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luvlyuno · 3 years

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alone (m)

What happens when your crush offers to let you stay a few nights but plans take a turn?

Pairing: Huening Kai & Female OC

[ft. TXT Soobin & Yeonjun, NCT Na Jaemin, ITZY Lia & Yuna]

Genre: Suspense, Little Angst, Ballet AU

Warning: Sexual Assualt, Rape, Arguing, Trust issues, Suicide

Word Count: 2.0k

Note: first post~

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“And 1. And 2” The girl leaped from point one to point two. Feeling the melody of the classical song. Her dance partner lifted her body off the ground, bringing her to a full 360 degree. “Great job Sujin. Impressive like always” The instructor complimented as the team finished practice. Sujin’s face turned into a light shade of pink, quickly thanking her instructor before scurrying to her bag to pack everything up.

“Hey Sujin, Miss Park wants to speak to you in her office.” Lia, a fellow member of the ballet academy said. The girl put her phone down walking over to the office surrounded by windows. “Miss Park, you called me?” Miss Park stood up from her desk with an envelope in her hand. “Look what I found in the mail.” The elder woman handed the thick envelope to Sujin. “It’s from Saebom School of Arts.” She commented. A layer of moisture grew on Sujin’s hands. Her hands started shaking as well. “Open it when you get home.” Miss Park lightly patted the girl on the shoulder as she walked outside back into the studio.

“Why did Miss Park call you in?” Yuna, another teammate and friend of Sujin asked. “She gave me this envelope from Saebom.” Yuna’s mouth was in an ‘o’ shape. “Well, I got to go. Someone was calling you by the way. Don’t forget to text me!” Her friend yelled running out of the door of the studio. Sujin giggled a bit, walking off to her slightly open duffle bag. The girl knelt, picking up her phone from her bag. A notification from the boy that she’s head over heels flashed on the screen. “Kai Jung.” She said under her breath. The two lovers met over summer dance camp. Kai was from a different ballet studio a couple of hours away from Sujin’s. They met by being paired up for a boy and girl dance duet at camp. Later growing mutual feelings for each other. She unlocked her phone immediately by pressing on the messaging app. Sujin typed away on her phone telling Kai that she will call him when she got home from the studio. Before leaving Sujin waved goodbye to her ballet instructor and went off to catch the next bus.

“Next Stop: District 9” Sujin got up from her seat walking out of the bus. She watched as the stores along the sidewalk turned on their neon lines. Shining through the darkness of Seoul. Sujin sighed heavily as a quick shiver ran down her back. Sooner than she thought, Sujin was already home ready for dinner. “Sujin’s home!” The girl’s older brother, Jaemin said, sliding through the hallway of their house. Sujin smiled as she took her shoes off. “Mom!” She yelled from the Mudroom. “Miss Park gave me this envelope from Saebom.” She made her way to the kitchen. “She told me to open it at home.” Mrs. Na hummed in response while stirring the soup for dinner. Sujin slowly opened the thick envelope, taking the piece of paper out.

“Oh my god.” She gasped, clasping her hand to her mouth. “I got in! OMG, I GOT IN JAEMIN!” She squealed like a pig. The girl jumped in excitement, her once low bun undoing.” Jaemin hugged his sister. “Congrats sis! You got into your dream school! She nodded, smiling from ear to ear. Sujin turned to look at her Mom who had no emotion written on her face. Sujin’s smile dropped to a confused look. “Mom? What’s wrong” Her Mother looked up. “Isn’t this too much? Ballet is a hobby, not a career.” Mrs. Na questioned. “Mom, Sujin has plans ready for herself. She planned to be a professional ballerina and have a side business like what she has now.” Jaemin stuck up for his little sister. Sujin was on the verge of tears from all the arguing. “And!? What is that gonna help her in the future? I TOLD YOU TO BECOME A LAWYER-'' Mrs. Na was cut off. “BEING A LAWYER WAS YOUR DREAM NOT MINE! I CHOOSE WHAT I WANT TO BECOME IN THE FUTURE NOT YOU!”

Sujin then stormed off to her bedroom. Tears streaming down her face. Jaemin’s eyes following hers. “Wow, Mom. The time when you’re supposed to be a ‘supportive mother figure’ has gone to waste.” Jaemin ran after Sujin leaving their Mother dumbfounded. Sujin sat on her bed as she cried rivers. A sudden knock was heard. She didn’t feel like opening it, so she ignored the knocking. “Sujin it’s me Jaemin. Can I come in?” She stayed silent. “I’ll just take that as a yes.” Jaemin walked in taking a seat next to her.

“Why can’t Mom just understand that this is what I want for me in the future? What did I do for her to act like this? I don’t want to be under the same roof as her right now” Sujin complained as tears spilled out more. Jaemin sighed. “I honestly don’t know how to respond to this but I support you. Dad would support you too.” He smiled trying to brighten the mood. Sujin’s lips curled a little making Jaemin feel a little satisfied. “I’ll give you some alone time. I know you’ll probably trap yourself in here till she apologies, so text or call me if you need anything.” Then he left, leaving Sujin giggling a bit. Her phone started ringing all of a sudden.

Her phone lit up with the contact name Kai <3 on it. “Hello? Kai?” Her voice was raspy from all the crying. “Hi, Sujin! A-are you okay? You sound sick.” Sujin softly giggled at how Kai was worried for her. “I just got into an argument with my Mom. I don’t want to be here right now.” She pouted. “Wanna stay the weekend at my Grandma’s house with me? She lives near you. Same town.” Kai offered. He was planning to surprise her but plans took a turn. “Oh please, you’re a lifesaver Kai!” She smiled through the phone. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon. Around 4 pm.” Kai happily said. The two eventually hung up. Sujin laid down bored out of her mind. Until Jaemin barged into her room.

“Well, dinner was super awkward. Mom was just ranting to Dad the whole time but bro was like I support her.” Sujin puffed out a little chuckle. “Did you just call Dad bro?” Jaemin just shrugged then left her room. The next morning everything was so strange to Sujin. Maybe it was the fact that her Mom didn’t open her windows while she was sleeping. Or that breakfast wasn’t pre-made for Jaemin and her. Sujin rose packing her bags getting ready to stay at Kai’s Grandma’s house for a few days. She has informed Jaemin that she was going to sleep over at her friend Yuna’s place for a couple of days. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Kai texted.

“I won’t be able to pick you up. I hate to help my Grandma cook, so my cousins Soobin and Yeonjun will pick you if that’s okay?” Sujin replied with a quick okay then continued her packing. It was a little over 4 pm when Kai’s cousins Yeonjun and Soobin arrived to pick her up. “How did you and Kai meet? He’s never really had a girlfriend.” Yeonjun commented. Sujin was shocked at the assumption of the two dancers dating. “Oh u-um, we’re not dating. We’re just friends nothing more.” She blushed at the thought. “Hmm.” Soobin replied. The drive there was quite longer than she thought. That’s until Soobin offered to give her something.

“Hey Sujin, we just came from the store before picking up. Want some of these candies we bought?” It would be rude to decline so Sujin agreed. After a few sour gummies, she started to feel dizzy. Then everything went black. Sujin woke up in an unfamiliar room with a locked door and a glued shut window. What in the world happened? Dark thoughts polluted her brain.

“Oh! You’re awake.” In came Soobin but no sight of Yeonjun. “Where’s Kai? Are we here already?” She cluelessly asked not even noticing the object in the male’s hand. Soobin got closer to Sujin, inches away from her face. She was caught off guard. His eyes piercing through her soul. “G-get away from me!” She stuttered pushing him away. A smirk grew on his face. “I’m not gonna do anything to you.” She raised an eyebrow feeling the uneasy energy in the room. “How am I supposed to trust you?” Sujin slowly walked backward. Soobin follows as she moves. “I promise.” Soobin injected her with some type of liquid in her right arm in just a blink of an eye. To Sujin the room started spinning. She felt weak but a sudden burst of unusual energy burst. Soobin’s lip curled as he watched transform into a different state of mind.

“Yeonjun come in here.” The pink-haired boy Yeonjun walked into the room, eyes widening at the scene. Sujin wasn’t acting normal. “C’mon you go first.” Soobin pushed Yeonjun closer to Sujin who was laying on the white mattress. “This is wrong I’m opting out dude.” Soobin chuckled at the scared Yeonjun. “Oh is little Yeonjun scared to do something very bad to this little girl?” Soobin laughed again pushing Yeonjun’s shoulder. “Do it or I’m telling the student body that you’re selling you know what. And that would for sure get you expelled from going to your dream school.” The boy walked closer to Yeonjun who was awfully terrified. Just the threat alone could make Yeonjun do it with hesitation. He knew it was bad but still did what he was told. “Thanks for starting now, let me finish her.”

Soobin said without any emotions. Yeonjun stepped aside as he watched the screaming girl whine and cry. It was so hard for him not to call for help. Yes, he felt guilty for Sujin but reputation goes first in this cruel world. Sujin screamed and screamed for help. The immense pain Sujin didn’t sign up for was never-ending. As much as she tried to fight back or force Soobin to stop he would either reply by slapping her or making the pain worse. “Please Stop.” She whispered weakly. Sujin laid there lifeless.

“Hurry and get back in the car.” Soobin groaned leaving the room. Sujin wept to realize what just happened. She never thought that her first would be a crime. She hurriedly put on her clothes and walked out of the mysterious house. Soobin saw as she sulked all the way out of the house. He didn’t have the patience for this so he picked her up shoving her into the car. The night ride to nowhere was quiet. Besides the silent sobs and choked-up breathing that was coming from Sujin, there wasn’t a single word spoken.

“Get out.” The car came to a stop. Sujin looked up making eye contact with Soobin through the rearview mirror. “I said GET. OUT.” He repeated through his teeth. “Y-you were supposed to bring me to Kai..” She dragged her words. Soobin huffed. “I said get out!” He repeated once again annoyed. His sudden shout made Yeonjun and Sujin flinch. Sujin got out of the car grabbing her belongings. Just as she closes the door, Sujin gets a quick glance at Yeonjun. His facial expression filled with guilt. Seconds later the car left faster than light. Sujin stood there feeling the moonlight shine on her. She was left in the middle of a highway in Seoul. Sujin felt so dirty and disappointed in herself. All the times she tried to stop a car to get home they would just give her a dirty look.

“I could’ve stopped him.” She thought. Just within two days, her life went downhill. She quickly took out her phone typing a quick “I love you, Jaemin.” to her brother. “Doesn’t that bright light seem interesting?” Sujin asked herself. She stepped off the sidewalk. Her feet leading straight to her fate. The sound of honking did not faze her. The bright lights didn’t even make her squint. Sujin Na just kept walking to the middle of the road. Till she wanted to stop.

BREAKING NEWS: 18 YEAR OLD SUJIN NA REPORTED DEAD AT HWY NEO127. CT SCANS FOUND SHE WAS BRUTALLY RAPED BEFORE HER DEATH. CCTV SPOTTED THE TWO PERPETRATORS, SOOBIN CHOI AND YEONJUN CHOI. MORE INFORMATION WILL BE ANNOUNCED...

