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etherealinowrites · 2 years

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black blood | jeon jungkook | ch 3

⤅“you belong to me.” - jeon jungkook

⤅ jeon jungkook x female oc, vampire and soulmate au

⤅ pairing- female oc x vampire jungkook

⤅ summary- “every night i wonder about those lips. those lips that will take me in and wake me from this nightmare”

⤅ genre- angst, smut, action, thrill, mystery, vampire au!, fantasy au!, soulmate au!, enemies to lovers, slightly yandere at times

⤅ warnings- swearing, gore, blood, violence, jungkook is an asshole, slight panic, dark alleyways, murder, neck snapping, vampiric themes.

⤅ wc- 2K

⤅ updates- every monday and thursday: twice a week

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"Are you sure this is me?" Jimin asked for the umpteenth time as Jun Hyung played the video from last night. "Are you sure?"

"Yes that is you Jimin!" I groaned as I entered the room while putting my hair up. "Make me coffee Jun Hyung" I sat down on the counter beside Jimin as Jun Hyung busied himself with coffee.

"I was shocked at waking up in this unusual setting, I even panicked a little.." He sighed. "After getting myself together I left the unknown room and saw the corridor littered with pictures of you and presumably your grandmother...that is when it kinda hit me."

"You're lucky that her grandma wasn't home." Jun Hyung chuckled as he poured me coffee. "She wouldn't have allowed you to stay here"

"You stay here all the time!" Jimin protested and I smacked his head. "Ow!"

"She knows and trusts him with my life asshole." I grinned and Jun Hyung winked at me, making Jimin scowl as he rubbed his head.

"I hate you guys."

The door opened and grandma walked in, smiling and lugging her bags with her. "I'm home Belle!" my eyes widened, i had no idea she would be back this early.

I rushed to help her but her smile vanished upon seeing the scene in the kitchen. Jimin choked on his coffee and Jun Hyung fumbled to stand up quickly.

"What is going on here?" She rose an eyebrow as she looked the three of us accusingly, suspicion and anger swirling in her eyes.

"Who are you?" She turned to look at Jimin pointedly with disgust in her eyes and I was taken aback, i knew she was privy to people i met but she was being straight up rude.

jimin immediately got up and bowed low."I'll take my leave now." He softly spoke, avoiding eye contact with her as he rushed to gather himself and leave.

i furrowed my brows, feeling frustration rush through me.

I was a responsible adult. It was my fucking life and this was my house that I earned with my hard earned money. I had every right to invite my friends over and have them stay over.

"Don't apologise Jimin." I got up and stared her down. "Stay for lunch at least.

"Its okay. I'll leave" Jimin rushed out faster than ever and I felt the strange atmosphere in the room.

Something was wrong.

It was well over midnight by the time I'd locked my office and proceeded to the parking lot. My head was aching painfully and my legs felt tired. I cursed when I found an empty bottle of painkillers in my bag.

I was positive I had a full botlle the night Jimin went all Walt Disney up in our faces, either way I was dead tired and just wanted to sleep.

I pulled out of the driveway and it was a smooth drive till it stopped in the outskirts.

"Fuck" I hissed as I got out to examine the damage. It looked pretty bad judging the black smoke and the hissing noises. I looked around for someone but was expectedly met with no soul.

The area was dark and the sky starless as I stepped a foot ahead slowly.

something nudging my foot had me yelping in surprise as i looked down in panic. "what the fuck?" the nudging turned out to be a little black cat, rubbing itself against my feet ever so adorably.

"awww, look at you" i cooed, bending down to rub its head and it meowed in return, nuzzling closer to me.

i picked it up, looking at it in the face and it's cuteness had me gushing. it had the prettiest set of magnetic eyes i'd ever seen.

"let's see, do you have an owner?" i looked at its tag to find its name. "killee." you said out loud, humming at the cute name and the way it bounced off my tongue.

i set it back down after nuzzling it a bit, and it began to tug on my jeans once i let go.

"huh?" i mumbled, looking up from my phone as it continued to beg for your attention.

as soon as i looked up, it began rushing towards the alleyway at the end of the street.

i shrugged once before returning to call for help but killee refused to leave me alone. i sighed, putting my phone back in.

"what is it killee?" i mumbled, letting yourself walk a little with it to sate it.

when i reached a few metres of the entrance, an earth shattering scream echoing through the night had me stopping in between.

killee, rushed to me, patting on my feet uncontrollably as it tried to get me to follow it.

i widened my eyes, wondering if that noise belonged to killee’s owner hence the panic in the little cats face.

i began to walk towards it, entering it with slow steps as you steadied yourself to meet a gangster. phone ready in hand with the emergency number dialled, i put my hand in my pocket, over my swiss knife.

"No..don't do it my lord!" A distressed cry broke through the silence.

It irked me further ahead and I rushed ahead to the source of the scream.

i could see a man kneeling, against another man, while a few onlookers stood, probably men who worked for the gangster torturing the poor man.

"My lord!!" The man begged as he kneeled down in front of another man. "I've got little kids, a wife and a family... please.."

The man who was begging looked pathetic and I almost cried at the moment looking at his terrible condition.

His face was distorted and blood covered everything. His right eye was black and blue and his arms and legs were twisted at awkward angles and looked as if they'd been broken.

"You're pathetic." The other man snarled. His back was towards me so I couldn't see his face. He was tall and well built judging by his silhouette.

His voice was deep and captivating. His words pulling at attention.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry my lord!" The man pleaded and the tall guy only chuckled.

"You're sorry?" The deep mysterious voice chuckled. "You're fucking sorry?" He walked ahead and kicked the man in the gut. Making him let out a heart wrenching scream.

"STOP IT!" i yelled out, putting my foot down as i made my presence known. "what the fuck is wrong with you?" i frowned, pressing the emergency button but god knew what went wrong, my phone had switched off.

killee was nowhere to be seen as i tried to look for any sort of support from my side as four very intimidating men stared at me.

my breath hitched, yet i refused to show it. "the police will be here any minute! i suggest you leave that man right this second!" i yelled once more to the tall guy who's face was still hidden with shadows.

instead of responding, he flicked his hair back, gripping the man kneeing in front of him in an even tighter grip.

A gasp left me as the tall voice proceeded ahead and pulled back the victims hair, exposing his neck to him.

The tall guy snapped his head back to me. His dark eyes staring into mine, i felt a jerk through me as panic over took me, his hauntingly sculpted face seemed so strikingly familiar i wanted to yell out in pain.

A smirk appeared on his face as he proceeded further and bared his teeth.

Its struck me like lightening all of a sudden.

He was a vampire.

“shit.” i hissed, there was no way the police would ever believe me for this.

The man screamed and writhed as the man drained his blood, his eyes trained on mine.

Within seconds the man fell limp. His eyes rolled back in his sockets and a vacant expression appeared.

A breathless cry left my mouth as i stared. He smirked as he slowly licked the blood dripping down his mouth.

The sight disgusted me to the very core and I felt sick. Before i knew it, My feet started carrying me back slowly and I felt my heart rush. Cold air hit my face as my body tensed, wanting to get away from the scene as quick as i could.

Behind me, i heard his slight laugh as if he found my reaction amusing. "Soon princess." He sneered as I ran away from him.

I needed to get home...or anywhere but near that disgusting blood sucker. My lungs felt like they were being burned from the inside by the time i reached my car. my head felt dizzy and my body felt like i was sick. i barely wiped by sweat before i doubled over and puked out my dinner on the sidewalk.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and glanced at the cars speeding down the highway. I was faraway from him by now but I could still feel the coldness that radiated frim him.

The way his deep, seductive eyes drew mine in. The way his plump bottom lip curled up in a smirk on my reaction...the way he sensually licked the blood on his lips with his eyes still trained on mine…It frightened me to the core.I looked up at the night sky and a shiver ran down my spine as I remembered his cold voice.

"Soon princess." He had sneered.

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traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors · 1 year

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Leaf here again, same TWs (financial abuse mostly) and ableism tw

Hello I'm back already because today was a lot.. Right now I feel like venting mostly, it's just that a lot has happened

So basically I had a rough week already and since I'm autistic I need to have more down time than others, and I Didn't have it. Many unexpected things piling up and I got so little sleep.

My mom ended up giving me a check that covered 2 classes and I'm not surprized because they intentionally play on my panic (I had anticipated that the way they told me was on purpose to make me panic). So it's not great but I got that covered at least.

I also had some money that my grandma gave me but it didn't cover much either because these classes are extremely expensive (I'm still really grateful however). When I paid for the classes I told them to remove my father's email address, they won't send him the bills or the planned classes anymore. To be honest I don't know if this was a good choice because everything is so hard to anticipate, but they send me the documents so it should be fine.

Then I went to my driving lesson and it was awful? I didn't have enough time to prepare because like I said the week was rough so I was in pain, I coudln't mask so I drove poorly and my teacher kept criticizing me every 2 seconds. To summarize I've experienced this type of behavior since forever because I'm disabled and people refuse to believe that I'm trying.

So I ended up crying when we talked about my progress during that specific class at the end, and it was really uncomfortable. It's retraumatizing and I really hate it because I could tell I was getting better, even today because messing up is part of the process.

Then I came back and learned my other grandma was going to come over, so it was a good opportunity to ask her for hel. Even though it worked out in the end, it was such a pain to just talk to her alone. I had to ask my mom twice and be super firm just so we would be alone together.

My grandma said that they had planned to give me a lot of money after I got my driver's licence, but since I need it now and I'm responsible they already gave me everything. It's a relief although I'm not sure if it will cover everything, but I will try to leave that on the side for now because it's given me so much anxiety lately.

I suppose I'm back to the "normal" window, so things are "okay". Basically if I work my ass off and do the most people pleasing i can (since my parents disgust me and i dont like to lie), then things stay at a doable level. I suspect that my parents are doing it on purpose too, because if they were to go all out then they would lose their good image. I use that to my advantage by pretending I still believe in it and care about them - though they seem to suspect I don't believe any of it, but if they can pretend we're a great family, then I can too.

To be honest it's a bit hard to talk about this because I feel like people will call me a liar for needing help when I genuinely never know which options I have with my parents. They can always choose to have a random power trip but sometimes they do give me crumbs. That makes me afraid of being misunderstood because I do come from a "comfortable" background, but my quality of life is less than ideal. Even if they weren't abusive, there's more than meets the eye - my dad gets paid well, but he's a factory worker who didn't pass high school. If he were to get fired (which will happen eventually), he wouldn't have the same salary anymore.

Hi Leaf,

I'm so sorry about what's been going on. It sounds like you've been going through a lot recently, not only with paying for classes but also issues with your driving lesson. It makes sense how being paid or not can be a significant source of anxiety.

I wish your driving instructor could be more understanding of what you've been going through, and that they could be more mindful of how critiquing someone constantly can affect someone, as well as more constructive and compassionate ways to offer suggestions or corrections. I can understand how this experiencing was retraumatizing for you.

I can see how this might be hard to talk about. Please remember that you know yourself best and it's not other people's place to tell you what your needs are. Whatever needs you do have are valid and deserve to be respected and met. Obviously internalizing this is easier said than done especially with experiences like yours where you're made to feel afraid of being misunderstood and such.

I hope that you can find healing and begin to process everything you've been going through in a healthy way, hopefully with the guidance and mediation of a mental health professional such as a therapist, if that is an option for you.

If anyone else has any comments or suggestions feel free to add on. Otherwise I hope I could help and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #leaf #tw ableism #tw abuse #tw emotional abuse

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rametarin · 3 months

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A unique kind of evil

Let me tell you a bit about one of my aunts.

We'll call her Gooseneck. Because she's incredibly skinny. She knows she is not the body type to get into a fight, because she's extremely petite. However, she's also the sort of person that, if she had the tools to overcome being so small, she'd be a violent bully. But she knows when she could be beaten to death, and by whom, so is polite and pseudo-friendly and sociable. Beneath that, however, she's poison.

She has a strange fixation and fascination for flooring the accelerator of cars during rainstorms and kicking up enormous amounts of wet dirt and mud on people. In that kind of, "this is funny if you're a sociopath" fashion.

As a kid I can remember her sweetly taking me to the store and then dropping me off, then turning around and doing that before driving off. And then I learned not but a few years ago, she did that to my grandmother- her mother. As a kid I assumed it was a mistake, that she was just ignorant or bird brained and stupid and did it by accident, not knowing I was behind the car.

That bitch premeditated doing this, offered to take me to the store to buy some candy, backed into the driveway, had me get out, and then made sure I was standing there waving in the driveway before she peeled out and threw mud and rain into my face and clothes. And she did the same thing to grandma.

The day this happened to me as a child, I was upset it happened. But I realized, people make mistakes and it's not always personal. Then I talked to her son, and realized.. no, that shit was deliberate. She does that to people because she finds it funny.

When asked about it, she giggles as if covering you in mud and violently thrown rocks and dirt and wet is the most harmless of pranks in the world, then pretends you didn't say anything. Doesn't even fear any kind of physical retaliation.

My mother and all my aunts are like this. Get them in the right context, they're heartless sociopaths in human skin. Grandma isn't, for some reason. But I sincerely think I might have a single cursed X chromosome. If and when we can detect "absolutely fucking crazy" in a genetic test, it'd be nice to know if my X chromosome bears it. And I wouldn't be surprised.

How this manifests across my mother and aunts is particular. Gooseneck is an opportunistic scavenger that refuses to plan ahead financially and then casually slips that she needs money over and over again, then refuses to stop spending like an asshole.

Then we have Cracklethroat. Sounds like she blasted and abraded her throat away on paint thinner or too much cigarette or cigar smoking, and drinking whiskey. Had a bunch of babies, demanded my grandparents take care of them while she and her husband spent most of the 90s fighting, getting back together, then having another baby. Also an opportunist, but a compulsive liar and gaslighter.

And then there's Flompf, named because she's fat. She's probably the closest to my mother in terms of what sort of entitled, unflappable psychopath over petty things she is. If she thinks she has you in her power and you have to choose between taking the hard road to get away from them or stay and tolerate her shit, she'll treat you like garbage and let you know where you stand, but only after it's too late to escape.

Dealing with these cunts is like being attached to anti-social tumors that bark and fight at one another while sucking the blood out of you in order to have the energy to do it. I hate them all.

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on-campaign · 9 months

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Mom.

I have a parent who is selfish, hateful, and sick, whose delusions invade my life as much as they do hers. It's a special kind of hell.

She's diagnosed bipolar, and schizophrenia runs in the family. For a little over a decade now, she's been experiencing wild, accusatory delusions that she only expresses in secret. Stories about celebrities, neighbors, past occupants, assassins, cops, psychics, God, her family, anyone, everyone. You, probably.

Sometimes, I swear you can see the delusions coming together behind her blank expressions or when she talks in her sleep. You'd laugh if I told you the things she says. Part of me would want you to. Now, she lets herself get sick to the point where her delusions are constant.

As much as I want to be empathetic, as much as I should be, I am not. Seething paranoia has been her main trait for as long as I've known her. What exactly she's always feared, I'll never know, but I can tell you she sure takes it out on her kids.

She's verbally and physically abused not just me, but my siblings. She gaslights all of us and everyone she knows. She's sabotaged relationships. She's stolen who knows how much money from her kids just so she can buy a new car, a new refrigerator, a new couch, a new display cabinet, a new...

When my dad was around, I asked him if she was always this way. He said she used to be different, years before I was born. There was a moment when I had hope, that I could meet this person if I tried hard enough. I begged as much as I could beg for her to get help, to just try any kind of help. Been about 10 years since then.

Now, 400 miles apart and still she reaches into my life and tries to loot it for whatever useful things she can find. Because that's all I am to her. All I ever was. Useful.

When I was a kid, she hated her mother in law, even though we lived in her mother in law's basement because we had nowhere else to go. She would tell me things about my grandma that were so villainous and strange and frightening that I would never want to speak with her or be near her alone. My mom would feed me lines, tell me what to say, as testimony against my grandma. To her, I was a way she could get back at her mother in law for some imagined slight. My grandma died before I wizened up, before I ever got to know her.

Now, I'm in my thirties, taking care of my teenage sister because CPS has gotten so interested in the family that my mom is getting sick of the attention. But oh you better believe she's still collecting on my sister's social security money from when dad died.

