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Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor, 9 (Branjie) (and background everyone) - Ortega

a/n: right. i have no words. u all deserve this chapter after last week’s anguish….so as we say in my homeland…here wi…here wi…here wi fuckin go xo

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.

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8th November 2020

The rain has got worse.

It’s evolved from drizzle into a full-scale downpour, but Vanessa supposes it’s covering up the tears that are streaming down her face as she walks down the streets with only the orange of the streetlamps lighting her way in the dark. Her jumper is still in the rehearsal studios and she’s soaked to the skin, her hair plastered against her scalp and feeling much the same as if she’d just jumped in the shower.

She is so confused and hurt. Brooke has been so kind to her, she’s been supportive and caring and brought her flowers, for fuck’s sake, flowers that Vanessa’s still holding in her grasp but perhaps she should let go because let’s face it, she’s got to let go. Vanessa was so so sure she hadn’t misread the signals but…maybe she was wrong about the whole thing, maybe she was wrong about Brooke’s feelings.

She feels so embarrassed.

She gets to the end of the road and sighs. Her phone is in the pocket of her sweatpants and when she brings it out it’s immediately covered in raindrops. It takes her three attempts to unlock it in the rain and before she knows it she’s scrolling to Monique’s contact and ringing her. She’s lucky that Monique lives close by, and before she picks up the phone Vanessa has already made the decision to start walking in the direction of her flat.

“Hello hello?”

Vanessa takes a shaky breath in because she’s got absolutely no idea what her voice will sound like when she speaks. “Mo, I need to come round. I wouldn’t ask and I know it’s late an’ you’re probably exhausted but I…I really need a friend right now.”

There isn’t even a single pause between what Vanessa says and Monique’s response. Her voice replies instantly, comforting and reassuring and urgent all at once. “Come straight round. You want wine or tea?”

“I don’t even know. Tea maybe,” Vanessa shrugs, supposing that a hangover would be the last thing she needs tomorrow considering she’ll also have to face Brooke again.

“Gotcha. See you in five, boo.”

Even the small chat she’s had with Monique has made her tears dissipate slightly. It helps Vanessa feel reassured as she quickly crosses the road, her feet landing in all different depths of rapidly-forming puddles. By the time she’s outside Monique’s stairwell and pressing its buzzer, she feels like a submerged sponge.

“Come right up.”

Vanessa takes the stairs two at a time and when she gets to Monique’s door her friend is already holding it open. Maybe it’s because she’s seeing a friendly, kind face or maybe it’s because she can finally let out her emotions in peace but when she gets to Monique she falls into her arms for a hug and starts to cry all over again. Monique holds her steadily, not even making any comment about the fact the pink flannel pyjamas she’s wearing are getting drenched by proxy from Vanessa’s half-drowned frame. After a few moments spent this way, Vanessa feels Monique step away and motion her into the flat.

“C’mon, girl.”

Vanessa follows Monique into her bedroom. She’s been here before, probably hundreds of times, but the fairy lights and soft, patterned cotton bed sheets and heavy, dark curtains are comforting to Vanessa, helping her feel relaxed. She’s standing in the middle of the room as Monique looks at her with a single raised eyebrow of confusion, taking in her drenched clothes and mascara train tracks that adorn her cheeks and the bouquet of flowers that she’s still holding in her right hand. Vanessa can almost see the cogs in Monique’s brain turning.

“Alright,” she begins slowly. “Plan of action…I’m gonna make us tea. While I’m doin’ that, you’re gonna take a shower an’ borrow a set of my pyjamas. Make sure you choose comfy ones, Lord knows you need ‘em. Uh, I’ll take these too, I guess? Put ‘em in water.”

Monique points at the flowers and Vanessa wordlessly gives them to her. Monique examines them with an appreciative gaze.

“Huh. Heliotrope an’…somethin’ else, I don’t know that one.”

Vanessa scrunches her face up. Monique’s just given her the first laugh she’s had in the past half hour. “Since when were you the queen of horticort…horitic…plant knowledge?”

Monique quirks her a smile. “Hey, if you get given enough bouquets after dance competitions you start to recognise a flower or two.”

Vanessa shrugs in agreement and, as Monique leaves the room, she does what she’s told. She jumps into Monique’s en suite, strips down and takes a hot shower. On top of being wet outside it had also been freezing, so the warm water and all the steam feel like a big hug both physically and mentally. Vanessa grabs one of the clean fluffy towels that sit on the small bamboo shelves Monique’s put up and wraps it around herself as she pads back through to the bedroom. She’s been friends with Monique for so long that she knows which of the old battered wooden antique drawers holds which item of clothing (top drawer underwear and socks, second drawer down is tops, third drawer down is bottoms and bottom drawer is pyjamas) so she grabs a soft cotton pair of pyjamas that’s comprised of an oversized t shirt and some long, baggy pyjama pants. She tucks herself up into a little ball on the bed and the moment she’s finally comfy Monique returns with two steaming mugs of tea and a packet of biscuits tucked into the crook of her elbow and pinned to her side.

“You turned up on my doorstep at the right time, girl, I got the good shit earlier on today,” Monique smiles as she hands Vanessa her mug and gets herself comfortable under the duvet next to her, pointing at the biscuits which seem to be more chocolate than biscuit. Monique offers them to Vanessa, and she declines before Monique shrugs and rips into the packet herself. As she bites into one, she gives Vanessa a questioning and concerned gaze. “You wanna talk about it?”

Vanessa hums as she thinks, winces a little as the memory of what has happened barges into her mind again. She is momentarily distracted by the wet tendrils of hair dripping through her pyjama top, the towel-drying only doing so much. She turns to Monique and pouts. “Can you braid my hair an’ I can vent?”

“Sure, doll.”

So Vanessa vents. Tells her everything, the whole situation. Monique listens and by the time Vanessa is done her hair is in two perfect braids.

“So you’re tellin’ me-” Monique begins, once Vanessa is finished talking. “- that you were a cryin’ mess when you went for the kiss?”

Vanessa scrunches up her face in a frown. “I guess so?”

“Well, bitch!” Monique shoves her and lets out a huge exasperated sigh. “Why else you think she pushed you away? Would you wanna smooch with someone cryin’ their damn eyes out?”

Vanessa pauses as she considers Monique’s words. She might have a point, but then again she didn’t see the look Brooke had given her. In Vanessa’s mind, the only possible explanation is that Brooke is disgusted with her, she’d read all the signals wrong, and that she’s probably phoned up a producer already and quit the show.

Okay, maybe she’s being a little dramatic.

Vanessa doesn’t answer Monique’s question. Instead she reaches for the phone she’s discarded on Monique’s bedside table, looks at her notifications.

2 missed calls: Brooke Lynn

B: Vanessa I’m so sorry

B: If you want to just forget it all happened that’s okay, just please don’t be embarrassed xxx

Vanessa reads the text over again. The wording of the second one is weird and it messes with her head. The fact that the ball’s in her court, the fact Brooke is telling her not to be embarrassed, the kisses…

No. Don’t get your hopes up, bitch.

“She text you?”

Vanessa sighs, feels her whole body deflate like a balloon. She nods, wordlessly passes Monique the phone. She watches her eyes dart over it quickly, Monique’s face smirking as she hands her the phone back.

“Oh my God, Vanjie. She’s panicking just as much as you are.”

“Panicking ‘cuz she’s partnered with some crazy bitch tryna pull moves on her when she’s a professional just there to take part in a competition,” Vanessa huffs. She feels herself pout a little as she looks down at her phone. “I really liked her, Mo.”

“Will you stop usin’ past tense? It’s not over! You gotta go in there tomorrow morning, hold your head high, be a professional an’ act like nothing’s happened.”

Vanessa suddenly has a thought. “Oh my God.”

“What?”

“I choreographed a fuckin’ Argentine Tango.”

Monique lets out a howl of a laugh as Vanessa puts her head in her hands and sinks down against the pillows. If Brooke thought their Salsa was hot Vanessa doesn’t even know how she’s going to react when she reveals the dance they’re doing tomorrow.

And tomorrow rolls around quickly. Vanessa drags herself into the studios, borrows rehearsal clothes from Monique which are ever-so-slightly too small for her but are preferable to wearing the crumpled outfit she’d been wearing in the rain yesterday. Monique flanks her as she walks with her from her flat, keeping her distracted with mindless chatter and silly jokes which Vanessa pretends to laugh at. Monique doesn’t seem to mind the fake laughter though, and when they arrive at the studios she gives Vanessa a tight hug and tells her to text her to tell her how things go.

Vanessa waits. She paces the rehearsal room and thanks God that they don’t have their filming slot first that day. She barely slept the night before, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how to play the situation, and she’s concluded that if Brooke is giving her the option to pretend that Sunday never happened she’s going to take her up on that. Though she feels her already flimsy resolve breaking down as she finally sees Brooke enter the room, her face pale and her eyes puffy indicating a similar lack of sleep. Her hair hasn’t been brushed and her ponytail is what can only be described as bumpy, stray hairs sticking up from her scalp at all angles. She’s wearing a huge baggy hoodie with her exercise leggings and it’s swallowing her up, though from her expression it seems as if Brooke doesn’t mind.

For a moment there’s a sort of standoff. Vanessa waits for Brooke to speak first and it seems as if Brooke is doing the same for her. It’s Vanessa that finally speaks first, her guilt overtaking her.

“Morning,” she says simply. It’s only then that she registers the fact that Brooke is carrying a plastic bag.

“Hey. You, uh. You left your jumper and your speakers, so I brought them in today.”

“Thanks.”

Vanessa scuffs her shoe against the floor, casts her eyes to the ground. Brooke seemingly takes this as her cue to speak.

“Do you want to talk about what happened yesterday?”

Vanessa cringes. She hopes she doesn’t do so visibly. She casts her eyes back up to Brooke, makes sure she’s got eye contact when she delivers her words. “Why, what happened yesterday?”

Brooke frowns, opens her mouth as if to remind her then snaps it closed again as she clearly realises what Vanessa wants to do. She gives a small smile which doesn’t meet her eyes. “Nothing.”

“Okay,” Vanessa nods curtly. She takes a deep breath, because Brooke is still her dance partner and they’re still competing and they’re still going to be on TV in six days’ time, so she pulls her shoulders back and fixes her with the best smile she can manage. “Let’s warm up. Then I’ll tell you what we’re doin’ this week.”

The kiss doesn’t get brought up again. That’s good. Vanessa’s glad. There’s nothing to say, so instead of talking they rehearse. They rehearse and rehearse and rehearse and they barely talk apart from that. Vanessa saves her communication for her choreography, in touches and Ochos and the way her body moves in Brooke’s hold. Vanessa’s still marking the majority of the dance, careful not to push herself too far, but she makes sure to put extra effort in when she’s teaching Brooke the Ganchos and they hook their legs together. Vanessa is sure Brooke gets extra quiet during those sections, and her eyes go all dark and heavy. She wants to believe Brooke likes her, wants to believe maybe she did want to reciprocate their kiss on Sunday, but the last time she got her hopes up that high Brooke had pulled away so she’s wary of doing so again. Still, though, the Argentine suits Brooke. The way she takes control and leads, the power in everything she does. Vanessa’s head is already a concrete mixer of emotions and horny is one she really doesn’t want to have to add to the list, but when Brooke puts one arm around her waist, lifts her up and drags her across the rehearsal room floor while Vanessa’s thigh is hooked over her hip it’s hard not to have some sort of visceral reaction.

The tension builds over days. They’ve been entirely professional all week, not even exchanged so much as a text and it’s eating Vanessa up inside. So when it gets to late evening on Wednesday and it’s dark outside and Vanessa has peeled off her jumper and sweats and is wearing a pair of little cycling shorts and a sports bra to rehearse in, she honestly doesn’t know how it’s going to go when she suggests a full run of the dance.

“If we get it so that we’re nailing it by tonight then we got Thursday, Friday an’ Saturday morning to polish it,” Vanessa explains to Brooke as she walks over to her phone and makes to re-start the music.

“Sure. Sounds good,” Brooke nods easily. She adjusts the table and chair that they start off their dance with, makes sure the napkin is in place. Vanessa swallows her anxieties and presses play, dashing over to the chair and sitting down in it.

