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chxronica · 5 years

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Weeds Are Flowers Too ( Once You Get To Know Them ) - VIII

⌯ Rating ⌯ Mature ⌯ ⌯ Word Count ⌯ 2580 ⌯ ⌯ Summary ⌯ Cheryl and Toni talk bout the previous nights confession ⌯ ⌯ A/N ⌯ im as surprised as u r lbr ⌯ ⌯ im too lazy to link the other chapters an its 4 am so ao3 ⌯

Once again Cheryl woke up with a pounding headache and a hangover, the only difference being the fact that she couldn’t remember much of the night. After dancing with Veronica and seeing Toni, it’s pretty much a blank slate. Which means hopefully she didn’t do anything stupid in the time that she couldn’t remember, yet knowing her she always managed to do something stupid when she got blackout drunk. Hence why she was quick to roll over and make sure that there was no one in her bed this time around.

A small sigh of relief left the redhead girl when she knew that no one was in her bed and that no one was in her house. She rolled back onto her back, staring up at the white ceiling as she thought. She was trying to remember the most about the previous night but none of it was coming back to her, the thing that was coming back to her though was sleep. Clearly, she had an eventful night if she was still tired, but there was no sleep as her phone went off.

A groan escaped her parted lips as she reached for the phone, not even looking at the contact name she denied the call. But there was another one right after that so she knew that it was the young girl she had taken under her wing. “What Dani?” She said, a small tone of annoyance in her voice as she spoke to her. In all honesty, their relationship had always been a little bit on the younger and older sister side, so this wasn’t abnormal for them. “You said I could work today and you’re not here.” At her words, she realized that it was both Sunday and that she was running late. She knew very well that by the time she was ready to go she was going to miss some of the usual old ladies that came every Sunday morning. So with a soft sigh, she was probably about to do one of the more regrettable things she going to do all day, mostly because she didn’t fully trust the young girl to run her shop.

“You can open up today.”

“Yay, love you!” “Love you too Dani.” She mumbled before hanging up on the girl, rolling over in bed and putting a pillow of her head. If she was being honest, Cheryl could easily fall back to sleep but she had no intention of doing that because Dani running the store meant bad things. So she dramatically rolled out her bed with a small groan, making her way to the bathroom so that she could shower and not show up smelling like alcohol.

Once she was showered and dressed she made he way to the kitchen to find something to eat before she had to face a long day of working with a hangover. Unable to find anything she let out a frustrated groan, adding grocery shopping to the list of things she had to do that day. So she grabbed her keys and decided that she could make a stop at Starbucks and be a few more minutes late to the start of her usual Sunday morning.

There was nothing that Cheryl hated more than being late, besides imbeciles, still if she was going to be late she would at least come to work fed. It was pointless to be running late and not eat, an extra ten minutes wasn’t going to kill her. Granted she was about two hours late, but that just made the ten minutes seem like a lot less time compared to if she was fifteen minutes late.

So, once she had food she found her way to the shop, her head still pounding as an excited Dani ran over to her and gave her a hug. She was happy to see the younger girl, but her headache had different feelings about the excited greeting that she had been given. Still, she gave the excitable girl a hug back, using one hand as to make sure that her coffee wasn’t spilled on the floor–– that was the last thing that she needed right about now.

With a hum she pulled away, examining her shop to make sure that there was no damage to be found to both the structure and the delicate flowers that sat on the shelves. Satisfied with finding nothing wrong she started walking back to her office, letting her heels click on the tile as she walked away. “Maybe I should let you open up more often, you didn’t do a terrible job.” She teased lightly as she set her things down.

Once she was back out in the main part of the shop she went to check on the cash to make sure that it was all set, only to find a blushing Riley sitting behind the counter with an apron on. “Oh hello Riley, you making yourself at home?” A questioning eyebrow raised at the girl as she waited for an answer, looking over at her little sister too as a smirk played on her features.

“I was bored and I wanted something to do- Wait! I don’t mean do as in sex, I mean do as in keep me company! Flowers are nice and all but you can’t have a conversation with them, plus they aren’t as cute as Riley is.” There was a bright blush on Dani’s cheeks as she rambled to the older redhead, not sure what to do about the whole thing. It was cute and it reminded Cheryl of the numerous times she had re-explained herself when she was in college, mostly when she was talking to the hot professor that taught her business class.

