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What’s up girl, I was wondering if you could do that trendy 2010s female tv protagonist makeup look post! inspired by elena gilbert, aria montgomery, and tori vega 🖤💋
2010s Female Tv Protagonist Makeup Tutorial ♡
Ah, this is super easy! Beginner friendly and completely drugstore!! <33
Okay, after analyzing each of their makeup looks, here’s what they have in common:
Brown smokey eyeshadow
False lashes
Pinky blush
No lip liner
Rosy/mauve sheer lips
Filled-in eyebrows
So that’s exactly what you’re going to do! Let’s get on to the products and tutorial!
(Optional) do (a) foundation with a moist beauty blender or foundation brush
Conceal your under eyes and/or blemishes with (b) concealer with a concealer brush
(Optional) fill in your eyebrows with an (f) eyebrow pencil
Brown smokey (h) eyeshadow with small eyeshadow brushes. Start with a light shade all over your lid, a medium shade in your crease and outer corner of your eye, then lastly a dark brown shade on the outer corner of your eye but slightly smaller than the medium shade
Put on (d) false lashes with eyelash glue. Or (e) mascara if you don’t want to wear false lashes
(Optional) tight-line your waterline
Put on (c) lip gloss
Swipe on (g) blush with a blush brush
Set with (optional) pressed powder and/or setting spray
*The underlined pink text are links to the products!
I hope this is what you asked for! Let me know if it isn’t and I’ll gladly redo it! 💕 If you have any questions, let me know in the comments! 🫶
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𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐉𝐨𝐫𝐢
𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭: Jade has invited Tori over to work on an assignment for Sikowitz, but the two get distracted, and end up having a pillow fight, ending with flirty remarks.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: enemies -> friends w tension, fluff
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, unless pillow fights trigger you idk
Rain tapped against the windows gently, which would have put Tori right to sleep, if it weren’t for the screaming and sounds of knives slicing skin interrupting the peace. Not real skin and screams, of course, just “The Scissoring.” Normally, Tori wouldn’t have watched this movie in her free time, and she wasn’t- she was at Jade’s house - solely for the purpose of homework though (which Jade insists).
The reason why Tori was in her enemy’s house was that Sikowitz assigned them to write a short story together for homework and act it out the next class. Normally, this would be easy for the two girls, but because they need to work together it has proven to be more difficult. What wasn’t part of the homework, however, was to be cuddled up next to each other while one was on the verge of tears from fear. That one being Tori, of course. The only reason why Jade was currently tolerating this is because Tori was watching the movie with her, which took enough convincing in the first place.
Tori’s face was nuzzled into the crook of Jade’s neck, her hand grasping onto the other black, lacy shirt. Jade, on the other hand, was just laughing under her breath, teasing Tori as she cowered.
“Really, Vega, I’d assume you would have seen at least some slashers in the 18 years of your pathetic life?” She’d comment teasingly, which resulted in Tori gasping in an overdramatic, teasing manner. She’d release Jade from her grasp and would grasp a pillow, quickly hitting Jade’s shoulder with it.
“Hey! Don’t be talking so much smack when I’m the one who wrote the whole paper!” She’d say, instantly regretting the words as Jade shot her an icy, terrifying glare as she picked up the pillow again. Tori would instantly attempt to scramble away, flailing wildly, and failing. “Jade! J-“ She was cut off as the pillow hit her repeatedly, Jade smacking her as if there was no tomorrow.
Surprisingly, Tori just started laughing. She’d grin wildly as Jade continued her weak assault, “Hey!!” She’d laugh, which resulted in a little smile tugging at Jade’s lips, which were painted in black lipstick. The two girls would spend another minute or so aimlessly wrestling with pillows, laughter and small thuds filling the room joyously.
Eventually, Jade would surrender, falling back down onto her messy sheets, breathing heavily as she giggled breathily. Tori soon collapsed next to her, laughing much more boisterously. They were both a mess, their hair everywhere, clothes all twisted, makeup smudged, but they didn’t care about that right now. “Sorry about your…” Tori spoke, “Everything,” She’d finish, before chuckling as she turned to look at Jade, a little flustered to see that the dark-haired girl was looking at her already.
“It’s fine, payback, I guess,” the raven would say, nodding to the TV screen. Tori would laugh a bit, and just find herself looking at Jade. The way her messed up hair spread on the pillows, her smudged mascara made her eyes look sleepier, and her black lipstick chipped in some places. A smile would cross her face. “What??” Jade would say skeptically, narrowing her eyes.
“You’re just pretty, is all.”
“Oh.” Jade would flush, pursing her lips and looking in the other direction. Tori would giggle, before hearing what sounded like a mumble from Jade.
“Hm?” The brunette would ask, moving a bit closer in an attempt to hear what the other said.
“youreprettytoo.” She’d say a little louder, her words slurred. Tori felt her face heat up, now aware of what Jade had said, but she decided to tease Jade a little more.
“Sorry, what was that??” She’d chirp. Jade would suddenly turn to face the brunette. The girls lay on their sides, their faces only inches apart as they looked at each other, silent for a moment.
“You’re pretty too, Vega.” Jade would say in her normal tone of voice, yet her words wavering a bit. Something that Tori noticed was that whenever Jade complimented her, she would never make eye contact, like, for instance, right now, Jade’s fingers were fidgeting with the black bedsheets idly. Tori would smile dumbly as if she’d never been complimented before.
“Thank you, Jade.”
“yeah, whatever. Fix your hair..” Jade would mumble, before she reached forward, gently pushing a bit of Tori’s hair behind her ear. Tori knew her face was red. She never experienced such gentleness from Jade.
“ah…” She’d mutter, smiling softly.
“I’d rather see your face than your dead ends sometimes.” Jade would murmur. There she was again, Tori would muse, rolling her eyes.
“Goodnight Jade.” She’d say as she pulled the blankets up to her shoulders.
“Goodnight, Vega.” Jade would mock Tori in her stupid impression voice as she leaned over, turning off the lamp on her bedside table.
“That doesn’t sound like me, Jade.” Tori would mumble sassily, despite the smile she was burying in Jade’s velvety pillow sheets.
𝐚/𝐧: AAAA sorry 4 the wait </3 i got sick and unmotivated ughh. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this little scenario with my faves :) Thank you sm to those who voted on the poll, it was great motivation!!! Likes and reblogs are appreciated <333 - Fable
#victorious#jori#jori fanfiction#wlw#jade west#tori vega#jade#tori#sapphic#fanfic#victorious au#victorious fanfic#fluff#lgbtq#lesbian
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Victorious Sims Download
my id name is: angelinaaa022 (all sims have everyday outfit + makeup! rest is blank)
not sure if needed but i did use Eyebrow Slider | Patreon
Cat Valentine:
skin: Winter Berry: Cartoon Part! | northern siberia winds on Patreon (skin a)
nose preset: ✩ GLOSS COLLECTION ✩ | northern siberia winds on Patreon (21)
hair: The BRATZ Collection - GREENLLAMAS | Patreon (cloe hair)
gloss: cupid's kiss lip kit collection ♡ by peachyfaerie | Patreon (lust lipgloss overlay)
eyebrows: The Sims Resource - Cecilia Eyebrows N83
eyelashes: 3D Eyelashes for The Sims 4 | Kijiko (kijiko-catfood.com)
eyeliner: The Sims Resource - Rose Eyeliner N39
outfit: wildflowers pt II (cc pack) | aretha on Patreon (rosie dress)
Tori Vega:
skin: ✩ Cartoon Style Genetics Set Part II ✩ | northern siberia winds on Patreon (ver. a)
nose preset: Berry Genetics and Presets Set! | northern siberia winds on Patreon (30)
hair: Carine Hair | Patreon
gloss: same file as cat
eyebrows: The Sims Resource - Eyebrows N98
eyelashes: same file as cat
eyeliner: The Sims Resource - Winged Smoky Eyeliner N11
top: November 2022 Collection | Patreon (vivienne top)
Jade West:
skin: Winter Berry: Cartoon Part! | northern siberia winds on Patreon (skin b)
hair: Bonita V2 Hairstyle DL | GreenteaHoney on Patreon (style b)
extra color(doesnt really go with hair): The Sims Resource - Anto - Flamingo (Hair)
gloss: same file as cat + tori
eyebrows: The Sims Resource - Raven Eyebrows N38
eyebrow piercing: The Sims Resource - DIY Eyebrow Piercing Set
eyelashes: same file as cat + tori
eyeliner: The Sims Resource - Sleek Smoky Eyeliner N12
top: AxA 2021: Planet AxA | Public on 10-23 | Patreon (lousweater v1)
bottom: nightcall collection (cc pack) | aretha on Patreon (allison skirt)
stockings: rebel collection | aretha on Patreon (rebel stockings)
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VICTORIA JUSTICE at the Netflix and Elle Celebrate Latinas in Hollywood on October 16th 2022 wearing UNKNOWN
I thought this was a great look for Victoria! Every attendee kept their looks very clean and sharp. I loved the tailoring on Victoria's suit, and the exposed bra underneath. I thought the silver lining was just amazing. I especially loved the hearts on the pant and suit pocket. I thought it was a really cute detail, and really made the look.
#victoria justice#netflix#elle#tori vega#fashion#actress#victorious#elle magazine#fashion journalism#femaledaily#celebrity fashion#stunner babe#red carpet fashion#hot celebs#beauty#makeup#red carpet#red carpet looks#fancyschmancy#celebrity style#style#celebs#fashion inspiration#fashion inspo#beautiful#stunning#pretty#gorgeous#celebrities#celebrity
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drarreckyninja’s top 50 ships of Nov 2022 [7. Tyle]; [6. Spirk]; [5. Icemav]; [4. Catorade; [3. Shassie]; [2. Rinch]; [1. Hannigram]
Todd Wright x Lyle [So Help Me Todd]
Spock Xtmprsqzntwlfb x Jim Kirk [Star Trek: TOS, AOS]
Iceman x Maverick [Top Gun]
Cat Valentine x Tori Vega x Jade West [Victorious]
Shawn Spencer x Carlton Lassiter [Psych]
John Reese x Harold Finch [Person of Interest]
Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham [Hannibal]
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EAD: Todd's the youngest sibling, born in 1989, making him 33 in 2022. Lyle is in his mid-thirties, which is defined as 34-36. There's a 1-3 year age gap.
Easy. Spock is 3 years older than Jim.
Iceman was born in 1959, and Maverick was born in 1963: 4 years.
Cat's birthday is June 26th, 1995; Tori's birthday is February 19, 1993; Jade's birthday is July 26th, 1993. There are 157 days between Jade and Tori, 2 years between Tori and Cat, and 28 months and 7 days between Tori and Cat.
Shawn was born in 1977, and Carlton was born in 1968, so there’s a 9-year age difference.
John B. Warren is John Reese's clean cover identity which he only uses under extreme circumstances, and he's 42 in series 02. Harold is 17 (being a late teenager yet not an adult) in 1979, which would make him 51 while John B. Warren is active. There's a 9-year gap.
In series 01, Hannibal is 49 and Will is 38. It's an 11-year gap.
Incorrect Quotes:
Todd: I wish I was a dinosaur.
Lyle: Why? Cause they're big and scary?
Todd: Because they're dead.
Jim: Do you know a turtles only weakness?
Spock: No... well, their slowness.
Jim: Their weaknesss is they can't roll over when they are on their backs.
Jim: Now I have a plan.
Jim: If I duct tape two turtles together, they'll be unstoppable.
Maverick: I don't know, it's not my cup of tea.
Iceman: Well then whose is it?
Maverick, staring at a cup of tea: I don't know!
Tori: Jade you can’t move in with Cat.
Jade: Why not?
Tori: Well, um, how are you going to feel when she sees you without any makeup?
Jade: I’m not wearing makeup right now.
Tori: Holy crap, you’re beautiful.
Carlton: So we're gathered here today for a very special reason and I think you'll all agree with me here.
Carlton: And if you don't well then fuck you.
Carlton: I'm looking at you, Shawn, you jealous mop.
Harold: I want to be with you for the rest of my life.
John: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal.
Harold, getting down on one knee: That's 'cause it is.
Will, holding a fork: You know you're talking a lot of shit for someone who has 2 perfectly good eyeballs each cost about $16,000 on the black market.
Hannibal: ....
Will: *lip smack*
Subship(s): Scones [Scotty x Bones]; Chulu [Pavel x Hikaru]; Nytine [Nyota x Christine]; Gaipring [Gaila x T'Pring]; Hangster [Hangman x Rooster]; Reck [Robbie x Beck]; Scarlias [Marconi x Elias]; Shoot [Shaw x Root]; Preller [Jimmy x Brian]
Notes: So Help Me Todd is an amazing new show, and I am anticipating the slow burn enemies to friends to lovers between Todd and Lyle. It's already canon that Todd is bisexual with his blatant agreement that Francey's husband is hot. Spock and Jim are definitely more than "just friends" in TOS. Have you seen Iceman and Maverick's interactions? Cat x Tori x Jade = the perfect combo. Rewatch Victorious with a slow burn on them three as endgame. Shawn and Carlton certainly grow closer - until the weird shift around This Episode Sucks. John and Harold have a cover identity where THEY ARE A COUPLE. Hannibal and Will have a fucked-up relationship, but there is some weird romancing, and it is canon.
#top 50 ships#my ships#countdown#nov 2022#belated#incorrect quotes#how the hell did it get so late#so help me todd#star trek#top gun#victorious#psych 2006#person of interest#hannibal#todd x lyle#spock x jim#iceman x maverick#cat x tori x jade#shawn x carlton#reese x finch#hannibal x will#tyle#spirk#icemav#catorade#shassie#rinch#hannigram
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now what does tori vega have against robbie’s male makeup 🤨🤨
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Are You in Love With a Notion? (Diamond Chaney) - Ortega
summary: Ellie wakes up in the Lake District with a hangover, an engagement ring, and her best friend in her bed. It’s not quite Vegas, but it’s still a cataclysmic mess.
a/n: this one goes out to the anon that came to my inbox with the concept “diamond chaney but they impulsively get married one night and have to deal with the consequences later”. it was too good to just headcanon for so it’s now a fully-fledged fic. it’s complete and utter silly nonsense and it’s by no means the most groundbreaking writing in the world, but it is FUN! hope u all enjoy and pls enjoy my continued campaign for u all to board the diamond chaney clown bus xo
(do people still use snapchat? fuck knows, but i needed it for plot purposes. if u like u can pretend this is set in 2016.)
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Ellie wakes up feeling like a bat has shat in her head.
It feels as if her pulse is contained entirely within her cranium given the way it’s throbbing, and every time she blinks it’s as if each of her eyelashes weigh twenty kilogrammes. She momentarily wonders where she is before the heavy cream drapes and the shiny glass-topped bedside table come into focus and she remembers she’s in the hotel room. A’whora had wanted to splash out for her birthday (“you only turn a quarter of a century old once, ladies!”) and no expense was spared since she’d got that promotion a few months back. She’d covered the difference for any of the girls who wouldn’t have been able to afford to go away and Ellie was thankful for her friend’s kindhearted and generous nature. After all, she’s not the kind of girl who would say no to a treat, and she’ll return the favour as soon as her salon takes off.
(And it will take off. She didn’t study business for nothing.)
But the room right now, even with its four-poster bed and the cosy sheets and the four soft pillows, is providing absolutely no respite from the fact that Ellie is hanging out of her arse. Throwing her arm over her eyes as she squeezes them shut, she gives a small, self-indulgent sob of anguish and suffering.
And as she rolls from her side onto her back, she becomes aware of the fact that she’s not alone in the bed.
The dread and fear that grips her heart reminds her of when she went on school camp in Primary 7 and had to jump into one of those freezing cold plunge pools.
She keeps her arm over her eyes for a few more seconds to allow herself to work up the mental stability she needs to face whoever’s at her side. Maybe it’s a dream. Maybe this has all been in her mind and in a moment she’s going to wake up hangover-free with her bed blissfully empty.
Ellie brings her arm down from her eyelids and, without knowing what possesses her (aside from the copious amounts of alcohol that remain in her bloodstream), bites down gently on her arm in lieu of pinching herself.
She can confirm she is still very much awake.
It’s not that a one-night-stand is beyond her; she would even go as far as to say that at one point both she and A’whora were infamous for it back at uni, and she’s admittedly glad that “Dirty Diamond” just isn’t as catchy as “A’whora” and therefore that particular nickname hasn’t stuck with her into adult life like it has for her friend. No, what she’s surprised at herself for is the fact she’s brought someone back at her big age. She hasn’t had a random hookup for a while now, and the fact she can’t remember it is even worse.
She presses the hand that’s under the duvet against her thigh and her heart almost gives out with relief at the fact she can feel clothes. She can’t have gone too far, then. This is okay. This is salvageable. As she runs her fingers over the hem of whatever the fuck she’s wearing, realisation slowly dawns on her that it’s her pink playsuit from the night before.
Ellie genuinely can’t tell if the situation is better because she’s not naked, or worse because she’s still in her clothes from last night.
Her pulse skyrockets again, however, as an arm gently thuds over her waist through the duvet and the person, whoever the hell they even are, snuggles into her side contentedly. Only…it all feels too weirdly familiar for Ellie’s liking. The body beside her, the closeness, even the rise and fall of the breathing is all that of someone she feels like she knows.
Lifting her arm off her eyes and to her forehead, opening them, and finally ripping the plaster off to see who’s by her side, Ellie doesn’t know whether to be relieved or slightly horrified.
A purple velvet jumpsuit with a belt to tie her in at the waist that’s coming undone. Black and purple painted nails. Endless waves of thick lilac hair that are fanned out in tendrils across the white pillowslip. An entire face of perfectly painted makeup that’s still clinging on from the night before.
It’s Lawrence. She’s waking up beside her best friend. This is fine. This is totally normal. They’ve shared a bed countless times before back at uni, and it’s not something Ellie’s ever been adverse to- quite the opposite in fact, she thinks, as her stomach does a flip.
Something still feels off, though.
And then, as Ellie brings her hand down from her forehead and something bumps against it, it hits her- physically and metaphorically- all at once.
The ring Lawrence always wears; her pride and joy, her grandmother’s ring. The one that looks like the heart of the ocean on her finger, a huge blue diamond surrounded by eight small platinum ones. The ring Lawrence guards with her life and would only take off if it was physically tasered off her. The ring that could single-handedly obliterate Lawrence’s entire student debt and probably Ellie’s too if she was feeling generous enough.
The ring- that ring- is currently sitting on the fourth finger of Ellie’s left hand. As if it’s an engagement ring.
“Lawrence,” Ellie says without thinking. Her voice is croaky and too-loud in the silence of the room, but Lawrence still takes a while to stir beside her. She pulls Ellie close with the arm that’s round her, nuzzles her face into her arm. Usually the feeling wouldn’t be an unwelcome one, but just now Ellie’s got bigger problems. She hisses again. “Lawrence, wake up.”