But man, the things she sends me in the middle of the night now that my sister, the kid she abused more than any of us, lives with me. Her talks with God, her needing a ride after driving 600 miles in the wrong direction, the horror movies she thinks are playing out in her home while she's asleep. Any excuse to try and inch her way closer to me, the kid that got away. In her eyes, I manage to hold down a full-time job and maintain relationships with people and live a relatively normal life. I'm still useful.

And while, yes, a lot of this is her infection talking to me now, there's no mistaking the timing of it all. One kid just turned 18, and the other is living with me. I think, deep down, she knows.

She knows that our only connection is circumstance. That, when dad died, I was her only safety net left. She knows that the second my siblings are safe from her, I will cut her out of my life completely and forever. She knows there is no love between us.

And here I am, writing this awful thing when I should be getting work done. I'm just so tired. I'm so tired of being angry. So tired of that squeezing in my chest every time I get a notification from her. I just needed to get this poison out, so I can get back to work. Still, I can't help but think the ugliest thing of it all is that one day, when she inevitably passes, I'll only know well after the fact, and the only part of her I'll miss is the side I never got to meet.

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imaginesmai · 4 years

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Arvin Russell - The preacher’s sins (1/2)

Requested by an anon, please enjoy it! It was too long, so I divided it in two parts. I’ll post the next one tomorrow!

Plot: there is nothing bigger for you than the love you feel for Arvin Russell. Not a lot of people can awaken what he does in you, with his cheeky smile and chocolate eyes. Now, a stranger threatens to break that bond, manipulating where it hurts the most.

Warnings: It’s the devil all the time, and you know the preacher. So if you’re reading this, it’s because you’re alright with what’s about to happen. Anyway, violence and manipulation.

Arvin’s car was waiting for you when your shift at the café ended. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face when you thought about the upcoming events; a whole weekend just for the two of you, in your house since your parents were away in a business travel. That meant you could sleep in the same bed, have your own space and dream about finally moving in together. As you crossed the street jogging, your bag hanging from your left shoulder, you thought you could get used to it.

He was smoking, looking ahead and lost in his thoughts. Some wild strands of hair had fallen on his face, making him look a bit more childish that usually. Arvin Russell looked as handsome as ever, and for two whole days, would be handsome only for you.

“Arv” you announced your presence when you climbed in the seat beside him, rubbing your arms in an attempt to get ride of the rain’s coldness.

“Hey, pretty girl”

Arvin dropped his denim jacket over you, and while you put it on, he threw his cigarrete through the window’s car, moving his hand around to get ride of the smoke. Once he made sure you wouldn’t choke with it, he closed the car’s windows and looked at you with a half-smile.

“I can’t believe it’s finally happening” you giggled softly, enjoying that moment of excitement and peace.

“Hope ya haven’ changed your mind” Arvin quickly pressed his lips against your cheek, before starting the car. “How was work?”

As you started talking about a cute dog which owner had let you pet, Arvin drove you to your house. He managed to listen to the story, drive safely and sneak a hand so that he could hold yours.

During most of the weeks, it was hard to see him. He was busy with his family and his part times job, taking what he could to earn a little money. Lenora took a lot of his time too, because she often got picked up by the bullies at highschool and Arvin insisted in picking her up every day. Then, he went with her to the grave yard to visit his mother, and he stayed with her until she finished. Sometimes, he would sneak for a few minutes and come visit you in the café, ordering the cheapest thing in the menu and watching you for afar.

Neither of you had a lot of free time. Your family, humble and hard-working, was also very conservative, so even if they accepted your relationship with Arvin, they didn’t like when he stayed at night. His family didn’t have a lot of free space neither, and if they had they didn’t see with good eyes sleeping together before marriage.

That week hadn’t been different. You had been working every afternoon until the sun came down, and then drove back home. The only difference was that you had been stopping briefly at the church, to talk with the new preacher. You knew Arvin didn’t like him – which was why the mood darkened on the way to your house.

“He ain’t good, Y/N” he grumbled, briefly looking at you.

“You don’t know him, it’s just – he’s new here, he needs a chance to prove himself” you defended. “I know what he did to your grandma was wrong, but we can’t judge him by one mistake!”

“It wasn’ just one mistake. He talks and talks ‘bout how everyone is a sinner but ‘im” Arvin protested.

“Arvin, please” you shifted closer to him and placed a hand on his arm. “It’ll be just a few minutes. He told me he needed my help with something, you don’t even have to see him.”

The preacher, indeed, had told you the previous day that he wanted to meet you in the church on Friday. You hadn’t told him your plans with Arvin, even if he was kind of interrupting your peaceful weekend with your boyfriend; probably, because you knew he wouldn’t approve you spending the night with him.

Deep inside, you knew that Arvin was probably right; he always was at the end, no matter what he was talking about. He was the one who said that the boy who Lenora’s was after wasn’t a good man, and now he had fun chasing her with a bag and awful words. There was something about the preacher that you didn’t like either, but you still didn’t know what. For now, you wanted to be on his good side.

“So? Can we stop?”

“I’d feel better if not” Arvin scoffed. “But I guess that’s a yes”

Arvin stopped on the graveyard, an empty place where the sun was setting already. It was dark and silent, and even you, who wanted to stop, were starting to reconsider the decision. You looked out the window, seeing that the church’s door was open and a dim light could be seen from the inside. Arvin exited the car without another word, and you knew he was pissed. He wasn’t too keen on sharing his feelings, even more when they weren’t of love or happiness.

You had been dating for seven months officially, and it had been ten since he asked you for a date after your shift at the café. There was no way you could make him talk about it and comfort him before the sun disappeared completely, so you decided to ignore him and walk towards the church. Still, before entering you looked back, half expecting him to be ready to leave and pick you later. But he had lighted up another smoke and was leaning against the car, looking to his feet.

Much less happier than before, you entered the church. You wanted nothing more than Arvin to be happy, and if you were up to wish anything, for him to have a better relationship with the rest of Knockemstiff; starting with the preacher.

He was sitting in the first row, reading from a small book. The faint lights you had seen came from the candles, which made the place much more scarier than usually. You didn’t think anything about it, not even when you made yourself heard by calling him and he told you to close the door. It was a cold, October day, so you guessed there was nothing wrong with it. After looking at Arvin once more, and receiving no smiles, you closed the door behind you.

“What did you want me for, preacher?”

“Come sit with me, Y/N” he patted the bench beside him, and you approached him. “You ever read the bible?”

“Um, a little. Lenora reads to me sometimes, a-and from what I hear on Sundays” you explained, not really wanting to say it out loud.

The truth was that you had never learned how to read. You had had to drop out of highschool at a young age because your mother had fallen ill, and your father couldn’t manage the family business on his own. With no money to buy books or material, your father had you help in on the shop. You were good with numbers, from years of experience, and you were starting to know what some words were written like thanks to Lenora and Arvin. But not a lot of people in Knockemstiff knew that you didn’t write the orders down in the café because you didn’t know how.

The preacher hummed, finally raising his eyes from the small book on his lap. He shifted closer to you, until you were sure you could hear his heartbeat. He showed you what he had been so focused on, and while you knew some of the letters, it all looked like garbage.

“This is my favourite part” he said, his voice soft but with a sharp edge. “Mom used to read it to me every night, too. You know it?”

“U-um, yeah” you said. Quickly, you tried to search for a word that you could understand. Lenora always read to you a passage of the bible when you went to their house, and maybe you could know what was it about. However, the preacher closed the bible before you had time to find it.

“God is merciful and benevolent, Y/N” he stretched one arm behind your shoulders, and you felt tears run to your eyes when you understood he knew it. It wasn’t something to be ashamed of – Arvin had managed to convince you it wasn’t, but you felt embarrassment crawl through your spine. “He forgives us all, all of our sins. But you know what is what he doesn’t forgive? Lies”

The back of your hair was grabbed with so much force that you emitted a low cry. If the door had been open, maybe Arvin would have heard you. But he angrily pacing around the graveyard, thinking about how he shouldn’t be so hard with you, and you were too afraid and embarrassed to scream any louder.

You were met with the preacher’s hard eyes, hateful and unforgivable. The back of your head throbbed from how hard he was gripping it, and finally a lonely tear made its way down your cheek. It seemed to offend him more, because he squeezed harder.

“You think you’re worthy of stepping into this temple?” he hissed, his hot breath making you shudder. “You think I wouldn’t find out that you can’t read? Or that you spend the nights with that boyfriend of yours?”

“Preacher –“

“Shut the fuck up!”

The nice man who you had been talking to the rest of the week disappeared in thin air, and you were thrown to the ground with a force you didn’t know the kind preacher had. A small cry of pain left your lips as your right wrist bent awkwardly against the edge of the bench, and you tried to move away. But the preacher had other ideas, because he hoisted you up until his face was inches away from you again.

You were sure he would just bash your head against the bench and Arvin would only have your cold body for the weekend when his face morphed, and that calm that always surrounded him was back. He sat on the bench again, and put his head against his hands, as if he was in deep thinking. Before you could think about running out of there screaming Arvin’s name, the preacher talked.

“Get naked”

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belovvved · 3 years

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!!Emergency!! Unsafe Housing Situation/No Transportation!!!!Help a Non-Binary Artist achieve relative comfort!!!

I wish that none of this was real, and that I don't need help. I don't even know where to begin. But I'm trying to open up, I can't keep trying to do everything alone.

PLEASE BOOST... if you cannot donate or help me find resources in my city (San Antonio, Texas)

CASHAPP: $citrinebat ZELLE: [email protected]

Any advice or resources will be much appreciated.

I grew up never speaking out because I would always get silenced, my parents are good at manipulating others to believe that they are decent people. I am not welcomed or safe at home.

Basically, I was born to two teenage parents that weren't ready to have children or mature enough to be with each other.

I grew up seeing my mom get abused by my dad verbally, physically, and emotionally. I would always stick up for her, and so the relationship between my father and I has never existed... In fact he hates me for being outspoken, and protective. My mother takes out her stress and abuse on me too. She's tried drowning me when I was 8 and I found out later from my aunt. My mother has Stockholm syndrome, she even went so far as to take a felony for him and has not had a job in years.

It has been my whole life, and I'm the oldest out of 5 including myself. Many times I've tried helping my mom, only to have her hurt me again in some sort of way- by going back to my dad, borrowing money, gambling, drinking etc. She never admits her faults, and plays victim which is something I am not trying to do.

I still cannot believe that this is what has become of the family I romanticized. I've discovered that my parents, and brother are severely mentally ill- my parents take prescription pills that aren't theirs... some of which I do not know completely. My brother has become psychotic and has black-out rages where he hurts someone in the family or breaks things around the house.

In the past I always had to lean on other relatives (now passed) for support or past partners- (which I do not want to do anymore).

I left as soon as I graduated from school in 2018 (Summa Cum Laude). I wanted to pursue going to art school or architecture. But I couldn't due to the fact that my dad sold drugs and his taxes weren't accepted in FASFA. I had to wait until I turn 21 to file independently but even when this came around (Oct.2020) I wasn't prepared in anyway possible to pursue higher education.

-Things in the past were manageable, because I had my Grandma who supported me in everyway possible while she worked two jobs. She took me and my 4 siblings to and from school. While my parents stayed at home sleeping. She did everything she could for us, and then in 2019 she was diagnosed with cancer and died within 3 weeks, inside of the home I am currently living in.

She bought me a car before right before she died- which my mom used whenever she wanted to in order to escape from my dad momentarily. It had 56k miles at first and I never got to drive it until 100k+ miles. By the time I got it back, my mom cracked the windshield and stained the interior. It got repoed after 3 months of me using it because my grandfather left the country in 2020 to pursue his new wife (in her 20's) and his new family. He stopped paying on the car without telling me, and didn't transfer the title to me, so I had no way of preventing anything.

My only source of transportation was taken from me in March 2021. So I lost my job, my car... and I need help because I have to start all over.

I currently live at my Grandma's house where she passed away inside of the living room. The a/c has been broken since last summer (2020) and there is no heat or hot water and I just endured that during the Texas Winter Storm.

Whenever my Grandfather returns from out of the country I will have to find a place to stay but that means making 2-3x the rent and having a job for at least six months. I cannot return home because my brother is a reflection of my abusive father and I DO NOT FEEL SAFE being around him.

My brother has broken a window on me, physically has hurt me more than once. My dad calls me a whore + so many other worse things. My mom borrows money from me and gambles, and drinks. Just uses me to babysit and has made me quit my art internships in Highschool to babysit while she goes out with friends at the bar

I have been trying to sell art, and nudes in order to get a car... so that way I can try having a job. I have facial piercings and tattoos on my hands so everything is difficult.

The only thing I am at fault for is my way of coping. It's hard to foresee a future for yourself when you're living with trauma...

I didn't want to believe that my parent's don't care but after losing my job and car in March 2021, my mom has not since checked up on me or asked if I was okay. In fact has asked me to borrow money, (she usually doesn't pay back) My dad fixes A/C for a living, and has not fixed the A/C for me since last year.

My mental health is starting to take a toll on me lately and I don't want to end up in the Psych ward again..... Luckily I have a few really amazing, supportive, loving friends. But everyone has their own lives and I can't depend on anyone. I wish I could be the person helping them.

I don't want to take from others who cannot give. I want to be able to have transportation, pursue school, and also feel comfortable and safe where I am living. Past partners know where I stay, and so does my abusive brother and I live in fear of them coming over uninvited.

Please help me get to a place where I can truly grow, and flourish. Please help me feel unashamed about speaking up and asking for help. My dreams are to start a nonprofit for domestic violence victims, foster animals, and start or be apart of a printing press for creatives.

I sell art and make music in my freetime. I lost my only support system a little over a year ago and since then it has been super difficult trying to do things on my own, and I'm tired of depending on sexual partners for help (+ experiencing rape/sexual trauma), as a NONBINARY person being perceived as anything less than a soul is painful.

You can support me by commissioning or purchasing art here. Or donating anything will help- everything goes to my phone bill, food. I am on my last $500. I am really worried because lyfts and ubers add up, and I am uncertain of when I can find a job that will hire me due to my self expression.

Thank you for reading.

#help #emergency #gofundme #donate #signal boost #mutual aid #boost #narcissist #childhood abuse #abuse #trauma #ptsd #recovery #narcissim #toxic mom #toxic dad #toxic household #toxic family #nonbinary

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collecting-stories · 3 years

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Bake-off - Holiday Special - pt. 1

Request: Yes but I can’t find the original request for a part 2.

A/N: I’m posting the 2nd part of this holiday special of bake-off on Thanksgiving. I know there was no actual baking in this one but there will be in the 2nd, promise.

Bake-off pt. 1 | Outer Banks Masterlist

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“Pumpkin pie.” JJ asked, holding the phone out to you, a video of someone making pumpkin pie playing across the screen. You scrunched your nose at the thought of a weed infused pumpkin pie and shook your head, the flavor was already hard to get right, you didn’t want to fuck with it further. “Well what do you propose?”

“Thanksgiving themed cake-pops?” You suggested, pulling your legs up to sit cross legged on the bench in the breakroom. You had a few minutes before the after-school kids got to the club and you were sitting in the breakroom with JJ while he changed for work. He had proposed the idea of making Thanksgiving themed baked goods. A decent idea but maybe not necessarily the easiest to execute.

“Making an orange cake pop is not a Thanksgiving dessert.” He replied, scrolling down his feed to see if there were any other suggestions for acceptable desserts that he thought the two of you could make into edibles, “you need to be more creative.”

“I’m totally creative,” you replied. “I’m also realistic. No dreams of grandeur for me.” In the few months that you and JJ had properly come to know each other and had started whatever version of dating the two of you were currently doing, money from edibles had been rolling in pretty steadily. So much, in fact, that you bought a new laptop and your phone outright. No rent to own, second hand pawn shop, crap.

“I don’t know what that means.” JJ admitted, looking up at you.

“Dude,” Andrew cut into your conversation, popping his head into the breakroom, “get dressed, your shift starts in three minutes.”

JJ huffed, “yeah, yeah, I’m going.” He replied, finally putting his phone down. You waved to Andrew as he left and turned to face JJ as he slipped the button-down white shirt on. He had been standing there in the club issued slacks, unbuttoned and unzipped, no shirt, distracted by his phone and you had been shameless enjoying the view while you waited for the bus to start your own shift. “I hate wearing this thing. It’s not fair you get to wear leggings.”

“I run around with little kids. You can wear leggings too if you wanna run around with little kids all afternoon.” You smiled when he glared at you.

“That’s not what I meant, I just meant I wanna wear comfortable clothes. Not this dumb shit.” He muttered.

