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fuckyeah-dragrace · 2 years

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Uhmm so I got a little distracted from what I was supposed to be working on(some angsty stuff) and I got this idea while I was out and about so wrote this instead and it’s a lil… spicy but I hope y’all enjoy it!

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Daya was sitting and let her mind wander as Jasmine played with Ava. She thought back to Jasmine mentioning she’d seen her mother before. She hadn’t pressed on in the moment but she couldn’t help but keep thinking back to that little detail.

“Hey Jazz.” Daya called from her spot. The blonde perked her head up, green eyes alert. Ava still babbling in lap, entertained by a plush koala Daya had gotten her. Jasmine hummed, tilting her chin up to beckon Daya on.

“You said you met my mom before that rehearsal, right?”

“Yeah.”

“When’s the last time you saw her?” Jasmines cheeks flushed as Ava babbled. Daya raised a brow but her lips began to quirk in a smirk.

“It was for my final at NYU. I had to… perform for her.” She said, stuttering and looking down and away from Daya. She sat up, only looking more and more intrigued.

“Perform?” Jasmine nodded, thinking Daya was done with her prodding but she was sorely mistaken. Daya got up from her seat and went to the kitchen absentmindedly tidying. “What? You performed some topless dance or something?” Daya asked jokingly. Jasmine got deathly quiet and her cheeks were a flaming red. Daya stood still and looked at Jasmine with wide eyes.

“Oh my god…”

“It was for my final grade!” Jasmine said quickly as Daya began to laugh, Ava now paying attention to the adults. Jasmine covered her face with her hands as Daya cackled in the kitchen.

“You actually performed topless for my mom!” Daya in between her laughs. Tears peaked in the corners of her eyes, her stomach starting to ache from how hard she was laughing. Ava was laughing alongside Daya, purely at the embarrassment of her mother. Finally, Daya was able to catch her breath and wiped the tears in her eyes.

“What’d you get? An A?” She asked, still breathless. Jasmine had finally gotten her red cheeks down to a pink. She uncovered her face and got up from her spot, leaving Ava in her playpen as she walked to Daya. A new wave of confidence flowed through Jasmine as she swayed her hips. Daya eyes widened and traced Jasmines movements.

“Actually,” she says slowly, her hands dangerously close to Dayas on top of the counter. “If you want to judge, I could show you.” She finishes, her lips ghosting over Dayas ear. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she inhaled sharply at Jasmines statement, spoken more like a promise to Daya. Now it was her turn to blush. Shit, she thought. Her eyes darted to the quiet playpen and thanked whatever was above that Ava was either asleep or not paying attention to them.

Jasmine giggled at how quickly the tables have turned. Her hands dropped from the counter and lightly traced over Dayas sides, enjoying the subtle gasps that escaped Dayas lips as she teased further. She dipped her head and kissed Dayas shoulder gently. She could see from the corner of her eye how fiercely Daya was gripping the counter, her knuckles white.

“Jazz… don’t.” Daya whispered, almost pleading with Jasmine. She giggled and continued with her small kisses. Jasmine chuckled and bit down Dayas shoulder, her hands creeping to the waistband.

“Or what?” She teased, her hand going under Dayas jeans. Her other hand rubbed Dayas hip. She cursed under her breath as Jasmine brought her lips upwards to her neck. “Is Betty getting needy?” Jasmine taunted, her breath tickling Dayas neck.

“Ava’s-“

��Asleep.” Jasmine responds quickly, lifting her head from Dayas neck. Daya could hear the desire in Jasmines own voice. “You just have to be quiet. Can you do that for me Betty?” Daya nodded, swallowing a groan as Jasmines hand went lower. The strawberry blonde smiled.

“Good girl.” Dayas heart rate skyrocketed as Jasmine pulled away and walked towards the bedroom. She was catching her breath as she tried to collect herself. Jasmine turned, her hair fanning out.

“Ready for a show?” Jasmine couldn’t help but laugh at how quickly Daya moved from her spot in the kitchen to meet her in the hall. She erupted into giggles as Daya wrapped her arms around Jasmine and was lifted off her feet. She wrapped her legs around Dayas waist and her arms around her neck, her eyes dark with desire as they walked into the bedroom. Daya kissed at any bit of exposed flesh and Jasmine hummed.

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They lay in bed together in pure bliss, the afternoon sun still filling the bedroom. Jasmine sighed and turned to Daya, who was still recovering.

“So…” Jasmine began, Daya turning her head to finally face Jasmine, her cheeks still rosy. “Do I get the A for that performance professor?” She asks, resting her head on her hand, watching the awestruck look on Dayas face.

“Fuck I’d give you an A ten times over for that.” Daya sighed. She moved closer to Jasmine and kissed her cheek gently. Jasmine giggled at the admission. Daya rested her head on Jasmines shoulder, the shorter one bringer her hand up and caressing the short hair.

“I’m just upset I wasn’t the first to see it.” Daya mumbled into Jasmines neck, her breath tickling Jasmine. Jasmine laughed and smacked Daya lightly, who chuckled in response. They cuddled into each other and lay together, enjoying each other’s presence. As they began to drift into sleep, loud whines and cries came from outside the bedroom and both women sighed. Jasmine went to get up but Daya was faster and pushed Jasmine down, her body bouncing slightly against the bed.

“Uh uh uh no way, I’ll get her.” Daya said. Jasmine opened her mouth to counter but Daya hushed her. “You gotta rest after that performance.” Jasmine gawked at Daya, who smirked before heading out of the room. Jasmine lay her head against a pillow and sighed, giggling to herself. She stretched her arms out and hummed at the pleasurable tightness. She sat up and shivered at the chill of her room. She grabbed a shirt off the floor and threw it on.

“That shirt looks familiar.” Daya said, walking back into the room, Ava in hand, looking dreadfully tired. Jasmine smiled and realized she grabbed Dayas shirt. “You look good in my clothes.” She added, sitting next to Jasmine and kissing her cheek. Ava whined and reached out for Jasmine. Jasmine giggled and took her daughter close to her chest. Daya wrapped an arm around Jasmine and pulled her close. Ava yawned and blinked slowly before resting her head against her mothers chest and falling asleep.

Daya chuckled at the dreaming baby. “Guess she just wanted to join the nap.” Jasmine nodded before laying back against the pillows, pulling Daya down with her. They lay facing each other with Ava in between, stirring slightly before gripping both of their shirts in her chubby hands.

“Don’t think we’re leaving anytime soon.” Jasmine said, her eyes growing heavy as she watched Ava’s chest rise and fall. Daya nodded, yawning and closing her eyes. Jasmine smiled, watching both girls fall asleep, Daya snoring quietly. She kissed her hand and caressed the growing baby curls.

“I love you so much.” She said quietly, looking at Dayas calm face. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, feeling at peace with both of her girls.

#rpdr s14 #jasmine kennedie #daya betty #jasya #single mom au #whoops my hand slipped #and then it was spicy #this is 🔥🔥🔥#but also lowkey so fluffy #I’m really giving you guys the goods before it gets bad

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dayabot · 2 years

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The kind of freakishly considerate and slow sex Daya would have with Bosco on their wedding night.

it's about soft dayasco sexxx it's about bosco handling daya with tenderness and care it's about the sweet nothings it's about daya crying after because she cries at everything and the enormity of her love for boscy simply cannot be contained it's about them being so disgustingly in love it's gross. this message is gross

#love and tenderness and freakishly considerate slow sex🤢#d4yasco fucking filthy nasty makes me feel more normal than soft day4sco like fluffy sweet daya$co it's too much for me i hate it #i love it i hate it i love them i hate them #petitmonde

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urmomsfavelesbian · 2 years

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every nasty insane unhinged daya post i make i expect to lose followers but then i look and i’ve actually gained followers. camp 😌

#i especially love when normal blogs follow me #although #my fave is when normal calm sfw fluffy drag race mutuals like a post where im like wow if i was rlly gods favorite maybe Daya would rail me #secret dayasluts like i once was 🥰

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eyeslikewatercoolers · 11 months

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Seashells (Sashnetra)

Suprise fic time! This is actually part of both the Wedding Planner AU (set way in the future, so no spoilers for the main story) and the Love Letter AU (which is Jasya-centric au, this set as a prequel, of sorts) This is a very fluffy and family-centered fic, so I hope y'all enjoy!!

