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Rosa Diaz has never done romance well, an aromantic character study.

#brooklyn nine nine #rosa diaz #aromantic rosa diaz #grey/lithromantic rosa diaz #fanfiction #fanfic writing #happy ending #just not a romantic one #aromantic people don't need to be fixed

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The problem with naming a fic a song title is every time I look at the title I immediately start singing that song.

#new fic #writing problems #theater kid problems

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It's been a while and it will be a few more months until the next chapter. Please keep reading, even through the long breaks, writer's block is killing me. Until next time, Mattie.

#aromantic #asexual #bisexual #comingofage #genderfluid #highschool #lesbian #lgbt #nonbinary #queer #theater #teen-fiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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I'm Not Going Anywhere (I Don't Have a Choice) - Chapter Four (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/hUUCjySC1Y Dylan lives in Colorado, Cam lives in California. They are pen-pals, Dylan just wants to make a new friend, Cam just wants to keep the ones she already has, but they're graduating and leaving her behind.

#aromantic #asexual #bisexual #comingofage #genderfluid #highschool #lesbian #lgbt #nonbinary #queer #theater #teen-fiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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I'm Not Going Anywhere (I Don't Have a Choice) - Chapter 3 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/HklYadi6PY Dylan lives in Colorado, Cam lives in California. They are pen-pals, Dylan just wants to make a new friend, Cam just wants to keep the ones she already has, but they're graduating and leaving her behind.

Chapter 3! Next week will likely be the next of the constant updates. I’m about half-way done with chapter 5 though so who knows.

#aromantic #asexual #bisexual #comingofage #genderfluid #highschool #lesbian #lgbt #nonbinary #queer #theater #teen-fiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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I'm Not Going Anywhere (I Don't Have a Choice) - Chapter Two (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/20bAnSjvEY Dylan lives in Colorado, Cam lives in California. They are pen-pals, Dylan just wants to make a new friend, Cam just wants to keep the ones she already has, but they're graduating and leaving her behind.

Chapter Two is up, check it out.

#aromantic #asexual #bisexual #comingofage #genderfluid #highschool #lesbian #lgbt #nonbinary #queer #theater #teen-fiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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I’m Not Going Anywhere (I Don’t Have a Choice) (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/Dvi2Vi5vuY Dylan lives in Colorado, Cam lives in California. They are pen-pals, Dylan just wants to make a new friend, Cam just wants to keep the ones she already has, but they’re graduating and leaving her behind.

This is a story that I’m probably actually going to finish, I have the first four chapters written and I will likely be publishing on Fridays until I run out of prewritten chapters and then it will be whenever I finish the chapters.

#aromantic #asexual #bisexual #queer #theater

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Why Are They So Loud

The first time she hears a gun go off she jumps. The noise is too loud, she doesn’t like it. She’s at a gun range so she doesn’t say anything. Sara is the one who brings her. Somehow she gets talked into shooting a pistol, by the end of it she’s in tears and having a hard time breathing. Guns terrify her, how much damage they can do, the fact that they can be hidden so easily. She jumps when everyone else’s guns go off in her group, even with the headphones the noise is too loud. Most of her bullets don’t even hit the target. Sara is in the group that goes after her, Sara doesn’t know how it affects her until after she’s done. Sara holds her until she has calmed down.

A couple months later Sara and Nyssa are watching a military movie when they invite her to join them. The movie is about a genocide in a small African country. She doesn’t know why she stays. She’s on the verge of a panic attack before the other two notice something is wrong. There are too many guns, too many people dying. It’s all the machetes, though, that fall out of the back of the truck that sends her over the edge. They turn off the movie, and cuddle around her. Their arms wrap around her before asking if she wants to go to bed. She nods, on the verge of tears, and tries to calm herself down. Later they watch a different movie about the Holocaust. She doesn’t panic this time. She’s not sure if it’s because it’s in black and white or because most of the deaths aren’t by the guns but by the gas chambers.

She’s not sure when she first realized that she was afraid of guns. She remembers that one time when she was younger, 8 or 9, and she played hide and seek with her friend, she crawled into her mom’s closet and found 2 shotguns or maybe rifles. She asked her mom about them, she’s told that they are her grandfather’s from World War II. They have no ammo or gun powder. They still scare her though, she avoids going into her mother’s closet for about a year after.

Sara doesn’t really understand her fear. Why would she, she grew up with a cop for a father. Nyssa doesn’t either. They don’t need to though, they still protect her no matter what. Sara follows her father’s footsteps and also becomes a cop. She doesn’t like it at first but Sara keeps her guns locked up separate from the ammo and gun powder like it should be. Sara understands where her fear comes from, even Nyssa is worried for her. They both worry that Sara will get injured or killed working but it’s what she loves. Nyssa also works in law enforcement but she works as a detective, after everyone has already left the scene. She prefers to work behind the scenes in forensics, staying behind her computer screen. She finds it funny how all three of them work at the same place.

She wakes up from a nightmare one night. Some kids have been kidnapped, she helps them escape but then the kidnapper comes after all of them with a gun. It’s recurring but she doesn’t tell Sara or Nyssa. She knows that they both have worse nightmares from their time on the force. They’ve seen worse things. They wake up thrashing or screaming, she only breathes heavier, it doesn’t wake them up. She knows that they would want to know, but she can’t tell them.