So, Cheryl only gave her a small smirk before going to grab her own apron to throw over her body. “What I’m hearing is Riley is looking for a no-pay job?” She said, continuing to tease the two of them as she made a mental note to offer the other girl a job. Paying her wouldn’t be a problem, the only reason that Cheryl was generally the only one who worked there that she didn’t need to extra hands. Still she was willing to make room for those that she cared about.

“No!” Riley exclaimed, standing up to her full height of 5’9”, which was granted taller than the other redhead in the room. “I mean, I would love pay.” The girl gave her a big grin, always being a happy and energetic person. She was a hot-shot sports player so it kind of went with everything really well, actually everything about Riley was a little too put together but Cheryl never thought much of it–– That would change within the next few months though.

Still, Cheryl gave her a smile back but before she could reply there was a ring the bell that told them that a customer had just walked in. All three pair of eyes go to the person at the door, and of course, it’s the one person that the eldest redhead tried so hard to avoid when she could. Which is why the smile that had been on her features had fallen so that her face was almost completely rid of any emotions. “How can I help you?”

There was an easy smirk on Toni’s features, which annoyed Cheryl because she looked so smug but also so hot at the same time and it left her as one ball of confusion. “Can I talk to you? In private.” She threw in a wink as she ended her sentence, mostly for the entertainment of the two teenagers who were shoving Cheryl towards the door without much hesitation.

“Go take a walk, we can man- or should I say, woman?- the shop for another twenty minutes, we’ve done okay so far.” Despite the fact that Dani seemed to be trying to convince to Cheryl, she was really just hoping that if she talked enough that her boss wouldn’t try and protest against the going. “Plus the fresh air will do the hangover wonders even if you don’t want to admit it and going on a walk will be great cardio- that you need because you skipped Sunday morning yoga.”

Cheryl didn’t attempt to protest as she listened to the younger girl talk, only shaking her head in response to be shoved out of the door of her own flower shop. “You better not burn down my place in the twenty minutes this walk takes.” She gives them a stern look before rolling her eyes at the smug look that remained on the face of the tattoo artist. “Stop looking so smug, I don’t even want to talk you.”

This got a nice chuckle out of the shorter girl as they began there walk down the quiet street where they both worked. It wasn’t the fanciest place in the city but it was definitely on the more upscale side of things, which is why Cheryl wondered how there was a tattoo shop that had found its way next to her simple flower shop.

“If you didn’t want to talk to me then why did you agree to leave your shop so easily?” The tattoo artist is quick to challenge, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow in the direction of the redhead. Yeah, she could not tease her but she liked how flustered she could make the girl and how fast she could do it. The previous night had left her blushing and now she felt like she needed to make up for that. So, she was going to tease Cheryl and try her hardest to make her blush.

Her tactic worked, of course, worked and the redhead’s face was quick to match her hair. “Well, you see, uhhhh, the cardio is really good for me and Dani was right, I did skip my morning yoga and you know, fresh air can really cure a hangover.” Turning into a sputtering mess she tried her best to come up with any excuse for the walk that wasn’t she wanted to talk to the girl who was walking beside her.

“Mhmm, whatever you say, Blossom.” The doubt was clear in Toni’s tone as she spoke, her step easily falling in line with the girl she was walking by. After the previous night, she knew how the girl felt for her but she also wanted to see if she felt the same way for her when she was sober. The difference in sobriety could really affect the way that a person felt towards another human being. “So you’re nursing a hangover, do you remember anything from last night?”

The smirk that remained on Toni’s features turned to a concerned look as she asked her the question though, which sent a warm wave through Cheryl’s body. It was the idea that Toni cared enough to ask that left her cheeks an even brighter red than they previously were. “Oh uh, not really. I haven’t tried to remember yet.” She gave her a sheepish smile as she decided to not think back on the night before.

It was those words that made a small frown form on Toni’s features, only for a brief moment before it was out of sight and replaced with a teasing smirk. She could live with the fact that the feelings were nothing more than acting on drunk impulsive, but she hated that she got her hopes up for something. “Damn, Cheryl Blossom must not mess around when it comes to clubbing.” Her voice was light, hiding the slight twinge of sadness that she felt.

