I leave the pairing up to you!

wow 50000 years later, here's some twylexis for you:

"First one to make a noise loses." Alexis' breath tickles Twyla's ear as her hand slides up Twyla's thigh, grazing her underwear, and suddenly Twyla can't remember why she'd ever objected.

Yes, they're in public, but they're tucked into the corner of a crowded rooftop bar and she's seen New Yorkers overlook crazier things on the subway. Besides, Alexis' legs are spreading under the blanket covering both of their laps, her own underwear already soaked through. Twyla isn't competitive, but she knows how much pressure to use on Alexis' clit to make her voice catch in her throat.

"I win."

Oh, yikes. Well. I think it all depends on what kind of person you are emotionally speaking. Like, I have gay friends who watched and cried, but didn’t feel the same level of total heart and soul destruction that I did/do. But I am and always have been super emotional. Things will upset me long after the fact. But, on the flip side, I was listening to a podcast with a woman who said she isn’t the emotional type and it devastated her to the point of having to call a friend a cry into the phone for an hour after finishing. XD

The mixed reviews thing is... well, idk what they’re opinions are, but if they’re comparing it to Hill House - and if you’ve seen Hill House - don’t do that. They’re two entirely different entities. They aren’t meant to be the same. Hill House was a true haunted house story. Bly is a gothic romance at the heart. Its ghosts and scares don’t come from the same place as the ones in HH. They come from grief and the fear of losing the people you love. From tragedy and just... never having enough time.

Honestly, for me... I mean, I’ve put myself through it twice now and was equally as devastated the second time - maybe moreso, somehow. But there’s a quote at the beginning of the first episode that goes, “To truly love another person is to accept that the work of loving them is worth the pain of losing them.” And I think that kind of applies to loving Bly as a whole. It hurts. It really, really fucking hurts. But it also gives you this... beautiful love story between two women, one that touched me so deeply and in ways I can’t explain. So, for me, it’s worth the pain to have been able to see the happy moments. Do I wish things had ended differently? Of course. But the way things do end... it’s a gothic romance. What are you gonna do. *Shrugs* It’s beautiful and heartbreaking, and I’ll never forget it.

“You know that I actually try to impress you sometimes, right?” Jeff said, crossing his arms as Britta skeptically looked over the scene in front of her. He’d spent all afternoon preparing a vegetarian feast for the two of them, going so far as to set his small kitchen table with his nicest dinnerware, an unused ivory tablecloth he’d gotten from his mom years ago, and several candles that Britta had brought over at one point when she was trying to show him the wonders of aromatherapy. And now she was standing in his kitchen, thoroughly ungrateful due to her disbelief.

“I guess, I just figured that this was a prank when I walked in here,” she replied, “You know, that I’d sit down at the table and another woman would come out of your bedroom and ask who I was.”

“You really think that little of me?”

Britta shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe you’d decided to start making prank videos to upload to YouTube or something!”

“That’s more believable than the truth? That I made a nice dinner to impress you because I like you?” Jeff asked incredulously.

“Not necessarily. It’s just what my mind jumped to.”

Jeff rolled his eyes as he stepped closer to Britta and lazily draped his arms over her shoulders. “You’re a mystery, Britta. Wrapped in one hell of an enigma.”

She reciprocated the gesture, wrapping hers loosely around his waist as they began swaying to a non-existant beat. “People have been telling me that my whole life, is it a compliment?”

“It is when I say it,” Jeff assured her.

“If that’s the case, then you’re a mystery wrapped in an enigma that’s been put into a mystery bag under an enigma tree.”

“I think that analogy kind of got away from you.”

Britta narrowed her eyes at him, but took a step closer anyway. “Whatever. Point is, I didn’t expect this. But it’s...nice.”

“You hesitated.”

“Yeah, because I’m not used to nice,” Britta said.

Jeff smiled down at her before leaning over to plant a kiss on top of her head. “Neither am I. Just thought it would be nice to try it out for a night.”

Britta smiled back, and Jeff thought she looked like she was glowing. “Well, count me impressed, Winger.”

rated G for GENERAL AUDIENCES; 900 words; TAGGED for Singing, Domestic Fluff, Alternative Universe - Canon Divergence, Coming Out, Song: Can't Help Falling in Love (Elvis Presley), bisexual alexis rose, Pansexual Twyla, Declarations of Love, Episode: s04e04 Girls' Night

find the original prompt list here and read on ao3 here !

