#i don't want to go to our christmas party on friday
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When you wish you had covid so you could go on a sick leave, but the negative covid test tells you it's just a nasty cold.
#i don't want to work#i don't want to go to our christmas party on friday#i don't want to do anything
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best i ever had
Anon request:
Paige seeing her ex at a party and getting jellllyyyyyyyyyy.
Pairing: Paige Bueckers x fem reader
Warnings: drinking, cussing, partying, angst
Authors Note: The reader is bisexual, Paige is unlabeled, and this is my first fic so please bear with me.
Word count: 1.4k
It was a Friday night in Storrs, Connecticut. My friend, Madi wanted me to go out with her to our local bar, Ted’s. I didn't feel like partying since my ex-girlfriend broke up with me a week ago. She said she couldn't balance school, work, basketball, and our relationship. I thought that was absolute crap because there are so many pro athletes doing exactly that, but there was nothing I could do about it anymore.
“Come on y/n, don't be a loser and cry over her for the rest of the night,” Madi begged while attempting to drag me out of bed.
“Okay rude, plus I wouldn't be a loser for crying over her. I mean we were together for almost 2 years,”
“Okay, I'm sorry. How about we just go to the bar and drink? We won't even have to dance, plus I'll let you borrow something of mine in case someone wants to flirt with you tonight.”
When she first came into my room I was half convinced to go out but once she mentioned drinking and partying I was all in. The whole school knew of my and Paige's relationship so I knew someone there would tell her they saw me at the bar. And the idea of flirting with someone else seemed like good practice for later.
As we walked up the doors of the bar Madi and I could hear the music blaring from the inside outside. I almost reached for my phone to text Paige that they were playing her favorite song, Best I Ever Had by Drake, but remembered our current situation and resisted. Inside the bar, it was super busy. Exams had just finished so everyone was drinking and dancing with their friends before Christmas break.
Madi and I walk up to some empty seats at the bar and I order a dirty Shirley, she gets a Mojito and we order 2 shots each. The first few moments of being in a bar are the absolute worst. You're so sober you don't want to be there with all the loud music and the sticky tables, but after about 2 or 3 drinks everything’s perfect and you never want to leave. That's how I'm currently feeling now. The revealing shirt I'm wearing paired with my tight skirt makes me feel like prey to everyone's eyes.
“Okay, I'm gonna go dance. Don't miss me too much” Madi said after taking her shots. She usually sees a guy she finds attractive and goes up to them asking to dance. I loved how confident she was, she was always the one who went up to guys and by the end of the night, they were all over her.
While sipping on my drink, I look around the bar. I noticed a few people from my classes and some athletes from the men's swim and basketball teams. And to my happiness, I saw most of the girls from the women's basketball team including Paige. She was wearing a blue cropped tank top paired with some black cargo pants. The sight of her abs between the cut-off of her top and the waistline of her pants got me to chug the rest of my drink and order another. It was about 3 minutes of sipping my second Shirley before someone sat beside me.
“Hey,” I heard him say. “You wanna dance?” As I turned, I saw the most gorgeous guy this campus had to offer. He was tall with dirty blond hair and blue eyes.
“Yeah, I'm down.” As we walked to the dance floor, I could feel eyes on me. I knew I'd get looks with this outfit on so it didn't bother me that much. Especially after 2 drinks and 2 shots.
“So, what's your name?” It was loud in the middle of the dance floor. Around the bar was much quieter, so he was almost yelling out his question to me.
“Y/n. What's yours?”
“Zach,” He had a cute name, I thought. I mean at least it wasn't something like Reginald or whatever.
As we danced, the feeling of being watched never left. It honestly felt like someone's eyes were burning into the back of my head so I looked around. The only eyes I made contact with were Paige’s and her gaze was murderous. I could tell she was jealous just by the way her eyebrows were pulled down, so I decided to mess with her.
I turned so that my ass was on Zach's lap and I began grinding on him while maintaining eye contact with Paige. As his hands made way to my hips I held onto them as he guided me to the song playing through the speakers. That was enough to get Paige and I knew it. I wasn't much on physical touch so me holding onto hands pissed her off more than anything. As she started to walk over to us I turned around and wrapped my send around his neck before I felt her firm grip on my upper arm. I quickly said bye to Zach as Paige brought me outside the bar.
“What the fuck was that? You're out here dancing with guys that basically look like me?” She yelled as she cornered me against the wall. She was so hot when she was mad. Her jaw clenched, and she held intense eye contact.
“Wow, your ego’s so big you think he looks like you, Paige?”
“Don't make this into an ego thing y/n, he and I are literally the same height and we both have blond hair and blue eyes.” As she spoke, her arms moved with her, she pointed to the door of the bar while speaking about Zach.
“Fine then! Maybe he did remind me of you. But you don't get to badmouth me or be angry at all because you’re the one who broke it off after almost 2 years! Two fucking years of ups and downs P. I was there with you through your whole ACL recovery and each time you cried, I held you close to me, not anyone else,” at this point, I was crying and screaming at her. I was so hurt and drunk that the words just kept spilling out.
“You said you couldn't handle us and you left. You fucking left me. So I'm trying to move on. I’m trying so fucking hard but I honestly don't think I can ever fully get over you. I don't want to get over you. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. You're the only one I can truly be myself around. Not even Madi makes me feel as safe and understood as you do,” She stood there in silence for a while. I could see the tears brimming in her eyes before she spoke.
“Let's get you home” I was so exhausted that I agreed to let her take me home. I could tell by her body language that she hadn't drunk tonight and her car in the parking lot of the bar confirmed it. She never lets anyone drive her car unless she absolutely has to, so it being back there meant she was one of the designated drivers for the night.
“Can you text Madi and tell her that I’m leaving?”
“I will once I get you home.”
Entering my apartment wasn't much of a struggle. I walked straight into my bathroom to take my makeup off as Paige went into my room.
“Here I got you something to change into” Her voice was soft. I could tell she didn't want to hurt me anymore than she already had that night.
“Thank you,” I couldn't find it in me to say anything else to her.
“I have to go back for the girls”
“I realized that, but could you stay till I fall asleep?”
“Yeah, of course,”
Getting into bed with Paige again felt euphoric. This past week I never thought It would ever happen again. Just knowing that you were falling asleep in the arms of someone you trusted with your life was something I thought I had lost forever. The longer I held onto her and breathed in her perfume, the more tired I got.
“I'm so sorry, my love. You were the best I ever had, but everything's just too much right now,” I heard her say, right before I fell asleep.