“We should part here, I just remembered I have an appointment. Call me if you remember our run in from last night.” With a wink, the tattoo artist turned on her heel and started her walk back to the tattoo shop. It was that moment that the previous night's memories came flooding into her brain, now that she was actually thinking past the pounding headache that was the byproduct of the night.

It took her through the start of it all and eventually ended with being dropped off by the girl who was currently walking away from her. There was a small tingling feeling in her lips as she remembered the previous kiss and the kiss before that. A lot happened the previous night and she knew she was going to have to face it eventually, but her brain didn’t want to focus on that.

Yet, her body seemed to have a mind of its own as she moved to grab onto Toni’s wrist and pull her back for a kiss. It was in public and if anyone she knew saw her she was going to have to deal with that, but she didn’t feel herself pull away as she kissed the tattoo artist. Her mind was screaming about how she shouldn’t be doing this but her body had control as her hands found the other girl’s cheeks.

The redhead essentially melted into the kiss that she started, not actually having enough confidence to continue being the aggressor through the whole kiss. Which was probably why she was the first one to pull away, her cheeks the reddest they had ever been and her breathing deep. “Woah, uh that was amazing.” Her voice is quiet before shes processed everything and is pulling away from the girl, an even darker blush forming on her pale cheeks- this time though, there was a slight tint to the other girl’s cheeks.

“I’m sorry, that was completely inappropriate of me and I have to go do things.” She stumbled over her words as she looked over at Toni, quickly moving past her in the direction of her flower shop.

“Things?” The tattoo artist called out after her, her eyebrow raised in curiosity but it didn’t hide her confusion for the situation. She wasn’t sure what had just happened, but she found herself watching the redhead retreat from her once again. As much as she wanted to help her come to terms with her sexuality, it was a lot more work than she thought it was going to be and she has no idea if she’ll be able to help her.

“I’m a busy woman, I’ll call you tonight.” And with that Cheryl was fleeing from the scene and was back to the flower shop in record time. She made a mental note to stop by the tattoo shop after work, knowing she was going to have to face Toni but also knowing that she could put it off for just a little bit later. What she couldn’t put off though was the bombarding of questions that came from the teenage girls who had been waiting for her in the shop.

She was quick to deflect all the questions as she put on her apron, giving different jobs for the two girls to do to keep them occupied. There were only a few hours before she was closing up the shop, which meant that there were only a few hours for her to prepare to see Toni. Yeah, she theoretically could see the girl unprepared but at the same time, she knew that was already going to leave her being too much of a flustered mess to function. For now though, she can daydream about what she wishes could be the outcome of the visit she is to make to Toni later that day.

#riverdale #choni #cheryl blossom #toni topaz #riverdale fic #weeds are flowers too #choni fic #slow burn #flow shop au #original character

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whereismyjimin-blog · 6 years

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YOONMIN ROOMMATES

Yoongi really needs a roommate after Hoseok decides to abruptly leave him, and Jimin is too cute to say no to.

Knock knock

Yoongi groans mumbling loud enough that the person behind the door can hear “What do you want hoseok?” he grumbles being awoken from his sleep. His roommate laughs “It’s 4 in the afternoon Yoongi don’t you think it's time to get up?”.

Yoongi sits up and groans “Is that the reason you got your ass up to ask me? Just to tell me something I already knew”. Hoseok responds “actually no hyung, it's something important..”. Yoongi mumbles under his breath about hoseok never getting to the main thing when he talks to him. He gets up putting on some boxers to cover up his nudity walking out of his bedroom to find hoseok with some boxes filled with what seemed to be clothes and items he usually has in his room. He looks up to see hoseok without his usual bright happy grin on his features “I’m moving out…., things with taehyung are getting more serious so we've been planning on me moving in with him in his own apartment”. Yoongi nods understanding that hoseok should be spending time with his boyfriend. But worry and stress passes through his body realizing this means he now doesn't have a roommate.

He doesn't have someone to split the bills with.

He doesn't have someone to blame for leaving the empty milk carton in the fridge. (which he did more often than expected from Min Yoongi)

He doesn't have someone to help him run errands with.

He doesn't have someone to get the groceries for them (he really really hates going grocery shopping)

Hoseok sees yoongi start worrying “But you know I wouldn't just leave you without something to help, Taehyung has a friend who has been wanting to move into the city-” “Hoseok it's fine i’ll be fine I can find someone you don't need to set me up with someone” Yoongi interrupts feeling that hoseok is giving him some for of pity because he's leaving yoongi alone.

