The following is a D’arcy Bloom x Asta Twelvetrees oneshot, requested by the lovely @here-and-very-very-queer !
Summary: It’s a slow night at The 59.
Warnings: Alcohol
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But You’re A Softball Player!
“What is this, the third time this week?” Asta asked, noticing a familiar heartbreak-themed song humming through The 59’s speakers as she pulled up a chair - the one D’arcy always played after things went poorly with a man she had been pursuing.
“No,” she snapped back indignantly, popping open a bottle of Asta’s usual and setting it on the counter before pouring herself something and mumbling, “… Third time this month.”
The shot D’arcy threw back only acted as a salve for a moment, forcing her to fill the glass again. Asta took a sip from the beer in front of her, watching her best friend tuck a lock of bright red hair behind her ear, only for it to immediately fall in front of her face again.
Purple Sky
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He/they
Queer AF//Autistic by birth ADHD by gods grace
semi-retired fandom stan