Jaemin’s shaky eyes rewind again and again. It’s been two years since her suicide. Her soul still lingers on Highway Neo 127.

Sujin Na.

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theseerasures · 4 years

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@counterpunches submitted:

Once again there are too many to choose so I’m going to pick too many, but really it’s your fault no I won’t be taking any criticism.

how me that solvable problem

ethically sourced kid!Elsa

well this prompt feels custom made to talk about self-harm

she drops the silver chain of sound

a love sTRONGER THAN BLOOD SISTERS r u kitten me

oh hey! you picked some that actually ended up too unwieldy to keep writing in longhand

show me that solvable problem: post-Frozen II canon divergence where Arendelle sank under the sea like a good little metaphor on sins of the father. kinda your typical “but what does it actually MEAN to step into ur power, mum” thing on both Elsa and Anna’s side, with a side helping of Honeymaren/Elsa, Kristoff discovering ~his past, and uh. a lot of political talk on indigenous knowledge and politics of redress (Arendellians are refugees now, Northuldra have been settler colonized for decades, what do?? that kinda stuff)–almost too much, but ultimately a reasonable amount!

ethically sourced kid!Elsa: stems from my…uh. inability to understand the appeal of present day Elsa meeting a POST-Incident kid!Elsa when obviously her meeting a PRE-Incident kid!Elsa has so much more inherent drama. kid!Elsa steps into an idk portal and shows up at the castle in the post-Frozen II world. it’s been a few years; Anna is VERY comfortable with her current life and is expecting her first child, so um. the child version of her older sister showing up out of the blue throws her into a not-insubstantial tailspin. present!Elsa superficially is more capable of keeping it in stride, but the elephant in the room of “well do we TELL her what’s coming” just looms larger and larger until it all ends in tears, because Elsa and Anna disagree about what to do, and it ends up being their first no holds barred FIGHT, where they both accuse each other of being selfish and they’ve somehow turned into the worst parts of their parents. Kristoff, Sven, and Olaf spend most of their time basically being Bow from season 4 of She-Ra; Honeymaren meets the kid version of her now-girlfriend, immediately and justifiably is like “wow! weird vibe,” grabs Ryder and leaves. poor, poor kid!Elsa is a) kind of a hellion, pre-Incident, which everyone forgot about, and b) comes to a whole slew of horrible realizations, beginning with the fact that her parents are both dead now, Anna is being weird and closed off around her, her present self is being less weird but apparently did something HORRIBLE that no one will talk about, and it’s. it’s bad. if someone has any advice on how to tag dialogue with two characters that are the same character, just time-displaced, that would be lovely, because the closest i came was that kid!Elsa would be called Kid Elsa ala Kid Flash and obviously present!Elsa would be The Elsa (and they fight crime! jk they cry a lot and kid!Elsa ends up throwing hands with her older self, by which i mean Elsa gets a nice taste of what being shot to the heart with ice magic feels like)

well this prompt feels custom made to talk about self-harm: the prompt was “angst, loss, scar,” so. five times Elsa didn’t scar. the self-harm part comes in a few times, but the reason i approached it at all was because i imagined Elsa going through a ~phase as an adolescent where she tore through every medical text she could get her hands on to find out what’s wrong with her, and it…spiraled into thinking some dark thoughts about what would happen, since the magic mostly comes out of her hands, if she…hurt them in some way. she ends up being too chickenshit to go through with it because she’s THIRTEEN, ELSA WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK YOUR THUMB. it ballooned out into a longer meditation on Elsa grappling with her not-quite humanity, where she’s never entirely sure what rules of mortality apply to her (all of them actually! Elsa u fucking melon), going all the way to post-Frozen II, where she’s…weirdly maudlin about her death leaving no trace on her physical body, until Anna shows up. they actually end up talking about Mattias, and the ways he’s visibly aged from his portrait (Anna commissioned a new one for him)–it all ends with something about how, like. yes living does leave its marks on you but maybe Elsa should stop thinking about it in such extreme ways, and also see a therapist

she drops the silver chain of sound: another *sigh* RWBY fic, this one charting Winter and Robyn’s relationship in universe, from Academy years to post-canon. i haven’t been able to find any fic about them that responsibly handles the nuances of Winter a) being abused a lot of multi-layered ways, but also b) being complicit in war crimes and her own transformation into an instrument instead of a person, and (as of V7) STEADFASTLY COMMITTED TO IT. basically starting from the place of “Robyn doesn’t owe Winter jack shit and is Busy, it’s Winter’s responsibility to change herself,” and trying to be realistic about the ways Winter would and would not let herself change. truth kink! it’s a thing with them. a lot of talk about agency and identity, and weird detours about how Cartesian dualism is a tool of the colonizer–but honestly, you can’t make one of your main mechanics be “an extension of the soul” and not expect me to inject some woo

a love sTRONGER THAN BLOOD SISTERS r u kitten me: to answer your PS about which fires i’m embleming: i started with Sacred Stones and then moved through Path of Radiance and Radiant Dawn (still have no idea what a Fire Emblem is, which i think is v sexy of me). Radiant Dawn has some BONKER-TASTIC sapphic moments–your standard “i’m queen but i’m shy” archetype has a ladyfriend who is the CAPTAIN OF HER GUARD. Captain gets taken hostage, gets her hair lopped off (…by a professional hairdresser i guess, since this is what she looks like after) and sent to Shy Queen in a VERY STANDARD “i have your precious” moment and then has to debate over saving the Captain or the Kingdom and it’s just. so

anyways of course the extreme gayness goes blithely unacknowledged for the rest of the game, and the epilogue has the AUDACITY to say that their bond was “stronger than blood sisters,” which is…fine! it’s fine. the fic is mostly just about actually ADDRESSING the intimacy that they have through some hair washing.

PS: i’ve started Awakening, which a) looks promising re: knowing what a Fire Emblem, and b) has caused me to start a new WIP called “NO YOU’RE NOT YOU’RE OBVIOUSLY LAURA BAILEY”

PPS: appreciate the recurrence of Standard Nintendo Plot Pattern Sigma (gender fuckery to stop a bad time thing), which i THINK is what’s happening in Awakening–no one tell me if i’m right tho!!! i wanna keep speculating about whether ~~~Marth is my daughter or my grandma’s niece or Taylor Swift’s second cousin

#self harm tw #just in caseys #submission

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szopenhauer · 4 years

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it seems that the average survey-taker is a white american female, aged 15-19, who has a car, a cell phone, and an extensive social circle. is this true for you? I’m a white female but not from America and I’m much older, have no car nor friends, just cellphone

have you seen any silent films? I love Buster Keaton

would you rather be an actor, director, or soundtrack producer? actress and director

have you seen nbc’s ‘hannibal’? thoughts? (if you haven’t, do you want to?) no and don’t want to, yuk

on websites where you’re permitted to change your username, do you do so often, or do you keep the same one for long periods of time? I usually change after a few months

does your computer have a name? I didn’t call this annoying piece of shit anyhow but maybe if I had a better computer...

are you eager to see how far science + technology will advance, or do you prefer an older way of doing things? do you think we are better off with these advancements, or not? I wish we had choice, I would like the world to be balanced, a bit of this and a bit of that, some advancements are necessary, some are cool but some are awful

what is your favourite comic book or graphic novel? does your favourite novel come in comic-book form? (if not, would you like it to?) I don’t read comics but from those I ever tried my fav manga was Doubt, webcomic (those I saw several but I forgot most of the titles by now) - Lackadaisy and I am fan of Aldebaran and Betelgeza

Any friends who are constantly venting about their boyfriend?: it was common - me listening complains about my crush’es exes or current boyfriends/lovers/crushes

Have you ever been ice-skating?: once, in high school, didn’t like it

Does the sound of rain at night help you sleep?: yeah

Did the end of Public Enemies make you sad?: I didn’t finish the movie

Do you obsessively apply lip-gloss or lip balm?: ewww, not at all

Do you think you’d have what it takes to shoot someone if you had to protect yourself?: I believe

What’s your most noticeable flaw?: ugh...

Have you ever walked into a massive cobweb? yes and that was awful because it was full of dead bugs

When you can tell that someone’s lying, do you call them out on it?: often

How many other blogs do you follow on Tumblr?: more than 300

Does it ever scare you how fast time can go by?: could say so

Have you ever replied “OK” when someone confessed they liked you?: possibly :x

What does your grandma call you?: sigh...

What would you do for immortality and infinite youth?: dunno, definitely wouldn’t sell my soul or kill an innocent person but I would do some stuff for immortality

Would you rather have a pool or a hot tub?: neither

Have you ever worn a nipple tassel?: haven’t

Ever played hide and seek in the woods on horseback at night?: wow, that’s weirdly specific and now I want this somehow :o

Have you ever held a baby chick?: wild bird’s babies and I regret that because it’s not helfpul for them actually

Do you think wine tastes like rotten fruit? yep

Have you ever felt the need to hide something about yourself?: sometimes, from certain people, I should be myself most of the time tho

Do you think pearls are attractive?: umm...

Have you ever wished you had a different name? Which name would you choose? but I like male ones more or non polish

Have you ever customised an item of clothing? I designed and my mom helped me, made changes for me

Do you prefer drawing or painting? prefer to draw but look at paintings

Are you saving up for anything right now? What? if I could/had money to save then I would save for a bike, laptop, my own apartment etc.

Do you own any figurines? cats, dogs, elephants, clowns, horses and others

If you have any siblings, how much rivalry is between you all? it’s complicated

When did you last have itchy eyes? recently

Is it dark outside right now? it’s getting darker

Do you prefer framed photos or just sticking photos straight onto walls? I prefer them in an album, takes less space

What’s your favourite type of cake? used to love sękacz the most

Have you ever woken up from a dream and believed it to have been real? I was confused

If there’s a bug in your room, can you sleep or do you need to get it out? it depends on how annoying/dangerous it is

Do you prefer travelling alone or with people? I like to travel with my dad

What was the last baby animal you saw? pic or irl?

Do you give people high fives or hugs more often? hugs

How long have you known the last person you kissed? I knew her 10 years ago for awhile then we lost contact until this spring

When angry, do you get loud or quiet? depends

What do you currently hear right now? my parents talking

Who of the opposite sex has seen you at your worst? dad

Last person you saw? parent

Did you have a nap today? nope

Are you easy to get along with? am not

When was the last time you were told you were cute? recently my gf called me cute and I’m like Catra about it

Have you ever forgotten to put on an oven mitt before you took something extremely hot out of the oven? not over, just hot pot

Do you own one of those airwick things that automatically sprays every few minutes? hell no

How many light bulbs are on in the room you are currently in? 3, one doesn’t work

Have you ever had your phone taken away at school before? almost, teacher heard it calling but before they found out who’s phone that was it stopped ringing and I was safe

Do you look better with or without glasses? I’m always ugly

What is your favorite type of bird? chicken, owl, flamingo, crow, barn swallow...

