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[artificialqueens]

don't play the fool now (multi) — chapter 4 - lily2

[ summary ] : bianca feels an unexpected emotion growing within her and shea is attempting to maintain her strong and calm aura around sasha who is continuing to knock her guard down.

[ authors note ] : hope y'all enjoy, part of me loves this chapter, other half hates it with passion but love this au so it’s alright xx — lily.

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A knock at Sasha’s studio apartment made her a bit nervous, she didn’t know of anyone who was supposed to come today, let alone to her apartment in Brooklyn. She stood up, putting the magazine she had been reading as she shushed Vanya, her dog, who had insistently barked at the door for a good minute, pushing her back gently she unlocked the door barely, “Yes?“ 

“Sasha it’s just me.“ 

The voice and face was instantly recognizable and the Russian smiled widely, unlocking the door and hugging Shea who hugged tight, picking her feet up from the ground a bit and laughing as she put her down, their arms around eachother’s shoulders. 

"I’m very happy you are here so unexpectedly don’t get me wrong but how long was the drive?" 

"Oh, it was only twenty minutes, I live in New York City babe." 

Their lips pressed together and Shea felt herself entirely falling for this blonde detective who she had just met, the native Chicago girl always spoke about how untrustworthy everyone was who wasn’t family and could only love someone with years of bonding but here she was, unintentionally wrapped around Sasha Velour’s finger, completely immersed in everything possible that involved Sasha.

They seperated, still holding onto eachother as Vanya barked and wagged her tail with no restraints as she almost practically jumped into Shea’s arms though she couldn’t possibly complain, she had three dogs back home and loved them, she adored all animals but dogs were the closest to her heart.

"Vanya!” Sasha groaned, “Im so sorry, she doesn’t usually trust people but guess she knows a keeper.” The comment made Shea flush, biting her tongue to restrain herself from laughing, cooing the dog and smiling as she was graciously greeted with dog kisses, her favorite. 

A dog trusts me, a hitman with her owner, who’s a detective. Either shit instincts or she’s trying to tell me something.

The two turned towards eachother and smiled widely, arms around eachother’s waist and shoulders, “So what brought you to my city?” The blonde the first to speak though a reply came right after, “I wanted to see you is all, sorry if I came during a bad time but I figured Saturday you probably don’t work." 

"I don’t!" 

They sat on the couch and Sasha offered alcohol which Shea wholeheartedly accepeted with no reservations, she wasn’t exactly a person who enjoyed vodka but she could handle drinking it with no further comment, taking a small sip and wincing, Sasha laughed gently. 

"It’s really strong, I got it when I was in Warsaw, they have all the extremely genuine Russian and Polish vodka I like.” Sasha being well traveled didn’t help the feeling in Shea’s mouth, she put the glass down though told her thank you for the offer, both of them giggling like schoolgirls though her hand only ran through Sasha’s hair, staring at her completely smitten.

“You’re so beautiful that it’s honestly concerning." 

Sasha’s face was completely red, it never felt sweet and kind hearing it from men at bars or the people at work, it felt like an act but something in her heart fluttered everytime Shea even spoke to her. "You’re a tease.” Was all she could bashfully reply with, staring at the ground though quickly Shea grabbed her wrists, pulling her closer, “It’s not teasing if it’s the damn truth.” She whispered as she put the stray hairs behind Sasha’s ear. 

There was a concerning amount of quiet from Sasha who only tilted her head and closed her eyes for a second, pondering to herself before grabbing Shea by her jacket and slammed their lips together, every time she kissed her it seemed like there was another star in the sky— no matter how disgustingly cheesy it sounded. 

Shea smirked against her lips and ran her hands down Sasha’s hips, causing an immediate response and a wince, “Oh, I’m sorry.” Apologising for any possible discomfort she felt, Sasha only felt her cheeks turn red as she spoke back, “Don’t apologise, it felt good.” A wink from her and that was when Shea knew she was in love and filled with regret: she winked and every wall she had built up for herself since she was a child and especially since she left Chicago was gone, gone because of one blonde and Russian detective. 

That response stirred something in Shea who immediately kissed her again, her hands staying at her cheeks, tilting her head and never feeling so wanting to kiss someone ever, Sasha was only happy, not wanting to speak about how it might be odd they had such a strong connection after about a day, she said nothing but kissed back passionately, toying with Shea’s hair, which was easy considering the hair reached about her stomach. 

Shea intentionally seperated early though their hands interlocked, “I hate to be awkward and all but—” she stood up and held up her now lonely hand, “I’d be happy to kiss you some more if you show me your room.” Sasha getting the gesture grabbed her hand and pulled her along, kissing her lips and biting her lip as she took Shea to her room, “I’d love to.”

*.✧

Shea wasn’t exactly sure what to do or think of herself: she had flirted and fallen so head over heels for the blonde that she was now in the Russian’s bed, gently running her fingertips down her bare shoulders, the two huddled together under the thick layer of blankets, she kissed the base of Sasha’s neck and wrapped her arms around her waist tightly, “You okay?" 

"I’m perfect.” She whispered with a genuine tone in her voice, she turned herself so she could be facing Shea who had a permanent smile drawn across her lips, their fingertips pressing together as Sasha spoke, “You’re amazing.” She breathed to Shea as she comfortably was held close, “Oh god you’re so damn romantic.” Shea laughed, “I can only say the same and more." 

Ask her Shea, do what you came here for.

"Can I ask you something a bit personal? You don’t have to answer!” She quickly added as Sasha blinked curiously, “Yes, ask away.” Her guard raised just a bit, Shea wasn’t like any of the others she had proven thus far but the Russian was always a bit weary.

“What do you do for a job?" 

She breathed a sigh of relief, that wasn’t what she was expecting and she didn’t mind talking about her work either. "That’s such a simple question, why were you worried?” Shea kicked herself a bit for thinking it was such a huge deal, to a normal civilian it was not, definitely.

“I’m a forensics detective, I just basically analyze and gather how the crime took place and look at any evidence obviously, I’m usually not on the scene though, I’m mostly in the building and doing my field of work." 

Shea smiled, It was definitely better than an investigatior or a regular detective, especially since she stayed in the building, "That sounds really cool, I can tell you’re into science and technology and all that I’m guessing." 

The Russian kissed her head, "Well yes, I have to be though in all honesty I was going to just be a professor of some kind of science, the detective and police world just kind of was in a drought and they pay much better, it was much easier than it is now to try and get an application." 

"You?" 

She knew the question was coming and Shea had calmly prepared herself an answer though lying to Sasha felt wrong, it almost felt inhumane especially when she flashed her gorgeous smile at the Chicago native. "Me?” She nodded, intent on an answer. 

“I honestly work around the medical field, I don’t like to talk about it though because well, you can imagine the stress. My best friend is a physician, she’s really good to have around when the job gets hard." 

Sasha frowned and nodded completely believing and biting onto every word, "I understand, I’m passionate about my work but I don’t like knowing in the back of my head that I’m looking at the last thing someone might have saw before they were shot or murdered or in a crash, anytime I know there’s another person gone it hurts." 

The other woman nodded and kissed her lips, holding her cheeks gently, "You’re amazing and you don’t need me to tell you but I think you need to hear it outloud.” Shea smiled as she finished speaking though in the back of her mind she was utterly terrified: how many of those pieces of evidence or blood were caused by her or her team? 

“We have a lot of cases with the mafia that seems to be running around.” Shea immediately perked up, wanting to hear what Sasha’s own thoughts were, “Oh really? I’ve heard about some of the cases circulating around the office.” The Russian nodded, anger clearly pointed in her words, “It’s awful! I don’t understand why people feel the need to kill other people and for money? And usually it’s for petty reasons, not to mention all the other kinds of crime my co-workers have to answer to.”

She nodded a bit breathless hearing Sasha who egged on and on about the matter, Shea eventually putting out an arm, “Hey, it’s okay, don’t get so worked up babe.” Kissing her forehead and standing up with Sasha, “I say we go and have lunch, together, what do you say?" 

Oh how impossible it was for Sasha to possibly say no to Shea. Shea Couleé who was so irresistibly charming and sweet, outspoken but beyond words loving and passionate and everything Sasha had ever wanted. 

"I would be happy to." 

*.✧

Adore tapped her boots across the concrete as she skipped along to the loud noise of New York City, it was a much different city than Azusa but she welcomed that with open arms. California wasn’t too bad of a place to live in all honesty but Adore never enjoyed it even as a child. The minute she was old enough and graduated from college in Los Angeles she packed her two suitcases and swerved around the big city, completely struck with fear and excitement until she met Tatianna who landed her the job. 

It definitely was weird going from a music major to a detective, Tatianna had only managed to get her the job since Adore had stellar scores in all her exams, despite never taking time to study, and she had minored in criminal justice. She took it since she was in high school and enjoyed it so much she decided to minor in it. 

Being a musician and singer was still her biggest dream but right now she was simply focused on getting her job done even if it meant abiding to the dress code which Adore Delano, queen of fishnets and jeans, could barely stand. She atleast didn’t have to wear a hat or any stupid shit she’d seen in movies or around the office sometimes, the outfit definitely gave her looks both good and bad when she walked into an establishment. 

"I came for coffee and I can’t even find a Starbucks, Jesus.” She muttered before turning around amongst the herd of people, staying at the sides of the buildings and walking back, looking at her phone occasionally to text Courtney, who inisited there was one only five minutes from their office. 

To Courtney: I can’t find this starbucks!!! I might be stupid and slow but I can smell coffee from several hundred miles away, can you please send me the address and what everyone wants? 

She put her phone in her pocket before walking along the now deserted sidewalk lined with various stores, most people we’re just heading to work, at work or going to the metro, all Adore needed to do was find some damn coffee.

Her phone beeped but she looked down before knocking into another person, she gasped and grabbed her phone which somehow survived the pavement before turning her attention to the person she had knocked over before helping her up though her heels complicated things just a bit. 

Adore brushed her hair behind her face and put it in a ponytail before hearing a distinctly familiar groan, “Jesus fucking christ, almost broke my heels on the sidewalk of New York City.” Her words spewed out angrily before their eyes met and Bianca stepped up, piecing together almost immediately that this was that same beautiful girl from the casino, “Hey, I know you!” She yelled before Bianca could even respond, she let go of her waist once she balanced herself, “I also do, you can’t take your eyes off your damn phone can you?" 

The younger detective felt a rosy blush across her cheeks, quite embarrassed to have made the wrong impression twice on the same gorgeously witty and aggravated girl from the casino, "I’m so sorry, I’m trying to find a Starbucks, guess my co-workers can’t walk so they had to send my lazy ass out.” That earned a snicker from Bianca which gave Adore a bit more confidence. 

“What’s your name? I saw you yesterday.” The grin plastered across her cheeks made Bianca’s knees weak, she wasn’t that old yet— her face and tone was just that damn charming. In every other universe Bianca would’ve pummeled her and bitched for a good ten minutes but something about her was oddly and clearly attractive: personality and face. 

“I’m Bianca, just Bianca, no fucking nicknames please.” She pleaded before Adore laughed, “Okay B.” She immediately replied though she waved the joke off, “I’m kidding, Bianca.” The name rolling on to her tongue perfectly. 

“I’m Adore!" 

Cute name, Bianca had to atleast give a faint smile to the girl who was just desperately trying to find a Starbucks, "If you keep going down this street and turn left, right next to that Asian market, you’ll find it.” Adore gasped and held her shoulders, “Thank you, thank you! Jesus, you respond more concisely and faster than my co-workers." 

She wasn’t sure why it took so long to realize Adore was in her uniform, a detective uniform, suddenly every single heartbeat grew faster and faster: she was probably much newer considering she was just walking out and about and fetching coffee like a damn server but that didn’t stop the visible panic in Bianca’s eyes.

"You okay? You look a bit tense." 

Bianca snapped from her delusions and thinking, "Yes, yes.” Adore cocked her brow and crossed her arms not believing her, Bianca rolled her eyes. “I’m fine really, I just have issues with my blood pressure and you know problems ladies have, I feel a bit light-headed is all.” She lied though the younger girl frowned, grabbing her hand instinctively, “Do you want me to buy you something from the place? You can atleast sit and eat something." 

"Oh don’t worry about me, I’ll manage and I live only like four minutes away, not as if I need an escort." 

Adore wasn’t buying it but she couldn’t suffice wasting anymore time so she nodded, "What’s your number?” Bianca definitely didn’t see her being so honest, they had barely even had a conversation and only met because the detective was a complete klutz, “Seriously?” She barked, laughing though Adore was not joking. 

“I’m serious! You’re the first person since I’ve moved who’s actually attractive." 

That was definitely a compliment worth hearing, Bianca knew it wasn’t a smart idea at all: Adore probably didn’t even know a damn thing about the mafia circuits around New York but it didn’t make Bianca look like any less of a fool when she punched in her number to Adore’s phone. 

"Don’t text me every three minutes or I’ll block you real quick.” She joked, the younger girl smiling, “I won’t, see you soon enough!” She yelled before turning on her shoes and walking away, ignoring the buzz of her phone. 

You’re a damn fool Bianca. 

*.✧

“So we’re a bit closer, it wasn’t exactly what the wanted but she still got all of the copies of his certification and such, Violet said they cleaned everything up easy after with some help from Katya, who of course had absolutely nothing to say.” Bianca laughed heading Sharon tell a bit more to the story from last night, it was very Katya of Katya to jusy help hide a dead body and clean blood off of her carpet with a simple smile while still in latex.

“I’m impressed, she adapted and Violet to, I usually pin her off as brainless and unable to focus, which she can’t, but good on her. I’m satisfied for what they had to do and get.” Sharon felt nothing but pride to hear that Bianca, her friend but also her boss, the head of this entire operation, said her “daughter” did a good job. She was raised by the best! 

Scrolling through the paperwork that Jinkx had managed to download and find when looking through the ID’s there was a knock at Bianca’s office door, her and Sharon quickly met eyes, confused as to who would willingly interupt their personal business, it was a known rule that unless it was emergency you didn’t knock ever on Bianca’s office; though looking through USB’s and paperwork wasn’t the most exciting thing. 

“If it’s your daughter I will absolutely—” Sharon almost immediately glared, unable to accept any critique of her daughter, only praise though Bianca was kidding, Aquaria was a good teammate and an even better fashion designer, if she wasn’t lying low so often she would absolutely have a twenty room mansion from her fashion brand, making millions in Milan. 

Sharon opened the door a bit forcefully, Bianca raising an eyebrow before seeing Alaska who waved, Detox right next to her and sighing, head in her hands. “Jesus Christ…” She said aloud glaring at Alaska’s white dress that was completely doused in blood, Detox only holding up a file and tossing it to Sharon who handed it to Bianca, not wanting to step inside with the nice marble floors, worried that Alaska’s blood stains would continue to drip.

“So you killed her?" 

Detox could almost scoff, as if it was a question. "Yes, Alaska did most of the dirty work obviously but I found the file and then we ran.” Sharon turned to Alaska and muttered something unintelligible to Bianca who ignored if anyway, Sharon grabbed Alaska by her hands and turned to run with her out the door, insinuating she bathe and get all the dried blood out her dress and leg.

