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princesspuresarahk · 11 months ago

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Fairly Odd Parents Stories

Deep in The Heart of Texas

by Maki and Bug a Fanfic story au inspired by her FOP au

Chapter: 2 Let’s get ready to Go!

Soon Thursday came and the school bell rang for the students to go home as Timmy, Michelle, and Vernon were walking out the doors Timmy saw a big red pickup truck pulling up in front of them it was her Dad to pick them up Timmy excitedly called out “Dad~!” She loved her Dad's truck especially when they got to go on trips with it "Hey Timmy! Michelle, Vernon I called your folks they said that ya’ll pack yer things ready to go so we'll be going to pick up your bags and get them in the truck.'' surprising Vernon “O-oh! Thank you, Mister Turner…!” responded Michelle did the same “Thanks so much Mr. Turner!” she cheered as did Timmy “Awesome~!” They climbed inside the big red four-wheeler "OK y'all buckle up Michelle since you're closer we'll stop by your place first and then head to yours, Vernon." As he started up the vehicle and headed to Michelle's house Michelle was texting her ex-babysitter Laurence—as she calls him Larie—that she would be off to a trip with her friends. Timmy was very surprised when she learned about her friend's crush on her babysitter and when Michelle asked her about Vick it was a bit awkward for Timmy as it questioned her relationship with her ex-babysitter and left her a bit flustered when she thought about it, but the 12-year-old decided to leave the topic alone for time being as it was causing her hormones to act strange (I haven’t talked to Vick before….)Before he left for college and though she was relieved to finally be free of him there were times she thought about him and how despite him being a tyrant he had some sort of nice moments with him Timmy thought over if she should call… but the thought brushed off. Soon they pulled up to Michelle's house where her parents were already outside with her suitcases waving to her as she got out to get her things in the truck and hug her parents goodbye "Now is there anything that you need to get before you go?" Mr. Turner asked as he helped load the bags up in the truck Michelle looked over her things “Hmmm…! Nope, sir! It’s all good~!” Mr.Turner nodded “All right then we'll see y'all in 2 weeks!” He waved as Michelle gave her parents one more goodbye hug and kiss before getting back into the truck as they headed to Vernon's home Timmy noticed Vernon’s nervous self, concerned. So she decided to calmly ask him what was wrong “Vernon are you okay, are you just nervous about the trip?"Vernon looks at her “Ah… well, it’s just that… it’s my first time having a trip without my parents…or other cool kids. (that part he whispered without them hearing ) Mr.Turner looked at him in the window a light smile on his face "Don't worry about it Vernon you're going to have a great time on this trip and you'll love the ranch trust me son it's going to be an adventure a lifetime there's nothing to worry about ah’ite." He replied giving Vernon a smile with encouragement Timmy found it nice (the same kind of smile he gave to me) whenever she was feeling nervous about something Timmy remembered how stressed Vernon had been since Elementary School year… he has been obsessed with surpassing Tristan, he once had an eating disorder and brief hair loss. But ever since her godparents helped him out he's been distancing himself from the popular kids and becoming his own person he looked to be getting better now in 7th grade his weight and hair have gotten healthier and his self-esteem had risen giving him good self-confidence in himself into becoming a better person.

His valley boy accent replaced with his real Southern one, no longer dyed his hair blond as his hair is back to ash brown. And he stopped using blue eye contact lenses, revealing deep forest green eyes. Much to his mother’s disdain but his father was okay with it and even encouraged it. As she looked at Vernon from the mirror she could tell Vernon was smiling from her father's heartening words. And speaking of his parents, they arrived at Vernon’s house. It wasn’t as big as Tristan’s but still, it was fitting for people above the average class could live. Mr. Turner greeted them as he got out of the truck shook Mr. Star's hand and asked Vernon the same question "Now is there anything that you need to get before we go?" As he lifted the bags onto his shoulders and into the back with Michelle's before he could speak, his mother called out her son. Nervous, Vernon approached his mother Mrs. Star “Ye..yes mother?" Mrs. Vernon remained silent until she gave him a light hug as she spoke; “Be safe…” Mr.Turner reassured them “Don't worry y'all we'll make sure to call you as soon as we can get in Texas .'' that's when Vernon realized that whenever Mr. Turner was talking that he had a southern accent coming out but it wasn't Southern Californian accent it was Texan! He didn't know Mr. Turner had an accent as Timmy grabbed his hand “Come on, V~!” Mr. Star hugged his son “Have a wonderful trip, lil’ man!” And secretly nudged his son’s side as he whispered “And good luck with your dream gal~” Vernon blushed as he said goodbye to his parents Vernon got back in the truck and they headed out waving his parents goodbye as they were driving Mr. Turner decided to put on some music as a soothing country song started to play "All right y'all we got to head to the store so you kids can pick out some snacks for the trip we're going to try to make as little stops as possible only stopping for bathroom breaks so if you get hungry well have plenty of snacks and drinks in the cooler."

they pulled up to the store and found a parking spot " Plus we won't be cooking tonight we’ll be picking up some pizzas for dinner as a special treat.” Man Timmy’s dad is awesome as they both said Cool~! Once inside Mr. Turner grabbed a basket to get what they needed "I'm going to go get some cases of water and a few other things you kids go together and pick out the snacks you want to bring and meet me at check out in 30 minutes okay .?" All nodded as they planned on what snacks they could get. Timmy’s gerbil hoped to have more nuts, grains and fruits to stuff himself. He tugged on her shirt getting her attention pointing to a bag of honey-roasted pecans asking if they could get some along with a bag of baked pumpkin seeds Timmy agreed “Aww, sure~ let’s get them!” Eddie squeaked in delight. Getting the two bags she also went to produce “Let me also get a bag of tangerines, a bag of Dil pickle chips and a small bottle case of fruit punch Gatorade” As she came back to see what Michelle and Vernon got Michelle got several cans of ginger ale soda and few bags of popcorns with diverse flavors from range of butter to caramel. Eddie's mouth watered as he developed a liking for popcorn ever since he became a human and got to try it when Timmy took him to see a movie theater once. Vernon got himself an orange ade with a bag of curly fries and with small ketchup case to dip with. Once they were sure that they got what they needed they headed to the checkout aisle where Mr. Turner was waiting for them in his basket were two cases of water bottles a big bag of pepper beef deer jerky along with a few stuff to make sandwiches "okay kids ya’ll go ahead and put your stuff in the basket once checked out we also need to get some gas cuz I just remembered that there's only half a tank in the truck so we'll need to fill up before we leave tomorrow." He hands the car keys to Timmy " Timmy you and your friends can go wait out in the truck while I'm waiting in line this might be a little bit can you do that for me, baby girl?" Timmy saluted “Sure thing, Dad!” Once they were at the truck Timmy got a call from her Mom “Hi Mom what is it?" Her Mother answered “Hello, sweetie! Did you get all your need?” “Yes, ma'am Dad is in check out and will be out in any minute now." “All right sweetie I'll see you when you get home okay love you” she commented "Love you too mom," When she hung up her Father arrived right on time as he put the groceries in the back of the trunk and tipped the carrier for helping carry out the bags and got in the truck “okay kids we got everything in while we're on our way to get some gas well go ahead and order at Miss Toni's so what kind of pizza will you guys wants?” Miss Toni's was a popular pizza place that made amazing traditional pizza as it had good prices you can get a large pizza for only $10 Timmy asks Michelle and Vernon about their orders “What would you two wanna have?” Michelle explained, “I'd like a margarita with bell peppers please.” Vernon “Ah… well… if it has a lot of cheese, it’s fine for me.” feeling a bit unsure.

Timmy reassured him “Don’t worry, it does have a lot of cheese~” Vernon smiled Timmy always knew what he liked “Okay Dad and for me a pepperoni please." Mr. Turner nodded as he called the pizza place and set an order for one margarita with bell peppers, one double cheese, and one classic pepperoni once that was settled they arrived at the gas station where Mr. Turner filled up the tank and bought a second gallon for the road once fueled up they headed to the pizza place where their orders were ready for them and since Mr. Turner is really good friends with the owner gave them some free soda pops, as they headed home where Mrs. Turner was waiting for them with the rest of the bags to put in the truck by then it was already 7:00 in the evening "alright me your Father and I are going to go ahead and load up the truck so you and your friends can go ahead inside and eat we'll see you inside in a bit ." kissing her daughter on the head Timmy helped carry the pizzas inside while Michelle and Vernon got their bags for the night Timmy set the boxes on the table “Pizzas’ ready, guys~!” Getting out the paper plates the kids got their slices and sat in the living room to eat while they were eating Michelle and Vernon were curious to learn more about Timmy's grandparent’s ranch so Vernon asked “Say….. Timmy.. have you been to your grandparents' ranch before?” Timmy replied “Yes many times I grew up there as long as I can remember( heck she was almost born there if her Dad wasn't panicking and lost their car keys thankfully they got to the nearest hospital in time when her Dad was able to find his old motorcycle and get her Mom to the hospital ) I came there every summer and Holiday until I was 8-9 yrs old every day was an adventure there Vernon” he and Michelle “O-ohh…” in wonder as Timmy continued “there's also many places to explore and see, I can't wait to show you guys.” Watching her excitedly telling, Vernon's cheeks blush a little…Soon after Mr. and Mrs. Turner came into the living room with their plates smiling that the kids were having fun talking as their daughter told her friends more about the ranch, once everyone was done eating Mrs. Turner cleared her throat to get their attention " Kay kids now that we're all done eating we're going to have to go ahead and get ready for bed we got a long 23 hours tomorrow so have to turn in early as we’ll be getting up very early in the morning so go ahead throw those plates away head to the bathrooms to shower, teeth brushed and ready for bed we're all going to need a good night sleep ." Timmy suddenly got an idea “would it be okay if we can sleep in the living room tonight?" "Of course dear as long as you head to bed once you've settled in.” Timmy gave a "Thanks~!" Michelle and Timmy went first to take showers and brushing their teeth, changed into their nightwear. Once done Vernon went next later the three of them were in the living room snuggled up in the sleeping bags and pillows it was 8:30 now and they were already tired as Mrs.Turner turned off the light wishing them a good night " Have a good night kids sleep well." She said quietly as she went upstairs to get ready for bed and Eddie went over to curl up against Timmy as Vernon and Michelle had already fallen asleep "Good night Eddie sweet dreams my sweet little gerbil." She whispered giving Eddie a tiny little kiss as she drifted off to sleep Eddie smiled as he slept, dreaming of the paradise field of grains and other foods.

Chapter:3 On the open road.

The gang heads down to Texas.

credit to the lovely and amazing https://jknerd.tumblr.com/ of her amazing FOP au

#fop au #fop fanfic

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cursed-shade · 1 year ago

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Chapter II: My Adored Treasures.