Did you go fishing a lot when you were younger? Do you now? I hate fishing, never been nor will go

Do you like more flowery scents or more clean scents? no scents, thank you Do you own a manual or electric toothbrush? manual, electric are horrible Preferred brand of toothpaste? m current is Meridol Piece of make-up you cannot live without? I can live without it

Do you prefer heels or flats? flats are more comfy but I know how to walk in heels, just don’t like to

Do you eat meat? yep Do you still watch cartoons regularly? I recently started watching She-ra with my gf but before that I didn’t watch any animated shows for a long time (just fragments/episodes maybe) Do you leave the TV on and sleep to it? never Ever considered cannibalism? r u serious?... this is scary, I’m gonna puke :x Ever licked a battery? I’m not stupid What does your name mean? lily which was also going to be my name Do animals go to Heaven? hope so Babies are… irritating

When was the last time you saw a doctor? it would be easier to say when I didn’t because I see them too often Do you know anyone who is a firefighter? used to What was the last wedding you went to? my sister’s

What’s your favourite alcoholic beverage? blergh... Do you “binge-watch” tv shows? two episodes a day max What is your opinion of clowns? love Did you wear a necklace today? not today How old are your parents? about 60 What’s something odd you do when you’re anxious or nervous? personal Have you ever received a compliment from a stranger? I have, more than one time Is your wardrobe big enough for all your clothes? it’s not Do you plan ahead when it comes to your outfits? nah Have you ever shaved your face? I shaved my eyebrows (not whole) What colour is your front door? silver with white paint coming off Do you take the stairs or the elevator? stairs Would you ever try herbal medicine as opposed to conventional medicine? I tried Do you wear open-toed shoes? I despise those Have you ever been to a petting zoo? yeah, I was petting a raccoon <3 and chinchillas are so surprisingly fluffy When was the last time you wore a button up shirt? weeks ago How many times have you consumed alcohol? once Do you often forget what you were just about to say? ocassionally when interrupted What’s your opinion of Australia? wouldn’t go there Do you own any striped sweaters? absolutely :) Have there ever been any forest or grass fires in your area? as every summer, also trash burn quite often

What color is the trash can in your kitchen? yellow What does the cover on the last book you read look like? it has two people sitting in front of each other Do you wear green on St. Patrick’s Day? I don’t celebrate this holiday, I dislike it Are you even Irish? not even partially Have you ever gotten a wig? What did it look like and what was it for? I have a bunch of wigs How often do you use a shower cap? What does yours look like? I don’t own any If you wanted to get a cat, would you adopt from a shelter or buy from a breeder? Why? but I don’t want a cat What’s the shortest you’d be willing to cut your hair? almost bald? What do you do when you find a spiderweb in your room? leave it be or clean it

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surveys-at-your-service · 5 years

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Survey #219

“make a move and you pay for it; pick a lord and you pray to it.”

Do you actually love your grandpa? I don't really remember either of mine. I do from what I remember and have learned of them, though. Do you actually love your grandma? I don't remember my dad's mom at all, but I mean, I love her simply for being my dad's mother, who loved her. My mom's mom, yeah, even though she's. Hard to like a lot of the time. Do you have Facebook? Yes. What was the last thing you posted on someone’s wall? A birthday post. Do you have MySpace? My old one still exists, but I sure haven't been on it since it was current. What is your favorite kind of music? Heavy metal. Favorite soft drink? Mountain Dew Voltage is actually cocaine to me rip. Favorite food? Probably like... pepperoni pizza or cheeseburgers. I'm a full-blooded 'Merican. Have you ever felt replaced? OH, HAVE I! Have you ever worn false eyelashes? No. Do you ever regret making a friend? I don't think so. Can you cure mental illness? I don't know about cure, but you can certainly learn how to handle it better and alleviate symptoms. Is God good? Define "God." Cats or dogs? Kitties. Do you play video games? Yeah, but I don't play nearly the variety that I used to. Do you take medication for mental health? Yes. Can you really be racist to a white person? No shit? Do you have a favorite hair accessory? What does it look like? No. What’s your favorite type of insect? Butterflies. What’s your LEAST favorite type of insect? Larvae, like maggots. Disgusting. Who was the last person you Facebook messaged? What did you say? What’s his/her favorite food? Idk and I don't feel like checking. I rarely use it. What was the last song you listened to? Does it mean anything to you? "Thoughts & Prayers" by Motionless In White is a mood with my mad-at-God-24/7 ass. It needs to stop honestly. I've become so hateful about religion. Not towards followers, mind you, just the concept itself. I could write a novel on this, but I don't feel like it. Just me and organized religion don't get along anymore. Have you ever slept in a water bed? On a water mattress, yeah. How do you feel about having sex during your menstrual period? Never tried, not for me. Sounds messy. Does your ex have a job? My most recent, I guess you mean? Yeah. Have you ever slept in a car? Yeah, on long drives to like New York and stuff. What was the last term of endearment you used (babe, hun, dear, etc)? *checks phone* "Sweetie." How often do you use Flickr? Never. I can't log into my account anymore since Yahoo said "fuck u Britt," so there's no point. Have you ever been on a blind date? No. Do you have a crush on the last person you texted? She's my girlfriend so y'know like- Have you ever got into an argument with the last person you kissed? We very much disliked each other at first, so... guess, lmao. Have you ever liked somebody who was nice to you, but horrible to everyone else? Eh, that's a mystery... Juan was very sweet to me, but I know he had a bad rep. I didn't really see how he interacted with others. How’s your appetite atm? It's normal. I'm not currently hungry. Out of all the conversations you’ve had recently, which one has made you smile or laugh the most? Sara randomly and excitedly texted me to tell me "Welcome to the Jungle" was on at work, which was on the radio both when I was there and she was here, so she thought of how much she missed me lakdjsfkalwe I smiled my face in half. Do you look decent in your most recent photograph? Eh, it wasn't awful. It was for my school ID. What is one vacation destination that many people think is just fabulous but which you personally have no desire to visit (or revisit)? New York City. My sis went and said it was 1.) insane and 2.) disgusting. If you were five years younger but knew everything at that age that you’ve actually learned over the last five years, what is one thing you would definitely do differently? Go to the partial hospitalization program way sooner. What serves as the greatest motivation for you in your daily life? To earn a happy, content future. What activity that you have to do every once in a while that you dread the most? "Every once in a while," I'd say clean Mitsu's cage. She is such a strange rat. Enjoys pets, but being picked up is a no sir. When people hear what you do for a living, what is the most typical question or comment they give you regarding your job? N/A If you were left alone for one hour with nothing more than a pen and a notepad, what would you be inclined to draw or write during those 60 minutes? I'd probably write a poem. I know I wouldn't draw 'cuz fuck no am I doing so with a pen. If you could witness anything at all in super-slow motion, what would you want to see? Uhhh. Idk. Anything I can think of, like lightning, I've seen because of the Internet. If someone were looking for you in a bookstore, in what section would they be most likely to find you? Probably like, young adult fiction/fantasy, something like that. What do you forget to do more often than anything else? Lately, take one of my mood stabilizers. I need to get the box out... aaaand forget every day. I haven't felt any different without it tho so like... If you could teach everyone in the world one skill, what would it be? Compassion, maybe. You’ve been offered the chance to paint a billboard along a highway with any message you choose, as long as it’s only 10 words long. What is your message? I'm not spending time musing over something that serious lakaljdsfawe. Would you ever travel to Africa? Hell yes. I desperately want to go to South Africa on the Tswalu Kalahari tour. Whose house were you last at? Besides my own, my older sister's. Have you ever had a near-death experience? I guess this depends on how near death you mean. I've been in one car accident that my mom managed to make minor only by being a good driver; realistically, we should've flipped, according to the cop. My mom just acted quickly enough. Then I heavily ODed, but I was given more than enough fluids in time to keep me surprisingly okay. I don't know what would've happened if I hadn't told Mom so quickly, and I don't care to think about it. I'm fucking lucky and don't want to think about what could've happened. Have you ever met anyone who was overly addicted to a computer game? Tbh I myself could've been in this position when my depression was so bad, but then there's factors to that that lean towards it just having been a preference versus addiction. Idk. It's not a problem anymore so not worth debating over. Have you ever been fingered? That was the first cheat when you chose abstinence lmao. What do you do the most when you are online? Watch or listen to something on YouTube. What video game have you played the most? So in WoW you can actually type in /played to see how long you've played JUST that one character up to the years (or maybe days?) down to seconds and. I will never type it in lmao. Ongoing games are v depressing. Do you have scars you don’t like to talk about? No, those are thankfully gone. What is something you and your significant other do that may seem weird to others? Be helplessly and openly in love with imaginary demons while dating each other lmao (she's a Freeza fanatic). When and why did you last cry? The second day of school because of math class. When was the last time you drank? I think like... back on the 4th of July. Or some days after 'cuz I know Mom and I didn't finish the container in one night. Do you wear jewelry a lot? Just my piercings, really. Save for on my ear lobes because the holes on the left are fucked up, yay. I'm going to wind up just slightly stretching the first holes when I can afford a small kit; actual studs or hoops look stupid. Never wanted gauges until the holes got too stretched by the weight of hoops; now something needs to be there. Who in your household do you not have a good relationship with? My sister's (who doesn't even live here...) dog Bentley. I hate him and he doesn't like me. No, that doesn't mean I mistreat a pet. He's just a pain in the goddamn ass. Who in your life are you scared to lose more than anything? My mom. I don't know what would happen to me or how I'd cope at this time. Honestly, would you rather be single or in a relationship? I'm happier in a healthy relationship. Do any of your friends not get along at all? No. I mean, not that I know of. What are your 3 favorite internet sites? I'd be LOST without YouTube, then KM follows up close. #3, uh... Facebook or Tumblr, I suppose. Have you ever gotten anything autographed, if so by who & what was it? No. Well, I do have a little book of Disney World character autographs, but I don't think that really counts. Do you prefer Walmart or Target? We use Wal-mart. Who is your favorite model? Sara is a gd model don't even @ me about it. What have you done that is out of character for you? The Joel thing is the most anti-Brittany thing I've ever done for sure. I can't think of anything more current that stands out, unless it's- NO WAIT, this was quite a few months ago, but I firmly stood against an opinion my psychiatrist made known. He's very talkative and open as hell about his beliefs in current events, and he said something about pit bulls where I was just like... um no sir. I wasn't going to be rude though to HIM of all people so just said I don't base dogs by their breed and shut up. Awkward silence and we moved on. What do you feel strong enough to protest about? LGBT acceptance and rights. I already protest by having given up Chic-fil-a okay I care y'all. What’s the biggest blooper you’ve never lived down? Who knows... What is the best thing you have done just because you were told you can’t? Idk. I'm lucky to not have really been told that... What are you most thankful for? Thinking it all over, probably being born where I am. Boy is America FUCKED UP in some places, but boy would I be in a MUCH worse place if I was born in, say, North Korea, between my mental issues, sexuality, and opinions that can go to either end of the spectrum. How do you feel about thrift shops or flea markets? I love them! You can find the coolest, wackiest shit. What do you like to put gravy on? I hate gravy with a passion. Have you ever gone canoeing/kayaking? No. What one thing in particular makes you feel good about yourself? I genuinely think I'm a nice person that has other's well-being in mind. What is priceless to you? Love, in any form. What is one thing you know about your family history you’re proud of? Uhhh. I guess more than anything, I'm proud of my distant cousin for her unwavering love for and loyalty to her daughter when it came to escaping the Middle East and her dictatorial husband. Read Not Without My Daughter, it's great. Do you keep a budget? I don't have an income. What makes you feel rested and refreshed? Rested, a good night's sleep following being truly exhausted. Refreshed, oh man, gimme a hot, long shower. Who depends on you the most? Nobody. Could you ever be someone’s bodyguard? Hell no. Has one of your biggest fears come true? Yes. I was entirely convinced the world would literally end if Jason left. That night still doesn't feel real. Have you ever let your mom or significant other fight a battle for you? Colleen and Mom once fought after I'd ignored her, so I guess? It wasn't my wish or anything though for her to do it; Mom had shit to say by her own volition, and I wasn't going to tell my mother "no you can't do that." Did you create a checklist for your ideal spouse? No? Have you ever ridden on a subway or train and what did you like about it? Nope. Do you have to experience something to fully understand it? Yes. What embarrasses you instantly? A LOT A LOT A LOT!!!!! It is SO easy to embarrass me, including second-handedly. Do you think you could be a firefighter, why/why not? Hell no, I'm most certainly not in the necessary shape, and quite honestly I'm not that willing to risk my life for random people that could be assholes. What do you think should be censored? Idk. I have mixed feelings on censorship, no matter how stupid it seems. Eh... yeah, idk. Are you related to anyone famous or historical, if so who? Queen Victoria and William Clark. Would you ever donate a kidney to anyone, and who? Depends on who and obviously if we're even compatible. Have you ever fired a gun? No. What is the main quality you think makes a great parent? Sincerely caring for them, probably. Who is a female role model in your life? My mom, in some ways. What childhood dreams have you neglected? Jfc a lot, I don't want to think about it. What do you have trouble seeing clearly in your mind? My future, honestly. It's hard picturing my elderly days. Like I'm not suicidal anymore, I just don't really... realize I'll get there, I guess. I can't picture myself being old and alive. Would you travel to space if possible? No, too long of a trip. Are you an optimistic person? I'm a realist. Do you consider yourself more realistic OR idealistic? ^ Have you ever felt bi-curious? I started out accepting myself as bisexual through thinking myself as bicurious. I quickly realized "bisexual" was more accurate than "bicurious," but it was an easier thing to shift acceptance towards in regards to yourself when you thought you were straight for 21 years. Are you a fan of U.S. President Donald Trump? No sir. I agree with some of his ideas, but I hate him as an asshole person without a trace of manners. Do you know anyone with autism, mood disorders or learning disabilities? Multiple. I'd assume most people know someone who fits at least one criterion there. Are you green-eyed? Not exactly, but they definitely have a green hue to them. They're a gray/green blue. Would you consider UFC fighting and WWE real sports events? I think it's beyond debate that a lot of it is staged, but I mean, I guess to a degree? You still have to fight. It's physical exertion. Have you ever had an immediate relative pass away of cancer? No. Wait. I can't remember if my grandmother had cancer or not... but I don't think so. She was just old. Would you rather work in an office, warehouse or on a retail shop floor? An office, definitely. In my work-hunting as well as actual work experience, office work is probably the only job I could actually do that doesn't require a degree... Do you have a favorite wild animal? Why? You can't know me and not be fully aware meerkats are my favorite animal. Why? Ho boy. I love social species, and meerkats have such strong personalities, and holy shit are those little things brave as fuck. They're so GOSH DARN CUTE!!!! too, and their loyalty to each other is astounding. I love how playful and curious the little guys are, and... just wow okay, I could write an actual essay on how I adore meerkats so goddamn much. Do you have any unusual, uncommon phobias? I'm sure there are other people afraid of whale sharks, but I don't think it's common? And is an actual phobia of pregnancy uncommon? Idk. Do you prefer Android or iPhone? I hate my Android. I've had an iPhone in the past, and it was great. Are you a fan of sweet, sour, salty, or savory snacks? All, depending on my mood. Most often I'd say I like sweet. Do you believe climate change is real? We can't be friends if you don't. Do you believe in evolution OR creationism? Evolution. Do you think people can really predict the future? Nah. Have you been to a lot of shrinks? I hate that word. Just call them therapists. But yeah. How often do you clean your room? Not often enough. I need to dust... Any movies coming out soon that you want to see? I DESPERATELY wanna see the "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" one. Those books were my CHILDHOOD. What was the last fear you overcame? I don't know about totally overcame, but vocational rehab helped me quite a bit with answering the phone to numbers I didn't recognize. Have you ever hurt yourself trying to crack a body part? No, nothing on me really cracks. Well no, both my big toes do, but no, I haven't hurt myself trying to crack them. What’s the worst part about winter? The days where it's cold BUT ALSO WINDY asdkljfaklwej;awe Summer? It's too fucking hot and probably humid, too. Spring? POLLEN. Fall? Literally nothing. :') Are you allergic to anything? Pollen and silver. How many times have you changed a diaper in your life? Like, once. Which country has the most fascinating culture? Oh boy, idk. Who does your favorite song? Idrk what my current favorite song is. I say my all-time fave is "False Flags" by Massive Attack, but it's not something I constantly wanna listen to. I guess you could maybe say it's "Headache" by Motionless In White; I play and repeat that a lot. I've really been digging them lately. When was the last time you wore makeup? Shit dude, idk. Months ago. Do you prefer males or females or both? I'm generally afraid of men, but I mean, I don't "prefer" one over the other if he's a good guy. Where in your town do you go when you wanna chill with a few friends? I don't have any friends I go out with. But there's nowhere to go here anyway. Where’s the best place to get coffee? N/A Have you ever seen someone struggle with an addiction? My dad was an alcoholic, but he's recovered. He loved (idk if he still does it) fantasy football, too. Pretty sure I got my addictive personality from him, lol. When was the last time someone gave you flowers? Early 2017. Do you like cranberry juice? omfg NO. Do you play any zombie-killing video games? The Last of Us is fucking dope, but I didn't finish it before my PS3 broke. :'( I like the Resident Evil series too, and some of those games have zombies or similar creatures. And The Walking Dead game tears my heart out every fucking season. What is the dominating genre on your mp3 player/iPod? Varying forms of metal. Do you have a book shelf? No. What website do you spend way too much time on? YouTube is ALWAYS open. I constantly either watch let's players and a few other kinds of YTers, moving windows around so I can see it and do other things, or listen to music. Do you like wind chimes? I LOVE!!!!!!!!!! WINDCHIMES!!!!!!!!!! Do you have a fetish? No. Do you have a pet fish? No. Don't get me wrong, they're beautiful and calming, but not worth it for me personally. They don't have much of a personality at all, and cleaning a tank so much for just a fish isn't for me. Do you like kettle corn? (That sweet and salty popcorn) Yessss! Do you enjoy classic rock? Hell yeah, man. When was the last time you went for a walk, just cause? Not since I was at Sara's last. Do you listen to Type O Negative? No. Do you have any fillings or cavities? Yeah. Have you gotten your wisdom teeth taken out yet? No, and thankfully I don't need to. One was very close to needing to be, but it has just enough room. Do you actually read privacy policies when signing up for new things? "Depending on what I’m signing up for, I’m likely to at least skim it." <<< This. Did you have a lot of birthday parties when you were younger? If so, did you invite everyone in the class? I had a party every year up to... idk what age. And no, I only invited friends. Do you like when things are color coordinated? Yes. Have you ever participated in one of those “guess how many jelly beans, mints, etc. are in this jar!” contest? if so, have you ever won? Yeah, and no. Can you juggle? Nope. Have you ever mistaken a ringing phone on TV or in a movie for your own? Who hasn't? How often do you use bobby pins? Never. My hair's really too short for them. Well, I'd probably pin the right side up if I was doing something like cleaning. Do you live on an avenue, road, drive or something else? Road. What are your school colors? Blue and white. Have you ever taken a picture with Santa when you were little? Yeah. Have you ever rolled down a steep, grassy hill for fun? Actually yeah. Do you like Nerds candy? Yes I do.