“Full energy, okay?” she reminds Brooke, although she’s not sure she needs a reminder given that Brooke’s been putting her all into even tiny counts of eight.

The music starts and on the first beat Vanessa stretches out, places her hand against the table. Right on cue, Brooke has grabbed her forearm. Vanessa whips her head around to face her and Brooke draws their faces close with the palm of her hand flat against Vanessa’s cheek. Their eyes connect and for a second, Vanessa thinks she can see what looks like longing in the dark of Brooke’s pupils.

It’s just the dance. She has to be imagining it.

As quickly as she’s there Brooke is suddenly gone, spinning around and slamming her hand against the napkin in time with Vanessa. They raise it up so it’s level between them and Vanessa uses it to twirl in close to Brooke, their bodies instantly pressed together. Brooke’s got both hands on the napkin now and she’s using it to keep Vanessa close to her as she leans back then spins between Brooke’s left and right side. As Brooke lets go of the prop with one hand and Vanessa twirls across to the other side of the ballroom, she watches her scrunch the napkin up and slam it to the floor. The action makes her catch her breath. Brooke’s a good actress, and they’ve done this section hundreds of times, but the passion and frustration with which she’s doing it this time almost knocks Vanessa off balance.

Is she…? No.

They reach the section where they’re in hold but showing off the footwork. Vanessa doesn’t do it all, only makes sure she’s connecting legs with Brooke for the Ganchos, but it’s probably for the best as the eye contact they’re giving each other and the close proximity between their faces is almost burning. Part of Vanessa wants to look away it’s so intense, but they’re running the full dance and she did tell Brooke to give full energy so she has to hold up her end of that. They’re perfectly in sync the entire time, Brooke having memorised the choreography so well. Brooke lifts her to drag her across the floor and if Vanessa deliberately hooks her leg a little higher on Brooke’s waist then it’s simply a happy coincidence.

The next section flows well (Brooke makes a few little mistakes she’ll pull her up on) and when Brooke lifts Vanessa to spin her round her cheek is pressed against her chest and it sends a shockwave down Vanessa’s spine. Their faces are close again as they walk across the rehearsal room floor, Vanessa dipping down facing away from Brooke to extend her leg between Brooke’s open ones. Her arms lock around Brooke’s thighs for support and Brooke grips onto them as she helps her up, the power and force she uses when she spins Vanessa round and presses their foreheads together sending Vanessa up in flames. They’ve danced through these individual sections so many times but put together it’s almost too much. There’s an atmosphere in the air and Vanessa realises it’s the exact same as when they’d rehearsed the Salsa. They cross the floor once more and it reaches the point where Vanessa jumps up to straddle Brooke’s waist with both her legs. Brooke spins her round and Vanessa brings her arms up to cradle the back of her neck. As Brooke slows her spin she reaches the part where she’s meant to dip Vanessa, lower her to the ground, but she’s stopped dancing, electing instead to keep her eye contact steady and burning with Vanessa’s. Vanessa knows she should maybe lower one of her legs, or perhaps both of them, but she’s still got them both wrapped around Brooke’s waist and the fact Brooke’s still holding her without even so much as a tremble is too much. Brooke leans in, presses her forehead against Vanessa’s, and Vanessa can only hold her breath as Brooke squeezes her eyes shut. They’ve never been physically closer to each other and Vanessa knows she should do something, knows she should move the dance along, but her heart is begging Brooke to say something, to do something. She’d do it herself but making the first move didn’t seem to work out for her so great last time.

“Tell me that Sunday happened,” Brooke murmurs, and Vanessa’s heart stops. “Tell me you kissed me.”

Vanessa flushes red. Momentarily, she wonders if this is something Brooke’s doing to build chemistry between them during the dance. If it is then she’s quitting the entire show. Vanessa closes her own eyes, almost embarrassed to admit it. When she opens them, Brooke’s opened hers too and fuck, her eye contact is searing.

“I did,” she confirms. Then, because she’s petty and can’t let her off the hook easily, she raises her eyebrows. “But you never kissed back, remember?”

Vanessa sees the regret flash in Brooke’s eyes for only a second and then the sparkle is back. “No, that doesn’t sound like me. I don’t think that happened. Maybe I’m remembering it wrong though, maybe you need to remind me.”

Vanessa feels as if her synapses are melting. She’s basically being invited to kiss Brooke again, she’s confirming to her that it wasn’t a mistake, she wants it to happen again, that her pulling away the first time was…down to something else? She’s still not going to give Brooke what she wants that easily, though, so she cocks an eyebrow, tilts her head thoughtfully as she pulls back a little. “I’m sure you can remind yourself.”

Brooke doesn’t look deterred by this. She shrugs, fixes Vanessa with a soft smirk. “Okay.”

When Brooke gently leans in and meets Vanessa’s lips with hers, Vanessa is sure she sees fireworks going off in the dark of her closed eyes. She feels them too, they’re happening in every cell of her body because Brooke is voluntarily kissing her and she doesn’t know what this means but she’s going to take a wild guess and say that maybe, just maybe, Brooke likes her back after all. Brooke kisses like she dances- passionate, careful, fucking perfect. As Vanessa kisses back she’s trying not to speed things along, trying to make the moment last as long as she can, but it’s hard not to be eager and urgent and to kiss Brooke with a hunger she hadn’t known she was in possession of until now. She’s brought her hands around from the back of Brooke’s neck- one tangled in her hair, the other softly cupping her cheek- and she tries to channel all her gentleness into them, stroking her skin with her thumb gently as if Brooke is breakable and fragile like the moment they’re sharing.

It’s Vanessa who pulls away first (if only so she doesn’t give Brooke the upper hand of being the first one to pull away twice) and, as she’s depositing herself back on the floor to stand up, she can’t help but break out into a smile because Brooke is blushing and beaming at her and her arms are still wrapped around her waist.

Vanessa doesn’t really know what to say. That…happened. She’s confused, though. Just over twenty-four hours ago Brooke had been pulling away, not pulling her in. Vanessa thinks it’s almost too good to be true.

“Can we talk about all this?” Vanessa says before her brain has a chance to weigh up if it’s a good idea or not. Brooke’s smile falters and Vanessa feels guilty. “Not in a bad way, I just…like, my head is mush.”

“No, no, I get it. Of course we can,” Brooke nods, slides her arms away from Vanessa’s waist. “Here? Or in the canteen? We could go back to mine but it’s a bit far away.”

Vanessa pulls on her oversized jumper and then the green parka she’d wrapped herself up in to protect from the November cold. “I know a place.”

Vanessa drags the pair of them onto the tube and they travel to the Thames embankment, where they stop off at a nearby chippy to grab a styrofoam carton of chips each. The atmosphere between them has shifted- gone are the frosty silences and short conversations. Instead the two of them talk easily, bicker and laugh and flirt about nothing in particular. Vanessa knows they’ll talk things through once they’re comfortable so she settles on rolling her eyes at Brooke making fish puns in the middle of the chip shop (“when you said you knew a place I didn’t think you meant an ACTUAL plaice”). It’s quiet on the embankment, locals all home from work and tourists preferring the pull of the Houses of Parliament or the Eye across the river, so they don’t pass many people and they ones they do pass don’t seem to recognise them. Everything is calm and relaxed and easy, like the inky sky and the clean cold of the air and the smooth surface of the river that’s opposite them as they find a bench with only a few small puddles of water on it and settle down. Vanessa’s heart is thumping hard in her chest as Brooke sits down beside her, sitting diagonally so she can see her as they discuss things. It’s a small thing that Vanessa notices and appreciates.

“So,” Brooke says around a particularly hot chip, her mouth making an ‘o’ and steam flying out of it. “You wanted to talk.”

“Uh, yeah. ‘Cept now we’re here I don’t really know what to say.”

“Do you want me to start?”

Vanessa shrugs, bites into a chip delicately. “If you wanna.”

“Okay, well,” Brooke begins, then looks out to the river. The lights of the Eye are reflected in her own, blues and reds meeting greens and creating a kaleidoscope from which Vanessa never wants to look away. She pauses and takes a deep breath before meeting Vanessa’s eyes. “I’m really sorry for hurting your feelings on Sunday. If you’d kissed me in literally any other context, I wouldn’t have reacted like that. Honestly. I just…didn’t want to take advantage of you.”

Vanessa gives a laugh. She’s confused. “Take advantage?”

“No, I don’t mean like that, I mean…” Brooke frowns as she’s searching for the right words. It’s kind of adorable. “You were upset, you’d had a shit week. The music was all sad and you were crying and then you kissed me and I…didn’t want you to be doing that just because you felt upset. I didn’t want you to do that and then think you’d made a mistake.”

Vanessa pauses. She hasn’t considered that Brooke might have thought Vanessa would regret kissing her. To her the idea is so ridiculous that it almost makes her want to laugh but she doesn’t, because this means that Brooke was overthinking their kiss and trying to talk herself out of the idea of Vanessa possibly liking her back.

Now don’t that sound familiar.

Vanessa tries to stifle a smile as she tilts her head to look at Brooke. “It wasn’t a mistake, baby, I meant the whole damn thing.”

She wants to squeal when Brooke’s face breaks out into an enormous grin, one that Vanessa is sure must hurt her face. Vanessa likes the fact that Brooke is talking, likes the fact she’s saying everything first because it means she gets to hold her guard up just that little bit longer before this girl tears it down and even though she’s ready for that, it doesn’t mean she isn’t ever so slightly scared of it.

“So, uh…” Vanessa asks her, her tone light and teasing. Brooke crosses her legs and Vanessa has to try to stop herself getting any ideas. “That cast member you got a crush on. You gonna tell me who it is now?”

Brooke bursts out laughing, tipping her head back and lacing her hand with Vanessa’s at the same time. “Shut up. Are you really going to make me say it?”

Vanessa simply raises her eyebrows at Brooke, lets her know she’s waiting on her answer. Brooke gives another laugh as she gives in. “Fine! Well…she’s one of the dancers.”

“Uh huh.”

“I saw her on the induction day and I thought she was hot. We had a bit of a flirt and it was all fun and games. Then I followed her on Instagram because I was thirsty. Thought for ages about how to slide into her DMs but I was too much of a scaredy cat so I just commented on one of her pics instead,” Brooke continues to explain. Her admission makes Vanessa giggle, sends her heart leaping into the air because oh my God, Brooke had wanted to talk to her before the series even started too. She was thinking about Vanessa for the same amount of time Vanessa had been thinking about her. “Then it got to the intro show and I was like…screaming inside. I knew I wanted to be partnered with her, I knew even before the induction day because she’s so, so good at what she does. In fact, she needs to believe in herself more, but that’s besides the point. Anyway, we got paired up. I was so fucking ecstatic that night. She drunk-texted me and I actually lay in bed squealing and flailing like a teenage girl because I got so excited that she was thinking of me.”

Brooke is so animated when she’s talking about her crush. Her. She’s talking about her, and Vanessa is so happy and emotional she almost wants to cry but that would be peak pathetic so she squeezes Brooke’s hand instead, the hand that’s still entwined with hers.

“I keep growing closer to her and finding out more about her and she trusts me with stories about her life, trusts me to fling her body around the rehearsal studios despite the fact I’m so fucking clumsy I could drop something that’s superglued to my hand-“

“Stop lyin’, shut up,” Vanessa rolls her eyes at Brooke’s self-deprecation, and Brooke gives a gentle snort of a laugh.

“- And I just keep liking her more and more with every day,” Brooke smiles at her, her face all dreamy and dazed as if she’s sleepwalking. It suddenly snaps into a smirk, her eyes dark and playful, and it’s Vanessa’s turn to cross her legs. “And she doesn’t help any of it by looking like a Gymshark model and sticking her cute little butt out any time we rehearse.”

Vanessa screeches out an outraged laugh which Brooke’s quick to join in with. “Hey, I had to get your attention somehow!”

As their laughter dies down Vanessa fixes Brooke with a smile, scoots closer to her on the bench. “So go on, then. What’s her name?”