“I’m not shagging you, Ruth Davidson, you wee Tory,” Lawrence’s sleep-coated voice comes from beside her, and Ellie finally draws back, reaches behind her and takes the pillow out from under her head to thump her with.
“For fuck’s sake! Lawrence, wake up! We’re in the shit here!”
As Lawrence finally blinks slowly, Ellie watches her go through the seven stages of grief far more rapidly than she’s just done. She feels like an idiot for the way her heart dips in disappointment when Lawrence shuffles back from her and draws her arm away self-consciously. She mumbles, grumpy and tired. “Ellie, I’m not alive.”
“Yes you are, drama queen.”
“No I’m fucking not. I feel how Prince Philip looks,” she groans in despair, obviously as hungover as Ellie is. She screws her face up and rubs her eyes, in turn smearing her makeup over her cheekbones. “Why am I even here?”
“I don’t know. Maybe we shagged,” Ellie says dryly, before holding the back of her hand up to Lawrence’s face. “Main question is, why the hell do I have this?”
Lawrence’s eyes grow wide in recognition before she groans and thumps her head back against the pillow. “How did you even…? Aw, I don’t know, Ellie, I’m too hungover to be mad about it. Just gies it back before you breathe and lose it or some shite.”
“But why is it…you know. Why is it here?” Ellie asks insistently, pressing her hand against her friend’s face in a deliberately annoying way. Lawrence grabs her wrist and forces it away from her face to get a proper look, and Ellie can see the cogs turn in her head before her face blanches at the implication.
Appearing to try and collect herself, Lawrence frowns, batting Ellie’s arm away. “You were probably getting hit on by some reprobate forty year old man in a suit so I’ll have let you pretend to be married to me. You should be honoured, really, it’s the closest you’ll get to perfection.”
“Piss off,” Ellie rolls her eyes as Lawrence gives a sleepy chuckle. She fiddles with the ring on her finger. It’s a little too small, and taking it off is proving difficult. Combined with the underlying stress of something still not being right, though, and it’s not enough to make Ellie’s dread dissipate.
“Can you remember any of last night?” she asks Lawrence, who’s scrabbling around on the bedside table for her phone.
“Nothing. You?”
“Neither,” Ellie rubs her temples with her fingers as if trying to massage the hangover out of her brain. No such luck.
“A’whora will be worse than us, then, won’t she? Because the last thing I remember is her and Tayce necking the prosecco at pres- oh, shit,” Lawrence has successfully retrieved her phone, and as she cuts herself off she’s frowning at it as if it’s committed a crime against her. “She’s calling just now, actually.”
Ellie already knows A’whora will be perfectly fresh and put together even before Lawrence swipes her phone across the screen to accept the facetime call, and so seeing her looking exactly that plus her girlfriend beside her looking the exact same just makes Ellie want to die even more.
A’whora’s smile is smug on her face as she smirks at them through the phone. “How are you two lovebirds doing this morning?”
Her words are like cold water down Ellie’s spine, and from the way Lawrence’s expression has changed too it seems she’s not the only one. She’s wondering what A’whora’s trying to imply with her joke and really, really hoping it’s just an innocent barb with no meaning behind it. Ellie can’t speak, but Lawrence gets there before her anyway. “What?”
“The married couple! The newlyweds! The babas!” Tayce jumps in, way too energetic and excited and making Ellie feel more hungover just looking at her.
Her words, though, aren’t helping her growing need to spew all over the hotel room floor. “What are you talking about?”
A’whora’s jaw drops open, and she barely conceals a laugh. “Oh my God. What do you remember?”
Ellie doesn’t want to give either of them the satisfaction of admitting that the answer’s nothing, but Lawrence is talking before she can get a chance. “Neither of us can remember anything. All I know is that I woke up in bed with this slut and she’s tried to steal my gran’s ring off me to…fuck knows, pretend she’s married to me. She wishes.”
“Lawrence,” Tayce starts, barely audible from giggling. “You two are married. You got married last night.”
What the fuck.
How can they be married? It’s not possible. Ellie tries to think but she can’t conjure up any clear thoughts. She feels the same smack of dread and fear that she felt when she went on that motorcycle rollercoaster at Flamingo Land two summers ago. Lawrence had been by her side then, too, her hand over Ellie’s white-knuckled one and reeling off ridiculous jokes to try and calm her down. She hates rollercoasters, and this one doesn’t seem like it’s going to be over anytime soon.
Lawrence doesn’t seem fazed. “You’re on the wind-up. Els, don’t give them the satisfaction, they’re taking the piss.”
“We’re not!” Tayce gasps, affronted, and A’whora is protesting adamantly too. “There was a wedding party in the bar last night and the pair of you kept moaning about how single you were and how you’d never find love.”
Lawrence narrows her eyes at her through the camera, offended. Ellie is inclined to feel the same.
“And the pair of you eventually decided you were just going to marry each other. Bimini mentioned they’re an ordained minister, so then you both insisted they married the pair of you in the hotel bar.”
“Get so far to fuck,” Lawrence snorts derisively, but it’s still not helping Ellie’s rising, terrified heart rate. “We’re meanty believe this, aye? Why in the fuck would I ever agree to marrying this wee cow, as if I would lower myself!?”
Ouch. Ellie scowls, screws her face up as she tears her eyes away from the screen and looks at Lawrence pointedly. “Thanks babes, love you too.”
“But you know what I mean!” Lawrence sort-of-not-really apologises. “Right, then, I’ll bite. If we got married, how did we get to the registry office? What registry office is open at eleven at night on a Saturday?”
A’whora shrugs all blasé. “There’s one in the hotel, we just went there. Caught it just before it closed, I think.”
Ellie narrows her eyes. She wants to believe it’s a joke, so she attempts to pick a hole in the story. “If we were that drunk, though, they wouldn’t have married us? Surely? I mean it’s not Vegas, A’whora, it’s the fucking Lake District.”
“Oh no, baby, the registrar said they get couples turning up drunk all the time! And obviously myself, A’whora and Bimini were much more sober than you, so we were the responsible adults. Or bridesmaids, I guess. We were that classy level of prosecco tipsy, you pair were on the vodka lemonades by eight last night,” Tayce explains.
As the story unfolds, Ellie feels more and more nauseous. She wants to crawl up into a ball like a dead woodlouse. Surely not. Surely not.
“Wedding dresses,” Lawrence says argumentatively. “We didn’t have wedding dresses. It would’ve been so obvious we were taking the piss.”
“Oh, neither of you would stop going on about how the colour scheme was pink and purple! Matching pink and purple playsuits! Which I see you’re still wearing, you absolute hounds,” Tayce wrinkles her nose in distaste.
Everything seems to be adding up to a ridiculously clear and yet blurry degree, and Ellie can’t in any way cope with the magnitude of the situation. She throws her arms over her face and curls up into the foetal position with a groan of self-pity. Through the duvet, she feels Lawrence whack her.
“Ellie, shut up! It’s so obviously a joke,” she insists, and Ellie can hear the roll of her eyes. A’whora and Tayce are cackling down the phone like two little Wizard of Oz witches and Ellie’s never identified more with Dorothy in her life.
“Well, believe us or don’t believe us, still doesn’t change the fact you got hitched,” A’whora says lightly. “I mean, you’ll have the marriage certificate to prove it. You had it last night, it’ll be in your room somewhere.”
Ellie pops her head out from under the duvet in horror. Her voice comes out as a horrified squeak. “Marriage certificate?”
A’whora shrugs. “Yeah! If you don’t believe us then maybe you’ll believe a piece of paper.”
“The marriage certificate that doesn’t exist. Aye, nae bother,” Lawrence says, still clearly disdainful of the story. “You coming to breakfast or what?”
“Oh, babe! Been there, done that! We got up at seven, showered, dressed, makeup, breakfast, and we’ve been out for a walk. Get on our level,” Tayce flicks her hair. Ellie fleetingly loathes her.
Lawrence rubs her forehead with her free hand, clearly headachey. “Well I’m starving, so I’m not hanging around to be wound up by the fuckin’ lesbian Prank Patrol any longer. Time’s check out?”
“You’ve got til half twelve. I got us a late one, figured we’d all need it.”
As Lawrence promises to see the other two later and hangs up, Ellie can’t speak. She’s still in shock at the potential truth from last night; that they actually got married. To each other. Over the years, Ellie’s invented made-up scenarios in her head that involve various things: telling Lawrence how she feels, kissing Lawrence, Lawrence asking her on a date. None of them have involved marriage. She’s never even thought to think that far ahead, but now it’s a reality it doesn’t seem like the Disney-princess dream she’s always expected it to be.
It actually feels sort of like a nightmare.
A thud from a pillow brings her back to reality. “Ellie!”
Ellie looks at her friend, who’s managed to crawl off the bed and is standing beside it, looking expectantly at her. Ellie blinks in bewilderment, rubs her eyes before she speaks. “What?”
“I’m gonna go shower and get changed and then we can go down to breakfast? I’ll come back and knock in about fifteen minutes?”
Ellie can’t believe she’s so calm. Sitting up in bed and feeling her head sting again, she looks pointedly at Lawrence. “You’re not in any way bothered about the story the girls just told us? The fact we might have got married?”
Lawrence snorts. “Oh, Ellie, please. You’re so gullible I swear to God someone could tell you Davina McCall’s the new Pope and you’d just nod and accept it.”
“But the marriage certificate, though? The ring? Which, by the way, won’t come off,” Ellie tugs on it again, trying not to panic when it doesn’t budge.
“There won’t be a marriage certificate! You said it, it’s the UK, it’s not Vegas. There’s a reason shotgun weddings aren’t a thing here. You honestly think we could just rock up to a registry office and get married?”
Ellie falls silent. She should feel reassured, but she doesn’t.
“I’m away to scrub the first ten layers of alcohol sweat out of my pores, awrite? You better be ready by the time I’m back.”
Lawrence leaves and Ellie is left on her own with her thoughts, which all seem to ricochet off her brain and pummel it to a husk, making her hangover worse. She still searches lazily for the fabled marriage certificate in between showering and getting ready, looking fruitlessly under discarded clothes on the floor and under furniture. Lawrence is right- she knows Lawrence is right- but there’s still a part of Ellie’s mind that’s niggling away with a what if on a loop.
By the time Lawrence knocks on her door again, Ellie is back not knowing what to think. She finds herself frantically babbling to her on the way down to the hotel restaurant in the lift, but her friend won’t entertain it.
“You’re too easy to prank. How can you believe them, it’s obviously a bam up!”
“Well, it could’ve happened! They brought it up before we even said we couldn’t remember anything, right? I mean, why else would you give me your ring? You barely trust me to hold your phone for two seconds to take a picture,” Ellie runs a hand through her hair, which she didn’t wash and is still in its big curls from the night before.
“Aye! Because you dropped it in the road when we went out for Jazz’s birthday!”
“That was two years ago! And I paid for the screen repairs!” Ellie cries in indignation, but the memory still makes her blush. She grows quiet again before her mind takes her back to the apparent events of last night. “The story makes sense.”
“The story does not make sense!” Lawrence sighs, agitated. “What proof do we have? You’re wearing my ring and our pals have told us the plot of a Hangover film? Honestly, hen, if we got married last night I’ll buy you an Uber back to Dundee.”
As they reach the dining room, the pair of them stop dead in the entranceway. Because there in the middle, almost as if it’s framed, is a table for two surrounded by inflatable red heart-shaped balloons, covered in red sparkly confetti, with champagne flutes and roses and polished silverware.
“What time’s my Uber booked for, then?” Ellie deadpans sarcastically. She doesn’t know why she’s making a joke. She isn’t in a joking mood. She’s nothing short of horrified.
“Calm down. That won’t be for us. A’whora said there was a wedding party last night, remember? It’ll be for them,” Lawrence reassures her, but Ellie doesn’t miss the distinct lack of self-assuredness to her voice that had been there before.
A waiter approaches them and asks for their name. Lawrence speaks (because Ellie can’t quite manage), and in return the waiter fixes them with a bright smile.
“Ladies, on behalf of us all at the Old England, we would like to wish you many congratulations and happiness on this most special occasion. Please, follow me,” he reels off before walking in the direction of the over-the-top, Valentine’s Day-style photoshoot set-up that is apparently where they’re having breakfast.
Ellie is going to be sick.
“You’ve got to be fucking joking,” Lawrence whispers all in one breath, before sleepwalking towards their table and sitting down with a tight smile of thanks to the eager waiter. As Ellie sits in the chair opposite, she notices the affectionate smiles from couples at other tables and feels her face flush with hot embarrassment. The waiter disappears with a promise to be back for their order soon, and the pair of them are left sitting in stunned silence.
“Lawrence,” Ellie says first. Her gaze is stuck on the table, shocked and stunned.
“Don’t,” Lawrence replies. When Ellie finally looks at her she’s sitting with her eyes squeezed shut, her face a picture of strained concentration.
“What are you doing? You look constipated.”
“I’m trying to wake up from this abject fucking nightmare,” Lawrence says through gritted teeth.
Even though Lawrence is right- it is a nightmare, it’s a bad, terrible dream- it doesn’t stop the way her words feel ever-so-slightly like a blow to the crush Ellie’s harboured for an embarrassingly long length of time. She can’t think about that, though. There are bigger issues at stake here. Like the fact they’re married.
“Do you believe me now? Why the hell would the hotel do all this if we didn’t get married in their registry office the night before?”
“It’ll be…” Lawrence begins, trying to explain it away then putting her head in her hands when she realises she’s at a loss. “Fuck, I don’t know. We need A’whora or Tayce down here to talk it through with us. Or Bimini. If it’s A’whora and Tayce’s prank then they might not be in on it.”
“They had to go back to London early for a shoot, remember? They’ll have already left,” Ellie reminds Lawrence, and her face falls in dismay.
The waiter returns holding a bottle of champagne and Ellie watches Lawrence turn over her flute with a little aggressive thud and doesn’t say when until the bubbles climb to the very top of the glass. They both order pastries, Ellie’s appetite completely gone and Lawrence’s appearing to be the same.
Ellie narrows her eyes at Lawrence as she watches her glug the bubbles down. “How the hell can you be drinking at a time like this? Are you not hungover?”
“I am hungover, yes. But I need to be drunk to deal with this situation. So I’m hoping this’ll at least take the edge off a bit,” she says dryly. Ellie rolls her eyes.
“Being drunk got us into this situation, it’s not gonna get us out of it,” she sighs helplessly, realising too late that she sounds too much like her Mum. Lawrence responds appropriately; shaking her head at her moodily and staring off into the distance as she keeps sipping from her glass.
Ellie cups her cheeks, thanks the waiter weakly as he puts down a tray of pastries in front of the two of them. She tries to go over the events of last night in her head but draws a blank every time. According to A’whora and Tayce they’ll have been at the bar, decided to get married…Bimini had married them, somehow and somewhere, and they’d gone to the registrar…then they’d presumably got even more drunk and had a dance, and then…
How had Lawrence ended up in her room? Unless they’d…no. They’d both still had their clothes on from the night before.
But that wouldn’t have stopped them making out.
“Oh, God,” Ellie groans, unable to hold in the regret and the constant pain of her headache. Lawrence shoots her a funny look. Ellie’s loath to explain herself. The idea that the first kiss she’s shared with Lawrence has been messy, drunk, and one she can’t even remember is one that makes her feel stupid amounts of disappointed, but she’s not exactly going to share that with her friend.
“Loz, what if we did something last night?”
“What, aside from get married?” Lawrence talks through a mouthful of croissant. Then, as realisation dawns, her chewing stops. “Oh.”
There’s an awkward silence as they both stare at each other.
“Nah,” Lawrence finally shrugs as she resumes eating. “Because we both still had our clothes from last night on when we woke up?”
“Yeah, but we still could’ve kissed,” Ellie pulls a face, the words feeling too awkward and childish as they come out of her mouth. Lawrence seems to hesitate for a second before smirking across the table at her.
“Aye right. As if I’d ever let you near enough to me for that to happen.”
“Rich from the girl who was wrapped around me when I woke up,” Ellie quirks an eyebrow at her, and it’s Lawrence’s turn to fall silent.
Breakfast doesn’t last long. Between their hangovers and the fact that they’re both trying to make sense of the whole crazy situation neither of them can eat much, and they’re dragging themselves back to their rooms before too long. They continue to discuss everything, purely because there’s not much else they can talk about when the prospect of them being married is hanging over their heads like the world’s heaviest cloud. This time, though, it’s Lawrence who’s doing most of the nervous talking.
“I’m sure it’s easily explained away. They probably just got our table confused with the wedding party’s from yesterday. That’ll be what it is. Just some big coincidence. There’s a reasonable explanation to it all. Have you got that fuckin’ ring off your finger yet?!”
“I’m working on it,” Ellie grumbles. The best she’s managed is getting it halfway to her first knuckle before realising it was cutting the blood circulation off even more and she could get it no higher, so she’d immediately pushed it back down again.
She hears herself huff with annoyance. All she wants to do is sleep but they have to somehow deal with this first, and it’s more inconvenient than she’d ever hoped her first marriage (her only marriage) would be. Thinking for a second, she gives a little gasp as she has an idea. “Why don’t we just go down to the registry office and ask?”
Lawrence stops walking, fixes Ellie with a look as if she’s sprouted another head. “Have you lost the bloody place?! You want to go up to the registrar and go, ‘sorry to bother you, but can you please tell us if we’re married or not?’ We’d get sectioned!”
Ellie thinks that, even though it sounds as if it’s the easiest course of action, Lawrence is probably right.
“Besides,” Lawrence continues. “If there’s the possibility that we did rock up three sheets to the wind last night, I don’t particularly wanty show my face there again.”
“Right,” Ellie agrees. She bites her lip as she reaches the door to her room and puts her key card in. Lawrence waits beside her, a mutual understanding that she’s coming in to continue the conversation.
Ellie supposes she’s her wife now, so it makes sense.
“Who could we phone to confirm it, then? The government?”
Lawrence pinches the bridge of her nose in exasperation. “Ellie, you did not just ask me if we could phone the gov-”
“Oh my fucking God.”
Ellie cuts Lawrence off without thinking, and upon seeing the inside of the room Lawrence is rendered speechless too. There’s more balloons, ones without weights that cover the ceiling over the bed. The bed itself and the floor surrounding it is covered in rose petals, and on top of the pristinely made duvet there’s a box of chocolates and two bathrobes origami-d into swans.
Lawrence is the first to march into the room. She snatches up a small note that’s sitting on top of the chocolate box, unfolds it and reads aloud. “Congratulations to the happy couple, we wish you both a long and happy marriage. From all the staff at the Old England hotel. Fuck me, this canny be real.”
Ellie lets the door swing shut, walks over to the bed and sits on its edge precariously. An idea occurs to her as she retrieves her phone from her pocket. “Here. Check your phone. Messages, photos. There might be clues.”
