#Heather x Valencia

[bluesadansey]

crazy ex girlfriend for the fandom asks 💙

the first character i ever fell in love with: Rebecca how could it not be she’s one of the protagonists of all time

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: I was pretty neutral on Nathaniel in s2-3 but dislike him more in s4, also I still like him but I liked Greg less after spending time in the fandom because even though I share the opinion of a lot of people who enjoy him and Rebecca more than her other m/f dynamics some of the ‘team Greg’ coalition could be insufferable about the level of focus they wanted for that.

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: n/a

my ultimate favorite character™: Rebecca Bunch. Valencia is second I adore her

prettiest character: Valencia Perez

my most hated character: technically it’s Ted and Naomi, of the mains Nathaniel could pull here again more so in s4 than the previous seasons

my OTP: Rebecca x Valencia

my Notp: nothing really reaches that level of vitriol but Rebecca/Nathaniel and Heather/Hector would be my least favorites out of the primary pairings, former for the reasons I said and then the latter just seemed like a lame pair the spares attempt that didn’t do much for Heather’s character arc

favorite episode: Josh is Irrelevant is a perfect episode IMO but my most rewatched is Why is Josh’s Girlfriend Eating Carbs? so that’s my comfort ep lol.

saddest death: n/a

favorite season: s2! would say 2-3a if that counts

least favorite season: s4 but I still like it way more than most other tv / think it’s a decent concluding season, but yeah it’s the one I feel least compelled to rewatch

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: Nathaniel doesn’t really count because he’s so polarizing and I can’t really think of an alternative

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: idk Audra Levine maybe? Rebecca herself could arguably count but I’m not inclined to be apologetic about that lolz

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: maybe Josh Chan he isn’t a fav-fav but I like him he’s a good I want the best for him.

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: not really applicable I kind of like Rebecca x Audra Levine as an idea but I don’t feel guilt about it

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Greg x Rebecca

#asks #catty-words #crazy ex girlfriend #ty!

[typhra]

OCs and their tags (MANY ARE MISSING I KNOW):

A

Albert Breckenridge: 🦇

Alex Malovich: 🏏

Alice Lee: 🏍️

Archaea: 💻

Austin: ❄️

Auth: 🐉

Azrael Kimberly: 👼

B

C

Chayn: 🌙

Corvus: 🕊️

Crosse Punition: 🍄

Cruz Nainaremop: 🐩

D

Damien: 🏕️

Darian: 🐕

Dokgo Hyeon: 📄

Doyle Arendale: ⚔️

E

F

Faxlore: ☀️

Fléau Mars Puntion: ⚜️

G

Oliver 'Gash' Ayre: 🐱

Gato Punition: 😸

Gaz Horanthis: ⌚

Glück: ❌

Greg Darvin: 🎨

H

Hallow: 🎃

Heather Lee: 🦋

Hinatea Teuira: 🌌

Holo: 🌟

I

Ivan Burkov: 🫂

J

Jaunry Kjellberg: 🍺

K

Kelary Dejano: 💙

L

Limbichip: 🚁

M

Miar: 🤫

Mönkhtsetseg: 🪷

N

O

P

Paige: 📝

Paléna Valencia Calderón: 9️⃣3️⃣1️⃣

Pelth McNeil: 🔫

Prayut Rueng: 🖕

Prince: 👑

Protoccult: 🖥️

Q

R

Raion: ⚰️

Ruhe: ⭕

S

Sai Sarki: 📚

Sal Dube: 🏵️

Sherb/Black Ice: 🍧

T

U

Üzüntü: ☔

V

W

X

Y

Ying Ducieux: 🤞

Z

[konmarkimageswords]

In Arte Arcana Death 105 awesome artists share their visions of death, mortality, memento mori, Hades, skull & bones, graveyards, and related subjects. 

