#leighton x alicia
Rated: T
Words: 2.4k
Status: 6/13
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Summary:
“So, this Alicia. She’s now really a friend of yours…” Frude observes, writing out a few notes from what Leighton told him, how Alicia had comforted her after dinner, pulled her into a hug and refused to let go until she was sure Leighton wouldn’t fall apart without being held.
“Yes, a friend, Frude.” Leighton rolls her eyes, emphasizing the word. “When two women speak to each other that are possibly gay, that doesn’t automatically mean that we’re going to fuck.”
“You’re always so polite,” he replies dryly, as unconvinced as he can be while remaining a semblance of professionalism.
“I’m just saying,” she tells him. “We’re barely Instagram mutuals! Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“I didn’t say anything,” Frude quips back, much to Leighton’s annoyance.
(Or, the news of Leighton’s new friend starts to get around.)
Rated: T
Words: 3.4k
Status: Complete (1/1)
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Summary:
“How is it, bud?” Alicia asks across the table where Aidan is slurping up udon like nobody’s business.
He throws her a thumbs up around a bite, corners of his lips turning up when she rolls her eyes.
“This is my favorite restaurant,” Nicki brags, and admittedly, the place is cute. It’s decorated modestly: blue-painted walls and matching booths lining the perimeter with other tables for two closer to the center of the room, and Leighton also loves it because it’s high quality food at a good price.
Udon is also one of the best ways to get her daughter to eat vegetables.
“It’s a great choice,” Alicia chimes in. “I never even knew this place existed.”
(Or, they spend more time together, and Alicia learns more about Leighton’s past.)
Rated: T
Words: 1.9k
Status: 4/13
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Summary:
Despite their routine, Alicia doesn’t see Leighton the first Monday back.
Instead, another woman comes to pick her up; swaggering up in a suit and a way that makes Alicia smile, she presents herself proudly.
“Hi, Bela Malhotra, here for Nicki Jackson-Murray?”
“No Leighton today?” Alicia asks, plainly curious.
(Or, Alicia starts to meet Leighton’s friends, and there’s more to learn about the Jackson-Murray past.)
Rated: T
Words: 1.1k
Status: 9/13
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Summary:
“You’re moping again,” Whitney complains once Canaan is safely up the stairs with Nicki. The three of them are having dinner together because it’s a Saturday night and everyone else is busy.
“I am not moping,” Leighton complains, very obviously moping from where she’s half-splayed out on the couch, glass of wine in hand.
(Or, Leighton mopes and she tries to resolve her most recent mess-up.)
Rated: T
Words: 1.1k
Status: 8/13
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Summary:
After getting out of her second meeting of the day, Leighton turns her phone back on, eyes going immediately wide when she sees an onslaught of messages and missed calls on her lock screen. There are texts and calls from Alicia and voicemails from the school.
She dials back Alicia quickly, at least grateful that the woman picks up on the first ring.
“Alicia? Is everything okay?”
(Or, shit hits the fan. Why wouldn’t it?)
Rated: T
Words: 2.5k
Status: 7/13
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Summary:
Leighton’s eyes snap open earlier than usual. Her alarm isn’t meant to go off until 7:30, which isn’t for another twelve minutes.
It’s Christmas Day, which means she’s setting up to do… absolutely nothing. Well, nothing other than picking out some animated movies — both new and old — for her and Nicki to watch and scheduling a takeout order of Chinese food when their favorite place opens at ten.
Padding down the stairs, she heads into the kitchen to make herself some coffee, surprised when her phone pings. None of her friends usually call her today, knowing the usual complications and traditions, so it could only be one person.
(Or, holidays with the Jackson-Murrays!)
Rated: T
Words: 1.1k
Status: 8/13
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Summary:
After getting out of her second meeting of the day, Leighton turns her phone back on, eyes going immediately wide when she sees an onslaught of messages and missed calls on her lock screen. There are texts and calls from Alicia and voicemails from the school.
She dials back Alicia quickly, at least grateful that the woman picks up on the first ring.
“Alicia? Is everything okay?”
(Or, shit hits the fan. Why wouldn’t it?)