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Sasha woke up to the morning sun rays shining through the window of the master bedroom. She had been at the rental beach house in Malibu for the past few days, both she and her family needed some time away from their chaotic and busy lives in LA. Her arms reached the other side of the bed, expecting a warm body to snuggle over and stay in bed for a little longer. But to her dismay, the other side of the bed was empty, with the duvet barely put back in place. Sasha rolled over to see her bedside table, where her bottle of melatonin and cell phone sat from the night before.

She sat up in bed and picked up her cell phone while feeling the cold air conditioning hit her arms. Her phone showed notifications from several different brides, a few grooms, and one unhappy mother of the bride. But she scrolled over all of those messages since she knew that her assistant, Amethyst, had it all covered while she was away from her business. She clicked on the text that came in less than an hour before she woke up.

Neech: The little one wanted to collect more seashells this morning, we’ll be back later. Love u

She sent a few heart emojis in response before pressing the lock button and putting it in the drawer of the bedside table. She wasn't going to need it much today.

She walked to into the adjoining bathroom and took the pink silk robe from the hook on the wall. Sasha slipped it on and tightened the tie in front of her. She looked in the mirror and fixed her dyed ginger hair to a loose messy bun. After freshing up, she walked back to the bedroom to open the curtains. From her view from the bedroom window, she noticed that the sliver of the driveway and the road outside were still slightly wet from the small thunderstorm that came in the night before.

Sasha walked through the hallway, seeing that the door to her oldest daughter's room was slightly ajar. She knew Kerri preferred the door shut, and had a feeling that Kerri invited someone over during the night before. She also has noticed that since Kerri was a teenager, she always had the same person over during nights when they had thunderstorms in the area.

Down the stairs, she saw a familiar younger woman with blonde hair sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen. She was facing the other direction, writing in a notebook, and a half-full glass of orange juice next to her. She walked in from the other side of the kitchen, and greeted the woman at the counter "Good morning, Jasmine. I see that you got up early today." Out of all of Kerri's friends, Jasmine was the only one that knew that she was welcome in their home at any time. The two girls had met and became best friends shortly after Kerri was adopted when she was 13 years old and moved to a new school district.

Jasmine looked up from her notebook, shutting whatever she had been writing. Sasha had accidentally seen what was in the notebook before, only seeing what appeared to be letters, titled 'Dear Daya', before realizing that it was meant to be private. Jasmine smiled at Sasha "Hey, Sasha. Kerri said that it was okay for me to come over last night, even though I got here pretty late." Jasmine explained.

Sasha took out two coffee mugs from the cabinet and saw that the coffee machine had freshly brewed coffee ready in the pot. Her wife was always better at remembering to turn on the coffee pot in the morning, which she quickly learned to appreciate in their relationship. "It's fine, you know the door is always open for you." She said as she poured the coffee into the mugs. She turned to the other counter and set the mugs down, and continued "Was it the thunderstorm that brought you over?" she asked.

Jasmine pursed her lips and nodded. Sasha and Kerri have known Jasmine's fear of thunderstorms for years. One night during a sleepover and a storm suddenly came in, she saw the girls alone in the dark living room. Kerri had Jasmine's head in her lap, the blonde teenager crying while Kerri tried her best to soothe her. Sasha made both the girls hot chocolate that night, all of them sitting in front of the electric fire of their home. Jasmine continued talking "My cats can only do so much to calm me down at my apartment. Plus, my roommate is always out with her girlfriend anyways."

Sasha listened as she prepared the coffees to her and her wife's preferences. Lots of sweetened creamer for herself, and a small splash of milk for her wife. "And writing seems to help you out too since I've been seeing you with that notebook a lot lately."

Jasmine's eyes widened, and she was about to speak, unsure what to say in response. Luckily for her, the conversation was interrupted by the sliding door to the backyard opening, and the sound of small feet running across the floor in sandy flip-flops.

"Momma! Me and Mommy got lots of pretty shells this morning!" a preschool-aged girl with long brown hair and green eyes ran over to hug Sasha's legs, holding a small plastic bucket in her hand.

Sasha knelt down to look at her younger daughter "You did? How about we go look at them outside and you and Mommy can show me your favorites, okay Delia?" Her daughter nodded and noticed Jasmine in the room, walking over to give her a hug as well.

"She has so much energy this morning, she ran so much when we were over on the beach." Anetra walked up behind Sasha, giving her wife a good-morning kiss on the cheek, before picking up her cup of coffee from the counter. "Let's go outside and enjoy this morning together." Anetra walked in front of Sasha towards the back door, coffee still in hand.

Sasha looked at her wife as they walked outside. She was still as enamored by Anetra since that day in the fitting room, almost a decade later. Her wife's appearance had changed over the years, now a scar runs straight through her left eye, tattoos etched into her skin, and slight old stretch marks from her pregnancy with Delia. But Sasha was always reminded how beautiful her wife is, everyday.

Sasha sat on one of the lounge chairs, setting her mug on the small glass table next to her. She sat up, cross-legged as she felt Anetra sit behind her in the chair, head resting in the crock of her neck, and arms wrapped around her midsection. Anetra’s torso pressed against her back, and she felt the most at home in her wife’s arms.

She and Anetra watched as Delia dumped the shells onto the concrete of the patio, with some grains of wet sand and small pieces of seaweed still attached to the shells. Jasmine sat on the ground with her, helping her organize the shells that Delia collected that morning. She held up different shells of varying shades and shapes, showing everyone around her.

While Delia was distracted, Sasha noticed Kerri at the doorway, sneaking out of view and tip-toeing around the girls, before grabbing two clam shells and holding them over her eyes "Rawr! I'm the shell monster and I'm here to get you!" Kerri exclaimed before Delia jumped up, giggling and running away as her older sister chased her around the yard. In between giggles, she kept asking for Jasmine to protect her from the shell monster.

She and Anetra watched the girls play in the yard, and Sasha spoke quietly to her wife.

"Hey, Netra? I'm pretty proud of the family we made together."

Sasha felt Anetra's arms tighten around the small of her waist, hearing the smile in her wife’s voice.

"Me too, Sasha. me too."

#wedding planner au #love letter au #sashnetra #rpdr s15 #rpdr fanfiction #rpdr s14 #my fics #my writing

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fangirlshrewt97 · 2 years

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Terrible Bedmate Behavior

A Dhruya Fic!! Finally! Not the one I was actually hoping to write next but at this point, I am just glad I was able to write something in the first place.

Let’s hope it is fluffy/coherent?

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Dhruva blinked awake, yawning as he blearily looked around the room to see what might have woken him. The window was still dark, and when he glanced at the clock it read 4:00 AM.

Yawning again, he scratched at his belly. He turned his head.

Daya was still deep in sleep. He had turned from his customary sprawl on his back to laying half on his side, half on his stomach. He had one arm curled under his pillow and another tucked under his stomach. One leg seemed stretched out straight and the other was bent at the knee, digging slightly into Dhruva's side. Smiling softly, Dhruva rolled out of bed, heading to the toilet to relieve himself.

After washing his hands, he came back to bed, where Daya had spread his arm onto the warm spot left by Dhruva. Gently lifting it, Dhruva tucked it into the space between them as he crawled back into bed. He was tired, but he knew it would take him some time to fall asleep.

Suddenly the room seemed to fill more light. When Dhruva craned his head, he saw through the small window opposite their bed that the clouds had parted and the nearly full moon was shining brightly.

He settled back on his side, facing Daya. The man was a thrum of constant energy while awake, unable to sit still for longer than a few minutes and always needing to have something to fiddle with. But when he was asleep, he calmed down, like sleep washed away the excess energy. Though he did move a lot at night, rarely waking up in the same position as he went to sleep in. Or the same side of the bed. Thankfully, he had gotten better about not kicking Dhruva while sleeping.

Where his face always wore a mischievous expression while awake, in his sleep he seemed younger, face smoothening out. Carefully, Dhruva reached out to hover his fingertips over the corners of Daya's eyes. He hoped the man got to keep the laugh lines as he grew older, knowing he himself was unlikely to have anything but worry wrinkles. He traced the curve of Daya's ear, tempted to tug at the small gold stud glinting from the moonlight.

