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thelesbianlegacy-swtor · 3 years

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OC list of the MMO LESBIAN

SarapAlexandria Duvel <3 Vette

Sith Warrior

Human, brown short hair, 1,78, D cups, she likes dressin on armor that is bulkier than a tank or in a tank top and leggings. Dark eyes and light skin

Lesbian. LOVES toys in bed

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Has a personal Dreagnough that she uses as a colliseum. She has taken into training new sith in combat. More than her apprentices they are more of gladiators for her to fight.

Kinda crazy. Likes to bounce around and do Tons of damage. She is feroucios about defending the Empire and believes that the republic is doomed. Has archived the impossible more than a dozen times so no plan is to crazy or stupid for her. Gratefully, her wife knows what is too stupid or too crazy and so she fixes those plans so her big sith girl can go fight monsters and other people.

Married Vette. Only she can make her laught so much that she forgets she is angry. The tiny girl is so adorable and so cute and jsut so horny for Alexandria that the two of them spend 3 months on a horny induced honeymoon. Even now after the war with zakuul they keep having more honeymoons whenever they get the chance.

She wasnt all that hurt by Quinns betratal. Like, hey man fatman told you to kill me so no biggie- But from now on you are my bitch and i will bully you over all this k?

Jaesa kinda bugs her. She is Dark side but not SO crazy but still she is kinda...tiny. Alexandria likes to challenge her to crazy stuff and she always gets on trouble with her, but Jaesa is so young and sometimes weak that

Pierce is her best freind. A total madman when it comes to battle, a blootthirsty man that will not doubt in choosing violence but also super trusthworthy and she knows he will stop her from getting killed in stupid ways

For her Broonmark is her fluffy monster! Just point release and watch blood by spilled. She makes him shower after every bottle and use proucts on his hair cause she likes how soft he gets.

She remains a free agent causing chaos everywhere. She is not quick to kill always tho. If she got a good fight with someone she will usually let them live so they can fight again.

She is the most sexually proactive girl around. She will get every pair of cute or hot tiddies on a bed along side Vette. She is a bit dom and doesnt like playing sub, but she will play passive.

Master of Shien and Juyo, she likes to go crazy with a lightsaber and destroying the place but doesnt really like dual wielding

Seraphine <3 Temple

Sith Agent. New code name: Specter

Cyborg, mostly internal components on her eye, brain and bones. 1,96M, Long hair, usually red but she likes dying it. C cups, She wishses to get more tits but she has to be stealthy. She likes using loose clothes with lots of cleavege. She isnt a fan of bras.

Lesbian Switch. Likes bondage and public stuff. She can and will play any part on roleplay. From the scared virgin to the cruel dominatrix

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A master of hidding on plain sight. Seraphine is the kind of woman who blends everywhere. She likes attention from the spotlight just to let it go 5 minutes later. She has the talent of being so likeable that any girl that gets close to her on bed, never gets mad with her for leaving or just going for another girl. She also has a perfect memory and will remember how you like to be touch, how much you moan or what kind of cnadies you like when you are on your days. She is as soft as she is Ruthless. She has never regret killing anyone for more than an hour. Unless she kils someone she has slept with she will pull the triger no matter what. This includes civilians, wounded and allies. After Chapter 3 she left the identity of Cypher 9 and became a shadow agent for the Empire. Her new code name: Specter.

After the War with Zakuul she was left on charge ofthe Alliance by Darth Nox. Both the Ex Imperial Wrath and the Supreme Huntress stayed behind with her.

She doesnt like Kaliyo. No. She is no fun. She likes to hurt and doesnt look after girls. She was particulary angry at her at the start because she would try to get on the way of her time with other girls. So Seraphine got Kaliyo a cute chasity belt and allowed her to focus on chaos outside the bedroom. That way they both can get what they want. Chaos and attention.

Vector is her special little guy. Confident. Trusthworthy. But really fun to mess up with. Seraphine tells him to do weird stuff just to get a laught at weird situation. She also helps him send money for Killik Joiners. She likes that he is simple

Lokin is a weird guy for Seraphine.He could do a lot of stuff with the ragkghoul virus but she likes that he is quiet and calm. She likes trying tea with him

Ensign Temple is the only girl that has kept Seraphine attention span for more than 1 night. She likes her a lot because she cant read her as well as other people and so she makes her angry just to learn more about her. She forgot how it felt to get to know someone through time and so she likes to keep her around. She also likes Temple is super organized and loyal

Seraphine can never choose fast between either a big rifle or a tiny blade under her dress. She likes how chaos erupts after a person gets shots down but she also likes to be close when her target takes their last breath

FUCK SCORPIO UwU

Arthemys Delos <3 Mako

Huntress

Built like a tank, She likes lifting Mako to train her big guns. She is a cyborg with lots of internal components and a cybernetic leg (left) She isnt the tallest girl, she is 169 (nice) but she has the biggest tiddies. She carries two E cups that she loves to put on Mako’s face. She has black short hair

Lesbian

Total top but wont say no to being topped every know and then

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Money,gambling, explosions and pretty girls, Arthemis cares for little more than that. As long as she can fire guns, gamble money and have a bed with a pretty girl on it she will do an job. She loves hunting animals and will almost never reject a bounty. What she wont do, is just say yes to any quest or mission. She can get money as easy as she can waste it and so throwin credits at her doesnt work. Only if the work isnt something she dislikes or too easy or boring she will do it. She has a few internal implants after playing with grenades when she was young.

Mako is hers. Hers alone. She wont let her go beyon her sight and will actually get restless for being away from her too long. Arthemis is possesive which Mako kinda likes.

The two of them likes being on top of eachother as much as possible but a extra pair of hands or tiddies make them both pretty happy. Most of the time, is actually Mako who gets the girl.

Gault is jsut too fun not to keep around. Arthemis wouldnt call him his best friend becuase she suspects the guys can be bought but he is fun either way. She like getting a lot of money with him and then wasting it all or just not taking the pay,just to mess up with him.

Torian is fun. Sometimes. He is a mandalorian and she likes fighting strong people. But Torian is a bit more serious that she would like. She doesnt like people dying because then she cant fight them again and so she doesnt like some decisions of the mandalorian. But at the end of the day the trust that the two share is one of a brotherhood.

Blizz. God Damm Blizz. When Arthemis got Mako on her bed and then into her family she thought she coulnt be happier. She was wrong. The little jawa makes everything better. As chaotic as her and even weirder than Gault, Arthemis just cant stop keeping the jawa around

YOU READ MY COMMENT ABOUT SCORPIO? WELL THAT X2

Selendis likes using two big guns to shot down her enemies. She doesnt really enjoy going around in huge armor so she keeps herself kinda light. But her armor is still a bit big. Why you ask? Cause she loves the feeling of having not only a flamethrower but also grenades, missiles, hooks and electric weapons all stuffed in her body.

Selendis <3 Lana and Senya

Sith Inquisitor

Sith girl with piercing orange eus and long amazing black hair. She is 182 and as sith that focus on range combat, she took the luxury of enhancing her breasts to a nice DD cups. She doesnt like jewelry but she has a few tattoos.

Sorcerer

Lesbian. The one to dom them all.

No amount of girls is too much when it comes to Selendys

A proud, stylish and master manipulator Selendis believes that the empire can be improved but even in its current state is better than the republic. She is patient and ruthless and wont stop until the galaxy is back on order. She left the alliance and took overthe sith empire after letting Acina step down. Seriously, no killing her just “Try and stop me from getting the throne”

Khem Val is her personal monster. A warrior of another time which she swears wont ever be forgotten. She has taken into redacting whatever information the dashade gives her. She has task him ith protecting everyone she deems worthy of her interest

Andronikos is a fun and interesting man. He is a pirate with experience and a code. Hard things to find. Selendis enjoys him being slipery and smartass. She also enjoys the acces to the underworld the man provides. Over all she likes that the betrayed man has once more put his trust on someone. She wont abuse it but she prides herself of it

Ashara. The little puppy. She has learn about the dark side and the sith and yet she keeps herself on a reaching point from the jedi order. Still she has a point of view that is useful and welcome. She has teached her everything useful that she could learnt.

