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Rei and Mina, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

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This one is on AO3 too, since it’s over 1K

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“So then she leaned over, and said—“

“Mina, I really don’t have time to listen to this.”

But Mina would not be deterred form her plan so easily. “Aw,
come on, Rei, you’re great at listening while you work. And this girl is so perfect,
I—“

“I don’t think she sounds that great.” Rei grabbed a broom
and headed out to the front of the shrine. Mina followed with a huff.

“Well you wouldn’t, no one’s good enough for the almighty
Rei Hino.” Rei swept faster. Mina trotted along. “But for me, she’s wonderful, an
absolute ten.” She extended her arm in an arc for emphasis, like this girl had
all the goodness in the whole world.

Rei merely flicked her eyes over. There were days when her
fire burned close to the surface, threatening to consume everything, and other
when she buried it deep under an affected coldness. Mina was unsure if it was
lucky she’d caught her in the latter or not. “So what you’re saying is you’re
settling.”

“That is the opposite of what I’m saying, actually.” Mina
grabbed the broom from Rei and spun it around in a dance. “I’m saying I like
her a lot. More than I’ve liked anyone before.”

“Oh please.” Rei snatched the broom back. “You’re not going
to stay this happy with her. She’s flawed like everyone else.”

“Well, Rei, the thing is, it’s actually possible to see
someone’s flaws and like them anyway. We do it all the time. Look at Usagi, we
love her to pieces, and she’s got flaws the size of an ice cream truck.”

“That’s different. Usagi is good.”

“And my animal-shelter volunteer hottie isn’t?”

Rei made a non-comital noise and moved to the stairs. Mina
followed, her own temper starting to flair. “Nuh-uh, don’t just walk away. I
want an answer. I want to know what your problem is with someone you’ve never
met and who you literally only know good things about.”

Sweeping the steps apparently took all of Rei’s focus.

“While we’re at it, let’s also throw in your problems with Yomi
and Torako and Mik—actually, I’ll give you a pass on him, being a man and all.
But everyone else.” Mina slid down the rail a little ways to land in front of
Rei. “I want to know.”

“I actually liked Miki best,” Rei said, with all the disinterest
of someone considering different toothpaste brands. “He just wasn’t right for
you, like all the others.” She skirted around Mina to get to lower steps. “And
you can’t disagree with me, because you
broke up with them all in the end.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Like a preschooler, Mina was
overcome with the urge to yank Rei’s long black hair. If they hadn’t been so
precariously arranged on the stairs, she might have done it. “You know why I broke up with them. I was stupid
enough to think you had a reason to dislike me dating. But you kept proving me
wrong.” She wanted Rei to turn around so badly, to take this face to face. “So
today I thought maybe you really were holding my partners to high standards, and
I made a girl up. A lovely, perfect girl. But you couldn’t be happy for me
then, either.”

“So you’re mad your lie didn’t work.” As she spoke her voice
lowered to a growl, anger breaking through her cool act.

“I’m mad because I can’t do it anymore. Either give me a
reason, or stop fucking doing this.”

Rei paused, but still did not turn. “Fuck you or fuck off,
then?”

There had, of course, been times in Mina’s life when she’d
felt this angry. She’d faced true evil with all the hatred Usagi could never
muster. But this was worse, somehow, in that she’d expected something else. “That’s
all you see in me then. Fine.” She would not let Rei invoke her inner demons. Mina
ran down the stairs without care, the childish thought that if she did fall,
Rei would feel as bad as she deserved to, occasionally running through her mind.
Fortunately, perhaps, she was too sure-footed for that. She arrived at the
bottom upright and out of breath. Part of her wanted to look back, the rest of
her urged her to keep going.

But something clattered down the stairs behind her. Rei’s
broom rolled to a stop against her heels.

Mina took a breath and waited. The sound of Rei’s footsteps
soon drew near, uncharacteristically hesitant. She stopped short of picking up
the broom.

“You and I also have truck sized flaws.” Rei paused, but
Mina wasn’t ready to give her anything, not even acknowledgement. “It’s easy
for me to focus on that. You’re loud, and ridiculous, and sometimes you test
people in stupid ways, because you can. And…”

She went quiet for a long while. Mina waited. Rei’s softer
feelings were like a deer hiding amongst barrels of gunpowder, a wrong move could
do much worse than scare them off for a bit.

“And worst of all, you know all my flaws better than anyone.
And maybe they’re more of a semi than an ice cream truck, and if you’re
standing so close it must be impossible for you to see anything else.”

Mina felt the real crux of the matter still coming.

“Maybe I don’t want you to see anything else,” Rei said, her
voice barely above a whisper. “Isn’t it easier if we don’t?”

