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The Boundless Sphere of Fate - Lee Taemin - Chapter 2 - Stuck with you

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Chapter 2 - Stuck with you

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~present day~

“This should be the last one!” The driver of the truck she rented out exclaims as he places down a large cardboard box on the floor.

“Thank you so much!” Blair squirms with happiness.

She couldn’t believe she managed to find such a nice house in this market, for such a low price, too. Albeit small, only having 2 bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen and 1 bathroom, the house is very beautiful. She could already envision drinking her morning coffee at the kitchen table, then going to the living room and spending the whole Saturday on the couch in front of the TV, binge watching whatever show she is in the mood for that day.

This house is a 20-min walking distance from her work, in a nice neighbourhood and next to a large park, so she just couldn’t understand why it was so cheap. The deposit required for it was low, the price all together was too.

Blair spent the whole day unpacking the few items she stuck in the boxes, but eventually got too tired to focus. She notices the time.

23:34

Kinda late for an episode… She thinks, but TV shows are her only hobby, the only thing she is looking forward to after a long day, and tomorrow is a Sunday anyway. She can resume unpacking tomorrow.

Whatever, she shrugs, going to the kitchen and grabbing some soda and snacks she is going to munch on.

Blair makes her way to the cosy living room that is now pitch black, and as she turns on the TV and notices a silhouette on the sofa, she almost has a heart attack.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” She screams loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear, dropping the tube of Pringles crisps and the soda from her hands. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” She shouts, still loudly, noticing the young man on the sofa seeming as shocked as her.

“Wh- what?!” He exclaims, surprised. “No way!”

“W-who the fuck are you?! Get out before I call the police!!!” Blair shouts again, taking a few steps back, trying to create some space between her and the stranger – a man that looks around her age.

“I’d like to see you do that.” He laughs. “How can you see me?!” The man gets up from the couch.

“Wh- oh.” Blair sighs. She should’ve realised. After all, she’s been living among ghosts for so long that she couldn’t believe she still had difficulties noticing the difference sometimes.

The man is wearing casual clothes, a bit out of style for this decade. A beige knit V-neck vintage-style cardigan and a pair of grey trousers.

Probably from the 60’s. Blair examines him head-to-toe.

“That’s insane. No one’s been able to see me before. Can you also hear me?”

“Did you… did you live here?” Blair asks hesitantly, rubbing her forehead with her thumb and index finger. No way she was going to have a ghost roommate. “Actually, scratch that. Did you die here?”

“Woah, how did you know? Right on the kitchen floor!” The man smiles widely, impressed by the woman’s guess.

“I see. Fuck. Uhm. Great. Okay. What’s your name?” Blair asks, trying to think of what to do further. She just fucking bought the house and there’s a ghost living in it?

Maybe that’s why it was so cheap. A young man died here. Young people have more spiritual energy than older people. Maybe he could even interact with objects since he was also sitting on the sofa and-

“Taemin. Yours?” The man interrupts her train of thoughts.

“Blair…” she sighs again and leans down to pick the items she dropped. “You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were an intruder for a second.”

“Cute.” Taemin grins. “So, Blair, how come you can see me?”

“I don’t know. I just can…”

“Just me? Or all ghosts? Are there even other ghosts?” He questions and takes a few steps towards her.

“Of course there are. And yes, all ghosts.”

“That’s so cool.”

“No.” Blair shakes her head. “It’s not.” It only brought me pain and suffering. She wanted to say, but she didn’t.

It is true, though. Seeing ghosts has made her feel like an outcast ever since she was little. It was way harder to differentiate between alive and dead people back then, so she used to speak freely to anyone she would see.

A mistake.

A mistake that cost her a lot, including her mother’s love.

“You can see me, at least, so I’m happy about that. I haven’t spoken to anyone in decades.”

“Where were you the whole day, though? I haven’t seen you anywhere while I unpacked.”

“I was watching you. From a distance. I kind of left when I saw you take out those… items… from the black box and put them on the nightstand. Who puts those things so out in the open-”

“Okay, okay! Got it.” Blair gets red in the face. “I’m a single woman in her 20s with needs, no need to shame me!”

“How old are you exactly?”

“25.”

“Old! How come you didn’t get married?”

“Did you just call me old?” Blair scoffs. “And marriage?!Why would I get married to anyone when I’m so young?”

“Young?!” Taemin is the one who scoffs this time. “Back in my time, girls got married as soon as they became of age. They also didn’t use… atrocities like those things on your nightstand.”

“Those are called toys.” Blair interjects. “And they are better than any dick I’ve tried, so stuff that. Times have changed.”

“Any d- Oh, so you are one of those people.” Taemin rolls his eyes.

“Yes, I’m promiscuous. And proud. The horror!” Blair raises her hands in fake defeat and brushes over Taemin, plopping herself on the couch and turning on the TV. She opens the pringles can and starts lazily eating the crisps inside, browsing through Netflix in search of a new show.

“Won’t you get fat if you eat those so late? Women used to not eat anything after 6 PM-”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, will you?” Blair rolls her eyes. She was expecting Taemin to be annoyed with her, but instead, she is only met with laughter.

“I like you.” He grins. “You seem fun.”

“You don’t. You seem annoying and judgemental.”

“I’m really not. I just think you look temperamental and getting a reaction out of you is funny to me. I haven’t spoken to anyone in a long time, after all. Can you blame me?”

“Tsk.” Blair side-eyes the man. “Calling me old to get a reaction out of me? How old are you, anyway?”

“What year are we in? I think I lost count.”

“Don’t be silly. I was asking about your age when you died.”

“Oh, okay. I was 22.”

“Shit, so I really am older than you.”

“Debatable. I’ve been around for another 60 years or something after my death, so I could’ve been your grand-grandfather, young lady.”

“Ewwww, so creepy. Young lady?! Don’t call me that!” Blair shudders.

“Okay, old lady, then?”

Blair decides to ignore Taemin and presses ‘Play’ on a random show that looks promising enough.

“So, why did you move here, old lady?” He asks the girl.

However, she just ignores him.

“Hellloooo!” He gets in front of the TV and waves at her, blocking her view.

“I can’t see shit. Move! God!” She throws a pringle at him, annoyed.

“Ouch!” He mimics hurt and starts brushing his arm, as if he is tending to a wound.

“The pringle literally went through you.” Blair rolls her eyes and throws another one at Taemin, being slightly amused to see it go through him again.

“Mean.” He rolls his eyes. “Throw another one.”

“No way, I’m not gonna have any snacks left if I keep wasting them on you.”

“Come on, Blair. Another one. I’ll show you something cool.” He grins.

Blair rolls her eyes annoyed and throws another crisp in Taemin’s direction, but instead of it going through him, he catches it in his hand and crumbles it.

“What the fuck?” Blair stands up shocked and goes next to Taemin, trying to grab his hand. However, her hand now goes through him, as expected with a ghost. “No way.”

“Impressed?”

“So, you do have more spiritual energy and are able to interact with objects.”

“Spiritual energy?” He tilts his head. “I guess so. I just can, once in a while.”

“With people too?”

“No… I could never touch anyone. I can sometimes touch strands of hair.” He says and raises a hand in the air, trying to caress Blair’s hair, but his hand goes through. “Not now, apparently. It took a lot to crumble that pringle.”

“I see…”

“I’m a bit dejected, though. I won’t be able to mess with you and scare you into leaving the house.” He laughs.

“Did you do it to the previous tenants?” Blair laughs as well.

“Yeah, you should’ve seen them. They would scream ‘IT’S HAUNTED!’ then run away and never return.”

“That’s pretty mean.”

“It’s my house.” Taemin shrugs.

“Not anymore, it’s not. You’re looking at the new owner, old man.” Blair smirks.

“You bought it?! Not rented?”

“The previous owners must’ve had enough of people leaving in a rush. They sold it for super cheap, too.”

“You gotta thank me for that.” He winks. “It might actually be better that you’re stuck with me. I can finally talk to someone, and you seem fun enough.”

“Right, so why don’t you cross over?” Blair asks and immediately notices Taemin’s expression shift from the carefree happy smile to a serious, annoyed face.

“I can’t.”

“Of course you can. How did you die?”

“No. Don’t ask that.”

“Come one, Taemin… Maybe I can help so I can have the place for myself, as I intended when I bought it.”

“I said no.” He replies, annoyance lacing his tone. “You can’t help me anyway. The man who killed me… is probably dead by now, anyway.”

“Did someone kill you?!” Blair asks, shocked. “How?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Blair.”

“But-”

“Enough.” Taemin keeps his ground and walks over to the sofa, sitting down.

The girl simply nods and stops asking other questions. She knows better than anyone how annoying answering questions could be. It’s better to not say anything, sometimes.

~14 years in the past~

“We’ve been through this before, Blair. You need to be honest with the nice doctor.” Her mother spoke, touching the girl’s shoulder lovingly.

It was all a façade. Blair knew by now that if she would say something wrong, her mother would take it out on her again.

But she didn’t like to lie.

“I told you the truth.” Blair confessed. “The woman is right outside but she can’t come in-”

“Blair!” Her mom shouted, startling the girl and the doctor.

“Let’s calm down a bit, shall we?” The doctor smiled in a fake manner and touched Blair’s hand. “I suspect this is a need for attention, as kids her age tend to see something or hear something, then twist the truth so their parents notice them. Could you tell me more about her relationship with her father?” The doctor continued asking Blair’s mother, as if she wasn’t even in the room.

Blair hated this.

She was here.

And she was telling the truth.

“I told you! I’m not a liar!” The girl started crying, but her tears stopped flowing as soon as her eyes landed on her mother’s.

Disappointment.

Loathing.

“Her father is not in the picture.” Her mom replied matter of factly.

“This might be the problem, then!” The psychiatrist concluded. “I can refer you to a great therapist. There’s an amazing program for children with her… issues, and the sooner she starts, the better.”

“I don’t need any therapy. I’m not lying!”

“Of course not, dear.” The doctor showed her a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “You are just confused. When starting puberty, it’s normal to feel this way, but we have to work towards improving ourselves, yes?”

~present day~

“So, what are we watching?” Taemin interrupts her train of thoughts with the sudden question.

“I don’t know… you’ve stood in front of the TV for the past 10 minutes, so I’ve missed everything!”

“Play it from the beginning, then.” Taemin shrugs.

“I have a better idea. You can go fuck off to another room, and I’ll just watch it in peace.”

“Rude.” The man rolls his eyes. “Where am I even supposed to go? My bedroom is tainted with those… monstrosities on your nightstand. Who even puts them out in the open like that?!”

“Whoever wants to use them as soon as they get in bed, duh.” Blair shoots him a glare. “And I think you meant to say my bedroom, cause it sure as hell ain’t yours anymore.”

“It’s always been mine.”

“Not anymore.”

“Blair.”

“Taemin.”

“Blair, it’s my bedroom, come on. You won’t force me to sleep somewhere else.”

“Sleep- you don’t even sleep!”

“Not the point!”

“Whatever, there’s another room, so just go there!”

“Yeah, another empty room. The previous owners got rid of all my stuff there.”

“What did you use it for?”

“Praying.”

“You’re joking.”

“Yes, I am.” Taemin laughs, earning a scoff from the girl. “It used to be a dance studio, it had big mirrors on the left wall and the light in the morning was just perfect.” He smiles fondly.

“Were you a dancer?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t get to make it that big before I died.”

“Ouch. Were you any good?” Blair chuckles.

“I was, but I haven’t danced in decades, so I doubt I still have it.”

“Show me.” Blair pauses the TV show and watches the man with curiosity.

“No way!” He laughs.

“Come on! I’m sure you still have it! Let’s see!”

“Will you dance too?” He asks, taking Blair by surprise.

“I mean, I’m no dancer, but…”

“Come on, play something.”

Blair opens YouTube, typing in a popular Elvis Presley song: ‘You’re the Devil in Disguise.’

“Woah.” Taemin chuckles as soon as he hears the first instrumental notes. “I didn’t know you’re into classics!”

“Just figured you’d know this one, great-grandpa.” Blair sticks her tongue out playfully and watches as Taemin closes his eyes, feeling the music.

He starts moving to the rhythm and comes closer to Blair, handing her a hand. Even if she can’t actually grab it, she plays along and mimics standing up with his help, and they start dancing together to the rock and roll.

Blair couldn’t remember the last time she’s had so much fun, and to any outsider she probably looks like an idiot dancing alone in the living room, but Taemin is here, and his moves and facial expressions make the dance so funny, she almost forgot she has no sense of rhythm and no idea how to move her body properly.

Taemin doesn’t care either, and he doesn’t tease her for her two left feet, despite sharing a few laughs when she trips and almost falls.

When the first song is over, YouTube automatically plays the next one in tow, something called “MOVE” from a Korean singer she’s been listening to.

It is different to anything Taemin heard before, but still, he tries to get to the gist of it, and by the second time the chorus comes around, he does such a jaw dropping hip movement, Blair realises he was a really talented dancer.

She also feels bad that he is a ghost, because damn, she’s been staring at him the whole time, mesmerised. He has such a satisfying way of moving his limbs, an interesting mobility, and an amazing control of each joint in his body.

“What the fuck.” Blair mumbles under her breath.

“You know, Blair? If I could make music, this is the type of songs I’d make!”

He continues dancing without minding the girl, enjoying every second of the unusual contemporary song.

“You shit eater!” Blair exclaims when the song is over, making Taemin shocked.

“What did I do?!” He exclaims.

“You still have it! The fuck?! This was like… the best dance I’ve ever seen!”

“Really?!” He rubs his nape and lets his head down, blushing.

“Yes! Get the fuck out of here!” Blair scoffs. “Now I feel bad for dancing with you during the first song!”

“Nooo, don’t! I enjoyed it a lot! It’s the most fun I’ve had in so many years!”

“I thought you also had fun torturing innocent people who didn’t know ghosts exist.” She chuckles, as YouTube starts playing a popular song from Lord Huron.

“This sounds so beautiful, should we dance together?” Taemin offers his hand again, making Blair chuckle.

Still, she indulges him once again and places her hand in the air, hovering above his, creating the illusion that they are holding hands.

It’s crazy. Blair had flings over the years, she’d have casual sex now and then, but the people she’d see weren’t necessarily interesting to her.

This is the first time in her life she wishes she could actually… touch someone else.

“It’s a beautiful song, but it’s pretty sad for a first dance.” Blair remarks. “It’s called The Night we Met and it’s about this person who used to be so in love with someone, and now can’t move on, so he wishes he could go back to that night so he can never meet them again. He just wants to go back to that time so he can never love them.”

“Hmm.” Taemin contemplates as they move slowly to the music, together. “It’s sad, but… I like the title. It fits.”

“Does it? How so?”

“Yeah. It fits us. This is the night we met, isn’t it? I’m sure we’ll both remember it.” He moves closer, their faces now mere inches apart.

Blair wishes she could feel his breath on her lips.

She wishes she could close the distance and kiss him.

But she knows she can’t. She would just go through, and it would be sad and embarrassing. So, she holds her breath and tries to control her heart that is now beating out of control, and she tries not to think of all the times her previous lovers didn’t make her feel anything, and how much Taemin’s been making her feel in the past 15 minutes.

She closes her eyes and breathes in slowly, trying to get back some ground and control herself.

Just infatuation. That’s all.

Towards a ghost.

Stupid. Blair thinks, before she hears Taemin speak.

“I wish I were alive so I could kiss you right now.”

He speaks quietly, barely audible. It was like he was letting out his inner thoughts that were not actually meant to be heard.

Still, Blair heard, and her eyes shot open, and she saw how beautiful Taemin was with his eyes closed as well, and she just realised by the way he slowly opened his eyes and how his mouth moved in a small grin that he was full of shit.

“You’re such a playboy.” She scoffs, seeing just how his grin grows larger.

“Did I make your heart skip?” He laughs, making fun of the girl.

“You wish, ghost-boy.” She rolls her eyes and turns off the TV.

“Aww, are we not playing anymore?” He pouts.

“I’m tired and unlike you I really need my beauty sleep, so, kindly, stay here and be quiet and don’t come into my bedroom!”

She makes her way towards the room in question and closes the door behind her, and she is glad to see that Taemin hasn’t followed through.

Placing her hand on her fast-beating heart, she curses Taemin in her head for playing with her like that.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. She curses herself over and over again, then plops down on the bed and closes her eyes, trying to forget Taemin’s beautiful skin, how cute he looked with his eyes closed and how deliciously he could move his hips.