You got off the bench, coming over and grabbing his bowtie, slipping it around his neck and clipping it into place, “I know but you look so hot in your busboy outfit.” You reasoned, kissing him.

“Oh yeah?” He grinned.

You kissed him one more time before stepping away, “think of something for Thanksgiving.” You said before leaving the breakroom and heading out front to meet the school bus of kids there for the aftercare program.

You hadn’t broached the subject yet with JJ, considering all you had spent the afternoon talking about was edibles, but your mom had asked you to invite him to Thanksgiving dinner. Off the island, at your grandparent's farm, it was a four-hour trip and you usually stayed the weekend and your mom had never invited another person to join in the family thanksgiving before.

He had inducted you into his group of friends, albeit reluctantly at first but finally giving in to the pressure they were putting on him and introducing you one afternoon. So, it shouldn’t feel too difficult to ask him to go to Thanksgiving with you. Of course, you weren’t sure you could really qualify what went on between you and JJ a relationship. You made edibles together and then became friends and then became something a little more than friends but it all kind of circled back to the selling and you wondered sometimes if you stopped selling with him would he stop wanting to hang around.

“I saw an old land cruiser down near the docks that’s for sale.” JJ mentioned as he tossed his backpack into your back seat and climbed in the car. He usually drove when the two of you got off, the old two door death trap that you bought off your cousin for $500. It wasn’t much but it got you around the island most of the time and most of the time JJ was with you so you had forgone learning anything about cars, deflecting to him whenever it broke down.

“Are you gonna buy it?” You asked, listening to the car sputter to life as JJ hooked his phone up to listen to music. You slipped your feet out of your shoes and propped them up on the dash. It was insignificant really, if he bought the car or not. He would probably still drive you home from work. Probably to work too. And the car he was looking at was probably in better condition than the one you had but the idea of him buying a new car, a different car, meant that he didn’t need your car. Which somehow felt like him not needing you.

“Maybe. Pope said I should.”

“You should.” You replied. “I don’t think I wanna make edibles for Thanksgiving.”

JJ shrugged, missing the point of your comment, “I guess we can just do regular cookies and stuff, it’s not a big deal.”

“I just...have a lot of like, school work and stuff. I don’t know if I have time to do edibles.” You lied. You were doing fine in school, there was no reason for you to be worried about it and you had nothing else going on outside of school, work, and spending time with JJ.

As he pulled to a stop at a red-light JJ turned toward you, pouting in the dim glow from the dash, doing his best and most pathetic puppy dog look. “Who am I gonna make edibles with?”

“I don’t know...I can give you the recipes or something?” You offered.

“Fine.” He succumbed to your refusal easier than you thought he would and that made you a little disappointed too but you didn’t say anything else about it. The rest of the car ride was just listening to music until he pulled off into John B’s front yard, parking the car by the tree. The first few times he had driven you home from work he had actually driven you first and then walked the rest of the way in the dark to John B’s. Now he usually drove to John B’s and you drove the rest of the way to your house.

JJ leaned over in the dark, kissing you when you turned your head to look at him. You smiled against his lips before kissing him back, hand going up to his neck. “I should go,” you mentioned when he finally pulled away.

“I’ll text you about tomorrow...I took Andrew’s shift to close but I can come over before work.” He replied.

“Okay.” You nodded. He still wanted to come over, even though you told him you didn’t want to make edibles. You climbed out of the car, shutting the passenger door and going around the other side as he got out, leaving the car idling. “I was wondering...do you wanna do Thanksgiving with my family this year? I mean, if you’re not busy.”

JJ smiled, he’d tagged along to Pope’s or Kiara’s on Thanksgiving before but that wasn’t really anything special and mostly they just invited him because they knew he wasn’t having Thanksgiving at home. Which felt a lot different than being invited by you. “Taking me home to meet the family?”

“It’s off the island at my grandma’s...you’d have to travel with us and we’d stay over for the weekend.” You replied, laying out all the details.

“Okay, I’m in.”

“Yeah?” You asked, feeling like you needed the extra verification.

“Thanksgiving with my girlfriend’s family? Yeah.” JJ replied.

“Okay...awesome.” You nodded, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

JJ said goodbye again, stealing another quick kiss before he headed toward the Chateau. You turned to watch him, leaning against your car, mind racing a little bit from what he’d said. His girlfriend. It wasn’t a word he’d used to describe you before and maybe he hadn’t even been thinking when he said it. Or maybe he was more perceptive than you gave him credit for.

“Pecan pie!” You suddenly shouted, a little too loud for that time of night.

JJ turned on the steps, right under the porch light and smiled, seemingly knowing exactly what you were shouting about. “Knew you were holding out on me!”

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venicebitch1999 · 4 years

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Late Night Confessions

Pairing: Fezco/Reader

Summary: You and Fezco spend some time stargazing. Who will make the first move?

Warnings: Profanity, mentions of underage drinking and drug dealing.

A/N: Hey, y’all! This is my first writing I’ve actually posted, so bear with me. I love Fezco so much, he’s my fucking cinnamon apple and deserves more writings. Let me know what y’all think though! Feedback is always appreciated. ❤️ Much love.

You were currently driving out to your favorite weekend spot, the cliff about three miles out of town that overlooked the city. You and your best friend, Fezco, had made plans to meet up and stargaze. Every once in a while, when you two needed an escape, you would go to your favorite spot and observe the night sky. It wasn’t often that you did this, but you never passed the opportunity up. You loved these little moments with him.

Fezco had been in your life for close to seven years. You had met him the first day of seventh grade, and although people came and went throughout your school years, Fezco stayed by your side. Fezco, eventually, dropped out to help take care of his grandma. When money became tight, he started drug dealing. He thought this would scare you away for sure, but no. Best friends stuck together no matter what.

Eventually, you grew to love him, beyond just friends. He was charismatic, polite, soft-spoken, and protective. He would take a bullet for you. Because you didn’t want to risk your friendship, you kept those feelings to yourself. He had enough on his plate already.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Fezco’s car parked near the cliff’s edge. You were so in love, even the sight of his car had you feeling giddy. You parked your car next to his and unbuckled your seatbelt. You knew he was already waiting for you at your usual spot, a grassy area farthest away from the road. You both thought this area was the best place to see the nighttime skies, as no trees or dirt were present.

You walked towards your spot and saw that he was already laying down on the blanket, looking upwards. You could hardly make out his figure, but you knew he looked just as good as ever. Hearing your footsteps approach, he turned to look at you. You smiled at him, placing your backpack with the radio you both used to play your tunes down, and greeted him with a shy “Hey, Fez.”

He moved over, giving you some room on the blanket to get comfortable and replied “What’s up, Y/N?”

Yep, you were right. He did look good. He was dressed in a simple long sleeved black shirt, gray sweatpants, and his favorite duo, socks and slides. How the hell did someone manage to look so fucking amazing in something so plain? You had no idea, but he did it with ease.

Fezco thought you looked amazing too. Your attire consisted of a cropped red sweatshirt, black leggings, and black high top converse. He couldn’t help but stare at you. You always looked beautiful.

Fez had had a crush on you for as long as he could remember. Before he had even officially met you, he’d seen you at school and thought you were one of the prettiest girls on the planet. The day he mustered up the courage to talk to you was the best day of his life, because that was the start of your friendship. Over the years, Fez watched you grow up. He was there when your first boyfriend broke your heart at winter formal sophomore year, even threatening to beat his ass afterwards. He was there when your parents separated. He was there when you graduated high school. He was there when you dropped out of college to help take care of your younger siblings after your dad’s alcoholism reached its peak. He was there for it all. Your friendship meant everything to him, so he never told you about his true feelings. He couldn’t lose you.

“Oh, you know, just getting ready to hang out with some loser.” you answered, with a wink.

He laughed sarcastically, “Ha ha ha, you think you cute or something, huh?” he said while he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, or something.” you sassed, pulling your speakers out of your backpack and connecting your phone to it before turning it on shuffle and laying down. The sounds of “Ribs” by Lorde started playing.

“No lie, I fuck with this kinda music.” Fezco admitted.

You smiled and looked up at the trillions of tiny, twinkling stars. “Yeah, I know. You haven’t complained once about my music.”

“It’s nice to hear new shit. I like all kinds of music, like that one chick. Uh, I think her name is Lana? Ion know, but she kinda fire.” he commented.

You gave him a little side-eye. “Del Rey?” you asked causing him to look at you.

“Oh yeah! Her. Yeah, she got some hits. Some of her shit got me sad as hell.” he said.

You laughed loudly, “More like all her shit.”

Fezco smiled and you both fell into a comfortable silence. Gazing up at the thousands of twinkling stars, you let your mind wander. You thought about your relationship with Fezco. Did it have the potential to be anything more? You wondered what it felt like to kiss him, to have his hands on your thighs, to feel his arm around your waist. You wondered what it felt like to be called his.

“So.. Rue told me something today.” Fezco said nervously, still looking upwards.

You quirked your eyebrow up, and looked at him. “What’s she gossiping about now?” you asked with a joking twinkle in your eye.

“Ion know if it’s true or what. She said she overheard it at last night’s party or some shit.” he claimed.

Fuck. Last night’s party was a trip, you hardly remembered it. “Spit it out, dude.” you pressed.

“Ight. Well, she said you was fucking around with Cameron Gates. She said someone saw y’all making out? Ion know, that’s just what she heard.” he finally said.

Your eyes widened. “Fuck, I was so drunk last night. I don’t even remember that. I mean, Cameron always tries to get with me at parties and shit, so I wouldn’t be surprised.” you admitted, feeling embarrassed.

“Cameron is a dick. I didn’t wanna believe it, but I mean, you do you.” he said icily. He could feel the jealousy creeping in. He didn’t like knowing other guys were into you.

You looked at him, a little confused at his tone. “Uh, okay? I mean, I’m not into him like that. I was just wasted. Besides, I’m 20. I’m allowed to make out with people if I want to,” you snipped. “I’m not even into guys like him anyways.”

Fezco snorted. “Whatever you say.” he said sarcastically.

“The fuck? We were just having a good time. What’s with you?” you asked him with a glare.

“I mean, you’ve only ever dated guys like him, so Ion know why you lying.” he pointed out.

Yeah, Fez was right. You dated a lot of guys that ended up being really shitty boyfriends who only wanted one thing. In your defense, the one guy that you did want to date had friendzoned you, so you had limited options.

“Yeah, well if I could date who I wanted to, I would’ve never dated those guys.” you said while sitting up. You didn’t like this conversation, you felt defensive.

Fezco followed your actions and looked at you. You looked angry, embarrassed, and hurt by what he said. He instantly felt bad for making you upset. You were right, you were having a good time. He just wanted to confirm what he’d heard. It was selfish, but he was bothered by it.

“I’m sorry, ma. I just don’t fuck with that Cameron guy. He only wants to fuck you and dip. You deserve more than that shit.” he said softly as he grabbed your hand and observed the rings on your fingers.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach. “Oh yeah? And what is it that I deserve?” you asked, with a little smile playing on your lips.

Fezco’s eyes met yours and he placed a tiny kiss on your ring finger. “You deserve everything good in life, Y/N. All the shit you’ve ever dreamed of having, you deserve it. You too good for all these dumbass guys around here.” he declared.

You looked at him and gave him a shy smile. You felt lost for words. Nobody had ever told you that before.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Fez letting go of your hand to trace the small tattoo on your exposed waist. “Can I ask you something?” he inquired.

You hated when people asked that question. Your anxiety heightened immediately. “Um, yeah. Go ahead.” you answered.

“You said you wanted to date someone earlier. Who was you talking about?”

Fuck. Should you tell him? It was always hard to lie to Fez. He knew immediately when you were bluffing. Lying would be obvious, no matter how hard you tried to mask it.

You stumbled over your words, trying to come up with a vague answer. “Um, I mean- Well, I-.. He’s uh- Fuck, I can’t talk right now.”

Fezco raised an eyebrow at you. “You about to lie,” he chided. “Lying ain’t ever get you anywhere with me, mamas. Might as well tell me the truth. I ain’t gonna tell nobody. You and Rue the only people I fuck with.”

You sighed loudly. “Okay. Fine. I’ll be honest, but like you gotta promise this won’t be weird, alright? You’re my best friend. I don’t want us to be awkward.”

He looked at your serious expression and nodded. “Ight, swear on my life.” Fezco was feeling nervous now. Why were you so serious?

You hesitated before speaking. “Um, okay. Uh. Well, the guy I like may or may not be you.” you finally managed to say.

Your face was beet red and your palms were sweaty. You watched as he looked into your eyes for any signs of a joke. He thought for sure this was a prank. There was no way you felt that way about him.

“Like deadass?” he asked, feeling nervous.

“Deadass.” you replied simply.

Wow, he never thought you’d felt that way about him before. He was for sure his love would always be unrequited.

“But it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I love our friendship. We can pretend this never happened.” you stated, feeling a little defeated by his silence.

He laughed. “Y/N, what the fuck? I been having a crush on you. Like ever since you walked onto the fucking playground that day at school and punched Nate Jacobs’ brother in the face for trying to kiss you.”

You were shocked. Holy shit. Fezco felt the same way? No fucking way. All these years, and neither one of you said a thing. How could you have been so clueless to one another?

“Oh my god. We seriously been having secret feelings for each other all these years? What kinda soap opera shit?” you laughed.

Fez laughed with you before taking your hand and kissing the palm. “Come’ere, ma. I wanna give you a kiss. I been waiting like ten years for this.” he admitted.

You moved closer to him and let him grab hold of your waist. You put your arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes. “Then kiss me.” you said.

He moved his head downwards and locked lips with yours. The fireworks that people claim to feel in movies? Yeah, that feeling is real. You had never been kissed with such passion and love before, and you definitely didn’t mind it. His hands moved to your lower back as he pulled you closer. He moved his lips from yours down to your neck, where he placed a chaste kiss to the spot behind your ear, before looking into your eyes with a smirk.

“How about we make this official, huh?” he said.

You laid back down, pulling him over your body. “Okay then, boyfriend.” you winked.

He leaned down to give you another kiss. “I like the sound of that, mamas.”

#euphoria #fezco #angus cloud #imagine #fezco euphoria #fezco x reader #fezco imagine #fez

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beldroxramscal · 3 years

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Sway ~ part 1

Javier Pena x female!OC

Word count: 2.690

Summary: One of Javier’s former informants came back to Bogotá. On his way to find out why, he encounters some unexpected trouble.

Warnings: guns, strippers, mentions of sex, language

A/N: No one asked for this and I doubt many people will read this, but I was so proud of myself for writing more than a few sentences, I decided to post this. My first fic in maybe 3 years? This is also my first time not writing for a ship and my first time posting something with my OC (very exciting and terrifying). I have a little more in mind with this, but we’ll see.

English is not my first language and I have no one to beta for me. That is just a very long way to say: sorry, my English sucks.

Part 1//Part 2//Part 3//

However he thought, or God forbid hoped, this night would go, this was not even in his top ten. Sweat rolled down his back, as the barrel of a gun dug under his chin. The mixture of gunpowder, iron, and raspberries hitting his nose while a pair of green eyes looked up at him. All he saw were flames. It was hard to connect her to the woman he saw just 5 minutes ago dancing with soft blue lights reflecting off of the glitter on her body. Along with the soft smiles and white bodice, she looked almost angelic. It was a stupid thought back then, and it’s even more stupid now.

“Layla! I don’t think this is a very good idea,” a shaky voice of reason came from the most unexpected source. Sweet Valentina hasn’t moved from the door since she brought him here, and he almost forgot she was standing there.

“Yeah? You know what’s not a very good idea? Bringing strange men backstage! How many fucking times have I told you?” Layla barked back without taking her eyes off of him. Her voice was angry and annoyed, but she was a complete picture of calmness.

“Look, my name is Javier Pena–”

“And you are looking for Izzy. I heard you. Where is your badge?”

Oh, so she knew who he was. He just hoped that was a good thing.

“Jeans. Back pocket.”

Layla moved to stand by his side as she blindly reached to his pocket. Instead, her hand landed on the small of his back, and she pulled out a gun from the back of his jeans. Without giving it a look, she threw it on the small couch behind her. Finally, she pulled out his badge, and her eyes left his for the first time since he came into her dressing room.

“What the fuck am I supposed to find out from this?” She closed her eyes forcefully, scrunching her nose in frustration.

“I am a DEA agent,” he answered a bit confused. No one ever questioned his badge before.