Talos. Oh Talos. A men of science and interest. Selendis has swear to protect the smart man just so he can see for once history being made instead of being discovered. Most of the time she has free, she will spent researching stuff with Talos and discussing history

Xalek. Selendis attack dog. A simple desire of the young Kaleesh allowed Selendis to craft a magnificent Student. Xalek belived that she was a god. And so Selendis tasked Xalek to forget about being a kaleesh god, and instead become a sith god. Strength, power, and victory.

Lana Beniko. From the first time Selendis met Lana she was intrigue. A sith that kept her rage and hate deep withing her, so she could serve the empire better. Selendis wasted no time in seducing the sith and keeping her under her control. But soon Selendis lost control and ended up loving her. Lana became her source of power. She would burn the galaxy for her. She also fancid her cute ass and the way she lost control.

Senya Tirall. Selendis doesnt do well with betrayal. And so after defeating Arcann, she was left quite angry when Senya saved him. So, after the war with Zakuul, Selendis threw Senya into a prison and slowly made her crumble. Telling her that both Arcann and Vaylin were death, Offering herself as the only ally, and then leaving her alone. Selendis broke Senya and put her back together in a way that she would enjoy. Despite being more of a pet than a lover, Selendis does love her in her wn special way, and wont let her be hurt.

REPUBLIC OCS

Cassandra (Cassie) Jedi Knight <3 kIRA She tiny! She is 165, amber eyes,C cups she likes to hide on a sport bra and to fight, she has a few scars over her back and shoulder (horny origin) She specialies on Djem So but likes using two lightsbaers instead of one Lesbian Total Bottom girl. Tsundere (will be all agressive but you pet her once and she will melt on your arms)

T7-01 The crimemaster, Teseven will always be there to push Cassie towards any female individual just so Cassie can stop winning about not having a girlfriend. Each time it works, but Cassie ends up lossing the contact or getting pulled out from plannet by the council

Kira. Or like Cassie likes to call her, babe! Cassie was sweap of her feat by how chaotic her padawan was an how incredible persistent she was on taking baths together, giving eachother massages and just being close. Cassie lasted 2.6 seconds the first time she gave her a kiss and fron that day on, she is either fighting or on her girlfriend’s arms. Kira likes to tease Cassie and on nights she makes sure to give her all of her love

Doc. The best partner. Doc is always there for Cassie, wherever she is doing good or bad. Or doing ilegal or legal stuff. He knows Cassie will jump towards danger and he will be there to help her make the galaxy a better place Rusk. There are few things that Rusk hates more than the empire and one of them is how Cassie jumps on top of his back because she is to tiny to get food by herself. Even then, he will die for his little sister becuase he knows she will defeat the empire some day

Scourge. The big old sith might have forgotten what means love, pain or feelings, but he respects Cassie. He knows that despite her size the little jedi is more than capable of busting whatever walls appear on her way, even if it means tapping on the dark side.

Bella Jedi consular <3 NADIA

She is a curvy girl. D cps on a tallish girl, 178, with a dump track ass. She is thick and she is SHY about it. She likes baggy clothes so her body doesnt show too much. She feels that healing people with her skills is the best call for her but she also agrees that sometimes throwin a massive bould to minnies is good

Qyzen. Qyzen and Bella are good frends. Mostly, because Qyzen will gladly shoot anyone who calls Bella on her fat ass, and Bella will drop a boulder on anyone who calls him green skin or lizard. The two of them are the type of people who fixate on stuff and they enjoy their hobbies

Tharan. To be honest. Bella didnt think it thorugh when she got Tharan to come with. She was doing it mosly out of pity and because she needed some help. But mostly she just liked Holiday and would be more interested on keeping her rather than him.

Zenith. Oh dear Zenith. Bella enjoys Zenith attiude. There is little more than that. She isnt as extremist as he is, but she knows that he will do everything on his power to defeat the empire and protect the inocent

Iresso. Oh Ireso is fun. Bella likes to bully him in little wyas. Sometimes she will just pick something ilegal to do to get on his nerves. Thats alls. Well he is all good and good for fights but Bella likes how correct he is and that she can make him mad

Nadia: Her love. Her mistress. Her everything. Everyone has thirsted for her body, and so Bella usually isnt ready to believe most words of love and affection, but Nadia persisted for months, being almost addicted to her body. And so one day Bella let her padawan into her bedroom and cried over her love. Nadia is the type of girl who will devote her heart and soul to her love. She CANT keep her hands off Bella’s body tho, which makes it hard for her to keep clean underwear around

NEW OCS FROM THE NOT PC OCS GAME.

PRESENTING. THE ARTIST

Sarah Novadust

The lead singer and dancer of the Imperial Idol group “Royal Novas”

A tallish girl (175cm) a bit petite looking but upclose you notice she has a good pair of thighs and some nice ass. She has GOLDEN hair. Not blonde. Golden. She keeps it on a long ponytail that reaches all the way back to her ass. She is a human girl of 22 years old with Purple eyes due to some alien grandparents

She leads the Royal Nova an Idol Group originated on the Empire. The group is formed by her, 3 back up singers, 5 back up dancers, 2 guitars, piano, drums, violin, and 1 trumpet. The 15 girls are all REAL close to Sarah.. More on that later

Sarah was born on Sarapin. She worked on being an artist since she was young, but when she was around 15 she was blacklisted from most musical firms on the republic over a incident with a manager that wanted to taste her body. Sarah left to spent some times with friends back on Balmorra when the empire attacked. FOr a couple of years she layed low working on some cantinas singing to earn a living. It was there when some sith lady saw her and brought her to Kaas City. Sarah would keep singing for more and more excentic public until she had the favour of enough people that she could stay safe and solo. Then after saving up for some time, she went and convinved a few sith lords and sith officers to put some credits on for a full on idol group. She invited friends and scouted for talent all over the galaxy

As an artist, Sarah likes mixing her young excitement with imperial overconfidense. She knows that playing it safe wont work and so she makes every song and perfomance into a way to improve herself more and more. With a big group of girls to help her she has managed to perform or even Dark council members and Senators from the republic.

As a young woman, Sarah attracts a lot of people. She isnt the most strong willed person, nor she is particulary aggresive. That is excaclty the reason why each and every member of the Royal Novas is madly in love with her. Each girl looks over their leader as a little kitten to be protected. Of course, Sarah doesnt mind the attention and as long everyone plays nice, she will open her heart to the entire group. With 22 years old, a massive fallowing, more credits that she can count and a polyamourous relationship with 14 girls, Sarah's life is just the best

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mellowrat21 · 3 years

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Rough Changes.

AU where the bullying Sal recieves from Travis, his school crush, gets so hard to him, it almost kills him, so he decides to close some cycles and get the hell out of the situation. Cw: mention of self harm, bullying, graphic violence, strong vocabulary, polyamorous relationships, mild (really really mild) implied sex scene(?, heavily loaded with angst. Fandom: Sally Face Words: 4800 Hope you enjoy it!

The first time Sally went out around Nockfell he used to wear a beanie to hide his bright, long, electric blue hair and wore discrete clothes, but as the time went by and he started hanging out with Larry, Ash and Todd, his confidence slowly started going higher and higher until he started going to school with his signature hairstyle, some hairpins and his favorite clothes, he was a cis guy, and he was bisexual, but who cared, everyone who saw him thought he was a girl and probably a lesbian since he hung out with Ashley so much. And he didn’t give a flying fuck about it, he wouldn’t make an effort to change his voice to make it sound “more feminine” or go to the women’s restroom because he didn’t feel the need to, he was a guy, period. Some people didn’t seem to agree and thought he was a trans guy or something, which was terribly stupid and Sal and his friends would always mock the people that harassed him on the streets “you will never be a real woman, you tranny!” or “no matter how many chemicals are in your body, you will always be a girl!”, people never knew if he was a girl or a boy, and that amused him a lot. But then, when they got to the middle of 8th grade, a new kid was introduced to his class, he was a tall, brown boy with shiny blonde hair, he had what appeared to be a bruise on his left eye but Sal thought it was rude to stare, so he lowered his head, wondering if it was a bruise or a birthmark. The kid got to sit beside him, they didn’t talk at all, if not just the common “hi” from when a new kid gets introduced to the class and you’re the one sitting next to them. Dear diary: Today in class there was a new kid, he is cute, I wanna be his friend and maybe share drawings or stickers or even Pokémon cards, what if he collects them too? I could find the ones I don’t have and he could benefit from mine too. He’s my age, his name is Travis. I think he’s religious, so not cool, religion is boring, I always sleep in religion class. I’m gonna ask him if he wants to sit with me at lunch, he might be lonely since he’s a new boy at school, I wanna be his first friend, I could even introduce him to the group!

