#sunday lesbian flick

[farminglesbian]

Nelly & Nadine (2022) Magnus Gertten

[introverted-author]

say that i'm a rainbow. || Cross-posted on AO3 (introvertedauthor07)

Karen Wheeler walks in on Nancy and Robin. Panic ensues. (Title from Rainbow by Dodie; inspired by @lavenderstobins post)

Written for Lesbian Day of Visibility 2024; sapphic love is beautiful and don't let anyone tell you otherwise <3

TW: panic attacks, internalised homophobia, discussions of period-typical homophobia (Karen is supportive though)

Word count: 1637

Robin let out a startled gasp as Nancy pushed her down onto the mattress.

The two had been simply talking, Robin cross-legged in the middle of Nancy’s bed while Nancy herself sat at the foot, legs sprawled out in front of her. It had been innocent chatter about what assignments and tests were coming up at school, and ‘oh my gosh did you hear about Steve totally blowing it with this girl at Family Video last Sunday?’

Nancy wasn’t sure what had changed her mood so suddenly, like a light switch had been flicked in her body. Maybe it wasn’t just one thing. Maybe it was the way that Robin had a strand of hair twirled around her pointer finger, with an infuriatingly innocent smile. Maybe it was the husky tone of her voice, more accentuated than usual that sparked desire in Nancy’s body. Or maybe it was simply that after a long week of hiding their relationship in public, the two were finally alone in the safety of Nancy’s room.

Whatever it was didn’t change the fact that Nancy was now straddling Robin’s hips, leaning down and letting her hair provide a natural curtain around their faces as she captured the auburn in a kiss.

In this room, there was safety. There was comfort. Here they were safe from the world, and here they could be together.

Nancy didn’t let up as she kissed Robin breathless, unable to stop, unable to slow down. Because these moments were precious and she didn’t want to waste a single millisecond.

Nancy was so caught up in bliss that she hadn’t realised that she had left the door unlocked. She was so caught up in bliss that she didn’t hear the knob turn. It wasn’t until the intruder spoke that Nancy realised that their sanctuary had been invaded.

“Nancy-” Karen Wheeler froze when she saw the scene before her. Nancy felt like someone had hit pause on a tape. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. All she could do was meet her mother’s stunned gaze with an expression of sheer terror. All was still for moments that felt like centuries, seconds that felt like years.

Robin was the one to hit play, jolting upright and mumbling what sounded like utter nonsense to Nancy’s petrified brain. Robin bolted out the door, stumbling past Karen and very nearly losing her balance before continuing her terror-fueled flight.

Nancy remained frozen in place, somehow managing to pull herself up so she was kneeling where Robin had just been. She felt ice rush down her spine as she once more met her mother’s gaze, her heart racing and her whole body trembling.

“Nancy?” Karen ventured, walking over to sit on the edge of her daughter’s bed. “What’s going on?”

── ࣪˖  ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ──

Robin bolted.

It’s what she did, it’s what she always did. Robin Buckley was a runner. It was a constant fact of her life. Another constant fact of her life was that she always, always fucked up. And when Robin fucked up, she always fucked up spectacularly, in the way that was going to cause the most collateral damage. And this time, the damage she had dealt wasn’t only going to affect her.

Robin was barely aware of where her feet were taking her. Oxygen was a thing of the past, tears becoming the new trend, and her mind, oh god her mind, just wouldn’t stop. She kept seeing the same image, the look on Karen’s face - the shock, the horror, the hatred. The same look that haunted Robin’s worst nightmares.

And Nancy. Nancy. What would happen to her now? What if Karen disowned her, what if the truth got out to the entire town, what if, what if, what if-

Robin tripped down the last step on the stairs leading to the basement, resulting in her collapsing on the carpeted ground in a sobbing, breathless, panicked heap.

There was a flash of movement in the corner of Robin’s eye and seconds later El and Mike appeared in her field of vision, both wearing matching expressions of concern.

“Robin, are you okay?” Mike asked, clearly out of his depth. “Did you hurt yourself?”

Robin just gasped for air, panic tearing her lungs into ribbons. She couldn’t respond, couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t breathe, she needed to breathe-

Amidst her panic she was barely aware of the fact that after a quick hushed discussion between the two teenagers Mike was swerving around Robin and heading up the stairs, closing the basement door behind him and leaving Robin in the sole presence of El.

“Can you take a deep breath, Robin?” El prompted. “In… and out. In… and out.”

Robin tried her hardest to follow El’s example but she just couldn’t stop herself from continually falling back into the battleground of her mind, El’s voice like a vague whisper among the bloodshed.

Robin was barely aware of El taking her hand and placing it on her stomach, continuing to demonstrate the breathing and hoping that the sensory input would help Robin’s own breath to catch on. And surely enough, in a few minutes Robin had calmed somewhat, her breathing still hiccupy but not as ragged and rapid. El released Robin’s hand but not before giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“T-thank you…” Robin managed to stutter out, her head spinning slightly from the lack of air.

El simply nodded, offering her a reassuring smile before saying, “Robin… what happened?”

Robin let out a sob at the question. “Mrs Wheeler she-she walked in on us, and she had this look of just disgust and I couldn’t help but think ‘oh my god we’re dead’, we’re so dead because even if she doesn’t do it herself, all of Hawkins will find out in a matter of hours and I know far too many conservatives in this shithole who would happily slide a knife between our ribs-”

“Robin.”

Robin didn’t hear El’s voice, stuck in that battleground again, the panic once more setting into her very bones as she continued to ramble and catastrophize.

“- so I guess that means we’ll have to run, and I mean Nancy can drive, but how are we going to afford things like a house and food and petrol, I mean where are we going to sleep and how will we sustain ourselves and-”

“Robin.”

“- so I guess we’re doomed to die anyway and maybe this is just God’s way of saying ��hey, you know being gay is like a heinous sin’, and I mean I’m practically a monster, and I don’t know why I don’t just-”

“Robin.”

El grasped Robin’s hand in hers, squeezing reassuringly and finally managing to get the panicking girl to trail into silence. Tears still fell down Robin’s face, hiccuping breaths still all she was capable of doing. But El’s hand was like an anchor, increasing in power tenfold as the young girl took Robin’s left hand too.

“You are not a monster.”

Robin let a sob slip out, squeezing El’s hands as if they were her lifeline - and in a way, they were.

“You’re going to be okay,” El continued. “Me and the party won’t let anything happen to you or to Nancy. I promise. And friends don’t lie.”

“Promise?” sniffled Robin.

“Promise.”

── ࣪˖  ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ──

“Nancy? What's going on?”

Nancy was still frozen in shock and apprehension, opening and closing her mouth but unable to conjure any sound.

“Nance… come sit here,” Karen motioned to the spot next to her on the edge of the bed. Nancy moved in a trance, barely aware of her movements until she was sitting there, beside her mother with utter terror coursing through her veins. After a few seconds, she realised that tears were silently trailing down her cheeks.

“Nancy, do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

Nancy took a shaky breath, opened her mouth and forced words to come forth. “Robin-Robin’s my girlfriend. We’re dating. We have been for almost three months now, and I didn’t tell you because I was terrified of - well, this - and not even our friends know, not even Steve and I just- I-I-”

Nancy covered her mouth with one hand as she sobbed again, desperately trying to get herself back under some semblance of control. All was silent as Karen processed what Nancy had just said, as she formulated a response - a response that Nancy awaited with anxious trepidation.

It felt like decades before Karen finally spoke. “Nancy, just answer this, because this is all I care about - all I will ever care about. Are you happy?”

Nancy didn’t even have to think about her answer, nodding as soon as the words were out of her mother’s mouth. “I’ve never been happier.”

“Then that’s all that matters,” Karen said, reaching forward and wiping her daughter’s tears before opening her arms in invitation. Nancy let out a sob of relief as she felt her mother’s arms wrap around her, comforting, accepting.

Nancy didn’t know how long they sat there on the end of Nancy’s bed, Nancy sobbing tears of relief and thankfulness as her mother held her. The embrace was a silent promise: nothing could come between them and nothing could ever change that.

Nancy knew that this was only the first step. That there were so many other people in her and Robin’s lives that she wanted to share their love with. And it would be difficult, and she knew that it wouldn’t always go this well. But this was the first step and Nancy was so glad that she had been forced to take it because she didn’t know if she could’ve done it on her own.

Her mother’s arms reminded her of one truth. Despite everything, she was loved.

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE WARRIOR? get what she deserves?” She is in THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX & is OPEN to finding out. 

— she walks through the world as ;

name → dorcas meadows pronouns → she/her identification → cis female year of birth → september 1959 - september 1960 face claim → joy sunday blood status → half-blood sexual orientation → homosexual (lesbian) occupation → deputy head hit witch at the department of magical law enforcement at the ministry of magic  future information → head hit witch at the department of magical law enforcement at the ministry of magic

— she is best described as ;

A KNIGHT cast in armor, she is the DEFIANCE held in a BATTLECRY yet the tears poured by WIDOWS welcoming their lovers home in caskets. Shedding moth wings to become her own HERO, she burns with a mind and strength as unyielding as a HURRICANE. SELECTIVE yet VIOLENT in seeking actions of JUSTICE to delight in ends met, while their STRENGTH makes them a force; their COLD GUARDED HEART shields them from love laced whiskey lullabies.