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memphisdepayff21 · 3 years

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Intro

Kari

“Sire...Hey baby!”

I smiled as my son walked in with my best friend and a Chic-fil-a meal in his hand. Placing my receipt book down, I stooped down to his level, kissing him up.

“How school go?”

“Good. Mimi got me chigga fil a”

I laughed, looking up at Melissa and mouthing a thank you. My hours are long, I’m a single mother, a single women, and my family is..... inconsistent. And not that it’s their job but a little help would be great.

“Alrght, go sit in fi mi office. We leave soon”

He nodded, walking off with his Ipad and food in his hand and to my office.\

“You think you can fix this glue before you leave girl?”

Melissa questioned. I laughed and nodded my head.

“I can fix it now Sit”

She smiled and hopped in my chair.

I’m a hairstylist in New York. The first African-American/ Italian Salon owner and Barbershop on t6his block. I built it from the ground up. Literally. I bought the building, fixed it up, bought all equipment. I don’t owe anybody, but everybody owes me. I rent my booths out to stylist and barbers, and I own 5 investment properties in New York.

My prices for hair are as such:

Leave out’s are $140, Frontal Sew Ins are $180, Closure Sew Ins are $140, Bob leave outs are $150, $360 Frontal Sew Ins are $200, High and Low ponytails are $100, Sweep ponytails with tracks is $120, and so and and so forth. I also make wigs which can goo for $300-$400. And if I install it, it’s $80 extra. Plus my classes which are $1200. Sounds like a lot put bitches go crazy for my styles, wigs, and classes. I walk out and make at least $4,000 a day. And that’s on a slow day. It’s a blessing to be in the position I’m in, I’ve done celebrities head as well, I say local, but I’m well know and travel for certain clients like Ari Fletcher, Toya Carter, Tiny Harris. Nothing crazy, but I’m trying to make my way up the ladder.

“Thank you for picking Sire u-”

“Girl, we’re sisters. It’s nothing. How’ve you been?”

I exhaled. I try not to complain about much, I just take it all in stride and know God is working.

“I’m good, you know. I get lonely. But I’m blee-”

“Hello... Is this Sire’s?”

A older women spoke as she walked in. I meant to lock that shit.

“Yes ma’am, it is. But I’m close-”

“Oh please love. If you could do my hair. My son has a brunch set for me tomorrow and I’m out of options”

I exhaled. Tired, and ready to get my baby home, I wanted to say no. But she was so sweet and respectful with how she asked. I nodded.

“Yes ma’am. I can help you”

8:59 pm

“You can be my honey?”

“What’s a honey?”

Mrs. Phylicia spoke to Sire as he sat in her lap, talking her head off. But she loved it, and was soaking it all up.

“Hayden calls his grandma, Honey. You can be my honey”

She laughed, looking at me and I laughed and shook my head.

“Sire.... you’re tired. And Mrs. Phylicia, we are all done”

Turing her around, she looked at her hair and her mouth dropped.

“Wow... thank you baby. This is beautiful”

“It is beautiful honey”

She laughed, rubbing cheek then looking back at me.

“How would you like to attend my birthday brunch. I’d love to have you two. It’s the least I could do for taking up your time”

“Oh no, we’d had to intrude”

She smiled and shook her head.