“We’ll be back!" 

No they won’t. 

"I’m so mad!” The blonde whined as they ran out the door, “Aquaria made this for me and now it’s ruined, dammit.” Sharon had to smile at Alaska’s awakening, “Don’t worry, I’ll get her to make you a new one.” The door closed and it was just Detox and Bianca who definitely didn’t have the most reliable friendship or even work relationship.

Bianca gestured Detox to sit, “Since you’re already inside.” The two awkwardly exchanged glances, Detox wasn’t exactly what they’d call a teammate, it was all very accidental and all Alaska’s fault she even got involved when she just had to help Alaska from being chased by police yet again. 

Bianca never would really trust her, no matter how much love and faith Alaska claimed to have for her so-called “Best friend.” Detox would always be an outsider to her though she definitely had gotten much better and finally immersed herself in the job and took orders well. She could hate the bitch all she wanted but that wouldn’t excuse the fact that she was intelligent, she was gonna become a laywer for god’s sake, she knew every corner of the city despise being from California originally.

Bianca put her phone down, trying not to think about other things, other people at the moment. “So you said Alaska pulled the trigger, got that, so what’s the file for? I really just wanted the fucking girl dead.” Detox crossed her legs and nodded, “I got the file because she seems to have worked or had some kind of professional relationship with the guy you’re trying to get money and hunt down, the one Aquaria and Violet we’re trying to find information about." 

She was almost impressed, almost.

"Really?” A genuine suprise and distinction in her voice, Detox nodded, glancing down at her acrylics, “Broke a fucking nail for it to.” She groaned as Bianca snickered, just as posh and uncaring as she always is.

“Well, next time don’t just come in especially when you clearly see the door closed, thank you though, nice find.” That was about the biggest compliment ever made to the younger girl since she had started, she got up and excused herself from the table, “Thank you." 

"Close the door please.”

She did and then Bianca was alone, she and Adore had talked a bit and looking through files curiously she had some interesting information, simple government files, no sluthing required. The most interesting text was her admitting to Bianca, like an open book, she was a music major and a singer.

It was definitely a surprise though Bianca from the minute she heard her speak and saw her in the uniform could tell the work of a detective or crime solving wasn’t exactly Adore’s dream career or something she had been dying to do. 

She could absolutely rip Adore to shreds with no utter remorse for her well being, just gut her and get another detective off their asses but she was an odd case— in a very charming, attractive way. Bianca had an unknown feeling in her stomach whenever she texted back or smiled at her earlier today though Bianca wasn’t usually one for a public apperance unless she was being paid or it was for purposes of a certain event or close friend.

Maybe I could use her, she is a detective after all and probably works with all the fucking people trying to get me and my partners.

Sucking in a breath she shook her head, feeling that it was a bit too much, too soon. 

God know’s what’ll happen at this stage.

[ajasgf]

Hey, tell what you like, what you're into so I can come up with some prompts that you'll enjoy more :D I'll send kinkiest (is that a word?) ones to other blogs lol

hi, honey!! uh, i’m just kinda very soft. for me, sex is about love and i’m such a baby sub!! i like praise and being tied up with silk and encouragement. v soft, nice things. x

[writethehousedown]

i'm burning for you (shalaska) - freyja

A/N: hello!! I really didn’t mean for this to get up to 8k, but, here we are. I figure we all need a little beach fluff in our lives, right? Also, this is technically spring break, because it worked better for my purposes, but it works for a summer challenge. At least, I hope so.

Summary: Alaska’s crush on Sharon Needles has been manageable only because Sharon Needles does not wear anything remotely sexy. Too bad Raja decides Sharon’s going to be the model for her new swimsuit spread. Or, Sharon wears seven very, very distracting bathing suits, and Alaska’s spring break is completely and utterly fucked. 7.7k.

DAY ONE OF SPRING BREAK

“Spring break is a time to relax, right?”

“Mhm.”

“The idea is to get away from it all, right?”

“Sure.”

“‘It all’ includes hopeless crushes, right?”

“Why not?”

“Then explain to me how this is fair?”

“My eyes are telling me it’s very fair,” Willam says, sliding her sunglasses down her nose to leer over at the ice cream hut. “Maybe even a blessing.”

“I hate you,” Alaska says, but she lets her eyes follow Willam’s gaze. The sight that greets her confirms it: her spring break is completely, utterly, unfairly ruined.

Sharon Needles is standing at the stationary ice cream truck, talking animatedly with Jinkx Monsoon and completely oblivious to her enraptured audience.

“This is homophobic,” Alaska says, her eyes never leaving the other woman.

“I was just about to say gay rights,” Willam says, and Alaska takes a deep breath.

Alaska has had a crush on Sharon ever since she cracked a joke the first day of their shared government class last semester, so, naturally, Alaska has learned a few things about her: Sharon is a poli-sci major in her junior year. Sharon is at the top of her class. Sharon throws the best Halloween parties on campus. Sharon fights with the pastors that come to yell at passers-by on the quad. Sharon exclusively wears ratty t-shirts and ripped jeans. Sharon sneers at the word ‘sexy’ like it spit on her mother.

Sharon Needles is currently getting ice cream dressed in the sexiest bikini Alaska has ever laid eyes on.

It’s black, with a simple bra and a high waisted black bottom. Netting covers the top and ties around the neck, standing out against Sharon’s pale skin. Gold caps off the end of each string, catching the light attractively when Sharon shifts, laughing. It hugs Sharon’s figure tightly (of fucking course, it’s a bathing suit), showing off… everything.

“Staring is rude,” Willam says, and Alaska tears her eyes away from Sharon’s ass, cheeks burning.

“I wasn’t staring,” she says automatically. “Let’s go lay down with Courtney.”

“No ice cream?” Willam asks, voice verging on a whine, and Alaska ignores her, marching back down the beach towards Courtney, who is lazing in the sun and has been since three hours before, despite her skin already being perfectly bronzed.

“Oh, hello!” Courntey says, pleasantly surprised as Alaska flops down next to her. Willam daintily lies down on her other side. “How was the ice cream?”

“Apparently Sharon’s too sexy to be getting any ice cream,” Willam says simply.

“Willam!”

“Ah,” Courtney says sagely, looking at Alaska with sympathy. “She does look good today. I just saw her with Jinkx Monsoon.”

Alaska groans, giving into temptation and looking back at the ice cream truck just in time to see Sharon catch a drip of melted ice cream and lick it off of her finger. She does it exaggeratedly slowly, clearly in an effort to make Jinkx laugh, but all Alaska can focus on is the way her red lips split into a slow smile around her tongue.

“Fuck my life,” Alaska says, watching as Sharon cackles at the face Jinkx is making. A little bubble of jealousy springs up in her belly - she should be the one making Sharon laugh.

“Calm down,” Willam says flatly, and Alaska glares at her.

“I’ll calm down when she stops wearing that swimsuit and goes back to baggy t-shirts. Where the fuck did this even come from?”

“I think Raja Gemini got her hands on her,” Willam says.

“So Raja Gemini is to blame for ruining my life,” Alaska groans, laying down in defeat. Or maybe she owes Raja her life. Either one.

“She’s doing a swimsuit project for the school magazine,” Courtney says excitedly. “She’s done at least seven different designs, and they’re all supposed to be crazy unique. It was actually supposed to be last year’s spread, but they couldn’t find the right model.”

“She rejected Naomi Smalls, Violet Chachki, and fuckin’ Courtney,” Willam says, and then she pauses as if in thought. “I guess I would want someone with boobs, too.”

“Hey!” Courtney shrieks, laughing. Alaska shrugs.

“Makes sense,” she says. “Those girls are too skinny, anyway.”

Willam snorts. “You’re one to talk. Sharon could break you in half.”

“Yes, please,” Alaska says.

“Why don’t you go over and ask her, then?”

Alaska looks at her. “You have to know that’s not an option.”

Willam shrugs. “Your fingers, I guess.”

Alaska hits her with Courtney’s rolled up towel.

-

DAY TWO OF SPRING BREAK

“Tell me again why we chose to come to the most popular beach?”

“Because going with my parents to their new lakehouse would have sucked harder.”

“I don’t know,” Alaska says, her book forgotten on her stomach as she stares twenty feet to her left. “At least there would be a chance of me finishing Macbeth.”

“You don’t go to the beach to catch up in your English classes, whore,” Willam says. “You go to ogle at everyone.”

“Well,” Alaska says grimly. “I’m certainly ogling.”

Courtney had been right - Raja Gemini is doing a photoshoot, it is based on swimsuits, and Sharon is her model. They’ve decided to do the shoot on the beach itself, and currently, they are too close for Alaska’s sanity.

She watches as Raja jams the feet of her tripod into the sand, laughing at something Sharon has just said and tossing her long, straight black hair behind her back as she fiddles with her equipment. Her swimsuit is fun, made up of a strappy pink top and bottoms with a gigantic eye on the ass, but Alaska’s eyes gravitate towards Sharon no matter what she tries to focus on.

Sharon stands just off to the side, patiently waiting with her hands on her hips, completely oblivious to the way Alaska’s mouth goes dry just looking at her.

She’s in a one piece today, made up of a dangerously see through lace that shines when the sun hits it. It’s certainly unique - it covers her chest in a turtleneck and has sleeves that go down to her wrists. Her legs are bared normally, her pale skin offset brilliantly by the olive green of the fabric, and her lips are painted a dark eggplant.

If this carries on for the rest of the week, Alaska is completely screwed.

“We have to change spots,” she says, as Sharon walks over to help Raja with her camera. God, she’s so helpful. And considerate. And hot. “Like, immediately.”

“I fought a ten year old kid for this spot,” Willam says. “That’s not happening.”

“Willam,” Alaska whines, flipping over to glare at her friend. Willam is unmoved, expression blank behind her mirrored sunglasses. “If I have to suffer like this for much longer, I’ll die.”

“I’ll make sure to say nice things at your funeral,” Willam tells her. “Courtney yelled at me about the kid. I didn’t sit through that just to leave two days in.”

“Courtney’s getting you a margarita right now,” Alaska says drily. “I think she’s over it.”

“Yeah,” Willam says. “Having a girlfriend sure is nice.”

“Don’t act like she wasn’t the one to ask you,” Alaska snaps back, and Willam raises an eyebrow.

“So you’re never going to make a move?” she asks, and Alaska turns to look at Sharon again, forlorn and resigned to her fate of forever looking from afar.

“That’s exactly what I– what the fuck is she doing?”

Courtney is currently traipsing towards Raja and Sharon, two margaritas in her hands and a huge grin on her face. As she nears them, she turns her head to meet Alaska’s glare. She winks.

“I’m going to kill her,” Alaska says lowly, horror creeping under her skin, and Willam laughs.

“I guess Courtney’s going to make a move for you,” she says, and dread suddenly breaks over Alaska in a cold sweat.

“She’d better fucking not be,” she says, watching Courtney finish talking to the other two. “I swear–”

“Courtney!” Sharon hollers, and Courtney stops making her way back towards Alaska and Willam to turn around.

“Yeah?”

“We’re having a party tomorrow night! You and Willam should come! Alaska too!”

Alaska’s breath catches at the sound of her name.

“Yeah!” Courtney calls back, but not before she flashes Alaska a cheeky grin. Alaska hates her. “Totally!”

“I’ll text Willam the details!” Sharon shouts, and Alaska turns to stare at Willam.

“You have her number?” she asks incredulously.

“I have everyone’s number,” Willam says, shrugging. “Plus, we smoke sometimes.”

“You smoke sometimes?!” Alaska cries. “Why haven’t I heard about this?!”

“It’s not important!” Willam says, widening her eyes with annoyance “I smoke with everyone!”

“Smoke?” Courtney asks before Alaska can fire back an response, flopping onto the gigantic beach blanket Willam had procured at the beginning of the trip. “I would kill for a joint right now.”

“You made me leave the weed behind, remember?”

“Right.”

Alaska turns her attention back to Macbeth, over the conversation, her face burning and more absurd jealousy making it hard to focus on the words. If she can just get this act finished –

“Awww!” Courtney squeals, sounding excited. “They’ve started the shoot! Sharon looks amazing!”

Alaska is required by law to look, and when she does, her heartbeat goes straight to her underwear. She can’t tear her eyes away from Sharon, lounging on the sand with her blonde curls strewn beneath her, giving the camera the bedroomiest bedroom eyes Alaska has ever seen.

This isn’t fair.

“Damn,” Willam notes from behind her. “I thought she was going to be awkward.”

“I’m entranced,” Alaska says, watching Sharon shift positions. She’s only half joking. “I’m bewitched.”

“I’m bored,” Willam says. “Let’s go swimming.”

“I swear, you have the attention span of a goldfish,” Courtney says, looking reluctant to stop watching the shoot, but standing up anyway. Willam shrugs.

“Sorry,” she says, clearly not. She looks at Alaska. “You coming?”

Alaska grimaces. “I need to finish this,” she says, looking at Willam apologetically. She lifts up Macbeth. “Sorry.”

“I would have just taken ‘I’m too horny’,” Willam says drily, and Alaska’s jaw drops.

“Bitch!”

“Have fun!” Willam says, grabbing Courtney’s wrist and tugging her towards the water. Alaska waves them goodbye until they’re too wrapped up in each other to even think about her, and then she forces herself to look back at her book. She hadn’t been lying - she needs to read. She will finish Act One by the end of the day, god help her.

She gets two lines in before Sharon’s laughter floats by, and suddenly, Lady Macbeth’s speech is completely lacking in engagement. Before she can help it, Alaska’s eyes trail up towards the photoshoot, and a jolt runs through her at the sight of Sharon straddling a chair, her legs spread and on full display.

Alaska doesn’t look at Macbeth again until Sharon is off of the beach and out of her sight.

DAY THREE OF SPRING BREAK

Raja’s parties have always been loud, drunk, and glittery, and this one is no exception.

It’s a beach party, so Alaska, Willam, and Courtney all show up in their swimwear. Except - they have absolutely no intention of swimming.

They all have makeup on - Willam’s bright and sparkly, Courtney’s subtle, and Alaska’s the best that she could manage. Willam has body glitter spread down her arms and legs, which has spread to Alaska and Courtney by mere association, and Alaska can only hope that the chunky blue sparkles go well with her bubblegum pink bikini.

“Now this is a party!” Willam shouts over the music, and Courntey nods, grinning.

“You know what it’s missing?” she shouts back.

“Us!” Willam yells, and then they’re making their way through the crowd to the makeshift bar, which is a fold out table littered with red solo cups and booze. Alaska’s heart stops with every platinum blonde girl that they bump into on the way, and she’s relieved when they make it to their destination seeing neither hide nor hair of Sharon.

Willam fills one of the cups with beer out of the keg and thrusts it at Alaska. Alaska shakes her head at it, too nervous to drink and not the biggest fan of beer, anyway.

“Not tonight!” she says loudly, and a sudden voice from behind her makes her jump five feet into the air.

“Wow, didn’t have you pegged for a stick in the mud!”

