This picture inspired tons of uproar, parodies, and a ton of fanfiction. Like, so much fanfiction. Overnight, there were at least three blogs dedicated to shipping these two. Tumblr named them "Sunny" and "Snowflake" and the ship was called "Creamsicle." The appealing part of this fanfic for me was that there wasn't really an established canon: these were what your characters looked like and a brief description of their personalities, that was it. I didn't have to worry about doing something that would've been out-of-character. This was also written at a time when I had gotten out of a really awful relationship and was discovering my own bisexuality (so, right around my junior year of college). It's also very clear that I had no idea how lesbian sex worked (still don't, actually) and that features in the work as well. So, please, enjoy this time capsule and read about the tales of Tiffany Jane and Mary, typos and all.
“Well, this is awkward.” Mary thought. “It’s been an hour
and all I’ve done is sit here, pretend to sip this stupid beer, and stare at
all the people at this party from afar. I didn’t even want to show up tonight.
Why did I let my roommate convince me this was a good idea?”
Although, Mary had always been socially awkward, even though
she had brains far superior to those in her high school classes. Now she was a
college freshman, and even though she was still at the top end of the grading
scale, her insecurities had started to get the better of her. She wasn’t the
best of the best anymore. Maybe staying up every night on Tumblr had something
to do with it, not that her habit of doing so was going to slow down. Not to
mention, with her long, brown hair that covered her face, her pale skin that
consistently turned pink due to shyness, her sparkling brown eyes that no one
saw, her pretty A-cup sized breasts and small, but cute gut that her large,
lavender sweatshirt covered, and her beautiful long legs that were draped in
unflattering blue denim jeans that ended in a pair of old tennis shoes, it was
clear that she was beautiful, but she wouldn’t let anyone else see it; because
she didn’t see it either.
The room smelled of alcohol, vomit, depression, and
desperation. Ignoring the awful stench and her own awkward feelings, Mary
continued to people watch and noticed all the girls and guys dancing around
her. All the girls were dressed in scantily clad clothes and had way too much
make-up on. The boys were dressed up in over-sized clothes with sideways
baseball caps and oversized jewelry that glittered in the dimly lit room. All
of them had clearly had a little too much drink and any idea of personal space
had been wiped away by the excessive consumption of the shitty alcoholic
beverage. You could barely even hear the mainstream hip-hop songs that the
stereo was blasting, but Mary was pretty sure that they were the same songs she
had heard over 60 times that night. Body parts were overlapping, moving, and
rubbing against one another. Moans, laughter, and words that just barely
belonged to the English language echoed all around the room. Occasionally, a
couple of people would run off, either to go vomit, have sex, or a combination
of the two. After seeing her roommate stumble off with another guy, both of
them undressed to just before the point of being arrested for public indecency,
Mary had decided to return to the realm of safety, OTPs, reblogs, and followers
who were just as awkward as she was. It was time to return to Tumblr, her
pixelated domain.
As she got up to leave, she heard her name being called. She
turned around and saw a girl standing before her. The girl was named Tiffany Jane.
Mary and she had worked on a class project together, and while Tiffany Jane was
a nice person; she focused more on cute celebrities and other pointless,
materialistic bullshit and left Mary to do all the work. She was dressed even
more scantily clad than the other girls, having one black band covering her
nipples on her DD-cup breasts. Her light blue denim skirt didn’t even cover her
purple polka dotted thong. Her height was altered by her sparkly high heels
that somehow helped the girl defy gravity without causing extreme hell. Her
badly dyed blonde hair fell perfectly flat against her face, which was one step
away from being covered in clown make-up. Mary stared into her green eyes and
felt like they were piercing down into her soul. Tiffany Jane’s skin was tinted
orange from all the times she had gone tanning. In her mind, Mary had imagined
that if Snooki and an Oompa Loompa had a daughter, she’d be Tiffany Jane.
Despite all that, Tiffany Jane had the perfect body by societal standards, even
Mary admitted that she was quite beautiful, and Tiffany Jane knew how to
connect with people. Still, even though Tiffany Jane was never mean to her,
Mary still didn’t feel right around her.