He pressed at the hinge of Daya's jaw, the lightest pressure. Daya shifted to stretch out his neck. Dhruva hadn't really understood what people meant when they described a strong neck till he had seen Daya. Thick but still graceful. Though that applied to the man as a whole he supposed. Dhruva snorted quietly.

Having touched him now, Dhruva couldn't bear to stop. He followed the bones beneath his fingers as he traced the length of Daya's jaw before curving up to his forehead, his eyebrows, cheekbones. The slight dip at the top of his nose, his straight nose.

Dhruva bit his lip as he stopped his thumb against the corner of Daya's mouth. Fingers twitching he moved his hand back up to Daya's nose, willing his heart to calm down. He hooked Daya's nose between his index and middle fingers, pursing his lips not to laugh, and squeezed softly.

"Boo!" Daya shouted, eyes popping open as he shouted.

”Shit!” Dhruva nearly fell off the bed as he screamed, Daya reaching out to grab his shin to steady him, laughing the whole while. “Geez Dhruva, so loud! Someone will call the police!”

"Daya! What the hell!"

"Sorry Bangaram, I couldn't not do it!" Daya wheezed out between his fits of laughter.

Dhruva scowled as he sat up, kicking Daya's thigh for good measure. The bastard just laughed harder.

"Absolutely terrible bed partner behaviour Daya."

Daya had tears streaming down his eyes as he finally got himself under control. Wiping them away, he smirked, raising an eyebrow at Dhruva. "You're the one who was fondling my face while I slept."

Dhruva sputtered. "I wasn't-That-Fondling??!!!"

Daya chuckled as he rolled closer to Dhruva who was still frowning at him. Daya threw his arms around Dhruva's waist, burying his face into the junction of his hip. "I didn't say I was opposed to it ASP-garu."

Dhruva crossed his arms.

"That was not nice." Daya turned to blink at him, those cow eyes wide and filled with joy, sending Dhruva's heart racing.

"My sincerest apologies." Daya intoned before leaning up. "What can I do to earn your forgiveness?"

Dhruva's lips twitched, especially when Daya started running a finger up his inner thigh. He grabbed at the wandering hand with one hand, and cupped Daya's jaw with the other.

“You are insatiable.” Dhruva said dryly. Daya winked at him

“Can you blame me?,” Daya purred, “You are irresistible. And you started it.”

“I did not!” Dhruva countered.

Daya’s laugh was husky as he leaned more against Dhruva, making the man grunt. Daya pressed his lips to Dhruva’s collarbones where the thin tank top let them exposed, moving to suck on the skin of Dhruva’s neck. He felt the man trembling beneath him.

“Daya…” came the breathy protest from Dhruva, turning into a moan on the second syllable as Daya worried a hickey into his neck.

Daya leaned more of his weight, pressing them back till they were on the bed, perpendicular to the headrest. Daya was half on top of Dhruva. Dhruva’s arms moved to wrap around Daya’s broad shoulders, one hand tangling into Daya’s hair. Daya himself leveraged himself on his elbows to keep his full weight off of Dhruva, hovering over the other man who was looking up at him with amusement in his eyes, and a delightful blush still coloring his cheeks.

“What were you doing anyways?” Daya asked, making the other man’s blush deepen as he averted his eyes. “Dhruva?”

“I- um. Nothing…” Dhruva mumbled as his eyes fixed on the hollow of Daya’s throat.

Daya blew a raspberry against Dhruva’s forehead making the other squirm as he tried to push away in protest, but Daya held on tight. “Try again.”

Dhruva gave up, arms falling loosely against Daya. He sighed, closing his eyes before looking straight at Daya. “I don’t know what woke me up. But when I came back to bed, the clouds parted and the moon just…fell right on your face. And I…”

Daya bit his lip, brushing an arm down Dhruva’s side that made him shiver. “You?”

“You are a very handsome man Daya. And I guess I was just … I can’t believe I get to share your bed.” Dhruva ran his hand against Daya’s profile, making the elder man shiver in return. “I get to share your days and nights, and be with you. You never ask anything more from me than what I already am. Never ask me to be anyone else. You’re the first one who’s never had an issue with me just being me.”

“...You’re perfect as you are. I don’t need you to be anything or anyone else.” Daya whispered into the soft skin of Dhruva’s wrist, opening his eyes with a look of such intense emotion, it robbed Dhruva of his breath. The confession fell heavily into the space between them.

Time seemed to warp around them as the world came to a standstill. Pressed close as they were, they could feel the thudding of the other’s heart against their ribcages. A particular set of words travelled from there to sit at the tip of Dhruva’s tongue, but fear held him back, because this was still too much, too good, too fairy-tale like to actually be his life. He swallowed the words back. He watched Daya follow his movements, saw a similar hesitation reflected in his eyes. Cruelly, he wished Daya would be braver than Dhruva himself.

Daya pulled back, tugging Dhruva with him to they were back to their usual positions in bed, with Daya on his back and Dhruva against his side.

Dhruva exhaled as he threw a leg across Daya’s waist, pulling himself closer as he burrowed into Daya’s neck. An arm wrapped itself around his waist, fingers resting inside the waistband of his boxers, hot against his skin. Dhruva reached out the hand not trapped between them to catch Daya’s, entwining their fingers and bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to the back of Daya’s hand. He then let them rest over Daya’s heart.

Daya squeezed him. Dhruva yawned, and settled against his…

His...

His Daya.

They were hurtling towards something that terrified Dhruva, something unlike anything else he had had before and which could shatter him. But here, in the bed that felt safer to him than any other, pressed against a man who he could never have imagined falling in - caring so much for? Dhruva’s heart pounded. Maybe, just maybe, Dhurva could close his eyes and trust himself to fall. Because he had a feeling Daya would catch him. He trusted him to catch him. It was as exhilarating as it was terrifying.

“Good night Bangaram.” came the slurred reply from Daya who was clearly already halfway to asleep again.

Dhruva swallowed. “Good night Daya.”

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Feedback about the rest of it is appreciated though. Please send me comments and thoughts! Also, my inbox is open to everyone, send me questions! I want to talk with you all.

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#rrr #dhruva x daya #dhruva #dhruya #dhruva film #daya #temper #temper film #dhruya fanfic #my fic #my writing

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gggoode · 8 months

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can i send like all of them

❄️🌤️🌈💧🌩️☔🌪️ wow so much weather happening today :) lots of weather :)

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

“It was not,” Crystal protested, smacking Daya’s arm. Then they turned back to Gigi. “I loved ‘em. Even got a tattoo.”

“A One Direction tattoo?” Gigi asked.

Daya snorted. “I know.”

Gigi barely heard, entranced by Crystal pulling their vest down to expose part of their chest. There was a tattoo in another language, which they pointed at proudly. “It says One Direction in Arabic.”

“Oh,” Gigi said. Her throat felt dry again.

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

Crystal squeezed her back. “I dunno why I didn’t already tell you. You’re my best friend here.”

Gigi twisted to smile at her. “You’re mine, too,” she agreed. She reached up with one hand to tuck Crystal’s hair back. “Thin mints,” she said softly.

For a second Crystal thought she’d lost her mind, then she remembered the earrings she’d put on that morning.

any time gigi gets weird about crystal's earrings is my favourite x

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

“I dunno,” Crystal sighed. “Like, obviously my parents are a good couple. And they set a good example of what you should be like with your partner,” she said, absently braiding Gigi’s hair as she spoke. It wasn’t neat and it wouldn’t hold but it was relaxing. “But I always worried I wouldn’t be able to find someone I loved like that. Or I’d be so worried about it that I’d never settle down with anyone.”

“Are you still worried?” Gigi asked. Her face was still tucked into Crystal’s shoulder but she could feel her smiling.

“I haven’t been worried for a long time,” Crystal laughed, letting go of the braid so it unravelled itself.

💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

Crystal kissed the side of her neck and smoothed her hands over Gigi’s thighs, her skin impossibly soft and smooth. “Okay?” she asked as her fingers snuck beneath the hem of her shorts.

“Please touch me,” Gigi breathed, shifting to rest her hands on Crystal’s thighs on either side of her.

