#sstwins writing

in this story you are also both mermaids

just thought i’d clear the air on that

Brief Summary: Monika combs your hair after school.

Word Count: 375

I’m still accepting ships for femslash feb!!! Send me your fave fem pairs and I’ll write you a fic sometime this month!! (3 spots left)

You lay in your chair, tail loosely flopping out to the side as Monika brushes your hair. It always felt so good when she did that, the comb working out all of the knots you’d accumulated by swimming. When you release a happy little sigh, Monika smiles at you in the mirror.

“Does that feel good?” she bubbles, and you nod eagerly. 

“So good.” You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been so relaxed.

Monika pulls the comb back, stroking your hair lovingly. “It’s hard work, everything you’re doing. You have all of your clubs, and my literature club. You must be so busy.”

“So busy,” you mumble, distracted from her words by the peace you were feeling. “If you could just get right there,” you point to a spot on your scalp, “ahh, perfect.”

“And balancing school on top of all that.” Monika gives your head a special scratch. “You’re very talented.”

“Not as much as you,” you mumble. “You have to be the leader of the club… that’s a lot of work.”

“Oh no.” Monika says, laying the comb down. “It’s work that I enjoy, so it’s no trouble.” When you reach out for her to continue combing, she shakes her finger with a smile. “Uh uh. You have fish ball practice, remember?”

“Oh carp!” That wakes you right up. “Monika, why didn’t you tell me? I’m going to be late!”

“Well,” Monika winks at you. “Maybe I wanted the five extra minutes. Is that such a crime?”

You swim around your room, picking up supplies. There’s your mitt… your ball… your stick… and wrist and knee guards, of course. You swim over to give Monika a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you after practice. I love you!” You drop the word so casually, as if it’s nothing now.

“I love you too,” Monika says, and you can tell how much it still means to her. When you swim out the door, she’s floating in the middle of your room, looking at peace as if she’d been the one to have her hair combed. You don’t know what she does when you’re away, but she’s always waiting for you when you get back. That’s just the kind of girlfriend she is.

i realized that this prompt is roses

and the last time i wrote them the prompt was lilies

so i have reimagined my last story with the help of my sister’s characterizations

and i think its WAY better

also think that the change in flowers is really fitting

Brief Summary: Mikura picks Juraku a rose with a single thorn.

Word Count: 391

I’m still accepting ships for femslash feb!!! Send me your fave fem pairs and I’ll write you a fic sometime this month!! (3 spots left)

Juraku was dangerous, like a rose with thorns. Mikura liked that side of her. The part that was sly, and secretly cruel. Any breaks in her cool and collected facade.

On her way to school that morning, she’d plucked a rose out of someone’s private garden. It was a pretty little thing, nice and red and full. But on the stem was a single thorn. Mikura held onto it, treating it gently, until she arrived and sat on the steps of Hyakkaou Private Academy, waiting for Juraku. When she got to school early, she would sit and wait. People treated her like part of the scenery, their eyes glazing right over her. She would sit with her feet tucked under her, collar securely on, waiting for her owner.

Eventually she saw Juraku’s white hair appearing, Mikura straightened up, holding the rose on her lap. Juraku stopped in front of her, leaning down to clip her leash on. When the girl’s face was on the same level as hers she could see Juraku’s eyes dart downwards towards the rose.

“What’s this?” Juraku said softly, her face inches from Mikura’s. 

Mikura held the rose up to her in response. Juraku leaned back and took it between her fingers. She expressed no discomfort, but they both saw a tiny pinprick of blood emerge on her hand. She’d been pricked by the thorn. Juraku stood up fully now, tossing the rose to the side. The blood on her hand was stark red against her pale skin. “Come on now,” she played with Mikura’s leash, guiding her to stand up and follow. “Time to get going.”

Only someone well versed in Juraku’s movements would be able to see the slight tensing in her face, or the way that her fingers gripped the leash tightly. It was an unspoken sign between the two of them. You’re in trouble now. As Mikura followed Juraku into the building, she felt excitement building in her. She would just have to wait until the two were alone. That was the only time she saw Juraku be herself. Spiky and thorny and raw. Just for a moment. But enough of those small moments made up the relationship between the two of them, rich and deep and more than most people could comprehend. Mikura couldn’t wait to see that side come out again.

ya’ll everytime i write these two its just… SHEEESH

like idk. something about them. 

but it inspires me to be bold with my femslash which is good

Brief Summary: Sayori and Monika go thrift store shopping.

Word Count:391

I’m still accepting ships for femslash feb!!! Send me your fave fem pairs and I’ll write you a fic sometime this month!! (3 spots left)

“I like this,” Sayori expressed, holding up a tiny porcelain pony with a pink and purple mane. When she noticed Monika’s curled lip, she put it carefully back down.

“Stay focused, Sayori. Stay sharp. Remember what we’re looking for?” Monika coaxed. Sometimes, being with Sayori felt like being with a child.

“A picture frame,” Sayori said quietly, as if she didn’t fully know.

“A picture frame for…?” 

“Our photo. Your photo.” When Monika looked over at the other girl, she could see that she was blushing. It was so easy to get her flustered.

“That’s right, sweetie.” Monika grabbed Sayori by the waist, making her squeak. “Now be a good girl and focus.”

“Yes, Monika.” When she was released, Sayori scampered to the task like a little puppy. All that Monika had to do was trail behind her and watch as she picked up frame after frame. When she hovered over other trinkets, Monika would make a little cough, and that would set her right.

After a few minutes, she approached with a silver frame in her hands. “What about this one?” she asked cautiously, holding out the frame. It had a sweet design with cut out hearts. It would be perfect. But Monika could never let her have it easy.

“Mmm,” she tisked, pushing it away. “Maybe another one?”

“Oh. Okay.” Sayori turned around and put the frame down, resuming her task but seeming a bit deflated. It was easy to make her discouraged. All you had to do was deny her the simple pleasures in life. 

After letting Sayori rummage around for a moment more, Monika grabbed the first frame off the shelf that she saw. “We’ll use this one,” she stated, and Sayori startled, turning around.

“That’s really nice. But the… umm…” Sayori trailed off, and Monika grabbed her wrist pulling her close. She knew that had to hurt. 

“What is it?” Monika said, looking the other girl up and down.

“Oh no.” Sayori looked away, clearly flustered. “It’s nothing.”

“Good. It’s settled then.” Monika released her and started heading to the front, letting Sayori fumble along behind her. She knew what the problem was. The frame was too small for the photo. But Sayori would work it out. Maybe cut herself out of the photo, and leave the focus on Monika. That was just what she deserved

fourth year in a row writing these ladies

i think ever since i started taking requests for femslash feb!

mm maybe not. just since 2019 (THAT’S FOUR YEARS AGO???)

Brief Summary: Kirari has just completed work on the Tower of Doors, but her mind is on someone else.

Word Count: 302

I’m still accepting ships for femslash feb!!! Send me your fave fem pairs and I’ll write you a fic sometime this month!! (3 spots left)

The sky truly was beautiful tonight, Kirari thought, staring out through an opening in the Tower of Doors. It had just been completed and she was inspecting it, making sure that everything worked as planned. It all needed to be perfect for her big game. But if the sky was so perfect, and she had such carefully orchestrated plans, why couldn’t she stop thinking about her? 

She had such plans for Sayaka and Yumeko. She’d orchestrated this game perfectly. But someone else has been tickling her mind, and that person was Saotome Mary.

