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aestheticsuwu · 2 years

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Swallowed a heart shaped pill

Robby Keene x Doug Rickenberger

Valentine Dance Au

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❤Happy Valentine's Day Everyone ❤

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"Its not fair , I planed this cute date for the dance we were going to go to a new cute cafe that i found where they sell Miguels favorite dessert and - ," Sam poor sweet Sam vented out to Robby who was at first listening but soon his mind got distracted with his highlighters inside his lockers.

Why did he have so many . If he remembers correctly his Dad only bought two , Yellow and Green . The pink he stole from Sam , Blue from Demetri, the two purple ones were from Hawk and Miguel .

He uncaps a highlighter that has glitter , his lips making an O , Robby likes this one . Ripping a piece of paper from the sheet he finds first, He is not giving back this one for sure.

" Hey losers , Whats going on ? Other than Keene not paying attention what your saying Larusso." Tory ask , making Sam and Robby jump in suprise.

"What ." Both say , Sam glares at Robby realising she was just speaking to the air . If she knew he has a glitter hightler she would put her little problem aside too.

"You see the new posters . Its insane how everyone gets like if a stupid dance is so important ." Tory laughs until Sam frowns making her roll her lips to keep quiet.

Miguel was gone for two weeks with his Mom to Mexico. Sam understood and supported her boyfriend but it didn't stop her from getting sad about it .

" If it helps were not going , we plan to hangout you can join us Sam." Robby offers , walking alongside the two girls .

He sees Tory offer a smile to Sam showing she didn't mind.

"Its just a dance on the other hand with us we could have fun and drink ."

"Let me guess , Vodka."

You bet your ass , darling ."

"Hey you guys have a pencil i can borrow." Robby ask.

" For you No ." Tory says with chuckle.

" What am i supposed to write with, my ha-" His sentence is cut short when his shoulder collides with another.

He turns to glare at the back of the person head and turns back to walk into someone.

Robby face hits a chest and two arms grab his biceps to hold him still from flinging backwards. Looking up he stares into dark eyes that were widen in suprise .The guy looks familiar but his brain couldn't remember .

" Rickenberger , i see you still got quick reflexes , Can you please return our friend." Tory smiles at the tall boy who lets go of his arms and backs away with a nod and leaves .

" Who's that?" Robby ask in wonder

" He was in Cobra Kai but then quit because him and Hawwk had fall out to say the least . He's cool ." Sam scoffs. " He's a good guy ." The blonde defends her statement. Her blue eyes soften and her blond ponytail sway right to left when she begins to walk.

.......

After his training session with Kenny , Sam texted him and Tory , inviting them to her house to .... He doesn't remember his mind been scrambled lately. But he is the first one there.

Reclining against the bed headboard he scroll through Instagram. He pauses a video from Mikey0_0 , the video starts with him shouting excitedly , The video is on mute Robby didn't make a move to unmute it, The camera lense is flipped and the focus is on another familiar guy.

The guy is shirtless -Their at the beach and there's people in the background in swimsuits- The big guy starts swinging on the bars , his back muscles and biceps on display leaving him in trance , Robby can't even reach them.

The bars. Not the muscles.

The guy is tagged on the video. @Rckbger69.Couldn't help but scoff at the dumb username , real mature. Robby should be not that suprise from the little he heard about him from Hawk and Tory.

He taps on it . Why not ? Hes already here.

He scroll downs throught videos of him doing backflips , handstands , showing off his karate moves , doing stuff with his friends . Pictures of him which Robby stared a bit longer , He stops on a family picture and Rickenberger is smiling making him look soft and cute . It reach to his eyes and not the one he gave when he bump into him.

"Robby . Robby?, Robby !."

"Huh ?" He shuts his phone off and turns to face Sam .

"Is this going to be a thing now ?" Sam ask with a hint of attitude.

For a second Robby was ready to come up with a bullshit excuse about how he was not salivating over Rickenberger.

"Me talking and you ignoring me." She clarifys making relief wash over him .

"No . I got distracted." He would apologize but Sam has ignore him while he was talking before . She is not a victim.

"What are you watching ?."

"Nothing." Robby say real quick raising Sam interest on what he was hiding. He is not ashamed , everyknows he like guys too its just that he knows how Sam gets and she will bristle knowing she was into even if it was the tiniest bit in someone she dislikes.

"Sorry im late , My shift ran late." Tory walks in looking tired she pauses looking at the two of them . Robby looking nervous but acting like Sam caught him watching porn.

"What's going on."

"Just Robby eyes are glued to his precious phone." She said with a airy voice making Tory gleam getting the hint. Both girls turn to look at him making him a bit nervous.

Making feel absurd because he got nothing to hide , He is free to watch anything and anyone. Not like he was watching kinky porn . Robby was appreciating an athletic person .

He is willing to throw Sam under the bus to gid rid of the spotlight on him , nothing came to his mind to spill.

" I wasn't. Can we move on from this topic ." Robby pleaded but that just fueled Sam and Tory. Both girls gave each other a knowing glance .

Since when they can do that. Tory is his bestfriend not Sam's.

Sam moves foward dictracting his focus on Tory coming behind him . His so called friend snatches his phone , He tries to jump off the bed but embarrasingly Sam trips him over . His face meets the carpet .

Tory evil hands types in his code and becons Sam to take a look. The girls look amused at what was playing at the screen , he began to feel his face get hot already knowing he won't hear the end of creeping on Rickenberger IG.

"This sucks , it thought it would be blackmail material." Tory says dissapointed and throws the phone back.

" What?" Getting up from the floor and check his phone, Rickenberger account wasn't there but showed random video .

Letting out a huge, but discreetly , sigh in relief . Logging out and shuts his phone and pockets it.

He put his sole focus on them . Making plans on their 'galentine' , ignoring the fact he was not a girl .

......

Whoever invented school , Fuck You . Robby was not in a good mood today , his cranky personality on blast . He told Sam to shut up because nobody wanted to hear her talk about Miguel , Told Demetri that he hated his dumb shirt and apologize after when he frowned , He threw diss at Hawk stupid hair and threaten to cut it off with his scissors when the guy quipped with "Did someone piss on your cheerios."

Now dressed in his gym clothes waiting for his dumb teacher recite a deep and emotional speech about detoxing all the horrible emotions going through us. The old dude got a shaman after his fifth divorce . The guy was more tolerable drunk.

The man wiped his tears and made them form two lines and face the person on their right. With a mental huff he moved and faced his partner.

Who look as suprised as him .

"Ok now, look into your partner eyes and say the things you like about them . Its important to hear kind andd comforting words" Mr.Hudson said making Robby cringe . He needs to fire that shaman and get a better one.

Did the old dude forget some of them have never even interacted before. Robby pressed his tongue behind his bottom lip and reluctantly look up at Rickenberger.It irked him knowing he has to look up at him but what really made bother was the indifference look the guy gave him.

Both stayed quiet . Robby was not going to be the first to say something nice especially today. Mr.Hudson cleared his throat and waited behind Rickenberger making the boy smirk .

"Mr.Keene im waiting ."

Rickenberger raised his brow in challenging manner and crossed his arms

making his biceps prominent but lucky for him today was Cranky Robby not Thirsty Robby.

"It's actually his turn , Sir.I didn't have much to say.." Robby pointed at the boy who's smirk fell . The teacher tapped his foot impatiently knowing the two boys might have something up their sleeves.

“ I like how how big your eyes get from excitement when you use your dumb highlighters-Even if it reminds me of a toddler.”, Rickenberger simply states with a small shrug making Robby frozen on the spot.

Highlighters? How does he know about his glittery highlighters.

Mr.Hudson made a weird face but nodded for the participation from the boy. Is the guy stalking him for him to know that and he said so casually like it was the obvious factor about him.

The guy could’ve gone for his eyes,hair or at least his ass. Which he has gotten compliments more than his eyes .

It was his turn . He hasn’t gotten his coffee fuel so he will blame that later on.

“ Oh!, I like your username it really speaks to me . @Rckbrger69. Some might find it a bit churlish and immature but I love the creativity.” Robby voice dripped in sarcasm and finished it with a his big fake smile to Mr.Hudson who isn’t amuse and Rickenberger grins back for a second until he went back into serious mode.

Letting out a sigh he says ,” I walk myself to the principal office.” And heads to the lockers to change.

He is stopped in the hallways by no other than his stalker . He waits for the guy to meet him halfway and waits for what the guy wants.

“I’m here to relieve you from a lecture . Mr.H ask me to come to tell you he forgives you and he is sorry for peer pressuring you into doing something you were uncomfortable with.”

“He really said that.” Robby ask in disbelief.

“Not in those words but I fixed it so it wouldn’t sound to pathetic.” The boy smirked, Robby is getting the idea that the guy never smiles unlike the way he did in the photo.

“Right.So you offered to keep on stalking me.”

“I’m not stalking you.”

“Like I would believe a stalker and his backhanded compliments.”

“In your free period you sit on the table outside of the west building with the most shade so the sun won’t bother you.”Rickenberger states making Robby turn around to give him a look’ proving he is right. This tall dude is a stalker.

“That just proves my point.”

“ I have a class in that building and I always come across you and you catch my attention looking-“

“Looking like what.”cutting him of in a harsh tone warning him to say something mean but the boy has a look far from spiteful.

“Pretty.” Rickenberger voice sounds warm and soothing surprising him. Clearing his throat like it would get rid of the change of setting he made and walks back from where he came from .

And the guy just manage to confused the shit out of him with a one word .

In lunch his eye kept wandering where dark-haired boy sits with his friends laughing and snickering at whatever they say.

He takes note of everything. If Rickenberger like to watch him why can’t he do the same.

The boy sits with his long legs wide apart like asserting his dominance maybe. He never opens his mouth to speak but just sits and listen with his hands in his lap or on the table like he doesn’t know what to do with them.

Rickenberger stops laughing and stay still for a second when he feels eyes on him. Robby doesn’t waver a part of him wants him to know he is looking at him.

Rickenberger doesn’t look surprise . They keep their eyes on each other and his finger tingle for unknown reason , clenching them into a fist and keeps his focus .

The raven-haired boy looks away when someone nudge his shoulder to get his attention . Robby waits but he never turns back again.

Switching his gaze , he listens to Demetri and Tory argue about Euphoria and possibly scarring Sam . But looking at her he notice she knows exactly what their talking about and have opinions herself.

Robby has the the boy stuck in his thoughts. What he doesn't know is the sam thing is happening to the boy.

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Sam and Tory just announced that there where change of plans and where going to the stupid-overrated dance not even sparing a thought about him .

When did those two got so close. He is happy that they finally could be in the same room and be mature and not spew .But damn not even Demetri would do him that dirty even if he is boy-crazy for Hawk. Or At least he hopes.

"It was a spur of the moment." Sam says with a smile like she wasn't triggering him .

"The spur of the moment my ass!" Robby feels his eye twitch .

"Don't get your panties in a twist, All three of us can go . Like Sam said Just because we don't have dates doesn't mean we can't go have for the fear of looking single and people talking."

"I see." Robby calmy says and turns to give Sam a dirty look making her shift into a nervous stance."This was your idea. I hate both of you right now . Goodbye."

"I will buy you as many coffees you want . Does that help ?" Sam offered knowingly that was Robby weakness.

"Im still walking away ." Her and Tory watch their friend leave hoping the boy wouldn't be mad at them for long.

He gets over it . With a warm cup of coffee just for him it like getting a piece of heaven.And because a certain dark-haired boy keeps leaving him candy on his spot. These few days , he goes to his table and finds a chocolate bar or sour or sweet candys.

Making him stay up late thinking about him more. Then suddenly one day he comes up to talk to him surprising him. Then it turns into a routine sometimes Doug wouldn't even speak but looked at him while he draws.

......

At the last minute he decides to go.Robby just went with a simple white button up and a jacket , didn't bother getting to fancy. After numerous photos they leave and enter the gym that was squeaky clean . The place is full of decorations plastered on the walls , balloons just tied to a chair and heart-shaped confetti spilled on tables.

"What took you guys so long ." Demetri complained . Robby was stunned at what he was looking.

More like who. Eli stood beside Demetri with his new buzzed cut hair and not looking bad . He rocks it.

"You got rid of the mohawk !" Robby pointed at his head making Eli snort.

" Got nothing to threaten me with , atleast when your cranky ass choses violence. " Eli chuckles and wrap his arm around Demetri waist

"It looks sick !" Tory says making Eli smile and they did a mini handshake.

" How about we take a picture to show Miguel when he's back ."