Alright, gotta sleep, Sal out.

The alarm clock was buzzing, letting Sal know it was time to get out of bed and ready for a heavy Tuesday of school, he hated Tuesdays, no band club, no art classes, nothing, just geometry, math and a lot of history, Spanish and English, oh, and religion too. He got up and went to take a quick shower, it was cold and he didn’t really like turning the heater on, it was too noisy for being 6:40 in the morning the time he showered for school. When he got out of the shower, he put on his underwear and with a towel around his hair he sat on the sink to take care of his reddish scars, that day they were way more tender than usual, it stung and even hurt in some places the q-tip touched with the lotion. He sighed, getting back down from the sink and finding a meowing Gizmo on his bed, who stretched as soon as he saw his owner, asking him to pet him and rub his belly. “Aw hi little guy! Did you get some good sleep?” Sally asked in a tiny voice, thoroughly shaking Gizmo’s big belly, he earned a purry meow from him, who got up and walked out of the room to get food. Sal let out a breathy giggle and started going through his closet, thinking what he should wear; he found a white skirt he thought was really cute, tried it on but found out it was way too short and it showed the scars on his thighs, he didn’t want any more visits to the school counselor for self-harm even though his scars were a combination of cuts made by him and scratches made by Gizmo. He decided to stop thinking so much and just grabbed a pair or ripped black skinny jeans with patches and chains Larry had gifted him for his 15th birthday and a pastel blue gloomy bear t-shirt to go with it, by the time he tied his usual blue converse he thought of grabbing a hoodie, so he grabbed a red zip-up hoodie and threw it on before he went to get some breakfast, some peach slices and Greek yogurt did the job and after a little bit of him styling his hair with his dryer and iron, he went to brush his teeth, he grabbed his bag after putting his prosthetic on and headed out. On the way he found Larry, with whom he went to the bus stop while chatting a little bit. “hey Lar, did you see the new kid?” Sal asked, eager to hear the answer, he was so interested in him, he was excited to know him. “uh yeah, that Travis boy? He’s chill, why? Larry said, munching on a chocolate chip cookie that might be his breakfast, he had his hair tied back in a messy bun which showed he didn’t shower, and those bruise-like bags under his eyes made clear he didn’t sleep either. “huh? What do you mean chill, did you talk to him?” Sal’s eyelids perked up, surprised by his friend talking about his interesting future new friend. “oh hell no, he’s religious, I would never get near a religious guy, they’re scary with all their crazy ‘god loves you’ shit” Larry shivered jokingly, earning an annoyed sigh from Sal, who playfully punched his friend’s shoulder. “he can’t be that bad bro, he’s 14, he probably just uses the cross necklace because his dad makes him.” Sal tried to shrug it off, then the bus came and they got on. While looking for a seat, Sal spotted a blonde head, and when he got closer, low and behold, it was Travis. He was talking to another blue haired kid that attended their school, but they suddenly locked eye contact and Sal smiled to him, only to remember he couldn’t see it, so he shakingly waved until Larry softly pushed him to sit behind Travis and the other boy that was there. “come on dude, you’re gonna fall if you stay there!” Larry tugged on his hoodie, which made him sigh and sit next to his friend, his face red as a cherry and the blush spreading to his ears. That was so embarrassing… “woah woah dude are you okay? Do you have like a fever or something? Your face is hot as fuck and your so re- AH DUDE NOT COOL!!” Larry said worried, getting elbowed on the stomach by his flustered friend who was literally shaking on his seat. “i-I am- I’m okay it’s j-ju-just I-… fuuuuck” Sal stammered out, not being able to form a sentence from how hard he was shaking, then he hear a gasp from the

seat in front of him. “what? Are you- are you a boy?” a flustered, weirded out Travis was looking at him, he looked disgusted and scared. “uh m-me? I- I… yes, I’m a boy…” Sal stuttered again, scared, the first words they exchanged and they were not at all the ones he expected. “what the- ugh, boys don’t wear skirts, you shouldn’t wear that kind of attires, it’s ungodly.” The disgust in Travis’ face was growing with every word and Sal was literally at the verge of tears from how scared he was, even though he had picked a gender neutral looking outfit he got a bad comment, from the boy he wanted to be friends with. Sal tried to talk but the words were stuck in his mouth, when a sudden movement startled him to the point he yelped. “yo, clothes don’t have gender. Go fuck with someone else smartass.” Larry had jerked up from his sit, completely angered and with a threatening stand. Travis got scared himself and he just turned around mumbling something under his breath. Sal was silently crying, little sobs slipped from under the mask his day didn’t start well at all and he had heard what the boy in front of him had mumbled.

He called him a faggot.

His day went on horribly, boring classes, all of them where he sat next to the boy who he had a little crush on, it was all wrong, all he wanted to do was go home and curl up in a ball to cry, and cry and cry. Before lunch started, he got up rather quickly, Travis used the opportunity to trip him and he fell over, he scratched both his knees and it wanted to make him cry again, and it did, he just ran to the restrooms and locked himself in a stall, hugging his legs and silently crying again, what a shit day, he just wanted it to end already. The urge was suddenly unbearable, he needed to get himself off of that situation, he reached to his hoodie pockets and pulled out a little envelope that contained a stainless steel blade he hadn’t used in a while. He then pulled his sleeves up and angrily started making multiple deep cuts in every dimension, that made him sob and gasp, and when he was done, he was just a mess of blood and tears, he reached for the toilet paper and luckily for him, there was, so he quickly put it on the wounds and made some pressure until the blood was almost gone, he pulled the sleeves back down and sighed, he wasn’t relieved, but he wasn’t around Travis so he was good for a while. Then he remembered his next class was religion, fuck no, he was going to the principle to ask him to call his dad, he needed to go home, he couldn’t resist any more time with Travis let alone it being in religion class, fucking religion class, that was the last thing he wanted to happen to him. After he decided he was calling his dad to go home, he got off the toilet and opened up the stall door slowly as to not find any “unwanted guests”. Once he double-checked and triple-checked he was able to get out of there an run to the principal’s office, only to blink and open his eyes back up at a hospital room, surrounded by Larry, Ashley, Todd, Todd’s boyfriend (he didn’t remember his name) and his dad, all looking both worried and relieved. “oh my god, he’s awake!” Ashley almost yelled, rushing to hold his friends hand. “huh…? Wha- what am I doing here?” Sal asked, looking around, noticing his arms were uncovered, showing his fresh cuts and the catheter where the liquids where flowing. “uh, you passed out and Larry found you completely splattered on the ground, your hoodie was soaked in blood so he told us and we rushed you to the hospital. It seemed like you lost a lot of blood, Sally, what’s wrong?” Todd talked, looking concerned. “Salvatore, please tell me you’re not going to start cutting yourself again, I already signed a document to refuse your admission to the mental hospital, I know you don’t wanna go back there and I don’t want you to go either, that place only drugs you and prevents you from everything…” Henry spoke, worry and sadness gushing out of his mouth while he talked. Tears started falling down Sal’s eyes, he was mortified, and now he was in the fucking hospital, he was sure this was a nightmare, he needed to wake up, he needed to fucking- “SAL, WAKE UP!!” Larry said, worried and scared, it had been a day since Sal got out of the hospital and he stopped going to school for a while, Larry was taking care of him every day after school to make sure he was eating and cleaning himself, he was worried his best friend would kill himself if he spent too many time alone and he wasn’t risking losing another loved one. Never again. Sal jerked awake, all startled by his friend’s yelling. “what do you want Larry…” annoyed by his sudden awakening, Sal rolls over on the bed and starts falling back asleep. “I brought you some pancakes and chocolate milk… I know you like them…” Larry sighed out, he was sad to see his best friend like that, he hated it, he fucking hated whatever was going on with him to make him that depressed. Sal sat up and started eating bit by bit, the bandages on his arms were getting loose and a bit gooey, so after Sal finished eating, Larry carried him piggyback to the bathroom to clean him up.