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Plus One
Pairing: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson"
Summary: It's Ms Jackson's company holiday party, and Frankie makes his debut.
Word Count: 3.9k
Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, references to past escort work, semi-public sex, slight exhibitionism kink, references to oral sex and anal play, unprotected PiV sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), spanking, possessive play, little bit of brattiness, Frankie is too damn hot and Ms J is gonna make him pay for it (in the best way).
Notes: Here's my (slightly late) SW!Frankie Christmas story! This is dedicated to @lowlights for saying "All I want for Christmas is SW!Frankie" and I couldn't resist giving her exactly that. She also picked Frankie's holiday party outfit, which is absolute perfection and I would climb him like a tree if he showed up in this fit.
Takes place after Callback.
Cross-posted on AO3
Sex Worker!Frankie AU Masterlist
The internal monologue running in the back of your mind comments on the tasteful decor, how the poinsettias and fake candles and red and green tablecloths really dress up the restaurant. The thought that “HR did a really nice job” skitters through your mind, and the warm scent of cider and mulled wine and store-bought cookies all envelops you in a nostalgic holiday mood.
Well, it would, but on the other hand this holiday party might actually kill you. Honestly. And yet you have to pretend that you’re not dying inside, a calm smile on your face while you fight back against the urge to scream.
It all started with an email.
Hi Team!
It’s that time of year again - our annual holiday party! Please join us for appetizers and drinks at Lesandro’s at 6pm Friday, December 23rd. If you want to enter the raffle for a special prize, please email Alison for a ticket.
This was all fine and dandy until you got to the next line.
Plus ones are welcome!
You shouldn’t have been surprised. It’s not the first time your office has extended invites to partners. You had brought your ex-husband in the past, the brief sting of the memory flitting through your mind. It was to be expected every year, a night to enjoy yourselves on the company’s dime in lieu of bonuses.
You would gladly accept a check rather than the cocktails and finger foods, but you weren’t not on the planning committee.
A little tremor of excitement over that line lightened your spirits for the rest of the day. Thinking of Frankie schmoozing with your coworkers made a smile come to your face, and his solid comfort being by your side actually made you look forward to the event. The scales tipped more towards anxiety when you walked into your home, Frankie coming down the stairs with damp hair.
“Hey sweetheart,” he said, a quick squeeze of a hug before heading to your car for groceries. Worrying at your lower lip, you waited until you were both in the kitchen sorting produce before you spoke up.
“I’ve got a company party coming up in a couple weeks,” you said, toppling a few apples onto the counter.
“You’ll be out late?” Frankie asked, dumping fruit into a colander in the sink. The running tap let you take your time with your response.
“Actually, I can bring a plus one,” you tried to say breezily, rolling a stray lemon under your palm. It grounded you as Frankie turned to you. “If you want to come,” you added at the end. When his pause went on too long you hazarded a look up at him. He was smiling in that somewhat exasperated way that let you know you’d been overthinking again.
“Why wouldn’t I want to come? Maybe I can guess which one of those girls steals your yogurt on Wednesdays.” The remark made you giggle, leaning back against the counter as Frankie’s mischievous eyes eased your tension.
“I don’t know, I built it up in my head, asking you.” You shrugged, voice getting a little softer. “My ex never liked going to these things. Complained for weeks before and after, then would barely talk to me when we were there.” You shifted, crossing your arms over your chest. It wasn’t the first time you’d talked about your past relationships with Frankie, but having to feel the grief, the sickness in the pit of your stomach, the tension of revising those memories still made you want to crawl out of your own skin. Frankie’s hands, heavy and soothing, wrapped around your biceps.
“If you want me there, I’m there,” he said, rubbing your arms with a reassuring smile. You nodded, letting your forehead drop against his shoulder when he stepped closer. Sucking a deep breath in, Frankie’s clean musk and fresh soap smell released the tight muscles in your jaw. “Where are they having it?”
“Lesandro’s.”
“Oh, so it’s like, a nice party,” Frankie mused, hand kneading at the back of your neck where you held much of your stress. You melted into the massage, pressing your cheek to his plush chest.
“Eh, we come from the office, you don’t have to dress up,” you mumbled into his worn t-shirt. He hummed in response.
“Could be fun, though,” he said, working his thumb into the meat of your shoulders. “Dressing up for it. I’d like to make a good first impression.”
Leaning back, you raised an eyebrow at Frankie.
“Oh really?”
He blushed, and you thought your heart might explode at the sight. Slipping your fingers into the wisps of gray-brown hair at the nape of his neck, you swayed against your boyfriend.
“Then bring your A-game, handsome.”
Which is why you’re standing here now, close to literally exploding.
Because when Frankie texted to tell you he was here, you didn’t expect what walked in the door.
First of all, no Standard Oil hat. You didn’t expect him to wear it, but it’s such a part of himself now you forget he can go without it. He styled his hair loose and curling, not a wild mane but controlled wisps that flick out around his ears and bounce along his forehead. Little glints of silver you refuse to let him cover up at a salon catch the glittering lights in the restaurant. He’s wearing a white button-up, the top two buttons open to bare a delicious vee of tan skin around his throat. He clearly wasn’t patient enough with the sleeves, though, because he’s rolled them up around his elbows, accenting his strong forearms. You’ve never seen the pants he’s wearing, some sort of dark blue-black slacks that hug his trim hips perfectly before descending to black leather monkstrap shoes.
And he’s wearing his fucking glasses.
Your cunt throbs at the sight.
He searches the crowd, the smile that breaks out when you lock eyes making your legs weak. He weaves his way through your coworkers, a few watching him curiously as he scoots by. Once he’s made it to you, a hand on your lower back and a kiss to your cheek, the eyes that followed him now land on you. The pride this swells in your chest makes you giddy.
“Have I missed all the food?” Frankie asks in your ear, your response a shaken head. He mock-sighs in relief before Cindy strides up to you both, ever the nosy one. Her smile is too big, hand outstretched to Frankie.
“And who have we here?” she asks, eyes flitting between you both. You brim with a little more pride when Frankie takes her hand, giving her a kind but firm handshake.
“Francisco Morales, the boyfriend,” he says with a little jest in his voice, Cindy laughing louder than necessary.
This is the theme of the night, Frankie approached by coworkers and chatting his way through the first impressions. You smile and schmooze along with him, but inside marvel over how smooth he is. The perfectly timed jokes, the attentive smiles. As Cindy (and some people you’ve never even met) approach and leave, he knows exactly how to engage and play off their differing personalities. Giving space to the chatterbugs, coaxing conversation from the quiet ones, engaging in interests and offering his opinions.