“No intrusion at all. Please”

Rasheed

“Baby, I’ll be glad when you buy a home. 90 flights up gives me anxiety”

My mother spoke across from me as she sipped her wine. My dad looked up at the sky and shook his head.

“He’s a bachelor hunny\. Why would he need a home right now”

Nothing my head, I thanked my chef as she handed me an other glass of wine then looked at my mom.

“Exactly, bachelor... I’m living my best life”

“Don’t you want a family baby? Shoot I want some grandkids”

She was pressed more than me. But to answer that, of course I did. But in my position. It’s hard to know whats real and whats fake. I guess now would be a good time to introduce myself. I’m Rasheed Ali Bailon

Thanks to my real father’s inheritance, my mother, and my skill at being really good at keeping and saving money, I’ve extended my money to the next degree. I was at first worth only $198 Billion. Now, as of today, I’m worth $250 Billion

I found out my pops was a fucking Billionaire. I was his side chick child. Had when he cheated on his wife. All these years I thought he just didn’t give a fuck about me. But he wrote letters for me every year and had them put aside. He passed 2 years ago and left me everything. His $198 billion company and all of his billions to me solely. ME. A poor ass kid from The BX. I’m 22 and a Billionaire. He had 5 kids total and a wife and left it to me, all of it. Every single penny. They got the house and a car or two, but fuck it, I’ve bought that time 1000.

The money ain’t changed me though, Just made me smarter. My circle got smaller, my time is a bit busier, and I’ve invested in a fleet of jets, yachts, buildings, residentials, shit the building I live in, I own. I’m blessed.

I am the CEO Of previous Toussaint Incorporation, It’s now Bailon Incorporation. I was also grated the right to change the name. We invests in and hold dozens of major public and private companies. As part of our portfolio, my company also owns and operates several self-titled companies, including Bailon Home Services of America and Bailon Direct Insurance Company.

But apart from our branded companies, Bailon does a bit more than provide insurance. In 2017, Bailon companies and holdings contribute a variety of commodities and services to the market - including producing computers and electronic products, providing insurance, producing clothing, serving food products, automotive products and services and much more. Although Toussaint Inc. originally started out primarily in the textile industry, I’ve grown to make it become a conglomerate that invests in a diverse group of major companies and provides the prime example of my famous value investing strategy.

I have 100% ownership in multimillion and billion dollar companies. And not all of them are the same. I’ll name a few. For starters, Billups Brick Company, it’s construction, I own it 100%. AlterLinks, Electric Transmission, I own it 100%, and it’s also a subsidiary of Bailon Energy. I mean the list is long, jewelry, auto sales, utilities, Insurance, Bond Insurance, Media, Logistics, Food and Beverage, Pipeline, Clothing, Luxury, Jets, Furniture, Sports Equipment, Pharmaceuticals, Materials and Construction, as I said before the list exceeds my age of life. Plus more.

Once again, I’ll say I’m blessed. I bought my mother a house, she’s well off even though she’s always been her own hustler. The lavish life is the shit, I’ll admit. But a nigga has had his fair share of lame females and one night stands, so much so that I’m ready to settle down. Just hanging with the niggas gets bored. I want a wife, a daughter or a son. Mostly a daughter though.

“Yeah, one day. Not now. I haven’t come across any one that grabs my attention”

“Well it’s coming. I’ve prayed on it, I heard the lord say it. It’s coming. Also, I’ve invited a person to my brunch tomorrow”

I raised a eyebrow. A friend? I’ve planned this thing for 2 months, from what she told me, no adjustments needed to be made.

“Who?”

“Does it matter, a extra 2 will be there. It’s going to be grand”

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mystical-flute · 6 years

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Home For Christmas

After managing to defeat Mother Gothel and Lady Tremaine before Drizella cast her curse, Henry brings his family home to Storybrooke for Christmas.

"Henry, are you sure about this?"

Ella was frowning as their group made its way through the woods to where the portal back to Storybrooke was to open in just under half an hour.

"Of course I'm sure. You've already met my family, Ella, and they loved you and Lucy, remember?" Henry replied with a smile, looking at their daughter, who was skipping ahead of them. "You have nothing to worry about." His family had taken turns in visiting him in the New Enchanted Forest, but it was his mothers, father and stepfather who had been around the most consistently.

"It isn't Lucy or myself that I'm worried about, Henry," Ella explained, looking further behind them to where Anastasia and Drizella were. Drizella looked as nervous as Ella did. "I'm worried about how they'll react to Drizella. I mean, after everything…"

"It'll be okay, I promise. It won't be the first time that my family allowed a former villain into the fold," Henry explained with a wry smile on his face. "You know what my mom and aunt were like before they were welcomed into our family. I'm sure they'll be able to accept Drizella. Especially since we showed Drizella the truth about Gothel and she saved Anastasia. If anyone can accept being messed up in the head by someone that was supposed to love you, it's my mom."

"Yeah but after everything I did to her, everything I wanted to do – " Drizella started.

Henry could only shrug. "My aunt pretended to be my grandma's nurse and then tried to kidnap my uncle right after he was born in order to enact her curse. Not even you went so far as to harm a child. And for a lot of people, Storybrooke has been a second chance. You'll find a place to belong there, I'm sure of it." They didn't call him the Heart of the Truest Believer for nothing, after all, and he truly believed that Drizella could find her second chance in Storybrooke. " Besides, it's Christmas. They're pretty much obligated to play nice on a day like today."

"Daddy, I see the portal!" Lucy called, standing in front of the looming white vortex. "Can I go first?!"

"Absolutely not, Lucy," Ella said. "We go together as a family. All five of us." She looked reassuringly at her stepsisters and smiled as Henry squeezed Lucy's hand.

They stood in a line, arms looped together, and Henry smiled. "Okay then. On three. One, two… three!"

Henry would never get used to the feeling of going through a portal. The stomach-turning, flip-flopping feeling of being pulled between dimensions was indescribable, and not in a good way. But they got through it, and the familiar streets of Storybrooke came into view, decorated with twinkling lights, snowmen, Santa, and all of the beloved symbols from the winter season.

"Man… it's been fifteen years and everything still looks the same," Henry said with a chuckle. "Come on. My grandparents' farm is this way."

"Henry Mills, is that you?" a voice asked.

Henry turned and grinned at the familiar man with the Dalmatian companion. "Archie! Did no one tell you I was coming home for the holidays?" he said with a laugh, pulling the man into a hug. "It's been so long. How are you?"

Archie laughed in return. "I've been great, really great. I'm doing weddings full time now, but I still have my psychology office open for when people are troubled."

"I'm glad that everything's going good for you Archie." Henry leaned down to the dog with a grin. "Hey Pongo! Remember your favorite kid?" He frowned a little when the dog simply sniffed him as if he hadn't seen him before.

The older man cleared his throat awkwardly. "Henry this… this isn't Pongo. Pongo died a few years ago. This is Lucky, Pongo's son. But uh – who do you have with you?"

Henry mentally chastised himself for not realizing that sooner. Dalmatians didn't have the longest life span, and Pongo had already been a fully-grown dog by the time Henry came into the picture. Even with the curse having frozen everyone, Henry had been gone for fifteen years…

"I'm sorry Archie. Pongo was a great dog," he said, standing up. "Oh, right. Archie this is my wife, Ella, my daughter Lucy and my sisters-in-law Anastasia and Drizella. Ladies, this is Archie Hopper. He's a psychologist and minister."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all! Henry, I can't believe you're married with a daughter! They told us you were, but seeing it with my own eyes it's… well it's shocking to admit how grown up you've become!"

Henry laughed. "You do realize I'm in my thirties now, right Archie?"

"Yes yes, I know. But I've kept you long enough. I'm sure you family's wondering where you are. It was good to see you, Henry," Archie said with a smile and a wave, continuing his walk down the street.

He could hear the sheep in the back yard and smiled fondly. It seemed Grandpa Charming's farm was going smoothly.

"Grams? Gramps? We're here!" Henry called, hearing Tramp's eager barking from the side of the house.

"Henry!" his uncle called, running up to him from the barn with a wide smile on his face."

"Wow, look at you, Leo! You've gotten so tall buddy!" Henry said with a grin. "How's school?"

"Not nearly as interesting as your adventures from what Mom and Dad have said! I wish they would have brought me with them last time they visited you!" Leo said, hugging him tight.

Henry could only chuckle and return it. "Well it's better they didn't. It was pretty dicey there for a while. But we've got everything calmed down now. That's why we brought Drizella and Ana with us."

Leo looked over at the women, before frowning. "Henry, if you think I hadn't heard what Drizella did – why did you bring her with you?"

"Because she's changed, Leo. Or – she's changing, really. We managed to get her to see the light before it was too late. Otherwise we'd be cursed right now," Henry said. "You know your parents would do the same. Speaking of… where are they?"

"Hm? They're in the house working on dinner. Your parents are here too. So are Zelena and Jade," Leo said with a smile. "Buuut it looks like the Golds are here. We should get inside before Mom makes us do Christmas outside and I for one am freezing. Come on Lucy, I'll race you to the door!"

Henry laughed, watching as Gideon joined in the race and hearing the door open with a loud bang as the three disappeared inside.

"Henry, I see you brought more than your family with you," his grandfather said, looking at Drizella with a frown. Belle didn't look much more trusting, and while Henry couldn't blame them, it was Christmas after all, and he didn't want anything to go wrong today, lest they all feel the wrath of Snow White.

"I – I knew I shouldn't have come," Drizella said quietly.

"No, don't say that Drizzy. You helped bring me back without hurting Lucy. You stopped yourself from casting the curse. You stopped Gothel. If they can't see it… that's their loss," Anastasia suddenly spoke up, looking at Rumplestiltskin. "She is trying. I've seen it."

Rumple and Belle looked at each other, but nothing more was said as they entered the farmhouse, the aroma of Christmas dinner wafting through the air as Bing Crosby's voice warbled out of the radio. Henry could see Gideon and Leo showing Lucy some sort of video game, the little girl's eyes wide with curiosity and delight, and she called over Anastasia to see what the magical thing was.

His parents looked up in surprise when they saw Drizella and Anastasia, but before any of them could speak, his grandmother appeared with a wide smile on her face.

"Hello everyone! Thank you for bringing the salad, Belle. Drinks are in the dining room on the built-in," Snow said, taking the large bowl out of Belle's hands. "Henry, Ella, it's so nice to see you again. Who else did you – oh. Drizella, right?"

Drizella swallowed tight, nodding as Henry braced himself for round two of trouble.

Instead, Snow smiled. "It's nice to see you again. Merry Christmas. Are you thirsty? I'll get you something to drink."

"M-Merry Christmas, Snow," Drizella managed to say. "U-um, yes, I'd like a drink. Wine, if you have any."

Snow nodded. "Sure, come with me and I'll get you a glass."

Henry smiled and leaned over to Ella. "See? Things are going to be okay. Anastasia and Lucy are with Leo and Gideon and Drizella is being welcomed in with open arms." Or at least, she wasn't being welcomed with fireballs to the chest. That was a start, right?

Ella smiled slightly. "I guess so Henry. It looks like Lucy and Ana are having a good time at least. Come on. Let's go say hi to your parents."