Brooke pulls Vanessa close with the hand she’s holding and when she says Vanessa’s name in response she feels worshipped. Suddenly, Brooke’s eyes fly open a little in what seems like panic. “Sorry. Fuck. That was all too much, wasn’t it?”

“Brooke Lynn,” Vanessa laughs. “I’ve had the most huge, embarrassin’ fuckin’ crush on you since God knows when. I really like you. Chill.”

Brooke’s still got a soft little smile on her face and it makes Vanessa wants to kiss her again so much so she pushes the images of long lens cameras out of her mind for the moment and leans in, kisses Brooke soft and gentle and slow and Vanessa doesn’t think she’ll ever get bored of the way Brooke kisses her back.

When Vanessa pulls away she’s right beside Brooke on the bench, so she slings an arm around her waist and rests her head against her chest for good measure. It’s still cold outside but Vanessa hopes that isn’t the only reason for Brooke cuddling her back, linking their hands together like a little chain. Vanessa’s happy, but her mind is still full of thoughts.

“How good are you at keeping secrets?”

“Depends what it is,” Brooke replies. Vanessa tilts her head up before she speaks again because this is important, she needs to see Brooke’s reaction and make sure she says this in the right way.

“I can’t do the whole…paparazzi, me-in-the-papers, invasion-of-privacy thing again. It was bad enough when me an’ Kam broke up,” she begins, and Brooke nods understandingly. “So I guess what I’m askin’ is…can we be careful? Whatever ‘we’ is. I don’t know yet but I don’t mind just figuring things out along the way.”

Brooke nods slowly, taking things in. “So you want to keep us secret for now?”

“Just until the show ends,” Vanessa reassures her, tries to ignore the triple somersault her heart does at the word ‘us’. “I don’t want people thinkin’ it’s a publicity stunt or tryin’ to take attention away from the other couples or anythin’ like that. Also I don’t want this getting ruined for us.”

Vanessa’s heart stands still as Brooke thinks for a second. She’s relieved when a grin spreads across her face. “Can I still flirt with you on Instagram? That’s fun.”

“Flirt with me anywhere you want, boo.”

“God, you know I’m so going to play into this? Think of all those fan accounts for us all those fourteen year olds run. They’re going to implode,” Brooke smiles, bouncing in her seat on the bench excitedly. It’s so endearing it makes Vanessa smile more than she already is. Her heart is still fluttering nervously; there’s butterflies trapped in there and as long as Brooke is holding her hand and smiling at her like that with her eyes all soft Vanessa is not really sure if they’ll ever go away. She doesn’t care, though.

They stay on the bench for a while until their chips are finished. Brooke takes a photo of Vanessa who smiles brightly at the camera, carton of chips in her lap and her hair all messy over her shoulders but she doesn’t even care because she’s happy, so happy and relieved and when they walk back to the station together it feels like she’s walking on little clouds. They don’t kiss goodbye because it’s busier in the station but Brooke does sneak a peck against her neck when they hug and it makes Vanessa feel gooey inside. When Vanessa gets home that night she has both an Instagram tag and two messages from Brooke. She opens the message first.

B: I’m so glad we talked, I had the best time tonight. Can’t wait until I can take you on a proper date!! See you tomorrow cutie xxxxxx

B: (Sorry if cutie is ick I’m just going to try out a bunch of pet names because I can xxxxxx)

Vanessa feels her heart almost burst open at everything Brooke’s said to her. The confirmation that she enjoyed her company, the promise of a date, the pet name (which she definitely won’t say no to). It’s all like a big hug for her mind which had previously been exhausted with overthinking. Vanessa doesn’t realise how much she’s smiling at her screen as she types out her reply until it physically hurts her face.

V: me too. you’re so amazing. for ref i like Zoilo if we going bougie or Franco Manca if we broke. cutie gets seal of approval from me… u a bit of a cutie urself xxxxxx

Before she gets ready for bed that night she decides to open up Instagram to see what Brooke has tagged her in. It’s the photo of her on the bench from earlier, and Vanessa wants to blush at how happy and smiley she looks. She scrolls to Brooke’s caption, and if she wasn’t blushing before she’s definitely blushing now.

bhytes: Post-rehearsal chips by the river with this diamond. I could get used to this. 🧡

Their fans are in meltdown in the comments, and Vanessa is melting herself.

Saturday comes quicker than Vanessa wants it to. It’s maybe because she never wants her time with Brooke to end whether that’s on or off the show. They’ve done full runs of their dance each day, the pair of them sneaking kisses with each other sometimes even mid-dance.

“You know we need to stop doin’ that, right?” Vanessa warns Brooke with a smile after Brooke kisses all down her neck mid-Tango in a bid to wind her up (she’d succeeded, and if Vanessa might need to take a cold shower later that’s nobody’s business but her own.)

“Why?”

“Because we’re gonna end up doin’ it on the night an’ then the cat’s outta the bag after what, three days?”

Vanessa doesn’t miss the way Brooke runs her tongue over her lips a little. She’s got a smirk on her face as she pulls her in close, slides her hands down her sides and hooks her fingers over the waistband of her leggings. “Well if you are going to keep wearing things that make your butt look so good, I am going to find it hard to stop kissing you.”

Brooke snaps the elastic of her waistband and Vanessa feels a fire ignite low in her stomach. She’s not told Brooke that she was the girl from her sex dream, she’s been saving that information for another day. She wonders when that day’s going to come, though. If Vanessa had her way she would lock the rehearsal room door, throw herself at Brooke and practically beg the girl to raw her, but she doesn’t know what Brooke’s thinking or feeling and Vanessa doesn’t want to risk ruining the high levels of sexual tension they’ve cultivated over roughly a month by asking her when they’re only 24 hours away from performing another incredibly sexy dance. By Saturday night the pair of them are ready to perform and their biggest challenge, Vanessa thinks, will be to try and act as if they’ve not started seeing each other and are in the complete honeymoon phase of whatever it is they are.

And soon enough Vanessa is sitting on a chair in the middle of the ballroom floor dressed in a long sparkling nude-effect dress with a split up its side, facing away from Brooke who’s in black tailored suit trousers and a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves buttoned up to the neck and an undone bow tie around it. The audience are silent as their VT plays, and then the familiar voice of the commentator is booming overhead.

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

There’s four clicks of drumsticks smacking together before the music starts and the pair of them hit the first beats of the dance. There’s even more electricity between them now and when Brooke grabs her arm, reels her in with the napkin, pulls her close so their bodies are pressed against each other, Vanessa feels as if she’s burning up inside. They added in a little bit of choreo after their kiss and their riverbank date on Wednesday night, and Vanessa’s back is to the audience and the cameras as she gives Brooke a wink, hooks her fingers around each side of the lapels on Brooke’s shirt.

“I’m tellin’ you to loosen up my buttons, babe, uh-huh-”

Vanessa rips the velcro she knows the costume designers have concealed in the lapels and reveals a little strip of Brooke’s chest, her collarbones exposed. The roar that goes up from the audience in response has Vanessa feeling as if they’re dancing in a football stadium rather than the ballroom at Elstree. The shirt isn’t even open enough to expose any of Brooke’s cleavage but Vanessa suddenly realises how people in old-timey costume dramas feel when they see a woman’s ankle. As they press their foreheads together and cross the ballroom floor Vanessa finds it hard not to break character and smile like an idiot at Brooke Lynn, the girl that likes her back, the girl that maybe one day she’ll get to call her girlfriend, the girl that she can kiss any time she likes. She could technically kiss her now as she drops to the floor and Brooke comes with her, still holding her hand with her arm around her waist, but she focuses on getting the Ganchos right because they need a good score. Vanessa needs to show Brooke, show the judges, show every fucking person watching at home that she is a force to be reckoned with, that she can teach and choreograph and make Brooke progress.

Still, it’s hard not to just reach her lips forward and press them against Brooke’s as she drags her across the floor, Vanessa making sure to get her leg as high as it’ll go on her waist just to show Brooke what she’s capable of. As Brooke lifts her up and spins her, Vanessa sneaks a look at the judges’ table. Bianca is watching impassively as usual, Shangela is smiling from ear to ear, Kennedy is screaming and Laganja is leaning almost over the desk, her mouth wide open.

If ever there was a desired reaction to her choreography, it’s probably that.

There’s a point in the middle of the dance where the two of them pause in hold and just give each other an incredibly lingering look. Vanessa doesn’t have to act for this section and as she slowly brings her eyes up from Brooke’s chest to meet her gaze, she feels her knees turn ever-so-slightly weak as she catches the hunger, passion and fire in the other girl’s eyes.

If they don’t get at least 35 in this, Vanessa is going to quit the show and take Brooke with her.

Vanessa can hear the screams from one of the judges as she and Brooke walk slowly across the dancefloor with their hands cradling the back of each others’ necks. Brooke gracefully lowers her to the floor and pulls her up again, Vanessa making sure to press their bodies tight together once she’s in front of her. She catches the way Brooke’s eyes grow ever so slightly wide and she’d be lying if she said it didn’t fill her with a sense of pride. They get to the part that makes Vanessa’s pulse speed up every time- her legs wrapped around Brooke’s waist, Brooke spinning her around- because of all the memories attached to it. This time Brooke doesn’t kiss her, though- she dips her down one way then the other with her strong arms supporting Vanessa’s back.

Vanessa feels safer in Brooke’s arms than she’s ever felt with any six-packed, world-champion male partner. But of course, she knows exactly why that is.

The dance is coming to an end and Vanessa puts her all into walking Brooke back, her hand against her chest. Brooke sits down in the chair, spreads her legs before reaching out and letting Vanessa twirl into her arms, where she leans into her and wraps her arms around Brooke. She knows she’s got her chest pushed right up in Brooke’s face and all she’ll probably be able to smell is her perfume, but Vanessa doesn’t really mind and she’s got a feeling Brooke doesn’t either. As the final notes of the music ring through the studio, the audience are yelling and clapping the place down. Vanessa doesn’t even know if Brooke made any mistakes and at this point she doesn’t care because they did that dance proud, she knows they did, and as Brooke wraps her arms tight around her waist Vanessa feels her press a kiss to her collarbone that makes her giddy. Vanessa squeals with happiness and she feels Brooke pick her up in their hug and walk her over to where Michelle is standing. As they finally break apart she can see the smile on Brooke’s face. Vanessa throws caution to the wind a little, plants both her hands on either side of Brooke’s face so that her eyes are firmly locked on her own.

“We did it, baby,” she whispers to her, and she’s not even sure it’ll be audible over the cheers of the crowd but Brooke nods rapidly in happiness and Vanessa knows she’s been heard.

Michelle finally manages to pry Brooke off of her and get some form of reaction about how she feels the dance went.

“Oh my God, it felt amazing,” Brooke smiles. She’s laced her arm around Vanessa’s waist and Vanessa’s done the same, and Brooke gives her a little squeeze and a smile down at her as she continues. “We’ve obviously had a bit of a crazy week…you know, Vanessa coming back from her injury, but she’s just such a great person and such a great teacher that she still managed to recover and teach me all this, and I’m just so grateful for her. I’m so glad I’ve got her back. She’s not allowed to leave me again!”

Michelle laughs as Brooke puts her other arm around Vanessa to hug her, and Vanessa happily reciprocates.

“Vanessa, how do you think Brooke Lynn got on this week?”

Vanessa pries herself out from under Brooke’s arm and simply smiles up at her in response. “She knows how amazin’ I think she is, I’m gonna let the judges tell her instead.”

Michelle gives another laugh and so do some of the judges. Vanessa doesn’t miss the single raised eyebrow that Bianca shoots towards her. Her stomach dips. Maybe they hadn’t been as good as she’d thought…?

“Speaking of judges- Bianca, let’s come to you first. How did Brooke do?”

“Well…” there’s a silence as Bianca shuffles her notes a little. Vanessa feels her heart stand still. “I thought…that it was absolutely brilliant.”