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commiescum69 · 4 years ago

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Since schools are reopening here in the UK, I'm going back to college tomorrow. I can't say I'm looking forward to it seeing as I've left mountains of homework for tonight but also, the prospect of returning to this place that I loath to listen to teachers I can't stand teach me things that are ultimately useless doesn't exactly fill me with positivity. At least I'll be back to robbing Asda every day. 🤷🏾‍♀️

#communism #leftist #lockdown #college #school #asda is really easy to rob #just saying #got a whole tube of pringles the other day #very epic

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quillsareswords · 4 years ago

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And Arnold Makes Four

The next part of Blurb #18, because it got surprisingly great feedback! Thank you all so much! You don't necessarily need to read 18, but I'd recommend it, just to get your bearings.

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Jon did not keep his promise. When two hours had passed and you were still snoring next to Damian as he reclined on both of you, he considered waking you because goddamn it he wanted a slushee, but decided against it.

Too many night had you both sat up until the sun shone. The least he could do was let you rest.

Besides—he was pretty sure one of you would try to punch him if he tried.

So, he laid contently against your legs, wasting most of the day between his Switch and your television.

Damian is the first one awake. He blinks hard twice, because the sun is shining directly through the window and straight into his eyes (likely what woke him up, he decides). You're the first thing he sees. You probably got a little too warm snuggled so close to him, so you've pulled back so he can see your whole face. Subconsciously, he tracks your breathing for a moment.

Then he's looking past you, for his other partner. One of you are usually in the middle, because Jon gets too hot laying between you. Jon's not there. Damian reminds himself that he's in your house and that there's realistically no reason to worry, before the niggling of panic worms it's way into his mind.

The weight against his shins shifts. He sits part way up, careful not to jostle you too much in the process.

Jon turns away from your TV and smiles brightly. "I wondered when you'd wake up," he says, quietly.

Your eyebrows furrow as you groan.

Damian rolls his upper half so he can properly himself up with his elbows. "Why didn't you wake us? It's been well over two hours," Damian asks, inclining his head towards the window, where it's obviously nearly sunset.

Jon shrugs, shifts his weight so Damian can roll completely over. "You seemed like you needed it, so . . ."

Damian nods slowly. He feels a little bad, wondering why his internal alarm clock didn't have him up within an hour. Probably you.

You mumble something about the light before your eyes crack open with a glare. You'd been half awake, listening to the conversation. "What time is it?"

"Sunset," Damian sighs, crawling over you to get off the bed. "Sunshine here didn't wake us up."

Jon's cheeks bloom pink at the endearment, but he pretends they don't. "You looked like you needed sleep," he defends, flopping back down in his boyfriend's place.

You realize he's already gotten dressed, while you're still in sleep shorts and a ratty tank top. You also realize that Damian is fishing clothes out of his duffel, which was slung down beside Jon's bulging backpack yesterday afternoon.

You don't know why they insist on bringing so much every time they come to stay, considering the bottom two drawers of your dresser are respectively theirs. You consider this silently as you roll out of bed to pull on jeans and your Converse.

By the time you grab your longboard and bid your parents goodbye, the sky is orange and pink and white and it's brilliant.

Jon's camera is in your backpack, your speaker on a strap slung across his body while you search for their designated playlist.

Damian's pennyboard hits the ground first, then your longboard, then Jon's skateboard. Down your suburban driveway you cruise, then down the cul-de-sac and onto the sidewalk running alongside the slow traffic of the road.

The Travel Center sign glows orange and red as you roll forward, Vance Joy booming from Jon's hip. The sky only gets prettier, so Jon asks for his camera once you stop.

When you reach the parking lot, you slide your heel along the cement to lose your momentum, simultaneously slinging your backpack down to the crook of one arm to get the camera.

You hand it to him when he stops beside you, then you pop the nose of your board and pause your music.

"What are you getting?" Jon asks, as you pass him, one arm outstretched to hold the glass door open for you, while Damian swings the other side of the door open for himself.

"Coca Cola, obviously," you hum, tucking your board under one arm and reshouldering the straps of your bag. "I'll cover snacks and whatnot if one of you will pay for the bracelets at the fair."

The county fair is finally back for the beginning of summer in your home town, so the three of you have decided to go, since the fairgrounds are so close to the pier anyway.

Damian nods. "I'll pay for them." He takes a small cup size from the stack as the three of you round the corner of the back isle.

"I'll pay for the slushees," Jon decides, taking a large.

"Good for you," you smile, filling your medium with the light brown, thinly ground ice from the rolling machine.

Jon flicks your nose as he pumps his large full if blue-burrrry first, then cherry.

Damian snaps a boring old flat lid on the top of his cup before he saunters off in search of a snack to take for the road.

You're the next one done, but because you have a soul, you take a dome lid and fill your cup past the brim.

You roam the isles for a few minutes, despite already knowing where everything, just like every weekend. You pick up a bag of cheddar Combos, a miniature tube of original Pringles, and a Hershey bar.

You meet your boys by the checkout, where the same tired-looking woman smiles at you fondly. Just like every weekend.

Damian sets down a bag of M&Ms, while Jon is still juggling four bags of candy, a skateboard, and a multicolored slushee which is oozing out from the top of the dome lid, because—like every weekend—he's overfilled it.

While you fish out some bills from the wallet in your backpack, Damian finally steps in and takes the slushee from him so he can slap down his pack of Rainbow Belts, a bag of Skittles, a Hershey Cookies and Cream bar, a bag of Trolli gummy worms, a bag of miniature Twix bars, and a blue Gatorade onto the counter.

You laugh, because it's a little bit like a clown car, the way he piles it all on the counter. Damian sighs, staring at Jon with a healthy mix of impression, surprise, and adoration.

Sheepishly, Jon takes his slushee back from his boyfriend and mumbles, "The slushees are separate."

The middle-aged woman withholds a laugh at the whole thing, even though this is a very regular occurrence, while she slides all the items across the scanner.

A few minutes later, the three of you pause in the parking lot to cram everything into your backpack. While Damian is helping you, Jon stands at the very edge of the sidewalk, snapping pictures of the gorgeous sunset and the colors it paints the sky.

Soon enough, you're on your way again. The pier isn't too far from your house—maybe three miles, not counting the backtracking you have to do from the Travel Center. Its also not used often unless there's some big event, like a holiday or something at the fairgrounds, which are a quick jaunt up a dirt path through a patch of woods.

It's been a favorite spot of yours, ever since you were old enough for your parents to let you loose. You brought the boys out last summer, only about a month after forming the three way relationship you're so comfortable in. Since then, it's been a frequent for you three, when the weather's nice.

It isn't an ocean pier, by the way. It's on a lake, which is partly owned by the park on the other side, and partly owned by the same family who's owned the fairgrounds for as long as you can remember. They have a miniature boat race every Spring, and a lantern release every New Year.

You make it to the fairgrounds just about as soon as the sun sinks below the treeline, courtesy of the (mostly) paved road that stretches through the massive unused field and dense woods that divides it from the main road. Mostly, because it was paved so long ago that it was well forgotten in the most recent repaving your small town underwent a year or two ago.

You pop the nose of your board up, shoving the rest of your chocolate bar into your mouth as you step on to the whiterock path leading to the ticket booth, and the rest of the pop-up carnival beyond it.

"Three bracelets, please," Damian requests, holding out a twenty and a ten. Ten bucks for an all-access bracelet that are only valid for twenty-four hours might seem crazy, but it's logistically cheaper and easier than buying X-amount of tickets, and then having to come back for more later.

You hastily strap the paper onto one another's wrists before you scamper off, your eyes set on the Twister, dragging your boys behind you.

You spend most of the night squished between two people in a two-person seat; or throwing things at other things to win more things; or sprawled out in the grass behind or between some booths, chowing down on pre-bought snacks. Jon went off and got an Elephant Ear at some point, so you spent more time sitting in the grass, eating and chatting idly, humorously judging people with Damian while Jon glared on disapprovingly. Still, even he couldn't find anything good to say about the full neon rainbow leopard jumpsuit that fit about six sizes too small in the worst way, other than at least he's creative.

At one point or another, you come across a giant stuffed sloth that's about a foot short of being as tall as you, and you decide on the spot that it is absolutely going home with you. Damian and Jon see the number of points it costs and sigh in unison. You spend about one hundred and sixteen minutes throwing baseballs at far-too-heavy milk bottles, but hey, who's counting?

You do, eventually, win the sloth, with the combined efforts of three super-sidekicks—Jon's super strength, Damian's freakish aim, and your intuitive throwing finally converge on one task, surprisingly.

Hauling your new friend—Arnold, you've dubbed him—on your back, you decide to show your gratitude by putting your knife throwing skills (you're very good at instinctive throwing, because of your flawless intuition) to good use at the dart-and-ballon game.

You leave Arnold in Jon's care (Damian ever so gently told you that he'd leave Arnold to sit in the dirt beside them, not hold him, which offended you deeply), and and your longboard with Damian, before you march over, wad of dollar bills in hand.

You return twenty minutes later, two plush animals in each hand. You proudly bestow a ambiguous black bird to Damian, and a fire engine red marshmallow-esque creature to Jon. You take Arnold in your arms and resituate him to ride piggy back, long boneless arms draped over your shoulders.

Jon giddily grins at his new blob friend, and thanks you, muttering, a little shyly, that you really didn't have to. Damian stares down at the stuffed bird in silence, a smidge of contempt flickering in his eyes. It crosses your mind that he might have preferred something else, but all doubt is erased with his grip on it becomes a little more firm, a bit more protective, and you catch his gaze going soft on it. He offers you a little smile, because he's bad at genuinely accepting and showing appreciation for these kinds of gifts.

And because you know this, you return the gesture to prove that you understand.

Your trio heads for the dirt path through the decently small patch of woods, where a dirt path peeks out like a old man with gentle eyes and a warm smile.

Jon stops right as you reach the mouth of the path. He hands Damian his skateboard. "You go ahead, I'll meet you there in a few minutes."

"Where are you going?" Damian asks.

Jon starts walking backwards. "I'm gonna get something. I'll be quick, I promise! Go ahead!"

Damian exchanges a look with you. You shrug, reaching toward his hand and wiggling your fingers.

He locks his fingers with yours, sparing Jon one more look over his shoulder before the two of you set off.

"What do you think he's up to?" you wonder, peering over your shoulder just before the carnival is out of sight. You don't see him, but you imagine him bobbing a weaving through the crowds of half drunk, drunk high, and half asleep people ambling around in the last hours of the festivities for the day.

Damian glances back one more time. "Don't know," he answers. "Can't be anything good, if he wouldn't tell us."

You nod. "Can't be awful, if he wouldn't warn us," you add with a smile.

He laughs. "Can't be amazing if he wouldn't gloat about how amazing his idea is."

You laugh loudly. "You got me there."

You pass the marker for the middle of the path soon after. It's just an old wooden post, marked properly with fading orange tape. Not long after that, you leave the treeline behind.

The pier is old, and a little creaky. The wood is dark with age, warm with sun, and worn with the repeated paths of the residents of your hometown. The group of people is surprisingly small, despite the carnival's large attendance.

Your eyes roam the few couples scattered around the clearing by the water, and the group of friends laughing loudly from borrowed fishing boats further out in the water. Warm summer night air sticks to your skin and fills your lungs the way only it can.

The pair of you find a good spot at the very end of the pier, where the boards are still stable, but boast a concerning number if cracks and splinters. You prop Arnold up behind you, safely away from the water, but he slouches inanimately while he holds Damian's crow and your backpack in his lap.

"We should do this more," you hum, leaning back on your elbows to get a proper look at the mostly clear sky. It's nearly a full moon, and lack of light pollution leaves the stars on display, while the open moonlight reflects beautifully off the tops and sides of passing clouds.

Damian hums in agreement. "That would be nice." His neck cranes to get a good look for himself. "Any constellations?"

"Orion is there," you point to the belt specifically. "And the Dippers are right there."

A beat of silence as you admire the heavens.

"How long do you think until Jon calls us because he's gotten into trouble?"

You laugh. "Fifteen minutes," you bet.

Damian nods. "Sounds right. He's probably getting some kind of food."

"I hope it's something without grease," you groan. "Otherwise I might be sick."

Damian chuckles. "Don't get your hopes up."

As if it was a stage cue, you hear footsteps thumping up the rickity wood planks toward you.

You both turn at the sound of your names. "Look what I got!" Jon howls excitedly.

He's got a giant bag of popcorn and another of cotton candy under one arm, and brandishing a clear plastic bag with the other.

"That better not be a fish," you warn, but the spark in your eyes betrays the implied threat. You sit back up to get a better look.

"It'll be dead in a week," Damian warns, "so don't get too attached."

Jon fakes a pout, stopping beside Arnold. "His name is Jerry and you're being very rude." He drops the bags of snacks among your prize-filled bag and stuffed animals, then drops himself on the other side of you.

"Let me see him," you swipe the bag without permission. You hold it level with your eyes. It stares back boredly. "What are you gonna do with him? Do you have a bowl?"

He smiles sheepishly at you. "I thought your mom might have a vase or something."

You roll your eyes good-naturedly and hold the bag out to Damian to inspect. "I'm sure she does," you assure anyway. "If not, you can borrow a water glass or something."

Damian's eyes light up suddenly, as he eyes the yellow fish. "Your mother has a huge wineglass, doesn't she?"

You grin. "Yes. Yes she does, and you're a genius."

Damian smiles suavely, reaching across you to hand the bag back to Jon. "This isn't new information."

You snort and roll you eyes again, reaching for the cotton candy. "And so modest, too."

Jon tucks one leg under the opposite knee, setting the bag of water in the crook of his knee. "And ugly as a moose."

Damian indignantly rips the bag of cottony sugar from your grasp, leaving you with an offended glare, an agape mouth, and a thick tuft of pink fluff in your hand. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

You giggle over to Jon. "I think he hates us," you loudly whisper.

Jon nods thoughtfully, peering past you as he whispers back, "He's planning to poison us with dinner."

Damian sighs, loudly. "Firstly, poison wouldn't effect you, Jon. Secondly, if I hated either of you, I wouldn't be here."

Jon laughs. "He's got us, Lovely."

You lean on Damian's shoulder. "In more ways than you one."

Your plan works perfectly. Red flushes down his neck, eyes still locked on the horizon.

Jon picks up on it immediately, and hooks an arm around Damian's waist. "Wouldn't you agree, Love?"

He grumbles between the two of you, annoyed and embarrassed and so overwhelmingly in love.

As predicted, he makes a quick effort to switch topics. "How long are we staying?"

You and Jon respect his discomfort with focused public affection and pull away. "Long as we want," you answer, shoving a smaller tuft of pink into your mouth. "Mom just said to be home before two."

Jon nods. "I wanna watch a Disney movie when we get home." You agree.

"Speaking of getting home," Damian peers over his shoulder at the small mountain of prizes, food, and skateboards behind you, "how exactly do you plan on getting Arnold home?"

You eye the four-foot-six sloth and your longboard. Then you turn back to your boys, moonlight casting a gleam in your eyes. "I have absolutely no idea."

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Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor, 10 (Branjie) (and background everyone) - Ortega

a/n: omg HIIIIII hihihihihi i’m SO SORRY for the update gap fam, i started back at work and have been crAzy busy ever since! however i tried to make this chapter one that was worth the wait…….insert one thousand eye emojis if ya know what i mean. hope u enjoy!

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.

***

20th November 2020

Vanessa is giggling as Akeria sits with an enormous plastic bag of snacks in front of her on the hard plastic train table. She’s looking at them with the long-suffering eyes of a wearied mother, casting her hands over them as if she doesn’t quite know where to start. She finally picks up a bag of chocolate buttons, stands up in her seat and yells out into the train carriage.

“Okay, whose are the buttons?”

“Oh! Those are ours. Thanks, Kiki,” Jan stands up from the two-seater she’s got beside Jackie and behind Vanessa and Brooke, leaning forward over them to grab the snacks.

“Strawberry laces?”

“Mine!” Crystal cries happily, leaning over Gigi from the table seat they’re sharing with Jaida and Yvie opposite them. She snatches the sweets out of Akeria’s hand and follows it up with a thank you.

“Barbecue Pringles- wait, that’s Yvie’s,” Akeria immediately cuts herself off, leaning over the aisle of the carriage and handing Yvie the tube.

“I’m nothing if not predictable,” she shrugs, ripping off the plastic covering and the paper on top to grab a crisp and then offer one to her dance partner.