— she story starts with ;

Born to Mathew - a muggle professor in linguistics - and Charlotte - an Auror in the Ministry of Magic - Doe was taught that strength came from within. Embarking their wisdom, she encapsulated the best of them. With her father’s wit and intellect and her mother’s bravery, drive and persistence, it became clear to her peers that Dorcas could and would stand defiantly for truth and honor. Fate and destiny were mere fairy tales in the young witch’s mind, with one’s future path forged not from chance but from perseverance. Growing between two worlds ignited a passionate love affair for both sides of her heritage. Fascinating over Ancient Runes with feminist female muggle rock bands blaring from her portal player, she glowed in the opportunities, art and knowledge held in both. For her parents, it was important she understood what being a ‘Half-Blood’ meant in the wizarding world. While celebrated by them, not everyone was as liberal with their ideologies. Prejudice was a suffocating reality that left even Charlotte cast from her wizarding family because of who she chose to love. Assured that her value was not minimized to something as fragile as blood, being a part of both worlds was a gift; even if at times it came with burdens. 

Heeding her parents' warning when at last her Hogwarts letter arrived, Doe packed her bags adamant that she wouldn’t be demoralized for she was the hero of her own story. With that, there was no surprise she was sorted into the house of the lion hearted; Gryffindor. Befriending fellow first years and dorm mates: LILY EVANS [best friend], MARY MACDONALD [best friend], and MARLENE MCKINNON [best friend], they brought out the best in one another. Doe took pride as the voice of reason. Strong morals guiding her true, blunt sarcasm pulled her friends out of their antics with Doe making sure they had both feet in reality. Inseparable, they spent nights gossiping as they painting their nails with polish Mary gathered before following Marlene to The Black Lake at the cusp of nightfall only to meet the ‘famous’ Marauders; JAMES POTTER [friend/rival], SIRIUS BLACK [friend/rival], PETER PETTIGREW [close friend] and REMUS LUPIN [best friend]. Knowing the four from class and the common room, Doe held skepticism towards them all. Particularly, James and Sirius who’s arrogance she found antagonizing. Their charmed gimmicks fell short with rolls of her eyes and sharp tongue calling out their laddish behavior.

Rightfully pointed out by Mary, they contradicted that Doe’s dislike could be rooted in jealousy. Possessing suppressed feelings for Marlene, her relationship with James and close bond with Sirius left her feeling discarded and absent. But in Mar’s neglect, Doe found a confidant in Remus. Between shared chocolate squares, he listened to her rant and watched her make the occasional rock explode with a quick and easy flick of her wand. Matters of unrequited love never held well in hearts, though the burden was lessened with Remus by her side. Love and the arrogance of men were soon to be the least of her worries with the end of her fifth year bringing heart retching tragedy. Pulled out of her Transfiguration class, Dorcas was brought to the Head Master’s office to be delivered the news that while on their research trip to Norway, her parents had been ambushed. A group of radicalized wizards attacked, killing her father instantly. While her mother had fought tactfully to ward off the invaders, she was exposed to Dragon Pox and died merely a few days later. Packed off to live with her muggle aunt - the only relative she had left -, Doe turned cold and blunt as she quivered in consuming grief. 

Dangerous activities became her outlet, following the reckless lead of Marlene, James and Sirius. New found vices brought concern to some; but with the burn of fire whiskey, the thick smog of cigarettes and soaring over the Black Lake gave her the adrenaline she needed to distract her from her pain, then that is what she would do. She knew that her parents wouldn’t have approved of how she was handling their passing, but they weren’t here to say otherwise. Someone that seemed to find calm in Doe again was GWENOG JONES [former partner]. After a passing challenge to join her in flight, the pair quickly found a connection with one another. For the first time Doe’s affection was equally reciprocated. Their love was a whirlwind. Wound up in their last years of Hogwarts, it was filled with each other’s firsts. Gwen held Doe up when she needed it the most and together they pieced back the broken shards of each other's hearts. Tender kisses trailed over shoulders, clasped hands and the brisk breeze of air on their faces as they chased the sunset like nothing could ever tear them apart. Unfortunately, change came when Gwen was scouted to join the Holyhead Harpies. Though they held deep affection for one another with a job lined up at the Ministry the two parted ways so they could both fulfill their dreams with heavy hearts. 

For safe measure with rumors of war emerging, upon graduating Doe uttered ‘obliviate’, erasing her from her Aunt’s memory; hoping she wouldn’t befall the same fate as her parents. Mary, Lily and Mar were quick to assure that they along with the boys would be her family now. With batted breath, she clung to them like they were all she had in the world. Following in her mother’s footsteps, Doe joined the ranks of Aurors at the Ministry of Magic. Working alongside forces such as HESTIA JONES [colleague], ALICE YEN [colleague/mentor], and GRACE HAYWOOD [colleague] all three dominating leaders and trailblazers that she couldn’t help but look up to. Though Hestia seemed hesitant at embracing Doe, Alice welcomed her with open arms. Recognizing the great passion and drive for equal rights within Doe, she scouted and informed her of a new group forming under the rank of PROFESSOR ALBUS DUMBLEDORE [former headmaster]; The Order of The Phoenix. Hoping to safeguard the Wizarding World from radical wizards, Doe accepted without a blink of hesitation. Craving purpose, Doe saw the opportunity as a way to honor her parents. Fighting for the equal world they dreamed of in hopes to finally make them proud.

After the solstice of 1983 everything fell into perspective for Dorcas. After watching the order scramble in an unprecedented war she is adamant for that meek feeling to never capture her again. With cases piled high, every one became more dire than the next she transferred to the hit wix division under ANNABETH PEBWORTH [boss/close friend] to put her talents to better use. Gunning for big names, Doe's observance of LACHESIS MALFOY [adversary] continues as their pompous behavior at the sight of muggles leaves her suspicious. Categorizing their political moves with the help of MALFADA HOPKIRK [colleague/romantic liaison] assistant to MILLICENT BAGNOLD [boss], she's started to notice a pattern of behavior. Particularly with those Lachesis affiliated themselves with; JAE MULCIBER [adversary] and EDRICK SELWYN [adversary]. Suspecting corruption in the Ministry itself, under the disguise of a beauty potion she bought a charmed two way note book off CHIARA LOBOSCA [acquaintance] from Obsurcus Books; with one book detailing everything spoken near its pair. Planning to plant the object within an office in hopes to catch a snake in the grass, the question being, which door to unlock first.

— she is a LEVEL 7 WITCH & readied for war ;

[brittxxbpierce]

Hair of The Dog

Tagging: Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez

Time Frame: Sunday, late November

Location: Brittany’s Apartment

General Notes: Santana comes over to “study” whilst battling a hangover from the pits of hell. 

Trigger Warnings: Eventual explicit sexual content, explicit language, intense closeted lesbianism.

Santana:

Santana didn't even bother to hide the sultry smile that spread across full lips at the feeling of the tip of Brittany's nose ghosting along the sensitive skin of her neck. She let her eyes flutter closed and her senses indulge. Vanilla, coconut, the beach…she laughed softly. It was a very accurate description - a mixture of Chanel N°5, leave-in conditioner and some random overly priced body lotion. Brittany was spot on. The blonde always noticed the little things. Things Santana didn't give a second thought. Things that the guys she would hook up with wouldn't dare notice. Even with soft hands gripping her ass over tight spandex, Brittany nuzzled warm skin and inhaled, causing Santana's perfectly straight teeth to assault her bottom lip.

She bit down firmly, the nerves between her legs awakening. It felt like tiny electric currents with each passing moment. She groaned when Brittany pulled away, but she wasn't disappointed for long. The eye contact was fierce; resulting in Santana's heart hammering in her chest.

“I guess you can start by telling me what I taste like next?” Brown eyes flicked from blu and blown pupils to glossy pink lips before she was leaning in to capture them between her own. It was a simple kiss at first but when the hands on her ass squeezed she took that as an invitation - tongue seeking entrance into Brittany's mouth. She hummed in appreciation when soft lips parted for her, flicking her tongue over the blondes. She tasted like tequila and gummy bears. Santana deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around Britt's neck. She pulled her in so they were chest to chest. She could feel the other woman's heart beat, and she knew hers could be felt as well. This was her favorite place.

Wrapped up in everything that was Brittany. It felt so bitter sweet. To have everything she’d ever wanted but nothing at all at the same time. She pushed away those thoughts rising to her knees, only to lean forward, pressing herself against Brittany's chest, pinning her between her body and the sofa. Once they were close enough, Santana lowered herself back onto a warm lap.

Brittany:

Their hangouts usually went one of two ways. Either, Santana would come over and immediately start bitching about whatever was wrong or whomever had made the mistake of wronging her. They would order Chinese food and sit with open laptops, gossiping and passing bottles back and forth between them. Y’know, the real college experience.

The other option was that Santana would come over, usually angry about something, but not always. Today the cause was that she didn’t feel good, which was almost as bad as when she was pissed off. They’d give the brief formality of choosing a show or movie to watch under the guise of pretending they both didn’t know that they’d be halfway to naked before the title screen even lit up on the TV across the room.

Today was one of those days. Brittany was already hyper-fixated on Santana, the sounds from the TV muffled and distorted as their lips met for the first time in a solid 48 hour period, a new record for them really. She let Santana remain the control so she desperately craved, her own soft whimpers muffled into wet flesh as Santana tasted herself on her tongue. She felt her balance shift, the pressure from Santana’s body pushing her to lay down totally on the couch, tanned legs straddling either side of her waist. The tingles in her lower stomach and the way the woman on top of her shifted causing her breathing to come out in shallow pants. The beginnings of arousal causing her lower half to stir.

“Come up here then.” Brittany demanded, nodding so San would understand, tugging at the soft gray material of the leggings that covered toned things. “I wanna see for myself.” She requested, hands gripping Santana’s thighs at the junction where they met her hips, thugs rubbing circles dangerously close to her covered core through multiple layers of fabric.