Featured artists:

Adam Chiodo, Agustin S. Lobos, Alan Lathwell, Alcides Burn, Alejandro Blasi, Alejandro Colucci, Alex Eckman-Lawn, Andrej Bartulović, Andrzej Kuziola, Angelo Roccagli, Ardha Lepa, Artur Szolc, Augusto Peixoto, Bahrull Marta, Benjamin A Vierling, Björn Gooßes, Blacksshark, Cadence Bennett, Caleb Dickenson, Camille Alquier, Camille Murgue, Candice Angélini, Christina Dressel, Christine Moren, Christophe Prades, Cláudio "Bharaduur" Moreira, Cyril Lawniczak, Daniel Bollans, Daniel Francisco, Daniel Valencia, Danielle Masek, David Berbel, Dávid Busai, David Ocampo, Declan Tiger, Devil-M, Devinez, Dis-Art Design Hans, Douglas Alvarenga, Drowned Orange, Galen Baudhuin, Gavin Sodo, Geert Kroes, George Martzoukos, George Patsouras, GodLikeIkons, Alexey Sivitsky, Heather Rose, Heidi Tailleferr, Ikosidio, Theopisti Tiftikoglou, Isabel Maria Gonzalez, Jamie Christ, Jan Maly, Jesus Lhysta, John Paul Whetzel, Josh Beamish, Kacper Gilka, Ken Coleman, Ken Jeremiassen, Ken Miller, Kon Markogiannis, Kornel Kwieciński, Le Nevralgie Costanti, Leon Bakalarz, Ludovic Robin, Márcio Blasphemator, Michael Peter Stokes, Michele Sanguin, Mike Redman, Mothmeister, Nestor Avalos, Nethern Temple Designs, Oswaldo Castillo, Parjo Surodilogo, Paul McCarroll, Paul Thureau, Paula Golemo, Rheblys, Roberto Toderico, Ruslan Stanchula, Ryan Clark, Sam Hayles, Scott Shellhamer, Sebastian Jerke, Shuel Duo, Simon Bossert, Sludgework Megan Umpleby, Steve Knerem, The Iron Parasite, Thomas Ewerhard, Timbul Cahyono, Timo Wuerz, Truly Lost, Violence Artwork Nanda Dika, Vladimir Smerdulak Chebakov, Vladislav Cadaversky, Waclaw Traier, Yannick Bouchard, Yuriy Skorohod.

A4 Portrait 210mm x 297mm (11.7inch x 8.3inch) Hardback  Silk laminated dust jacket Over 232 pages 150gsm silk paper Limited to 1000

#Youtube

[catty-words]

heather/valencia - haircut

"How many classes have you taken again?" Valencia asks as she straddles the toilet seat in Rebecca and Heather's house.

"This is my first," Heather says in that same casual tone she uses for everything. Like the idea alone isn't enough to give Valencia a heart attack. "But I've been told I have very steady hands. Not by my professor, or anything. I roll a very tight joint, though."

"Oh," is all Valencia can think to say to that. Then, after swallowing hard, she asks, "Why couldn't you use a wig to practice on?"

"That's not the assignment."

"What is the assignment?" She tries to keep the sharp edge out of her voice because she really doesn't want to screw up this test of friendship - or Heather's actual, literal test - but she likes her hair the way it is and she's actually not sure if she wants to trade bad bangs for fulfilling female friendship. Then again, maybe she does. She's still kind of making up her mind.

"Relax," Heather says, and Valencia's pretty sure she hears a smile in her voice. She goes to turn around, but Heather stops her with a warm hand in the middle of her back. "Wait," she says, "I'm getting the before picture."

"Oh, god."

"Come on," Heather says, and then she starts to run a comb through Valencia's hair. "Don't you trust me?"

Against her will, Valencia feels herself leaning back into the motion, feels tingles start up at the crown of her head. She closes her eyes. "I could. You know, maybe."

"Depends on how badly I fuck up your hair," Heather says matter-of-factly. Like she gets what a big deal this is to her and isn't judging Valencia for it.

"You'd better not fuck it up at all," she says, though the usual bite is totally absent from her words.

Heather's definitely smiling when she says, "Don't worry. I'm more likely to give up before we even get to the cutting part than I am to fail."

"That's not as comforting as I think you meant it to be," Valencia says, but she exhales the tension from her body.