That was only the beginning of the worst four years of his life, days of never ending bullying, depressive episodes, fights, detentions, panic attacks and breakdowns.

Last break of their last year of school was nearing in, that was the last day of school before break and they’d be back for a month and a half more of school and everything would be over. Sal was excited because he was going on a field trip with the squad, not knowing those plans were going to be completely crushed by goody two-shoes blonde fuck Travis, who had woke up that last day of school and chose complete violence. That day was living hell for Sal, he never stopped mocking him and calling him names, but Sal just pretended to ignore him, until… “Hey freak, you faceless faggot motherfucker, did your mommy do your hair for you? It looks shitty! Oh wait, no she didn’t. why, you ask? OH YEAH, BECAUSE SHE’S DEAD, SHE MUST BE CRINGING AND CRYING IN HER GRAVE BECAUSE SHE’S ASHAMED OF YOU, ABOMINATION, UNGODLY MONSTER” Travis was following him around, tugging at his hair and pushing his head around, until Sal snapped. He didn’t say anything, just a hit, square in the nose, a loud crack and a scream followed, Sal just kept hitting and hitting until Larry had to physically drag him away, he was frozen, scared, absolutely terrified of himself, of what he did. Luckily it was finally break time and he got to dip out of there, he locked himself at home and ravaged the tree on his backyard, then when he was tired of it, he decided to go back inside and look at himself in the mirror, he then found himself staring down to a pair of scissors on his nightstand. His breath became shaky and anxious, he didn’t want to do it, he made him do it, it was all his fault, all his fault, he fucking did it. “LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID, TRAVIS FUCKING PHELPS!” he cried out, yelling and shaking after he looked at himself back in the mirror, his pretty blue long locks were completely gone, leaving him with a mess of hair, he didn’t want it anymore, he didn’t want to look like a girl, he didn’t want to be bullied anymore, he didn’t deserve it. “I am a man, I was born a man, I will die a man, and if I am a man I will fucking behave like one. Did you fucking hear me, Phelps!? IM GONNA BE WHAT YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO SEE, A FUCKING GUY, NOT THE UNGODLY FAGGOT YOU ALWAYS SAW ON ME!! ARE YOU HAPPY? ARE YOU GLAD?! FUCK YOU! YOU MADE ME LIKE THIS! ME! THE ONE WHO ALWAYS THOUGHT FONDLY OF YOU, THE ONE THAT THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST SCARED OF ME! The one who… the one… the one who fucking liked you…” Sally couldn’t speak anymore, he was shaking, sobbing and crying out loud on the bathroom floor, just to stare back up and find Larry and Ashley looking down at him, both crying, completely worried and scared of what they were looking at. Larry picked him up as he drifted away, passing out from all the crying. They let him sleep, he was sleeping soundly as the other two were slowly falling asleep by his sides. When he woke up he found them sleeping there, he woke them up too since he had an enormous headache and needed some assistance. “Lar… b-bring me some medicine please my head hurts like hell…” He went to grab onto his locks and all he found was a nest of tangled up short hair, he found himself scared but then remembered what happened before he went out and tears started gushing out of his eyes. “fuck, I really did it, I cut my fucking hair.” Sal unbelievably laughed, a melancholic laugh. Larry got up and Ash stayed there, hugging him softly. “don’t worry, blue, I’ll take you to a salon after you take your medicine and we’ll get that mess fixed, alright?” Ash held his hand, reassuringly squishing it softly. Sal nodded then looked up when he saw Larry pop out of the doorframe holding a pill and a glass of water which he gave him to drink. “So dude… after you get the haircut… do you wanna go get some food and maybe get high at the abandoned house down the hill? I know Ash is out of this because she has to babysit her brother but we can go if you want.” Larry asks rather shyly, trying not to give Sal any strong emotions. “I’ll take the food offer, but no weed for me today, this headache will get fucking worse if I even get near the stuff” Larry nodded, joining the hug

after Sal had swallowed the pill, closing his eyes at the pleasuring hug. After the pill kicked in and Sal was no longer in pain, the three young adults went to the hair salon to get Sal a haircut, then the other two sat back reading awfully boring magazines. Mid haircut, Sal asked the stylist to dye his hair black, he wanted to change himself completely, never look back at himself how he used to be. They finished washing his hair and he went to show his friends who looked completely dumbfounded by the new look, so dumbfounded Sal started to worry. “guys? What is it? Do-does it look bad? Do I change it or-“ he was cut off by a wave of NO’s from both of them, they were both in love with what they saw before them, they rushed to hug him and cradle him, Larry cried, because he loved him, he loved every single piece of his existence and now he looked so different, not happier, but completely different, he was proud of him, of his baby, not blue anymore.

The road trip never happened, but they stayed together at Sal’s house the whole break since Henry was away for a business trip that meant a lot of money coming to them afterwards. The three spent the break like a little family, they tried doing all sorts of things, like cooking, hiking, stargazing, burning all Sal’s “feminine” stuff as a symbolic sacrifice (even if Ashley wanted to keep the makeup and some stockings he had) and well, other kind of stuff between the three of them. The day they had go back to school went… not so badly. The squad had agreed not to talk to Sal a lot at school so people thought he was just absent or something, and it worked out until some person started to suspect. “hey, you, uh… Salvatore?” Travis approached the guy shyly, tapping his shoulder. “yeah?” Sal tried to lower his voice to confuse the oblivious blonde even more. “well I wanted to talk to you about something, in private, so… do you mind going with me to the school’s auditorium? I promise it’ll not take long.” Travis stepped a little further from him as to not scare him. “uh yeah sure, why not.” He nodded and followed behind, not too closely, while he texted his partners about it, he was shaking, scared and stressed about what might happen there. Porcelain doll: school auditorium, quick, heading there with Travis, apparently he wants to talk about something.

Ashey<3: oooo someone is getting confessed to!!!

Lar-Bear: be there in 3 minutes, dragging Ash with me if something happens.

Porcelain doll: nice, thanks babe.

Ashey<3: no worries boo ~

Lar-Bear: we love you, Torey.

Sal sighed in relief knowing his boyfriend and girlfriend were going to be around if something bad happened, so he ruffled his hair and jogged a bit, trying to keep up the pace. When they got there, Travis pushed the big doors to the entrance, the dim lighted room was scary enough with the theatre people in it, let alone it being completely empty, except for Ash and Larry who were hiding in the console room.

Travis cleared his throat, he was… nervous? Maybe Sal was imagining it, there’s no way that motherfucker was nervous.

“so… what did you wanna talk about?” Sal spit out rather venomously, stressed and annoyed by Travis’ presence.

“I promise it wouldn’t take long so it won’t. Salvatore Fisher, Sally Face, I wanted to tell you I’m absolutely sorry for what I did to you, all those years of suffering because of my fear of… of… uh… of…” Travis was struggling to take it out, he was disgusted by his own words though he knew he had to say it somehow. “of liking another man, of liking you, Sal… I was taking it all out on you and you didn’t deserve it, I’m working on myself, on becoming a better person for you, because I know how much damage I caused you on the outside, but on the inside, I know I left you a wound that is rotting and I will never know how deep it is.”