[pizza-is-my-buziness]

Okay, bestie. "library / bookshop date" + "isn't this stuff for kids?" OR "it looks lovely and cozy in here?"

I need you to know I had a lot of feels reading this prompt list and thinking about our favorite fictional lesbians, and my wife called me out for smiling at my phone while thought about which prompts to send you.

Obviously Sam/Deena makes sense, but you can do Sarah/Hannah. I trust you.

Okay I definitely did my best with this one and tried to keep it from turning into a meandering mess! Shout out to both @readyfortigers and the fabulous anon who always drops by my inbox to entice me with feels and ideas about future Sam and Deena...hopefully this is a decent foray into "Sam and Deena are soulmates and happy forever while owning their own business" territory because I love it so much.

And I changed up one word here or there with the dialogue prompts to make them sound more naturally like something Deena would say.

Deena rolls over, opening her eyes to find a pair of overly large, golden eyes peering back at her, which is not exactly how she’d hoped to start off her morning. Sunday mornings are ideally spent lingering in bed for as long as possible, putting off any and all responsibilities until they can be ignored no longer, preferably while cuddling up with the human that Deena would much rather find in bed beside her. Unfortunately, it seems like what she gets is an empty bed and the judgment of a feline.

“You aren’t Sam.” The cat flicks her tail, blinking slowly, and Deena adds, “No offense.”

Stevie Nicks, the cat and not the rock star, seems as unimpressed now as she had been moments earlier, making herself comfortable on Sam’s side of the bed. Sam’s unfortunately empty side of the bed.

For a moment, Deena continues her staring contest, listening to the apartment around her for any trace of where Sam is and what she might be doing. Or, rather, what she’s seemed to have decided is more important than indulging in their Sunday morning ritual of doing absolutely nothing. But the apartment is silent without even the sound of creaking floorboards to give Sam away and so Deena shoves the blankets aside, swinging her legs out of bed and forcing her bare feet to connect with the cold floor. Even this far out from what could be deemed a proper winter, the apartment’s heating still leaves something to be desired…which is really just another point in favor of not getting out of bed at all.

There’s a pot of coffee already brewed and a mug sitting on the counter with a post it note stuck to the handle, Sam’s familiar handwriting offering a single clue as to why Deena has woken up alone: downstairs.

And so, downstairs is exactly where Deena goes, taking the stairs carefully so she doesn’t slosh any of the still steaming coffee over the edge of the mug and onto her fingers like she’s done too many times to garner any sympathy. She bumps the door open with her hip, the sounds of Dolly Parton filling the otherwise quiet space and Deena makes a beeline in the direction of the register and the record player that spins on the counter top most of the time, the two of them keeping a milk crate of records on the floor for personal use. Still, there is no Sam in sight, something that is becoming more and more disappointing with every occurrence.

But the front window display of the store seems to have become transformed sometime since they’d closed up the night before, the shelving draped with cottony cobwebs and artificially golden leaves that scream autumn. A stack of books is already sitting there, ready for display, with Bunnicula right on top and the sight of it immediately brings a smile to Deena’s face, mostly because with it comes the memory of reading it with Sam in the weeks before they’d left Shadyside behind when their efforts to pack up all the things Sam “absolutely could not be without” had really just involved taking a trip through all her favorite childhood books. All of which, Deena would like to point out, have made every single move with them ever since.

Turning down the volume on the record player, Deena calls, “Sam? Where are you?”

The sound of something clattering to the floor is the response that she gets and when Deena winds her way through the shelves in the direction of the sound, she’s not surprised to find Sam already on her hands and knees, trying to gather up a battalion of plastic bats and throwing them back into the box. “What are you doing?”

Sam looks up, holding up one of the plasticky winged creatures. “Trying to clean these up so we can-”

“I mean,” Deena says, kneeling down to help with the collection effort, “what are you doing down here instead of still asleep in bed which is definitely a much better place to be.”

Sam doesn’t look like she’s inclined to argue, though she does offer Deena an apologetic scrunch of her nose. “I just couldn’t sleep…I kept thinking about everything we had to do and…” She shrugs. “I didn’t want to wake you up. I thought at least one of us should be able to sleep in.”

They both stand and Deena steps forward to take the box from Sam’s arms, mostly because it gives her the chance to lean closer and press her lips to Sam’s. “You should’ve,” she says against Sam’s lips, reluctant to step away even though there are definitely more ideal places for a good morning kiss as far as Deena is concerned. “That way you don’t have to do all this by yourself.”

There are certain things Sam is certainly more suited for when it comes to running the store, just like Deena knows where her own fortes are. Bookkeeping, for instance, and talking people out of making some truly horrendous musical choices as they comb through the store’s selection of vinyl. The window display, or what currently exists of it, is proof of just one of Sam’s strong suits, because Deena knows that if she were in charge of making the store at all inviting for the upcoming Halloween season, it would look more like the dumpster behind a grocery store as they transitioned to their Christmas merchandise. In the past three years, everything charming and aesthetically pleasing about the store has been thanks to Sam, though Deena likes to imagine that while people might be drawn in thanks to the charming décor, they stay for the absolutely epic music selection.

“I know,” Sam says with a shrug, her hand settling briefly against the nape of Deena’s neck as she holds her close for one last kiss. “I told Stevie Nicks to keep you company instead.”

Deena rolls her eyes, following Sam back toward the front of the store. “Yeah, she definitely was staring at me with her creepy goblin eyes. So thanks for that.” She drops the box of Halloween decorations next to the stack of books Sam has already gathered. “Probably trying to steal my soul or something.”

Sam laughs, rolling her eyes. “She does not have goblin eyes. She has perfectly normal cat eyes.”

“You could add her to your Halloween display and she would fit right in,” Deena points out, pulling a cardboard black cat out of the box. “See? They’re practically twins.”

The comment at least earns her another eye roll and a laugh, which is really all Deena can ever hope for in her interactions with Sam. Most of the time she considers it a victory if she’s funny enough or charming enough to warrant any of Sam’s attention.

“Okay, so what are we doing?” Deena rubs her hands together like the only thing she can imagine doing with her Sunday morning is whatever this is. “I mean, it looks great so far. Nice and cozy in here.”

Sam brightens, her gaze shifting toward the half-finished autumn display in the window. “You think so? I wasn’t sure if the leaves might be too much…or maybe there should be pumpkins? Or would leaves and pumpkins be too much? Because-”

Deena laughs, putting her arm around Sam’s shoulders and kissing the side of her head. “I just really love the way your mind works.”

Really, she does. Seeing as this is the same mind that had suggested years before that they should just open their own place and not just because it would give them the excuse to spend most of their time together but also because she was certain Deena was never happier than when she was talking music or showing kids how to hold a pair of drum sticks correctly and play the drums in a way that wasn’t just noise. And because it had been Sam’s mind that had first crafted the scenario that they could get out of Shadyside in the first place, that Deena could get out and be more and that they could be something together.

And what a something it is.

Together, they tackle the window display, Deena following the perimeters that Sam gives her, trying to bring to life the vision that Sam is seeing in that mind of hers. It’s a complete and total surprise that, when Deena goes to change the record once more, she finds that it’s nearly noon, the whole of their relaxing Sunday morning having slipped by without them.

“I think we need a lunch break,” Deena declares, retrieving a plastic orange leaf from Sam’s ponytail. “Pizza?”

Sam nods, giving a fake cobweb a critical glare. “Pizza.”

Deena heads back upstairs to change out of her sleep shorts and tank top and order ahead to their favorite place within walking distance, trying to ignore the goblin-eyed stare down she’s getting from Stevie Nicks lurking in the doorway. Clearly the cat has never forgiven her for saying, several months before when Sam had come home with the bedraggled kitten, that she was better off putting it back where it had come from because it didn’t look like any cat she’d ever seen.

An assessment that Deena still stands by, even if the cat has more or less become part of the family.

The bell above the shop’s door chimes as Deena lets herself in, pizza box in hand, to find Sam clearing away the boxes from the pile they’d made by the window. “Thank God,” she grumbles. “I’m starving.” She lifts the top of the box before Deena even gets to put it down. “Just cheese?”

“Yes, just cheese.” Deena rolls her eyes with a grin. “Sorry to disappoint Samantha ‘I like pineapple on pizza’ Fraser.” She puts the pizza box on the counter. “Next time you grab food, you can order whatever monstrosity you want. Deal?”

The smile gets in response immediately makes Deena regret the words. “Deal.”

Sam turns away, retrieving the quilt they normally keep across the back of the couch which has somehow made it downstairs, shaking it out and spreading it across the floor. Deena lifts an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

“I know this isn’t normally how we spend our Sundays,” Sam relents. “And it’s not exactly the most romantic place for a date but…” She shrugs, a hopeful smile on her face. “Picnic?”

As if Deena would ever want to be anywhere else.

They eat the pizza straight out of the box, the afternoon sunlight falling in squares through the windows they’ve spent all morning decorating to entice passersby and there are still moments where Deena wants to look around and make sure that all of this is real, that the universe hasn’t somehow just dropped all of this in her lap by mistake. Getting even just one of these things would be worthy of a daily pinch-me-I’m-dreaming moment, but to have the apartment, the business, the easy and gentle life outside of Shadyside and to be able to share all these things with Sam seems almost too greedy. Like she should leave some happiness for everyone else.

Then again, Deena feels like she might be entitled to a little bit of selfishness these days.

Eventually, Sam nudges the pizza box aside and drags over one of the cardboard boxes they’d gotten from storage earlier. “Look what I found.” She rummages around in the holiday detritus until she retrieves something that looks like a sheet of shimmering plastic, though the grin on her face makes it seem like she’s holding nothing less than gold.