"Any luck?" Twyla inquires as Alexis sinks back over to the barstools they're occupying. She shakes her head and plops down into the seat next to Twyla. "I'm sorry."

Alexis shrugs. "It's fine. There's only one person here I want to go home with anyway and it's never going to happen."

"You don't know that."

"I don't know what?" Alexis' tone is harsher than she intends.

"You don't know that they don't want you too unless you say something." Twyla takes a sip of her kiwi martini without disconnecting her gaze from Alexis' whose lips are furrowed downward in an upside down smile.

"Well, it's a girl and they've never dated one before, or at least I don't think they have, so," Alexis trails off. She stands up to walk out of Twyla's sight, but her wrist is tugged on by a set of fingers.

"Stay." Twyla demands with a certain rigour to her voice that Alexis can't resist. They sit in silence for a moment before she speaks up again. "I didn't know that about you, that you're…" Her voice is softer now and her eyes have relaxed into a state of lust.

"Bi," Alexis finishes Twyla's thought. "I'm bisexual."

"And I'm pan," Twyla confesses nonchalantly. "Like David."

"No, I know what pansexuality is, obviously." Alexis flails her arms around as she tries to grasp the information just presented to her.

Twyla Sands, the woman she's liked for the last year in secret, just confessed that she's into woman, too. Okay, well, maybe she didn't directly say I like girls, but it was heavily implied and that was enough to cast a smile upon Alexis' lips, contorting her face into a grin full of pure ecstasy.

"You're thinking," Twyla points out which immediately snaps Alexis out of her trance. "What are you thinking about?"

As easy as it is for Alexis to respond with you, she decides against doing so. "That was, like, a lot for me to say, so maybe I should get back to the motel—"

Twyla holds onto Alexis' knee this time. "Nope, you're coming back to my apartment and I'm covering our tab."

"I wasn't going to pay, anyway." Twyla knows she wasn't going to with the way she often forgets to give her money at the café. It was nice to hear her say it nonetheless, and she fails to stint her chuckle.

"So, this is my place," Twyla says as she finishes showing Alexis around. They end her tour in Twyla's bedroom, Alexis bellyflopping onto the mattress the second Twyla proclaims she is done. "I can't believe I've known you for over two years and you've never been here before."

Alexis flips onto her back and scoots upward so her head is nuzzled into one of Twyla's feather pillows which is an extreme improvement from the nuts and bolts inside of the motel's.

I could get used to spending the night here, Alexis thinks, but she quickly shuts down the thought. You don't know if Twyla even likes you, it's purely hypothetical. Groaning, Alexis shoves her hands over her head and buries her face into her palms.

Twyla gets in bed next to Alexis and pulls the covers up over both of them. "This is stupid but… could you sing to me?" Alexis blurts out unintentionally; her brain to mouth filter has a tendency to falter in the presence of pretty girls or handsome boys. "You have such a nice voice, and I think it might help calm me down… you don’t have to, but I wasn't lying when I said coming out to you was intense although that wasn't exactly what I was thinking about, like, at all."

Twyla wraps her arms around Alexis' waist and brings their bodies flush against one another. "Of course I will. When have you heard me sing, though?"

"At the café. I've come in a few times after close to talk and you've been flouncing around the back using the broom as a microphone."

Twyla giggles and Alexis does as well due to the infectious nature of Twyla's laugh. "I do that a lot."

"I know." Alexis teases, wiggling in Twyla's grasp.

"Any requests?" Twyla asks, tucking a strand of hair behind Alexis' ear.

"Can't Help Falling in Love." Alexis' answer is instantaneous.

"You've thought about this before, haven't you?" Twyla's tone is knowing, so all Alexis can do is nod in response.

Twyla leans down and connects their lips in a kiss overflowing with desire. They've both been longing for this moment, their mouths agape and gasping for the touch of the other's.

"I love you." Alexis says without a second thought.

@werewolfannie first, to whatever anon who made...

YAAAAASSSSSS. RIDE THAT LIGHTNING BOLT OF CREATIVITY.

I could write a 16 page essay just on that god damn hand holding scene and how it makes me FEEL. There’s so much intensity in that moment. So much longing from Dani, but so much fear too. And Jamie’s standing there, GRIPPING HER HAND BACK, just brimming with confusion but also hope.

And I honestly don’t know how they managed to do it. Like, I want to scream about how their acting and their chemistry is just next level because I feel like I can’t breathe when I watch certain scenes.