She doesn’t look up to see if Lawrence is nodding or not, but she assumes she’s following her suggestion. Ellie is busy with her camera roll (where there’s nothing, and the last photo is a terrible, blurry, unflattering selfie of her and Tayce) when Lawrence gives a hum of recognition.
“I got a snapchat from you at one in the morning.”
Ellie cranes her neck. “What does it say?”
Lawrence, oddly, is keeping the phone out of her view. She’s quiet before she brings the phone back into Ellie’s line of vision, and the picture, whatever it was, is gone. “Just a drunk selfie. Nothing that could give us any clues.”
The pair of them are quiet as Lawrence taps against her phone screen. Ellie reflects. They’ve been in the shit like this together before: when they were eighteen and both their phones died before Lawrence’s Mum could pick them up from T in the Park and they got yelled at the whole way home when she’d eventually found them both, when they’d been stopped by the police because Lawrence had carried a traffic cone through the City Centre and tried to put it on top of the existing one on the Duke of Wellington statue. But this is a whole different level of shit.
Through it all, though, Lawrence has always been there with a joke and a laugh and reassurance for Ellie that things are never as bad as they seem. She always has this panicky way of staying positive, delivering comforting words through a voice that’s shaky with her own anxiety. Ellie always helps her in return when she needs it, has done for years: she’s usually good at staying calm, she’s chatty and can talk Lawrence through anything, and she’ll always reach out to take her hand or be there with a hug and a reminder that as long as Lawrence has got her, she’s never on her own. They’ve always seemed to take turns being each others’ anchors, and their friendship is a weird sort of pendulum of support. Today, however, they’re both blindly stumbling through their own process of coming to terms with this situation, and Ellie supposes neither or them are being much of a help to each other. She wishes she could be more helpful, because she cares about her friend so much.
Too much for it to be explained away as a friendship.
“What are you looking up?” Ellie asks as Lawrence lies back on the bed with a thud, eyes still glued to her phone. Craning her neck, Ellie can see she’s typed how to get divorced into Google.
“Why are there no ordained divorce lawyers?” Lawrence mutters under her breath. “We can get married in a hotel bar but we can’t get divorced in a hotel room? What kind of fucking bullshit is this?”
Ellie lies back too. It’s not lost on her how close together their heads are. “Why are you trying to get us divorced? We might not even be married. I still think we should phone up the government.”
“Nicola Sturgeon’s got bigger fish to fry, babes, there’s an election in May.”
“Not the government, obviously,” Ellie rolls her eyes, scrolls her own phone absent-mindedly. She’d look something up to try and help but she’s at a loss. “Like…the offices! The records of marriage and stuff. They’ll have a department for this sort of thing, won’t they?”
“Will we even be on the system if our marriage is less than twenty-four hours old?” Lawrence wonders out loud. “And if we got married here, would we be registered in England, then? Aw fuck, so many questions and not a single answer.”
Ellie frowns to herself as she thinks. “What if we do have to get divorced? Will we need a lawyer? I don’t have that kind of money, Lawrie, and neither do you.”
Lawrence hums in worried agreement, and Ellie presses her lips together. It’s weird dealing with all of this when there’s a crush at play. In amongst frantically trying to figure everything out and clarify it all, a tiny part of Ellie wonders…would it really be so bad to be married to Lawrence? There’s not really an excuse for them not to date now. It’s really the perfect way of ruining the friendship she’s been so worried about ruining for the past few years; it’s not awkward to say she has feelings for her literal wife, she supposes. But every time those thoughts rest in her brain for a few seconds, Ellie forces herself to chase them away- because really, hen, are you insane? The sheer scale of the situation isn’t lost on her, she knows they have to figure it out somehow and mop this mess up. But pretending would be nice, and safe, and far, far away from this alcohol-soaked bubble of horror she appears to have woken up in.
It’s out before she knows it, though. “What if we just stayed married? If we are. If we just stayed married until we could afford to get divorced?”
“Jesus Christ, Ellie,” Lawrence drops her phone onto the bed, covering her eyes with her hands in resigned exhaustion.
“No, think about it! There must be loads of benefits to getting married,” Ellie explains, feeling as if she has to justify the ridiculous thought now. “You get, um. I think you get extra money from the government?”
“The tories have never given out extra money. To anyone,” Lawrence glares at her.
(Ellie knows it’s not what she should be taking from this, but it occurs to her that the way Lawrence has done her eyeliner today makes her eyes look really pretty.)
“Oh! Here, it says you get tax breaks if you get married. It would be good to not have to pay council tax for a bit,” Ellie says, looking up from her phone where she’s just googled what are the benefits of getting married UK.
Lawrence pauses beside her. When she speaks, she sounds contemplative. “Well, you’d be taking my last name, because am I fuck taking yours.”
Ellie gives a choked noise of indignation. “Fuck off, I’ve got the best last name out of the two of us! Diamond?”
“It’s the last name of a porn star! I’m not living my daily life like that!”
“So you want me to go by Ellie Chaney? A name that rhymes? Like a character from Balamory?”
“You already dress like a fuckin’ character from a kids’ TV show, it wouldn’t be that far-fetched,” Lawrence starts giggling, and Ellie can only fix her with an unimpressed pout. “Nah, this wouldn’t work, Els. We’re already arguing and it’s only been one day. We couldn’t stay married. Besides, I’ve got fucking standards, you know? I could so do better than you.”
It’s silly, Ellie knows, but the last comment from Lawrence stings more than it should. It’s got nothing to do with the concept of the two of them actually being married, but more the fact that Lawrence has basically just rubbished any hopes that Ellie’s ever had of maybe-someday-oneday them breaking out of their little bubble of friendship and trying to be anything more. She’s always done it; that’s Lawrence’s way, to shit on Ellie, to gently bully her, but Ellie has always known there’s no malice behind it. Except today it all hits differently, it hits a sore spot that she’s too tired of trying to keep hidden.
“Sorry that being married to me is such a disgusting prospect,” Ellie snaps without realising, turning over on the bed and standing up so she doesn’t have to see Lawrence’s reaction to the comment she already regrets.
“When did I say that?” Lawrence fires back, and Ellie can tell she’s confused by her reaction.
“We need to find this fucking marriage certificate,” Ellie ignores her, opening the drawers of the bedside table even though she sort of knows it’s a futile endeavour since she’s already searched.
Lawrence pushes, though, never one to back down from a confrontation. “Why are you suddenly raging at me, what am I meant to have done?”
“You don’t have to act like you got landed with the booby prize on a game show, Lawrence, I’m still your friend. There’s worse people to be stuck with,” Ellie continues as she crosses the room to look in the drawers of the dressing table, hating the way she sounds like a petulant child but being unable to help the way her words just seem to be coming out.
There’s a silence that hangs in the air like fog, and then Lawrence’s voice comes again. It’s softer, a comforting note to it that makes Ellie’s heart lift cruelly. “Ellie.”
Ellie opens the wardrobe doors, realising too late what a ridiculous place to look it is but committing to the idea anyway. She’s still way too hungover to cope with any of this, and the prospect of an argument with Lawrence, especially over this, isn’t one she’s able to face. Accepting she’s not going to find the certificate, she sighs and walks back over to the bed. As she sits on its edge and keeps her back to her friend she fiddles with the ring on her finger, and it finally, mercifully, slides off.
Lawrence’s voice is stripped of all its aggression and incredulity from before as she speaks again. This time she’s quiet and sincere. “Ellie. What’s this really about?”
Before Ellie can consider the gravity of the question or indeed contemplate how to word an answer, Lawrence’s phone vibrates against the bedcovers. Neither of them speak as she reaches up to grab it, but when A’whora’s name flashes up on screen again they share a look of weary exhaustion, neither of them wanting to face their friend’s smug expression.
A’whora’s smiling cheekily as Lawrence answers the call. “How’re the young lovers doing after their breakfast, then?”
Lawrence’s nostrils flare. “I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.”
“So all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, then. Just calling to see if you liked the wedding presents.”
Ellie feels like a crumbling sandcastle as she rolls onto her side next to Lawrence and looks at A’whora through the screen. “What?”
“The decorations at breakfast! The ones in your room! Just thought they’d really add to the atmosphere,” she smirks, unable to keep from laughing.
More confused than ever, Ellie frowns in bewilderment. “But that was from…the hotel did that?”
“No, I did that. I just phoned down and got them to set it up. They still had a bunch of wedding shit left over from that pair that got married last night. It wasn’t cheap, but it was worth it to give the pair of you the romantic equivalent of everyone singing happy birthday to you at a restaurant,” A’whora explains, still giggly.
Ellie and Lawrence are silent as they stare at their friend through the phone. A’whora seems perturbed, then narrows her eyes at them before she speaks again.
“You two didn’t actually…believe you got married, did you? I thought you knew it was a bullshit prank.”
Before she can register Lawrence’s reaction, Ellie’s mouth drops open in shock. She grabs the phone from Lawrence’s hands and yells at A’whora as if she’s in front of her and not in her own room down the corridor. “A’whora! I am going to fucking kill you!”
A’whora’s laugh comes through the phone like a crackly screech, and Ellie doesn’t miss the unimpressed look from Lawrence at having been unable to style out the fact they’d both been duped. Ellie can’t even let that bother her, though, because she’s too busy tripping over herself to retell to A’whora their rollercoaster of a thought process from this morning.
Lawrence shakes her head beside her, loath to admit she’d been fooled too. “I didn’t believe it for a second. She’s talking out her arse.”
Ellie cries out, affronted. “You were telling me I had to take your last name not even five minutes ago!”
A’whora has to wipe tears from her eyes by the time the pair of them have told her the whole story. “Oh my God, guys. This has been the best birthday present of the weekend. I actually think I’m gonna wee myself. Fuck!”
“I can’t believe you told us we got married and we just…believed you!”
“Well, no, you did get married,” A’whora says.
With this revelation, it crosses Ellie’s mind to lock herself in the hotel sauna until she’s cooked through. “What in the name of God-”
As she continues to speak though, A’whora clarifies. “Or at least, you said you both wanted to marry each other. That conversation did take place. Bimini started joking they were an ordained minister. They showed you their provisional drivers’ license and told you it was a minister’s license. You were both so drunk you believed it.”
“Christ in a wheelie bin,” Lawrence groans.
“But you’re not actually married married. It was just pretend. And hey! We had fun. You should do it for real some day,” A’whora cackles.
If she was in the room with her, Ellie would slap her.
They finish the call with the promise to be packed and ready to meet to check out at half twelve, and when Lawrence locks her phone the pair of them laugh softly about the idiots they’d both been. Ellie is glad A’whora phoned. The conversation that had been taking place prior had been about to go down a route she hadn’t wanted it to, and she’s glad there’s no reason for it to be brought up again. She can go back to keeping her crush on her friend a secret, never to be unearthed.
“I should probably go and start getting packed, then,” Lawrence says decisively, getting up from the bed and making to leave. Ellie remembers what she put on the bedside table, and reaches out to pick it up as she tells Lawrence to wait.
As Lawrence turns around, Ellie holds out her grandmother’s ring, feeling a little awkward as she does so. “Here. Since we’re not married anymore. It came off in the end.”
Lawrence looks a little sheepish as she accepts it with a soft thanks. She gives it a little smile, then shoots the same one at Ellie. “Thank fuck for that.”
There isn’t any malice to her words. If Ellie was being hopeful she’d maybe even say there was regret.
Lawrence leaves and she can’t shake the little niggling feeling of sadness that embeds itself under a synapse in her brain.
***
The cold air that comes with the beginning of Autumn is welcome to Ellie as she sits and waits on Tayce to bring the car round. She’s not quite fully recovered from her hangover, but packing, checking out and getting a can of Monster from a vending machine in the lobby has done wonders for her mood. There’s also the fact that she doesn’t have a potential marriage to consider, so that’s good. That’s a relief.
A crunch of gravel behind her makes her turn around, and seeing Lawrence wrapped up in her black hoodie makes Ellie feel mixed emotions. She feels silly for getting so caught up in the whole idea of them having been married, the way she’d panicked and immediately thought it was all real, taking A’whora and Tayce’s comments at face value. She’s embarrassed at how she’d taken it all so seriously, and most of all she’s embarrassed that Lawrence was there for every reaction.
“Hey,” she greets her, already feeling a blush grow on her face. “You recovered?”
“Just about, yeah,” Lawrence laughs softly. She gestures to the mango loco that’s in Ellie’s hand. “Can see you’re clearly feeling loads better.”
Ellie matches her laugh, raises the can up in a solo cheers. As she drops her arm again, she sighs a little.
“Listen, Lawrence, sorry about…this morning. Immediately panicking and getting so worked up and intense with it all. I was just hangy and emotional and I had the fear…you know what it’s like.”
“It’s no problem. Don’t worry,” Lawrence brushes her off. Her expression is troubled though, as if there’s something else she wants to say. The unspoken words are loud and stifling, and then Lawrence finally meets her gaze with a nervous one of her own. “Well, marriage didn’t really work for us. But…d’you think drinks would be better?”
Ellie’s heart is going to give out. She can’t cope with the events of the day at all. She can already feel her pulse speeding up with hope so she frowns at Lawrence slightly, clarifying like a child tugging the string of a balloon to bring it back to earth. “Drinks?”
“Yeah, like,” Lawrence shrugs, looks to the ground bashfully. “For a date. If you want.”
All at once it’s as if her blood has just suddenly exploded in her veins. It feels like Ellie is on some sort of other-worldly come-up as she blinks at her friend, her friend she’s had a crush on since fuck-even-knows-when, and is stunned into silence.
“The snapchat you sent me last night,” Lawrence continues, scrolling her phone and holding the screen out for Ellie to see. “I’ve felt like that too for a while now.”
Ellie is cringing as she reads the white text against the black screen- a screenshot of her message sent to Lawrence at one in the morning, which reads “so glad whe’re marrrued for rwal vc ive reallt luked you for ages and i quitr fancg u a lot acfually x"
“How did you even manage to read what that says,” Ellie screws her face up, failing to address the bigger picture.
Lawrence smiles, a little hint of a twinkle to her eyes that makes Ellie’s heart thump. “I knew what you meant.”
There’s a small pause where Ellie blushes and looks to the ground, handing Lawrence her phone back. Lawrence uses the silence to keep talking.
“I know I like to rip the piss sometimes, and I know I can take it too far. But today all of that was about…verbalising everything I thought you were feeling about me. Trying to reassure you that I wasn’t interested in you because I thought that’s what you wanted. Once I started I just…didn’t stop, I guess. Damage control, you know? I’m sorry, Ellie,” she reels off quietly. She’s not hiding behind any jokes and she’s not making fun of Ellie and she’s not making fun of herself. It’s honest and simple and raw and everything Ellie’s wanted.
She scuffs some gravel with her shoe. “You feel the same, then?”
Lawrence presses her lips together. Ellie can tell she’s nervous. “Yeah. I do.”
“I do? Is that some kind of sick joke?!” Ellie laughs, and as Lawrence joins in she suddenly hesitates. “Wait. This isn’t a joke, is it?”
“Well, I’ve had enough fucking pranks for one day and I’m pretty sure you have too.”
The pair of them share a laugh, and as Tayce’s car appears from round at the hotel car park, Ellie fixes Lawrence with a smile.
“Drinks sound good.”
Tayce and A’whora appear from the car and pop the boot open, and Lawrence and Ellie try and fail to bite back the smiles they’re shooting each other as they carry their suitcases over, a mutual agreement that they’ll talk more about their plans when they don’t have their nosy and shit-stirring friend and her equally nosy and shit-stirring girlfriend with them on their way to drop them off at the train station.
It’s not quite a shotgun wedding, and it’s not quite a marriage in Vegas. But a date and a drink with the friend she’s hidden her feelings from for too many years is a good place to start.
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BEHIND THE SCENES | 05
"Beck!"
Mel raged storming into the BlackBox with her arms crossed, catching the attention of both Beck and Russ who were both in the middle of stage fighting.
"Hey, Mel- where is the rest of your cloth- Steve! Stop staring at my girlfriend," Beck glared, shielding his girlfriend from Russ's gaze.
"My name is R-"
"I thought you were wearing an overcoat when we left this morning?" Beck finished cutting Russ off, putting all his attention on Mel softening at her giggle.
"I was! Until.. Sinjin spilled some weird liquid all over me! The thing smelled so bad I had to burn it!"
"I'll make sure to order you a new one when we get home, deal?" Beck mused holding out his pinky finger, to connected with hers.
"Deal."
"Alright, class! Take your seats," The teacher announced squeezing in between Mel and Beck continuing to the stage before waiting for the class to take their seats before starting with today's lesson.
"This week I have invited a professional stuntman here to teach you all about Stage Fighting. This is Russ."
"Really? He kinda looks like a Steve to me," Lani shrugged glancing towards shrugged back as the class broke off into agreement.
"I'm Russ!" Russ yelled to which the teacher rushed forward to calm him down.
"Moving on!"
"Now if I throw a punch at Cat like this-"Russ demonstrated making Cat gasp.
"It's easy to see that my fist didn't connect with her face."
"Thank you," Cat swooned to which Lani threw a pen at her snapping the redhead from her daydream.
Everyone including Russ paused staring at the redhead who fiddled with her hair looking around.
"But if we stage it from a different angle then-" Russ and Cat switched positions, "Like I showed you-" Russ nodded at Cat who nodded back.
"Then on camera, it'll look like this," Russ trailed off faking a punch to Cat, making Mel lurch forward protectively alarming Tori and Beck who held her back.
"I'm okay Mel!" Cat cheered giggling as the class clapped.
"Alright, I'm going to pair you guys up. Each team will work with Russ this week to prepare a fight scene.
"I thought his name was Steve," Cat stated in confusion.
"He really does look like a Steve," Mel added, to which the class murmured in agreement again.
"My name is Russ!" Russ raged glaring at Mel to which Beck leaned forward staring at Russ intently.
"Okay, and on Friday, you will all perform your fight scenes here in front of the class."
"Now, the pairs will be:
Beck and Cat,
Andre and Gwen,
Jade and Lani,
Mel and Tori,
"Tori and who?" Tori panicked startling Mel who eyed her in confusion.
"Uh, wait! I'm not comfortable with my partner," Tori rushed causing the teacher to stare at her weirdly before motioning to hold on.
"Hey, Vega! I cannot wait for our scene," Mel cheesed before cartwheeling out of the BlackBox with Beck on her heels.
What Mel didn't know is that Tori took that as a threat.
Her father had always warned her about how far a person would go when they were afraid.
"Gulp."
"Look at her," Tori stared watching as Mel, Lani, Beck, Andre, and Jade all sat together messing around.
"Who?" Cat questioned not paying the brunette any attention as she did her makeup.
The only reason why she was sitting with Tori is that she begged her to do so.
"Mel! I guarantee you she's telling them all about how she's gonna punch me when we do our scene," Tori ranted stabbing at her salad.
"I know she seems intimidating but she would never hit anyone without reason," Cat wondered staring at herself in the mirror Mel and Lani bought for her.