Deena takes a closer look, smirking when she realizes what Sam is holding. “Temporary tattoos. How responsibly badass.” She peers into the box, which is full of all types of kitschy nonsense like plastic skull rings and rubber spiders. “Isn’t this the stuff for the kids? For the trick-or-treating thing?”

Sam shrugs, studying the assortment of tattoos closely. “I’m sure they won’t miss a few. Which one do you want?” She holds up the sheet, even as she says, “I was definitely thinking the cat. In honor of Stevie Nicks.”

“Oh, yeah, definitely. But then I get to pick yours.” She plucks the tattoos from Sam’s fingers. “Creepy spider? No…not Sam Fraser enough. Ooh, haunted house. Definitely.”

Frowning slightly, Sam says, “Do I even want to know what it is about me that makes you think about haunted houses?”

Grinning, Deena gets to her feet, holding out a hand to help Sam up. “It’s better if it maintains an air of mystery.”

They crowd into the bathroom marked staff only in Deena’s insistent handwriting, the sign a product of chasing out far too many teenagers and toddlers, running the water until it goes from frigid to lukewarm, which is unfortunately the same range the upstairs apartment gets on a bad day. Still not something Deena thinks she would trade for anywhere else in the world, though.

Carefully, Sam wets the tattoo and lays it against Deena’s wrist, her palm warm and insistent as she holds the tiny paper square in place. She lifts her gaze toward Deena’s, the smile on her face just as warm and insistent as the pressure of her fingers around her wrist and every time Deena looks at the tattoo over the next few days, that’s exactly what she thinks about: the smile on Sam’s face and the pressure against her skin.  

[itsnotwierditsart13]

Holy Shit (ronance fanfic)

A small little fic about Robin and Nancy getting together:)

It was a thankfully slow day at Family Video as Robin and Steve worked their shift together. Robin was building a new cardboard display case for a shipment that was supposed to have arrived hours ago. Everything was always moving in slow motion at this job, though, and Robin enjoyed it thoroughly. Meanwhile, Steve couldn’t even bother to look busy as he slumped in the one old raggedy chair that Keith allowed them to have. It was pouring rain outside, the windows rattling from thunder every so often. There were probably going to be at least 2 more customers coming in before they closed in four hours. Mostly just older ladies who shouldn’t be driving a car, let alone in the poor weather conditions. Ms. Matheson, a store regular, never rewound her tapes fully, always halfway. It drove Steve crazy, even though he expected it.

“We should have Nancy come by, since it’s so dead,” Steve stated casually as if he didn’t have ulterior motives. He was slumped in his chair, eyeballing Robin for any type of reaction. It was clear that she had feelings for Nancy. After everything that had happened at Starcourt the four of them had formed a bond. Hanging out together most days, sometimes including the kids.

“Don’t start,” Robin replied while flinging a piece of cardboard at him. It narrowly missed his head and landed on the dirty carpet behind him. “She’s my friend and straight, if you’ve forgotten. I’m not gonna indulge in whatever you’ve cooked up in that head of yours.” There was another boom of thunder, drowning out Steve’s exasperated sigh. It was the same conversation they’ve had about twenty times since Steve had picked up on Robin’s feelings. 

“It’s just...sometimes when she’s looking at you. She’s looking at you. Ya know?” Steve explained. He was entirely convinced that Nancy felt at least something more than friendly for Robin. The two acted differently around each other. “And she knows you’re a lady lover. Maybe you’re like her gay awakening or something,” he finished, causing Robin to raise an eyebrow at him from across the counter. 

“Whatever you say, Dingus.” It was clear that Robin didn’t believe a word he said. “Now, can you make yourself useful and hand me the duct tape,” she gestured to the roll that was out of her reach. He rolled his eyes as he passed it over to her.

He didn’t have the heart to mention that she was building it upside down.

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Robin was beginning to lose her mind at a rapid rate. It was clear Steve was going to be no help in the situation as he sat on the far end of the couch, minding his business. 

The three of them, minus Johnathan, had decided to have a casual Friday night movie marathon. That was nothing out of the ordinary, except the minute Steve flicked the lights off and started ‘A Nightmare on Elm Street’ Robin’s brain almost short circuited. Nancy, who was previously sitting a good distance away, curled into Robin’s side like it was the most casual thing in the world. She wiggled around enough that Robin had no choice but to wrap an arm around her small shoulders. They were now fifteen minutes into the film and Robin couldn’t process anything that was happening. She knew that her body was rigid and stiff, almost like a statue, but it was impossible to relax. What was Nancy doing? Sure, they had hugged before and the occasional times they’ve had to sit closely. Nothing like this had ever occurred, though.

Nancy seemed relaxed and engrossed in the movie. Robin had been side-eyeing her. Meanwhile, Steve continued to act like nothing strange was happening. Although Robin knew that he was fully aware of the situation at hand. The asshole was probably feeling pretty smug currently. Robin would’ve thrown popcorn at his stupid hair if her arm wasn’t already occupied. Despite the growing anxiety, it felt good to have Nancy against her. The girl was warm and small enough that she fit perfectly under her arm. Nancy’s arm that wasn’t wedged between them was laying gently across Robin’s stomach. It was all so...intimate. Robin had no idea what to think of it. This was the closest she had ever been to another girl before. On top of the fact that she had feelings for said girl. 

That thought alone filled her with guilt almost immediately. Nancy was probably used to cuddling up to her girl friends like this, why should Robin be any different. The fact that Robin was a lesbian probably wasn’t even a thought in Nancy’s mind. The girl had taken the news in stride when Robin had slipped up and came out accidentally a month ago. Here Robin was, though, catching feelings for an innocent straight girl. A straight girl who was currently happily tucked into her side. Shit.

Robin stood up abruptly, dislodging Nancy and causing Steve to startle slightly. “Um, I have to pee,” she mumbled out unconvincingly before taking off down the short hallway. When she was finally locked in Steve’s small bathroom she let out a sigh of frustration. It was times like these that she wished she could just be normal. It took another few minutes to calm herself down enough but she knew she had to return to the couch eventually. It would look suspicious if she hid in the bathroom all night. 

When she walked back out into the darkened room, Nancy glanced over at her with an unreadable expression. She quietly sat back down and did her best to avoid the two pairs of eyes that she could feel on her every so often.

Nancy kept her distance for the rest of the night.

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A week had passed since the ‘Movie Night incident’, as Steve had dubbed it, and things had only gotten stranger. To Robin’s horror, Nancy had been touchy feely with her every chance she got. Such as, entwining their hands while walking or resting her legs over Robin’s in the car. It was causing Robin to be in constant gay panic mode, which was exhausting to say the least. The more it occurred, the more Steve found it entirely amusing, though. Also, Nancy was always hanging around with them at the Video store. She’d stop in and bring them lunch, even if it was just for a few minutes. It was as if Nancy was doing everything in her power to give Robin a heart attack. 

Despite everything, Robin could only feel herself falling harder for the other girl. It pissed her off. She could barely focus when the other girl was around. Currently, she was trying not to stare as Nancy walked into the store with all the kids trailing behind her. Dustin immediately made a beeline for Steve, who was stocking shelves. The others all screamed over each other about which movie to rent. Will, with his sweetheart face, gave a small wave to Robin as he passed. He would always be her favorite of the bunch. 

“Hey Robin,” Nancy greeted casually, a small smirk on her face. She wore that expression a lot now and Robin couldn’t decipher it to save her life. “Sorry for the midday child tornado. I’m dropping them off at the Byers house but they wanted to stop for movies,” she joked. Robin had to swallow around the lump that had formed in her throat and waved her arm dismissively. 

“Please, it’s been bleak around here anyway. The only person I’ve had to talk to was Dingus,” Robin responded, gesturing over to Steve, who was now surrounded by all the kids. He was probably getting ready to hand them over a movie that they shouldn't be watching at their age. Nancy let out a laugh and stepped forward until she was standing directly in front of Robin.

“Yeah, I know the feeling. Especially when I’m stuck watching Mike while our parents are out,” she spoke and then paused, leaning in a bit more. “Although, I am pretty jealous that he gets to hangout with you all day. Even if you have to deal with customer service.” Robin held her breath as Nancy just kind of stared at her with that same unreadable smirk. Before anything else could transpire between them, Max sprinted through them towards the register. The others followed behind soon after, all yelling about her movie choice. Nancy just rolled her eyes while Robin finally let air into her lungs again. The spell was broken after that as they both made their way over to the, still arguing, group.

Robin didn’t miss Steve making kissy faces at her from behind Nancy’s back. He’d seen the whole exchange.

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Another week passed by in much the same fashion. It all came crashing to a sudden halt when Nancy had stopped by the store on a Sunday afternoon. Steve wasn’t scheduled and it was just Robin watching the counter by herself. Nancy had only been there an hour before flustering Robin to her breaking point. 

“Okay!” Robin shouted, causing Nancy to startle and take a step back. They had just finished their coffees that Nancy had gotten them while talking easily. When there was a moment of silence Nancy got that smirk on her face again. The one she’d been sporting constantly the last two weeks. Out of the blue, as if it wasn’t a huge deal, Nancy leaned over and kissed her cheek. “You can’t do that! You’re gonna kill me!” Robin continued to rant. She could feel the heat rushing to her face as Nancy just stared at her with wide eyes.

“Do you…um? Do you not have feelings for me?” Nancy asked hesitantly with confusion in her voice.

Robin sucked in a breath of air so forcefully that it made her cough a little. “What!” she wheezed out, grabbing ahold of the counter. Nancy had the decency to look sheepish as she shrugged her shoulders gently.