“Tangfastics?” Akeria yells out. There’s a pause where nobody claims them. Akeria gives a long-suffering roll of her eyes and yells a little louder. “Tangfastics?!”

Vanessa watches Monique give a jolt in the two-seater she’s sharing with Monet. “Shit, sorry Keeks, that’s ours!”

(Vanessa suspects that Monique’s delay in hearing her snack might be because of the way Monet’s got her hand resting on her thigh and had been whispering something to her moments before, but she’ll park that for now, use it to make fun of her at a later date.)

“God damn, stop gazin’ in Monet’s eyes for two whole seconds,” Akeria teases her, to a hoot of laughter from the other girls and a glare from Monique herself.

“Can’t help it that they’re so dark and intoxicating,” Monet pipes up with a dramatic gesture. Asia yells at her to shut up from over her headrest. A little further down the carriage, Vanessa can see a businessman shaking his head in despair.

“Gigi, that’s your fruit platter,” Akeria hands the tub across the aisle, already able to tell the model’s choice of snack. Vanessa silently takes the bags of Starbursts and chilli heatwave Doritos that she’d asked Akeria to pick up for her and Brooke respectively. “Whose are the Haribos?”

There’s another silence. Vanessa has to hold in her laughter at Akeria’s growing frustration. “Girls, I swear to Jesus, y’all cannot send me to the shop to grab all your motherfuckin’ snacks and then not claim ‘em! Who ordered the goddamn Haribos?!”

Asia blinks suddenly, looks up from her phone and tugs Akeria’s sleeve. “Bitch! Those are ours, we got them! Sit your dumb ass down!”

The girls all roar with laughter as Akeria sheepishly sinks back into her seat. Vanessa can’t help but give a little bounce in her seat from excitement because they’ve made it; she’s off to Blackpool with a girl that likes her back, her two best friends, and the rest of the dorks they’re sharing the competition with. They’ve got a Cha Cha Cha this week which they’ve practised, polished and perfected, and Vanessa can feel a little bite of excitement to the cold air which makes her think maybe…maybe this week it’s their time to get a few more tens and perhaps be top of the leaderboard this week. She’s confident, and she knows Brooke is too. They chatted through their thoughts about the week ahead when Vanessa walked Brooke to the tube station the night before, and her heart still gives a little excitable thud when Vanessa remembers the way they’d stolen a kiss in the dark just beside the entrance.

Whatever it is they are feels like one of the fairytales Vanessa used to watch when she was little on VHS tape, the ones she used to rewind the moment they were done to go all the way back to the start. She and Brooke are still focused on the competition obviously, so for now they’re still content with stealing kisses behind the scenes of It Takes Two, going for dates that aren’t really dates and are more mid-rehearsal lunches, long and lingering goodbye cuddles where Vanessa rests her head against Brooke’s chest and wishes she was going home with her instead of to her own empty flat. It’s nameless and exciting and a bit of a foray into the unknown, only Vanessa knows it’s not really so much of an unknown because she trusts Brooke, she knows she likes her back and how much she’s devoted to her. It’s the way Brooke nuzzles against Vanessa’s hair and mutters a compliment about how talented she is, or the way she’ll stop mid-kiss to just murmur about how beautiful Vanessa is against her lips, or the way she links their pinkies together midway through a rehearsal break and shyly comment on how lucky she is. It all makes Vanessa’s heart feel huge and light and fast in her chest, a helium balloon filled with butterflies.

“Guys! Train selfie!” Crystal cries suddenly, jolting Vanessa out of her daydream. Vanessa leans onto the middle of the table to squeeze herself into shot and yelps when Brooke tugs her back.

“You just totally Mike Wazowski’d me!”

“Oh like anyone could miss you in any photo, fuckin’ lil miss beanstalk bitch!” Vanessa teases her, the girls all laughing in response.

“So funny that half your fans think you’re datin’. You two fight like cat an’ dog on the daily,” Asia rolls her eyes and snorts. Vanessa feels her body spark with electricity as Brooke takes her hand under the table and squeezes it a couple of times in secret.

She feels guilty as she looks to Akeria who’s raising her eyebrows at her, still very aware of her crush. It’s not that Vanessa has kept things secret from her and Monique intentionally. It’s just that she and Brooke have been so wrapped up in each other and their rehearsals, not to mention the fact that they haven’t had a girls’ night in forever. Vanessa resolves to tell them this weekend, having to bite back a smile as she thinks about their potential reactions.

“Guys, get in the fucking selfie already! My arm is hurting!”

Vanessa leans back into Brooke’s chest and feels something in her ribcage blossom as Brooke puts her arms around her in a hug for the photo.

The train starts moving and all the girls give an excited squeal of delight which makes two old ladies a few seats down look at them all suspiciously. There’s a flash of recognition in their eyes after a second and their attitude changes, judgemental eyes becoming kind. Vanessa wonders if it will ever fully sink in that she’s ‘famous’, a public figure. Right now it just feels as if she’s going on some big mad girls’ weekend away with her second family and a girl she really fucking likes.

The evening is mostly taken up by the train ride, all the girls having rehearsed during the day and trundled their suitcases to the train when they were done. Yvie vlogs, Crystal and Gigi chatter excitedly, and Akeria and Asia bicker about who’s eaten the most buttons. Vanessa and Brooke for their part hold hands underneath the table, share little smiles that speak both volumes and a thousand words, and flirt just enough to make Vanessa’s heart beat out her chest but not enough to arouse suspicion. All the while they speed past towns that she’s never heard of and will never visit, blurs of green and grey shrouded in the dark of the Autumn night sky.

The train doesn’t go all the way to Blackpool so they have to change at Preston, which Vanessa knows nothing about other than the fact it’s got a train station. The girls find the platform for their connecting train and mill about, stopping once to take photos with an adorable little Strictly fan who can’t be more than eight years old. Vanessa chats away with her way more than the other girls do because the little girl’s dark hair, nut brown skin and huge brown eyes make her miss her own little cousins back in Puerto Rico. She asks her about school, and if she dances, and what she wants to be when she grows up.

When the girl replies, “a dancer like you”, Vanessa almost tears up.

She tells her not to give up on her dreams- because it’s what eight year old her would’ve needed to hear- and then waves her and her Mum goodbye. By the time she’s finished chatting and she turns back around, Brooke is waiting for her with a little smile on her face.

“What? What’s that look for?” Vanessa laughs a little. She wants nothing more than to wrap her arms around Brooke’s waist in a hug but the platform is busy and the other girls could see them.

“Nothing. Just you’re really cute with kids.”

Vanessa smiles bashfully, looks to the ground. When she looks up again Brooke has come a little closer to her. Vanessa pouts as she very gently threads the tips of their fingers together, the closest they can come to holding hands in public.

“I wanna kiss you so bad right now.”

“Let’s do it,” Brooke giggles quietly, a little sparkle in her eyes. “Let’s just start making out and watch how the girls react. Yvie would put it in one of her fucking vlogs.”

“Storytime- my Strictly co-stars just kissed?” Vanessa jokes, and Brooke wheezes a laugh which in turn makes the other girls turn round. Vanessa immediately drops their hands as Asia eyes them both with suspicion.

Brooke looks back at her and Vanessa can feel her pulse speed up at the adoration that’s in her eyes. “You look so good today, let me take a candid that’s not really a candid.”

“A plandid,” Vanessa shrugs back, then screws up her face. “I look like shit though. I sweated all my makeup off in rehearsal, my skin’s all dry from that train heater an’ I’m wearing sweatpants I’ve owned for six years.”

“Still cute though,” Brooke winks, and Vanessa tries to suppress a smile as she relents, shakes her hair out and looks down the platform. She’s surprised to find the train making its way up the tracks and after a second she leaps back, grabbing her suitcase and Brooke’s arm and yelling to the other girls.

It’s only when they’re on the train again when she gets an Instagram tag and realises that Brooke managed to take the photo, and she has to admit she doesn’t look too bad. She’s confused, though, when she sees what Brooke has captioned it.

bhytes: sls 🧡

Vanessa looks quickly at Brooke before tapping out a message to her.

V: what’s sls mean??? x

She watches Brooke’s reaction in real time as she receives the message. Her eyes widen a little and a pink blush appears on her cheeks, almost as if she’s been caught at something. Vanessa watches her fingers hover over the screen, typing against the air as she tries to figure out how to reply. Eventually, Vanessa’s phone buzzes again.

B: Oh I meant to type sis!!!! Silly typo x

Vanessa narrows her eyes- she’s not buying that for a second. Sure enough as she goes back to Brooke’s Instagram page there’s a small “Edited” beside her caption, and it now reads what Brooke had just told her she’d allegedly meant to type. Feeling a little guilty for snooping, Vanessa scrolls through the comments- there’s one from Yvie already, and another from Jackie, and some from Brooke’s friends and colleagues of course, but eventually she reaches the fans.

branjie2020: SHE EDITED IT IM-

strictlybranjie: Brooke we see u girl

brookelynnbites: not little mix secret love song…………

Intrigued, Vanessa looks up the lyrics and instantly she knows why Brooke had been shy with her. Now blushing herself, Vanessa puts her phone face down on the table and loses herself in thought. She thinks about the lyrics. Why can’t I say that I’m in love…it’s just a song, Brooke probably just meant the sentiment generally, but still. Vanessa can’t help but wonder if maybe they could make something of whatever it is that they are, a fling between two members of a TV show. Maybe they’ll be together when this is all over, and maybe…well. Vanessa hasn’t told anyone that she loves them like that since Kameron, and it would be a big deal if she said it to somebody else again. She’s not falling for Brooke yet; that would be ridiculous, especially given that they’ve not even so much as seen each other naked, but all Vanessa knows is that she really likes her, cares for her so much that it almost scares her, and whenever she’s around Vanessa feels as if she’s levitating.

Vanessa puts her jacket over her lap and wordlessly takes Brooke’s hand underneath it. She doesn’t miss the smile on Brooke’s face when she squeezes it reassuringly.

They all eventually reach Blackpool, the windy seaside weather and the sound of the seagulls greeting them as soon as they’re out of the train station. Their hotel isn’t far from the Tower Ballroom and Vanessa’s glad that they’re not staying at some run down B&B although the BBC, always eager to cut costs wherever they can, has booked them all in with each other in twin rooms. Vanessa isn’t mad about that. Admittedly after that moment they had in Brooke’s dressing room last Saturday she’s been thinking ever since about how she could engineer some form of sequel. She’s narrowed it down to finding an excuse to crawl into Brooke’s bed at night, bullshitting something about it being too cold in her own and how it would be so much warmer if they just slept together. That’s if she needs to be subtle, of course. Knowing how Brooke had practically slammed her against her dressing room door last week there’s probably not going to be much need for subtleties.

“I hope you don’t snore,” Brooke laughs, rolling her suitcase out of the lift and onto the carpet of the hotel corridors. Vanessa lets out an incredulous snort.

“Bitch! Do I seem like the kinda girl who snores? I’m insulted.”

“No, that’s true. I need to worry about you talking in your sleep instead. The loudest girl in the fucking cast,” Brooke laughs, Vanessa kicking a leg forward to knock Brooke’s suitcase off-balance as revenge. Even though it wobbles on its wheels, Brooke is undeterred. “I’m going to be trying to get to sleep and just as I think I’m drifting off all I’ll here is…AN’ FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT!”

“Shut up,” Vanessa giggles, giving Brooke a push as they both arrive in front of the hotel room door. Brooke presses the key card to the pad and walks in first, and Vanessa is too busy struggling with her case to gauge her reaction at first. That is until Brooke turns around from the spot she’s rooted to in the middle of the room.

“Oh.”

Vanessa frowns. She doesn’t really know why Brooke’s grown so awkward and quiet all of a sudden until she takes three steps forward and can see their room properly.

‘Oh’ is right. Because there, in the middle of their room, is a double bed. No, not double. King-sized, a king-sized fucking bed that’s probably the size of a small country village and is just for the two of them. All Vanessa’s plans go out the window because this is…new, and unknown territory. A quick makeout session in Brooke’s dressing room is one thing but the two of them haven’t even stayed over at either of their flats yet, they’ve never shared a bed in any context before. Vanessa bites her lip.

“Well…” Brooke says finally, trails off. Vanessa realises that she’s not going to finish her sentence.

“Um. I can go down and get ‘em to change it?” she offers, regretting it as soon as she’s said it because despite it all being new territory she’s not exactly opposed to it.

“No! No, it’s fine,” Brooke says- a little too quickly, Vanessa thinks, which causes her to suppress a smirk and try not to let her thoughts get carried away. “I mean, we’re both adults, it’s fine. Plus it’ll probably be comfier, right?”

“Yeah. Sure, right,” Vanessa nods and agrees, trying not to seem too eager.

It’s late by that point, so the pair of them unpack, trying to chat easily but the elephant in the room shaped like a king-sized bed is still very much present. Vanessa showers before bed and changes into her pyjamas, a little embarrassed at how scruffy her small black cami top and mid-length bottoms are. When Brooke comes back from her own shower, though, already changed into her pyjama set, Vanessa’s mouth dries up. She’s dressed in a matching set made up of a little pink satin shirt and shorts, the black cording at the hem of which is only drawing Vanessa’s eyes to Brooke’s thighs and not at all helping the bed situation.

Brooke clearly sees her looking and raises an eyebrow. “Cute, right?”

Vanessa snaps out of her daze. “What?”

“The pyjamas. They’re from like…Asos or Missguided or something? One of them,” she replies, hopping into bed and under the covers on the other side. Vanessa inches away from her a little, careful not to make their bodies touch because this is different to dancing and it’s not as simple as just being able to wrap her body around Brooke’s or make some stupid move because there’s no performance high or adrenaline or alcohol, it’s just…them. The pair of them in the same bed with the silence of the room surrounding them and the dark of the night outside hidden from view by the blinds Vanessa pulled down. As Brooke gives her a quick kiss and leans over to her side of the bed to turn the light off, she gives a quick look back to Vanessa.

“Night, babe.”

Vanessa gives a small, nervous smile back as she says goodnight. They shuffle under the covers to get comfortable and the silence falls again. Vanessa should say something, do something, reach out and take Brooke’s hand or lean in again. But everything is new and different and the time just isn’t right and she has no idea if Brooke even wants to go there with her yet, so instead she closes her eyes and attempts to sleep.

But in the morning, things are different. The moment Vanessa stirs she can tell there’s something in the air. She blinks open her eyes, the sun peeking through the slats of the blinds already too bright. That’s not it, though. That’s not what’s different.

And then as she gains a little bit more consciousness it hits her like a ton of bricks.

Brooke’s leg is thrown over her thigh, her arm around her waist, and her body is pressed up against hers. Vanessa feels a little tingle flash between her legs. For one thing, it’s cute that Brooke’s sought Vanessa out to cuddle during the night- whether she was asleep or awake for that decision Vanessa doesn’t know, but it’s nice either way. But on the other hand, Brooke’s little satin shorts have risen up to expose most of her thigh, and it’s not helping Vanessa think rationally right now.

Slowly, Vanessa starts tracing soft patterns on Brooke’s arm in a bid to wake her up: little figures of eight, then her name, then love hearts because if Brooke’s asleep she can’t work out that that’s what they are. Brooke’s leg shifts against her, and Vanessa can feel a heat against her thigh which she can’t decide whether or not helps or worsens the situation she’s in. Just then, she feels Brooke’s thumb give a little movement, a small stroke against the skin of Vanessa’s stomach where her cami top has risen up during the night. When her thumb moves again, Vanessa knows she’s woken up.

Neither of them have spoken yet and Brooke’s still stroking at her stomach, so Vanessa shuffles back in her arms just in case she’s still half asleep. She hears Brooke give a stifled yawn on the pillow behind her, hears her breathing shallow out. She’s awake, so Vanessa can take things up a gear. She moves her fingers from her arm to Brooke’s thigh, keeping her touch light and gentle as she traces a little patch of skin just at the outside. She feels Brooke shift against her in response, tries not to think too much about her thighs or what’s in between them because she knows she’ll overwhelm herself, flip round to straddle her and end up begging her to make her come apart. This moment is good. It’s gentle and tense all at once, the pair of them just touching and teasing each other, a mutual understanding even though nothing’s been said. This is different to last night- there’s no awkwardness, there’s no tentativeness, there’s just Brooke’s body wrapped around Vanessa’s and there’s only so many places that situation can lead.