Hoseok nods picking up a box hearing a knock at the door,”that must be taehyung” he opens the door to see his boyfriend standing at the doorway smiling brightly. Yoongi furrows his eyebrows thinking his roommate was leaving some time later not 2 minutes after he told him about it. Taehyung brightly greeting yoongi like always, yoongi greets back politely. He didn't know much about taehyung except him being a great person in hoseok’s life and their love for eachother.

The next 30 minutes flashed by to yoongi as his roommate and his boyfriend cleared out the room taking them to their car. He was brought back to reality with hoseok giving him a tight hug “bye yoongi, if you need me to help you find a new roommate just text m- OH wait i forgot to tell you that taetae and me are having a small party in a couple weeks as like a small celebration for us moving in together” Yoongi nods as a response. Hoseok sighs disliking the blunt-ness from his roommate, well now ex-roommate walking out the apartment waving bye.

Yoongi is left alone in the apartment, he wanders off into his room going onto his computer starting to try to figure out how he will find a roommate. He decides on posting on his social media about needing a new roommate, sighing he posts knowing he won't get much feedback rather he might get some family asking if everything was fine or if he needed financial support.

Over the next week he gets around a one guy and two girls.The first girl was fine they met up at a cafe and discussed.He wasn't fond of the girl. She was very kind, a bit too kind. She was overly hyper, loud, and annoying to yoongi. Yoongi was used to hoseok’s energetic rather loud personality but he was fine with hoseok because of their long friendship.The girl was like if hoseok had a female clone but on multiple drugs. He left her with “i’ll get back at you in a week” but in reality he blocked her on all social media and her phone number.

The guy he interviewed was… well to put it in a polite way a douchebag who smelt like cheap weed and liquor. Yoongi within 5 minutes with the guy talking like he only had a 3rd grade education and cocaine took his life, he faked a phone call and immediately right after blocked him on all social media and phone number.

The last girl was fine.

She met all the necessities and would be a good roommate. Yoongi finally thought he had found a good new roommate. He told her he would get back at her and then separated their own ways.

On yoongi walk back to the apartment complex he thought of the possibility of that girl being his roommate. She was great for the role she met all the expectations and wouldn't disturb him since she's doing some studies at a nearby college.

He arrived at his door and noticed it was unlocked ‘i thought i locked it..?’ he thinks to himself opening the door noticing everything is as he left it he shrugs thinking it was just him leaving the door unlocked until he hears a “oooh” from the kitchen he furrowed his eyebrows confused walking into the kitchen.

There stands a rather short boy/man (yoongi can't distinguish if it's a teenager or a dude), but yoongi realizes he's probably not even taller than him.

He has some fluffy blonde hair slightly wavy, wearing with some acid dyed jeans that seem fairly tight, along with that a plain white t shirt slightly see through. Yoongi can see some the man’s back muscles which causes him to stop examining the man and ask “what are you doing in my house?”.

His voice causes the other boy to yelp and turn around confused looking at him up and down while yoongi does the same.

“Oh hi! Im Park Jimin” he responds with a grin on his face that almost takes up his whole face. Yoongi is far more confused by the boy acting such cutely to him while he has his straight almost mad facial features on.

“Uh okay, but what are you doing in my house?” he asked raising an eyebrow at the shorter boy.

“Oh! hoseok told me to come by, he let me in but he went out to get some food I think so he left me here” the so called park jimin responds rocking on his heels keeping eye contact with yoongi.

Yoongi gets even more confused.

Hoseok his ex-roommate invites a guy over to yoongi's now self owned apartment. The whole thing confuses yoongi more until jimin continues talking.

“He told me you were looking for a roommate, and i've been looking for a place near my college. I'm friends with Taehyung, hoseok’s boyfriend and he told him about my situation so hoseok is trying to hook me up with being your roommate” he says smiling brightly that yoongi thinks it's going to blind him.

Yoongi nods in response remembering when hoseok mentioned about helping him find a roommate. He walks into the kitchen getting a cup filling it with water then hoseok walks into the kitchen.