"Yeah," Heather says, agreeing easily. "But it's the truth."

send me a ship + prompt and I’ll write a three sentence fic

#heather x valencia #crazy ex girlfriend #three sentence fics #notbang #replies

[strideofpride]

Top 10 ships Involving POC in 10 different fandoms (🌟friendship edition🌟)

tagged by @donnas-troia

1. Rory x Lane (Gilmore Girls)

2. Winston x Cece (New Girl)

3. Spencer x Coop (All American)

4. Zoe x Lavon (Hart of Dixie)

5. Zoey x Mo (Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist)

6. Rufus x Lucy (Timeless)

7. Chidi x Jason (The Good Place)

8. Dan x Vanessa (Gossip Girl)

9. Heather x Valencia (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend)

10. Angie x Poppy (Single Parents)

I tag @mysteriesofloves @blairhumphrey @01sucre @nateserenas @finehs and anyone else who wants to do it!

#if i tagged you last time and not this time its cause i forgot haha #im just pulling urls off the top of my head #also the spencer coop gif isnt great cause you cant see spencer #but tumblrs in post gif searcher sucks #rory x lane #winston x cece #spencer x coop #zoe x lavon #zoey x mo #rufus x lucy #chidi x jason #dan x vanessa #heather x valencia #angie x poppy

[crazyexedits]

#crazyexedit #crazy ex girlfriend #heather davis #valencia perez #heather x valencia #2x05 #*

[notbang]

happy birthday, @quarterfromcanon! [x]

#i would have done you some proper art but today has been busy so this little doodle it is #seeing your tag essays on my dash always brightens my day #so hope this brightens yours a little! #crazy ex girlfriend #heather x valencia #rebecca bunch #heather davis #valencia perez #my art #ceg fanart #sjhgd i haven't touched my copics in about two years but heather's streaks were a worthy cause i think

[hexalt]

i’m obsessed with this idea & art of valencia struggling with compulsory heterosexuality & then realizing she’s a lesbian, so i wrote my take on the songs that could’ve been

⁠ —

“I Like Guys” to the tune of “I Have Friends”

[YOUNG VALENCIA] i like guys i definitely like guys no one can say that i do not like guys!

i like boys i definitely like boys boys, boys, boyish boys time to meet the boys!

[MIGUEL - 5 years old] i’m miguel!

[JOHN PAUL - 7 years old] john paul…

[UNNAMED BOY] your kindergarten boyfriend who turned out to be gay!

[UNNAMED GIRL - 11 years old ] girlfriend of antonio you were so jealous of

[UNNAMED BOY - 12 years old] boy that you simply tolerated

[OLDER VALENCIA - season 1 look, long hair, hyperfeminine] i like guys, i definitely like guys!

oh yeah! i like guys i definitely like guys objectively, i can say that i like all the guys!

i like men i definitely like men men, men, manly men time to meet the men!

[JOSH CHAN] i’m josh!

[FATHER BRAH - wearing the varsity jacket] and i’m joseph!

[UNNAMED MAN 1 - looks & sounds like a total creep, holding a stack of papers] teacher who took complete advantage of you during high school!

[UNNAMED MAN 2] boyfriend who was nice to you so obviously you were in love

[UNNAMED MAN 3 - preppy, obnoxious-looking, blonde guy; has the voice/accent of someone who orders “guac”; imagine someone who could almost be a cousin to nathaniel] white guy who always rolled his R’s when talking to you

[BOTH VALENCIAS] we like guys we definitely like guys no one can say that we do not like guys

we like men we definitely like men men, men, manly men we like all the men! cool!

—

“I Like Girls” (first verse can be the entire song sung slowly as a reprise OR whole thing in the same upbeat fashion to “I Have Friends”)

[VALENCIA] i like girls i definitely like girls can everybody tell that i really like girls?

i like girls i definitely like girls butch, femme, all of them i like all the girls!

[ROSA - 16 years old] i’m rosa!

[HEATHER DAVIS] heather…

[LARGE GROUP OF GIRLS - in varying party, quinceañera & club looks from the 00s to 2018, 13 - 30 years old] all the girls you made out with for a guy’s attention

[REBECCA BUNCH] josh chan’s ex?!

[MARIA] the reason you changed your name!

[UNNAMED WOMAN - butch. key ring on belt, leather jacket, holding motorcycle helmet] rando you saw on the street and fantasized about?

[VALENCIA] i like girls, i definitely like girls

oh yeah! i like girls i definitely like girls objectively, i can say i actually like girls

i like girls i definitely like girls butch, femme, all of them i like all the girls! cool!

