shut up and show me

Tell Me All About It by queenofquiet17

Chapters: 2/9 (8k)

There was something in the redhead’s eyes that Karen couldn’t quite place. But then Grace’s laugh broke the silence and her concentration, and Karen felt her lips start to curl into a curious smile. “Did you know you’re the only person who’s always there for me?” Grace asked, as if she had just made some huge realization.

“Oh, come on, Gracie, that is such a lie! Will’s there for you.”

Grace shook her head. “Not the way you are. He tends to sugarcoat things to make me feel better. You always tell me the truth. You make the truth feel safe.” She paused for a moment like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to say what was in her head. “You make me feel safe.”

For as long as they’ve known each other, Karen was the one Grace went to with her relationship troubles. When Leo Markus came along, Karen instantly hated him. But as time went on, and she helped Grace through all of the things Leo put her through, she started to realize her reasons for hating him went deeper than she thought. And she started to realize her own feelings for Grace.

The Thoughts We Try to Deny by queenofquiet17

Grace/Karen (10k), Explicit

“What the bloody hell is she doing?!” she shouted.

Karen smirked as she whipped her attention back to the task at hand. “Someone’s got to pick up the slack around here, honey,” she quipped. “You’re sure as hell not working it up there.”

“At least do something then, Patty!” Lorraine called out to the stage.

Yeah, Grace. Do something. Anything. Take something off, spin around the stage, grab onto the pole. Toss your hair. Slide your hands down your body. Tease every single person in that room. Show Lorraine how it should be done. Show her how it should never be done. Show Karen why she should keep her eyes on you. Show her you’re full of surprises.

Just show her. No one needs to know which her’s attention you really care about.

When Karen came up with her plan to steal Lorraine’s photos of her affair with Stan, she knew Grace would make a good distraction. She just didn’t realize how good of a distraction. Inspired by the plot of 10x08, “Anchor Away.”

Part two of the “This Sole Desire” series.

Tinsel and Lights by queenofquiet17

Grace/Karen (7k)

Will handed off the camera to the tourist and rushed back to Jack’s side to pose for their picture. Grace plastered on a smile before she felt Karen’s arm wrap around her waist, pulling her in close. She relaxed against the dark haired woman’s body, watching as the guy Will gave his camera to tried to set up the shot. She heard him count down from three and braced herself for the flash, when at the last second, she felt Karen’s lips pressed against her cheek.

And Grace hoped to god whatever look she ended up sporting in the picture would hide the way Karen had just completely rattled her.

Once upon a time, Grace and Karen accidentally created a holiday tradition in Grace’s hour of need. Fourteen years later, after they let that tradition fall to the wayside, Grace decides to dust it off and give Karen a reason to smile.

This Sight Belongs to You by queenofquiet17

Grace/Karen (7k), Explicit

Karen’s eyes were glued to Grace as she slinked towards her, the charge in the air surrounding them becoming so overpowering, it drove the dark haired woman mad. She couldn’t believe Grace had kept this side of her hidden for so long. Although, maybe it was for the best that she had; if Karen knew Grace could do this, there’d be no way she’d be able to concentrate on anything else. To have all of this in her head, day in and day out for twenty years, would have been impossible. To know that Grace could turn it on so easily, that Grace could turn her on so easily? She wouldn’t have been able to keep her hands to herself long enough to let the redhead get any work done whatsoever. And now that she knew what Grace was capable of, she was certain they could never go back to business as usual.

Oh well. Grace Adler Designs had a good run.

Set directly after “Anchor Away” (10x08). Grace gets a redo of her performance at the strip club, with Karen as her audience.

Part one of the “This Sole Desire” series.

Grace x Karen needs more developed relationship fluff! And so here you have it.

