#good morning i woke up to my mum telling my sister that i have the body of someone who’s already had a child 🙃

[harrytheehottie]

THE FIVE TIMES YOU KNEW: 2016 PART TWO

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feels good to finally have a part two out. this is a story that I really want to see through so although updates may be few and far between its a universe that im always thinking of and I hope you enjoy even after waiting weeks! months! years! truly thank you for reading anything I write this is just for fun!

Harry was a mess. 

His mom called him in the middle of the night. He was sleeping and didn’t hear it. He wondered what he would’ve done if he had been up, instead of waking up to 3 missed calls and a text from his sister telling to call when he wakes up. Harry immediately had a pit in his stomach. He had a dream about this very thing happening. It was more of a recurring nightmare as he spent more time away from his family. There would be an emergency of some kind and he would be unable to work around his demanding schedule and make sure he was able to make it back home. The dreams were at their worst while Harry was in the band. Now, he knew he was in a better position - Jeff would move mountains to get Harry to where he wanted to be. And right now, he needed to get to Brooklyn. 

He was out of bed and in the car in record time. Opting for a pair of gray sweats and one of the first hoodies he could find. It was very early, the smog was still covering the sky, the usual LA traffic was nonexistent. It was 7:12 when Harry got to Brooklyn’s apartment. Harry took a few deep breaths before heading to her front door. He didn’t let her know he was on the way but he almost needed this version of events to happen. Harry knew that at any moment his mom would be calling him up again and he needed someone else there with him. 

Harry walked up those steps a little amused at the situation before knocking on the door in quick  succession. He heard a faint ‘who is it?” and moments later Brooklyn opened her door. 

“Harry? Are you alright, why are you up so early?” She asked. She was wearing a t-shirt that cut her at the middle of her thighs with just underwear underneath, so he hoped. He knew she definitely wasn’t expecting to see him just from that alone. 

“I… I had this bad feeling and woke up to a missed call and a few texts from my mum and my sister and I just knew that I shouldn’t be alone.” Harry knew about the doctors appointments and different tests that were being run back home and he buried himself with work to occupy his time. 

Brooklyn moved over to open the door wider and let Harry in before going in to hug him. Harry's body perfectly engulfed Brooklyn. He needed this. The familiar feeling of her and her apartment and the way his anxieties seem to disappear whenever he’s around her. Harry takes in the look of her apartment as the early morning sun beams in through the curtains. Brooklyn’s house was cozy and lived in, the closest thing he’s been able to find as ‘home’ since he’s been in LA. She has pictures of her family and friends, her favorite artwork littered around the walls, trinkets on most surfaces, there’s color and life in this place. A stark difference to the usual ‘modern’ homes he’s used to with beiges and creams. 

“Do you want coffee?” Brooklyn asks, pulling Harry out of his mind. “I was just up to make a cup before I heard the door.” 

“Uhm… yes, please. Al-”

“Almond milk and two sugars. I remember,” Brooklyn interrupts before he could finish letting her know his order. He would be lying to himself if that moment didn’t mean something to him. “You’re the best.” Harry says before taking a seat on the couch as Brooklyn went to the kitchen. He took his phone out, took a deep breath and called his mom back. 

Harry was in the living room looking tense on the phone, Brooklyn could hear the familiar Northern Accent of his mother, she is yet to meet the woman but has been present for many phone calls. Brooklyn had the two coffees in her hand and put them on the coffee table as she sat next to Harry and waited for him to be done on the phone. She tried her hardest to not pay any mind to the conversation, paying close attention to his reactions on the phone. The way Harry was playing with his knuckles, moving his hair from one side to the other. The nervousness that he shared, he got off the phone, saying his goodbyes and love you’s to his mom, he took a deep breath and kept his eyes down on the ground shuffling around in his seat. Brooklyn could feel his nervous energy afraid of what he was going to share with her from that phone call but she knew it wasn’t her place to ask. But when his eyes met Brooklyn’s, the soft greens meeting her deep brown, he broke his silence. 

“It’s Robin… he’s sick.” 

&&

Harry was staying at Brooklyn’s for over a week now. The first night he went back to his place to get a bag of clothes and immediately turned back around to go to hers. He was trying to figure out what to do. Obviously, there was only so much that he could do but support his family through it all. Brooklyn quickly became his confidant. The friendship that they were building went through its first hardship. Harry was in LA to work on his solo album before he had to move back to Europe to begin filming Dunkirk. He wanted to immediately get on the first flight home but Brooklyn with the help of Jefff was the one to talk him out of it. After a week of doing nothing but working out and trying to write all of his ideas on paper. Harry was finally ready to get back to the studio. 

They were playing their own version of ‘house’ she was staying in her room and made him sleep on the sofa. He was adamant that he still wanted to stay over on the third night, Brooklyn invited Harry into her room.

“Do you want to sleep in mine?” She asked just as they were finishing dinner. They ordered takeout from their favorite Italian restaurant. 

“What?” Harry was almost taken aback by her question. They’ve never done that. Not platonically or ever romantically. 

“I’m asking you, if you want to sleep in my room?” Brooklyn spoke again with a sense of calm in her voice. She could feel the fire hot blush creep up through her body as she repeated her sentence. 

“And where will you sleep?” Harry quirked a brow.

“In my bed?” She repeated herself. She knew what he was getting at. Always being one to never not be in the mood to be a little cheeky. 

“Is this your sly way of finally asking me to come to bed with you?” 

“To sleep.” Brooklyn scoffed at him finishing his sentence for him. 

“In your bed?” Harry poked again. 

“Yes.” She said firmly. 

“With you?” Harry was laughing again. Brooklyn threw her hand towel at his chest. Harry successfully pushed her buttons. He felt light for the first time. 

“I’m going to bed. If you want to come with you can come. If you’re just going to make innuendos you can stay on the couch. Good night.” 

Brooklyn stood up from her chair and began walking up the stairs towards her bedroom. She was wearing her usual clothes to bed: a baggy tee and sleep shorts. Harry waits a beat before following her up the steps trying his hardest not just to run up there. He respects her and their friendship too much to do more than just the flirty banter. He loves getting a rise out of her - the face she would make when she’s annoyed at him. Her big brown eyes rolling at him would cause her nose to scrunch but he could still see that smile that she was trying so hard to hide. 

He was still in that fog from the news about Robin. Everyday was spent thinking about how he was going to be off on a movie set soon and not be able to easily be there for his family. He was only in LA for another week and a half before he had to get back to London for a photoshoot and then straight into prep for Dunkirk. It was going to be intense. Emotional. Devastating at times, but right now, he was okay - more than. 

With the comfort of Brooklyn. 

&&

“Do you think you two would ever?” Callie asked before taking an exaggerated sip of her drink. They were out to lunch and Brooklyn was always hyper aware of the eavesdroppers around them to the point that it almost felt like they were speaking in codes. 

“No. I’ve compartmentalized those feelings they’re kind of not there anymore.” 

“Kind of not there?” Callie laughed, “You’ve shared a bed for the last two weeks and he’s been living at yours for almost a month, I think the feelings are very much still there.” 

Brooklyn rolled her eyes - this was a conversation the two friends have had ever since Harry came into their lives. Brooklyn knows it's because she admitted to her friends that she had a crush on him early on but what girl in her early 20’s around the world doesn’t? But the more their friendship grew the more she pushed those feelings to the side. “Boys and girls can be just friends, Callie. Plus he’s having a really hard time so he’s staying at mine. That’s what friends do.” 

“Whatever you say” 

“Cmon just tell me what you’re thinking.,,”

“Maybe you should ask yourself why he, with so many friends in this city, went to your house first. And decided to stay there. During a time where he has a lot going on.” Callie reached her hand across the table for yours, “Look Brooklyn, I don’t want you to get in too deep and get hurt, again, because you aren’t being true to your feelings. It’s okay if you like him - you just have to let yourself tell him.” 

Brooklyn let her friends' words resonate. She didn’t say much else after that regarding the topic of Harry quickly changing the subject back to work and Callie’s friend drama that didn’t involve her. She knew she would have to confront her feelings at some point. Was it really that weird that Harry decided to come to her first and not Jeff or Ben or any of the other guys in LA he’s known for a lot longer? We were still friends and nothing happened between us even when we were in the same bed. She was just being a good friend.  

&&

They were cuddling. 

In the middle of the night their bodies moved closer and now they were tangled up together. Their legs intertwined as Brooklyn’s head rested on Harry’s arm like a pillow. This was different. She felt at ease the sounds of Harry’s breathing lulling her back to sleep. The warmth of their bodies proximity to one another. It felt right in a way. So, Brooklyn let herself fall back asleep, the early morning sun just peaking in as she dozed back to bed. It wasn’t until she felt Harry shifting next to her that her eyes slowly opened again. She thought about this exact scenario multiple times embarrassingly enough. And maybe it was the conversation she had with Callie yesterday or the reality of everything hitting her in the moment of them actually doing something that goes beyond the platonic friendship line but she was sure that if Harry asked her to do it again, she would in a heartbeat. 

“What are you thinking about?” Harry asked in his low tone the sleep still evident in his raspy voice. 

“How long have you been watching me?” Brooklyn looked up at him to meet his gaze. Harry was sitting up on the bed, his back against the bed frame.

“I’ve only just woken up.” 

“You look rather comfy for someone who just woke up… you’ve been staring at me for hours.” Brooklyn jokes as she stretches her arms out for a yawn. Her eyes meet the clock to see that it’s a little past 9. “Shit. I’m going to be late. I promised Callie I’d help her in the morning. Did you turn my alarm off?” Brooklyn almost jolted out of bed looking for her and should’ve been plugged in right next to her. “Harry, where’s my phone?” 

Brooklyn looks up at him waiting for him to start shuffling around the bed to find the phone but he’s not moving a mischievous grin on his face as he quickly showed the phone that he had in his hand was actually hers.

“Harry… give me that back!” Brooklyn tried to wrestle the phone out of his grip. But Harry was quick, doding Brooklyn’s attempts with a playful smirk on his face. 

As they tussled for control of the phone, laughter filled the room. It had been a long time since they had goofed around like this, just the two of them. But as the playfulness faded, Brooklyn and Harry found themselves in a surprisingly intimate position, their faces inches apart.

Suddenly realizing the closeness of their bodies, Brooklyn and Harry pulled away awkwardly, their cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Harry cleared his throat and quickly got out of bed, “Erm… I’ll go make some coffee?” Harry said trying to break the tension between them. 

As Harry left the room, Brooklyn sat there, feeling confused and a little disoriented. She couldn't deny the strange fluttering sensation in her stomach at their close proximity, and she wondered if there was more to their friendship than either of them had ever realized. The conversation with Callie coming to the forefront of her mind. 

But for now, Brooklyn pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on Harry's offer of coffee. As she heard the sound of the coffee machine whirring in the kitchen, Brooklyn couldn't help but smile, knowing that no matter what happened, she always had Harry by her side.

&&

Harry was on his way to his first studio day since he got the news. There was a song that was nagging at him over the last couple of weeks that he couldn’t wait to flush out with the boys. He tapped his fingers along the steering wheel to the familiar tune that’s been haunting him for day, lyrics echoing in his head like a broken record. As he made his way to the studio, the melody grew louder, almost drowning out the sounds of the bustling city around him. It wasn't until he sat down at his keyboard, fingers poised to start composing, that he realized the source of the song. "Brooklyn saw me, empty avenues," he whispered to himself, the words finally making sense. It was as if a light had been switched on in his mind, illuminating the inspiration behind the melody that had been plaguing him all morning. Harry closed his eyes, letting the music flow through him, each note a reflection of the emotions swirling inside him. As he began to write, the words poured out effortlessly, each line a tribute to the girl who had unknowingly saved him over the last few weeks, Brooklyn, with her kind eyes and gentle smile, had been a beacon of hope in his darkest moments. It all came spilling out of him. 

And as the song took shape, Harry knew that this was more than just a melody - it was a tribute to the power of love and connection, a reminder that even in the emptiest of avenues, there was always someone willing to light the way.

#tftyk #harry styles writing #harry styles fic #<3 finally !!!!

[what-if-queen-camilla]

Chapter 13

Charles meeting Theodora ❤️

04th August 1987 - Part 4

"You'd better be quiet, Sir, when I last came in they were both sleeping…", Andrew carefully instructed the Prince who, a huge bouquet of vibrant summer flowers in his hands, had just arrived at Middlewick House a few minutes ago. Camilla and the little one had been sleeping almost all day, but that was alright, the ladies had done amazingly and more than deserved a good rest. Tomorrow was going to be busy enough as Camilla’s parents as well as Annabel and Simon with Tom and Laura and their own children were going to come over and meet the new family member. Especially the proud new big sister had been very disappointed when Andrew had told her that Mummy and Thea, what Laura had chosen to be Theodora's nickname, were too tired to meet them today but were very much looking forward to see them all tomorrow, but it was the only chance for Charles to be the first one to meet the baby without anyone noticing. "You can stay until 9 in the morning.", the Colonel added. "The children and my in-laws will arrive around midday. That gives us time to prepare everything. I'll spend the night at a friend's and be back at half past 8 so that Milla won't be alone. See you tomorrow then. Take good care of our ladies, Sir." With that, he grabbed a little suitcase, put on a hat and took his leave, before Charles could even thank him. Obviously, he'd never been a fan of Andrew but he couldn't deny that he'd been more than generous throughout the whole pregnancy, the birth and even now. He had arranged for Camilla and him to have some precious hours on their own and at the same time made sure that the new mum and baby weren't alone. Apparently, despite everything, he genuinely cared and looked after them in a way Charles was not and would probably never be able to look after them. But he didn't want to think about that now. All he wanted was to see them now, so he rushed up the stairs and quietly knocked on the door of Camilla’s bedroom.