The audience erupts. Vanessa is so shocked and happy that she can’t help the grin that breaks out on her face, and she and Brooke both instantly reach for each other to hug. There’s a rare smile to Bianca’s voice as she continues. “Brooke Lynn, there’s one thing that Vanessa can’t teach you, in fact nobody can teach it, and that’s chemistry. The chemistry you had with Plastique last week was great but the chemistry you have with Vanessa is incredible. The Argentine is all about that, it’s the passion and the fire, and you encapsulated that so well. Watch with the Ganchos that your feet are pointed all the way down, we should have a full 180 degrees there which I know you can do because I’ve seen it before- and it should be more of a light motion, you’re not churning butter…but other than that, a great job this week, well done.”

Vanessa looks up at Brooke and she’s still smiling as Michelle comes onto Shangela. She and Kennedy both give them glowing praise, the pair of them also mentioning the chemistry between them, and then it’s Laganja’s turn. The audience are already giggling in anticipation- they know she’s theatrical, and her reaction is going to be big. Vanessa watches as she sits composed in her chair, narrows her eyes, and points at them both with her pen.

“Is there…something going on…?” she asks. Vanessa feels her hand tighten around Brooke’s waist. She clenches her teeth together as she smiles. Fuck. Have they been too obvious? Laganja pauses dramatically as Brooke gives a laugh Vanessa can tell is fake. “I mean…first that American Smooth, and then that Viennese, and now THIS? Is there something in the air tonight, Fernando?!”

Vanessa lets out a relieved laugh as Laganja references Gigi and Crystal and Jan and Jackie’s dances, realises she’s not asking specifically about her and Brooke.

“LADIES, ma’am, I don’t have any earthly words for what I just witnessed!! The connection you two have is just incomparable…Brooke, you’ve been so great the past two weeks but I can tell you’re at your most comfortable and your happiest when you’re dancing with Vanessa, it’s like you’re here, you’ve arrived! This is elevated, mama! I don’t know if you could hear me screaming when you dragged Vanessa across the floor-”

“New Zealand heard that scream, Laganja,” Bianca cuts in deadpan, and the audience laughs.

“- yes thank you, Simon Cowell! Maybe your feet weren’t as pointed as they could’ve been during the Ganchos- you know what, I honestly don’t care! I wasn’t looking at your feet! I spent that entire dance wondering if you were going to smooch each others’ faces off midway through!”

Vanessa bursts out laughing as she feels Brooke do the same beside her. They’re both squeezing each others’ sides for dear life. If they only fucking knew.

“Great job, Brooke, and Vanessa- welcome back, ma, that’s how you return after an injury.”

The audience clap them as Michelle sends them upstairs, and Vanessa’s hand is tight in Brooke’s as they run up to the Divinatorium and are greeted by Divina herself. She interviews the pair of them but Vanessa can hardly speak, she’s practically vibrating with excitement beside her partner. Their comments were so encouraging, the best they’ve had. Brooke’s never had a 10 from any of the judges before. Maybe tonight is the night?

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

Vanessa’s screaming before Bianca can even speak, because there, on the paddle, is an, “Eight!”

Brooke’s arm flies around her waist in a hug but Vanessa can’t yet accept it, her eyes glued to the screen.

“Kennedy Davenport.”

“Nine!” she says happily, and Vanessa is so happy that she can almost feel tears stinging her eyes.

“Shangela Wadely.”

“Nine!” she beams at the camera, sticking her paddle into the air. Vanessa’s heart lifts itself up into the rafters as the camera pans to Laganja’s seat. She gave them the most favourable critiques. Maybe…?

“Laganja Estranja.”

“I hope y’all are ready for this…TEN!” she screeches as she stands up, and Vanessa can barely take in the amount of things that happen at once. Her pulse skyrockets, Brooke practically leaps on her in her haste to wrap her in a hug, the other couples are screaming and cheering and clapping for them, and her eyes basically spring a leak. She has no idea why she’s so emotional but Jesus Christ, she’s allowed to be after the past few weeks she’d had. Laganja thought their dance was a ten. A perfect ten. Flawless. Impeccable. They’re second on the leaderboard behind Jan and Jackie (who scored thirty-eight). Vanessa feels like running back down the stairs and kissing the judges, never mind Brooke Lynn beside her.

But of course, the thought of kissing Brooke is one that isn’t too far away, and they’re walking down the corridors, laughing and chatting after their reaction interview and about to go back to makeup when Brooke slows beside her dressing room door, laces her hands in Vanessa’s.

“Um…” she casts her eyes downwards, and when she meets Vanessa’s gaze again there’s a little glint in her eye that makes Vanessa squeeze her thighs together. Brooke puts on her very best, professional, TV presenter voice as she talks. “Vanessa. Would you mind helping me with something for two minutes in my dressing room?”

Vanessa almost feels her pupils blow as Brooke gently tugs her in. The moment she steps through the dressing room door Brooke wastes no time in closing it, spinning her round and pressing her up against it as she crashes their lips together. Vanessa has to stop herself from sliding down the door, feeling like a snowman in July as Brooke’s soft lips press against hers and her tongue licks gently into her mouth. If Brooke’s tongue can make her feel this weak when they’re just kissing, Vanessa almost doesn’t dare think about how good it could feel elsewhere.

Vanessa can give as good as she gets though, and she likes to have the upper hand so she drops her lips to Brooke’s neck, presses frantic kisses down down down to her collarbone where she sucks at the skin, bites ever so gently then licks over the mark she’s just created, kissing hard against it once, twice, three times before she feels Brooke lean down to murmur into her ear.

“That better not’ve left a mark.”

Vanessa’s spine feels like an electricity pylon. “Does it feel like it didn’t leave a mark?”

Her breath hitches as Brooke slams her knee in between her thighs, cages her in. Brooke’s voice is a low whisper as she kisses her neck, making Vanessa whine. “You’re so bad, fuck.”

“You like it when I’m bad, huh?” Vanessa teases, dropping both her hands to Brooke’s waist as she bucks her hips against her. The friction has got her feeling tightly wound and she needs more, way more than this.

“God, yes,” Brooke sighs, brings her mouth back up to kiss her again. It’s not as frantic as their first; this time it’s slow, teasing, and driving Vanessa absolutely insane. They’ve not talked about this, where this is going to go, and Vanessa doesn’t want to assume anything but still…Brooke’s got her in a pretty compromising position. She’s still going to check though, so she pulls back, murmurs against Brooke’s lips as she places both her hands on either side of her jaw.

“What do you want, baby?”

Brooke gives a sigh mixed up with a gasp as Vanessa trails a finger down her neck, stops it at her chest right where her shirt’s buttoned up. “Ah…want you to-”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

Vanessa launches herself away from the door, almost jumps into Brooke’s arms Scooby-Doo style in shock. Brooke’s got her arms around Vanessa, her eyes equally wide and her mouth just as slack-jawed. She steps away quickly as whoever’s behind the door starts speaking.

“Brooke Lynn? You and Vanessa are needed in makeup.”

Vanessa can see Brooke swallowing thickly, the rise and fall of her chest as she tries to compose herself. The very sight of that alone makes Vanessa’s mouth dry. “Okay, no worries! We’ll be down soon!”

The pair of them stand in the dressing room in silence listening to the sound of the runner walking away. It’s funny- the pair of them sneaking around like they’re in high school or some shit, and it makes Vanessa press her lips together in an attempt to stifle a laugh. She looks at Brooke Lynn, who’s got much the same expression on her face. It’s Brooke that cracks first, and soon the pair of them are standing giggling together.

“Nothing like getting the absolute shit scared out of us to really kill the mood,” Brooke laughs softly, reaching out and tucking a piece of Vanessa’s hair behind her ear that has come loose from its bun. Vanessa smiles, sighing a little and taking her hand.

“We should go. It’ll be a batterin’ ram next.”

“Right,” Brooke shrugs a little, stroking the back of Vanessa’s hand with her thumb. Vanessa can see she’s holding something back and just as she’s about to ask her what it is, Brooke meets her eyes. “You think we’re going through to Blackpool?”

Vanessa has almost forgotten what week it is next week; where the dancers all travel up to the iconic Blackpool Tower ballroom for one night away from Elstree. They pull out all the stops that night and they’re allowed backup dancers and even sometimes a set instead of just props. She tilts her head in thought- the fact that by the end of tonight there’ll be just six of them left in the competition is wild to her, the whole thing is going so quickly. She can see in Brooke’s eyes that she’s not forgotten, though, the nerves almost visibly clouding her vision, so Vanessa leans up and presses a soft kiss to her lips and feels Brooke relax against her.

She pulls away and shoots Brooke a soft grin. “After that performance? You might as well start packing your case, baby.”

#rpdr fanfiction #ortega #bet you look good on the dancefloor #strictly au #lesbian au #branjie #vanessa vanjie mateo #brooke lynn hytes #monique heart #bianca del rio #laganja estranja

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fiixerupper · 3 years ago

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gamer note headcanons

i saw a funny video and it made me think of Light, so thank my friend for rambling w me about these dorks as gamers, because now this AU exists. ironically light has the least hcs despite this AU happening cuz i thought of him

no Death Note in this ofc, its probs just a more casual and normal setting

Light

- Plays LoL

- I mean

- Do I really have to say more

- Fr tho he played an online game and got killed by L and definitely flipped when he went "gg"

- Lowkey judging you for your choice of games

- I feel like he's the dude fighting in forums about lore or your builds/strats

- So perfect-like irl but online is a whole other story

- Ban-trigger-happy mod yeah I said it, he is SERIOUS about the rules of a server he moderates

- Stays up late often if he's invested in a game, sometimes he won't realize how many hours have flown by until a bit of sunlight sneaks through his blinds and hits him in the morning

- I can see him having multiple screens + Monster cans stacked somewhere

- I'm sorry but there's definitely remnants of some snack he just had on his desk or pants

- Voice chat with him is hell because all you hear is him. eating. all. the. time.

- Idk but I think him saving up a ton of in-game currency to get his fav in a gacha game (COUGHcookierunkingdomCOUGH) is cute

- He's a p silent streamer imo, I can't see him really doing much commentary

- Besides maybe when he dies in a multiplayer game and he reads some stuff from chat

- I can see him playing horror games, esp stuff like Friday the 13th, Outlast, Dead By Daylight, and Pacify

- Freezes in silence for a moment when he gets scared before moving on casually

Misa

- I feel like she'd have a cute setup (maybe something like this?)

- Plays The Sims 4 with all kinds of mods for outfits and her house

- And you better believe she has the cutest Animal Crossing house

- And Houseflipper home

- She just LOVES getting to decorate in games honestly, doesn't matter what game it is if she can make it have a bit of that Misa Misa aesthetic she goes for it

- Is it a surprise that she has simps if she streams .

- They are v jealous of Light

- Sometimes she'll talk to him during stream as he's off-screen or he'll be in the background but the camera is like cut off from his upper body

- She def shouts out Light if he also does streaming, girl's gotta support her man after all

Mello

- Oh good lord he can't be trusted in choice-based games

- He is legally obligated to pick the rudest/most violent options

- Doesn't save characters that could easily be saved

- "It's just me, myself, and this gun I found last chapter" is smth he said once when chat begged him to choose a pacifist/nice option just ONCE PLS MELLO

- V chaotic in streams, I can see him being the kind to rage a lot

- If Matt or Near play smth w him it immediately becomes a competition, at the very least to him

- Even if they're supposed to be working together .

- Tbh it does help them sometimes if he rushes to get an item or soemthing first that they actually need to progress

- Is v cocky about his skills in fighting games, cuz Matt taught him all the combos and shit

- Ofc Matt still beats him cuz...c'mon, you can't beat the master

Matt

- Not to meme him to start his hcs off but this dude is definitely a Minecraft player and has roped everyone into playing Among Us at least once .

- I can see him doing casual Stardew gameplay sometimes

- Speedruns almost everything he plays though

- If you play smth like Minecraft w him don't be surprised when he already has diamonds within like...the first hour of playing

- Builds his own PC definitely

- Definitely has a collection of old consoles and games

- Idk why but I can see him loving classic Sonic tbh

- Introduced Near to video games when he was playing Pokémon on the Gameboy I'm calling it

- He has the skills and setup to be that toxic player but tbh I can see him being helpful and nice to ppl that are new to a certain game

- Ofc he will also destroy you in anything vs him but that's just part of the learning process he swears

Near

- Def has a lot of figurines and plushes of his fav video game characters

- Puzzle games are def his favorite

- Chuzzle esp

- Has he named Pokémon after ppl he knows?