“Mary, I had no idea you were here, hon. Don’t leave yet,
c’mon, follow me and I’ll get another drink for ya.” said the girl. Mary looked
down at her almost full drink, confused.
“But this one is still full.” Mary replied, starting to
blush.
“You don’t want to drink that stuff, babe. It won’t even get
you buzzed. My friend Trent got his hands on some REAL alcohol. I won’t make
you drink it if you don’t want to, but at least have a sip, hon. C’mon, it’s
back at my dorm. I think you’ll like it better than that stuff you’ve been
pretending to drink all night. Remember Mary, YOLO.” Tiffany Jane retorted.
“Ummm… okay. Sure. I’ll try it.” Mary said hesitantly.
“Excellent. Come with me.” Tiffany Jane said as she took
Mary’s hand and led her out of the party. Mary, holding on to the sophomore’s
hand for dear life, followed Tiffany Jane through a maze of hallways and doors.
After what seemed like an endless maze of mysterious passageways that
surprisingly led somewhere, they arrived in front of Tiffany Jane’s dorm. After
twisting the key, the door unlocked, and Tiffany Jane pulled Mary inside. After
Mary had regained her balance, Tiffany Jane closed the door, took off her high
heel shoes, and pulled the lame excuse for an alcoholic beverage out of Mary’s
hand. As Tiffany Jane threw away Mary’s drink and went over to her bed, Mary began
to break through her shyness wall.
“You have your own room?” Mary asked, still blushing and
removing her tennis shoes.
“Yeah. That’s a perk to being a sophomore and coming from a
family with extra cash. You see…” Tiffany Jane started as she pulled the cans
of beer out from under her bed. “Your freshman year, they intentionally pair
you with a roommate you don’t get along with so you’ll learn to tolerate other
peoples’ differences and solve problems like adults or some other bullshit
ideal. However, after your freshman year, to make up for the hell, you can pick
your next roommate or, for extra cash, get your own room.”
Mary thought about it, and thought it was the perfect
explanation for why she ended up with the roommate she got. Tiffany Jane pulled apart one of the beers.
“Here, sit next to me on the bed. I got a beer all ready for
ya.” Tiffany Jane said calmly.
“Thanks.” Mary replied as she sat down on the bed. She took
the beer Tiffany Jane handed to her and Tiffany Jane then grabbed her own beer.
“Cheers.” said Tiffany Jane. They put their drinks together
and each began to sip. Tiffany Jane began to chug her drink like her life
depended on. Mary, who had never really been a fan of alcoholic beverages, took
one sip and then placed it down on the small table next to Tiffany Jane’s bed.
“Problem with the drink, hon?” asked Tiffany Jane after
catching her breath.
“No. It’s much better than the other drink, you were right,
but I’ve never really liked beer.” Mary said, blushing even harder this time.
“That’s fine, babe. Do you mind if I turn on a little
music?” asked Tiffany Jane.
“No, go right ahead. It’s your dorm, you do as you like.”
said Mary.
“Oh really?” Tiffany Jane flashed a smile at Mary, looking
all up and down her body. Mary got incredibly insecure and her whole body
turned pink as she tried to cover her body with her arms. Tiffany Jane giggled
a little bit and went over to her iPod stereo. “Hero” by Enrique Iglesias began
playing as Tiffany Jane came back to the bed.
“I know this song is pretty cheesy, even by pop standards,
but it’s the first song I’ve ever slow danced to, so it means a lot to me.
Besides, Enrique Iglesias has the voice of a thousand angels and he’s pretty
damn attractive.” Tiffany Jane stated. “What was your first slow dance song?”
“I’ve…. I’ve never slow danced with anyone…” Mary said
incredibly quietly.
“Really?! Well, c’mon, get up on your feet and I’ll fix
that.” Tiffany Jane screamed. She pulled Mary from the bed and showed Mary
where to put her hands. Mary began to blush again. “Don’t worry Mary, I’ll be
the Galinda to your Elphaba, I’ll show you how to do this.”
“Wait… how did you know I was a fan of Wicked?” asked Mary.
“Oh, I follow your Tumblr. Not to mention I’m a bit of a
musical theatre fan myself.” said Tiffany Jane.