“So fucking what? Is there only one DEA agent? Anyone can fucking have this. Where’s some kind of picture, name… something. Jesus. Where’s your ID?”

Before he could tell her that it was in the inside pocket of his jacket Valentina started slurring words in a panic. By the look on Layla’s face, she wasn’t sure of what was said either, but it didn’t take much guessing when her last words were, “HE IS THE POLICE?”

“Why the hell are you still here, Val? Just get out.” Layla sounded as tired of all of this as he felt. He had some actual fucking work to do and instead he was here. Trying to figure out why one of his former informants came back to Bogotá and make sure she got out safe again.

“I’m not leaving you alone with him. What if he does something to you?”

“And how exactly would you help me?” There was a silence for a few moments, and then he heard Valentina move. Judging by the sound, she moved very slowly. Layla’s eyebrows raised in question and then her lips turned into an amused smile. “Good girl,” she said finally. Javier tried to turn his head and see what was going on, but Layla dug the gun even deeper into his skin making him hiss. It didn’t matter much either way because Valentina stopped in front of him. His own gun pointing at his chest.

“Now, where’s your ID?” Layla turned her attention back to him.

“Jacket.”

He felt her patting the side pockets and finally find her way to his wallet and ID. She studied it for a moment, looking up at him and back down to the piece of plastic and then, finally, lowering the gun.

“Give him back his gun, Val,” she nodded at her. Valentina almost threw it at him before Layla even finished her sentence. He caught it and put it back into the back of his jeans.

Layla took a few steps back and took Valentina’s hand into her own, giving it a kiss. “Go home, love,” her voice was full of tenderness and warmth as she spoke to the younger woman. Such simple gestures and somehow it felt too intimate for him to witness. “I’m sure Agent Pena will gladly pay for any emotional distress he caused you tonight.” Layla looked up from the woman up to him again with one of the fakest sweetest smiles he’s ever seen.

God, he hated strip clubs. You always pay way more than necessary for much less fun than a fucking brothel. Still, he took out a few bills from his wallet and reluctantly gave them to her. Valentina shoved them into her bra and, with a promise of a call from Layla, left.

“Unbelievable,” he let out, the bizarre nature of the situation finally hitting him.“Can’t say I’ve ever been held at gunpoint by a stripper.”

“I believe that,” she shot him a cold look. “Considering,” she gestured vaguely at him, “your whole deal. I mean, most strippers don’t have the inside information you want and very few of them fuck for money.”

He felt her words burn in his chest as he lit a cigarette to avoid her stare. He pondered if he should defend himself, but it seemed like she only wanted him to know that she knew what went down between him and Izzy. “Where is she?” he asked instead, trying to get to the point of this whole night.

“Safe. Her grandma got sick, so she came to visit her. She leaves tomorrow afternoon.”

“I would like to see her and make sure she’s alright,” he pressed. He didn’t come all the way down here and got his head almost blown off for words of reassurance.

She studied his face, lighting a cigarette of her own. Javier wasn’t sure of what she found out, but after a few moments, she turned her back to him and started packing her things into a bag. “Give me five minutes, and I’ll meet you outside.”

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The second she heard the door close behind him her hands tore away at the robe draped around her body. The material was light, but it felt like she was caught in a vice. Letting the flimsy material pool around her feet, she was finally able to take a deep breath. It still did not seem like enough. It did not matter though, she had no time to panic and wouldn’t have until Izzy and David were safely out of Colombia.

Taking one more deep breath she took off the silver bra and thongs and exchanged them for the more comfortable cotton pair she came to work in. She hastily stuffed all the costumes she used that night into her bag and then swept all the trinkets on the table on top of them with one broad sweep of her hand. She was already annoyed at the mess she’d have to go through later.

In her own clothes, she made her way through the back door outside the club. It took a little longer to get to the main street, but still better than being stopped by patrons asking for a private show.

Agent Pena was leaning on the hood of, what she thought had to be, his car. He was just finishing another cigarette, his eyes already on her as she stepped from around the corner of the building and into the street.

“That was more than five minutes,” he commented when she was within the earshot. Pushing off the hood of the car, he walked to the driver’s side without giving her a second look.

“I was hoping you’d fuck off,” she muttered to herself before sliding into the passenger seat.

He started the car and looked at her impatiently, waiting for instructions. She reluctantly told him their destination, not exactly ecstatic that she was about to take him to her flat.

Silence fell over the car when they hit the streets he was familiar with, and she didn’t have to navigate him anymore. Her head rested on the window, and she watched him drive. He seemed tired. Bags under his eyes and even his hands on the wheel kept sliding down now and then. She smiled to herself when his nose scrunched up as if something tickled it.

Pena turned his head as he stopped at an intersection and did a little double-take when he noticed her watching him. “What?” he asked seeming almost self-conscious. It made her laugh.

“Nothing,” she shrugged and kept her eyes unashamedly on him.

He looked at her again, holding her gaze for a few moments as if he was testing her, averting his eyes back to the road when she didn’t flinch. “I thought you wanted me to ‘fuck off’.”

“Oh, I do,” she agreed, completely serious. “I’m also kinda intrigued. I mean, Izzy risked everything for you. I’m just trying to figure out what it is about you that was worth it.”

He seemed to be caught off guard by her honesty. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel, and he shifted in his seat. This was obviously not a very comfortable topic for him. “I think you are giving me more credit than it’s due. I just offered her a safe way from Colombia with her son.”

“Sure,” she nodded, “seems reasonable enough.” The sarcasm in her voice did not escape him, but she just did not want to talk about that anymore. Both of them knew Izzy liked him more than she should have. She didn’t risk only her life, but also the life of her son and her grandmother. It didn’t matter now anyway.

“Is Layla your real name?”

She let out a laugh because the question was simply ridiculous. Especially after that little exchange they just had. The corner of his lip quirked up just a little. He seemed happy she wanted to move on from the conversation as well. “You are the big DEA agent here. What do you think?”

“So, what is your real name?” he looked at her again. The streetlights reflected in his eyes, and she realized that they were not as dark as she previously thought.

“Why? So you can go back to work tomorrow and try to look me up in one of your files?” she kept her tone light, teasing. He seemed more responsive to that, and it was nice to see him relax a little. Plus, she felt she owed him after holding a gun to his head.

“Of course not,” he shook his head, “I’m going back to the office right after I’m done with this.”

She laughed again, and he joined in with his reserved chuckle. “Well, I’m tempted to see how good you are and what you come up with only my address and a stage name.”

“So,” he turned his head to her and slowed down the car when she motioned to the apartment complex she lived in and parked right in front of it. “You think we will see each other again.”

“I think you like a challenge, agent Pena,” she winked at him as she got out of the car.

She closed her eyes in the cool air, mentally banging her head against a wall. Why did she always have to flirt? Barely, but still. It was like a curse she couldn’t get rid of, and it always came up in the most inappropriate of places. Like with a fucking DEA agent who fucked one of her best friends.

Pena closed the car door and caught up with her on the steps into the building. She led him to the second-floor terrace when he tried his luck one last time. “So you won’t tell me your name?”

“No,” she answered simply as she unlocked the door to her flat. “Izzy!” she called out into the apartment, but instead of Izzy, little David came running from one of the rooms.

“Auntie, Nat! Auntie, Nat!” he almost tackled her to the ground trying to show her little cars his grandmother bought him.

“No way! These are amazing!” she yelped, trying to match little David’s energy even if he just told Pena her real name.

“Auntie, Nat,” Pena repeated after the boy with a winning smile.

Natalia just shook her head at him disapprovingly, “that’s cheating.”

“Nat! I made di–” Izzy’s words died in her throat as her eyes landed on the man next to her. “What are you doing here?”

“Izzy,” Pena walked slowly to her, “I just wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

Izzy nodded at him, her eyes blown in shock. “Why are you with Nat?”

Hearing her name, Natalia took David into her arms. “Why don’t you two have a little chat and David,” she turned her attention to the youngest one, “can tell me all about these fancy cars.” The little bugger nodded furiously and twisted his way out of her arms.

“Yes! Of course! He couldn’t wait to show you,” Izzy agreed, kissing her son on the forehead as he ran past her and into Natalia’s room. Nat followed him in silence, only squeezing Izzy’s hand as she walked past her.

Her room was a mess with bags and clothes and toys all around the place. It looked like Izzy was in the middle of a packing up. Natalia made some room on her bed and sat down with David, trying to give him her full attention. It wasn’t as hard as she thought it would. David made damn sure she wouldn’t have anything on her mind but the story of the two racing cars.

It didn’t take long before the doors to her room opened and Izzy came in. She was genuinely smiling, content. “He’s leaving, but wants to talk to you.”

Nat nodded and walked out of her room and to the living room, where Pena was standing by the door with his hands on his hips. He didn’t seem very happy with anything that just happened. “What’s going on?” She stopped closer to him than necessary, but she didn’t wanna risk David hearing anything.

“Do you know how to use that little gun of yours?” he ducked his head down, bringing him even closer.

“I-I,” she stammered. The intensity in which his eyes bore into hers scared her. “Yes… Yes I know how to use it.”

“Good. Izzy doesn’t want me to go with you tomorrow.” He handed her a little white card with his name and put it into her hand. “If there’s anything weird. If you see anyone you don’t like or even if you have just a bad feeling,” he closed her hand around the piece of paper with his hand, not letting go just yet. “I want you to immediately call me, okay?” Somehow he was even closer now, but instead of recoiling from him, she stood motionless.

His eyes slid to her open lips that were unable to form the word to go with her nodding.

“Good,” he said slowly, dragging his eyes up to hers again. She felt as if she was under a microscope as if he could see every emotion she was feeling at that moment plainly in her face. Could he tell how scared she was?

“Good,” he repeated when his eyes landed on hers again. “Call me.”

“I will,” she finally found her voice. It was quiet and shaky and downright pathetic. She should have stuck with nodding like an idiot.

His head was tilting back and forth as if he could not bring himself to get out of her space even though he should. There was no reason for him to stay this close to her now, and she wasn’t sure if there was any need before, but neither of them was ready to make the first move.

With a quick swipe of tongue over his lower lip, he finally stood up to his height, squeezing her balled up fist in his hand as he turned to the door. “Good night, Nat.”

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25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2020

Day 2 - Making Breakfast

Prompt from FanFiction User electroniszappa: The full prompt is noted at the end because I don't want to give anything away. NOTE: I didn't follow the prompt exactly, but I hope you like what I did with it.

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The Bellas were in the Bellas House when Chloe came in, talking on the phone.

"I don't know, mom," Chloe said. "I'll let you know as soon as I decide. I'll call you later."

Chloe ended the call and ran a hand through her hair. She let out a heavy sigh as she shoved her phone into her back pocket.

"Everything okay, Chloe?" Beca asked.

"No," Chloe said sadly.

"What's wrong?" Beca asked, getting up from her seat and walking over to the redhead.

"My parents are getting a divorce," Chloe said. "And they're both trying to get me to spend Christmas with them. They want me to choose between them. God, I hate this."

Beca, in an uncharacteristic move, pulled Chloe into a hug. "As a daughter of divorced parents, I know how you feel."

"Is it always like this?" Chloe asked, falling into the hug and pulling Beca closer.

"I would say it gets better as you get older," Beca said with a grin. "But you're already old, so I can't help you there."

"Beca!" Aubrey chastised.

Chloe pulled back from Beca and slapped her arm. "I'm not that old."

The other girls chuckled.

"You have to remember, I was only five when my folks divorced," Beca said. "And my dad didn't care about seeing me until I graduated from High School. At least your folks still want to be around you."

"What are you going to do, Chloe?" Stacie asked.

"I don't know," Chloe said. "My mom is going to my Aunt Sarah's in Savannah. I haven't seen her or my Uncle John in years. My dad is staying in Tampa and spending Christmas with my grandparents."

"Which one would you rather visit?" Beca asked.

"Neither, really," Chloe said. "My Aunt Sarah is very anti-LGBTQ and since my mom told her I was bi, she's given me the cold shoulder. My dad's parents are very conservative and would be worse. So, it wouldn't be any fun for me in either situation."

"You can hang out here with me and Beca," Stacie said. "My folks are doing their Doctors Without Borders work. And, my sister lives in L.A. and is spending Christmas with her in-laws. So, there's no one for me to spend Christmas with."

"And I can't afford a ticket to Oregon to see my mom," Beca said. "And my dad and Sheila will be going to the stepmonster's sister's house in New Orleans."

"Unbelievable!" CR practically yelled as she stomped down the stairs.

"What's up, CR?" Chloe asked when CR reached them.

"My family doesn't want me to come home for the break," CR said. "Apparently, my great-grandma is going to be there and they don't want to upset her by having their gay daughter around. She's ninety-seven, homophobic, and as mean as they come. So, I'm dodging a bullet if I don't go home; but it hurts that I won't get to see my family for Christmas."

"Jessica and I aren't going home either," Ashley added. "Like Beca, neither of us can afford it. And our folks don't have the money to help us."

"I have a great idea," Aubrey said. "You should all come with me. My folks are going on a cruise with both sets of my grandparents. So, I'm going to spend the holiday in our cabin in Upstate New York. If you all come I won't have to spend Christmas alone. It could be fun."

"Aubrey," Beca said. "We all just said we can't afford to go home. How are we going to afford to go to New York?"

"We can take the Bellas bus," Aubrey said. "That way we'll have room for everyone. I'll cancel my plane ticket and use that money to pay for the gas."

"Driving will take like fourteen to sixteen hours," Stacie said.

"We can take turns and share the driving," Aubrey said. "And we can save money by packing food and drinks for the drive, so we won't have to stop at restaurants to eat. I'll have the lodge's caretaker stock the refrigerator and pantry with plenty of food and drinks so none of us have to worry about spending much once we get there."

"I'm in," Chloe said enthusiastically.

"Me, too," Jessica said, nodding her head.

"Thanks, Aubrey," Stacie said. "Count me in, too."

"Me, too," Ashley said.

"I'll go," CR chimed in.

"What about you, Beca?" Chloe asked. "Are you coming with or staying here by yourself?"

Beca thought for a moment, looked at CR, and asked, "CR, didn't Denise say she wasn't going home either?"

"That's true," CR said. "I'll stay behind so Denise isn't alone."

"She's welcome to join us," Aubrey said. "We can ask her when she gets back from class."

"If Denise says yes," CR said. "I'll go, too. I just don't want to leave her here alone for Christmas."

"Same here," Beca said.

"That's sweet of you two," Chloe said, hugging Beca.

"Whatever," Beca mumbled.

"I really hope you go to New York with us," Chloe whispered to Beca before ending the hug.

~~ Day 2 of the 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2020 ~~

After some last-minute shopping for coats and warmer clothes, the girls were on their way. CR took the first driving shift. Each of the girls took a two-hour shift of driving ending with Aubrey, who took over just as it started snowing.

"We're here!" Aubrey called out as she pulled into a long driveway.

The tires made a crunching sound as the bus moved through the light covering of snow that had covered the drive.

"Wow!" Beca exclaimed as the cabin came into sight. "This place is awesome!"

The rest of the Bellas agreed and started gathering their belongings.

"Hopefully, it will snow again while we're here," Aubrey said, as she exited the bus. "It's even more impressive with snow all around."

"Brrr," Beca said as she stepped off the bus. "It's really cold."

"We're right on Lake Ontario," Aubrey said. "The northern winds coming down across the lake makes it feel colder. It's late. Let's get inside and figure out who's sleeping where. There are only four bedrooms so we'll have to share."

"I'll room with Beca," Chloe quickly called out, causing Beca to blush.

"Denise and I are roommates already," CR said. "So, it makes sense for us to share."

"Jessica and I can share," Ashley said. "If that's okay with her?"

"I'm good with that," Jessica said.

"Awesome!" Stacie exclaimed, winking at Aubrey. "That means I get to share with Aubrey."

Aubrey opened the door and ushered the Bellas inside.

"Wow!" The Bellas exclaimed as they entered.

Everyone looked around wide-eyed at the Christmas decorations.

"Ooo, a fireplace," Stacie said, winking at Aubrey. "How romantic. I can picture us now, snuggled up together with a cup of hot chocolate, whispering sweet nothings into each other's ear."

"Take it down a notch, Stacie," CR said. "I think you're embarrassing Aubrey."

"I, I'm not embarrassed," Aubrey said, her cheeks pink.

"Beca," Chloe said as she stood next to her. "Why don't we go pick out our room?"