“Unleash the power within, for a man’s potential knows no bounds when fueled by his passions. Embrace the art of selective focus, as he crafts his destiny with unwavering determination. Let ‘Interest and Want’ be the guiding stars that shape his extraordinary journey towards self-actualization.”

WHAT-TO-WATCH.

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Avatar, The Maze Runner, Divergent, Kingsman, The Chronicles of Narnia, 20th Century Girl, Split, The Lord of the Rings, Forrest Gump, The Book Thief, Crooked House, The Greatest Showman, Snowdrop, A Cure for Wellness, The Mortal Instruments, My Mister, and a multitude of other remarkable cinematic creations that, regrettably, cannot all be enumerated within these confines.

ANIME/MANGA.

Tokyo Revengers, Naruto, D.Gray-Man, Attack on Titan, Chainsaw Man, Noblesse, Spy x Family, Beelzebub, Jujutsu Kaisen, Prince of Stride: Alternative, Your Name, Fairy Tail, K Project, Ao Haru Ride, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Gakuen Babysitter, Nisekoi, Blue Lock, Black Clover, Haikyuu, Horimiya, Yamada-kun to Lv999, Bungou Stray Dogs, Shizune, Wind Breaker, and an extensive tapestry of countless more tales waiting to be discovered.

TASTE OF MUSIC.

ATEEZ, JKT48, The Rose, Chase Atlantic, Beach Weather, Arctic Monkeys, Linked Horizon, Official Hige Dandism, Evanescence, LiSA, Higuchi Ai, Cigarettes After Sex, The Weeknd, Fujii Kaze, YOASOBI, Taylor Swift, Hiroyuki Sawano, Nakimushi, Gemini, Hoobastank, KANA-BOON, Vicke Blanka, and an extensive array of other diverse musical masterpieces that intertwine seamlessly with my multifaceted taste.

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jknerd · 4 years ago

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FOP AU: Two Evil Babysitters

Planned to post it on Halloween but it was unfinished. Now it is.

Laurence “Larie” Ledergerber (Babysitter of Michelle) and Victor “Vick” D’Vil (Babysitter of Timmy), the TWO EVIL babysitters.

#FOP #FOP AU #Fairly Oddparents #Fairly Odd Life of Timantha Turner #FOP fanarts #Vicky the Babysitter #Vicky #Lauren Ledergerber #Lauren #Genderbend #Vick the Babysitter #Vick #Laurence Ledergerber #Larie

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idv-sunsxin3 · 3 years ago

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Pinsss I have a request! If you’re getting back into your FNaF phase, what about the Security Breach characters having to take care of a young child, about 6 or 7 years old? What are their strengths, weaknesses, funny moments, things of that sort?

FNAF Security Breach Characters taking care of a child

Headers’ art via FNAF Security Breach Official Game

{Headcanons/Scenarios}

Gender Neutral! Child

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Freddy

Papa bear :D

Calls the bby ‘superstar’,,,, 🥺

Freddy// You’ll always be… My superstar. nwn

An anxious Child//

A no-longer-anxious Child// ,,,😭 😭🥺🥺

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Loves to sing a lot of songs to the bby,,,

Cares a lot about the child’s happiness, health and safety!

but struggles in some occasions,,,

Such as cooking food for the kid- 😅 (At least he’s working on it!)

Very thoughtful of what parts of his limbs and torso(like his claws and limb joints-) are not safe for the kid, so he keeps note of them and makes sure that the child is away from those areas.

Yes, it may not be safe for a child to be in his chest cavity(which is supposed to be for birthday cakes and piñatas-), but it’s the best way to keep the little creature hidden away from danger-

Though, he uses the chest cavity to help the the child hide… Even when they play hide and seek with the other kids and animatronics (except if Roxy is the seeker-) :D

Might get a seizure after the child boops his nose cutely.

Keeps child safe and cozy in his arms,,,, qwq💕

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Freddy// If anything happens to the child…

Freddy// I’ll kill everyone in the pizza plex and then myself-

Chica

Chica would be a decent babysitter-

Her voice sounds sympathetic, and she’s good at comforting,,,

Coos at the baboo NEARLY 24/7-

She would literally give you some kind of card to give you access to all the food stands of the pizza plex-

Food is good, food is life-

Chica// For ‘emergencies’, you can find a nearby food area when you are hungry while I’m not around to make pizza for you! Dig in! nwn

THAT’S A VERY BIG DEAL, WHA-

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Good at cooking for kids, but there are times she doesn’t know what to do-

in terms of treating illnesses that aren’t fevers….-

Chica doesn’t like sending you to a hospital or medical room of the pizzaplex whenever you get sick-

Hates hospitals and doesn’t like to have scary doctors around the bby-

You have to die in order to go to the hospital- 😥

So she literally starts curing all your illnesses with only VICKS VAPORUB-

FDHDJJSJDSJSJSJ??!!

If you're very aware, you should make her stop observing Philippine moms who pick their children up from the daycare whenever she passes by-

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Chica would be the mother figure who can be very sweet and spoils you with food! uwu✨

but also hostile if you don’t eat your broccolis- 🔪🔪🔪

If the little kiddo does eat them, she’ll start giving them pizza and other fav fast food meal afterwards- :D

And sometimes ends up eating most of it- D:

Bonnie

Piggy back rides on his shoulders around the plex- WEEEEEEE :DD

He grins goofily when looking at you struggling to carry the bowling ball in your tiny fingers,,,-

But quickly takes the ball away from you, scared that your fingers will get injured-

Instead, he’ll show cool bowling ball throwing moves!

Freddy has to advice him a thing or two, or Bonnie will become a bad influence when it comes to differentiating between violence and defense…

Bonnie// Okay, champ. Challenges and danger always come everyday!

Bonnie// So wake up with a smile…

Bonnie// And choose violence >B)

Child// Yeah! >:D

Freddy// NOO-

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Let’s the child play around with his ears, despite that he can be quite ticklish kdkdkekek-

The child will get to see Freddy more often too whenever he visits.

When you asked why Bonnie is often missing, he responded that he’s playing hide and seek as a hider…

While the others are the seekers.

If you ask that you want to join him, he’ll gladly let you!

Besides, he gets to be able to watch over and protect you while you hide with him- There have been missing children in the pizza plex lately…

Bonnie// The strong shall protect the sweet….

Bonnie// *Watches over the child while preparing to hit any threats with his ball*

Roxanne

If you ever lost your plushy in the pizza plex, Roxy will absolutely help you find it quickly as possible with her eyesight!

Random treasure hunts with her, AYEEEE- 😎✨

Hopefully, Roxy won't end up taking Foxy's pirate talking for real because that would be shocking-

Not very pro at socializing with kids (without her ‘narcissism’ getting in the way-)

But she definitely will protect and cherish the child after warming up.

BIG YES TO PLAYING DRESS-UP!!!

But she’ll be the one to dress you up ❤️

I can imagine her being a ‘soccer mom’ type-

Or a ‘big sis who you can walk outside at night with, so you don’t have to worry about creeps wondering around’ type.

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Child// fak :D

Roxy//

Roxy// Where did you learn that from, huh?

Child// I heard that from Monty before :DD

Roxy// *On her way to beat the crap out of Monty-*

Montgomery Gator

Crap.

Monty may or may not have the ‘that kid looks puntable’ vibes-

or ‘who’s this sassy, lost child-‘ vibes-

don’t ask me why, since I somehow view Monty that way in a nutshells-

Monty is not programmed to provide children safety most of the time

(as his purpose is entertain them, preferably from a certain distance)-

So crap will go down as long as he’s around- :D

H e h e h e-

Monty tries his best to control his tone and voice, as he doesn’t want to scare them away-

Swears to the child that he’ll be their bodyguard until their parents come to pick them up,,,

In case some weirdo(aka Freddy) comes-

Sir

Sir, the child is only 6-

And Freddy is a very safe bot-

What are you saying-

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I imagine Monty being too competitive in golf games-

And then realizes that he just made the kid cry-

(Monty vc// I messed up big time-)

Monty// W-Wait, little kid! W-We can play any of your favorite games if you want! L-L-Let’s have some cake too! (Don’tcrypleasedon’tcry-😰)

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Gives the child Monty merch in every birthday-

DEFINITELY avoids destroying objects and screaming loudly in front of the child!!!

You’ll be very surprised once you see that he starts to become more laid back when the kid is around-

Sun

10/10 RECOMMENDED-

Never takes his eyes off of the child, making sure the little one doesn’t get lost-

Whenever he gets happy seeing the kid show their work to him, he would occasionally hold the child like in Simba reference unintentionally-

Sun// WHAT A MASTERPIECE! Good Job, Sunshine! :DD

Sun// *Starts spamming star stickers on your shirt-*

GLITTER GLUE FOR EVERYONE!

Which means there are time the child would put glitter glue on Sun-

As much as Sun is concerned with the mess, he always finds the child’s unintentional mess very endearing,,,🥺

Sun also loves to give cute nicknames to the child and his own best friend; ANGEL, SUNSHINE, STARLIGHT, LOVELY, CUTIE, SWEETHEART, AND BESTIE!!!

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CORONAVIRUS, OMICRON???

VIRUS NOT GOOD FOR SUNSHINE- VIRUS EVIL!!!

MUST PROTECT THE BBY’S LIFE-

DON’T WORRY BABY, SUNNY GOT YA-

Sunny// *STARTS CLEANING THE PIZZA PLEX LIKE A MADMAN*

Sunny// *YELLS AT THE COWORKERS TO WEAR MASKS*

Sunny// *STARTS SCREAMING AS IF THERE’S NO TOMORROW*

The Child// ??? :0c

Moon

Again, 10/10 recommend-

Though, he can be spoopy if he catches you awake during a nap-

Maybe 8.5/10 ish...-

Moon// Repeat what you said. :)

//NOTHING- (＠_＠;)

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A very chill dad in occasional moments-

If the child gets a minor scratch, Moon will calmly wait for the kid to calm down and stand up by themselves-

He knows that if he panics a lot, the kid will start getting severe anxiety overtime- (I got this psychological fact from my mom lol- and yes that’s how she raises me-)

Moon tells you bedtime stories before you nap or sleep(obviously)-

Then gives you a kissy in the forehead after,,, uwu

He would literally cuddle you up on his lap to make you comfortable.

Cradles the child like a baby whenever he holds them-

He sometimes doesn’t mind to hum lullabies to serenade the little creature that is wrapped in his slender arms.

Your little self// Crap.