"Cat! I'm serious okay? I mean what am I gonna do if she really hits me?"
"It's stage fighting Tori, no one really hits anybody," Cat shrugged.
"Yeah, but what if she makes an accident happen on purpose?" Tori panicked, flinging her lettuce back into her bowl.
"My brother made an accident happen on purpose, my eyebrows grew back," Cat smiled, before straightening up at Tori's look.
"Haven't you guys been practicing after school?" Cat asked getting back on topic.
"Well yeah... yesterday after school and this morning during study hall."
"Did she hit you foreals?" Cat questioned weirdly.
(Bunk'D reference)
"No, because she probably wants to wait and do it in front of the whole class to humiliate me," Tori accuses baffling Cat.
"Whoa, Tori. I know you're new here but one thing you should learn about Mel is that she isn't a bully okay? Maybe if you actually got to know her you wouldn't be so scared!" Cat yelled before stomping over to Mel's table catching her attention.
"Wait Cat! Don't go! You left your sandwich!" Tori called before scrambling away from both Mel and Lani's glare.
"Next up we have Mel and Tori."
"Um, okay for our scene. I'm gonna be playing an old lady, who's walking home from a bingo game," Tori faked a smile.
"And I play a brutal mugger." Mel shrugs just wanting to get the scene over with.
"Yes, a brutal mugger who mugs me, without actually hurting me," Tori states loudly glancing at Mel who tilted her head at the brunette in confusion.
"Are you trying to tell me something, Vega?" Mel questioned crossing her arms.
"Yeah, Vega. Do you have something to tell her?" Jade instigated.
Tori scowled at Jade who only snapped her jaw right back in a teasing way.
"Anyways! If anything goes wrong, just yell your safeword. Which is pineapple." Russ explained putting the conversation back on track.
"Ready? and-" The teacher started only to be cut off by Tori.
"Pineapple!"
"What is it Vega?" Mel sighed.
"TORI! Stop being such a pus-" Jade shouted only to be cut off by Lani slapping her hand over Jade's mouth.
"Tori, what's the problem?"
"I was testing the safe word." Tori grimaced, "It works! Okay, I'm ready."
"And. . .Action!"
"Oh, I certainly did enjoy the Bingo, although I do miss Bob Hope," Tori mumbled earning a chuckle from the class.
The class watched as Mel ran forward gripping Tori's shoulders.
"Put the wig in the bag, me-maw!" Mel shouted catching the class off-guard.
"What?!" Tori reigned an old lady's voice.
"I ain't playing granny! Put. the. wig. in. the. bag! PUT IT IN!" Mel shouted again causing the class, including Russ, to laugh.
"Oh, wouldn't you rather have this?" Tori started before swinging the cane at Mel's face whacking her across the face foreals.
"Ow." Mel groaned stumbling as she went to stand up alarming the class.
"Pineapple!" Jade yelled as she basically trucked Tori onto the ground trying to get to Mel with Lani right behind her also stepping or stomping onto Tori's ankle causing the brunette to cry out.
"Melanin, Baby keep your eyes open, okay?" Beck panicked rushing towards the twins before scooping Mel up in his arms.
"Take her to the nurse! The ambulance and her father are on their way!" Russ rushed.
"She doesn't need-" Tori started only for Lani to buck at her shutting the Brunette up immediately
"Is she gonna be okay?" Cat questioned in a small voice.
"No! Tori hit her in the face for real!" Lani raged launching onto the Vega at the same time Jade did to which Russ and Andre went to pull them apart.
"No, I didn't!"
"Tell that to my almost unconscious best friend," Jade yelled going to jump at her smirking as Tori stumbled back.
Pussy.
Soon enough a very tall and intimidating man stormed into the BlackBox heading towards Lani, Jade, and Cat.
"Princesses, what happened to your sister?" The man boomed.
Cyrus, both Mel and Lani's biological father. Though he knew Cat and Jade weren't his blood. He still considered them his daughters, he was one of those dad's that everyone knew and called Papa Rus.
"Papa Rus! Tori hit Mel in the face with a cane!" Cat cried to wrapping her arms around Cyrus who immediately hugged her back.
"Who is this Tori?"
Jade pointed to Tori who tried to hide her fear.
"My-my dad's a cop-" Tori was cut off by Cyrus who busted out in laughter. Not an amusing laugh, but a bone-chilling laugh.
"What can a mall cop do to me? Silly, silly girl."
Lani and Jade had jumped Tori that same night.
Tori had apologized to both Mel and her father.
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Speak Now - Ryder Donovan
Player: Ryder Donovan Word Count: 1866 Warnings: Swearing
Inspired by: “Speak Now” by Taylor Swift
I am not the kind of girl Who should rudely barging in on a white veil occasion But you Are not the kind the kind of boy Who should be marrying the wrong girl
The invitation was a surprise to say the least. Of course, you knew Ryder was dating, but you weren’t expecting the “save the date” to come. Immediately, you texted Shay, who, even though you and Ryder had broken up years ago, you remained close with.
It killed you to know that Ryder had moved on. You were happy that he was happy, but you were still in love with him.
Even though you didn’t really want to go to your ex-boyfriend’s wedding, Shay had convinced you to come as his plus one.
When you got to the wedding venue, you took a deep breath before even opening your car door.
Y/N Shay I can’t do this
Shay Donovan I know it hurts bub But you need closure I’ll see if I can sneak out to your car
Y/N Thank you
Eventually, there was a knock on your car window. You unlocked your car for Shay, who slid into your passenger seat.
“I can’t do this.” You said quietly.
“I know it’s hard and I know it hurts, but he’s happy.” Shay explained.
“It should be me.” You cried. “I should be getting ready to marry the love of my life. I should have my hair and makeup done and my dress and jewelry should be on. We should be taking pictures right now.”
“Believe me, Y/N,” Shay sighed. “It should be you.”
“You’re not making this any easier, Donovan.”
“Sorry, bubs.” Shay rubbed your back. “I’ll save a dance for you. That is if Cole or Turcs don’t get to you first.”
“They’re here?”
“Of course they are.” Shay smiled and glanced at his watch. “I should probably get going. But find one of them and you’ll be fine.”
I sneak in and see your friends And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel And she is yelling at a bridesmaid Somewhere back inside a room Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry
Eventually, you willed yourself to leave your car and walk inside. You quickly spotted the familiar head of curly dark hair you had known since college.
“How’s LA treating you Turcs?” You asked as you fell into the natural conversation.
“Great. Thinking of buying a ring for Tori.” He smiled.
“Oh my gosh! That’s amazing!” You gave your friend a congratulatory hug.
“What are you doing here?” Alex asked. “Not that I don’t want to see you, I just thought you wouldn’t want to go to your ex-boyfriend’s wedding.”
“Shay asked me to be his plus one, claimed I needed closure.”
“And how’s that working out for you?”
“Well. I had a mental breakdown in the car, so I’d say things are going swell.” You replied sassily.
You made small talk with Alex, Cole and some of their college teammates joining you. You laughed about the good old college days, when you and Ryder were dating, after all, you did follow him to Madison. You joked about the TikToks that were created in your dorms and the adventures around campus. The four years you spent at the University of Wisconsin were easily the best four years of your life and you were glad to spend it with your good friends, even though some of them left for their NHL teams before the four years were up.
But talking about your college years with the UW-Madison men’s hockey team brought some sadness. You remembered all of the wonderful memories with Ryder. How many times you fell asleep in his room that he shared with Shay, the number of games you attended at the Kohl Center with “R. Donovan” proudly displayed across your shoulders, the picnic lunches you would have on the quad.
Now, the love of your life was probably fixing up his hair, which you knew he was always particular about, one last time before entering the wedding venue. Those would be his last moments as a free man.
This is Surely not what you thought it would be I Lose myself in a daydream Where i stand and say
“Don’t say yes run away now I’ll meet you when you're out Of the church at the back door Don’t wait Or say a single vow You need to hear me out And they said ‘speak now’”
When you are all seated, you start to lose yourself in your thoughts.
What would it have been like at your wedding?
You would’ve gotten married in a church, for starters, and there would be far fewer flowers. Your bridesmaids would have been Ryder’s sisters, your college roommate, and a high school friend or two. The color scheme would have been coral and navy, two colors that complimented Ryder’s olive skin. Your first dance song would’ve been something by Dan + Shay. You would’ve had red velvet cake at your reception.
You would’ve been marrying Ryder.
Alex notices that you’re in your head and puts his hand on your leg, giving a quick squeeze to your thigh for reassurance.
In a perfect world, you would object when the preacher called for objections. You and Ryder would run away together, go to Vegas, and live happily ever after.
But it wasn’t a perfect world.
Fond Gestures are exchanged And the organ starts to play a song That sounds like a death march And I Am hiding in the curtains It seems that I was uninvited By a lovely bride-to-be
She Floats down the aisle Like a pageant queen But I Know You wish it was me You wish it was me, don't you?
The piano starts to play a nice andante movement as the ushers escort Bill and the bride’s mother down the aisle, and the preacher follows. Next, Ryder walks with his mom, giving her a kiss on the cheek before going to stand next to the preacher.
Cole, who is seated on your right side, gives you a sad smile, knowing how hard this was going to be for you.
Ryder stands in a black suit, one you had seen countless times on game day, only this time, he wasn’t wearing his usual beanie and a boutonniere was pinned to his chest.
You lock eyes with your former love as the wedding march starts to play. The doors open and Ryder’s bride and her father stand ready to walk down the aisle. She looked gorgeous. You looked back at Ryder, who had an empty stare.
He wished it was you walking towards him, and you knew it.
I hear the preacher say “Speak now or forever hold your peace” There’s a silence There’s my last chance I stand up with shaky hands All eyes on me
Horrified looks from everyone in the room But I'm only looking at you
“Dearly beloved,” The preacher starts. “We are gathered here to join Ryder Donovan and Alyssa Johnson in Holy Matrimony. If anyone has just cause as to why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
Your heart races in your chest. Alex and Cole both look at you, making sure you don’t speak, Shay doing the same from next to Ryder.
You stay quiet. If Ryder was truly happy, then you were happy for him. Eventually, you would find someone to be your happily ever after.
You zone out for the rest of the ceremony. Until the vows.
Alyssa had already said her vows, saying “I do” through her tears.
“Do you, Ryder Donovan, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse,” Ryder glanced in your direction and then back to the preacher and then to Alyssa. “For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”
Ryder took a deep breath before speaking.
I am not the kind of girl Who should be rudely barging in On a white veil occasion But you Are not the kind of boy Who should be marrying the wrong girl
“I don’t.”
Gasps come from everyone in the room. Ryder looks in your direction before turning to Alyssa.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I thought I loved you more than I really did. You deserve the world.”
Ryder pressed a kiss to Alyssa’s cheek before walking back down the aisle.
Shay runs after him, pulling you with him as he runs past you.
“I told you everything would be fine.” Shay smirked.
You and Shay found Ryder back in the groom’s dressing room. He sat with his head in his hands, sobs rocking his body.
“Hey.” Shay says as he approaches his younger brother.
“I just couldn’t do it, Shay,” Ryder cried. “I just couldn’t.”
“It’s okay.” Shay said as he rubbed Ryder’s back.
“I wish I hadn’t been so goddamn stupid when I left for Vegas. I should never have dumped Y/N. Never.”
“She’s here,” Shay said. “You know.”
Ryder looked up, his cheeks soaked with tears and eyes puffy.
“Can you give us a minute?” Ryder asked.
“Sure.” Shay said, patting you on the back as he left the room.
“Hey.” You said softly.
“I said ‘I don’t’ because of you.” Ryder said, staring into your eyes. “I saw you with Alex and Cole and then as Alyssa walked down the aisle, I wished it was you.”
“I kept imagining what our wedding would have looked like.” You explained. “How you would cry when you saw me and how we would have red velvet cake with lots of cream cheese frosting because it’s our favorite.”
“I’m so stupid for letting you go.” Ryder sighed, taking your hands in his.
“If you love something, set it free.” You smiled. “And if it’s meant to be, it’ll come back.”
Ryder looked into your eyes before leaning in and kissing you on the lips. The kiss was tender yet passionate.
And you’ll say “Let’s run away now I’ll meet you when I’m out Of my tux At the back door Baby I didn’t say my vows So glad you were around when they said ‘speak now.’”
Two years later, you were at another wedding involving Ryder Donovan. But this time, you were the bride and he was the groom.
Ryder cried as you walked down the aisle and you had tears in your eyes yourself.
“Do you, Ryder Donovan, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse,” Ryder smiled wide as the preacher spoke. “For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”
“I do.” He smiled at you, squeezing your hands.
“By the power vested in me by the state of Minnesota, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The preacher smiled. “You may kiss the bride.”
Ryder pulled you in for a kiss and whispered in your ear.
“I’m so glad you were around when they said ‘speak now.’”
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cori headcanons
requested by anon! (they might be my favorite victorious ship and this is my favorite one i’ve done)
cat is the first person tori’s dated that trina was fully supportive of
they watch west side story together RELIGIOUSLY
after hollywood arts, they get matching tattoos
cat loves stealing tori’s clothes but tori’s always upset that she can’t steal cat’s (she’s too tall for them)
whenever tori’s upset, cat takes her out for a drive in her car
tori loves that cat gets along with trina because she knows that trina isn’t always the easiest, but family still means a lot to her
tori brought cat to the vega family reunion one year and they all immediately loved cat, especially tori’s younger cousins
whenever cat’s upset, tori goes to the store to buy her ice cream which always makes her feel better
they love going on double dates/group dates with their friends
when tori has her first huge concert, cat was backstage screaming at the top her lungs (she almost cried)
tori brought cat onstage to sing with her during the last show of her tour
if they’re ever separated, they remind each other to look at the moon before they go to sleep because they’ll always be looking at the same moon (they also give the other one their sweatshirt to sleep in so they don’t feel lonely)
cat loves helping tori do her makeup before parties
they bring out the best in each other. tori encourages cat to have more confidence in herself and cat encourages tori to be more spontaneous
cat loves playing with tori’s hair, even though cat doesn’t realize she’s doing it a lot of the time
tori always serves as cat’s makeshift model for the clothes cat sews that need alterations
neither of them are particularly good at cooking so they go to a cooking class together every saturday night
tori loves painting cat’s nails
they still hand write each other letters
tori has flowers delivered to cat’s apartment every week even though they see each other like every day
cat likes trying to carry tori, she physically can not do it but she always tries anyways
#victorious#victorious headcanons#cat valentine headcanons#tori vega headcanons#cat valentine#tori vega#cori#cori headcanons#can you tell theyre my fav ship???#victoria justice#ariana grande
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Why did I write this?
Buy Me a Coffee!
TORI VEGA:
I want to SLEEP!!! TRINA snores.
FEELING: Tired
God, it was 3:00 A.M. What in the chiz was the doorbell doing ringing? Tori pulled her sheet and comforter up over her head, hoping that if she ignored the sound it’d go away. Maybe whoever was at the door would get bored.
Her PearPhone dinged with a text message.
“Oh, dang it!” Tori cried, giving in and turning on the lamp on her bedside table before putting on her glasses.
She got her phone, and read the message. It was from an unknown number: Hi! It’s me! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
Tori raised an eyebrow at it. The doorbell rang again.
She started muttering angrily under her breath as she got out of bed and did her best to get her hair out of its state of disarray. It did not want to array, and the doorbell rang one more time.
“Hold your chiz!” she cried, no longer caring if she woke up Trina, whose bedroom was right across the hall. Why couldn’t Trina be the one to wake up and get the door?
Uuueerrrrhhhmmm!
Yep, that sound had just come from Tori’s mouth, and she thought, Go away, person-who-hates-sleep!
She left her room, and eyed her sister’s door for a bit, considering barging in and telling her that she had to be the one to see who was outside. Trina would do it to her. But oh, Tori was too tired to be petty.
When she went downstairs, she turned on the light, and went over to the front door. Tori put her hand on the handle and asked, “Did you go away already?”
Ding! Dong!
“Are you a murderer?” she asked. “‘Cause if you are, Trina’s room is upstairs and down the hall to the right.”
A familiar, soft, high-pitched voice came through the door. “Tori, it’s me.” Tori groaned and then opened it for Cat. She was holding up a PearPhone, but not her familiar pink one. “I sent you a text,” she told her.
“From an unknown number?”
“It’s my brother’s.”
Cat lowered the phone, along with her head, and pulled one of her sleeves up over her hand. She twisted her body to-and-fro, hair swishing. And Tori took in the sight of her tiny, red-headed friend. She was still dressed — not in the outfit she’d worn to school, something cozier — and her makeup had yet to be washed off. There were dark smudges underneath her eyes from her eyeliner and mascara. Cat was pouting.
“Can I stay here tonight?” Cat asked, voice small and nearly a squeak.
“Uh…” Tori didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to turn her friend away, but this was pretty strange.
“Ple-ease,” Cat begged.
Tori held the door open further, and Cat came in. She didn’t bounce while doing it or make any exclamation of excitement as was her usual. She trudged in past her.
After closing the door, she asked, “Okay, Cat, what’s wrong?”
She had tossed the-PearPhone-that-was-not-hers onto the nearest couch and now she was toying with her hair.
In a quiet — almost too quiet — voice, she answered, “My brother got shot again.”
“Cat! Oh my god. And are your parents at the hospital with him?”
“Visiting hours ended.”
“But they were with him earlier?”
Cat finally looked at her. “I didn’t say that.”
“What—What happened?” Tori asked, running a hand through her hair, now making it even less arrayed than before.
Cat just pointed at Tori’s face. “You’re wearing glasses.”
Tori started nodding. “Yeah, I know. So do you want to talk about it?”
“About your glasses?”
“No, about…”
“Oh.” Her friend was then silent for a long time, which was weird for her, but she finally said, “So my brother was on my neighbor’s roof because he thought he saw a dog—”
“On the roof?”
She flapped her hand angrily at her. “Let me finish!”
“Sorry.” Tori gestured forward with her hand, a sign for Cat to continue.
“He went to go see the dog which was really a homeless possum,” — (Tori wasn’t about to point out that by Cat’s standards, all possums were homeless) — “and this little boy came out from across the street. I don’t think he saw my brother.”
“So a little boy had a gun?” Tori asked, trying to piece this all together. Cat’s brother was notorious for racking up trauma, but it was clear that Cat loved him.
Her friend went on, “I didn’t say that.”
Tori didn’t want to get frustrated with her, not when she’d so clearly been crying, but she couldn’t help the annoyed look she gave her that said: Get to the point.
“He had a bow, but not the kind you put in your hair,” Cat finished.
“And he shot your brother?”
“I didn’t—” Cat began.
“Okay, okay,” Tori interrupted. “Then who shot your brother?”
Cat went silent, and had started humming to herself. Was that Tell Me That You Love Me?
“Cat?”
She jumped and eyed Tori with hurt and alarm. “What-ee?”