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Grace awoke to the warm morning light peaking through the curtains. She groaned as she turned over, stretching her arm over to the left side of the bed, only to find nothing, or no one, there. The lack of the usual body made her open her eyes, seeing that Karen was indeed gone. She propped herself up on an elbow, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Did Karen sleepwalk to make a martini and never come back? Again? It was unusual for Karen to wake if not forced, whether that be by Grace herself or Rosario. It couldn’t have been Rosario that woke the other woman, though. For whatever reason, Karen had decided to give the entirety of the staff the weekend off (with pay!). It was unusual for her, certainly, and Grace was too dumbfounded by the decision to ask any questions.

She uncovers herself, lifting the heavy comforter off her, only to feel a shiver as she realizes that she’s naked. The redhead walks over to the closet, pulling out one of Karen’s satin robes and draping it over her body. Stretching, she walks out of the room in search of her wife. As she walks out the door of her bedroom, the smell of something burning immediately hits her nose. Thinking the worst, Grace races down the stairs, into the kitchen which was filled with smoke, only to see a deshelled Karen pacing around.

“Karen, what’s going on?” Grace asks, her voice shaken.

“Gracie!” Karen says, furrowing her eyebrows as she notices the other woman. “Why are you awake so early?” She drops the (rather burnt) toast that she has in her hand to walk over to her wife, rubbing her hands together nervously.

“It’s noon, Kare.” Grace says, looking around at the mess in the kitchen. On the stove was a pan filled with what Grace thinks is eggs, beside it another pan with blackened bacon. Every surface was covered with ingredients, including some that don’t make sense for a breakfast. A few bottles of miscellaneous alcohols were of course scattered around as well. “What are you doing?” Grace asks, running her hand through her tangled curls before pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I was- well you know. I was…” Karen clears her throat, avoiding eye contact with Grace. “Making breakfast for you.” She mutters.

“What?” Grace asks, not believing what she heard.

“I’m making breakfast for you!” Karen raises her voice, still not looking into Grace’s eyes. “I wanted to do something special… Since it’s our 3-month anniversary.” She states, looking down.

Grace’s eyes widen. How could she forget that they had been married for three months? Even more strange, how could Karen remember? The woman didn’t even know what year it was! The redhead furrows her eyebrows, but can’t help smiling softly, lifting Karen’s chin with her finger. “Did you give the staff the weekend off for our anniversary?”

Karen shrugs, pursing her lips. “Well, yeah Honey. I wanted us to have the manse to ourselves.”

Grace can feel tears welling in her eyes. After all the relationships that she’s had, after all the marriages that went wrong, after all the men she dated that turned out to be gay. The love of her life was her drunken, spoiled assistant. She curses herself for not knowing sooner, for not putting aside the struggle with her sexuality to realize that Karen Walker was the one. The one that would wake up and make her the cheesy romantic breakfast that the little girl inside of Grace always dreamed of. Even if it was completely burnt.

“Honey, what’s wrong? Listen, I know the food is burnt but I can- we can go to Will’s and make him cook more!” Karen says, holding Grace’s face in her hands. A tear roles down her cheek, and Karen wipes it with her thumb. “Honey?”

Grace cracks a small smile, which turns into a larger smile, and then a mixture of laughter and sobbing. She grabs Karen’s face and brings their lips together into a loving kiss as she continues to grin.

When the kiss breaks, Karen smiles nervously at the redhead. “Honey, you’re scaring me.”

“I can’t believe you did all of this.” Grace says, wiping a tear from her cheek. “This is the sweetest thing that anyone has ever done for me.”

Karen raises a brow. “Me burning toast is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you? You really did have bad taste in men. I hope the sex was good.”

Grace chuckles, pulling Karen into another short kiss. “Nothing like ours.”

Karen shrugs, knowing that was obvious. “So… Breakfast.” She walks towards the burnt toast, brushing her hand against the counter. “Will’s?” The brunette looks at Grace.

“Will’s” Grace nods in confirmation, still grinning from ear to ear.

hey guys!! i was wondering if i could have your opinion on this christmas oneshot? im not sure if it’s good enough to post. i also need help for a saying to put on Karen’s sweater (it’ll make sense when you read the story) if you have any suggestions!