Moon// Watch your language, little one-

Also, he doesn’t want you to get out of his sight- YOU’RE HIS LITTLE ANGEL AND NO ONE ELSE’S-

Moon// *casually kidnaps child from their parents and sneaks away while giving a peace sign*

Moon// *covers the child’s ears*

Moon// So long, suckers- Bv

#pins writes// fnaf #fnaf scenarios #fnaf x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #fnaf security breach #fnaf hcs #fnaf headcanons #five nights at freddy's #fivenightsatfreddyssecuritybreach #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf glamrock bonnie #fnaf glamrock chica #fnaf roxanne #fnaf montgomery #fnaf monty gator #fnaf moon #fnaf sun

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galaxseacreature · 3 years ago

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I'm turning my "Morning, Kimothy" post into a longer fic (wild, i know)

And for awhile I considered having Harry use nicknames for everyone, all the time. For my sanity I decided I had to stay focused on Kim. Just not before I had done some possibly delirious late night brainstorming. So. Nicknames of extremely mixed quality below the cut

Garte

Barkeep, Gargle, Gatekeep, Grump, Garbage Man, Garbage Guardian, Rubbish Keeper, Landlord, Buzzkill

Siileng

Hustler, Silver tongue, Charmer, Style Express, Urban Outfitter, My Man! *finger guns*

Tommy

Laureate, Sad Eyes, The Yearner, Tomski, Tombo, Timmy, Sweet T, Chicken Tendie, Songsmith, Thinker, Soulsearcher, Brother, Bro, Brah

Lena

Dear, Ma'am, Young Lady, Honey, Phasmidnator, Rolling Bestiary

Evrart

Big Man (derogatory), Bully, Mr. Union, Box Office, Puppeteer, Chairman, Showboat, Union Boss, Boss Man, Bossy Pants, Manipulate Mansplain Murder, Meanie, Heartless, Facade, Ambidexter

Joyce

All the Deuills are Here, Ultra, Ms Boat, Ms Yacht, Captain, Skipper, Privateer, Wild Pines, The Rep, Ma'am, J Crew, Jolly, Teach, Reality Guide, Realtor, Professor, Shark, Negotiator, Cash Grab, Benefactor, Philanthropist, Soulless, Heartless, Ruthless, Company, Management, Rich Girl, Disco Sister

Ruby

Lady Driver, Odd Sole, Suspect, Killer, Tech Wiz, Radio Genius, Wild Goose, Snipe, Spider, Runner, Fugitive, Star Crossed

Klassje

Ha! No, you're not going to beat her at her own game. Know your limits.

Titus

Big Guy (affectionate), Tough, T Bone, T Rex, Ty, Hard On, Hard Head, Titan, Titty, Tipping Point, Sergeant Tit, Commander T, Hardie Har Har

Hardie Boys

Hardly Boys, Titus's Tykes, Dog Pack, Toughs, Gang, Rowdy Lot, Union Enforcers, Extortionists, Alleged Muscle

Cuno

Kuuno, That Kid, Gremlin, Boy, Max Velo, King, Night City Watchman, You Again, Such Forces, Force of Nature, Junior

Trant

Encyclopedia Trantica, Nerd, Chatterbox, Special Consultant Backpedal

Jean

Man With Sunglasses, Shady, G Bevy, G Bev, Geeb, Bastard, Hypothetical Partner, So Called Officer, J Man, Jelly Bean, JV, Junior Varsity, J Vic, Jay, Jay Bird, Art Cop, Mural Apologist, The Last Art Critic, Preservationist, Partner, Comrade, Guardian, John-o, Johnny, Prankster, Funny Guy, Jolly, Vice-mare, Vice Squad, Vick, Hassler, Interrogator, Stake Out, Nanny, Babysitter, Minder, Handler, Lifeline, Sunshine

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jlalafics · 4 years ago

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#16 “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

And now for some teen Everlark...

“You want him to notice you, right?” Johanna, her cousin, asks. “The first thing is that you have to make him see that you’re a girl.”

Johanna is a seventeen, a good four years older than Katniss. She’s popular and pretty—her dark magnetic eyes capturing the eyes of many boys in the senior class. However, it isn’t just that; her cousin exudes a confidence and allure that she could only dream of imitating.

“What do you think I should do?” Katniss asks over the phone.

Downstairs, her mom and dad are getting ready to head next door to help the Mellarks set up for the party. Prim, her three-year-old sister, is already is there, playing with Delly, who is Rye Mellark’s girlfriend and the Everdeens go-to babysitter.

“Well…have you tried some makeup?” Johanna suggests kindly. “Some lipstick…eyeshadow…blush?”

“I don’t know how to put any of that stuff on!” Katniss tells her in a panic.

“Do you have magazines? Seventeen? Teen Vogue?”

“No, I’ve never really been interested in them,” Katniss admits. She’s seen the other girls in class looking through issues of Seventeen, but those kinds of magazines didn’t interest her as much as the life cycle of a frog or the works of the Brontë sisters. “I’m just not like the other girls. I’m different…I don’t even know why I’m trying.”

“You like him a lot, don’t you?” Johanna muses over the phone. “Okay, why don’t you gather a few things from your mom’s makeup stash? I’ll guide you over the phone.”

“Okay,” she readily agrees.

“So, you’re going to need some eyeshadow, blush, and maybe a nude lipstick…”

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Katniss practically skips over to the Mellarks, an hour later.

It might’ve taken a few tries, but she had managed to follow Johanna’s careful instructions.

Now, she’s a new person—in a butterscotch baby doll dress and brown ankle boots—as she opens the door and steps into inside the Mellark home. She’s spent most of her childhood there and they always leave the door unlocked, in case she wants to hang out with the boys.

All the adults are gathered in the living room, chatting over coffee and her mom spies her first.

“Katniss—OH!” Her eyes widened and she shoots up from her spot next to her husband to join Katniss in the entryway. “You look…different.”

“I borrowed some of your makeup,” Katniss says. “Are you upset?”

“No, sweetheart,” her mom replies. “But uh…how did you know what to do?”

“Johanna taught me over the phone,” she tells her.

There’s a series of stomps as Rye and Delly come downstairs. In Delly’s arms is Prim, who squeals at seeing Katniss. As the couple get to the final steps, their eyes zero in on Katniss and they immediately freeze.

“Who did this?” Rye asks immediately, concern in his eyes.

He’s always been protective of Katniss, seeing her as a little sister. Katniss can understand why a new look might make him worry about her getting some attention.

“Katniss has decided to try a new look,” her mom informs the couple hurriedly. “Doesn’t she look like a whole new woman?”

“Oh yeah!” Delly walks over to her, a tight smile on her face. “I have a lipstick that would go great with it. Why don’t we go upstairs—”

The conversation is interrupted by a group of boys coming from the backyard. Vick and Gale Hawthorne, who live across the street, are arguing over the right way to pitch, their catching mitts on, while Evan, Delly’s younger brother follows behind with Pe—

“Whoa.” Vick stops in front of her. “What happened to your face?”

Gale puts a finger to her carefully applied blush. “Are you hurt?”

Katniss swipes his finger away. “No.”

Vick peers even closer. “Then, why are there bruises all over your face?” He steps back. “Is that makeup?” He begins to cackle loudly. “I think you went a little overboard—”

“Vick.” Mrs. Hawthorne has suddenly joined them, eyes hard. “Why don’t you go home?”

“What did I do?” he yowls.

“You didn’t learn the proper art of subtlety,” Rye growls, leading the boy out the door.

“Katniss?”

She turns at the soft, kind voice to find Peeta Mellark approaching her, his luminous blue eyes gazing at her in worry.

“Hi, Peeta,” she greets him with a nervous smile. “Happy birthday.”

Katniss tries to tap down the excitement of Peeta seeing her new look.

Maybe now, he’ll see her as more than his teammate on the softball team. She might not be as developed as some of the other girls in class, but he can’t deny that she’s not a girl, especially with her new makeover.

“So, you’re going for a new look?” he asks.

She wants to say it’s all for him, but instead just nods in nervousness.

Katniss has to know. “Do you like it?”

There’s a panicked expression on his handsome face and his pallor goes scarlet.

“It’s…interesting,” he finally tells her.

Something sinks at the look in his eyes. “You hate it.”

Katniss can feel her face begin to crumble and she heads towards the door, stopping suddenly when she catches her reflection in a mirror next to the door.

She’s hideous.

The brown eyes shadow is spread too thick on her lids, some of it has traveled under her eyes making her look bruised. The blush is streaked on her cheeks; she looks like she’s been slapped on both sides and the lipstick makes her look ghoulish.

Katniss should have listened when Johanna said less was more.

Throwing the door open, she rushes out, slamming it behind her and barely making it home before bursting into tears.

++++++

She’s getting ready to go to bed, sans makeup, when there’s a knock on the door.

Her mom steps in, giving her a gentle smile. “Now, there’s my girl.”

“I’m not a little girl,” Katniss bristles, sitting on her bed, and crossing her arms. “Not like anyone even notices.”

“I’ve noticed,” her mom replies, joining her, and putting an arm around Katniss’ shoulders. “Maybe I’ve just been in denial because I’m not ready to let go. You’re my first baby.”

“I’m tired of people not seeing me,” Katniss tells her.

“People see you.” Her mom lifts her chin. “You have no idea the effect you have on people.”

Katniss looks to her. “What do you mean?”

“There’s someone who wants to see you on our porch.” Her mom stands and tugs her up. She quickly undoes Katniss’ braid, combing her fingers through to define her daughter’s waves. Then her mom goes to her closet, grabbing her long burgundy cardigan. “It’s chilly, so wear this.”

She eyes her mother. “Okay.”

“Don’t stay out too long,” her mom replies with a slight grin. “Your dad won’t be too happy.”

Together, they leave her bedroom, separating at the stairs so her mom can go check on Prim.

Downstairs, her dad is in the living room. He looks to her, warmth in his gaze.

“Give him hell, sweetheart,” he advises with a wink.

Katniss nods her head before going to the front door, opening it then stepping out.

Peeta is standing on the porch, hands in his pockets. “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?”

“You left my birthday party,” he replies. Going to a corner of the porch, he reaches down and grabs a small white box. “I didn’t want to blow out all my candles without my best friend.”

“Oh.” Katniss tries to hide the sting of disappointment at the word ‘friend’ even though it’s attached to such a magnanimous title. So instead, she sits down on the steps and pats the spot next to her. “Alright then. Let’s blow out your candles.”

Peeta sits down, opening the box and revealing a single cupcake—chocolate with buttercream icing, her favorite—with a candle sticking up on top.

“Before I light this,” Peeta begins. “Why did you suddenly decide to wear makeup? I mean, it’s not something that I thought you were interested in—"

“Because you don’t see me as a girl, I get it,” she interrupts in frustration.

“No!” Peeta lets out a frustrated breath before turning to her. “I know you’re a girl…a lot of people know you’re a girl…a lot of guys, specifically.”

Katniss shakes her head. “No one ever looks at me—”

“Because I tell them not to! Because you’re not some piece of meat that they can ogle when you walk by with your hips swaying…” Even in the darkness, she can see his reddened cheeks. “…I’ve always seen you as a girl and I hate that other guys are starting to notice. Because…uh…I mean…I…um—”

She takes his hand, worried that he’ll start to heave. Knowing Peeta, he’s probably forgotten his inhaler at home.