She whirls around to find Sharon standing just beside her, a red solo cup in her hand and her cheeks flushed with excitement and alcohol. As if her sudden appearance wasn’t enough to kill Alaska on sight, she’s in another exquisitely fitting bathing suit, black and glittery and with a deep, deep V.

“Um,” Alaska says intelligently, her eyes glued to the pale expanse of Sharon’s chest, and Sharon grins.

“You like it?” she asks, glancing down at herself. “Raja made it by hand - I’m not allowed to go swimming with it, because the glitter will wash off. I’m not entirely sure she’s suited for swimwear.”

Alaska laughs, regaining her footing, a little. She will not make a fool out of herself right now. She’s sober, and Sharon knows it - she won’t have an excuse for being an idiot in the morning. “I’m not sure you should really be swimming in October, anyway,” Alaska drawls, referring to the spider web shape of the strapless bra cups, and Sharon cackles.

“It’s not her fault,” she says, grinning. “I requested something a little spookier.”

“Well, I like it,” Alaska says, openly admiring it now that she has permission. “It’s my favorite so far.”

“So far?” Sharon asks, raising an amused eyebrow. “Have you been sneaking peeks?”

Alaska feels like her face is on fire. “Uh–”

“Alaska,” Sharon admonishes, but there’s a smile threatening to break through her scandalized frown. “Raja doesn’t want anyone to see until the spread is finished.”

“Then don’t do it on a public beach!” Alaska cries. “You’re distracting!”

“Am I?”

Alaska hadn’t thought blushing harder was possible, but the heat creeping up her neck says otherwise. “I mean - with the cameras, and everything - it’s a whole production, you know.”

Sharon laughs at her stammering, and Alaska can’t help the affection that warms in her chest at how loud it is. “You can say it’s my bad modeling,” she says, and she touches Alaska’s arm like she’s sharing a secret. Alaska freezes, afraid of somehow scaring her away. “I have no idea why Raja chose me, but I’m milking it for as long as she thinks I’m worth it.”

“You are,” Alaska says without thinking, and then she sucks in a breath, watching Sharon’s face for confusion - or something worse.

Instead, Sharon leans forwards a little, frowning. “What?” she says, louder than before, and Alaska can’t help but sag with relief.

“I said ‘good idea’!” she shouts, and Sharon’s face splits into another smile.

“Let’s go outside!” she says. “I can’t hear a goddamned thing!”

And before Alaska can respond either way (yes - of course she’d say yes), Sharon’s grabbing her hand and leading her through the crowd, towards a pair of sliding glass doors near the back. Her ears ring as they exit the house, the sudden silence more of a relief than she’d expected, and Sharon slides the door shut behind them, muffling the music even further.

“Thank god,” Sharon moans. “I thought my head was going to burst in there.”

“Really?” Alaska teases. “That seems kind of lame for someone who throws the best parties on campus to say.”

“Halloween parties,” Sharon corrects, like Alaska doesn’t already know. “And I’m usually already drunk by the time those start. Whatever’s in those kegs doesn’t seem to be doing the trick, tonight.”

“You mean I’m talking to a sober Sharon Needles right now?” Alaska cries, pulling her face in exaggerated shock. “No.”

“Yes,” Sharon says, nodding gravely. “It’s horrible.”

“I don’t think you were even sober for Dujour’s class,” Alaska says, shaking her head. “Can I take a picture with you? This needs to be documented.”

“Well, I can’t believe you were sober for Dujour’s class,” Sharon says, her tooth gap on full display. “It was a nightmare even when I was drunk out of my mind.”

“That was a government class!” Alaska laughs, staring at Sharon in amused disbelief. “You needed that class more than I did!”

“I had your notes!” Sharon says. “I’m sure I got more out of those than I would have out of Dujour’s mouth.”

“You’re welcome, by the way,” Alaska drawls. “I’m pretty sure my notes are the reason you don’t have to retake that class.”

“I said thank you!” Sharon says, her defensive tone undercut by the huge smile on her face. Alaska finds herself mirroring it, Sharon’s grin infectious.

“You were drunk!” Alaska tells her. “That hardly counts!”

“Then allow me to say it again: thank you, my hero,” Sharon says, and then, before Alaska can tell her that sarcasm doesn’t count either, she grabs her hand and bows over it, kissing her knuckles.

Alaska is certain that her face goes at least five shades of red, Sharon’s lips soft and burning against her fingers. “You’re welcome,” she says weakly, as lightly as she can with her heart threatening to pound out of her chest. Suddenly, she is very, very aware that she and Sharon might as well be alone together, the sliding glass door practically a chasm between the quiet beach and the roaring party.

Sharon lets go of her hand as soon as she’s done, giving Alaska another gap-toothed grin. Her lips are black to match her bathing suit, her blue eyes done up in shades of grey, and Alaska’s breath catches in her throat as she watches the party lights dance across her face.

“Now,” Sharon says, like nothing remotely romantic or intimate has just occurred. Alaska thinks she might have whiplash. “Do you like swimming?”

“What?” Alaska asks, her face still burning from earlier and her brain struggling to catch up.

“This suit may not be functional, but tomorrow’s is,” Sharon explains, “I want someone to swim with me tomorrow. Sun tanning isn’t exactly my thing.”

Alaska laughs at her. “No, I wouldn’t expect it to be,” she says dryly, and Sharon shrugs, grinning.

“Well? What do you say?”

Alaska’s heart starts to quicken, her palms sweaty. She bites back the ‘Of course!’ she wants to say, instead sticking to her teasing. The last thing she wants Sharon to think is that she’s overeager - she does not, under any circumstances, want to fuck this up.

“What happened to Raja?” she asks. “Or are you only using her to get fame and fortune?”

Sharon snorts. “I wish,” she says, rolling her eyes up in a playful expression. Alaska is entranced. “But I don’t expect Raja’s graduation project to make me anything but masturbation material.”

“Sharon!” Alaska cries, unable to help the laugh that escapes her. A pleased smile curves across Sharon’s face.

“I only speak the truth,” she says. “And Raja doesn’t like to swim - she’s afraid of the water.”

“She is?”

“More specifically the undertow,” Sharon says. “I don’t like thinking about it much either.”

Alaska twists her lips in acknowledgement. “I guess, but–”

The sliding glass door suddenly opens with a sharp bang, making both women jump and Alaska cut her sentence short with a small yelp. She whips her head around to look at the door, already upset at being interrupted. Dammit.

Willam stands in the doorway, looking somewhere between her fourth or fifth drink, grinning like a loon. “‘Laska!” she shouts, much too loudly. “Courtney’s chugging the keg! Courtney!”

“Courtney?” Alaska repeats, disbelieving. As a rule, Courtney only drinks things served with at least one toothpicked fruit - Alaska doesn’t think she even knows what cheap college beer tastes like.

“It’s crazy!” Willam yells, eyes wide, and she walks over to grab Alaska’s wrist, tugging her inside. “Come quick, or you’ll miss it!”

“Wait!” Sharon says, and Alaska stops, resisting Willam’s drunken attempts to keep pulling her with a strength that only comes with the will to please Sharon Needles. “Tomorrow?”

“I’m there,” Alaska manages to say without stuttering, and her heart flutters as she says it, the glitter on Sharon’s bathing suit sparkling attractively in the moonlight. “When?”

“7 pm, by the lighthouse?”

Alaska has plans to go to some bonfire with Willam and Courtney at seven, but it takes her all of two seconds to decide that it’s not at all important. “Perfect.”

Sharon smiles, and it’s sweeter than the grins she’s been shooting Alaska all night. Alaska could look at her forever. “It’s a date,” she says.

Alaska is pretty sure her heart actually stops.

All she can do is stare, her jaw slackened and her cheeks burning, for a too-long moment. Sharon gives her a strange look, laughing a little.

“Are you alright?”

“Um,” Alaska says, because she’s stupid and her brain stopped functioning the moment Sharon arrived on the beach in that fucking bikini. “I’m, uh–”

Willam, always helpful only on accident, suddenly gives a particularly hard tug against her arm, and Alaska is jerked back into the thumping music of the party, bodies pressing against her as Willam leads her straight into the middle of a crowd. Courtney is in the middle, upside down and downing beer from the keg, but Alaska can hardly bring herself to care. Instead, her mind keeps wandering towards Sharon, her blonde hair nearly white in the moonlight and her eyes glittering with amusement.

It’s a date.

She doesn’t know if the way her stomach flips is out of nerves or excitement.

DAY FOUR OF SPRING BREAK

The sunset is gorgeous.

It’s pink and yellow and orange, glittering across the water with blinding light, the clouds streaks of bright coral against the sun’s burning yellow. Alaska glances at its arresting beauty, sighing appreciatively, and then she goes back to staring at the woman next to her.

Sharon’s swimsuit is a bright red one piece, with cute white pinstripes that nod to the forties, the sharp angles of her waist adding to the post-war feeling. The plunging neckline, however, is very much reminiscent of the modern era, and is very much what Alaska’s eyes keep getting stuck on.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Sharon says, her eyes still on the horizon. “It’s like looking at sherbet ice cream.”

“Mhm,” Alaska says, raising her gaze a little to rest on Sharon’s face. Her makeup is lighter, today, with only a bold red lip and winged black eyeliner, and Alaska finds the painted on beauty mark charming. “Love it.”

Sharon turns to look at her, and she wrenches her gaze quickly to look out at the sunset, her face burning. “Something tells me you’re not looking at the sunset,” she says, her voice teasing, and Alaska blushes so hard she can feel her ears burning. She looks at Sharon apologetically, unable to meet her eyes.

“I - uh - I’m–”

“I’ll make sure to let Raja know,” Sharon continues, giving Alaska a fond smile. Alaska immediately stops attempting to say anything, her heart bouncing around her ribcage. “She wasn’t so sure about this one, so it’ll be good to hear.”

“What?” Alaska asks, completely lost, her ears still warm. “I don’t - what?”

Sharon frowns, glancing down at herself. “The swimsuit? You want it, don’t you?”

Realization clicks in Alaska’s end, and suddenly, relief along with a strange hint of disappointment has her nearly falling over. Sharon’s completely oblivious - thank god. “Yes. Yes, the swimsuit. That’s what I was looking at.”

Sharon doesn’t look convinced, her eyes lingering on Alaska’s face. Alaska feels like a butterfly pinned to styrofoam. “You do like it, right? I’m not just assuming?”

“No,” Alaska says hurriedly, surprised. Sharon sounds almost insecure, unsure of herself, and it’s something Alaska never wants to hear in her voice again. She keeps forgetting that Sharon isn’t used to dressing like this, no matter how much it seems like she’s doing it to torture Alaska specifically. “I love it. It’s very forties.” She stumbles over the ‘f’, meaning to say flattering and chickening out at the last second.

Sharon grins. “Thanks,” she says. “You can relax, I’ll stop fishing for compliments.”

Alaska doesn’t know whether to feel relieved at the unintentional save, or to try and defend Sharon from herself - she doesn’t know which way is up most of the time, around this woman, so this is completely hopeless. She finally speaks after a too-long pause. “You weren’t–”

“Let’s go! I’ve been dying to get in the water all day!”

Sharon grabs Alaska’s hand, and Alaska doesn’t breathe the entire time Sharon drags her towards the water, Sharon’s fingers curled around hers the only thing on her mind. She finally sucks in a breath as they hit the water, the cold making goosebumps blossom across her skin.

“Jesus!” Sharon says, stopping as soon as the water reaches her thighs. It takes actual effort for Alaska to keep her eyes from lingering there. “No one told me it was freezing!”

She squeezes Alaska’s hand harder as the waves come up to hit her stomach. Alaska feels too warm to notice the water brushing across her own thighs, her heart in her throat.

“Do you want to get out?” she asks, even as disappointment sinks in her gut. Relief wars with it - she wants to spend more time with Sharon, spend all of her time with Sharon, but her anxiety tells her that if she spends too much time with her, she’ll fuck it up. She doesn’t know if she can handle that.

Sharon shoots her a scandalized look, letting go of her hand to turn towards her. Alaska tries not to mourn the loss. “Of course not!” Sharon says. “We just have to go in all at once.”

Alaska pulls a face at the idea. She’s never liked the ‘bandaid’ approach to things. “Are you sure?”

“What?” Sharon teases. “Are you scared?”

“Yes,” Alaska says plainly, and she smiles at the laugh Sharon lets out.

“Be brave for me?” she asks, and Alaska’s stomach does several somersaults.

“Of course,” she says, and Sharon grins.

Alaska follows Sharon as she wades out further, both girls shrieking as the icy water comes up to hit some new section of skin. Sharon stops as the water comes just below her shoulders, her hair streaming behind her like a mermaid’s. She looks enchanting in the orange of the setting sun, the blue of her eyes almost electric as the sun shines across them.

“Count of three,” Sharon says. “We duck under.”

Alaska nods. Sharon takes a deep breath.

“One,” she says.

“Two,” Alaska counts. Sharon’s smile is blinding.

“Three.”

They duck under, Sharon heedless of her makeup and Alaska steeling herself for the shock of the cold. It’s freezing, but her body soon acclimates to the temperature of the water, and she surfaces feeling refreshed.

She comes up before Sharon, so she watches as the other woman comes up for hair, her hair slicked back from her face and her mascara bleeding a little, a huge grin splitting her face. She looks stunning, and Alaska’s breath gets caught in her throat as she takes her in, her eyes bright with excitement.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since Raja told me she wanted me to model for her,” Sharon laughs. “After I figured out she wasn’t joking, of course.”

“Of course she wasn’t joking,” Alaska says before she can stop herself. “You’re perfect for this.”

Sharon raises her eyebrows. “Believe me, I’m not. Her suits are doing most of the work. All I have to do is stand the way Raja tells me to stand.”

“Please,” Alaska blurts out. “The suits are hardly the reason I’ve been watching the photoshoots.”

There’s a moment of stunned silence. Alaska thinks very hard about ducking under the water again and not coming up again.

Sharon is looking at her with a curious expression, and Alaska suddenly needs to get away right now.

“What do you m–”

“I have to go,” Alaska interrupts, panic making everything too much, too fast. “I just remembered, I have - something.” She starts wading towards shore, but Sharon grabs her wrist.

“Alaska, wait,” she says, and Alaska turns to look at her, avoiding her eyes. Her eyes get caught on Sharon’s lips, set in an adorable pout, and she has just enough time to imagine what it’s like to kiss her before she rips her gaze away. “What plans?”

“Um–” Alaska says, completely panicking, Sharon’s fingers too warm around her wrist and her eyes too intense on Alaska’s. The sun is dimming, casting them in purplish grey. She casts about for a good excuse, and she lets out a breath when she finds one. “There’s a bonfire. I’m already late - I promised Willam I would go with her.”

“The bonfire?” Sharon asks, letting go of Alaska’s wrist. Alaska turns to go again, cursing when she hears Sharon start to follow her. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I don’t know,” Alaska says, even though she knows exactly why. They make it onto the beach, and Alaska grabs her towel, drying off hurriedly. “I - I don’t know.”