#crazy ex girlfriend #valencia perez #crazy ex gf #ceg #cxgf #heather x valencia #i have friends #rebecca x valencia #compulsory heterosexuality #lesbian #lgbt #latine #lyrics #mine #* #long post

[quarterfromcanon]

Evading

Heather & Valencia - Femslash February - Day 27 - Quiet [2,207 words] 

Valencia sank onto the outdoor lounge chair with a weary sigh that seemed to rise from the depths of her soul. She shut her eyes and tried to let the pleasant evening temperature mute her thoughts. The glaring sunlit afternoon gave way to a moderate nightfall around her. Splashes of warm colors seeped across the faded blue sky.

A sliver of tentative optimism, or at least the willingness to fight for a brighter outlook, had at last been restored inside the house. Their friend had accepted her recent diagnosis and was prepared to seek treatment. It was the most hope they’d had since before Rebecca disappeared, but such a potentially fragile thread did not provide the type of irrefutable comfort Valencia craved. 

She reached for one of the throw pillows and clutched it near her chest. Even though she had finally allowed herself to cry, Valencia’s throat ached from the countless times she’d suppressed sobs over the past six days. She hid her face behind the fabric of the cushion and curled onto her side.

“Hey.”

Valencia tensed. She sat upright to turn toward the sound. Heather leaned against a nearby pillar with her arms folded over her stomach.

“Hi,” Valencia replied softly.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

Valencia tilted her chin at the vacant lounger. Heather shucked her jacket and swung it across the chair. She reclined to observe the lingering clouds. They were stretched thin and etched in purples and grays like the passage of hours had left them ashen and bruised. Valencia studied them too, but doing so left her feeling small and overwhelmed all over again.

“God, this has been the longest week of my entire life.”

A humorless laugh puffed out of Heather’s chest on an exhale. “Same.”

The two shared space without talking while the gradient above deepened its hues -- carmine becoming vermilion yet somehow blending seamlessly with saffron and amber.

“V?”

“Mm?”

“Are we okay?”

Valencia smoothed the ruffles on her shirt. “I don’t know,” she admitted, “... but I want to be.”

“Me, too.” Heather pushed stray curls aside and grimaced. “The past one hundred and forty-nine hours have really driven home how everything can go from fine to fucked up with no break in between.”

“You counted?”

“I’ve had a lot of spare time on my hands once it gets dark. You weren’t wrong about that... during our fight last night... I haven’t been sleeping. Like, almost at all.”

Valencia craned to look at Heather, although her view was limited given the angle of their chairs. “Yeah, well, I can’t take too much credit for riddling that one out. The shadows under your eyelids gave it away.”

Heather rolled over and propped her chin on both hands. “I’m surprised you didn’t throw some new concealer at me from one of your swag bags.”

Genuine giggles felt impossible to muster, but they offered each other feeble smiles.

“I really spiraled, didn’t I?” Valencia tucked her lower lip into her mouth.

Heather brushed Valencia’s forearm with her fingertips but did not allow the caress to linger. “We both did. Yours was just on a broader scale.”

“Global.”

Heather inclined her head in recognition. “Even when you’re avoiding your problems, you don’t do anything half-assed.”

“No. That wouldn’t be on-brand.” Valencia’s expression was self-deprecating. 

Heather put a pillow under her face to take the pressure off her palms. She wrapped both arms around the cushion and stared into the middle distance. “I shouldn’t have brought Hector to the hospital,” she declared without preamble. “He was a distraction, like you said. I needed to be there physically but not mentally, and he was the only person removed enough from the situation that I could do that. I was able to talk about something else - anything else - and I couldn’t pass it up because that little waiting room made me so antsy. The thing is, I already wasn’t alone before he tagged along. I had you. But once Hector came to keep me company, you didn’t have me. And that wasn’t fair. Paula was keeping watch; I was checking out, and there you were, dealing with a lot of this by yourself. I should’ve realized that before, but it didn’t register until after everything. I’m sorry.”

Valencia blinked and inhaled deeply. “I’m sorry, too. I took it all too far. The vlogs, the way I’ve been acting around Hector, how I’ve treated you -- everything.” 