- Yeah def, and Misa is not happy to have a Jynx named after her

- Has the habit of staying up late gaming like L, though Mello usually slams the door open to his room and yell at him to go to bed (he's aggressive but he's still an older brother to him in a way after all)

- Probs plays Animal Crossing as well tbh, and has the Kiddie series somewhere in his home)

- Says random lore facts about a game or character sometimes

- I feel like he's a fan of handheld consoles more, I can imagine him out in public just sitting somewhere playing on his 3DS or smth

#death note #death note headcanons #death note hcs #gamernote #fiixerupper

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Tears for Vando and Zuvashi uwu/

Escuse me why u gotta hurt me like this–

AM HOPE YOU LIKE THE WHOLE THING BAE CUZ I ALREADY SPOILED YOU PARTS OF IT HAHAHDOFASDUH @whiteincite

This wasn’t the first time Vando had quietly disappeared from where the troupe was - and it wasn’t the first time Zuvashi had gone looking for him.

They had traveled as one to Ashenvale, camping out in one of the ruins. Venthal and Anouraa had easily set up a barrier to hide the group from others. All it had taken was some careful studying of the spell used by the Ambermill mages in Silverpine.

But between setting up the camp and settling down for the afternoon, Vando had slipped away.

Zuvashi resorted to calling upon the elements of wind for their assistance.

A zephyr guided him through the dense woods, past the night elven town, and up further. At first he thought the breeze was taking him to the ocean, but it changed course sharply, leading him deeper into the woods.

When the winds dispersed, Vando was there. For a moment, Zuvashi stared at the death knight’s back. The clearing appeared to be long overgrown, but Vando had frozen away a certain amount of the foliage.

Taking a breath, the shaman walked forward, and sat at Vando’s side. Anyone else would have mistaken the large troll for a statue. From what Zuvashi could tell, the older man wasn’t even breathing.

“You be givin’ us a fright,” Zuvashi muttered, wondering why Vando would choose to come to this specific plot of land.

He had yet to look at his friend’s face - and he was soon inclined to, because Vando had given him no response.

Tears streamed down Vando’s face, like a silent stream. Instinctively Zuvashi reached up and wiped away the tears with the back of his hand. Vando finally took a breath.

“Vando?”

“I be sure you wouldn’ be forgettin’,” the death knight mused, his eyes shifting to the empty grass before him, “how loose my lips be gettin’ when I be drunk.”

Zuvashi let his hand lower to Vando’s shoulder. He turned his gaze to the empty space, then back to Vando.

“She be buried here…?” he inquired softly. Vando nodded his head. Zuvashi’s hand slid over the back of his neck and around to the other shoulder. He looped his arm around Vando’s head and pulled the death knight to his own shoulder. Vando made no move to protest. Zuvashi could feel a weight lift off his chest to know that Vando was willing to be this vulnerable with him.

The shaman was vaguely aware of the passage of time. At some point, he fell asleep. He soon became aware that he was moving. Zuvashi let himself relax. Vando was no stranger to carrying people, and again it filled Zuvashi with a certain amount of joy to note that Vando cared deeply enough to practically cradle the shaman to his chest. He drifted into unconsciousness again.

When Zuvashi came to next, it was to concerned voices, dismissed easily by Vando’s deep baritone.

“He be fine, jus’ restin’. Relax.”

“But what about you, where have you been? You were both gone for hours!” Talibah’s voice was unmistakable. Vando chuckled softly, his entire chest vibrating.

“Don’ mattah. Zuvashi be findin’ me, an�� den he be fallin’ asleep. So I brinin’ ‘im back. I don’ tink Sue would be fahgivin’ me if I didn’.”

Zuvashi’s lips quirked up in a smile. He fell asleep again.

When he woke the next day, Vando was sitting cross legged next to him, eyes closed in rest.

#WoW #World of Warcraft #Vando Althil #Zuvashi Rainweaver #Air writes #prompt #writing prompt

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breaking-earth · 7 years ago

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Breaking Earth (Ninjago Fanfic): Epilogue

Took the danger, left the fun.

All previous chapters: here

“Are you positive you are up for this?”

The Designer tightened her coat as she readied herself by the doorway. “Of course. Let’s get on with it.”

Everyone was still busy with their Designs, all but two. The tall slender woman brushed back her bangs and stared at the smooth wall. “I go break into the bank, get the attention of the ninja, retrieve the subject and bring him back here. Piece of cake.”

Her coworker raised his eyebrows. “And…?”

With a pause, she looked down and chuckled. “Oh, yes and the protocol, I know.”

He lifted the memory eraser and showed her. She barely offered a glance. “I’m going to leave it right here so you won’t forget, when the time comes.”

She turned and faced her coworker with a slim smile. “I won’t forget. And when it is time to use it on me, I will be ready. Do not doubt me, Ralph.”

Ralph carefully placed the device down on the table. “I do not doubt you, Madge. I just worry. I know who you are after, and how important he is to you.”

Madge’s smile faltered. “What was that supposed to mean?”

He crossed his hands behind his back. “Don’t get too attached. You know what must be done, to him…and to you.”

Madge rolled her eyes as she turned back to the door. “Don’t worry, I will be extra cold to him. Now, the clock is ticking. Let’s move.”

As Ralph began to type on the door, he made one last comment. “You know not to tell him the nature of this realm, correct? He will be curious.”

Madge stood straighter. “And I am stern.”

He hesitated on the last digit. “He’s smart.”

Madge froze, and her gaze drifted to the floor. As the door exploded with light, she looked back up at her coworker.

“I know,” she whispered, and then slipped into the light.

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Of all the things that transpired as soon as Cole returned back from the realm, the one that surprised him the most was that none of his teammates really acknowledged the tight leather pants.

Jay of course went back into full-tear mode, and he had to be clinging onto some part of Cole’s body until they had to Airjitzu back to the Bounty. The other ninja teared up as well, Lloyd being the only other one to cry happy tears. Even Cole had some tough time holding back the stream.

Once they were all back on the deck of the Bounty, there was a quick celebration amongst the whole team about Cole’s safe return and lack of, well, danger to the world. Of course he was questioned, but Cole kept his word and mentioned nothing about the realm he was brought to. He accidently snapped after Kai called Madge “the criminal”, correcting him instantly that “she was just doing her job. She is not a criminal.” Madge was never mentioned after that.

As soon as the Bounty returned to the Temple, Cole excused himself to go get some new clothes. (“The leather pants are awesome though!” Nya told him, which actually made him blush a little.) Regardless, Cole needed some time to himself to recollect himself after the last 36 hours.

His room was exactly the way he left it all those hours ago, with ash all on the ground and cracks on the floorboards. With a groan, he sidestepped the mess and went to his mirror/closet.

As he reached for a spare hoodie, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. For the first time in years, his body had fully returned to normal. Not only were the green cracks on his back and chest gone, the green scar on his temple was also no more. Even his hazel eyes had reverted back to its full brown. If anything, the only thing that made him look different than before was that his hair was about two inches longer than he preferred.

With a smile, Cole snuck his hands into his pockets to admire his old self. Suddenly, he froze when his fingers touched something that wasn’t leather. His smile fading, he carefully slipped the object out of his pocket.

It was a small piece of paper that had seven words written delicately and carefully. Cole had to squint to read them.

“Took the danger, left the fun. Madge.”

Cole gasped with a small grin. She left him a note? A cryptic note? What was that supposed to mean, she left the fun?

“Well look who returned.”

Cole almost accidently ripped the small note in half as he flinched. “YANG!” He screeched. Cole spun around with his eyebrows raised. “Will you please-“

The ghost didn’t hesitate. “No,” he interrupted, with a smug smile.

The teenager had to shut his eyes before he strangled air. “Good to see you too,” he continued with his teeth clamped together.

There was a pause as Yang just stared back at Cole with a warm look. Finally, Yang was forced to look at the ground.

“I…I didn’t know if you were coming back,” the ghost murmured. “You left, didn’t even say goodbye, and I thought maybe….”

“Oh,” Cole loosened his tension from the scare. “I didn’t know…you….”

“Cared?” Yang finished with a sad stare. “Cole, you aren’t just a friend, you’re my only friend. I didn’t know what I would do without you.”

Cole let that sink in, which was hard. Cole had no idea he meant so much to the elder master. He was left speechless.

Yang felt the awkwardness of the conversation and chuckled. “I guess I would have started haunting that short kid. Jay? Yeah. That would have been fun.”

That made Cole wheeze in sudden laughter. “Pleaaaase no, as soon as he found this place was still haunted, he would make us all move out.”

The ghost laughed in turn, then shrugged. “Well then, I guess I know who my next target is.”

The two friends shared a laugh, before Yang wished Cole a farewell and retired to the attic to continue his meditation. It was only a few seconds after Cole pulled up a pair of black sweatpants when rapid knocking sounded at his door.

“Come in, Jay.” Cole called out as he grabbed a tank top from his closet.

The door burst open with almost as much excitement as his best friend. “Cole! We are going to do something fun!”

As Cole slipped into his top, he rose his eyebrows. “Define fun. Because I hope it isn’t Zane calling a rematch on Go Fish.”

“No no no noooo,” Jay droned as he leaned on the doorframe. “Lloyd just got back from a trip to a store nearby, and he bought a cheap football. We are going to divide into teams and play tackle!”

That made Cole pause. “That….actually sounds fun. Who came up with that?”

“Uh, Ray actually,” the auburn haired ninja responded. “Him and a few others used to play in his younger years. Lloyd is in charge of choosing teams, but we are about to start, like right now.”

“Oh,” Cole froze when heard that. He glanced in the mirror. “I was actually about to trim my hair some, cuz it’s getting kinda long-“

Jay groaned. “Ah, come ooooon!”

Cole lifted his hands in defense. “It’ll get in the way during football! I’ve gotta see to play.”

Jay gave him an agitated stare before his eyes widened. “Just borrow one of Nya’s hair ties.”

Cole didn’t know how to respond to that.

“And-“ Jay continued. “If there’s any extra hair that isn’t long enough, just borrow Kai’s headband.”

“You’re joking.”

“Am not.”

“No.”

Jay shrugged. “I dunno, I think you would rock a man-bun.”

As Cole grabbed a hoodie and walked out of his room with Jay, he couldn’t resist saying, “Just because I didn’t die doesn’t mean that I’m not going to put my hair in a man-bun.”

Jay lightly punched Cole’s arm, which felt like a fly had landed on his skin. “That’s TOTALLY what it means!”

It was too hard to keep a straight face. Cole cracked a grin and then nudged Jay. “I missed you too. Now, last one outside is a rotten ninja!”

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“I’m open, wide open!”

“No way, that’s totally cheating!”

“Woah! Sick moves, Kai- why don’t I see those on the battlefield?”

It’s safe to say that their game of tackle football was the most fun the ninja have had in a very long time. All six of them had a grin on their face for almost the whole time as the neon green and orange football was tossed around, thrown, fumbed, and even chucked to the ground in victory. The yard of the Temple was cleared for their very serious game, with dummies marking the “touchdown zone” for the two respected teams. Lloyd split the teams almost perfectly, putting Lloyd, Kai, and Nya against Cole, Jay, and Zane.

Lloyd’s team had the ball. As the blonde waited for Nya to escape Jay and Zane’s defense, Kai was holding back Cole from taking the green ninja down.

Finally, Nya made a quick move with her feet that sent Jay biting the dirt. Lloyd tossed her the football and she ran it in for a touchdown.

The siblings and Lloyd cheered (again) as they celebrated their seventh touchdown in a row. Cole, Jay, and Zane regrouped, ready to score their first.

“Alright we’ve got it this time,” Cole told his team. They both nodded, ready for the comeback. Cole told them the play, and they got at the ready. “Hike!” Cole shouted, and Jay shot down the field like a rocket, Zane ready to protect his quarterback.

Cole threw the ball almost instantly, aiming for his teammate. Jay looked back, and caught the ball. Cole was about to cheer when Nya lunged on top of the receiver and knocking the both to the ground. Somehow, Jay still held onto the ball.