Something was up with that girl. She’d been moving up the ranks. Kirari knew it was because of Ririka. There was something special in Mary, and her sister saw it too. She couldn’t deny that seeing them attached at the hip inflamed something inside of her. It was too soon to call it jealousy… but the feeling like she was missing out on something. This closeness with someone who was so captivating. Closeness that her sister didn’t deserve.

Of course, Sayaka and Yumeko were captivating too, each in their own way. At the end of the game, one of them could lose everything. But that thought didn’t enthrall Kirari as much as she’d thought it would. She already knew, in a way, what made them tick. What made them special. But Mary was a simple girl. A girl who should have been poor, who shouldn’t have been noticed. She’d even been a housepet, and not of her own volition. Yet here she was, poised to take the student council down.

It was useless to think too much about Mary. What could she be hoping to gain, really? There was no clarity to be found in it. Kirari looked up to the sky again. The constellations up there were beautiful.

THESE WITCHES GAY

guys… them. they are so FREAKING cute

also whoever sent me this request wrote the SWEETEST message

owl house fans superior

Brief Summary: Luz gets lost in the forearm forest.

Word Count: 532

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 “Amity? …Amity?” Luz called, voice quivering. Her light spell provided a weak defense against the darkness of the Forearm Forest. Amity had told her exactly where they were meeting that day, for some special secret event that Luz didn’t know about, but now she’d gotten totally lost. She must have taken a wrong turn somewhere, because it was dark and creepy and… Ah! Was that something running over her foot??

“A-amity?” Luz called again. “You can tell me where you are now… anytime…” Oh why couldn’t they do this special secret event at school? That was one of the best places to be, and full of all sorts of fun and surprising things. Or they could do secret things at the Owl House! Luz did that all the time. Like the time she surprised Amity with pudding! Boy that had been a culture shock.

A loud crack erupted through the air, and Luz shrieked again. When she stopped to look down though, it was just a twig that she’d stepped on. Wiping her brow with a forearm, Luz was totally caught off guard when something reached out to her from behind.

“GAH!” she yelled, curling up instinctively. “Don’t eat me! Eda says I would be boney!”

“Luz,” a voice sounded, and the girl perked up immediately. She knew just who that was!

“Amity?” she asked, turning around. There she was! That beautiful purple haired weirdo. Luz couldn’t control herself and wrapped her in a huge bearhug.

Amity laughed, a cute light little thing. In the dim light of the spell, Luz could tell that she was definitely blushing. “What are you doing here? I told you to come to Mole Meadow.”

“Oh. I… got lost.” Luz kicked her feet. “How’d you find me?”

“You were shouting up a storm,” Amity said, rolling her eyes. “I don’t know how I could have not found you. Now come on.” Taking Luz by the hand, an action that was still strange and exciting to both of them, Amity led them back onto a more clearly defined path.

“So, what’s the special surprise?” Luz bounced a little as she walked. Now that she felt safe again, she was excited to see what Amity had cooked up.

“You’ll see when we get there,” Amity responded, giving her a little cuff to the shoulder. They took a right, then a left, and then they were in a beautiful (well, as beautiful as the Boiling Isles could get) little meadow. On the ground was a picnic blanket, covered in plates and bowls.

“A picnic!” Luz exclaimed, darting over and examining the food. She picked up a bowl. “And you even brought pudding!”

“Yeah,” Amity chuckled. “I thought you might like it. Gus said it’s one of those human things.”

“It’s perfect!” Luz beamed up at her girlfriend (gosh, it was strange to even think the word). “Come on, Amity, come sit with me.” She patted the ground next to her, and the other girl stepped over.

“Okay. But I’m not having any pudding.” The two laughed, then ate their fill. As the sun set on the Boiling Isles, Luz couldn’t think of anyone she’d rather spend the day with.

Keeping up with these longer fics!! 

go me!

Brief Summary: Kitty and Cerise get caught in the rain.

Word Count: 349

I’m still accepting ships for femslash feb!!! Send me your fave fem pairs and I’ll write you a fic sometime this month!!

“Reowr! Cerise! The umbrella, the umbrella! Hurry up!!” Kitty Cheshire was dancing from foot to foot. They’d barely stepped outside of the Wonderland Haberdashery & Tea Shoppe, but it was raining cats and dogs out there. Thankfully, Cerise had thought to bring an umbrella when she saw it clouding up. She knew how Kitty hated the rain. 

“I’m trying,” Cerise expressed with some frustration. The umbrella was fighting with her for some reason, completely refusing to open. “Just have to-” she started, giving it a big tug. Then, with a pop, the umbrella’s mechanical parts dropped to the ground and began bouncing away on the sidewalk. All she was left with was a useless bit of material. The umbrella flopped limply in her hands. 

“No, no, no!” Kitty hopped back and forth, staying under the awning as much as possible. “What do we do now? You know I have class in a few minutes, reowr!”

Cerise puzzled over their options. Then, she took a step away from Kitty, into the pouring rain. “We do… this!” she exclaimed, laughing and shaking like a dog.

“Oh no. Not doing that, nope.” Kitty glanced back towards the door of the shop. “I’m staying right here, where it’s warm and dr-YEOWR!!!” A started screech erupted from her as Cerise grabbed her hands and pulled her out onto the sidewalk. Kitty looked like,,, well, a wet cat. Her hackles were raised, and she had daggers in her eyes.

“See?” Cerise began, a bit nervously. “It’s not that bad… out here… right?” She trailed off, smiling at Kitty. She was sure she was in for a clawing after this.

Kitty shook the water off of her, then looked up to the sky. Then, she got a devious smile on her face. “Race you back to Ever After High!” she called, ripping her hands out of Cerise’s and taking off down the sidewalk, disappearing and reappearing as she ran until she was so far ahead that there was no way that Cerise could catch her. The other girl shook her head and smiled. She’d settle for a nice walk instead.

okay i didnt even manipulate the order on this one

just too perfect

anyways

love a story that makes you think

Brief Summary: Sunset loves Twilight. She also loves… Twilight. Could this be any more confusing?

Word Count:308

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Sunset Shimmer’s first love was Twilight Sparkle. Her current love… was also Twilight Sparkle. The only problem was, they were different Twilights.

She shouldn’t be surprised that she would love both of them. They both were bookish, goofy, and bad at making friends. It seemed like it would be perfect. But Sunset just felt so… selfish.

She didn’t know how to love one without loving the other, but they were different people. She would catch herself laughing with the Twilight from the human world, and then make a joke about something that only someone from Equestria would know. Or she would write to Twilight Sparkle and accidentally find herself musing on the things that she’d shared with the other Twilight. Secret hand-holding, quiet nights in the library… these were things that she hadn’t gotten from her first love. She had loved the Twilight from Equestria passionately but secretly for years. Was she willing to throw that love away? And if she did, would that be fair? To any of them?

Sometimes she could swear that the human Twilight knew her fears. She was one of the smartest ponies in Equestria after all. Humans. Whatever. Twilight would brush Sunset’s hair away from her face shyly. She would give her a knowing nod, or a smile that Sunset couldn’t yet accept. She needed to choose the love that was in front of her. But somehow, she knew that this Twilight would wait. Even if the Twilight from Equestria was too busy, or too powerful now, or moving on without her. This Twilight was patient with Sunset, and kind. More than she thought she deserved. 

It was hard balancing two loves. But as Sunset put her pen down, looking up at the Twilight who was right in front of her, she hoped she would be able to make the right choice.

you wanna know a little secret?

i did these out of order

today and the last one

and ill do it again

Brief Summary: Ramona makes a fairy confession to Faybelle.

Word Count: 308

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“You wanna know something?”