Their eyes met. For a moment, the events prior to the crisis hung in the air between them and they paused, motionless. Valencia fought to avoid the memory of their kiss, but she felt the contact as vividly as if it were happening again in the present. 

Heather gulped. Her response was so faint that Valencia read her lips to verify the words. “It’s okay. I forgive you. Do you forgive me?”

Valencia’s eyes burned but she held Heather’s gaze. She nodded as her vision swam.

“Good.” Heather turned to the side, concealing her features from scrutiny.

Their conversation tapered off once more. The night descended in earnest, leaving their surroundings shrouded, and Heather briefly departed to turn on the courtyard lights. When she returned, she pulled the jacket onto her shoulders and rubbed the sleeves.

“It feels weird. This is the first time since it happened that the silence hasn’t made my skin crawl. Living with Rebecca, there’s kinda always a lot of racket, y’know? She’s making a reference, cooking up some scheme, going on a rant, or nagging me to try something new. It never stops. So, when it did, when the house was actually quiet...” Heather shuddered.

“It was a constant reminder that she wasn’t around,” Valencia supplied, “like her absence left a void of white noise and emptiness.”

“Yeah.” Heather jammed both fists into the pockets of her shorts.

Valencia drew her knees up to her torso. “I kept wanting to go outside, thinking it would help me breathe, but for some reason it only pissed me off.”

“Why?”

“I hated that nothing was different. The weather was good. The people passing by were busy with their own business. The planet just kept spinning the same way it always does. For all of them, existence was the same, but for me, everything was a single sentence away from falling apart. It made me want to scream.”

Heather joined Valencia on the second lounger. “I don’t think any of us would’ve blamed you if you had.”

“I was just afraid that, once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop.” Valencia watched as a few stars winked into visibility beyond the glow from the city. “The only thing I wanted, all this time, was for my life to go back to how it was. But now that our routines are picking up where they left off, and we have to go back to work, I don’t know if anything will ever be truly normal.”

Heather mirrored Valencia’s seated position and draped her elbows over her kneecaps. “I think what we consider ‘normal’ changes with us. There’s not a set standard. I mean, think about the years before Rebecca. Would literally anything that’s happened since have been ‘normal’ to you back then?”

Valencia’s mouth twitched. “Not at all.”

“Exactly.”

They adjusted by degrees until they were angled toward one another, almost facing directly but not quite.

“Heather?”

“Yeah?”

“I really need a hug.” 

Heather glanced up to see Valencia looking so weary and forlorn that she couldn’t help but give her a sympathetic pout. “Fine. The sad Tweety Bird eyes are wearing me down. Scoot over here.”

Valencia gratefully did so, and Heather draped an arm across both her shoulders. Heather’s cheek rested atop Valencia’s hair. Though Valencia attempted to keep her voice steady, fresh tears spilled along her cheekbones. “This friend group... what we have... it’s what matters most to me. I can’t lose that now. I just can’t.”

Heather tightened their embrace while the bridge of Valencia’s nose pressed against her neck. “I know,” she whispered. “Neither can I.”

Valencia succumbed to helpless weeping for the second time that day. The warm droplets fell onto the skin pressed flush with her own. Heather’s breathing became uneven yet she somehow maintained her stoicism. Her knuckles rubbed Valencia’s shoulder blade in absentminded ellipses. 

The curtain over one of the double doors folded away and Paula appeared on the other side of the glass. Heather awkwardly raised her free hand in greeting.

Paula jerked a thumb in the direction of Rebecca’s bedroom then lifted folded hands beside her cheek, pantomiming sleep. Heather nodded in response. She pointed to Valencia and dragged a fingertip down her own jaw to indicate crying. Paula moved her index fingers back and forth in a gesture that clearly said, ‘Should Mama Paula step in?’ Heather subtly shook her head and rested a palm over her chest. ‘I’ve got this.’ Paula gave an encouraging salute. She held her fists at ten and two while mouthing, ‘I’m going home.’ Heather waved. Paula blew them both a kiss even though Valencia wouldn’t see and then departed.

“Is she heading back to her house?” Valencia mumbled.

“Who?”

“Paula.”

“How--”

“I could feel you moving,” Valencia explained. “Also, Rebecca would’ve come outside if she knew Heather hugs were available for a limited time only.”