"Why don't we all pick out our rooms?" Aubrey said. "Follow me."

The girls grabbed their bags and followed Aubrey upstairs.

~~ Day 2 of the 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2020 ~~

After the rooms were assigned, the girls were tired from the long road trip and decided to turn in. Chloe walked back into the room after using the bathroom and saw Beca standing in front of the window, staring out into the night.

"Whatcha thinking about so hard over there, Becs?"

Beca looked over her shoulder and said, "Not thinking, just watching the snow falling."

"It's snowing again?" Chloe squealed and ran to stand next to Beca. She stared out the window and whispered, "It's beautiful!"

Beca just looked at Chloe and smiled. "Yes, it is."

Next door, Aubrey and Stacie were laying in bed, quietly chatting. They heard Chloe's squeal and raised their heads to look at the wall separating the two rooms.

Stacie chuckled as she said, "I gather from that squeal either Beca finally told Chloe she likes her, or. . ."

"Chloe saw that it was snowing again," Aubrey finished the sentence with a laugh.

"It is?" Stacie asked, turning to look out their window.

"Yep," Aubrey said. "According to the latest weather report, we'll get several more inches by morning."

Across the hall, CR and Denise were also looking out the window at the snow.

"It's so quiet," Denise whispered.

"I love the snow," CR said. "Looks like we'll be having a White Christmas."

Next door to CR and Denise, Ashley and Jessica were snuggled up together, fast asleep.

"We should go to bed," Chloe finally said after watching the snow for a few minutes.

Beca nodded and turned toward their beds. She climbed under the covers and turned off the lamp on the nightstand between her bed and Chloe's.

"Goodnight, Chlo," Beca said.

"Goodnight, Becs," Chloe replied.

The two fell asleep within minutes.

Stacie and Aubrey continued talking about the snow and having a White Christmas.

"I always loved when we'd have a White Christmas," Stacie said. "Sledding down the hill by our house, snowball fights. One time my sister and I built a snow fort. We always had a blast together."

Hearing the wistfulness in Stacie's voice, Aubrey looked over at her.

"You miss her," Aubrey said.

"Yes, I do," Stacie said, snuggling into Aubrey. "She's five years older than I am and moved to California for college and made a life for herself there. I haven't seen her since she graduated. That was three years ago."

CR and Denise continued to watch the snowfall.

"I've never had a white Christmas," Denise said. "This will be my first."

"We'll definitely have to have a snowball fight," CR said with a big grin. "It's kind of the law when it snows."

"I can't wait," Denise said, causing CR to chuckle.

"I'm going to turn in," CR said as she made her way to her bed. "It's late and I have a feeling Aubrey will have us up at the crack of dawn."

Denise climbed into her bed and turned to face CR. "I have a feeling Stacie will keep her busy until a suitable hour."

"Stacie and Aubrey?" CR asked. "You really think there's something between them?"

"Yes," Denise said, covering a yawn with the back of her hand. "Don't you?"

"I really hadn't noticed anything," CR said. "They're not as obvious as Beca and Chloe."

"You mean as oblivious as Beca and Chloe," Denise responded with a light chuckle.

CR chuckled and settled under her blankets.

"Hey, Denise?" CR said a few minutes later. "Are you still awake?"

"Barely," Denise mumbled. "What's up?"

"I was wondering if, once we get back to Barden, you would maybe want to go out with me sometime?"

Denise sat up and switched on the bedside lamp; she looked over at CR.

"You're asking me out?" Denise asked, smiling.

"Um, yeah?" CR said. "It's just, I really like you and I'm hoping you might feel the same way."

"I do like you," Denise said. "And I would love to go out with you."

"Yes!" CR yelled.

"What the Hell?" Beca called out as she sat upright in her bed.

"That sounded like CR," Chloe said, reaching to turn on the lamp.

"Let's check on her," Beca said, climbing out of bed.

Chloe did the same and was surprised to see Stacie and Aubrey coming out of their room as well.

"Was that CR?" Aubrey asked.

"It sounded like her," Chloe said. "Do you think we should check on her?"

"I don't know," Stacie said. "We may walk into something we don't want to see."

"What do you mean?" Beca asked, furrowing her brow.

"CR and Denise may be hooking up," Stacie said, chuckling when Beca's face reddened.

"Really?" Aubrey asked.

"Yes, really," Chloe said. "Haven't you seen the way those two look at each other? I guess one of them finally said something."

The four Bellas heard moans through the door. Beca's eyes widened and she looked around at the other three. Chloe and Stacie were smirking and nodding their heads. Aubrey's face was flushed.

"I'm going back to bed," Beca said, throwing a thumb over her shoulder at her room.

"Me, too," Aubrey said, turning and going into her room.

Beca turned and entered her room; Chloe and Stacie looked at each other and laughed.

"Goodnight, Stacie," Chloe said as she went to her room.

"Goodnight, Chloe," Stacie said.

~~ Day 2 of the 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2020 ~~

"Good morning, sweetie," Jessica said, kissing Ashley awake.

"Mmm, good morning," Ashley said, stretching and leaning into the kisses.

After a brief make-out, Ashley pulled back and looked at Jessica.

"I want to tell the girls about us," she said. "I want to be able to kiss you and hold your hand in front of everyone."

"Okay," Jessica said. "I'd love for them to know about us."

"Let's go make breakfast for everyone," Ashley said, reluctantly letting go of Jessica so she could slide out of bed.

"That's a great idea," Jessica said. "Let's go."

The two girls left their room and quietly made their way downstairs.

An hour later, Stacie woke to the smell of bacon.

"Mmmm, someone's making breakfast," Stacie mumbled, reaching for Aubrey.

Aubrey was not in the bed. Stacie sat up and looked around to see Aubrey standing by the window. She got up and padded over to Aubrey, putting her arms around Aubrey's waist.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"Are you regretting last night?"

"God, no," Aubrey answered quickly, turning to face Stacie. "It was one of the best nights of my life."

Stacie leaned in and kissed Aubrey; Aubrey quickly returned the kiss, pulling Stacie closer to deepen it. Stacie pulled back so their lips were barely touching.

"As much as I'd like to continue this," Stacie whispered against Aubrey's lips. "I smell bacon and I've worked up quite an appetite. Let's go eat."

Stacie reconnected their lips before Aubrey could say anything.

"Mmm," Aubrey whimpered, pulling back from the kiss. "Let's go see what's for breakfast."

Stacie sighed and took Aubrey's hand, leading her out of their room and downstairs. The couple walked into the kitchen to find Jessica and Ashley kissing.

Aubrey cleared her throat, causing the two to jump apart.

"Um, sorry," Ashley said. "We were just making breakfast."

"Yeah," Jessica said, blushing. "Breakfast. We were making breakfast."

"If that's what you're calling it," Stacie said with a smirk. "Then Brey and I made breakfast last night."

Jessica and Ashley's jaws dropped; Aubrey blushed; and Stacie looked very pleased with herself.

"You two?" Ashley asked, pointing between Stacie and Aubrey.

"Yep!" Stacie answered. "How long have you two been, um, making breakfast?"

"Since a month after we started rooming together in the Bellas house," Jessica said. "We both liked each other and, finally, one drunken night we confessed our feelings."

"Maybe we should get Beca drunk," Stacie said, looking at Aubrey. "And get her to confess to Chloe."

"Those two are so oblivious," Ashley said. "It may take more than getting Beca drunk."

"I have an idea," Aubrey said. "It's the perfect plan. By the time Christmas is over, those two will have what we all have."

"We're listening," Jessica and Ashley said and then giggled.

"Okay," Aubrey said, leaning in conspiratorially. "Here's what we're going to do."

Just then, CR and Denise entered the kitchen.

"We smelled something burning," CR said, causing the four girls to jump back.

"Oh, crap," Jessica said, grabbing the potholders. "The bacon."

She pulled two pans out of the oven and dropped them on top of the stove.

"It doesn't look too bad," Ashley said, looking over the pan of dark bacon.

"It's ruined," Jessica said, huffing out a breath.

"It's fine," Denise said. "I like it dark."

"When it comes to bacon," Stacie said. "Crispy is always better."

"They're right," Aubrey chimed in. "What else are you making?"

"We were planning on just bacon and scrambled eggs," Jessica said.

"And, toast," Ashley said. "Aubrey, where's your toaster?"

Aubrey didn't respond verbally, she walked over to the pantry and brought out a toaster.

"Here you go."

"Thanks!" Ashley said and set the toaster up.

CR handed Ashley a loaf of bread as Denise got butter from the refrigerator.

"Who wants coffee?" Stacie asked, holding up the coffee pot.

"I do," rang out from the five Bellas.

~~ Day 2 of the 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2020 ~~

"Chloe?" Beca mumbled as she woke with Chloe wrapped around her. "What are you doing?"

"I got cold," Chloe said.

"And you couldn't find the blanket that was at the foot of your bed?"

"Didn't even try," Chloe said, giving Beca a wink. "This was way warmer and more fun for me."

"You're ridiculous."

"You loved it," Chloe said. "You even sighed when I started spooning you."

"I did not!" Beca whispered-shouted as she sat up to look down at Chloe. She glanced up and shouted, "Oh, my God!"

"What?" Chloe asked, concerned.

"Look," Beca said, climbing over Chloe to get out of the bed.

Beca hurried over to the window and stood looking out at the snow. "There must be a good eight to ten inches of snow out there, and it's still coming down."

Chloe squealed as she stood next to Beca, and looked out the window at the snow.

"We have to get dressed so we can go out and build a snowman," Chloe said, pulling Beca back toward the bed.

"Why?" Beca whined.

"Because it snowed," Chloe said. "It's like a law or something."

"There's a law that says you have to build a snowman when it snows?"

"I'm sure there is a law about it somewhere."

"God, you're adorable," Beca said, and blushed as she added, "I can't believe I just said that out loud."

"Thanks!" Chloe said, smiling at Beca as she kissed her on the cheek.

"I smell burned bacon," Beca blurted out. "Let's go eat before we go outside."

Chloe laughed as her stomach made a growling sound. "I'm in."

The two left their room and could hear laughing and talking as they made their way to the kitchen.

"Coffee, please?" Beca said as soon as she stepped into the kitchen.

Stacie laughed and pointed over to the coffee pot. "I just made a fresh pot."

"Good morning, everyone," Chloe said, entering behind Beca. "How'd everyone sleep?"

The six girls said 'good morning' to Chloe as they sipped their coffees and looked at each other.

"We slept great!" Stacie said, smirking. "Making breakfast with Aubrey was a dream come true."

Aubrey blushed; Jessica nearly spits out her coffee; Ashley started laughing. CR and Denise looked confused.

"I thought Ashley and Jessica made breakfast," CR said.

"They did, too," Stacie said.

"What?" Beca asked, confused. "Wait, is that one of your euphemisms for sex? It's too early to hear about your sexploits, Stacie. I haven't even had my coffee for God's sake."

"It's not too early for me," Chloe said, winking at Stacie. "Spill!"

"Chloe!" Aubrey yelled, turning to glare at Stacie, she added, "Don't you dare!"

"Oh, my God," Beca said, laughing. "You two DID hook up last night. I guess hearing Denise and CR going at it, got you motor running, huh?"

"What?!" CR asked.

"Um, sorry," Beca said, flustered. "We, uh, heard you yell, and, um, got up to check to, uh, see if you were okay."

"And, then we heard moaning coming from your room," Stacie added. "Kudos to you both by the way."

"CR confessed she liked me and asked me out," Denise said. "I kissed her and one thing led to another and we, uh, made breakfast." She smiled and added, "Several times."

Stacie whooped and high-fived Denise. CR smiled and kissed Denise. "I guess the cat's out of the bag."

"Don't you mean the pu-"

"Do not finish that sentence!" Aubrey said, covering Stacie's mouth. "Okay, so a few of us hooked up last night. Is anyone really surprised?"

"I am," Beca said. "I always thought Jessica and Ashley were a thing. You and Stacie, and CR and Denise are more of a surprise. I did not see that coming."

"Chloe?" Stacie said, causing Chloe to look at her. "Got anything to confess?"

Chloe blushed and shook her head as she whispered, "No."

"What would she be confessing?" Beca asked. Her eyes went wide. "You think that we? That Chloe and I? Why would you think that we would do that?"

Chloe turned and ran out of the kitchen. It was a few seconds later when they heard a bedroom door slam.

Everyone turned to look at Beca. "What?"

"Way to go, Mitchell," Aubrey said, glaring at Beca. "I'm going to check on Chloe." She moved to follow after Chloe, stopping in front of Beca. "You'd better be prepared to grovel and beg Chloe for her forgiveness when I bring her back down here."

"What do I have to apologize for?" Beca asked.

"Think about it," Aubrey snapped. "I'm sure even someone as emotionally stunted as you can figure it out."

Aubrey left the kitchen, leaving the other girls staring at Beca, shaking their heads.

~~ Day 2 of the 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2020 ~~

The girls sat down to eat, saving a plate for Aubrey and Chloe. The two best friends were still upstairs forty-five minutes later when the others finished eating and cleaning the kitchen.

"Should we go check on them?" Beca asked, looking toward the stairs.

"Are you ready to apologize to Chloe?" Stacie asked.

"Why?" Beca asked. "What do I have to apologize for because I haven't got a clue."

"You hurt Chloe's feelings, Beca," Jessica explained.

"I did?" Beca asked surprised. "How?"

"Think about what you said when we were talking about everyone making breakfast," Ashley said.

"Yeah, Beca," Denise said. "You acted like being with Chloe was the worst thing that could happen. We all thought you liked her."

"She's my best friend," Beca said. "Of course, I like her."

"That's not what she means," Stacie said. "And you know it."

Beca let out a heavy sigh as she ran a hand through her hair. "Do you think Chloe wanted to, you know, make breakfast. . .with me?"

"YES!" All the girls shouted.

"Beca," Stacie said. "We've all seen the way you two look at each other."

"I don't look at Chloe in any particular way," Beca said quietly.

"Yes, you do," Stacie said. "And Chloe's seen you looking at her. You may be oblivious to Chloe looking at you, but you aren't very discreet in the way you look at her."

"How do I tell her?" Beca asked. "I don't want to chase her away. I like having her around."

"Just tell her, Beca," Denise said. "That's what CR did and look at us now. We're going to start dating."

"But, you two already, um, made breakfast together," Beca said. "I don't know if I can do that without dating Chloe first."

"Then date her first," Ashley said. "Making breakfast will come in your own time."

"Can we please stop calling it making breakfast?" Beca asked, causing the girls to laugh.

~~ Day 2 of the 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2020 ~~

It took quite a while before Chloe and Aubrey came downstairs, dressed to go outside.

"Where are you two going?" Denise asked.

"We're going to build a snowman before we start making dinner," Aubrey replied. "Anyone care to join us?"

The girls all agreed and ran upstairs to change. Everyone except for Beca was back downstairs about twenty minutes later.

"Where's Beca?" CR asked.

"I'll get her," Stacie said and ran back upstairs.

Stacie barged into Beca's room without knocking. Beca jumped and looked at Stacie in the doorway.

"Let's go, Beca," Stacie said. "Everyone's waiting for you."

"I'm not going," Beca said.

"Come on, Beca," Stacie implored. "It won't be the same without all of us out there."

"Could you ask Chloe to come up here?" Beca asked. "I'd like to talk to her so I can apologize for earlier."

"I'll send her up," Stacie said with a smile. "Good luck."

"Thanks," Beca said, smiling back at Stacie.

Chloe appeared in the doorway about ten minutes later.

"You wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes, please come sit over here," Beca said, patting the space next to her on the bed.

Chloe took off her coat and gloves and sat down next to Beca.

"So?"

"So, um, I wanted to apologize for how I reacted earlier," Beca said.

"And?"

"And, I hope you can forgive me?"

"What would be so wrong about you and me being together?" Chloe asked.

"Oh, you're going for the tough questions first," Beca said, wiping her hands up and down her thighs. "Um, okay."

"Well?"

"Um, nothing?" Beca said. Hearing Chloe scoff, Beca turned to face her, taking both of Chloe's hands in hers.

"Look," Beca said, staring into Chloe's eyes. "I know you want to know how I feel, but I'm not good with sharing my emotions, so bear with me, please?"

"Okay," Chloe said.

Beca nodded her head and cleared her throat. "I let you hug me and that's something I don't let just anybody do. I always bring an extra water bottle to practice because you forget yours. . . a lot. I watch movies with you even though we both know I don't really like them."