And who was Crystal to deny her? First she touched her through her shorts.

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

“Oh,” Gigi said, peering into the refrigerator to see what else she had to offer Crystal. “How about some salad? I made this yesterday,” she offered.

It was a new recipe she’d tried out for an aspic salad – she’d just used the stuff they had left in the refrigerator but she thought it looked pretty, suspended in the clear jelly like it was flying.

Crystal came to get a closer look, her eyebrows raised. “I’ve already eaten,” she said apologetically. “Thank you, though. Just the lemonade would be great.”

“Okay,” Gigi said. She gave her salad one last shake to make it wiggle before putting it back in the refrigerator.

is this funny?? idk i'm a bit obsessed with 50's housewife gigi and her horrible recipes

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

i have an awful habit of just writing whatever pops into my head whether or not i think it'll go anywhere :) i don't think i'll ever post the mermaid fic i tried to write but gigi was a mermaid whose mother was human and she really wanted to find her even though mermaids are NOT supposed to interact with humans !!! but guess what she finds a human called crystal and falls in <3 love <3 with her x

🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.

i don't really get ao3 tags i once got a comment on iynaf like 'hey i would have wanted to read this ages ago but only just found it because it's tagged really badly' and i replied like 'aw man that sucks' then never changed the tags x but umm

one of them is a vampire/human romance?? is that a trope??? i'm not very good at this question x

#:) kicked my brain into gear and then got stressed bc i have so many documents in google docs . i must be stopped #thecollectionsof #ask

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rabbitcruiser · 1 year

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National Puppy Day

These furry friends wiggle their tails, give slobbery kisses, and play fetch until they drop. Who could resist?

They’re fluffy and playful, they yip and bark and are just all-around adorable, and all they want is to be loved. What could we be talking about? That’s right, puppies! National Puppy Day celebrates that most adorable of our four-footed friends, the baby canine, and it’s quite possibly the cutest day ever. It doesn’t matter the breed or gender, all puppies are the perfect solution to a terrible day.

They’ll cuddle and crawl and… well, occasionally pee all over everything… but they’re puppies! When National Puppy Day comes around, you better be ready for a barking good time, there’s no way to avoid it when the day is about the ultimate ball of heart-melting fluff!

Learn about National Puppy Day

The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.

Be prepared for an overload of cuteness on National Puppy Day! This is the perfect day for dog lovers around the world to show their love and affection for their fluffy friends, although we are sure that most of you do this on a daily basis anyway! They say that a dog is man’s best friend, and there is no denying that there’s no better companion than a dog. They are loyal and they don’t judge; everything that makes the best type of friend!

Of course, this is a day for puppies, but you can celebrate a dog of any age on this day! After all, dogs are always really considered puppies in our hearts, aren’t they? However, if you want to know what is actually classed as a puppy, it is any dog under the age of two-years-old.

How to celebrate National Puppy Day

A dog will teach you, unconditional love. If you can have that in your life, things won’t be too bad.

Well the best way to celebrate puppy day is to spend time in the company of these small furry bundles of love. If you have love, space, and desire for puppies in your house then get ye down to a local pound to find yourself a puppy to share your life with! That’s right, a local pound or animal shelter, not a pet store or a ‘breeder’ found through craigslist. These have puppies who need your love and have been abandoned, and doing this helps to prevent puppy breeders from continuing their trade. This National Puppy Day do your part to spread awareness of the plight of puppies, and the love they can bring to your home.

There are lots of other ways that you can celebrate National Puppy Day as well. If you have your own puppy, you can try to teach it new tricks on this day. Puppies are always open to learning new things and teaching your puppy a trick can be a great way to bond. You will both have an exciting and fun learning experience. Not only can this help to strengthen your companionship, but it van aid in terms of developing the social skills your puppy has. Plus, we’re sure your little friend will enjoy the extra treats along the way.

Another way to celebrate National Puppy Day is by spoiling your little pup. After all, we all deserve a bit of pampering now and again, don’t we? There are lots of ways to pamper puppies. A five-star spa treatment, for example, would be perfect. Give your puppy a comforting bubble bath and then end the treatment with a luscious grooming session. Of course, you can always book your puppy in for a grooming session at a local business. They may even have special offers running specifically for National Puppy Day, so it is definitely worth checking this out.

If you do not have a puppy of your own, this does not mean you can’t celebrate National Puppy Day. There are plenty of ways that you can get involved. For example, if you know someone who has a dog, you could offer to take it for a walk.

Alternatively, you can spend your day looking at cute puppy photos on Instagram and videos on YouTube. There are lots of great puppy accounts to follow today, with super cute and funny content to watch. This could end up keeping you occupied for hours and hours on end! You can share any good finds with your friends and family so that they can take part in National Puppy Day.

Check out some awesome dog themed gadgets and treats!

We’ve scoured the web to find weird, wonderful and fun puppy products, so that you can play along at home. Here are some of our favourites.

National Puppy Day FAQs

When is National Puppy Day?

National Puppy Day occurs every year on the same day: March 23. It is celebrated and observed to raise awareness for the humane treatment of puppies and dogs all over the world.

What is National Puppy Day?

The idea for this day is simple: raise awareness about the treatment of puppies, enjoy and play with a puppy if given the opportunity, and be careful when buying a puppy by sourcing it from a reputable breeder.

Are Puppy mills illegal?

This is a great day to learn something from the Humane Society! In many cases puppy mills remain legal. However, the best way to shut them down is to work with local authorities and to fight for better legislation to protect puppies.

When was the first National Puppy Day?

The Inaugural National Puppy Day happened in 2006 when Colleen Paige decided to raise awareness for the humane treatment of puppies, particularly in relation to fighting against puppy mills.

Do puppies sleep all day?

Puppies certainly sleep a lot! Typically 18-20 hours each day is spent sleeping, which is great because that’s when they grow! Plus, they burn a lot of energy when they are awake so they need lots of rest both at night and in naps.

History of National Puppy Day

You know what’s magical and fantastic? Oh right, we’ve already been fanboying about it, haven’t we? That’s right, don’t care! Puppies! Puppies bring the gift of love without boundaries to us, and they’re absolutely determined to be the best friend you’ve ever had.

When you come home from school, that’s all they care about, is that you’re home. Long day at work? Just a big happy ball of fluff coming to see you right at the door, more reliable than the bestest romantic partner. What’s amazing about the love for puppies is that it spreads across the world, through every culture and every social strata. Puppies just bring us all together!

National Puppy Day was established to bring awareness to the world about puppy mills and how to go about adopting. Puppy mills are often some of the most horrible establishments, with the females bred until they either can’t conceive, or die giving birth. They’re literally run like a factory, money in, puppies out. Between these heinous establishments and both wild and family dogs remaining unsprayed and unneutered, the population of dogs is getting out of control.

National Puppy Day Timeline

38000 BC – 25000 BC Puppies are domesticated

According to some historians, canines are possibly domesticated around this time in China, the Middle East and Eastern Europe.

1933 Queen Elizabeth II gets her first puppy

At the age of just 7 years old, then-Princess Elizabeth falls in love with the family’s first Corgi puppy brought home by her father, King George VI. The puppy’s name is Dookie and she likes him over other dogs because of his long tail.

1950 Puppy mills begin breeding for extra income

During a difficult time for pigs and poultry, farmers begin converting to breed puppies, launching a huge business over the next few decades, often with inhumane treatment of the pups.

2006 National Puppy Day is first celebrated

Founded by animal advocate Colleen Paige, this day was created to raise awareness about humane breeding practices, drawing attention to puppy mills and working to save homeless puppies all over the world.

2013 Puppy bill is introduced in Congress

With the intention of closing the internet loophole, the Puppy Uniform Protection and Safety Act (PUPS) reduces the ability for commercial breeders and puppy mills to avoid federal licensure in the United States.