“I doubt that,” Sharon says. “What did you mean, earlier?”

“What?” Alaska asks, playing dumb. She can’t find her phone. Where the fuck is her phone?

“Alaska,” Sharon says, and she sounds frustrated. Alaska winces. “Do you like me?”

Alaska freezes, terror ripping through her as she scrambles for a denial. “No,” she snaps out, panic making her voice hard and sharp. Sharon takes a step back, her eyes widening, and Alaska feels guilt drop into her stomach like a deadweight. She could cry at any moment. “I don’t,” she continues, her voice gentler. She can only pray that Sharon doesn’t hear the way her voice trembles. “That’s ridiculous.”

“I didn’t realize liking me was such a stupid idea,” Sharon says, hurt bleeding through her voice. Alaska wants to sink into the ground and die.

“No, I didn’t mean–”

“I know,” Sharon interrupts, her shoulders slumping. She looks put out - Alaska hadn’t realized how badly she wanted to go swimming. “I know what you meant.”

Alaska finally finds her phone underneath Sharon’s towel, and relief courses through her as she shoves her feet into her sandals. “I have to go,” she says, and Sharon snorts, but there’s no laughter in it.

“So you’ve said,” she says. “Have fun.”

“I will,” Alaska says, plastering fake-cheer all over herself, and she practically runs away, the image of Sharon and her closed-lipped smile, bathed in the moonlight and hair still dripping, burned into her mind.

She can’t help but feel like she’s just ruined something, but she has no idea what.

DAY FIVE OF SPRING BREAK

Alaska avoids Sharon to the best of her abilities, life threatening embarrassment making her stomach twist at even the thought of facing her after last night, but of course, she still ends up stumbling across her.

She’s getting margaritas with Willam and Courtney, which is fun only until they both reveal themselves to be wildly unsympathetic to her plight.

“So you spent two nights flirting with her,” Willam says, after giving Alaska a long, unimpressed stare when she’d finally answered Courtney’s incessant questions about her ‘date’, “only to freak out when things started to actually go somewhere.”

“Nothing was going anywhere,” Alaska snaps. “I fucked it up, and she noticed.”

“Didn’t you say you two were on a date?” Courtney asks, frowning. They move up in line. “Sounds to me like that’s what she wanted.”

“She obviously called it a date as a joke,” Alaska tells her. “I’m not stupid.”

“Debatable,” Willam says. Alaska could punch her.

“You should at least try to talk to her,” Courtney says. “You can’t just run away from her in the middle of a date and never talk to her again.”

“That shit ain’t right,” Willam agrees, and Alaska rolls her lips between her teeth.

“It wasn’t a date,” she reiterates. “And I can’t talk to her. I have no idea where she’s staying - she could be anywhere right now.”

Courtney frowns at her. “She’s right there,” she says, pointing down the beach. “I thought you’d noticed.”

Alaska follows her gaze to find Sharon and Raja in the middle of another photoshoot, this time close enough for Sharon’s feet to be in the water.

Alaska can’t look away from her.

She’s dressed in a two piece, the bottoms designed to look like high waisted blue shorts and the top a black and white pinstriped bra, cut into a sweetheart neckline that suits her perfectly. Her hair is done up in round, loose curls, spilling over her shoulders and back, and a white sailor hat sits cock-eyed at the top of her head. Her lips are painted a bright red, pulled into a pout as she salutes the camera, her other hand at her hip.

“I can’t go down there,” Alaska says, shaking her head. “I can’t go up to her and try to talk about my predatory behavior when she looks like that.”

“Predatory is one way to say it,” Willam says, and Courtney hits her on the arm. She turns to look at Alaska eagerly.

“You’re not predatory, silly,” she says. “You have a crush, and so does Sharon. Go down there and fix what you’ve broken.”

“Ouch,” Alaska says, and her stomach twists nervously at the thought of doing what Courtney tells her to. “And I can’t - she doesn’t– She doesn’t think of me like that.”

“How are you supposed to know when all you do is stare at her like some stalker?” Willam asks, and Alaska shakes her head. They reach the counter, now at the front of the line.

“I just know,” Alaska says, resisting the urge to stamp her foot with the frustration that’s bubbling up inside her. They just don’t get it. “I have, despite popular belief, actually held a conversation with her. I’m not doing it.”

“But how–”

“Welcome, ladies - how can I help you?” the cashier asks, giving them all a friendly smile. Alaska relaxes as Willam and Courtney start ordering, relieved that their interrogation is temporarily put on hold.

She sneaks a glance back at Sharon, who’s now crowded with Raja around the camera, no doubt looking at the pictures they’ve just taken. She’s sure they’re all wonderful.

Sharon’s ass looks great in those shorts.

Alaska’s never going to be able to look her in the eye again.

DAY SIX OF SPRING BREAK

“This is stupid,” Willam says. “I can’t believe how stupid you’re being right now.”

“It’s called self-preservation,” Alaska says.

They’re sitting on their blanket, sneaking glances at Raja and Sharon, in the same place they’d been for most of the week. Sharon is stunning, in an eggplant bikini that suits her pale skin, made to look like it’s been wrapped and twisted around her body. Her makeup is dark to match the suit, and she’s so hot that Alaska thinks she might die.

“Right,” Willam says drily. “Why won’t you just go talk to her?”

“Because,” Alaska sighs forlornly, her heart fluttering as Sharon’s lips twist up into a smile. “I can’t.”

Sharon’s eyes flick over to her, and her heart skips a beat. She tries not to feel hurt when Sharon immediately looks back at Raja, seemingly without giving Alaska a second thought.

“I don’t think she wants me to, anyway.”

DAY SEVEN OF SPRING BREAK

It’s not the last day of break, but it is the last day they’re on the beach, and Alaska’s plan is simple: avoid Sharon, mope around while Courtney and Willam rub their happiness in her face, and maybe sneak a peek at Sharon’s next bathing suit.

Willam, unfortunately, has never had very much respect for Alaska’s plans.

“I invited some people over,” Willam says from her spot next to Alaska on the couch, her eyes never leaving her phone. Her voice is nonchalant, but Alaska still shoots her a wary look.

“Who?”

Camping out in the Belli family’s beach house had been Alaska’s idea, a stroke of genius she’d had the previous night. She can’t seem to avoid Sharon successfully on the beach, so she’ll leave it entirely. She won’t be able to catch sight of Sharon if she’s sitting on a couch watching The Golden Girls on Willam’s enormous television.

“Raja, Jinkx,” Willam lists. “Sharon.”

Alaska’s heart does a swan dive into her stomach.

“That had better be a joke.”

Willam looks up at her. “It’s not.”

Alaska turns off the tv, turning to face Willam full-on, murder in her heart. “Willam, why the fuck would you do that?”

“Because Raja asked if she could,” Willam says, and then, “and because I thought it might be a nice opportunity for you to make out with her.”

“Willam,” Alaska hisses, panicking. “How could you?”

“You’ll be fine,” Willam says, hopping off the couch. “Though I suggest you get ready - they’ll be here in half an hour, and Sharon and Raja are coming straight from their photoshoot.”

“No,” Alaska breathes, aghast.

“Yes,” Willam says. “At least go put some mascara on. You look like you’re a hospital patient.”

“I hate you,” Alaska says, and she really feels it.

“You’re wearing pajamas,” Willam tells her. “They have ‘cunt’ printed across the ass.”

“Fuck,” Alaska says, and she stands up. “Jesus fuck, Willam!”

“It’ll be good for you,” Willam says, as Alaska races past her towards the stairs. “Courtney agrees!”

Alaska makes sure to slam the door to the bathroom extra hard.

-

Sharon arrives in a red one piece that practically screams ‘lust’, and it is the most homophobic thing to have ever happened to Alaska.

It’s wine dark and strapless, and the front of it is laced like a corset, allowing Sharon’s pale skin to peek through. The sweetheart neckline perfectly hugs her, emphasizing her full chest and her collarbone. Her lips are painted to match, her eyeshadow dark, and Alaska might go into cardiac arrest just looking at her. It’s like looking at a 15th century bar wench. Alaska wants her to pin her up against the wall and–

“We brought wine?” Raja says, her deep voice startling Alaska back into her body, and she realizes that she’s been making them wait in the doorway for a full minute.

“Great,” Alaska says, her face on fire, and she lets the two of them in, trying not to wince at the cordial smile Sharon gives her. She makes a note to kill Willam later for making her answer the door.

“You can set it on the counter,” she directs, and Sharon follows Raja into the kitchen, where Willam, Jinkx, and Courtney are waiting. Alaska lets out a breath as she closes the door, trying to decide if she’s relieved or hurt that Sharon doesn’t want to be alone with her.

She doesn’t know why Willam’s decided that this is going to be helpful in any way, but she supposes she has to deal with it, now. Deal with being around her crush who’s disgusted that she has a crush on her for who knows how long.

Not the ideal way to spend her last night on vacation.

“‘Laska!” Willam calls. “Come in here! We’re trying to decide what to play!”

Alaska sighs, steeling herself for more of Sharon’s apathy.

Fuck my life.

-

Willam, Courtney, Raja, and Jinkx all conveniently vote to play Seven Minutes in Heaven, despite Sharon and Alaska’s vehement protests and the fact that none of them have been in high school for at least three years.

They’d found an old wine bottle that Willam’s mother had filled with sand and dried flowers on an end table somewhere, and they’d emptied it, Courtney suggesting that they select the first two participants by spinning it.

Conveniently, and without any sort of finagling of Willam’s, or strategic flicks from Courtney, or purposeful nudges from Raja, the bottle lands first on Alaska, and then on Sharon.

They’ve been standing in Willam’s locked closet together in awkward silence for two minutes.

“Well,” Alaska says, when she can’t stand it anymore. She can just barely see Sharon’s face in the sliver of light coming through the bottom of the door. “This is awkward.”

Sharon shifts, and Alaska blushes as her hand accidentally brushes the side of Sharon’s thigh, snapping her hand back quickly. Sharon sighs, sounding annoyed. Guilt twists into Alaska’s stomach at the sound. “Sorry,” she says. “I didn’t want this to happen.”

There’s a pause. “Clearly,” Sharon says, and though her voice is light, there’s an edge of bitterness to it that twists into Alaska like a knife.

“I’m being serious,” she says, desperate to make Sharon at least understand that she’s not trying to force herself on her. “I didn’t ask Courtney to kick the bottle like that.”

“I know, Alaska,” Sharon says, and she only sounds more irritated. Alaska winces.

“I’ve been trying to keep my distance these past few days! They just won’t let it go, even though I–”

“I know,” Sharon snaps, and Alaska slams her jaw shut, jumping a little. “You made that perfectly clear on Thursday. I don’t need to be reminded.”

Alaska scrambles to appease her, guilt making her feel ill. “But I–”

She suddenly stops herself, her brain finally processing Sharon’s words and coming up with only a series of question marks. “What?”

“You’re not interested in me,” Sharon says, and she sounds upset. “I get that. But believe it or not, it hurts when someone tells you they can’t stand to think of you like that repeatedly. Especially when–” she cuts herself off, inhaling quickly. Alaska feels hope flutter through her like a butterfly, though she tries to crush it as soon as it comes. What if-?

“Especially when what?” Alaska probes gently, and she lightly touches Sharon’s arm, trying not to let her heart pound too hard as she does.

“Jesus Christ,” Sharon says, but she sounds defeated. “This is embarrassing.”

Alaska’s hope spikes. “Sharon?”

“Only because I can make sure we never see each other again,” Sharon says, voice threatening. “And only because if I’m going to tell you, it’s going to be while we’re playing a game I didn’t think I’d even hear about ever again.” She pauses, and Alaska waits, her heart pounding loudly in her ears.

“I have a crush on you,” Sharon says eventually, her voice quiet and a little shaky. “But, only like, a tiny one - it isn’t a problem, I swear. I won’t make it awkward.”

There’s a brief moment of silence, in which Alaska stares at Sharon, numb with shock.

Then, happiness comes bursting in.

Alaska lunges forwards to kiss Sharon, unable to wait for any longer, pure, disbelieving joy flooding her body with adrenaline. Sharon’s lips are soft and warm, and she makes a muffled noise of surprise against Alaska’s mouth, freezing up underneath her hands.

She lightly pushes Alaska away, and Alaska goes willingly, panic shooting through her like lightning. “Sharon, I’m so sorry, that was unc–”

“I thought you didn’t like me,” Sharon says, her eyes wide. “You told me on the beach that the idea was ridiculous.”

Alaska stares at her for a moment, speechless. It’s like Sharon’s just shown her a sports replay where she’d fumbled the ball and then blamed it on the player who’d thrown it to her. “That’s because I was scared,” she says after a moment. “I thought you were disgusted.”

“Disgusted?” Sharon repeats, disbelieving laughter bubbling over her words. “Alaska, that’s possibly the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Rude,” Alaska says, but she’s too elated to really feel it. She’d been so stupid - Sharon likes her. Sharon has a crush on her. It’s too good to be true.

“So the swimming suits really were working?” Sharon asks, and this time, it’s Alaska’s turn to laugh disbelievingly.

“Were you distracting me on purpose?” she asks, half shrieking, and Sharon grins that bright grin again.

“At first? No. But when I saw how you were looking at me at Raja’s party…”

“Evil!” Alaska cries. “I can’t believe I ever had a crush on someone so cruel! I’m–”

Sharon cuts her off with another kiss, and Alaska melts into it, sighing as Sharon’s fingers come up to thread through her hair, somehow managing to avoid its tangles. She slides her hands around Sharon’s waist, pulling her closer so that they’re pressed up against each other, relishing in the feeling of Sharon’s warmth all along her body.

She moans as Sharon deepens the kiss, breathing in the smell of cigarettes and the ocean. She hums, pleased, and Sharon pushes her forwards so that she’s flat against the narrow wall, sliding her hands down, down, down, over her breasts and her stomach and coming to rest on the waist of her jean shorts.

Alaska breaks off the kiss with a gasp, already squirming with pleasure. “Jesus Christ,” she breathes, and Sharon grins, giving her another quick peck on the lips.

“You want this?” she asks, her voice husky, and it goes straight to Alaska’s panties.

“Yes,” she says. “Plea–”

A loud knock on the closet door has them flying apart, and Alaska tries desperately to will the flush away from her cheeks as they hear the lock being undone.

The door swings open, and Alaska squints her eyes against the sudden brightness and Willam’s smirk.

“Seven minutes are up,” she says, looking them both up and down. “Would you two like to request more time?”

“No,” Alaska snaps, just as Sharon says, “Yes.” She flushes at the contradiction.

Willam eyes them smugly. Alaska wants to kill her. “I’ll let you two figure it out,” she says, taking a step back. “There’s chips downstairs for when you guys want to replenish your energy.”

“Fuck off, Willam,” Sharon says, and Willam smirks.

“Sure,” she says, and then she’s out of the room before Alaska can hit her like she wants to.

“I hate her,” Alaska says, and Sharon grabs her hand, giving her a sweet smile. Alaska’s heart melts.

“I love her,” Sharon says. “She’s the reason I can do this.”