Robby groans but he poses when Sam pulls out her phone . They drank the spiked punch , talked and took way to many photos and Robby ate to many cupcakes. The frosting stained his fingertips red .

Soon enough the music changed and Eli pulled Demetri out of his chair to the crowded dancefloor.

"You guys want to dance ." Sam ask both him and Tory. Tory got up and pulled the two of them to dance.It was fun he is willing to admit and laugh way to hard when Eli try to start a dance battle like if they had a choreography up their sleeves.

They started play slow songs . Leaving the girls with a pat on their shoulders and reeceived Tory middle finger when he said that they made a cute couple.

Sitting back to their table he watches his friends dance with a smile .

"I thought you would be at home counting all your highlighters."Doug said making jump in suprise.

.Doug look handsome so Robby ask the question that sounds foul in his lips.

"Wheres your date ?" Robby questions when he notice there was no girl or boy looking for him .

"She ditched me when she realised i was looking at the most beautiful person in this gym eating cupcakes and looking like a cute chipmunk." Doug says shyly supring Robby who never thought he would see the boy embarrass . It look cute on him .

Robby won't let that compliment get to his head or he will end up like Eli. Theres a silence but a comforting one and Robby had a grin ear to ear making him look silly probably.

A new song begins . Robby stands up.

"Yeah, Does he ?" Robby ask.

" I hate dancing."

"oh"

"But i will give everything i have at this moment just to dance with you right now."

"Lucky for you im free to dance right now."He holds out his hand for Doug's.

Robby let Doug lead .When he looked up Doug was smiling that reach his eyes making Robby feel his heart warm and fuzy .

"I love that your short."

"Im not short im the average height ."

"If you say so . Your the perfect size for me to do this ." Doug pulled him in close by the waist making Robby place his head on Doug chest. The boy place a kiss and then his chin on his head making him snicker.

"Really ?" Pulling away he laughs and moves his hands up to the tall boy shoulders.

Doug stared down at Robby eyes crinkling when he laughs . He can see the freckles up close now and he wants to count each on of them. Eyes travel down to Robbys red tinted lips and he wants to kiss them .

" I want to take you on a date ."

"Right now ?"

" Why not ?"

Doug surges forward and kisses him. Soft and slow making Robby love every second of it . Pulling away he gives Doug a sunny-smile . They step out of the gym hand in hand asking questions about each other.

@shortkingkeene

@cobrakeene5 a mention to one of your incorrect quotes. ^^^.

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readingreylo · 3 years

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Christmas Fics

Moodboard by the incredibly talented @cruelerintentions

Here are some holiday themed Reylo Fic's to help us through the end of 2020.

Oh hey, these are all Modern AU ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Enjoy!

Moodboard by @cruelerintentions (her moodboards are gorgeous-- check them out!)

Tis the season...

Not necessarily Christmas themed, but some lovely fics set in the Winter.

Happy Reading!

#reylo #reylo fanfiction #reylo fic rec #reylo fandom #reylo fanfic #reylo fic #ben x rey #christmas #God now i want to re-read all of these!

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the-fourth-knower · 3 years

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Diary of a lost doe, part 1

A short fic where my character Annabelle writes in diaries

Fresh off losing her parents, Annabelle Flaches must contend with trying to fend for herself and her baby sister Angelica. And with Angelica talking to a mysterious green orb when she thinks Annabelle isn’t watching, things are only at the tip of the iceberg.

This is for me and Aquillis’s “half and half” AU, our ‘main’ AU. not to be confused with Aqui’s pack universe which is her underground re-write.

Due to the length I'm splitting this into two parts. This is part 1, part 2 is here!

Diary Enry 1, Day I dunno.

Okay here it is. First diary entry I guess. Gotta keep it brief, writing instruements are hard.

Been a few months since that day. We’re doing fine. Angie started another garden. Moved to a new spot.

Got some new things for the house. Old car door and a tire. Not sure what I’ll do with the tire gonna use the door as part of wall.

Finished roof this morning. Good thing 2, might rain.

Angie still sleps bad if not next to me. Writing while she’s curled up. Wasn’t for scars on ear and having to sleep in same clothes she’d look like we’re still home.

Gotta sleep now.

Diary Entry 2

Maybe got a job. Illegal probs but $ is $

Angelica talked more today. Good sign? Maybe she relapses back into not talking but progress.

I never thought i’d miss her annoying stupid “hey lets go explore a cave and not tell anyone bout what we’ll do” self. Never thought about losing mum and pa ei

Shit crying. Bye.

Diary entry 3

Diary didn’t get too wet yesterday.Don’t think bout mom and pa it ends badly.

I can’t afford to break down even if Angie’s sleeping

If I break down then Angie will get upset

I won’t put her through it

I won’t

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Diary entry 54

Had to leave town but am 600 $ richer

Angie’s quiet again. But she didn’t complain bout us leavin

gonna go for a city maybe. more risk but more money and places to live.

Jadetown’s the city. Dunno too much bout it but mum liked it.

Should get there in maybe a cuple weeks or so

Angie’s sound asleep. No kicking or anything so that’s good

Hope the city’s okay. Angie hates crowds.

Need somewhere with not a lot of crowds to live at

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Diary Entry 63

Been a hot second. Settling in Jadetown’s pretty hard.

Find a quiet spot in the slums. Pretty shitty now, but the two of us can make it work

Angie still isn’t talking, but she kept close to me while we made our way through the crowds. She seemed fine as long as she held my hand

Lost her a couple times, but not for long. She seemed upset bout it.

Sorry Angie.

I’ll do better. I promise.

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Diary Entry 169 (it’s the morning but fuck it)

The nightmare happened again.

Angelica having her ear scared by those monsters. mum and pa being taken away in exchange for us being set loose

Only it loops around and around before it’s just cries and blood and knives and screams and crying and they’re all surrounding me judging me for just failing everyone because you’re a fucking failure

Haven’t had it a while. Don’t upset yourself, Angie needs you.

Diary entry 169? Night

Angelica almost killed some street thugs.

we caught some dumbass looking punks bullying some sort of chao. I think it’s a chao

I ran up to one like an idiot and gout in their face to know what they’re doin, and the things went dark. I got knocked out on my ass, apparenlty the big brute that led them butted me in the head. Asshole didn’t even let me get ready

I came to to Angie trying to shake me awake. When I looked around the punks were gone, there were plant vines all over, and the other kids that had gathered were a mix of crapped their pants and mouths on the floor

I asked angie bout it and she just said she took care of them and that the punks had run off

What the hell did she do? Usually I’m the one saving her? But she was having none of it today.

Oh the chao’s fine, weirdass chao though. Never seen chao that just cause flowers to grow around them or in their footsteps.

Made 30 $

Rib’s hurting and headache, Angie fast asleep. Time for bed.

Diary Entry 170

Chao’s bak.

Visited Angie’s garden for a while watchin me watchin it. It waved and left right around Angie gettin up.

Showed up again when we got back home. Angie hasn’t seen it yet. Good thing, she wanted to bring it with us. We can’t afford three mouths.

I don’t like it. We save its ass and now its stalking us.

Made nothin.

Ribs hurt less. Still a bitch.

Diary entry 171

Angie’s found the “chao”

She talked to it all morning when she thought i was napping. Couldn’t sleep, too afraid of bad dreams.

It doesn’t make chao sounds. Or it does but really weird ones.

Then it turned a green light ball for a bit and back into a chao

Angie liked that.

I don’t trust it. Even less.

Need to watch it.

Angie’s relaxed.

Made 5$.

Diary Entry 172 morn

Nightmare again

Diary Entry 172 night

Angie got excited, claimed that she “found Trevor”

he lived near us back in our old home

Had to tell her no, every red mouse we see is not Trevor.

She says that Trevor and his family were gonna move here, pretty inistent too.

Man she gets caught up on the smallest things

Made 20$

Diary Entry 173

Chao returned while i was working. Left Angie on her own

Shes seemed like she was having a fun time being able to talk with someone

She’s not made friends much. Maybe i’m being too hard on the ‘chao’

Still gotta watch it. It could be manipulating her

Haven’t told her I know bout the chao yet.

Should i?

Not now. Angelica is sleeping.

Made 5$

Diary Entry 174

‘Trevor’ spotting 2. Angie wanted to go bug the person. So we went and sure enough as we got closer Angie changed her mind. It was a rat, not a mouse she said.

How can she tell the difference?

No Angie and chao visit. Unless it was while i slept in. but why would she be secretive bout it?

Saw the punk bitch again today. Looked like he crapped his pants when he saw Angie and she glared at him. That’s my sister.

Made 60$

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Diary Entry 364

Got a new diary. Last entry for this one. Things going well. Got a good thing going for myself.

Angie found a new plant today, and now she’s got it in her garden.

Loved the look on her face when I got it for her.

Made 50$

Angelica’s chatted with the Chao again. Sort of like, is her guardian I think. Or is that its name

Guess good bye diary 1. Really weird to do but it feels right.

Angie’s sleeping well enough on her own. She mumbles but that seems it.

Do I do a good job keeping her safe

Diary 2 Entry 1

Managed to find a new diary. Keeping the old one just cause, and because I have the storage. For a couple of street bum does, we’ve got a decent enough house going. Been able to put it together from bits and bobs lying around, Angie even threw in her hat and added her own touches.

Looks ugly as hell with the plants holding things together and it’s all a mish mash of junk and crap I found, but it’s our mishmash of junk and crap.

Also saved up enough and am making enough to afford more than one pen and even some pencils. So I can write more often. Just felt like writing

Angie’s started to get more vocal again. I think she’s catching onto the fact the way I’ve been making money is less than honest a lot of the time.

I’m not going to sell myself for it though. I’m not degrading myself with that and nayone who fucking tries is going to a hospital.

And if any of those freaks dare go near Angie there won’t be enough left for a morgue to pick up.

Oh, and the chao’s still around. I can feel it. Angelica loves it, I think. I don’t trust it entirely, yet. But, it hasn't been a danger for the past months. So I think it’s actually a good thing.. Angie calls it Guardian. Maybe it's our own Guardian Angel.

Made 65$ today.

Good journal entry me. You got talkative. Writative? Whatever.

...

Diary 2 Entry 23

Got into a fight today, that was fun. The punks from when I helped save Guardian decided to jump me when Angelica was at the house. Guess they figured they could jump me without little sis to back me up. Too bad for them, when I don’t get suckered I’m damn good at defending myself. Sent them packing. Got a bit bruised. Why is it always the ribs with those guys.

Admittedly. I didn’t have to beat the crap out of them. But talk shit get hit, I say. They shouldn’t have been trash talking me when I was walking by.

Angelica was upset when I got back. Should’ve expected that, really. Don’t know why I didn’t think she would notice me being hurt, she’s got a sixth sense for that sort of thing. Always has. Kinda weird.

But, she did try and heal me a bit. Somehow, she’s gotten better at it -Ever since she's met Guardian, she’s gotten more control over that healing ability she has. I just need to make sure she doesn’t overdo herself again.

I don’t know anything much bout healing magic or whatever it is, but I don’t think what Angie has is normal. I think she uses herself for it. Whatever healing she tries to do just eats away at her. And whatever it was was enough to frighten Pa to move us in the first place

I think part of me might blame ANgie for it. For getting us out of the safety of where we lived near Agateton and moving.

But if we didn’t move would we really have been safe still. And it wasn’t Angie’s fault she did what she did, it was Pa who pushed for it and Mum who went with it.

So do I blame them? I don’t want to. The monsters that took them and hurt Angie are the ones to blame.

But they wouldn’t have found us if we didn’t move near that forest. But Mum and Pa couldn’t have seen it coming.

Ugh. brain hurts. Fuck this mind screw bullshite

Spent 123.54$ today. Groceries and supplies. Tampons are stupid expensive but I want to have a decent supply for when we need them. Also some food.

Made 13$. Gonna need to work more to recoup.

No idea if Angie talked with Guardian. She still thinks I don’t know anythin bout it.

At least, I think she doesn’t. She gets defensive and acts like she doesn’t know what I’m talking about.

I wonder why she does that. Wonder if it’s tied with how I react to her saying she’s found Trevor for the umpteenth time.

Maybe I should press her bout it. But I don’t want to get her worked up over nothin.

Okay that’s enough, my mind’s getting wandering now and I stay up if I do that.

...

Diary 2 Entry 54

Someone showed up with a bunch of robots earlier. Cause quite the commotion, sent people running, the usual.