“I sort of overheard you and Steve talking about me. More specifically that you...liked me. But now I’m realizing I’m an idiot and probably misinterpreted the conversation,” she finished, taking another hesitant step back from Robin. “Oh god, you probably think I’m a freak now.” Robin just continued to stare at the other girl in shock. “You were just trying to be my friend and I was touching you constantly. I am so sorry,” Nancy ranted while waving her hands around anxiously. It was clear she was working herself up into an all out panic attack.

“Wait,” Robin startled, holding her hand up suddenly. “You were flirting with me?” The statement caused Nancy to stop her pacing and look at Robin.

“Well...yeah. Obviously,” she gritted out aggressively and crossed her arms over herself.

“Do you have feelings for me?” Robin yelped back. Nancy just scoffed and let out a bitter laugh.

“Jesus Christ, Robin, you’re really gonna make me say it? Yes...I like you, a lot. You’re funny and caring and I just feel comfortable around you,” Nancy’s words were mumbled out but Robin caught the whole thing.

“Holy shit, Nance,” Robin breathed out in disbelief. The other girl just looked up and glared back at her. With that look, Robin realized what a dumbass she’d been and smiled widely. Before Nancy could comment on it, Robin gathered all her courage and leaned forward to connect their lips. It took a few seconds for Nancy, who was probably confused, to kiss back. They stood there kissing gently while everything else around them faded away. Robin wrapped her arms around the smaller girl, pulling them as close as possible. She could feel Nancy smiling into the kiss. 

It wasn’t until a few minutes later the sound of the door chiming broke them apart. Luckily, they were behind a shelf so the visitor couldn’t have seen what they were doing. Robin just rolled her eyes as Steve came strolling around the corner, though. Of course he’d make an appearance even on his day off. When he spotted the two of them he stopped dead in his tracks. It only took a moment for him to take note of Nancy’s blush before he smiled widely. 

“You two look like you’re having fun,” he stated. In the next second he had to dodge Nancy’s swatting hands. Robin couldn’t keep the smile off her face even if she tried.

[disenchantedfaerie]

Welcome to my TED talk. It’s been a while since I went on a rant. Happy Sunday.

I’ve been sitting in the wings watching for a time. Absolutely nothing has changed. SH isn’t sorry about his covidiocy. He’s been rewarded with a new show. He’s been rewarded with a part in Cree’s funny little diddy on IG. He’s been rewarded with his obsessed stalker number one fan, you know who I’m STILL referring to, who has taken it upon herself to win him an Emmy. I hate to break it to her, it ain’t happening. He was not however rewarded with a role in the new Zach Levi biopic about American QB Kurt Warner. Remember, SH alluded to possibly being in a flick about football? Well, it ain’t gonna be this one. I love Zachary Levi (SHAZAM!) and it’ll be great seeing him portray KW. ZL is a great actor with an amazing range and nice body. And he can sing!! He’s also got personality for days and wow, not so much controversy revolving around him.

I know there is a growing faction of people who are disappointed in him. I know there’s a growing number of people who have seen the “change” and don’t like it. I know he’s losing the respect of many. In response to this, if he even gives a shit, he’s still doubling down. He’s very limited in his interactions on SM. He throws a line to a chosen few. I think he’s still throwing bones to shippers. She’s married people. She’s married to someone who isn’t SH, please accept it and get over yourselves. Ship the characters all you want but your fantasy should have ended the second he posted his bullshit from HI with the ever entertaining 🐰. Or do you think they have an open relationship and he’s allowed, once a year, to bone someone else? (Things to ponder).

What I love lately is how Mr. I’m a normal guy chooses the most pingy picture of himself to post for Save The Arts. He also retweeted one of the new kids from Stranger Things talking about the dynamic of her character being a lesbian and how that brought her character and the male character opposite her closer. And of course he retweeted JB coming out in Vogue. Are you trying to tell us something, Mr. Normal Guy? Mr. I’m nothing like my character? That video also spoke to men and women being friends after you take sex out of the dynamic. On one hand he feeds the ship and on the other he tears it down. He plays both sides and it’s funny more people don’t see that.

America celebrated Indepence Day yesterday. He took this as an opportunity to shill his overpriced, blended swill. It’s so predictable. It’s so cheesy. It’s so completely gross. He’s in this for the money, my friends. The sooner you accept this, the sooner you can move on with your lives or move on to the next ship, the next show, the next up and coming young stud.

I’m not even gonna touch this new Formula 1 bullshit. Again, it’s feed a shipper Sunday for both of them. 🙄

I still have hope that he finds his way someday. I hope he seeks and receives the help he, in my opinion, desperately needs for his anxiety, depression, personality disorder. I doubt he will. Attention is attention is attention and good or bad he fucking loves it. His mommies keep giving it to him and as such they coddle him. Until he suffers something great, and by no means am I wishing anything bad on him, he will never learn.

As always, I’ll be watching and I’ll be posting.

[farminglesbian]

Coup de foudre (1983) Diane Kurys

[lesbian-peanut-writer]

Morning Greetings

Thanks to @cheeky-kitsune for the idea for this little story, this happens to be one of the shortest ones I’ve ever written but I’m glad that I did. I was almost tempted to extend on it while I was rewriting it and bringing it over from my old blog but wasn’t sure if I wanted to or not.

~Lesbian Peanut

It was a day just like any other day that passed in the tranquil house shared by four students; the first rays of the morning sun had long since accosted the world with their existence and were now heavily bearing down on the quaint little house. It was rare for the house to be so quiet, considering it played home to four extremely irksome and yet somehow reliable students whom all were currently undertaking study at the renowned Sabertooth College. Most in the neighbourhood chose to keep their distance from the four occupants of the house, they knew all too well the reputation that their College held and none of them wanted to get mixed in with any of their shenanigans. Though not as notorious nor troublesome as the infamous Fairy Tail College had become over the past several years, Sabertooth was still completely capable of landing themselves in hot water when it came to starting trouble. One more than one occasion these four housemates could be found to be at the middle of whatever trouble had been caused by the College, that was when they weren’t trying to kill one another.

Sting tiptoed through the house, careful so as not to tread on any of the floorboards that made a noise as he made his way up the stairs. One thing he was positive about being unmoving this early in the morning, was the occupant he was currently on his way to go see. Sting often loved to awaken his best fiend Rogue, the man had the tendency to sleep in until all hours of the day and if he was left to his own devices; he would happily spend the whole day sleeping. Today however, was a Sunday but not just any normal Sunday, no this one just happened to be the day when Sting had planned to wash the bedding. Sting made sure that everyone in the house was made aware of his schedule for washing bedding, that way they would know which days they had to rise early from their slumber. Today being bed day meant that Sting needed for Rogue to get his arse out of bed, allowing the blonde to steal his bedding so he could start the washing.

Sting was cautious as he pried open the door to his best friend’s room, tentatively peeking his head around the door and making sure that the emo on the other side was in fact still safely tucked away in his bed. His brows knit together as his forehead creased, frowning at the sight he was greeted with or rather wasn’t greeted with. The inside of the room was bathed in completely darkness and Sting was finding himself unable to make out the basic outline of his friend’s bed! Sting had known Rogue since the two of them were small children, meaning that he knew more about the man than what most did and some even considered the two of them to be actual partners; seems as they were inseparable most of the time.

There was a long, exasperated sigh from Sting as he ran his fingers along the wall, pausing in his task as he found the sweet switch that his long appendages had bee searching for. There was a dark glimmer that flickered over Stings face as a smirk pulled at the edges of his lips and he flicked on the light switch quickly, bounding across the room to his buddy in his bed. The sound of a feral snarl sounded from within the depths of the blankets, a prominent lump could be seen where Rogue was lying and Sting almost laughed as the now agitated man hoisted the covers up over his head.  Sting was aware that Rogue hated bright lights when he first woke up, it was part of the reason why the man slept with so many blankets on his bed and the other part was due to situations such as this.

Rogue groaned in absolute protest as he moved to roll over in his bed, pulling the blankets down tight over his head and cocooning himself within the layers of warmth. This was Rogue’s attempt to prevent the blonde bombshell he was certain had just inevitably walked into his room, from stealing his sanctuary of darkness from him. He knew all too well it would have been Sting who had suddenly turned his once peaceful dark room into a blazing ball of HELL NO! There was no one else in the room who bothered to try waking Rogue from his slumber, they knew that all attempts would leave the man agitated and disgruntled for the remainder of the day.

Sting couldn’t help but to chuckle as he walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of the mattress and placed his hand atop his best friend’s head making sure to get a good purchase on the blanket beneath his hand. He had been rather surprised when he had turned the lights on, finding the bed wasn’t covered from head to toe in pillows as he had always known it to be. Though to be fair, that probably had something to do with the fact that Sting had taken the initiative to remove all the pillows from his bed and use them as kindle for a bonfire. The entire incident had only come about due to the two off them having one of their little tiffs, they were a common occurrence but they always ended with one of them ruining something of the others. Sting had of course taken to apologising profusely afterwards to the moody man, who for a week couldn’t seem to find the comfort he sought in his own bed.

“Sting, I swear to Lucifer himself that if you don’t turn that damn light out and get your arse off my bed right now before hightailing your pretty blonde hair out of my room; I’m going to personally murder you!” Rogue growled as he moved his leg about under the covers, an attempt to kick the blonde off from where he had felt obligated to park his rear end.

Sting quirked an eyebrow as he watched the man’s futile attempts at trying to kick him, chuckling as he moved his hand and pushes the offending legs back across the bed. “You know Rogue, if you wanted to swear at yourself all the time then you really don’t have to wait to threaten me in order to do so. That shit really isn’t good for your health, my man.” He teased as he hoisted himself up off the bed, moving to stand beside it as he looked down at the man under his covers. “Wait, you think my hair is pretty?” He mused as his frown wavered into a playful smile and he tilted his head to the right in question.