-fuckingparty

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Grace flattened out her dress as she looked in the mirror, turning slightly to see how the back looked. Her red curls stood out against the dark green of the dress, which was shorter and tighter than she would typically wear. Being forty… one- she tried to wear more “age-appropriate” clothes, but she knew that the person she was trying to impress tonight would prefer the garment that flattered her curves much better. Or at least Grace thought. What she thinks looks good is typically the opposite of what she finds fashionable, but Grace hoped she got it right this time.

“Grace, what are you doing?” A voice says, prompting the redhead to turn from the mirror to meet the eyes of Will. He wore a red, knitted turtle neck sweater that made him look even more like a dork than usual. “We’re just having a small get-together, you look like a- a-“

“A whore? It’s 2018, don’t slut shame me. And what? A girl can’t dress up for her friends?” Grace responds, walking past him to the kitchen.

“Your friends are two gay men and a woman who’s going to be too high to remember what happens tonight.” Will remarks, following Grace.

“Sorry that I put effort into my outfits when people come over.” She replies, annoyed, grabbing the large bottle of Cabernet from the wine cooler.

“Last time Jack came over to watch Riverdale with you, you wore a stained sweatshirt and no pants.” He states, grabbing wine glasses from the cupboard.

“That was different, I was on my period.” She responds defensively. “Why do you even care?”

Will grins. “Because Jack is going to be devastated that you aren’t wearing the Christmas sweater he bought you.”

Grace narrows her eyes at him, only now noticing that his turtle neck has “Ho-Ho-Homo” in large white letters knitted into it “I am not wearing a sweater that says ‘Happy Hoe-nukah’.”

Will pours himself a glass of wine. “When did you become such a stick in the mud?”

Before she can respond, Jack enters the apartment with a loud “Happy Holigays!” He smiles brightly at the two of them, proudly sporting a “Fruitcake” knitted sweater. His expression quickly turns to a frown when he notices Grace. “What happened to your Chri- Hanukah sweater?” He pouts, placing his hands on his hips. “You look like one of Santa’s prostitutes.”

Grace rolls her eyes. “I thought I would dress up a little.” She leans against the counter, trying to pose.

“It’s a Christmas miracle.” He deadpans. “The one time you don’t have to look good you actually put effort in your outfit.” He flops onto the couch, crossing his legs. “Even if that effort is in vain.” He mutters.

Grace sighs in frustration. “Do you think Karen will be wearing her Christmas sweater? That woman hasn’t touched anything that wasn’t designer since I’ve met her.”

Jack rolls his eyes. “She’s gonna! She promised she would. And even if she didn’t, what’s your excuse? Is my Christmas sweater less tacky than anything you’ve worn in the last, I don’t know, twenty years?”

Will sits down on the couch next to Jack, stifling a laugh. “Grace, are you trying to impress Karen?” He asks through a smirk.

“No!” Grace’s denies, her face growing red from the comment. “I’ll put on the stupid sweater, you assholes.” She yells, walking towards her room to change. She can hear Jack say something about her being a lesbo but ignores it. The redhead struggles to unzip the short dress, turning her back to the mirror and trying to sneak a glance at where to reach. After a few minutes of struggle and a strained back, she unzips the dress and lets it fall to her feet, kicking it to the side. She rummages through her closet for some pants to wear, finding a pair of black jeans that were at least a little flattering. She then throws the ridiculous sweater over her head.

“Honey? Are you in there?” The familiar high-pitched voice makes Grace turn her head towards her closed door.

“One second!” She calls out, flattening the sweater, attempting to make herself look as attractive as she can in the stupid outfit. Thinking she looks presentable, she walks to the door and opens, meeting the judgemental eyes of Karen, though panning down the redhead sees that she kept her promise. The smaller woman wore a knitted sweater just like hers with the words “placeholder” on it. “Nice sweater.” Was all Grace could think to say.

Karen grabs at the fabric of Grace’s own sweater. “I’d say the same for you but I’m not Jewish.”

Grace can’t help but crack a smile, noticing that Karen does the same. The two had been playfully flirting ever since they met, but it’s been getting far more serious as of late. Grace knows that she shouldn’t give into these desires, considering that Karen is a married woman, but the brunette really doesn’t help by constantly seeing just how far she can go.