“Ooohhh,” Kai called as dirt rose around the two. Nya was already scrambling to her feet and brushing off the dirt. Jay, however, remained on the ground.

Nya rolled her head back and groaned. “Get up, zaptrap,” she joked, but Jay covered his head with his arm.

“Oh, I’ve been killed!” Jay yelled dramatically.

The other four rolled their eyes in unison, knowing exactly where this was going. Even Nya narrowed her eyes. “Killed by what?” she responded with the least amount of enthusiasm as possible.

“Killed by your awesomeness, of course!” Jay sat up and grinned, then accepting her hand up.

Finally, Nya rolled her eyes. “If you can be killed by my awesomeness, then your gravestone has already decayed by now.” She tilted her head all cute like before turning back to her team. Jay was left standing, actually wondering which of the siblings was better at burning people.

“Then you’re dating a dead guy!” Jay called out, but his last remark wasn’t responded to. Nya gave him one last warm smirk before regrouping with Kai and Lloyd. Jay however accidently backed into Zane.

“Ouch.” Jay groaned as he rubbed the back of his head. He turned to see his friends shaking their heads.

Cole raised an eyebrow. “She nailed you pretty hard, you okay?”

The freckled teen couldn’t help but blush. “Nah, I’m good. What’s the next play?”

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Wu carefully slipped the tattered book back on the shelf. Through the walls he could hear his old students cheering and laughing as they played on the front lawn. Only a few hours have passed since Cole had returned after his voyage to the unknown realm. Ray was the one who came up with the idea of football; it was something him and some of his old friends used to do when he was younger. Now him and Maya were watching while Misako was….

“I hope you are being very very careful with that book, Wu. It’s filled with priceless information.”

The old man chuckled as he slowly stood to a standing position. He looked over to see Misako leaning against the doorframe. Her wrinkled skin couldn’t hide the glow on her cheeks. Even at her age, her hazel eyes still harnessed great energy and power. She remained calm throughout the whole ordeal with Cole even though she had no idea what was happening. For someone who thrived for information, the lack of thereof in the past 24 hours must have been excruciating. But here she was, calm, collected, and still in the dark about where Cole went and what happened to him.

With a soft groan, Wu sat down on his bed. Misako slid down next to him and carefully rested her cheek on his shoulder, not letting his beard touch her face. “You know, I don’t think Cole went to the Realm of Elemental Masters.”

All that Wu had to react to that was a light chuckle. “I know,” he wheezed as he too stared at his bookshelf. “That realm is mostly imaginative, part theorized. But….” Wu interlocked his boney hands as he gazed at the tattered book on the shelf, which inside held the tall tale of the realm Misako mentioned. “…at that moment the ninja needed an educated answer, whether it was real or fiction.”

Misako smiled. “And I couldn’t agree more. I’m glad Cole is okay, after everything he went through.”

“Cole is strong,” Wu remarked. “He is too strong sometimes. Hopefully now he knows that sometimes showing you are weak is the strongest move of all.”

The room fell silent as Misako didn’t respond, but kept her gaze locked on the window and bookshelf. There was a cry from outside followed by a cheer and scattered laughter. That brought Misako to show a full grin. They were doing something fun, for a change.

“Where do you think he went?” she asked softly. Wu looked down with a smile. Curiosity had won over.

“I will be honest with you, Misako.” He slid to the side and Misako lifted her head and gazed into his eyes. “I have no clue where Cole could have gone and how such a transformation could be altered to his body. But one thing is very clear- Cole made it extremely clear- the place he went is of the highest confidentiality. I hope Cole never tells us, for both our sakes and his.”

Misako nodded slowly. “I bet it’s a powerful realm,” she thought aloud. Wu tilted his head some before giving Misako a mischievous look.

“Maybe it’s the Realm of Elemental Masters after all.”

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It’s never felt so good to sweat. For Cole, that is.

Wiping his face, the black haired ninja watched as Lloyd, Kai, and Nya celebrated yet again another touchdown. Maybe Lloyd didn’t do a great job dividing the teams up; somehow the dynamic duo and the titanium ninja have yet to earn a single point. It was embarrassing.

The three teenage boys huddled together. Cole took a deep breath.

“Both of you go long.”

It was instantly shot down. “Are you nuts?!” Jay whisper-shouted (he can do that, apparently) while Zane said, “You will get sacked instantly. They will get the ball back!”

Cole patted them both on the back. “They won’t even see it coming. Look, both of you take off as fast as you can and I will throw it in the endzone. Piece of cake.”

The two others didn’t say anything as Cole slapped the football, ready to play. Lloyd, Kai, and Nya stiffened when both Zane and Jay prepped themselves to rush forward as receivers, instead of one of them being a defenseman. Cole took that moment of confusement to his advantage. “Hike!” he barked instantly.

Jay and Zane shot forward, splitting Lloyd and Nya to cover one each. However, their pause at the ‘snap’ caused both Jay and Zane to dash right past the two ninja.

Just another second, Cole thought to himself, but he didn’t have it. Kai had broken from his shock as had just realized that Cole was vulnerable. He was now in midair ready to send Cole crashing to the ground. Panic shot like a spark of electricity through Cole’s body as he brought his arm back and threw the football as far as he could.

As the football left Cole’s hands, Kai looked his eyes on the release and his eyes widened. He screamed as he collided with Cole, and for good reason. Cole didn’t even track the football, his eyes were glued to his own hands.

It was hard, but Cole resisted any urge to touch Kai in any way as they both slammed into the dirt. Without hesitation, the red ninja scrambled off of Cole, looking at himself to make sure he wasn’t affected in any way.

Lloyd was the only one to watch his brand new football soar in a perfect spiral into the clouds and out of sight, much farther than any human could possibly throw. Even Cole’s super strength couldn’t allow him to project that ball that far.

“No…..no no no….” Cole gasped as he stared at his hands. Instead of the tan they were supposed to be, they had reverted back to its eerie glowing orange.

His friends started to approach him, but Cole barked at them to stop moving and not to come any closer. “This shouldn’t be possible…she fixed me….” Cole murmured. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Maya leave Ray’s side and rush inside to get Wu and Misako.

“Cole…?” Jay whimpered from behind Nya. “Are you going to….explode?”

He didn’t respond because something felt off. The orange glow was like it was before, like way before the mess with the spreading cracks occurred. Cole looked up to his friends and pointed at his left temple. “Is the scar back?”

They all shook their head. Cole furrowed his eyebrows, confused. “It thought that they were connected…” he murmured as he slowly wiggled his illuminated his fingers. Suddenly he placed his hand palm down on the ground.

All five ninja instantly scrambled backwards, expecting the ground to explode. However, nothing happened. Not even one piece of ash rose from the ground.

Cole began to laugh.

The ninja all stated at their friend with wide eyes as Cole began to laugh the hardest they had ever seen him laugh. None of them cracked a smile, even Jay kept a straight face as Cole continued to wheeze his laughter.

“Took the danger, left the fun!” Cole told the others as his hands faded back to normal. “I’m cured but I still have my superpowers!” With a sigh he fell back on the dirt. He calmed down his laughter enough to say, “She’s the best.”

Nya turned to the others. “Anyone catch any of that?”

Zane shook his head. “Nope. Nothing.”

“Same here,” Kai murmured. “Maybe we should question his sanity along with his-“

“Cole’s fine,” Jay snapped. “And he got his Earth Punch back too! Now he’s happy and unnaturally strong.”

Lloyd pointed into the distance. “Yeah, strong enough to throw my brand new football to the other side of Ninjago. Cole owes me seven dollars.”

The group chuckled before they all gathered around Cole. “You good, buddy?” Lloyd asked the black ninja as he looked back up at the others.

Nobody could read Cole’s expression in that moment. All they saw was their typically serious yet light-hearted friend smiling ear to ear like he’d just won the lottery. But what they didn’t realize was how happy he really was.

For the first time that he could remember, he felt more connected to the group- not only as a teammate with superpowers- but as the foundation of the greatest friendship any group of teenagers could ever imagine. They all were staring at him, each practicing their self-knowing roles in their team and friendship, and now Cole could finally join them. Who could’ve known that the only way for Cole to feel whole again was to break him first.

“I’m solid.”

#ninjago #ninjago fanfic #ninjago fanfiction #breaking earth

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debivc78 · 8 years ago

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Happy Birthday Sam Winchester