"What are you trying to say?" Chloe asked.

"I'm trying to tell you that I, um-" Beca said and stopped for a moment before continuing. "Let me try this. Some people can have feelings for someone, but never say it; some people can say it but don't feel it. Do you know what I mean?"

Chloe nodded her head. "I think I know what you're trying to say. But I want you to say it and mean it before you actually say it, okay?"

Beca opened her mouth but nothing came out. She tried again with the same result.

"Dammit," Beca muttered, dropping Chloe's hands. "I'm making this worse aren't I?"

"Take a breath, Becs," Chloe said, taking Beca's hands in hers. "And come find me when you're ready. I won't be hard to find. There's like a foot of snow outside."

"Okay," Beca said. She scrunched her face and looked at Chloe. "Are you mad?"

"No," Chloe said and sighed. "Let's go build a snowman. Then we can help with Christmas Eve dinner."

"Okay," Beca said.

~~ Day 2 of the 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2020 ~~

The next morning, Beca woke and looked over at the other bed expecting to see Chloe; she wasn't there. Beca sat up and looked around.

"I wonder where she is?" Beca mumbled as she got out of bed. It was Christmas morning and by now she usually has Chloe hopping up and down on the bed waking her up.

Beca huffed and left the bedroom. She could hear the others downstairs so she made her way down. When she reached the bottom of the stairs she saw Denise sitting on CR's lap in the chair with their backs to Beca; Aubrey and Stacie were huddled together on one end of the sofa; Jessica and Ashley were sitting together on the floor in front of the fire. They were all sipping from cups; it was either coffee or, knowing Chloe, hot cocoa. She looked around the living room but didn't see Chloe anywhere.

"It's about time you woke up, Beca," Chloe's voice came from the kitchen door, causing Beca to jump. "We've been waiting for you so we could open presents."

"Why didn't you wake me like you usually do?"

"I heard you tossing and turning all night," Chloe said. "So, I thought I'd let you sleep in a bit. And, btw, me keeping everyone from bothering you is one of your presents. Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas, Beca!" the other Bellas shouted out.

"Um, thanks," Beca said. "Merry Christmas."

She followed Chloe over to the sofa and sat next to her.

"Sorry, everyone," Beca said. "You could have started without me."

"We wanted to," Stacie said. "Chloe wouldn't let us."

"Thanks, Chlo," Beca said, smiling at Chloe.

"Let's get to the presents," Aubrey said. "My breakfast casserole should be ready in about forty-five minutes."

"Okay," Stacie said, sitting up. "Who's first?"

"Um, if you don't mind can I give Chloe one of my gifts first?" Beca asked. "I don't want to wait any longer to give it to her. She's waited long enough for it."

The girls looked at each other. Chloe looked at Beca with raised eyebrows.

"Go ahead, Beca," Stacie said, sitting back to cuddle Aubrey.

"Okay," Beca said, clearing her throat. "Chloe, I love you!"

The girls and Chloe gasp; shocked that Beca would just blurt it out like that.

"I love you and I have for a while now," Beca continued. "I want you to know I'm not just saying it, I mean it, too!"

A big smile came to Chloe's face as she jumped up and crashed her lips against Beca's. The girls started cheering and clapping.

"I love you, too, Beca," Chloe said as the cheering died down. "Merry Christmas to me!"

"Merry Christmas to us," Beca said, leaning in for another kiss.

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Full prompt from FanFiction User electroniszappa: Hey, I don't know if you're planning to do a 25 Days of BeChloe Christmas or anything like it this year, if you are, while it's on my mind, want to send in the prompt that crossed my mind. It's nothing too complex, was thinking during their first year, the Bellas get snowed in at Aubrey's Family's cabin over the holiday break, and it serves to get the couples (BeChloe, Staubrey, Jessica/Ashley, and CR/Denise) together in time for Christmas.

#bechloe fanfiction #beca mitchell #chloe beale #Christmas 2020

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bitterbloodrose · 3 years

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THREE CHEERS FOR SWEET REVENGE

(concept album, it’s about these lovers called the “demolition lovers” and the girl died and the guy kind of makes a deal with the devil and the devils tells him to bring him the corpses of a thousand evil men”)

Helena: it’s about Gerard and Mikey’s grandma who died and Gerard basically says that its this “angry letter to himself” cos he didn’t do enough for her. My favorite part is the bridge into the final chorus and you should also watch the MV its actually Art.

I’m Not Okay (I promise): its very angry and loud cos the narrator is basically saying yeah I know you got problems but fOr FUCKS SAKE I HAVE PROBLEMS TOO YOURE NOT SPECIAL. My favorite bit is the bridge again. Especially the trust me. Watch the MV its designed like a movie trailer.

Cemetery Drive: this is my favorite song on the album and probably one of my favorites of all time cos the LYRICS DUDE “singing songs that make you slit your wrists” and it’s Literally about how the band had to go on this really long road trip I hate this stupid band

Ghost of you: not the BEST song but the MV IS ACTUALLY ART LIKE ITS ACTUAL ART. its just a sad song

Thank You for the Venom: fuck me this is another one of my favorites. This is straight rock right in the veins. The adrenaline will KILL YOU. Apparently this was a diss at the bands critics. The fucking guitar solo makes me ASCEND. Also tHE LYRICS AGAIN.

You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison: hehehheehhehehe gay sex song. It’s literally about gay sex.

THE BLACK PARADE.

Okay fuck this is genuinely genuinely one of the greatest albums of all time. And I would say this even if I wasn’t such a slut for them. Literally everything is perfect and once again its a concept album. They wrote this in the paramour mansion too lol. I’m not joking this is an ACTUAL masterpiece musically and lyrically cos it deFINED genres. Its about this “patient” who dies and joins the black parade and his story of how he died and everything. You have to listen in chronological order.

The End: basically the dudes dead. He did fuck all with his life and he’s dead. He gives No fucks about peoples opinions. The FUCKING LYRICS IN THIS DUDE. “If you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see you can find out firsthand what its like to be me” “when I grow up I want to be nothing at all”

Dead!: the transition to this makes me actually ascend. Basically about how the dude wasn’t important in his life and did absolutely nothing. I love it cos it takes this perspective instead of the one thats like “oh you’ll always matter”

This is How I Disappear: bloody hell THIS SONG DUDE THE LITTLE DETAILS. Basically about reaching out to a loved one. The BRIDGE IN THIS HOLY FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.

The Sharpest Lives: probably one of my favorites on the album. Its basically about living the wild life. The fucking lyrics again. “A light to burn all the empires, so bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be” “the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead” “so you can leave like the sane abandoned me” FUCK THE GUITAR TOO.

Welcome to the Black Parade: idk how to explain this but say its an anthem. Its the Bohemian Rhapsody for the emos. Brian May himself agrees cos he played this live with them. This fucking song has so many layers fuck. Its about the dude dying but the LYRICS AGAIN. My favorite part is the post chorus and that has my favorite lyrics in it.

I Don’t Love You: its a ballad, and a weird one cos its basically saying you’re a bitch and I hate you. Its a very salty angry song and I love it cos its Not the normal thing to do. The bit where he goes “would you have the GUTS to say” is SO SO SO SO SO ANGRY like you can TELL he HATES her

House of Wolves: another one of my favorites. Another adrenaline buster. Its about the dudes arrival in hell and hes thinking about how he sinned and everything. The LYRICS and the FUCKING GUITARTRRRR makes me wanna BUST A NUT. Basically the band said hell looks like a fiery jazz club with demons and sinners lol.

Cancer: the Sad Song. The one that makes me wanna sob. Its about how the dudes dying and he’s saying goodbye to everyone. The LYRICS AGAINNNN.

Mama: good lord this song. Fuck. Its a masterpiece. I have No Words ar ALL. Its told in the perspective of a soldier who’s gonna die. And fuckkkk dude the lyricsssss and the GUITARTRRRRREDNEJSJJSSJJS FUCK THIS SONG IS SO GOOD god I wish I could hear this again for the first time

Sleep: this album just does Not Miss. its basically about how the dudes resigned to the fact that he is a bad person and nothing he does will ever change that. The words at the beginning are a recording of gerard way from the paramour mansion when he got sleep paralysis and night terrors. Its such a sad sad sad song cos he’s ACCEPTED his fate and at the end you can hear him scream “wake up” but you can BARELY hear it but its THERE and the dude is trying to wake up but he CANT-

Teenagers: this is just so MESSY and BEAUTIFUL it’s literally about how gerard saw a bunch of teenagers and thought they were scary lol. Again the LYRICS AND THE GUITAR SOLOOOOO

Famous Last Words: ah yes. The song that very literally saved my fucking life lol. The lyrics are so fucking powerful fuckkkkkk. Also YET ANOTHER GUITAR SOLO.

DANGER DAYS: THE TRUE LIVES OF THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS.

yet another concept album are we surprised. This ones hard to explain but basically its about this comic gerard wrote set in 2019 (this was released in 2011) and the worlds gone to shit an apocalypse happened and the world being ruled by this tyrannical corporation (sound familiar?) the Killjoys are a gang of rebels who go round being anarchists and rebels basically. Its very topical I think.

Na na na na na: makes me want to burn down the government. And commit arson and kill the rich. The lyrics are literally about that. A whole BANGER

Planetary Go: its a party song about life being too short basically

Destroya: hehehhehehe sex song again. DONT play this out loud. But fr this is another rebellion ANTHEM. Its all about fighting. And its amazing.

Kids from yesterday: makes me wanna cry. It’s about how far the boys have come. Again lyrics “ you only hear the music when you’re heart begins to break”

Vampire Money: this is the funniest fucking song in the world. So basically Stephenie Meyer wrote Twilight with Gerard as Edward cos she was a massive fan. And she asked him to play edward too but he refused and finally she begged them to do the soundtrack but they refused again and instead put out a diss track for twilight lmfaooo i fucking love them.

Desolation Row: its a cover but its better than the og and the music video is my sexuality.

Light Behind Your Eyes: saddest fucking song oh my god it was written to a fan who was dying

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thatsbucknasty · 4 years

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she used to be mine (v) waitress au

summary: Inspired by the broadway musical. Y/N Beck is a pie baking force to be reckoned with. She’s pregnant with her lazy ass husband, Quentin Beck’s baby. As everything around her turns upside down, Doctor James Buchanan Barnes charms his way into her life.

pairing: Y/N x Bucky

I will put some warnings in the tags cause I don’t want to spoil everybody but I feel like there are sensitive topics in this one, so go ahead and check the tags!

chapter 5: you will still be mine

You’d think that having an unplanned pregnancy, an unemployed lazy husband and an exhausting job that underpays would be just enough to realize you’re having a bad year. But now, on top of that, said unemployed lazy husband’s truck broke down and I just can’t afford to fix it right now, he’s asking for money cause he already took it to the shop without consulting with me, and it’s not like I can just give him my savings.

He was out all night yesterday, drinking I assume. I have to tell him I’m pregnant. And also, I have to walk to work and to my doctor’s appointment later today, because I can only afford one bus ride per day and usually it would be the one back home from work cause Quentin would drive me in the morning. Life’s just fine and dandy isn’t it?

I’ve seen those videos where women will make a big deal showing their spouse the little pregnancy test and record their reaction. It usually involves tears and hugs and all things pretty, and I can’t help but feel like I’m never gonna have that kind of life. The one with balloons and cake and glitter for the gender reveal party and the baby shower. And I’ve never even wanted those things, but I’m pretty sure Quentin’s reaction will be the farthest from tears and hugs and all things pretty.

“Morning, Y/N, you’re late again. It’s the third time this month”. Sam looks angry at me from the counter, at least he’s back to his grumpy self but I feel bad nonetheless.

“I am so sorry Sam, I swear I’m not doing it on purpose, it’s just that I had to walk and you know 4th street’s closed and-

“Hey, calm down girl. I understand. I know y’all think I’m rude and moody all the time but I just like teasing ya... if you ever need help I can give you a ride in the morning”. Great, now even Sam is pitying me.

“And I know what you’re thinking. ‘He’s pitying me’”, he rolls his eyes at me, “but I care about you girls despite all of our bickering. I’m just offering my help cause we’re pals, aren’t we?” He offers me a cup of coffee and I decline but sit down on the stool.

“Why aren’t you drinking coffee Y/F/N?” Oh shit.

“I uh, I-” Shit, shit, shit.

“Y/N?, tell me what’s going on?”

“Fuck, Sam, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. We are pals, we are! But I didn’t want Nick to know cause I thought he might fire me. I’m pregnant”. I finally sigh and hide my face in my hands, trying hard not to cry in front of him. “God, this is embarrassing”.

“Hey! There’s nothing to be ashamed of here. I understand, actually a lot of things make sense now. The girls know, don’t they?” I hum my answer, my face still in my palms.

“Have you told Quentin yet?” I shake my head and look down at the orange juice he puts in front of me instead of the usual coffee, huh, he can be nice when he really wants to.

“You’re in a real conundrum, aren’t you?”

“Yes I am. He hasn’t been working for the past three months. He didn’t come home last night and we fight almost every day. I don’t know when I’ll start showing but my uniform barely fits and my feet are swollen from walking here. It’s just a matter of time until he notices. I can barely afford my doctor’s appointments. Oh! And I might have a tiny crush on him”.

“Your doctor? Wasn’t he married?”

“How did you- nevermind. Well, he’s getting a divorce, but I am married so nothing’s gonna happen either way”.

“Jesus, I wish I could do something to help you. My offer on the ride still stands, okay?”

“Thank you, Sammy. You’re very kind but knowing my husband, he would never allow it. He’d rather I walk with my swollen feet everyday and I don’t wanna fight with him. I’m just so tired”.

“Y/N, I know this ain’t my place but, why are you still with him?”

“I honestly don’t know anymore. I keep making up reasons when Nat tells me to ‘leave his ass’ but I can’t think of any more good ones”.

The diner was very quiet today, most Tuesdays it is because Al’s Pancake World has a discount. Sam swore he’d keep the secret about my little crush. I just don’t want Nat to have more material for insisting I should leave Quentin right now. And now I’m walking over to the doctor’s office.

The air tonight is so crisp and I appreciate how summer is about to end. Fall has always been my favorite time of the year. I can’t wait for the diner to smell like pumpkin pie every day. Speaking of pie, I brought Bucky some leftovers.

“Good evening, Y/N. Oh gosh, you brought pie?”

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

“I’m starting to think I should give you something back, you really didn’t have to”.

“Oh don’t worry about it, it’s just some leftover ‘Kick in the pants pie’, I know, the name’s a little too aggressive but I had a bad week, don’t judge”.

“No one’s judging here. But care to explain the name?”

“I just- I had a fight with my husband earlier, and whenever I wish I could do something that’s not very nice, I just make it into a pie, you know… to express my feelings in a non-violent way”.

“So you wish you could kick your husband’s crotch but you made a pie instead, got it”. It’s insane and we both laugh about it for a minute and he leans back into the exam table. This is nice, having a friend who I can openly talk about my issues with. Wait, are we friends?

“Do you and your husband fight a lot?”

“Um… why are you asking me this?”

“Oh, nothing, it’s just- stress is bad for the baby and, I don’t know. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay”, I lean into the exam table next to him, close to him, “we do, we fight a lot. He drives me nuts, and I’m a pain in his ass. That’s just us I guess”.

“I get it. I was a pain in Dot’s ass too”, he scoffs out a cynical laugh and looks at me, “guess she couldn’t deal with that anymore”.

“Can I ask what happened?”

“You can, but I wouldn’t know how to answer. She just got up and left one day. Said she got an internship in New York and we weren’t working anymore, so- she didn’t even give me a real reason, nor a chance to work things out”.

“I’m sorry, Bucky”.

“It’s fine. We always wanted different things. I was raised in a small town and when I went to Chicago for college I was miserable. But I met Dot and I thought life in a big city wouldn’t be so hard if I had her by my side. But then she wanted to do even bigger”.

“Like New York?”

“Yeah. I’m not cut out for that. I love this little town of yours, always did”.

“Oh, so you’ve been here before?”

“Yeah, my grandparents lived here and I would come visit for the holidays. You actually remind me of my grandma”.

“Gee, thanks?” He throws his head back laughing.

“No, I mean because she used to bake like, ten different pies for Thanksgiving. She loved baking. And she was also a little-” He eyes me sheepishly and makes a face.

“A little what, huh?” I smack his arm and try not to laugh at his stupid, cute antics.