Almost inaudible, he opened the door and carefully peeked through - to find the most beautiful and adorable picture he had ever seen in his entire life: the love of his life, peacefully sleeping, tightly holding the baby - their daughter - who was fast sleep as well and sweetly snoring, and he had to cover his mouth with his hand to avoid himself from sobbing loudly in delight - he certainly didn't want to disturb his ladies. But, God in heaven, never had he seen something more beautiful, more perfect and more wonderful than this… He quietly tiptoed over and sat down on the edge of the bed and finally got to see Theodora's little face, the little mouth and nose and, good Lord, these little eyelids, excitedly fluttering as she was dreaming - and immediately was overwhelmed by emotions. "Oh Darling!", he sobbed, not sure whether he was referring to Camilla or Theodora himself, and tenderly stroked over her head. She'd already had a bit of hair, and it was so soft and sweet. His heart almost exploded with pride and joy. All that he wanted was to hold her, to feel her and tell her over and over again just how much he loved her and that he'd always be there for her and protect her. "I'm your daddy, little angel!", he whispered with a teary voice, tenderly stroking over her little hand now which caused the little girl to sigh in her sleep and instinctively reach out for her fathers finger which was actually bigger than her entire hand. Having Theodora grabbing his finger was too much for Charles and he couldn't hold back his tears and sobbing anymore, which finally woke up Camilla as well. "Darling…", she whispered sleepily, looking at him full of love. "Oh, darling!", he cheered, tenderly kissing her beautiful lips. "Darling, have you met our daughter?", she asked and he nodded. "She's perfect. You're perfect. You've done so well, my darling and I'm so proud of you. I've never loved you more." Camilla was too tired to respond anything sensible so she just kissed him and cuddled up against his chest, while carefully placing the baby in his arms. "Take her, darling. Take our daughter.", she said, lovingly and with tears in her eyes now as well. "Our daughter…", Charles replied, touched and stared at the little bundle in his arms as if it was the greatest miracle he had ever seen. It probably was. "My sweet, perfect, little daughter…" Camilla's heart beated like mad by watching the love of her life sweetly interacting with their joint child, the daughter he had always wished for. "Darling, do you realise how happy you've made me?", he asked her, his face overflowing with tears, and more tears still flowing out of his eyes. "The happiest man on earth…" And just like that, they spent a whole night as an almost perfect, little family of three, forgetting everything and everyone out there, covered in love and happiness, cuddling, kissing, whispering sweet promises until the sun rose again the next morning.

"Andrew said I can stay until 9.", Charles remarked at around 8, kissing Camilla’s hair lovingly and tenderly. "He said he'll return at 8.30." "I suppose he spent the night with Rose.", Camilla answered. "His… partner." He had, indeed, been dating a certain Rosemary for quite a few months now and apparently felt something for her that he'd never felt for any other woman, including her, and though of course she was happy for him that he had finally found love in his life as well, it only underlined once more how absurd all of their situations were. Andrew, married to Camilla but in love with Rose, who, too, was married to someone else, a man who also loved someone entirely different, just as Camilla loved Charles and Charles loved Camilla but was married to Diana who loved… herself in the first place, and then Charles' titles, his position, and all of the attention that came along. What a mess they were all living in. Hopefully, one day, their precious little darling would be able to marry the one she loved without any odds or obstacles. And, until then, she'd be there, loving and supporting her as best as she could. Along with her most adoring two dads...

#queen camilla #king charles #andrew parker bowles #royal baby #royal family #fanfiction #fanfic

[let-me-luve-you]

Overlooked and Overworked (Part 2)

Tom Holland x Sister

Summary: Tom still feels terrible for how he treated you and he plans a day to make up for it.

Warnings: apologetic Tom, mostly fluf

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N: This is a long-awaited part two. I recommend reading part one before reading this one. This is short compared to the first part, but I hope you still enjoy it!

MASTERLIST BUY ME A COFFEE

PART ONE

Tom woke up around 10am and decided to get up to plan a day for just you and him. He wanted to make up for all the neglect. He quickly went home to change clothes before going back to his parent's house. Walking in, he saw his mum sitting at the table reading something in the daily paper. 

“Hey Mum!” Tom said as he walked to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Nikki smiled at her oldest. “Can I ask you a question?”

“You just did.” She said with a smirk. Tom gave her a look that said now is not the time. Nikki gave a small laugh before saying, “Go ahead.”

“What do you think I should do for Y/N? I want to make it up to her for everything I’ve done.” Tom said with a small look of shame written across his face.

Nikki stared at her oldest for a second, not liking that her son was feeling terrible. But she also didn’t like how her daughter was treated, even though she had a small part in it. “Well I know she needs a couple of days to relax. She needs to catch up on sleep she missed.”

“I know that,” Tom said. “But I was thinking of taking her to get lunch somewhere and then having a movie day. I just don’t want her to think I’m trying not to do anything with her.”

“I think lunch is a great plan. Take her to her favorite restaurant. I know she loves sitting on the patio.” Nikki smiled at her son as his eyes lit up. “Talk to her when she is there. See what she wants to do. If there is anything she has wanted to do. If she just wants a calm day, ask her if she wants to spend the day and evening at your house watching movies.”

“That’s a great idea. Then we can have dinner too.” Tom smiled as the plan came together. Nikki smiled as her son got up to leave the room. 

“I would tell the twins not to be there. Just make it you and her. She deserves your undivided attention.” Nikki added before Tom could leave the kitchen. 

“Good plan. I’ll text them.” Tom smiled one last time at his mum as he walked to the stairs. He stopped at the bottom and pulled his phone out. He saw the time was now 1130am. He knew you needed sleep, but if he was offering to take you to your favorite restaurant, he knows you won’t be mad at him for waking you up. 

After shooting a quick text to all his brothers and friends to leave the house for the day, he walked up the stairs to your room. He knocked lightly and heard you say come in. He smiled as he opened the door. Glad he didn’t have to wake you. 

“Morning.” He sat down on your bed next to you as you played on your phone.

“Technically afternoon.” You rebuttal. Tom laughed as he looked at your smirking face.

“Get up. We got lunch plans.” Tom said as he stood up to head back out of your room. 

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise. You can dress however you want. We can also do whatever you want today.”

“I’ll be down in ten.” You stood up and stretched. Walking over to your dresser to get some clothes. 

Tom walked back downstairs as you got ready for the day. You were still really tired and didn’t feel like doing much, so you dressed in leggings and an oversized t-shirt. Sliding on your Crocs and grabbing your purse, you headed downstairs. Quickly throwing your hair in a messy bun, you smiled at Tom as you walked towards the front door. 

“I’m ready.” He quickly met up with you and you left the house. After driving for twenty minutes, you finally realized where he was taking you and smiled. 

“Oh my gosh. I have been craving their pot pie for weeks now.” You yelled as you pulled into the parking lot. Tom smiled at you before getting out of the car to lead the way. 

Once sat at a table in the corner of the patio, Tom finally said something, “So what do you want to do today?”

“Can we just chill? If you have something planned already, we can do whatever, but I’m still exhausted so I don’t feel up for much.”

“I thought you would feel that way so I planned a movie day. We can head back to mine after we eat. I have snacks and drinks. No one will be home so it’ll just be the two of us.”

You smiled as you realized you would finally get to hangout with your big brother. You can talk about whatever or just sit in silence. You wouldn’t have to worry about anything. 

“That sounds perfect. I have been wanting to see that new Sandra Bullock movie. Can we watch it? It’s the one with Channing Tatum.”

“Yeah. We can watch whatever you want.” Tom said with a nod.

After the waiter took your order, you and Tom had a great conversation. Tom kept repeatedly apologizing and you kept saying it was okay. As long as he learns from what happened, you were okay with everything. 

Finishing your meal didn’t take long. When you got to Tom’s you went straight to the kitchen to get snacks and drinks to put on his coffee table. Tom grabbed your favorite pillow and blanket and set it in the corner of the sectional that he knew was your designated spot when you were over. 

“My blanket and my pillow!” You said with a smile as you set everything down. Quickly taking off your shoes and socks, you curled up in the corner of the sectional and pulled the pillow and blanket with you. 

“Comfy?” Tom laughed before sitting next to you. You turned and smiled at him and nodded before looking back at the tv. “The Lost City? Is that what it’s called?” He asked. 

Once again, you nodded in his direction. Tom turned the movie on and turned the volume up. 

“Thank you for today.” You said softly while still looking at the tv. 

Tom turned to you, “I know you said it’s okay, but I’m sorry. I’ll never let you feel like that again. I will help you with whatever needs to be helped with. I will always make time for you when I’m home. You can come with me whenever you want. I don’t want you to have to thank me for hanging out with you. I love you.”

“I love you too Tommy.” You smiled at him before leaning your head on his shoulder. “You’re still my best friend.”

Kissing the top of your head, “And you’re still mine.”

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[will-solace-aaaaa]

Chapter 3: Good Mornings

I woke up to the sound one can only identify as Sebastian singing in the shower. It was horrible.

He had to have a shower when I first got here because my blood got everywhere. And, he made me clean it up. He said if I didn't, he was gonna chop off my other leg.

Ow.

'Dad, if you don't shut up, I swear I'm gonna eat your food!' I hear Ariel yell from the other room. 'Fine! Just don't touch my food, I'll be out in a minute!' I hear him yell back before quietly going back to his shower. Ariel is now God.

'Ugh.' I groaned, opening my eyes and getting blinded from the light coming in from the window. I don't know if you can tell, but I don't want to get up. But I do when I realise Ariel said there was food. Yummy. I throw on some of Sebastian's clothes (damn, we really need to get me my own clothes) and make sure I look good. Who am I kidding, I always do.

I make my way downstairs, bumping into a few walls and tripping a few times because of my leg. 'Sup, Ariel!' I say awesomely.

Turns out that they had a spare room, and Sebastian said I could stay in there and to get comfortable since we have no idea when I'm gonna get back.

I still don't know what that weird object was or how it made that portal thing, or if I just imagined that, but I don't think I'm getting home anytime soon. The longer I stay, the weirder things get; I mean, powers? Magic? It all makes no sense.

Ariel turned to me as I entered the kitchen area. 'Hey, Eric,' She said, waving me over to the table that was now clean of all my blood, 'Hey! What ya got there?' I ask, gesturing to the food, 'breakfast, now eat it.' She says with a smile on her face, handing me my bowl.

Man, I love eating at things that I have recently lost a limb on.

I made Seb make some food for Ruby last night, and he was super startled when he found out she was now half dragon, but this morning she looked to have been given some dog food that I (with Ariel's money)  bought on our way back from the forests. Her paws were all bandaged up and luckily, no dog limbs were lost.

After eating, and once Sebastian had come downstairs, Ariel had said that she needed to go and see a friend. She asked if I wanted to come along, and I was desperate to get out of the house.

'We better do something about your clothes,' she said, gesturing towards Sebastian's pirate clothes that were like a billion sizes too big for me. 'Yeah, not exactly practical for... well, anything.' I agree.

Ariel took me to the nearest busy areas of Emaia where we got food, ate food, and bought me some new clothes.

I got changed into my new outfit, in which I looked fabulous, with my old blue jumper that I fell in with, a pair of jeans, some black coverse because they're amazing, and a cool plain black choker necklace becuase they make me somehow even hotter. My jumper was one of the only things reminding me of my home. I was starting to miss my friends and parents.

My mum must be so worried, I mean, I've been gone for ages. And my sister! They're all going to have no idea what's going on. They might think I've been kidnapped or something!

Before I could dive anymore into my spiralling, Ariel announced that we had arrived.

'Here we are!' She said, bouncing on her heels. What the heck. No way is this where her friend lives. She had brought us to the very middle of the kingdom, and on a piece of land slightly higher than the rest, was one of the hugest freaking castles that I've ever seen (also the only one but this castle was pretty much out of a fairy tale).

The castle wasn't too far from the house, but it was huge. How did I not notice it?

The actual castle was built like the one you see at the start of Disney movies, but there was a path around the side with people who looked really busy.

'Let's go around back,' Ariel said, walking away before I had time to respond. 'Okay.' I say before slowly jogging towards her. She didn't even wait for me!

When we got to the back of the castle, I saw a bunch of people shooting targets with arrows, fighting with each other, or just chatting and watching a girl with yellow-blonde hair failing at hitting the target with her arrows, by a lot.

'So, who's your friend?' I say, not taking my eyes off the girl with the bow. 'He's probably inside right now, I'll go look for him. Stay here. 'Okay- and she's gone again. Wow.' I say before going over to the girl who still hadn't managed to hit the target.

With the way the people were watching her and laughing to their friends, it seemed like this had happened a lot. 'Hey,' I say, startling her from trying to set the arrow into the bow properly. 'You're doing that wrong.' 'I know, dummy.' She says in the most sarcastic voice I had ever heard, and I've been living with Sebastian! That says a lot. I was starting to like her already.

She went back to trying to shoot the arrow and missed so bad it almost hit one of the guys watching from the side, missing his head by an inch. 'Sorry Gabe!' She shouted as both of their faces started to go red. 'It's okay!' He shouted back to her. Ooh, someone has a crush. 'So, what's your name? I asked because I had no idea. I totally ship her and Gabe, though; that was adorable.