Alaska rolls her eyes, although the smile she can’t help splitting across her face takes away its edge. “Fine,” she says. “But I still hate her. I’ve never been so stressed in my life.”

Sharon’s grin morphs into a sly smile, and she tugs Alaska back towards her, arranging her hand so that it rests on her waist. “I think I know a way to relieve some of that.”

Alaska raises an eyebrow, a thrill running through her as she steps closer. “Oh? Do tell.”

“I think I’d prefer to show you,” Sharon says, and then she pulls Alaska in for another searing kiss, and Alaska melts completely.

Thank god for bathing suits, and thank god for Willam.

[narcoleptic-drag-queen]

47. Shalaska 👀

👀👀👀 thank u sm this prompt is so adorable - also I got to live my early ghost hunters au fantasy

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In hindsight, Alaska really should have seen this coming.

Meaning, she should have expected to end up in a condemned, supposedly haunted house in the middle of nowhere with only her girlfriend for company sooner or later, and she should have expected Sharon to break something while in said condemned, supposedly haunted house.

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” Alaska tells her, once they’ve gotten Sharon’s foot out of the collapsed pile of wood that was once a stair step. They’re now sitting against the safest-looking wall in the parlor room, Sharon’s ankle bent at a nauseating angle and Alaska trying very hard not to panic.

She’s never letting Sharon watch Ghost Adventures again.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Sharon groans, letting her head thud against the wall. 

“Sorry, I thought I was,” Alaska says harshly, panic making her voice sharp. “Do you understand how fucked we are?”

Sharon shrugs, pressing her lips together and glaring at the opposite wall. “Does it even matter how I answer? You’re just gonna review everything anyway.”

Alaska bristles. “Maybe because you don’t seem to get it,” she says. “Your ankle is broken, because you’re an idiot, we’re locked in this fucking piano room, possibly with ghosts, because apparently I’m just as stupid as you are, and we have no signal, because the fucking haunted house you chose is apparently right next door to Purgatory.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” Sharon says drily. Alaska raises an eyebrow, swinging the flashlight so that it’s pointed at the side of Sharon’s face. 

“You’re welcome,” she says. “And let’s not forget how we had to walk the last quarter-mile here because you forgot to fill up your truck. Or how you dropped the camera before we even got inside, rendering this whole trip completely useless. Or how you insisted we go in any–”

“Alright!” Sharon snaps out, swiping at the flashlight. It clatters to the ground, Alaska too focused on her list to tighten her grip. As it rolls away across the floorboards, the light flickers once. Twice.

It goes out.

They’re plunged into darkness, the only light coming from between the slates of the boards nailed to the windows, creating long, pale stripes across the furniture and Sharon’s thighs. There’s a long beat of silence.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sharon,” Alaska snaps, frustration and a new kind of fear bubbling in her gut. She hasn’t forgotten the horrifying story of axe murderers and the innocent children they slaughtered Sharon had told her on the forty-five minute drive here, and the shadows suddenly stretching behind the piano are making the hair raise on the back of her neck.

“Alaska, I get it,” Sharon shoots back, her hands coming up to cover her face, fingertips digging into her temples. “It’s all my fault. But there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Alaska sniffs. “Maybe–”

“I’m the one with a broken ankle, Alaska!” Sharon interrupts sharply, jerking her head up from her hands to motion down at her leg. With the way the light is shining on it, it almost looks like it ends just above the ankle. “You’re not the only one that’s freaking out!”

Guilt twinges in Alaska’s gut at the mention of Sharon’s ankle, and she deflates, letting out a small sigh. She scoots over so that their thighs are nearly touching, skin sticky with humidity, and she takes Sharon’s hand in hers. Her guilt only heightens as Sharon immediately relaxes into her, her head falling to rest against Alaska’s shoulder. She swallows.

“You’re right,” she says, softening her voice. “I’m sorry. You’re being punished enough, I guess.”

“You think?” Sharon snorts, and Alaska smiles. She’s still tense, eyeing the pitch black that covers the corner behind one of the chairs, but the weight of Sharon against her has her feeling a little bit braver. 

“I’ll be mad once we’re out of here,” she says, squeezing Sharon’s hand reassuringly.

“How diplomatic.”

“I try my best,” Alaska says, and then she narrows her eyes in the darkness, trying to get a good look at Sharon’s ankle. “How’s it feel?”

There’s a pause, and then Sharon sighs out what sounds like all of the air in her body. “It really fucking hurts,” she says, and her voice is significantly quieter. Alaska’s heart aches at it.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she says, and Sharon hums.

“It’s also making me nervous,” she says, and while her tone says she’s joking, there’s an undercurrent of truth to it. “I’m not gonna be able to run if any ghosts come out of the woodwork.”

“Sharon,” Alaska says, the glee that comes with the opportunity to tease her girlfriend curling into her chest. “Are you saying you’re scared?”

A pause. “Shut up.”

“My girlfriend?” Alaska continues, heedless of Sharon’s pouting. “Spooky Needles? The girl who made fun of me for screaming at the jumpscares in The Shining?”

“Hey!” Sharon says, but she’s giggling, and Alaska’s chest is warmer than it has any right to be when she’s sitting in the middle of a condemned, possibly haunted house. “This is completel–”

A loud creak from upstairs cuts her off, and they both freeze, Sharon’s hand squeezing Alaska’s so hard she’s a little afraid her fingers might break. Another creak occurs just after the first, this time a little further away, and Alaska finds herself holding her breath in fear.

They sit in silence for a long while after, waiting for another sound, too afraid to speak for fear that something might hear them. Alaska can hear Sharon taking fast, shallow breaths next to her, her grip unyielding on Alaska’s hand even as Alaska inches towards relaxation again, confidence returning the longer they sit in the quiet.

“Baby, I’m scared,” Sharon whispers after a while, still breathing far too quickly. Alaska scoots again, so that she’s pressed right up against Sharon.

“You don’t have to be - not as long as I’m here,” she murmurs, and Sharon lets out a weak huff of a laugh.

“No offense, pumpkin, but you’re not gonna be able to do much.”

“Don’t be so quick to judge,” Alaska says airily. “I’m wearing my Dickies today. And I brought my taser.”

“Load of good that’ll do to a ghost,” Sharon says, skeptical. Alaska feels a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, affection welling up in her chest. Her girlfriend is adorable.

“I think we’re fine, baby,” she says, and she presses a kiss into Sharon’s bleached hair. It’s still new, and Alaska loves it too much, considering how shitty of a job Sharon had done. “Willam should be here soon, anyway.”

Sharon lifts her head up to stare at Alaska. It’s hard to tell with her face backlit by the moonlight, but presumably, she’s frowning. “Willam?”

“I told her to come and get us if I didn’t text by one.”

“You mean you didn’t trust me?”

“We were going to a house that’s been condemned for fifteen years, Sharon,” Alaska points out. “I was practically required to text her just in case the whole thing collapsed on us. And, oh look, it did.”

“More like I collapsed the stair step,” Sharon mutters, and Alaska rolls her eyes.

“Does it really matter?”

Sharon huffs, laying her head back on Alaska’s shoulder. Alaska rubs her thumb over the back of Sharon’s hand, comforting her teasingly. “I hate you,” she says, and Alaska grins, pressing another kiss into Sharon’s hair.

“Love you too, baby.”

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[pianowired]

shalaska #99 please and thank you -freyja

“This bath is too damn hot,” Sharon grumped, eyeing the steam that curled upward from the pink-tinted jacuzzi tub. Alaska had gone all-out with a bath bomb and glittery bubble bath, but the obvious temperature gave Sharon pause. Even the rose petals sprinkled on the water were beginning to wilt with the heat.

Alaska pouted, folding her arms over her chest. “This is why we can’t do cute things. You complain too much.”

Sharon took a generous sip of her wine, swirling it in the glass to avoid making eye contact with her pouty puppy dog of a girlfriend. “I’m not complaining, Lask, I’m trying not to scald my fucking skin off.” That made Alaska giggle and set her own wine glass down on the counter.

“I’m sure we can find something to do while we wait for the water to cool down enough for your delicate skin,” she teased, untying the belt of her bath robe. Sharon shot her a look.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Alaska.”

“Whaaaat?” the blonde asked innocently as her robe fell from her shoulders and hit the tile floor with a soft thump. “I’m not doing anything!”

Alaska knew damn well that Sharon was a weak woman when it came to her girlfriend’s body, and she used this to her advantage whenever she could. It didn’t help that Alaska was an exhibitionist and loved flaunting herself at every opportunity; Sharon could almost never say no to her when she teased. And she was an absolutely ruthless tease.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” Sharon deadpanned, but the way her breath caught in the back of her throat gave her away. Upon a closer look, Alaska’s skin seemed to shimmer and sparkle in the light, and Sharon could hardly believe the lengths her girlfriend was willing to go to just to tease her. “Are you… Are you wearing body oil?”

“Maybe,” the blonde answered, biting back a smile. “Why don’t you come here and find out?”

“I’m not touching you. That glitter is literally never going to come off.”

Without another word, Alaska moved across the bathroom and perched on the side of the jacuzzi, spreading her legs.

“Don’t be stupid, Shar-Bear,” she purred. “That’s what the bath is for.”

otp drabble challenge

[aqmarion]

wip wednesday: sometimes I write something other than Witney edition

Showing the judges versatility with some Shalaska. It’s been almost two months since I’ve worked on this holy shit my sense of time passing is so fucked but this is at the top of my to-write list once I finish Pros and Cons

Most of the time, Sharon was happy that she was still friends with her ex. Now was not one of those times.

“I’m telling you, Sharon,” Willam said from behind her desk, “you need to take a break from all the CSI shit for a night and get fucked.”

Sharon rolled her eyes. “Fucking isn’t going to get me out of being stuck writing about celebrity gossip for the rest of my life.”

She looked incredulous, but didn’t bother to argue. They’d had this conversation before. While Willam had grown plenty comfortable with her position at the newspaper that they worked for, Sharon had grown antsy with her own position. Editing with a side of giving bad advice might be enough to keep Willam happy, but Sharon did not suffer through years at college just to use her degree in journalism to report on who’s fucking who or the latest keysmash of a name given to a child that already had a trust fund with more money than she could ever hope to make in her life, even including the money her parents left her.

[zaricats]

femslash tag

I was tagged by @areyouscarletcold​ to list my top ten femslash ships!! I’m excited to do this!

Rules: List 5-10 of your favorite femslash ships, gifs are optional.

1. Fanny Price/Mary Crawford - Mansfield Park (specifically the 1995 movie) (you guys... the tension, my god)

2. Charlie/Zari Tomaz - Legends of Tomorrow (the flirting?? the glances??)

3. Nomi Marks/Anamita Caplan - Sense8 (they make may heart soft)

4. Catherine Morland/Eleanor Tilney - Northanger Abbey (the novel) (I do love Henry but Eleanor is right there)

5. Margo Hansen/Alice Quinn - The Magicians (my favorite dynamic is two people who are Assholes but in different ways and they are exactly this)

6. Sarah Bailey/Nancy Downs - The Craft (the bad girl seducing the good girl to the dark side... delicious)

7. Sharon Needles/Alaska Thunderfuck5000 - Rupaul’s Drag Race (I guess?) (the characters, so it counts! I don’t make the rules) (also i’m currently writing for this so. come on)

8. Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe - Legends of Tomorrow (they’re very cute and I support them with my whole heart)

9. Brittney Pierce/Santana Lopez - Glee (because they were my first)

10. Elphaba/Galinda - Wicked (another old one, but I still love them)

I’m afraid of how difficult this ended up being, but I did it! Turns out I need more media that includes more than just one good female character (Shalaska would still be on here tho... the glee ship? probably not)! Anyway, I’m tagging @dykerory​ and whoever else because I am what? Tired.

[purecamp]

shalaska + 1, 5, 30

(apologies in advance anon, i couldn’t find a way to link them together so i chose to just go with 1 and 30!! hope it’s okay x)

Of course, it’s late at night when Alaska spots her. The train station is nearly empty at such a late hour, and the last train has been delayed a further ten minutes, so she sits on a cold green bench outside and waits. There isn’t much to look at, so she scans around for something to focus on.

Moths flap around the displeasingly orange lights, sparsely scattered in a feeble attempt to light up the place, illuminating nothing save for the spider webs wrapped around them. The man in the ticket booth is half asleep, his job nearly redundant. Alaska clutches her ticket between her fingers, rereads it four times, and goes back to searching.

She’s in her work gear, the blazer and pencil skirt combo, coming back from a meeting that dragged on far longer than it should’ve done. A series of missed trains, delays and unmoving traffic led her to the crummy little station she found herself in now, cold and tired.

There’s a girl stood next to the ticket machine, her back facing away from Alaska. She’s fumbling inside her bag, but her search seems fruitless as she continually pulls out nothing. Scantily-dressed, she shivers in the night’s chill and grows more frantic in her search. Alaska recognises the shape of her body instantly, and fills with dread.

“Shit!” The girl yells, cutting through the eerie white noise. “Come on!”

She kicks the machine, and the ticket guy lazily chastises her. Alaska battles within herself for a moment - she doesn’t want to approach, but she doesn’t want to reread her ticket for the fourteenth time. It’s geniunely a difficult decision, but she ends up pulling herself from the bench.

“What’s going on?”

The girl jumps, frightened by the sudden voice. Then she locks eyes with Alaska, and seems to freeze.

Sharon hasn’t changed much. Her skimpy band t-shirt, shorts and fishnets combo seems to be the source of her shivering, but Alaska remembers how she was never good at taking care of herself. Her eyes were presumably smoked with black eyeshadow when the night began, but they appear smudged and almost disastrous now. Her plum lipstick is cracking at the edges of her mouth and her eyes are red, and Alaska notes the painfully knotted state of her bottle-blonde hair and winces. There’s a rapidly forming bruise on her cheek, next to her right eye, that has her slightly worried.

“Fuck! You scared me.” Sharon rushes out. “What are you doing out at this time of night, Alaska?”

Alaska snorts derisively at the question. “I could ask you the same thing. I’ve been at work.”

“Ah.” She nods. “I was at a concert.” She points to the fresh bruise. “Mosh pit got a little intense and some six foot four asshole decided to batter me.”

That’s just Sharon’s way - chaotic, dangerous, as though her life isn’t really worth anything. She’s the type of girl to stand on the edge of the train platform as it rushes past her just to feel the wind in her hair, just to feel alive. Alaska used to wonder if she even had blood, or if it was just pure adrenaline coursing through her veins.

“And you’re attacking the machine because...?”

Sharon huffs. “The fucking website said tickets would be £15.60 to get home! But they’re not!”

The ticket prices go up after 9pm, but Alaska thinks it might be pertinent to just sympathize with her ex, rather than antagonise her.

“I don’t have it! I can’t find the pennies and if I can’t find them soon I can’t get home and-”

Alaska wordlessly hands her a few notes, if only to shut her up. Sharon’s an idiot, but she’s an idiot who needs to get home safe. It’s this, or the possibility that she’ll do something dangerous for money. Alaska can’t let that happen on her conscience.