“Hey Yoongi Hyung!!” he basically screams having yoongi blink at him before taking a sip from his drink.

“Thank you for the warm welcome back” hoseok laughs and sets down a bag that seems to be some take out from a wings place.

“Well i think you made yourself at home before i was even here” yoongi rolls his eyes at the whole situation of hoseok and jimin coming into his home uninvited.

Jimin blushes a bit in embarrassment for letting hoseok convince him into staying alone when yoongi came on.

Hoseok shrugs and gets out the food from the bag, “but heyyyyy i got us some food!” hoseok smiles dodging yoongi’s comment on them coming uninvited.

“How polite” yoongi rolls his eyes yet again going over to the table helping hoseok set up the table for a casual lunch.

the three boys sit down after they finished setting up, its all quiet until hoseok speaks out “so yoongi, i don't know if jimin told you or not but he was the person i was talking about that could move in and become your roommate if you hadn't found a roommate, so jimin why don't you introduce yourself”. All attention is turn to jimin as he blushes from the attention and having his mouth full of food.

He quickly swallows his food and starts talking “well im park jimin as i told you before” he looks over at yoongi when he mentions him. Yoongi nods in response being more interested on this smaller quiet cute boy, “i am from busan, i um am studying dance at Seoul Institute of the Arts shish is near here which is why i'm interested in being your roommate” he rather quickly talks quickly glancing at yoongi meeting up to his gaze before looking at hoseok. Yoongi barely notices he has been staring at jimin during the whole time he's been talking, but when jimin makes direct eye contact he blushes whether it had been involuntary stare or voluntary he still blushes quite deeply.

Over the rest of the meal they all talk about the arrangement since yoongi had completely forgotten about the other girl who could have a high chance of being his roommate. Plus yoongi was way too intrigued by jimin he couldn't say no.

A day after yoongi agreed to having jimin as his roommate he was awoken at 5 am in the morning by the doorbell, far too early for yoongi to be awake. He drags part of sleep self out of his room to the door opening to Jimin balancing three boxes in his arms. “Good morning Hyung!!” a far too cheery for five in the morning jimin greets yoongi’s half awake puffy from barely waking up face. Yoongi rubs his eyes “what are you doing here so early?” he mumbles leaning against the frame of the door he was slightly irritated by being awoken this early but he really didn’t mind since he was going to work in an hour or so, and maybe because jimin was the one who woke him up.

“It’s not that early it’s almost six and plus I needed to start moving in new roomie” Jimin replies walking into the apartment even though yoongi hadn't said anything about letting him come in. Yoongi grumbles under his breath about jimin being a little brat for waking him up, “it's five thirty something not even near six, and need any help with your with your stuff?” yoongi quickly changes his meaner demeanor noticing jimin carrying an absurd amount of boxes to his new room.

“If you want Hyung but if not I can handle it, but thank you” jimin responds but yoongi had already picked up three boxes before he could finish his sentence.

The whole morning up until seven they both fixed up the room with jimin doing most of the talking with a story about a small dog he saw on the way over which lead to them talking about past pets then suddenly into what they should eat tonight.

“I want Bibimbap, so that's what we're having” Yoongi says already deciding what they should have until jimin decides to argue against, “But Yoongi I don't want bibimbap, can we just get some kimchi and rice?” he asks the question more like a statement to show how strangely passionate he is about getting what he wants to eat.

“Eh but i don't want kimchi tonight, sooo ha” Yoongi shrugs and continues putting on jimin’s new covers and bedding. Already within an hour of them living together they already argue like a married couple yoongi thought laughing at jimin’s next remark.

“Hyunggggg please can we have kimchi and rice, i'll make it and you can just come in and eat” jimn whined turning around towards yoongi setting down the poster he was attempting to put up but was a little too short on where he was planning on putting it.

Yoongi shakes his head not wanting to argue but still not wanting to agree, “Nah” he simply replies setting the pillows on the bed. Then he feels arms being wrapped around him and jimin’s head on his shoulder, he whispers in his ear “pleaseeeee yoongi hyung, I’ll even make some dessert for you after”.

Yoongi immediately blushes as the of proximity of jimin and him and of how jimin’s voice went more intriguing and persuasive. He sighs looking over at jimin pouting cutely up at him, he had to give in mumbling a quick “Fine”.