She looked back to me, her eyes rolling. Meanie. 'I'm Eleanor. Who are you?' Eleanor said, cocking her head to the side and sassily putting her hand on her hip. 'I'm Eric!' I tell her with a big smile on my face, stretching out my hand for a handshake (and getting completely ignored). Okay... rude.

'So, do you know Ariel?' I ask her, just now realising that this girl with pigtails is taller than me. Jeez. 'Ariel? Do you mean the girl the prince always hangs around?' She says as I tried not to laugh, I mean, Ariel? Friends with a prince? What? 'No, I don't think she could be friends with a prince.' I go as my laughs slip a little bit. 'Yeah, she's the baker's daughter, right? Blonde hair and everything. She's really nice, actually.' Ariel is friends with a prince. Ariel wants to introduce me, yes I, to a prince. Half of my life is literally just illegal stuff.

There is no way she wants me to be introduced to the prince when my dog is pretty much illegal.

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Published 7 March 2024

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OUR SEESAW - Chapter 16

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female OC

Genre: idol au, Suga X female OC, smut, fluff, angst, college romance, friends to lovers, exes to lovers, happy ending. ⚠️Warning: mentions of mental health affections, drugs, explicit sex

Words: 3k

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Chapter 16 - Bulletproof

The first part of her narration had to do with her family life, Emmy did not leave any detail out. At times she had to stop to take a breath and be able to continue, and that's how Yoongi found out what Emmy was carrying inside of her. He listened in silence to the story of how Emm's family had seen his mother-in-law suddenly fade away, how a depression that was never well treated ended up consuming her. And even more painful than that was hearing what came next.

It took Emmy a long time, but she opened up as she had never done with anyone, not even the many psychologists she had seen. The girl completely bared her past and her soul that morning and it was impossible to hold her tears, luckily, Yoongi's hand grabbing hers motivated her to continue, and when she felt that she couldn't take it anymore, the musician let her rest her head on his shoulder for as long as she needed to continue. Thus, Yoongi learned what her childhood and adolescence were like, both plunged into both terrible loneliness and psychological abuse by Seri. He already understood the terrible trauma that Emmy felt towards her sister and her father, the guilt that had accompanied her for as long as she could remember. He heard how Seri tried her best to push any company of Emmy, the only ones that were constant were Woosung, Hobi, and Mr. Siu.

Her father was always an absent figure, he tried to reach out to her a few times, but nothing worked. Her mother, for her part, had tried even more than her father. Emmy had very clear memories of when she was a child and her mother came to visit her in her room. She now understood that this happened when the antidepressants allowed it; yet, postpartum depression would trigger again every time she was with her youngest daughter, so in the long run, the doctor forbade her to keep trying. That is why the girl had taken such strong blows since she was a child, she used to get excited thinking that finally her relationship with her parents would change, but that never happened.

“My adolescence coincided with the time when mum was worse, her pills ended up cutting her off from our family. In those years everything got out of control, and even though Hobi and Woo were with me, it wasn't enough. I… I found another way to deal with everything, something that was temporary, but that cost me dearly. Yoongs, I thought I could control it, but I can't." She said with her gaze fixed on the ground and when the musician tried to take her hand, Emmy moved it while she shook her head negatively, there was no human force that convinced her to look Yoongi in the eyes. “Baby, I can't do this alone, I can't fight this alone, not anymore. I've tried to do it because I want to be okay and be able to enjoy what I have with you. I mean... this has been the best thing that has happened to me, but I can't. I can't stop doing drugs. I thought about leaving. Today, when I woke up, I thought that the best thing was to get away from you and not put you through this, I was convinced to do it because I'm afraid. I'm so scared, Yoongi. And I'm not even afraid just of drugs, I'm afraid of loving you this way, I couldn't bear to lose you like I've lost many people before… not you. I may ignore many things about relationships, but I think I love you, Yoongs. It hurts so bad to think about losing you that I swear there have been times when I can't take it, but I can't fool you anymore. This is what I am.” Finally, the girl was able to look at Yoongi's dark and teary eyes. “I love you, Yoongs, I KNOW I love you. If this is the only time I can tell you this, you have to know how good my heart feels when I have you around. I've adored you every moment since I heard you play for the first time, I've loved with all my soul what we have. Thank you for appearing in my life and changing it in this way. Thank you for looking at me like I always dreamed of being looked at. I wanted to be the person you deserve by your side, but…”

"Emm" he called with a deep and faltering voice. "Stop, please." It was his time to talk.

Yoongi didn't rush things; instead, when he asked Emmy to stop, the musician bit his lower lip and took a deep breath. It was not easy at all, it was not a casual topic and of course, it was devastating to hear every word from Emmy, but fortunately, Yoongi's nature let him express himself properly.

"You are already the person I deserve and want by my side." He said with total and utter certainty, never taking his gaze from hers for a second. “Emm, I'd repeat a thousand times more the day I saw you for the first time. I was limited to living in a monotonous way, and then... I saw you, you smiled and I had no choice but to madly fall in love with you. I changed your life? Baby, you made me know that there are parts of me that only exist when I'm with you, and those parts have made me understand that not everything is wrong with me. Before you… Emmy, before you I was tormented by all kinds of monsters every night, and the only way to keep going was through music. But without even intending to do it, you silenced each one of my demons. Please don't go, freckles. Walking away from the only person I want to try everything with would kill me. Every time I look at you I think the same thing 'Please, let this be forever'. I love you, Emm, you're the first person I tell it to, and the only one I'll tell it to."

Yoongi said that last thing, wiping away the tears that fell down his cheeks, but also showing her a tender and honest smile. "I know it's a lot to ask you to believe me and just ignore all your fears, but I'm saying this from the bottom of my heart, sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere. I still remember when you held my hand for the first time, I never imagined that it could feel so good, in the same way, I couldn't bear the pain of knowing that you'd never do it again. I beg you, try to trust in us. I know that you love what we have, and that you'd be capable of anything to protect our relationship, but it's not just you who think so, Emm. I'd also give anything to be by your side, to see you happy. Were you really worried about how I'd see you after you told me all this? My love, don't you see how strong and brave you are? Even with your heart broken by everything you've been through, you've loved me selflessly from the beginning. Even with your face full of tears, you're the strongest person I know. What happened with your mom was NOT your fault, you deserve all the love in the world and I'm sure your mom knew that, that's why she kept trying to get close to you despite how she felt. How your father and sister acted and felt has absolutely nothing to do with you. Now... regarding the other issue... baby, you can try to sedate the pain you feel, but that doesn't work, that doesn't stop the bleeding. I understand you, I know how tiring it is to feel low and to feel that you're not capable of dreaming of a better future. But you can, freckles, and you're not alone anymore, you won't be alone anymore."

“Yoongi, do you actually want to continue in a relationship where your girlfriend…?”

“Where my girlfriend is a wonderful person? Of course I want to."

“Yoongs… you know what I want to tell you.”

“Baby, all wounds can be healed when treated properly. It's okay to cry, to feel sad about everything you've been through, but you also need to understand that you're strong enough to get out of it. It won't be easy, it'll be a long and steep road, but you're not going to walk it alone. And if you feel that your world is falling apart, come to mine, I'll always be there for you."

"Aren't you scared?"

"No" He answered completely sure. “I'm worried about you because I want to see you well and happy, but this doesn't scare me. I know we're going to get through it." He assured her with a tender smile. “We'll seek all the help you need and I'll be by your side at all times.”

“I love you, Yoongs.”

“I love you too, Freckles.” He said taking his girlfriend in his arms and hugging her as strong as she needed. "This doesn't define you, baby."

Emmy told him about the Bivouac and how this club was the favorite place of the upper class, not only because of the easy access to drugs but because of the freedom they had in that place to do what they pleased. The girl told him that even those serious politicians who seemed to have perfect families occasionally went there to have their affairs. However, what happened in the Bivouac stayed there and was never talked about. Now Yoongi fully understood why Hobi hated that his friends went there. It wasn't that he was bothered by what Woosung and Emmy were doing with their romantic life, but rather that he seriously cared about everything they had access to. Despite everything Emmy told her boyfriend, she never got a surprised or judgmental look from him. Yoongi's stoic nature allowed Emm to feel completely comfortable with him.

Emmy was very serious about wanting to quit her addiction, but Yoongi was also serious when he told her that he would support her, and that same day he did something that was not common for him, he asked for the day off from all his jobs.

“Yongs, are you sure? You may have problems.”

"Don't worry. We have some things to do and I promised you that I'd be with you.” He responded with a kind smile.

That morning they both found out which doctors were the best to help Emmy. Thanks to the name and influence of the girl, it was not difficult for them to book an appointment for that same day. Talking about her addiction again was not so difficult for Emmy, Yoongi's company during that first appointment was crucial to achieving it. The serenity of the musician and the security that he conveyed to his girlfriend made her feel that she was only going through a difficult time, but that she could overcome it. In addition, it helped a lot that the doctor was a very kind woman with whom Emmy felt comfortable from the beginning.

“The first thing will be detoxification. I try to get the person through the detox on an outpatient basis; that is, that you experience the symptoms at home, in your comfort zone, with timely medical assistance when necessary. But if your circumstances prevent it, you must enter a detoxification unit or center so that withdrawal symptoms don't induce you to relapse. I know you have the financial means to go through this at home; however, I'm concerned that you live alone. You could hire a nurse to accompany you, or you can stay at the hospital. Normally, the process varies between two weeks or a month.”

With a sad sigh, Emmy nodded. She knew she had no choice, but she was terrified of going through it alone in a place she didn't even know. However, her boyfriend was the one who spoke first.

"Freckles, don't even think about it, I'll stay with you."

"Yoongi, that would be great, but we're talking about Emmy constantly needing someone by her side, we don't know how her body and even her mood will react during those days."

"Yoongs, you can't miss your jobs."

“Yes I can do it, and I'll do it.”

"But…"

“Emmy, I'm NOT leaving you alone.”

"I propose this," the doctor commented, "I must go to attend to some administrative matters, discuss this and when I return, tell me your decision."

The couple agreed and as soon as they were alone, Yoongi took Emmy's hands in his and spoke. "Baby, if it is okay with you, I can move in with you those days, at least while the detoxification process lasts."

“Yoongs, would you do that?”

"Of course." He affirmed with a sweet smile.

Although Emmy found it incredible and extremely adorable that Yoongi was willing to go through something like that, she couldn't help but feel something else. However, this time she was not silent and was honest with her boyfriend.

"Yoongs, I'm a little embarrassed that you see me like this... besides, I don't want to put you through something so complicated."

Yoongi couldn't help but laugh in that tender way in which his eyes closed completely. Afterward, he got up from his chair and knelt in front of the girl.

“Freckles, I don't think you can drive me crazier than you already do. Also… I think it's a little late for you to start feeling embarrassed with me, you should have felt like that when you mistook a tomato for a chili on our second date.” Yoongi's comment earned a beautiful smile on the girl's face. “So, if we're past that boring part of the relationship where you're ashamed of silly things, we can be ourselves. Besides… you jumped out of a window to seduce me… I think I've seen enough of your true colors.”

"Oh shut up, I wasn't seducing you!" She tried to defend herself between laughs. Before she could even lose her smile, Yoongi continued speaking.

"You're going to put me through something terribly complicated and painful if you walk away from me, Emmy. Let me come with you, I promise I'll be a good roommate. Think of it like this, I could cook for you and once in a while I might even leave the bathroom door open when I'm taking a shower.”

Oddly enough, Yoongi managed to convince his girlfriend of something between laughs. Normally it was the opposite, Emmy was the one who managed to get everything out of Yoongi between laughs, but now that she was the one who needed it, the musician had taken over splendidly.

“According to the doctor, we can't start today because you must come well prepared. What do you think if today we take care of leaving everything ready? You have to talk to your professors and I need to ask for vacations. Besides... Hobi and Woosung are going to worry if you disappear without telling them something."

“I had already thought about it; after all, they are like my family. Also Mr. Siu. I don't quite know what to tell them."

"Tell them what you feel you can share, they'll understand if you still can't fully open up."

Emmy accepted her boyfriend's suggestion and once the doctor returned and they defined the most important details of the process, Yoongi went to talk to his bosses while Emmy met with Hobi and Woosung. They had both been home when her friend told them it was something urgent. They agreed to meet at Hobi's apartment, since it was the closest to the university and Emmy still had to talk to her professors.

"Guys, I asked you to meet because there's something important that I want to tell you." Emmy's downcast gaze and her concerned expression made Woosung and Hobi anxious and wish she would tell them soon what was going on. "I won't be here for a few days, I still don't know if it'll be just two weeks or the whole month."

"Where are you going?" Hobi asked.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm not having a good time guys, I need medical help and…”

"Are you sick? What do you have?" The dancer asked extremely shocked.

For his part, Woosung did not need details to understand what it was about; after all, he had told her that she should tone down the intensity of her consumption.

"Are you going to be alone?" It was the only thing the singer asked.

"No. Yoongi offered to be at my side as necessary."

That shocked Woosung, he did not imagine that someone would voluntarily want to accompany someone during a process as complicated as rehabilitating. Besides, Emmy had told him about Yoongi's economic situation, so being away from his work for so long seemed absurd.

"What's going on? Can someone explain it to me? What do you have, Emm? How can we help you?" Hobi asked on the verge of a crisis.

"I need to stop using, Hobi."

Before Hoseok could ask anything else due to the enormous concern he felt for his friend, Woosung placed his hand on the dancer's shoulder, indicating that this was not the time to go into details.

“You know you're counting on us too, right? Both Hobi and I are here for you."

“I know, guys. I just hope this works. I don't want to go on like this, but I'm afraid."

