#brinty

- making your mind up

- every way that I can

- satellite

Maybe a theme here

There's definitely a theme (and it's that all these titles are bangers)

Making Your Mind Up (Sashnetra)

Hot and cold, it's the game Anetra and Sasha play with each other, and one they've mastered. When one of them shows interest in something more than a casual fling, the other retracts – one step forward, two steps back. Until it all culminates when Anetra gets seriously injured and needs someone more than ever. Sasha has a decision to make, either she leaves for good, or she'll stay by Anetra's side.

Every Way That I Can (Brinty)

Breaking up sucks. Seeing your ex move on like you never even existed, stings like no other – and it's driving Minty insane that she cannot move on. Despite her friends' advice, Minty will do anything to win back Brigiding, no matter the cost. Or who gets hurt.

Satellite (Roura)

"You're a bit too close"

When the polite remark wasn’t heard due to Brigiding having earbuds in, Minty shoved her lightly and mouthed ‘move’.

Brigiding rolled her eyes but shifted over on the bench at the bus stop while they waited for the shuttle back to campus. “Rude,” she muttered.

“Not my fault you lack spatial awareness,” she hissed.

She was unfazed, flippantly retorting, “you wanna fuck me so bad it’s making you stupid,” assuming her classmate would brush it off all the same.

What she didn’t expect was for Minty to go red and flustered, stammering as she tried to find her words before settling on, “fuck you,” in an angry murmur.

Brinty: Hm...something besides sitting in your room watching movies and eating popcorn?

Tiria: Ah, yes, we do need a change.

Tribsy: Wait, I got it! What if...we switched to jelly beans?

"Don't test me," Minty's words were unnecessarily harsh, and the fire in her eyes told their own story. She was gripping her arm with her full strength, digging her nails into her skin.

"I don't know what you mean," Brigiding said quietly. Playing coy usually didn't end well for her. Or it did, if you counted being dragged to the nasty bathroom in the club to be taken against the unsturdy door in the stall furtherst from the door.

Brigiding liked playing with that risk.

Around them, everyone was too drunk to notice what they had going on. All they'd see were two drag queens having a heated talk about something that didn't concern them. Brigiding's friends were nowhere in sight, something Minty must have planned when she cornered her.

"Don't play stupid. I bet you loved the crowd screaming at you to kiss Viñas," Minty hissed. She was practically green with the way her eyes squinted at her. "Are you spreading your legs for her too, is that it?"

"That's insane." Brigiding shook her head. Sure, kissing Viñas on stage hadn't been her finest moment, but Minty was way overreacting to it. "I would never."

"She sure seems to love retelling the story of when you tried getting into her pants."

"Damn it Viñas," Brigiding cursed her friend for being such a chatterbox, running her mouth when it wasn't warranted. "I only have eyes for you."

With a quick glance to make sure no one was watching, Brigiding leaped to give Minty a quick peck on her lips. Anything more, and they'd gather a crowd. Explaining her thing with Minty while everyone was intoxicated in some way wasn't part of a good Saturday night.

"I'm yours, okay. No one else compares. Now let's get out of here," Brigiding reassured her.

Satisfied, Minty let go of her wrist. They'd each find an excuse to leave individually, only to meet back up at the hotel. And there, Minty intended to fully show Brigiding who she belonged to.

"You don't really mean that, do you?" Minty's breath tickled against her ear, lips ghosting over her earlobe. That bitch was frustratingly smug, invading her personal space like it belonged to her.

Brigiding was acutely aware of every part of her body that was pressed against Minty, those strong and lithe arms holding her from behind, keeping her in place flush against her. The hand resting on her hip above her waistband threatening to sneak its way under her shirt. The one clutching her shoulder as if she was something dear to be held.