“You’re helping me?” Sharon sounds geniunely surprised, and it tugs on Alaska’s heart.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

They step away from the ticket machine after buying and back out into the night, out of the ugly light and into the darkness, away from the public toilet smell and into the blood-like metal and polluted air of night. Sharon is still shivering, but Alaska knows offering her blazer is a step too far.

“Because I hurt you.” She mumbles. Alaska knows she’s been drinking, and knows by the blown pupils and redness of her eyes that she’s taken something, and just prays to God that this isn’t the night it kills her. Sharon’s always surprisingly coherent and functional on drugs, but the internal danger of it terrifies Alaska to no end.

She sighs. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Fuck off, it wasn’t.” Sharon dismisses her. “It was entirely my fault. Not even a second of it was you, you did nothing wrong. I just fucked up and left. You’re way too good for me, I knew that.”

Alaska doesn’t want to dredge this all up; she knows it’s too much, and it’s too late at night to be anything but emotional about it. She’s fine now, she took her time to get over it, but it stings like an old wound reopened with a fresh blade. Sharon is unchanged, even if it’s been a year since Alaska has seen her in anything but photographs.

“Why did you do it?” The question slips out before she can stop it. She turns to the side, realising she had been avoiding even looking at Sharon, and finds her with a cigarette between her fingers, halted on the way to her lips, her first exhale still curling from her mouth.

Sharon blinks, takes a drag, shifts uncomfortably. No doubt the metal is unpleasantly cold against her skin. “You held back my hair when I was throwing up.”

Alaska says nothing.

“You used to take me to dinner in restaurants I hadn’t heard of. You used to phone taxis and steer me away from bad people by distracting me with sex. You never complained when you knew we were fucking and I was high as shit. You held me when I was coming down, when I lashed out at you. You fed me soup and bread when I was sick. You forgave me when I had an affair even though you knew I wanted it, because you loved me.”

Her hands tremble. “You loved me. Nobody ever loved me. Nobody loves me. That’s how I like it, it’s easier. You can’t hurt anyone when they don’t love you.”

Alaska still dreads going home, sometimes. The ache has lessened, and it’s less raw, but every so often a spike of fear hits her as she approaches the door. A seemingly ordinary work day had thrown her into a spiral of heartache when she thrust open the front door to find the place in disarray as Sharon gathered her things, leaving a hasty note that said nothing except for I’m sorry. She hadn’t even signed her name, just left in a flash. Sometimes she thinks she’ll get home to find the place a mess, and Sharon gone - even though she’s long gone.

It’s better now, but it hurts.

“I was scared, and I ran.” Sharon shrugs, but the way she desperately huffs on her cigarette betrays her blasé attitude. “You didn’t deserve a shithead girlfriend who can’t pay for anything herself. Even a fucking train ticket.”

Again, Alaska says nothing, because it’s easier. In the distance, she can see the lights of a train approaching, but it isn’t theirs. Sharon stands up, starts walking towards the yellow line.

“Sharon. Step back a little.” She calls, out of habit.

Sharon turns back to look at her, somewhat imploring. Before, she would’ve nodded and stepped back, slipping her hand into Alaska’s, understanding her girlfriend’s fears about her safety.

Now, she turns away again, taking one small step forwards, her toes almost over the edge of the platform. She spreads her arms as the train rushes past, the wind blowing her hair and her thin jacket backwards, and Alaska swears Sharon is about to take flight.

[emowithoddsocks]

The Love Tonight- Shalaska

A/N: Possibly the second dumbest thing I've ever written.

“I can see what's happening.” Courtney commented from where she sat watching from the bar.

“What?” Willam looked up from her phone.

“And they don't have a clue.”

Willam looked around confused

“Who.”

“They'll fall in love and here's the bottom line.” Courtney took a sip of her drink.

“Our trio's down to two.”

“Oh.” Willam finally caught on to what the other girl was rambling about.

Across the room sat Alaska and Sharon hand in hand, whispering sweet words to each other.

“The sweet caress of twilight.”

“Actually it’s only 4 in the afternoon.” Willam started to get concerned.

“There's magic everywhere.”

“Ok what the hell is in that drink?”

“And with all this romantic atmosphere.” Courtney grabbed Willam’s hand tightly.

“Disaster's in the air.”

-

How long had it been since they had seen each other? Alaska couldn’t remember.

It was strange how fast they had fallen back into place, as if they had never been apart.

Holding Sharon’s hand in hers brought back memories of the past. Rainy days spent cuddling in bed, tracing lazy patterns on bare skin as they explored each other’s body. Walking home together in the early hours of the morning from wherever they had been performing that particular night and kissing under the stars.

Everything felt like a dream now. Times before the fights were seemingly perfect compared to the brewing nightmares that would follow.

The day Alaska left was the day both of them woke up.

The past was the past. No power or force in the world could ever change or take back the words that had been said and the bottles smashed.

Sharon found herself trying to remember every detail of Alaska’s face as if this moment wasn’t real and she would disappear again.

Never had she felt so strongly about someone. Alaska was truly her soulmate, why else would have fate brought them together once again?

Instead of worrying about the future both decided to relish in the moments that they were now making together.

“I’m sorry.” Alaska’s breath was warm against Sharon’s ear as she whispered.

Placing a kiss to the side of Alaska’s head she replied.

“I am too.”

And that was all they needed.

-

Back at the bar Courtney’s drunken rambling continued.

“And if she falls in love tonight, It can be assumed.” She took a final shot. “Her carefree days with us are history.”

Willam held onto her shoulders so that she wouldn’t fall as she left the bar stool. Courtney wrapped her arms around Willam and began to sob into the blondes shoulder.

“In short, our pal is doomed.”

“Ok I’m taking you home right now.”

[aqdragrace]

Sharon’s Case

Hey guys! This fic seems to have disappeared from AQ, but thankfully, I managed to recover it - it was having a party by the gates of smutty mommy kink Shalaska hell. Enjoy!

Sharon was tossing and turning under the covers. It was almost 4 am. She should have fallen asleep by now, but nothing helped put her to sleep. She tried counting imaginary spiders, relaxing her limbs and feeling the weight of her body disappear, sinking slowly into the bed. She even attempted cuddling Cerrone, hoping that the cat’s presence will calm her down, but apparently, he was not in the mood for cuddles. He hopped off the bed with a discontented ‘meow’ after just a couple of minutes.

Sharon knew what would help her relax and let go of the thoughts that whirled around in her head. She knew the solution. But she couldn’t. Alaska forbade Sharon to touch herself while she was away on her important business trip. “Be good for me, baby,” she said before she left. “I want you to wait for Mommy, so when I get back I can reward you for being such an obedient girl. Maybe I’ll even bring you a gift.”

Sharon let out a long sigh, slowly feeling her will to resist temptation weaken and fade away as thoughts of Alaska came running through her mind. She ran her hands up her stomach and her breasts. Feeling her nipples, she realised they were already hard. As she started pinching them softly, she let her mind wander. She imagined her Lasky’s touch on her as she slid one of her hands down her thighs. If she was going to disobey, she will at least take it slow and make it worthwhile. She teased herself, pinching the skin on her thighs, kneading the soft flesh.

Sharon felt warmth spreading in her stomach, and she knew she would not be able to stop herself now. She knew she was being bad and as the blood rushed to her cheeks, she embraced the thrill of disobedience; somehow it made all this much more exciting. She turned to lean on her side, tossing the covers off her body for better access. She pushed the hem of her nightgown up to her stomach and gently scratched her way towards her ass with her nails the way Alaska so often did. She felt exposed as the air hit her naked skin and she loved it. She delivered a couple of firm slaps to her butt, moaning and putting on a show as if somebody were watching. She imagined Alaska’s eyes on her, imagined how cross she is going to be when she finds out about this. She whimpered softly and let out a quiet moan. “Mama, watch me,” she whispered as she spread herself out on the bed.

Her pussy was wet and throbbing. She slowly traced her folds, enjoying the way her body reacted to the images on her mind: Alaska standing in between her spread legs, talking down on her, asking her if she really thought she is going to give Sharon what she wanted, no, needed so badly. Sharon felt her pussy clench, and she willed herself to wait a little longer as she focused in on the desire taking over her body before she slipped a finger inside herself.

Sharon let the moans spill freely from her lips as she slowly worked herself. She wanted to go faster, she wanted to go to town immediately and rub her clit until she cried, but she held herself back. She felt a pressure on her chest as her breathing grew more erratic, her head fell backwards and her back arched as she slowly fucked herself into the mattress. The suspense felt deliciously torturous. Her thighs started trembling as her finger brushed against her G-spot every time she slid it in and out.

“Mommy, I’m so close,” she whimpered as she started touching her clit with her other hand. She spread her wetness on her fingers and wiped it all over her folds. “Please,” she begged, the words spilling from her lips almost involuntarily. As she felt her walls clenching faster and faster, she upped her pace while rubbing her clit roughly. She came yelling Alaska’s name and soon fell into a sweet, sound sleep.

***­

Alaska stepped out of her car with a concerned look on her face. Her Sharon was awfully quiet on the way home from the airport. What could possibly be wrong? She made a couple of remarks in the car, but Sharon only shook her head and avoided eye contact when she was asked. She cast her eyes down as if she were ashamed of something.

As they stepped into the elevator, Alaska decided that things cannot go on like this. She missed her wife the whole week and she had to get to the bottom of the problem. She softly put a finger under Sharon’s chin to lift her face and looked deeply into her eyes. “Sweet pea, what’s the matter?”

Sharon’s lips trembled. “Mommy,” she whispered as she tried to look away. “I… I…”

“What is it, baby?”

“I touched myself while you were away,” Sharon finally confessed in the smallest voice.

The door of the elevator opened with a ding and Alaska stormed into the apartment leaving a guilty-looking Sharon behind. Her figure reflected in the two wall mirrors of the elevator, and it looked as if infinite Sharons were standing there, eyes carefully studying the metallic floor.

“Come inside,” Alaska gestured finally, turning her back to Sharon. She locked the door and started walking up and down in the kitchen placing and replacing random objects in a not so gentle manner. Sharon sat down on a barstool, but squirmed uncomfortably. “Mommy…” she tried quietly. When she got no response, she tried again. “Mommy, I am so sorry.”

Alaska slowly turned around, leaning on the counter behind her. “Sharon, I only asked one thing of you when I left, is that right?”

“Yes, Mommy.” Sharon said, flushing with embarrassment. She felt that she was getting wet, and she knew Alaska could tell how flustered she was by the way she was looking at her.

“What did I tell you?” Alaska asked in a stern voice.

“Not to touch myself. To be a good girl and wait until you come home.”

“That’s right, baby. And you disobeyed my orders.” Alaska was merciless. She always spotted when Sharon misbehaved, and she always made her tell.

“Did you put your fingers inside your little pussy?”

Sharon hung her head in shame. “Yes.”

Alaska looked very disappointed. “Did you cum?”

Sharon blushed even deeper. If Alaska keeps interrogating her in this manner, her dress is going to get soaked entirely. “Yes, Mommy. I’m so sorry.”

Alaska drew in a sharp breath. “You’ve been so very bad, baby. You know what happens to bad baby girls?”

“They-they get punished.” Sharon stuttered, unable to tell embarrassment from arousal anymore.

“Ask me.”

“W-what?” Sharon looked at Alaska in disbelief.

“You heard me, doll. Ask for it. Or I won’t know that you want to be forgiven,” Alaska explained, looking almost disinterested.

“Please, Mommy.” Sharon whispered, nearly choking on her own words. “Punish me.”

Alaska pushed herself up from where she was leaning on the counter and neared Sharon. She looked very serious, and Sharon had to clench her thighs together because of the sight in front of her. Alaska looked so hot when she was mad she made her mouth water. Sharon swallowed painfully. Her pupils were so dilated her blue iris almost disappeared, and this was not lost on Alaska.

“I didn’t hear you, doll. What did you say?”

“Mommy, please, I need you to punish me, I was such a bad girl. I need you to teach me a lesson, please…” Sharon babbled.

“Alright, then. Strip,” Alaska ordered, watching her wife expectantly.

Sharon stood up, eager to please. She kicked off her heels and slipped down the zipper of her leather jacket. Underneath, she was only wearing a short, nude dress that hugged her curves tightly. She hastily discarded it onto the floor, rendering herself completely naked and vulnerable under Alaska’s gaze. Through the great windows, sunlight spilled inside the room, and Sharon winced from the sudden exposure.

Alaska looked her up and down. It felt like she was studying her body, looking for marks betraying Sharon’s misbehaviour. Finally, she tsked and shook her head in disapproval. “Lean across the counter, doll, hands above your head.”

Sharon did as she was told, and soon she felt Alaska’s nails digging into her ass. “I need you to ask for every strike, baby. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mommy. Please, spank me,” Sharon almost whined. She thought she was going to die of embarrassment right there, but when Alaska’s hand landed on her ass, her walls clenched violently. She repeated her words once, twice, who knows, how many times, until her cheeks were bright red and her juices were dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. Sharon did not dare ask to be touched where she wanted it the most, but she craved the stimulation so desperately, she begged over and over again for Alaska’s hand to come down hard on her bottom.

After the last, faint “please, Mommy,” the awaited blow did not come. For a short while, Sharon felt nothing but the intense pulsing at the place where Alaska’s hand landed just moments ago.

“I think you have had enough, baby girl”, Alaska said as she caressed Sharon’s ass gently. Sharon jumped from the unexpected touch but soon relaxed into Alaska’s hands. “I am not done with you yet, though. Wait for me in the bedroom, baby.”

Sharon stood up, her knees a little wobbly, and made her way into the bedroom. She sat gingerly on the edge of the bed and waited for Alaska to enter.

When she finally did, her hands weren’t empty. In them, she held what must have been the belt of one of Sharon’s silk robes that Alaska bought for her. “I am going to tie you up, baby,” she announced in a calm voice. “Now, this rope is not very strong, so I need you to do what you have so disappointingly failed at while I was away: behave and control yourself. Lie on your back for me, darling, hands against the headboard.”

Sharon obeyed wordlessly. She was not sure she would be able to utter a word even if she was asked; her life was flashing right before her eyes.

Alaska climbed next to her and secured her hands to the bars. She gently petted Sharon’s hair, brushing the curls away from her face to get a nice view for later. She slid her fingers down Sharon’s cheek and put three into Sharon’s mouth. “Be careful, baby,” she warned Sharon. “If you try to get free to touch me or yourself, you are going to be in even bigger trouble than what you already got yourself into.”

Sharon whined around Alaska’s fingers, but nodded in agreement. She wanted to touch Alaska so bad, she missed her so much… but she has been bad, and she only has herself to blame for this. She’ll take what she can get, she decided, as she sucked on Alaska’s fingers.

She felt her wife’s nails tracing her sides, down to her hips and her inner thighs. “Did you touch yourself like this, baby?” Alaska asked, scorn in her voice.

“Yes, Mommy. I was so wet. I was thinking of you, I imagined you watching me,” Sharon confessed. “I missed you so much and I couldn’t” –

Suddenly Alaska lowered herself to suck roughly on her nipple. “This has you shut up, babydoll, hasn’t it? Did you imagine Mommy doing this to you?”