Faybelle groaned. “From you, Ramona, I’m not so sure I do.” Every time Ramona wanted to tell her something, it was something she didn’t want to know. Like that time she attacked a feral cat in the Village of Book End. Ramona had claimed it was self defense.

Ramona rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Well,” she began, starting into it anyway, “when I was younger, I thought that fairies were all really teeny tiny.”

Faybelle blinked at her. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“No, no. It’s just, until I came to Ever After High and met you. I thought fairies were all really small. Like Thumbelina or Tinkerbell.”

“Are you going to tell me you’d like me more if I was petite?” Faybelle smirked. When Ramona’s hand darted over to wrap around her shoulders, she batted it away and stood up, keeping out of reach. “Anyway, you know that’s kid’s stories, right? All fairies are normal sized.”

“Nope.” Ramona shook her head, standing up and clawing out for Faybelle’s hand. “One time they brought a fairy to my class in Nursery Rhyme school and she was tiny.”

Faybelle scoffed, but let Ramona grab her hand anyway. She leaned in close to her ear, whispering. “I’ll let you in on a little secret,” she said seductively. “Most fairies… have shrinking magic.”

Ramona gasped. “Shrinking magi-?!” she blurted out, before Faybelle clapped a hand over her mouth.

“Secret. Remember? This is fairy stuff.”

Ramona nodded, taking Faybelle’s hand away and holding it in her own. “But I wasn’t wrong,” she mused, leaning in close to Faybelle’s mouth.

Faybelle leaned back. “Well, you weren’t right either,” she said, chuckling, before letting Ramona lean in and kiss her. Maybe Ramona could be a few eggs short of a basket sometimes. But she loved her anyway.

slipping back into a more narrative piece

maybe thats the wrong word

basically a piece with no dialogue hahaha

Brief Summary: Briar and Faybelle’s love is haunted by thorns. 

Word Count: 207

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Briar and Faybelle’s love was wrapped up in thorns. Roses… the sharp point of a spindle… it seemed like no matter how beautiful something appeared, it was destined to hurt them.

Briar’s first gift to Faybelle had been a rose, plucked from the gardens at Ever After High on one of their secret dates. When Faybelle had taken it from Briar’s hand, a thorn had plucked her in the finger and made her bleed. One of the first, more ironic signs that their love was fated to end badly.

The truth was that no matter what she did, Faybelle couldn’t keep herself from hurting Briar. Her loud mouth, her jeers when they were in public. Briar always took it like a champ, but it was like Faybelle couldn’t keep herself from self-sabotaging their relationship. Maybe because she didn’t think she deserved it. Maybe because she didn’t even understand it.

The rose, which lasted for a few months, had wilted now. No amount of fairy magic could keep it alive forever. Still, Faybelle couldn’t bring herself to throw it away. She grabbed it from the vase, aiming right for the spot that she knew would make her bleed. Maybe pricking her own finger was just what she deserved.

I am keeping UP with these longer stories

who knows how long it will last though

anyways. i love these two!! they are some of my very favorites.

Brief Summary: Ramona takes Justine on an unexpected vacation to a familiar place.

Word Count:396

I’m still accepting ships for femslash feb!!! Send me your fave fem pairs and I’ll write you a fic sometime this month!!

“Three… two… one… you can open your eyes!” Ramona stepped back from Justine, looking as excited as a young pup. In front of the girl was the Red Shoes Dance Club, music blaring from the inside. It was a place that Justine was very, very familiar with.

“Oh. This is great!” Justine said, a bit through her teeth. When Ramona had suggested the two go on a little vacation date together, she hadn’t imagined that this would be the destination. Her first clue should have been that they didn’t even get into a carriage.

“You’re disappointed.” If she had a tail, Ramona’s would have been downturned.

“No, no,” Justine hurriedly reassured her. “It’s just that I packed for a few days, not for… a night on the town.”

“Well, come in first. You’ll want to see this.” Ramona grabbed Justine’s hand and dragged her into the dance studio. The club was still bustling at this hour, but the studio was quiet. The inside was warm and dark.

“Are you sure we’re allowed to be in here?” Justine whispered, feeling a bit apprehensive. “Madame said we’re only allowed to practice while the studio is open.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Ramona assured her with her characteristic wolfish charm, leading Justine down into the dressing area. “And… now we’re here!”

Flipping on the lights revealed a bundle of pillows, blankets, snacks, and a projector playing old reruns of fairy tale cartoons. It was not at all what Justine had been expecting. “You did this for me?” she asked, stepping into the room and sinking her feet into a cushion.

Ramona, still looking a bit nervous, nodded. “I got permission from the Madames. We’re allowed to stay here over the weekend. Just you and me.”

Justine turned around and smiled at Ramona, leaning over and giving her a big bear (or rather, wolf) hug. “I love it,” she expressed. “Although I did pack for the beach.”

“The beach? Whatever gave you that idea?” From Ramona’s cheeky smirk, Justine knew that the open magazines with pictures of the ocean had been on purpose.

“Oh, you’re a bad bad wolf!” Justine exclaimed, batting Ramona on the shoulder.

“Well, if it means that I get to see you in a bikini…” Ramona chuckled, and Justine rolled her eyes. Still, she couldn’t deny that if Ramona was a wolf, she was a sweet one.

starting off strong with a bit of a longer one!

i’m writing some of these in advance bc this is a CRAZY semester for me so,,, apologies if my responses to feedback are not as timely!

Brief Summary: Darling and Apple go cloud gazing.

Word Count: 347

I’m still accepting ships for femslash feb!!! Send me your fave fem pairs and I’ll write you a fic sometime this month!!

“And what do you think about that one?” Darling pointed up into the sky at a lazy cloud. She and Apple had been cloud-gazing for the past hour. It wasn’t quite the exciting activity she would have planned, but Apple seemed to enjoy it.

“I’d say that’s a dragon!”

Darling groaned. “Apple, you say everything’s a dragon.”

Apple White smacked her on the arm. “I do not! I also think that a lot of them look like-”

“Apples,” Darling interrupted her. “We know.” Her gentle laugh told Apple that she wasn’t actually mad, and the two settled down again, watching the clouds roll by.

“Darling,” Apple began, then paused, collecting her thoughts. “You haven’t really said what you think the clouds look like. Aside from agreeing or disagreeing with me.”

“Oh.” Darling, paused, biting her lip. It was a nervous habit that she only showed when she was genuinely anxious. “I suppose I don’t think of myself as very creative. When it comes to imagination. I tend to see things as they are.”

“That’s not true!” Apple propped herself up on her elbow, staring into Darling’s face. “You’re amazing at painting-”

“All still lifes.”

“And the teachers all think that your creative stories are spellbinding-”

“The only problem with that is they’re all true.” Darling pressed a hand over her eyes. “Face it, Apple. I’m just not creative.”

“I’m sure it’s something you can learn.” Apple settled back into the grass, nestling up close to Darling’s side. “What do you think that one is?”

Darling deadpanned. “A cloud.”

“With four legs?” Apple gestured to the cloud’s tendrils.

“I suppose.”

Apple smiled. “And what could that be?” At Darling’s pause, she elaborated. “Four legs, and a long mane?”

“A horse?”

“Very good!” Apple rolled over onto her girlfriend and gave her a brief but tender kiss. “See, you do know how to do it.”

Darling couldn’t help but smile too. “Only because I have an excellent teacher.” She reached up and ran her fingers through Apple’s hair. She wasn’t shy about admitting that Apple really did complete her.