Seeing Emmy's teary eyes, Hobi and Woosung tried to give her encouragement and reassure her that everything would be alright and that they were sure she would come out of it.

Meanwhile, the musician talked with Jin. He clearly couldn't explain everything, but he did make him aware that it was a serious situation and that he had made the decision to move in with Emmy for a while. Yoongi tried to assure his friend that that didn't exempt him from paying his part of the rent, but Jin became enraged and practically demanded that he accept his help for the first time and not worry about the rent for as long as necessary.

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In My Life

Chapter 22

Something

One issue at a time.  Demelza had a very restless night’s sleep after their discussion about Drake.   Ross hated that she had such a fitful night, tossing and turning, talking in her sleep.   He didn’t like seeing her so upset, but he was sure that he had done the right thing by telling her what Drake had been unable to tell her himself.  Ross left Demelza to sleep in and quietly dressed and got ready to meet the day.   He hadn’t had a chance to speak with her about going to Cornwall for New Year’s because of their talk about Drake, but he knew they were going to have to talk about the visit soon.  But maybe not today, not with Drake coming over later on.  One issue at a time.  

While straightening up the living room, Ross had received a text from his mum saying that they had left London to go home to Cornwall.  He thought it was strange that his mum texted him instead of calling him.  The whole situation with his parents was still niggling at him, but he had to put it aside with Drake coming over in a couple hours.  One issue at a time, Ross thought to himself.   Drake.  The more Ross thought about Drake and the fact that he had told Demelza, the more he thought he should give Drake a call and let him know that his sister is aware that he is gay, so he knew what he could be walking into.  

Ross stepped outside with Seamus and called Drake.

“Ross.  Hi! What’s up?”

“Morning Drake.  Look, I don’t have long to talk, but I just wanted to let you know that last night after everyone had left, I went ahead and told Demelza that you’re gay.”

“Ross!  Why?  I thought we agreed that I was going to tell her.”

“I know and I am sorry, but I hated the fact that I was hiding something from Demelza, and I wanted to be honest and upfront with her.”

“Well, how did she take it?”

“I’m not going to lie to you.  She was upset and cried a little bit about it.  But I think she was more upset that you had kept it from her all of these years.  She didn’t sleep well last night, so I haven’t woken her up yet, so I’m going to get off the phone and fix her something to eat. You still planning on coming over around 1:00?”

“It might be more like 2:00, but yeah I’ll be there.  I’ll text you when I’m on my way over.”

“Okay, sounds good.  We’ll see you later.  Cheers mate.”  Ross hung up.  “Come on Seamus, let's go inside boy.”  

After feeding Seamus, Ross took a look in the fridge to see what he could fix Demelza to eat.  There was some good crusty bread so he decided on French toast and bacon.  He considered himself to be an expert French toast cook, and always sprinkled powdered sugar on it to make it look fancy.

He loaded up the breakfast tray with a pot of tea and two cups, the plate of food, syrup that he had warmed up in the microwave, butter, and a sliced orange on the side.  He had wished that he had a rose to put on the tray to make it perfect.  Maybe next time.  

Ross carefully carried the tray up the stairs.  It didn’t help that Seamus was following him up the stairs.  “Seamus if you trip me, there will be hell to pay.”  Seamus barked back at him as if to tell him to hurry up.  “Shhhh, you’re going to wake up Demelza.”   He hadn’t heard any stirring from the bedroom so hopefully she didn’t hear the commotion on the stairs.  But it didn’t matter since Seamus decided to jump on the bed and laid on top of Demelza  to lick her face.  Demelza woke up giggling at the scene on their bed.  

“Seamus, get down and leave her alone!”  Ross had absolutely no control over the situation with Seamus barking at his master, tail wagging, and Demelza laughing at Seamus.  “Seamus, get down!”  Seamus proceeded to ignore Ross’s demands, and started jumping around on the bed, barking even louder.  

“Come here Seamus!  Come here boy, lay down with me,”  Demelza instructed the hyper beast.  “Well this is definitely a fun way to wake up!  Ross, you’re all dressed, what time is it?”

Ross found a spot to sit on the bed and leaned in to give Demelza a morning kiss.  “Morning love.  It’s about 11:00.  You seemed so restless last night, I let you sleep in, and if we can get this beast out of our bed, I will serve you breakfast in bed milady!”  He got up to retrieve the tray from the dresser where he had placed it out of Seamus’s reach.  “You have French toast, bacon, an orange and some tea.”

Much to Seamus’s dismay , Demelza quickly made him leave the bed when she saw the tray of food.  “Judas Ross!  This is lovely!  What did I do to deserve this?”  She sat up so that Ross could set the tray down on her lap.  

“Oh, just because I love you, and wanted to spoil you!  And like I said, you didn’t seem to sleep well last night, so I wanted you to wake up to something nice.  I wasn’t expecting Seamus to spoil everything and wake you up before I had a chance to.   I’m starting to think Seamus is becoming more your dog than mine!”

Demelza laughed at that while she buttered her French toast and poured a bit of syrup over it.   “Oh he didn’t ruin anything.  Look at his face, he wants back up in bed so badly.”  Demelza took a large bite of her French toast.  “Mmmm Ross this is really good.  Feel free to make this for me anytime you want!  How is this the first time that you’ve ever fixed this for me!!”

“Well, if you will recall, I have been laid up a bit with my foot.  But seeing as how I am pretty much healed, I can spoil you like this again if you like.”

“Mmmm I like. Can I share some of this deliciousness with you?”  She fed Ross a bite of her food.  

“Mmmm well, I did have a couple of bites when I was cooking.  Don’t worry about me, this is for you.”

Demelza took another bite, and then fed Ross another bite.  He laughed at her because her mouth opened as she fed him like a mother feeding her baby.  

“Well, if you insist on feeding me, I’m going to sit closer so I don’t drip syrup all over the bed.”

“Mmmm please do.”  Demelza poured some tea for the both of them.  “So what have you been up to this morning?”

“Oh nothing much.  Picked up the living room, mum texted to let me know that they were on their way home.  I spoke with Drake on the phone, told him what I had told you last night.  He’s still planning on coming over around 2:00.”  He took Demelza’s hand and brought it to his lips.  “So how do you feel about all of this?”

“Well you’re right, I didn’t sleep well last night.  I think I’m just more upset that Drake didn’t confide in me.  We’ve always told each other everything.”

Ross raised his eyebrow at her and smirked, “Everything?”

She smirked back at him, “Well no, not EVERYTHING!  Cheeky you!  But most everything.  I feel sad that he’s been hiding this part of him from me for all of this time.  I guess now when I look back, the signs were there, I just never put it together.”  She ate the last of her bacon and handed the fork to Ross.  “Here, I’m full if you want the rest.”

“Now look at who is being cheeky eating all of the bacon!  Was it crispy enough for ya?” He shoved the last bites of French toast in his mouth.

“Oh yeah, it was perfectly crisp, just the way I like it.  Thanks love.”  

“You’re welcome.”  Ross set the tray on the dresser and slinked back in bed with a sultry look in his eyes.  “Mmmm I think you have a bit of syrup left on your chin.  I better take care of it for you.”  He willingly licked the imaginary syrup off of her chin.  “Mmm there’s some more on your neck.  I better take care of that for you, my love.”  Ross lowered his mouth to Demelza’s neck.  She gladly raised her head to give Ross more room to work his charms.  She let out a moan that sounded like his name which caused him to smile.  

“Rossss.”

“Yes, my love.”  He raised his face to look her in the eyes.  Ross raised up to straddle her lap.

Demelza looked at him with eyes that left no doubt in his mind what she was thinking.  “Ummm, do you think that after my brother leaves today, that we could have the rest of the day just to ourselves?”  She had a hand on each of his thighs, slowly creeping up and down, feeling the muscles in his thighs along the way.  Ross let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes at the sparks running through him as he felt her hands on his body.  He leaned in for a long kiss that left no doubt as to what he was thinking, “You read my mind, luuve.”

“Is that your mind that I feel poking me in the stomach?”

Ross couldn’t help but laugh, “Cheeky you!”  Ross grabbed Demelza and started tickling her in the ribs and Demelza started screaming.  “Rooosssss!!!  Stop it!!!   Bloody hell stooop!!!”  Ross grabbed her and teased her as they rolled around on the bed, laughing and giggling and carrying on.  Seamus started barking and jumped up on the bed wanting in on the fun!!  They ended up with Demelza on top looking down on Ross, copper curls tousled all around her head, still in her lavender baby doll nightie, Ross tracing the edging with the back of his finger, while his other hand was caressing her bare thigh.  “My love, you are a vision to behold, looking down at me.  I am so lucky to have found you on that aeroplane, such a woman, beautiful inside and out.  I need you so much. It feels like it’s been forever since we last joined together.”  Ross’s low voice sent shivers down Demelza’s spine.  She wanted him as much as he wanted her.  She leaned down on him and began to kiss him, at first tenderly, but it didn’t take long before it turned heated, burning between their mouths, moans escaping both of them feeling like they couldn’t get enough of each other.  Demelza had lifted up Ross’s shirt so that she could get to his chest and kiss him all over, running a tongue over his nipples.   Ross hissed, “Oh God Demelza.”  She could smell the natural musk of his body.  He quickly flipped her over and pulled down one of her straps so that he could reveal a breast and began to kiss it and caress the nipple with his tongue.  Demelza unconsciously arched her back into him allowing him more purchase.  “Rossss.  Ohhh…”

Ross ignored the buzzing in his pocket.  Then it buzzed again.  He stopped giving Demelza’s breast attention, and raised up.  “Fuck!!!”

“What is it?  Why did you stop? What’s wrong Ross??  Did I do something wrong??”  Demelza became frantic, since she was very new to this type of situation.

Ross pulled out his phone, “No, no my love, it’s not you it’s your brother!”

“What?”

“He’s on his way over here.  Fuck!  I am so sorry, darlin.  He said he wasn’t coming until around 2:00.   I guess we had better sort ourselves out before he gets here.”

“Bloody hell.  Well that was a mood killer!”

Ross looked at Demelza and gave her a side smile, “That’s putting it mildly.”

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Demelza was curled up on the sofa, in her sweat pants and an oversized cardigan that looked like it wrapped around her twice, and a pair of Ross’s wool socks.  Ross brought her another cuppa and sat down beside her.  “Oh thank you.  Do you think it’s cold in here?  I’m freezing.”

“No, I’m fine.  Would you like a blanket or an afghan?  I’ll go get you one from the spare bedroom.”  Ross came back with an old crocheted blanket in different shades of blue.  “Here you go love.  Do you want it wrapped around you or laid across your lap?”

“Oh thank you.  Um just lay it across my lap.  How old is this afghan?  Did your mum make it?”

Ross obliged her and then placed the back of his hand on her forehead to see if she had a fever.  “It’s pretty old.  Not sure who made it.  It had actually laid on Claude Anthony’s bed, and when I went away to university, I took it with me so that I would have something of his.  You don’t feel feverish.  I’m worried about you.  Are you going to be alright?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.  Maybe it’s just nerves waiting for Drake.”  She had laid her hand on his face to caress it.  “Are you sure you want me to use this blanket if it was Claude’s?”

“Yes of course, it’s fine.   Babe, would you like me to make myself scarce when Drake gets here so you two can talk in private?  I don’t mind.  I could go to the shop and pick something up for dinner, or just go upstairs.  Whatever you feel comfortable with…”

“Um yeah, maybe.  That’s very thoughtful of you to think of that.  You don’t have to leave though, if you just want to go upstairs for a while after he gets here.  Drake might feel more at ease if it’s just the two of us.  I could always text you when I think it’s okay to come down or if I need you.”

“Sure, sure.  That sounds good.  Whatever you need, Dem.  I’m here for you.”  Ross picked up her hand and kissed it lovingly.  There was a knock at the front door and Ross stood up to get it, but first he had to stop and kiss Demelza’s lips.

Ross opened the door, “Drake, come on in mate.  How’s it going?  Here let me take your coat.”  Ross closed the door and put Drake’s coat away in the closet behind the door.

“Hiya.  Thanks, Ross.  Happy Boxing Day everyone!”  He walked over to give Demelza a hug.  “Sister, you look all snug as a bug there all wrapped up.  Are you sick?”

“No, no, I’ve just caught a chill and can’t get warm.  I’ve even nicked a pair of Ross’s wool socks!  Here, sit down next to me.  Do you want some water, or a cuppa?”

“Yeah that sounds good, I’ll have some tea.  Hi Seamus, how ya doin?”  Drake couldn’t resist giving Seamus a hug and some attention.

Ross was smiling at Drake with Seamus.  “Well, when Demelza and I decide to go to Switzerland, we will have to hire you and Michael to take care of Seamus for us.  I’ll go make a pot of tea for the two of you.”

Drake looked at Demelza.  “So Switzerland, eh?  That will be really nice.  I’ve heard it’s really pretty there.”

“Yes, it will be nice to get away, but we will have to figure out where to fit it in since we have to go to Nampara over New Year’s.”

“How do you feel about going back to Cornwall after all these years?”

“Well, I haven’t had much time to take it all in and talk about it with Ross.  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a tad nervie about it.  You know, ‘bout the possibility of running into da.  Have you heard from Sam lately?”

“Uh yeah, I had an email from him last night when we got home.”  Demelza bowed her head a little when Drake said ‘when we got home’.   “He said things are going great at the orphanage that he’s working at.  The kids were all excited for Christmas.  They don’t get much in the way of gifts, mainly things like an orange, candy canes, that sort of thing.  But he said someone donated some toys for the kids, so that was nice.”