“Take a breath and continue,” she says.

“Because I always thought of you as just mine,” he admits quietly. “Since that day in Kindergarten when you sang the Valley Song in front of the class. You were so brave. And I always thought that maybe you were singing for me…”

“I was.” Katniss’ mouth rises in a soft smile. “I’ve always been singing for you.”

Peeta’s own mouth bursts into a wide grin.

“Good—I mean, I’m happy that we are…and it was…just for me.” Anxiously, he runs a hand through his golden locks as he pulls out the lighter from his pocket. “Why don’t we just blow out the candle?”

“What about singing ‘Happy Birthday’?”

“Everyone already sang it, and it was ruined because you weren’t there,” he tells her. “So, it’s okay.”

“I’ll just sing another song.”

Katniss searches her head for the perfect tune. Suddenly, a song comes to mind.

Her mother once said that it reminded her of Katniss in some way. At the time, she laughed it off.

How could Vanessa Williams have any insight on the life of one Katniss Everdeen?

Now, as she sits face to face with Peeta, Katniss realizes that her mother understands her more than she realizes.

She looks to Peeta. “Don’t laugh, okay?”

He shakes his head vehemently. “I’d never laugh at a serenade.”

Katniss shakes her head in amusement before clearing her throat and singing out:

“Sometimes the snow comes down in June

Sometimes the sun goes 'round the moon

I see the passion in your eyes

Sometimes it's all a big surprise…”

She closes her eyes, realizing how much she relates to the lyrics and that maybe there are other people out there who wish for the kind of love that she wants from Peeta. The kind where your first love can become your last love.

Her mother always said that she was much too wise for her age.

Her eyes open to find Peeta in rapt attention, and their eyes meet, his own soft and filled with something that makes her ache.

“Sometimes the very thing you're lookin' for

Is the one thing you can't see…”

He is suddenly sitting much closer, so close that she can count every little freckle along his cheeks…every little eyelash…

Katniss swallows down her nervousness and continues her song.

“But now we're standing face to face

Isn't this world a crazy place?

Just when I thought our chance had passed

You go and save the best for last…”

There’s a moment of quiet and her hand covers his.

“Happy birthday, Peeta.” She takes the box in his grasp along with the lighter and lights the candle. “Make a wish.”

Peeta gives her a small smile before blowing out the candle.

“I don’t suppose you’ll tell me what you wished for,” Katniss jokes.

He shakes his head. “I can show you.”

“How—”

Peeta suddenly cups her face between his hands and presses his lips to hers.

He tastes of sugar.

Her own hand reaches to the nape of his neck as she tilts her head to slot her lips closer to his.

It is everything Katniss could have ever hoped for in a first kiss.

Reluctantly, they pull apart, panting, and grinning.

“That’s what you wished for?”

Peeta nods, still breathless. “That and a chance to take you to the movies tomorrow night.”

“Alright,” she agrees immediately. “I think I know what I’m going to wish for my next birthday.”

Peeta puts an arm around her, pulling her to his side. “What?”

“For Peeta Mellark to be my boyfriend.”

He beams. “I think you’re going to get that before your birthday.”

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“How long am I going to allow him to be out there?”

“Theo, stop peeking out,” his wife tells him. “It’s creepy.”

“Suze, they’re out there feeding each other cupcake pieces like newlyweds!” The man turns to his wife. “Why did you allow this? I thought I would have more time before fending off a boyfriend!”

“It was going to happen, anyway,” she replies easily. “Give them five more minutes.”

“And then I can turn the sprinklers on them?”

Suzie Everdeen shakes her head at her husband. He has conveniently forgotten that they had gotten together when they were around Katniss’ age.

And they never looked back.

For now, she’ll give him this one thing.

“Fine.” She kisses her husband’s cheek. “I’m going to bed.”

Less than five minutes later, Suzie hears the screams of the young couple as they are soaked by the new power sprinklers that Theo installed last week.

FIN.

Song: “Save The Best For Last”—Vanessa Williams

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breanime · 5 years ago

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Oh okay... can I ask for what jax teller does when you're sick please ❤🙂

*gif not mine*

As soon as you tell Jax you’re not feeling well, he’s worried

You tell him not to, but he can’t help but think of his brother’s health problems, and Gemma’s health problems, and Abel’s health problems...

So he worries

He can’t leave right away, especially with his status in the club

So he leans on his mom

He asks Gemma to cook you up a big pot of chicken noodle soup

And he makes her a list (that she doesn’t need) of medicines and teas to get for you, as well as Vicks infused tissue and cough drops

He facetimes you while he’s out, knowing that you’re not really up to talking--he just wants to see your face and see how you feel

He frowns when he sees that you’re not in bed

“You need to rest, darling,” he says, his voice just a few levels above a whine, “Why don’t you go to our room and lay down?”

When you do, he tells you that Gemma is on the way--

--with strict instructions from him to stay there until he can get to you

“I don’t need a babysitter, Jax,” you argue

But he ain’t trying to hear it

So you let Gemma baby you, and you enjoy the soup and orange juice

Jax comes home a little later

He shooes Gemma out, gently, thanking her for helping

And he strips down to his T-shirt and jeans and gets in bed with you

He cuddles you, asking how you feel and if you need to go to the doctor

And you ask him about his day

He makes you eat again

And he watches you take your medicine before making you a nice cup of tea

You doze off against his chest

And when you wake up in the morning, you expect him to be gone already

But he’s not

“Told the guys I was taking a sick day,” he would explain, smiling down at you, “nothin’ works right when my Old Lady isn’t feeling good, anyway”

And he spends all day waiting on you hand and foot

He checks your temperature a good five times throughout the day, satisfied once he sees that it’s slowly going down

Overall, he’s a very attentive and caring nurse

...plus he doesn’t wear a shirt half the time, so that’s nice too!

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Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor, 6 (Branjie) (and background everyone) - Ortega

a/n: hi hello hey. how did this happen? I actually wrote this way quicker than I expected. thank u so much for ur patience during the rewrites fam, hopefully i won’t have to do any more!!!! so so so hope u like the new chapter :)))))

fic summary: Strictly Come Dancing enters its 18th series and its producers, after being goaded by a rival dance show on its inclusivity, commission it to be an all-female cast. Unlike Akeria who’s just here to bone her potential dance partner, dancer Vanessa is ready to act like a professional.

And then TV presenter Brooke Lynn walks into the rehearsal room.

***

11th October 2020

As it turns out, Vanessa meets Monique and Akeria for lunch earlier than she’d expected. Okay, it’s at her flat instead of a cafe and it’s dinner instead of lunch, the three of them all easily agreeing to go back to Vanessa’s after the pro dance rehearsal on Sunday evening. Akeria had wanted to go to The Ivy but Vanessa had decided to make pernil in the slow cooker that morning after a facetime with her Tia had made her particularly homesick, and there was enough for the three of them anyway. Monique had been glad of the fact that they would be safe from any rogue journalists at Vanessa’s, and Vanessa had laughed and objected to the idea that any journalists would be interested in what was going on in their lives anyway.

Then again, that hadn’t appeared to be the case last year when everything kicked off with-

“V!” Akeria shouts over to her and interrupts her from the dreamlike state in which she’s fluffing up the rice. “You got any more wine?”

Vanessa laughs at her friend as she tips the pan over three bowls consecutively. “You’re rehearsin’ tomorrow morning, calm the fuck down.”

“Aw, let a bitch live! I did good last night, I deserve to celebrate.”

Vanessa thinks about how Akeria ended up fourth on the leaderboard with Asia and rolls her eyes. “Yeah, rub it in, girl. It’s fourth place, not Vicks.”

“Stop bein’ salty,” Akeria scolds her as Vanessa carries their dinner over to the huge sofa they’ve chosen to sit on instead of her tiny dining table. “You had a couple bum weeks, so what? This week’ll be the one.”

Vanessa wants to point out that it was really only one bum week and the other she was undermarked for, but she doesn’t. She lets it drop and instead turns her attention to Monique. “Right, bitch, let’s break bread and spill tea. What’s goin’ on?”

As Monique lets out a heavy sigh while she stabs at her food, Akeria claps her hands together and threatens to spill her dinner. “Yes! Thank God you said it, ‘cause I didn’t want to seem rude, but that’s the reason we’re all here, right?”

“God, I beg you both shut up,” Monique groans. “Okay so…me and Monet. You know we did that Waltz, right? And it was very…romantic, very intense.”

Vanessa and Akeria bob their heads like nodding dogs in response. Monique gives another heavy sigh and Vanessa is on the edge of her seat. “Well, it was like…our last full run before we finished up on Thursday. An’ we were both very much like…well, final run, let’s just give it all our energy. And it just got so intense, like, all the eye contact and the moments where we were all like…close, the bit where she picks me up and spins me-”

“Oh my God…did you kiss?” Akeria blurts out excitedly. Monique rubs both her temples with her hands.

“Akeria,” she raises her eyebrows. “We had sex.”

Vanessa lets out a scream. Akeria almost spills the entire bowl of pernil over herself as she reacts, waving her arms about so much Vanessa thinks she might give herself whiplash. “Sorry, sorry, sorry…WHAT?!”

“You cannot tell a single fucking soul on God’s green earth!” Monique groans, and Vanessa still isn’t sure if she’s over the information she’s just been given.

“HOW?!” Vanessa screeches out, ignoring Monique’s plea but promising her internally.

“It was my own damn fault-”

“FAULT?! How is this in any way a negative situation?” Akeria teases her friend with a shit-eating grin on her face.

Monique pouts in self-pity as she carries on with her sentence. “I kissed her. At the very end. I just got so caught up in everything, Jesus, I don’t know.”

“Tell me it was like the musical where there’s all the fuckin’ horn section and everything goin’ off in the background,” Vanessa butts in, remembering when she saw The Bodyguard on the West End last year. Monique knows the exact bit in I Have Nothing she’s talking about, because she nods her head.

“It was exactly that part.”

Vanessa lets out a cry identical to Akeria’s. She’s picturing the scene in her head and it sounds like the most romantic kiss that’s ever happened to anyone outside of a fictional setting. “M’nique, that’s adorable, oh my God.”

“What happened after? Well, she obviously liked it,” Akeria shrugs, and Vanessa splutters a laugh. Monique looks vaguely like a babysitter that has to deal with a pair of five year old twins.

“She just kissed me back before I could even break away out of fuckin’ embarrassment. She was just holding me and kissing me for what seemed like ages…and then when I had to get air I was panicking and apologising and she…oh my God. She asked me if she could take me home.”

Akeria raises her eyebrows. “Damn. I have got flutters.”

“So you went back to hers? OH my God. You’ve been to Monet X Change’s house,” Vanessa gasps, impressed. Akeria gives a snort of disbelief, turns to look at her.

“She’s been inside her fuckin’ pussy, never mind her house!!”