“She does appreciate a good cuddle,” Heather acknowledged.

“We’ll offer her a rain check for tomorrow since she missed this one.”

“Deal.”

They let the tension leave their muscles while the sounds of distant cars and a neighbor’s muffled music drifted through the night. Valencia leaned away just as Heather looked down at her. She noticed how Heather’s gaze drifted to her lips and found herself similarly distracted. Her pulse quickened and Valencia shivered with fear and longing. Heather’s expression changed in a way that brought about a stomach twist of guilt, a frown-forced-into-a-smile that Valencia had learned to recognize as the instant personal feelings were put on the back burner in favor of sympathy. 

“We should probably go back.” Heather let her arm fall to her side and stood.

Valencia worked to ignore the tingling left behind by Heather’s touch. “Okay.”

They went inside but only took a few steps before their movement stilled again. Heather glanced in the direction of the bedrooms while Valencia reluctantly peered through the darkness at the front door. 

“Does it make me a coward if I really want to put off going to my apartment for one more night?”

Heather hooked her thumbs in her pockets. “Is it pathetic that I’m so tired my vision keeps going out of focus but I don’t think I can sleep in my bed?”

They answered one another in unison: “No.”

Heather walked backward and held up a hand. “Wait here.”

She returned a minute later with two pillows from her room, a sheet, and a quilt. Heather dropped a pillow on the right side of the couch and, after brief hesitation, let the sheet pool beside it. She put the second pillow and quilt on the chaise. 

Valencia accepted the unspoken invitation and stretched along the sofa. “Thank you.”

Heather shrugged. “We can navigate the revised definition of normal tomorrow, right?”

Valencia gave an affirmative nod as she slid under the sheet. “The world can wait just a little longer.”

Heather spread the quilt across her legs and gripped a corner of the cloth in her fist. “Cool.”

Valencia situated herself more comfortably. A familiar blend of outdoor smells rose from the satin case when she nestled against it. She circled her arms around the pillow and relaxed. Valencia crossed the line between waking and dreaming without marked delineation, but her return to full awareness was easy to pinpoint due to its catalyst. 

Heather was stuck in a nightmare.

The sharp gasp roused Valencia first, followed by a nearly imperceptible whine. She twisted to squint through the gloom. Heather’s body twitched and her fingers clenched by her sides. Her face angled into the moonlight, and Valencia thought for a second that she saw moisture glistening on the ends of her eyelashes.

Valencia’s mouth formed her name without sound. ‘Heathe...’

She untangled herself from the sheet and knelt on the floor. Her hands flitted through the air with uncertainty. The simple act of drifting off had been so difficult for Heather lately that Valencia hesitated to wake her, but leaving her tormented by a troubled mind was out of the question. Valencia tucked the quilt more securely around Heather’s restless form, cocooning her, and ran a soothing palm over her furrowed brow.

“Everyone’s all right. Just rest. It’s all right. We’re all here.”

Heather’s features smoothed and her breathing slowed to a steady pattern. Valencia sighed with relief. She waited on the ground a while longer, just to make sure no further distress arose. Heather remained serene, mercifully restful after an exhausting ordeal.

“Why do I get the sense you’d be angry your subconscious made you vulnerable?” Valencia joked in a gentle murmur. She shook her head and returned to her spot on the couch. “Well, for what it’s worth considering you’re too fast asleep to hear this right now, I’ll keep your secret safe.”

#H+V FF #CEG Writing by Me #Helencia #Heather x Valencia #One more to go!

[anthropologicalhands]

ceg fic: forest for the trees

title: forest for the trees pairing: heather/valencia summary: a few simple actions can be better than the most eloquent love letters. notes: This was supposed to be a ficlet for Valentine's Day, except that I was late getting it out and also the prompt, "love letters", vanished about halfway through and could now only be squeezed into the summary, so it's more in the spirit of the thing than a direct response. Thanks goes to @catty-words - this was a great list and it was really fun seeing all the ficlets and art unfold this month!

Heather is setting down the last of the serving dishes at the kitchen table when she hears Valencia’s key turn in the lock.

“Oh my God. What happened in here?”