“This won’t be my first time in a room full of strangers with high expectations,” Frankie had said a few days before when you offered him an out on the party. The implication flew over your head until he added, “I’ve been hired as an escort too.”
The revelation led to another one of those matter-of-fact conversations that were so fascinating with Frankie. He talked about sex work (and escorting, in this case) with no more emotional attachment than discussing what cars he worked on.
“I did a charity event once, older woman who wanted a younger man on her arm but didn’t want to look pathetic.”
“A girl had a bodyguard fantasy we played out at the Plaza. One of the nicest hotel rooms I’ve worked in.”
“You learn a lot by acting like the trophy, and people will tell you the wildest shit if you just listen.”
All of these skills were in action now as you watched him listen to someone from customer support discussing chatbot services. The second glass of champagne in your hand is warming under your fingers but you barely notice because this is a Frankie you rarely see. He’s in an element that’s foreign to you, used to his soft competency and attention and now witnessing his surety, his confidence, his ease at shifting into exactly what everyone wants.
Even the moments when you feel a stab of jealousy - Debbie touching his arm when he makes a joke, how he gives everyone his undivided attention - he always makes his way back to you. His hand rests on your lower back, pulling you into conversations when you’re being edged out. And when you’re leading, having a discussion with a coworker, he listens closely by your side and nods along, even if you know he’s lost as to the topic.
It’s turning you on way more than you want to admit.
The party is grating on your nerves after an hour and a half, your brain screaming at you to leave. Listening to Carl complain about the cost of events planning pales in comparison to showing Frankie exactly how much he’s been affecting you all night. The ache only worsens when you catch a glimpse of his profile, smiley and easygoing, as his shirt gapes to reveal no undershirt underneath. You could slip your fingers inside and drag them along the smooth expanse of skin there, before slipping them down to pop every button open as you descend lower and lower…
“Your man not dress up for you much?”
Erica, one of your favorite coworkers and confidant, sidles up next to you as Frankie tries to leave a conversation by the drinks table, two glasses in hand. Your face heats up as you fan yourself surreptitiously with a napkin.
“Mmmhmmm, okay no need to answer that one for me. Boss left ten minutes ago, go get your man out of here before Johnson bores him to death,” she murmurs, giving you an approving look before going back to her lost-looking husband. Her revelation, coupled with your increasing need, rockets you across the room to Frankie’s relieved face.
“Sorry Johnson, I need Frankie for a minute. Nice seeing you!” you rush out, depositing Frankie’s proffered glasses on a waiter’s tray. Hands free, you tug Frankie to the exit, his voice lost in the rush of blood to your ears.
Out of the stuffy room and into the cooler night, Frankie huffs in surprise when you push him back against the building’s exterior and steal a heated kiss, a quick press of the lips preceding your tongue pressing into his mouth, stifling his moan with your own. Taking the hint, he pulls your hips flush with his, attacking your mouth with as much fervor as you’re giving. His teeth scrape against your tongue, letting you grind him against the concrete wall before he spins you to switch places.
“You had to wear the fucking glasses,” you gasp when he pulls back enough to nibble along your jaw.
“Thought they’d make me look smarter,” he whispers in your ear, palming one breast with the broad expanse of his hand. You mewl under the attention, mind hazily realizing you’re way too out in the open to be getting groped so thoroughly.
“Thought you’d ruin my panties is more like it,” you hiss back, spreading your legs to invite him between them. He shakes his head against your neck.
“Not here, let me take you home and take my time,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss behind your ear. The whine you squeeze out surprises you both, “needy little thing” the next words that Frankie drips against your skin.
“C’mon Frankie, feel how wrecked you made me,” you goad, the roll of his hips against your core revealing Frankie’s desire as plainly as your own. Stealing a glance towards the front door, he slides a hand under your skirt and swiftly pulls your panties to the side, sliding two fingers through the slick mess.
“Fuck, baby, all this for me?” he asks, and the buck of your hips against his hand slides his fingertips inside you shallowly. He growls in your ear, that feral noise that makes you want to push him until he snaps and takes from you. Pulling you away from the wall, he sucks his wet fingers into his mouth with a flash of darkness in his eyes.
“Get in the truck, we’re going,” he says quickly, his stride longer and faster paced than usual. His own need mirroring yours makes a wicked idea bloom in your lust-addled mind. It would get you into some trouble, but the reward would be as good as the punishment. Maybe better.
Frankie buckles in and drives you swiftly out of the parking lot, your house only a twenty minute trip from Lesandro’s. Twenty long, aching minutes with Frankie so close you can almost taste him. You need to taste him.
Palming his hard cock through the slacks earns you a groan and a swat at your hand, Frankie’s knuckles tightening on the steering wheel.
“Baby, stop, I need to get us home. You can last twenty minutes,” he admonishes, which only mounts your need. Another long stroke, another warning, and you’re popping the top button of his pants open. He says your name now, hand coming to wrap around your wrist as you slide his zipper down.
“Please, Frankie, just let me taste you. I’ll be good, I promise,” you beg, one hand slipped under your own skirt and sliding through your slick. “You got me so worked up, I just want to make you feel good.” Leaning over you blow a puff of hot air onto his cock, still straining against his boxer briefs. A string of curses fall from his lips as you mouth him, wetting the cotton with your tongue.
“Fuck, you just can’t wait, can you? Okay, baby, okay, but you can’t…you can’t suck me off, I’ll crash the fucking truck if you try. Just hold me in your mouth if you need it that bad,” Frankie gasps, the words finally allowing you to slip his cock from its confines and into your hot mouth. He groans loud at your heat engulfing him, your clever fingers finding your clit and stroking quick circles as you try your best to follow his rules. But Frankie is large and thick in your mouth. You can’t help sliding back up to adjust your jaw wider. Or when you slide back down your tongue flattens against the underside, lapping at the thick vein. That’s just a force of habit.
When you hum at the feeling of his head brushing the back of your throat, you can’t help but admit that you’re doing it on purpose.
“Fucking Christ,” Frankie swears, and you feel the car move from asphalt to dirt before coming to an abrupt stop. You slide your lips up and off his cock to ask why he stopped, but Frankie is already unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you up to his mouth. He crashes his lips against yours, holding you in place with one firm hand on the back of your neck.