!! last fic last fic!!

this month was such a blast. i feel like my writing was noticeably better (or at least longer) than past years, and i loved all of the ships!!

and i get to wrap up by doing OCs!! what a treat!!

thank you all for a great month! i’ll be around next year as always!

Brief Summary: Casey texts Drew with an urgent message to meet her outside.

Word Count:513

Drew blearily opened her eyes. Her phone had been buzzing nonstop for the past few minutes. She hadn’t set an alarm for a reason. Fumbling at her bedside table, she checked the time. It was only 10:30. No reason to be up this early. But then, she noticed that the messages were from Casey. Groaning, Drew smacked herself on the face a couple of times to wake up. She couldn’t just ignore a message from her girlfriend, no matter how untimely it might be.

C: Come outside :)

C: Please. It’s important.

Drew scrubbed at her eyes, typing a reply.

D: im so tired case.

C: The day is bright and early! :) 

C: Hurry up or you’ll miss it.

Drew groaned, rolling out of bed. She wasn’t even dressed. 

D: okay if im in pjs?

C: Okay. Look out your window!

She should have never given Casey her address. That was her first mistake. Drew fumbled at the curtains, tossing them open. Down on the pavement below was her sunshiney girlfriend, who grinned and waved at her. Drew could see her mouth the words, “Hurry!”.

Well, it must be important. And so what if the neighborhood would see her in her boxers? Drew slogged downstairs, careful to avoid the office where she could hear her Dad talking to someone in some sort of meeting. She slipped past the door and walked out the front, still yawning. Hmm. Smelled like rain.

“Hey!” Casey yelled, running over across the lawn. “Come here, come here!”

“Woah, okay, okay. Cool it, Case.” Drew said as Casey grabbed her arm and started dragging her across the sidewalk. “What’s so important that you had to wake me up?”

Casey stopped once they were in the middle of the street, still grinning. “Okay, look up!” she chirped excitedly. Drew glanced around, not noticing anything until she looked right over her house. A rainbow was splitting open the sky. 

“Yeah, Case. Real cool. A rainbow.” Drew tried to force some enthusiasm into her voice.

“No, you’re not seeing it.” Casey pointed up, gesturing next to the rainbow where a second rainbow was slightly visible. “You see? A double rainbow!”

Drew had to laugh. “Double rainbow all the way across the sky?” Ugh. Flashbacks to middle school.

Casey smirked at her. “Very funny. Just thought you might want to see.”

Drew rolled her eyes. “I’m not thrilled that you made me get out of bed for this… buuuuut I guess it is kinda cool.”

Casey grinned at her, reaching down and catching Drew’s hand in her own. “And now that you’re up, we can go do something!”

“Don’t tell me this was all a ploy to get me out of bed.” Drew shook her fingers, but Casey’s grip was iron tight. “Just let me get dressed before we go anywhere. Unless you want the whole town to see me in my boxers.”

Casey laughed, releasing Drew. The shorter girl made her way back to her suburban house, shaking her head. She could always count on Casey for an adventure, that’s for sure.

got the last two requests in the nick of time!

but this story is sad :’’’

Brief Summary: Diana asks for Tatsu’s help after school with some translating.

Word Count: 437

Tatsu was truly a good friend. For a moment there, Diana had thought that things would not work out. They were on opposite sides of a conflict, and that was never good. But Tatsu had come to see the error of her ways, and Diana was thrilled.

Right now though, she needed Tatsu’s help.

“Tatsu!” Diana exclaimed, seeing the girl right where she expected her– on the steps outside of school. She’d texted her earlier for this urgent meeting. “I am so glad you could make it!”

“Of course,” Tatsu said with a nod. “You said you needed my help?”

Diana sat down next to the other girl, pulling out her phone. “Yes. I received this message today, however, I cannot read Japanese. I was hoping you could help translate?”

“I hope this will not cause any trouble like the last time,” Tatsu said, peering over her shoulder. “Humble. Diana are you… using a dating site?”

Diana smiled at her. “Yes! Zee recommended it. She said I should put myself out there and not only be focused on Steve. I have made many wonderful connections!”

“Oh. That is… wonderful.” Tatsu smiled painfully back.

“Here is the message.” Diana held out the phone. The screen had a text from a man named Akira. Tatsu took a moment to look at his profile. Slender, with long black hair. “He looks… nice,” she forced out. Then, she opened the message. It was in Japanese kanji. “He says, ‘Will you be my…’ oh no. And, ‘I want to…’.” Tatsu closed out of the app. “He is not someone you should be spending your time on.”

“Oh. That is good to know!” Diana kept her cheerful smile. Probably best that she hadn’t read the messages. “I am looking to get to know more international men. As you know, I am international myself!”

“Yes. That is great.” Tatsu stood up. “Well, I should get going now. I have lots of training to do.”

“Okay. See you tomorrow!” Diana waved as Tatsu walked down the steps.

Waiting until she was out of sight, Tatsu wiped a stray tear from her eye. She would not get emotional. She hadn’t even told Diana that she liked her. Feelings had grown through their months of training, becoming more and more unavoidable. But Diana probably didn’t even like girls. She’d been head over heels for Steve, after all. Still, it had been a nice thought for a while. 

Tatsu ran her fingers through her long black hair. It was for the best that she’d never told her. Clearly, there was something these men had that she simply lacked.

this was SO fun to write

i love writing these x reader stories. you get to really play with form

that being said please excuse any tense inconsistencies. i tried to really edit it but you never know

Brief Summary: You hadn’t heard from Pam all day. Worried, you decide to stop by her house.

Word Count: 637

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You hadn’t heard from Pam all day. She hadn’t showed up to the bus station, and Penny wouldn’t tell you anything when you asked her about it. As the day went on you got more and more anxious. Pam had told you that the door was always open at her house, and though you’d hate to intrude on her privacy, it seemed important to stop by. So, you walked up to the house that you’d helped her buy, and cautiously knocked on the door. When no one answered, you tried the handle, which opened with ease. You stepped in, slightly nervously.

Immediately you were greeted with the reek of alcohol. Taking a quick peek revealed that Pam wasn’t in her bedroom, so you walked up the stairs to the kitchen and dining area. Pam was slumped over the table with empty bottles littered around her. You walked over towards her. Evidently she wasn’t too drunk to hear your footsteps, because Pam turned towards you, blinkling blearily. “Hey, kid? Is that you?” she slurred, rubbing her head with her hand. “Must’ve blacked out there for a minute. What are you doing in here? Don’t you have… farm duties? Like feeding the sheep?”

You gestured at the clock, revealing that it was already past eight pm. 

“Oh. Right.” Pam swept her hand across the table, knocking bottles off onto the floor. “Come have a seat. Sorry the place is a mess, heh.”

You walked through the garbage over to the table. Pam sighed, and you sat down near her. She’d talk when she was ready.

“Bet you think this is real embarrassing. Drinking all day.” She laughed a little. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I thought getting this house would fix all my problems. I want to commit to making a home for Penny. But I guess I’m just the same person I always have been.”

You shook your head in disagreement.

“You think I’m better? I didn’t even show up to work today. And I love driving the bus, I really do. It’s just all so much to deal with. Trying to be better. It’s exhausting.”

You nodded at that. You know very well that it’s hard taking on new challenges.

“If Penny sees me like this, she’s going to be so disappointed.” Pam shook her head. “What do you think I should do, kid? Just give up on it all?”

The words came to you, placed into your head. “You just have to work hard every day. Even if sometimes you mess up.”

“Hmm. That’s good advice, kid.” Pam sighed, looking at you across the table. “You know, you’re one of my best friends in this town. I hope you know that. Ever since you moved here, things have gotten a lot better for me, and I know I have you to thank for that.”