Apparently he set up shop in the rich quarter and is causing all sorts of troubles. People have been coming to and fro a lot the past few days.

Angie got worried over explosions. Had to calm her down, explain that whatever it was probably wasn’t coming here. She asked me bout the people there and if they needed help - told her that someone would take care of the rich fops. That’s what they do after all. Who gives a shit about two practically orphaned kids.

Not sure if she bought it. Gotta keep an eye on her. Might need to pull an all nighter.

And we don’t have any energy drinks or coffee. I could go grab one, no one is gonna give a shit if I do, not in this current environment.

Gotta stop for now. Gotta focus on Angie not some stupid book.

Entry 55

Angie’s missin

#Knower writes #Sonic #Sonic Fic #Sonic the Hedgehog #Annabelle Flaches #Angelica Flaches #didn't realize it'd be so long #guess that's what happens if I just let myself write something #but I had fun writing this #hope everyone enjoys this first part

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artificial-ascension · 3 years

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I’ll bite tell me about Ryan

Oh boy oh boy ok.

Aight, so for starters my boy Ryan's real full name is Ryan Taylors II (he was named after his uncle Ryan who died before he was born) and he's one of my Death Note OCs I made for a fic I'm writting. He's a serial killer and I heavily based his case of Jack the Ripper. He kills prostitutes, not because he has anything against them but because he knows the cops don't really care. He does this because he think violently mutilating people is fun. There's something very wrong with him. I tried to emulate every serial killer ever while still making him unique.

He had a shitty childhood. His mom got disowned by her mom for running drugs for the mob and she had to live her shitty boyfriend. He raped her and that's how Ryan came to be. Happened again and that's how he got his little sister. His dad was an abusive dick head and when Ryan was 9 he had enough so he just fucking killed the guy. When he want to court he got of with no punishment because it so insanely obvious that his dad was an abusive rapist qnd Ryan was a little kid so the jurry decided he was innocent. From age 9 to 15 he enjoyed not having a father until his mom got a new bf and he was an ass. Then when Ryan was 16 he officially could not handle it and snapped and killed someone. He enjoyed it like alot and after some moral debating with himself he kept on killing people.

Anyway to backtrack when he was 7 he met a guy named Jessie who's dad owned a bar and they became friends. Jessie had a kid his age (actually it was just a random orphan he found and adopted but still) and that kid was named Jerimiah. Ryan also had a friend named Courtney from school and Ryan, Courtney and Jerimiah all end up going to the same school after awhile and Ryan and Jerimiah date. Ryan also runs track and he's like really fucking good at it. He set records. Ryan also joined a gang when he was 7 because his neighbor was this sweet old Chinese lady who would babysit him and teach him Chinese (Ryan's part Chinese, it's never relevant except for the fact that he joined a gang when he was 7, which is mostly a joke thing) and her grandson was the leader of a biker gang and when they would come over Ryan would hang out with them and at some point they were like "hey your cool wanna join our gang?" And Ryan said yeah so he was in a biker gang when he was 7. They didn't actually do anything they just rode around and looked scary and Ryan doesn't know how to ride a motorcycle nor is he allowed but he's still a member and has his own bandanna all the gang members have. The gang thing is never important it's just a little joke to make Ryan seem tough.

Speaking of which Ryan is constantly trying to look tough. Ryan grew up in Compton in the 90's so he's constantly surrounded by crime so he tried to be as intimidating as possible and he is actually very intimidating. He's 5'11 and 180lbs, super aggressive with the knife skills to back it up and dresses in all black. He's already scary and 100% a true gangster qnd he doesn't need to pretend but he still has issues with intimacy and being nice. He's cold and apathetic all the time. He wishes he wasn't but he has a hard time finding things to be passionate about. The few things that do bring him joy include bread, horror and action movies, Sonic the Hedgehog, Transformers and exploring abandoned buildings. He's very shy about showing when he's actually happy (which is a shame because he has the cutest, sweetest nost amazing and gorgeous smile in the entire fukcing world.) The reason for his apathy is because he's got ASPD from all the abuse. Everyone says he puts the antisocial in antisocial personally disorder and they're right. His symptoms mostly include apathy, violent outbursts, recklessness and self degradation. Pretty much he's quiet and reserved and doesn't like people. He jas very little self confidence and doesn't care much for others unless he really knows them well and actually likes them. If he does consider someone a friend he's very protective and somewhat nice. It takes alot to deal with him but he's really a great friend.

Really he's an amazing guy who went through alot of traumatic shit and had been unfortunately fucked up by his shitty circumstances and has choosen to deal with it in the worst possible way: muder. Ryan absolutely loves to blame his problems on other people and for the most part he's right (it's not his fault he had to go through all that) however him choosing to kill people was 100% his thing and he can't really blame it on his childhood considering there's 100 different ways to deal with that stuff that don't involve killing people HOWEVER Ryan ignores that because he's a fucking seril killer and has no remorse for his victims. He is the epitome of "I love my garbage son who belongs in prison" because he does but he never gets caught.

There's two different ways Ryan's life goes and it depends on the fic I put him in. In the everyone lives one, he marries A and B and joins the mafia with them. He does repent for his crimes but has to live on a short leash (he can't have cash, he has to travel with A or someone qualified to babysit him, he has to keep his ID on him at all time ect.) Because the government doesn't want him to kill people anymore but wants to see if they can actually rehabilitate a fucking serial killer + A knows people *cough cough L* and will be very pissy if they put his boyfriend in prison. Ryan gets therapy and reconnects with his family and also he's set to die at like 87 here.This is the good ending.

In actual cannon, Ryan and B are friends with alot of homoerotic tension. Ryan and B are partners in crime for awhile but after B dies Ryan continues on with his life (Ryan is a massive crime buff and wants to be a forensic pathogist and that happens in both endings) but after awhile he decides life isn't worth living without B and goes on a full rampage through LA before writting an increasingly cryptic suicide note and slitting his own throat. He choose that method because in all his killings, he cut the vocal cords of his victims so they couldn't scream while he mutilated them (witch gave him the nick name the Silent Ripper, though he's more commonly the Los Angeles Ripper) but he'd usually end up slitting their throats in the process, so the most commom death for his victims drowning in their own blood, so he felt its how he should go out. This is clearly the bad ending.

Anyway yeah. There's him. If you want anything spicific please ask ms because once you tell me to write about my OCs suddenly I don't know them.

#my oc ryan

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Xavier Helping you escape Mr.Jingles wrath

Escaping

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requested by: @strangergeek

a/n: some shitty xavier writting for you guys again. i tried my very best though xox

warnings: cussing

“i’m gonna go out for a smoke,” you say as you put on your jacket, “will you idiots survive without montana and i?”

montana said she was going to the lake to freshen up and like 2 minutes after, trevor decided to go for a walk and everyone knew what that meant.

“we have brooke don’t we?” ray smirks making brooke roll her eyes.

you walk over to the boys who were sitting on the couch, “brooke is scared shitless and you three better behave yourselves.”

“not to worry babe. i only misbehave with you.” xavier says in that cocky tone of his. you weren’t sure at what point in time you’d gotten used to it but you did.

you lean down and whisper, “you wish.” in his ear and pat his shoulder.

“that hurt my feelings!”

you roll your eyes at him as you made your way over to brooke. she was sitting on the bed, knees glued to her chest, and eyes looking out the window.

see not too long ago brooke had come running back to the cabin, covered in mud from head to toe and claiming she’d been followed and almost attacked by mr jingles. she was still a little shaken up. you didn’t know if to believe her or not, the others certainly didn’t but you still felt bad for her.

“hey,” you gently place your hand on brooke shoulder, making her jump, “sorry. didn’t mean to scare you.”

she shrugs her shoulders, “is fine.”

“listen i’m gonna be right outside if you need anything or if these three idiots get too much to handle okay?”

you could tell brooke just wanted to be alone but she still flashed you a smile and told you she would be okay. you then wasted no time and went out the back door.

you hated summer weather, hot yet humid. probably the worst combination. you didn’t even want to come to this stupid camp, it took montana a good hour to convince you. something about being stuck in the same place with xavier for the whole summer didn’t exactly send chills down your spine from excitement. is not that you hated him, that wasn’t the case at all… him being so oblivious to your true feelings about him is what annoyed you. montana knew, ray knew, chet knew- even brooke suspected when you first met and yet with xavier? nothing. not that you thought him knowing would change anything, this is xavier plympton we’re talking about. flirted with almost anything that moved, could make a job out of it.

you were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t even notice it had started drizzling.

“of course.” you say under your breath. annoyed at the weather. you couldn’t even smoke in peace, you thought to yourself.

you went to put the lighter back in your pocket and that’s when it from drizzling to pouring rain in a matter of seconds. no time was wasted until there was thunder and lightning lighting up the dark sky.

“shit!” you jump at the shock of white covering the sky, “now where the fuck am i supposed to go?”

you were a little far from the cabin, you notice you were close to where they stored the canoes. so you ran as fast as you could for shelter. once safe, at least from the rain you thought, you thought you’d try having a smoke again. you went to grab the lighter from your pocket and to your surprise it wasn’t there anymore. you swore this was the worst night of your life.

“just wanted one smoke! one!” you yell in frustration as you sat down on the crooked wooden floor.

and that’s when you heard it. screams. or at least what you thought were screams. when you stood up and walked closer to the window, you could see the cabin where your friends were. you couldn’t see them quite clearly but you knew something wasn’t right. there was a very tall and dark figure walking around the cabin, you didn’t know what to do. you didn’t even know what was happening.

suddenly you heard what you thought were footsteps coming from behind you. now that sent shivers down your spine.

“h-hello?” you whisper, slowly turning around, “who’s there?”

when failing to get a response you turned back around to look out the window and the dark, tall figure was nowhere to be seen. you thought that if you made it out alive tonight that you’d murder montana for dragging your ass to this camp.

before you could do anything else, a hand covered your mouth. your muffled screams almost echoed around the cabin, “calm down! it’s me. it’s xavier.”

you elbow him in the chest quickly getting out of his grip, “what the fuck, xavier?!” you whisper, “who creeps up on someone-”

blood. the sight of blood stopped your words. there was blood on his clothes.

“who’s blood is that?” you point to his jacket, “xavier who’s blood is that?!”

he kept shushing you which only made you grow more anxious.

“its chet’s,” he says, “we were attacked.”

oh yeah. this was definitely the worst night of your life.

“attacked? by who?!” and that’s when you heard it. the sound of key’s jingling from afar. “mr jingles.” you say.

xavier grabbed your hand and led you to hide in the back of a canoe. you were covering your mouth so your cries weren’t heard. this was it, you thought yourself. not only were you going to die, you were going to die with xavier. xavier fucking plympton.

“you know this would be that part of the movie where the boy and the girl confess their feelings for each other before the masked killer slashes their throats.”

you knew xavier was just trying to light up the horrifying mood, but you still couldn’t believe he was cracking jokes at this time. especially with

“are you serious!?” you whisper, “now’s not the time to get romantic, xavier.”

he raises an eyebrow at you, “there’s always time for a little romance.”

you look at him. not believing the words coming out of his mouth. had he hit his head? you asked yourself.

“you have chet’s blood all over you,” you say motioning to his jacket, “and soon it will be our blood all over this goddamn cabin so please spare me of whatever flirtatious comments you have floating around in your head.”

the sound of the keys jingling only kept got louder and closer. you were sure if you made it out of alive that you’ll never hear that sound the same ever again. his footsteps were heavy, you could’ve sworn the wooden floor shook with every step. you couldn’t believe you were about to die with the guy you’ve pinning over for months now and he will never know.

you felt mr jingles getting closer and it only made your heart beat faster. you look at xavier and there were tears streaming down his face yet he still tried to keep a strong front so you wouldn’t be as scared.

you took his hand in yours, which was shaking, “it’s okay.” you mouthed.

suddenly you heard fast paced footsteps outside the cabin. you and xavier look at each other confused, not knowing if mr jingles had left or if those footsteps belonged to someone else.

“i’ll look.” xavier whispers as he crouches and looks over the canoe, “i think he left.”

you shook your head no, “i’m not moving. i-i i can’t go out there.”

“yn, hey,” you look at him, how the fuck is he still so pretty even in a life or death situation? you thought to yourself, “i wouldn’t let anything happen to you but i’m sure if we stay here it won’t be pretty.”

you had no choice but to agree. slowly getting yourself up, you both look around making sure it was actually safe.

you sigh, “this is like the really fucked up version of how i imagined this summer going,” you confess, “like i imagined you somehow convincing me into having a quickie with you somewhere but i definitely did not imagine us together like this in a life or death situation!”

xavier laughed, “a quickie?” you look at him with your arms crossed, “i’m just saying you could’ve just let me know.”