"So Drizella is…" Regina said carefully, looking over as the younger woman helped Snow and Belle with the table.

"She's recovering," Ella said with a small nod. "She's living with us now. She and Ana both. Since their mother isn't around anymore she's gotten a lot better. Trying to repent for what she did. She even got back a lot of Tiana's things that were sold when her kingdom was in trouble."

Emma looked a little suspicious. "How exactly did she get that stuff back?"

"We didn't say it was a perfect start. She is trying but sometimes… she slips," Ella said. "I'm sure you understand how it is, Regina."

Regina inhaled sharply at being called out and nodded slowly. "Yes, I suppose so. Henry, you're sure about this?"

Henry took in his three parents. All people who had been hurt or consumed by the darkness at one point in time. He understood that they were a bit nervous about Drizella, after all, Drizella had hurt him, their son, had tried to curse him, but even so…

"Mom, where would you be right now if Grandma, Grandpa and Ma hadn't given you a chance after your curse?"

Regina clamped her mouth shut at that, and before any of them knew it, Hook and Alice had arrived, and it was time to open gifts.

"Hey bud," his dad said with a smile as he pulled out a small gift bag. "We have something to give you and Ella."

"We?" Henry asked as the kids engaged in a wrapping paper ball fight.

Neal gestured vaguely to the other adults in the room, who were giving each other sneaky glances. "All of us here. Well, minus Hook, but he was in the Enchanted Forest so."

"O-kay…" Henry said, carefully removing the tissue paper and staring at what was at the bottom of the bag.

"Are these – "

"Magic beans. Anton finally got his garden working properly again, so now it won't take blood magic to get to you," Emma said with a smile. "And we can see you more often. And you can come visit us too!"

"Maybe you guys can extend your Storybrooke vacation a little longer?" Grandpa Charming suggested with a warm smile.

Henry looked at Ella, who was looking at his parents with wide eyes. "This… these are incredible! Thank you so much!" she said with a smile. "I can't believe we have the chance to see you more often! Now Lucy and I will be able to learn what this world is like."

"So I can learn how to play the video games Leo and Gideon showed me?" Lucy asked with a wide smile, clutching a wad of wrapping paper in her hands.

"And make friends here, yeah kid," Emma said with a wide smile. "Maybe show Aunt Tiana and Uncle Naveen around?"

Henry grinned and draped an arm around Ella as the chatter continued.

"Henry?" Ella said, resting her head against his shoulder. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you, and since we're all here with your family, now might be the best time."

"Oh? What is it? Hey – everyone? Ella has something to tell us."

The noise died as all eyes turned to Ella, who smiled shyly.

"I'm pregnant."

As if a switch had been flipped, the noise erupted once again, joy filling the air and Henry pulled Ella in for a kiss. "I love you."

And as the snow fell gently outside the farmhouse and the fire crackled, filling the room with warmth as Rumplestiltskin filled champagne glasses for the adults that could drink, and sparkling grape juice for anyone that couldn't.

"I would like to propose a toast to our family. May we be ever closer now than we were before, and may our new year be bright. Merry Christmas everyone."

Henry raised his glass and took a drink, smiling as he looked around the room. It was nice to be back in Storybrooke.

It was nice to be home.

#fanfiction #ouat #once upon a time #henry mills #jacinda #glass scribe #glass believer #rumbelle #snowing #outlaw queen #lucy mills #rumplestiltskin #belle french #gideon gold #snow white #prince charming #neal nolan #zelena mills #robin mills

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In Sickness and In Health Ch2 - shalaska - pureCAMP

A/N - first of all i would like to wish the happiest of birthdays to nymph, i love u grandma!!! <333

second of all, thanks to tiff for letting me get this in when it didn’t work! ur an angel

hope u enjoy!!

Around an hour later, or as Alaska was learning to judge time, eight coughing fits later, Miss Michaels re-entered the room. She was lucky to have just missed another one of Sharon’s violent attacks, and the princess had lain back down on her bed, her skin practically grey and her chest heaving. Alaska tore her gaze away from the sick princess and to Miss Michaels, who seemed to grasp what had just happened instantly upon entering, but said nothing about it. She probably knew Sharon didn’t want her to make a fuss.

“Are you ladies hungry?” Miss Michaels asked them. “Sharon, Her Royal Highness has requested that the two of you join them for dinner.”

That didn’t sound like an unusual request – at least, not to Alaska. Surely it was fairly normal for the eldest princess to sit and eat with her family, as well as the poor woman who’d offered to try and help her. However, Sharon raised her eyebrows and struggled to prop herself up onto her skinny elbows, apparently shocked.

“She’s not keeping me quarantined? Shit, she really must think she’s sending me off to my death.” The princess deadpanned.

Miss Michaels smiled sadly. “You know it isn’t like that, dear. It pains your mother to keep you away from the family, you know it does. She only does what the palace doctor advises.”

“And a fat lot of good his advice has done,” Sharon muttered softly, but she relented despite her bitter words. “I guess I’d like to say goodbye to them. They’re not too unbearable. Mother Dust, will you-?”

She didn’t need to finish her question. Miss Michaels let the door she was leaning against close behind her as she walked towards the bed, helping the twenty-four year old to her feet and supporting her as they stood. Alaska could see that Sharon’s entire bodyweight was resting on Miss Michaels, her muscles straining as she tried to hold her own but was too weak. It was no surprise that Miss Michaels could still walk with ease; when Sharon had nearly collapsed onto Alaska after her first coughing fit, she’d weighed nearly nothing. Alaska got to her feet to hold the door open for the two, and quickly followed as they left.

The dining room, just as Alaska expected, was lavish and rich. There was a long table directly in the middle, laden with gleaming silverware and dishes, with the King and Queen seated at opposite sides and the two younger princesses sat together on one side. Instantly, the smell of warm, fresh food made Alaska’s stomach rumble beyond belief. None of the prepared dishes had been revealed yet, but the smell alone told Alaska she would never eat like this again.

She took her seat next to Sharon, who was helped down by Miss Michaels. The princess, contrary to Alaska, didn’t seem all too thrilled about the prospect of eating such an expensive meal. When she noticed Princess Adore watching her, Alaska saw the older princess cross her eyes and stick out her tongue, winking when her sister started to giggle. It was only a small thing, but in her current state it obviously took a lot for her to try. Even so, her forced positivity faded as soon as it had appeared.

“Thank you for joining us, you two. I think it’s always pertinent to have a good meal before a journey.” The Queen smiled brightly, though it faltered slightly at her daughter’s less-than enthusiastic expression.

“Me too. Haven’t had one of those in a long time.” Sharon mumbled darkly.

Alaska sucked in a breath at the sudden change in the overall atmosphere. Just like that, the sick princess had the power to completely switch the mood. Princess Adore ducked her head down, refusing to make eye contact, whilst Princess Laila glared at her older sister. Sharon stared stonily back, unfazed by the negative reactions she was receiving. In the mean time, the King and Queen eyed each other nervously, not sure how to approach the situation. All three princesses were upset, and they had a guest to deal with on top of that. Alaska stayed quiet, doing her best to give the royal family a little bit of peace.

The King was the first to speak again. “Now, come on Sharon. Didn’t we talk about this with Miss Michaels just the other week?”

Sharon nodded slowly. “Oh, right. Yes, we did. Being more positive in terms of my attitude and towards life in general.” She paused, coughing violently into a napkin before facing her father again. “Wow, I feel better already.”

“Sharon!” The Queen chastised.

“Sorry.” Sharon muttered sarcastically. “It was just a joke. I don’t feel any better.”

Sensing the tension in the air, Miss Michaels and a few other servants who were lingering by started to serve the meal, their bustling around effectively distracting everyone from the dispute. As far as the eye could see, there were rich, seasoned meats, steaming vegetables, aromatic bread and all kinds of deep crimson and purple wine. There was no doubt in Alaska’s mind that this meal alone probably cost more than her entire house. When the plate was handed to her, she decided to follow suit along with the rest of the family and inhale as much as she could – of course, trying her best to look as polite and meek as she could whilst doing so. As soon as everything had been handled out, Miss Michaels moved towards Sharon.

“No, Miss Michaels. Stop. We’re not doing this.” She told the woman, waving her away. “I don’t – not in front of…”

Through a mouthful of wine, Alaska turned her head to watch Sharon gesturing towards her sisters, her eyes fixed on Miss Michaels. The oldest princess didn’t have a plate in front of her, but one of the servants had placed down a bowl filled with some kind of soup instead. It didn’t look very appealing, and Sharon didn’t appear to want to eat it.

“You need your energy, Your Highness.” Miss Michaels insisted, sitting down beside her. “If this is the only way to do it, then so be it.” She lifted one of the spoons from the table.

Sharon pushed her hand away yet again. “Stop it! This is undignified, I’m not doing it. Leave it, I refuse.”

Across the table, Laila raised her eyebrows. “Since when have you ever had dignity?”

“Fuck off, Laila. I didn’t realize we’d invited you into the conversation.” Sharon snapped back at her.

There it was again, the mounting tension that occurred every time Sharon spoke. Alaska wasn’t sure if the family had always been like this, or whether it was just Sharon’s mysterious illness adding to her irritability, but either way it was extremely uncomfortable to witness.

The King finished chewing and frowned. “Sharon, language! Laila, don’t provoke your sister. We asked you to join us for dinner before you leave so we can spend some time together, but you’re more than welcome to return to your room to eat if you’re going to be so negative.”

“Language, my ass.” Sharon swore, prompting all the eyes at the table to widen. “Excuse me for not wanting to sit here and be fucking spoon-fed soup at the age of twenty four because I’m too fucking weak to hold the goddamn spoon steady. I would literally prefer it if you locked me in that fucking bedroom to eat as I have been the past few months anyway, considering I can’t fucking keep this solid food down any longer and it makes you all so goddamn upset. Let Miss Michaels take me back upstairs so I can be fed this shit like a fucking baby without getting stared at. In case you forgot, I’m sick, not fucking invalid.”

By the end of her rant, Sharon’s voice had become hoarse and strained, like it didn’t want to work any longer. Her ashen skin was inflamed and red, and her chest heaved up and down with the effort it had taken. Alaska froze, holding her breath without even realizing as she waited. Her gaze fell upon the Queen, so similar in appearance to all three of her daughters, her gloved hands clapped over her mouth and tears shining in her eyes. The King slammed his fork down onto the table.

“Look what you’re doing to your family! Look at your poor mother, she doesn’t deserve to be treated the way you’re treating her. Why do you think we agreed for this young lady to help you? So that you won’t be sick and you can stop tearing this family apart!”

Sharon coughed loudly, ducking her head under the table, and resurfaced with her face even redder than it was before. “Look what I’m doing to the family?! Look what this illness is doing to me! I can’t fucking feed myself, if you didn’t get that. I’m not tearing this goddamn family apart, I’m being isolated from it whilst whatever fucking disease I have tears me apart! Is it so hard to understand? But by all means, let’s worry about mother, shall we? Let’s worry about Laila, and Adore.”

The King breathed heavily, his own skin growing red with anger. “So you don’t care about your mother? You don’t care about your sisters? Your future as the Queen of this kingdom?”

“No. I hope this journey kills me.”