They both howl, and Monique rolls her eyes before apparently admitting to herself that what Akeria had said was funny after all and giggling.

Akeria leans forward with intrigue. “And did you…have a nice time?”

Monique now can’t wipe the smile off her face as she puts both hands to her cheeks, an attempt to cover her blush. “Yes. We both did. It was a very nice time.”

“So what’s the problem?” Akeria asks her, blasé and black and white as ever. Monique gives a sigh of exasperation.

“Because we’ve not…spoken about it, we’ve not addressed it!”

“It didn’t seem awkward last night, you did a great job!” Vanessa frowns, spearing a chunk of pulled pork. Monique lets out a tiny helpless whine.

“Yeah, that’s because…” she begins, then trails off. Vanessa knows what she’s going to say already, but Monique finishes her sentence before she can properly connect the dots. “We did it two more times before the actual dance.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ!” Akeria shouts through a mouthful of dinner. “This ain’t fair! How come a God-fearing, good lil’ Christian girl like you can get laid three times in the space of three days an’ I get nothing?”

“Jeez Keeks that’s so far off the mark. Christian? Uh-huh. Good? No way,” Vanessa teases. Monique, for perhaps the twelfth time this evening, looks as if she’s severely regretting telling her friends anything at all, so Vanessa decides to be helpful. “When’d you bang again, then? Thursday night was the first. You stay over?”

“Yeah. We did it again the next morning and then in the studio on Friday.”

“IN the studio!” Akeria screeches. Vanessa wonders if she should apologise to her neighbours the next day. She, herself, has had sex quieter than Akeria’s screeching. “You are nasty as fuck!”

Monique has the good grace to attempt to look embarrassed before a proud smile takes over. “It was Monet’s idea. She told me she couldn’t keep her hands off me.”

“Well she’s nasty too. Y’all are well suited,” Akeria shrugs, and the three of them laugh.

“So why’re you pressed?” Vanessa asks her friend. She draws from her own experience as she follows up. “You in your feelings?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know!” Monique gives an anguished cry, dramatic as ever. “I just want to get to know her a lil’ more. I don’t want her to think I just wanna sleep with her because she’s Monet X Change, y’know? Like sure, I have a crush on her, but it’s not like I ever had sleep-with-my-dream-girl on my bucket list.”

“Maybe on your fuck-it list,” Akeria supplies unhelpfully.

“Why don’t you ask her out?” Vanessa shrugs. It seems so simple when she’s giving it as advice but if anyone had suggested that as a solution to her feelings for Brooke she would’ve laughed them all the way to Oxford Circus.

Monique gives Vanessa a long-suffering stare. “We both know it ain’t that simple, V.”

“Well, why don’t you tell her what you’ve just told us?”

This time Monique pulls a face. “Well, maybe. I don’t know. Monet don’t seem like the type to catch feelings, though.”

“You don’t seem like the type to catch feelings. Shit, you don’t catch feelings,” Akeria reminds her, Vanessa giving a laugh as she remembers every time Monique has had to pry girls off of her at a bar.

“Shut up. To be honest I don’t know what I’ll do, but I’m glad to have vented about it,” Monique shrugs in resignation, takes a sip of her wine. “Anyway Kiki, what’s the story with Miss Asia? Thought you were gonna sweep her off her feet an’ show her your Hitachi or whatever line usually works for you.”

Vanessa snorts as Akeria gives a smirk. “I wish. Nah, we get along great but we’re honestly just better as friends. It’s almost like all the hours spent rehearsing with our bodies pressed up against each other kinda ruined the magic a lil’. She’s great though. Could set her up with you, though, Vanj?”

In any other context, Vanessa would have a smart remark. However, the thought of being set up with someone else when Brooke Lynn seems to fill her every waking thought these days isn’t a desirable one, so she opens her mouth. “Well, uh…I mean, obviously Asia’s cute, but I’m not really…y’know-”

“Oh my God,” Monique cuts in, trying and failing to suppress a laugh. “You’re crushin’ on Brooke Lynn. You are! Oh my God, Kiki, look at that blush.”

Vanessa frantically shakes her head, willing the blood to flow away from her face. “No! No, it ain’t a crush. Shut up.”

“You’ve gone so red. Jeez. I’d hate to see the colour you go when you are in your feelings, then,” Akeria laughs.

“She is so in her feelings! C’mon, deny it, bitch. Try an’ deny it.”

“Jesus Christ will you both shut up!” Vanessa exhales with exasperation, now highly regretting the amount she’d wound Monique up. “Fine! Fine…it’s not a crush, but I just find the girl attractive, an’ it’s nice gettin’ to know her, is all.”

“That’s literally a crush,” Akeria stares incredulously at her. Vanessa rolls her eyes to the ceiling and aquiesces.

“…fine, maybe it’s a crush, god damn.”

The two girls opposite her explode. Vanessa stuffs more pernil and rice into her mouth with a feeling of resignation.

“Don’t tell me you two’ve been bangin’ mid-rehearsals as well?”

Vanessa breathes a laugh. “Stop it. No, just a couple hugs in the corridor after our dances. We went out for lunch together last week.”

Monique gasps. “You went on a date?”

“That’s not a date, Mo, shut up.”

“It is a date! You took a girl you like out for lunch, how’s that not a date?”

“Because she wasn’t aware it was a date. And neither was I! It was honestly the furthest thing from a date. It was a fuckin’…raisin.”

The three girls giggle, and in the conversational lull something occurs to Vanessa. “The only other thing is, uh…well, both weeks we did our dance for the judges, after we finished, she, uh…she kissed me.”

There’s another bomb of screaming from the girls that detonates in Vanessa’s living room. World War Two hasn’t got shit on Akeria and Monique.

“What?!”

Vanessa shrugs. “I mean it ain’t a massive fuckin’ makeout sesh, obviously! It’s just a lil’ cheek kiss, top-of-the-head kiss, that sorta thing. You can see her doin’ it, the camera got it both times.”

(There’s a fan account on Instagram dedicated to her and Brooke’s Strictly journey, and it’s posted the footage of the kiss Brooke gave her last night. Vanessa will not admit to the girls that she has watched it too many times for it to be explained away as normal.)

“So she likes you back,” Akeria states, as if it’s a fact and not something Vanessa’s been wondering about at random intervals throughout the day every day for the past week or so.

“We don’t know that.”

Akeria’s face turns scheming. She’s clearly got an idea. “Well, why don’t you choreograph a big sexy rhumba or something where you gotta grind up on her an’ get all nasty an’ shit? That’ll speed things along.”

Monique points her fork at Akeria in agreement. “Yes! ‘Cuz Jan and Jackie did that in, like, week 1, and they’re already fuckin’.”

Vanessa screws her face up. “Jan and Jackie ain’t sleeping with each other, shut up.”

“Oh my God, girl, I beg you buy a pair of glasses,” Akeria rolls her eyes, causing Monique to let out a laugh.

“Yeah, they absolutely are.”

Vanessa shoves another mouthful of dinner in. She’s hungry, and it doesn’t help when she’s trying to talk and eat. “Well, Strictly curse aside, it’s our Jive week this week, so that’s operation sexy dance out the window for at least another seven days.”

“Ugh. That’s annoyin’,” Akeria consoles her. After that, talk immediately turns to movie week and dances, and the conversation has moved on.

But it’s nice now that she’s admitted her crush on Brooke Lynn to Akeria and Monique. She’s got her girls to vent to when Brooke gives her a smile that comes with an extra added twinkle in her eye that sets Vanessa’s insides on fire, or to squeal to when Brooke brings her a coffee from the cafe they’d visited for brunch last week “just because”. She can’t take her eye off the prize too much though, even in the excitement of movie week. They’re doing their Jive to Runaway Baby from the Madagascar franchise (Brooke insists it’s niche and Vanessa insists it’s not) where they’re dressed as animals breaking out of huge cage props and “running away”. It’s not going to be as iconic as Plastique and Scarlet’s Dirty Dancing-themed Salsa, nor will it be as hot as Crystal and Gigi’s Rhumba (to License to Kill, no less), but it’s theirs, and it’s fun, and it’s hilarious watching Brooke get to grips with the insane amount of kicks needed for a Jive to be a Jive.

“My feet feel like they’re going to fall off,” she groans, lying flat on the floor after a particularly intense Wednesday rehearsal. Vanessa hides a laugh behind her hands, sneakily pulls out her phone to film her.

“What?”

“I said my feet feel like they’re about to fall off,” Brooke repeats louder, for the unknown benefit of the camera.

“You ain’t much of a soldier, are you?” Vanessa scoffs affectionately. Brooke sits up on her elbows, noticing Vanessa’s phone.

“Are you filming this? You’re filming this,” Brooke asks and then confirms without Vanessa even having to say anything. “Well to anyone that follows Vanessa, I’d just like to say that this is human exploitation and you should not be supporting this.”

Vanessa howls with laughter, tries to ignore how good her name sounds in Brooke’s mouth. “She loves me really.”

“I love her really,” Brooke rolls her eyes, and Vanessa’s heart jumps at the words even though they’re part of a joke.

She stops filming, posts the video to her feed and leaves it as they keep practising. When they stop for lunch and they’re sitting scrolling, Vanessa’s eyes widen at the comment Monique has left, her friend taking her stirring to new levels:

moheart: you two are so cute omg branjie 5 ever xxxxx

As Vanessa’s contemplating using the cables that line the floors of Elstree Studios as garotting wire when she sees Monique at the show on Saturday, she taps on the comment’s likes (it’s got 85 so far). Her heart stops when she sees the familiar blue tick of bhytes at the top of the list. Vanessa darts her eyes Brooke’s way as if her face gives anything away, and of course it doesn’t. Brooke’s scrolling casually as if she hadn’t liked a thing, and it manages to mess even more with Vanessa’s head. Vanessa enjoys the feeling though, this experience of having a crush on a cute girl again. She is so used to healing (she’s had to do it for the best part of a year now), and it’s nice to have butterflies in her stomach instead of an endless churning ocean.

Her feelings for Brooke aren’t helped by Cheryl and her ridiculous quiz on It Takes Two on Thursday night after their rehearsal. Okay, Vanessa supposes- every couple has done one, so it’s not exactly as if they’re being singled out. But when they finish their usual interview (how they felt regarding last week’s comments, how rehearsals are going, how they feel about the week ahead) and Cheryl pulls out two sets of glittery pink paddles (one saying me and the other saying her) with an excited grin on her face, Vanessa does a bad job of masking her horror.

“Oh my God. Cheryl, what is this?”

“Welcome to…Mrs and Mrs!” Cheryl announces with a small flourish, and the film crew give a cheer. Brooke snorts beside her, just as dumbfounded. Cheryl continues. “Okay, Brooke and Vanessa, I’m going to ask you both a series of questions and you’ll need to hold up your paddle to show me who you think is the best fit as the answer- you, or your partner. Every time you both give me the same answer, you get a point. For example, if I asked you…who sweats the most in rehearsals?”