“The only thing not good for my health in this damn house, is your blonde bombshell of an arse which feels the need to interrupt my sleep!” The moody man muttered to himself as he rolled onto his back, frowning as he rested his arm over his eyes. Rogue detested being woken like this and he knew the moment he took the covers off his face, he would inevitably be subjecting himself to the blonde on the other side of them.

“Ah, alright then… Now up with you. I need your bedding so I can start with the washing and you knew before you went to bed last night that it was washing day today, Rogue.” Sting muttered as he crossed his arms over his chest, shaking off the previous statement from the man as he patted him on the stomach. He knew that it wouldn’t be easy to persuade his best friend out of the comfort of his own bed, especially not without the peace offering of coffee that the man seemed to worship like a god. He scratched the back of his head as he sighed heavily, without coffee to offer to the poor man he knew he was in for a fight to get the bedding. Unfortunately, that morning all the coffee had been used before Sting had even managed to drag his own arse out of bed and no coffee ensured absolutely no cooperation from Rogue.

“Sting, I don’t know what you happen to call this ungodly hour of yours but it is too early for me to be getting out of bed, let along rising on a Sunday. I mean, it’s a god damn Sunday for crying out loud Sting! You realise we must be up early for College tomorrow, right? I am not leaving my bed early for you on the day before we must go back to that hellhole. Washing day or not, I’ll be damned if I ever let that happen.” Rogue protested as he huffed and kicked his legs up in agitation, causing the blankets to balloon out from under his legs.

Sting was used to this sort of behaviour, he often had to deal with it and to tell the truth his found the shenanigans of his best friend to be rather adorable while leaning towards childish. In fact, it was quite often it felt like Sting was caring for a dependent child rather than that of a grown arse man, who he knew had a rather fine arse might he just add. “Rogue calling the College a hellhole isn’t a very strong argument on your behalf, I mean you are always proclaiming to me that you were born in the fiery pits of hell.” Sting pointed out to the man as he tugged on the edge of the blanket firmly. “Unless you’re planning on taking up permanent residency at the College, I’d suggest you find another way to insult that place.”

Rogue cursed internally as he held tight tot the top of his blankets, keeping an iron grip on the one thing that was keeping the light out of his eyes at this ungodly hour. He was in no way ready to relinquish himself nor his bedding to the blonde mand that was waiting on the other sides of his covers, besides he was aware that it would be cold without his blankets. He growled in annoyance as Sting pulled at the covers harder, causing him to roll away from the blonde and pull the blankets with him; rolling himself up into a poorly wrapped burrito. Rogue stopped rolling over the expanse of his queen bed with his back exposed to the world and the blanket mostly tucked up under his body. He would be damned if he was going to make this easy and allow the blonde to win so easy.

Sting blinked as he eyed up Rogue’s back, chuckling to himself before moving around the bed and grabbed a hold of the blankets once more. He pulled on the blankets, chortling in amusement as Rogue lifted off the bed along with the blankets and kept his death grip on the sheets of material. “Alright, either you get up or I’m going to pull it out!” Sting said seriously as he gripped the blankets tight with both hands, preparing himself for having to pull them out from under his best friend’s body and from within his death grip.

There was a moments silence between the two of them as Rogue blinked, taking in what Sting had said to him, blinking as the words clicked into place in his brain. He lifted his head up off the bed, rolling onto his back before poking his head out from under the blankets. He quirked his eyebrows as he locked eyes with Sting, a challenge forming within the depths of the onyx haired man’s eyes and he couldn’t help but to smirk. “Promise…?” Rogue whispered as he ran his eyes down along Sting’s body before following the path back up to his face.

Stings mind was sent reeling before momentarily going blank, staring down at his best friend as he allowed himself to digest what had just occurred between them. Had he just been challenged in the manner of which he thought he had been challenged, or was all that just in his head and a figment of his imagination. No, he was almost positive that his friend or many years had indeed just challenged him and was not referring to the blankets he was trying to pry from him in any way. Sting felt his cheeks heat in a flash as he realised that Rogue was being a prude and that what was supposed to have been an innocent threat of sorts had now become a dirty challenge.

Rogue smirked smugly as he took in the red that was dusting itself over Sting’s cheeks, moving to pull the blankets up over his head and declare himself victorious for the time being. “I didn’t think so, Blondie!” He chuckled as he allowed his eyes to slide shut, his mind pondering over the look that had adorned the blonde bombshell’s face.

Sting was quick to shake off the incident, gaining control over his thoughts as his eyebrows knit together in concentration. He smirked as he let go of the blankets quickly, undoing his pants in a hurried manner before grabbing a hold of the tops of the blankets once again and pulled his top off. He took glee in watching Rogue’s expression shift from that of smug triumph to one of shock, his cheeks flooding crimson as Sting climbed atop of his bed and displayed himself in all his glory to his best friend. “I warned you that I’d get it out if you didn’t get up. Now, get sucking you, shadowy princess!” Sting retorted in triumph as he smirked down at the now frazzled man beneath him.

Minerva smiled happily as she leaned back away from the door, having heard enough of their frivolous conversation to know that her point had been proven to her younger counterpart besides her. “See, I told you those two morons wouldn’t be needing breakfast this morning. Though I suppose you were right in a way that they would both have to be hungry by now, just not for food and more for each other.” She said softly as she watched the shorted woman beside her.

Yukino leaned away from the door slowly, her cheeks ablaze from the conversation she had overhead and the noises she had just caught from their housemates on the other side of the door. She looked up into the deep eyes of the slightly older woman standing beside her, the confidence and victory in Minerva’s eyes only causing her blush to darken and heat to flood through her face completely. She nodded in recognition of what Minerva had said before turning around on her heel, moving to walk off down the hallway, wanting to put as much distance between her and that room as she possibly could. Yukino knew better than most people than to interfere with anything that Minerva gave her approval of, especially when it came to Sting and Rogue who had been unbearably flirting with each other for too long now.

Minerva’s smirk died down into a soft and tender smile as she watched the younger woman walk away from the door, her steps tentative as the frazzled woman took her time to make her way to the stairs. Her soft, tender smile stretching across her face as she watched the poor and innocent woman. Minerva would be lying if she said she was feeling apologetic for making Yukino listen in on the boys but she wasn’t, after all she had the same desire for the little woman as what Rogue did for Sting. And neither would I if I could just devour you my precious Princess! She thought to herself as she pushed her body off the wall, moving after the one of whom she undeniably had her heart set on.

[mobianflame]

Characteristic pulls gay-themed wedding event adds after requirement coming from conventional group|CBC News

Struggling from a conservative advocacy group, The Hallmark Stations has taken adds for a wedding-planning site that featured 2 brides smooching at the altar.

The system, which expenses itself as family-friendly and is actually in the middle of its greatly viewed vacation computer programming, got rid of the ads because the controversy was actually an interruption, a speaker stated in a meeting Sunday.

"The discussion bordering these commercials on all sides was distracting coming from the purpose of our system, which is actually to supply enjoyment value," said a statement offered by Molly Biwer, elderly bad habit president for public gatherings and communications at Hallmark.

In a job interview, she incorporated: "The Hallmark company is never mosting likely to be actually disruptive. Our team don't would like to generate debate, we have actually tried really hard to remain out of it ... our experts only felt it remained in the most effective interest of the brand name to take them and also not remain to generate controversy."

There was prompt criticism on Twitter.

Ellen DeGeneres talked to Characteristic: "Isn't it almost 2020? What are you thinking? Feel free to explain. We're all ears."

The LGBT advocacy group GLAAD called the choice to clear away the Zola ads "prejudiced and specifically sanctimonious arising from a network that asserts to found family members programs as well as well as additionally just recently said they are actually 'available' to LGBTQ holiday flicks." The group stated it would be actually talking to other Hallmark advertisers where they base on the concern, and if they now are going to pull their advertising.

Biwer validated that a conservative team, One Thousand Moms, component of the American Family Organization, had whined regarding the adds to Bill Abbott, CEO of Crown Media Household Networks, Hallmark's parent business.

A blog post on the team's web site mentioned that Abbott "mentioned the advertising campaign opened in mistake."

The team additionally wrote: "Decision to our workplace offered our company the possibility to validate the Trademark Network will definitely continue to be a safe and family-friendly system."

Zola had submitted 6 ads, and four had a lesbian couple. After Characteristic drew those ads, but not two including only opposite-sex pairs, Zola pulled its continuing to be adds, the firm claimed.

"The only distinction in between the commercials that were actually flagged and also the ones that were actually approved was actually that the commercials that carried out certainly not fulfill Hallmark's criteria consisted of a lesbian married couple kissing," said Mike Chi, Zola's main advertising and marketing policeman, in a declaration sent to the AP. "Hallmark permitted an office where a heterosexual pair kissed.

"All kisses, married couples and also marital relationships are equivalent parties of affection and also our company will absolutely no much longer be actually promoting on Characteristic," Chi stated.

In some of the taken ads, pair of bride-to-bes stand at the altar as well as think about aloud whether their wedding would certainly be actually going much more efficiently if they had made use of a wedding celebration preparing website like Zola. The light-hearted advertisement ends with the pair of brides sharing a simple kiss on the altar.

Actress Sandra Bernhard, who participated in among the very first honestly intersexual personalities on network TV in Roseanne, also slammed Characteristic's selection.