“Y-yes,” Sharon gasped as Alaska suddenly bit down on the nipple she was licking. “This feels so good, Mommy, please” –

“Please, what, baby?”

“Please, touch my pussy,” she pleaded desperately, squirming under Alaska’s gaze.

“Do you think you deserve to be touched? After being so bad?” Alaska straightened up a bit and dug her thumbs into Sharon’s soft hips to punctuate her words. “Not listening to Mommy, even though you knew the consequences?”

Sharon averted her gaze, trying to escape Alaska’s strict glare that made her feel like she stared right into her soul. “No, Mommy,” she whispered finally.

Alaska looked down at Sharon, eyeing her thoughtfully. “I must admit baby, I missed you even if you misbehaved. Maybe you can make it up to me somehow.”

“Please, I will do anything, I promise,” Sharon begged. “I will be so good for you, Mama.”

Alaska smirked and swiftly pulled down her pencil skirt and panties. She positioned herself on top of Sharon, lowering herself on her face. “Be careful now, baby girl. You can only use your tongue, or I will not put a single finger in your little pussy.”

Sharon felt her opening clench at the dirty words. “Use me, Mommy,” she begged before Alaska sunk down on her face entirely. She licked a long stripe up between Alaska’s folds, making Alaska moan on top of her. She repeated her motions swiftly, letting Alaska’s walls open up for her every time before pulling out of her to circle around her clit. It did not take long until Sharon’s face was covered in Alaska’s juices, and her wife’s cries echoed across the room. After Alaska came, Sharon licked her until her pussy was clean. Alaska lifted herself off Sharon with a sigh, and for the first time since the airport she cupped her face with her hands and kissed her.

Alaska’s kiss was long and dirty. She practically fucked into Sharon’s mouth with her tongue, and Sharon felt the throbbing in her lower stomach intensify at the sensation. Her pussy clenched again, so ready for Alaska’s fingers. She spread her legs in anticipation and tried to buckle up against Alaska’s thighs, but once again, she felt Alaska’s fingers pinning her down by her hips. She let a small whine escape her lips as she looked up to her wife with pleading eyes. “Lasky… Mommy… I want you so bad.”

“It is okay, angel, you have been very patient. You only have to wait a little longer, I promise.”

Sharon relaxed and leaned back into the bed with a small sigh. Alaska petted her thighs gently, drawing soothing circles into Sharon’s skin. “I thought that you’d be a good girl while I was gone,” she remarked. She was shaking her head, but her words lost most of their previous sharpness. “And I bought you something pretty, babydoll. Do you want to see?”

Sharon’s eyes lit up with hope. “Yes, Mommy.”

Alaska stood up and walked out the room. When she returned, she held a small red box in her hand. “Do you want to open your present, darling?”

Sharon nodded feverously. Alaska untied her hands, and gave her the gift, planting a small kiss on Sharon’s forehead in the process.

Inside the box, there was a long double-ended toy. Its middle looked like some cable made of a silicone-like material that was easy to bend, while its two ends widened into a bulbous shape. When Sharon’s thumb pressed against the ‘on’ button, the toy started buzzing quietly. Sharon let out a small “oh,” and wordlessly handed the toy to her wife.

Alaska smirked. “You’ll have to say something, baby, unless you want me to use this alone. Tell me what you want me to do with this.”

“I’d like to be fucked, Mama. Please,” Sharon breathed and hid her face in the blouse Alaska was still wearing for some inexplicable reason. She inhaled her sweet, flowery perfume, and something that could only be described as the scent of sun and dust from the streets of LA. Alaska held Sharon’s face for a minute, kissing her deeply, then pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her.

“May I touch you now, Mommy?” Sharon asked.

“Yes, doll, you may.”

Sharon’s hands started roaming on Alaska’s body, tugging on the collar of her blouse, slowly unbuttoning it and sliding it down her shoulders. When her lacy white bra dropped to the floor to be forgotten immediately, Sharon took one of Alaska’s nipples in her mouth, licking and sucking it gently. Alaska moaned deeply, and Sharon felt a fingertip teasing her entrance, finally pushing inside her. She whined around Alaska’s nipple and spread herself more, inviting another finger.

“You are being so good, baby,” Alaska praised as she started stretching Sharon with two fingers. “I have almost forgiven you.” The tone of Alaska’s voice was sweet enough, but the subtle threat in the word “almost” did not escape Sharon. She whimpered aloud at the prospect of Alaska fucking her mercilessly out of spite and started rocking down on Alaska’s fingers in a silent plea for more.

Alaska’s fingers slid out of her, but as soon as they were gone, Sharon felt one end of the toy tracing her folds, collecting her wetness. Alaska held Sharon’s trembling thighs down with one hand, caressing them as she slowly pushed into her. Sharon let out a loud, slutty moan as she felt the toy being enveloped inside her warmth, its movement completely controlled by Alaska. She raised her legs and flung them around Alaska’s waist.

Alaska kissed her stomach as she turned the vibrator on at the lowest speed. Sharon drew in a deep breath and clenched her thighs around Alaska more tightly, willing her to give her more. “You are so wet, baby,” murmured Alaska into Sharon’s belly, turning the speed up. “So pathetically wet and horny for me.”

Sharon threw her head back into the pillows, unable to form any words. Tears started gathering in her eyes from being teased for so long. Her hips tried to buckle up to chase the feeling, but Alaska held her down as she started sliding the toy in and out of Sharon’s opening. She planted kisses on her baby’s stomach, tracing her soft hips and her abdomen, going lower and lower, finally sinking down between her legs.

When she started sucking on Sharon’s clit in sync with the movement of the toy, Sharon yelled out brokenly. “Are you ready to cum for me, baby?” Alaska asked. Sharon nodded silently, tears streaming down her face. Alaska turned the vibe to its highest setting and fucked into Sharon until her broken cries ceased and her thighs stopped trembling.

Kissing Sharon’s clit one last time, Alaska gathered up Sharon’s cum with her fingers. “See what a good, obedient girl you were for me, baby,” she said, petting her wife’s thighs and slipping the wet fingers into her mouth. As Sharon sucked on them, she presented a perfect picture of submission.

In her post-orgasmic haze, she barely noticed Alaska sliding two fingers into herself, soon to be followed by the other side of the red toy. She only realised what Alaska’s actions meant when her wife climbed on top of her, straddling her hips and pressing up the toy that has just been inside her barely minutes ago against her folds. “Mommy?” She gasped in disbelief.

Alaska switched the toy on again, moaning loudly as she felt it buzzing against her walls, hitting her sweet spot as she started moving on top of Sharon, scratching her thigh lightly with her free hand. She carefully slid one of her legs under Sharon’s other thigh so she could rub herself against Sharon’s folds, the toy vibrating between them. Their moans mingled together as they moved in tandem.

“Mommy, I’m close again,” Sharon sighed, her head falling back. Alaska took her hand and upped the speed, pulling Sharon up and pressing their bodies together. “Cum with me, babydoll,” she whispered into Sharon’s ear, kissing and sucking on her neck, hitting the spot where she knew Sharon was the most sensitive. They came together, shuddering heavily and feeling each other’s pleasure.

As soon as they settled down, Sharon curled into her Lasky’s lap, resting her head in the crook of her neck. “I am so glad you are home, Mama,” she told her as she hugged her tightly. Alaska smiled into Sharon’s hair and kissed the top of her head lovingly. “Me too, my beautiful girl. Me too.”

[ao3feed-trixya]

There She Is (Isn't She Everything?)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ATWH79

by kamalakhan

Operation Get Katya Laid  Help Katya Get Over Her Dumb Crush   Get Katya A Halloween Date Thundergun Express 1) Minimize alone time with Trixie (group sleepovers?) 2) Learn to start brushing hair and not dressing like a crazy person (Ginger) 3) Get on Tinder (Violet) 4) Meet new people (Sasha) 5) Go out clubbing and get laid (Alaska) 6) Find a date before Sasha’s Halloween party in a week!

(Self proclaimed General Disaster Katya Zamolodchikova develops a crush on her best friend.)

Words: 3324, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

Fandoms: RuPaul's Drag Race RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Katya Zamolodchikova, Trixie Mattel, Alaska Thunderfuck 5000, Violet Chachki, Ginger Minj, Sasha Velour, Shea Couleé

Relationships: Trixie Mattel/Katya Zamolodchikova, shalaska pearlet and fame/violet are in it briefly but dont read for the side pairings

Additional Tags: basically a university au, but definitely stretching the definition of a university au, I mean, lectures are mentioned, dumbass lesbians in love, the whole thing is Dumb, i can't write serious things to save my life so this is basically just fluff, a lot of pining

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ATWH79

[artificialqueens]

Tell me what you're thinking ch. 1 (Trixya) - Dustyrose

Hiiie! This is a new Trixya fic I wrote. It starts kind of suddenly but it will end up being slow burn(ish, not too slow though). I hope you all enjoy the first chapter and thank you for your lovely comments and likes, I love and appreciate you all <3 

Summary: “Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova, you will not fall in love with her, you don’t fall in love with mean girls.“ 

TW: cursing, mentions of drinking alcohol

Katya walked out of the house, her breath changing to a warm steam in the cold air. She was fuming with anger and tried to lit up a cigarette with her shaky hands while mumbling several shits and fucks. What a stupid party, she thought. She kicked the ground beneath her and wanted to scream until her lungs would burn with pain. The music blasted out of the house and people were screaming rather than singing the lyrics to some silly hit song. Katya finally inhaled the toxic yet comforting smoke that filled her lungs and she looked back at the house where she just couldn’t go back. It actually wasn’t as horrible outside as Katya first expected. It was snowy and dark but something about the cold air and the stars in the sky, made her calm down a little bit. She wanted to go home, take a warm shower, drink couple shots of vodka, do some yoga and go to bed but she had made a promise. She promised to Sharon that she’ll stay for Alaska’s sake, it was still her birthday party after all. Alaska happens to be one of Katya’s closest friends so it would be impossible for her to leave the party just like that. She still wouldn’t go inside though, not after what that bratty blondie did to her. Katya found a bench and sat down pinching herself. “Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova, you will not fall in love with her, you don’t fall in love with mean girls”, she whispered and slapped her own cheek as a punishment for the feelings that were growing so strongly. Alaska’s spoiled step sister completely enchanted Katya from the minute she first saw her. She is the most beautiful girl Katya has ever seen, her jokes are snappy, her figure is out of this world, she’s always honest and her cold and ignorant presence makes Katya too ambitious to break the ice in her heart and win her over. But what she just did, Katya wasn’t sure what to feel anymore. She admired the stars high above and heard someone behind her open the door.

“Now you little fucker, apologize her or I’ll kick you out,” Sharon yelled dragging the younger blondie with her.

“Oh wow look at me I’m so scared,” she spoke sarcastically and clearly had had too many drinks.

“Trixie you’re not ruining my girlfriend’s birthday party,” Sharon said seriously like she was begging for her to behave.

“Okay okay, I’ll apologise her,” Trixie laughed bitterly. Sharon walked back in to the house slamming the door behind her, leaving Trixie and Katya in total silence. Trixie let out a loud sigh and Katya turned around immediately locking eyes with Trixie. Trixie didn’t say a word, she just walked towards Katya swaying her hips and keeping the eye contact like she didn’t have a care in the world. Trixie apparently knew just how to make a girl like Katya drool. She licked her lips innocently and crossed her arms making her boobs look even bigger than they already were. She sat down next to Katya and looked at the stars while the moonlight highlighted her cheekbones making her look almost angelic at least that’s what Katya thought. They sat close to each other but both looked at the ground and for a moment it almost felt like it was just the two of them against the world but in reality it was more like they were against each other than anything else. Katya finally recognised her feelings, it was hate. She was falling for Trixie even though she kept telling herself otherwise but she felt hate.

“Having a good night?” Trixie slurred and oh yes, she was tipsy.

“I don’t know, define good,” Katya said raising her eyebrow and definitely didn’t hide her anger from the other girl. Trixie immediately understood what Katya wanted from her.

“Look whatever I just did I’m sorry or whatever,” Trixie mumbled while playing with a strand of her hair ignorantly.

“You don’t mean it,” Katya said with a sense of confidence in her voice that she didn’t know she had.

“Of course I do,” Trixie said and looked Katya in the eyes fluttering her eyelashes, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“No you don’t,” Katya laughed and rolled her eyes at Trixie’s childish behavior.

“Well maybe I don’t, are you satisfied now?” Trixie raised her voice and was clearly frustrated with the whole conversation.

“Look if I’m being honest with you right now I truly don’t understand where your immature behavior comes from and why you’re showing this kind of attitude towards me,” Katya said and was completely done with Trixie.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Trixie smiled, she loved to play this game with Katya. She looked at Katya with her baby blue eyes and her sweet smile changed to a playful smirk but Katya didn’t notice that.

“You know exactly what I mean Trixie! I can’t believe you have the nerve to treat me like this,” Katya yelled and Trixie didn’t move a muscle, she just kept smiling like nothing happened.

“Listen I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong here,” Trixie said and kept playing with the same strand of hair. The silence between them grew stronger. Katya wondered why Trixie didn’t leave her alone, maybe they needed a closure to this conversation.

“Fuck, what’s the point in trying to act like we get along because we clearly don’t and do you know what I don’t like you at all…I-I- I hate you,” Katya said, the words just coming out of her mouth and Trixie immediately slammed her lips against Katya’s before she had any time to continue. Trixie’s lips were soft and tasted like vanilla. Katya felt like she could lose her control any minute, she wanted to be like this with Trixie forever. Trixie pulled away for awhile, smirking to Katya. Katya gave her a slow and approving nod and closed the space between them again. Trixie climbed to Katya’s lap, straddling her and pulled her hair eagerly, trying to get closer to Katya. Katya didn’t put much of a fight and her hands travelled to squeeze Trixie’s ass. Trixie smiled even wider when she felt Katya’s hands on her ass and she thrusted her hips just to make sure Katya knew exactly how much she wanted her. Katya moaned to Trixie’s touch and to the fiery energy between them.

“I hate you too, you’re an asshole if I’m being honest,” Trixie breathed heavily, kissing Katya when she spoke. Trixie’s lips made their way to Katya’s neck, moving to her collarbone and Katya moaned loudly, screaming Trixie’s name aloud. 

“Say my name,” Katya whimpered, she needed to hear it from Trixie.

“..Katya..Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova,” Trixie whispered to Katya’s ear pronouncing her name so perfectly it brought chills all over Katya’s body. Trixie sucked Katya’s ear and neck possessively, she wanted to show who she’d belong to. Trixie was almost starting to take off her clothes but Katya stopped her and looked at Trixie deep in her soul like a witch who was about to put a spell on her. Katya kissed Trixie’s lips one more time but this time more lovingly and got up from the bench. Trixie looked at her in disbelief.

“Listen doll, they’re waiting us to come back and soon they’ll come and check if we have killed each other or something,” Katya said seriously and acted like nothing had happened which drove Trixie insane.