“you flirt with literally every living thing on the planet! how am i supposed to be serious with you?” he was about to say something but you cut him off, “let’s just go. suddenly i do wanna get out of here.”

“i say we make a run for it and go straight to the cabin.” xavier suggests.

“i swear if we make it out alive i’m kicking montana’s ass.”

“let’s go.” xavier grabs your hand and the two of you go out in the pouring rain. you remember you dropped your lighter earlier and stopped your tracks.

you crouch trying to see if you could spot it.

“y/n, babe, this isn’t really the time for whatever the hell you’re doing!” xavier tries to grab your arm and pull up.

you groan, “it’s my mom’s lighter! i lost it before that jingling freak almost killed us up there.” you explained.

“xavier? y/n?!” you look up and you see montana and trevor running towards you. “what the fuck happened to you?”

xavier scoffs, “mr jingles happened! he attacked ray, chet, and i at the cabin then i went out to look for y/n and somehow we survived.”

“not mr jingles. it was locals,” trevor states, “we were followed by two of them dressed exactly like jingles.”

xavier pointed to his clothes, “this is chet’s blood. i doubt locals would go as far as stabbing us for a prank!”

“great so we have locals dressed as mr jingles and the real mr jingles roaming around this god forsaken camp!” you yell as you stand up, “and on top of all of that, i lost my mom’s favorite lighter.”

“wait,” montana starts, “were you two alone up there?” she points at you and xavier and you both nod, “please tell me at least the fear of death had you fucking each other’s brains out like we all know you secretly want to.”

xavier shook his head no, “none of that but she did confess she wanted to have a quickie with me so is a start.”

“i hate... all of you.” you start walking away, “this is the last time either of you drag me to some sketchy ass camp.”

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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no one can do you, the way that I do (branjie) - holtzmanns

It isn’t a complicated arrangement.

They both have needs, after all. More than any girls on the side are able to take care of, no matter how many numbers they slip to patrons of the bar.

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AN: You can blame Writ for this one. Writing this was a shit ton of fun, and I hope it’s just as enjoyable to read. Thank you Writ (who else?) for betaing and being great <3 Title from Cockiness by Rihanna.

It isn’t a complicated arrangement.

They both have needs, after all. More than any girls on the side are able to take care of, no matter how many numbers they slip to patrons of the bar.

Brooke’s neck is aching while she wipes down the counters, a crick that just won’t go away as her and Vanessa set about cleaning up early, so that they can leave faster. It’s approaching two a.m., and the bar is dead. Maybe it’s the post holiday season hangover, where people prefer to stay at home with their shitty presents and stomachs too full of turkey. But there hasn’t been anyone in over an hour, and she’s getting restless. The cleaning is only a distraction for so long, from the way her mind is whizzing and how the stiffness in her bones never seems to disappear.

Vanessa drops a stack of glasses over the area Brooke’s just wiped down, grinning when Brooke lets out a grunt. She lifts herself over the bar counter to the other side, Brooke’s side, so that she can wash them out.

“Gonna have to wipe that down again, thanks for that.” So maybe Brooke’s scowling more than usual. The slight irritation, the itchiness under her skin on days like this, where all the zooming thoughts in her brain turn into pent up energy, usually get taken out on whoever is in front of her.

Not that Vanessa seems to mind from the way she turns around, winks from her place in front of the sink. “Sorry, mama. Good thing you so good with that dish rag.”

Brooke rolls her eyes but wipes down the counter again nonetheless, the rings from condensation from the glasses disappearing underneath the cloth. She doesn’t know why she’s so restless today, why the repetitive task of closing up the bar isn’t as relaxing to her brain as it usually is.

“Are you gonna tally up the register, or should I?” Brooke throws the question over her shoulder when Vanessa shuts the faucet off, but is met with silence. She’s about to grumble, ask it again when she feels a warmth behind her, fingers that tug on her belt loops and turn her around.

Vanessa’s eyes are lit up in the way that they always are when she’s feeling a little mischievous. Brooke sees the look often - when Vanessa wants to mess with her friends who come visit when she’s on shift, or when she’s on the phone with their boss. When she wants to proposition Brooke for some action behind the counter, no strings attached, action that usually makes them both feel a bit better.

Today, it seems to be the latter.

“You mighty shifty today.” Vanessa’s side is pressing against Brooke’s hip bone, her knee inching its way in between Brooke’s thigh.

Being boxed in by Vanessa shouldn’t be possible, given their height difference, but the feeling is there nonetheless. The light scent of Vanessa’s perfume lingers in the air above them, a look on her face that Brooke can’t pull away from if she tried.

“So?” Sure, they’ve cleaned up the bar, but it’s technically still open, at least for fifteen more minutes. Before they’re allowed to trudge home in the ankle deep snow. Brooke can’t help the way her gaze flits to the door, waiting for anyone to walk by.

“All the nervous energy, you like a spooked horse.” Vanessa says it with a grin on her face and Brooke can’t help but snort.

“Aren’t you a poet?”

“Shut up.” Vanessa tugs on her belt loop a second time, lifts Brooke’s hips slightly away from the counter. “Now do you wanna fix that problem, or…? I mean, I’m here. And happen to be wearing those panties that you like so much, it’s a shame you may not even want to see them today-”

Brooke flips their positions around before Vanessa gets a chance to finish her teasing sentence, reveling in the slight oh that Vanessa lets out when her lower back hits the counter. Her eyes are wider now, but expectant, excited. As if she knows exactly what is coming next.

They both do.

Sometimes Brooke wonders, when she sees Vanessa mixing drinks and joking around with customers on the other side of the bar, what it would be like. If they were actually together, anything more than a casual fuck every now and then. But then she sees the way Vanessa’s face lights up when she laughs, the soft look that her eyes get every now and then.

She doesn’t want to ruin it. So, this is better.

Brooke still gets to pull reactions out of Vanessa. Like when she tilts Vanessa’s face up with two fingers underneath her chin, sees the way her eyes widen and hears her breath hitch. A breath Brooke captures when she leans down and covers Vanessa’s lips in a kiss, leaving a gentle bite on her bottom lip that she soothes over with her tongue.

It doesn’t take Vanessa long to become putty in Brooke’s hands, never does. Vanessa’s grip laxes, her body pliant under Brooke’s touch when Brooke cups her face with both hands, puts a knee in between her legs. Lets Vanessa grind down on it for a second, just a second, before pulling back.

“You tryna get yourself off and ruin those panties before I get to see ‘em?” Brooke punctuates the sentence with a nip at Vanessa’s ear, a kiss at her jaw and the way Vanessa gasps and squirms is something that Brooke files away for the nights that she’s alone in bed, or in the shower, when her hand inevitably travels between her legs.

Memories to relive, after all.

“No, I-” Vanessa’s reply cuts off in a moan when Brooke palms her tits, just the way she knows that Vanessa likes it.

Months and months of hooking up have lead Brooke to understand Vanessa’s body, finding out exactly what makes her tick, which spots make her gasp and her breath hitch. Brooke loves mapping Vanessa out even though she already knows her body like the back of her hand, and could never forget it even if she wanted to.

Brooke traces her thumb over Vanessa’s nipple, feeling the way it hardens through her bra and t-shirt. She loves the way Vanessa’s tit fits in her hand, the way Vanessa’s small frame is easy to wrap her arms around, to overpower. Vanessa fits up against her like they’re two gears inside of a clock, ticking down to the moment they’ll have to tug their clothes back on, bid goodbye for the night, only to do it yet again on another late-night shift.

Brooke doesn’t want it to change, ever.

Brooke drags her other hand down Vanessa’s spine, down to the small of her back, and pulls her flush against her. She can’t stop herself, really, from grinding her hips up against Vanessa’s, feeling the way the buttons on both of their jeans clink up against each other. It’s too hot, too restricting, and Brooke wants to strip them both-

But they’re also behind the counter at a bar with floor to ceiling glass windows.

So the clothes, as usual, have to stay on.

Mostly.

Vanessa lets out a soft whine under her breath, one that, when coupled with the slight pout of her lips and the quick rise and fall of her chest, makes Brooke understand exactly what’s going on.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Brooke knows that the corner of her own lip is curling up into a bit of a smirk, and she can’t help it, really, when Vanessa is so easy. When undoing her is as simple as falling asleep, when it’s something she wishes she could do forever.

“You wanna tell me?” Brooke traces her hand underneath Vanessa’s shirt, couples it with kisses along her neck, knowing that Vanessa is damn well having trouble forming words, the way she always does.

The way to get Vanessa to be truly quiet is something that only Brooke can do, getting her all worked up against the counter. Something she loves to employ after a particularly noisy shift.

“I-” Vanessa’s eyes flutter when Brooke spans her fingers along her side, dragging them down, feeling the shudder of her body beneath them. “You know.”

“Do I, though?” Brooke unbuttons Vanessa’s jeans when her hips get particularly twitchy, pushing up against Brooke on their own volition, as if Vanessa isn’t in control of any part of her body anymore.

She knows that Vanessa is short enough that it won’t show over the counter, never does, so she tugs down on her belt loops, letting the jeans bunch above Vanessa’s knees. The pale blue lace that is revealed against Vanessa’s skin is exquisite, a sight that makes Brooke’s mouth water more than she wants to admit.

Brooke traces her fingers along Vanessa’s waistband, slowing her pace down just to see the way that it makes Vanessa twitch, whine. Vanessa’s hands are resting against the counter, and Brooke would hedge a bet that they’re the only reason she’s still on her feet and standing. Vanessa tries to squeeze her legs together but Brooke pushes on them gently, keeping them apart.

“Hey, none of that.” The words are murmured by Vanessa’s ear, breath light and hot on her skin, a contrast from the way she shivers.

Brooke moves her fingers from Vanessa’s waistband to the fabric along the insides of Vanessa’s thigh, keeping her touch light, so close and yet so far from where Vanessa wants it. Brooke could easily just tug her panties down, fuck her fast but…she likes this part. The journey, the delicate balance that exists between them, that Vanessa lets her keep. Because Vanessa enjoys it just as much.

“C’mon, B.” The slight tug in Vanessa’s voice, the slight pout on her lips almost makes Brooke laugh.

“So whiny. If you want it, you have to be patient, yeah? Or,” Brooke takes an incremental step back for a second, pulling away and Vanessa gasps, “we don’t have to do this. I can leave you to take care of yourself the way you want to.”

“No, no, I’ll be good, I’ll be patient.” Vanessa reaches out for her, and Brooke grabs her hands, presses them back up against the counter where they should be.

“Good.”

It’s interesting, the way doing this to Vanessa never fails at calming Brooke down, wiping her thoughts clean. It’s almost as if her energy shifts over to Vanessa, as she gets worked up and restless and almost as if she needs Brooke up against her to survive.

Brooke loves it.

Vanessa spreads her legs apart a little bit more - enough that Brooke notices, sees the unspoken invitation. She doesn’t go back to tracing along Vanessa’s panties; instead, she cups her right through the fabric. The wetness she can already feel soaking through is enough to make arousal curl in Brooke’s own stomach, as is the little gasp that Vanessa lets out at the contact.

Vanessa knows better than to grind down onto Brooke’s hand, something that Brooke can see from her face and the way she’s biting her own lip. But Brooke doesn’t leave Vanessa to suffer for too long, moving her palm slightly against the fabric, watching her face and the way her lips form an ‘o’.

“So beautiful, baby, all in this lace. Looks so good under your leather jacket, you know that? All soft underneath that exterior.” Brooke lets the words fall from her lips like velvet, punctuates them with kisses along Vanessa’s collarbone, then down her sternum.

Vanessa doesn’t respond save for a breathless moan and a twitch of her hips. It’s the perfect opportunity for Brooke to slowly crouch down, get on her knees, dragging her free hand down Vanessa’s sides, down her thighs. Sure, the stickiness of the bar floor is catching on Brooke’s knees while her boots are pinching at her toes, but it’s worth it, worth every second of seeing Vanessa’s eyes widen, her grip trembling on the counter.

“I almost don’t want to take them off.” Brooke whispers the words up close against Vanessa’s cunt, her ruined panties a flimsy barrier between them.

Vanessa’s about to protest when Brooke drags one finger along the fabric over her already swollen clit, and the way that Vanessa gasps makes Brooke want to keep it going forever.