Ross walked back in with a tray holding a pot of tea, sugar and cream and some lemon, along with a cup and saucer for Drake, and some biscuits.  

“Wow Ross, that’s very nice of you.”  Drake said.

“Well, I couldn’t remember how you liked your tea, so I put a little bit of everything on there.  Enjoy!  I’m going to go upstairs for a bit.  Do you need another blanket?”  He bent over and gave Demelza another reassuring kiss. 

“No, I'm good. Thanks babe.”  Demelza watched him leave the room and then poured Drake a cup of tea.

And then the awkward lull set in between the two siblings.  They gave each other quick glances, each wondering who was going to speak up first.  

Demelza cleared her throat and tried to speak.  “So. Um…”

A fidgety Drake took a big sigh and decided to just dive in.  “So yeah.  Ross said that he told you that I’m, um, gay.   Sooo, how do ya feel ‘bout tha?”

“How do I feel about it?  Well let’s see…  I’m still proper gobsmacked over it.  Judas Drake! I never suspected it at all.”

“You didn’t think it was strange that I never went out with anyone, any girls I mean.”

“I just thought you were being shy and awkward like you’ve always been.  Drake, I love you.  I always have and I always will.  Nothing’s going to change how I feel about ya.  I kinda feel like you’re my son since I’ve practically raised you since you were born.”

“Tha’s a relief.”  His eyes started welling up.  “I’m sorry that I’ve never told ya.  I just didn’t want ya to think less of me.  I didn’t want to lose you like Michael lost his family.  I couldn’t risk…”  he started to really cry and let it out, Demelza pulled him in and put her arms around him and started to gently rock him like a mom would cradle her child.  

“Judas Drake!  I would never turn my back on you.  I just feel so bad that you’ve held this secret for so long.  What a heavy burden that must have been all these years.  I’m kind of upset that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me after everything that we’ve been through.”

“I’m sorry Dem.  I’m so sorry.  Sam is never around, so you and Michael are my whole world.”

Demelza held him up so he could wipe his tears from his face.  “Have ya told Sam?”

Drake just shook his head no.  “He’s so hell, fire and damnation.  I’m scared that he’ll stop talking to me.”

“Oh I don’t know.  He might surprise you.  Brotherly love is a powerful thing.  Would you like me to tell him?  Hmm?”

“I don’t know.  Lemme think about it.”

*********

Ross had been worried about Demelza and Drake, so he stopped midway up the stairs to sit down and listen to the conversation to make sure everything went alright.  He was quite fond of Drake, and was beginning to think of him as a brother or a brother-in-law already.  At times, he felt guilty about feeling that way about someone else that wasn’t Claude Anthony.  He had never thought about having a brother-in-law, mainly because Elizabeth was an only child.   The relationship between Demelza and Drake had confused him at first, but the more he learned about their family dynamics, the more he understood it.  Drake was the youngest of the family and was very young when their mother died, so it was only natural that he looked up to Demelza as a surrogate mother at times.  It didn’t seem like they kept in touch with the rest of the brothers except for Sam.  It sounded like they had all scattered as soon as they could leave home.  

“So tell me about Michael, and your relationship with him.  How did the two of you meet?”

Drake smiled at the motherly tone Demelza took with her questions about Michael.  “Well, we’ve been together for three years.  About two years ago we moved in together…”

Demelza stopped him, “Wait!  Before you go any further, have the two of you been careful with each other and previous partners?  Like do you wear condoms and have you been tested?  Both of you I mean, because there’s a lot of shite out there.”

This made Ross smile to himself, Demelza taking over the motherly role in making sure that Drake and Michael had taken precautions.  

Drake smiled at Demelza asking him about wearing condoms and such.  “Yes, sister, we’ve been very careful.  We each got tested every couple of months in the beginning of our relationship.  And to be honest, I’ve only had one other partner.  Michael has had a couple, but we are both clean, so you don’t have to worry about that.  I love him Dem, and he loves me.  I love him more than anythin in this world and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.”

Demelza loved hearing her brother talk about Michael like this.  She couldn’t help but smile at the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about Michael, and their relationship.  This is what she’s always wanted for her brother - someone to love. Drake talked about how they first met at the dry cleaners when Michael had dropped off some clothes to be cleaned.  He was going for a job interview and needed his suit cleaned and pressed.  How they stood there making idle chit chat with one another for about 20 minutes.  When Michael came back to pick up his clothes, they ended up going out for a pint after the store closed.  The next week Michael came back again to drop off a jumper to get cleaned.  Drake had laughed that every week Michael would find some piece of clothing that he would need to drop off until he had run out of clothes!  Michael finally asked Drake out to celebrate him getting the sales job at the hotel where he had the interview.  

“We took things slow for the first couple of months, but it was hard.  Neither one of us had much experience, ya know, with relationships.  And with his family kicking him out of the house, he was pretty much a loner, and with our family history not being any better, we were both skittish like colts, afraid of getting hurt.  But, here we are three years later and still going strong.  We get each other ya know.  He’s been after me to tell you, and I had been thinking lately of tellin ya.  Then when Ross walked in on us, well, he didn’t give me any choice!”

“Good!  I’m glad he didn’t give you any choice!  Oh Drake, I’m so glad that you’re finally being open with me, and as far as I’m concerned, you can be open with everyone, but that’s not my call, it’s yours and I’ll respect your wishes.  But I think you’ll find that the more open you are, the happier you will be.”

“I reckon you’re right, sister.  It might take some getting used to, but it would be nice not caring what anyone else thinks.”

Demelza leaned over and gave her brother a big hug.  “I love you Drakie!  I just want you to be happy, and to be loved by somebody special, and it looks like you’ve found that!  Hey!”

Drake sat back from his sister, “What?”

“You two should get married!!”

“Married!  I don’t know about that.”

“Well why not?  You’ve been together long enough!”

“I bet you’ll be the first one to get married out of us.  You and Ross for sure will be gettin married soon!”

Ross was still sitting on the stairs and perked his ears up at this, curious to hear what Demelza would say.

“Maybe, but we haven’t been together nearly as long as you and Michael have.”  They both started laughing at each other.  “We’ll see.  Oh Lord, who would have ever thought all of those years ago, growing up in that shack, that we two would be sitting here together, free from da and Cornwall, with lives that we can be proud of, and the both of us talking of getting married.”

“Do you think mum would be upset about me being gay?”

“No, mum didn’t have it in her to hate.  I think she would be understanding of it all.  And I think that she would be that proud of us.”  Demelza had tears in her eyes thinking about her mum.

Drake was holding Dem’s hands, “I hope so.  You have more memory of her than I do, so I will take your word for it.”  Drake stood up and stretched his arms.  It had been a long, emotional chat.  “Well, I think I’m going to be going.  We’re going out for dinner tonight with friends.”

Demelza stood up and grabbed her tall brother around the waist.  “Well, I guess I’ll let you go if I must.  I’ll talk to you when we figure out what we’re doing for New Year’s and Cornwall.”

Drake started for the door, “Okay sounds good.  Give Ross a hug for me.  Cheers, sister!”

“Cheers.”  Demelza closed the door behind Drake, and leaned against it and let out a big sigh.  She walked over to the staircase and crept around the wall of the staircase and scared Ross.  

“Oh shit you scared me!!  How’d you know I was here?”

Demelza was laughing at him, “Because I could tell you didn’t go up all of the stairs, ya wanker!”

“Are you mad at me for listening in?  I was just worried about you.”

“Noo, I’m not mad.  But you have to come down and hold me.”

Ross smiled at her, “I can do that.”

**********

Ross had gotten another blanket to add to the other one that was already in use.   The rest of the afternoon was spent curled up on the couch together, snacking on leftovers, snogging every now and then, binging on “The Crown”.  Ross wasn’t a fan of the series, but Demelza had been enjoying it so that’s all that mattered.  Tomorrow was Sunday so they had another day to themselves which they were both looking forward to.  Just the two of them hiding from the outside world.   They needed this time together, just to be together, talk about things or not talk and just, hold each other.  Ross was hoping that there would be a lot of lovemaking tonight.  It had been two nights since their first night together, so he knew he was going to still be careful and not hurt Demelza.  They were sitting in a position where Ross could easily lay kisses on Demelza’s neck and blow in her ear to make her giggle.  

“How do we know that any of this is true?” Ross asked of ‘The Crown’.

“Well, I’m sure there are some documents in archives that maybe they’ve read.  I don’t believe that all of it is true.  But you know there are always leaks from the palace,” explained Demelza.

“I suppose.  So, do you want to talk about next weekend in Cornwall?” Ross asked.

Demelza sighed and paused the program, “I guess we should.  I haven’t been back in years because I’ve never wanted to risk running into my da, but your mum seemed to have her heart set on it, so I couldn’t say no.  Has it been some sort of tradition that you go down for New Year’s?”

“No not at all, but you’re right about mum, she sure did seem like she had her heart set on us coming.  I wonder if they’re planning on telling me what’s going on.”

“Maybe.  My last concert is on the 30th, so I’m free after that.  I need to practise tomorrow.   It will be nice to see Caroline again.  What do you think we will be doing while we’re there?”

“I don’t know really, other than going to Caroline’s party.  It’ll be nice to see Jud and Prudi again.  I haven’t seen them in a long time.  Do you know how to ride?  We could always go out for a short ride if the weather isn’t bad.”

“Nope.  I’ve never been on a horse.”

“Do you want to learn?  I could teach you.  Our horses are pretty gentle.”

“Um.  Sure, I wouldn’t mind trying it if the weather is good.  It’s usually warmer down there.”

“Maybe I can introduce you to some of my friends from when I was growing up.  I’m sure that you will like them.  Most of them are related to my assistant Jenny.  She might be around as well.  And of course Jud and Prudie will be around as well.”

“Oh that’s right, your servants.”

“They aren’t my servants!”

“So, I’m not sure how it works… do they bow when they enter the room or leave the room, and do they stand outside the front door when guests pull up the driveway like on Downton Abbey?”

“Demelza of course not…”  Ross spotted Dem giggling at him now and he realised she was teasing him.  “Oh bloody hell, you mad nutter!”  He proceeded to tickle Demelza until they were both rolling on the floor laughing, Seamus barking at his crazy owners.  

“Does your da usually get out of Illogan much?  I don’t want to run into him either.”

“No, from what I’ve heard he usually sticks close to home, whatever is left of it.  Ross, I don’t know what I would do if I saw him again.  The last thing I want to do is to break down and cry.  I don’t want to give him that satisfaction.”

“Well, we don’t have any reason to go to Illogan, so we should be safe.  I could always punch him out for you.  I’d love to do that.”

“Judas Ross no!  Violence is never the answer.  I had enough of that shite living in that house. Besides, he’s not worth it.”

“I would if you wanted me to.  I’m sure Charles will try to get us to come over to Trenwith for a family dinner at some point.”

“And… will we go?”

“Hell no!  I have no desire to sit across the dinner table from Francis and Elizabeth and their son.”

“Ross, it’s been a long time since all of that happened.  Don’t you think you can move on from it? He is your cousin after all.”

“I have moved on.  I still have love for Francis in my heart, and truthfully, if dinner would just be with Francis I might consider it, but not with Elizabeth.”

“Doesn’t sound like you’ve moved on, Ross.”

He pulled Demelza up on his lap so he could look her in the face.  “I have moved on.  Do you know how I know?  It’s because I’ve been able to open my heart again to you.  Only you.  I love only you.  But I realised a long time again how Elizabeth is manipulative and can play games with people and it sickens me.  I don’t want to be near her because I know she’ll pull this whole ‘Oh Ross, can’t we be friends.  I’m sorry that I hurt you,’ and put this fake face on.  It makes my stomach turn just thinking about it.”

“Are you still that vulnerable to her charms?” Demelza asked seriously.

“No!  Not at all.  I just… damnit!  I’m not explaining this very well.  What would you do if your dad told you that he is a changed man, that he needs you to come home, and that he’s not like he used to be.  Would you believe him?”

“Fuck no!  Not a word!”  Ross raised an eyebrow at Demelza because she rarely used the F word and it tickled him.

“That’s how I feel about Elizabeth.  Disgust has replaced the pain.  I just don’t want to be around her and see her be all fake towards me and other people, because I’ve learned what kind of a person she really is.  Does that make sense?”

“I think so.  I really have no desire to meet her but I would if you wanted me to.  So that settles that!  No da, no Elizabeth!”  She leaned in to give him a kiss to seal it.  “So, it’s what, a five hour drive down there?”

“Yep.  We can leave first thing in the morning on the 31st and get there around 1 o’clock barring any bad weather.”

“Sounds good.  Now, sleeping arrangements while we are there.  I’m assuming you and I will be in separate rooms?”

“What? No, why on earth would we do that?”

“Ross, out of respect for your parents.  They probably don’t want us sharing a bed while we are there.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure that won’t be an issue, and if it is, we will go find a hotel room, because I am not sleeping in a separate bedroom from you!”  

“Have you ever slept with Elizabeth in your bed at Nampara?”

“No.  She never wanted to spend much time at Nampara.  And I’ve never brought any other woman home to Nampara.  The kind of women I used to date before you were not the kind that you want to bring home to your mother.”

“Oh.  So I’m the first to sleep in your bed?”

“You are the very first, and if I have anything to say about it, you will be the last, my love.”

“Ahhh interesting.”

He put his hands on the back of her head and pulled her in for a full on kiss, teeth accidentally clashing.  Ross ran his tongue over Demelza’s lips, so she opened her mouth for his tongue to explore her mouth once again.  Ross started to moan.  “How about I grab us a bottle of wine and some glasses, and you can grab us some food, and we take it upstairs and get comfortable up there.”