In honor of Sam's birthday I'd like to share my story of the day he was born. You can also read it HERE There was never a time when Dean and Sam Winchester were not in love. Whatever force in the universe chooses who should be soulmates: God? Fate? Karma? wanted to make sure they were truly together their entire lives. So they were born as brothers. Dean started asking for a sibling as soon as he was able to put words together. His first word was in fact "Sam". Although at the time Mary and John thought he was saying "Ma'am" instead of mom, so they let it go. The day Mary found out she was pregnant, Dean was waiting for her on the porch when she came home from the doctor. He ran down the steps and jumped into her arms laughing and saying "Thank you, mommy, thank you!" Mary put him down and asked why he was thanking her. Dean rolled his eyes like it was the dumbest thing he'd ever been asked "Cuz you gots my baby!" When Mary told John about it later, he dismissed it by saying Dean must have overheard her on the phone or talking to the neighbor lady about her possible pregnancy. And that was the end of it, for a while. Around the time Mary was starting her second trimester, Dean started talking to her stomach. Not just saying things like "hi baby" but full on conversations as if the baby was talking back. John thought it was odd, but now it was Mary who waved him away saying it was cute that he was so excited about getting a new sibling. When Mary was around 7 months pregnant Dean began climbing into his parents bed every night after they'd gone to sleep. Mary slept facing out because John complained not only did her pregnant belly put off enough heat to bake a pie, but the baby would kick him mercilessly as if it was trying to annoy him intentionally. Dean would lay awake until he heard his dad snoring then tip toe into his parents room, slip into bed next to Mary and proceed to talk to her stomach all night. Sometime before dawn he would go back to his own bed, so he wouldn't get caught. The nightly visits lasted until Mary started getting up several times a night to use the bathroom, another one of the "joys" of late pregnancy. After that Dean had his "baby talks" during the day. These sessions bothered John for some reason. He told Mary it was weird, and not healthy for Dean to think he was actually holding a conversation with an unborn baby. But again Mary assured him it was fine. It just meant Dean would be close to the new baby, and be a good big brother. How could that be a bad thing? The night before Sam was born, Dean insisted on sleeping with his parents. When John tried to take him to his own room, Dean became very upset. "NO!! My baby needs me! Gots to wake mama up when is time!" "John, I am so tired, and uncomfortable just let him stay" Mary gathered Dean into her arms and sang to him until he fell asleep, hugging her belly. Around 5 AM John was roused from sleep by Dean shaking him and yelling "Daddy Daddy my baby's coming!" John sat up immediately, confused "Is it time?" "I have no idea why he is saying that! I haven't had a single . . . . " Mary was cut off when a searing pain shot through her lower back. "Ohhhhh, ok, maybe we should get going." John had just gotten off the phone arranging a sitter for Dean, when Mary came down the stairs with a worried look on her face. Dean trailed behind her, a determined look on his little face. He was insisting on being taken to the hospital with his parents. Even after it was explained by both John and Mary that babies take a very long time to come and Dean would be bored waiting, he would not change his mind. When the babysitter arrived and he realized they were going to leave him at home, the normally sweet, well behaved Dean had an epic meltdown. He wrapped his tiny arms around Mary, pressing his face against her swollen, contracting baby bump and refused to let go. Huge hitching sobs racked his tiny body, as he clung to his mother. "Dean, I promise I will bring mommy home. She will be fine." John spoke softly mistakenly trying to reassure Dean he was not losing his mommy. "Nooooooo . . . Gotta. . stay. . with. . my . . Sammy. . . Sammy'll be ascared. . . if 'm not there . . . when he gets borned!" Dean was crying so hard he could barely breathe between words. John and Mary exchanged confused horrified looks. Not only had they not known if the new baby was a boy or a girl, they had still not decided, if it was a boy, what they were going to name him. Samuel had been discussed, but they were leaning towards Henry after John's father. Mary stroked Dean's hair "Honey, why are you calling the baby Sammy? You might get a little sister you know." "No! . . . This is my Sammy. . . He's mine and nobody elses" Dean refused to listen. He hugged Mary even tighter, when suddenly her water broke. Dean stared at the growing puddle of water, his eyes huge. He let go of Mary's stomach, grabbed her hand and pulled towards the door. "WE NEED TO GO NOW! SAMMY IS IN TROUBLE!" Dean spoke in a voice that eerily sounded much older than his four years. John opened his mouth to object when Mary screamed. A stream of blood was making its way down her leg, falling to the floor in bright red drops. John scooped Mary into his arms and carried her out the door. Not wanting to take any chances, he carefully laid her down in the back seat of the Impala. He was in the drivers seat turning the ignition key before he noticed Dean in the front passenger seat. "DEAN, YOU WERE TOLD. . ." A blood curdling scream from the back seat stopped John cold. "JOHN HURRY PLEASE, THE BABY IS COMING!!!" Mary was clutching her stomach curled into a ball. The Impala roared to life and the tires screamed for 1/2 a block as John punched the accelerator to the floor. The hospital was less than 10 minutes away, but it felt like hours. Mary was screaming and crying in such agonizing pain, the sound made John grip the steering wheel until his fingers were white. The gut wrenching thought that he might lose his wife and his child crept into his mind and he immediately wanted to be sick. He fought back the nausea and panic by reaching down deep to his Marine Corps training, to lock his emotions down. The Impala roared into the hospital emergency entrance and John bolted from the car screaming like a mad man for someone to help Mary. Several nurses rolled a gurney out and John carefully placed Mary on it. He tried to go with her but was told she was going straight up to labor and delivery. They would come and get him in the waiting room as soon as they knew anything. John stood staring at the double doors they'd just wheeled Mary through when he felt something warm slip into his hand. "Dean?" John looked down to see Dean standing next to him holding his hand. "I completely forgot you were here son." Dean looker up at him. His sea green eyes wide with wonder and affection. "It's ok Daddy" John's eyes filled with tears, picking Dean up and hugging him so tightly Dean giggled and squealed with joy. "You know what? Daddy is glad you're here. Lets go find the waiting room, and. . . start waiting I guess." The waiting room was, as waiting rooms go, nice. It had soft comfy couches and several reclining chairs. A big screen tv was playing some baseball game, and the magazine rack was stocked with every sports, car, hunting, fishing and otherwise male oriented publication, except "those kind" of course. Even though most men went with their wives into the delivery room these days, there were some who chose not to, or could not due to a complicated delivery. So the waiting room maintained its decidedly male atmosphere. Not long after arriving, a nurse came in and told John that Mary needed a c-section. Evidently the placenta had detached too soon and the baby was not getting any oxygen. Had they waited much longer to come to the hospital things may not have gone well. John shook his head and looked down at Dean, remembering the boy's sheer panic that there was something wrong and they needed to get to the hospital quickly. How did he know? A cute candy striper brought John some coffee and Dean some cookies and milk, congratulated them on their new arrival and left. They sat in silence for close to half an hour, when all of a sudden Dean stood up and ran for the door. "Sammy! Sammy! Sammy!" Dean was smiling like someone just announced Christmas was now happening twice a year. "Dean get back here!" John started after him but just then the door opened and a nurse wearing scrubs walked in carrying a small bundle. "Mr. Winchester? It's a boy" John stopped dead in his tracks as the nurse opened the blanket and he saw the tiny face of his new baby son. He reached out to take him, then stopped "m-my wife, is she okay?" The nurse hesitated but saw the desperation on John's face "She's ok Mr. Winchester. She lost a lot of blood, but we managed to get it under control. They're taking her to recovery now if you want to see her . . . " John pushed past the nurse and out the door before she could finish. "Can I see my Sammy now?" The nurse looked down and found herself staring into twin gems of emerald green. "Please? I've been waitn' so so long" "Of course you can sweetheart. Go sit on the couch over there for me" Dean dashed to the couch and sat with one arm propped up on the arm so he could hold the baby easily. The nurse placed the child in his arms marveling at the tenderness and skill the pre-schooler showed with the newborn, remembering to support his head and holding him firmly yet carefully. Dean leaned in close, grazing the baby's forehead with his lips, and whispering softly "Still mine Sammy?" As the nurse watched with amazement, Sammy's eyes popped open, gazing at Dean with an expression of the purest love she'd ever seen. As if these two knew each other, and had known each other for millions of years. Green eyes as deep as the ocean met kaleidoscope eyes of blue, green, brown and gold. The nurse's eyes suddenly flashed a bright glowing blue, then back to normal. She sat down next to Dean on the couch stroking his hair gently. "Yes Dean, Sammy is still yours. And you are still his. Just as you two have been since the beginning of time" Dean smiled and kissed Sammy again "Mine"

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one-soul-two-brothers · 8 years ago

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Always Have Been More Than

Originally posted on AO3 by me. (Redgirl_78 on AO3) There was never a time when Dean and Sam Winchester were not in love. Whatever force in the universe chooses who should be soulmates: God? Fate? Karma? wanted to make sure they were truly together their entire lives. So they were born as brothers. Dean started asking for a sibling as soon as he was able to put words together. His first word was in fact “Sam”. Although at the time Mary and John thought he was saying “Ma'am” instead of mom, so they let it go. The day Mary found out she was pregnant, Dean was waiting for her on the porch when she came home from the doctor. He ran down the steps and jumped into her arms laughing and saying “Thank you, mommy, thank you!” Mary put him down and asked why he was thanking her. Dean rolled his eyes like it was the dumbest thing he’d ever been asked “Cuz you gots my baby!” When Mary told John about it later, he dismissed it by saying Dean must have overheard her on the phone or talking to the neighbor lady about her possible pregnancy. And that was the end of it, for a while. Around the time Mary was starting her second trimester, Dean started talking to her stomach. Not just saying things like “hi baby” but full on conversations as if the baby was talking back. John thought it was odd, but now it was Mary who waved him away saying it was cute that he was so excited about getting a new sibling. When Mary was around 7 months pregnant Dean began climbing into his parents bed every night after they’d gone to sleep. Mary slept facing out because John complained not only did her pregnant belly put off enough heat to bake a pie, but the baby would kick him mercilessly as if it was trying to annoy him intentionally. Dean would lay awake until he heard his dad snoring then tip toe into his parents room, slip into bed next to Mary and proceed to talk to her stomach all night. Sometime before dawn he would go back to his own bed, so he wouldn’t get caught. The nightly visits lasted until Mary started getting up several times a night to use the bathroom, another one of the “joys” of late pregnancy. After that Dean had his “baby talks” during the day. These sessions bothered John for some reason. He told Mary it was weird, and not healthy for Dean to think he was actually holding a conversation with an unborn baby. But again Mary assured him it was fine. It just meant Dean would be close to the new baby, and be a good big brother. How could that be a bad thing? The night before Sam was born, Dean insisted on sleeping with his parents. When John tried to take him to his own room, Dean became very upset. “NO!! My baby needs me! Gots to wake mama up when is time!” “John, I am so tired, and uncomfortable just let him stay” Mary gathered Dean into her arms and sang to him until he fell asleep, hugging her belly. Around 5 AM John was roused from sleep by Dean shaking him and yelling “Daddy Daddy my baby’s coming!” John sat up immediately, confused “Is it time?” “I have no idea why he is saying that! I haven’t had a single … . ” Mary was cut off when a searing pain shot through her lower back. “Ohhhhh, ok, maybe we should get going.” John had just gotten off the phone arranging a sitter for Dean, when Mary came down the stairs with a worried look on her face. Dean trailed behind her, a determined look on his little face. He was insisting on being taken to the hospital with his parents. Even after it was explained by both John and Mary that babies take a very long time to come and Dean would be bored waiting, he would not change his mind. When the babysitter arrived and he realized they were going to leave him at home, the normally sweet, well behaved Dean had an epic meltdown. He wrapped his tiny arms around Mary, pressing his face against her swollen, contracting baby bump and refused to let go. Huge hitching sobs racked his tiny body, as he clung to his mother. “Dean, I promise I will bring mommy home. She will be fine.” John spoke softly mistakenly trying to reassure Dean he was not losing his mommy. “Nooooooo … Gotta. . stay. . with. . my . . Sammy… Sammy’ll be ascared… if ’m not there … when he gets borned!” Dean was crying so hard he could barely breathe between words. John and Mary exchanged confused horrified looks. Not only had they not known if the new baby was a boy or a girl, they had still not decided, if it was a boy, what they were going to name him. Samuel had been discussed, but they were leaning towards Henry after John’s father. Mary stroked Dean’s hair “Honey, why are you calling the baby Sammy? You might get a little sister you know.” “No! … This is my Sammy… He’s mine and nobody elses” Dean refused to listen. He hugged Mary even tighter, when suddenly her water broke. Dean stared at the growing puddle of water, his eyes huge. He let go of Mary’s stomach, grabbed her hand and pulled towards the door. “WE NEED TO GO NOW! SAMMY IS IN TROUBLE!” Dean spoke in a voice that eerily sounded much older than his four years. John opened his mouth to object when Mary screamed. A stream of blood was making its way down her leg, falling to the floor in bright red drops. John scooped Mary into his arms and carried her out the door. Not wanting to take any chances, he carefully laid her down in the back seat of the Impala. He was in the drivers seat turning the ignition key before he noticed Dean in the front passenger seat. “DEAN, YOU WERE TOLD…” A blood curdling scream from the back seat stopped John cold. “JOHN HURRY PLEASE, THE BABY IS COMING!!!” Mary was clutching her stomach curled into a ball. The Impala roared to life and the tires screamed for ½ a block as John punched the accelerator to the floor. The hospital was less than 10 minutes away, but it felt like hours. Mary was screaming and crying in such agonizing pain, the sound made John grip the steering wheel until his fingers were white. The gut wrenching thought that he might lose his wife and his child crept into his mind and he immediately wanted to be sick. He fought back the nausea and panic by reaching down deep to his Marine Corps training, to lock his emotions down. The Impala roared into the hospital emergency entrance and John bolted from the car screaming like a mad man for someone to help Mary. Several nurses rolled a gurney out and John carefully placed Mary on it. He tried to go with her but was told she was going straight up to labor and delivery. They would come and get him in the waiting room as soon as they knew anything. John stood staring at the double doors they’d just wheeled Mary through when he felt something warm slip into his hand. “Dean?” John looked down to see Dean standing next to him holding his hand. “I completely forgot you were here son.” Dean looker up at him. His sea green eyes wide with wonder and affection. “It’s ok Daddy” John’s eyes filled with tears, picking Dean up and hugging him so tightly Dean giggled and squealed with joy. “You know what? Daddy is glad you’re here. Lets go find the waiting room, and… start waiting I guess.” The waiting room was, as waiting rooms go, nice. It had soft comfy couches and several reclining chairs. A big screen tv was playing some baseball game, and the magazine rack was stocked with every sports, car, hunting, fishing and otherwise male oriented publication, except “those kind” of course. Even though most men went with their wives into the delivery room these days, there were some who chose not to, or could not due to a complicated delivery. So the waiting room maintained its decidedly male atmosphere. Not long after arriving, a nurse came in and told John that Mary needed a c-section. Evidently the placenta had detached too soon and the baby was not getting any oxygen. Had they waited much longer to come to the hospital things may not have gone well. John shook his head and looked down at Dean, remembering the boy’s sheer panic that there was something wrong and they needed to get to the hospital quickly. How did he know? A cute candy striper brought John some coffee and Dean some cookies and milk, congratulated them on their new arrival and left. They sat in silence for close to half an hour, when all of a sudden Dean stood up and ran for the door. “Sammy! Sammy! Sammy!” Dean was smiling like someone just announced Christmas was now happening twice a year. “Dean get back here!” John started after him but just then the door opened and a nurse wearing scrubs walked in carrying a small bundle. “Mr. Winchester? It’s a boy” John stopped dead in his tracks as the nurse opened the blanket and he saw the tiny face of his new baby son. He reached out to take him, then stopped “m-my wife, is she okay?” The nurse hesitated but saw the desperation on John’s face “She’s ok Mr. Winchester. She lost a lot of blood, but we managed to get it under control. They’re taking her to recovery now if you want to see her … ” John pushed past the nurse and out the door before she could finish. “Can I see my Sammy now?” The nurse looked down and found herself staring into twin gems of emerald green. “Please? I’ve been waitn’ so so long” “Of course you can sweetheart. Go sit on the couch over there for me” Dean dashed to the couch and sat with one arm propped up on the arm so he could hold the baby easily. The nurse placed the child in his arms marveling at the tenderness and skill the pre-schooler showed with the newborn, remembering to support his head and holding him firmly yet carefully. Dean leaned in close, grazing the baby’s forehead with his lips, and whispering softly “Still mine Sammy?” As the nurse watched with amazement, Sammy’s eyes popped open, gazing at Dean with an expression of the purest love she’d ever seen. As if these two knew each other, and had known each other for millions of years. Green eyes as deep as the ocean met kaleidoscope eyes of blue, green, brown and gold. The nurse’s eyes suddenly flashed a bright glowing blue, then back to normal. She sat down next to Dean on the couch stroking his hair gently. “Yes Dean, Sammy is still yours. And you are still his. Just as you two have been since the beginning of time” Dean smiled and kissed Sammy again “Mine

Okay I remember reading this awhile ago (I’m sure I reblogged it) but I absolutely freaking LOVED IT. It’s so cute and sweet and 100% believe this is exactly what happened! Thanks darling @debivc78! (And is this a continuation of the story here?)