“Push your legs apart a little bit more, baby, there.” Vanessa’s jeans are still bunched up by her knees, but it doesn’t matter. Brooke doesn’t need much space to work with.

Brooke traces her finger along Vanessa’s swollen lips one, two times before pushing the fabric to one side, revealing her cunt that’s already dripping and making Brooke’s heart beat a little bit faster, knowing that she’s the one behind it. She places a light kiss on Vanessa’s inner thigh before pulling back, looking up at her.

“Mouth or fingers?”

Except that Vanessa doesn’t even seem to hear her, from the way her eyes are hooded, the way her chest is rising and falling. The way her hips unconsciously push towards Brooke when Brooke pulls back.

“Both it is, then.”

Brooke doesn’t care about the makeup on her face, the hair that she’s tucked behind her ears when she busies herself between Vanessa’s legs. When the light, teasing strokes make Vanessa whine, want more, twitch up against Brooke when her tongue drags over everywhere except where Vanessa wants it to.

Brooke pushes her tongue into her entrance just slightly, just enough to make Vanessa whimper for more. She pulls back, looking up at Vanessa, who’s about to protest, brow furrowed, and drags her tongue up and along her own fingers.

“You ready, baby?”

Vanessa’s eyes darken when she nods and whines out a short please, all protests gone from her lips when Brooke teases her fingers at Vanessa’s entrance, easing one in and curling it up just so.

“So polite now.”

Sure, Brooke likes it when girls take her apart, when they make her cry out their names. When she’s a mess on the bed because of what someone else has done to her. But Brooke also likes being the one to make it happen, especially if it’s Vanessa. Seeing Vanessa’s eyes flutter when Brooke curls her finger up, feeling the way she’s squeezing around her. The way she gasps when Brooke adds another finger, speeds up, her knuckles white as they grip the edge of the counter.

Brooke wants to take Vanessa apart forever.

She keeps up the motions of her fingers, the sounds from Vanessa’s cunt echoing around the empty bar, reminders of what they’re doing in front of any passerby that could walk past, before bringing her tongue back to circle around her clit, so in need of attention. The noise that Vanessa lets out when Brooke makes tight circles with her tongue, as fast as the movements of her fingers, imprints itself on Brooke’s brain.

“I-I-fuck,” Vanessa’s gasping, tightening around her fingers and Brooke doesn’t slow down, the words encouraging her to keep going because Vanessa’s the most beautiful when she’s like this. All disinhibited and unable to stop her reactions and feeling too much, though still cautious about burying her fingers in Brooke’s hair.

Vanessa’s the perfect person to play with, teasing her enough but also knowing what buttons not to push. Letting Brooke be in charge, letting her dictate the pace of their nights like this.

“Please, Brooke, please-”

Vanessa shudders around her, her hips twitching against the counter and Brooke knows that she’s so close, teetering over the edge, her muscles pulled taut and ready to snap. So Brooke picks up her speed, twisting her wrist just a little, just the way Vanessa likes it, until the other woman lets out a scream so loud that Brooke’s sure the neighbouring bars have heard it.

“Shit, I’m…”

Vanessa’s breathless, sucking in air, her legs shaking. Brooke’s fingers are still inside her, her tongue still against her clit, and she licks up slowly, very slowly, but enough that it makes Vanessa mewl, tremble some more.

It’s a pity, really, when Brooke has to pull back, wipe the wetness of her fingers on the insides of Vanessa’s thighs. She stands up and towers over Vanessa again, and Vanessa’s looking up at her out of breath still, the slightly parted lips betraying the way she’s unable to form words anymore.

Brooke tilts Vanessa’s chin up again, turns her jaw slightly to the side. The marks left there are light, not too bad, but she knows Vanessa’s going to be cursing her out tomorrow morning when she looks in the mirror. She has to hold back a smirk at the thought.

“Shit, bitch, you outdid yourself.” Vanessa lets out a small laugh as she says it, almost incredulous, as if Brooke doesn’t reduce her to an incoherent mess every time.

Not that Brooke minds, because the messy haired, smudged makeup, post sex version of Vanessa is a sight to behold, one that she loves creating.

Brooke fixes Vanessa’s panties, tugs her pants back up and re-fastens their buttons. Puts her back together and runs her fingers through the tangles in her hair. “There. You look almost presentable.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Vanessa snorts, trailing her fingers up inside Brooke’s shirt, along the sides of her ribs. “My turn to repay the favour.”

Just how Brooke likes it.

“Get to it, then.”

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #lesbian au #smut #holtzmanns

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shawnies-rihno-blog · 5 years

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Avoiding Commitment

A/n: I love this one so much. Its probably gonna be like a mini series. Thank you for reading!!

Also listen to “Girls love Beyoncé” by drake. That what inspired this!!! It sets the mood and all!!!

Where Alisha likes to play around with boys, Shawn is one of them. Both of them avoiding commitment. Though he gets intrigued by her and ends up asking her to stop ‘playing around.’ She does, but this time Shawn ends up playing her.

WC: 1.6k

Warnings: Cussing, talking about sex??

Enjoy!!

Alisha had Shawn wrapped around her finger. It was supposed to be a one time thing, meet at a bar in Toronto, spend the night together, and then forget the other existed. Alisha was used to boys like Shawn, who got clingy, but Shawn knew he wasn’t one of those boys. He was a man, he was never the one to be hung up on a one night stand.

Whenever Shawn was in town, he always saw Alisha at the bar, around other men. Well boys. Shawn wasn’t jealous, he was just curious, he wanted to know why everyone got so hung up on her. Did she mix something in their drink? He couldn’t stop thinking about her, it wasn’t sex, it was something else about her -not that the sex was bad.

One night he took her back to his apartment, again. The sex was amazing, but he had amazing sex before. Sure Alisha was mind blowing, but Shawn couldn’t pinpoint what was mind blowing about her, her body or her personality.

That night though, he got her number. For casual fucks whenever he was in town. Shawn knew it was just for casual fucks, he was too busy for commitment. No actually, he was scared of getting fucked over by a girl like Alisha, he knew he was playing with fire but for some reason he couldn’t stop.

Alisha on the other hand didn’t even think about him that much, he was just another pretty, rich, fuckboy looking -but too soft to be one, boy. A boy, definitely not a man. Alisha had her fair share of men, Shawn wasn’t one. All the guys she was “with” were boys. None of them had half the guts to be a man.

Alisha gave up on the whole relationship thing a long time ago, she wasn’t as bad as she looked, she just played around now. Committing had fucked her up many times, after her last relationship she gave up on ‘commitment’ so she thought it would be better to have her play toys. Some would call her a whore, but she couldn’t care less, those people were stuck in their captivity of negativity.

Alisha was heavily making out with a guy that took her home, she knew it wasn’t going to be more than making out, he wasn’t enough for her. She knows she’s being cocky, but she wasn’t going to give herself up that easily. Her phone starts ringing, she pulls away trying to answer her phone, but the guy is too desperate and starts kissing her again. She pulls away again when her phone started ringing again. The guy now leaving sloppy kisses down her neck. She pulls her phone out of her butt pocket. Pretty Boy.

She’s confused for a second, who the hell could be pretty boy? Oh. She answers.

“Hi.” He exhales.

“Why’d you call?”

“I wanted to talk to you.” He replies with a shaky voice.

Alisha gets up from that guy’s lap. She forgot his name. Oops.

“I jus-” Shawn stops talking when he hears another man’s voice in the background.

“Why are you leaving?” She hears the guy growl, she grabs her bag and leaves, accidentally slamming the door. She winces for a second, forgetting about the pretty boy on the other end, until she hears shuffling.

“So you called?”

“Oh yea… I accidentally dialed your number. M’sorry.”

Alisha pulls away the phone from her ear, rolling her eyes at him.

“Does he think I’m some kind of fucking idiot!” Shawn hears her say, and then the line cuts.

Shawn sighs and tries sleeping on the bus. He doesn’t sleep all night though, he blames it on the shitty roads, even though that was far from the truth. He knew that. Good thing he didn’t have a show the next day.

For the first time Alisha actually spent the night thinking about a boy -after a very long time anyways. Why would he call anyway? So I could help him jerk off?, She thought. It wasn’t normal for her to think about boys. -At least the ones she was fucking.

It’s 2 am when she decides to call Shawn, asking him why he really called. It was cliche and very unlike her, but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted to know why. Though, she would be a little disappointed if he called her so she can just help him jerk off.

She is about to end the call after 3 rings, already regretting the call, but he picks up.

“...Hey?” He questions.

“I- uh-” She stops herself from speaking when she hears a voice in the background. A voice that belonged to a girl. Well, she was right, he probably found a girl to help him out.

“You called?” Shawn questions again.

“Well technically you called me first, i’m just calling back.” She states.

“Well isn’t it awfully late to call back?” Shawn says harshly. “It’s been about 4 hours, since I last called,” he continues.

“Well I-” She’s cut off.

“Are you done with that guy you went home with, and now you’re bored, so you decided to call me.” Shawn says bitterly.

“What? I just called cus’ you called me and it seemed like you had something to say. So I thought why not call you back.” She’s truly confused.

“Oh so you didn’t call me, cus’ you were awfully bored, and thought why not call your toy. You couldn’t even say my name in front of that dude,” he continues.

“What the hell is your problem? I called you because I genuinely wanted to know why you called. Plus you thinking I would call you cus’ I’m bored, you are so fuckin’ wrong. I would never call a rookie to entertain me. I have better options. Much better options.”

She couldn’t care if she offended him, he went there in the first place. He practically begged to be her toy, and then he decided to add his number on her phone. What a hypocritical rich boy.

She ends the call, and goes to bed. She wishes she was in her fiance’s arms right now. The only guy who actually understood her. She meant her dead fiance. She hadn’t thought about him in awhile, well no, she thought about him everyday, correction, she hadn’t begged that she died in that car crash instead of him, in a very very long time.

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She woke up in the morning with puffy eyes, good thing it was the weekend. She didn’t have work. She headed to the bathroom, before checking her phone, it was a habit, for which her fiance always bothered her for. But she always told him bad breath makes her want to puke. He only knew that.

She headed to the kitchen and fried herself some eggs with bacon. After finishing up her breakfast and catching up on the news, she put her dishes in the dishwasher and headed to go take a shower.

When she got out, after moisturizing herself and doing all the other stuff girls do, she grabbed her phone to see a text from Pretty boy.

Pretty boy: Look i’m sorry, i shouldntve said that but it still doesn’t change the fact that i feel like your play toy. And u just use me when u need too.

First of all, what the fuck is ‘shouldntve,’ Did he not graduate highschool? What a hypocrite. He uses me and then says I use him???

Pretty boy: Also i am good! Infact im amazing! You just dont know what amazing feels like!!!! I’m a pro not a rookie.

She snorts at his second text. He really said that. He wasn’t bad, she just said that to make him feel horrible, and she guesses she succeeded.

She replies with a “K,” and not long after her reply, her phone starts ringing. She picks up already knowing who it is.

“How dare you not reply to me all night, and then reply with a k?!” Pretty boy exclaims on the other end.

“Oh what can I say? I guess I was too busy fucking a guy last night, and then this morning another one came over, so I had to reply to u quickly cus’ I had to go suck him off.” She says rolling her eyes.

“Oh.”

“Okay well I’m gonna go now, cus’ another one is coming. I’m gonna suck him off too. Y’know me and my whorey ways have to be prepared.”

“What’s your problem?”

She laughs, it isn’t a chuckle, it’s a laugh, it’s loud and it lasts about 15 seconds. Shawn truly confused on the other end, not knowing what he did to make her laugh that hard. He couldn’t lie to himself though, she had a cute laugh.

“Can I ask you the same question?” she says genuinely.

He ignores her and says, “You think you’re so great right? Well don’t sleep with anyone else until I come back to Toronto.”

“So you wanna dictate me now too?” she questions jokingly.

“I’m serious, don’t sleep with other men. You think you are some next Angelina Jolie, so let's see if you can even go without sleeping around for like 2 weeks.”

“Oh pretty boy, I don’t think i’m Angelina Jolie, cus’ I’m Alisha Bianchi, and there’s only one of me.”

“What boy?”

“I’ll prove you wrong, but I need something in return.”

“You have me, you don’t need anything else.”

“Oh really, well then i better memorize your name, cus’ i don’t know it yet.”

Oh was he offended. He just wanted to smack her on the face -well preferably her ass. He would never say that out loud. It was wrong, but she was pissing him off, alot.

“It’s Shawn.”