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sweetestberryofthebunch · 2 years

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The one where the girls start speculating

A/N: Soooo this is all the set up I had in mind for this AU. Now I’d love to hear thoughts. What ships should appear more, what should happen and all. Asks are open for anything about this! Hope you people are still with me, despite roughly 10k of nonsense. I accidentally posted this too early and put it on private for a day, sorry y‘all haha

The Lake House was definitely a stretch of a name. It was more so just a small hut with wooden walls. It also wasn’t down by the lake but rather up on a hill with a nice view onto the lake. Still, they had a veranda, their own, more private bathrooms, even a TV, the beautiful scenery of the lake on one side and the schoolhouse on the other. God, Denali wished she could afford a place in here. She definitely understood now why Olivia spent most of her time here. If Denali were friends with someone in the Lake House, she’d probably do the same. Yes, Olivia brought her along to hang out and yes, most of the Lake House inhabitants were in the Philosophy Club with her, but outside of that she barely ever saw them. Entering the small hallway leading to the two flats in there, it was hard not to feel like an imposter.

„It’s so nice and quiet in here“, Olivia sighed as she stepped into the second flat of the place, letting herself fall onto Symone’s bed as if it was her own. The place was light and comfy, the walls painted the pale blue of a November sky, furniture held in shades of white and light brown and a fluffy carpet on the wooden ground. There were three beds, multiple drawers and a desk large enough to fit multiple people. Overall, the entire place was way larger and more welcoming than the gloomy, crowded matchbox Denali shared with Olivia.

„Trust me, these girls can make some noise too.“ Bosco, who sat on their bed on the other side of the room, looked up from the notebook in their lap and chuckled. They wore a baggy black T-Shirt way too large for them, and Denali was almost certain she’d seen it lay around in their common room at least once.

Olivia had already buried her head in the throw pillows on Symone’s bed, the latter laughing at her antics. „I don’t care“, the girls muffled voice barely made it through all the pillows, „Nothing will ever be as nerve-wrecking as Daya and Jasmine. I don’t know what silence is anymore.“

Bosco laughed. „Trust me Liv, I know.“ They turned to Denali, who still stood kind of awkwardly in the doorway. „Girl, sit wherever!“ They gestured around the room in a dismissive wave, „A friend of Liv‘s is our friend or whatever. The least you deserve is a moment of peace and quiet from the chaos in the dorms.“

„Maybe say that to Daya instead of Denali“, Crystal’s freshly dyed cherry red hair popped up in the doorframe, „Hey Nali!“

She fidgeted with something in her hand as she strode inside, naturally, as if she did so all the time. Denali knew Crystal lived in the Lake House, but judging by the photos on the wall and the overall tidiness of the room she doubted this one was hers. However, over the third and last bed there was a collage of Polaroids, more than half of them featuring Crystal, often depicted with her arm around a slim, tall girl with naturally auburn hair. This must be Gigi, Symone’s older sister.

Once Crystal sat down on the carpet, back leaned against Bosco’s bed, Denali recognized the thing in her hands as a freshly rolled joint. She still pressed it closed with her thumbs, looking up to follow the conversation.

Bosco shrugged. „Why do I have to tell Daya people are annoyed with her and Jasmine? She’s your best friend!“

Before Crystal had the chance to react, Symone let out a groan. „Girl!“, she sounded exasperated, throwing her hands up to underline her statement, „Everyone knows you fucked both of them at least once! Maybe use that privilege to finally resolve their ongoing feud and do us all a favor!“

Denali felt her brows rise at this new information. There seemed to be a lot of connections she still didn’t know about. She couldn’t help but wonder what the girls knew about Rosé. Or at least thought they knew.

Bosco shook their head, unfazed. „It’s not like I’ve never tried! Sometimes they get along quite well actually.“ They began to smirk as their thoughts trailed off. „Boo! That’s basically my sister you’re talking about!“ Crystal grabbed a pillow, throwing it in their direction, missing their form by several feet. The message was still received as Bosco let out a high pitched, almost hysterical laugh, shooting Crystal a wink.

„So what?“, Symone asked, fishing a lighter out of her nightstand to hand it to Crystal, „I let you talk about Gigi all day.“ Crystal rolled her eyes, but the red on her cheeks was impossible to miss. Her eyes trailed downwards to the joint in her hand, she was suddenly very busy fumbling with the ends of it. After a moment of both Olivia and Symone chuckling, Crystal glanced over at Denali, tapping the floor next to herself. Denali, who until now had stood rather awkwardly in the doorway, followed the invitation, sitting down beside her as Crystal lit up the joint. The art student took one long breath, smiling in satisfaction at her own work before slowly breathing it out, filling the room with the smell of smoke and weed. Bosco turned around to open the window behind them. After another puff, Crystal handed the joint over to Denali, who gladly accepted it.

„Guuuuys“, Olivia whined, „Forget about Gigi for a second! None of that is news anyways!“, an almost mischievous grin suddenly spread over her face, „Let’s hear about Denali’s lovergirl instead!“

Denali choked on her own breath, erupting into heavy coughing. Crystal slapped her back a few times, giving her a sympathetic smile. The worst part was that Denali was pretty sure everyone was aware that it had nothing to do with the joint. Once she calmed down enough to breathe again, she took another, actual puff and stared at Olivia. „What do you mean?“

„Yeah Olivia what do you mean?“, Bosco sounded intrigued. They made grabby hands at the joint, which Denali gladly handed over, needing both of her hands to fumble with the hem of her shirt. Very casually, of course.

Olivia grinned, leaning forward as if she were about to share a secret. „I’m not saying anything, but yesterday Denali got driven home by Rosé because of the rain.“ She smirked at everyone in the room once, before her eyes landed on Denali, „She even let her have that horrible pink jacket of hers. So she wouldn’t get wet.“

The room erupted into a choir of Oohs and Awws and Denali wanted to disappear from the surface of the earth. So Maybe she had kept Rosé‘s jacket since then, what about it? She just hadn’t seen her again to give it back. Well, except for class this morning … But why would she bring the Jacket to class, it would only be impractical for both her and Rosé, right? Although, the fact she didn’t give it back yet would also explain why the pink haired girl‘s eyes had kept wandering over to Denali all period long …

„She’s blushing!“, Symone clapped her hands together in glee, „Look at her face guys, she’s so blushing!“ The girls erupted into giggles, the joint being passed around further. Denali hid her face in her hands, shaking her head adamantly. „It’s literally nothing! I’m more annoyed with her than anything! Can’t stand this I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude.“ If she was really honest, she wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince more, the others or herself. But in her floaty, weed infused state she was definitely not going to open up that box. Especially not in front of all the others.

„Whatever you say, girl. Wouldn’t be the first time y’all’s little debate Club gets it going with each other.“ Surprised, Denali glanced over at Olivia. This was certainly news to her. Who had hooked up in the club? Definitely a mystery worth investigating. Later, when she was sober, when her mind was less clouded. For now, she simply shrugged it off, putting a pin in it for later.

Symone leaned back on her elbows, kicking her feet up to rest on Olivia’s lap. She was still rambling on about Rosé, and Denali would have preferred her to shut up. „Just make sure Lagoona ain’t home, she’s like a guard dog about her precious sisters. The house is nice though.“

„Tell that to Jackie“, Crystal suddenly chimed in, head leaned against the bedframe behind her, eyes half closed. „If what Willow says is true, Janice is basically ready to get on one knee already.“ Oh, really? Denali hadn’t noticed that at all on Thursday. She had simply assumed Jan was an overly motivated, extroverted freshman. She saw Olivia’s eyes widen at the news as well, which only raised her suspicion. Before she got to voice her thoughts however, the door flew open another time.

„Who gets on their knees for who?“ The three last inhabitants of the Lake House, Gigi, Jackie and Nicky came bursting inside. Gigi, the one who’d asked the question dropped her tiny purse to the ground next to her bed, immediately letting herself fall down onto the mattress as well. „Hi guys,“, she said, „Hey Crys!“ The two redheads shared a short smile before Nicky spoke up, already reaching for the last stump of the joint. „Bonjour Saloppes“, she chuckled, taking the final drag she could force out of the little nub between her lips, „No one warned us that it was gonna be a whole party today.“

„False“, Symone retorted, „I told you Liv was coming. Not my fault that you never listen.“ Nicky rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at Symone, who blew a kiss back in her direction. Jackie simply snorted at the interaction.

„Where the hell have you guys been anyways, it’s been like, hours“, Bosco fumbled with one of their pillows, eyes slowly but surely turning slightly red, their gaze hazy. Denali definitely felt quite the same.