She looked so distressed that, Tori, despite her burning curiosity, let it go, and held her arms out. “Hug?”
Cat let out a distressed squeak and ran right into Tori’s arms.
“You want me to make you some hot cocoa?”
“Mm-hmm.”
CONTINUE READING ON AO3 | CONTINUE READING ON FF.NET
#Victorious#Victorious fanfiction#Tori Vega#Cat Valentine#Cat Valentine fanfiction#Tori Vega fanfiction#Cat Valentine & Tori Vega#angst#humor#friendship#comfort#tw: abuse mention#abuse mention#tw: child abuse mention#child abuse mention#tw: off-screen violence#off-screen violence#writing#my writing#fanfiction#creative writing
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Star, December 9
Cover: Brad Pitt dating actress Alia Shawkat for months
Page 1: Prince William and Duchess Kate Middleton’s flirty date night
Page 2: Contents, Frozen 2′s Idina Menzel and Kristen Bell
Page 3: Elizabeth Hurley, Jenna Dewan
Page 4: Kylie Jenner is rolling in more dough after selling a stake in her makeup business
Page 5: Meghan Markle fighting the rumors, Celine Dion is ready to date again, Gavin Rossdale is racing ex Gwen Stefani to the altar
Page 6: Christie Brinkley disgusted by her ex Peter Cook, fears that Elton John is working himself to death, Star Spots the Stars -- Skylar Astin, Bobby Cannavale, Whoopi Goldberg, Ashlee Simpson Ross, Shay Mitchell, Kim Kardashian West, Caroline Vreeland
Page 8: Tyra Banks, Game of Thrones reunion for Isaac Hempstead Wright and Gemma Whelan and Kristofer Hivju
Page 9: Katharine McPhee Foster and pregnant Ashley Graham, Julia Roberts
Page 10: Ricky Martin and Roselyn Sanchez and Paz Vega host the Latin Grammys, Keri Russell and Matthew Rhys
Page 11: Nick Viall, Missy Elliott, Beyonce
Page 12: Heidi Klum, Daniel Craig at the premiere of Knives Out
Page 13: Blake Shelton, Rihanna
Page 14: Jennifer Lopez and Owen Wilson film Marry Me, Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes
Page 15: Paris Hilton, Bebe Rexha
Page 16: Brandy, Olivia Wilde, Howard Stern and wife Beth Stern at the Get Your Rescue On Gala
Page 17: Prince Charles in New Zealand, Caitlyn Jenner skydiving in Australia
Page 18: Alfonso Ribeiro and Jerry O’Connell, Bindi Irwin and her dog Stella, Ice-T and Mariska Hargitay film Law & Order: SVU
Page 19: Victoria Beckham
Page 20: Normal or Not? Brooke Burke, Whitney Port, Kaley Cuoco
Page 21: Matthew Broderick
Page 22: Fashion -- Best of the Week -- CMA Awards edition -- Miranda Lambert, Carly Pearce, Reese Witherspoon
Page 23: Nicole Kidman, Sheryl Crow, Reba McEntire
Page 26: Miley Cyrus missing Liam Hemsworth and she hopes to make amends and rekindle the flame
Page 27: Courteney Cox wants Matthew Perry to sober up so they can date, Jon Hamm and Lindsay Shookus falling in love
Page 28: Giada De Laurentiis not ready for marriage to boyfriend Shane Farley, what went wrong between Kyle Martino and Eva Amurri, Love Bites -- Jordan Davis and wife Kristen welcomed a daughter, Melissa and David Fumero expecting their second child, Bristol Palin and new beau Janson Moore, Angelique Cabral and Jason Osborn welcomed a baby, Danielle Brooks welcomed a baby girl
Page 30: Cover Story -- Brad Pitt’s new love Alia Shawkat
Page 34: Dolly Parton’s secret heartbreak
Page 36: Prince Andrew’s daughters Princess Beatrice and Princess Eugenie were mortified following his widely condemned interview regarding sex offender Jeffrey Epstein
Page 38: Sex Confessions of the Stars -- Nikki Bella and Artem Chigvintsev
Page 39: John Legend and Chrissy Teigen, Kelly Ripa and Mark Consuelos
Page 40: Cara Delevingne, Julianne Hough and Brooks Laich, Pete Davidson and Ariana Grande
Page 41: Katie Maloney and Tom Schwartz, Jay Cutler and Kristin Cavallari, Vinny Guadagnino, Tori Spelling and Dean McDermott
Page 42: Double Takes -- Clemence Poesy vs. Thandie Newton
Page 43: Selita Ebanks vs. Shay Mitchell
Page 48: Entertainment
Page 60: Parting Shot -- Gwen Stefani pretaped her performance for the annual Rockefeller Center Tree Lighting ceremony
#tabloid#brad pitt#alia shawkat#Jennifer Aniston#angelina jolie#idina menzel#idina and kristen#kristen bell#frozen 2#frozen ii
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Nameless - Trigger Warning. This story contains sexual assault
Dear -----,
Even your name feels like a privilege you don’t deserve. Should you stay nameless, or should I out you to the world? Scream from the tallest building what you did to me? What you’ve done to so many just like me?
Apart of me wants your memory to stay tucked in the dark pocket of my brain where you live now, only seeing the light when I am triggered by a hotel room or when men buttoned tightly in business suits that resemble you linger when they look at me.
Another part of me thinks my story matters, that saying the truth out loud will make it real, tangible, throwable, crushable, flammable and maybe...healable.
I was newly 20 when we met. I thought I was an adult. My freedom was still new, my hips still narrow, my childhood trauma still unrecognizable - hidden in the basement of my chest. I wouldn’t go looking for it for years.
I would spend weekends at my friends 1920’s built studio in the beating heart of Seattle. The hallways smelt like a dusty thrift store. The dark green carpet and scuffed walls held memories of tenants for 90 years.
My friend has long red colored hair to the small of her back, she taught me to buy furniture from thrift stores and how to steal accessories from Nordstrom. We share clothes and dance at underage clubs in the city. It seems I am her only friend.
We would laugh little girl giggles listening to her neighbors fight through the wall. We would share red wine from the bottle before going out in small skirts and knee high socks. We got into bars by over lining our eyes and flirting with bartenders outside while they smoked cigarettes. Most nights, we stumble back in passed two and fall into each other on her bed.
This friend told me about you one night in the winter. I remember the holiday lights lining the streets, I remember the white sweater I wore - my mother bought it for me the previous Christmas.
We sit in the back of an old Chinese restaurant. Sharing the entire place with only two other customers. The bartenders never ask us for our IDs. They know we’re underage...they also know we’ll spend money. We drink long island ice teas, the only drink we knew how to order.
She tells me about her new gig being a stripper. I’m entertained. I’m envious. She seems sexy and mysterious in this moment. She tells me about making $700 in one night. She tells me her stripper friends told her about this new thing called “sugaring.” “He pays me just to go to a movie! he paid me $200 just for a date!” She says. My friend explains that there is a website filled with rich men who pay young girls to do various things like have sex and go on vacations with them.
Getting attention from men had been second nature to me, I was good at it whether I wanted to be or not. I thought of my mothers friend from work being in our apartment when I walked through the door after school. I was eleven, my mother hadn't arrived home from work yet. She had asked him to look at the desktop computer. “You must have a lot of boyfriends at school…don't you?” He nods up at me from under the computer desk. I realized then that I wasn’t a child but a girl. I was something to be looked at and consumed.
“No way!” I say, shifting in the bar stool. My friends red hair matches her red lipstick. Suddenly, I felt too far from home. “I’ll show you!” She says and pulls out her phone. She texts you. She tells you she has a friend she wants you to meet. You walk into the Chinese restaurant some time later. I’m slurring my words by the time you arrive, there are four empty long island glasses melting onto the bar counter. We’re the only two in there now. You walk confidently, relaxed…Like you’ve come to meet two girls twenty five years younger than you before.
Your hair is too straight, peekaboos of grey mixed in with jet black. You have small lips and tiny teeth. Your neck has started to sag with age but your face lacks wrinkles of a man your age. You look at me as if you are looking through me, as if you are testing my boundaries, seeing if it was safe to trust your dirty little secret with me. Unfortunately, it was.
“wow he’s so normal! He’s not a creep!” I whisper to my friend while you order us a round of drinks. You hid it so well. I flip my hair at you, apply lipgloss in the bathroom, regret not wearing something sexier. Suddenly, the white sweater doesn’t seem to fit.
I want you to like me. I’m begging for your approval. Lucky me, I get it.
We meet up just the two of us after texting for a few weeks at a Cheesecake Factory. I am embarrassed being out in public with you. Do people know what we’re doing? I see an old friend from high school serving tables near us and I almost run out. “Calm down. We’ll say I’m your uncle.” You laugh, the way a dad laughs at his toddler falling trying to walk - like it’s cute how worried I am.
I applied too much makeup, I’m trying to look older. I’m wearing a fake fur vest and heels I can’t walk in. You ask me about my parents, my friends, where I live, you ask if I’m in college. I tell you the intimate details of my life, spilling out all over the booth like you slipped truth serum in my drink. I tell you about my poetry, about my mothers alcoholism, my fathers absence, about my dreams of getting a college degree. You listen with eye contact, the way a therapist does. You nod and sit still in silence, waiting to hear more. You reach across the table and touch my arm. You tell me you want to mentor me and pay for some of my college. You say that it would bring you joy to help me reach my goals. I don't touch my food. The waiter clears our plates. You slide your American Express into the leather pocket next to the bill and tell me how much money you’d give me to have sex with you.
I ride in your car after we finish eating and leave my car parked in the cheesecake factory parking lot. I watch it out the window wondering if its too late to open the door and jump out.
“You know what?!” You say pulling out of the lot. We’re driving to the nearest hotel. You already have the cash in an envelope in your glove box. I would see you reach over me and grab it when we arrive to the hotel. “What?” I ask. “I think you are my muse! I write poetry too and you have inspired me to write, you’re my muse!” I’m flattered by the compliment, how did you know I always wanted to be someone’s Edie to their Andy? I shed myself at the door of the hotel. I don’t find myself until a couple hours later when I am dressed again and have $500 cash in my purse. Once I do find myself I’m surprised at how great I feel. “It was soooo easy!” I tell my friend on the phone. “I know!” She says. We giggle on the phone my entire drive home. I ignore the smell of your sweat coming through my clothes. I have just sold my body for the first time.
You text me good morning and good night. You check up on my day every other day. I send you pictures of myself and receive compliments back of how beautiful I am. We meet late night in candle lit lounges or hotel bars for drinks and every time I shed myself at the door once the hotel key clicks. I am hundreds of dollars richer the next day and all I had to do was shed my body and watch my soul crawl away.
You set up your laptop in each hotel room and I wonder if you are video taping but I never ask. You bring a backpack full of sex toys that you use on me without asking. You put your fingers and tongue and body places I don’t want you to. You pull me into to lay on your cold clammy chest, and I rest my hands on your rubber belly. You put on Japanese porn and ask me to relieve you while you watch it. You take pictures of us together and put them into a folder titled “Tori” in your phone - incase you need proof I consented. I smile in the pictures, often my bare shoulders showing, hotel sheets behind us, while I fight a war within myself. My eyes are always blood shot because I am always drunk. I ignore the countless other files titled with other names like “Heather” and “Shelby.”
You give me psychological tests, tell me my Meyers Briggs results, ask me about my classes, tell me what you think I should major in. You like to read me your awful poetry and I cringe at the warmth on my neck as you whisper your ballads too close.
You tell me you love me for the first time while you cry on the phone. You’re sad your other girlfriend broke your heart. I talk you through it. I comfort and coo to you like you are a small child. You tell me through hysterics that I am the only person that makes you feel better. This makes me feel important. You call me honey, send me poetry books in the mail, send me pictures of yourself while on vacation. I ask you for money to go to Mexico, LA, to pay my rent, my tuition and my car payment. You do. So I keep coming back. I send you sweet texts and pictures of myself. I share my poetry with you and give you insider details to my daily life. You help me make up lies to tell my friends when they wonder where I am. “Real friends don’t judge you baby.” You tell me in a hotel room chair by the window.
I’m special, because you tell me I am. I’m special because you give me money. I am special because you need me.
You ask me to go to Vegas with you twice and I say yes and then no. Both times. I can’t imagine anything worse than being stuck so far away from home with you. When I am with you I feel like I am walking slowly on pins and needles. Your gaze feels violating. You don’t care that waiters stare, that women your age in the bar ask “how do you two know each other?!” through giggles.
I hate holding your hand in public. I drink swigs from a vodka bottle in my glove box before I go to meet you, to ease the nerves, to forget what I’m there for.
You take me to Victoria Secret and make me try on lingerie sets. You tell me to come out into the hallway so you can see. I’m mortified as I spin in front of you. I see the sale associate make circles on the floor with her foot. You buy me the lingerie set and I walk away while you pay at the counter. I am looking over my shoulder for any familiar faces. I am thinking of lies I can tell if I run into a family member, an old teacher, anyone who knows my other personality.
Each time I pull open my drawer and see the jeweled pink panties and matching bra, my chest tightens. I eventually throw it away because it feels as if you are touching me all over again with every time they are on my body.
When I ask you if we can use a condom after I start seeing someone regularly, you ask me why I don’t trust you. You do a puppy dog face that makes my gut drop, you say “you know I love you bareback. You know I get tested, I just wish you just trusted me...” I decide I’m wrong for not trusting you. I don't bring it up again.
You ask if you can take me on a ferry to Bainbridge island. I agree, I needed the money.
I have told you that I don’t do drugs. I have told you I don’t like being out of control, that it scares me. You nod understanding, tell me “I know, I know.” You repeat stories of you getting high on MDMA on business trips and how the sex high is “so good!” I still refuse to do them with you.
At dinner on Bainbridge island you pull out two small red colored pills with cartoon characters stamped into them. You take one while I look. “Guess I’ll be alone getting high then!” You say, swallowing the pill and grinning at me.
I think I am a consenting adult on a vacation with my much older, married, kind-of boyfriend who pays me each time I sleep with him. I think that I am in charge on all of our encounters. I’m convinced that society has this whole sex worker thing wrong - that this is a two way street, that I want you to offer me drugs ten more times after I say no the first ten times.
I think that you taking the drugs in front of me was about what you wanted, not about what you wanted me to do.
My heart races after you swallow the pill, I text my friend - ask her what the red pills do. She tells me it’s just ecstasy and it’ll be ok. I copy you, take mine with a swig of wine.
The car ride home from dinner I’m already buzzing. I turn the radio up loud and play a song by the spinners that I no longer listen to. I stick my head out of the window and sing “I’ll be arouuuuund.” When we get back to the house you rented for us you parade your bag of pills around me. I feel so good, I beg you for another. You give me one. I catch myself in a mirror and don't recognize the reflection. I can only see a fully black eye, the brown of my eye has disappeared behind my pupil.
I lose myself soon after that in a cyclone of hallucinations and electronic music you play on the stereo. I see cartoon colored objects floating around the room while you sweat on top of me. I don’t remember how we got to the bed upstairs or how my clothes came off.
I am too high to make a sound. I am too high to keep my eyes from rolling back into my head. I am too high to focus on what is happening to my body. I slip in and out of reality for hours, I’m not sure when the sex stops and when the light begins to peak through the blinds. I’m not sure I slept.
We gather our things around the house silently. I feel dirty. My limbs are still vibrating. The drugs are still pulsing through my veins, and I wish I never took any. My hair is curled in various places and my swim suit is in a wet heap near the bathroom. I vaguely remember being in the hot tub.
Finally I say, “That was crazy.” I’m hoping to get some clues about the night before. “Well, you barley talked…you were silent most of the night.” you say.
I was voiceless.
You offer me a breakfast sandwich on the ferry home and I refuse. A breakfast sandwich and the hundreds of dollars you will wire me later that day doesn't seem like payment enough for what I gave away in that twenty four hours.
It takes me longer to find myself this time. I search for days and it seems I lost apart of myself on Bainbridge island. Maybe you accidentally packed the part of me I’m missing in your suitcase, maybe you took it when you were on top of me all night, maybe I gave it to you. Maybe I won’t ever see it again.
I hide the memory of our night together to the darkest part of me that I can find. I zip it up tightly hoping it never finds it way out. It will find its way to the surface of course, as all of our time together will.
I color that night in humor, laughing with my friends about how high I was. I color it in guilt, saying I consented, I asked for it. After all, I went with you willingly. After all, we had a “relationship.” I color it in silence, I don’t talk about it, don’t think about it - hold it down in the dark space for as long as it will stay.
Do you justify what you did? Have you found a way to sleep at night? Have you found someone with a small voice and a shaky foundation who will easily let you in and stay a while? Do you ignore the way she can’t keep eye contact? The way she shakes slightly at dinner?
Have you practiced and perfected your act? You’ve got that caring way you look at someone when they share their trauma down. You’ve found a way to pull out women’s stories from their body the way Ursula pulls out Ariels voice box. Once you have them, you use them to your advantage - pushing every boundary and seeing what you could safely cross.
It’s easier to cross young girls with alcoholic mothers and absent fathers, turns out you get away with it.
Your daughter is only three years younger than I was when you met me. Does she wonder why you come home in the quietest part of the night smelling of hotel liquor and perfume? Do you wipe your hands clean of the shame on your way home? I wonder if you look at her and see the 17 year old baby sitter you raped. The one you bragged about to me. You told me you were in love with her, that society was wrong for keeping you two apart.
You must take showers and scrub off your night telling yourself it was consensual, that the twenty year old girl you left in the hotel sheets wanted it. You must tell yourself that she was closing her eyes the whole time because she liked it.
I have decided that you will stay nameless.
Your name will eventually die out and my memories will fade but my story will not. My shame will see light so that it can breathe, so that I can breathe.
I’ll bathe my story in so much sunlight that it’ll grow into something beautiful, the way ‘Lily of the Valley’ flowers grow despite losing their color for some time in the Winter. They come back even more vibrant and beautiful come Spring. They return happier and stronger.
Although, they look delicate, this tough but beautiful flower fights off predators with a poisonous sweet smell and her strong base can make it through even the harshest climates.
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FELIZ CUMPLEANOS
SABRINA
It’s finally my birthday and it felt so good to wake up this morning! Much to my surprise the plans had changed a bit and so my friends and I are in Vegas now. I cried when I dropped Zay off at Rochelle’s house for two reasons. One is because ever since Izaiah was born I have spent every birthday with him. Two is because I miss him so much. And it didn’t help that he kept saying how much he would miss me too. Even though I have no doubt that Rochelle will take such good care of him, I still miss my baby boy. I even cried when we boarded our plane yesterday because of how far away I would be from my son. Corey let me sleep on him the entire flight. I didn’t want to be awake since I was so in my feelings over leaving Zay back in New York. Corey being with me helps to cushion the pain quite a bit.