“Little tease,” he purrs, and the rush of heat to your cunt has you arching into his chest, burying your wet fingers in his hair. “I was going to take you home, spread you out on our bed and make you cum so many times you’d lose your voice.” Frankie’s thick fingers pinch your jaw, widening it so he can delve deeper with his tongue. You’re practically dripping on the bench seat, trying to move to your back but he holds you there, and the roughness of his touch makes your body thrum like a live wire.
“Was going to lick this pretty pussy until you came on my face, then flip you over and do it again. Maybe even tease your perfect little asshole,” he continues, your heart hammering in your chest as he pushes your arousal higher and higher. “Then I was going to make you cum around three fingers. Get you to squirt for me.”
“Frankie, fuck, please…” you whine, hips rocking against nothing, but he wraps his hands around them and bumps your noses together.
“Oh I’d have you begging by then too, but no, you couldn’t behave. Couldn’t wait the twenty minutes to get you home.” Your world spins as Frankie turns you to face away from him, pulling your ass tight against his hips. Heat blooms along your chest and face when you realize you’ve pushed him enough to lead to this.
“So you’re getting what you wanted, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you, needy little thing. Gonna give you my cock and you’re gonna take it just like this.” With that he flips your skirt up over your ass and slides his cock through your slick. Your jaw drops open; the truck is barely off the road, hidden by a few overhanging trees and a lack of streetlights but still very visible to another car passing by. Thighs trembling, you try to steady your breathing. It’s dangerous and mollifying, exhilarating and terrifying.
“You know what to say if you don’t want this,” Frankie murmurs in your ear, gentler than before. You do, you know the colors and the words that will slow Frankie down. But like hell do you want that right now.
“Green, handsome,” you shoot back, wiggling your butt against him. He chuckles darkly, guiding your hips to slide his cock over your clit.
“Then put your hands on the door,” he says, nudging you forward to brace yourself against the passenger door. Knocking your knees apart, Frankie’s bulk settles against your ass before his thick head begins breaching you.
Eyes rolling back and your mouth open in a silent moan, you savor the girth of Frankie’s cock with no preparation. You’re so slick and yielding, but he always stretches you to your limits. Even as he fucks shallowly into you, getting you used to him, you beg for more.
“Please Frankie, fuck me, want you to wreck me, been wanting you inside me all night,” you groan, pushing back to bury him deep inside, grinding the base of his cock to tease your throbbing clit. Frankie’s hands tighten around your hips, and with a sharp snap that knocks a gasp out of you as he sets a powerful pace.
The truck cabin fills with the lewd sound of Frankie’s fat cock fucking into your wet cunt, his guttural moans mixing with your higher ones. When you look behind you, Frankie’s baring his teeth and puffing air through his nose, curls sticking to the sweat at his temples.
“This what you need, beautiful? Needed me to pound this pussy until you can’t think? Needed me to claim what’s mine?” His filthy words hit a chord deep inside you didn’t know existed until he spoke it into life. You roll your hips back against him, leveraging your thrusts with your hands on the door.
“Yes Frankie, need you to fucking take me, make me yours, take what you want, I want everyone to know I’m yours,” you babble. A sudden crack of skin on skin makes you cry out, flooding your cunt with arousal. Frankie soothes the red handprint on your ass before tapping his fingers along it.
“Fuck, baby, you like that?” he moans as you nod vigorously in response. “Yeah, I can feel how much you liked that. Take it,” he orders before he slaps your other cheek, admiring how your movements get sloppier as you writhe in pleasure. “Mine,” he growls, another gentler slap. “Mine,” he pants as he yanks you back and pushes your chest to the seat, arching your ass up high for him to keep pounding into. “Mine,” he growls into your ear when he folds over your body, his thrusts shortening but hitting that powerful spot, tightening you around his cock.
“Oh fuck, sweetheart, I can feel it, you’re so close. Cum on me baby, I’m…fuck, I’m yours,” Frankie gasps, the possessiveness now curling in your own heart as you listen to him rail you within an inch of your sanity while repeating “yours” under his breath.
“Frankie, please…” you ask, not sure of what you need but he nods against your spine. Threading his fingers between yours, he slides his other hand to your clit and strums it fast and hard, the intensity throwing you off the edge of your impending orgasm.
With a muffled shriek you cum, feet scuffling against the leather seats and your hips bucking beneath Frankie’s weight. He holds you down, guiding you through it as he works his cock slowly through the grip of your channel. When the aftershocks subside, Frankie pumps into you a handful of times, then pulls out to spill on your ass with staccato moans.
For a long moment the truck is filled with gasping breaths, Frankie using your own skirt to wipe up his spend. When his heat disappears you prop yourself up to catch him leaning against the driver door, legs splayed and his head tipped against the cool glass, chest heaving. It takes a moment to rearrange your limbs but you finally slide between his legs and rest your head against his chest. His arms come up to cradle you there, stroking your back. You enjoy the silence, the comforting cadence of Frankie’s breathing bringing you back down.
“Was that too much?” he asks, a little apprehension in his voice. “I know we don’t go down that kind of path often…”
“Frankie, that was fucking amazing,” you soothe, grinning into his chest. “And I instigated that, I knew what I was asking for. Though you did almost make me end it with that plan you laid out.”
“Oh did I?”
“Very tempting.”
“You made your choice.”
You both laugh a little, the glow of the truck’s clock reminding you of the late hour. But Frankie has one more question to air in the dark.
“You weren’t jealous tonight, were you?” he asks, tucking his chin to look at you. “Because nobody in that room held a candle to you tonight. Or any night. I’m yours, babe,” he says, stroking his thumb along your cheek. The love that blooms in your chest is all the answer you need, but you’ll still say it.
“I loved being yours tonight. And every night.”
After getting back on the road, Frankie hums thoughtfully.
“If you wanted to do that every now and then…” he says tentatively, drawing your attention to his stunning profile. “You know, tease me, get me riled up, I’d be into that.”
A wicked smile curls your lips, half hidden in the dark.
“You like it when I rile you up?” you ask, leading Frankie’s hand back between your legs. You could find the energy for another round, your folds still soft and dripping. He gives you a look like he could devour you whole.
“I like it when I can show you you’re mine,” he rumbles, cupping your sex as the minutes until you’re home tick by.
“Show me again, then.”
END
The story continues in Frankie's First Time
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I have been literally waiting for Hanukkah to share this song. It's by Jews and it's about Hanukkah, and how their Hanukkah wish every year is that Gentiles knew more about the history of the Jews. It's so good that I'm going to share the song, the lyrics, and a link to where you can buy it, as part of an album molly lewis did about the importance of... Thanksgiving. No Christmas talk allowed. This is one of my top 5 best songs of the year. Essential listening.