Nicky rolled her eyes. „We were in the library because Jackie is a nerd.“ Jackie shook her head, clasping her pearl in mock offense. Nicky shot her her sweetest, toothy smile. Denali didn’t miss the way her hand rested loosely on Jackie‘s waist. „Actually, we were in the library because I picked up some books for Jan. She’s really eager about the Club. Maybe she’ll join me this year for the Debate tourney.“

„Ouch“, Nicky retorted, her lower lip pushing forward into a playful pout, „was I not good enough of a partner last year?“ Jackie rolled her eyes with affection, stroking a short strand of bleached blonde hair behind Nicky’s ear. „You were just fine, baby. I just mean having a partner who actually cares about the subject and doesn’t just do it for me would be nice.“

„Aw man, couldn’t you have said that earlier? The time I could have saved…“

Jackie chuckled, gently shoving Nicky away from her. „You’re an idiot.“

„Anyways“, Gigi interrupted them, clearing her throat, „how’s it going with the rest of you guys? Anyone want a beer? I think we have some corona left.“

The conversation drifted off, but the familiarity between Nicky and Jackie stayed in the back of Denali’s mind. So someone in the Club had at least hooked up as well … wait, as well? No, no, no, nothing had happened with her and Rosé and nothing would happen! She was totally not in the mood to face the repercussions of that. And anyways, Rosé was still annoying, even yesterday she had grinned like an idiot at Denali’s misery! And Olivia had made it clear earlier: the only people Rosé cared about were her sisters and her best friend.

She was not going to let herself go down that road.

#berry’s writings #academia au #dayasco #jasco #jasyasco #kind of #Jankie #jackiedoll #rosenali #crygi

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petitmonde · 2 years

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do you think you could do dayasco with "that's the first time i've seen you smile" ?,, i'd be so super grateful,

I'm in a fluffy mood so sure thing bestie. Daya takes her cousin out to the playground where she meets her good "friend" Bosco.

3. “that’s the first time i’ve ever seen you smile.”

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The playground was as noisy as ever. The neighbourhood kids were crawling all over the big toy pirate ship, sliding down, climbing and generally playing around the props that were attached to the set.

Joshua was pulling Daya's hand, all too excited to get to play with his friends. He darted straight to the pirate ship the moment they got into the playground, stumbling in his step, before getting up to continue his mad dash to his goal.

Seeing as her cousin had found something to do without her, Daya walked over to the empty swingsets and sat down. It was her favourite spot in the playground, as it was far enough away that the screams of joy from the children weren't grating to her ears, but close enough so that she could see whatever it was Joshua got up to.

Daya rocked back and forth on the swing, just enough to get a small momentum going, not enough to be full on swinging. Joshua had found some new friends, and it looked like they were challenging eachother to balance on some of the obstacles that were around the ship. Daya couldn't help but smile to herself at the scene.

A clink of metal made Daya stop her swinging to look at who had joined her at the swingset. It was a familiar face she hadn't expected to be at the playground.

"That’s the first time i’ve ever seen you smile." Bosco smiled at her, swinging back and forth a couple of times before stopping.

"I should hope not." Daya snorted at the comment. Her feet were planted solidly on the ground. "Otherwise it would be quite awkward to be your girlfriend."

"I prefer the term gal pal. At least until we can become roommates" Bosco was in a playful mood. Something good must have happened.

"Forget I said anything. You seem to be having a great time over there."

"Immensely. So why are you smiling like that? It's not like you."

"First of, fuck off. I'm watching my cousin having fun." Daya looked over at the playset again, before looking back at Bosco. "He doesn't get to do that a lot when he's home."

"I see. I'm also watching my nephew. He's the terror that's currently commandeering the ship." Bosco pointed up at the steering wheel at the top of the pirate ship.

"Fitting." The two were swinging in tandem, still not gaining considerable height.

"Want to see who can swing the highest?" Bosco challenged, something Daya couldn't resist meeting head on. Higher and higher, speed building up until they were going too fast to really match their swings. They were giggling like two schoolchildren, not a care in the world at how silly it looked that two grown women were swinging around like they were.

Whether it was due to weight or skill, Daya had to concede defeat to Bosco who expertly got up almost vertically. She slowed down, hammering her feet into the ground to stop. Like a reckless kid, Bosco jumped right at the apex of their swing, landing swiftly.

"Showoff." Daya got off the swing and walked over to Bosco. "I think it's time we got home."

"Let's walk together. It's the same way."

"Sure." The playing at the ship had calmed down considerably, so it was quite easy to call for their family.

"Hi Bosco." Joshua greeted, hiding slightly behind Daya. He was still a little intimidated by his cousin's girlfriend.

"Are we going home already Boscy?" Daya presumed this was the so called nephew Bosco was watching. Up close he wasn't as big of a terror that's they'd made him out to be.

"I'm glad you were having fun Matt. What do you say we get ice cream on the way home? I promise not to tell your mum." Bosco ruffled his hair to straighten it out after it had been rough housed into a mess.

"Ice cream? Let's go!" The excitement shone out of his eyes. At the mention of ice cream, Joshua peeked out further. He grabbed Daya's hand.

"At this hour?" Daya questioned, it was almost dinner time. She grued for her aunt's antics if she found out.

"I have something to tell you." Bosco whispered in her ear.

"Well kiddo, looks like we're having ice cream." The stars in Joshua's eyes made the decision easy, even if she'd be yelled at later.

The four of them walked the long way home, and when they had found the ice cream shop and ordered, Bosco turned to Daya. "You know how I've been looking at places downtown? Well, I finally got offered a flat."

"Congratulations babe. I can't wait to see it" Daya beamed at her girlfriend, squeezing their hand.

"And I'd like to know if you would like to be my roommate?"

Daya gave Bosco a small peck before giving her answer. "I'd love to."

#oh my god they were roommates #dayasco #daya betty #bosco #drag race #rpdr 14 #rpdr fanfiction #prompt fill

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trapezequeen · 3 months

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@monthly-challenge 2024 | Day 9: Moral Support | Fluffy Daya

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fuckyeah-dragrace · 2 years

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It’s Showtime

Finally! Todays the day! At long last, the showcase! Time for some fluffy fluff with some of our gals and some new people!

I hope y’all enjoy this!

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Jasmine was incredibly nervous. Tonight was the night. This was what she’s been practicing and training for, for literal months. This was her moment. She peaked through the curtain and her smile widened. Hundreds of people were there . She could feel the electrifying energy as she scanned the crowd. Her eyes landed on a particularly tall girl; a bouquet in the hands of a baby girl with bright green eyes and blond hair. Her heart soared as she felt her heart leaping and soaring.

“You found your girls?” Ms. Edwards asked, coming up behind Jasmine. She turned around quickly.

“Ms. Edwards-“

She held her hand up and the girl quieted down. “Perform for them tonight, alright Ms. Energy?” Jasmine nodded, looking back into the crowd and smiling. She mouthed a silent ‘I love you’ before breathing in and turning to her instructor.

“Of course Ms. Edwards.”

Ms. Edwards nodded. “Come on girls! It’s showtime!”

“We’re done!” Jasmine laughed as all the dancers rushed backstage. They had just finished their bows and were desperate to go find their families. They all cleaned up quickly, all a flurry of energy and relieved. “That was amazing! I can’t believe it’s all over now.”

“No more theatre!” Jorgeous smiled. Jasmine laughed and went to the door. She was met with a sea of people, all looking for their own family members. She tried to see above the crowd but failed. She had started to grow worried as she couldn’t find her literal tree of a girlfriend.

“Jas!”

She spun around and pushed against people, apologizing as she went. She looked again and saw her smiling baby girl on someone’s shoulders, looking around for her. She continued until she was right there in the open hallway.

“Di!” She shouted, running down the hall. She was right there when she noticed two women standing there and it made her heart drop.

“You did so great, baby! Seriously, you looked amazing out there.” Daya said, closing the distance and pecking her lips. Ava was babbling on her shoulders, leaning forward to try and reach her mother.

“Okay okay, squirmy shark.” Daya chuckled, pulling her down. “Go kiss your Mommy.” Ava squealed and mashed her drooly lips onto Jasmine’s cheeks as she smiled and tried not to look at the formally dressed women coming closer to them.