“Oh right. Now i remember. Well then, Shawn, you better be ready for this ride, cus’ you just signed up for hell.” She chimes.

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Even though alot of you wanted Ready for Me, i ended up writting this, cuz i was listening to my homeboy Drake’s new album and this just clicked. Anyways I hope you liked it. I cant wait to write part 2 like literally. If you wanna request keep requesting. I also am working on a kind of smutty request. Its actually hilarious. I can’t wait to share it with you!!! THANK YOUUUU for reading and liking it!! x

#shawn mendes #Shawn Mendes Imagine #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes masterlist #fanfiction

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http-iria · 7 years

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Well, Hello there.

This post is really personal and I’m writting here because I know all of my friends are not on this website anymore and I hope they won’t see it.

The reason I am actually writting this, is because I admit to myself that I have a mental problem and I should go check a doctor.

The past year was a living actual hell for me. I don’t like when I talk about it like “oh look at me, i’ve been through SO MUCH SHIT”. That’s why I don’t. But things have actually getting worse and worse and I need to get some stuff out of my chest and talk to someone.

So 2016, started with a simple rejection for the person I liked. It kinda made me really sad and mad because she never gave me a clear answer and I had to convice myself that all the skinship was shit in my head and nothing more than a friendly one. I kinda get over it and I went into a relationship with the first person I felt comftarble with and listened to me. That person was forteen years older than me. Don’t misunderstand this, I’m a legal adult and he’s a great guy, but the age gap was huge and we could not get along really well because he didn’t gave me what I wanted like safety and some understanding or the attention I wanted it. So started to become really annoyed. We broke up but that comes later on. To keep up with the story, I was in group, dance group. We really get and didn’t get along well, we had a huge fight and a month before the contest we were getting ready to take part to, we broke apart. It was messy, it had a lot of crying and cat-fighting and shit like this. The summer later on, it was like hell. We were still on tention, some of us wanted to keep going to the group, but at the same time we were too scared because things went public to our community of people and we didn’t know what they were talking about or whatever. I was scared af. I didn’t wanna go to the parties, but I did anyway, because, “who are they to ruin everything?”. So I kept going even if I was anxious and stressed af, just to show people that pfft, whatever idontgiveashit.

Well, later on things probably got worse... My father, who went away when I was 17 and happens to be violent and alchoholic, whould came back to my city. So I was getting more and more stressed that he whould hurt my mom. That’s what he could keep telling me. Actually, to use his exact words “kill that whore”. So yeah, he came.

But before that, I lost my job. It was a nice job. Too bad I lost it but I was an asshole and when you are an asshole you get shitty things happen to you.

Back to my father he came back and he assaulted me, thank god I told my mother to leave home and she did it so she didn’t find her. He was drunk and he broke everything in the house. Everything, he hit me one time. I cried begging for him to stop, tried to calm him down, but nothing. Later on, my big brother came and took him away. I was in shock. My home, the place I grew up was ruined. I wanted to get out of there anyway, but I had good memories too inside that house. I was acting like there was no big deal, even laughed about it. “hey now I’ve got a summer house” but it was not funny, I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t know what I should do. I left, I went to a friends house. I wanted time to get away and she’s my safe place. It was so nice. It’s out of town and things are more quite. No screaming, no yelling, no breaking things. Just me and my friends. Me and my bff at a car listening to our favorite group. It was great.

Coming back from that, my ex calls me. Well, I was shocked. Because I missed him so damn much. We met and well.. I had sex. Did I tell you I was still with my way older boyfriend in all this? No? Ok. Well, I cheated on him. I don’t regret it to be honest, I broke up with him the next day. And here comes the lovers thing. I wanted to get back with my ex, but I also liked that guy from my community and I didn’t know what to actually do... I asked him to be with him together. After one month of cheating on his long distance relationship with me, he broke up with her and said no to me. We had our fights, but we’re still good friends.

Then I have crush on this guy, who is a great guy btw.. But, he likes someone else? By the time, I get to accept to myself that I like him really much, I get to see him more than ever. He got enlisted and never talked to him about my feelings. I don’t think I will. This kind of stuff is stupid.

I also have my mother. Who keeps on telling me to find a job, went and rent an apartment without me having a job to pay for it. (it’s for me) and maked me stressful in general. Thanks mom.

These days, I’m more sad than ever. I cried because my mother yelled at me. I am crying because of everything. It’s not hormones or something like that. I’ve thinking about killing myself. There I said it. I say I’d love to kill myself and I get more and more okay with the idea. Well, you could say “Oh why don’t you talk to a friend or something” Well, I have actually no one. One of my best friends, kinda, ignored me and the other one yelled at me when I said “I’d prefer to live in a zombie apocalypse, things whould be easier” I don’t wanna talk to people who whould yell at me because I am not okay. Also, I don’t wanna talk to someone close to me, because it’s my fucking problem. And I want to deal with. I’m doing the best I can. I’m dead serious. I’m trying so hard. So fucking hard to be okay. So hard to laugh and act like I have fun. It’s so hard. But I have to try. But ignoring the problem doesn’t make it dissapear, it’s true. Hoping that now that I unknowledged its existence will be better.

If you read this, Thank you.

#personal

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xottzot · 7 years

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2017-4(APR)-20-Thursday.

This is what it's like for an ordinary trypical day in this hellhole....

Yesterday, (Wednesday) I was so exhausted, and in pain, that I went to bed. And when I got sleepy, I went to sleep because I have ben not having hardly any proper sleep....for well over a year now. (and for THAT I was actually accused of it all not being much of anything important.)

I went to bed exhausted.

But I woke up 1.5 hours later. I awoke from a nightmare, and into the nightmare reality of this shitty hellhole. I don't know what woke me, but often it's a shithead on a motorbike tearing about, registered, legal or not, it doesn't matter to them. And they go thru the pedestraian walkway then violentally and delineratly put on bursts of speed and fly loudly along the roads. -- Whenever they return this way, and they do so often to evade Police who canot get past the barriers put there to stop vehicles from going thru), they go thru the pedestrian walkway again and roar off.

Or it could have been poor Sam & Max. Both dogs also had bad nightmares. Sam was whining and upset in his slep a LOT. I tried to gently wake him but couldn't for quite some time. I always try to rescue them from nightmares. When he did awake, he sighed then breathed as if he had been running hard. He kept getting too hot and would constantly try sleeping in new sleeping positions on his back to cool off.

Then, later, it was Max who was having nightmares. He too was making a lot of noise in his sleep. And when he wasn't doing that, he has now developed a massively noisy 'snoring' for a dog. It's so loud that it almost sounds like growling. He's having a lot of trouble breathing.

But awake I was, and despite everything, I could NOT go back to sleep no matter what I did. -- And so I was laying there trying to get to sleep which I did not, and could not, achieve until the NEXT day (today) on Thursday sometime not long before dawn.

All overnight and well into Thursday it had been too-warm (despite a fan blowing straight upon me). It was too hot to get under the covers, then (later), still hot but too-cool not to be under some light cootton ones.

The only time the temperature became tolerable was when the cool-before-the-dawn period arrived. And that period has become shorter and shorted and closer and closer to actual dawn of each day.

Thunderstorms are (crystal ball gazing predicted) by the weather department for this area which they previously claimed were starting in a day or two. Then they changed them. Sorry no rain! But already the forecasts they published are already being changed again. The days of (maybe rain percentages) have diminished greatly, and some of the days they forecasted would have rain now are NOT going to have rain. This is common now for them and has been for quite some years. Nobody knows when it's ever going to actually rain until it actually really does rain. And then they have no idea how much rain is going to fall. - If they predict a LOT, then nothing can fall, if they predict fine weather, then it's liable to rain. But that's all completely unreliable too. You cannot just expect the reverse of any official forecast occuring in this hellhole. You cannot expect anything to be normal. - It's VERY dry here. Deathly dry. Plant life that's green is unusual. Quite often anything that's green is the result of residents responsibly and reservedly pouring on water to keep everything alive. Or at least upon things they cannot have dying, such as trees that supply desperate shade and slightly cooler air in more hotter periods.

And do you know what? - The official water department was on a crusade being very vicious upon anyone using water 'unwisely' in their views. - Somebody just decided by looking on a map, who should have what amount of water to have. And somebody decided purely by flat geographics, that this area should be using just as little water as wealthy places situated in more cooler areas of the local West Australian metropolitan areas. Just crazy. Ignoring the fact this hellhole is always hotter than even the town of Midland just 3kms away which they hold up as saying, "Hey, THEY use less water, so should you!"

Over the years Midland has progressd to being built-up and a sea of concrete and brick and roads nowadays, and it STILL is cooler than this helhole.

But it's useless trying to have them acknowledge fact. Blanket rules and blanket decisions are common. It's all almost deing proclaimed as being holy writ now to be obeyed or be sent to hell.

So despite the weather department previoulsy stating it was going to rain for several days in amounts that would have had Noah scurrying into his Ark, now the amounts are getting lower, and lower, and upon lesser and lesser days.

Some readers reading my plaintives, this may puff their chest up and bluster, "Hey, it's just weather! - You have to expect that!"

But honestly, weather forecasts have been for many years getting less and less accurate at the same time as more and more louldy shireking declaring that they ARE accurate.

It's hard to live when you expect rain, when rain has been declared definitely going to pour down and you should batten down the hatches, but then despite a dark cloud that might go by, or the sky becomng overcast with a lot of clouds, nothing of consequence rains down. Everything stays dry, is dead and dying.

AND......also, there are times when it DOES rain. And when it does rain, it can sometimes be crazily a helluva lot. Then there are NEWS stories about that as if covering a lottery winner. And everyone who suffers from that is told, "We need all the rain we can get, so stop your complaining!"

There is no certainty.

It's all the things that climate-disruption advocates have been stating long before it all became reality but they were not only ignored but also denigrated, ridiculed, and ostracised.

And crazily yet again, then comes along 'official' sanctioned measures admitting it 'might' be true, so its best to squeeze as much money out of any and everyone to pay for it all. Always money......never enough money they want......

And for those who are NOT rich, it becomes just another burden to carry for the sake of all including the filthy rich, who are constantly being portrayed as if everyone lived like them. Just more lies.

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Now.......getting back to myself in this hellhole......

I was awoken time and again VERY early in the morning by all manner of shit.

First up was the very loud resonating BANG! like somebody hitting the side of a metal truck with a sledgehammer. (I challenge anyone to sleep against THAT). - It sounded like it was a big metal tailgate banged of a big dumptruck going past my window, and as always, as so happens so consantly over the years on the small urban streets, it was moving fast so as to avoid being slowed down or stopped by children going to the nearby Koongamia School, of which they put in a manned road-crossing attendant carrying flags to stop traffic to let children (inlcuding small ones) to cross to the school.

What actually occurs is that there are a multitude of workers going to work and they do NOT want to be stopped at all by that. And as an addition, they also go to the Koongamia shops to get whatever they want for the day, even trifling stuff that so many ordinary people take with them to work such as lunch.

So BANG!, goes the truck, like two metal trucks reversing into each other at speed.

I'm smashed awake.

I try to lay and regain sleep. But it's impossible.

Next (as happens everyday), as if diesel big truck fumes aren't bad enough coming off of traffic and blanketting the area and into houses, along starts coming 4WD vehicles, diesel and petrol ones. More noise, more fumes.

And because people have been in SO much of a rush in the morning to get to the shop and buy their 'absolutely necessary' shit before rushing off to work, vehicle engines aren't even warmed-up.

They churn out terrible fumes. The vehicles (and drivers) sputter and cough. And the drivers do what they always do. They push the vehicles even harder to get them going causing it all to be louder and worse.

The truck going past earlier may have been going at such speed as it rounded corners, that whatever it had in the metal tray of its back, slid across and smashed into the metal side of the tray causing the loud BANG!. - Imagine standing next to a church bell with your ear close to it as a single hard strike is made upon the bell. It's THAT loud. But it's not a 'ring' but a massive BANG! - Like a sledgehammer hiting the side of a truck. - And the driver doesn't care.

Then it's the turn of 'responsible' vehicle owners, who have sedans or whatever. They are REALLY in a hurry because it's closer to them starting work and they would never-ever even leave 15 minutes earlier if it was to save their life, so they do what they always do, drive harder and faster so they can get to work and perhaps other travel connections (rail) further on.

Vehicles go thru their gears as if they're in a Grand Prix race making each gear peak at it's highest revs before changing to another gear. They drive manual vehicles you see for whatever reasons, and they love imagining themsleves in a race.

More noise, more fumes, more stink.