Vanessa rushes to hold up the paddle that says her and as soon as she’s done it she cranes her neck to look at the one Brooke’s held up. She squeals when she sees me staring back at her, a blush appearing on Brooke’s face as she giggles.

“I sweat! I’m very sweaty! I never wear grey in rehearsals!” Brooke pouts in anguish, and Vanessa gives a laugh. She leans into her in a show of sympathy, trying to ignore the way her pulse races as she catches the scent of her perfume. It’s not the Flash that she wears at the weekends, but it’s still just as intoxicating.

“Not sure we needed that much detail, love, but you get the idea! You’d get a point, because you both said Brooke,” Cheryl pokes fun at Brooke, before her gaze snaps back to the camera, all charisma and TV-presenter-smile. “Okay, your score to beat is five, that was set by Gigi and Crystal on Monday’s show and none of the other girls have beaten it so far! Ladies- are you ready?”

Vanessa raises her eyebrows, tries not to look at Brooke who she knows will be smiling like an idiot. “As I’ll ever be, I guess.”

“Okay. Let’s play…Mrs and Mrs!” Cheryl announces dramatically, and immediately holds up a set of glittery cards that the questions are written on. “Question one- who’s the most patient?”

Vanessa laughs and she can feel Brooke being set off beside her. She’s held up her, and Vanessa’s held up me.

“She’s so laid-back she’s horizontal!” Brooke laughs, and Vanessa swats her. She melts a little as Brooke’s gaze turns affectionate. “It’s why she’s such a good teacher. I’ve said it before, but I’m really lucky.”

Cheryl moves on before Vanessa can react to the compliment. “Who’s the best dancer?”

Vanessa hears Brooke scoff. Sure enough, Brooke has once again held up the her paddle, and Vanessa has voted for herself too. Brooke laughs as she looks at Vanessa’s paddles. “Of course it’s her! Has any celebrity voted for themself?!”

“Willam and Yvie both did!” Cheryl giggles, and Brooke rolls her eyes so much that her body tilts back with them. “Okay, next question- who is the better cook?”

Vanessa holds up me, and Brooke’s held up her. It definitely shouldn’t make Vanessa feel as good as it does.

“Brooke is like the kinda person who would struggle to keep a cactus alive, never mind her own damn self,” Vanessa laughs, and Brooke laughs along, agreeing rather than being offended.

“And Vanessa should go on Celebrity Masterchef one year. I swear to God.”

Vanessa looks at Brooke and smiles, happy for the compliment. She’s sure she’s not imagining that Brooke leans into her a tiny bit.

“Three points so far ladies, you’re on a roll!” Cheryl comments, impressed. “Who is more of a perfectionist?”

Vanessa fumbles with the paddles in her haste to hold up her. Brooke has indeed also voted for herself.

“She will make, like, one mistake and she’ll make us run the entire thing through until she gets it right,” Vanessa explains, Brooke giggling beside her in embarrassment. “I thought it was meant to be me that worked her hard, not the other way!”

Cheryl laughs from her interviewer’s chair. She reaches the next card and her eyebrows fly up her face. “Ooh, one for your massive egos here- who’s the most attractive?”

Vanessa’s heart gives a little jump and her brain thinks almost a hundred thoughts at once. She could play things off and vote for herself (because ultimately, she’s well aware of the fact she’s cute, she’s got a mirror), but part of her wants to see how Brooke will react to the compliment. Deciding all this in the space of about two seconds, Vanessa holds up the her paddle. To her surprise and poorly-concealed joy, Brooke is also holding up the her paddle. Vanessa’s trying to hide her smile and Brooke’s expression suggests she’s doing the same.

“I mean, I’m not gonna be big-headed,” Vanessa plays it off. Cheryl is looking at the both of them with a little scheming smile on her face.

“Well, nice to see that the first time you drop a point is because you’re both just too busy trying to compliment each other, in’t that sweet!” she grins. Vanessa wishes she had one of Cheryl’s cards to fan the blush away from her face. As Cheryl moves on to her next card, her mouth drops open. “Oh, right, this one’s a good ‘un. Who is most likely to have a crush on someone in the cast?”

Fuck. Vanessa can feel Brooke giving similar amounts of hesitation beside her, and the two of them share an awkward glance and a laugh. Without really knowing what she’s doing, Vanessa slowly holds up the paddle that says me. She’s almost scared to look at Brooke’s, but she leans forward anyway. Staring back at her from the paddle is the exact same word as the one she herself had held up- Brooke has also said me.

Cheryl gives a reaction much as if she’s reporting on breaking world news. “Ooh, now that’s interesting! You’ve both said yourselves. Any reason? Do we actually have any crushes flying around the studio?”

Vanessa holds a tight, awkward grimace on her face, hoping she can avoid the question. She almost feels her soul leave her body when Brooke crosses her legs and sits straight. “You might think that, I couldn’t possibly comment.”

As Cheryl appears to stave off an aneurism, Vanessa cuts in with the best way of diffusing the situation she could manage. “Aw, you know I gotta crush on you, Cheryl, stop pretendin’ like you don’t know!”

Cheryl howls with laughter, turns to the camera and appeals to her wife who’s presumably sitting at home. “Blu, babe, don’t listen to her!”

Vanessa joins in with the laughter, suddenly willing the interview to be over.

“Okay Brooke and Vanessa, at the end of Mrs and Mrs, you have scored…four!”

The production team claps them, and Brooke turns to Vanessa to hi-five her. Vanessa accepts with a laugh. Cheryl shuffles her cards and turns to the camera.

“Well they might not’ve won Mrs and Mrs but they’re still gonna be dancing on Saturday- Brooke and Vanessa, everybody!”

There’s another clap, and their interview is finished. Thank God.

It’s only when they’re walking back outside afterwards after a little bit of small-talk about their plans for the rest of the evening that Brooke quirks a bashful smile at her. “So, uh…you think you’re more likely to get a crush on someone in the cast than me? Does this mean you’ve got one on somebody?”

Vanessa suddenly feels as if she might vomit up her own heart. She plays it off, narrows her eyes at Brooke. “Alright, Cheryl, damn! I thought the interview was over. Jeez.”

Brooke gives a small laugh. They’re walking close, and every time Brooke’s body brushes against hers Vanessa swears she sees sparks flying off them both. “Just asking. I said myself, remember?”

Vanessa already feels ever so slightly giddy, so she takes the risk. She cocks her head at Brooke as she walks. “Alright, since you wanna talk about crushes so much. Who’ve you gotta crush on?”

“I asked first,” Brooke shrugs easily, stopping as they both reach the doors to the exit. Vanessa lets out an exasperated laugh.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, we are full-grown adult women.”

Brooke splutters a giggle as she leans on the door and opens it, the freezing cold air smacking Vanessa across the face. They both leave the building and Brooke stands still, her face wearing a hopeful expression. The wind is whipping her long blonde hair over her shoulders.

Damn, she looks so beautiful.

“So you’re not telling, then?” Brooke smirks. Vanessa thinks about it. She thinks about what Brooke’s honest to God reaction would be if she actually turned around and said yeah, I’ve got a crush on you. The thought of doing so almost makes her laugh.

“Well I’m not a fifteen year old high schooler, so no. Sorry to disappoint,” Vanessa smirks back at her. Maybe this is flirting. She’s not even mad about it. Thinking again, she cocks her head curiously as she shoves her hands in the pockets of her huge hoodie that she’s pulled over her interview outfit. “You gonna tell me?”

Brooke’s smile is still there, still cheeky. “No.”

“But you’ve got one.”

“I never said that,” Brooke shrugs easily. For a moment they’re both standing biting back smiles at each other, and Vanessa feels as if she’s caught in some form of stalemate. It’s Brooke that breaks it first, because of course it is, and she brushes some hair out of her face as she shrugs at Vanessa again. “Well, have a good night, anyway! See you tomorrow, bright and early.”

“Yeah, you too. Get home safe,” Vanessa says, the two of them sharing the usual friendly wave that comes with their goodbye. In spite of herself, Vanessa watches Brooke turn on her heel and walk in the opposite direction to her. Just as she’s about to start making her own way home, Brooke pauses, turning to look back over her shoulder.

The pair of them share one last bashful smile before they make their way back home and it feels as if Vanessa floats home on a cloud.

Saturday rolls around quickly, and Brooke has managed to transform herself from having feet made of concrete blocks to someone with featherlight ankles, so Vanessa is confident that they’ll score well tonight. She’s not really got scoring or the judges at the front of her mind, though, because movie week is entirely too much fun. It feels as if she’s at Universal studios as she walks through costume and hair and makeup, everyone dressed up in variations of movie characters. The best by far, though, is Jaida and Yvie’s. Any part of Jaida that isn’t clad in a grey leotard and skirt is painted entirely in grey body paint, with her hands in black gloves. Her hair has been expertly twirled into two long “ears” on the top of her head, and makeup has painted a blotted white stripe down the centre of her face. Yvie is wearing an orange and black striped morph suit, on top of which costume have given her a little red and white striped waistcoat with a buckle, a red cape, and, of course, a pair of boots to dance in.

And her face is painted like a cat.

“I’m going to see that in my nightmares this week,” Scarlet pipes up from across the green room, looking every inch the iconic Baby in her pink dress and glittery silver heels.

“More like your dreams,” Yvie winks at her, and Scarlet laughs, presumably to offset the pink blush on her cheeks.

“Yeah Scarlet, don’t you want her pussy?” Willam joins in from where she’s getting her hair swept into a low ponytail. Her costume is nowhere near as extravagant, but it’s classy nonetheless- a fitted tuxedo suit for her stint as a spy as part of her and Phi Phi’s dance to 4 Minutes. Courtney laughs from her position sitting on the dressing table beside her. Even though she and Blair were voted out last week, Courtney’s role as a pro means she’s still part of the show’s group dances. It’s something that Vanessa thinks Willam is particularly grateful for (she’s seen the hand-holding when they think no one is looking). Courtney starts singing Livin’ La Vida Loca under her breath absent-mindedly.

“Hey, listen, at least neither of us are Shrek,” Jaida consoles Yvie, who doesn’t look as if she needs much consoling.

“You guys, Courtney’s right there,” Willam pipes up again, the girls laughing as Courtney swipes at her playfully. Willam flinches in her chair, much to the irritation of the hair stylist.

The costumes aren’t all ridiculous, though. There’s a murmur of admiration when Gigi and Crystal emerge from wardrobe in skin-tight floor-length velvet gowns (one red, one black), each with a huge slit up the side. Akeria whispers something to Vanessa about Crystal stealing her idea of a big sexy rhumba, and Vanessa tries to laugh from her current position in the hairstylist’s chair but the two thick plaits they’re weaving her mane of brown locks into makes it difficult. She can’t help but let out a gasp when Jan and Jackie emerge from their costume fitting, though, and neither can the rest of the girls: Jackie is dressed in black leggings and a red waistcoat and tails, covered in shining gold brocade and black detailing. It’s Jan, though, who takes Vanessa’s breath away. She looks like a muted version of Lily James’ Cinderella in a gorgeous, floaty powder blue dress which hits her calves, little dimantés and tiny butterflies stitched into the light fabric.