“Bro. You waited four years. Four fucking whole years to apologize for something you did to me every day nonstop, the words, the names, the hits, the hair pulling, all of that, and now you’re just telling me that you’re sorry? What do you expect? That I fall on your arms, begging you to hold me and forgiving you right away? Fuck no. Totally not. I will never forget what you did to me, and you know what? Fuck you. You’re the fucking faggot, you’re the one that deserves to get your shit rocked every single day of the rest of your fucking existence. You’re the sissy, little blondie piss baby, what’re you gonna do, huh? Cry out to daddy for him to save you? Only sissies cry, Travis, man the fuck up and piss your pants anywhere else but near me.” Sal gushed every word that came out of his mouth so naturally it was like he had rehearsed that speech a thousand times. He pushed him, making him trip over his feet and fall to the ground before he left, fuming, at the verge of tears, and before he closed the doors of the auditorium he yelled “FUCK YOU TRAVIS PHELPS, EVEN IF I STILL LOVED YOU, I WOULD NEVER TOUCH YOUR FILTHY FLESH IN MY MISERABLE LIFE, Y’KNOW!?” and with that said, he slammed the door behind him, actually hearing rushed footsteps from the other side. Todd and Larry were waiting for him outside but Sal ignored them, he was too busy wiping the tears off of his face as his legs gave in and let him sit on the floor, resting his back against a stack of lockers nearby. Travis barged out of the auditorium, tears desperately streaming down his face, yelling out for Sal. “SAL PLEASE FORGIVE ME, I LOVE YOU WITH MY LIFE AND IM SORRY I HURT YOU SO MUCH PLEASE JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE I PROMISE I’LL BE BETTER!!” Travis was full on begging, he needed him so bad but Todd and Larry stopped him, Larry had hit him square in the face while on the floor Todd kicked him on the side, completely angered to see how poor Sally was crying too, with Ashley by his side hugging him and comforting him, they would never let Travis get near Sal, ever again. Since the principal actually knew Sal and Travis situation, he didn’t end up expelling anyone and didn’t give them detention, Travis, Todd and Larry were given a warning and Ash was congratulated because of how good of a job she did comforting Sally while he was having his panic attack. Finally they got to go home and do their homework and onto the next day.

Finally, the school year, graduation and prom had been completely over, and Ash, Sal and Larry were moving out of Nockfell to live together in the city since Larry had gotten a job and Sal was planning to start university with Ash, they were both planning on enrolling in art school even though Sal wasn’t too excited about it since he wasn’t as good at art as Larry and Ashley were, but they both always reminded him that he doesn’t need to be good, he needs to be passionate. That way he would finally get better.

The news of the moving got to Travis, so, as a goodbye present, he left a letter and some candy for Sal in his letterbox, promising him and himself that they would never cross each other ever again. Sal thought it was a cute gesture, maybe in another life they would’ve been together, but in this one, they just peacefully drifted away after all the suffering they felt throughout the years. He went in to smoke some weed, he took the letter with him and read it out loud, he cried a little while, and after that he just burned the letter and went back into the empty house. Ash greeted him with a soft kiss on the lips and smiled. “The moving crew called, they’ll be here in ten minutes. Lar is upstairs saying his last goodbyes to the house.” Ash kissed his forehead and let him go with a playful spank on his butt, making both of them giggle. When Sal went up he found Larry crying, he softly approached him and sat beside him, hugging him tightly.

“hi doll, sorry you get to see me like this, I got nostalgic and I was thinking of how glad my mom would be to know that I found a job, that I have a beautiful loving relationship and that I’m moving out with them, with the beautiful people I love.” Larry sobbed onto Sally’s chest and he howled as soon as the words left Larry’s mouth.

“I’m sure little old Lisa is really fucking proud of you, of me and of Ashey, like, we’re both successful young adults and we’re taking off, we’re living our lives just like Lisa, my dad and Ashley’s wanted, so never doubt it, they’re all pretty proud of you, bear.” Sally reassured him with a big smile, Larry kissed him softly then pulled out with a huge smile.

“good god Torey, I love you so fucking much.” They ended up cuddling on the beanbag they didn’t pack, it was big enough to fit three people there, so they were comfortable, kissing and cuddling there. They started getting heated up and kissing more aggressively. Rough kissing and hickeys, until Ashley interrupted them.

“I knew I was hearing my little porcelain doll moaning, why am I not invited again?” They all laughed and pulled her onto the beanbag, but then again there was another interruption, the doorbell rang, the moving crew was there, they started loading the stuff to the moving truck and the other stuff inside Larry’s truck, then took off, they were leaving, finally leaving that damn town, the memories, the suffering, off to a new life, a better life where they had love to give and receive, wealth and success, so they weren’t sad. Obviously they were nostalgic, but never sad.

They finally got to the new house, it was big and pretty, the furniture looked perfect and the bedroom was cozy and welcoming. They were so tired that day, they just slept through the whole night and the next half of the day.

There their life started, their new life, where the worries were different and the old problems were nowhere to be seen, and they were happy, they were completely free. Free, loved and happy, just how they deserved.

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mollymauk-teafleak · 3 years

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we can make it right

My wonderful girlfriend’s other anniversary present! We get two because she’s the best and most wonderful and deserves everything @spiky-lesbian

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Ben tries to help Juno find himself again after a tough few years.

tw: mentions of abusive relationships, its Juno post Diamond so I think you know what to expect

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“He’s not doing good, is he?”

Most of the time, Benzaiten found his boyfriend’s tendency to point out the obvious endearing and adorable. But sometimes, like now, it reminded him of things he’d rather not think about. It was hard enough to see the dark circles under his brother’s eyes and the way he’d pick listlessly at his food when he’d come down and eat with them at all, the hours he spent in bed but not sleeping, how he’d made no efforts towards finding himself another job. It was hard enough to lie to Rita every time she called to check up on him and ask how the lady she still insisted on calling Boss was doing.

It was hard enough knowing his brother was hurting badly and that he couldn’t do anything about it, without Mick pointing it out.

But it wasn’t his fault and Ben let go of the resentment quickly, setting down his glass and sighing, “No. He really isn’t.”

Mick reached across the table, over the remains of their dinner and took his hand. He rarely knew what to say at times like this but he knew Ben thought his touch, his quiet presence and his willingness to listen more than enough.

“I mean, I’m trying, babe,” Ben’s voice trembled, “God knows I’m trying but every time I talk to him, every time I try and get any kind of emotion out of him, it’s like he can’t hear me.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you…”

“No,” Ben shook his head quickly, wiping at the tears that sprung alarmingly quickly to his eyes with the hand not in Mick’s, “You didn’t. I mean, he’s been living here, what, a month? I can’t just keep hoping this will magically be enough and not talking about it. I need to do something but...”

“She hurt him bad, honey,” Mick said hesitantly, “He’s probably just scared to let anyone else in.”

Ben dropped his hand, looking across at his boyfriend, heartbreak in his eyes as he whispered, “Even me?”

Mick grimaced, “Well...I mean, not that it was his fault, but he was pushing us away for a long time before it fell apart. Remember how bad it got?”

The wine on his tongue suddenly turned sour as Ben grimaced. He did remember, better than he wanted to. He remembered how it had started small, with cancelled plans and standing him up for coffees he’d promised to have with his brother. There had always been apologies and excuses, the academy was just kicking his ass, he just had so much paperwork to do, he just needed a little time to find his feet and get his head above water. Ben had nodded and said he understood, all while privately wondering why Juno seemed to have time to go to all these parties and clubs, kinds he’d never expressed an interest in before, but didn’t have the time to see his own twin for lunch.

Whenever Ben would offer help, would express worry that maybe he was working too hard, that was when the conversation would turn terse. Juno didn’t need his help. Ben had his hands full with Ma, didn’t he? Ben had risen to those, he knew he had, never able to let Juno get away with smartass comments unchallenged. They’d stopped having conversations that didn’t end in shouting matches, even if they’d meekly apologise over their comms the next morning and promise to try again.

But eventually, it had blown up completely one night when he’d gone to Juno’s new place, unannounced and sick of being blown off all the time, intending to force his brother into a night off with him. Juno had gotten in his face and the words had slipped out, the words Ben had known were coming.

Ben had his chance to help. He’d had his chance to go with Juno and he’d chosen Sarah instead.

Blinded by furious, helpless tears, Ben hadn’t realised until later that there had been another person in Juno’s room.

It had spiralled quickly after that. Juno wouldn’t answer his calls any more, not even after he moved out of Ma’s house and in with Mick. He had to hear it from Sasha, from Rita, that Juno was falling apart. He’d had to watch his brother’s self destruction from the sidelines.

It wasn’t until the night of the wedding that didn’t happen that Ben found any hope. It didn’t give him any pleasure at all to watch them break his brother’s heart but at least it was over. That night, they’d drank, they’d let everything go in one mad, alcohol fuelled release of years worth of tension, they’d ridden at breakneck speed through the desert on the back of Mick’s bike, the wind had caught the hem of Juno’s wedding dress and billowed it out behind him as he’d laughed and cried and Ben remembered thinking how beautiful his brother looked.