Heather looks up to find Valencia at the door, only one foot through the threshold, just staring at the arrangement. Heather admits that it is a pretty impressive sight, with dozens of flickering candles clustered at the center of the table, on the counters and even floating in bowls of water. The room in general that has been transformed into a candlelit fantasyland. Candles not just in red and white and pink but oxblood and vanilla and carnation. And that doesn’t even begin to touch on the roses.

Heather is quite proud of the roses, actually: all arranged elegantly in non-candlelit spaces without the possibility of becoming potential fire hazards.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, obviously,” says Heather. “Didn’t you want to eat in because of your appointment with Hilda the Heinous?”

“Oh, I remember,” says Valencia, getting over her shock long enough to get inside and enter the kitchen proper, still staring in awe at the decorations. “But oh my God. How long did this take you? How much did it cost?” There’s a faint edge of horror to her question—Heather doesn’t entirely blame her, given the apparent bloodthirstiness of the florists Valencia has been contending with in her quest to wrangle vendors.

“Not long. I mean, getting everything was pretty easy, I already had to order roses and stuff in bulk for Home Base anyways –turns out people get really disappointed if you don’t do appropriate holiday dressing.”

“Oh.” Valencia cocks her head to the side, one hand reaching out and absently brushing the petals of the nearest arrangement. “I thought you were just going to hang a lot of banners with jokes about getting to the right bases. What happened there?”

“Yeah, I wanted to do that, but those parents who come in and drink in the middle of the afternoon get really uptight about mild innuendo, so…paper hearts and a million roses it is.”

Heather leans back, watching as Valencia walks through the kitchen, clearly impressed by everything she is seeing. She’s smiling softly, eyes alight. But then, for no discernible reason that Heather can see, Valencia pauses, and her smile slips right off.

“Everything okay?” asks Heather, her concern not quite breaking through her layer of chill, but her skin prickles with unease.

“This isn’t about what I said last week, is it?” asks Valencia, sounding surprisingly timid.

“What?”

“You know, the whole…missing the trees for the forest thing? You were talking about seeing the big picture, not getting stuck on the details, and then I said—”

“That someone needs to tend to the trees, or else you miss the wood rot and the next thing you know the whole copse is dead,” finishes Heather. “Yeah, it was a very vivid image.”

“Thanks, I’m taking that new tutorial for—”

“Puns. Yeah, I know. I appreciate the good wordplay.”

“Right. Thanks.” Valencia twists at her purse strap, clearly still uneasy, and Heather isn’t quite sure why. Valencia is easy for her to read, and to not have that is unsettling.

“Vee, are you okay with this? Did I miss something?”

Valencia’s eyes, which had been vaguely scanning over the column of candles near Estrella, now snap back to meet Heather’s, surprised and mildly affronted; Heather feels herself relax a little bit because this Valencia, she can deal with.

“No! No, this looks so nice, I really do love it.” She sounds sincere, but still not entirely happy.

“Okay. Now that we have that settled, what’s wrong? You don’t seem happy.”

Valencia sighs, and rubs her forehead.

“I just want to know…that you know that I wasn’t…fishing for some big romantic thing for today, right?”

“Yeah, obviously—you don’t do that. You tell me what you want. It’s a key character trait. Why are you worried about that now?”

Valencia shrugs sheepishly. “I don’t know—well, I do know that, in the past, I have placed a lot of emphasis on doing things right and assuming that the appearance of success guaranteed it.”

Heather arches an eyebrow at her. “When I have ever felt obligated to do anything?”

Valencia giggles. “That’s very true.”

“See? But just because I don’t feel obligated, doesn’t mean I can’t take care of the details.” Heather folds her arms and leans back elegantly in her chair, more relieved than she would have thought to see how Valencia smiles. “And, I mean, you did have a point. I don’t miss stuff, but I won’t act on them, which can be not great in its own way and, like, I need to work on that. A forest is only a forest if there are trees and we need to make sure the trees are healthy. So, this is me…doing tree maintenance.”

Valencia grins. “Nice. You know, you have some sexy wordplay going on yourself.”

“What can I say? I’m good with the outdoorsy puns.”

“Yeah you are,” agrees Valencia, setting her bag on the counter. “And, to be fair, you were right about me, too. I might have a tendency to get a little obsessed with the details. Minor tunnel vision.”