“You follow my Tumblr page?” asked Mary, completely shocked.
“Yes, geekysnowflakeonthewindowsill. Surely you’ve seen my
Tumblr pop up on your page, sunnymermaidwithsunglasses.” replied Tiffany Jane.
“You’re the one who likes all of my posts, but never reblogs
them.” said Mary, putting two and two together in her brain.
“Mhmm, that’s right Snowflake… you don’t mind if I call you
that, do you?” asked Tiffany Jane, sweetly, pulling Mary in closer.
“No… it’s fine…” Mary replied, getting very insecure and feeling
strange feelings that she had only felt for certain British Sci-Fi stars. The
slow dancing started and Mary felt Tiffany Jane’s breath on her neck as Tiffany
Jane whispered in her ear.
“I also know that you are a big Potterhead, you have a huge
crush on Captain Jack Harkness, Joss Whedon has broken your heart, but you
still love his work, you would give anything to live in Equestria, and that you
ship Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. Actually, I think you referred to them as
your OTP, correct?” asked Tiffany Jane.
“Yes… yes… that’s all true.” Mary replied.
“You’ve also been hurt, haven’t you, Snowflake?” asked
Tiffany Jane sincerely.
“What do… what do you mean?” Mary asked, still blushing.
“Hero” had ended on Tiffany Jane’s iPod and “So Close” from Enchanted had started playing.
“You certainly aren’t a virgin. I can tell from the advice
you give Anons in relation to romance and sex. Some things can only be
understood by experience. However, from those same posts and from your shy and
distrust in people, I can also theorize someone you liked, maybe even loved,
has hurt you. Who was it?” asked Tiffany Jane.
Mary was a little shocked that Tiffany Jane had not only
paid that much attention to her Tumblr page, but also understood so much about
her just from reading into those Tumblr posts. Mary didn’t think anyone really
read into her posts, let alone cared. Mary, for the first time in a while, felt
like she had an actual person to go to, to talk to, not just her Tumblr page to
rant on. She felt like she could trust Tiffany Jane.
“He was a good friend of mine before we started dating. We
had similar interests and he was smart, funny, and kind in the beginning. A
little off beat and he said some things that didn’t make any sense for any
human to say, but I thought I would grow to understand it and accept it as our
relationship went on. He exposed me to many things in geek culture and took me
further than I had ever gone sexually. I’m partially who I am today because of
him. I maybe even loved him. …I did love him. He was my first love and I loved
him so very, very much. But he grew tired of me. Everything I did was wrong and
there was no way I could make him happy. I started to doubt myself in every way
possible and I became dependent on him to the point where his opinion was law.
If he didn’t agree with it, then I was the one who was incorrect. I felt like a
failure compared to him, in every way possible. Nothing I did pleased him
anymore, not even sex. I was a thing to be tolerated as opposed to someone who
needed love. Eventually, he broke it off by insulting me in every way possible,
and he went on to go chase another, prettier girl. I haven’t been able to find
anyone since. But who am I kidding? No guy could ever like me. I’m flawed and
stupid and ugly and wrong and not even worth anyone’s time!” screamed Mary as
tears started to form.
Tiffany Jane pulled her in close and felt Mary’s tears land
on her shoulder. “So Close” ended on Tiffany Jane’s iPod and “Just The Way You
Are” by Bruno Mars began to play. Tiffany Jane lifted Mary’s chin and stared
right into her eyes.
“Mary… that guy was a douchebag who didn’t deserve you.
You’re a beautiful, smart, sweet girl and there may not be such a thing as
perfection, but I’d say you are pretty damn close.” said Tiffany Jane.
“Really?” asked Mary, the tears falling less frequently now.
“Absolutely, Snowflake, you are the prettiest snowflake on
the whole damn windowsill.” Tiffany Jane replied.
And before Mary could say anything more, Tiffany Jane pulled
her in and kissed her on the lips. Tiffany Jane, realizing what she had just
done the moment their lips had touched, had expected and feared that Mary would
push her off and run out of the room. To Tiffany Jane’s surprise, not only had
Mary kept kissing her, but Mary began moving her arms up and down Tiffany
Jane’s back and running her fingers through Tiffany Jane’s hair. Their lips
eventually separated and they both were breathing heavily.