Rated: T
Words: 2.5k
Status: 7/13
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Summary:
Leighton’s eyes snap open earlier than usual. Her alarm isn’t meant to go off until 7:30, which isn’t for another twelve minutes.
It’s Christmas Day, which means she’s setting up to do… absolutely nothing. Well, nothing other than picking out some animated movies — both new and old — for her and Nicki to watch and scheduling a takeout order of Chinese food when their favorite place opens at ten.
Padding down the stairs, she heads into the kitchen to make herself some coffee, surprised when her phone pings. None of her friends usually call her today, knowing the usual complications and traditions, so it could only be one person.
(Or, holidays with the Jackson-Murrays!)
Rated: T
Words: 2.4k
Status: 6/13
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Summary:
“So, this Alicia. She’s now really a friend of yours…” Frude observes, writing out a few notes from what Leighton told him, how Alicia had comforted her after dinner, pulled her into a hug and refused to let go until she was sure Leighton wouldn’t fall apart without being held.
“Yes, a friend, Frude.” Leighton rolls her eyes, emphasizing the word. “When two women speak to each other that are possibly gay, that doesn’t automatically mean that we’re going to fuck.”
“You’re always so polite,” he replies dryly, as unconvinced as he can be while remaining a semblance of professionalism.
“I’m just saying,” she tells him. “We’re barely Instagram mutuals! Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“I didn’t say anything,” Frude quips back, much to Leighton’s annoyance.
(Or, the news of Leighton’s new friend starts to get around.)
a white flag waves in the dark (between my head and my heart)
Rating: T
Words: 3.3k
Status: 12/13
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Summary:
Leighton can’t sleep. After several attempts at settling into bed when the house becomes quiet – both Nicki and Aidan crashed around eleven, side by side on the pullout bed downstairs, even after declaring they were going to stay up in time for Alicia’s late-night arrival – Leighton has settled at the kitchen table, paying bills and working her brain with the crossword from yesterday.
Admittedly, she isn’t great at them, but it keeps her awake until the creak of the backdoor starts her out of her semi-focused stupor as Alicia attempts to half shove the door open where it’s sticking due to the cold weather. Leighton smiles to herself as she stands up, remembering one of their phone calls where she told Alicia to come in through the kitchen if she’s coming back late. She’d been listening to Leighton – really listening.
She breezes over to the door, helping to pull it the last bit open and coming face to face with Alicia, who looks both exhausted from her drive and glad to see her.
“Hi,” she greets, lips quirking up into a smile.
Leighton’s stomach flips unwillingly. “Hi.”
(Or, Alicia comes home.)
a white flag waves in the dark (between my head and my heart)
Rating: T
Words: 4.7k
Status: 11/13
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Summary:
“And you’re sure it’s okay?” Alicia asks, hands tucked into her pockets. “Aidan didn’t want to stay with anyone else, but I could always try to ask him again and delay my drive by a day.” It’s obvious that the last thing she wants is to be any kind of inconvenience. Normally, she would just take Aidan, but he would have missed too much school, and when asked if he wanted to stay with anybody, he’d asked that it be with Nicki and Leighton. “I know you’re busy–”
“It’s one-hundred percent okay,” Leighton assures with a breathless smile, taking in the woman’s travel outfit that made her stomach twist the second she saw her: dark pants, a black jean jacket over a sweatshirt, and a Chicago Cubs cap pulled tight on her head.
It’s nice to know she’s trusted like this – with their bleary-eyed morning selves and with Aidan’s admiration.
(Or, Aidan stays with Leighton when Alicia goes out of town. Our favorite gays continue to be pure of heart and dumb of ass.)
Rated: T
Words: 1.1k
Status: 9/13
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Summary:
“You’re moping again,” Whitney complains once Canaan is safely up the stairs with Nicki. The three of them are having dinner together because it’s a Saturday night and everyone else is busy.
“I am not moping,” Leighton complains, very obviously moping from where she’s half-splayed out on the couch, glass of wine in hand.
(Or, Leighton mopes and she tries to resolve her most recent mess-up.)