"All the cool gay females i understand will not be watching your Xmas schlock," she created on Twitter, addressing Hallmark. "They'll be actually out commemorating along with their 'loved ones' partners, little ones, pals on & & on & obtaining married in fashionable sets. Failed to you all receive the memorandum? Family is all comprehensive."

The developments came as Hallmark seemed to be actually taking into consideration even more same-sex themed information. Asked them about the probability of holiday season flicks based on same-sex partnerships, Abbott was actually priced estimate in The Hollywood Press reporter in mid-November as stating on its own TELEVISION podcast: "Our company level to truly any type of kind of motion picture of any kind of sort of relationship."

This content was originally published here.

[artduclown]

Y’all want fresh Tea?

Alright so last night my mom decided to delete my Netflix profile.

(If you guys don’t know my mom is a homophobic twat that doesn’t approve of me and my sister and won’t sign my sisters marriage license, my step dad is the same way.. I was told god comes first before their children)

So I wanted payback. (And yes I know I was leeching off of their Netflix but hey! I lost so many shows I needed to catch up on !

So I went to see who had the most watched shows. My mom of course.. and then I went to my fathers profile, added/ watched a bunch of gay movies (mostly lesbian flicks) and I left them all on a sex scene.

Then my lovely gf deleted my moms profile.

But I left my sisters profile untouched because she’s supported me since day one and I love her a lot💕.

So how’s your Sunday going?

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trainwreck (Branjie) chapter 2 - PinkGrapefruit

chapter 2. trainwreck headed for us but we never think of runnin’

[lesbian fake dating AU]

A/N - for linda because you were drunk when i wrote this and honestly it made it so much better. And also thanks to @freykitten for teaching me apostrophes and dealing with my tense hopping, you are way too patient x

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She’d spent hours on this outfit but even now, sitting in her mom’s Toyota Corolla, she’s unsure if she’s made the right choice. The green of the silk sits nicely on her collarbone, the deep v showing just enough cleavage to still feel sexy whilst being grandparent-appropriate. Her mom’s non-committal noises and pleasant smile told her enough when she’d gotten in but she still feels like it’s all a little too much. She’s fake dating a girl she might have a genuine (but very much ignorable) crush on and she’s about to meet the parents. Too much.

As she gets out of the car, feels the soft Tampa breeze against her exposed legs and lets it muss her hair a little, she starts to realise just what she’s gotten herself into. She’s standing in front of a large, expensive looking condo, beachfront view and all. The garden seems to give way to sand in some places and the rose bushes, god, the rose bushes look exquisite. She nudges the door closed and grabs the small purse she’d balanced on the roof before watching the black car roll back down the driveway. Brooke gulps. Heart beating at a mile a minute, she slowly makes her way up the front path, heels catching on the neat gravel as she tries (and even with her dancers’ grace, kind of fails) to hold her poise. Later, she’ll laugh about it, joke the tall emerald heels were against her - for now, she waits cautiously by the door, trying to find the confidence to knock.

The door opens by itself. Or at least that’s what she thinks as she hyper-fixates on the door knocker, elaborate gold roses securing a snake biting its tail. In reality, a short girl with caramel skin and warm brown eyes opened it and resigned herself to staring at her guest intently. She’s dressed in a red mini dress, thin cotton barely skimming her mid-thigh. Her height is less impacted by Brooke’s heels but more by the lack of her own, looking tiny against the 6’3 ballet dancer standing before her. Vanessa laughs, and it’s warm, dripping like melted butter in Brooke’s ears. “Well, don’t just stand there babe, come in,” the low voice sounds playful and Brooke just smiles, thinks that this could be okay, and walks in.

Any confidence she thought she had falters immediately when met with the expectant faces of 15 Latin-American elders.

Vanessa is grabbing her hand, reeling off names left, right and centre and rubbing slow circles into Brooke’s palm, not that she notices. Instead, she closes her eyes in a silent prayer to whatever god decided this would be funny and tries to plan an escape. She is not fast enough. “-is my girlfriend Brooke,” is all she catches of the shorter girl’s spiel before a warm, sticky kiss is planted on her cheek. She curses herself for not paying attention, always seems to miss the most important part of the story even when it turns out to be her.

“Thank you for doing this, you look great,” comes the low voice again, this time a soft whisper into her ear. She feels her entire being blush as she lets Vanessa affect her.

She kicks off her heels before going to take the seat clearly meant for her. She seems to be next to a relatively calm looking old lady with a kind smile and even kinder eyes. Vanessa will be sitting on her other side, and opposite, she’ll have Alexis. Her newly lifted spirits plummet once more as she realises she’s going to spend the entire dinner seated in front of her fake girlfriend’s mother. It takes a lot of effort not to let her perfectly painted face fall straight onto the table in front of her. Luckily, the Latina girl sits next to her quickly and Brooke fights her instinct to grab her hand under the table, funnily enough, feels like she has to hide the ‘relationship’ even when there’s not really a relationship to hide. Vanessa does not share the sentiments, grabs her rough palm with her own soft fingers and intertwines them loosely on her lap. She thanks the lord she’s ambidextrous.

They’re ten minutes into the dinner Alexis has prepared, the lobster is not a typical Sunday dinner but then again, Vanessa’s family don’t seem particularly focused on being typical. It melts in her mouth and Brooke’s not sure if lobsters are supposed to be this good but this one sure as hell is, and then the questions start. “So,” Alexis puts down her fork and glances between the two of them,” how did you meet?” Brooke’s panic must have been evident to Vanessa who starts softly stroking her thumb up and down Brooke’s hand. “We met at that firefly comp, that one a few months back, three or so? Babe?” comes Vanessa’s response, succinct yet oozing a charisma she must have been honing for years. “Yeah, three,” Brooke shoots back, nerves biting at her throat like when you swallow ice water too fast. The woman on Brookes left starts to chuckle, her laughter bouncing off the deep red walls of the dining room. She sinks her toes into the plush carpet and prays for the end of the meal to come as quickly as possible. Instead of an end though, Brooke gets a small foot hooked around her ankle, cold flesh on warm skin. It grounds her as they fend off questions from every relative Vanessa has (although she’ll later discover that these are only the ones Alexis likes enough to have in her home).

“Why have we not met sooner?”

“What kind of dance do you do again?”

“Are you any good?”

“Remind me when you decided to be a lesbian?”

That one stings Brooke a little. It’s not directed at her but it manages to slide in through the cracks in her armour, find a hole deep in her lungs and bury itself there. Her old scars are not sprouting flowers at this moment, but instead, feel like they’re going to split open and pour out all of her secrets for the world to see. She needs to escape.

She shakily pushes away from the table, mumbling something about a bathroom and, as fast as her legs can take her, runs up the stairs. She doesn’t know where she is, and can barely see two feet in front of her from tears clouding her vision. She’s sure if she checked, her mascara would be rolling down her face like rain but she can’t bear to look at herself right now. She’s ruined the meal, ruined Vanessa’s cover.

Brooke finds a room, one with a plush cushioned chair in the corner and a stack of classic novels balanced precariously on the uneven floor. She decides this is where she will stay, curling into the armchair like it’s one of the ones from home. Picking up the top book, she leafs through it, finding it’s one she’s read before but quickly becoming engrossed in the smell of old books and the Orwell’s words. The tears fall a little slower.

Maybe that’s why she doesn’t hear the hesitant knock on the door or the quiet footsteps across the room. She doesn’t notice a small body perch on the arm of her chair. In fact, Brooke doesn’t even notice the hand on her shoulder until she smells Vanessa’s perfume (sandalwood and pink grapefruit).

“What was that about?” asks Vanessa, quiet and cautious - like she’s afraid Brooke would break if she probed too hard. The taller girl shifts in the armchair, turns her body a little so she’s not quite facing her, but almost. She sighs as she sets the book down. “That question, the one about choosing to be a lesbian,” she closes her eyes a little as her voice falters. “It threw me a little I guess.” The Latina must pick up on the hidden baggage because she doesn’t ask any more questions, simply rubs small circles into Brooke’s left shoulder. “There was a guy, at my old school. Back in Canada. He- he wasn’t the best.” her voice breaks into shakey sobs, breathing ragged and hot onto Vanessa’s hand where she laid her head. It feels heavy, full of fluff and repressed emotions. She doesn’t like how quickly she’s fallen apart but the soothing hums of the other girl seem to be slowly putting her back together.

Once she deems herself a little more stable (or at least a little less likely to spontaneously burst into tears) she raises her head and looks at Vanessa. For the first time, she really looks into the warm chocolate of her eyes and feels overwhelmed by gratitude toward the smaller girl. “I haven’t exactly had the best reactions,” she mutters, low and gravely but still somehow comforting. Brooke smiles weakly, trying to convey all of her emotions into a fragile expression. Instead of continuing the conversation, Vanessa just kisses Brooke on the forehead. It’s like sunshine after a rainstorm, a little glimmer of hope in the shadows. It’s waxy and warm and definitely leaves a mark but Brooke leans into it a little. Both girls are unsure of where they stand with each other, the circumstances are uncharted territory and neither has a map.

“Thank you V,” says Brooke, she really means it. She is grateful to have someone who, even though they barely know her, will follow her and calm her down. “Anytime babe,” replies Vanessa, before leaning in a little. Brooke follows, eyes flicking between warm chocolate and fiery red. She closes the gap. If she was a little more cliché she’d say it felt like fireworks or coming home. She’s not, and instead, it feels like picnics and seaside days out - carousel ponies and hot summers. It is a whirlwind on her lips and she is sure they will tingle for days to come. Vanessa smirks into the kiss like she wanted it to happen all along. She tries to deepen it but the taller girl stands her ground, nibbling on her bottom lip a little before pulling away.