“Little do they know,” Trixie smirked and got up from the bench. Katya took Trixie’s hand and kissed her wrist softly before letting it go. She walked back in to the house with Trixie following her slowly.

[aqrosie]

1,2,3,10,22 and 29 for TT Shalaska! 💕

1. Just answered!

2. How’s their team work? Do they share well?

Yeah kind of! Sharon doesn’t have to borrow much from Alaska, whereas Alaska will always have to borrow something of Sharon’s when she’s at her apartment and it’s never a hassle. 

3. Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?

No :(((((( They would love to be super lovely dovey in public but know they can’t. They both fantasise about being out but know it’s far off at the moment. Sometimes they talk about all the holidays and thinks they want to do together someday, but it makes them kind of sad as well. 

10. Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public?

Sharon drives, Sharon cooks (but is teaching Alaska!), Sharon does the handiwork, Sharon does the more intense cleaning like vacuuming and cleaning the bathrooms and washing sheets but because Alaska sometimes finds herself at the apartment before Sharon’s finished work she’ll tidy everything up, iron and fold laundry, and always does the dishes because she actually enjoys that! Sharon pays the bills because it’s her apartment and the public doesn’t know so it’s not a thing!

22. Does their work ever interfere with the relationship?

LOL YEAH, if Sharon wasn’t Alaska’s professor it wouldn’t be an issue (except from the side eyes they’d get at their age gap) (and powerful gay energy). However if they weren’t in this situation, they never would have met! So even though it’s shitty and terrifying to think about the consequences if it got out, they wouldn’t change it. 

29. Just answered!

Thank you for the questions!

[writethehousedown]

ice ice baby (crystal/gigi) -- freyja

A/N: hellooo! I thought I might try my hand at something that’s not Shalaska at least once this week, and Gigi/Crystal is so fucking cute I scream. Also, I get to title something ‘ice ice baby’. This is a good fic for me.

Anyway, for the summary: you know how angry you get when you step in a melted ice cube puddle???

❄️

Crystal is messy.

A long time ago, Gigi had sworn to herself to never live with a messy roommate. Gigi values organization and cleanliness - she makes her bed every morning, for god’s sake. She likes a clean home.

But then she fell in love with Crystal, and she let the other girl move in despite her lack of a laundry basket and dish routine. Not that those things still happen - first order of business had been introducing Crystal to the wonder of the three-load laundry organizer.

It isn’t too bad, besides. Gigi finds comfort in cleaning, and Crystal is eager to help when she asks. Forgetting to fold the couch blankets after using them isn’t a sin.

But this? The thing Gigi is currently fuming about? Is.

Her sock is currently sopping wet with icy cold water. She’d yelped when she’d first stepped into the puddle, but now she’s fuming. What the fuck kind of monster leaves an ice cube on the floor to melt?

Crystal, she thinks darkly, and she leaves her spot standing stock still in front of the sink, empty glass still in hand, towards the living room, where a familiar mop of curly hair can be seen peeking out from the top of the couch.

She stops at the arm of the couch, glaring at her girlfriend’s profile as she swipes through her phone. “I just stepped in a puddle,” she says. “In the kitchen. From an ice cube.”

Crystal looks at her, frowning. She tilts her head. “Are you doing the vine? Because I think it’s-”

“I don’t need correcting!” Gigi says, widening her eyes. “I’m being serious! I literally stepped in it, Crystal. Are you kidding me?”

“I’m sorry!” Crystal says, eyes growing huge. “Babe, I don’t think I left that there. I don’t use ice.”

“Of course you use ice,” Gigi says, shoulders slumping. “Everyone uses ice.”

Crystal shakes her head, but she still looks vaguely guilty. Gigi would take that as enough of a confession, but Crystal could just as easily be guilty about not being guilty. Sometimes her girlfriend’s sweetness is Gigi’s greatest enemy.

“I didn’t leave the ice on the floor,” Gigi tells her. “Obviously.”

Crystal grins. “Maybe there’s a ghost.”

“Maybe I have an asshole girlfriend,” Gigi says, but it’s without heat. Crystal’s face forms into one of exaggerated shock.

“No!” she says, whiney, and then she gets up. Gigi raises an eyebrow at her, trying not to waver. Crystal had to have been the one to leave the ice cube out - had to have been. Crystal’s still grinning, however, so Gigi has yet to feel guilty.

“Where are you going?” she asks, watching Crystal pick her way to the kitchen. ‘Pick’, because she’s left her paint supplies all over the wooden floor.

“Here,” Crystal says, opening the fridge and pulling out the ice tray. Gigi stares at her.

“What?” she asks, crossing her arms. “Is that your defense?”

“No, silly!” Crystal giggles. She pops out an ice cube and holds it out to Gigi. “I’m giving you the opportunity to take revenge.”

And with that, any ounce of irritation Gigi was still holding onto drains away. “I thought you didn’t do it,” she says, approaching her girlfriend. She holds out her hand, and Crystal drops the ice into it.

“Well,” Crystal says, tilting her head. Gigi wants to kiss the small smile off of her. “I probably did. Let’s be honest.”

“Mhm,” Gigi says, trying not to smile. “So she admits it.”

Crystal slumps, her horrible posture becoming more pronounced as she rolls her eyes to the ceiling. “I admit it,” she says, sounding like a scorned second grader. Gigi loves her.

She nearly just throws the ice into the sink, ready to take mercy on her girlfriend and just cuddle with her, but the gap Crystal’s created between her back and her shirt collar with her slump has evil creeping in on the edges of Gigi’s mind.

It’s very easy to give into.

“Come here,” she says sweetly.

Crystal lights up and obeys. Gigi almost feels guilty. But not really.

Gigi strikes quickly, grabbing Crystal’s shirt and slipping the ice cube down the front before she can wriggle away. Crystal’s resulting yelp has her nearly crying with laughter.

“I’m not even wearing a bra!” she shouts, frantically unbuttoning her Hawaiian print dad shirt. “How could you?”

Gigi lets out a cackle of glee, nearly doubled over, and Crystal dumps the ice cube out onto the floor.

“I’m gonna step on that later,” Gigi gasps through her laughter. “You have to–”

“Don’t even start!” Crystal says, and suddenly they’re in a high speed chase around their tiny one bedroom.

Gigi hasn’t laughed like this in weeks. Before Crystal, she hadn’t laughed like this in years.

They jump over and onto the couch and skid around on the wooden floors, but they end up on the bed, Gigi flat on her back and Crystal straddling her, pinning her arms to the mattress.

“Not used to being in this position,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows, chest still heaving. Crystal giggles.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m not the one with my shirt open.”

“I’m not bothered,” Crystal says, eyes twinkling mischievously. She’s still breathing heavily, cheeks flushed. Gigi could look at her forever. “Are you?”

“Not in the slightest,” Gigi says, grinning. As Crystal leans down to kiss her, though, her heart still pounds like it’s their first.

As she slides her hands into Crystal’s shirt, stroking Crystal’s warm sides, she thinks that she’ll take a hundred wet socks if it means she gets this.

She’s in love - it’s worth every inconvenience.

Tags - crystal methyd, gigi goode, crystal/gigi, lesbian au, fluff, spring fling week 2020, day three: puddle

[narcoleptic-drag-queen]

If I may ask, 45 for Shalaska 😇

Ask, and you shall receive, anon

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“Has the acting in Clueless always been this bad?”

“Yes,” Alaska says, not tearing her eyes away from the screen. “That’s half the point.”

“Hmph,” Sharon says, and Alaska rolls her eyes fondly at her. “I still think Sleepaway Camp would have been better.”

“And you want to talk about bad acting?” Alaska cries. Sharon motions vaguely to the stack of DVDs they’d piled up while choosing what to watch, where Sleepaway Camp sits at the very top.

“In a fun way!” she says. “This is just boring.”

Alaska snorts. “Whatever,” she says. “It was my night to pick, and you have to deal with it.”

“Actually, it was Willam’s night to pick, but she decided to go and ‘watch movies’ with Courtney instead,” Sharon says, her tone mocking as she quotes Willam’s flimsy excuse. “Like we don’t know they’re not just going to ignore the movie and fuck instead.”

Alaska laughs nervously, trying not to think too hard about how that could very easily be her and Sharon. If Sharon were interested, of course. Which she’s not.

If Alaska had known she was going to be alone with Sharon tonight, she would have canceled for the sake of her mental health.

As if on cue, Sharon shifts a little closer, enough for Alaska to feel the warmth radiating from her. Alaska swallows, determinedly keeping her eyes glued to Alicia Silverstone and ignoring the blonde she actually wants to be looking at. She can get through this. She’s just got to trust and believe.

She’s been through worse - hugs that last a little too long, Sharon brushing an eyelash off of Alaska’s cheek for her, Sharon snuggling into her when they’re all crammed onto Willam’s gigantic, rich person bed. She’s been through intimate moments alone in Sharon’s car, waiting for Willam, and through Sharon’s offer to shotgun her when Alaska had joined her and Willam’s smoking sessions for the first time.

Her crush on Sharon has been a harrowing experience.

“Blanket?” Sharon asks, and Alaska nods without thinking, still lost in thought. Sharon grins, and she gets up to go retrieve a green blanket from the box in the corner of the room. Alaska has just enough time to wonder why she’s only getting one when Sharon flops down next to her, so close that their thighs are touching, and spreads the blanket across them both.

Alaska tries not to tense, forcing herself to remain pliant as Sharon snuggles into the couch, leaning her head on Alaska’s shoulder.

This is fine.

Alaska doesn’t know what she’s done to deserve this, but it’s fine. She’s fine. Totally fine.

She stares at the TV, watching Cher and Dione eye up Tai and discuss the merits of adoption, but then Sharon mutters something that sounds like ‘gay’ and suddenly, Alaska can’t focus on anything other than the warm body sitting far, far too close.

She sneaks a glance, her heart twisting at Sharon’s messy dark hair and her for once makeup-less face, and quickly looks back at the movie before Sharon can notice. Her heart thuds in her chest as Cher and Dionne wash the pink dye out of Tai’s hair, and she thinks she might have to kill Willam for making her too stressed to watch her favorite movie.

Alaska has been friends with Sharon for years - she shouldn’t be nervous to be around her by herself, she shouldn’t have to use Willam as a buffer between them after five years of friendship. She hadn’t thought about it much before, the three doing everything together, anyway, but with the introduction of Courtney and senior year and college plans, they’d all been too busy to get together often. Friday night movies have always been a staple, however, and for Willam to ignore that, especially when she knows about Alaska’s crush, is a hate crime.

Sharon probably isn’t stressed. Sharon clearly isn’t stressed, if the way she’s lazily alternating between her phone and the movie is any indication.

Sharon’s phone lights up in her lap, and Alaska glances at it, her attention anywhere but the movie and the bright lock screen distracting in the darkness of Sharon’s living room. She feels a jolt of shock at the sight of it, her world briefly tilting a little as she stares in disbelief.

Sharon swipes her lock screen quickly, enough for Alaska to second guess what it had been. But she’s pretty sure she recognizes that selfie as one she’d sent into their group chat a few months ago, the one where she’d poked her tongue out and Willam had teased her and Sharon had remained suspiciously silent.

“Hey, can I see your lock screen again?” Alaska asks, her voice a little breathy but otherwise miraculously steady. Sharon’s thumbs freeze over her screen mid-text.

“Why?” she asks, a strange edge to her voice. Alaska’s heart is beating so fast it feels like it’s in her throat.

Alaska hesitates. “I just thought I recognized the picture,” she says, and Sharon scoots a little further away, giving Alaska a strange look.

“You wouldn’t have,” she says. “It’s - you wouldn’t know what it is.”

“I just want to see it,” Alaska says, and a new kind of panic makes her feel wired, full of energy. What if it isn’t Alaska - what if it’s some other girl? Her need to know only gets stronger as the thought crosses her mind, and it takes all of her willpower not to just snatch the phone from Sharon’s hands and look for herself.

“Maybe later,” Sharon says, and Alaska feels a flash of irritation. 

“We’re best friends, Sharon,” she says. “Just show me.”

“No.”

“Don’t make me take that phone from you, Sharon Needles,” Alaska threatens, and Sharon’s eyes widen.

“You wouldn’t,” she says, aghast. “That would be an invasion of privacy.”

Alaska lunges for the phone.

Sharon puts up a good fight, leaping off of the couch with startling swiftness and running around the coffee table, Alaska giving swift chase. They’re both giggling like little kids, racing through Sharon’s empty house so fast that Alaska can feel the wind in her hair, and Alaska briefly loses the intensity of her feeling as she traps Sharon on the couch, straddling her waist and pinning her wrists to the cushions as she wrestles the phone from her hands.

“Alaska, please,” Sharon says, trying desperately to wriggle out of Alaska’s hold, fruitlessly trying to grab her phone back from where Alaska is holding it high above her head. “Don’t--”

Alaska presses the ‘on’ button, and sure enough, her own face greets her, her hair ratty and her mascara clumped horribly. Sharon collapses back onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling and refusing to meet Alaska’s eyes when she looks back down at her.

“I’m your lock screen?” she asks, even as the proof stares her right in the face. Her heart is beating so hard that she can feel it in her stomach, a new hope making it race even faster.

Sharon lets out a distressed breath, covering her face with her hands. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” she says, voice muffled, and Alaska puts the phone to the side, gently grabbing Sharon’s wrists and pulling them away from her face, now bright red.

She’s adorable.

“Care to tell me why?” Alaska teases, preemptive joy and Sharon’s clear embarrassment making her feel bold, her own insecurity miraculously fading away. She feels like she’s going to burst with happiness.

“No,” Sharon says, her face still bright red, and Alaska leans down to kiss her in an uncharacteristically brave move.

Sharon freezes underneath Alaska, her wrists still in Alaska’s hands, and Alaska’s heart drops, her confidence fading within the span of a second. She goes to draw away, letting go of Sharon’s wrists like she’s just been burned, but Sharon chases her, pulling her in again with her newly released hands.

Alaska melts.

Sharon tastes like the Pepsi she’s been drinking and she smells like her mother’s cigarettes and her hair is soft between Alaska’s fingers, and Alaska sighs into the kiss, affection and euphoria making her insides feel wobbly and a grin spread across her face, ruining the kiss.

Sharon draws back, a matching smile on her face. “I think it’s safe to assume you’re not mad?” she asks, and Alaska laughs.

“Pretty safe,” she agrees, and she leans in for another kiss, Sharon greeting her eagerly. On the TV, Josh realizes he’s in love with Cher, in her little white dress and smug smile. Alaska doesn’t think this moment could be more perfect.

She’s never been more thankful for Willam’s absence.

send me a pairing and a number!

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I can do headcanons! Lessgo- high school shalaska au where they’re on opposite sides of a debate team and known for their notorious arguments in and out of class which mask the underlying sexual tension YEET

extremely good and valid but lemme just one-up up you there... COLLEGE debate team and they live on the same floor and their roommates are fed up with their random late-night practice debates and try to set them up on a date because they're the only people in the world who are oblivious to their chemistry