He remembered thinking that he finally had his other half back.

But now there was only this. Juno haunting their spare room, jobless and withdrawing, heartbroken and depressed, walls around him a mile thick. Even if Ben could find a way through, would he want him to?

“Even if he was yelling at me and punching my teeth out again, it would be better than this,” Ben mumbled, feeling his lower lip tremble.

“But maybe that’s it,” Mick frowned as he tried to put the words together, “Jay did that when all you were trying to do was get him out of that awful relationship and help him. Even if he didn’t know it at the time, he knows it now. And...I mean, it wasn’t the guy’s fault, of course it wasn’t, but...it was kind of shitty?”

Ben sniffled, “So...what do you mean?”

“I mean I think he feels guilty,” Mick shrugged, “He wants to let you in and let you help but he knows how badly he fucked it up last time. He’s scared of getting hurt but I think he’s scared of hurting you too. So if you want to help him...maybe show him you forgive him first?”

Ben’s jaw fell open a little and he stared at his boyfriend in awe for a long moment before jumping to his feet, circling round their cramped dinner table and pulling him in by the face for a long, deep kiss.

“You, Bartholomew Mercury,” he declared once he’d pulled away, “are one of the smartest men on Mars.”

Instantly, his boyfriend’s ears turned scarlet and he was grinning madly as Ben kissed him one last time before hurrying up to the spare room Juno had taken when he’d moved in.

The door was shut of course but when Ben rapped on it, there was only a few seconds pause before he heard his brother answer, “Yeah?”

“Can I come in, Super Steel?”

“I told you, Ben, I’m not hungry,” the voice sounded heavy and tired, so unlike his brother used to, “I’ll get something later, promise.”

“It’s not that,” Ben answered, “I just want to talk to you. Can I come in?”

There was a longer pause this time but eventually the answer came, “Sure.”

Before they’d offered it to Juno while he got back on his feet, they’d just thrown all the junk they didn’t want to deal with into this room. Which mostly meant Ben��s dance clothes, all the costumes from shows he’d been in right from when they were in high school and he’d been sewing them himself. All that had been listlessly pushed to one side, even if it did take up the majority of the space still. Not that Juno had unpacked his tiny suitcase of stuff rescued from Diamond’s place yet.

As he’d expected, Juno was just stretched out on the camp bed, still in the sweatpants and oversized shirt of Mick’s he’d been wearing for way too long now. He’d made the effort to sit up but from the way his curls were flattened on one side and his eyes were dry and shadowed, he’d just been staring at the wall before Ben had knocked on the door. He was hollow cheeked and ashy skinned, still a slight tremor in his hands like he was perpetually cold though there was a perfectly good comforter kicked away onto the floor.

But Ben didn’t let any of the worry show on his face, he just smiled and took a seat at the foot of the rickety fold out bed, making it creak alarmingly.

“So?” Juno asked tiredly.

“I wanted to tell you about this thing that happened to me today,” Ben said brightly, folding his legs up under himself, “So we were warming up at the studio and we switch the music every so often, just so we don’t get bored, y’know?”

“Uh huh,” Juno intoned flatly, eyes fading, but Ben persisted.

“And this time it was one of those real old Earth classics like Ma used to love, some of that old school hip hop funk. Here, I’ll play it for you!”

“Ben, you don’t have to do that…” Juno started but it was too late.

Ben yanked his comms out of his pocket and tapped quickly, eventually a rhythmic piano opening pouring out of the speaker in the corner. Good as Hell by Lizzo, they’d played it a thousand times before and he saw the recognition on Juno’s face.

“And it reminded me of when you and me would be going out to some party in high school and we’d always wait so we could get ready together,” Ben raised his voice over the singer’s now.

Maybe he was just imagining it, maybe he was just seeing what he wanted to see, but Ben could have sworn there was a flicker of some expression in Juno’s eyes, a kind of softness. He pressed on excitedly.

“Remember? You’d do my make up real killer and I’d help you pick out something you could still dance in and do your hair...and we’d always end up dancing. Even if we were wearing something so ridiculous or we looked like clowns, I’d grab your hands and pull you up and you’d call me an asshole but we’d still be smiling. We’d put this song on because it was your favourite and we’d just spin around until we fell over or I’d show you how to jive and you wouldn’t even be half bad!”

A chuckle. An honest to god chuckle, even if it was rough and uncertain. Ben’s face split into a grin, he knew then that Juno was seeing the same things he was, the memories he was reanimating with his words and the music.

“I always looked forward to getting ready with you, way more than any party…remember how much fun we had, Juno?”

His brother sighed, face softening, “Yeah. I remember, Benten.”

Feeling more sure about this than he had about anything for a while, Ben stuck his hand out, reaching across the space between them, reaching for his twin. For a second, Juno looked uncertain, afraid, his eyes flickering to Ben’s anxiously. But when he saw them shining, crinkling at the corners like they always did when he smiled wide enough to ache, something in him opened up.

He found the strength from somewhere and reached out to take his brother’s hand.

It was awkward and hesitant at first, Juno stiffly swaying from one foot to the other, kind of on the beat. Ben just shrugged, not about to make him run before he could walk, happily bouncing around him like an excited puppy, popping his shoulders and kicking out with abandon. Slowly, surely, he heard Juno start to laugh and saw him shaking his head helplessly, felt him loosen up bit by bit. It was like whatever energy and brightness Ben had was flowing into Juno, warming up frozen joints and restarting a dormant heart.

By the time the bridge kicked in, with all it’s heavy drum beats, the two of them were mirroring each other, both stomping and clapping and grinning hard enough to shake the floor. Ben ran to the boxes of old costumes, ripping them open and pulling out feather boas, glitter vests, sequin headbands, throwing them at his brother. Juno cackled, pulling on everything he was given, yanking a few onto Ben as well until they were both equally as haphazardly bedazzled. They let the song play again and again, melting into itself in a loop they’d happily let go on forever, time not mattering one jot as the twins bounced and vogued and grinded their way around the tight space, laughing until their chests held the same ache.

And for the length of a sparkling piano line and thumping drum beat, everything was alright again.

Eventually, the back of Juno’s knees hit the camp bed and he fell onto it, panting raggedly and shaking his head in defeat, “God, Ben, I’m gonna pass out…”

Reluctant to have it end but recognising the moment was done, Ben turned the song off and sank down next to his brother, now pressed up against one another.

In the silence afterwards, Juno’s face settled a little back into place, the same sadness and tiredness edging into his expression. But this time he leaned against Benten, letting his head fall onto his brother’s shoulder, even if it meant he had to spit and sputter away a mouthful of purple synthetic feathers.

“Listen, Ben…” Juno sighed, sounding tired again but in a good, cleaner way, “I...I’m really glad you’re here.”

Ben smiled, finding Juno’s hand and squeezing it, “And I’m glad you’re here. So we’re even, Super Steel.”

That wasn’t the end of it, of course. Years of hurt and distance weren’t going to be fixed by a song and some memories. But the next time Juno felt himself sinking into a place he didn’t want to be, he reached out to Ben, knocking on his and Mick’s door in the middle of the night and not pulling away when Ben reached out and wrapped his arms around him.

He would be sad again. They’d get angry at each other again. They’d hurt each other sometimes.

But they both knew how to get back to each other.

#steel twins #benzaiten steel #benmick #juno steel #mick mercury #tw: abusive relationship #hurt/comfort #love me some good sibling relationships #please reblog and comment!!#its on ao3 too

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vortexofentertainment · 5 years

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Ours Are The Same (Wayhaught) Chapter One - Day One

Nicole’s nerves were getting the best of her. She couldn’t believe she was standing in line to meet the Waverly Earp of the Earp sisters. It was unreal. She might have been last in line, barely making the cut before the autographs were sold out, but she was here, damn it. And that’s all that mattered.