With a shuddering gasp, the Queen stood up from her chair, quickly taking Laila and Adore under her arm and whisking them out of the room with her. Alaska’s cheeks were heated, flushed from the awkwardness of being the only human barrier between the King and the princess. She heard a loud sob, and then the door closed behind the Queen and the two younger princesses.

Tears filled Sharon’s eyes. “I – I didn’t mean that. I didn’t…”

Without another word, the King abandoned his seat and followed his wife out, leaving just Alaska, Sharon, Miss Michaels, and a few other servants in the room. In the silence, it felt glaringly empty and wrong, and the servants quickly got to work clearing everything up. Sharon bunched up her napkin and threw it across the room, sinking lower into her seat and crossing her arms over her chest. Her dull blue eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

“I always have to fuck everything up.” She cursed, uncrossing her arms again to presumably feel for a napkin, before dabbing at her tears with her sleeve. “Where’s – oh fuck it, whatever.”

Tentatively, Alaska reached out, placing a hand onto Sharon’s shoulder. The princess instantly whipped her head round, her watery eyes meeting with Alaska’s and then hitting the floor. Not quite sure how far she could push it, she gently squeezed and mustered the courage to speak.

“Hey, don’t… you didn’t, uh, mess everything up. You can still talk to them, right? We’re not – we’re not leaving until tonight. You have time.”

Sharon scoffed, wiping away one of her tears. “Time is the one thing I don’t have. Besides, they don’t wanna talk to me. Not after that.”

Alaska frowned. “But don’t you see? They’re upset at you because you’re talking about dying, and the last thing they want is for you to die. They care about you.”

“I don’t care about them.”

Miss Michaels interjected, pulling Sharon to her feet and enveloping her in a hug. Sharon seemed to shrink even more in the older woman’s embrace, sobbing into her chest.

“Why are you crying, then?” Miss Michaels asked softly. “If you don’t care? Or are you lying to poor old Mother Dust?”

Sharon sniffed, saying nothing.

“You do remember what happens when naughty princesses lie to me, don’t you?” There was a hint of teasing in her voice. She held Sharon at arm’s-length to grin at her, poking her skinny ribs through the dress. “Surely you remember.”

Alaska wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard Sharon laugh ever-so-quietly. “Mother Dust. Don’t.”

Before Alaska even knew what was happening, the princess was shrieking and giggling, and Miss Michaels was grinning as she poked and prodded at her, finding all the ticklish spots she presumably knew from her childhood. Alaska laughed along with them as she watched, interested to see how long Sharon could withstand it before she crumbled. In only seconds, she was begging for mercy from the servant, ripping herself free and clinging onto the back of the chair for support. For a few moments she was doubled over, trying to catch her breath, before the fit of coughing overtook her once more. Alaska looked away just as the dark blood began to stain the tablecloth.

“I guess I sh-should apologise to them.” Sharon said as she straightened, her voice muffled by her hands. “Or – or something. S-So I don’t leave them w-with bad mem-memories of me. Miss Michaels-”

Without needing further instruction, Miss Michaels rushed to Sharon’s side, helping the princess to her feet once again and supporting her in taking a few tentative steps. After the first couple, Sharon waved her away and began to walk unaided, if slightly shakily, towards the door her family had exited through not long ago. Alaska, suddenly lost in the midst of a palace with a princess and her family troubles, got up to walk next to Miss Michaels. The older lady was hovering behind Sharon a little, cautious in case she were to lose strength.

Things definitely hadn’t gone as Alaska had expected them to. She’d never been a part of the archetypal family – two parents and some siblings – but she hadn’t expected the royal family to be so… normal, she supposed, in their interactions. In public, they were formal and of the utmost politeness to everybody else including each other, yet in the comfort of their palace it was almost as though they weren’t royalty at all, just normal folk. Sharon swore more than some of the rougher boys in the orphanage where she, Courtney and Willam had grown up. Yet she was a princess, not common blood like they were.

The group made their way back through the door they’d first entered through, Alaska’s eyes first falling upon the winding staircase and then the long marble corridor stretching out toward what she presumed was the garden. One of the doors was ajar, open just enough to reveal a bit of light coming from inside, and some low voices talking. Not hesitating for a moment, Sharon pressed on, leaving Miss Michaels and Alaska to follow and linger awkwardly in the doorway as she walked in.

“It’s not right…” Adore was muttering, sat on the floor in front of a tall white dollhouse. The younger princess looked upset, her dark hair falling in front of her eyes and a doll clutched in her fist. In the corner, curled up in an expensive-looking gilt chair, Laila sulked and watched her sister play.

“I know it’s not.” She said bluntly. “What can I do about it?”

Neither girl seemed to have noticed Sharon’s presence, as though she were a ghost in the room. Upon approaching the dollhouse, Sharon dropped to her knees and took hold of one of the discarded dolls, her hair torn completely off. A smile made its way onto her face as she ran her thumb against the doll’s bristles, eye to eye with Adore.

“Remind me of her name again?” Sharon asked softly.

Adore looked up at her, smiling back somewhat nervously. “Polly.”

Sharon chuckled. “Right. She used to be my favourite, you know. You know what I did with her?”

Adore shook her head at her sister. “What did you do?”

“I ripped all her hair out.” Sharon grinned. “Then I was forced to give her up, because there was a baby in the house who wanted to play with her.”

She jerked her head in Laila’s direction. “And then Laila put her all back together again. Gave her beautiful soft hair, repainted her face all delicate and sweet, even sewed clothes for her. And then –” Adore was starting to giggle at Sharon’s repetitive story. “I was thirteen, and there was another new baby. That little baby grew up, started to play with the doll, and then?”

For her finale, she jabbed Adore in the arm with the hairless doll. “She proceeded to tear out all her hair. You’re a little devil, just like me.”

Adore smiled.

“My little mini-me. Can you promise me something? Can you promise that whilst I’m away, you’ll be a little less devilish? Only whilst I’m gone. Then when I’m back, I’ll play with you and you can be as devilish as you like. Is that a deal?”

Adore was silent for a moment, as if she was thinking. Then, in a sudden rush of affection, she flung her arms around Sharon’s neck and hugged her tightly. Sharon faltered, clearly not expecting it, before hugging back.

“I promise.” Adore whispered. “You’re gonna come back and play?”

“I will. I just gotta get better, and then when I’m better, me and you can wreak havoc in these doll’s lives.”

With some difficulty, the princess straightened, ruffling Adore’s hair before making her way over to Laila. On closer inspection, she held a heavy book to her chest, and was scanning the pages far too quickly to be actually reading them. It was clear her gaze was firmly planted on the pages to avoid interacting with Sharon, but even in her weakness she had such a commanding aura; Laila had no choice but to look up.

“Listen to me,” Sharon began, sitting in the chair next to her sister. “Will you listen?”

Laila’s grip on her book intensified. Her knuckles were practically trembling with the effort. “No. Won’t you just go on your journey so you can hurry and die, just like you said?”

Sharon sighed. “Laila, please. Listen to me.”

The middle princess closed her eyes, her face screwing up. “I’m all ears. Make it quick.”

“I’m sorry. I snapped, I didn’t mean to upset you or Adore like that. Do you believe me? Can you trust me?” Sharon’s questions were peculiar. Alaska frowned from the doorway as she tried to figure out what was happening.

“I can trust you.” Laila said stiffly. “Is that it?”

Sharon shook her head. “No, no. Can I trust you? I have to say something important, and I can’t trust Adore with it because she’s too little. I can’t trust mother or father, because they won’t react properly.”

Laila nodded, a little impatiently. “You can trust me.”

“Good.” Sharon swallowed. “You know – you know I’m not healthy. You know there’s a good chance that I’ll… you know that to me, tomorrow isn’t a guarantee. But you, you’re strong. Mother may say you can be grumpy and moody – which you are – but you’re sixteen, we all were. However, I need to know that I can trust you to do my job.”

“Your job?” Laila cocked her head, momentarily confused. Sharon took hold of one of Laila’s hands, freeing it from the grasp of her book and clinging onto it.

“You need to be fair, and kind, and thoughtful, and forgiving. You and I both struggle with those, that’s why we argue. We’re so alike.” Sharon smiled. “But those are the characteristics that a queen needs, so she can be a good ruler. You need to be able to take on that role, for me. Do better than I would do.”

Laila’s eyes filled with tears, which she tried to hide with an angry frown. “B-But you’re going to be queen. You’re the oldest.”

Sharon wiped at her own eyes. “And I’m also the sickest. You know – t-there’s a chance I won’t – I won’t make it to… to my coronation. So you – you’ll have to do it. Promise me you’ll do that.”

“I promise.” Laila reached over, similarly to Adore, to hug her sister. The moment was sweet and brief, and soon enough the pair pulled apart and Sharon got to her feet for the last time. Her face wore a melancholy smile as she walked towards the door where Alaska and Miss Michaels were stood, stopping about halfway. She sighed heavily and turned around to face her two sisters a final time.

“I love you, both of you. I’m sorry if I didn’t say it enough. I love you.” She finished, and ducked out of the door before the tears threatening to fall could spill over.

Realization hit Alaska like a freight train. Sharon was saying goodbye. She hadn’t dared to utter the word itself, knowing the emotional turmoil it would bring with it, and instead had addressed each sister personally. Saying her own goodbye in a way that would take them a little while to figure out. Alaska guessed she was hoping that they wouldn’t realize she’d been saying goodbye until she had left. Even so, her words had a very final note to them.

“Mother Dust, get Miss Dujour and Miss Creme to collect some of my basic things, tell them to get as little as possible. Just that fucking pot, a spare dress and my money, I think. I don’t want to make the horses carry too much, we’ll take a local everyday carriage.” Sharon ordered, and then halted. “And, uh… don’t – don’t tell my parents I’m leaving. Not until after we’ve left. I don’t want to face goodbyes with them.”

Miss Michaels nodded slowly, taking her orders with no response and setting off up the tall staircase, calling the names of the other servants on her way to find the King and Queen. Once she was completely out of sight, Sharon let out a long breath and slumped against the banister.

“That was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

Alaska’s heart ached for the princess. “Saying goodbye? I could only imagine.”

Sharon nodded. “Yeah, and –” She lifted both of her hands to her mouth, coughing. “H-Holding back all th-these c-coughs.”

Just as Alaska was about to speak, Sharon held up one finger to stop her and spat into a nearby plant pot, the dark blood from her lips blending in with the almost black soil. Alaska winced, doing all she could to avoid sucking in a breath through her teeth. She was pretty sure that the last thing Sharon wanted was her pity, so she tried to keep it internalized.

“Shit. Sorry, Alaska. I suppose you’ll be lucky if you don’t have to put up with all of this for very long.”

Alaska shook her head fiercely, taken aback. “Don’t! God, Sharon – I can deal with a bit of blood if it means I could possibly save your life. I’m not heartless.”

Sharon laughed. “Of course, I forgot. When you spend your whole life in palace balls and surrounded by other royalty you don’t experience much selflessness. We’re bred to be selfish.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.” Alaska stated firmly. “You don’t seem selfish. You were sweet to your sisters, and in a way you’re sparing your parents the pain of a goodbye. That’s pretty selfless.”