And it's on sale now at bandcamp. Here's a link to the deluxe version I own. It was cheap and arrived fast. Happy Hanukkah!
Lyrics:
Congrats, you have friends who are Jewish
There's menorahs in all your decor
Your trim is now red, green, and…blue-ish
But do you know what this holiday's for?
We've seen children LARP the Nativity
And cosplay the first pilgrim's feast
And it's nice to combine our festivities
But damn, do your homework at least
So let us bend your ear
to the last six thousand years
So your latte tastes like a candle
So your turkey's overdone
Dudes tried to kill our ancestors
So let's eat because we won!
See, Hanukkah ain't Jewish Christmas
They're not equal, so don't even try
We brushed with doom, and it missed us
But Jesus is your central – guy?
We see why you'd want to compare them
They're around the same time of the year
You have feels, and you're yearning to share them
And we know your intent is sincere
It's just one more win for the Jews
So we eat and drink and – booze!
Got too many presents to send?
Christmas shopping not as fun?
People wanted us to be extinct
So let's party, guys, we won!
You know it's the one in December (eh, sometimes)
Your cognizance has been made clear
And it's nice of you all to remember
But what of the rest of the year
There's Purim, Passover, Shavuot,
Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur,
With Hanukkah, don't overdo it
It's not us you're trying to assure
You know Christmas can be intrusive
You put menorah on display
If you need that so you feel inclusive
Well, don't let us get in your way
We know you don't wanna be dicks
But that's not for us to fix
So your team lost at sportsball?
Favorite show is in reruns?
They've been after us for centuries
So let's eat, because we won
Punched a stranger on Black Friday?
Did he snag your Xbox One?
We've survived 6000 years of crap
So let's eat, because we won!
[DISCLAIMER: This isn't my work, but it's the only way I could share this. Please go support the artists involved.]
#the mongrel jews#molly lewis#happy hanukkah#song of the day#thanksgiving vs. christmas#jumblr#Bandcamp
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HAPPY FIRST OF NOVEMBER!
Only two months left this year, how did that happen?! Either way, welcome to November! We're ready for a busy, family and warmth and love-filled month ahead, and hope that you are, too. Read on to see what to expect and any important things we have to share.
HAPPENING IN NOVEMBER!
November 18th -- RAILWAY 5K -- our annual run around town; everyone can participate, whether you're a pro, or a first time runner. run for yourself, or for charity!
NOVEMBER'S MINI-EVENTS!
November 3rd -- away football game; the final game of the season! but the team did make play-offs.
November 4th -- candy day; candy sales for all of your post-Halloween needs around the house!
November 10-13 -- world kindness weekend; a chance to do the kindest of things around town.
November 24 -- black friday; do all of your shopping around town!
November 25 -- small business saturday; make sure to save some shopping for local businesses!
EXTRA BIT OF FUN!
Busy time, easy task? We hope so! We've shared a task for November that you can fill out in character (if you want -- we won't kick you out for third personing it, promise). We'll also be accepting kind things about Merrock and about each other during kindness weekend, so stay tuned for that one!
IMPORTANT NOTES!
as usual, a reminder to read over our rules. we just want to make sure that all of our writers are aware of our expectations; small changes have been made, and a few pages have been updated.
please remember that triggers are triggering: period. whether it's a full out discussion, mention, brief allusion to, it's triggering, so just tag it with "trigger tw" and let that be that! also, do not bring up triggering subjects with someone OOC unless you know they, themselves, are not triggered by that, please.
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in situations where something needs mod approval, please just be sure to have it from us before talking or posting about it. it may seem silly, but it keeps us all from having to backtrack!
be sure you are plotting with everyone! we have implemented the "three writers per character" rule, but of course we would like you to vary your writers. you don't always have to have a thread with every writer / character in the group, but it's really nice to branch out and spread some love.
BEHIND THE SCENES!
we have less events this month, and that's alright! we also have some fun mini-events for you to use for plotting, and we know that this month is always busy. it's okay! we'd really like to see you use this month to post open starters, plot with those you haven't, get some fun stuff going on your own.
but December will kick off with an outdoor Winter Fun Party, and we will have our Winter Holiday Market, plus a New Year's Eve party, so take this month to just plot, relax, and enjoy before the fun hits. start thinking about gifts. ;)
November is largely a "game planning" month for me -- meaning I will be working on saving resources for next year's events. we have some fun stuff in store!
+ THE HOLIDAYS AHEAD
With the holidays around the corner, we know that things are busier, and we understand that it may mean things slow down on dash a bit. So don't get discouraged! We are not going to cut back on our activity requirements, however, as we feel they are incredibly easy to meet, even during the busy times. What we are asking is that you, as players, are responsible with what you can handle. If you need to drop or pause characters, that is okay. Ask for hiatuses when needed, but remember that we do not offer semi-hiatuses. As admins, we absolutely understand and respect that real life comes first! We just also know that groups can't thrive and survive without activity, so all we ask is that you try your best during this busy month/season. We'll have a post closer to Christmas time with some guidance on posting gifts and any changes we need to make to checks, as well! xx
HAPPY NOVEMBER! xx
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Personal: 12/23/23 AM
All but two of the Millennials are off visiting family right now. Over the course of the year, I've been inducting Newest Millennial into assorted seasonal activities that we do as a friend group, like swim in the lake, secret pumpkin/my birthday party/Friend Fest, etc.. When we were doing Friend Feast planning, Newest Millennial wanted to know if there was some sort of end of December Party. I was like, most people are gone and I'm not Christian, so I do what a lot of the people who aren't christian do in big north east Cities for Christmas Eve: get Asian Food. (I explained the origin, etc., which I'm going to leave out here).
They found the idea delightful, so I was like: Do you want to see if Goth Millennial wants to come and the three of us can have a nice dinner and hang out? And newest Millennial loved the idea. None of us are Christian in different ways. For Goth Millennial and I, this is our home; there is nowhere really to go back too. Though I have a couple family members living in other parts of the country, none of us travel anymore. Newest Millennial has family but there are no important holidays in their religion this time of year this year. (Squirrel is also non-christian, and what little family he has left is local, but he works all this weekend. Also, he's not into vegetarian Asian food).
So we got to mid-December and I'm like: do we want to do Christmas Eve? Solstice? One of the nights in between? We ended up picking Friday for assorted reasons, and had a really nice hang out with dinner and presents and tarot, which I like to do at the turning in any case. I am now up to two shirts I can wear post surgery, which means I will have something to wear when the other is in the wash. I suspect that I will spent most of the two weeks with my arm immobilized just running around in sweat pants or boxers, so I can save the shirts for Doctor's appointments and the like. I have a couple other shirts I can use when I'm in the limited motion recovering period. I'm hoping it will be all right.