“Holy fuck! That felt… that felt GREAT!” said Mary, in
complete shock. “I… what… wow… I can’t… Oh man, I can’t even words right now. I
just kissed a girl.”
“Did you like it?” asked Tiffany Jane in a bit of a joking
manner. Mary giggled a little bit at the response and she nodded.
“Well, let’s get you out of that sweater. I want to see
those beautiful boobs of yours.” said Tiffany Jane.
“I hope you don’t think they’re too small.” said Mary as she
was removing her sweater and her “Sunnydale High” t-shirt. What was left was a
basic black push-up bra covering Mary’s small tits. After pulling her over to
the bed, Tiffany Jane began kissing Mary as she unclipped the bra and then
moved her hands to Mary’s breasts.
“They aren’t too small, Snowflake. They’re the perfect size.
Look, this one fits perfectly in my hand.” said Tiffany Jane as she began
massaging and playing with Mary’s breasts. Mary let out a small little moan as
she began to remove Tiffany Jane’s top. As soon as the black strap was removed,
Tiffany Jane’s breasts bounced a bit and landed perfectly against her chest.
They were big, glorious, and the most beautiful set of breasts Mary had ever
seen.
“Wow… your tits are so… wow…” Mary said in a slightly moaned
tone.
“Feel free to play with them, Snowflake.” Tiffany Jane
smiled. “Just The Way You Are” ended on Tiffany Jane’s iPod and “Teenage Dream”
by Katy Perry began playing.
Mary began squeezing Tiffany Jane’s breasts, massaging and
playing with them, even playfully tugging on her nipples. Tiffany Jane let out
a moan as Mary went in and began kissing and licking Tiffany Jane’s breasts.
Moving her tongue around every which way, trying to find the one spot on them
that would make Tiffany Jane feel at her best. Mary had never been with a girl
before, so she was improvising a little bit and making her best guesses as to
what might be the most pleasurable for Tiffany Jane. Mary began sucking and
lightly nibbling on Tiffany Jane’s nipples. Tiffany Jane screamed in ecstasy
and Mary was thrilled that she had discovered one of the ways to please Tiffany
Jane. After a good few minutes, Tiffany Jane moved her hands to Mary’s face and
after bringing Mary back to eye level with her, planted a nice, warm kiss on
Mary’s lips. Mary lay back on the bed and pulled Tiffany Jane on top of her.
“Let’s get you out of these pants, Snowflake.” said Tiffany
Jane.
“Let’s get you out of yours too, Sunny… may I call you
Sunny?” asked Mary.
“Sure, but why?” asked Tiffany Jane.
“Because being with you tonight has made my life a little
brighter and you make me feel all warm and safe.” replied Mary. Tiffany Jane
smiled.
“That’s all good and well, but I’m determined to get you
HOT!” screamed Tiffany Jane. And with that, Tiffany Jane managed to get Mary’s
jeans and panties off as Mary struggled to get Tiffany Jane’s denim skirt and
thong off. Once Mary’s bottoms were off, Tiffany Jane helped Mary get her own
clothes off.
“You’re so cute, Snowflake.” said Tiffany Jane as she
slipped her finger inside Mary’s pussy. “Oh, you’re already so very wet. You
like being my Snowflake, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh. I do, Sunny.” moaned Mary.
“You know, when we were working on that school project
together, I developed quite a crush on you. You would cover yourself in
unflattering clothes, but I could still see the beauty you were trying to hide
from the world. You could never hide your beauty from me. Not to mention, you
are so smart, you did that whole project. I’ve always wanted to thank you for
doing my part of it as well. And now here we are, you lying naked on my bed as
I finger you. Just watching you squirm and shiver in ecstasy makes me even
hotter for you.” Tiffany Jane moaned.
She then went down and began to suck on Mary’s nipples. Mary
let out a huge moan as Tiffany Jane sucked harder and stuck another finger
inside Mary’s pussy. Mary’s hips began to buckle and move as Tiffany Jane’s
fingers worked their way around her clit and on the G-spot. “Teenage Dream”
stopped playing on Tiffany Jane’s iPod and “Paparazzi” by Lady Gaga began to
play.