Waverly was the star of Nicole’s favorite show. Well, one of them. The other star was her smartass broody older sister, Wynonna. They also played sisters in a detective show that Nicole absolutely loved. Being a cop herself, she related to a lot that the characters went through. Especially Waverly’s since she was portraying a lesbian cop in a male dominant force. Nicole understood that perfectly. Especially since she had dubbed Purgatory “Patriarchal Bullshit Land.”

Also, fun fact, Wynonna and Waverly were from Purgatory originally. It was how Nicole discovered the show.

She moved up in the line. She couldn’t see her, but she could hear her voice. It was much sweeter in person.

In the back of her head, she felt a bit ridiculous. She was getting so worked up over this actress, that was younger than she was, that probably met people like Nicole daily. She was too old for this. She was 29. Her insecurities were creeping up.

But she felt so seen. She had become a part of this community of people that accepted her for who she is. She had found her people. If anything, she was lucky to be standing where she was. The people she had met through the show were her found family and nothing could take that away from her.

She held her head high as another person said goodbye to Waverly. She could see her now. Her brown hair spilled down in waves and she was even more stunning in person. Nicole could see that she was wearing a black sleeveless crop top with a white lace, also sleeveless, cardigan on over it. Her muscles were shown off well in this outfit and Nicole found herself a little jealous. She had to start working on defining her own arms.

Her heart started to race. She was next and she was beyond nervous. What does someone say to a person that has such an impact on their life, yet they don’t even know each other.

For all Nicole knew, Waverly was completely different than the ‘take-no-shit’ cop she played on television. The star was very quiet on social media and never really posted much unless it had to do with her non-profit, Start the Wave.

Nicole respected that about Waverly. She was very vocal about the environment and about saving it. Her water bottle had even become a staple accessory that fans freaked out over.

When it was finally Nicole’s turn, she stepped up in front of Waverly and looked down at a smile.

Waverly looked up and immediately locked eyes with Nicole.

“H-hi,” Waverly stuttered as she stood up quickly to shake Nicole’s hand.

Nicole was surprised. She hadn’t seen her do that to the other fans. Maybe it was because Nicole was the last one in line? She was pretty sure there was a panel that was supposed to start soon. There were still people at the tables beside them, but she was the last in Waverly’s line.

She reached out and took Waverly’s hand. It was like her body was humming. She couldn’t get over the fact that she was talking to Waverly Earp.

“Hi, I’m Nicole.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nicole,” Waverly said with a beaming smile. She sat back down and plucked the picture from Nicole’s hand.

“The pleasure is mine,” Nicole nodded. “I’m sure you’re told this all the time, but your character means so much to me. I’m a cop myself and being a gay cop in a small town isn’t exactly the easiest thing to be.”

“Where do you work?”

“Purgatory, actually,”

“Really?” Waverly asked, almost putting her pen down in shock. She looked up at Nicole. “How did a pretty girl like you find their way there?”

Nicole felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She looked down at her shaking hands with a smile. Did Waverly Earp really just call her pretty?

“It just kind of felt like I was meant to be there,” Nicole answered honestly. “I graduated and immediately saw the posting.”

“Well, I think you’re one of the few that willingly moved to Purgatory,” Waverly smiled.

“I’ve been told that quite a bit,” Nicole chuckled. She watched as Waverly began writing again. She was really good about keeping eye contact when talking.

“Here you go,” Waverly said slowly as she wrote the last little thing on her own photograph. “How long have you been at Purgatory?” Waverly asked. She folded her hand in front of her and looked back up to meet Nicole’s eyes once again.

“A year or so now,” Nicole nodded. She took her picture and looked down on it. She had written a lot and her signature was unreadable but beautiful. Nicole could only make out a ‘W’ and an ‘E’. “Thank you so much.”

“It was really nice to meet you, Nicole.” Waverly smiled again. She stood up and walked around the table, arms stretched out to encircle Nicole.

She couldn’t believe it was actually happening. She felt her heartbeat speed up as Waverly hugged her. She hugged her back, the height difference putting Waverly’s face right at the base of Nicole’s neck.

“Let’s get a selfie,” Waverly said. “Do you have your phone?”

“Oh, um, yeah, of course,” Nicole stammered as she reached for her back pocket. She pulled her phone out and somehow managed to unlock it with shaking hands.

“Here,” Waverly said. She took the phone from Nicole’s hand and gave it to the other woman at the table who Nicole assumed was her handler. “Do you care to take it?”

“Not at all,” the woman replied.

Nicole squatted just a bit so that she was the same height was Waverly. She felt Waverly’s arms wrap around her and she wrapped her own arm around the tiny brunette. She tried to make sure she kept her hand up and in a respectful position. The last thing she wanted to do was accidentally make Waverly uncomfortable in any way.

The woman snapped the picture and handed her phone back to Nicole. Nicole looked at the two of them and at how they actually looked pretty good together. It seemed… natural.

“Oh, that’s wonderful. Could you send that to me?” Waverly asked, as she pointed at the phone but look back to meet Nicole’s eyes again.

“Sure, yeah. I can send it to, like, your handler or manager or something?” Nicole asked as she started a new message thread.

“Here,” Waverly said as she took the phone out of Nicole’s hands once again. She typed in a number and hit send. “There, now, I have to get going. But it really was nice to meet you, Nicole.”

“It was nice to meet you, too!” Nicole nodded and smiled like an idiot. She managed to get her legs to work properly and take her away from Waverly and back down the hallway to meet her friends.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

Nicole sat at the bar with all of her group. She had never laughed or smiled so much as she had that night. She felt right at home. These were her people.

She was in the middle of listening to one of her friends tell a story when she felt her phone buzz.

‘Do you think you could meet me around the pool in twenty?’ the text read.

Oddly enough, it came from whoever Waverly had sent the picture to earlier. Maybe they needed to talk to her about deleting the picture. Maybe she had made some mistake while talking to Waverly and was now being kicked out of the Con.

“Um, I have to go,” Nicole said as she stood up. She laid some money down and apologized to the chorus of no’s she was getting.

She started walking back towards the hotel with her hands shoved deep into her jean pockets. It was still daylight outside, but Nicole gave it about an hour or so until it was dark.

A feeling of dread crept up her throat. Every moment with Waverly was being played over in her head. What had she done wrong? What had she said? She really didn’t want to delete the picture, but she would if it was going to be a problem.

She had no idea how this whole celebrity thing worked. Especially with someone like Waverly. She was a gay icon in Nicole’s opinion. She couldn’t believe she had somehow unknowingly screwed up with a gay icon.

Waverly had even recently come out as bisexual. Maybe that’s why they needed to picture to be deleted? They didn’t want rumors to start spreading rampantly in case it got out. Nicole had no intention of posting it. It was just for her.

When she reached the hotel, she went straight for the pool. No one was around. Nicole figured if the people weren’t out at a bar, they were catching dinner before heading to the bars. Plus, the pool wasn’t exactly great. It was more of a lap pool

She stood by the water and looked around. She didn’t see anyone. Maybe it was a prank. Maybe someone just wanted to mess with her. She checked her watch. She was a bit early.

Her red flags weren’t waving, at least. She felt at ease, and Nicole had come to trust her gut.

The gate door from the hotel opened and closed. Nicole spun around to finally see who had asked to meet her.

Her heart stopped when she saw Waverly smiling and walking towards her quickly.

“You’re early,” Waverly said as she stopped just a bit in front of Nicole.

Nicole knew her mouth was hanging open in shock. She knew that Waverly had directly spoken to her, but she was having trouble believing this was happening.

“I’m sorry. You text me?” Nicole finally asked.

“I hope that’s okay,” Waverly replied sheepishly.

“Of course, I’m just…” Nicole stopped. She didn’t want to seem rude. “I’m surprised.”

“I have to admit. I don’t do this often.” Waverly took a seat by the pool. “Or at all, actually.”

“Do what, exactly?” Nicole asked as she took a seat in the chair beside her. She still wasn’t sure why she was here or what was happening.

“Ask a pretty fan out to meet me,” Waverly said.

Her face was adorable, Nicole thought. All scrunched up in embarrassment and hope. Nicole honestly couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that someone as beautiful as Waverly wanted to hang out with her.

“I’m honored,” Nicole smirked. “And that’s the second time you’ve called me pretty.”

Waverly laughed. It was like music to Nicole’s ear.