“Oh! Ava, you have something you want to give Mommy?” Ava squealed again, making grabby hands for Dayas hand behind her back. She pulled out a bouquet of flowers; pinks, reds, oranges, and yellows all making her heart flutter as Ava laughed at the crackling noise of the plastic.

“Why thank you baby girl.” Jasmine accepted the flowers and smiled. She was going to say something else when the two women were standing right by her. Daya shifted closer to Jasmine, hand on her hip and forward as if she were ready to fight.

“Jasmine.” The woman was beautiful. Her blonde hair was curled perfectly as she stood tall, nearly Dayas height and glaring. The woman beside her was gorgeous too. Her red hair was pulled back, eye level with Jasmine and her eyes warm as she stared at Ava.

“Mom, Mama, it’s good to see you both.” Brooke Lynn smiled and kissed the girl's cheek. She turned to Daya and her smile dropped slightly. Kameron went and pecked Jasmine's cheek, taking Ava into her arms and babbling to her granddaughter.

“And you must be the girl that broke my daughters heart.”

Daya felt her heart drop as all the color left her face. She tried to look at Jasmine but she was no better, looking just as pale and nervous. “Ms. Hytes, it’s good to-“

“Tell me why I should be giving you the time of day after what you did to my daughter, Ms. Cox?” Brookes stare piercing through Daya.

“Mom, please.” Jasmine said, moving in front of Daya.

Daya took her hand and shook her head. She squeezed it three times and smiled quickly before looking at Brooke.

“Ms. Hytes. I understand if you don’t want me around your daughter at all, I completely get that. But I love Jasmine, more than anything and I will constantly be fighting to prove that to her and to you, Ms. Hytes.” Daya said honestly. Brooke nodded, her arms crossed as she listened.

“And should I trust you?”

“Mom.” Jasmine was by Dayas side, taking her hand. “I love Daya. She’s amazing and sweet and the greatest person in the world to me and Ava and she’s proven that in the time after we split a million times over. She is more than worthy of my love.” She looked her mother in the eye and kissed Dayas hand, squeezing it tightly.

Brooke was about to say something when a cry rang out from Kamerons arms. The three women turned to the redhead, seeing the pink faced baby.

“Mama!” She made little grabby hands for Daya. Immediately, she took Ava into her arms and held her close. Brooke and Kameron tried to keep their jaws from dropping onto the floor as they watched. Ava calmed down, cuddling into Daya with little kisses placed on her forehead.

“I love your daughters. More than anything in this world and I understand that I have so much to prove to you both. I’m more than willing to pay up for the rest of my life with these girls for how I hurt them.” Dayas eyes started to water. She breathed in deeply and kissed Avas cheek, giving the girl back her pacifier and watched as she started to sleep. Jasmine felt her heart grow at the sight of her girlfriend and daughter. She also did her best to hide her grin at her mothers shocked expressions.

Kameron nodded at the girl. “You seem like a wonderful woman Daya. I trust my daughter’s judgment and if she’s giving you another chance, then I’ll accept it.” She extended her hand out and shook it heartily when Daya grasped hers.

Brooke sighed. “Fine. I may disagree but I can’t deny how happy you make my daughter.”

Jasmine smiled widely and went to hug Daya, kissing her cheek and smiling at Ava. Daya relaxed and wrapped an arm around Jasmine, squeezing her close.

“So Avas is talking? What else have we missed?” Kameron chuckled, crossing her arms and leaning against Brooke. Daya looked at Jasmine and she nodded.

“It’s showtime, baby bug.” She put Ava down on the ground and let the baby stand on her own, smiling at her wide eyed grandmothers.

“Kam, oh my god.” Brooke brought a hand to her mouth, her eyes watering as Kameron was down on her knees, beckoning Ava towards her. She made it there, her little legs knocking against Kamerons knees before she was scooped up into the muscular woman’s arms. “Ava! My goodness my granddaughter is getting so big.” Brooke crooned, kissing Avas cheek.

Jasmine and Daya watched the scene unfold, their bodies close and touch known on each other. “You think I made a good impression?”

Jasmine looked up at Daya and smiled. “You were perfect.” She got up on the aching tips of her toes and kissed her, full of love and adoration and every other emotion she couldn’t name. Daya cradled her cheek with her hands and smiled against her lips.

“Just like you.” She mumbled, going in for one more kiss as she brought her arms around her chest. “I love you, Jasmine.”

Jasmine chuckled, resting her head against Dayas chest. “I love you too, Daya.”

#rpdr season 14 #jasmine kennedie #daya betty #jasya #rpdr s10 #kameron michaels #rpdr s11 #brooke lynn hytes #single mom au #oml this took so FCKIN long for no reason #so sorry y’all had to wait #but oml the fuzzy feelings from this???#TOP TIER💞💖💞💖#💖💕💗💞💓💗💕💖💗💓💞

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Daya during aftercare would make her sub drink lots of water and get a snack. She's very soft like that once the horny has subsided.

//I'm in a fluffy Dayaslut mood, so you only get very nice and normal thoughts that warm your heart 💜

daya is very invested in you drinking water and getting sustenance and treating yrself with kindness and understanding and. being horny but in a soft and tender way . the horny never truly subsides.... anyway oh god oh fuck please daya hold me Now

#she's so soft like. the biggest softie ever i can't stand it #i like nice and normal thoughts sometimes. like post-dommy daya clearly #petitmonde #this fluffy dayasluttery saur new to me #thx for the messagebby #i guess i'll go think about aftercare daya a totally normal amount

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moonshotsx · 2 years

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Well if you’re not feeling the bets how about some uber fluffy headcanons for Pírate au!

Also so sorry your day hasn’t been stellar, here’s cat hug to help

just this whole week has been killing me, bestie, i can’t wait it to be over :(

for the headcanons

after daya teaches jasmine how to sword fight, they make a habit to spar on the ship’s deck as a way to bond

since she doesn’t want to keep borrowing dresses from kerri, jasmine also gets taught by deja how to sew her very own dress, which she proudly shows off to bosco and daya

daya has a lot of scars from the years of pirating that bosco likes to kiss while jasmine likes to trace

#fuckyeah dragrace

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fangirlshrewt97 · 2 years

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Of Fears and Butterscotch

Another entry into the ongoing Dhruya Saga. This one is a little sad, but ends fluffy! Promise!

Here is @burningsheepcrown‘s lovely prompt pic:

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Dhruva’s eyes fluttered shut as he exhaled the smoke, leaning back against the backyard steps and letting his head fall backwards.

The setting sun was painting the distant beach in a beautiful palette of colors, the few clouds dotting the sky turning the scene particularly picturesque. Today had been a long day, though not much had happened. Just being back here, in the house he shared with Daya, in the place that had felt closer to home than anything else had since his parents died, added a layer of calm to Dhruva. He hadn’t realized how on edge he was constantly until he had crossed this familiar threshold again, and he was already dreading having to return to Hyderabad. While his bosses had agreed to giving him two weeks off, it had been done with great reluctance.

Dhruva took another puff from the cigarette just as he heard the back door open. He adjusted his posture, leaning forward and spreading his arms so that Daya could slot himself neatly behind him. Dhruva leaned against that solid chest, exhaling the smoke that started to burn his lungs. Daya caught his free hand in his right, crossing it across Dhruva’s chest. He nuzzled Dhruva’s hair, making the younger man’s eyes flutter again. “I thought you said you didn’t smoke frequently?”

Dhruva shrugged. “I don’t. Just when I need to clear my head because things get to be too much.”

Daya pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You’ve been here for the past three days. Are you feeling cooped up?”

Dhruva shook his head, turning to fit himself under Daya’s chin. Daya grabbed his right hand, bringing it to his mouth so he could also take a puff of the cigarette. Dhruva watched through half lidded eyes as Daya wrapped his lips around the cigarette butt, keening softly when Daya inhaled.

Daya smiled lazily as he exhaled, a relaxed look in his eyes. He jostled Dhruva into a more comfortable hold for both of them. “I know we both hate to do it, but want to share?”

Dhruva sighed. Tugging his hand free from Daya’s grasp, he reached down, waving his hands until they caught on the edge of the envelope. He brought the package up and handed it to Daya.