Vanessa feels Brooke press a small kiss to her shoulder blade and it makes her heart flutter, a hummingbird caged in her ribs. Brooke’s fingers trail a little higher to stroke under the material of her top and Vanessa feels herself melt. She wiggles in Brooke’s lap, knowing how it’ll drive her crazy given the amount of comments the girl’s made about how much she loves her ass and how completely obvious she’s made it. In response, Vanessa feels Brooke sigh against her neck, kissing it once, twice, three times.

Vanessa feels her resolve cracking so she traces a little higher on Brooke’s leg, decides to break the silence. She tries to keep the smirk out of her voice but it’s hard when Brooke bucks against her thigh again. “Good morning.”

Brooke gives a little whine against her neck which makes Vanessa press her thighs together, raising her own hips in an attempt to gain some sort of friction. “Morning.”

Vanessa presses her lips together in a suppressed smile, her next move falling into place in her head. “Y’know, I think I’m gonna get up an’ start gettin’ ready.”

“No,” Brooke whines, the arm around her waist pulling her closer, and Vanessa can hear the pout in her voice. She feels Brooke rub against her thigh again and it’s almost impeding her ability to think straight at this point.

She’s having fun winding her up though and she knows she’ll be able to have Brooke begging for her if she keeps it up, so she attempts to turn around a little to face her. She can’t really manage it, but she doesn’t mind too much. She just wants to see Brooke’s face when she delivers her next line, keeps her tone light and ever-so-slightly mocking. “Why not, boo?”

Vanessa decides to shuffle round, can hear Brooke whine in frustration now that she no longer has something to grind against. When she sees Brooke blushing, biting her lip with her hand now pressed between her thighs, it’s the hottest thing Vanessa has seen in probably years.

Brooke’s still not answered- instead she’s trying to shuffle close to Vanessa, presumably to kiss her, but Vanessa’s enjoying her moment of being in charge, so she lays her hand against Brooke’s chest to stop her and narrows her eyes. “Uh-uh. You gotta tell me why I shouldn’t leave this bed.”

Brooke only blushes harder, and Vanessa’s knocked for six. Brooke is actually shy. This confident, stone-cold goddess is getting embarrassed at the prospect of talking dirty to Vanessa in bed.

Vanessa’s brain is hotwiring.

“Don’t go quiet on me, princess,” Vanessa murmurs, bringing her other hand down to stroke at Brooke’s exposed skin again, this time against the visible strip of her inner thigh. “Can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what it is.”

“Please…kiss me, fuck-”

Brooke’s barely got the words out when Vanessa bridges the gap between them, meets Brooke’s lips with her own and kisses her softly and gently. She knows Brooke wants more, knows she’s getting herself worked up beside her but Vanessa’s enjoying having the power for now because knowing Brooke it won’t be long before she tries to take it back. When Vanessa pulls away Brooke is pouting, all disappointed that Vanessa’s lips are no longer on hers. Vanessa hears Brooke give a little gasp and then a whine as she takes her hand, the one Brooke’s grinding against, brings it out from between her thighs and places it by her side. There’s an unspoken rule between them that Brooke’s not allowed to replace it.

“Please, ‘Ness,” she pouts, and Vanessa would find it cute if her hands weren’t trailing up and down her waist. Brooke paws at her, needy and desperate, stops to rest her hands on her ass.

“You’re so polite. Such a good girl for me,” Vanessa praises her, kissing her pouty lips and delighting in the way Brooke moans against her. Vanessa strokes her hair with the hand she’s not propping herself up with and she can tell Brooke wants it somewhere else.

“Please,” Brooke says again, her eyelids heavy and her pupils blown. Vanessa feels herself give a small laugh.

“I don’t know what you want, baby.”

“You know what I want, fuck,” Brooke whines, her eyes fluttering closed. She thuds her head against the pillow in frustration, grabs at Vanessa’s ass in an attempt to pull her closer.

“You want me to touch you?” Vanessa murmurs, and Brooke nods her head frantically in response. She trails her hand down Brooke’s neck and down her chest, stops when she sees Brooke’s nipples poking through the satin fabric of her pyjama top. Vanessa bites her lip as she flicks her thumb against one, squeezes her thighs together for the hundredth time when she hears Brooke let out a moan. She teases her slowly and gently, can feel her own breathing deepening as Brooke writhes against the sheets. Brooke’s hand drifts from Vanessa’s ass to the waistband of her own shorts and Vanessa stops touching her, moving her hand to her wrist instead.

“You want me to just sit and watch you touch yourself? Sit here on the bed with you fuckin’ yourself with your fingers instead of letting me fuck you instead?” Vanessa asks her, making sure to keep a warning tone to her voice as she draws away. Brooke whines, instantly ripping her hand out from between her legs and pulling Vanessa close with it instead.

“No, baby, I’ll be good.”

“You gonna be good for me?”

“Uh-huh.”

Vanessa feels sorry for her at this point so she lies on her side against the mattress, tucks herself in beside Brooke and traces the skin just above the waistband of her shorts. Brooke is letting out a litany of whines as Vanessa inches her hand under the material, stops and presses a gentle finger against Brooke’s slit. Vanessa feels herself gasp as she feels how wet she is already, slick against her finger and dripping on the inside of her thighs.

“Fuck,” Vanessa whispers, leans in to kiss Brooke’s neck. She’s managed to find herself an actual Aphrodite and she’s never felt more religious in her life. She tilts her head as she slides a finger up to brush against Brooke’s clit, eliciting a gasp from Brooke who bites her lip and squeezes her eyes shut. “What would people say if they knew that Brooke Lynn Hytes, confident, boss-ass, sex-on-legs bitch, turns into a lil’ whiny, bratty, needy princess when she wants to come so badly?”

“Vanessa, please,” Brooke practically sobs in response. Her hips lift high off the mattress as Vanessa rubs little circles against her. Vanessa desperately wants to feel how wet she is again but she’s wondering if she can wind her up even more, so she moves her lips up to whisper in Brooke’s ear.

“Remember when I sent you that message by accident?” Vanessa asks, her voice a low murmur. Brooke hisses in response and Vanessa sees her grab a fistful of the duvet.

“Shit, you know I got myself off to the thought of you lying in bed all wet and needy after you had that dream,” Brooke gasps out, and Vanessa’s eyes fly open in shock. If Brooke didn’t have her knees bent and propped up then she would probably straddle her thigh and try to ride it until she came because God, the idea that Brooke touched herself thinking about her in the morning and then came into the studios and acted as if it had never happened with her afterwards is just too much. Almost as a reward for the information Brooke’s just given her, Vanessa slides a finger inside her and hears Brooke moan in response.

“Y’know you were the girl from the dream,” Vanessa drops her lips down to Brooke’s neck, kissing it hot and slow as she slides a second finger into Brooke and presses the rest of her hand gently against her clit. Brooke gives a gasp that’s almost sacrilegious.

Brooke is writhing beside her, frantic and desperate and frustrated and Jesus fucking Christ if Vanessa couldn’t just come from the sight of that alone. “Tell me. Tell me what happened.”

So Vanessa whispers in Brooke’s ear about how she’d kissed her, how Brooke had told her how much she’d wanted her, how Vanessa had begged her to touch her and how Brooke had got her off through her underwear, and she hears Brooke gasp and moan and whine in response to each new revelation. Vanessa fucks her gently with her fingers and Brooke is so wet around her that it’s sending her into a frenzy herself. Suddenly, Vanessa has an idea.

“And you told me you thought I would taste good,” Vanessa tells her, tipping her head up a little to gauge Brooke’s reaction.

“Fuck…want to taste you so bad,” Brooke pleads.

All her shyness seems to be gone now that she’s riding Vanessa’s fingers desperately, and even though Vanessa thought shy Brooke was cute, this version of Brooke- the Brooke that knows what she wants, the Brooke that’s loud and vocal and messy- is her favourite. Vanessa gently removes her hand from between Brooke’s legs, ignoring the nearly apocalyptic whine Brooke lets out in response to the lack of contact, and takes Brooke’s hand from where it’s still digging into the duvet. Vanessa shifts a little, spreads her own legs as she guides Brooke’s hand between them, and her heart is almost beating out of her chest as Brooke eagerly brushes two fingers over her, hears her gasp as her fingers slide up her slit easily from how wet she is.

Brooke’s fingers feel like heaven as they push softly inside her, pumping gently, and Vanessa’s moan is cut off by Brooke’s lips against hers. Brooke’s kisses are slow and wet and she teases Vanessa’s tongue with her own as Vanessa bucks her hips underneath her. For a moment, her plan to make Brooke come is thrown into disarray as she thinks maybe she could just lie here and let Brooke tease her and finger her until she does instead.

“Oh my fuckin’ God you feel so good,” Vanessa whispers out in one breath, the way she sounds so broken already making her blush and bite her lip. Brooke’s gaze is dark- she’s watching the way Vanessa bucks her hips up to meet her fingers as they slide out of her, greedy and desperate just like Brooke had been.

“So wet and I never even touched you,” Brooke whispers, the little bit of awe in her voice sending Vanessa into the stratosphere. “You got this worked up over me?”

“You should see how good you look when you wanna come so bad,” Vanessa murmurs back, turning to watch as Brooke takes her fingers and wraps her lips around them, slides them into her mouth and sucks on them.

Every single time Brooke does something new Vanessa thinks it’s the sexiest thing she’s ever seen, so the fact that Brooke’s no longer touching her isn’t helping at all. Brooke’s a goddess though and she wants to worship her properly so Vanessa leans over her, doesn’t even bother trying to manoeuvre around the waistband of Brooke’s shorts this time and instead just trails her fingers up Brooke’s inner thigh, moves the material to one side and teases her again with her fingers. She rubs gently against Brooke’s clit and can hear her breathing coming in short gasps, knows she’s close so Vanessa kisses her, deep and fiery and hot, then murmurs against her lips as Brooke’s hisses and whines get increasingly louder.

“You know once you come I’m gonna let you do whatever you want to me.”

Brooke gasps and Vanessa watches her eyes roll back into their sockets. “Fuck, I’m gonna get you back for teasing me so fucking bad you won’t be able to sit right for a week never mind fucking dance- ah!”

Brooke’s reacted to Vanessa pulling her hand away. Vanessa’s making sure her eyes are dark, giving Brooke a warning. “Is that trash talk, or are you gonna be good for me?”

“Please, Vanessa!” Brooke nearly yells into the room, and Vanessa thinks that perhaps she’s put the poor girl through enough so she replaces her fingers, works Brooke’s clit until she’s gasping beside her, little shudders racking her body.

“‘Ness, I’m gonna- ah!”

As Brooke comes, Vanessa crashes their lips together, and the sound of Brooke’s muffled whines gives her a better high than any drug ever could. When she’s sure Brooke’s finished Vanessa leans back against the mattress, exhausted. Her left side is practically numb from propping herself up, her neck is tense and her right hand is aching but fuck if that hadn’t been the best sex of Vanessa’s life and she hasn’t even come yet.

“You good?” Vanessa asks Brooke once she’s got her breath back. Brooke is on her back, her eyes wide and staring up to the ceiling, her hair plastered all over her face and her chest shiny with sweat. Vanessa watches as she moves her mouth once, twice, trying to come up with something to say and failing.

“I don’t have any words,” she finally says, and Vanessa bursts out laughing beside her. Brooke giggles, then suddenly scowls, reaches behind her head for her pillow and thumps Vanessa with it.

“Hey! What the fuck was that for?”

“You were so mean!” Brooke half-pouts, half-laughs and she leans over Vanessa, cages her in with her arms. Even after sex she still looks incredible in her pyjamas, and Vanessa finds herself rubbing her thighs together, trying and failing to find something to rut against. Brooke obviously notices this and Vanessa watches the little flash in her eyes as she grabs Vanessa’s wrists, pins them above her head in one swift motion.

Vanessa almost dissolves.

“You know I’m used to being in charge, right? That was very out of character for me,” Brooke cocks an eyebrow at her. Vanessa smirks back at her, anticipation building low in her stomach at the thought of Brooke bossing her around and roughing her up a little.

“Well then maybe you need to put me in my place.”

When Brooke straddles her, leans down and meets her lips in a kiss, Vanessa feels as if she’s made entirely of embers and flames. She pulls away and Vanessa realises that she’s tugging her pyjama bottoms off so Vanessa brings her knees up to her chest to help make things easier. Once they’re off Vanessa’s heart crashes against her ribcage as Brooke takes her legs and spreads them apart quickly, her palms holding Vanessa’s thighs down. As Brooke leans between her thighs Vanessa tangles one hand in her hair, her heart rate rising in anticipation as she feels herself throb. She waits for the contact of Brooke’s tongue, tipping her head back against the pillow.

It doesn’t come. Instead, she hears Brooke’s voice.

“You know, maybe I’m tired now after you played with me so much earlier. Maybe I just need to go back to sleep.”

Vanessa brings her head back up in shock and looks at Brooke’s face. She’s got a glint in her eye and a smug smile on her lips and Vanessa has never wanted to kiss the smirk off her face more. As much as she thinks the girl is a goddess, there’s no way she’s giving her what she wants that easily. “Uh-uh. I ain’t beggin’ you, Brooke.”

Brooke raises her eyebrows lazily, lightly scratches her nails down the insides of Vanessa’s thighs and in turn making her rapidly regret her last comment because she knows she’s going to be yelling Brooke’s name in probably a matter of minutes once she puts her mouth on her. “That’s some awfully big talk from someone who moments ago was trying to grind against air.”

“But I know you wanna feel how wet I am an’ hear what I sound like when I’m about to come,” Vanessa whispers, bucking her hips up because Brooke’s touching every little bit of her except the place she needs the contact most and it’s starting to kill her very slowly. “You want me ridin’ your face.”

Vanessa sees Brooke blink slowly, the composure and power she’s just built up wavering just a little. Then she makes eye contact again, presses kisses up Vanessa’s inner thigh that make her feel as if she’s burning up.

“Yeah,” Brooke murmurs against Vanessa’s skin, punctuating her sentence with kisses. “But I also know that I want to hear you beg me for it, and you’re not going to come until you ask me nicely.”

“Fuck,” Vanessa whines, letting her head thud against the pillow. She regrets teasing Brooke so badly. Actually she doesn’t at all, but her behaviour is coming back to bite her and it’s not fun. She’s shocked into a gasp as Brooke licks up her slit, the contact gone almost as soon as it’s there. “Brooke, baby, c’mon, this ain’t fair.”

“Is it not? I think it’s perfectly fair,” Brooke laughs softly and traces patterns into her inner thighs that make Vanessa want to scream. “I had to be a good girl for you, now you have to be one for me.”

“Honestly you could be doing whatever you want to me right now an’ all you want is for me to say fuckin’ please?” Vanessa hisses, frustrated and incredulous and ready to fucking explode.

“I want you to be good for me. Good girls use their manners.”

As if to drive her point home Brooke kisses up her thigh and then licks against her again, too much and not enough all at once. Vanessa needs Brooke’s mouth and her tongue and her lips and so her resolve cracks all too quickly like a sheet of ice.

“Okay, okay, okay, God fucking damn it…please, Brooke.”

“Can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what it is,” Brooke replies instantly. The bitch is using Vanessa’s own words against her for her own gain and it’s infuriating Vanessa as she bucks her hips in the air, writhes against the mattress.

“Want you to use your mouth, fuck, please.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

All at once Vanessa feels as if she’s been shot out of a cannon because when Brooke’s tongue finally licks at her clit slowly and gently Vanessa thinks she’s ascending to heaven at about a million miles per hour. When Vanessa brings her hand back to tangle in Brooke’s hair, Brooke takes her wrist and holds it down with one hand, putting her even more in control. Vanessa can still use her hips though and she does exactly what she said she was going to do- rides Brooke’s face as her tongue brings her closer and closer to the edge and makes her even more wet than she’d been in the first place. Vanessa would probably feel embarrassed at how much she’s writhing and whining and moaning underneath Brooke if her mouth didn’t feel so fucking perfect, and with every flick and swirl of her tongue Vanessa feels more and more like a raging fire that needs to be put out.

“Brooke Lynn, fuck, you’re gonna make me fuckin’-”

Brooke’s nails dig into her thighs as Vanessa comes with a loud cry, the blaze burning her up finally extinguished. Vanessa sinks back into the pillows and Brooke simply relaxes with her head against Vanessa’s stomach. It makes her wish that they could just spend all day in their hotel room and learn each other’s bodies, figure out everything the other likes in the space of a single day.

“Wish we didn’t have to get up,” Brooke sighs against her skin, presses a kiss to her stomach which makes it flutter. Vanessa smiles lazily, laces their fingers together which makes Brooke smile in turn. Brooke’s voice is soft as she keeps talking. “So was that, um…good? For you?”