#fic rec #wincest #submission #debivc78

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Realme doesn’t like to waste time in introducing new phones. As a user, the more and better the options, the merrier! Even personally, I love every time I get some device to sink my teeth into. So as the novel 6 Pro reached my hands, I was quick to grill it. The fact that it’s been pushed as a spiritual sequel to the Realme X and not the Realme 5 pro made me all the more curious.

For a starting MSRP of Rs. 17,000, the phone brings a 90Hz dual-punch hole display, Snapdragon 720G, Android 10, and a 64MP quad cam. You may also view it as an alternative to Realme X2 where the AMOLED display has been swapped with a high-refresh-rate LCD panel.

While that ensemble sounds competent, one might wonder there gotta be some compromise, right? Well, there are some trade-offs, that I’ll bring to your attention. And by the end of the review, you’ll know whether you should buy the device or not.

So, C’mon, welcome to my review of the all-new Realme 6 Pro.

But, before we fire away, have a cursory glance upon the in-box contents and the spec table

Realme 6 Pro Unboxing

Here’s what you get inside the Realme’s signature Yellow packaging –

Handset

Charger

USB-C Cable

Sim Ejector tool

Protective case

User guide booklets

Realme 6 Pro Review: Price and Specifications

Model Realme 6 Pro Display 6.6-inch, 90Hz LCD, 1080 x 2400 (full HD+), Gorilla Glass 5, 400 Nits Brightness, 90.60% screen to body ratio, 400PPI Chipset Snapdragon 720G RAM 4GB/6GB/8GB LPDDR4x Storage 64GB/ 128GB UFS 2.1; Dedicated card slot (256GB) Software Android 10, Realme UI Rear camera 64MP F1.8 (primary); 8MP F2.3 (ultrawide-angle); 12MP F2.5 (20X Digital Zoom Telephoto); 2MP F2.4 (4cm macro) Selfie camera 16MP, F/2.0 + 8MP F/2.2 Fingerprint sensor Capacitive (Side-mounted) Dimensions and weight 163.9mm x 75.8mm x 9.4mm; 195 grams Battery 4300mAh, 30W fast charging Price

6 + 64 – Rs. 16,999

6 + 128 – Rs. 17,999

8 + 128 – Rs. 18,999

On with the review then,

Realme 6 Pro Review: Design and Display

Realme 6 Pro Review: Performance

Realme 6 Pro Review: Cameras

Realme 6 Pro Review: Audio, Battery and Connectivity

Realme 6 Pro Review: Verdict

Realme 6 Pro Review: Design and Display

While it’s distant relative OnePlus popularized the 90Hz refresh rate last year, Realme discounts that lubricity to less than one-third the price. The 6 Pro parades a large 6.6-inch display with FHD+ resolution and fluid responsiveness. But, that smoothness is bartered against AMOLED found on the Realme 5 series.

Upon a close probe, I realized this panel shares a plight worse than its peers. The colors are inaccurate and pale, even so, that Realme 6 (review) has a better display. Bizarre! ‘Tis even harder to notice when you’re outdoors.

The back has a familiar oblong with sensors and a realme logo linear to it towards the bottom. The camera To make things different, Realme 6 Pro sports a dynamic lightning texture at the back. That’s fancy to tote around!

The device is also easy to handle one-handed and fits comfortably in the palm. A lite profile even when its mostly glass build, save for plastic mid-frame. The left frame has the volume rocker and sim shelf, the right frame has a power key cum fingerprint reader and the base is where the phone’s solo speaker, USB-C port and 3.5mm jack resides. The buttons are easily reachable and responsive (even the fingerprint scanner).

So, let’s unlock it now!

Realme 6 Pro Review: Performance

I was looking forward to using this phone ever since I came to know it is running on the latest slice of Snapdragon – 720G.

Tasks like app-loading, multi-tasking, scrolling through Zuckstagram flew with ease. However once a while, the rectangle smart bloke did pause and ponder. Still, won’t label it a spoilsport. It garnered decent results on benchmarks and battlefields (PUBG) too. The battle royale game ran at 30 frames (not bad, not wow either) and here’s various other yardsticks data –

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The performance is fueled by LPDDR4x RAM and UFS 2.1 in multiple configs to choose from. But, the real crowd-pleaser experience-wise would be Realme UI. And that’s a stark contrast in my opinion from ColorOS on Realme X and 5 Pro. If you go back to mine or any other reviews back in the days, the OS used to hold a place in the cons section. Not anymore!

ALSO READ: UFS 3.1 vs UFS 3.0 Comparison: What’s New and Different?

Android 10 treat and Realme’s own optimization trickery makes it one of the best software rendition in the Android world. A mix of my favs – Dark Mode (3rd party app-compatible), resizable windows, Digital Wellbeing, floating windows, game space, etcetera. That said, hey Realme, you can still let go of some things. A bevy of bloat and smart assistant, are, for instance, ghosts of ColorOS still haunting Realme UI. A personal opinion, yet it’s something worth quibbling.

The phone ships with the latest security update too. This is something left understated mostly but definitely confidence-inducing for the Android platform in general.

Speaking of which, dependable camera(s) is almost always a crucial criterion for a confident smartphone purchase. So,

Realme 6 Pro Review: Cameras

Click Click, you get two cameras on the front and four at the back. Won’t bore you by repeating the specs. Let’s jump straight into the real-day frames.

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The 64MP Samsung GW1 sensor is a capable producer. The daylight shots below are beautiful with a respectable proportion of shadows, highlights, mid-tones, and sharpness.

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I have observed a shift in the green hue amid normal and ultrawide snaps. Rest, let the photos talk for themselves.

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Details are sketchy once you go all in. But, frankly, having varied sensors is in itself a big shot. Here, they are serviceable.

Despite the night, the cameras manage to pull some genuine good shots. Nightscape piques the colors and along with it, comes some noise. Look at grains on the sky in the image below.

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Here are few more Nightscapes from the Realme 6 Pro –

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Moving to macro, the last sensor of the lot can capture details as close as 4cm. The results were passable.

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Bring in some humans to the fore and the camera won’t disappoint, although the dynamic range needs work. The portrait shots are worth sharing on social media. But, the blur can look a bit unnatural. The good thing is the presence of a slider to adjust the background bokeh.

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And that’s a good thing about the camera UI. Scroll and you’ll find ample options to toy around. You get options like Time Lapse, Slo-mo, Panorama, Expert mode, full-64MP mode, and ultra-steady clips up to 4K@30fps.

Realme 6 Pro Review: Audio, Battery, and Connectivity

The sound outta the solo speaker at the foot is as secluded and soft as you would expect. But, for what it’s worth these days, Jack is here! So put on your cans or in-ears to enjoy the content. Or else go cordless and you’re backed by Bluetooth 5.1 and associated codecs (AAC/APTX/APTX-HD). Go gaga!

Sitting in between the grille and hole is a USB-C socket. That’s where you dock the in-box 30W fast charger. Yes, if the 4300 mAh juice bank drains out, it can refill to 100 in an hour. Back to zero can easily take you through a regular day! Even if you push the device to limits, that charger is liberating to have.

Amongst other things, the phone bags ISRO’s NavIC navigation system out of the box. It’s not something we could explicitly test. Nevertheless, theoretically speaking, that’s better location accuracy in congested urban areas.

Oh, yeah calls were okie-dokie. No problem whatsoever. But, let’s cut the call now as its time for the final say.

Realme 6 Pro Review: Verdict

You see Realme 6 Pro has a lot of features going for it. The dual-punch-hole is a pleasing change from the cookie-cutter notches of yesterdays. Even though the plastic part does cheapen the build ever-so-slightly. Then there is functional and feature-filled software, reliable optics, and the rest of its performing hardware.

And by now you know that the weak sauce is that display. I hope it can be fixed by some tuning. Cuz, if not, that’s a killjoy for sure!

So, yeah, a better display and speaker output would have done wonders. But beyond that, if you love a good bargain just like the next guy, this my friend is an amazing value for money.

Pros

Reliable cameras

Feature-rich software

Covers essential connectivity options

30W fast charging backs an already huge battery

Snappy biometrics

Cons

Display quality

Mediocre audio output

Realme 6 Pro FAQ

Q. Does Realme 6 Pro offer Gorilla glass protection?

A. Yes, the Realme 6 Pro display is shielded by Gorilla Glass 5.

Q. Is the Realme 6 Pro water-resistant?

A. No, the Realme 6 Pro is not water-resistant.

Q: Does the Realme 6 Pro support NaVIC?

A: Yes, the Realme 6 Pro supports ISRO’s NaVIC. Find more about it here.

Q. Is there a notification LED on the Realme 6 Pro?

A. No, the Realme 6 Pro doesn’t have a notification LED light.

Q. Is there an IR blaster on the Realme 6 Pro that can be used to control TVs and other devices?

A. No, there is no IR blaster on the Realme 6 Pro.

Q. What is the AnTuTu score of Realme 6 Pro?

A. In our test, Realme 6 Pro 5G scored 283254 points in the AnTuTu benchmark.

Q. Does Realme 6 Pro support MicroSD card storage expansion? Is it a dedicated slot?

A. Yes, there is support for dedicated expandable storage up to 256GB.

Q. Is there Widevine L1 support on the Realme 6 Pro for HD playback on Netflix, Amazon Prime Video, etc?

A. Realme 6 Pro has DRM Widevine L1 support and is HD streaming ready. However, as of now, I couldn’t run Netflix and Prime Videos at HD quality.

Q. Does Realme 6 Pro support wireless charging?

A. Unfortunately, no Realme 6 Pro doesn’t support wireless charging. So, that lack of reverse wireless charging goes without saying.

Q. Does Realme 6 Pro support call recording?

A. Yes, Realme has baked in an automatic call recording feature in the Realme 6 Pro. Find this option hidden within System apps> Calls> Call recording.

Q. Does the Realme 6 Pro support USB OTG?

A. Yes, you can connect the external pen drive to the Realme 6 Pro using the USB OTG feature.

Q. Does the Realme 6 Pro support NFC?

A. Yes, Realme 6 Pro does support NFC.

Q. Does the Realme 6 Pro support aptX codec?

A. Yes, Realme 6 Pro does support the aptX codec.

Q. Does the Realme 6 Pro support VoWiFi?

A. Yes, Realme 6 Pro does support the VoWiFi.

Q. Does Realme 6 Pro support Camera2API and Google camera app (GCam)?

A. Realme 6 Pro comes with Level 3 Camera2API support out of the box and thus, GCam should work just fine.

Q. Does Realme 6 Pro support FM Radio?

A. Yes, the Realme 6 Pro does support FM Radio.

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