Ember's OC Dump

Sleepover ⬜

'~Ayo I got motivation for more Trixie x Wank! My all-time fave Lesbiansssss~'

Fandom: Madness Combat
Characters: Trixie and Wank
Ships: Trixie x Wank
Warning: ^None^
Summary:-
Trixie stays over at Wank's for a sleepover. Just the two of them. As friends. It's all very platonic. Yup. Wank totally won't Lesbian panic tonight. /j

It was a decent day, Wank had raided an AAHW Facility an hour or two earlier. She was tired, there were so many Soldats in that one. But, she did get plenty of ammunition out of the raid. There's an interesting crate she found and she couldn't help but take it with her.

She was on her way back to base when she got a call from Trixie. She fumbled with her phone for a minute before she answered, clearing her throat she spoke. "Sup Trixie,"

Okay good, her voice didn't crack.

"Wanda! Where are ya?" Trixie's tone was gleeful as ever. "Nowhere, in particular, just driving back to base. Just got done with a tough raid," Wank shrugged a shoulder as she drummed her fingers on the steering wheel.

"Ooh, a tough raid? You hurt?" Trixie asked. Wank hummed and looked away from the vast emptiness ahead and down at herself. "Just a couple of slash wounds and a gunshot or two 's all," Wank shrugged as she adjusted the cloth that was preventing her blood to be spilt too much. Pank would be upset if she got any more blood in the van.

"Ooh," Trixie grimaced, Wank can feel her cringe on the other end. "Well, I'm actually on my way to your place right now. Maybe I can help patch you up?" Trixie said kindly.

Wank blushed for a moment. Trixie patching up her wounds sounds... nice.

'Oh wait, oh fuck not again!' Wank thought realizing her thoughts. She caught herself slipping again. Not again, the mall was almost too much lesbian panic. The most she's ever had. Fuck fuck fuckkk...

"Wanda? You there?" Trixie's voice brought Wank back to reality. She shook her head and pulled her mask down for a second to breathe better.

"Yeah, mhm right here," Wank intentionally prod at a rather deep slash so that she can keep her voice from cracking. She jolts her leg slightly upwards her knee almost bumping into the steering wheel.

"Did you just take off your mask? You sound clearer," Trixie asked.

"Yeah, uhm a little stuffy in here with the blood and sweat and whatnot," Wank laughed awkwardly. Gripping the steering wheel hard. Trixie just shrugged.

"Well, I'm already at your place," Trixie said. "Y-you are?" Wank stuttered as she spun the wheel to steer left. "She is," Pank's muffled voice was heard.

Wank groaned, he let her in didn't he.

"You don't have to wait long, I'll be there in 10," Wank said as she pressed her foot harder to accelerate the speed. "Nice! See ya Wanda, mwah!" Trixie emitted a small kiss sound before hanging up.

Wank blushed and pulled the phone to look at the screen. It already flashed back to the home screen and she blushed like mad. Trixie has always done that small kiss at the end of every telephone conversation they've had. She shook her head again and put the phone firmly down in the cup holder and gripped the steering wheel with both of her hands.

She kept her eyes glued on the road. But her mind roamed elsewhere. She felt that damned fuzziness around her heart. Fuck, soul even. She was thinking too much. Maybe it was just a dumb crush. It'll fade later, I mean it has only been a month right?