The group for this trip is full of pairs. There’s Corey and I, Ravyn and Devontae, Brian and Carli, Angie and Jordan, and lastly Tori and Dave. Having couples only was a brilliant idea. Corey added himself to the team of party planners so I know whatever they’ve got set up is going to be wild. I got a tip from Ray that Corey has a really big surprise for me but I don’t believe her. He’s already given me three thousand dollar heels, two stackable diamond eternity bands, a star, and he paid the rent to my house four months in advance alongside my car note. Let me not forgot about this beautiful locket around my neck. This man is too good to be true and I get to say he’s all mine.
Ravyn thought I was playing around when I told her that Corey spoils the hell out of me. I was not. The only thing I ask Corey to do is pick up Izaiah from school because I can’t get away from work by the time he gets out. That’s it. Anything else is Corey’s own doing. The first order of business when we got to the hotel and checked into our rooms was a three hour trip to the spa for me. I planned on taking a shower to go explore the strip with everyone but Corey had my spa visit all set up from the moment we landed. I felt so good and lose once I met him back at the room. I returned the favor using sex as what seemed like the only way to show him how happy and grateful I am to him.
The sound of knocking erupted throughout the room. I haven’t heard from anyone all day, I’ve been up since ten this morning and it’s now reaching 8:45 in the evening. Corey was here earlier I know that for a fact because the scent of his cologne lingered throughout the suite the second I woke. And I know he left early this morning because I was all up under him all night.
“Quien esta ahi!?” I called out, tying my robe close. I looked through the door seeing Ravyn and Carli standing outside of my door. Pulling the door back I came face to face with the girls who were holding bags in both of their hands. Ray had a small duffle on her shoulder and Carly had a medium size red and grey suitcase at her side. “Where the hell have you two been all day? Where has everyone been?” I interrogated them briefly as they shuffled past me.
“Well miss thing we had shit to do so be quiet and lead us to where we can get ready. The other girls are just finishing up and they’ll be here in about an hour.” Ravyn assured me.
Stepping aside I ushered them into bathroom where they can begin to set up. “Where is Corey? I haven’t heard back from him since this morning. He just snuck out like I wouldn’t notice.” Taking my hair out from under the robe I broke up my curls watching Carli laugh.
“Don’t worry your pretty lil’ head about that man. Let him do what he’s gotta do. You’ll have him back tonight. Now come and sit down.” Carli guided me to the bench at the vanity, sitting me down and pushing me close to the mirror. “Ravyn says you don’t have a clue what to do with your head..” Carli stood behind me massaging my scalp.
“Mmm..if that ain’t the truth. I was thinking when I got out of the shower this morning that maybe a braided ponytail would look nice. But you’re in charge here tonight. I do want you to keep it out of my face though. I need a break from this curly mess.”
“I have an idea. Just relax birthday girl.” She advised.
Carli worked on my hair tirelessly for over an hour. When she finished I couldn’t believe how much my hair has grown over the last few weeks. I know that I had said to keep it out of my face but I’m loving the results of this blowout.
“I know you said that y-“
Disagreeing with the shake of my head I rose from the chair, fully inspecting my hair. I am beyond impressed at Carli’s efforts to tame my mane. My natural curl pattern is difficult to manage at times which is part of the reason I don’t much to my hair. “Thank you so much, you did an amazing job and I absolutely love it.” Tucking some hair behind my ear I gave her a warm hug.
“It was nothing. I had a feeling you’d end up liking a nice blowout. Besides, it’s your birthday and you deserve to look the best.” She put on some final touches, spritzing all of my hair with some hair fragrance that swept me off my own feet.
“Well look at you, this really feels like deja vu.” Ravyn complimented coming into view with a dress bag in her grasp. “Oh baby girl you look beautiful. You remind of Paola from Pasíon Morena.” She smiled.
Turning around I stared at her with curiosity wondering what’s in the bag. Ravyn sensed where I was coming from and opened up the bag that contained a brand new dress since the one I originally picked was no longer available as of yesterday evening. So the situation with my original dress is sensitive. I found a store on the strip that had this gorgeous creme and rose gold dress. I called to have them hold it but once I went to get it, some girl had already bought the piece. Pissed was an understatement. Luckily I found a dress that blows the other out the water.
“You think he’ll like it?” Going over to Ravyn I took the dress and hung it up on the door smoothing out the fabric. Glazing my palms over the short gown I smirked at the soft hue of purple that Izaiah picked out for me. I love satin and silk material so much and I know this dress will be super comfy to party in tonight. It’s cut very low cut in the front, it’s racerback style and the fabric is lightweight. I don’t have any satin pieces in my closet so I’m happy that this is the look I get to go out with tonight. Not to mention this beautiful ivory color that will compliment my complexion so well.
Growing up as multiracial to a Panamanian mom and a Black/Colombian father and seeing my skin tone change over time made it hard for me to accept myself. I was born a super light complexioned baby and grew up with the same shade until I was about ten years old. On my tenth birthday I started noticing my fairly tan color transform into this medium tan. Now that I’m a grown woman my color has evened out nicely. I don’t really like to put my color into a specific category but I’m not your typical Afro-Latina woman. I’m so much more comfortable now with the way I look because my parents made sure to remind me how beautiful I was everyday.
“Like? That fool loves the way you look with no clothes on so I’m sure he’ll love you in this. Go get dressed while we get ready now. Keep an ear out for Angie and Tori.” The three of us broke off into our own thing and the closer it came time to go out I kept thinking about Corey. I’m not sure where he is or what he’s up to but I really want to see him.
Just I as I was getting ready to call him I heard a knock on the door. Taking my slippers off and replacing them with my shoes I ran my hands over my hair, feeling nervous all of a sudden. Not by much but enough to make me second guess my appearance, contemplating what else I can do to my outfit or makeup. I quickly went to answer the door seeing someone covering their face with a bouquet of flowers. Shaking my head and smiling halfway at the gesture I pulled the door back.
“I had a feeling you were looking for me so I said let me get my ass up there and ease her mind.” For the first time all day I get to lay eyes on Corey. Who just so happens to look like a completely different person.
“You got a haircut!” I gasped stepping into the doorway to touch and feel all over his hair. “Wow, it’s so soft. Why did you cut it all off?” Going over his hair in the proper direction I pulled him inside the room and shut the door with my foot.
“I wanted to do something different. I’ve been growing my hair out since I came back and today just felt like a good day to make a change. You like it?” He asked setting my flowers on the counter beside us.
“Yeah I love it. You look just like your sixteen year old self but much sexier.” I beamed with joy that he’s coincidentally matching my color scheme tonight. Wrapping my arms around his neck I out of habit scratched at the base of his neck. “Where have you been all day? I missed you.” Now that I’m dressed and ready to go I recalled spending the first part of my birthday completely alone.
“Aw baby you missed me?” He teased drawing me in closer. His hands cuffed the curve of my ass, fingertips fanned out and enjoying the material covering my body.
“Well if you’re going to be funny about it then I take it back.” Laying my cheek against his shoulder I shuddered at the tickling sensation my hair brought to me. All of my hair covered the exposed skin of my back providing me with warmth.
“Let me guess Ravyn did this huh?” He assumed, meddling in my hair.
“Nope, guess again,” Standing on my own I backed away to give him a full preview of my look for the night.
“Carli did your hair? By herself?” Corey nodded in approval, taking my hand and spinning me in a full 360 circle. The act made me feel like a new cut diamond on display in a case. He stopped turning me leaving me facing towards the room that the girls are in.
“How do I look?” I asked needing a little more reaction to my appearance.
“There aren’t words in the dictionary to describe how beautiful you are.” He complimented coming to stand behind me. He wrapped both arms around my waist leading me across our suite and outside to our private terrace that looks out onto the strip. The warm air and the joyful sounds of distant people enjoying their night ease my mind.
“I know I say this a lot but thank you.” I began quietly, leaning back against his chest. “You have no idea how happy and blessed I am to have a man like you in my life. Everything that you do for me and Izaiah makes me the happiest woman walking this earth.” Turning around his embrace I slid my hands up to his chest and up to his hair. I love playing in Corey’s hair any chance I get but now that he’s got a haircut I’m more intrigued to touch him.
He gazes down at me longingly, teasing my spine with something hard. I turned my head to look over my shoulder and Corey made one hand visible to show me a little box that came out of nowhere. The box is the same shape as what houses earrings so maybe he got me a match to go with the rings.
Breathlessly chuckling at his ability to always keep me on the edge of my seat I looked at the box again. “Mas regalos, Corey? Do you have anything else to do besides spend money on me?” I smirked.
“Para nada,” He smirked too, loving the shock in my eyes most of all. “I think of it as me wanting you to never forget how special you are to me. Not much has changed between us. But now that you’re the leading lady in my life you get the full works. Happy birthday..again, open it.” He encouraged, playing my hair.
With a smirk on my face I opened the little box with excitement. “No entiendo papa..” I chuckled nervously.
“Go there.” He said simply.
“Pero, Corey, por que? Donde esta esto?”
“Just go. Don’t ask me questions, just go there okay? Please.” Corey kissed me tenderly and walked off. I watched him leave out the door without looking back or any odd movements. Curious to solve this little mystery I went back in the room and grabbed what I needed for the night. As I was heading out the door I noticed another small box on the counter. Picking it up and opening it I read the instructions, removing another hotel key card.
“Great, a scavenger hunt.” I muttered. Continuing on with Corey’s little game I took the elevator up to the roof like the paper instructed me to. When I made it to the top I had a maze of doors to get through. What kind of hotel is this? Corey better not get me or himself into trouble because he wants play games.
Pulling out the extra key card I held it up over the keypad watching the flash turn green. A clicking sounding gave away that I could open this door. I searched for something heavy to hold it open. I’m fine with getting locked out of a room but being stuck on a roof is not in my plans tonight.
Bright lights flashed over me. I turned to my left not expecting to see the sight before me.
“No way.” I gasped. “What in the hell is this man up to?” Securing the door with another big rock I dusted my hands off and pulled down the hem of my dress. I don’t see Corey but I can say that this journey up here was worth the mystery. A large screen was set up in the corner placed behind a small round table and one single chair. Leading up to the table is a gracious pathway of sunflower petals.
After following the trail, I sat down at the table finding another card. The rules to follow were simple. Sit back, relax, and press play using the remote in the center of the table. The screen changed from black to white and then a clip began to roll.
“In case you forgot how much you meant to me, here are some reflections of the past to help you remember.” Corey said. The first image on the screen is a classic. The first picture that was ever taken of Corey and I. His parents invited me to one of his little league baseball games. Back in September of 1989 I think. Corey and his team ended up winning that game by three points all thanks to him.
The images that followed that one definitely helped me to reflect on some good times he and I have had. It’s truly amazing to see how long we’ve been in each other’s lives. He’s impacted my life in so many great ways and vice versa. I got to see pictures from our childhood, our adolescence, and lastly our college years. That’s when my emotions started to run wild. College was a roller coaster for me. I didn’t grow up sheltered but going away to college sure made it seem like I hadn’t lived at all. And the one mistake I wish I could go back and undo was getting to know Aaron Jonell “Ace” Bradley.
“Way to make a girl cry on her birthday Corey.” I sniffles. Dabbing the corner of my eyes with a tissue I pressed on with watching this slideshow of pictures. Another five minutes of good memories to view brought up one final video message. This one seems quite lengthy.
“I’m sorry for making you cry and taking you on a scavenger hunt. But I knew that in order to keep the element of surprise I had to make it worth your while. Our relationship and our friendship is one of the most important bonds I have ever formed with anybody. Although you’ve been one of my dearest friends for so many years I feel like I owe you so much more. I don’t ever want to forget that we were friends first and that is why I love you as much as I do today. When you were away I always hoped you would come back home. Back to me. Not having you in my life for so long hurt me so much. I think that’s when I started denying any feelings that I had for you. Your return to New York answered my prayers and from there I started to understand that my parents and Brian were right. I couldn’t stop comparing other women to you. It was you that I kept looking for in every past fling that I had. No other woman compares to you Bri. They don’t stand a chance. And seeing you be a mother and take care of your child before my very eyes is what threw me for a loop. I’m rambling now but that’s ok. All I’m trying to say is this, no matter what happens I will always love you. I never again want to feel the pain of losing you. So with that said, I have a very important question to ask you.”
Furrowing my eyebrows I watched the screen go black but the red writing on it made me too emotional to turn around.
“Quiero estar contigo para siempre..” I whispered.
“I hope you feel the same way.” That’s when I turned around. I knew it was Corey.
He stood there with his hands behind his back. He changed into a full blown tux just without the tie. When did he have time to change and set all of this up?
My body and thought process froze in astonishment. Even from here I was able to meet Corey’s eyes feeding off his energy.
“Tell me this isn’t what I think it is..” I mumbled so quietly. Standby up from the table I sucked in a huge breath of air.
“Come over here so I can tell you the rest.” He suggested. The smile on his face makes me feel secure. I’ve never seen him this happy.
Doing as he said I felt surprised when he nestled a sunflower behind my left ear. My favorite flowers as a child that my dad always brought home for me on Sunday evenings. Corey used to always bring me hand picked bouquets when he was making up for something bad that he had done, trying to apologize, or persuade me into something.
He revealed his hands to me, holding a little red box. The Cartier label on it did it. I turned to the side not able to handle this all at once. “Oh my god..” I whispered thinking of anything to make me laugh.
“Sabrina..” he said tugging on my hand.
I shook my head promptly, biting my lip, looking out at the other buildings and hotels. The ongoing nightlife of Vegas was the perfect distraction from this moment.
“Lori, look at me baby, come on.” He kindly requested.
After a minute or so I gave into his demand and paid full attention to the man on one knee, right now before me.
“I know this new path we’ve been on has been a short one but I don’t care. I’ve known you since we were little kids and of all the women I’ve messed around with and dated, you’re the only one that’s made me feel this way. It never mattered to me what new girl I dated over the years because I always managed to see you in them. I meant it when I said you were the reason I couldn’t settle down. I was in denial with how I really felt about you and I’m sorry. I’m no longer confused, lost, or in denial..none of that shit. Not anymore. I know for a fact that I love you dearly and don’t ever want to see you with anybody else. And I damn sure don’t want you to ever leave me again.” Corey softly took a hold of my hand and kept the small box is his other hand. “Sabrina Delores Guerrero..” he began proudly.
Putting my free hand to his soft lips I silently begged for him not to continue. Not because I don’t want to hear anymore but because I’m in shock and I need a minute to process this. I never saw this coming. He always keeps me on my toes but this right here is not what I ever even suspected to happen with him. We’ve been dating for a hot minute and already he wants to give me a ring. Then again, we’ve had something brewing between us for a long time now.
Maybe I too was in denial about my feelings for Corey all along. In college he managed to stir up feelings even when I was dating other guys. I just never acknowledged them or acted upon them. That’s not the type of woman I am. He’s always made me feel safe, comfortable and special unlike past ex’s.
“You’re not gonna let me finish?” He smiled, seemingly comfortable where he is. My fingers haven’t strayed from his lips as he just stared into my eyes looking like I was heaven on earth.
“Corey, if I let you finish I’m gonna need to redo all the work I put in on my face. I have a lot of makeup on that I don’t want to do over.” Taking a deep breath I allowed him to wrap up his speech.
“Te casas conmigo?” As he spoke he simultaneously unveiled the ring that blew me out of the water. I’ve never seen a ring so beautiful in my life. It’s my dream engagement ring. It’s everything that I’ve ever wanted. Down to the cut, color, clarity and size.
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed. “Corey, how..when..what!?” I quizzed. He just smiled and pushed the ring up my finger. Rising to his feet he held me close. “Are you sure you that want to take this step with me?” I accept his hand without any doubts but I still want to make sure that this is what he wants.
“Yes.” He answered boldly. “Without a doubt. I don’t care about anything else but you, Izaiah, my family and Brian. I don’t know what we’ll get into later in life but I do know that I want to be with you as long as I’m living. If you’ll have me too that is.”
This declaration of why he wants to take this, take us, to a whole new level is the tone setter for this entire night. I wonder what else this man can possibly have up his sleeve.
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“¿Que tengo que hacer pa que vuelvas conmigo? Vamos a dejar el pasado atrás..” Ravyn and I sang simultaneously like no one was around to watch. This birthday celebration has surely been one to remember. After Corey surprised the hell out of me by proposing the night has been so much fun. Everyone is having such an amazing time equally and we’re all faded off our asses. The guys, Tori and Angie have burned through four blunts so they’re all super high. Carli, Ravyn, and myself stuck with the liquid courage but we had a little extra boost as well. I won’t say too much to Corey because I don’t want him to be too concerned with my well-being but I laced my own drinks with some party favors that Ravyn brought along.
I don’t even know if she knows I used them but oh well!
“Yo..I can’t feel my fucking face!” Dave shouted turning to take the bottle from Devontae who looks half asleep in his seat.
“Boy you better not be asleep!” Ravyn stepped down from the table and went around to playfully smack her man in the face.
“Stop it! I’m awake. Let me enjoy my high girl..” He griped, not able to resist smiling at her. Seconds later and Ravyn was all in his lap, kissing on him.
Shaking my head at their antics I stepped down from the table as well looking around for Corey. I stopped searching for him when I felt a presence behind me. I slowly turned around coming face to face with him.
“You gotta stop doing that..” I chuckled breathlessly. Closing our distance I pushed myself on him taken aback by how cold his neck is. It sobered me up for a minute. “Were you outside?” I asked blinking rapidly.
“Yeah my pops was calling. Everything’s good. You okay?” He asked, kissing the tip of my nose.
“I’ve never been better. Thank you so much for coming here with me to celebrate my birthday. It means more to me than I have the ability to explain to have you with me on another birthday. And this one is the best one yet.” My breathing calmed down the moment I looked into his beautiful brown eyes. I used to get excited when I looked at this man back when we first kissed. But it’s like now he makes me excited but in a mental way. Being in his presence and in his arms brings me such a wonderful feeling of peace.
“You know I’d do anything for you right?” He mumbled, cuffing my ass in one hand and tracing my jawline with his index finger.
“Sin duda.” I nodded with certainty making the first move not even caring whose around to watch. Liquor makes me bold with my affection when I consume a high amount of it. Pushing into him I slipped my tongue into his mouth feeling like I got shocked. Any sort of intimacy with Corey is electric, fun, and purely satisfying to my soul.
“You obviously don’t care who's watching..do you?” He grumbled, walking to somewhere. I felt a wall connect with my back meaning we didn’t go far.
“No,” I hummed. Snaking my hand down between our bodies I fumbled with the button on his pants wanting to strip him of these clothes. The state of mind that I’m in has me wanting so badly to give everyone the show of their life. “I want you, can we get outta here for a minute?” I plead desperately, going to attack his neck with kisses. I can hear him groaning even with the music being so damn load. Swirling my tongue in circles against his flesh I gripped the lining of his pants and with gentle force pulled him as close to me as I could get him.