She was kind of regretting that fourth beer she had drank. Her body was buzzing and her mind was spinning. She was afraid this was all too surreal to actually be happening and the alcohol was playing a horrible, horrible trick on her.

“We should probably get out of here, though,” Waverly said as she stood up and offered Nicole her hands.

Nicole took them gratefully. Waverly’s grip was strong, and the pull she gave to help Nicole up almost had her stumbling forward.

“What were you thinking?” Nicole asked. She looked down at where Waverly was still holding her hands.

The brunette let go quickly, looking around awkwardly. Nicole could see the blush rise in her cheeks and couldn’t help but grin. She made Waverly nervous.

“I don’t really know much to do,” Waverly replied. She finally looked up at Nicole. “I really probably shouldn’t drink, even though I’m pretty sure Wynonna is hammered at the hotel bar.”

“I’m not going to lie, I’ve had a few beers tonight so if I drink any more I’ll be completely drunk,” Nicole said. She was a lightweight. She’ll admit it. Drinking was never part of her routine but she knew how to have a good time when she wanted.

Waverly grinned. There was a certain twinkle in her eyes that Nicole just couldn’t place.

“Are you thinking about taking me out for drinks now?” Nicole asked as she pointed at Waverly. “Because I’m not the one that has to meet hundreds of people and take pictures with them tomorrow.”

“I’m tempted,” Waverly laughed. She looked around the pool, seemingly weighing her options. “Actually, I have some whiskey up in my room. Do you want to maybe just go up there and have a few drinks? I’m a bit exhausted.”

Nicole could see the tiredness on Waverly’s face. She couldn’t imagine what it was like meeting so many strangers in so few hours over a span of only a couple of days.

“Sure,” Nicole nodded. “But I’m telling you. Two shots of whiskey and I am going to be gone.” She watched the smile grow on Waverly’s lips. It made her heart so full to know that she put it there.

“That should be interesting to see, then.” Waverly took her hand and pulled her towards the lobby. Her hand was warm but not sweaty. Nicole was afraid hers were clammy and gross.

Once they were up to the room, Nicole took a set on the bed as Waverly rummaged through the mini fridge. The room wasn’t much fancier than Nicole’s own. Just three floors up and a better view.

“Do you want any?” Waverly asked, holding the bottle up. It was mostly full. The amber liquid sloshed around the bottle as she held two glasses in the other hand.

“Just a little,” Nicole decided. She was in Waverly Earp’s room. She needed a little something to sip on to keep her nerves at bay.

She watched as Waverly poured herself a whole glass and then Nicole less than half of one.

“Wynonna has gotten me used to whiskey since that’s all she drinks,” Waverly said as she handed Nicole her glass.

Nicole immediately lifted the glass to her lips and took a sip. The burn almost made her cough but she resisted the urge as Waverly took a seat beside her. She didn’t want Waverly to think she couldn’t hold her liquor, even though she actually probably couldn’t and would regret the drinking part miserably tomorrow.

“I kind of stopped drinking after college,” Nicole confessed. “I went pretty hard my last semester and almost didn’t live to tell the tale.”

“I zoomed through college,” Waverly nodded. She was looking a the glass in her hands. “Did you know I majored in Ancient Cultures and Languages?”

“I did not,” Nicole answered truthfully.

“So, you’re not a super fan that knows all about my past?” Waverly seemed to half joke. Nicole chuckled.

“Actually, I don’t know much about your life. I never really intermingle characters with the people that play them,” Nicole told her. “Like, I don’t look at you and see Daisy. I just see Waverly.”

She looked over and found that Waverly was already staring at her. Nicole couldn’t quite place the look on Waverly’s face. It wasn’t stunned, it wasn’t dismay, but it was a whole range of emotions.

“You don’t know how good that is to hear,” Waverly mumbled as she looked back down at her glass. “I appreciate that, actually.”

“I mean, I came here to meet you and Wynonna because I wanted to thank you for the way you portray my people accurately, or our people. I know there’s a script behind it all, and I’d love to thank the writer for it someday, but you two really know how to capture the emotion or detachment I feel on a daily basis.”

“I’ll be sure to tell her,” Waverly smiled. She finally looked back at Nicole.

It was different this time. She seemed more at ease. It was like a switch had been flipped and she was just herself. Nicole wanted to find out what that meant.

“Thank you,” Nicole nodded as she took another sip of the whiskey. She made a face at the taste and swallowed hard. “God, this stuff is strong.”

She looked over in time to see Waverly hide a smile in her cup as she took a sip. She didn’t make a face or wince at the taste.

“Okay, now you’re just showing off,” Nicole grinned. The room was started to tilt a little bit from side to side.

“You really don’t know anything about me?” Waverly asked.

“No, not anything besides the basics.”

“The basics?”

“Your name is Waverly Earp and you’re an actress and you have a non-profit called Start the Waver,” Nicole said. “Very clever, by the way.”

She leaned back and away from Waverly to set her glass on the end table. When she straightened back up, she did so a little too fast and had to put her hands out to keep the room from falling over.

Waverly giggled beside her. She saw another hand come into her line of vision and take her own. Waverly pulled her hand back down to the bed between but didn’t let go.

“Is this okay?” Waverly asked.

Nicole nodded quickly. Again… way too fast for her drunk brain to handle. She decided that it was best if she just laid back. So, without warning, she fell back onto the bed. She let go of Waverly’s hand to keep from pulling her back as well.

“Nicole?”

“I’m fine,” Nicole reassured her. “There’s just a less chance of me falling over if I lay back.”

She heard Waverly set her glass on the end table on her side of the bed and then settle in beside Nicole. They bold laid there, looking at the ceiling in silence.

Waverly broke the silence, asking Nicole why she wanted to be a cop. Nicole explained, going into probably a little too much detail about her past, but it was easy to do that with Waverly. For some reason, talking to her was as easy as breathing. Nicole really didn’t think it was the alcohol. Even when she was drunk, she wasn’t one for spilling her whole life story.

They talked for what seemed like hours, and when Nicole looked at the clock on her phone she saw that they, in fact, had been talking for hours. It was almost three in the morning.

She knew that she needed to get up and go back to her own room. Waverly needed to sleep with the big day she had tomorrow. But she really didn’t want to. Waverly had taken her hand again at some point and was playing with her fingers. She would run her index finger up Nicole’s hand and then trace each finger lightly. It was soothing and Nicole didn’t want it to stop.

“I should probably get going,” she finally made herself say as she sat up on the bed. She stretched a bit, just now realizing just how stiff she was from not moving for so long.

“It’s already that late?” Waverly asked as she looked past Nicole and to the clock on the wall.

“Yeah, I guess we got a little carried away,” Nicole chuckled.

She stood up and stretched her arms over her head a little more. She felt her shirt rise and when she turned back towards Waverly, found the brunette looking at where her midriff had been.

Waverly looked away quickly, her cheeks blushing over being caught. She stood up and took Nicole’s hand again, leading her towards the door.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Waverly asked as Nicole rested her open hand on the doorknob.

“I do happen to have a photo op with you at around one tomorrow afternoon,” Nicole told her.

“Oh god,” Waverly groaned as she covered her face. “I feel weird now because you paid for that.”

“So?”

Waverly uncovered her face and looked directly at Nicole. “Let me take you to dinner to make up for it?”

“Waves,” Nicole began to protest. “That’s unnecessary, but I would love to go out with you.”

“We finish up around six tomorrow night. Is that too late?”

“Not for you,” Nicole answered without really thinking about it. She was almost embarrassed until she saw the way Waverly smiled.

“Meet me here around seven thirty? That will give me time to shower and change.”

“Sure thing,” Nicole smiled.

She saw Waverly’s eyes flicker down to her lips before the brunette leaned in and placed a kiss on her cheek instead. She was sure that Waverly was going to be able to hear her heart pounding. It was hammering against her chest and Nicole had never been so worked up over a simple kiss on the cheek.

“Goodnight, Nicole,” Waverly said as she let go of Nicole’s hand.

Nicole made her feet take her in the direction out the door instead of scooping Waverly up and kissing her then and there.

“Goodnight, Waverly,” she heard herself say as the brunette closed the door quietly.

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