Vanessa starts giggling, gives Brooke a gentle kick with her foot. “Jesus, dare you to sound any more like a 19 year old boy who just lost his virginity.”

Brooke gives an offended cry, plants her lips to Vanessa’s stomach and blows a giant raspberry against her skin that makes her howl with laughter and curl in on herself like a woodlouse.

Vanessa fights through her laughter. “Oh my God okay, okay! I’m sorry. Of course it was good, fuckin’ amazing. The whole fuckin’ buildin’ prolly knows how good it was, think I damn near yelled the place down.”

“Not entirely great for the whole keeping-us-on-the-down-low thing, though.”

“I guess you’d know, havin’ just spent a decent amount of time on the down low,” Vanessa wiggles her eyebrows and causes Brooke to yelp a laugh.

Charmed by the other woman’s reaction, Vanessa gently slides herself out from underneath her and steals the duvet to wrap around herself as she crosses the short distance to the window and pulls the string on the blinds to open them up. She smiles as she’s greeted by the seafront view: the sea icy but blue under the sunny November sky, the golden sand of the beach, the little rattle of the tram that’s making its way along the waterfront. The smile is still on Vanessa’s face as she turns to take in the sight of Brooke still splayed out on the mattress. She’s got that post-sex glow with the light hitting her toned skin and her hair all messed up around her face like a scribble of a halo.

Vanessa feels a tug on her heart, a longing even though she knows Brooke is hers.

“Welcome to Blackpool, baby. Let’s get those tens.”

#rpdr fanfiction #ortega #bet you look good on the dancefloor #strictly au #lesbian au #smut #branjie #vanessa vanjie mateo #brooke lynn hytes #akeria davenport #asia o'hara

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completely-zucked · 4 years ago

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I've been homeless and immobile for a while, but I'm in danger of losing my accommodation and wheels (again).

Mentally and spiritually, I have been homeless for nearly two decades. I have once again been threatened with eviction because I don't have enough money in my bank account to pay my rent or meet my car repayment and other loans. Each time it happens, things get worse and there's no negotiating.

This time around, though, I might call their bluff, because I was already being driven mad (quite literally) by the restrictions, manipulating and gass-lighting (being called a cold, uncaring self-centred, irrational, illogical, lazy, stupid, narcissistic and paranoid sociopath — enough to make a guy with self-esteem and motivation issues suicidal). What's changed is that now I've been banned from using, cleaning and/or performing any maintenance on any room in the house except my bedroom (including bathrooms and toilets), which was previously one of my responsibilities. I have to use outdoor ones/the old servants' quarters, which doesn't have a door on the bathroom. )I live in the southern hemisphere; it's winter here.) I'm not allowed to hang a curtain or take material to make one, so I use an old chlorine bucket in the passageway/corridor outside as an indicator that I'm in there. I'm not allowed to be out there past 21:00 and am not allowed to move my stuff to the servants' quarters or garage because they are being used as storage space for tools and, occasionally, as a home gym by/for my landlord. I'm also not allowed to use any tools or appliances (including vacuum, cleaners, brushes, brooms, dustpans and cloths), because no maintenance. Everything of mine that I don't keep hidden and locked away has been confiscated. Of that, everything that I bought myself has been discarded or claimed as belonging to my landlord and landlady. (My soap, of all things, was the first casualty, which is what tipped me off and prompted my buying locks for those things I could lock away.) I am also not financially able nor permitted to buy more tools, containers or locks (and replacements for those) since my finances are being scrutinised and my choices, decisions and purchases criticised.

My broom is a paintbrush, my dustpan a plastic shopping bag and my duster a roll of paper towel. My vacuum cleaner is a cardboard tube glued to a Pringles can with a PC fan inside. ... And they wonder why I've taken to doing DIY projects that repurpose recyclable household items ; how irrational of me ... Le sigh.

That means no fridge, kettle, microwave or stove. I also don't get cooked meals. That would be fine on its own if I weren't subject to restrictions. I live off powdered milk, coffee, cereal, peanut butter, marmite, bread, orange squash concentrate, syrup, biscuits and bananas. Sometimes, I skim a couple of tablespoons of yoghurt out of the container when they're not around, or dilute fruit juice with water at a ratio of about 1:3, just to have some variety/luxury. I had some meal replacement shake powder too, just to keep me from starving, but that's gone and I can't afford to replace it. If I ask for more, I'll have to pay it back; they keep track of everything they buy for me (including a bottle of vitamins) that I'll have to pay back if/when I get a job again. I already owe about $220. It was, of course, a big deal when I bought myself twelve beers on special for $9 the day I got paid for the first lot of contract work I'd done in nearly six months since losing my job, despite the guy underpaying me by just over $100 because I hadn't insisted on a written agreement and was in no position to haggle/negotiate; the last time I do favours for friends, especially those who're religious. (The fact that I'm rationing out the beers at one a week and am only on my sixth one next weekend doesn't have any relevance to my landlady, who tried to confiscate a couple with intent to give them to my landlord and made an almighty fuss about how selfish I was being when I said I'd be fine with sacrificing them if either of them had just asked for one, how she'd noticed my ex always bought the wine despite our having agreed on certain divisions of costs when we were together, and a whole lot of other irrelevant bullshit.)

I need help getting out before the end of June, assuming I find a job and somewhere to go by then. Otherwise, I'm quite likely to end up on the street or attempting to off myself again. Currently, I have no job, nowhere to go and not even enough money to buy a cheap bicycle for $175. Even if I take my car to a dealer who'll settle the balance of my loan with the bank, I get nothing for it because it's an old model which I haven't been able to afford to take better care of and is pretty much a lemon four years after I drove it off the showroom floor. (I should have traded it in after two, before the new model came out). That's the best deal I've been offered. The alternative is to either trade it in for something else and extend my loan or take an amount that's less than it's worth and continue paying off a loan for a vehicle I no longer have. Hooray for death by a thousand cuts under Consumer capitalism.

Apparently, it's all my fault for not learning my life lessons, growing the fuck up, sorting my life out and GTFO of the family home a hell of a lot sooner (by at least a decade, nearly two), when the physical abuse by my peers first started in small and subtle ways. I thought that would all be behind me when I left high school, then varsity, then two corporate jobs. But no, I'm the kind of person who attracts bullies and toxic, abusive relationships.

The moral of the story

If I had known what I now know and the lessons I have learned when I was a padawan/young twenty-something, I would have taken my education seriously and applied myself to obtaining both CS and EE degrees instead of a crappy, near-worthless diploma, moved into my own two-room shoebox as a priority and bought a bicycle instead of a car. Anywhere I can't reach by bike probably isn't worth going and a car is an immovable liability/waste of money two years after purchase. At least I would have my own space (which I so desperately crave). At least then, I could be an allegedly horrible, reprehensible and repulsive degenerate of a person all by myself without anybody to hurt or hurt me. I'm fucking done with living with other people for a while. Fuck that noise; I want a thousand days of solitude, even if it's in a corrugated iron shack in an informal settlement. I'm prepared to cook my supper in a three-legged potjie over a wood fire and boil collected rainwater in a cast iron pot while I wait for my orchard and mielies to grow.

Honestly, at this stage, I'm prepared to live on a camp bed with a sleeping bag and a camp chair and folding table in somebody's garage, undercroft or old servants' quarters (as long as there's a plug point and running water) just to be able to get away from here. I just want some space of my own to be myself (horrible or otherwise) again and keep my interaction with people to a minimum while I figure out how to cope with/manage my shitty life situation, get back on my feet and out in the world again without being scrutinised, criticised, judged, condemned, restricted, rejected and ostracised. That shit is literally making me crazy and suicidal. It is not in any way conducive to me so much as thinking of an action plan/way forward, let alone pursuing it. Yet, somehow, I still manage to restrict the time I spend buggering around on social media (still too much), which I apparently need to succeed in the modern world, hunt for jobs, write, make music and try to flog my Patreon to disinterested parties. Oh, and I'm also writing a proposal for a social media site for someone who's attempting to gather funding.

Seeing my shrink for two hours a month (which costs me a month's wages from my part-time weekend job) and the afore-mentioned job is not enough, as much as I love animals.

So if you can spare between ten and twenty-seven dollars a month to help keep me afloat, please subscribe to my Patreon. Your support will be greatly appreciated.

#homeless #immobile #I need money #finance #abuse #gaslighting

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Hannelore Brigstock is an amazing name and I'd love to her about them.

Ah, Hannelore - otherwise known as Lorrie Briggs. She was my Corax, once upon a time - old World of Darkness were-raven. She was interesting. She was fun. She talked a lot, and much preferred talking her way out of situations than fighting. This got difficult when her companions were largely fighters, but she made do, more often talking them out of mistakes than joining in the combat. Her main thing was taunting opponents and distracting them so that her furrier, more canine Garou cohorts could take them out easier. She wore a lot of silver, because she could (most WoD Changing Breeds can’t, but for Corax, it’s gold that’s the problem), she had some dysphoria issues that had her identifying more as a raven than as a human so a lot of her mannerisms were very avian even in human form, and she had a mortal phobia of vampires to the point where she had to be taught a rote that let her summon up a literal ball of vampire-killing sunshine before she’d leave the house. It honestly made sense because while it’s bad for any of the Changing Breeds to be Embraced by a vampire, for Corax it’s inevitably fatal - your connection to Helios is severed and you die at sunrise whether you’re in the sun or not. But thankfully that connection to sun rather than moon means the ability to summon up a ball of sunshine and tell any vampire to fuck right the hell off. All hail the chosen of Helios.

In general, she was pretty ordinary. She’d been born to a fairly well-off family and she’d always been a little bit weird - her primary passion was flying, and thankfully her parents were wealthy enough to start her working towards a piloting licence, indulging her apparently random whim. But when her spirit egg hatched (thus when the whole Corax thing came out in her), she kind of flipped out, grabbed some belongings, drained her bank account, got a fake ID and ran away. Hence Lorrie Briggs. Last I left her, she was working in a comic shop, being totally fine with having gone from big comfy house to one-room cracker box with a roach problem, and generally being the Gossip Queen of the Changing Breeds set of ... fuck, I don’t even remember what city they were in at the time, but since she flew the Umbra a lot anyway, it didn’t matter all that much at the end of the day. Her main issues were the other supernaturals of her local area - as far as she was concerned, they were all nuts. But she felt more bird than human, and acted accordingly, so she wasn’t about to judge weird until it looked set to get her killed or worse.

She was also my first confirmed ace character before I even had a name for the term ... which was its own kind of awful because the Storyteller for that particular chat-and-forum RP situation was a bit problematic in that respect. See, her husband (who was also in the group) was deployed overseas and she was a thirsty little individual. Apparently it was no holds barred on cybersex in their relationship, which is fine in and of itself but needs to be consensual, and she kept throwing NPCs at me as cyber-bait. Didn’t matter that I had Lorrie very deliberately downplaying her appearance to look as unassuming and undesirable as possible - she was cadaver-thin, sallow-pale, did nothing with her hair, dressed to hide her figure and everything she owned looked like she’d stored it all crumpled in a Pringles tube and had no idea what an iron was, looked at makeup as the most indulgent waste of money in the world, had overly sharp features, stared a bit too much, and there were those bird mannerisms that basically looked like tics or twitches or the less vocal form of Tourette’s: apparently everyone wanted my Lorrie. She started with a guy flirting, which mostly got bemused looks and “You’re weird; I’m going over there now”. Then the ST tried a Bastet woman with zero sense of boundaries or personal space - because someone with species dysphoria and zero interest in sex is really dying to get it on with a cat, right? Poor Lorrie noped right the hell out of that one. The ST then tried to godmode Lorrie being physically attracted to some supernatural creature or other (never did find out what he was) but I got out of that one by basically going, “Okay, her body’s having a response she really doesn’t like so obviously he’s doing something to her; she’s going to pull her ‘my feathers are throwing knives’ trick, chuck them at this guy’s face and then fly the hell away”. After which point I got sick of the whole Bargain Basement Laurel K Hamilton thing and, unable to justify my rather smart Corax being anywhere near this bullshit, noped out of the entire game with the statement, “Yeah, no, I’m reporting this really fucked-up situation and violation of every tenet the Garou have with the local Black Furies - have fun with them tearing your face off, by the way - and then checking out what the weather’s like in Aruba this time of year”. What a waste of a glorious character, seriously.

I miss Lorrie. She was fun. She was hard to piss off, but when you did, she had zero filter and got very ... inventive about what names she’d call you. Her reaction to the time a bunch of hunters tried to take her and her companions down by shooting her - and only her - with a dart full of colloidal silver solution because they apparently thought that all Changing Breeds had the issue with silver had her very bluntly pointing out how much of it she was wearing through her ears and “other places you’ll never get to see without a spy cam in my shower” (she only meant the navel but she let them think what they wanted) and how stupid they were. In multiple languages, if memory serves me. She didn’t have the highest tolerance in the world for stupidity.

#Thess RPs #Thess vs Memes #Sort of #raceofhearts

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ibelieveinharrystyles · 5 years ago

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Chapter Six: All I Need

Forever? Masterlist

12th August 2016

After yet another sleepless night Ashley trailed into the kitchen, flicking on the kettle and scooping two large teaspoons of coffee into a mug. Once it was boiled she poured in the water and milk, returning to her seat on the sofa beside Daisy’s moses basket, somehow she was sound asleep, while Ashley was anything but. On days when she had visitors she tried to put in a bit of an effort, changing into something other than a t-shirt and leggings. But Harry was coming over today and frankly he had seen her in much worse states, so she decided to stay in her comfy attire.

Ashley’s light nap was interrupted by a knock at the door, she checked on Daisy who was still fast asleep after her feed. She shuffled to the front door, opening it to see Harry, whose arms were filled with lots of bags and a large bouquet of big daisies. “Hello stranger,” she smiled, welcoming Harry into her flat, before he placed the bags on the floor, “You gonna give me a hug?” she asked, he edged closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, whilst she wrapped hers around his shoulders, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck.

“I’ve missed you Ash.” Harry whispered.

“It’s been two months H.” she chuckled.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t miss you.” he sighed.

Their sweet reunion was interrupted by Daisy’s high pitched cries, “I think little madam wants changing, you want to come meet her?” Ashley led Harry through to the living room, picking Daisy up out of her moses basket, “Hey little lady, what’s all this fussing about? Shall we change your nappy?” She lay Daisy on the changing mat while Harry used his initiative to make them both a cup of tea, “There we are Daisy, all fresh and clean for your uncle Harry.” She scooped Daisy up, rocking her in her arms as Harry bought the tea over to where she had sat on the sofa.

“I got you both some presents, if you want to open them?” Harry told her as he placed the bags on the sofa.

“You didn’t have to H,” Ashley insisted, “Do you want to hold her? Whilst I open them.”

“Alright then.” Ashley scooted over to where Harry was sitting on her velvet teal sofa, she placed Daisy in Harry’s arms, she fit perfectly, as he held her close to his chest. Harry really had gone all out with the presents, he’d bought Daisy a range of outfits that Ashley didn’t dare imagine the price of, a couple of teddies and a piece of art to hang by her cot. For Ashley he had put together a hamper of all her favourite things, her favourite rosewater shower gel, several tubes of pringles and her lindor chocolates, because he knew they were her favourites, “There’s one more thing,” Harry pulled a small black box from his pocket, passing it to Ashley, she opened it, seeing a silver necklace that had a daisy charm on it, “I saw it in a jewellery shop when we were filming in France and I thought it was perfect.”

“You’re such a softy you know that?” she told him, yawning as she rested her head on one of her many scatter cushions, “Sorry, as you can probably imagine I haven’t been getting much sleep at the moment.”

“Why don’t you go and have a shower, then sleep for a bit, I’ll stay with Daisy.”

“I can’t ask you to do that H.”

“You aren’t asking, I’m telling, if you tell me where the important stuff like nappies and milk are that should be absolutely fine.” Harry assured her.

“Her milk powder is in the cupboard next the fridge, instructions are on the side, she’ll probably want a bottle in half an hour, and her nappies are in that basket over there,” she told him, standing up from the sofa, “You Harry Styles are a diamond,” She told him leaning over from behind the sofa and pecking him on the cheek.

After a long overdue nap Ashley made her way into the living room, where Harry was singing tiny dancer by Elton John as he rocked Daisy to sleep, before placing her in the moses basket. “I was going to ask if you needed help with anything, but it looks like you have everything covered,” Ashley told him, he turned to face her, a large grin across his face.