There is talk of a potluck Saturday the 30th which sounds perfect. I don't like leaving the house at night on major drinking holidays, and my part of town is extra bad on those, plus full of cops looking for an excuse to pull people over. Goth Millennial and Newest Millennial don't drink, and I basically only drink for weddings and wakes (Election night 2016 counted as a Wake. I still have left over alcohol from that, gathering dust for the next close to me death or National Disaster). None of us have partners and like quiet evening at home better than loud drunk parties, etc..
All this may explain my posting pattern.
Man, I miss when there was most of a month of quiet in the news cycle to catch up on stuff. It's been firehouse of news since 2o16. Sigh. There used to be one around August too, but that went out when Republicans decided to make it wander the country saying and doing horrific shit season. These days it's democratic politicians try to talk Republicans into doing the bare minimum of their job season. Sigh. anyway, I'm doing my best.
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ANA!!!!!!! HI. 1) how are u doing. weekly life update pleek <3 2) could u . perhaps . provide us (me) with a few film recs... truly it does not matter what language they're in or what they're about.. as long as they r ur favs in terms of the cinematography/plot/characters etc. 😁💘
WELL HELLOUUU ZAY ‼️‼️‼️
Last week I got sick and spent Friday at home </333 I still felt weak throughout this week too but my boss got sick too 🫠🫠 which isn't v fun when he's also the head of the department... Anyway me and a colleague ended up having to plan the entire Christmas office party on our own in the last min bc everyone here just leaves things open til the last second (for example our boss wanted us to call a bakery a DAY before the party like that's not gonna happen....) we also had a bunch of other problems but in the end we somehow managed to have a successful party ...
As for movie recs... I feel like we have similar tastes but also idk if you're really into the 2 hour+ of nothing happening kind of movies jsjdk so here's a mix of genres!!
Goth (2008) would I consider this one of the movies of all time? Maybe. It's listed as horror on letterboxd however I personally would consider it more of a character study? I don't know if it's the characters or the settings or something else but this movie gives me a tight feeling in my chest in the best possible way. The characters are flawed and so is the world they're in. I would suggest going blind into it considering the letterboxd desc doesn't say much abt it either
a tale of two sisters (2003), better days (2019), eastern promises (2007), to wong foo thanks for everything! julie newmar (1995), freaked (1993) and if you're interested in more here's my letterboxd!
#why does reccing movies feel so nervewrecking....#I can't handle sharing pieces of my soul I need to run into oncoming traffic 🏃🏃#ANYWAY how was YOUR week my superstar zay 🎤🎤
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25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022
Day 7 - Rescue Me Again
Summary: Beca finds herself in a predicament, and Chloe has to help save her (again). Part of the Firefighter!Chloe Universe.
It was the Saturday after Thanksgiving, and Beca and Chloe were enjoying one of the few lazy, work-free Saturdays they managed to have together. Beca was holding Dylan on her lap, and they were talking about Christmas.
"Before I forget, the Department's holiday party is on Friday the twenty-third," Chloe said. "I put it on our calendar. It's for the families, so Dylan is invited, too."
"Would you text me the info?" Beca asked. "I want to put it on my work calendar."
"Sure," Chloe said, pulling out her phone and sending the info to Beca. "We should go shopping for a suit for Dylan to wear to the party. I figure if he's going to be our date and we're going to be dressed up, he should be dressed up as well."
"We can do that," Beca said. "Slight change of subject?"
"Go for it," Chloe said.
"What should we do about Dylan's birthday?" Beca asked. "I love our son, but him being born on Christmas Eve makes it hard to find a good time for a birthday party."
"Hmm," Chloe said. "Good question. I'll think about it and come up with something to do for him. It might be something with just us on his actual birthday. We can do something bigger after the holiday."
"That's a great idea, mama," Beca said.
"Ma-ma," Dylan cooed.
"Oh, my God!" Beca said. "He said the first word we could understand. Say it again, Dyl. Say mama. Can you say mama?"
"Ma-ma," Dylan said.
"That's my boy," Chloe said, wiping a tear from her eye.
Chloe took Dylan from Beca and wrapped him in a hug. "I love you, my sweet boy."
She then leaned over to kiss Beca. "And I love you, too!"
~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 ~~
One week later, Chloe sat holding Dylan while watching Beca rush around, gathering up everything she needed to take with her to the studio.
"I'm sorry, babe," Beca said. "I know it's your only day off this week, but I'm on a tight deadline with everyone wanting to drop Christmas albums. The studio wants to get them out in time for the Christmas rush, which means I'm already about two days behind."
"We understand," Chloe said. "I think I'll take Dylan shopping for a suit if that's okay with you."
"I'm sad I'm going to miss that," Beca said. "But if we don't get it today, I don't know when we'll be able to get it done."
"I promise we'll find the perfect suit for him," Chloe said. "Something festive that will match what we're wearing."
"Sounds good to me," Beca said. "I have to go."
Chloe stood and pulled Beca into a hug. They kissed; Beca gave Dylan a kiss on the cheek.
"I hope to be back in time for dinner," Beca said. "I'll text you when I know for sure."
"Okay," Chloe said, kissing Beca. "We love you."
"I love you guys, too," Beca said before kissing Dylan and Chlo one more time.
Beca left, and Chloe took Dylan to his room to get him ready for their shopping trip.
~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 ~~
Chloe was pleased with the suit she found for Dylan. He looked so freaking cute in it that she decided to hide it away to surprise Beca with it on the day of the party.
"Mommy's gonna love you in this," Chloe said as Dylan sat in his crib, looking at her. " I know mommy and I are going to be the envy of every other woman in the place because we will have the handsomest date ever!"
Dylan cooed and waved his arms, "Ma-ma!"
Chloe smiled as she walked over to the crib. "What is it? Are you ready for your nap?"
Dylan yawned and Chloe 'awwed.'
"I'll take that as a yes," Chloe said, chuckling.
She reached into the crib and lay Dylan on his back, tucking his favorite stuffed red panda next to him.
"Go to sleep," Chloe said, leaning down to kiss Dylan's forehead. "Mama's got some work to do. Have a good sleep, and I'll see you in a couple of hours."