“Mmmm I like that idea.  Last one upstairs is a rotten egg!!” Demelza laughed at him as they raced off the sofa to the kitchen.

*********

It was early evening, but it’s the time of year where the sky was getting dark early so Demelza turned a bedside lamp on.  She had her back turned towards Ross, and started pulling her sweatshirt off and then she remembered what she was wearing underneath and smiled.  She slowly walked over to Ross and placed her hands on his chest, prompting Ross to place his hands on her round arse cheeks giving them a squeeze.  Her blue eyes were sparkling up at his bourbon coloured eyes. They stood there for a moment smiling  just looking into each other’s eyes.

“Ross, would you like to undress me?”

“Mmmm, yes please.”  He loosened her bottoms with his thumbs and let her lounge pants drop to the floor.  She carefully stepped out of them, but she noticed that he hadn’t looked at what she was wearing underneath them.  He pulled her sweatshirt off and then gasped!  

“Demelza, what are you wearing?”  He had a giddy smile on his face.  She stepped back so he could see all of her.  She was wearing her Star Wars bra and bottoms.  Her confidence had come back to her earlier in the day, so she quickly put them on under her sweats when he thought she was in the bathroom!!

Demelza struck a pose like a model and then twirled around.  “Do you like it?”

Ross was chuckling by now, “I love it!!  You little vixen when did you put those on?”

“Oh I put them on earlier when I went to the bathroom.  Do you think it looks slutty?”

“Mmmm no, not at all.  It accentuates everything perfectly.  Is this what you changed out of last night?”

Demelza looked down and bit her lip, “Yes.  I chickened out at the last minute because I was afraid that you would think it looked slutty.”

“Awww baby you never have to be afraid with me.  I love it.  I love what you wore to bed last night.  I love you in sweats.  Now, I am feeling very overdressed right now.  Care to do something about that?”

“With pleasure.”  Demelza quickly pulled off his t-shirt and started kissing and biting his neck and jawline.  She couldn’t help but rub her face in the mass of soft curls on his chest.  “So beautiful,” she whispered.  She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans.  She struggled a little at this but she would learn to get better at it.  She shoved his jeans down to the floor, grabbing his firm arse along the way.  Ross didn’t waste time stepping out of the jeans and picked his love up as she wrapped her legs around his waist.  Passionate kisses ensued with exploring tongues, lips everywhere, moans coming from both of them.  Ross tripped on something on the floor and tried his best not to drop Demelza on the bed, but it didn’t work and they both fell on the bed, bouncing and laughing.  

“So much for me trying to be romantic!” Ross said laughing.  He scooted closer to her face, noses rubbing against each other.  

Demelza rolled over on her side to admire Ross’s body some more, lightly caressing him with her fingers.  Her lips made their way down his torso laying kisses and small bites along the way.  She heard light whispers of her name.  Her caresses made their way down to his muscled thighs avoiding his hardening member.  She wasn’t quite that brave yet.  Ross was enjoying laying there while she explored his body some more.  He wanted her to get comfortable with his body and their bodies together in lovemaking.  “I am yours to do with as you wish, my love,” he said softly.    

“Close your eyes,” Demelza asked.  He sighed and did as she asked.  She didn’t want him to watch her explore his body.  She climbed on top of him and straddled his lap while she ran both hands up and down his chest.  She leaned down to lavish attention on his right nipple, gently biting on it, blowing on it.  Then she started paying attention to the other nipple.  She hadn’t noticed that Ross had grabbed her by the buttocks and gently started moving her up and down.  Both of their under garments were still on causing friction between the two of them, adding to the tension between them.  

Ross opened his eyes and looked at the vision of Demelza sitting on top of him.  Her eyes were closed, lips slightly parted.  This was a sight that he would never tire of.  He sat up so he could unhook the Star Wars bra.  “This has to come off, baby,” and he devoured her left breast causing Demelza to gasp and moan, “Ross!”  She wrapped her hands around the back of his head running her fingers through his hair.  He started kissing his way over to the other breast, sucking hard on the underside of the breast.  He wanted to leave his mark on her but was sure to leave it where only her eyes could see it.  Demelza’s head was laying back, her flaming hair cascading down her back.   Ross was awed by just how beautiful she looked at this moment. He was torn between watching her or rolling them over so he could remove their bottoms.  He decided on the latter, and held her as he flipped her over on her back.  Locking eyes with Demelza, Ross made quick work out of removing her knickers.  Her arms were laying at the side of her head, mouth slightly open.  She looked like a goddess laying there like this.  He decided to slow things down a little to make everything last longer.  He grabbed her left foot and massaged it a little, and then brought her foot to his mouth so that he could kiss her ankle.  Then he held her bent leg so that he could nip and kiss his way up her calf.  When he got to her knee she started giggling at the light touches he was placing at her kneecap.  He had forgotten this was one of her ticklish spots!  “Oh my dear, there’s a better spot that I want to tickle you,” he said with a low voice. 

He reminded her of a panther as he crawled up in between her legs, the muscles in his gorgeous arms flexing.  He laid kisses on her belly and her hips, making his way down to her most intimate spot.  Demelza’s mind was going a mile a minute.  She knew where he was going, and had heard about how good it was supposed to be, but she wasn’t sure about it. 

 “Um, Ross…”

“Mmmm…”

“You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to.”

Ross stopped what he was doing and looked up at her.  “I know I don’t have to.  I want to.  I want to give you pleasure.  Do you not want me to?”

“I don’t know. I’m kind of nervous about it.”

Ross tried to not look disappointed.  Giving a woman pleasure with his mouth was one of his favourite parts of making love.  “How about you let me try, and if you really don’t like it and want me to stop, just say so, and I’ll stop.  No pressure, okay?”

Demelza gave him a slight smile and shook her head, “Okay.”

Ross proceeded to lower his head and nuzzle gently into the patch of copper curls, fingers caressing her folds.  Demelza took a deep breath to try to relax. “Demelza you’re so beautiful.”  (She wasn’t quite sure what to think about that compliment.)  Butterfly kisses soon turned into licks.  Ross moved his right hand up to her belly to caress her, hopefully relaxing her.  Having not heard any complaints from Demelza, Ross decided to amp up the intensity with his actions.  Demelza let out an “Ohhhh”.  Ross raised his head in panic and asked if she was alright to which she responded, “Oh yesss…”  That put a smile on Ross’s face and he continued with his ministrations.  He wanted her to feel how much he loved her and how much he enjoyed giving her pleasure.  All of his concentration was on her and the lovely noises she was starting to make.  He felt her hand in his hair giving a slight pull.  She hadn’t realised that she was starting to raise her hips in response to everything she was feeling.  “Oh Judas Ross.”  She could feel the burn in her low belly start to build.  “Please Ross… “   Unfortunately, Ross’s hardness was starting to be a bit painful hearing her pleas but he was determined to bring Demelza to her end of things first.  He could hear her whimper, and felt her pull on his hair more than before.  Ross looked up at Demelza and was enamoured by the look on her face.  So beautiful.  She had started to caress one of her breasts which totally blew his mind.  He wondered if she even realised that she was doing it.  

“Oh Ross, please….”

“Please what, my love?”

“I don’t know, just….”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“NO!  Don’t, don’t stop!  I just …”  She could feel the throbbing in her centre, but she couldn’t vocalise it.  She swore she could hear her own blood rushing through her veins.  

Ross enjoyed the fact that she didn’t know what she wanted, but he had a feeling he knew what she needed. He stopped what he was doing which made Demelza yell out “hey!”  Ross chuckled, “hang on, hang on”.  He moved up to place a couple of pillows under her head so that she could sit up more and watch Ross if she wanted to.  “There, that should make you more comfortable.  Enjoy the view if you like.”  Ross laid himself between Demelza's legs once again and slipped his hands under her buttocks and lifted her so that he could get in a better position to finish what he had started.  She felt completely lost in the sensations that Ross was creating with every movement he made with his mouth.  If someone had yelled fire she didn’t think she would be able to move!

She started trembling and could feel her end coming close.  Between Ross’s moans and that of her own, she finally let go.  “Rooosss!” Tears were streaming down her face.  She didn’t know why, but they weren’t sad tears.  Ross finally raised his head and saw that she was still shaking a little and climbed up on top of her and wrapped his arms around her to help warm her up, while his lips kissed her lips passionately and full of love. The thought ran through her mind that she was tasting herself on Ross’s lips.  

Ross looked up at Demelza and wiped away her tears, “Are you alright, love?”  He was worried that this might have been too much too soon for her.  

“Yes.  I’m just a little…”

“Overwhelmed?”

“Yes.  It was very …”

“Intense?”

“Very!”  She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him back down for another kiss.  “Mmmm but just in case you were wondering, you can do that to me anytime you want.”

Ross started chuckling, “I’ll keep that in mind milady.”  Ross could feel Demelza’s hands reach under the elastic band at the back of his boxers to squeeze his cheeks and push down his boxers.  Ross helped her pull them off.  Demelza reached for his member and he grabbed her wrist, “Please don’t I’m too close, and I want to be inside of you.”

She smiled at him and moved her hands to his glorious chest of brown curls.  She had never thought a hairy chest was attractive until she met Ross.  “You are all mine,” she whispered.  “Mmm yes my love, I am all yours, and you’re all mine.  Every square inch of you.”  And with that he entered her slowly, both of them gasping at the same time.  Ross dropped his head to Demelza’s neck, “God, Demelza.  You feel so fucking good.”  He waited a little bit to let her adjust before pulling out.  He raised up to look her in the eyes, her face slightly flushed.  “Please know that I love you,” his face and voice expressing his seriousness.  Demelza placed her hand on his face, “I do, my love,” and she reached up and kissed him firmly on his lips.  She could see the perspiration beading down his face and neck and decided she wanted to taste him and began to run her tongue slowly from his clavicle all the way up his neck, making him shiver.  He tastes salty like the sea air she thought. “Oh bloody hell, Demelza!”  Ross proceeded to pull out and enter her again, trying to go slow to make it last but he was already pretty aroused.  

“Dem…”

Demelza covered his mouth with her finger, and shushed him, “Shhhh… stop talking and make love to me.”  She couldn’t help but smile up at him, as he smiled back at her.  

“Are you laughing at me?” Ross asked.  

“Maybe.  You’re so sweet to worry about me but I’m fine.”  She raised up and pushed back at him so that she was straddling his lap. She wrapped both of her hands around his neck and pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss.

“Oh you’re more than fine Demelza.”  Pretty soon tongues and lips went everywhere, Ross had his hands on Demelza’s hips, helping her raise up on and down on him, his eyes black with passion.  The heat between them was undeniable.  Demelza was gasping and moaning louder than ever before with the position she was in causing her to feel Ross deeper than before.  Ross was feeling himself get closer to his end but he wanted Demelza to come again and had a feeling that she was getting close.  He moved his thumb between them at where they were joined to help her along.  “Ohh, Ross!  So deep.”  She leaned her head on his head shoulder.  Ross whispered in her ear, “Come for me my love.”  Demelza heard an unfamiliar scream and then realised that it was her voice.  A few strokes later she heard Ross moaning in his climax, and laboured breathing coming from both of them. 

Ross grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her like he was never going to see her again.  Ross laid Demelza down on the bed managing to keep his lips on her.  Demelza couldn’t get enough of the feeling of their bodies pressed against each other and wrapped her legs around him, as Ross slid his arms under her shoulders ensuring another point of contact. 

When their breathing came back to normal Ross attempted to move off of Demelza, but she stopped him, “Ross no.  Please stay where you are.”

Ross smiled at Demelza, “My love, I am too heavy to lay on you, and I need to clean you up.”

“You’re not too heavy.  Please just stay.”

He kissed her on her forehead, “Alright.”  He pulled the blankets up around them and slid down a little so he could lay his head below her breasts.  It didn’t take long to hear the change in Demelza’s breathing signalling that she had fallen asleep, so he carefully rolled off her and went to the bathroom to get a wash cloth so that he could wipe her clean.  He gently covered them both up and pulled her close to him so that he could hold her for the rest of the night.  He laid there with the love of his life wrapped in his arms, thinking about their wonderful night of lovemaking.  His heart felt so full he thought it might burst.  He knew that their relationship had grown so quickly, but he knew in his heart that she was it for him.  He didn’t want a life without her.  He could feel the scars on her back underneath his fingers.  Scars that her so-called father put there.  Anger flashed through him.  He whispered, “I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again, my love.”

********

“Something”

Written by George Harrison

Something in the way she moves

Attracts me like no other lover

Something in the way she woos me

I don’t want to leave her now

You know I believe and how

Somewhere in her smile she knows

That I don’t need no other lover

Something in her style that shows me

I don’t want to leave her now

You know I believe and how

You’re asking me will my love grow

I don’t know, I don’t know

You stick around now it may show

I don’t know, I don’t know

Something in the way she knows

And all I have to do is think of her

Something in the things she shows me

I don’t want to leave her now

You know I believe and how

#aidan turner #modernpoldark #six sentence sunday #demelza carne #eleanor tomlinson #work in progress #ross poldark #poldark #demelza poldark #modern poldark

[survey--s]

592.

List 5 things that have happened in the last 7 days. (They can be anything at all, anything that’s happened involving you, or your family, friends, partner) - I won a Facebook competition for free cake. - I met a new dog that I'm walking for the first time tomorrow. - I agreed to take on my sister-in-laws senior cat and now I'm wondering whether it's actually a good idea. - I went out for brunch with my mum and Mike, and then spent way too much on fancy chocolates afterwards. - I binge-watched four seasons of Two and a Half Men in two days.