One time she’s at school during a real lockdown. She’s taking a test online and the teacher won’t let any of them get their phones from their bags. Thankfully she’s in a room with no windows. The teacher can’t or won’t tell them what’s wrong. About 15 minutes in they all realize they still have their laptops and someone looks up what’s happening. A note was found in the bathroom saying someone was going to shoot up the school. Several students saw the note before anyone reported it. The thing that kept her the most calm that day was the fact that they never heard any loud noises. Most of the students in her class were either on news sites reading the story or watching the live feed. About an hour in one kid’s phone went off and the teacher made him put his phone back in his bag after he turned it off. She wasn’t sure why he didn’t just talk to his parents who clearly were the ones calling him. Later when she got her phone back she found about 100 messages from her friends, all talking to each other and worried about her because she wasn’t answering, all knowing about her fear of guns. None of the texts were from her mother who didn’t even know about the lockdown until she got home that night. She hopes she’s never in a lockdown again, but then again, doesn’t everyone wish that they are never in a lockdown.

One year at school her history teacher was telling them what to do during an emergency situation. She gave examples of times she was in actual lockdowns with armed strangers at her previous schools. She’s not even sure the teacher saw how she was affected by the stories. It was the kind of situation where she wasn’t even sure that if she had said something, the teacher would have let her leave. By the end she was crying quietly and shaking. She knew that the other kids probably saw her but at that point she didn’t really care. Her main focus was getting control of herself. Her mind had been overloaded with information she didn’t ask for and didn’t want with no way out.

She did go to a cop training example at the academy, she shot the “bad guy” with the rifle and then reloaded it. This was before the gun range, before she decided to never pick up a gun again. She didn’t even realize she reloaded it, Sara and Nyssa had to tell her. Felicity Smoak jumps the rest of the times she hears a gun go off. Sara takes Nyssa with her whenever she goes to the gun range now. She never wants to hold a gun again and her girlfriends understand. link to ao3

#arrow #Nyssa al Ghul #felicity smoak #sara lance #cw guns #i didn't have a character in mind while writing this #i apologize for felicity seeming out of character #i know she's jewish

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Best of Wives and Best of Women

Nyssa, come back to sleep

I have an early meeting out of town

Sara felt Nyssa leave their bed. Normally it didn’t wake her but she was already awake due to a nightmare. Nyssa had just gotten back from a business trip and didn’t have any reason to be getting up so early. What Sara didn’t know was that the vigilante that the news had been talking about in the town over was Nyssa.

Alexi, their daughter, was still sleeping when she left. She was six, that was part of the reason that Sara was speaking quietly to Nyssa.

It's still dark outside

I know. I just have to write something down

Nyssa went into the kitchen to leave a note for Sara, normally she didn’t because she would be back before her Beloved awoke or she was there during one of her business trips, but Sara knew that Nyssa was leaving and this mission she knew was going to take longer, so she left a note telling her she was safe.

Habibti,

I am safe. I will return before noon, you and Alexi need not worry.

Your Beloved,

Nyssa

She left it on the counter in the kitchen next to the pot of coffee that she knew her little yellow bird would come for once she was really awake in the morning.

Why do you always write like you’re running out of time?

Shhh

Come back to bed. That would be enough

I’ll be back before you know I’m gone

Nyssa looked back at the note before thinking it would be better to put on the table in their room. That way it would be the first thing Sara saw. Nyssa went to their closet and opened a panel in the very back, farther than Sara would go into the closet to retrieve her uniform and her bow. The news had been calling her The Hood due to the hood she used to cover her face but she preferred Ra’s al Ghul, The Demon’s Head in Arabic. In her building she had a secret hideout underneath but she didn’t trust leaving her uniform their.

Come back to sleep

This meeting’s at dawn

Well, I’m going back to sleep

Hey. Best of wives and best of women

Before she left Nyssa placed a light kiss on Sara’s temple. She then went to say goodbye to Alexi who hadn’t woken up during all of this. She kissed her forehead before heading out to her office building.

When she got there she saw one of the people, Felicity, she thinks her name is, from IT is there. “Ms. Raatko, I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here this early.”

“Yes, well neither was I, now if you will excuse me,” she said as she gestured to the door.

“Of course, may I ask why you’re here this early?”

“No you may not,” and with that Nyssa left to go to the basement leaving a very confused Felicity standing on the front steps of the building.

2 hours later Sara finally woke up again. She saw the note first and while she was confused she trusted that her Beloved would be okay and return safely. Sara had just put the note down when a very energetic six year old leaped onto the bed. “Good morning Mommy,” she looked around, “where’s Mama?”

“Mama is still out of town, remember she said that she would get home after you went to sleep? Well she’s just a little late,” Sara told her, she really hoped that she would be okay. link to ao3

#nyssara #sara lance #nyssa al ghul #best of wives and best of women #song fic

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How Did We End Up Here

I can’t find the original prompt but it was something along the lines of the couch isn’t big enough for all three of your ot3

It’s movie night again, this happens every time. All three of them fight for the loveseat, which only holds two people. Well two of them fight, Nyssa just glares at one of them until they move. Sara and Nyssa get to the couch first, Sara’s feet are curled up underneath her and pushed against the arm of the couch. As soon as Oliver walks over he knows that one of them is going to move. He picks up Sara from where she’s sitting, he knows that Nyssa will just glare at him so instead he deals with Sara’s protests. She squirms almost enough to get dropped but he sits down first.

He drops Sara on the floor and she immediately scrambles back onto the couch. Neither of them are willing to move so she just lies on top of them, her head in Nyssa’s lap. They’re watching some Christmas movie but Nyssa is braiding her hair and dragging her fingers through it so she’s having a hard time concentrating. Her feet are in Ollie’s lap, he keeps dragging his nails across the bottoms of her feet, she may have kicked him rather hard to get him to stop. All in all it’s a good night, and it may or may not have ended up with all three of them without clothing. link to ao3

#ot3 #polyamory #arrow #sara lance #nyssa al ghul #oliver queen #nysara #ollie/nyssa #ollie/sara