“Well, a little strong willed?”

“That’s a euphemism for stubborn”.

“Yeah, it is”. He has the audacity to smirk at me and I can’t help but smile because he says it in a way that feels like a compliment.

Bucky finishes the examination and tells me he’d like to see me again in three weeks. He opens the door for me and we do a little dance of who gets out first. We laugh at each other’s clumsiness and I feel like a teenager. He smells nice, like always. I say goodbye and I find myself hoping the next three weeks go by quickly. I glance at my watch and notice the time. Fuck, has it really been two hours? My appointments usually last thirty minutes tops.

“Hi, Y/N”. Fuck, he’s here already?

“Jesus, Quentin, you startled me. What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to see the game at Phil’s tonight”.

“Yeah? And I thought you were supposed to come home early, you said no extra shifts on Mondays”.

“I- I was-”

“Now don’t lie to me, cause I found your money! That’s right, I did! Why were you keeping money in the closet, huh? I took the money, paid Carl to fix the damn truck and drove over to Nick’s and you weren’t there. That angry redhead chick said you left early, so where, the fuck, were you?” He grabs an empty bottle of beer and throws it against the wall.

“Quentin. Stop it, you’re scaring me! Calm down!”.

“I won’t calm down until you tell me where you were!” He grabs another bottle and raises it above his head, aiming straight at me, I’m frightened and I don’t know what else to do but-

“I’m pregnant!”

Silence. Complete and utter silence. He lowers his arm along with the crystal bottle he’s holding. Tears cascade down my face silently and I can’t help them. I hate crying in front of Quentin but he truly scared me. He’s never been violent towards me. Sure he yells a lot but he never gets like this, and I’m sure he would’ve thrown that bottle at me if I hadn’t told the truth.

“Please say something”.

“You can’t be pregnant, Y/N, and if you are it isn’t mine”. He whispers and I don’t know if I heard him right. I’m at a loss for words for a few seconds.

“Why would you say such a thing? It is yours!”

“No it isn’t! I don’t want it!” He’s yelling again and his words break my heart. If I had the smallest belief that he actually cared for me, it’s gone.

“Quentin? Do you remember that night I went to the Stark’s party with you and we both got drunk? You were wearing your fancy blue shirt with the grey tie, and I had that red dress that you like. This baby is yours. And if you-”

“No, it isn’t! I said it isn’t, Y/N. I- I can’t do this with you, I can’t and I won’t!

“What are you talking about?!”

“You remember Alice? You met her at that party”.

“Right, mini skirt girl, I remember. What about her?”

“She and I-” He looks down at his feet and then back into my eyes and I see it.

“No”. My blood begins to boil. This bastard!

I feel a huge knot in my throat and I can’t breathe. All this time I’ve been grasping for something, anything. Clinging for this marriage to work. Feeling guilty about baking a stupid pie for my doctor, when he’s been sleeping with some girl who’s probably ten years younger than him?!

“No!” I grab the nearest object and throw it at him. And of course it’s a fucking pillow- “Get out! Out, I said! And don’t ever come back!” He’s backing down, opening the door and I yell at the top of my lungs, I don’t care if the neighbors hear me-

“That money you stole from me was for the doctor’s appointments and the hospital bills, I saved up all of that for this baby, your baby, alone! And you’re gonna pay me back! I kept a roof over your fucking head, paid for your fucking beers and you cheated on me? If you ever come near me or this baby I will kill you, you hear me?”

I grab his keys and put them on my apron’s pocket.

“And I’m keeping the stupid truck!”

He leaves, on foot, and just like that I’m a single mother.

“AH!”

What is this? The most terrifying pain strucks my pelvis and I feel a discharge in my underwear. No, no. Baby don’t do this. We are gonna be fine, you and I. I promise. Please. Don’t.

chapter 6: a soft place to land

a/n: pls reblog if you liked it c: and don’t kill me, I promise fluff is coming!

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turntoolate · 2 years

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november 1st, 2021

first post! new blog! i hope i keep this one going. if anyone sees this, hi! i’m alex c: i thought it would be fun to use this as a semi personal diary. just somewhere to say things or something like that i haven’t really thought it out. quick introduction abt me, i’m 18 (19 in seven days!), i can’t drive! i have a car named graham. my pronouns are he/him and i’m a lesbian :p that’s all i can really think about for now. this blog is 100% brain dumping so please never expect good grammar or even just linear posts.

jumping right into my life i just moved out! it was very much rushed but also very needed. my mom god i could write a 500 page essay in her but that’s fir another day. anyways within the past 6 months my mom has borrowed $667 from me, you know, her 18 year old child who just got his first job and needs to save for college and shit like that. there are certain cases where i guess this would make sense i can’t really think of a case where this is okay, parents really shouldn’t be borrowing money from their kids at all. i’m the one who should be the stupid irresponsible teenager who has no concept of saving money but nope! its the other way around. my almost 46 year old mother has yet to figure out how to even semi manage her money. i wish people could instantly just know all the terrible things my mom has done over the course of not only my life, but also my 26 year old brother’s life too. when my brother was my age she did the same thing to him, constantly milking him of his money and guilt tripping him if he refused. when i got my job she started to do the exact same to me and my brother and grandma noticed as well and in turn started to worry for my future, i don’t blame them. my grandma told me ill never see that money again and unfortunately she’s probably right. the money isn’t the only reason i moved out, my mom is also very very manipulative and emotionally abusive so this move is gonna hopefully help my mental health a bit. i moved in with my friend val and their significant other glenn. it’s nice because val’s mom owns the house we live in but she doesn’t live here anymore, she lives with her boyfriend so we have a whole ass house to ourselves ! she only wants $100 from each of us for rent but honestly we could handle the entire mortgage if we had to, i appreciate her though.

moving is a very scary thing for me, this will be my 17th time moving in my entire life, i guess you have to factor in the fact that my parents are divorced so i move twice as much as usual? i guess? i’ve just never gotten use to the packing and moving to a different place. i have very specific places for all my things and very specific routines for my daily life and moving forces me to change all of that. this move was especially scary because this is the first time i’m moving somewhere without either of my parents so i basically just lost my safety net of familiarity. i don’t know if its my social anxiety or my regular anxiety or my autism or what but it is extremely hard for me to ask where things are (like silverware, towels, etc etc) and also just. existing. i remember one time when i moved into my moms boyfriends house i would pace around my room trying to get myself to have enough confidence to go downstairs to the kitchen to eat dinner. the same thing is happening now and i hate my brain for it. i really hope it doesn’t take me as long to get comfortable as it did before because it was terrible and caused me to do things like keep food and dishes in my room and i don’t want to get into that habit again. the scary part that’s more specific to this move is that i’m worried my friend isn’t going to give me enough personal space because i am a very introverted person and i can only handle so much social interaction in one day. i know this could easily be solved by talking to them about it but that’s so difficult for me that i would rather just suffer and hope that eventually they understand that. moving in with people who already live there is so much more difficult than moving into a new place at time same time because then you guys out things away together and you both know where they are from the start. i think i just fixate on small things that don’t even matter but i have no clue on how to fix that.

i think this is all i will write for my first post, i really do hope i continue on with this and maybe it will help me somehow in the long run. well goodbye for now <3

#diary #journal #online diary #i used fake names for everyone btw #idk if that needs to be said but yeah!

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prettyinpunk85 · 4 years

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Amor Prohibido (5/?)

Amor Prohibido

(5/?)

Pairing: Angel Reyes X Reader

Word Count: I don’t know. Who gives a shit.

Warnings: Language. Angst. Arguing. Traumatic event.

A/N: Alright this took forever, so sue me. The world has been nuts. There isn’t Angel this this, but a lot of backstory for Y/N. Please help and reblog, gracias 😘 Hopefully chapter 6 comes sooner than chapter 5 did 😑

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Tags: @dearsamcrobae, @celestemaquilladora, @lonelyheart75,

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5 months later

Y/N sits in the living room going through boxes of old stuff she got out of storage out of boredom. It’s all things from her childhood with her mother which she remembers very little of. When her mother was killed, she was 5. Gemma took her in and later adopted her, Jax was 7 years old then.

She pulls out some papers going through them uninterested. Nothing important really. She unfolds her own birth certificate and reads through it. She stops at the father’s name on the document and stares at it. She furrows her eyebrows in confusion and folds it back up. She grabs a stack of pictures she was looking through earlier and finds the picture. There he was, that man. He was sitting next to Y/N’s mom with his arm around her shoulder. What the fuck.

---

A couple of days later she sits across from Gemma at a local diner. She looks down at her cup of coffee thinking and then up at Gemma, “Gemma, what do you know or remember about my biological father?” Gemma looks at Y/N surprised, not expecting the random question, “Uh your father? Hmm...” Gemma takes a drink of her coffee and sets down the mug trying to think of what to say, “I don’t know him, hun. Your mother never told me who he was. It didn’t matter so I didn’t push the subject. All that mattered was that we were going to take care of you.” Shes lying. She has to be lying. Y/N nods, “Right. I don’t know...” she shrugs, “I just got to wondering about it. I’ve been home a lot and have been doing lots of thinking... Oh well. So what’s new?” Gemma sighs looking out the diner window, “Fucking Wendy. That junkie bitch is pregnant. I mean, what the fuck is Jax thinking?!” Y/N shrugs half smiling, “Sometimes he doesn’t. You know him. Well, congratulations, Grandma.” She quietly chuckles and Gemma smiles shaking her head, “Don’t patronize me, little girl.” Y/N smiles at Gemma, “Hey, lady. I’m 25 years old now.” She pays and smiles at her winking, “You’ll always be little girl to me, hun.”

They walk outside and Gemma lights a cigarette and offers it to Y/N. She shakes her head, “No, thanks Gem. I’m trying to kick all these habits. I was drinking a lot and smoking a lot. I’m just trying to be better.” Gemma looks at her a bit skeptical and nods, “Good for you, babe. I wish I had that will power.” Y/N fixes her hoodie and looks around at the people walking around, “So tell me.. What does Jax think about becoming a father?” Gemma exhales smoke and half laughs, “He hates it. I don’t think it’s really that he hates the idea. I don’t think he’s ready or in a place where this should be happening right now. I know that he thinks that this is wrong to have with Wendy because she isn’t the one.”

Y/N nods, “That really sucks for him. He’s stuck with her now.” Gemma shrugs, “I know that I’ll kill her if she gets high with my grand baby in her belly. I know that if she has this baby and then overdosed and died that it would do us all a favor. Especially that baby.” Y/N looks ahead thinking about how savage Gemma can be. She thinks about what Gemma could be capable of. The secrets she hides. How many of those had to do with Y/N? “I know that sounds harsh babe, but that girl ain’t nothing but some junkie whore. Who even knows if that’s Jackson’s baby.” Y/N always liked Wendy. She felt bad for her because of her addiction and she felt bad that Wendy always felt like she had to impress Jax. Y/N never felt the need to impress Jax and she never even tried.

Y/N nods a bit, “He should do a paternity test for sure just to be safe..” Gemma nods, “Oh hell yeah. And you better believe that I am going to support Jax on getting 100% custody. I’ll help him raise that baby.” Y/N half smiles and hugs her, “Gemma, always so motherly. I’ll see you around, okay Grammy?” Gemma flips her off and smiles, “Fuck off, child. Bye..” Gemma watches Y/N walk away. She can’t pinpoint what is happening with Y/N yet, but she knows something isn’t right.

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A few days later Y/N sits at a park picnic table waiting, looking around nervously. Bishop comes up to the table and sits down looking at her very skeptical, “Are we here to talk about Angel? This is very ballsy of you to request this meeting. Like you asked, I didn’t tell Alvarez or anyone else about this.” She nods and speaks quietly, her voice barely comes out, “Thank you.. I really appreciate it.. I just have some questions for you... Believe it or not this has nothing to do with Angel.. Or maybe it has everything to do with Angel... I don’t know...”

He watches her confused, “What questions?” She nods, “Your name... Your real name is Obispo Losa? They call you Bishop because Bishop is Obispo in English...” He nods, “Yes...” She clears her throat and hands him a picture to look at, “That’s Maria...” Bishop interrupts, “Maria De Los Angeles Lopez.. How in the hell do you have this picture of her and I? This picture was taken over 25 years ago.” She watches him, “That’s my mom... My real mother...”

She reaches in her purse and pulls out her birth certificate and hands it to him. He unfolds it and reads it. He looks up at her and back down at the paper. “My name is on here.. Her name is on here... And this is your birth certificate... What?” He re-reads the paper confused and looks at her, “You’re my kid??” She shrugs half smiling sad, “I don’t know anything. All I know is that I was looking through some old boxes the other day and I ran across a copy of my birth certificate and that picture.. I thought.. Well... How many Obispos are there around here and you’re in that picture...”

He swallows hard starring at the birth certificate. “She never told me... I... I didn’t know...” he looks back at the picture, rubbing it a bit with his thumb deep in thought. “ I haven’t seen this picture in so long... God she was gorgeous...”

She swallows hard watching the pain in his eyes and she quietly speaks. “What... What happened with you two?” He looks ahead at nothing really, but thinking about the past, “She broke it off with me and left. I never knew why. All I knew was that I had lost the love of my life. I thought that it was the MC life that she started to hate. Then I heard that the feds offered her a lot of money to become an informant somewhere and it got her killed.” He sighs rubbing his head, “Maybe she left me because she found out she was pregnant and didn’t want to deal with the shit in my life anymore...” He shrugs.

She watches him, “Listen, Bishop. I’m not telling you this because I want something from you. I don’t need anything. From anyone. I just... I don’t know...” She sighs, “I just want some honest answers about my life. I feel like there’s probably a lot that I don’t know. That I’ve been sheltered from. I don’t know how much Gemma has never told me.”

Bishop takes a drag from his smoke and shakes his head, “That fucking puta Gemma probably knows a whole lot that we don’t know. She kept you from me your whole life probably knowing I was your dad. Without telling me shit. Just one fucking town over. She probably put Jax up to talking Alvarez and I into keeping Angel away from you.”

She swallows hard starring at him, thinking, for what seemed liked forever, “I’m sorry, what?” Her eyes start to fill up with tears, “Jax talked you and Alvarez into keeping Angel away from me?! What the fuck?! Why would you agree to that??” She stands up looking at him, tears running down her face. He stands up shaking his head, “Look, calm down. We owed Jax a favor and we figured this was nothing...”

“Nothing?! I’ve spent so much time thinking that he played me! I even yelled at him to his face!” She sits back down on the picnic table feeling sick, starting to cry harder, “I’ve been so fucking heartbroken... I’ve had to deal with so much alone.” He sits by her and puts a hand on her shoulder, “Please don’t cry... Listen... I’m sorry... I really don’t know the whole story with you and Angel. We should have sat down and talked to him about it first. Instead... We called him in for a meeting one day and told him that he wasn’t to see you or talk to you ever again. That it was a request from Jax Teller and we owed him a favor. We never gave Angel a choice. He knew that we needed SAMCRO on our side against some cartel shit.”

She looks over at him hurt, “You didn’t know... I guess there’s just a whole lot that you don’t know. Huh, Bishop?” She stands up and wipes her eyes feeling the anger start to burn in her chest, “Ironically sometimes history repeats it’s self, huh dad? I’m pregnant. I can just leave town right now like my mom did. Then maybe 20 years from now that kid can come back to town and find Angel. And you can miss out on a grand kid just like you missed out on having a daughter. If she was sick of the MC life, my mom was right then. Have a nice life, old man.”

She gets in her car and leaves. Bishop stares at her car, watching it drive away, “Fuck...”

---

Opie works on his bike outside at his home’s driveway. Y/N walks up the driveway looking at him, “Hey Ope...” He stands up wiping his hands on a rag and hugs her, “Hey girl! I feel like I haven’t seen you in what? Two or three weeks? We’ve been worried.” Y/N looks down crossing her arms keeping a distance, “I have a question, Opie. I really need you to be nothing but honest with me.” He nods watching her, starting to feel more worried about how she’s looking. “Yeah girl, what’s up? You okay? What’s going on?” She stares at the concrete for a second and then looks up at him serious, “Did you know that Jax asked the Mayans to have Angel stay away from me?” He stares at her and swallows hard not knowing what to say.