Jimin smiles and squeezes yoongi before pulling away leaving yoongi flustered “Thank you Yoongi!!”. Yoongi mumbles a quick okay before continuing fixing up the bed.

Yoongi returns from work at around 5 pm, walking into the smell of rice being cook in the kitchen and something sweet. He stands at the door a bit confused then remembers jimin was cooking for them sighing at the memory of the morning he closes the door leaving his bag in the living room walking into the kitchen.

He smiles at the sight in the kitchen, jimin having to stand on a stool to reach the top of the cabinet wearing a bright neon pink apron that hoseok might have left. He leans onto the counter but bumps his elbow on a bowl causing it tumble a bit but thankfully for yoongi nothing spilled out. But the sudden sound did cause jimin to jump off the stool and squeak loudly.

“U-uh I’m sorry” Yoongi quickly apologizes and moves over to the stove to see how good jimin’s cooking really is.

“It’s fine hyung” Jimin responds going back onto the stool getting a bowl out from the cabinet,

“Do you need help with any of this shorty?” Yoongi smirks noticing even with jimin on the stool had barely been able to grab the bowl. Jimin rolls his eyes blushing slightly getting down, “I'm not short it's just that the bowl is on the top cabinet, and plus were the same height!”. “I'm taller minnie” yoongi laughs and grabs the wooden spoon to stir the rice so it won't burn. Jimin blushes at the nickname getting down from the stool moving close to yoongi so their chests touch and reaches a hand to the top of both the heads to measure their height. Yoongi blushes having to look straight into jimin’s eyes being even closer than the morning, “Ah ha! We’re the same size Yoongi” jimin pokes his tongue out to be playful but accidentally brushes against yoongi’s lips. Yoongi flush up leaving a deeper shade of red on his cheeks noticing jimin’s cheeks also heating up to a dark pink.

“S-sorry yoo-” jimin gets cut off with yoongi’s lips pressed against his. Yoongi smiles as jimin stumbles closer to yoongi kissing back. He pulls away feeling out of breath leaning forehead on jimin’s smiling grateful he took his urge to kiss him into action. Jimin this time is the one more surprised and flustered.

“So what's for dessert?”

That’s my first post yikes follow my instagram @ jiminmio to keep up me and maybe to be friends or some wholesome memes

#yoonmin #jimin #yoongi #btsau #sugamin #jimin x yoongi #yoongixjimin

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isakthesnake · 7 years

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so I was tagged in this by @smolsonisak (<333333) like a week ago and I’ve finally done it nobody actually has to do this but hey if you’re bored and have no life like me then hey

congrats u may now waste ur time learning random useless facts about me

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I have a bat formation tattoo on my left forearm and people always think they’re birds BUT IM MORE CREATIVE THAN THAT OKAY

I haven’t had a haircut since july

i’ve never seen a single star wars movie in full (I know its insane)

I have a sticker of harry styles’ face over my laptop’s camera (I feel safe and protected)

the first fandom I joined online was narnia (no srsly I was like 10 it was lit)

I sprained two of my fingers yesterday on my dominant hand so thats fun

I drink minimum 6 cups of coffee a day its cool

I still don’t have my license and tbh will I ever? probably not

i’ve eaten pancakes and only pancakes for 3 days now (I should go grocery shopping but lbr its far and theres the whole lack of licence situation)

until today I genuinely never knew what flotus or potus were acronyms for (i’m canadian sue me)

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pronouns? she age? twenty-one favourite skam character? isak when did you start watching skam? november and I haven’t gone back since who are you cheering for to be s4′s main? EVEN MY SON who do you think is most likely to be s4′s main? probably sana or even what are your main interests? tv shows and memes something you’re always up to discuss? my favourite characters/tv shows/harold the love of my life something you refuse to discuss? nothings really off topic

things i am currently in love with: ▪one song: fireflies (said the sky remix) - owl city ▪two movies: kingsman: the secret service.... thats the only movie i’ve seen recently. does the get down count? I feel like it should count ▪three TV shows: skam (obviously), full house, the office (always) ▪four people: my son tarjei sandvik moe, harry styles, cara delevingne, taron egerton ▪five foods: cheese, pasta, burgers, chicken, peanut butter

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sapphic-romeo · 5 years

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I am soooooo mad at my sister rn (again) so im just gonna rant under a cut

Things about living with my sister that piss me off:

1. She relies on me for EVERYTHING. We don’t have sponges or dish soap right now because I ALWAYS get them, but I asked her to this time and she said she would... three weeks ago. It’s from the dollar store two blocks from our house, so I’m not asking her to go a long way away, or to spend a lot of money... it should be so simple. And this is the third time something like this has happened, the first being...