If you found out your ex had a new partner, would you be upset? I'd be upset for her, lol.

How many friends do you have, whose name begins with G? I genuinely can't think of anyone right now.

Do you like anyone atm? What if you found out that someone else liked them too? I mean, I like my husband. If other people like him too then that's just their too bad, lol.

Have you ever had sex in someone else’s bed/bedroom? Yes.

Have you ever had sex on your bedroom floor? How about your living room floor? Not this bedroom floor but other bedroom floors. We have had sex on our living room floor though.

Where is one place you’ve thought about having sex, that might be considered unusual? I can't think of anywhere particularly unusual.

Have you ever received a compliment about any of the clothes you’re wearing? No, I don't think so.

When you kiss someone, do you like to play with their hair? Sometimes, yeah. It depends on the type of kiss, I guess.

Why did you hug the last person you hugged? Because I wanted to.

Do you ever find it difficult to put your thoughts/feelings into words? In person, yeah, but I manage fine if it's written down.

Have you ever loved a song to begin with, but then you listened to it so many times that you ended up getting sick of it? Of course.

Time for some questions about you and your significant other/crush. What is something you like, that he/she doesn’t like? Reality TV.

What is something he/she likes, that you don’t like? Horror movies.

Something you both like? The beach.

Something you both dislike? Slow drivers.

Do you regret sleeping with anyone? No.

Did anyone comfort you the last time you cried? What was your reason for crying? The last time I cried...I couldn't even tell you. I was probably alone.

What if you had a baby with the last person you kissed? I don't want children so that's not going to happen.

What’s the weirdest dream you can ever recall having? I have no idea, I have lots of weird dreams.

Is there anyone that likes you, other than the person you love/like/are with? Not so far as I know.

Did you wake up in someone’s arms this morning? No, but I did wake up with the dog using my legs as a pillow lol.

What was the last thing you spilled on yourself? Water from doing the dishes.

How long have you had the shirt you’re wearing? About four years, I think.

Do you ever brush your hair before you go to bed? No, I brush it after I shower and then sometimes before work if the front bits need taming.

Have you ever lied to the person you love/like? Yeah.

Who is the 9th contact in your phone? Have you ever hugged/kissed that person? Cath and no, I haven't.

Has anyone ever told you that they needed you? Do you think they meant it? Yes and I guess they felt as though they meant it at the time.

If the last person you kissed told you they loved you, would you believe them? Yeah, he tells me all the time.

How did you feel when you woke up today? What was the first thing you thought about? I felt a bit groggy but otherwise fine. The first thing I thought was what was the dog doing.

Do you still tell your parents that you love them? Yeah, of course.

Have you ever said “I love you” to someone you weren’t going out with? Sure, friends and family. And animals.

Random fact about the person you love/like? He has ADHD.

Have your parents ever disapproved of anyone you had a relationship with? Yeah, and in hindsight I should probably have listened to them, but there we go. That's how we learn, I guess.

Anything else you would like to say, to finish? Nope.

#survey #surveys

[tunawithsoysauce]

Day: 3???

17/4/24

Hiya!!!! Sorry i didnt write. Ive decided the most i'll pause the blog is three days. Also, shoutout to my sister that now reads this! Gonna be careful with what I put her now, haha. That's a joke. Er.

So! Hi. Been busy. With tests n stuff. Also kind of relapsed. 17 days and I throw it away. I c-t myself like an hour ago writing this too haha.

Well, I wont be pessimistic. I'll be fine. Its just a blip. I hope so, at least.

Enough about not-today-days. Here's my day today!!!

Woke up at six. Mentally prepared me for in total four hours of english exams. UGH. It sucked, but I did good. Anyways.

C-t myself in the morning. It was to prepare myself. I think. Yeah, it was.

I took the bus. I listened to some Weezer (Pinkerton, blue album, and green album!!!) And met Leija on my way from the bus station. She cheered me up so much. GOD I love her.

We settled in in the testroom thingie, and started. I got done super early (duh) and read Solitare (Alice oseman) for like 50 minutes. ITS SO GOOD. Ive read it at least eight times by now. But still. Epic. Book. (Sprolden AJSKSJDJ)

Me n Leija ate lunch. I actually ate (unlike any other day lmao) and it was fish burgers. Yuck. No im kidding. It actually tasted okay.

The rest of the break i just ran around with Leija. And Deim. I think I yelled so much my lungs would collapse. (Outside ofc)

And then the next test. It was super slow since we had to listen to some guy talking. BORING ASF. Anyways I fell asleep afterwards while the writing time was still going and Elsa woke me up.

I jumped around agressively and climbed a tree out of exitement. I scraped my knee falling from it :[

Anyways. We had homeroom (YUCK) and I was kind of riled up. Anxious. Whatever. My teacher looked at me and used his serious voice telling me to breathe. I rolled my eyes at him. But I was thankful.

Me and Leija just goofed off that lesson, lol. Not being annoying to anyone else ofc, just yk.

Then we had P.E. or well, I didn't. My wounds where fucking BOLTING and it hurt like HELL. I told my teacher. She looked at my wrist, looked at me, took me to another room and asked the standard stuff.

I answer truthfully.

(I downplayed it)

Anyways. She said a bunch of sentimental pitying stuff but then said:

"Nobody wants you to be gone."

And I resisted crying at that.

I spent the rest of the lesson watching Doctor who. Specifically any episode with Amy and River.

It was fun.

When It was over Leija asked if I wanted to walk around in the mall for a bit. Of course i said yes.

Deim came too.

Before we left i gave Sofia a hug.

She's practically my mum at this point.

Anyways. We sat in the mall for a while. We talked about pointless stuff. Leija gave me a cookie. I said I loved her. It was supposed to be a sort of joke.

She said it back.

Deim said they loved me too.

I hugged them and said it back.

Anyways. I went home. Bus. I took the pencil sharpener I stole from school and..

..figure out the rest.

Yep. I called my sister. I freaked out because I made it too deep. I got it to stop bleeding.

I don't have anymore urges right now, so ill be fine tonight.

Anyways. Orchestra tonight. Fun.

It'll be fun.

#blog #my day today #teenagers

[nightcall99]

Notes from 25.3.24

There was sponge cake in the break room today and I didn't have any. I never pass up on free food, let alone dessert. All I've had to eat today is one pastry from the bakery for lunch. I don't know if it'll keep up like this but I think so much energy is percolating through right now and food is too 3D and impedes on that process. I'm still drinking water though.

I woke up early this morning and something told me to just keep lying down under the blankets and listen to some music. I listened to the same track over and over and a lot of negative emotions came up. I felt so angry towards my mum. She has never accepted me for who I am and yesterday when she asked me Why I'm Not Normal, it actually really hurt me. I thought I had shoved it down but it came back up. She talked about me behind my back to my relatives. Every time I got goaded into snapping by my uncle, no one came to my aid. Even my sister sat there playing dumb. There has never been any love or kindness in this family. Just duty. I'm not good at communicating in Vietnamese but it got to the point where tears were running down my face as I was looking up on words on google translate with which to destroy my mum. I wanted to say, You better be careful mother, because if you keep going I will make both you and father want to die with the things I'm about to say. Don't you dare stand there looking at me and asking me that when you verbally abused me every day for years and used physical punishment when I was a child. I witnessed domestic violence, animal abuse and god knows what else I've shoved deep, deep down so I'll tell you Why I'm Not Normal and It's Because Of Both Of You. I'm really happy you were able to forget everything that happened though, must be nice. It felt like I was never going to break away from these feelings. Like they had me in a choke-hold and would forever.

LOL. But then it all evaporated. I had the best day at work after. HAHAHAH. It definitely felt like I was cord-cutting. That energy had been there for a long time and it needed to be released.

I think JZ is back. Well, I never knew him from before he went so it's like I am just discovering who he is in the first place. And I'm... genuinely interested. He's that student from the dream a few days back who was travelling back and forth from the camp to Japan. I barely talk to this kid but I had a convo with him today and it was nice. I wouldn't have minded if it had kept going. We finished at 9pm and he's one of the few male students who is actually gentlemanly and will stay back if you're a female, to make sure you lock up okay. What a legend. Also that 18 year old girl who works on the shop floor EA, is definitely there. Yesterday when I came back from that depressive episode in my car, she happened to be on break too. I still had some time left so we both sat on the ground near the dumpsters and passed a vape back and forth (btw, do it). The conversation was vibing. Then when the shift was over and she said goodbye before walking away, I felt her aura playfully jab at me. I felt it. It was the same type of jab I felt coming from SM when he looked at me. But his was ominous because of his personality. Lol.

It doesn't feel like this needs to be advertised, if it is real. As in, usually I would be running to the group to tell them but we're past that now. If you are to experience it, then you'll experience it. It's another idea on offer and maybe it doesn't serve and that's that. Anyway, it feels like everyone is in observation-mode. There's a tentative, foreboding and erratic feeling in the air. We're all waiting.

[jericho-williams]

Chap 3: Good Mornings.

I woke up to the sound one can only identify as Sebastian singing in the shower. It was horrible.

He had to have a shower when I first got here because my blood got everywhere. And, he made me clean it up. He said if I didn't, he was gonna chop off my other leg.

Ow.

'Dad, if you don't shut up, I swear I'm gonna eat your food!' I hear Ariel yell from the other room. 'Fine! Just don't touch my food, I'll be out in a minute!' I hear him yell back before quietly going back to his shower. Ariel is now God.

'Ugh.' I groaned, opening my eyes and getting blinded from the light coming in from the window. I don't know if you can tell, but I don't want to get up. But I do when I realise Ariel said there was food. Yummy. I throw on some of Sebastian's clothes (damn, we really need to get me my own clothes) and make sure I look good. Who am I kidding, I always do.

I make my way downstairs, bumping into a few walls and tripping a few times because of my leg. 'Sup, Ariel!' I say awesomely.

Turns out that they had a spare room, and Sebastian said I could stay in there and to get comfortable since we have no idea when I'm gonna get back.

I still don't know what that weird object was or how it made that portal thing, or if I just imagined that, but I don't think I'm getting home anytime soon. The longer I stay, the weirder things get; I mean, powers? Magic? It all makes no sense.

Ariel turned to me as I entered the kitchen area. 'Hey, Eric,' She said, waving me over to the table that was now clean of all my blood, 'Hey! What ya got there?' I ask, gesturing to the food, 'breakfast, now eat it.' She says with a smile on her face, handing me my bowl.

Man, I love eating at things that I have recently lost a limb on.

I made Seb make some food for Ruby last night, and he was super startled when he found out she was now half dragon, but this morning she looked to have been given some dog food that I (with Ariel's money) bought on our way back from the forests. Her paws were all bandaged up and luckily, no dog limbs were lost.

After eating, and once Sebastian had come downstairs, Ariel had said that she needed to go and see a friend. She asked if I wanted to come along, and I was desperate to get out of the house.

'We better do something about your clothes,' she said, gesturing towards Sebastian's pirate clothes that were like a billion sizes too big for me. 'Yeah, not exactly practical for... well, anything.' I agree.

Ariel took me to the nearest busy areas of Emaia where we got food, ate food, and bought me some new clothes.

I got changed into my new outfit, in which I looked fabulous, with my old blue jumper that I fell in with, a pair of jeans, some black coverse because they're amazing, and a cool plain black choker necklace becuase they make me somehow even hotter. My jumper was one of the only things reminding me of my home. I was starting to miss my friends and parents.

My mum must be so worried, I mean, I've been gone for ages. And my sister! They're all going to have no idea what's going on. They might think I've been kidnapped or something!

Before I could dive anymore into my spiralling, Ariel announced that we had arrived.

'Here we are!' She said, bouncing on her heels. What the heck. No way is this where her friend lives. She had brought us to the very middle of the kingdom, and on a piece of land slightly higher than the rest, was one of the hugest freaking castles that I've ever seen (also the only one but this castle was pretty much out of a fairy tale).

The castle wasn't too far from the house, but it was huge. How did I not notice it?

The actual castle was built like the one you see at the start of Disney movies, but there was a path around the side with people who looked really busy.

'Let's go around back,' Ariel said, walking away before I had time to respond. 'Okay.' I say before slowly jogging towards her. She didn't even wait for me!

When we got to the back of the castle, I saw a bunch of people shooting targets with arrows, fighting with each other, or just chatting and watching a girl with yellow-blonde hair failing at hitting the target with her arrows, by a lot.

'So, who's your friend?' I say, not taking my eyes off the girl with the bow. 'He's probably inside right now, I'll go look for him. Stay here. 'Okay- and she's gone again. Wow.' I say before going over to the girl who still hadn't managed to hit the target.

With the way the people were watching her and laughing to their friends, it seemed like this had happened a lot. 'Hey,' I say, startling her from trying to set the arrow into the bow properly. 'You're doing that wrong.' 'I know, dummy.' She says in the most sarcastic voice I had ever heard, and I've been living with Sebastian! That says a lot. I was starting to like her already.

She went back to trying to shoot the arrow and missed so bad it almost hit one of the guys watching from the side, missing his head by an inch. 'Sorry Gabe!' She shouted as both of their faces started to go red. 'It's okay!' He shouted back to her. Ooh, someone has a crush. 'So, what's your name? I asked because I had no idea. I totally ship her and Gabe, though; that was adorable.