“I don’t quite have your talent for that.” She tried to
judge if now was the time to turn around, but decided not to risk it. “I don’t
think it’s easy at all.” Mina could feel how close Rei was. The distance
between them felt electric, though if it was a current drawing them together or
a fence keeping them apart she couldn’t tell.

“Maybe I can work on it.” Rei picked up the broom. “Maybe I
will.”

Mina finally turned to look back as Rei started up the
stairs. In spite of everything, she found herself smiling.

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docholligay replied to your post “Michiru and Seiya, “That;s a good look for you"”

OH MY GOD SAM WHERE DO I BEGIN
That whole opening part with Michiru thinking about being lower class and having a flask was so perfect and I love the flow of it, it’s musical
AND SEIYA’S SHIRT AMAZE, their whole conversation the bathroom is incredible    
And i of course adore how Michiru ends up with the upper hand in literally every possibel way, and then get s the double joy of seeing haruka flip out ahahaha I LOVE YOU

I CAN’T THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR ASKING THIS ONE DOC. IT WAS A JOY. Ahaha I’m glad you like the flask bit, it popped in my head as I contemplated Michiru’s great suffering and I just ran with it. 

And ahaha yes, Michiru having the upper hand always is one of my favorite things.

dreamshapers-universe replied to your post “Michiru and Seiya, "That;s a good look for you"”

LOL at Michiru’s flask thoughts and then she’s like "Oh but the flask would ruin the wine anyway” and just proceeds to verbally destroy Seiya instead. I love it 😀

Thank you! I have my roommate to thank for my tiny bit of wine knowledge, she worked in a wine shop last year and has told me things so that now I can PRETEND to have a little of Michiru’s class. 

captainsnumple replied to your post “Michiru and Seiya, “That;s a good look for you"”

 AHAH SAM THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

I love how Michiru marked Usagi by Seiya’s outfit

And their conversation, i’m dying

I love that Seiya doesn’t buy Michiru’s accurate insults and like politely teases back

She has no chances to win but I really like that she doesn’t take Michiru’s insults to her heart
 I REALLY LOVE HOW THEY INTERACT AHAH

I’M REALLY GLAD YOU LIKED IT. I was worried as I wrote it that it was too genuinely flirty? But I see them as sort of verbal sparring partners, because with Seiya vs. Haruka (and to a lesser extent, Michiru vs. Yaten) in the background, they naturally fall towards antagonism, but they also genuinely like each other (not in a close friends way, but I think they enjoy interacting a lot more than they’d ever admit). So I see them essentially playing with each other, and Michiru will always win because she’s Michiru, but Seiya’s good humored about it. And I think her good humor brings out a little lightness in Michiru. SO BASICALLY WHAT I’M SAYING IS IT WAS REALLY FUN TO WRITE

Michiru and Seiya, “That;s a good look for you”

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Just for you, this takes place in Olive Garden.

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There were times when Michiru envied women with no class. A
woman like that might have a little flask in her purse that she snuck a long
drink from in times of hardship. If Michiru were brash enough to carry such a
thing, she’d fill it with wine—good wine, not like what they served here. She’d
drink it now, in the bathroom stall, let the real flavor wash over her tongue
and momentarily forget the atrocities occurring just outside. Haruka would be
none the wiser of her reprieve, and Michiru would be able to give her more
genuine smiles.

But alas, she had none to fortify her, and a flask would
hardly keep the notes of a good wine intact. She exited her stall and settled
for reapplying her lipstick. It was a simple trick; paint on your smile and
your mask is complete.

The door opened, just then, and Michiru found herself privy to
a greater atrocity than the restaurant’s food. For a moment, she didn’t
recognize the woman beneath the thick-framed glasses and jaunty cap, which she
assumed was the point. Her shirt as nicely tailored, but a frilly shade of pink—Usagi’s
doing, most likely—and marred by a large tomato stain beneath the collar—Usagi’s
doing, definitely.

“Ara, Seiya, that’s a good look for you.”

“Shut it.” She removed her fake glasses and dabbed at the
stain with paper towels.

“It’s very sweet that your girlfriend’s marked her
territory.”

Seiya glared, but a grin spread across her mouth. “Oh, you
can joke about how I’m whipped, and be absolutely right, but remember, dear Ms.
Kaioh, a woman of your tastes got yourself dragged here, too.”

“We all must make sacrifices for love from time to time.”
They met eyes in the mirror. “Though I daresay my sacrifice is made with
integrity. I have no need to hide.”

“I hate when fans interrupt a date.”

“If only there were a way to let them know you’re not to be
disturbed.”

Seiya snorted. “We can’t all be as perfectly cold as you.”

“Indeed you can’t.” She turned and fingered the stain. “You
need dish soap to be rid of this.”

“Uh, thank you.” Seiya’s cheeks went light pink. “You know,
sometimes I still wonder if you’re flirting with me.”