“Jack said you’ve been in here for twenty minutes, are you done rubbing one out?” Karen says with a smirk.

Grace blushes and looks away. “No! I was just changing. Believe it or not this wasn’t my first choice for an outfit.”

The two walk out of Grace’s room, the redhead can feel Karen’s hand brush against hers and her smile grows.

“Woah you two! Stop right there!” Jack exclaims dramatically.

“What?” Karen asks, slightly annoyed. “If I don’t have a drink in my hand in the next two seconds I’m going to be charged with a hate crime.”

Jack jumps over the back of the couch, tripping over himself. “Look up.” He says with a knowing grin on his face.

From the ceiling hung a small bundle of fake mistletoe, secured awkwardly with Scotch tape. Grace couldn’t help but laugh. “Jack, did you seriously put that up when I was changing?”

Jack looks away innocently, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Who me?”

“Very funny, but we’re not gonna-“Grace is cut off as she feels her sweater being pulled towards her left, her lips crashing into Karen’s. Her eyes widen, but quickly close as she lets herself forget her surroundings and melt into the kiss, tasting the alcohol on Karen’s soft lips. She doesn’t know how long it lasts, and she doesn’t really care, either. She knows that this may be one of her only chances to give into her desires with Karen, and she will most certainly take it, no matter the teasing that she will inevitably get from the boys. The two disconnect, both trying to catch their breath, and she realizes that it must have been quite long for her to be so breathless. She looks down at Karen who gives her a quick wink before turning and walking down towards the kitchen.

“Sorry honey, but the faster we got that over with the faster I’d have a drink in my hand.” She pours herself a glass of Cabernet.

Grace, snapping out of her shock, looks over at the boys, who look equally as surprised as she is.

“Well, you’re welcome, Grace.” Jack says, satisfied.

“What? Why?” Grace asks, her face still flushed.

“My tacky Christmas sweater impressed Karen enough to get you the most action you’ve had in months.” He says, sitting back down on the couch. “You know that wouldn’t have happened if you decided to wear that dress.”

“What dress, honey?” Karen asks, joining the two boys in the living area.

“Green, short, adds thirty years.” Jack responds.

“Hm.” Karen says, sipping her wine. “Yeah, sorry Gracie but no way you would have gotten that with that mess on.”

The night goes on, the four drinking and chatting, enjoying each other’s company. Eventually they decided to watch a Halmark Christmas film and make fun of it, though Will fell asleep in the process, being a lightweight. Jack followed thereafter, leaning against the other man as he snored loudly. Grace and Karen were so enthralled in their own conversation that the hardly noticed the others had fallen asleep, only noticing when Jack snored particularly loud.

“Pussies.” Karen states, downing the last of her drink. “You’d never catch me passed out after a night of drinking.”

Grace raises an eyebrow. “I can think of multiple occasions.”

“I guess I should go, then.” Karen says, lifting from the couch, ignoring Grace’s comment.

Grace instantly feels the absence of warmth when the other woman leaves her side, only realizing now that they were sitting so close. “Why not stay the night?” Grace said before she understood the implication.

Karen pursed her lips. “Really, Grace? You’re trying to get in my pants on Christmas Eve? I know you Jews don’t celebrate it, but this is the lord’s day!”

Grace rolls her eyes. “Come on, Kare. It’s 2am.”

Karen noticeably softens, walking back over to Grace, grazing her fingers on her hips. “I’m kidding, Honey. I’ll stay.” She leans in slowly, closing her eyes, until their lips touch once again. The kiss was so different than the one before, soft and passionate, no rush. It felt like they could stay like this forever and Grace would be a happy woman. It felt too genuine to be a product of Karen’s pill-popping or drunkenness, it held too much intent, like this was the one thing the brunette is sure is right. This had to be right. Nothing could feel this good and be wrong.

at LEAST 3 episodes. they’re dating. we did it you guys. we got the wlw we deserve :]