2. The Toilet Incident. This is a whole item of its own because it was so disgusting and unequivocally her fault. She has her own half-bathroom that she says “doesn’t exist as far as I’m concerned.” She says this because I told her she can’t trash “my” bathroom as it’s the only one I’ve got. (Side note, that doesn’t matter when she has guests coming over and i have to clean her clothes out of my bathroom). Anyway, she clogged up the shared toilet with literal, actual shit. I was the first to find out it was clogged and it overflowed a little, and I had to use my personal bath towel to mop it up. I told her to deal with it, to go to the dollar store that is, again, 2 blocks away, and get a plunger, and she just. Didn’t. For a week and a half I was waiting to pee until I left for class or sneaking past her and her boyfriend while they slept so I could use her bathroom. Er, sorry, I meant the void I can’t look directly at because it doesn’t exist to me. Either way, I peed in it.

That’s not even the end of it. I left an angry note on the toilet for her to “GET A FUCKING PLUNGER” that she just threw away, and finally I told her “Today. It has to be today.” I had a few ideas of what the implied “or else” would entail, some involving poison ivy in her underwear drawer, or throwing her clothes behind our apartment, and frankly I almost did it anyway. Because she agreed to go get a plunger that same day. And then immediately invited her friends over to hang out. I don’t know about you, but unless they’re my best friend and they’re going to cheer me on while I hang up clothes, I don’t invite people over so I can run errands and do chores. That’s when I knew she was ignoring me. Again. So, despite it not being my literal, actual shit encrusting the main toilet, I went and got a plunger. I was still determined not to be the one to actually do it, because it was disgusting and you have to draw the line somewhere, but I just wanted it done at this point. So to make it even easier, I got my sister a pair of dish gloves, because I knew I’d want them. Even after all this literal and figurative shit, I was still trying to be nice.

So I bring the gear back to our place and I tell her that I got it, so whenever she’s ready to deal with it... She says “Oh. Thanks.” and goes back to talking with her friends. I putz around for a few more minutes, but now I have to pee. And I’m on the edge of going crazy. If she doesn’t deal with this problem right. Fucking. now, I’m gonna lose my entire mind. So, I get the plunger and put it in her hand. Literally place the damn thing in her awful, grubby, disrespectful, irresponsible fingers. She doesnt move. I have to beg her to go deal with it, in front of her friends (I’m sure she would’ve ignored me if they weren’t there), before she finally got up and made the toilet usable again. And you know what? She didn’t even scrub it. I did that. It was disgusting.

3. Money. This one is equal parts paranoia and justification for that paranoia. So we don’t have a lot of groceries in the house. The last time we did a big shopping trip was maybe a month ago. I picked up the tab for that, about $50. We got a lot of unnecessary stuff, mostly at her behest, but enough that I could make a few meals and we were both satisfied. She says she’ll pay me back over venmo, I say sure. On the way back we stop for gas, and this bitch. Oh, this bitch. She has not yet paid me back for the groceries, and at the gas station she starts trying to convince me to pay for the gas, because “You don’t fill up the tank ever because you don’t drive [our shared car] as much.” Yeah, no shit I don’t pay $25 to fill up the tank when I only use $5 of gas. I put in $5 of gas whenever I drive somewhere (I’m aquaintances with this one guy at this one gas station, I get a coffee and a few bucks of gas, it’s a good time). I tell her, “I just dropped $50 on groceries, you pick up the $25 gas and we’ll call it even,” even though that’s pretty forgiving on my part. She paid for gas, but even then she was huffy about it.

Small thing, she keeps borrowing quarters for laundry and then doesn’t pay me back.