You couldn’t help but blush at that. To hear that Pam considered you to be one of her best friends meant more than she probably knew.

“What do you say we get this cleaned up before Penny gets home?” Pam asked, grabbing a bottle. “The trashcan is under the sink.”

Together, you threw away the empty bottles. It didn’t remove the stench from the house, but it did help. 

Pam turned to you. “I owe you one, kid. I mean it.”

You smiled at her. She should know by now that you do all of this willingly.

“I should let you get home. But don’t be a stranger, kay? Like I’ve told you, the door is always open.”

You waved at Pam as you walked down the stairs, pulling the door of the house closed behind you. As you walked home, you felt strangely warm and tingly inside. Maybe that was just the feeling of helping out a good friend.

im so sorry

its late and its short

i wrote it when i was very stressed out though if thats any excuse

Brief Summary: The first time Cedar said “I love you” to her, Ramona had been totally taken aback.

Word Count: 247

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The first time Cedar said “I love you” to her, Ramona had been totally taken aback.

Yeah, her family all loved each other. But they hardly ever said it. It was in quiet gestures, or a wink when you passed in the halls. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d said “I love you” to Cerise. It just wasn’t something they did.

What made it worse was that Cedar literally could not lie. Which meant that she meant her words wholeheartedly. And that made Ramona nervous. She didn’t know how to respond. Didn’t Cedar feel the “I love you”s when Ramona brought her flowers, or brought her to a secret picnic in the middle of the woods? Was that not enough?

She didn’t know if she was ready to say it back, and she didn’t know what to say instead. So she’d awkwardly mumbled, “You too”, and was still kicking herself about that. Cedar didn’t deserve that. She was so pure and kind and deserving. Deserving of so much better than Ramona.

Maybe one day she could do it. She practiced in the mirror sometimes at night, when Justine was sleeping. “I love you.” Maybe a little more emotion. “I loveyou.” The words felt strange on her lips.

Maybe she just wasn’t cut out to love Cedar. Cedar deserved someone who could say kind words back to her, and express her love openly. Ramona just wasn’t sure she would ever be able to do that.

THEM

imho they are the top DC superhero girls ship

Brief Summary: Pam encounters Jess in the library.

Word Count: 374

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Steel was one of the worst things Pam could think of. Awful steel buildings that had replaced all of the natural forests in the world. It made her sick just thinking about it. Metal was truly evil. It was hard and cold and completely inorganic.

So she’d been surprised, and maybe a little intrigued, when she saw Jessica reading a book about the evils of steel machinery in the school’s library. It didn’t necessarily make her want to go over. But she did hope to catch a glimpse at the inner pages…

“Pam! Is that you?” Jessica shouted, waving eagerly at the other girl. Everyone looked at her with narrowed eyes.

“Shh. It’s a library,” Pam urged. Well, now she had to get closer to Jessica, just so they could whisper.

“You are going to love this book I’ve been reading!” Even her whispers were loud. Pam wanted to just disappear. “I think it’s fascinating. It’s all about how cities have taken over the natural landscape. And one nature lover to another, I think you would really enjoy it,” Jessica said with a little singsong in her voice.

“Fine.” Pam held out her hand. “You can give it to me.” It did sound like a good book.

“Oh,” Jessica said, a bit deflated. “So you want to read it alone? That’s fine, really. No big deal, I was just thinking…”

Pam pressed her palm against her forehead. “Don’t tell me.” 

“I was thinking we could read it together?” Jessica continued, seemingly undeterred. “I would be happy to start over for you! Or we could even read it aloud…”

“No thanks. I’m good.” Pam turned to leave. 

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you later then, alright?” She could hear Jessica waving behind her back. The girl could displace the air with the force of her hand.

That was enough Jessica for one day. Still, she couldn’t quite understand why she had the nagging feeling that leaving meant that she was missing out on something that she wanted to do. She did notwant to read a book with Jessica Cruz.

As she reached the door though, Pam glanced behind her back. Jessica had returned to her book, looking uncharacteristically deflated. And strangely, Pam felt somewhat disappointed too.

pls forgive me if this isn’t entirely in canon

i was going based off memory hahha

the month is almost over!!! reminder to send in your ships if you’re holding onto them

Brief Summary: Natsuki feels the world unraveling around her.

Word Count: 265

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Natsuki knew that the world was falling down around her. She’d felt things unraveling for a while. Her feelings were inconsistent day by day. Sometimes, she didn’t even recognize herself. There was also the feeling that she’d forgotten something important that constantly plagued her.

She hadn’t expected for that to happen to Yuri. Or to have such complex feelings about it. Lately, she’d been growing closer to [REDACTED], but being around them wasn’t as fulfilling as she’d expected. And in the meantime, she’d felt Yuri pulling away from her in a time when she really needed her to be there. 

To come into the club that day, into what was supposed to be her safe space, and see Yuri’s body laying there, it made her sick. She didn’t understand how [REDACTED] could just stand there. It was clear that Yuri had hurt herself. She’d been unwell for a while, but anytime Natsuki tried to talk to her about it, it turned into another argument. Maybe that was her own problem. She couldn’t express affection properly without it turning ugly. Blame it on her father.

And after seeing what happened to Yuri, Natsuki knew it would happen to her, just like it had happened to… that person that she couldn’t quite remember. They were all destined to die. That was the fate of the literature club. 

Her body felt out of her control, contorted and painful. Her time was up. But maybe she could connect with Yuri again someday, in some other life. It was all she could hope for in a time that seemed hopeless.

short fic of the day

maybe im feeling lazy hahaha

i still have good ideas for the rest of the month though!

Brief Summary: Cedar and Maddie lay in bed and reminisce. 

Word Count:259

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“Remember when we weren’t roommates?” Maddie asked, nestling in closer next to Cedar’s arm. “Wasn’t that a crazy time!”

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call us roommates now,” Cedar admitted. Technically they were more than roommates. They’d been assigned to the room together, but they only slept in one bed. “I mean, we are dating.”

“That’s so right!” Maddie wrapped her arms around Cedar and gave her a big squeeze. “That’s what I love about you so much Cedar, you’re always thinking of new things.”

“I am?” Cedar definitely wouldn’t have said that about herself. She personally thought that she took things way too literally. 

Maddie nodded. “Or at least thinking of things in ways that I wouldn’t! Don’t think so low of yourself.” Over years of spying on the narrator (not appreciated by the way) Maddie had discovered some of Cedar’s little insecurities and was making it a point to pick them away one by one. “Now go on. Say you’re a smart thinker!”

Cedar blushed. “I guess I could be a smart thinker, if you think so.”

“Good enough!” Maddie popped her head up and gave Cedar a big kiss, which made the other girl flush even more. “Now, what do you think about popcorn for breakfast?” She hopped up, already getting a bag.

“I think you’re pretty wild, Maddie,” Cedar had to admit, laughing a little. 

“Why thank you.” Maddie blew the girl a kiss. Cedar couldn’t help but blow one back. She was so lucky to have a partner who was as crazy supportive as Maddie.

okay we had too many good ones in a row haha

this one is just okay

not reworking the wheel here

anyways you see why i had to switch ginger and cedar out for these guys for this prompt right?

in another world the complexities of identity and being two of the only poc at ever after high would be fascinating to explore

but i decided today was not that dad

Brief Summary: Courtly’s love is a cruel and twisted thing.

Word Count: 318

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Courtly always felt as though her love was tainted black.