Michiru raised an eyebrow. “Oh no, it’s merely that kindness
puts you more off kilter than anything else.”

“You’re bad natured, Michiru.”

“So you’ve said.” She left the bathroom with a smile,
fortified after all. And Haruka’s face later, when Michiru pointed Seiya out,
was far better than a good wine.

Michiru and Haruka, “Can we just pretend I didn’t say that?”

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It felt silly, but sometimes it was the little things Haurka
enjoyed most—the ordinary things, everyday life but a way she hadn’t been sure
she’d ever experience it. Right now, for example, she and Michiru were merely
walking through a department store, ostensibly there for a sauce pan but
looking at everything, since Michiru knew Haruka liked to. There was a certain
delight to be had in imagining uses for things, and even more in having Michiru
at her side.

“Would a bookshelf like that look good in my apartment?”

Michiru laughed and leaned in close. “I think you’d look
good carrying it up the stairs.”

Haruka blushed. 

They wandered up to the top floor, where a little corner was
walled off with glass. Inside were racks of white dresses with a mannequin wearing
one in front. Lace sloped off its plastic shoulders, a ribbon cinched at its
tiny artificial waist.

“Do you think when we get married, you’ll wear something
like that?” Haruka looked down with a smile that fell as her own words hit her.
Her blood ran cold. “I mean. When you
get married, not necessarily to me, or maybe you won’t get married, I dunno, we
never– Can we just pretend I didn’t say that?” She willed herself the ability
to time travel, just once, to thirty seconds ago.

But Michiru took her hands. “I don’t like pretending much.”
She stood on tip toe to kiss Haruka’s cheek. “Maybe it’s time for us to talk
about it.”

“You think so?” Haruka fought down her smile, just in case.

“I do. It’s definitely getting silly for us not to at least
live together. And…” For the first time that Haruka had seen, Michiru blushed. “I
rather like the idea of a future with you.”

Haruka could not but laugh with joy and relief as she
wrapped Michiru in her arms. “I do, too.”

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paksenarrion-reader replied to your post “My sister legit asked me if it’s normal/possible for wlw to be just…”

“No, we only get into social interactions to shag, just like straight people.” -,-“

TO BE FAIR, THIS DOES SEEM TO BE THE PRIME DIRECTIVE FOR STRAIGHT PEOPLE.

docholligay replied to your post “My sister legit asked me if it’s normal/possible for wlw to be just…”

AND PEOPLE WONDER WHY I’M SO SERIOUSLY INTO WRITING AND PROMOTING THE BROTP

THE BROTP IS SO SO IMPORTANT. 

I always debate trying to explain things to my sister over the phone, but I tried to explain how like, along with being like ‘normal” friendships between women, there’s also so many shared experiences for us to relate to each other on, and we support each other, and just. WLW FRIENDSHIPS ARE SUPER IMPORTANT.

Haruka and MIna and literally ANY OF THEM, but also “I can’t unsee that”

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I WENT ROOMMATE AU FOR THIS I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND.

—-

On Mina’s road to stardom, she took the little blessings
amid the muck of long greasy days and rich patrons who never tipped. Today, her
blessing was being told to go home early. Granted, it was less because her
manager had taken pity on her and much more because her performance as the
exuberant, ever-gracious waitress had begun to crack under the weight of “Table
for fifteen” and “I said well-done not burnt,” but that didn’t matter. She had
a Friday night to do real Friday night things for once. The plan was to stop
off at home to change, maybe grab Haruka if she wasn’t busy, and hit the town.

And judging by the singing Minako heard as she put her key
in the door, Haruka was indeed not busy.

She didn’t notice Minako come in. Her laptop was on the
couch, the end credits of Titanic playing across the screen. Haruka had
apparently abandoned her blanket-nest in against the other sofa arm, now in the
middle of a dramatic dance as she sang along with Celine Dion. Her face was
still tear-streaked. She’d dug out a t-shirt that must have been nearly twenty
years old, her hand pressed against Kate Winslet’s face as she clutched her
heart.

“Whatcha doin’, buddy?”

Haruka froze for a full bar, then dove to shut her laptop. “Nothing!
Nothing. You saw nothing.”

“Ohoho, buddy, I can’t unsee that.”

Haruka crossed her arms over her chest, unable to hide the
design completely. “You’re never home this early.”

“Yeah, it’s a treat. God, do you do this every Friday?”

“No! Of course not!” But Haruka withered under her gaze. “Sometimes
Mako comes over and we watch movies together.”

“Oh buddy. My sweet, delicate friend. We’re going out
tonight, and I’m going to get you laid.”

“But I’m tired, today at the shop—“

“Please, if you’re tired, it’s because you just cried for
three straight hours.” Minako dragged her to her bedroom. “Now, pick out your
butchly best, and I’ll find us a nice gay bar.”