“Did you sleep well?” Harry asked her.

“Like a dream, I feel like I’ve been asleep for ages.”

“You were down for about five hours,” he told her.

“Oh wow, you weren’t bored were you? I should’ve set an alarm.”

“No, we were more than fine, we had cuddles for a bit, I fed her and changed her, then she napped whilst I put a wash on, hoovered, did the washing up and made us dinner.” Harry explained.

“You didn’t have to do all that you know.”

“Yeah I do know, but I thought you deserved a bit of TLC.”

“How did you make dinner? I literally have nothing in my cupboards.”

“I popped into tesco on my way here, I figured you wouldn't have much in the way of fresh food, so I thought I’d grab some stuff.”

“How much do I owe you for it?” Ashley asked, embracing him.

“Nothing, it's on me.”

After a delicious paella courtesy of Harry, he and Ashley sat on the sofa, snuggled up as they watched reruns of Friends, Ashley sat beside Harry, her legs stretched across his lap whilst Harry ran his fingers lightly up and down them, “When did you last go out?” Harry asked, interrupting a very tense scene between Ross and Rachel.

“About two weeks ago, getting out of the house with a newborn is easier said than done.” Ashley told him.

“Why don’t we go down to the river? The sun will be setting and getting some air will do you good.” Harry suggested.

“That would be lovely.”

Clearly taking his role as uncle very seriously, Harry took control of the pram as the pair strolled along the river, the rays of the orange sun hitting their faces. “Are you happy?” Ashley asked Harry.

“I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long time,” Harry assured her as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, “Being here with you two makes me feel so content.”

“Shall we sit here?” Ashley suggested, gesturing towards a bench on the side of the path, “Thank you for today, you didn’t have to spend the whole day with us.”

“Yeah I did, I know you’ve got Daisy, but you need a bit of adult interaction every now and then, besides I haven’t seen you in forever.” Harry replied.

“Well we’ve loved having you, I feel so lucky that I get to call you my best friend.”

21st October

“Happy birthday Anne!” Ashley called as Harry let her into his family home, she’d back come up for Anne’s birthday on the train that morning, Harry had already come up a few days before, but insisted he would drive Ashley and Daisy back down to London after the visit. “How are you?” She asked Harry as he gave her a big hug, nuzzling into his chest.

“I’m good, it’s nice being home,” Daisy, who was somehow perfectly in tune to Harry’s voice stirred from her nap in the pram, “Can I?” Harry gestured towards the pram, Ashley replied with an assuring nod as if to say ‘of course’. He scooped Daisy out of her pram, the smile on her face was incredibly endearing, she had only met Harry a handful of times but everyone could tell that she absolutely adored him. He bounced her on his hip as he headed into the living room, followed by Ashley.

“Happy birthday Anne,” Ashley greeted her with a hug, “These are for you, from Daisy and I.” She handed Anne a bunch of flowers and a gift bag that had a box of Anne’s favourite chocolates along with one of those posh, fresh smelling candles.

“Thank you my love.” Anne replied, “It’s lovely to have you both here.

“Harry, are you gonna let your mum have a hold? It is her birthday after all.”

Harry and Daisy were having a lovely little moment, he had taken a seat on the armchair in the corner, bouncing her on his lap, Harry presented her with big eyes and a small smile to suggest he didn’t want to hand Daisy over yet, “I’ll leave the pair of them to it, I wouldn’t want to break Harry’s heart by stealing his favourite girl away from him, I’m sure I’ll steal a hug before you head back to London.”

It was later on in the evening, dinner had been eaten, and everyone was sat around the TV watching Notting Hill, chosen by Anne, much to Harry’s dismay, after he fought so hard for The Notebook. Clearly Daisy was worn out by all the attention she had received throughout the day as she had fallen asleep on Harry’s chest, her tiny hand clinging onto the string of Harry’s hoodie. Ashley sat beside him, her head resting on his shoulder, whilst he rested his free hand on her waist, his hand making delicate circles on her skin, to a stranger they would like a family unit. Gemma and Anne sat on the sofa across from them, not daring to say a word, but noticing just how content Harry appeared, every so often the pair shared a knowing glance. “Do you want a drink mum?” Gemma whispered.

“Yeah, go on then, I’ll come and help you with them,” The pair tiptoed out to the kitchen, Anne flicking the kettle on while Gemma grabbed the milk from the fridge, “He adores them both doesn’t he?” Anne whispered.

“I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at her, he’s clearly besotted with her, I just don’t think he would ever do anything about it, I think he would see it as a way of protecting her.” Gemma replied.

“They aren’t even together and the press have this idea that Harry is Daisy’s dad.” Anne replied as she poured the hot water for tea.

“He’s got good intentions mum, I just hope he doesn’t regret it.”

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oforamuse · 5 years ago

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unexpected thanks

'you've got a ring.'

or, the one where ian bumps into kash and gets to break the news that he and mickey are married.

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Ian walks slowly down the fresh vegetable aisle, crossing off the mental list in his head of things he needs to get for the recipe Mickey’s insisting on making. He’s gotten really into cooking cooking recently, not just throwing something in the microwave and hitting 30 seconds kind of cooking.

It’s pretty hot, actually.

Often Ian will come home from work and the kitchen will be filled with all sorts of smells, some good and some terrible - Mickey’s still learning. There’s been a few burnt dinners and a couple of small pan fires, but nothing too overly drastic. Whenever a recipe fails, or Mickey doesn’t seem completely satisfied in his success, he gets up and tries the same one again. Point blank, in his stubborn way, refusing to be beaten by a page and a half of instructions. Ian can help but find it incredibly endearing. He didn’t think he’d ever see the day Mickey made him something that wasn’t pizza pockets or mac and cheese from a box, so he’s relishing in it.

Perhaps marriage really does change people.

It’s been just over three months since they got married and though Ian sometimes still struggles with the girth of it all, he doesn’t regret it one bit. He’s stopped looking up divorce statistics and searching for a reason for everything to all fall to shit, so that’s a definite step up. He’s taking it day by day but it’s good. He’s happier these days too, everyone’s noticed it, he’s noticed it. He feels lighter, things roll off of his back more - the same goes for Mickey too. They’ve barely even bickered in the last few weeks, which is so incredibly unlike them, they can’t quite believe it.

Is this what it feels like to finally have time? Time to be a couple, time to be codependent and independent all in the same moment, time to actually exist as a them and not be broken apart by homophobic dads, or mental illness, or incarceration?

Having the space and the freedom to actually co-exist with one another without something hanging over their heads is a foreign concept to both of them, but Ian thinks they’re kind of nailing the whole marital bliss thing. They wake up together, often wrapped around one another, safe and warm. They go to their separate (parole approved) jobs, Ian often driving and dropping Mickey off - sometimes the other way round depending on their afternoon plans. There’s kisses on the cheek in greetings and goodbyes, ass grabs in passing and arms locked around shoulders. They’ve been holding hands more a lot, unable to pull themselves apart when they literally don’t have to be, craving each other’s touch and comfort almost every second of the day.

It’s everything 16 year old Ian could’ve dreamed of and more.

Ian’s fingers brush over the sweet peppers, wondering whether Mickey wanted red or green - or was it yellow? He doesn’t know what Mickey's making for them later, only that he needed to get the ingredients right now as Mickey didn’t have time between work and the quickie they managed to squeeze in before they had to run out of the door. It’s Ian’s day off, he figured he’d treat his husband to a little domestic run to the supermarket. He’s about to pull out his phone to text Mickey to check, God forbid he buys the wrong type of peppers, when he hears his name being called.

‘Ian?’

His head shoots up towards the voice, it’s familiar.

‘Ian is that you? Ian Gallagher?’

Well, count that on the list of things that Ian didn’t expect to happen today.

Kash is standing in the same aisle, just a few feet over from him. He looks older, much older than Ian can remember him. His hair has a minor smattering of grey, but nothing hugely noticeable. His eyes are tired, and there’s a couple more wrinkles than there was before, but other that, he looks mostly the same.

Their obvious difference in age makes Ian’s skin crawl, like tiny little ants making their way up his bones and into his veins. He shudders, unable to believe he let 16 year old him be used by this absolute tool.

‘Kash...Hi.’ Ian says, caught completely off guard. It comes out awkwardly, his discomfort horribly evident in his voice. Kash’s face shifts slightly, making Ian cringe.

‘How are you- what’s it been like, 6 or 7 years?’ Kash continues, his hands adjusting his grip the shopping basket he’s carrying.

‘Probably more like 8.’ Ian replies and it feels forced. There’s an awful beat of silence where neither man knows where to approach next. Ian just wants to get his peppers and move onto the beans aisle, what the fuck is Kash going to want to talk about next, the weather? His phone buzzes, he pulls it out of his pocket to check the notification, happily taking a moment for a distraction. Kash makes a noise of surprise at the movement and Ian looks up questioningly. He can feel the light scowl on his face - it’s nothing too seriously pissed off, but there’s definitely an air of bother about it.

‘You’ve got a ring.’ Kash says, gripping his basket with one hand so he can bring one up to point the other at Ian’s left side. ‘You’re married?’

The wedding band suddenly feels incredibly heavy on his finger - it’s a good weight though, it’s grounding. He can feel the corners of his mouth twist up into a soft smile, it’s comforting, knowing that he has that little piece of Mickey with him wherever he goes.

He still hasn’t gotten the hang of remembering to put it back on every time he does the dishes or something, much to Mickey’s chagrin, but he’s working on it.

More importantly though, he’s wearing it right now.

‘Yeah I am.’ Ian replies, it’s proud and firm. His thumb rubs lightly over the band.

‘Wow.’ Kash says with both the tone of somewhat surprise and disbelief. He steps forward ever so slightly, and Ian moves back an inch automatically, keeping the distance. ‘The last time I saw you, you were hooking up with...was it Mickey Milkovich?- God knows where that kid ended up.’ There’s a beat, ‘Prison, hopefully.’ He adds.

It’s biting and dismissive - Ian knows it’s supposed to be a light joke, but it makes his fists curl protectively. He knows he can’t entirely blame Kash for thinking Mickey wouldn’t amount to much, given the fact the kid spent most of his juvenile years robbing him openly (and completely unapologetically), but it makes his jaw clench tightly. Mickey, is and always was, so much more than a neighbourhood thug.

So much more.

Keep it together, he tells himself. He breathes, allowing the tension to roll off his shoulders and down into the floor.

‘Who’s the lucky guy?’ Kash asks, it’s weird and kind of gross. Being around him, so many years later and being much more clear headed, makes him feel slightly sick in his stomach. ‘Someone I know?’

This makes Ian smirk slightly, ‘You could say that.’

This is going to be fun.

‘Who?’ Kash says, his eyes narrowing suspiciously, it’s a stark contrast to the friendly attitude he’s been trying to throw off.

‘I guess I, well we, should say thank you.’ Ian says, shrugging his shoulders in an attempt to come off as cool and casual as possible, ‘we would’ve never met without your...er, help.’

Was that the right word to use? He doesn’t really care, it’s hilarious to watch Kash squirm. He watches the gears working in his head as the older man puts two and two together. He’s surprised at how easily Kash clocks on, only taking a moment before his eyes widen in shock.

‘You’re kidding me.’ Kash says, his jaw practically falling out of it’s socket with how dramatically it drops. It hangs there for a second, and Ian just grins. Kash adjusts himself, gulping. ‘You’re married... to Mickey Milkovich?’ He says Mickey’s name with a whisper, ducking his head slightly, as if to avoid being heard.

‘The very same.’ Ian states smoothly, holding Kash’s gaze firmly, daring the older man to make a judgement.

You’re not allowed to say shit, he thinks, you are literally the last person on earth who is allowed to judge anyone over who they marry.

He hopes to fucking God there’s hasn’t been anymore 16 year olds, he hopes he got himself some therapy. What is he even doing back in Chicago?

‘I don’t know what to say.’ Kash adds after a moment, the air between them stilted and awkward. Ian wants to leave, groceries be damned, but he knows Mickey would probably kill him to let his opportunity slip. He always did love to gloat right in Kash’s face, whether it be over a tube of pringles he stole, a snickers bar or Ian himself.

‘Don’t say anything then.’ Ian says curtly, it comes off ruder than he intended but he doesn’t really care.

‘Really? Mickey?’ Kash asks unpleasantly, and Ian doesn’t like the way Mickey’s name sounds in his voice. Like it’s dirty, and imperfect.

‘Yeah.’ Ian says firmly, the tension palpable, ‘We’re really fuckin’ happy. Big wedding and everything.’ He waves his hand out in an exaggerated gesture, hoping to help hammer the point home. He’s happy, he’s so happy, he’s happier than he’s ever been for literal years. Fuck this guy, fuck his judgement.

‘Didn’t expect that.’ Kash says, it’s quiet but comes out clear. His brows furrow together, the aged wrinkles on his forehead deepen. ‘Honestly, I’m just surprised he didn’t end up locked up-’ He stops himself, ‘And you…’

There it is again - there’s that age old judgement glinting in his eye. Or is it discomfort? Longing?

It’s an echo of something familiar, it’s a look he was thrown back in the day when he restocked the shelves incorrectly or when he would brush Kash’s prying hands off nearer the end of Their Thing when Mickey fell into the picture.

‘Thanks for letting Mickey steal your gun.’ Ian says cooly, hoping it lands as the jab he intended it to be, which it does, if he can tell anything by the way Kash flinches.

He grabs the closest pepper, Mickey’s pedantic need to follow a recipe perfectly be damned, and shoves it in his basket. Kash stands there awkwardly, dumbfounded.

‘Would you mind? I need an onion.’ He says, holding his voice steady. Kash doesn’t reply, just standing and staring at him somewhat blankly. Ian points to the shelf full of onions Kash is blocking easy access to. He doesn’t move, his mouth gaping slightly as he, Ian assumes, searches for something to say. Ian shrugs, and leaning around him, grabbing a yellow onion and shoving it in his basket.

‘Hope you figured your shit out.’ He adds and that’s it, that’s all he’s going to give him. He’s not going to wish him well or say he hopes he found true love or some shit. He might’ve done when he was a kid, but not anymore, not when he could never even dream of touching a kid the way Kash did. He turns and walks confidently down the aisle, away from Kash, away from the mistakes he made as a dumb 16 year old, away from the weird and fucked up in so many ways life he used to lead. It’s weird, when he was a kid he truly believed it was him against the world - especially growing up in such a volatile lifestyle like the South Side. He wishes someone had told him properly that there’s always support if he knew where to look for it...or well, in Ian’s case, if you go to steal back a stolen gun and come back with a boyfriend, husband, instead.

Not that it happened that easily, he’s not kidding himself.

As he scans the beans a few moments later, he makes a silent vow to never let his and Mickey’s future kid - because it’s happening, no matter how many times Mickey scoffs at the suggestion - ever feel like they have to go to a strange middle aged man for comfort.

Or anyone else for that matter. They’re gonna be such fucking good parents.

The thought about their future is warm and sits happily in his stomach, bubbling away lightly. He doesn’t feel too thrown off from seeing Kash, the pent up tension slowly ebbing away as he allows himself to relish for a moment on his and Mickey’s future. A future they finally get to have, think about and plan. It’s finally in arms reach and they are going to achieve absolutely everything that they want to from now on. Jobs, kids, money? A house of their own? Cats, dogs, and maybe even a goddamn Hamster.

It doesn’t matter, they’re gonna do it all.

So yeah, Kash, thanks for that.

#gallavich #gallavich fics #shameless #shameless fics #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich

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nostalgiaispeace · 5 years ago

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1668.