“Janet, holy hell! It’s Strictly, this ain’t fashion week!” Jaida cries, sticking her tongue out at the end to let her friend know she’s joking. Jan gives a shy laugh, sweeps her immaculately curled blonde hair over her shoulders.

“Yeah, all you’re missing is a tiara,” Scarlet agrees enthusiastically.

“Hey, I thought we were meant to be showing off our celebrities!” Akeria pipes up with a raised eyebrow. Before Jan can reply, Jackie takes her hand and smiles.

“I’m happy to let this one steal the show for this week. She looks gorgeous, she deserves to be in the spotlight,” she shrugs. Vanessa doesn’t miss the look Jan gives her partner or the way she squeezes Jackie’s hand. She thinks back to what Monique had said at dinner on Sunday. Maybe something is happening between those two after all.

“Vanessa! You’re up please, fitting,” one of the costume girls calls out for her, and Vanessa obediently dashes towards the room in question. Brooke’s been squirrelled away in her own dressing room having to do some prep work for her filming the next morning, so when Vanessa sees her in her own costume, it’s not what she expects. She can’t find the words to describe how Brooke looks.

“Don’t…say…anything,” Brooke warns her, but it’s too late- the laugh is already coming out of Vanessa’s body before she can stop it, and it turns into a howl when Brooke grabs her tail- her stripy, white and black tail- and gives a twirl. She is dressed entirely as a lemur.

It’s not long until Brooke is spluttering a laugh herself. “Don’t tell me this isn’t the hottest you’ve ever seen me look.”

Vanessa’s cheeks hurt from laughing. “I don’t think I can keep my hands off you, boo, I’m gonna be honest.”

“Well luckily you’ll be wearing the exact same thing in about five minutes,” Brooke quips back at her, and Vanessa pouts and groans. She doesn’t really mind though. Mad, extravagant costumes are a staple of Strictly movie week, and she’s just happy she gets to experience it with a partner this year.

Soon enough the show is starting, and Vanessa watches the first dance from the Divinatorium with her hand entwined in Brooke’s. Neither of them mention the contact- it’s apparently just another secret. That and both of their crushes. Willam and Phi Phi are first and it seems as if Willam’s technique is a little better after her somewhat dismal scores in the weeks prior. Monique’s told Vanessa she’s seen Willam getting extra lessons from Courtney during her lunch breaks, so she suspects that’s what is making the difference. It seems to have paid off, and they get a score of twenty five altogether. After they see that dance, they can’t stay to watch Aja and Farrah as they’re on third, so while Farrah lives her Disney princess fantasy waltzing to Someday My Prince Will Come, Vanessa is marking the steps with Brooke backstage.

“This is gonna be a good week. I can feel it,” Brooke smiles at her, and Vanessa believes it. They’ve coped way better with the Jive than they did with the Paso, so she’s eager to show the judges what they can really do. Farrah and Aja get their critiques and their scores (a disappointing 17), and just like that, Brooke and Vanessa’s VT is playing and their massive cages are being rolled out onto the stage. There’s a distance between them in their two separate props, but Vanessa knows that Brooke’s feeling confident and so, in turn, does she.

“Dancing the Jive…Brooke Lynn Hytes and Vanessa Mateo!”

The electric guitar slices through the quiet of the room and with it sends an electric shock through Vanessa’s veins as she starts to dance. Her eyes are focussed on the audience, ever the professional, but she hopes Brooke is coping as well as she’s done in rehearsals. As soon as it comes to the part of the music where they “break down” the door of their cages and land into hold with each other, Vanessa can’t help it when the fake performance smile on her face turns into a real one as she faces Brooke (whose face, like hers, is painted like a lemur, complete with bright yellow eyeshadow). Brooke’s face is concentrating hard, and Vanessa knows she’s nailing all the steps as they reach the section where they figure-eight their ankles then change and do the same with their other foot.

“See I ain’t try’na hurt you, baby, no, no, no, I just wanna work you, baby…”

There’s not a whole lot of the dance spent in hold as it’s essentially a test of their synchronicity, Vanessa doing the rightfootflick, leftfootflick, flick, flick, flick, PIVOT and hoping Brooke’s doing the same beside her. But it’s fast and it’s fun and she knows her choreo is good and fuck it, they’re both dressed as lemurs, so they’ve got a fighting chance of doing a decent job this week. Brooke takes her hand and spins her round all while doing the most complex footwork Vanessa’s taught anyone before, and her face is showing it. Vanessa knows she’ll get pulled up for letting her concentration show, but everything else, technically, has gone really well so far, which is just as well as Laganja is standing up to take in every single inch of the footwork.

“Your poor little heart will end up alone, ‘cause God knows I’m a rolling stone, so you better run, run, runaway, runaway baby…”

On cue, Brooke slides herself down on the floor then jumps up, and Vanessa puts her hand on her shoulder right on the final beat. The audience erupts, the clapping envelops them, and Vanessa can’t help but freak out a little. This is the first dance they’ve done where she really feels they completely nailed every single part of it, and she’s punching the air as Brooke picks her up by her waist, spinning her round and round on the ballroom floor. When she puts her down, Brooke pulls her into another hug, and Vanessa can feel the kiss she plants on the top of her head. It’s strong and insistent and Vanessa wishes it had been pressed to her lips, but she supposes she can’t wish for everything all at once.

Vanessa barely even takes in Michelle’s interview with Brooke, she’s simply too happy. As Michelle asks the judges what they thought, Vanessa hopes and prays their comments will reflect the dance they completed.

And they do.

Vanessa listens to them all in a happy haze- the words “immaculate footwork”, “light and precise”, “turned a corner”, and “breakthrough” all pop like fireworks in her head, and she can’t help but squeeze Brooke’s hand every time the judges give them a new compliment.

“Just one very little thing,” Shangela says at the end of her critiques. “You were concentrating so hard on that, and rightly so because it’s hard! But I’d love to see more of the chemistry you have with Vanessa, because you’ve got about two minutes to tell a story out there, and to see you both connecting with each other would be lovely!”

Vanessa tries to suppress a smile at her comments, and Brooke nods affirmingly at Shangela’s words. The incredible feedback is ringing in her ears so much that she hardly knows what she even says to Divina when they both run up to the Divinatorium after their dance is done, and when it pans to the judges for their scores Vanessa can feel her own hand unbearably sweaty in Brooke’s.

“Will the judges please reveal their scores. Bianca Del Rio.”

Vanessa sees the paddle that she holds up and screams. “Seven!”

She’s so busy squealing and hugging Brooke in her delight that she almost misses the next few scores.

“Kennedy Davenport.”

“Eight!”

Vanessa’s jaw drops so far open she’s momentarily scared she’s dislocated it. This changes everything. This is night and day to the scores they’ve had previously.

“Shangela Wadely.”

“Seven!”

“Laganja Estranja.”

“Eight!”

Vanessa can hear the other couples cheering and clapping for them both and she can feel a bunch of hands patting her on the back, but all she can focus on is Brooke’s heartbeat through her chest. She is euphoric. There’s no feeling like it.

“That’s a score of thirty!” Divina tells them, and when Vanessa pulls away she can see that Brooke is crying happy tears. The sight almost makes her want to start crying too. Divina pulls a sympathetic face. “Brooke, you’re clearly happy!”

“I am! I’ve just said from the start that I don’t want to let Vanessa down, and finally we’ve done really really well!” she sniffs, and Vanessa pouts and squeezes her waist. Thirty. Their score was thirty. Thirty out of forty. They’ve only dropped ten marks and it’s week three.

This is good.

As Divina carries on interviewing them both, Vanessa feels her concentration drift away. She’s remembering Shangela’s comments about chemistry. Next week is their Salsa week. Vanessa remembers her conversation with Akeria, and operation sexy dance, and in that moment she decides to make it her mission for the week to show the judges just how much chemistry she and Brooke have.

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keepingupwithfundies · 5 years ago

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BuB 907: A Pizza Katie's Heart

Four pregnant sisters go for ultrasounds together. The couples go on a big date night while the grandkids hang out with their grandparents. And Katie gets an early birthday surprise.

-T

Erin, Carlin, Tori, Whitney and Kelly arrive at Dr. Vick's office. All the pregnant sisters have appointments. Tori says this is the first time four of them have been pregnant at once, and so they thought it would be fun to have ultrasounds together. Whitney is due first, so she's up first. Everyone really enjoys seeing the ultrasound. Whitney is delighted to see the baby has hair. She says she always has heartburn so she hopes her babies have full heads of hair. Whitney is so excited for Khloé to arrive. Erin goes next, and Erin says she always wants to know if the baby has a hair and how big the nose is. In a TH, Chad says that baby's noses are often smooshed up against the side, so they appear bigger than they are on ultrasounds, which is why Erin asks. Carlin is next, and she says she cannot see anything on ultrasounds- they just look like bloobs to her. Carlin eventually sees some features, and Carlin cannot believe that is her child and she is joining the mom club. Tori is next, and says she is so barely pregnant compared to the others. Tori learns her baby is about 2 1/2 inches long. Tori is glad to see the baby moving around. Tori says doing the ultrasound together was special. Tori is getting tested for the same clotting disorders that Erin and Carlin have. Dr. Vick comes in, and says he heard a wonderful party in the ultrasound room. Kelly apologies for being loud, and Dr. Vick says they are so excited. Dr. Vick then tells Tori she also has the clotting disorder. Tori is glad they're at least doing it together, and jokes "it's the party! let's all join it!"

All the couples are going on a date night, and the grandkids are having a big sleepover at Gil and Kelly's. Erin says you wouldn't say her kids are well behaved- her girls are her wild children. Cue Brookie running around laughing and Everly licking a pack n play.

Meanwhile, the couples all go out for a big date at a restaurant. The couples talk about the big Bates family vacation coming up. Kelton is particularly excited as he hasn't been able to go on a Bates vacation before. The couples then ask if anyone has heard from the babysitters. Whitney says she hopes they're all just sitting nicely but doesn't think that's the case...

Which it isn't. Carson and Bradley are wrestling. Katie says as the oldest girl she's been roped in to help. Which she doesn't mind other than her early classes- so she wants to get them in bed early. There is a lot of energy, but kids begin to settle down. Kelly says the real deal is that this is a great cover up to surprise Katie- and we see Travis outside with pizza and flowers.

Travis knocks, and then walks in with pizza and flowers, and Katie immediately runs away. Katie comes back out and Gil is delighted with the surprise. Katie said she knew her instinct should be to run towards them, but her instincts told her to run away. Katie is surprised with her early birthday surprise. Katie says they met through mutual friends a few months ago and starting messaging. They were getting along, so her parents and herself flew up to meet his family. That went well, so they're still talking.