She also keeps forgetting that I pay $50/mo for wifi, and says I owe her half the utilities, but doesn’t split the cost of wifi. Example: the gas bill last month was $84 total. She tells me I owe her $42, half, right? So I pay $42. Then I tell her she owes me $25 for the wifi, half, right? and she tells me “Well the electric was $25 total so how about I just put it towards that and you don’t have to pay any of it?” Um... what? The electric bill would only cost me $12.50 after splitting... where’s my other $12.50? I’ve learned my lesson at this point; we each cover the first $50 of utilities and split the rest, so she says “This month was $84, that’s $42 each,” and I say “No, we split $34, that’s $17 each.” It works out okay as long as I don’t let her get ahold of the money in the first place.

Now, this is where the paranoia comes in. I’m not sure she’s actually paying the bills with the money I give her. My (now ex) boyfriend lived with us for a few months, and when he moved out he gave her a chunk of cash that was more than enough to cover the last utility bills that would come along after he moved out. Then we go to dinner with our third sister, and she says “oh yeah, I can’t wait for my paycheck so I can finally pay the bills.” I look at her, and I’m like “Didn’t [REDACTED] give you the money to pay the bills like, 2 weeks ago?”

Both sisters ended up turning on me and thinking I’m dumb because “it doesn’t have to be the exact same money that he gave her, duh.” I mean, not technically, but when someone gives you money for something and you use it for something else, that’s kinda shady, even though she was going to pay the bills with her next paycheck. That’s something that absolutely happened, and I feel like that’s a precedent.

Now, I keep finding utility bills that are from at least a few weeks prior that say past due and are for way more than she told me (one from Feb 22nd said our account balance is around $150). I’ve seen the month to month statements, and she always brushes off my concerns, but I’m worried that she’s not paying our bills on time and trying to cover up the late notices. That might just be paranoia, but the whole thing is very confusing to me and it feels like she’s lying to me. She might just be paying them late within the month, and nothing has been shut off yet, but I worry.

3. Laundry. So, this one is a little bit on me, and the second story is about what set off this rant today.

First incident, she poked her head in my room one morning, I’d just woken up, and she said “I’ll pay you ten bucks to do my laundry and reimburse you for the quarters.” Good deal, right? I just have to keep an eye on the machines, it’ll take 3 hours, tops. I agree, and I get her stuff done, and then I get a text that just says “fold them.” Now, in my mind, running the machines and folding the clothes are two separate jobs. So I tell her “No, that wasn’t part of the deal.” We go back and forth, I don’t end up folding them, and she says she’s only gonna pay me $4 for running the machines, plus the quarters. I was pissed about that, because we had a deal and she shouldn’t get to just change the rules on me like that, but it turns out some of the clothes in the basket are still damp... whoops. Now the $4 (plus the $6 in quarters) seems generous. I didn’t know they were damp and I do feel bad about giving her a hard time for the fee when it was subpar work, but we move on. 3 weeks later she finally sends me the money (also 3 weeks? seriously?? I needed those quarters to do my own laundry.)

AND HERE WE ARE. A few days ago I took my laundry over to my dad’s house because I once again am out of quarters (I also couldn’t find my debit card to go get them, but that’s beside the point). I have about 2 hours before I have to go to work, and we have 2 loads of laundry to do, one with just my (top priority) clothes, and one with both of our bedding. My dad’s dryer takes longer than I thought, so I take most of the wet clothes out and just do my work clothes plus a few others. My sister says she’ll make sure that the rest of my clothes get done and she’ll bring them back the next day. My dad lives about 45 min away from us, so the next time she’s going to be near there I ask to come with... only I have work again and have to be back early. She doesn’t want to go home early, so she says she’ll get my clothes and bring them back.

We miss connections for a couple days, she’s at work or I am, she’s in class or I am, but my clothes are in the car and I can’t get to them. Yesterday I wore a pair of leggings as underwear. It was unpleasant. Finally, today, we’re in the same place at the same time, and I go down to eh car to get my desperately needed clothes. Only guess what basket she brought back, after telling me over and over that yes she had my clothes specifically. If you guessed the fucking bedding, you’d be correct. As grateful as I am to no longer be sleeping on a bare mattress, she only prioritized the load that included her things. Maybe I’m overreacting, but It feels like a massive slap to the face. It feels like she’s being selfish, and unreliable, and I am so tired of trusting her to do anything. I’m tired of trusting her being necessary. So today, as I go to a family party with no underwear on, I’m just going to fume and reconsider the poison ivy.

#long post #big sis #rant #ignore me

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