1. What is your idea of perfect happiness? being content

2. What is your greatest fear? losing people i love

3. What is the trait you most deplore (dislike) in yourself? lol everything

4. What is your greatest extravagance? i don’t really have any?

5. What is your current state of mind? tipsy

6. What do you consider the most overrated virtue? i’m not sure

7. On what occasion do you lie? like never

8. What do you most dislike about your appearance? everything

9. Which living person do you most despise? the man who assaulted me

10. What is the quality you most like in a man? my husband

11. What is the quality you most like in a woman? -

12. Which words or phrases do you most overuse? “like”

13. What or who is the greatest love of your life? my husband

14. When and where were you the happiest? not sure

15. Which talent would you most like to have? dancing

16. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? less sensitive

17. What do you consider your greatest achievement? i’m not sure

18. If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be? a cat

19. Where would you most like to live? english countryside

20. What is your most treasured possession? my stuffed frog

21. What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? depression?

22. What is your favorite career? psychology

23. What is your most marked characteristic? idk

24. What do you value most in your friends? trust

25. Who are your favorite writers? JK Rowling and Stephen King

26. Who is your hero of fiction? Harry Potter

27. Which historical figure do you most identify with? Marilyn Monroe

28. Who are your heroes in real life? Lana Del Rey

29. What are your favorite names? i don’t really have any

30. What is it that you most dislike? life

31. What is your greatest regret? lol

32. How would you like to die? by my own hand

33. What is your motto? i don’t have one

34. Do you like watching reruns? sure

35. Have you ever won any kind of contest yourself? yes

36. What gives you cheap thrills? buying stuff

37. What do you think is worth waiting for? love

38. Are you an organ donor, if so why/why not? yes because might as well help someone if i can

39. Should parenting classes be mandatory for new parents? yes

40. What is the number one thing people are always asking you for help with? idk

41. What movie did you love the original but hated the sequel to? i’m not sure

42. Are you more talk and less action or vice versa? more talk

43. Have you ever given someone a handmade present? probably

44. What type of person angers you the most? selfish

45. Could you live without electricity for a week? maybe

46. Do you think Great Britain should be a part of a united Europe? i dunno?

47. Have you ever eaten a whole tube of pringles by yourself? yeah

48. Do you like champagne, if so, what is your favorite brand? no

49. What nervous habits do you have? biting my nails

50. What do you do when you and your best friend get into a fight? we don’t

51. What do you think should be a wonder of the world that currently isn’t? idk

52. What comforts you on bad days? books

53. Do you treat yourself and your body with respect? not really

54. Something you eat that other people would find gross. idk

55. Have you ever broken the law and didn’t get caught, if so how? i speed alot so i guess

56. Something you fear might change you. idk

57. What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you? selfishness

58. Have you ever resented someone, if so what for? i mean i’m sure i have

59. Do you have a favorite t-shirt, if so what’s on it or what does it say? not really

60. How old do you think is too old to have a baby? idk?

61. How have you changed over the last five years? well, yeah

62. Have you ever painted a house? Not that i recall

63. Have you ever had a surprise party (that was an actual surprise)? no

64. What makes you feel miserable? me

65. What’s the best costume you’ve ever worn? hermione

66. What’s been the hardest loss you’ve had to take? my grandpa and cat dying

67. Do you like sunny days or rainy days more? depends on my mood

68. What does your typical Friday night look like? chilling

69. Who is your favorite movie director and what’s your favorite movie from them? omgsh i have so many.....i’m just a film nerd

70. What is the furthest you’ve ever got a paper airplane to fly? idk

71. Do you like the person you are becoming? not really

72. What’s the highest you’ve ever jumped into the water from? idk

73. What inspires your ideas? movies or books i would guess

74. Have you ever assembled furniture by yourself? not that i recall

75. Have you ever bolstered your resume to get a job you really wanted? no

76. How emotional are you? very

77. Have you ever had an internship, if not what would be your dream intern job? idk

78. Do you prefer chicken, beef, or seafood? beef

79. Have you ever had a health scare? no

80. What do you love most about the holiday season? films

81. Do you think a fling could be a good thing? not for me

82. What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can? i need my routine

83. What do or did you hate the most about dating or the dating process? i don’t remember

84. What do you frown upon when it comes to raising kids? throwing an ipad in a kids face

85. Have you ever been professionally photographed? yes

86. Where or how do you find serenity? idk

87. Do you influence people more than they influence you? i hope not

88. What can you do to make your life better? probably a lot of things

89. If you could ask one person, alive or dead, only one question, what would you ask? Marilyn...how

90. What is your favorite hiding place? i don’t have one

91. Do you buy anything organic, if so, what is it? not really. too expensive

92. Describe yourself in terms of food. no

93. How could you reinvent yourself? idk

94. What was the name of the first album you ever bought and who was it by? baby one more time OR NSYNC

95. What is your Chinese zodiac sign and is the description accurate? i just know i’m a capricorn that’s it.

96. Do you have any prejudices you’ve admitted to yourself? i don’t think so

97. Who is the very first friend you ever remember making and how old were you? Jordan at 7

98. What makes you lose sleep? anxiety

99. What are three phases or sayings you say almost every day? “i love you” is all i can think of

100. Do you floss or use a toothpick when food gets stuck in your teeth? I floss

#me #survey

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cocochannel00 · 6 years ago

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Harry and Kids # 15 College Bound

Kids Ages: Connor (18), Rebecca (16), Grayson and Riley (14), Victoria (11), and Casey (6)

Connor is college bond and some family members take it harder than others

“Connor, is this the last box?” you asked your eldest son who had decided it would be smart to procrastinate packing till the last minute.

It was currently 7 am on what would usually be a quiet Saturday morning but with all of the boxes and kids bouncing around the house trying to get Connor’s attention you were on the verge of losing your mind. Harry and you were moving Connor into his college dorm today and to say Harry was taking it hard would be an understatement. He had managed to spend the majority of the night sobbing his eyes out at the thought of his first child leaving home. Don’t get me wrong, Harry was overjoyed with the idea of his son going to college, something Harry never got the opportunity to do, but Harry was accustomed to being the one to leave and now that the tables had turned he didn’t like it.

“Can we hold him back another year? I mean no harm in that right, might even make him smarter!” he stated while curled up in bed with you last night. You chuckled at his idea.

“Love he was top of his class and he’s going to an amazing school, I don’t think he needs anymore high school” you mentioned as you wiped the stray tears from his eyes.

“He’ll be fine, don’t worry. My college experience was fine and he’s a smart kid. You still have another five kids at home to pester you about help with math homework” you stated as Harry scoffed.

“Please, you and I both know I’m no help with math homework. I know he’ll be ok but I’m going to miss him. I was bad when Gemma left and now that it’s my kid I’m on the verge of a breakdown” he mumbled into your shoulder as he tried to close his eyes and ignore the problem.

You were upset that Connor was leaving you, after all, he had always very much been a momma’s boy and you absolutely loved it. Having Harry always being on tour growing up also helped in this situation as you had gotten so used to him leaving for long tours that having Connor go to college wasn’t as stressful for you. That’s not to say that you didn’t cry in bed because you did (for a good hour after putting the kids to bed). You knew that everything would work out just fine in the end though.

“Mom I can’t find my black leather jacket! You know the one Uncle Mitch gave me last year for Christmas?” Connor screamed from upstairs as he dragged a box into the hallway.

“Honey I don’t know where you put. Check your closet, love” you reply as you begin to search the downstairs part of the house for the jacket.

You had just finished looking through the coat closet near the front door when you saw a black jacket wrapped around one of your little ones. You crept over to the couch where they lay, careful not to wake them up if they were asleep, but what you find instead is more heartbreaking. Under Connor’s leather jacket lies a quietly sobbing Grayson curled up in a ball on the couch.

“Oh baby, what’s wrong?” you whispered quietly to the crying boy as you carefully sat down next to him and ran your hands through his curly hair.

“He can’t leave mom, he can’t” he whispered quietly, “Who’s gonna bring me to fun concerts or teach me how to play the drums or- or-or” he continued as sobs continued to come from his mouth.

You wrapped him in your arms carefully as you rocked him back and forth. Grayson and Connor had always been close especially for there love of music. On any given Sunday you could wake up to the two of them blasting Queen and Fleetwood Mac in the kitchen and using all of your frying pans as drums. You knew Gray was going to take it the hardest (although Harry was a close second) but you weren’t expecting it to be this soon.

“Baby, don’t worry he’s going to be back soon. We can always go visit him too, its ok. I’m sure dad would love to teach the drums or him and I can take you to concerts too” you replied back as you pushed his hair away from his forehead.

“It’s not the same though” he sulked as he tried to sniffle the last of his tears.

“I know baby, I know, but we’ll try our best” you stated.

You knew it wouldn’t be the same. Connor always had this livelihood to him that made everyone around him smile, much like Harry. Every time they went to a concert Connor would make the two of them “disguises” so they could join the crowd in the mosh pits and not be recognized. It was one of the few times in which the two of them could just be normal kids and not just “Hary Styles’ sons”.

“Mom, did you find it? I swear I left it in the kitchen or maybe... hey what’s wrong in here” Connor asked quietly as he sees Grayson in your arms, the leather jacket laying on his lap.

Grayson quickly attempted to wipe his tears while mumbling a quiet “nothing”.

“Hey come on now talk to me?” Connor replied as you slowly got up and left the two boys to talk.

You walked out into the driveway to see Harry trying to shove the last box into the trunk of the Range Rover. Praying there was nothing fragile inside as your husband slammed the door shut you carefully wrapped your arms around his back.

“Is that everything?” you mumbled as you placed a kiss to his shoulder. He turned around in your grasp, cradling you to his chest as he placed a kiss to your temple.

“Just missing the Connor” he mumbled back sadly. You squeezed his waist tightly.

“He’s talking with Grayson right now” you whispered as Harry bit his lip nodding his head. He knew how hard it would be for Gray to see his big brother leave.

The two of you made your way back into the house and headed for the kitchen, seeing the other four of your kids sulking at the dining table, each with a bowl of cereal. You kissed each of their heads before picking up Casey and sitting her on your lap.

“Hey, he’s going to be back and visit every once in a while. We’re going up for family’s weekend in a month, it will all work out.” You reassured them as Harry stole a spoonful of cheerios from Victoria’s bowl.

“I know its just going to be weird not having him at home or at school, you know?” Rebecca stated as she swirled her spoon around.

“I know baby but the twins start at the same school as you so you have them. And Connor will always just be a call or a car ride away,” you stated as you nudged Harry with your elbow hoping he would some encouraging words to the conversation.

“Uh yeah... I think... See I felt the same way when Gemma left for college. It was before the band and it had always just been me and her through everything. I remember I cried a lot for a couple of days but then I realized that it would all be ok. She came back for holidays and things and it was like she never left” He said just as Connor and Grayson walked back into the room.

“Ok, I’m ready when you two are. Come on guys I want a hug before I leave” Connor announced as he opened his arms.

Victoria was the first to give him a hug, followed by a crying Rebecca and Riley who’s eyes had begun to water. They each gave him a quick hug before Casey wiggled out of your arms and rushed to Connor, tears starting to stream down her face. The sight before you made your eyes water. This had definitely been the hardest goodbye for your kids. As Connor whispered something in Casey’s ear, making her giggle, Grayson came up to you and wrapped his leather jacket covered arms around your waist. You gave him a squeeze before placing a kiss to his forehead and slowly rubbing your hands up and down his back.

“Alright bud we should probably head out, don’t want to get caught into much traffic” Harry stated as he grabbed the car keys off the table. Connor passed Casey to Rebecca and gave a quick wave goodbye before heading out the door towards the car.

Harry started up the car as the three of you got in to start the five-hour car ride.

“You ok love?” you asked Connor as you watched him quickly wipe tears from his face.

“Yeah I’m alright, just hard to leave them you know” he replied back.

The rest of the car ride was spent with Harry blasting music trying to make the atmosphere a little more upbeat and happy. The three of you laughed and sang and talked the whole way there, only making one stop for gas (and for a tube of Pringles). It was a little past two that afternoon when you arrived on campus and after Harry getting lost for a good ten minutes and refusing to ask for directions you finally made it to his dorm.

A couple of students welcomed you at the door and helped Harry and you get everything loaded out of the car as Connor went to go check in and get his room key.

“So this is what going to college looks like? You know it doesn’t seem that bad. The dorm actually looks kind of nice” Harry mumbles as he grabs the last box from the car.

“My freshman dorm building had cockroaches in most of the bathrooms and my room was so small me and my roommate could touch hands from our beds that were on opposite sides of the room” you stated as you made your way into the building.

“That’s disgusting love, don’t tell me that” he replied as he searches the room full of parents and students for your son.

Connor gives you two a quick way as he helps lead the two boys helping you with his things up to his floor into the elevator. You and Harry followed closely behind as you made your way up to the sixth floor. After thanking the two boys Connor opened the door to his room.

“Nope I take it back, University is awful. I’m glad I didn’t go” Harry announces as he sees the small room Connor will have to share for the year.

“Dad its fine, come on help me get my record player set up on the desk,” Connor stated as you began to take out his folded clothes from the boxes and put it in the draws and closet.

The three of you worked together quietly as the record player played The Beatles album “Abbey Road”. You had just finished hanging up his winter coat when a small knock was heard on the door. Connor carefully opened the door, trying to avoid hitting any of the boxes that were sprawled out and saw a boy outside the door. He was about the same height as Harry, maybe a little taller with dark brown hair and eyes and olive skin.

“Hey, sorry to barge in. my names Lucas, I’m your roommate. These are my parents Pedro and Anna ” the boy stated with a smile as he gestured two the middle age couple behind him.

You all introduced yourself quickly as Connor and Lucas began to discuss living arrangements and what they would keep in their fridge. His family was lovely and you found out that both of his parents were originally from Spain but now lived about twenty minutes away. You ended up exchanging numbers with Anna as a precaution in case anything happened to either boy and to be able to better keep track of your baby. After a while of talking the three of you excused yourselves to let Lucas set up his side of the room.

You spent the next two hours eating at a local restaurant with Connor and stopping by the grocery store to stock his room up with water and other essentials (you weren’t sure how a box of 50 fruit snacks was a necessity but it somehow made it into the cart). When you came back in the room Lucas and his family were heading downstairs to say their last goodbyes before his parents went back home You decided it was easiest to say your own goodbyes up here now as it was getting late and you still had a long drive home.

“So I guess this is it” Connor announced as he rocked back and forth on his feet before bringing you into a tight hug, burying his head in your shoulder much like Harry does when he’s upset.

Your eyes filled with tears as you ran your hands through his hair carefully as he cried while telling him how proud you were of him. You placed a kiss onto his cheek before releasing him so he could say goodbye to Harry. The minute he was out of your grasp Harry wrapped Connor up in a bear hug as the two of them sobbed. You cried quietly as you watch the two of them whisper things to each other until the two of them let out a stranged laugh. Harry released Connor from his grasp and held him at an arm's length.

“I might be going on tour this year but if you need anything, anything at all, don’t be afraid to call me ok? I’ll fly out, I’ll sit and listen. Just know that I’m always here, ok?” Harry instructed as Connor gave him a quick nod, both men wiping the last couple of tears from their eyes.

You both said your last goodbye’s as a puffy-eyed Lucas came up again. You gave him a quick hug before stating, “Connor has money for dinner, make sure you both go out and eat something before you’re stuck with dining hall food all year, ok?”

Lucas chuckled before giving you a quick thanks and walking in the room. Connor closed it behind the two of you and you heard both boys talking behind the door.

“Dude you and I can’t go looking like this” Connor stated as Lucas gave a quick laugh and replied back “I know we’re going to look like absolute wankers if we don’t get it together”.

You smiled at their conversation, knowing that he would be just fine. You and Harry walked to the car and just as you were about to get in Harry handed you the keys and began to sob into your shoulder again. It took everything in you not roll your eyes at the blubbering mess your husband had become. If he was this emotional now you can only imagine how much of a mess he was when he moved out at sixteen. You rubbed his back softly as you carefully opened the passenger door for him, passing him a packet of tissues from the cup holder. You mumbled some reassuring words before getting into the driver's seat and starting the car.

Harry stopped crying about halfway through the trip so the two of you switched spots at one of the rest stops. You slept the majority of the way back as Harry decided to play all of his favorite sad songs. You made it back to your house a little before 11pm. You could see some faint lights from the upstairs bedrooms and the living room light on as you pulled into the driveway. The two of you carefully got out of the car and made your way inside, finding Riley and Rebecca watching a baking show on the couch.

“Hey, how did it go?” Riley whispered quietly as you sat down on the edge of the couch with them.

“Good, good. He’s all set up and his roommate Lucas is lovely. Your father balled for about three hours on the car ride back but it was good” you stated as the two of them laughed at their dad.

“Hey you know I’m a sensitive man” Harry grumbled from the kitchen where he was making himself a sandwich. The three of you rolled your eyes before you sent your kids off to their rooms with a quick peck on the cheek.

You carefully folded up the blanket they had been using and turned off the lights and the Tv before going up to check on the rest of your kids. You made your way through the hallway and found that Victoria and Casey were both happily asleep in their beds but when you went to see Grayson you found his room empty. You furrowed your eyebrows and heard Harry’s elephant-like footsteps come up the stairs. Just when you were about to ask if Grayson was somewhere downstairs you saw that the light to Connor’s room was still on. Carefully the two of you walked to the end of the hall to see Grayson tucked into Connor’s bed, hugging his pillow tightly. You could see the tear stains on the pillowcase but he looked much calmer then he had before even if he had fallen asleep in the leather jacket Connor had left him.