She looked back to me, her eyes rolling. Meanie. 'I'm Eleanor. Who are you?' Eleanor said, cocking her head to the side and sassily putting her hand on her hip. 'I'm Eric!' I tell her with a big smile on my face, stretching out my hand for a handshake (and getting completely ignored). Okay... rude.

'So, do you know Ariel?' I ask her, just now realising that this girl with pigtails is taller than me. Jeez. 'Ariel? Do you mean the girl the prince always hangs around?' She says as I tried not to laugh, I mean, Ariel? Friends with a prince? What? 'No, I don't think she could be friends with a prince.' I go as my laughs slip a little bit. 'Yeah, she's the baker's daughter, right? Blonde hair and everything. She's really nice, actually.' Ariel is friends with a prince. Ariel wants to introduce me, yes I, to a prince. Half of my life is literally just illegal stuff.

There is no way she wants me to be introduced to the prince when my dog is pretty much illegal.

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Published March 4th

Updated last March 10th

#jericho williams

[what-noooo-never]

Ghost story time!

This is gonna be a ramble to buckle in!

Hi, call me Salt! I'm someone who gets regular nightmares which is important to the context of this story. So!

Context points:

Around a year ago, I got a new nightmare (that has since recurred around 4-5 times) that involved a smiling, tall, curly haired man in a pinstripe suit in my conservatory, named 'Wayus?'- strange with the question marks, I know, but it's always only said like a question rather then a statement, so that's mainly for inflection.

Both of my parents are medically trained and work in the field of medicine, have since before I was born.

My father is Athiest, and a skeptic to anything supernatural

My mother is a Norse Pagan, Hereditary witch, and believes in the supernatural completely

My sister is 5 years older then me, and has never been the one with anxiety (I managed to get that gene)

There is no current running line in my family on either side of psychosis, but hey, who knows, right?

Me and my parents still live in the house, my sister moved out 5 years ago and the story I'm about to tell is from three separate conversations about it pieced together afterwards.

Right, Onto the story now that context is out the way!

I was telling my elder sister about this dream and what happened in it, when she said she recognised that description from when she was around 10-11 (she can't remember exactly).

She had woken up one morning and gone through a day feeling like something was wrong- dissociated and nauseous etc. So she went to bed around the same time as I had that night (I was around 5-6 at the time.) Important to note- we had bunk beds, where I slept on top and she slept underneath me.

At around 11pm, she woke up in a panic and decided to take herself to the toilet, hoping the light and some relief would be all she needed. Once she was done, she was about to open the bathroom door when she became terrified to do so- the kind of paralysing fear that makes it hard to breathe or move, as if she would be in danger if she opened the door.

So my sister did what any child would do- she called for my parents. My house isn't big- a standard British council house- yet somehow my parents didn't hear her yelling for them. So instead, when she realised they weren't coming, she grabbed the towels from the drying racks, covered herself and tried to sleep in the bathroom until morning.

She slept a couple hours, then woke up in a cold sweat, absolutely terrified to even open her eyes this time, regardless of the fact that she had the bathroom light on.

My sister then screamed for my mum again, and this time, my mum appeared to calm her down, and my sister explained that she was terrified to leave the bathroom, and if mum could get her back into the bedroom (by the way, layout in the house is bathroom is at the top of the stairs, then directly next to that is mine and my sisters room, then my parents room, then the room they were going to move me into soon.)

Obviously like a good parent my mum came in and sat my sister on the bed to console and calm her, and to try and figure out what was going on. My dad, at this point, was still asleep, as he is a deep sleeper.

But as soon as my sister sat on her bunk, mini me sat up and started coughing. (I don't remember any of this, but I was young and sleep deprived at 2am, so I'm not too worried about that).

It was a deep, hollow chested death rattle cough, loud enough that it did actually wake my dad up this time- so while my mum consoled my sister, my dad ran in and took me into the bathroom, starting a hot shower and sitting me on the edge of the bathtub to breathe in the steam and clear my throat.

My parents then talked across the cracked doors of the close rooms as to whether they should call an ambulance for me.

(This is where it gets creepy)

My mum suddenly stopped upon seeing a tall, skinny man with curly hair walk across the landing and to the top of the stairs, walking as if he lived there, right outside both the bedroom and bathroom doors- though from my dads angle with me, he couldn't see.

And, as one would, my mum yelled at my dad that there was an intruder in the house.

Dad opened the bathroom door to see the back of the man's head descending the short flight of stairs and turning into the kitchen, and raced down after him, screaming- "Who the fuck are you?! Get the fuck out of my house! I'm not letting you near my daughters!"

Once he got downstairs, he couldn't find the man. My dad searched everywhere for almost an hour down there as my mum stood between the doors to keep at eye on the landing and both me and my sister.

Not finding anything in the cupboards, cabinets, under sofas etc. my dad came back upstairs and put us to bed, while my mum went and checked all the locks (everything was shut and locked already).

The next day I was fine- didn't even have a hoarse throat, and my sister says that as soon as dad ran out and yelled "Get out of my house!", she felt safe again, and slept well.

It wasn't something the family talked about, since not long after was when I started having nightmares on a regular basis and my family focused on my mental health, meaning the topic of what happened never came up.

That was until I described the smiling man from my dream, stood in the conservatory of our house, the one place my dad checked without going into, watching, saying nothing, with his curly hair and tall frame.

I only told my family about the nightmare the day after it happened because I was too shaken up to describe it at first- and I told them all separately- each gave me the same story from their perspective.

#paranormal #true story #scary #haunted #council house #eerie #skepticism #I'm paraphrasing here since I don't remember this #But my parents and sister all do #yes we still live in that house #My mum did a cleansing the day after but I still have nightmares even over a decade later so- #going to uni soon and it's still one of the scariest irl things to happen to my family #wish I could remember it too lol #the whole time I was sat coughing my lungs up in the bathroom and chatting to my mum about school as if nothing was happening #I should probably post about how i respond to scary things nowadays actually cause im still not paying attention to the scare aspect lmao

[japanesedoramaandanimelover91]

16 october:

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Thank you for watching #ONEDAY Episode 2: 🙇‍♂️The timeline for episode 2 is 1 hour 7 minutes 🙈.

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I can't believe you guys welcomed me like this😭.Thank you Nagoya🙈.

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Tell me what it's all about.My mum has the same birthday as you 🙈.

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So today's #ONEDAY is1 hour and 4 minute timeline, apparently. Episode 3. We hope you enjoy it: 🙇‍♂️

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Woke up in the morning, worked first thing, checked emails for enquiries.It's a new and fresh movement.

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Nino-san recording finished. After all, it's fun to get together with everyone, isn't it?

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I was kind of embarrassed because i felt like i sent that post earlier probably once in my life to my mum. I'm back lol.

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When I went out on the street, there were lots of people dressed up!It's Halloween. It's getting colder, so take care of yourselves💪.

I mean, how would I make a website for my future work? I wondered,My sister said, "I can make a simple one. My sister said, "I can make a simple website", so we decided to make one together.

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Today's #ONEDAY Episode 4 time line is apparently 2 hours and 2 minutes. I just realised that about 12.5 hours have already passed. Maybe today is effectively the turnaround...?Enjoy: 🙇‍♂️

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I took a wrong turn and got lost for a moment. I managed to get to the site five minutes before (even though it wasn't a particularly unusual place). So I'll do my best again today. 🙇‍♂️

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6th november: Good morning, everyone!

Today's #ONEDAY episode 5 has a time slot of 1 hour 4 minutes. So almost to the point where it's almost as long as the broadcast slot (not that it matters lol). We were filming today to rave reviews: 🙇‍♂️ Please watch it at 9pm: 🙇‍♂️

7th november:

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Report. Ninomiya, we have created a company 🙈. We are also steadily working on our website. We will do our best. 🙇‍♂️

8th and 9th november:

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10th november:

Good morning, everyone!

Today's filming required quite a lot of people and the extras lent us a lot of help. The filming ended without incident, thanks to a lot of help from our side! Thanks to everyone who participated. 🙇‍♂️

11th november:

Good norning, everyone!(2 times).

Oh, by the way, just now. Good morning! Good morning! So i turned around and it was you.

I should have had my photo taken...

Thank you for your hard work. Today's drama shoot is over lol.

12th november:

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You don't mean... what i said at ......! No, this is a sign of your further growth, Uno...! In any case, congratulations ㊗️

13th november:

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Ah, what a lovely day. My friends on the big stage on New Year's Eve...Sing a miracle in the small wide world. Let's all get bumped up: 🙇‍♂️#Ohmochiri-Ryo-chanShukui.

Today's #ONEDAY episode 6 timeline is 56 minutes. It's real time now. Enjoy: 🙇‍♂️

14th november:

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I thought it was nostalgic, so i went through my folders and found that i had one too: 🎞️ They were all really cute lol. Let's shoot again🙆(Repost of tweet)

15th november:

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Today all the parking spaces near the work place were full. I had no choice but to park at a distance, i parked in a remote place and walked slowly. I met a nice alley(excuse)and was 10 minutes late.(Sorry about that.)

Sorry about the typo.

So i asked Nakamaru to take a picture.

16th november:

Good morning, everyone!

On the way to the convenience store just now. I was on my way to the convenience store when i heard the words "Oh, i've just seen the "Analogue."I was told in such a normal way that i thought i should be more excited because it was the real thing. 🙇‍♂️

I'm Ninomiya, and i've shot the arthouse photos(artist photos) today 📷. I'll do my best to tell you about it soon 🙈.

Can i have the header and icons accordingly with today's arthouse photo? Can i just use a picture of nothing? I know you guys can't say anything about it because you haven't seen ...... yet lol. I'd like to try this feature for a bit, so let me do it lol.

17th november:

Good morning, everyone!

First survey.As of now, more than 443,000 people have participated. Thank you so much for your participation! But the results have stayed at this percentage since about an hour after we started. I'm surprised that the percentage hasn't changed. We've taken everyone's feelings into account...

At any rate, thank you for your first survey. That's why I'm going to leave the little niño here.

18th and 19th november:

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20th november:

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Today's #ONEDAY Episode 7 timeline is. 1 hour 17 minutes. Also, it looks like episode 0 will be on TVer. Enjoy: 🙇‍♂️

Mizuki... mizuki... mizuki...

21th and 22th november:

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23th november:

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Every year (probably almost...) i choose to spend Labor Thanksgiving Day in the strong style of being thankful while working. I would like to thank all the people who rested on the same strong style as me, and i would like to thank all of you for your hard work!🙇‍♂️

24th november:

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25th november:

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I'd say, but I'd like to sleep some more.

26th november:

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Congratulations: ❤️#Themanwhocelebratedtheworldsslowest

#Ninomiya Kazunari #Arashi #Ninomiya Kazunari Twitter

[journallingweeks]

kerry!

On the way down, work was dead, we left at 12pm. In the morning me and my mum got an iced coffee together. I packed really efficiently and left my room spotless to come home to. I also woke up with clear (enough) skin, after having done some face tan, so felt really pretty.

We left, and all the way down I played Taylor swift, until my mum requested to change as 'her songs were actually very bitter'. (We switched to ABBA). We played 'Slipping Through my Fingers', 'Cats in the Cradle' by Harry Chapin and 'Talk to Me of Mendocino' by the McGarrigle sisters. Apparently my Grandad loved that song.

When we got down, I went for a small walk on my own and listened to The Cranberries, just to stretch and move somewhat. It is fucking just so nice there. It was so sunny and there were dandelions and red berries, probably some kind of weed, lining the road. I just felt so content and happy. When I got back, me and *my watched Chicago while eating chocolate digestives, Nutella and toast and hot chocolate. So happy.

The next morning, I woke to my skin going absolutely rogue (probably not unrelated to what I had eaten). I tried to calm myself down about it, but ultimately it is very difficult to do so - I live in fear that this is day one of some kind of endless acne journey you hear of people randomly waking up to one day. Anyway.

Work was quiet, and I received two excellent emails that lifted my spirits. One was really positive feedback on the website I've been working on - telling me she showed her friend and her friend got chills from it! - Another, was the potential freelance call I had last week saying it is highly likely she will go ahead with things - she just needed to approve budget. I honestly was just so buzzing. I always think, and talk about, how things seem to flow in phases of complete stagnancy and sudden open flow of movement and good news. I always find this to be true! On Friday night, me and *my went for a run, (under 3km, but at 6.00km pace). When we came back, my auntie was making fresh scones. I ate a fresh one with butter and jam out in the consecratory, which was candle lit. The rain was so loud against the glass roof. Amazing.

The Saturday, my sister and her boyfriend had arrived by then. We booked a sauna on the beach and rotated between staying for ten minutes and running down to the freezing water. I hadn't brought any togs, so I had literally ran in in my pyjama shorts and sports bra. What a feeling.

I had been so worried about my skin that morning, completely pale in preparation for laser and now with this sudden outbreak of aggressive cystic acne - at one stage I could've cried. But then when I had ran between the sauna and the sea I literally didn't care. No-one else cared. It literally doesn't matter. I just need to relax, trust it's diet-related and trust it will go away with time.

Later that day, I bought Benzoyl Peroxide, which has studies and studies proving to clear acne. I hope this just works and I'm pretty positive that it will, considering it seems already pretty under wraps.

In the evening, I went for another solo walk with my dog, and listened to folklore. It was kind of dark and windy and I absolutely loved it. I'd say I was out with her an hour. I love her so much. I returned to the house and we went down to the pub (five minutes away). I got a hot whiskey with lemon and cloves, and went home earlier than everyone else so that I could take a long shower before anyone else got home.

Anyway. I absolutely loved it. It is like a re-set button, and I'd say I've never had such a larger sense for how special these holidays are and how lucky I am