I'm forced to get up and out of bed. I'm in a LOT of pain.

As soon as I'm awake, Sam wakes up, shakes himself, and that wakes Max up. Then both Sam & Max are desperate to go outside despite only having been outside for ablutions a couple of hours before in total darkness before dawn. I did that so I might get some more sleep. But of course I am denied sleep.

I go outside into the backyard with them for safety, (theirs and mine). When finished, we returned back inside and they were fed their regular dry dog food. It's been later than they wanted to be fed, but I tried to achive some sleep and was penalised for trying to sleep, not by Sam & Max.

I went with Sam & Max outside again, carefully made sure all was well. Sam is limping. Max is frightened a LOT. Max came up to me and was trembling and shaking. Sam thought it was a game and he rushed over. Max started growling. I consoled Max and he was trembling a lot.

I took Sam & Max inside this hovel, left them safely there, and prepared to clean up their ablutions as usual. Responsibly.

The time was now around 9am, anyone who mormally would go to school, would go to school, but aboriginals NEVER GO TO SCHOOL. And today is no different to them.

A filthy (as always) barefoot aboriginal boy was standing by himself on the street corner. I think it's the one who goes around picking his nose and making a meal out of it.

He doesn't like to be seen, so he walks off to the usual escape route and highway for countless criminals, the pedestrian walkway. He lingers there and keeps looking all about, and behind him. It's as if there is a physical inertia of being watched and observed that directs him onward and he slinks away.

Quite often, Sam & Max detect these shitheads wandering about (at any time of the day or night they wander all about), and they often are doing shit in the streets, throwing stuff around, smashing stuff, yelling out, arguing, threatening, acting wildly crazy, and it upsets Sam & Max a great deal seeing or hearing shitheads that they want to tear apart. It's why I can never let dear Sam & Max out there anymore as dear Fliss and myself once always did and passersby would be happy to meet them and vice versa. - But no more, not since a year or so ago when aboriginal crime leapt up faster than a skyrocket in intensity here.

Since then this morning, others have been walking all about on the streets.

And there was an anonynous vehicle observing what was going on from a short distance. whomever was sitting observing in that vehicle, saw what they saw. - Just because there wasn't a riot in the streets (yes that's happend too in the past), doesn't mean anything.

More aboriginals started coming out of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD like a linked-sausage-making-machine, on foot or on bicycles and they start ranging all about just like they do every day especially on school days because they never ever go to any school.

And they start gravitating towards the shops areas. The car drives off and goes up to follow them at the shops area.......

Just another day.

Since then......a car ducks into the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD, just after a group of aboriginal adults walking on the roads has ambled back inside, and just as a group of wandering aboriginal criminal kids from there goes wandering about near the school area also sees the vehicle from their own vantage point. The criminal kids all pause, chatter amongst themselves, decide not to return there, and wander off elsewhere again. The car doesn't stay long. More vehicles have come and gone from there since, none of them staying long. It's like a bus station. More criminal abo kids sprout out on pushbikes and go off roaming. Now it's endless roamings times.....back and forth and thru and all around......

No yellings in the streets (yet)......but the next (almost like a printed schedule) will have those from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD wandering all out and going back and forth and forth and back to the shops area soon enough......

Just another day.

This all happens on school days or not. Whether schools are on holiday periods or not. It makes no difference to the aboriginals. There are no designated 'holiday days', not when there there is no going to school days at all. - Ever. - Every day is just another 'holiday'.

Every day is spent wandering all about.

There is none of the bullshit 'watching over them', as was a "West Australian" online news story bleated goes on about. --- No, these ones just forever wander about at will and are under no control. -- Just like the aboriginal toddler the other day sitting in the middle of the road.....all feral...all defiantly always feral......

I pity the newest neighbours (of 2 households) seeing and experiencing it all for themselves and having to put up with all of it. Never knowing who is going to be invading your property day or night at any time.

'tis nearly midday noon........

Now I must lay down and suffer in great pain. Sam & Max need consoling and reassuring, but what they want is denied them, not by me.

As I write this, Sam has been having MANY nightmares in another room of this hovel. He will return and will settle down once he is laying next to me as we both suffer. Max chooses to remain by himself but Max gets so lonely he eventually joins us, but is terribly frightened and his whole body shakes terribly in fear, and he growls in fear. I pat him and he growls louder and harder. He can't help it. - Max and Sam are abandoned dogs. - Max too might eventually calm a bit and be silent as he lays down where he knows Fliss was, and Max grieves incredibly, as does Sam, as do I.

P@11:47am---20_April-2017----I love you Fliss and want to be with you.---and just as I am about to post this...at 27 mins past noon, along comes shitheads on an illegal unlicensed unlicensable for the road motorbike, and it came loudly out of the criminals pedestrian walkway and rode all along the roads towards the Koongamia shops area of which is a liquor store too. There is no law these shitheads follow. - Those of us that follow the law are seen as weak and should be dead, so they can run ramnpant more than they already do, and are allowed to. -- Now (later) there is an emergency. There is NO WATER AT ALL in this area. How coincidental....because yesterday at the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD a plumbers vehicle pulled up there. A man got out, and went in there then returned to the street verge there with him following and a criminal kid. The plumber guy went to his utility, took a tool out, then opened up a watermains valve control and used it. Water in the area still was okay after that when he left. But now.....-- and just rememeber that the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD is exactly the the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD for a reason......such as when they ran a power cord lead ACROSS THE ROAD SURFACE from the house-under-construction being built across from them, and the bare power cord lead straight across the road back into their place so they could have power and not pay for it. If anyone else did that, there would be mighty repercussions. There would be mighty repercussions because of actively endangering public safety too. But nothing happened to the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD as always. They are invulnerable. -- There is no water even now at 13:33. Sam & Max at least have a LITTLE bit of water but not much. -- Other innocent neighbours have also come out and checked their own mains water tap controller seeking why there is no water. There has been times before when aboriginals from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD has criminally turned that residents water mains off, as well as other neighbours. Everyone has legitimate concerns about the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

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🌹🎇°Feelings Of Us° 🎇🌹

Sam LaRusso x Miguel Diaz

( Bonfire Au Part 1 ) [excuse my shitty writting ]

..... .. . 🎇🌹🎇 ....... ....

》♡》

After the whole fiasco of getting rid of Kreese and made the cobras realised they had put their lifes on the hands who didnt care , Sam and Miguel decided to throw a bonfire celebration . They pulled all the strings they had to finally put an end to the rivalness . Things with her and Robby were akward at first, and Tory agreed to not to start any fights for Aisha .

It was like a clean slate for everyone as they will now be joining their dojos after her dad and Mr. Lawrence decided to keep the joint dojos . Both of them had decided to also start a relationship after her parents divorce .

All the parents agreed to let them have a bonfire at the beach , now what was left was to invite certain people , Demetri invited Robby , Aisha asked Tory , and Yasmine invited Kyler . Yasmine helped with the whole contreversy , She had changed with Demetri's help . Kyler had apologized to Miguel and Hawk with yasmine beside him .

....

" Hey , they'll show up maybe their just late "

Miguel words helped eased the nervousness , The only people was Myagi-do/ Eagle fang and Moon with her girlfriend Piper , there was no sign of Robby or Tory either .

It was fine if they didnt come atleast they had put effort into the idea , Instead of worrying she grabbed Miguels hand in hers and played volleyball with Moon and Piper versus Demetri and Hawk .

She was waiting for Miguel to come back from changing to go for a swim when she saw Yasmine with kyler behind with a cooler and blankets .

" Hey "

" Hi , we had to take a detour at the last minute , Kyler wanted to buy some drinks and snacks as peace offering . "

Looking at Kyler , he had a nervous smile that she returned and She also noticed their joint hands .

" Thats great ! Were about to get in the water , Miguel went to change with Chris . If you want Moon and i can go with you Yas . "

" Yeah that would be great . "

....... .....

Among playing and enjoying the water she hears Aisha calling her , she sees Tory beside her .

" I brought vodka we dont have to drink it and dont worry LaRusso , i didnt steal it this time . "

Tory said with a small smile and Sam took the olive branch , and guessing by the huge smile of Aisha all turned out good . She whisper to her to tell her all the details later .

Somehow they were all getting convinced by Hawk to play chicken fight and listing out all the rules . Even Kyler persuade Yasmine to Join in , While Demetri wasnt having none of it , shouting he didnt want to carry anyone of the possibilities of causing his death of drowning .

" Is that Robby ? " He puts a stop to the his rant to question Sam out loud .

Turning to the direction where demetri pointed and saw the blond with another boy heading their way . Both demetri and her walked towards them , Miguel walking behind them .

" Hey ! You came " Her eyes caught the bag the taller boy was carrying , Sam smiled happy that Robby was going stay . The tall boy was serious the contrast of Robby who wore a small smile .

" Yeah , I want to apologize its only fair that you guys already did . I was blinded with hate and it got the best of me , making me ignore the warning signs and im just glad we got out of that situation . Lets start all over because i really missed you guys "

" We missed you too Robby ! " Her and Demetri rushed to hug him , Shes willing to admit her eyes got watery and she guessed demetri got teary eyed because once letting go he tried to change the topic once robby questioned him .

" Are you crying Demetri ? "

" Me crying ? pfft no , im just excited to play chicken fight . "

Demetri said while discreetly wiping away any tears .

" Werent you saying that it was one of Hawks dumbmest ideas and something about drowning . "

She said teasing him , they all laughed as he flushed . She felt miguel graze his hand next to hers and she wanted to hold his hand but was afraid to hurt Robby . But she guessed she didnt have to worry when Robby introduced his not so friend .

" uhh .... Sam , Demetri this is Doug , Hes-- "

He turned to look at Doug , and the first time she had seen a different expression on him .

It was kind and he had a teasing smile as he spoke .

" Im his Boyfriend "

The little silence ended when Miguel did a handshake with Doug . She was happy for Robby , They laughed as Miguel soon started spilling out that Doug had a huge crush on Robby .

...... ..... .. ...

After playing alot of rounds of chicken fight , Kyler and Yasmine offered to go pick up the pizzas but she guessed they wanted to have a little bit of alone time. Finishing their food , everyone wanted to go on a walk , they all agreed to come back once they all finished .

The sand felt nice , not to hot . She can hear laughter , screams and Demetri telling Hawk to put him down . She was happy having everyone she needs , happy as well .

" Im happy , Thank you for helping me organized this and for being with me . "

Miguel kissed her as he holds her close , her heart beats with his , but she should've known he had something up his sleeve once a smirk appeared .

" Im glad your happy , Sam . All i want is for you to be happy and if i didnt help you i wouldnt be able to do this ---"

" Miguel ! Oh My God , Miguel ! Dont !!

Miguel picked her up and started running to the water . She tighten her arms around him , if she was going to get wet Miguel was going with her .

He walked out of the water and put her down as they laughed . She kisses him hoping he can feel the happiness she felt in that moment with him , she was rewarded with his beautiful smile .

Hand in Hand they went back to start making the bonfire . Everyone started coming back to help out . Moon and Piper started handing out drinks and snacks . Miguel and the rest of the guys started the fire . Soon they started singing off key , suprisingly everyone knew the words to baby by justin bieber .

Aisha and Tory sat together as they laughed at Hawk and Miguels singing . Robby sitting on Dougs lap , looking so adorable . Kyler and Yasmine were handing out spare blankets and joining in to sing Bohemian Rhaspodey . She watched how Hawk serenated Demetri and playing the guitar , where god knows where he got it from .

Tonight was a success in her books , She will hold this memory close to her heart . For now it was her turn for Miguels singing for her .

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before the sunrise (branjie) - holtzmanns

(read on ao3) | (tumblr: plastiquetiaras) | word count: 2648

AN: Wrote this little drabble as a break from ANOTHER drabble (which is way longer than a drabble now) that I had originally started to take a break from my WIPs. I’ve been feeling like I’m stuck in a rut lately and Writ is the best for prompting this to me and cheering me on to get me out of it. I appreciate them the MOST. And they beta-ed this too, who could ask for more? Thank you for all the sweet lovely feedback on my current fics. It makes me happier than you know.

Night shifts aren’t that bad, really.

The convenience store is empty most of the time. Quiet. The rows lined with snacks and packaged food sit untouched, acting as Brooke’s only companions between the hours of 11 p.m. and 7 a.m. in the morning.

Brooke had taken the job because ballet expenses and the rent of her shitty downtown apartment don’t pay for themselves. Four months in with night shifts, it’s not too unmanageable. She has a pepper spray bottle in the pocket of her jeans and a heightened sense of awareness towards the windows and doors, watching those who pass by for any sense of possible danger.