“Come on.” He said with lust in his tone. Corey put a stop to my little show, grabbed my hand and took me upstairs to another level of the club I didn’t know existed. We walked down a short hall coming to a door with a display sign for a manger but there are no words on it. I pushed the door open and flipped the lights on, trailing closeby. The music from downstairs followed us setting a good vibe in the room so it’s not silent.
“Is someone going to come in here?” I asked leaning up against the desk. Tapping my foot against the surface I carried on with the sounds coming from my heel and the desk itself.
“If they’re smart no one.” Corey shut the door and walked over to where I was standing. He stroked my chin, dragging his finger all over my neck and down to my chest. The warmth of his hand gave me goosebumps because of how anxious I am for what he’s going to do to me.
“What if they come looking for us?” Tilting my head to the side I felt my breathing halt and then speed up as he hiked up my dress. His hand went directly for my panties, pushing them aside to touch me with delicacy. “Hmm,” I hummed spreading my legs apart giving him the open invitation.
“I don’t care.” He shook his head, wedging his face in my neck. The passion in his kiss against my skin turned me on so much. Flashbacks popping into my mind left and right confused me at first and then the clouds settled. This is how it started. This is how we started. Our first sexual encounter happened at the club in a room similar to this.
Gasping in joyful, humorous delight I put my hands to his chest and created some space so I could see his face.
“What’s wrong?” He asked instantly.
Shaking my head I stood up straight. “I remember now. It’s all coming back to me. Our first time was the night of Brian’s party. Kind of like how tonight is going..” It’s so relieving to have my memories from that night come back to me.
“How did you figure that out?” He chuckled, continuing to touch and tease me.
“I don’t know. It just came rushing back a moment ago and it feels great to remember. Can we get out of here? I want you out of these clothes and we need space, a lot of it.” Looking into his eyes with desperation on my face I moved into him feeling my heart rate pick up.
“You want to leave now?” The confusion in his voice made me giggle relentlessly.
“Yes, yes right now.” I confidently said.
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Stumbling into the room with me wrapped around his body, Corey somehow managed to double lock the door. I carefully hoisted myself up higher on his body careful not to dig my heels into his leg. We left Drai’s in a hurry. It was like a whirlwind and we didn’t tell anybody. Our needs paired with how fucked up we are, again, drove us to unspeakable lengths to get what we want from one another. And we’ve been apart all day so there’s a lot of pent frustration on both sides. Corey walked to the kitchen counter pushing everything off and setting me on top. Things breaking and dishes shattering made me laugh and feel slightly empathetic for whoever has to clean this up. Bubbling anxiously I laid back on some of my hair to prevent the countertop from touching my bare back.
Corey hurriedly unzipped, unbuttoned, and dropped his pants, pushing my dress up just far enough. He grabbed my thong with two hands, ripping the material with ease and some anger. The fire in his eyes and the speed of his actions aroused me even further. He lined up his pelvis perfectly with mine, teasing me ever so gently with the tip of his manhood. I watched what little I could see but threw my head back, arching my back up off the counter from his body making contact with mine. Sex with him makes me feel at home. I feel like my body was made just for him and him only.
I zoned into the large case of flowers but then I saw darkness. The comfort and pleasure in his deep, strong, and quick strokes made me emotional rather quickly. Usually it takes some time to build that emotion but not tonight. Lifting my left hand I found an edge of the counter to grip, relaxing my body and welcoming his change up in pattern. I never knew sex could feel so satisfying, sexy, and almost nurturing until I got a taste of what Corey had to offer.
“This is why you wanted to leave so quickly? You missed me?” He asked, picking up one of my legs to press against his chest.
I feel too good right now to respond verbally. I don’t know how at a time like this. I silently begged him not to talk. All that I want to hear right now is the sound of his body slamming into mine as he takes my mind further from reality. This time I sat up to take my heels off and gave them to him so he could set them aside. These are Giuseppe shoes, I can’t treat them like trash. With my feet bare I’m free to move them and my legs about without hurting him.
We traveled from the counter to the dining table, the couch, the floor, up against the glass doors, and then outside. The cool breeze brushing past us sent a chill down my spine. It’s been a minute since we got in the room but he won’t let me get mine. I’ve come close to completely defying his rule but he’s switched up on me with the location changes to ensure I could not.
“How long are you gonna make me ho-hold th-” My stammering speech came to a halt when I lost all control of my abilities to hold onto this orgasm until he told me otherwise. Being forced to not cum until you’re told is very sexy in a way and then it becomes damn near impossible. My body went limp as I finished coming down from the ride he put me on. His shoulder became my resting place. I can feel the moisture and sweat transfer from his chest to mine, bringing me more chills as the wind kept blowing.
“Is the birthday girl worn out?” His raspy voice soothed my throbbing head as his hands began to ease the tightness in my lower back.
“I don’t find you funny.” I muttered. Looking out at the city I blinked slowly welcoming his delicate affection to any and every part of me.
“Sabrina..baby..there’s something I need to tell you..” Corey cleared this throat, finger combing through my hair. Carli is gonna be mad at me because I’ve sweated out all of her hard work. Not too badly but enough for a touch up with my iron.
“What is it?” I mumbled, licking my lips and swallowing whatever saliva I could make to relive the dryness. All that screaming I did really dried out my mouth. I need a fucking drink.
“It’s abou-“ Corey’s talking was interrupted by knocking at the door. “Hold on tight.” He warned. I tiredly flung my arms over his shoulders and prepared for sudden movement. He carefully stood up, holding me securely and walked inside the room. The knocking continued as he moved closer to the bedroom. “Hold the fuck on!” He hollered over his shoulder.
“Who could that be?” I yawned slightly as he laid me down and covered me with the blankets.
“I’m gonna go find out. Just wait here.” Corey grabbed a pair of shorts from the chair and quickly put them on. I thought he was going to answer the door but I saw him take something from his backpack. I didn’t have the time to ask what he grabbed because he left the room so fast. Slowly I got out of bed and looked around for clothes to put on.
“Man, we had shit to do!” I heard Corey exclaim.
“Yeah and I can see that for myself. Y’all staying in for the night?” Another male voice asked.
Successfully finding one of his t-shirts I pulled it over my head with the material falling to my knees. Looking around for some shorts or pants I spotted some briefs hanging out from his suitcase. With me fully dressed in his clothes I left the room trying to tame my just fucked hair. My waves and curls fell a bit but I’m liking this after look.
“Well if isn't the princess herself. You enjoy your early dick appointment?” Brian joked the minute I came into view. He and some of the others from our group were all looking around the room in awe. Are clothes are spread out, there’s an open bottle champagne on the table, and the couch pillows are in random places of the room.
“It was timed perfectly. Did something happen?” I inquired taking a seat on the couch behind Corey. Laying my head on his arm I fought hard to obtain my laughter at the expressions Tori, Angie and their men were giving us.
“No. Brian, take Corey out of here. Come on let’s go.” Tori began kicking the guys out just as Ravyn appeared.
“Well thank god you caught them before act two. You, come with me.” Ravyn walked over to the couch and stood me up separating me from Corey.
“What the hell is going on? What are you guys up to?” I tried to get out the room but Ravyn stopped me.
“Oh no birthday girl. You’re mine now. I let you and prince charming slip away but now it’s my turn to take you out on the town. Go shower and I’ll find you something to wear. Go on, go!” Ravyn pushed me towards the bathroom and shut the door behind me without another word.
I have every ground to argue but honestly after what Corey and I just did, I’m too beat and airy headed to do so. I simply took a shower and went through the same routine as I did before we went to Drai’s. Whatever it is these girls have planned I don’t know if I’m ready for. But it’s still my birthday and I could use some food and maybe another drink or two. With my makeup completely redone I cleaned up my hair, securing the ponytail. Spray a little perfume on myself and borrowed Ravyn’s solid perfume she got from Lush. Leaving the bathroom in just a towel I saw the girls in all new outfits and no male voices outside.
“Come get dressed, we gotta get going!” Angie said pointing towards the walk in closet. With no argument from me once again, I slipped into the closet seeing a brand new dress with the tag still on it. I’m honestly so confused right now but I didn’t bother to ask questions or make any comments. I finished drying myself off, draped the towel over the chair and put the dress on. As I was zipping myself in I spotted a box that had Tom Ford written across the top.
“Oh boy..” I chuckled to myself. Going to pick up the shoe box I set it on the counter and removed the lid. “Holy hell..” I gasped quietly. A beautiful pair of smoke grey sandals neatly placed in the box and there was a card to go with the package. Flipping the white card over I smiled the second I saw his writing.
--To the most gracious birthday girl, I tried everything I could to not let Ravyn take you away from me but she’s stubborn as hell. Anyway..this is my last birthday gift to you. Ravyn picked these out so don’t give me any credit. Have fun with the girls tonight and I’ll see you in the morning.
I love you Lori, CIH
Setting the card back inside I took the sandals out and tried them not surprised they’re a perfect fit. Looking over my new appearance in the mirror I ran my hands down the sides and back of the dress. The first part of the night I was in an pearl color, satin dress and now I’m in a sapphire blue, satin, fitted dress. It wouldn’t be my first choice if I had the chance to pick it out myself but it’s gorgeous.
“You all done?” I heard Ravyn say at the door.
“Yeah I’m all done. What do you have up your sleeve?” I chortled turning to face her full on.
She nodded and grinned in approval. “You’ll soon find out my friend. Come on we gotta get going.” She ushered me out of the closet where I came face to face with another surprise I never saw coming.
“Mom?” My mouth fell open seeing my mother standing and waiting for me with the happiest look on her face.
“Feliz Cumpleaños niña.” She beamed walking up to me. Squeezing my arms around her little body I shut my eyes and took in her lovely scent.
“Oh mama..te extraño tanto.” I mumbled melting as she gently patted my back.
“Oh my love how I miss you so much more. I’m so happy to see you.” She backed up from me and looked me up and down making sure I was okay.
“What are you doing here?” I quizzed, smoothing down some of her curls.
“Ravyn told me that you girls would be here and she thought it would be a great idea to fly me out. You didn’t think I’d miss seeing you on your birthday did you?” My mom smiled softly, cupping the left side of my face, brushing her thumb over my scar smoothly.
Turning to look over at Ravyn I saw her standing by the door appearing like the proud parent watching her children reunite. “You did this?” I sniffles, wiping the corner of my eye.
“I know how much you’ve missed her and I thought well this is the perfect opportunity. Since Izaiah is back in New York I just hoped that seeing your mother would make you feel a little less upset that you can’t be with your baby today.” She explained. The rest of the girls introduced themselves to my mom and then we all started a brief conversation.
Having my mother here to speak to me in person on my birthday means the world to me. And Ravyn is right about feeling a tad less sad that I can’t see Zay today. Not that my mom replaced the feeling he would bring to me on this day but her being here helps a lot.
“And what would this be? You thought I wouldn’t notice?” My mom grabbed my hand bringing attention to the other surprise I wasn't ready to tell her yet.
A heavy rush of nerves flooded my body as my mom studied my engagement ring. Toying with the ends of my ponytail I too focused on the diamond and the other two rings Corey gave me.
“It Just happened earlier tonight.” I shrugged looking to one of the girls for help. They simply held in their laughter as my mother held my hand up to his face.
“This is a beautiful ring honey, may I ask who?” My mother asked, gently rubbing my back.
“Corey..” I sighed feeling so much lighter on the inside.
The sheer look of joy on my mom’s face is all I needed to see. She’s accepting this relationship. She’s silently giving her blessing just with her look. “I’m so happy for you Delores.” She sniffled engulfing me in a warm hug. I melted in her arms connecting my own hand together to touch the ring wishing Corey were here. This is definitely a birthday to remember.
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Jade West
Character Profile for Jade West
Quotes
“If someone was pushed off this catwalk, and they landed on the floor really hard, do you think they'd live?”
“My favorite toy was a hammer. You finish the puzzle.”
General Information
Name:Jade West
Age:18
Gender:Female
Personality:Jade has a very prickly personality; she is known for being sassy, dark, grouchy, and sarcastic to those around her. She was described as "freaky" by the boy in Ice Cream for Ke$ha, to which she took offense to, but when she was described as "weird" by Moose in Three Girls and a Moose, she acknowledged and admitted it, nodding along (though that was because she was attracted to him). Jade has a 'thing' for scissors, first shown in Wi-Fi in the Sky as her username on TheSlap is 'ScissorLuv'. Her locker is also decorated with numerous scissors, her favorite (horror) movie is The Scissoring, and she even has a favorite pair as shown in her videos on The Slap and buys herself new pairs (Jade Gets Crushed). She also takes interest in pain (Cat's New Boyfriend), a lump of fat (Rex Dies), monkey fur, and blood (Freak the Freak Out (episode)), (Tori Gets Stuck). She also enjoys breathing in the fumes of dead people (Car, Rain & Fire), and likes to pretend she's been captured by witches and is being made into human soup while in hot tubs (IParty with Victorious). She has a macabre sense of humor, usually saying things about people being hit by a bus at various episodes, as well as somewhat sadistic tendencies, such as enjoying people getting hurt, even her own boyfriend being slapped (in a scene).
Jade is jealous, often insatiable, mean, and rude to many people. She sometimes shows authority and control at Hollywood Arts, yelling at others and even using physical force at times. Although she does not usually fight directly, she often retaliates in way "that will make [someone] sad for a long time". She is very possessive of her boyfriend Beck, protecting him from others that have a seem interested in him even as friends.
Despite her tough attitude, she can get freaked out by a few things, revealed by her horrified reaction to a dog attacking who she thought to be Beck (Jade Dumps Beck), freaking out when Sinjin broke into her house (Wi-Fi in the Sky), crying when she learned she was sweating for the first time (Survival of the Hottest), Sikowitz scaring her multiple times (iParty with Victorious), freaking out when Cat removed her eyebrows (Crazy Ponnie), holding onto Beck when soldiers invaded the gang's hotel in Yerba, and getting knocked down by Sheema in Locked Up!
Jade fits the stereotype of a "bad girl" much more than a "mean girl". She is very rebellious, as she doesn't like being told what to do and often points out that she's doing something because she wants to, not because someone told her to (for instance, she got her piercings 45 minutes after her mother said no to Jade), and often claims that she is only doing something because she wants to and not because someone tells her to (The Great Ping Pong Scam). However, she seems to obey Beck, and he is the only one able to calm her down and make her at least somewhat polite and nice to other people, for example in Beggin' on Your Knees.
Jade is a hardworking student at Hollywood Arts, where she dedicates her time to writing, acting, and singing. She seems to favor script writing, as she writes the play Well Wishes in Wok Star and manages to get it produced with the help of Tori. She seems to prefer to star in works she both writes and directs, and these works include: "Clowns Don't Bounce" (Prome Wrecker), an unnamed TV series where she plays the main character and her evil twin (only written; talked about in a post on The Slap), and her re-audition in Helen Back Again. All of these were dark and scary. She also seems to prefer film over stage, as her re-audition for Principal Helen Dubois was in the form of a short film while Beck's was a monologue on stage. Often, her performances are considered "weird" and "disturbing", but most people still enjoy them; an example of this is Well Wishes.
It is shown throughout the series that deep down, Jade is insecure and her heart is broken, which is part of the reason she is so rude towards people. For example, she has often assumed that Beck was cheating on her; she was devastated when she briefly broke up with him and he wouldn't take her back, and didn't want anyone "cool" to see her crying (Jade Dumps Beck). It's pretty clear that Beck is very meaningful to her and she feels empty without him. She also seems to be worried about her father's opinion of her hopes and dreams and went to great lengths to make him enjoy her play "Well Wishes" in Wok Star, which nearly got butchered. She also competed with the rest of the gang to get the most followers on The Slap to maintain popularity and dominance. She gets very upset when a satellite catches a picture of her that makes it look like she is picking her nose in The Bad Roommate and doesn't want anyone to see.
Jade often helps solves the group's challenge and could be considered the smartest (next to André and Beck). For instance, in Ice Cream for Ke$ha, she thought of the idea that the "S" would be found in the least popular flavor of ice cream. In Terror on Cupcake Street, she mentioned that the confetti cannon would scare the thugs away and it did. Even before Tori (and even Trina) joined the gang, she still solved problems, an example of this is in The Great Ping Pong Scam. In her profile video on The Slap, she describes herself as smart and deep.
Jade hates many things for various reasons, as reflected in her TheSlap segment, What I Hate, but she also has two episodes of these segments titled "What I Love", because she does not want to be predictable.
Although Jade seems tough and scary at times, she has been proven to only be very intimidating and she lost her only physical altercation with someone other than Tori (The Wood) and Cat (Crazy Ponnie); Sheema quickly knocked her to the ground in Locked Up!. Despite acting as creepy as she does, she is disgusted by many things including Trina Vega's pimple in Victori-Yes. She can also be quite flirty and feminine even in her dark, blunt nature - for example, she wears a very nice dress to the Prome in Prome Wrecker even though she only attends for revenge.
Despite her usual personality, she seems to have a bit of a soft side for young kids, as shown on her TheSlap.com segment, "Jade With Tots." In her conversations with preschoolers, although she is still herself, she seems more kind towards the kids. For example, when one of the kids talks too quietly, she loosely says "Gotta speak up, sweetheart." Also, when talking to another child, she smiles and says casually, "So I hear you're a little artist. You like art?" She also seems to be quite loving and motherly towards her best friend, Cat.
Occupation:Former student at Hollywood Arts
Appearance
* Eye Color: Blue-Green
* Hair Color: Brown (Season 1); black (Season 2); dark brown (Seasons 3 and 4)
* Trademark: Piercings, tattoos, and colored streaks in hair.
Jade started off as a brunette with blue-green eyes and stands at 5'7". Her skin is noticeably pale, but she got tanner and dyed her hair darker for the second season.
Jade has a Gothic sense of style, and aside from her dark, occasionally laced clothing she wears dark makeup and paints her nails black as well. The jewelry she wears is designed by real life artist Dre Swain, and she also wears dark red Doc Martens and black combat boots. She carries a Gears of War messenger bag. Jade also has multiple streaks in her hair that change color periodically. In season one her streaks in her brown hair are at first pink, blonde and light blue before going red for the rest of the season. In season two she dyed her hair black and her streaks are blue and green. In season three her hair is a dark brown and her streaks are mostly green, but also blue in a couple of episodes. In season four her hair is shorter and her streaks are purple for 10 of the 13 episodes. She also has two piercings, one in her left eyebrow and one on her nose. Jade has a rebel star tattoo on her right forearm and has since gotten another one that was never shown onscreen (Beck mentions that "Jade's getting her new tattoo" in a video on TheSlap.com, Tori Takes Requests #2).
Relationships with Other Characters
Beck Oliver
(2008-present, Boyfriend, with brief break-ups in between)
Jade: You love me again.
Beck: Who said I stopped?