“I mean, I’m not objecting,” says Heather, with a slight smile and raising her eyebrows. “It’s one of my favorite qualities about you. Intense focus. Telling me exactly what you’re looking for. It’s kind of fun and definitely sexy.”

Valencia preens.

“Also, I kind of remembered that given your past relationship history, it might be good to show that I do pay attention to the little things you like and do,” adds Heather. “And not because I’m scared of what you’ll do to me if I don’t. It’s because I care about you and I want to make you happy.”

Valencia melts, breaking out into a genuine, full-bodied smile that lights her up from the outside in.

“I love you too, Heather.”

She leans in and kisses Heather, tasting her lipstick, her hand coming up to brush her thumb against Heather’s cheekbone, palms cupping Heather’s jaw. She shivers pleasantly when Heather leans into it, arms tightening around Valencia’s waist, only to abruptly pull away, eliciting a displeased grunt from Heather.

“Right,” agrees Valencia, leaning back in, but still annoyingly not resuming any kissing. “Uh, so before we get into this, where’s Rebecca? Is she out for the evening?”

Heather raises her eyebrows pointedly at her. “Didn’t I tell you I took care of the details? She’s already promised not to stand in the way of romance tonight. Her words,” she adds, when Valencia’s expression briefly morphs from searching to outright skeptical. “Not mine.”

Valencia relaxes slightly, sinking further into Heather. “Good. And, to be clear, she definitely won’t be back for the rest of the night?”

Heather smirks. “Nope. She has some tree maintenance of her own. And when she does that, she likes spending the night all up in the branches. Which lets us stop beating around the bush, and just—”

“Get it on?” supplies Valencia, with a quirked brow.

“You know the song,” says Heather, and tugs her back down.

#crazy ex girlfriend #heather x valencia #heather davis #valencia perez #ellie writes fic #they are very fun #also the metaphor got a little out of hand

[ivebeenpracticingmyhumor]

Wow Valencia deserves real friends so much it hurts.

#valencia #valencia perez #gabrielle ruiz #crazy ex girlfriend #cegf #cxgf #cexgf #rachel bloom #rebecca bunch #friends #josh chan #heather davis #paula proctor #also can we just note that only a lesbian would be this forgiving of another girl #valencia is a lesbian #heather x valencia #valencia x heather #season 3 #she deserves so much better #heathers looking out for her though

[keanurise]

“i always knew i kinda liked you. you’re basic, but in an enjoyable way.” “thanks, bitch!”

#valencia perez #heather davis #heather x valencia #crazy ex gf #crazy ex girlfriend #honestly the most iconic duo #make em gay

[ravipanikar]

WHO’S THE COOL GIRL JOSH IS DATING? 2.07 | Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

#crazyexedit #crazy ex girlfriend #rebecca bunch #heather davis #tvedit #fyeahtv #dailytvfilmgifs #dailytvwomen #femaledaily #userbbelcher #* #*crazyexgf #c: rebecca bunch #c: heather davis #c: valencia perez #dyn: heather x rebecca x valencia #tv: crazy ex girlfriend

[catty-words]

For the ask meme: crazy ex

when heather starts unloading on valencia in the “wines?” scene in a way we rarely see her do because she’s more of a sounding board than the person who gets to sound off, but then the way she turns around and shuts it down when she realizes how cruel it is to put the stress of rebecca and josh’s wedding on valencia because of her personal stake in the affair. ugh. considerate girlfriends.

Send me a show, and I will tell you a specific moment from that show that I love with all my heart.

#readerofthewilderwest #replies #favorite show moments i love with all my heart #heather x valencia #crazy ex girlfriend

[wardo]

crazy ex girlfriend meme: (3/7) relationships » valencia and heather

#crazy ex girlfriend #crazyexedit #valencia perez #heather davis #heather x valencia #* #cegm

[fleetwoodhag]

i sense valencia being salty about heather and hector and i am living for it. tell me this isn’t build-up for healencia/valeather (or whatever the ship name is)

#heather x valencia #valencia x heather #heather davis #valencia perez #crazy ex girlfriend #cxg #ceg #i can feel it in my bones #i have faith in rachel and aline they'll never let us down