Daya made a surprised sound as he adjusted his grasp on Dhruva to be able to catch the contents of the envelope when it fell out.

It was one of those fancy wedding invitations, cream coloured with a maroon border. Daya inhaled sharply when he read the name of the wedding party. “Ishika-”

Dhruva shrugged as much as he was able to. “I’m glad she found someone. The divorce wasn’t exactly ugly, but we kind of stopped talking once everything finalized. It is so strange, somehow in those years, Ishika became my best friend, my confidant in most things. She knew more about me than anyone else, but then we separated and stopped talking. We used to share everything, but now? I didn’t even know she had found someone.”

There were a lot of things Daya wanted to ask, but he settled for the easy question. He’d ask the other question that was churning in his gut after that. “Did she know about…us?”

Dhruva was quiet for a minute, fingers reaching out to trace patterns on Daya’s arm. “She knew there was someone. Because I started smiling,” he let out a bittersweet snort, “she said whoever the lady was must be something special because I looked so happy. So much happier than I ever had with her.”

Daya tightened his hold on Dhruva, even as his heart thudded in his chest. The younger man, pressed as he was against Daya, would surely be able to hear it. Dhruva brought the cigarette to take in the last puff, putting it out on the porch step before he kept it to the side. He exhaled, the smoke brushing over both their faces.

“Dhruva-” Daya started, but then stopped, unsure of what he wanted to say.

“You want to know the most…ironic? Or I guess most enlightening thing about this invitation?” Dhruva asked unprompted.

Daya swallowed, unsure if he did want to, but he nodded. “What?”

“I read the invitation, and I felt…nothing. A little surprise I guess, but not what I was expecting. Or what I should have felt, I guess.”

“What do you think you should have felt?” Daya asked, trying to keep his voice light.

“Anger? Disappointment? Hell, relief? The invitation is just another confirmation that that chapter of my life is closed, but I just feel empty. But…” Dhruva trailed off, eyes glazing over slightly.

Daya nudged his shoulder. “But?”

Dhruva sighed, pinching his nose. “Nothing.”

“Dhruva.” Daya said. “Tell me.”

Dhruva shifted, pulling himself away from Daya to curl into himself, wrapping his arms around his knees. “I tried not to think about it often, but some nights the bed would be so cold. And I would wonder if you had someone. If you used to bring them here, to the house we had shared. It used to hurt, and then I wanted to yell at myself because I was the one who left.

I had no right to ask you to wait for me. I had left, and you were allowed to bring whoever you wanted to this bed, and this house. You could wrap your arms around someone else, and kiss them, and … and touch them. The thought ripped my heart to shreds.” Dhruva stumbled over the last words as he buried his face in his knees, that familiar ache hollowing out his chest and making it difficult to breathe.

Daya made a wounded sound and dragged Dhruva back against him, bracketing him with his legs, and cocooning him within his arms. “I’m right here Dhruva. And I never brought anyone back here. I couldn’t.”

Dhruva clenched his jaw to try and hold back the tears burning his eyes, fingers digging into his jeans. He turned until he could see Daya’s eyes. Eyes he loved so much. Eyes looking at him with so much worry. He freed one hand enough to cup Daya’s jaw. Pressing his face to Daya’s, he nuzzled his nose into the other’s cheek. “God, I saw my ex-wife’s wedding invitation and I didn’t feel anything Daya. She found another man who she loves enough to marry, who is going to make her happy, and who she is going to spend the rest of her life with and I felt nothing. But the thought of you spending even one night with someone else? It made me want to die.”

“Dhruva-”

“I’m so scared Daya,” Dhruva confessed, “So scared that these past few weeks will all be some elaborate dream my brain came up with because it couldn’t take not having you anymore. I want you so much, I want this life with you, this house. I want to spend my Sunday mornings not getting out of bed because you are wrapped around me. I want to go for night time walks with you on this beach, holding hands where only the moon can see us. I want…”

Dhruva ran out of words as he clutched Daya like a lifeline, throat closing as he trembled in the other’s arms. The tears started to fall, soaking Daya’s shirt.

“I want that too.” Daya croaked hoarsely, and a spot of wetness on Dhruva’s forehead had him blinking past the tears to see Daya’s eyes were red-rimmed and filling with tears too. Whining, Dhruva leaned forward to wrap his arms around Daya’s head, pressing it to his chest. He felt arms wrapping tight around his waist, tight enough to hurt. He sucked in a breath, feeling relief instead of pain.

His chest was still heaving as he sucked in air in great gulps, heart thudding erratically. Daya rubbed at his back, hold loosening just a touch. Dhruva protested, but Daya shushed him. “I’m not going anywhere Bangaram. Just let me look at your face.”

Dhruva unwrapped himself enough so they could face each other.

Daya’s smile wobbled as he brought one hand up to wipe at Dhruva’s cheeks. “It terrified me too.”

Dhruva’s brows furrowed. “What did?”

Daya chuckled sadly, eyes falling to his lap. “The thought of you finding someone else. The idea that someone else could be making you smile, it drove me insane. And the thought of someone else touching you? I wanted to rip their arms off. You were mine Dhruva. You are mine.” he ended fiercely, burying his face into Dhruva’s middle.

“I’m yours.” Dhurva hiccuped slightly as he nodded his head. “And you are mine?”

Daya reached up to cup the back of Dhruva’s head to bring their foreheads together. “Till my dying breath Bangaram.”

Dhruva’s lip wobbled at how much that sounded like a wedding vow. He ducked his head to find Daya’s lips, the kiss an act of assurance and selfish comfort all in one.

They stayed clutching at each other till the sun dipped beneath the horizon.

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Dhruva splashed cold water on his face, wiping away the remaining soap. Grabbing the towel from the wall stand, he dried his face. His eyes were still slightly red, and face swollen, but he felt more like himself. Placing the towel on the rack, he went out to the living room, grabbing Daya’s hoodie from the laundry hamper to shrug on. He inhaled the scent from the collar deeply, sinking into the sofa as he wrapped his arms around himself.

Daya entered the living room, one hand holding a box and two spoons as he messed with his phone in the other. He looked up to see Dhruva huddled into the sofa, and grinned. Crossing over, he settled on the opposite end, pulling Dhruva’s legs onto his lap. He held out the box in his hand to Dhruva.

Dhruva looked at the box quizzically as he took it.

“Order has been placed, food should be here in another half hour.”

“We shouldn’t eat out so much,” Dhruva mumbled as he brought the box close. “Ice cream?”

Daya winked. “We are adults. No one can say we have to wait till after dinner!”

Dhruva wrinkled his nose. “You are such a child.”

Daya pinched his ankle in response, causing Dhruva to lightly kick him in the thigh. “You’re proving my point.”

Dhruva shook his head as Daya tightened his hold on his leg. And then made a sound of surprise as he opened the box. “Butterscotch? You hate butterscotch.”

“I don’t hate it!” Daya protested. “It’s just not my first choice.”

“Then why do you have it? And it’s also half eaten.” Dhruva asked, curious.

Daya ducked his head, a rare blush blooming in his cheeks that just peaked Dhruva’s curiosity more. “I, ah- it’s your favorite!”

“Yes?” Dhruva prompted. “So?”

“So…sometimes when I … missed you, I bought the ice cream and ate it. It … helped.”

Dhruva bit his lip as his chest warmed. “You…I didn’t know you were so sappy Daya.”

Daya scowled. “Says the man who is constantly stealing my clothes and wearing them!”

Dhruva laughed, “It’s not a bad thing.”

“Whatever.” Daya scoffed, but he tugged Dhruva’s legs further into his lap. Dhruva hid his smile into the ice cream as Daya turned on their TV, and switched to a sports channel. He dug his toes further into Daya’s thighs, and when the man looked at him questioningly, Dhruva shook his head. He scooted forward to curl into Daya’s side, content as Daya wrapped an arm around his back.

Here, in their couch, in Daya’s hoodie, in his arms, in their house, Dhruva felt his heart settle some more. Yes, he was still so scared, but Daya kept showing him again and again that this was real, that he would fight for them too this time. It was time he let go of some fear too. He nuzzled at Daya’s cheek, asking for a kiss.

It felt like home. And tasted of butterscotch.

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