At her words, Alaska saw the princess brighten a little. It wasn’t much, certainly not enough to bring her back from the darkness she’d fallen into, but for a second Alaska saw it. The old glow in her skin, the old twinkle in her eye and the old joy of her smile. It flickered back like a candle in a thunderstorm, snuffed in an instant. But for a short while, it had burned. If she had to, Alaska would spend fruitless hours relighting that wick just to see the slight glimmer again and again.

Sharon was speechless. She stood up straight, using the banister for support, her mouth open slightly as she took in what had just been said. Alaska’s eyes were drawn to Sharon’s parted lips – her thick, full lips – and her heart rate quickened. Almost instinctively, after spotting a minute remainder of blood on the princess’s mouth, Alaska drew closer. Her thumb gently brushed across Sharon’s lips, a delicate and tender movement carried out inches from her face. Neither of them broke eye contact. Neither of them spoke.

“Your Highness, I have your –”

At the sound of a peppy, energetic voice, Alaska swiftly drew back, Sharon recoiling in the same fashion. Her eyes landed upon a dark-haired servant, who wilted under Sharon’s gaze and clamped her lips shut.

“Uh, sorry…” Alaska muttered, feeling her cheeks grow hot. “You had, um, blood. On your lip.”

Sharon nodded slowly, unable to meet Alaska’s eye. Her cheeks coloured, a fierce scarlet marring her pale skin as she focused her gaze instead on the servant who had approached them.

“Miss Creme? Ah, you’ve got them. Good, hand them here. I just need –”

Sharon spun around, only to find Miss Michaels had joined Miss Creme, holding out a bag and what appeared to be a long black coat. After putting the few supplies into the bag, Sharon slipped on the black coat, pulling the hood up over her hair. The fabric was loose, obscuring most of her dress and leaving enough room for the princess to hide her features, if she wanted to. She adjusted it with trembling fingers and stared ahead.

“Guess we’re leaving.” Sharon mumbled. Her back was turned from the gathered servants, so only Alaska could see the tight-lipped grimace on her face. “Off in search of a witch who might not even help me, should we find her.”

At her bitter tone, Miss Michaels surged forwards and pulled Sharon into a hug, resembling a motherly embrace as the princess melted into her. A few moments passed before Alaska noticed Sharon’s body juddering, indicating she’d finally cracked and started to cry.

“Come on, little Shazzy.” Miss Michaels whispered, rocking her. “There, there. No more tears. You have to get going, okay? I want you back here, bright and beautiful and healthy as always. There’s my little girl. Now, now. Please no tears.”

Alaska couldn’t believe this was actually happening. In mere minutes she’d be out of the palace, Princess Sharon by her side, ready to embark on a perilous journey in hopes of finding a witch to cure Sharon’s illness before time slipped right through her fingers. The success would not only save a life, but provide Alaska with some sort of stability and hope for the future. Money that meant she wouldn’t have to toil as endlessly as she did. Security that meant she wasn’t always sticking out her neck for everybody she cared about. Perhaps even a friend.

Miss Michaels waved Sharon away with a tearful smile and a gentle push, sending the two on their way. Alaska took one last long, lingering look at the intricacy of the palace before turning away completely, descending the steps and not looking back. Her shoe touched down on the regular soil of the kingdom’s land, and her quest to save the princess had officially begun.

#purecamp #sharon needles #alaska thunderfuck #shalaska #laila mcqueen #adore delano #rpdr fanfiction #ps. ur welcome baby!!#submission #in sickness and in health #lesbian au #royalty au

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It actually wasn’t DSoD that got me thinking about this - as I rightfully have put this event out of mind - except on occasion, like in recently rewatching some of the series. That, and of course just anything about the first reason why I fell in love with Seto to begin with - his dedication to his little brother. [After the first few episodes] I saw in him all the things I’d always felt as a big sister. Although, my brother's only 3 years younger, almost a foot taller than me anymore, and has never been annoying in the least to me, unlike how I feel about Mokuba himself. We’ve always been so close, lived through Pokemon together, shared a single cartridge of Blue Version, got into Yu-Gi-Oh! together, and he's the one I'll probably always have duelled the most, among a myriad of other games and everything. [I keep saying 11-13, but wow it was actually] 15 years ago, Seto just made me think of all the countless little things with my little brother, that I’m pretty sure I failed at, and always thought I could be better at, cuz it's simply always been important for me to be the best big sister for him. 15 years ago, he grabbed me in KBToys, excitedly pulling me and yelling that “that game” from “that new show” was real! We each bought a starter deck on the spot. He knew I had first liked “Yugi,” so he was worried I would pick the same one as him, but thought we should have different ones to face each other. He was happy Seto was already the no-brainer choice for me. As soon as we got home, we tried to figure out how the fuck it actually worked... 15 years ago, the huge CRT TV in our living room had ended up with a loose wire somewhere. It would randomly cut out the picture sometimes, then randomly come back. And, it decided to start cutting the picture out during the first airing of Face Off, April 2002. Like, Kaiba started walking backwards – then cut to black, while we still heard the audio going. We spent the rest of the episode screaming and running back and forth between the living room TV, and the TV in our grandma's rooms, which she kept chasing us out of. We all like to think we'd act like Seto does when it comes to protecting or saving his little brother. But those are fantastical hypotheticals. My brother was never actually in any real danger, and he's always been perfectly healthy. Why even bother ever letting thoughts of life without him actually play out? Well, something happened since way back then, and at the time, none of the aforementioned things came to mind. But, now, I keep thinking back to it... Mokuba is still as annoying as ever, but anytime Seto yells for him, my stomach actually drops now. Darker 1/2 under the cut; but honestly no more drastic than Duelist Kingdom, I suppose. Just skip down to the end if you can’t handle the literary panic attack...

A couple years ago, there was a car crash right in front of my house. It's a 3-lane each way highway. Happens all the time at this spot actually, and there have been many quite horrific ones. But this time it was a 2008 Silver Ford Focus. The car was upside down 2 lanes away from us, and while the passenger side was facing us, we could see that the entire driver's seat area was gone, crushed completely in, and that tire and entire wheel well was missing. The EMTs were looking at it from afar, just standing around. The police set up cones, then were just hanging around waiting for the “accident investigation” team to arrive. Btw, all of that, means fatality, and... That's the same car my brother drives. As I got closer, my heart – I don't even know. Skipped? Thudded? Stopped? Pounded? Probably went tunnel vision where you only hear your own breathing? – much as I tried to refuse to believe that I could ever possibly be correct in identifying car makes and models. I had to be wrong. My dad was already out there, but just observing from the parking lot next door. That should mean that he wasn't, like, contacted by anyone, right? All he said was to verify that it was a Ford Focus. I nervously forced myself to calm down, treat it as just a strange coincidence that it happened to be just like a car we owned, and tried to coolly ask where he was. (Our property alone is 2 acres, and I happened to not have a clue if he was even home or not.) He was supposed to be on his way home from tutoring at his college library by now. That is the singular thing I did not want to hear. My insides dropped again. We couldn't read the license plate - but against hoping it was NY, it was indeed NJ. My mom had already tried calling his phone, multiple times. And? No answer. Just kept ringing til it went to voicemail. We called his girlfriend; he wasn't at her house. She knew as much as we did. My dad just stood there with his arms crossed, staring at the wreck, wouldn't look at me, didn't say anything. I swear my everything fell out, over and over. I’d convince myself he had to be fine. He had to just still be driving, and like a good driver, he wasn’t on his phone while driving... That resolve never lasted longer than a few seconds each time. I felt like jello. My body felt like my blood was running cold, but somehow rushing to my head. For the first time in my life, I actually felt like I was going to puke just from that much info alone. I don't know how my legs kept me up; they were numb. I immediately called him. No answer. I sent an urgent text for him to just call one of us ASAP. I went back and forth between not being able to take my eyes off the car, and unable to look at it. I ran back to the house for my glasses. A local news chopper allowed us to see the other side on TV: A curtain was hung in place of the driver's door, and it was flapping up in the wind. There was a black puddle running out from under it, against the light grey asphalt. Not kidding, not exaggerating. They quickly switched from it and did not show that clip again. I got my glasses and headed back out in a daze, and I paced up and down the road as far as was helpful. I still couldn't make out the license plate. I didn't know what to do. There was nothing I could do. Whatever had happened, had already happened. I had zero concept that, at some point, we would have an answer. I was just trying to figure out what to DO at that moment, and I could not acknowledge “waiting” as being relevant. At the same time, I was too petrified to call a cop over and just ask. My head was spinning, stuck in limbo... Also unfortunately for the first time in my life, I actually entertained realistic scenarios of daily life in my house with our family, without him. Just me and my sister? Never another meal with him? Never, anything else? EVER again? Even as we grew older and had our own families, forever without him? Like, how could he just be-- gone? That couldn’t happen. Not out of nowhere like this. I didn't know his schedule, I didn't even know he'd left the house! Then, just suddenly, didn't exist? ...was his body really just a few yards from me? No. There were 2 lanes of traffic between us and the lane the wrecked car was in. The law is that these cars passing a police set up like this, are supposed to slow down to at least 25mph, or slower, and I think give them a lane of cushion even. Nehh, this is Route 9 in NJ. Both lanes slowed down TO the speed limit. I kept pacing and calling and pacing and checking my phone. I'd be lying if I said I was not thinking about dashing to the median during a red light. I would have my answer, whichever it was, before anyone would notice or even think to stop me. And, if it was true, there would be no point in making it back past the speeding traffic safely... Or if someone simply told me that it was true, then it'd still just be a couple steps for me. No, actually, no character or story reference could ever have made it to my head in the moment; I was too much of a mess. Yes, I am saying fuck everything else in my life, fuck everyone else grieving both of us. I didn't care. I knew *I* could never deal. I don't care how that sounds.

He called back. I have no idea how much or little time actually passed, but my mom eventually walked up and said he had called. Somehow that was when my tears finally broke out, and my brain instantly felt like it was at last no longer being squeezed. Still could hardly catch my breath. He said he had left his phone charging in his car, and the tutoring session ran late, so he was only leaving just then. And he wanted to know why he had a zillion missed calls from so many different people. He thought the house had burned down or something. Nope, it was actually you. About 20 minutes later, his car pulled in the driveway. It was so surreal. It felt like I was watching him just casually come back from the dead. I watched him just normally get out and come walking in, like nothing had happened. Like the rest of us didn't just all go on the worst & fastest emotional rollercoaster ride. Like I hadn't been contemplating suicide for how long, up until just minutes beforehand. Needless to say, I jumped on him and hugged him so tight and kept telling him I love him and kept hugging him randomly and just kept looking at him for the rest of the day and trying not to cry, but crying a lot. And he kept telling me to stop being weird... ;u;

#long post #NOT A BROTHERSHIPPER #my little brother #[no creative tag for that yet I guess]#this is the story of the day i thought he died #but don't worry - this story is actually no worse than anything you've already watched / read #...and my god i never want to feel any of that ever again...#yes my dad is normally useless #oh great and look at what came out of the queue right before and after this... =/#death tw #body horror tw #blood tw #car crash tw #suicide tw

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