Beck has been Jade's boyfriend and the love of her life for over three years, and she is very possessive of him. She doesn't like him talking to or flirting with other girls who she does not know and has trust issues with him (which is quite common among most teen couples). This sometimes irritates Beck; he once deleted his account on TheSlap.com because Jade kept spamming him and "freaking out", but he rejoined after she promised to stop. She has not done this since he re-joined, showing she can make compromises and she truly does love and respect him.
Her obsession with Beck is first made apparent in the Pilot, when she sees Tori wiping coffee off of Beck's shirt and immediately misinterprets the action as flirting. Though Jade is usually the one to show love in the relationship, the couple are shown to be mutually in love on multiple occasions such as when Beck says "I never stopped loving you". She dumps Beck briefly in the episode Jade Dumps Beck, but has second thoughts about it and quickly wants him back. She goes through a short state of depression when Beck doesn't take her back, even resorting to asking for help from her frenemy, Tori. At the end of the same episode, they rekindle their relationship and continue dating.
Beck also clearly loves to tease and rile up Jade, either by making her jealous or letting her get carried away by her own theories. This is exemplified in Wi-Fi in the Sky when he doesn't tell her his cheerleader neighbor is only 9 years old. Jade later claims that he does this all the time. In Beck's profile video on TheSlap.com, Jade states that they've been dating for two years and been exclusive for a year and a half.
Jade seems to show a softer side when she and Beck are alone, which has been seen on some of their videos on TheSlap. Jade also seems to be meaner and gets into fights with Tori more often when Beck is not there with her. In the last "Jade With Tots" episode, Beck tells Jade that he loves her, which makes Jade’s heart melt and she starts kissing him.
Sadly, in The Worst Couple, they broke up. After this, they rarely interacted, and when they did, they were bitter towards each other. For instance, in How Trina Got In, Jade mocks Beck and says (sarcastically) that he knows everything except how to keep a girlfriend happy. Additionally, both Jade and Beck acted very awkward around each other in André's Horrible Girl, both whispering to a friend that no one told them the other would be there, and they aren't happy about it. It was shown, however, that she still has lingering feelings for him as she was truly upset and hurt when she saw Beck hugging Tori and trying to kiss her in Tori Goes Platinum. Also, Beck seems to still care about her as shown in Opposite Date, when he wants to check if Jade is truly okay with him dating other girls, even though they were broken up at that point (it is quite possible he didn't want to hurt Jade's feelings).
In the episode, Tori Fixes Beck and Jade, after Beck realizes he still loves Jade, she coincidentally sings a song called "You Don't Know Me". They finally get back together and have remained that way for the rest of the show. They became more affectionate towards each other, no longer fight, and are much more physical. According to recent social media posts from Liz Gillies and Avan Jogia, Beck and Jade are still together, are currently living in Beck’s trailer, and they even have a kid of their own.
Tori Vega
(2010-present: Frenemy)
Dude, why are you rubbing my boyfriend?
Jade and Tori's friendship is complicated, and is full of insults and fighting, but it's also one of the closest relationships on Victorious. Jade appears to have had an open rivalry with Tori ever since the first episode (Pilot), where Tori spilled coffee on Beck and was wiping the coffee off him, then when Jade poured coffee on Tori, then Tori kissed Beck for revenge. As of episode 3, Stage Fighting, they seem to be developing a possible friendship, though she still displays a dislike for Tori. In the fourth episode, The Birthweek Song, she gives Tori coffee she found in the garbage and says "Yeah, I'm not really her friend." Despite saying this, Jade comes to Tori when she breaks up with Beck in Jade Dumps Beck, and asks for her advice (though Jade claims this is because she wouldn't want anyone cool to see her in that state). In Freak the Freak Out, Jade tries to use Tori to defeat two stuck-up girls at the Karaoke Dokie after she and Cat were unfairly banned from performing there, indicating that regardless of her hostility toward her, she regards Tori as a worthy performer. In Wok Star, Tori helps Jade produce a play she wrote herself to impress her dad. When her dad admits that Jade's play was excellent, Tori and Jade hug, signaling that the two are now considered friends. In Beck Falls for Tori, Jade helps Tori by forcing her to do the stunt and overcome her fear. In Tori Gets Stuck, Jade tries relentlessly to steal Tori's role in Steamboat Suzy and they seem to be enemies once again. In Prom Wrecker, Tori plans her prome on the same day as Jade's play "Clowns Don't Bounce" by accident, so Jade seeks revenge and tries to ruin Tori's prome. Eventually, Jade's plan backfires. They seem to be back on bad terms, as in Helen Back Again, Jade didn't help Tori get her spot in the school back, in Who Did It to Trina?, Jade blames Tori for her sister's injuries, and in Jade Gets Crushed, Tori states multiple times that Jade is evil. In Tori & Jade's Play Date they work together to revenge against two boys who are annoying them. They finally become friends in Tori Goes Platinum, when Jade sees Tori refuse to kiss Beck because she considers Jade to be her friend and she believes kissing a friend's ex-boyfriend would be wrong. Because of this, Jade gives Tori her spot in the Platinum Music Awards back and cheers her on in the audience showing thus the two becoming friends.
Regardless to say, however, Tori and Jade are enemies at times and at times but they are also friends. So, let's just say they two girls have a strong sense of the relationship, 'frenemy' but we can't say they aren't friends because they do act like it.
Cat Valentine
(2008-present: Best Friend)
Cat: We're hanging out together!
Jade: NO!
Jade and Cat are best friends. While Cat is a textbook girly-girl, Jade is more of a tomboy. They usually expresses concern for each other when they're hurt and calls out the person who caused it. Jade is also less hostile and more patient towards Cat than towards most people (even though she did once say, "Is it a device that can beam you to another table? Because if it is, which button do I push?!" and tells her she's "screwed up"). Cat is not as easily offended by Jade (although in Rex Dies, Jade makes a death threat to Cat, saying, "If someone fell of this cat-walk and hit the floor really hard, do you think they'd live?" and in A Film by Dale Squires, she uses the fact that she's acting as an excuse to slap Cat's face) and actually seems to adore her. Even though Cat unintentionally electrocutes Jade in Rex Dies, Jade is shown as not being extremely upset by it. In the episode Survival of the Hottest, they hug and she spins her around, which implies that they're very good friends since Jade rarely hugs anyone willingly. They seem to love each other like sisters. In Freak the Freak Out, they sing the song Give It Up together. Jade and Cat often comment on each other's boards on TheSlap.
Jade seems to exercise a parental sort of control over Cat and seems to know her very well. Jade admittedly doesn't hate Cat's video profile, and Beck tells Cat how this is a big compliment from Jade. Jade has also been seen sleeping over at Cat Valentine house before in a video[Cat and Jades bedtime story] on TheSlap. It is also mentioned that Beck and Jade babysit Cat sometimes.
It seems that Cat knows Jade rather well, as she managed to get Jade a Christmas present she liked. It should be noted that Jade's attitude towards Cat changes depending on the episode or her mood.
André Harris
(2008-present: Close Friend)
"And... that's for you."
Jade doesn't seem to have a problem with André. They have been friends for at least two years as revealed in The Great Ping Pong Scam. They eat at the same table and talk amongst the same group of people. She does get annoyed by André from time to time, as shown in Beck's Big Break when she is annoyed by him when he's playing music on his keyboard, so she knocks the batteries out of it. On the other hand they seem to be pretty nice to each other, as seen in The Diddly-Bops, where Jade was among the ones trying to console André about losing his record deal. She even pulls Rex's arm off for joking about the situation. In Jade Gets Crushed, André falls in love with Jade, but at the end of the episode, seems to get over her. Also, in The Worst Couple, Jade says something rude to every single character except André, which was noticed by a lot of people. In the final season, they had been seen to have been hanging out a lot more and spending time together. André even laughed a little too loud whenever Jade insulted anyone, even Tori, his own best friend. Fans had noticed this too, and people were questioning whether or not André still had feelings for Jade. It appears that Dan Schneider had meant for this to happen, because he leaked a video of a future kiss between Jade and André uploaded it once more.
Robbie Shapiro
(2008-present: Frenemy)
Robbie: I'll go get you some ice.
Jade: Sit down!
Jade has tortured Robbie during the first series though it has been slowed down since then. She has insulted him and Rex a couple of times, even tearing off Rex's arm with a smirk. In Survival of the Hottest, Jade forces Robbie to give her his water because she is hot and thirsty. She was elated to have Rex die, even with the emotional trauma it would cause Robbie, in Rex Dies. However, her reason was so that Robbie could get over Rex and finally become normal, possibly meaning, in her own way, she cares about Robbie's mental health. They are seen to be at least friendly acquaintances in The Diddly-Bops when Jade compliments Robbie on his song about broken glass, the only character to agree with him on it by saying "I like it". In Wok Star, he shows some compassion for her regarding her play, and confusion at her ways of dealing with stress (i.e.: cutting up a trash can). Yet, he joins in on the plan to make Jade's play better for the opening act. On TheSlap.com, Jade once commented: "Caught myself singing along to Robbie/Rex's song, Forever Baby. What is wrong with me? I don't even know who I am anymore!"
Trina Vega
(2008-present: Enemy)
NO ONE LIKES YOU!
Jade has barely interacted with Trina so far, but she appears to hate her. In Jade Dumps Beck, Trina gives her a flyer advertising her one-woman show. Jade responds by crumpling up the flier and stuffing it down Trina's shirtfront. In Survival of the Hottest, Jade yells bluntly to Trina twice that no one likes her. Also, when Tori asked Jade what she thought she should get Trina for her birthday, she replied wittily "talent", making it clear that she doesn't think Trina has any talent, which is probably what most people would say in the matter. She finds Trina's accident in Who Did it to Trina? hilarious, and even uploaded it online. However, in Wanko's Warehouse, she goes with the gang and Jade turns on Trina as usual.
Erwin Sikowitz
(2008-present:Teacher)
Jade claims that Sikowitz is her favorite teacher in her video profile on TheSlap, and mostly participates in his activities. During "Locked Up!" she is the first to react/run over to greet "their favorite teacher". Sikowitz doesn't really have a relationship with her, although he calls her to be in an improv scene in the "Pilot" and randomly calls on her to be in a Drive-By Acting Exercise, which annoyed her but she did it anyway. Jade was also part of the Diddly-Bops, a children's group that Sikowitz put together for his roommate's son's birthday party. Jade was also the first to comment about Sikowitz's TheSlap page. In "Sleepover at Sikowitz's", Jade is the first to volunteer to go to Sikowitz's house. Sikowitz always says phrases that start with "Ah, Jade..." giving her an advice or making a comment about her personality.
Sinjin Van Cleef
(2010-present; Enemy/Frenemy)
WALK AWAY!
Sinjin has a massive crush on Jade, but she dislikes him very much. In Jade Dumps Beck, when Sinjin heard that Jade dumped Beck, Sinjin told her, "Want one [boyfriend]?" Jade responded, "Walk away." and he did so quickly. Also, when the news of Jade and Beck splitting spread, Sinjin and his friend made an attempt to sit with her at lunch, until Jade merely (and loudly) said, NO and the two walked away. In "Tori the Zombie", Jade said his mother gave birth to the wrong thing. Sinjin was also shown to be in Jade's house, obviously without permission much to Jade's annoyance in "Wi-Fi in the Sky". On TheSlap, he talks about Jade and even writes her poems. This may show he has an unhealthy obsession with her. In Wok Star he helped her with set design. When he tried to talk to her about different kinds of moss to use for the set, she compared it with his hair. He then continued to speak to Jade, which annoyed her and she commanded him to "Go." Before she even finished the word he took off running, showing he always does what she says and greatly respects her (despite him breaking into her house). Tori said it made pee run down his leg. In a video on "The Slap" Sinjin made puppets of him and Jade. He acted as if Jade was in love with him and wanted to dump Beck so she could go out with him. Jade walks into the room to see Sinjin and calmly tells him that is not okay.
Family:Jade's relationships with her family are known to be terrible. According to her, her father "hates [her] guts", has called the cops on her, thinks that all of her creative desires are stupid, and she wants to show him that he is wrong. She seems to disrespect her mother and has called her "stupid" quite a few times, and claims that she loves the movie The Scissoring more than her mother (Three Girls and a Moose). Her grandma doesn't approve of her style, and Jade once told her to "get out of here" when asked about the kind of guy she wanted to marry. She once locked her cousin in a closet, she seems to think of her stepmother as annoying because she takes up all her father's attention, and she enjoys listening to her brother panic. (Most of these examples are from numerous posts and videos on TheSlap.com.)
Biography:Jade's childhood has been noted to be an unhappy one on a few occasions throughout the series. She says that the ice cream reminds her of it, and that her favorite toy was a hammer (Ice Cream for Ke$ha).
She was friends with Andre Harris, Robbie Shapiro, Cat Valentine, and Beck Oliver since at least 2008, where they formed an official ping pong team at Hollywood Arts High School. (The Great Ping Pong Scam) She and Beck also began dating at some point this year (Jade Dumps Beck).
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Make It Shine
Victor Vega was a common 16-year-old boy. He attended a normal, boring school where he wasn’t very popular, but he wasn’t a lonely guy, he was as normal as a boy can be. His sister, Trina, attended an art school called Hollywood Arts, where she could explore how “talented” she was. And Victor often imagined how funny would be to go to a school like that instead of the boring school he attended.
One day, Trina came and angrily said that she would have to work with a younger boy called André Harris on a song for her Big Showcase, and that she needed Victor’s help, something that he (imperatively) agreed to do. He hated working with Trina, but André ended up being a very talented boy and a really nice guy, and quickly they became friends. Victor always felt something that he had never shared with anyone else, but he mentioned it once to André and he took it very well. That’s when he learned that André was trustworthy.
The Big Showcase was always a really cool show to watch and he really enjoyed it, but at the end of the day he always felt kind of weird after it. He always dreamed of being able to be as confident as those people. He was afraid to admit to himself and to anyone else that he felt jealous of Trina. Not because of her school and her “talent” but instead because, deep inside he knew that he wanted to be a girl. He wanted to be able to wear those shiny dresses and all that stuff that Trina wore on her presentations. But he knew that he would never be able to do that… until the Big Showcase happened.
He was watching a really cool presentation in the Big Showcase with his parents, waiting for Trina’s presentation when he heard some screams and a guy named Lane called them to go backstage. That’s when they saw Trina. Her tongue was enormous and the doctor told them that she wouldn’t be able to sing. After that, Lane asked André if anyone could sing the song.
“Yes. There’s someone” André answered.
“Really? Who? You can’t sing the song alone!” Victor said.
“I won’t sing it. You will” André told him.
“WHAT?! I CAN’T DO THAT!” Victor screamed.
“Of course you can. You know the lyrics perfectly! And… this is the moment to accomplish your dream!”
“What are you talking about?!”
“You know what I mean. You want to sing on the Big Showcase. And you want to do it dressed as a girl!”
“You think that?! Just because of a stupid thing? I said that as a joke!”
“No, it wasn’t a joke! I’m sure you really meant it! Come on! We’ll find a dress of your size easily, you’re really thin, and we can stuff a bra and give you a wig and put on some makeup! No one will recognize you! Only your parents, Trina and I will know about it! You have a high-pitched voice and I know you can reach high notes! You can do it!”
Victor was doubtful. Yes, of course he wanted to appear on the Big Showcase dressed as a girl. But he was really nervous. What if everyone realized that he was a boy? Everyone would make fun of him.
Finally, and after a moment of doubt and fear he sighed and said “OK, I’ll do it”
André smiled and took him to a dressing room, where he gave Victor a wig of the same color of his hair, a stuffed bra and a short silver dress. Then he called a makeup artist and after some minutes, Victor was ready. He looked at the mirror and what he saw surprised him. He looked just like a girl. He looked the way he had always dreamed. And finally he had to show up on stage.
He looked at the audience. Nobody seemed to notice that he wasn’t a girl. And then, he started singing.
“Here I am, once again
Feeling lost but now and then
I breathe it in to let it go”
The song was low and he noticed that while doing some of the higher notes his voice started cracking. So he made a sign to André and he made the beat faster. And suddenly, he realized that what he was singing were his feelings in that exact moment. He felt excited and started singing with a stronger, more secure voice.
“And you don't know
Where you are now
or what it would come to
If only somebody could hear
When you figure out how
You're lost in the moment
You disappear!”
It was true, Victor had disappeared. Now there was only Tori, the name he had already thought as his female name. He was happy; nobody noticed that he was a boy. Everybody seemed to enjoy his presentation. He danced and had a good time.
“You don't have to be afraid to put your dream in action
You're never gonna fade you'll be the main attraction
Not a fantasy
Just remember me
When it turns out right
'Cause you know that if you live in your imagination
Tomorrow you'll be everybody's fascination
In my victory
Just remember me
When I make it shine!”
Victor was really excited; everything went way better than what he expected, everybody was cheering and clapping. He smiled and quickly returned backstage, where his parents and Trina were waiting. They were really surprised by his presentation. They congratulated him and suddenly a man appeared in front of her.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Oh! He is…” Victor’s mother said before Victor coughed and interrupted her, so her mother stood quiet.
“My… my name is Tori Vega and… who are you?”
“He’s Mr. Ackner, the school director” Lane said.
“Do you study here?” Mr. Ackner asked to Tori.
“No, I was only…”
“Wait. Wouldn’t you like to?”
Tori was shocked, she never imagined that he would ask something like that.
“Me?” Tori asked, and the director nodded
“Well… of course!” Tori said, excited, and everyone seemed to be happy with that decision.
“But… wait, everyone her is very talented” Tori said.
“Yeah, and so are you” André stated.
“But… what if I’m not as good as you think” Tori said, and then everyone started arguing.
But then André opened the curtains so everyone could see their argument and then he talked to the audience.
“Hey! She doubts of having the talent to study here! What do you say?”
Everybody clapped and cheered, including her parents and even Trina. Then Tori smiled, she was almost crying and finally she said “Alright!” and hugged André, and the audience cheered again.
Then her parents took her to a place where nobody could see or hear them.
“Victor, why did you say that your name is Tori?!”
“Because… I want to be a girl, and the name I want to have is Tori! I’m sorry that I never told you but… I was too scared to tell you. But now that I had the opportunity I finally showed everyone who I really am”
Her parents looked at each other and sighed. Then her mom told “Well, boy or girl, you’re still our child and we will love you no matter why. And honestly I have seen you at least twice trying on Trina’s dresses so I can’t say you never showed any sign”
Tori blushed and felt so happy that she started crying. “Thank you! I love you”
“We love you too, Vic… Tori” Her father said and the three hugged.
This was a new beginning for Tori Vega. In a new school where she could finally be who she wanted. And a lot of new adventures will come.
Just a small fanfic I made for my trans Tori Vega headcanon :P I hope you like it and if you don’t, welll.... It’s ok. It’s just a dumb idea of a dumb trans girl.
#victorious#victoria justice#trans headcanons#trans headcanon#trans tori vega#nickelodeon#rewrite#fanfic
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