Chloe grabbed the baby monitor and left Dylan's room. She walked down the hall to the home office she shared with Beca. She sat at her desk and opened the file she had been working on. She believed the fire was arson but had nothing to go on to prove it. There was something about the case that just didn't sit well with her, and she was having trouble figuring out what it was that bothered her so much about it.
After about thirty minutes, Chloe shut the file and rubbed her eyes.
"This is giving me a headache," Chloe mumbled. "Maybe I should figure out what to make for dinner."
Chloe took the baby monitor with her as she left the office. She did a quick check on Dylan before continuing to the kitchen. She set the monitor on the counter and opened the refrigerator, where she saw some ground beef.
"Maybe I'll make spaghetti and meatballs," Chloe thought as she pulled out the package of meat.
~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 ~~
Dylan was happily sitting in his high chair while Chloe was putting the final touches on dinner. Her phone pinged, indicating an incoming text.
"Maybe it's mommy," Chloe told Dylan as she checked her phone. Chloe smiled as she read the text. "It is from mommy."
LoveOfMyLife: I'm leaving for home now. I missed lunch and I'm starving. Want me to pick up something for dinner?
Chloe responded immediately.
RedHotMama: I'm making spaghetti and meatballs. Should be ready by the time you get here.
LoveOfMyLife: God, I love you! See you soon.
RedHotMama: I love you, too. Be safe!
Chloe pocketed her phone and looked at Dylan. "Mommy will be home soon, bud," she said.
"Mom-mom," Dylan gurgled.
"Oh, my god," Chloe said, grabbing Dylan's hands in her own. "Are you trying to say mommy? I bet mommy's going to be so excited to hear you say it for her. Say mommy, Dyl. Can you say mommy?"
"Ma-ma," Dylan said, waving his arms.
"That's right, Dyl, I'm mama," Chloe chuckled. "We'll try saying mommy again when mommy gets home. Okay?"
~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 ~~
Two weeks later, Beca found herself alone with Dylan while Chloe went into the office. She had just finished changing him when she picked him up and looked around.
"Where did mama hide your suit, Dyl?" Beca asked. "Mommy wants to see it."
"Ma-ma," Dylan cooed.
"That's right," Beca said, snuggling Dylan to her. "Where did ma-ma hide your suit?"
Beca walked over to the closet and stood with her hand on the doorknob.
"Is it in here?" Beca asked, pulling the door open and causing Dylan to giggle.
Beca hitched him up so he was sitting comfortably on her hip and looked around but didn't see the suit.
"Beca, what are you doing?" Chloe asked from the doorway.
"Nothing," Beca said as she immediately stepped out of the closet and closed the door.
"It's not in there," Chloe said, smirking.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," Beca said, blushing slightly. "Now, if you'll excuse us, Dylan and I have a date at the park."
Chloe chuckled and walked over to Beca. She kissed Dylan on the cheek and stared at Beca.
"What are you doing here anyway?" Beca asked. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"I forgot a file I needed," Chloe said, holding up a file. "And stop snooping. You'll see Dylan in his suit on the day of the party."
"But I really want to see it now," Beca whined.
"And you will see it," Chloe said, mimicking Beca's whiney voice. "Just not now."
"Fine," Beca said. "I'll wait until he's dressed for the party to see his suit."
"Good girl," Chloe said, pecking Beca's lips. "I really have to go. I'll see you for dinner."
"Have a good day," Beca called out as Chloe left.
~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 ~~
It was finally the day of the Fire Department's holiday party, and Chloe had to go to the office.
"I'm taking my dress and Dylan's suit with me," Chloe said. "Meet me at my office around six. I'll be ready and can dress Dylan in his suit when you get there."
"Okay," Beca said. "I already ordered a car to pick us up at five-thirty, so we should be there by six."
"Thank you," Chloe said, kissing Beca. "I really have to go. Oh, I almost forgot my bag of gifts; there's something in there for the Toys for Tots box."
"I left it by the door for you," Beca said.
"You're the best," Chloe said, pulling Beca into a kiss. "Be careful, and I'll see you guys tonight."
"We will," Beca said. "You be safe. And we love you, too."
~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 ~~
Beca's time with Dylan seemed to fly by, and before she knew it, it was time to get ready to head to LAFD Headquarters to meet Chloe for the party. Earlier, when she put Dylan down for a late nap, she took the opportunity to shower, so all she had to do was get dressed and do her hair and makeup.
The car was there at exactly five-thirty as scheduled. Beca strapped Dylan into the car seat, and off they went to meet Chloe.
~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 ~~
On the other hand, Chloe's day went by slowly; she was anxious to show off Beca and Dylan since they missed last year's party because of Beca's pregnancy. Thoughts of her small family distracted her, and she couldn't focus on her work. She sighed and went back to the same file that had been giving her trouble and read it for what felt like the hundredth time today.
After a few more hours of looking over the file and no conclusion forthcoming to the investigation, Chloe put the file away and stood to stretch. Her phone rang, and she looked at the caller ID.
"Hey, babe," Chloe answered. "Where are you? I thought you'd be here by now."
"Funny thing," Beca said. "We're stuck in the elevator."
"What?!" Chloe yelled. "Which one?"
"Um, I don't know," Beca said.
"There should be a number on the panel near the door," Chloe said as she buzzed her Assistant using her desk phone. "George, could you come in here, please?"
"Yes, ma'am," George responded.
"Um, the number is twelve," Beca said. "I think someone used the emergency phone and called it in."
"Do you know what floors you stopped between?"
"Um, four and five," Beca answered.
"Okay," Chloe said. "Are you and Dylan okay?"
"We're fine," Beca said. "There is one lady here who seems to be having a panic attack, so we'll need a paramedic for her."
"Don't worry," Chloe said. "I'm coming to you."
"Be careful," Beca said.
"George," Chloe said when she saw her Assitant standing at the door. "We have a stuck elevator, and I'm going to go help with the rescue. Can you get me a paramedic's kit and bring it to floor five? I believe that's where they'll be there organizing the rescue."
"On it, ma'am," George said, rushing out of the office.
~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 ~~
Chloe ran out after George and went to the stairs. She ran down two flights and exited on the fifth floor. She wasn't surprised to see Jesse, Chicago, and Benji in their gear, standing by the elevator doors.
"Jesse, what do we know?" Chloe asked.
"There are about a dozen people in the car, including a small child," Jesse said.
"It's Dylan," Chloe said, running a hand through her hair. "Beca is stuck in there with Dylan."
The guys looked at each other.
"Captain," Chicago said. "We're going to go in from the top here. Once we get these doors open, we'll secure them. We have to remove the hatch and lower the ladder, then we can get everyone out."