She’d spent years repressing all emotions except happiness. Silly. Clownish. The picture-perfect jester. But while she’d been repressing them in the pursuit of joking around, darker feelings had surfaced. Anger. Resentment. A desire for revenge. There was no place for love in her world. And if it did exist, it was a cruel and twisted thing.

She’d thought, once upon a time, that she could have loved Lizzie. But any excitement over seeing the girl was overwhelmed with confusion. Did she love her, or did she feel indebted to her as her jester? Soon love had turned to malice and hate, and Courtly couldn’t conjure up those same feelings even if she wanted to. Which was why she’d been so surprised when Apple White had entered the picture.

It was the same thing all over again, wasn’t it? The jester in love with the future queen. But Courtly was so tired of the hate. It was exhausting and overpowering, but love was scary and new. She didn’t like the feelings she had when Apple was around. It was worse when she was ordered to attend Ever After High. Now she had to see princesses all the time. She would knock into Apple or Lizzie in the hallways, and her feelings were so confusing they made her sick.

She would never be able to confess to Apple, no matter how much she tried to keep her love pure. Because Apple White deserved to be with someone as royal as she was. She would never fall in love with a jester. And besides, Courtly’s love was so difficult, she could never put someone through that. 

Caught in between love and hate, Courtly was content to simply watch Apple from afar. As long as she kept her distance, she couldn’t really hurt anyone. Even if her heart was yearning for more.

what is going on why are these so LONG

im going off the rails

anyways i had to switch them with tomorrow’s prompt sdfghjk you’ll see why

i think it was kinda funny but that would have been… really ironic hahaha

anyways we have cedar prompts for 4 out of the next 7!

nice nice love to see it. she’s really awesome

Brief Summary: Cedar asks Ginger if she can try her treats.

Word Count: 456

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Ginger was understandably nervous. She’d spent years without anyone wanting to try her baking. They were all so worried that she was going to follow in her mother’s story. And now, she was serving her treats to the most important person to her in the entire world. 

“Are you sure you want to try these?” Ginger straightened the plate in front of Cedar. They’d only recently started seeing each other, and Cedar had asked to try her treats. She’d prepared a little plate with a cupcake, a cookie, and a brownie. Better to start small. 

“Ginger, I’m sure. Remember, I can’t lie.” Cedar had that oh-so-charming smile that Ginger had just fallen head over heels with. She was just so genuine. But now Ginger was flustered and nervous.

“Are you sure you’re sure? Because it’s really no trouble if you don’t want to.” Oh Grimm was she really doing this? What if Cedar didn’t like it? If she said it was bad, it would crush Ginger’s spirits, because she would be telling the absolute truth.

In response, Cedar picked up the cookie. “I’m going to eat it now,” she said, checking in with Ginger. The other girl nodded.

“Okay,” she said, but she had to look away as Cedar took a bite. The crunch was agonizing. Would she approve? Would she think that Ginger was just a big fairy fail?

“Mm,” Cedar said, finishing up her bite and going in for a second. “Mmm! Ginger, this is amazing!” she exclaimed through a mouthful of crumbs.

Ginger couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You really like it?” she asked, daring to glance over at Cedar, who was now finishing up the cookie.

“Oh yeah!” Cedar swallowed and fixed her again with that grin. “I love it! You’re a hexcellent baker, Ginger.”

Ginger felt like she could faint right there. This was all she wanted, for people to love her baking. Especially someone that she loved. 

“And what flavor is the cupcake?” Cedar asked, examining it. 

“It’s strawberry.” Ginger rocked a little on her feet. Would strawberry be okay? She had to console herself by remembering that Cedar literally could not lie. That meant that she had to like the treats.

“Hey, Ginger,” Cedar said, noticing probably that the girl was very anxious. “You’re really awesome, you know that?” Then she picked up the cupcake as Ginger blushed. “You know you’ll have to make me more of these,” she started as she took a bite. “Because mm… mmm wow. These are just so so good.”

Ginger couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face. This was everything she’d ever wanted. She couldn’t believe that she was the luckiest girl in the world to have Cedar like her back.

AYO LONG FIC ALERT

why did i write so much??? idk i was just inspired thinking about them

akito actually means a lot to me. i might be in love with her

but i think that her contrast with Tohru has so much room to be explored more

Brief Summary: Everything had changed once Tohru started coming around.

Word Count:805

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Akito had always had a tendency to isolate. She would trap herself in a room for days on end, not letting anyone in or, sometimes, anyone out. She would often refuse food and paint dark marks with ink on the walls or floors that servants later had to scrub off. She didn’t envy their job, but then again, at least they got to go home to happy families. At least they could relieve their burden at the end of the day. She had to live it every moment, awake or asleep.

That had all changed when Tohru entered the picture.

The girl seemed to have no idea about what was proper. Her bumbling presence was laughable… though in some ways, captivating. She said and did foolish things. She attracted people. And like it or not, she’d attracted Akito.

It was humiliating. She considered herself better than the rest of those fools. Kyo, Yuki, Momiji. Wasn’t she above them? Wasn’t that her right, no, her duty, as their god? She didn’t have human failings like the rest of them. And what she wanted, she took.

But she found herself having strange emotions when she watched Tohru skipping around the estate. Or on the few occasions when they’d made contact. She felt more nervous… more feminine. It was awful. She hated it. Love was a womanly emotion, and she’d spent years of her life suppressing that. What she needed was possessive desire. Rage and anger. But in some way, she didn’t want to possess Tohru. Because what Akito possessed, she blackened. She ruined the best in people. She didn’t want to take away Tohru’s bright spirit.

The girl had been coming over more and more, spending time close by, noticing things that Akito never would have wanted her to notice. Like when Akito shut herself away.

It was when she was alone in the dark that she heard a faint knock on the screen in her room separating her from the outside. Everyone knew to leave her alone when she got like this. Still, someone had dared to knock. Of course, Akito ignored them. Whatever they had to tell her, they could wait or they would knock again. Then she could slam open the screen and release her rage, ensuring that such a misstep would never occur again.

But it was strange for someone to be trying to connect with her from the outside. Anyone working for her would be trying to get in through the inside of her room. And, as it often did, curiosity bit the cat. Sometime after the knock, perhaps a dozen minutes or a few hours, Akito got up, pulled her kimono around her, and opened the screen.

No one was there. Looking around, Akito didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Just someone disturbing the peace for no reason. But as she was pulling the screen closed again, Akito glanced down and saw something. It was a little bundle of flowers, bright yellow buttercups. 

She couldn’t think of anyone who would disturb her to bring her flowers. No one even disturbed her to bring her food unless she asked for it. The bright colors were grating on her eyes. Akito slammed the screen shut, retreating to her dark corner. However, she found herself unable to take her mind off of the present. It was so cheery and uncharacteristic. Not to mention that no one had ever brought Akito flowers like this before. Was it embarrassing that the gesture made her heart beat a little, thinking that they might be from her?

Everything had changed since Tohru had come. Loyalties once carved in stone were being tested. Relationships were being formed without Akito’s approval. Even though she would never admit it, it was frightening.

As the sun set outside of her room, Akito made up her mind. She would bring the flowers into the room, inviting color into the space. But when she opened the screen, she found that they were gone, likely removed by a maid who had noticed that they were certainly out of place. 

Closing the door, Akito sat down with her head in her hands. Perhaps the flowers had only been a dream after all. Wishful thinking for something that could never be. She could never fall in love, and certainly she would never have someone love her back. Not outside of the family. That was her place in the world, and some silly fool like Tohru Honda wouldn’t be able to change that. She couldn’t change what was in Akito’s DNA. The things she’d been taught ever since she was born. It was just the way things were.