She nods fake smiling, “Oh okay, cool. So you knew about it too.. That’s fucking great!” Opie sighs brushing his hair back, “Fuck man...” He paces a bit. “We all knew... I didn’t like it, but it was MC business so I couldn’t tell you. I tried to talk Jax out of it.” She laughs nodding, “Oh it was MC business and you couldn’t tell me, huh?” She looks him in the eyes, “What about my fucking life, Opie? This is my fucking life we’re talking about here! I’m an adult! I’m a fucking human!” She wipes her eyes, “You were like my brother... I trusted you.. You’ve hurt me so badly.. You don’t even know... I figured that you probably knew about this. I just needed to make sure.” She leaves heading over to Gemma’s house.

She sits in her car from afar until she sees Clay leave on his bike. She drives over to Gemma’s driveway and parks getting out of her car. She walks over to the front door looking down taking a deep breath and knocks. Gemma gets the door and looks at her a bit confused, “Hey babe... Why didn’t you just come in? You okay?” Y/N looks up at Gemma half smiling, “Can we talk, please?” Gemma nods, “Yeah, come in. I’ll make some coffee.”

Y/N walks in and sits down at the kitchen table, clenching her jaw watching Gemma make coffee. “Gemma, I know that Bishop is my biological father. I know that Jax asked the Mayans to have Angel stay away from me and that everyone knew except for me. I know that my mom became an informant for the feds for the money and it got her killed. Please tell me more things about myself that I don’t know about. I’m giving you the change to be 100% honest with me and spill all the truth. No more lies and secrets.” Gemma stares down at the stove feeling a huge rock in her stomach and a lump in her throat. She turns around and walks over to the table sitting down lighting a cigarette. “Where to start...” Y/N stares at Gemma, “Start at the beginning, Gemma.”

She nods and takes a long drag, “Maria loved Bishop and he loved her right back. Since high school. They were great together, but people grow up and change. Things happen. MC things and she couldn’t take it anymore. She found out that she was pregnant with you and she wanted a better life. Not just for her, but for you. At this point your mom knew that Bishop was deep into the Mayans MC with his cousin. She had some money saved up and she left after she broke up with him. I knew some people that could help her out up north. She had a waitress job for a while that barely paid anything. A few months after she had you, she was offered an informant job for a lot of money. And she did it for 5 years. Until it got her killed.”

Gemma exhales putting the cigarette butt into the ashtray. “She had no one, but me. So I took you in, adopted you and you know the rest.” Y/N watches her, “How come you never told me about Bishop? Why didn’t you tell Bishop about me?”

Gemma looks down at the table, “I gave you a better life than he ever could have. What did he have to offer a child?” She looks up at Y/N with teary eyes. “Your mom was dead and you were my little girl. The little girl I always wanted.” Y/N swallows hard trying to hold back tears, “Who are you to have known that he couldn’t take care of me? What if he did want me? You’re so selfish!” Y/N runs out of the house getting into her car peeling out. Gemma covers her face with her hands starting to sob, feeling exhausted from keeping so many secrets and lies.

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A week later Y/N stands on the side of a street loading the back of her SUV with some groceries. Jax sits on his motorcycle and notices her from a cross the street. He looks around and puts out his cigarette getting off of his bike. He walks over to her and clears his throat. “Hey... I haven’t seen you in so long... None of us have.. You know you really hurt Gemma. I think you’re being really unfair and ungrateful. For what? Some Mayan trash?”

She pauses and turns around and looks at him. “Get out of my life, Jax. I’ll never forgive you for what you did. What you had everyone do. For always trying to control me.” He half laughs, “Come on. Get over it. You’re making this way bigger than it is. Everything I’ve ever don’t for you is for your own good. To protect you.”

She loses her patience and yells, “It’s because you’re in love with me!” He stares at her wide eyed, “What?” She exhales, “You heard me. I’ve had time to think about it. About everything. From years and years back. You are so selfish just like Gemma. You are both willing to do whatever to get your way. Lies. Secrets. If I’m not with you then I can’t be with anyone else, right?”

He shakes his head with a nervous chuckle, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. C’mon babe, let’s talk about this more calmly. You’re agitated, relax.” He takes a couple of steps towards her and she takes a couple of steps back shaking her head. “You do what YOU want always! You won’t ever let me have a life! It needs to stop!” She takes another step back crying. Jax looks over seeing a car coming down the street driving really fast. He yells trying to grab her. “Wait! No, stop!” He’s too late to grab her and she’s hit by the car. Jax stands there breathing hard starring down wide eyed at Y/N.

#mayans #mayansmc #angelreyes #bishop #gemma #jaxteller #soa #sons of anarchy #sonsofanarchy #angel x reader #angelxreader #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fanfiction #angel reyes fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fiction

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nikxation · 4 years

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If You Give a Mothman a Loan

Huge thank you to @birdgirlamp for commissioning me to write a fic by donating to WHO (if you want more information, see this post). Sorry it took so long to get this out, but here it is! Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2359

Characters: Stanford Pines (pre- and post-portal), Fiddleford McGucket (pre-portal), Wendy Corduroy (post-portal... obviously)

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It’s three months into Fiddleford’s stay in Gravity Falls, and the skeleton in the closet (or the portal in the basement) is slowly looking less and less like just a bundle of messy wires and half-finished structural supports and more like the behemoth of a machine it’s meant to be. The raw stock for the exterior plating should be here any day now, the first of the two power transfer beams is online, and every day is another day closer to their end-goal.

He’ll hand it to Stanford Pines, this is some of their best work yet.

He still remembers the day he arrived and Ford showed him the initial drafts. He’d thought the size was overkill, that the hollowed-out basement beneath the house would just become a room with decent acoustics for him to practice his banjo playing away from his old college roommate while the real machine was built somewhere less cold and damp.

Boy howdy was he wrong.

Now, every time he walks in the room, he feels the thing like the presence it is, towering stories tall, looming over him in a way that he would almost consider menacing if it weren’t for the fact that it’s just a machine.

He’s got blueprints and prototyped miniatures of literal death bots.

So why would the interdimensional portal in the basement put him on edge?

It shouldn’t.

So he shakes the thought away and gets back to work.

An unsuccessful system test led to the time-shift circuit on motherboard seven incinerating again. If he were the kind of man to actually keep count (which he certainly is), he’d know it’s the fourth time in the past week this same part has crapped out on them.

It’s also the reason he’s gonna finally stop out-sourcing these parts and just start making them in-house from now on. He’s about sick of replacing them every five minutes.

That’s what brings Fiddleford to where he is now, with his upper body shoved halfway inside the portal’s support structure and crammed between God knows how many electrical components. His arms have just started to cramp in their rather unnatural position as he pries at the burnt-out part to replace it with a newer one that will hopefully hold out against the power output better than its predecessor.

Ford’s sitting in the control room, supposedly running through some of the math again to double-check that they didn’t miss anything.

The “supposedly” is only because, for the past twenty minutes, the man has been prattling on like Fiddleford’s grandma at Sunday family brunch. He can only hear the occasional snippet from his position (quite literally) inside the portal, and as far as he can tell, he thinks he’s talking about either his most recent research outing, or something about preacher scouting. He wants to lean towards the former, but with the new stories he’s found about a so-called “velocipastor”, he can’t rule out the latter. Either way, the man hasn’t stopped talking long enough to breathe, let alone re-run equations that use relative space-time physics with integrated fourth dimensional calculus.

Fiddleford just doesn’t have the heart to tell him that he really can’t hear him.

He snaps the ribbon cable off the still-smoking component (after the first time it blew, he learned to bring heat-resistant gloves in here with him) and is rather glad to see it’s still intact. Rewiring is a day-long project he’s glad to not have to do again. He maneuvers his hand back out into open air and tosses the old piece somewhere into the room before getting to work mounting the new one.

Ford’s voice echoes from the next room over.

“… extra funds… exploring… investing for…”

Bolting the circuit down turns out to be easier the fifth time he has to do it, and he’s about to start running a simple, probably non-exploding test to make sure the new part is integrated correctly when he hears—

“… so I gave Mothman a thousand dollars…”

And that, of all things, stops Fiddleford in his tracks.

“Come again?” he yells. He had to have misheard because he swears he just heard the man say—

“I ran into Mothman in the woods yesterday,” Ford says, all too nonchalantly, “and they told me they were starting up a small business and needed an investment, so I gave them a thousand dollars from my excess funds with a verbal agreement that they would pay me back within the year.”

… So he didn’t mishear him, that’s for darn sure.

The fact that the Mothman is real is surely weird enough. But he’s lived in Gravity Falls (and known Stanford Pines) for long enough that it doesn’t really surprise him too much. No, that’s not the part that brings him to wiggle himself out of his position inside the portal’s underbelly just enough so that he can meet Ford’s eyes in the other room.

“You gave Mothman… a thousand dollars…” Fiddleford says slowly.

“To help kickstart their new business, yes.” It’s so casual, like he doesn’t even register the inherent absurdity in what he’s saying.

“And that business is?”

“Mothballs.”

“Stanford!”

“What?”

“That’s the stupidest scam I’ve ever heard.”

Ford sputters, his face aghast for a moment. “I did not get scammed by Mothman!”

“You did.”

“Did not.”

“Do you even know what mothballs are for?”

He pauses, his mouth snapping shut, his face turning the slightest shade of red. Fiddleford can see it from the next room over. “No. I always assumed they were some biproduct created by moths during reproduction or something.” Fiddleford lets his head fall back, bonking on a bar of the steel framework behind him.

“Stanford, they repel moths,” he says. “You just let a bunch of moths convince you they’re starting a business making the thing they hate. That’s stupider than the time my neighbor tried to convince me his cat could see God. And you have three PhDs!”

“Four now,” he says quietly, and Fiddleford levels him with a single raised eyebrow.

“You’re gonna go back, find that over-glorified insect, and get our money back. Or so help me, I will never do another grocery run for as long as I live here.”

“Oh come now, that’s hardly fair. You know I hate going into town.”

“Then you better hurry along and find him.”

“You honestly believe the actual Mothman is pulling a con.”

“People lie, Stanford,” he says, finally ducking himself back into the machine to finally run the diagnostic on the new circuit. “Even cryptids and aliens probably from another dimension.”

There’s a moment of silence, but it’s broken a few moments later by the sound of a chair scuffing on the floor and footsteps ascending the wooden stairs out of the basement.

Fiddleford snorts, shaking his head and getting back to work.

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“So, like, the Mothman,” Wendy says, keeping pace next to him as they make their way back into the woods, the sun’s last rays just starting to slip behind the trees. “The actual Mothman. He’s real?”

“As real as any of the other anomalies in this town,” Ford says, adjusting the strap of the bag slung over his shoulder. He’d heard the cryptid had come back into town again shortly after Wierdmageddon, and after his first attempt at getting his money back a few weeks back (second if you count that time over three decades ago) went sour, he decided to bring back-up this time. But with Stan still out of commission and the kids rightly wanting to stay with him, he was hard-pressed for options. That is until the cashier girl piped up and said she’d do it for ten percent of whatever they recovered.

Ford negotiated her down to eight and a half. She drives a hard bargain; he can see why Stan hired her.

“Dude, that’s sick,” she says.

“I mean, I hardly think they’re ill or anything,” Ford says. “As fast as their moths die off, they re-introduce new ones to the population through some sort of reproductive mitosis—”

“Nah dude, it’s a phrase,” she cuts him off. “Means, like, ‘that’s awesome’.”

“Ah, alright.” Ford pauses to check the anomaly scanner on his watch, the little white blip flashing on the screen. “I’ve never been exceptionally ‘with it’ when it comes to slang, so you’ll have to pardon my misunderstanding.”

“You’re fine, Dr. Pines,” she says. She kicks a loose rock off into the brush. “I’m pretty sure Stan doesn’t understand half of what I say either.” Ford hums an affirmative, intently watching the small blip on his watch, confirming that it is, in fact, slowly moving in their direction. After a few seconds, he drops the bag he’s been carrying with a thwump, a bit of dust swirling up from the dirt.

“We’re going to set up the trap right here,” he says. “We have probably ten minutes until the Mothman comes through here, so we’ll need to act quickly.”

“You got it boss-man.”

It’s a fairly simple net trap, one that they make short work of assembling. Ford had already built the majority of it to bring out here, including a magic-imbued mosquito net that should contain the Mothman’s consciousness so long as they catch the majority of their moths.

He made that mistake last time, the Mothman managing to escape in the couple moths that his trap missed.

“So, you really were in, like, a different dimension for a bunch of years, right?” Wendy asks as she spreads some leaves and twigs over the net.

“Multiple dimensions,” he says as he carefully sets the trap’s trigger pole. “I travelled through thousands of them in my thirty years away from this one.”

“Dude, that’s nuts.”

“It was… pretty sick,” he says, shooting her a wry grin. Wendy groans.

“Well,” she says, “you just confirmed for me that I was right to never teach Stan slang, so thanks for that I guess.”

“Glad to help.” With the trap finally set and ready to go, he pulls the last item out of the bag: the bait, which he flicks on and gently sets down against the trigger.

“That’s a flashlight,” Wendy says, the statement almost a question.

“Indeed, it is.”

“Is it, like,” she says, waving her hands slightly, “I don’t know, magic or something?”

“Nope,” he says, backing off and giving the trap one last look-over. He has to hand it to the girl, she knew what she was doing.

“You’re serious?”

“Entirely,” he says. “It doesn’t take much to attract them. Back in the eighties, they used to hang around streetlamps and windows all the time. It’s a wonder they’re still considered a cryptid considering how blatantly out in the open they—”

He hears the tell-tale sound of fluttering insect wings, not too far off, but loud enough to make him pause. He glances in the direction and then down at his watch, the blip on the screen almost on top of them. Quickly, he motions to Wendy to hide and then does the same himself, crouching behind the nearest tree and peering around the side to watch.

It’s rather quiet for a few moments, the darkness starting to settle into the pines, the lit flashlight a lone beacon, just the sound of the pine needles whistling in the breeze and the far-off humming of the approaching cryptid. But that low hum gradually gets louder, turning to a white drone of hundreds of small wings beating in tandem.

A familiar dark shape emerges from the underbrush. Humanoid, but just barely. Ten-feet tall with two enormous wings sprouting from its back, two large yellow eyes reflecting the scattered light of the flashlight in the clearing. Their entire shape feels blurred at the edges, like someone drew a line of charcoal and smudged it, the hundreds of moths that make up their body shifting and moving amongst each other in a din of small beating wings.

The Mothman.

Ford hates to admit that the thought still sends an excited shiver up his spine.

They emerge into the clearing, glancing around and taking an immediate interest in the flashlight lying on the ground. They approach it slowly, cautiously, glancing around as if waiting for the ambush, eventually making it onto the net before moving to bend down to pick up the flashlight.

They stop.

Ford holds his breath.

“Stanford Pines,” a voice says, the sound a high whine broken up and mixed with soft clicking. The Mothman stands back upright, snapping its eyes right in his direction. Immediately, Ford’s mind starts swirling with potential fallback options to try to turn this in their favor. “Surprised you’re still alive after last week. Really think we’re stupid enough to fall for—”

“Suck mothballs, lamp licker!” Wendy screams from across the clearing, the Mothman whipping around just as a projectile of some sort (is that an axe?) flies out of the underbrush and hits the trap’s trigger dead-on, sending the net shooting upwards and capturing almost all of the moths above it. A shrill screech fills the air from the now-dangling mass of moths, but Ford is too busy gaping at the cashier girl as she emerges from her hiding spot.

“Nice shot, Wendy!” he beams, shaking off the shock and coming out to join her on either side of the now-enraged Mothman. She shrugs, retrieving the axe from off the ground and sliding it back into her belt loop behind her back.

“No biggie. My dad enters me into the annual axe-throwing competition every year. I’ve won the last 5 in a row.” Ford, having not known anything about this girl before today, is rather stunned. He certainly was not expecting that from the teen, let alone the nonchalance over it. “But anywho,” she says, turning her attention to the writhing mass in front of them. “About that money…”

~ ~ ~

About two hours after they left, Ford and Wendy arrive back at the Mystery Shack, Ford heading to the back of the house to find Stan and the kids, Wendy collecting her things and heading back out to go home, a crisp one-hundred dollar bill tucked into her pocket.

#pinesbrosfallswrites #stanford pines #fiddleford mcgucket #wendy corduroy #gravity falls #comms are still open!#might take me a while to get your fic out #but i'm still taking them!#certainly was interesting to break out my fiddleford voice again #he's such a character #was also interesting to try out wendy's voice #let alone how she interacts with ford #enjoyed writing this a lot!

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