Brooke flushes, something akin to strawberries and summer, before tilting her head a little. “Why do I feel like we’ve done this a little backwards?” she jokes, pushing a strand of hair back behind Vanessa’s ear. She giggles a little, it’s melodic and Brooke might be a little smitten. “I really like you, Vanessa, do you want to go on a date with me?”

She doesn’t get an answer, only a kiss.

[debbielouocean]

A prompt, if I may? :) To celebrate Catco's 20th anniversary, Supergirl agrees to a televised interview with Cat Grant. It's a smash in the ratings, of course, and some viewers notice the chemistry and sexual tension...which leads to some angst and feelings being revealed. :)

“Like forty percent of these comments are about you staring at Cat with heart eyes,” Winn said, scrolling through Youtube comments in the middle of the DEO. “I mean, they aren’t wrong.”

“Winn!” Kara hissed, leaning over him and closing out of the page before J’onn caught him goofing off at work again. He’d already been given several stern talking to’s about it. A pout formed on her face and she crossed her arms over her crest. “I do not stare at Cat.”

“Everyone stares at Cat.” Maggie piped in, leaning back in the chair beside Winn at the console. “You are not an exception.”

“You’re not even supposed to be here,” Kara said, pointing at her threateningly. “You’re supposed to be at work.”

“I can’t believe we’re even wasting time talking about the ‘heart eyes’ comments,” Maggie said, pretending to ignore Kara completely. “Cat spent half the interview trying to act like she wasn’t ready to climb Kara like a tree.”

“I can’t hear you,” Kara muttered, walking away from the two newest annoyances in her life. Not that she could really get away from it; it seemed everyone had something to say about the interview she’d volunteered to give Cat after she’d helped save everyone from the Daxamite invasion. It seemed about the only way she could really thank her for coming back just in time. And it had actually went really well. People had loved it, she hadn’t given away too many secrets about herself or her work at the DEO, and she hadn’t completely embarrassed herself. Or, that’s what she’d thought before people start dissecting every single detail of her interaction with Cat.

“Where are you going?” Alex asked her as she stalked out of the DEO. “And what’s with the attitude?”

“Go ask your girlfriend,” Kara muttered, shaking Alex off and heading out the door. Alex walked up to the main console, where Winn and Maggie were whispering and giggling like children.

“What the hell are you two laughing about?”

“Someone on the internet is writing lesbian erotica about your sister,” Maggie said through her laughter. “It’s absolute gold.”

“I don’t think I needed to know that.” Alex started to walk away, before turning back around, confused. “Wait, about my sister and who? Please tell me you aren’t reading it.”

Kara actually walked down the street. In her supersuit. People moved out of the way pretty quickly. She wasn’t entirely certain where she was going, but it felt important to at least look like she had some sort of plan and hadn’t just walked out in embarrassment.

“Do you think she’s walk-of-shaming it home from Cat Grant’s house?” Some guy on the other side of the street whispered to his friend under his breath. His friend laughed, nudging him with his shoulder when he saw Kara look over at them.

“It’s two in the afternoon,” Kara muttered, glaring. She pushed up off the pavement, flying away from the omnipresent background conversations of the city that had become increasingly gossipy over the past few days. She circled the city a few times, trying to figure out if she should just go home, until she heard Cat laughing on her penthouse balcony and the decision of where to go was made for her.

Cat was on the phone, curled up in one of her fancy patio chairs with her knees pulled up to her chest. Kara’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest at the sight of the Queen of All Media in a t-shirt and capri sweatpants, lounging on her home balcony on a Sunday afternoon. The bright feeling that bloomed inside her at seeing Cat so relaxed and happy was tainted by the gossip, and Kara forced herself to stop staring.

Cat heard her land, looking up from her phone call with a smile on her face.

“I’ve got to go, I’ve got a guest. I’ll call you back.” Cat ended the call, motioning for Kara to sit across from her in the other chair. “No alien invasions to stave off today?”

“Not yet,” Kara said, looking up to the sky, remembering the disaster they’d had to put up with just two short weeks before. Mon-el was up there somewhere, too, frozen and nearly dead in the Phantom Zone. Kara honestly felt bad for him, even though he’d done this to himself with his recklessness and arrogance. But she shook the thoughts of her own years in solitude out of her head, folding herself into the other patio chair, her cape draped over the back of it. “It’s been pretty quiet, recently. I think all the usual suspects are just relieved they aren’t currently enslaved by Daxamites.”

“Must be nice for you to have some time off,” Cat said, sitting her phone down on the table beside her. “It’s not good for you to overwork yourself, you know.”

“You’re doing a pretty good job of not overworking yourself.” Kara motioned around to the set-up Cat had put together on her balcony. A fully stocked mini-bar, a new television on the far wall, and several pairs of sunglasses on the table beside her.

“I’ve learned the benefits of being outside.” Cat smiled, leaning back in her chair and throwing her legs out onto the coffee table in front of her. She stretched out her toes, showing off fading flip flop tan lines. “Especially if it means I get surprise visits from superheros.”

“Are there other superheros or just me?”

“Jealous, Supergirl?” Cat asked, raising her eyebrows and cocking her head to the side. “If you’ve been paying any attention to the tabloids, you should know that I’ve only got eyes for you.”

Kara blushed, turning back to look out over the city and avoid looking Cat in the eyes. That ridiculous little smirk was going to be the death of her, one of these days.  “God, I’ve been dealing with those jokes all day. When do you think they’re gonna let up?”

“It depends entirely on whether or not you keep landing on my balcony in broad daylight,” Cat said. “You’re not really helping yourself if you want those rumors put to rest.”

“I just wanted to talk to you. I didn’t really think it through.” Kara looked around, suddenly realizing how many windows were facing the balcony they were sitting on. “Sorry.”

“Oh please, this is a vast improvement from that month everyone became convinced I was sleeping with Dennis Quaid. He’s not even my type.” Cat waved off Kara’s apology, her eyes dropping to Kara’s legs before quickly flicking back up to her face. Kara didn’t miss the look or the implication, but she wasn’t sure what to do with them, either. The thought that she was being messed with irritated her to no end.

“I didn’t come here to be teased,” Kara said, her cheeks burning. She ground her teeth together, angry at being humiliated by Cat, by someone she trusted. It was bad enough that Winn and Maggie didn’t know when to take a hint, this was too much.

Cat looked taken aback. She defensively held her hands out in front of her, shaking her head. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, Kara. I wasn’t trying to tease you.”  

Kara stiffened as Cat reached out and put her hand on her knee. She pulled away, scrunching into the corner of the chair.

“Then what the hell are you trying to do, Cat? Because I’m really sick of being treated like an idiot,” Kara snapped, letting all of her anger out on the woman in front of her. Her anger at Alex, for ignoring her for so long. At Lillian, for trying on multiple occasions to ruin her life. At that idiot she’d wasted so much of her time on, who’d spoken to her as if she barely had a third grade education. At the whole world right now, for daring to poke their noses into her business and laugh about it.

“Dammit, Kara, I was trying to flirt with you!” Cat yelled back, standing up and pacing around the back of her chair in frustration. “But I guess the thought of the two of us is so unthinkable that you’d rather snap at me than just let me down easy!”

Kara blinked at her, frozen with a deer in the headlights look on her face. “You were what? But why?”

“Because, as I have said in the past, you are talented and smart and kind and probably one of the most attractive women I’ve ever encountered,” Cat said, her tone implying that it should have been obvious.

“I don’t think you’ve ever said that last part before,” Kara squeaked, still trying to process what Cat was angrily admitting. Cat seemed to deflate a bit in front of her, sighing and letting some of her own anger at being misinterpreted slip away.

“I shouldn’t have said it at all,” Cat said, leaning forward against the back of her chair and staring at the ground in a very un-Cat-like manner. “You’re not interested and it’s foolish of me to make things awkward between us with all this talk of feelings.”  The accompanying dismissive hand gesture made Cat’s opinion of those ‘feelings’ rather clear. She looked back up at Kara “I’m sure there’s somewhere else for you to be, isn’t there?”

“I thought you were teasing me about my insanely obvious crush on you,” Kara blurted out, ignoring the dismissal. It was Cat’s turn to stare, narrowing her eyes in disbelief.

“I assure you, it was not obvious.” Cat crossed her arms and stood up straight, a look of contemplation crossing her features. “Maybe it was… earlier. But then you went after Olsen. And my son. Which, by the way, I have very strange feelings about with this revelation. And that disaster of a white boy-”

“Because you’re so out of my league!” Kara said, snorting in amusement at the turn the evening had taken. “It’s not like I was gonna go up to you and- and ask you out! You’re Cat freaking Grant! And my boss! And I’m just… nobody!”

“You are not nobody,” Cat said, suddenly serious. She stalked around the chair, leaning down into Kara’s space. “You are not nobody and I am specifically talking about Kara, not Supergirl. You, Kara Danvers, are incredibly important and anyone who dares to think otherwise-”

Kara closed the distance between them, cutting Cat off in the middle of what had promised to be a magnificent tirade by pressing her lips against Cat’s and pulling her down into the chair with a hand curling around her neck. Kissing Cat was warm and satisfying in a way kissing anyone else had never been. Cat’s hands were on her cheeks, soft and gentle in a direct contrast to the knee that Cat was accidentally pressing into Kara’s thigh.

“We’re going to have to put an end to those rumors about you and Supergirl,” Kara said as soon as Cat pulled away to resituate herself on Kara’s lap. “Unless you’d rather have the hero?”

“I thought I’d made my opinion on that perfectly clear, darling. As far as I’m concerned, Kara Danvers is more than ‘hero’ enough for me.”

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