When she went to sleep that night, though, Akito’s thoughts were tinted by yellow flowers and a girl dancing in a field with clumsy steps and a big smile.

AYO THEY’RE SO CUTE

also i realized that yesterday and tonight are both about characters named poppy hahhahaa

poppy… meet poppy.

Brief Summary: Poppy asks Barb to dress her up like a rock troll.

Word Count:484

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“Hey, Barb? Can you dress me up like a rock Troll?”

Barb straighten up in her chair. No way was she actually hearing those words. “Pop-squeak… are you serious? You really want to look like a rocker?”

Poppy smiled mischievously, which Barb took as a yes.

“Heck yeah!” Barb cheered. “Fishnets and everything?” She just had to make sure.

Poppy laughed. “Fishnets and everything,” she confirmed, before yelping as Barb grabbed her arm and rushed her to her bedroom. The rock troll flung open her wardrobe, tossing clothes onto the ground.

“Okay, okay. We have some options. First off…” She held up a black t-shirt with white lettering. “Band tee. Second, we have…” She rummaged around a bit more. “ A leather jacket. This one’s a real staple.”

“I’m just happy with whatever makes you happy. You pick.”

“Okay.” Barb took a deep breath. This was way too exciting. She’d never thought that Poppy would want to try something like this, especially after the whole rock zombie thing. Plus, the girl was very attached to her identity as a pop troll. “How about this,” she tossed an article of clothing in Poppy’s direction. “And this. And some of these!” The pile in Poppy’s hands grew and grew. It was a lot compared to Poppy’s usual choice of simple attire.

“I’ll go put these on.” Poppy’s voice was muffled by the number of clothes in front of her. She waddled off to the bathroom, and Barb was left to anxiously wait, tapping her hands together. A few moments later, Poppy emerged.

From top to bottom, she was wearing a t-shirt with a yellow frowny face on it, a leather jacket with spikes, a plaid skirt, and, of course, black fishnets. “I couldn’t figure these out,” Poppy admitted sheepishly, holding a variety of spiky items.

“Oh yeah…” Barb said dreamily, before shaking her head and snapping out of it. “I mean, yeah, totally. I can help with that.” She navigated her way across the crowded floor to Poppy, picking up the items. “Now this one is a choker…” she fastened the items on as she talked. “This one is a little like headband. And these… these are wrist cuffs.” Fastening them onto Poppy’s arms, she couldn’t help but let her hand linger, and Poppy reached up, immeshing their fingers. 

“Do you like it?” Poppy asked, looking at Barb earnestly.

“I mean, yeah. I love it. Do…” Barb looked away sheepishly, “do you like it?”

“I love it too.” Leaning over, Poppy kissed Barb’s cheek, immediately causing the rock troll to break out in a blush. “Now.” Poppy leaned back, smirking at Barb. “Let’s go show Branch!” She dashed off, dragging Barb behind her.

“Bad idea!” Barb yelled, stumbling to keep up. “You know he’ll have a heart attack!” But Poppy was laughing, and Barb couldn’t help but laugh too. There was something so special about that troll.

A-AYO

why are my fics this year so GOOD

set in the not so distant future. but after graduating from ever after high

Brief Summary: It was when she was cutting Duchess’ hair one day that Poppy discovered a tuft of feathers growing at the base of her neck.

Word Count: 341

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It was when she was cutting Duchess’ hair one day that Poppy discovered a tuft of feathers growing at the base of her neck. She didn’t bring it up to Duchess; her pleading eyes in the mirror told her that she already knew.

They’d known this was coming for a while. Duchess was fated to become a swan forever. It was inescapable in a way that biology couldn’t deny. While other people had the chance to rebel against their destinies, Duchess’ was coded into her DNA.

There was nothing to do for it, and no point in complaining. But she did notice Duchess holding onto her a bit tighter. Her hand clenched hers when they went to the park and saw swans in the lake. At night, she slept curled around Poppy’s body, living every day as if it was her last. It was heartbreaking.

If Duchess was going to be a swan, Poppy wanted to be a swan too. It was so unfair that she had the freedom to choose her own destiny in a way that Duchess didn’t. Poppy had never gotten a straight answer from her about whether the girl wanted things to be like this. Back at Ever After High she’d been a proud royal, dismissing anyone who went against their destinies. Poppy was surprised they’d ever grown close, but then again, she didn’t have any destiny to speak of. In some ways she felt responsible for any of the pain she imagined the other girl was feeling, because she was living proof of the fact that some people were allowed to be free.

And maybe Duchess had just been putting on a brave face after all. Because one night, mumbled painfully while she was asleep and Poppy was sitting up in bed trying to think about a way in which they could both be happy, she’d heard the quiet words, vulnerable in a way that Duchess never was. “I’m scared.” And Poppy knew she would never be able to recover from the heartbreak of hearing that.

okay yall they’re SO cute 

and this was the perfect prompt!!!

this is dc superhero girls canon btw

Brief Summary: Kara helps Diana prepare for the school dance.

Word Count:552

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Diana was understandably nervous. The other day, Steve (her Steve!) had invited her to the school dance. According to the other girls, this was a big score, especially when it was someone you liked. The only problem was that Diana had never been to a school dance before. The dance was tomorrow, and it seemed like all of the girls were busy. Jess was volunteering at the animal shelter, Zee had to get ready for a magic show, Babs was hanging out with Harleen, and Karen had said that she needed to get home early. Which meant that the only person available to teach her about dancing was…

“Alright, so you want to learn how to dance?” Kara Danvers pounded her fist into her palm. “I’m gonna teach you how to rave.”

Well, Kara definitely wouldn’t have been Diana’s first choice. Still, she’d been willing, which had to count for something. “Do you… rave at school dances?” Diana asked, a bit apprehensive. She was under the impression that raving was more at concerts or crazy parties.

“Diana, you can rave anywhere, anytime. Trust me.” Kara reached back and turned on the stereo. Music began blaring, loud enough to shake the walls. If the people of Sweet Justice didn’t know that there was a secret base here already, they certainly would now.

“Now throw your hands in the air!” Kara yelled, her voice muffled by the sound of the music blasting in Diana’s ears. The other girl was already grooving, shaking to the beat.

“What?!” Diana called back, fighting the urge to cover her ears. If school dances sounded like this, she was not sure that it would be a place to build intimacy.

“I said-!” Kara shouted, then walked over to Diana, grabbing her hands and throwing them up. “Put your hands in the air!” she yelled again, this time close enough to be heard. But Diana still wasn’t listening.

It was a strange feeling. Kara was still holding onto her, and the two were staring into each other’s eyes. The music seemed quieter all of a sudden. Diana couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this nervous. Maybe the first time she met Steve, but even then. Kara’s thumb traced down her wrist, and Diana had to look away. There was something unexpected in Kara’s eyes. She’d never had anyone look at her like that. She pulled back ever so slightly, and with that, the moment was over. Kara released her and stepped back, turning off the stereo. The two stood awkwardly, Diana’s arms wrapped around her body. She could still feel Kara’s touch on her.

Kara coughed, then she was back to her normal self. “I think you’ve got it,” she said confidently. Only a true friend could hear the slight nervous tinge to her voice. 

“Ah… yes. I think I have it.” Diana fiddled with her hair, still not quite able to look down at the other girl. “Will I be… seeing you at the dance?”

“Nah.” Kara stepped away towards the ladder that led out of the base. “I didn’t get invited. You’ll be great though!” she called as she climbed up and away. The hatch closed behind her, and Diana was left in the middle of the room, music still ringing in her ears, feeling strangely disappointed.

okay yall i really like this one

might also be my longest femslash story EVER

Brief Summary: Amanda rests before a long day, and thinks about feelings that she doesn’t want to have.