“You know when Gemma left for University I slept in her bed for a whole week” Harry mumbled as he took another bite of his sandwich. You nodded your head while bitting your bottom lip softly.

“You think he’ll be ok?” you whispered back as the two of you stared at the sleeping boy from the door.

“I think he’ll be fine (Y/n), I mean, I was. Come on leave him be, I want to cuddle you in bed for a bit, maybe even eat you for dessert” he announced as he placed a kiss on your cheek playfully and walked towards your bedroom.

You rolled your eyes at your husband and walked into Connor’s room to pull down the blinds and turn off the lamp. You placed a quick kiss on Grayson’s head before leaving the room and carefully closing the door behind you. Tomorrow was going to be a tough day for everyone but you knew that in the end, everything would be ok. The Styles family wasn’t going to break this easily, you were sure of it.

@thereal(y/n): Can’t believe our oldest baby is off to college!! Wish we could have kept you this small forever!

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surveystodestressme · 5 years ago

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3000 question survey pt 1

1. What is your idea of perfect happiness?

being healthy and alive and well

2. What is your greatest fear?

being killed or kidnapped or just dying in general

3. What is the trait you most deplore (dislike) in yourself?

I can be really mean and hurtful

4. What is your greatest extravagance?

oh i don’t know

5. What is your current state of mind?

i am doing okay.

6. What do you consider the most overrated virtue?

just being a good human being

7. On what occasion do you lie?

i try to never lie

8. What do you most dislike about your appearance?

i am super acne prone

9. Which living person do you most despise?

rapists and murderers, no specific person

10. What is the quality you most like in a man?

humor

11. What is the quality you most like in a woman?

also humor

12. Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

too many of them

13. What or who is the greatest love of your life?

my boyfriend or my cat

14. When and where were you the happiest?

i don’t know off the top of my head

15. Which talent would you most like to have?

i would love to be able to make things or fix things

16. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

i wish i was nicer and was more patient

17. What do you consider your greatest achievement?

getting through college (almost, haven’t graduated yet but i’m certain that i will)

18. If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be?

a golden retriever in a rich home that will spoil me

19. Where would you most like to live?

somewhere warm all the time

20. What is your most treasured possession?

my cat (don’t really count her as a possession but i treasure her dearly)

21. What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

i don’t know

22. What is your favorite career?

astronaut

23. What is your most marked characteristic?

i like to think i am pretty helpful

24. What do you value most in your friends?

honesty and loyalty

25. Who are your favorite writers?

i don’t really have one

26. Who is your hero of fiction?

27. Which historical figure do you most identify with?

i don’t know

28. Who are your heroes in real life?

my sister and my mother

29. What are your favorite names?

i always liked Parker

30. What is it that you most dislike?

bad people

31. What is your greatest regret?

trying to kill myself when i was younger and all the people i hurt because of it

32. How would you like to die?

i would not like to die painfully

33. What is your motto?

i don’t really think i have one

34. Do you like watching reruns?

yes!

35. Have you ever won any kind of contest yourself?

i think so

36. What gives you cheap thrills?

i don’t know

37. What do you think is worth waiting for?

love

38. Are you an organ donor, if so why/why not?

i think so? I mean if i can be useful after death, why not

39. Should parenting classes be mandatory for new parents?

yes, a lot of people i know that have had kids have no idea wtf they’re doing and they are going to fuck their kid up

40. What is the number one thing people are always asking you for help with?

advice on relationships, schoolwork, pets, etc.

41. What movie did you love the original but hated the sequel to?

there are plenty.

42. Are you more talk and less action or vice versa?

more talk lol

43. Have you ever given someone a handmade present?

yes! plenty of times. i definitely think that is the best kind of present to get. i love getting handmade presents

44. What type of person angers you the most?

rude people and stupid people

45. Could you live without electricity for a week?

yeah probably

46. Do you think Great Britain should be a part of a united Europe?

i don’t care

47. Have you ever eaten a whole tube of pringles by yourself?

probably

48. Do you like champagne, if so, what is your favorite brand?

i don’t mind champagne but i would not go out of my way to drink it

49. What nervous habits do you have?

i bite my nails, bite my lip, bite the inside of my cheek

50. What do you do when you and your best friend get into a fight?

i don’t really fight with my friends.

51. What do you think should be a wonder of the world that currently isn’t?

i don’t know

52. What comforts you on bad days?

my cat

53. Do you treat yourself and your body with respect?

i like to think so

54. Something you eat that other people would find gross.

i make ramen and i out ranch, hot sauce, and cheese in it

55. Have you ever broken the law and didn’t get caught, if so how?

yeah, trespassed more times than i can count.

56. Something you fear might change you.

moving away from my friends and family

57. What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?

arrogance, rudeness

58. Have you ever resented someone, if so what for?

yeah but i don’t really remember what for

59. Do you have a favorite t-shirt, if so what’s on it or what does it say?

i have plenty of favorite sweatshirts but no favorite shirts

60. How old do you think is too old to have a baby?

probably late 40s

61. How have you changed over the last five years?

oh god, plenty. i’m not a suicidal teenager anymore. i eat now. i don’t hurt myself

62. Have you ever painted a house?

the inside

63. Have you ever had a surprise party (that was an actual surprise)?

yes!! they are so much fun

64. What makes you feel miserable?

when people are mean to me

65. What’s the best costume you’ve ever worn?

i was chucky one year, i even did my own makeup

66. What’s been the hardest loss you’ve had to take?

my cat, lily, when she passed away

67. Do you like sunny days or rainy days more?

sunny

68. What does your typical Friday night look like?

usually sitting on my computer playing video games, watching movies/shows, or doing homework/studying. i rock climb too on fridays

69. Who is your favorite movie director and what’s your favorite movie from them?

i don’t really care about the directors of movies, i don’t pay attention to that stuff

70. What is the furthest you’ve ever got a paper airplane to fly?

not very

71. Do you like the person you are becoming?

i think so, at least for the most part

72. What’s the highest you’ve ever jumped into the water from?

not very far. there is a swing into a creek near my parents house

73. What inspires your ideas?

a lot of different things, inspiration comes from everywhere

74. Have you ever assembled furniture by yourself?

not by myself

75. Have you ever bolstered your resume to get a job you really wanted?

yes

76. How emotional are you?

very

77. Have you ever had an internship, if not what would be your dream intern job?

i interned at a vet clinic last summer

78. Do you prefer chicken, beef, or seafood?

i would usually say beef but lately i’ve been craving seafood

79. Have you ever had a health scare?

nah

80. What do you love most about the holiday season?

decorating

81. Do you think a fling could be a good thing?

sure

82. What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?

actually doing something with my hair lol. i hate dealing with it

83. What do or did you hate the most about dating or the dating process?

i don’t mind dating, it feels good to date but i’m always worried that i will say the wrong thing

84. What do you frown upon when it comes to raising kids?

when people raise them wrong

85. Have you ever been professionally photographed?

for family photos, yeah

86. Where or how do you find serenity?

reading or writing

87. Do you influence people more than they influence you?

i don’t know

88. What can you do to make your life better?

try harder

89. If you could ask one person, alive or dead, only one question, what would you ask?

i would ask any dead person what it is like to die and what comes after, if anything

90. What is your favorite hiding place?

someplace where no one would find me

91. Do you buy anything organic, if so, what is it?

nope

92. Describe yourself in terms of food.

delicious

93. How could you reinvent yourself?

plenty of ways

94. What was the name of the first album you ever bought and who was it by?

it was one of gwen stefanis first albums but i don’t remember which one

95. What is your Chinese zodiac sign and is the description accurate?

aries, i don’t know the description tbh

96. Do you have any prejudices you’ve admitted to yourself?

plenty

97. Who is the very first friend you ever remember making and how old were you?

kristen in kindergarten

98. What makes you lose sleep?

worrying

99. What are three phases or sayings you say almost every day?

there are too many

100. Do you floss or use a toothpick when food gets stuck in your teeth?

yes

#bored #quiz #questions #survey

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cutiecrates · 5 years ago

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Cutie Reviews: Yume Twins Feb 19

Hello! Welcome to the February boxes :3 I love Valentines Day (even if I celebrate it on my own...), the chocolate, all the PINK, glitter, hearts!

It’s so lovely~

Plus you can get some really good chocolate on sale :P

Anyway, let’s get started!

“Happy Valentines YumeTwins family! The season of love is here! Whether you’re all loved up or a single pringle, we’ve made sure this month’s box is as lovely as you are! With this month’s theme being Spoil Me Sweet, we’ve really gone all out with the items this month to make sure you’re feeling spoilt! Think of it as a Valentine’s gift from your not so secret admirer, YumeTwins! As always, your box is full to the brim with kawaii goods that are both practical and cute! And of course we really hope you enjoy these kawaii goodies as much as we enjoyed creating this box for you!“

Contest

this month, the contest was to use the included straw and make a cute drink with it, then take a picture and upload. The prizes were oddly Mario-themed, but who doesn’t love Mario right? x3

Look at the adorable Boo plushie for first place, but the runner-ups also get a really fun looking Mario balance game.

Yume Prize

For this month, we get some Badtz Maru and Sumikko Gurashi items. There’s a fair bit of contrast between these two sets of items, which makes it interesting doesn’t it?

Sanrio Straw

I decided to start with an item I already have, sorta. For any long-time readers/viewers, you might recall the My Melody straw I got several months back from a box. I was a little sad because Hello Kitty is my favorite and I’d have preferred getting her when she’s an option, but this time I did :D so now I have both~

Okay so... because this is a straw, I don’t really have much to say about it... But I will say that My Melody is holding up fine and it’s really fun to drink with- and I feel the same way about this one; although Hello Kitty’s tubing is less complex and stuff gets through it more easily/quicker.

If you see these I’d recommend them.

Kawaii Pen Clip

Speaking of Hello Kitty, our next item is this pretty looking “Pen Clip“. A Pen Clip is an item you put a pen in, then you attach it to things like notebooks for easier finding later. For this box, there was 9 possible characters, ranging from some Sanrio, Kirby, and Doraemon. Most of them are solid gold like this, but there was a few that were colored too.

I was looking at the package, and oddly enough this specific item is worth 10 Sanrio points. The straw was only 3. I assume it has to do with the price or something, because I’ve had plush only be worth 1-2 points.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I would have been happy getting any of the possible options honestly, but as Hello Kitty girl I’m very happy~

Meanwhile, I’ve never actually seen a pen clip before so I was pretty interested in this unique item. I’m not sure its ultra-necessary, but I do like the option to have and use it. I do carry some pens in my purse but it’s really rare I actually use it- and it’s usually just to lend it to someone else who can’t find their pen. But, I do have other locations where it could be pretty helpful, so I don’t doubt I’ll use it.

The quality on it is also really nice, and it easily slides onto things to “clip it on“.

Kirby Mini Pouch

Our next item is an ultra-cute little zippered pouch with ball chain. It features a clear enamel material and an adorable Kirby face on the front, or Waddledee as you can see I got. Besides him, we could also get 2 different Kirby’s and a Meta-Knight.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Not only do I love how it looks, but it would also be very practical. You can use it to store things you might easily lose like hair items, or if you need something to take something off (like a ring or necklace) and store it in, candies, little things like hand sanitizer and eyedrops; the ideas are endless!

The only problem is, the pouch is stuffed with a plastic sheet, so if you’re concerned about its shape you might want to leave it in when not in use. I also noticed my Waddledee has a “messy face“ (which isn’t really noticeable in the pic at all, in real life he has some smudges and color fading), and this type of material can become problematic if it gets wet and is left to dry against other items.

I had to learn that the hard way with an umbrella...

Kawaii Money Box

Like the previous box I just did, we get another money storage container! For this month, we’re looking at 7 possible Sanrio characters in total to collect, and because of their cute lego-esque shape they can be stacked. It is divided into 2 sides, both of which separately hold money, and at the bottom of the bank are removable plugs.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Okay so... I’m pretty much rating it so well because I know it works, and because it’s really cute. I could see buying a couple just to use as room decor, which is probably what I’ll do for now. I just don’t have a use for it right now, I already have other ones and not everyone uses them as it is.

As an adult it’s a lot harder to save up money...

Cute Pet Eco Bag

This box is becoming more repetitive the more I go through it I find... Not only do I have a matching-ish towel (pretty sure it’s the same brand), but I have several other eco bags. But I do really like to use them so I’m not that disappointed, it always helps to have a few in case one gets dirty, or if one would suddenly break, or go missing.

This one also has some differences from my others. It doesn’t come in a cute little buttoned mini-purse, nor does it have any sort of buttons or Velcro to keep it shut. However, it actually folds in on itself to become this sort of... wallet-like shape when not in use, which you an see in the picture. I didn’t realize that when talking it, or else I would have un-folded it.

It also has a flap hanging on it you can use to sort of keep it shut, or keep it on the inside of the bag to carry smaller items like your phone, money, card, or things like candy or something.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Personally, I’m not in love with the color or design, it’s cute though. It’s also very useful as I already said, but because I already have a handful of these I decided to lend it to my mom instead. She has a bag she’s really fond of, but I thought it would be nice to give her a backup.

The quality of the bag is really nice, but it feels flimsier than my others. I’m not really sure if that will be problematic, or if it’s just nicer material used to make it. It feels smooth and soft, not “crunchy and stiff“, and I love the flap they attached to it. I’ve never seen one with that before.

Gudetama Sweets Plushie

Our last item is this Sweets-themed Gudetama plushy, either the ice cream one I got, or a donut one; both are worth 20 Sanrio points and are quite big!

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Well looking at them both, I think they are very sweet and adorable, especially if you’re a Gudetama fan or know someone who is. The detailing on it is very clear and clean, and it’s completely stuffed with cotton or fluff, giving it a stiff, but squishy feel.

And yes, his butt is visible on the back. I’m not sure about the donut version though.

♡ Cutie Ranking ♡

Content - 4.5 out of 5. All of the items have some nice detail, there was no flaws. I loved the practicality and how everything was varied, so everyone probably got something different as a whole, but as I mentioned I found it to be a little repetitive. A little. Like I got three banks now because of this one also giving us one, but out of them all I find this one less-versatile, I already got a sanrio straw, eco bags... nothing really excited me in this box.

Theme: 1 out of 5. I don’t really see the theme at all except or the Gudetama tag, which says spoil me sweet. The box doesn’t give me a valentines day or the feeling I was spoiled by items because this is the box’s normal quality anyway. I suppose you could give the items to others as presents, but that’s not really spoiling you as much as it is them... but there are people who might be like “hey I needed a coin bank, and this pen clip is terrific! They really spoiled me~“ so that isn’t to say nobody sees the theme of the box...

Total Rank: 7 out of 10. I pretty much feel about this box the same way I feel about the previous one. But I actually liked the items a bit more. I’m not really sure which one I’d say would be more worth it though, I think they both served their cunique purposes and provided practical items.

♡ Cutie Scale ♡

1. Gudetama Plush - I was pretty sure it would be my most favorite of the items I got. It’s not the most cuddly (awkward shape and all), but it’s very cute and as I’ve said before numerous times, I really like food-based items and the fact he looks like a food makes him extra-kawaii~

2. Kirby Pouch - I like clear enamel-like items such as these, and I think it’s really cute. My mood has been ruined since I started writing this, but I found looking at Waddledee perked me up a little. He might not be as cute as Kirby, but I feel a little better- and I can use him to store the candy I keep in my bed-side stand.

3. Hello Kitty Straw - I mean sure, it’s pretty plain in comparison to the other items. But I love how cute it looks, and I’ve been using it a lot as of late, much like I was using the My Melody one frequently when I got to it.

4. Eco Bag - It’s really cute and I love using these but I’m turned off my the dark green color. It’s just not my thing, I’d rather use my much lighter colored ones. But I do like its uniqueness from the others.

5. Pen Clip - It’s pretty rare to find nice metal items in these boxes. I’m not sure of the quality or anything, but I like it. The Hello Kitty I got is in a generic pose, but as she’s holding a pencil anyway, I like how it goes with the clip.

6. Bank - I think it’s pretty cute and I love the idea of getting more to stack them and stuff, but it’s not going to happen. I’m not sure I’ll ever use it.

#yumetwins #sanrio #hello kitty #gudetama #kirby #waddledee #sumikkogurashi #cutie reviews

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