But it’s calm. She spends most of her nights manning the register, holding back yawns. Listening to a podcast over the overhead speakers because there’s no one else there to complain that the store isn’t playing the latest top 40 hits.

Most of the time, she’s just bored.

She has her occasional regulars, people to talk to when the dead of night becomes a little too quiet. The mom of a newborn who lives across the street and comes in around 2 a.m. with her baby in tow, trying to get him back to sleep as she rocks him while she walks. The McDonald’s employee who comes by during his break to grab a pack of cigarettes every couple of days. The businessman who leaves work late enough that he never interacts with his family during the day, preferring to grab a packet of beef jerky for a makeshift dinner. The store also gets its fair share of those who’ve drank a little too much at the bar a few doors down, gotten themselves worked up. Though she’s able to redirect them, send them on her way after filling their hands with snacks.

No one has really stood out to Brooke, made her look twice just yet as she checks them out at the register. That is, until 4 a.m. on a Tuesday night when it’s raining a little too hard outside the dingy windows.

“A place actually open? Fucking finally!”

Brooke’s not sure whether the statement is uttered by a customer or a drowned rat, by the sight of the woman who’s just walked in the front door. Her hair is soaking wet and heavy on her shoulders, her makeup smudging by her eyes and making her look like she has raccoon-esque dark circles.

Brooke watches in amusement as the woman strolls up the counter, slamming both of her hands onto the table and rocking back and forth on her heels.

“Can I help you with something?” Brooke doesn’t put on much of a customer service voice for the woman, distracted by the way she seems to be shaking the drops of water from her hair onto the counter.

“I moved here about-” The woman pauses, checking her watch, ‘-eighteen hours ago. Forgot about dinner, no big. But my stomach is growling and it’s gonna be breakfast time at this rate, and what I’m saying is I need a snack or imma truly lose my shit while tryna unpack.”

“Why are you up so late?” Brooke takes a proper look at the woman, sees her baggy shirt and shorts and rain soaked skin and the way she’s slightly shivering.

“Too much energy. Couldn’t fall asleep ‘cause I started unpacking a little. And now I’m hungry.” The woman shrugs, taking a step back to look at the shelves. “You got anything good?”

“We have some microwaveable meals, if you want-”

“Nah.” The woman waves a hand. “My microwave ain’t unpacked yet. That’s a project for tomorrow. How ‘bout snacks?”

Brooke comes around the side of the counter because fuck it, it’s 4 a.m. and it’s highly unlikely that any other customers will be coming by anytime soon. The woman’s lips part slightly, looking up at Brooke once she’s beside her, and Brooke realizes just how short the woman is.

It’s adorable.

Nonetheless, Brooke points to the aisle beside them. “Got some trail mixes and chips over here, if that’s what you’re into. Some jerky, over there. Some dry cereal in that aisle, over there?”

The woman’s eyes light up at seeing the cereal on the top shelf. “Fuck, I haven’t had Fruit Loops in ages. That’s my dinner.”

Brooke wrinkles her nose. “Fruit Loops for dinner?”

The woman shrugs. “Hey, it’s got fruit. That’s healthy, right?”

“Well-”

“Dang, I can’t reach.” The woman huffs after she tries to jump, get her hand to graze the top shelf, the Fruit Loops just out of her grasp. Brooke tries to hold back a laugh at the way her brow furrows.

“Can you…?” The woman looks at Brooke sheepishly, pointing at the box.

Brooke grabs the box without having to reach too far. “I got you.”

“A giraffe. Thank you.” The woman grabs the box with a grin that lights up her entire face, and Brooke can’t stop herself from returning it.

“I think we have some milk in the refrigerated section too, if you wanted-”

“Nah.” The woman scoffs. “Fruit Loops are best right out of the box, baby.”

It’s after the woman leaves with a wave, when Brooke’s brain is replaying the way she said ‘baby’ over and over and over in her head, when she realizes that she’d forgotten to ask the woman her name.

Brooke doesn’t see the woman for another week, her night shifts a boring haze that seem to blur together. She’s tired, real tired, from the exertion she’s putting her body through during the day with dancing, her muscles tugging and straining as she rolls out her shoulders and puts away inventory. She has to hold back a yawn as she opens yet another box, wanting nothing more than to head home and have a proper night of sleep.

She knows this job isn’t sustainable in the long term, that she has to find something else. But it’s convenient, and the night shifts pay a little bit more by the hour than the day shifts do, and her apartment isn’t rent controlled and there’s no way she’s moving back home anytime soon.

So, night shifts for now it is.

The clock hits 2 a.m. as Brooke fiddles with her phone, too out of it to sort through the register or clean a little or even pretend to look like she’s doing work. She’s watching the recording of the run through of the latest show that her company’s going to put on, going over the steps from one of the acts in her head, as if the mental exercise will help solidify it once she has to go to practice in the morning.

Hey, it’s worth a shot.

She nearly drops her phone when the door to the store slams open, hitting against the wall, and her heart’s about to jump out of her chest before she realizes that it isn’t someone trying to rob the store, or anyone intimidating. No one that she’s need to pull out her pepper spray for.

No, it’s the woman from last week. Looking a lot less damp and still as adorable in a t shirt dress that could very well be her pyjamas.

“It’s you!” The woman perks up when she sees her at the register, waltzing over to lean against the counter like she did last time. “Haven’t seen you here the last couple days.”

“Have you been coming in the daytime?”

The woman nods, and Brooke shrugs. “I only work nights.”

“Ooh, a woman of the night.” The woman winks and Brooke has to hold back a snort.

“I’m not sure that means what you think it means.”

The woman remains unfazed, still grinning at Brooke. “I like my definition better, if I’m being honest.”

“I’m sure you do.” Brooke leans against the counter too, a smidge closer to the woman, notices the way the woman’s eyes widen a bit. “So, what brings you back?”

“Out of Fruit Loops. Also ‘cause I didn’t see you during the day and was wondering whether I had made up a six foot tall glamazon cashier all in my head.”

“Real, and here in the flesh. As I am most nights.” The store seems more like a bedroom to her than her actual bedroom does, considering how much time she’s been spending here.

“Good to know. Guess I’ll have to come visit more often, then.” The woman winks at her and Brooke’s not sure, really, if she’s flirting with her, because who else would voluntarily come to a seedy convenience store in the middle of the night?

So, Brooke’s gonna lean into it. Even if she’s not 100% sure on the woman’s signals. “I’ll look forward to it, that’s for sure.”

“Good…” The woman looks down, trying to search for something, and… is she looking at Brooke’s boobs? Brooke’s about to comment before-

“You ain’t got a name tag or something?”

“Oh.” Brooke feels herself turning red, any moments of suaveness dissipated. “Brooke. And nah, they don’t bother, considering the employee turnover rate.”

The woman looks unfazed. “Cute. I like it.”

She starts picking up the snacks she’s dropped on the counter, and Brooke frowns. “You’re not gonna tell me yours?”

“Vanjie. But you can call me Vanessa.” The woman, Vanessa, flips her hair over her shoulder, and Brooke has to hold back a grin, because now she can tell, she really can, that the woman’s giving her signals.

She likes it.

Vanessa comes back every couple of days after that, buying snacks, sticking around to talk more often than not.

Brooke learns that Vanessa’s moved from Tampa, a makeup artist in town for a few months while she’s working on a project that’s filming in the city. She hates the cold and rainy weather so far, but doesn’t mind the humidity. She’s brought her dog with her while in town, and pulls her phone out excitedly to show Brooke pictures of him.

“If you think I’m not going to have a meltdown over how cute he is, you’re absolutely wrong.” Brooke can’t help the way she scrunches up her hands, the way her face pouts a little, because Riley is indeed adorable. “You should bring him by sometime.”

“Maybe I will, tomorrow, if he’s not snoring away.” Vanessa tucks her phone into her pocket, dipping her hand into the bag of chips that she’s just bought, before holding it out to Brooke. “What about you, got any pets?”

Brooke grabs a handful before answering. “Kitties. Two of them.”

Brooke pulls out her own phone to show Vanessa, whose voice becomes adorably high pitched as she flips through Brooke’s camera roll, cooing at the pictures of them all cuddled up to her.

“This is the cutest shit I’ve ever seen, are you kidding?” Vanessa gasps when she sees a picture of Brooke holding both cats up in her lap. “Stop. This is the best thing ever.”

A throat clear behind them makes both of them jump, turn around, to see a slightly dishevelled man holding a package of toilet paper in one hand and Pepto Bismol in the other. “Hi, uh, can I check out?”

Brooke chances a glance over at Vanessa and has to avert her eyes immediately to keep herself from cracking up right then and there. She takes a deep breath before looking up to face the man again, and can see how positively green he looks. “I can help you at the register, sir.”

Brooke manages to keep it together until the man lets the door close behind him and he’s out of earshot. She peeks over at Vanessa, who bursts out laughing.

“That much Pepto? Shit, he probably going through it tonight!” Vanessa’s bent over in half, cackling, and Brooke can’t help but join her.

“Oh god. I bet it’s coming out of both ends.”

“Nasty. A shitty problem to have, wouldn’t you say?” Vanessa looks over at her, eyes twinkling at her, and Brooke snickers.

“And that was a shitty pun.”

“You liked it.” Vanessa nudges her, hops up onto the counter, and the motion fills Brooke with a sense of ease, an untangling in her chest, from the way Vanessa does it so casually. Like they’re friends now, like their regular hangouts at the store are for more than Vanessa just buying some snacks.

She hopes Vanessa doesn’t have to move back any time soon.

It’s 5:30 a.m. on a Sunday night and Brooke’s tired. It’s quiet, more so than it usually is, and Brooke can’t help the way she lifts her eyes up every so often, peeking at the door, looking for a certain someone.

Vanessa hasn’t come by the store in days. Brooke had gotten used to her, had enjoyed passing the time by cracking jokes and fooling around and learning more and more about her. Telling Vanessa in turn about her ballet training, how badly she wants to make principal dancer eventually.

Vanessa had listened, asked questions. Let her ramble about her financial stress and ballet stress and work stress and it’s nice, really, because Vanessa understood it too.

So Brooke misses her.

She knows that Vanessa’s had a busy week at work, that the television show she’s working on has had longer hours than usual. Still, she can’t help the way she peeks at the door, waiting.

The watch on her wrist creeps past 6:30 a.m. and Brooke only has half an hour of her shift left to go and she’s thankful, because she needs a nap before practice today. She’s about to drop her head onto the counter for some quick shut eye when the door slams open, in a way that only Vanessa can do.

“Brought you coffee.” Vanessa holds up a cup and grins, handing it over, and the first sip of caffeine is practically heavenly.

“You absolute godsend.” Brooke takes a second sip, then a third, before putting the cup down.

Vanessa puts out a hand in front of her from grabbing the cup again. “Slow down, you. Don’t wanna burn your tongue.”

“I want caffeine, though.”

“True, who needs taste buds, anyway?” Vanessa reaches over, grabbing her hand, tugging her around the side of the counter like she usually does. “Help me pick out a morning snack.”

Brooke grabs another box of Fruit Loops from the top shelf because Vanessa’s gotten her into them, too. Vanessa’s squeal of delight makes the extra sugar worth it.

Vanessa cracks the box open on the counter after she pays, shoving her hand in to grab a handful. She holds the box out towards Brooke, who grabs some too.

The tail ends of Brooke’s shifts always bring in a hint of sunlight, rays that catch in the glass of the windows as they start to rise. Dawn is Brooke’s favourite part of her shift. When the darkness starts to leave, when the rows upon rows of snacks aren’t illuminated just by fluorescents anymore.

Vanessa in the light of day has a gentle glow to her, the sunlight hitting her skin in shades of gold. She’s beautiful, even as she munches down Fruit Loops like her life depends on it.

Brooke’s about to ask her what her day holds when Vanessa reaches into her pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. An old receipt? Brooke can feel her brow furrowing as Vanessa holds it out to her.

“Think there was something on one of my old receipts earlier. Can you look at it?” Vanessa’s eyes are sparkling and Brooke doesn’t understand why as she unfolds it, before…oh.

A phone number.

Vanessa’s phone number.

“You mighty cute in the nighttime. Care to hang out with me in the light of day?” Vanessa reaches out, interlaces their fingers, like she already knows what the answer will be.

“Know any good breakfast spots?”

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #fluff #drabble #lesbian au #holtzmanns

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