Word Count: 626

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Amanda was crammed against the wall in her little makeshift bedroom, waiting. It was the day before everything was going to go down with Jeff and Lynn’s traps. John had made her set up everything in advance as much as possible. The warehouse was filled with strange pieces of machinery, convoluted and large. There was the freezer room, pig vat, and the rack, of course. Then the shotgun collar, which John had let her build all by herself. There was some pride in that. As she and John had become closer she’d been trusted with more of the tools. She’d even begun creating traps of her own design, following in John’s image… mostly. Since John was so sick, it was hard for him to evaluate all of her work, so he set her off alone. But doing the traps alone was complicated, and the repercussions of her work were painful. She didn’t know if she was doing the right thing by setting people up to die. Her hand felt guided through the motions of breaking a lock or welding a door closed. She would have to deal with the consequences of that later. When John found out, she knew he wouldn’t be happy.

John had arranged for her to bring in Lynn tomorrow, a doctor. At least that would be some relief. He’d been getting sicker, and it was starting to fray her nerves. He was having bad headaches, and couldn’t stand on his own anymore. Amanda had done everything she could for him, with all of the medicine she could get her hands on… mostly legally. If there was one thing she knew how to do, it was getting her hands on drugs. But he needed steroids, stronger medicine than she could find on the street. Something for the pain.

But Lynn seemed like a good choice. She was Amanda’s project, while Hoffman had been taking over most of the work with Jeff. So, of course, Amanda had studied up on her. She’d watched her in private, inspecting when would be a good time to take her… when she was going home, or in the car when she was swallowing antidepressants like they were candy. John had insisted upon her above anyone else. And Amanda could tell that she was good. Her reputation preceded her. But she could also see why Jigsaw would test her. She was an adulterer, and taking all of the pills reminded Amanda a bit too much of her own life. There were some problems that drugs just couldn’t solve.

The most major problem with Lynn as a choice though, was that she made Amanda have those… feelings. Awful, choking feelings that she had pressed down for so many years it was almost like second nature. She still didn’t know what to make of them. There was just a certain pleasure in seeing Lynn’s body. A hunger for… something. It made her feel sick. It was a nightmare, thinking these things, and it would be especially humiliating if she expressed anything in front of John. But Amanda didn’t think it would come to that. She’d gotten good at keeping it all under wraps. And if she ignored it, it was almost like the feelings weren’t even there.

Amanda sighed, pressing up closer to the wall. She could already tell that tomorrow was going to be challenging, and today was supposed to be her day of rest. 

From the other room, Amanda could hear John start coughing. She uncurled her body, getting up and putting a docile expression on her face. She would check on John because that was what she did. She took care of him. And hopefully things wouldn’t blow up in her face like they might for Lynn tomorrow.

just realized that yesterday’s fic wasn’t under a read more oh no!

its been fixed now

anyways. what a couple to write for valentine’s day hahaha

Brief Summary: Mikan presents Junko with a homemade valentine.

Word Count:254

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“Umm… Junko?”

Junko rolled her eyes before responding. Any conversation with Mikan was always bound to be disappointing. “Yeah, what is it?”

“I… I brought you this.” 

Junko turned around to see her offering. Mikan had her head bowed, and she was holding out a little heart-shaped valentine. Junko snatched it from her hand. “Did you seriously write I love you on this?” That was revolting. Mikan really was deranged, wasn’t she?

“I’m sorry. Do you not like it?” Junko could just tell that Mikan was twiddling her thumbs. She had so many nervous tics. 

Looking down, Junko examined the card. It had little spots of pink glitter, and, of course, ‘I love you, Junko!’ written large on the front and center. She just didn’t get it. Mikan was just so pliable. She would do just about anything for Junko. Which was good, when Junko needed things done, but annoying the rest of the time.

Grabbing the card tightly, Junko tore it in half, letting the pieces fall to the floor. “Was there anything else?” she asked, looking at Mikan dismissively.

Mikan gulped, her eyes trained on the ruined card. “N… no, Junko.”

“Good. Then get out of my sight.” Junko turned back around to her monitors. Behind her, she could hear a quiet shuffle of footsteps before the sound of a closing door.

She really didn’t get Mikan. Still, she could use her. And if rejecting her advances brought the other girl more despair, well, that would be the icing on the cake.

sorry for the quickly written fics lately

doing so many fandoms zoo wee im juggling these plots in my head hahaha

this is the same story as yesterday just different

same thing, just different shapes

Brief Summary: Catra can’t help yearning for Glimmer.

Word Count:300

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Oh, Catra should hate Glimmer. She should hate her stupid shiny glittery outfit. And for that matter, her stupid shiny glittery hair. So why did she want to kiss her so bad?

It was dumb. It was so dumb. But Catra couldn’t deny that maybe on the ship, they’d had something close to… a connection. It wasn’t the same sort of connection that she felt with Adora. That had stretched for years, and had left her constantly feeling betrayed and left behind. But with Glimmer, Catra felt evenly matched in some way. Matched in wit, matched in raw power (well, the power that she’d used to have), matched in how fiercely they felt things. Catra never thought she would be attracted to things she saw in herself, because to be honest, she didn’t even really like herself. But when it came to those things in Glimmer, she could see the fire and the spark that lit her up even when she was beaten down. Catra wanted to live up to that.

When she was going to bed on Hordak Prime’s ship, Catra would grab the pillow and pretend, for a moment, that Glimmer was there with her. Maybe she only felt that way because Glimmer was the closest thing to another life she’d had nearby. Plus, she didn’t want to deny her feelings for Adora by having these thoughts. It was sick, and confusing. Catra didn’t understand how you could love two people. It was a traiterous thought.

So even after everyone had been saved, she kept those thoughts to herself. She watched Glimmer reconnect with Bow, and she connected with Adora. And it was wonderful and pure. But she still had those feelings, against her will and better judgement. There was always a part of her that was yearning.

sorry that this isn’t as good as it could be!

its been a long time since i watched stalyan’s episodes

also i had a rough evening sheeesh

Brief Summary: Stalyan can’t believe that she’s attracted to someone like Rapunzel.

Word Count: 286

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At first, Stalyan couldn’t believe that Flynn Rider was attracted to a girl like Rapunzel. She was just so… plain. Just a nice girl. Not a whole lot going for her aside from that.

But then, she saw Rapunzel fight. She could be clever. And definitely spunky. Both traits that Stalyan admired in herself. She could see how Rider was attracted to that, considering that he’d been attracted to it in her. But for some odd reason she found herself attracted to that too, and it irritated her. Being attracted to someone that bubbly and friendly… it was a sickening thought.

So she’d made sure to put Rapunzel in her place, especially after the other girl humiliated her at the alter yet again. She’d betrayed Rapunzel and left her to meet her maker. But there was something so genuine in Rapunzel. She poured her heart into everything, even into respecting Stalyan, which made no sense. Stalyan had clearly antagonized her again and again, yet she still came back with that blind trust and belief that there was good in everyone. She couldn’t go through with it. So she helped Rapunzel, and together the two of them were a pair that no one else could beat.

But she could see how Rider and Rapunzel loved each other, much more than either them ever had or ever could love her. So she gave them her blessing, and moved on. It was what they deserved. To be happy without her muddling up the mix. It didn’t mean that she didn’t love them each in her own way. Really, maybe self-sacrifice was its own form of love. And maybe that meant that there was some good in her after all.