The next day, Travis, his sister Kayla and a bunch of Bates siblings head out for lunch. Travis jokes about Katie's love for chicken and fries. Kelly asks if anyone knows what a leek is- and no one is sure. Katie says she can only make Ramen noodles. Katie says there are a lot of nerves but she is enjoying it. Travis gives Katie her birthday present. It is a pretty box, which when you open it has pictures of them across the top, starting from when they met to now. Inside the box is a ballcap, and a few more goodies. Katie is really touched by the gift. Kelly then ask how long they've been talking. Travis says it will be 3 months on the 27th. Katie says he hasn't met Alyssa, Nathan or Trace. Kelly invites him to join them on the family vacation to meet them. Travis is excited to get to meet everybody. Kelly says they're young, so this relationship better be in it for the long haul. Lawson says you always want the best for your siblings and so it is nice to see their relationship develop. Travis says they should get ice cream after lunch, and Katie is excited and says he knows her so well.

Downtown is Katie's favorite ice cream place. Carlin says pizza and ice cream is the key to Katie's heart. Travis gets vanilla, and she doesn't love that he only eats vanilla ice cream. After teasing him about getting vanilla, it is revealed that this ice cream shop calls their vanilla "sweet cream" and Katie got the same thing. When Travis goes to try it, Katie tries to push the cone into his face. Everyone laughs, and then it is time for the classic fundie date: mini golf! A very competitive game of mini gold begins, and Travis gets a hole in one. Callie says Katie isn't a big sports person. Katie gets nervous and starts missing. Travis steps in to help, but Katie ends up taking the L and moving on. The game for everyone starts devolving, but they keep playing and laughing. Kelly says it is important to enjoy this time of being friends at the start of a relationship- enjoy each other and hug. Hug? asks Gil. Wait on the hugging. The game ends up close, and Katie said it was an exciting day and her best birthday yet.

#BuB Season 9 #Bringing Up Bates #recap

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asoulofstars · 4 years ago

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So, in the Psych AU, Riona kills not only Warren Andrews (Soll’s killer), but she also kills a man named Rollins.

This plotline is not entirely my idea; I saw a headcanoned out Shawn/Juliet scenario (I tried to find the op to link here, but I can’t find it); I’ve tweaked it for my own purposes and with obvious differences as to who Riona and Juliet are.

BUT.

Rollins breaks out of prison and goes after Shawn for ruining his life and tortures Shawn.

They’re in San Francisco, and Chief Vick & Juliet get Lassiter to come up from Santa Barbara, mostly to act as Riona & Gus’ babysitter so that they don’t do anything reckless. He goes to meet Vick & Juliet at the location they sleuth out, and his plan is to take Riona & Gus and lock them in his car.

Riona knows this plan. Riona plans on how to not get locked in the car. She succeeds. This is a good thing, as when the actual police officers go in the front of the building, Rollins is using Shawn as a human shield, and none of them have a shot without hitting Shawn. Riona finds a back way in.

She didn’t plan on killing Rollins. She planned on shooting to disarm and restrain. But that bastard burned Shawn, and she knows all too well what that’s like. She takes the kill shot.

Yes, her nightmares get worse. Yes, she does kind of hate herself more. But you don’t mess with the people Riona loves.

#a little bit of stardust (headcanons)#otp: a mess you would wear with pride #v: psych you out in the end

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riddledeep · 5 years ago

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CROCKER FAMILY: IN SHORT

Brief bios about a family of cryptozoologists who are witches themselves.

DENZEL QUINCY CROCKER

Birthday: May 13th, 1961

Height: 6′4″ (Not slouching)

Age During Frozen Timestream: 41

Alignment: Chaotic Evil -> Chaotic Neutral

MBTI: INTP (Turbulent)

Love Language: Acts of service

Handedness: Right dominant

Hometown: Dimmsdale - A coastal city in California, USA

Favorite School Subject: Science Lab (Nothing like humiliating kids and laughing when they burn themselves with dangerous chemicals!)

Least Favorite Subject: Gym

Occupation: 4th-5th grade teacher at Dimmsdale Elementary

Had Fairy Godparents: June 3rd, 1971 - March 15th, 1972

Favorite Wish: Anything that helped others back in the day

Bio: Growing up, Denzel Crocker was a creative, intelligent kid with a big heart and a desire to change the world. Having a pair of godparents helped him do just that for nearly a year, until he was forcibly separated from them on March 15th... AKA the worst day of his life (and don’t you forget it).

Denzel never knew his father and was raised by a single mother, with occasional help from her brother Albert and their father. Mostly, though, Denzel was left in the “care” of his cruel babysitter, Vick. After Dimmsdale turned against him on March 15th, Denzel didn’t grow up with many friends. His mother signed him up for the Cream Puff girls, who shunned him a little less than the Squirrely Scouts, but he kept to himself and spent his free time hunting for evidence of FAIRIES!

Four years after Denzel lost his godparents, his mother’s boyfriend (Randy), moved into the Crocker home. Denzel’s half-sister was born shortly after that. Despite his disdain for Randy, Denzel fell instantly in love with Denise. Vick stopped babysitting and Denzel was in charge of himself for the first time. Most of those days were spent hunting FAIRIES in nearby locations of questionable safety with Denise either strapped to his back or waddling close behind.

Denzel was accepted into college early and attended Dimmsdale University; he dated Geraldine Waxelplax and graduated in 1983 with his teaching degree. He spent the next several years hanging around Muckledunk, Ohio (passing through Cincinnati on the way) where he researched Beasts for any connection between them and FAIRIES!

During this time he dated Miss Idaho, completely oblivious to the fact that she was a FAIRY in disguise (See also, Come What May).

Denzel spent a year teaching at New Baltimore Community College before he was replaced for using funds to build a trap for FAIRIES!

By the time he moved back to Dimmsdale, Denise had split and Denzel’s grandfather had moved into his room. Denzel settled in the spare room above the garage and has lived there ever since.

These days, Denzel is an awkward, twitchy, but technologically brilliant man who fails to impress in social situations. He has at least twenty restraining orders to his name and is widely viewed as a lunatic (though not dangerous). He’s a notable character in Come What May and the 130 Prompts. He makes a few appearances in Along the Cherry Lane and assorted one-shots.

Denzel’s witch heritage has been watered down through several generations, but he has retained his ability to hover when excited. Witches take on animal forms after death. In Prompt 92, “You’ll Never Know,” Foop revealed that Denzel became a fluffy white cat who has lived in Foop’s care ever since.

Denzel also appeared (as a cat) at Foop’s school dance in “Approval.”

DENISE QUINNA CROCKER

Birthday: September 11th, 1975

Height: 6′3″

Age During Frozen Timestream: 27

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

MBTI: ESTP

Love Language: Physical touch

Handedness: Left dominant

Favorite School Subject: Wildlife biology

Least Favorite Subject: Chemistry

Occupation: Painting; researching

Bio: Denise Crocker is self-employed, which is a fancy way of saying she and her son Kevin live in a woodland cabin and often use flashlights and two layers of sweaters to save on their bills... and they don’t have a car, so they walk to the grocery store every three weeks.

Denise is a painter, but her true passion is hunting for proof that VAMPIRES walk among humans in disguise. The money she does bring in is usually put towards travel... specifically, travel to bat caves. She works a few other jobs on the side, mostly from home, though she has a hard time sticking to anything for long.

Denise was born to an aging but loving mother and a father who left them when she was 8 years old (the same year Denzel moved out). Although 14 years apart, she and her half-brother Denzel have always gotten along and were close for many years. Once Denzel left, her relationship with their mother began to strain. Denise spent a few years as a Cream Puff Girl, but always felt like an outcast around the other kids.

When Denise was 15, she began dating a boy named Elliot. At age 16, the pair ran away from home, traveling the country on the train tracks and never looking back. At least, Denise did.

Within a year, Elliot decided to return to Dimmsdale, so he and Denise parted ways. A few weeks later, Denise realized she was pregnant. In a daze, she left the tracks behind and decided to make her life in the first place she stumbled into: Peachville, Idaho. She gave birth to a son named Kevin, though her family never knew until Denise called home to ask if Kevin could live with his grandmother for a summer.

After several years in Peachville, Denise crossed paths with Marvin Oakes: a man she secretly believes to be a VAMPIRE. After stalking befriending him and spending several years getting to know each other, Denise and Marvin fell in love and decided to marry, making Marvin’s daughter (Molly) Kevin’s stepsister. They were married shortly after Season 10.

Personality-wise, Denise is a passionate, flighty, woman with a love for art and architecture. She’s easily distracted and sometimes drops the ball on her parenting duties, but she truly does love her son and wants the best for him. She’s a minor character in Come What May and Along the Cherry Lane.

DOLORES-DAY QUINLEY CROCKER

Birthday: October 19th, 1922

Height: 5′1″

Age During Frozen Timestream: 80

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

MBTI: ENTJ (Turbulent)

Love Language: Quality time

Handedness: Right dominant

Former Occupation: Anything she could find

Bio: Dolores-Day Crocker has never been one to settle. Her interests change by the day and she has a wide variety of skills, but she isn’t very good at any of them. She’s never held a job long, flitting between whatever low-paying positions were available, and her interest in men has been much the same. She never married either father of her children and has been with far more partners than Denzel and Denise know about.

Even when she was steadily dating, she was always seeing one or two men on the side. Her children blame their fathers for walking out of them, completely unaware their mother’s cheating contributed to her relationship problems.

Dolores’s history of cheating can be traced back to the extreme disinterest her own parents showed in her growing up. Raised in a home that placed a lot of attention on self-gratification and very little on intimacy, is it really a surprise that she fell into the same pattern?

The one person Dolores felt close to in the family was her younger brother, Albert; the two grew up in the same house she still lives in now. When they were young, they used to wander town together- especially along the coast. Albert would rummage around for bottles in case one happened to contain a GENIE while Dolores searched the water for evidence of MERMAIDS.

Dolores is a cheerful but extremely restless woman who loves both her children, even if she is chronically disappointed in them both. She can be inattentive one minute, smothering and controlling the next. She longs to see Denzel happily married, even though she’s given up on him bearing children of his own.

Learning she has a grandson was a delight, and she dotes on Kevin as best as she knows how. After Denise’s marriage to Marvin Oakes brings Molly into the family, Dolores fully embraces her as a granddaughter too.

Mrs. Crocker is a minor character in Come What May and Along the Cherry Lane. She briefly appears in a few 130 Prompts.

Crocker Family Tree || Crocker House Layout || Kevin’s and Molly’s Bios

#Fairly Oddparents #RD Denzel #RD Denise #RD Dolores Day #RD short bios #RD canon characters #RD side characters #Cloudlands AU

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