“You know what? How about you try eating me out, Snowflake?”
Tiffany Jane asked.
“But… I’ve never done that before… what if I do a bad job?”
asked Mary, terrified.
“If you do a bad job, we can switch places, but you’ll never
learn unless you try. C’mon, you figured out how to suck on my tits, surely you
can figure out how to eat me out. I’ll let you know how you’re doing. Okay,
Snowflake?” Tiffany Jane said while smiling.
“Okay, Sunny.” replied Mary.
Tiffany Jane and Mary switched places, now Tiffany Jane was
lying on the bed and Mary was on top. Mary, thinking through every lesbian
fanfiction she had ever come across, brought her lips down to Tiffany Jane’s
pussy and started just lightly kissing it and the surrounding areas. Tiffany
Jane gave a small moan. Okay, so far, so good, thought Mary. Mary opened her
mouth and began to lick Tiffany Jane’s clit a little bit, going in a bunch of
different directions and trying to find the one that would drive Tiffany Jane
insane. Screaming in ecstasy, Tiffany Jane pushed Mary’s face further down into
her pussy, and Mary’s tongue went to town. Tiffany Jane moaned and Mary licked
furiously. This continued on for a good few minutes until Tiffany screamed the
loudest she had screamed all night. Terrified she had done something wrong;
Mary had started to prepare a thousand ways to apologize in her mind.
“That was fucking amazing, Snowflake. I’ve never cum that
hard before.” Tiffany Jane said between heavy breaths. Mary sighed in relief.
“Paparazzi” stopped playing on Tiffany Jane’s iPod and “Come What May” from Moulin Rouge began to play.
“Come up and cuddle with me, Snowflake.” said Tiffany Jane.
“Yes Sunny. Be right there.” replied Mary, ecstatic.
Mary cuddled right up next to Tiffany Jane. Her head lay
next to Tiffany Jane’s heart as Tiffany Jane’s arm came around Mary.
“You’re so warm, Sunny.” said Mary, smiling.
“That’s because of you, Snowflake. Having you with me makes
me feel warm and fuzzy.” replied Tiffany Jane. Mary kissed Tiffany Jane on the cheek.
“Ummm… Sunny. I realize this is very sudden and probably
doesn’t make any sense to be asking right now since we just barely know each
other, but I was wondering… do you… do you want to be my girlfriend?” asked
Mary. “It’s okay if not… I understand if you don’t want to date me…”
“Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, Snowflake. I told you,
I’m the Galinda to your Elphaba. I’ll help you feel more confident in yourself
and I’ll remind you of your beauty every day.” said Tiffany Jane.
“Thanks Sunny. Y’know, you’re really pretty too. But… why do
you wear so much make-up and scantily clad clothes?”
“It’s what makes me feel beautiful, Snowflake. I mean… yes,
maybe I overdo it and I send the wrong messages, but whatever. I don’t give a
shit what other people think. I dress for me and I do things for me. I dress
the way I do because it makes me feel beautiful.” replied Tiffany Jane.
“But… you could look beautiful naturally. You don’t need to
go tanning or put on loads of make-up or dye and flatten your hair. You could
look pretty as you are.” replied Mary.
“Well, I guess we both have to learn how to be comfortable in
our own skin and how to be pretty for the both of us. I guess we’ll just have
to teach each other.” said Tiffany Jane.
“And then come to a happy medium that works well for the
both of us. They don’t have to be the same mediums. I don’t want you hiding
your body because you feel ashamed of it.” said Mary.
“And I don’t want you trying to change yourself in order to
fit a certain standard of what beauty could be. I guess we both have confidence
issues to work on, Snowflake.” said Tiffany Jane. Mary cuddles up closer and
kisses Tiffany Jane.
“But we can work on them together, Sunny.” replied Mary.
Tiffany Jane smiled and wished Mary a good night’s rest as they fell asleep in
each other’s arms. As Mary dosed on off to sleep, the lyrics to “For Good” from
Wicked echoed in her mind. “Who can say if I’ve been changed for the
better, but because I knew you, I have been changed for good.”
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