"I'm going in first," Chloe said as George ran up with a paramedic's bag. "Beca told me there's a woman having a panic attack. I'll drop down to see what I can do to help her, then you guys get the ladder in place and get everyone else out, okay?"
"You got it, Captain," Chicago said. "And don't worry. We'll take good care of Beca and Dylan for you."
"Let's do this," Chloe said.
Inside the elevator, Beca was trying to keep Dylan calm. So far, she had been successful despite the panicky woman who was setting everyone's nerves on edge.
"It's times like this when I wish I had a pocketful of those little bottles of liquor the airlines hand out," Beca said, causing those around her to chuckle. "Or maybe some of those stale peanuts, so we don't start turning on each other in hunger."
The car became quiet as there was sudden noise coming from the roof of the car.
"What the hell is that?" a woman asked as everyone started to talk and look up.
"That's probably the firefighters who are going to get us out," Beca said, trying to keep up everyone calm. "Don't worry, they know what they're doing."
Then a muffled voice called out, "I need everyone to move away from the hatch."
"Did they say hatch?" someone asked. "What hatch?"
Everyone looked up and saw the ceiling move; they all stepped away to clear the area as much as they could. Several people gasped when a pair of legs suddenly appeared in the hatch.
"You're good, Captain," Jesse said from above.
Chloe nodded and lowered herself completely, dropping to the floor with a soft thud. The paramedic bag was handed down to her.
"Chloe?!" Beca said, causing Chloe to look at her and smile.
"Okay, everyone," Chloe said, taking charge. "I need you to open a bit more space here so my guys can lower the ladder."
Everyone again moved away as much as they could.
"Lower the ladder," Chloe called up.
Chloe pushed past a few and made her way to the woman sitting with her back against the wall. She opened her bag and pulled out the oxygen and mask.
"Ma'am," Chloe said, causing the woman to look at her. "I'm going to put this oxygen mask on to help your breathing, okay?"
The woman nodded, and Chloe placed the mask on the woman.
"Are you feeling any pain?" Chloe asked.
The woman shook her head.
"Okay," Jesse said once the ladder was down and in place. "I need you to come up one at a time. Nice and easy."
"Are you fucking serious?" a man asked.
"Very," Jesse said. "Ladies first. Just make a line, and we'll be here to help you out."
A young woman stepped forward and shakily made her way up the ladder.
"There you go," Jesse said, helping the woman through the hatch.
"Step this way," Chicago said, taking the woman's hand. "Use that box, and my friend Benji will help you the rest of the way."
"Thank you," the woman said.
~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 ~~
The elevator occupants made their way up the ladder. Beca took Dylan from his stroller. The guy who was next in line to go up the ladder told Beca to go ahead.
"I can't do it and carry my son," Beca said.
"Beca?" Chloe called out. "Wait for me; I'll carry Dylan out."
"Thank you, but you can go ahead," Beca told the guy. "I'll wait for the firefighter to help me."
The guy nodded and went up.
"It's okay, Dyl," Beca said, stepping off to the side as she bounced Dylan up and down to keep him calm. "Mama's going to rescue us. She's really good at it."
The woman Chloe was helping was calm now, and Chloe removed the oxygen mask.
"Do you think you can stand and get up the ladder?"
"I, uh, I think so," the woman said.
Chloe helped the woman stand and walked over to the ladder as the last person made their way up.
"Jesse, can you come down to help this woman up the ladder?" Chloe called out. "She's still a bit shaky, and she's going to need some help. I have to get Beca and Dylan."
Jesse came down the ladder and helped the woman to the ladder. The woman stepped up the first rung; Jesse placed his hand on either side of the ladder, blocking her in to keep her from falling.
"Take your time," Jesse said. "I'm here for you. You'll be fine."
The woman nodded and continued up the ladder. Jesse followed and stopped when his head was at the hatch. He looked down at Beca and Chloe.
"Hand me Dylan," Jesse said, holding onto the ladder with one hand and reaching down with the other.
Chloe took Dylan from Beca. She kissed him on the cheek before holding him up for Jesse to take. Jesse took Dylan and held him close to his chest. He moved up one step and looked through the hatch.
"Chicago," Jesse said. "I need you to take Dylan from here."
Chicago knelt next to the hatch and reached down. Jesse held Dylan up, and Chicago took him, carefully lifting him the rest of the way through the hatch.
"Good boy, Dylan," Chicago said, cuddling Dylan to his chest.
Chicago stood and stepped toward the door.
"Benji?" Chicago called, causing Benji to reappear in the doorway. "Take him."
Benji took Dylan and held him close. Jesse cleared the hatch and looked back at Chloe.
"He's clear," Jesse said. "Benji's got him."
Chloe nodded and looked at Beca. "You're next."
Beca quickly kissed Chloe and then made her way up the ladder. Chloe bracketed Beca with her arms to make sure she made it up the ladder safely.
"Thanks, Jesse," Beca said as he helped her through the hatch.
Once Beca was clear, she immediately looked for Dylan.
"Mom-mom," Dylan said, reaching for Beca.
"Mommy's here, Dyl," Beca said, taking Dylan from Benji. "Thanks, Benji."
Once Beca was out, Chloe looked around to ensure they had everything. She grabbed Dylan's diaper bag and the paramedic bag. She went two steps up the ladder and called for Jesse.
"Yeah?" Jesse said, looking through the hatch.
"Can you take these?"
Chloe held up each bag, and Jesse took them.
"Okay, you're good," Jesse said and helped Chloe through the hatch.
Chloe stepped off the box and immediately went over to Beca and Dylan, pulling them into a hug.
"I'm so glad you guys are okay," Chloe murmured into Beca's neck.
"You're always saving me," Beca said, leaning back to kiss Chloe.
The couple stood holding each other, taking comfort in the fact that they were okay.
"Here's your stroller, Beca," Chicago said, carrying it over to Beca and Chloe.
Chloe took it and opened it up so Beca could place Dylan in it.
"I guess we'll see you all tomorrow," Chloe said as Jesse, Chicago, and Benji moved out of the way of the maintenance crew so they could get to the elevator.
"We'll be there," Benji said. "Emily and I are looking forward to it."
"Us, too," Chicago said. "The kids love Dylan and are almost as excited about coming to his party as they are about Santa coming."
Beca and Chloe chuckled.
"Thanks for everything, guys," Beca said once again as the firefighters left.
"It's getting late," Chloe said. "We should probably get ready for the party."
"Um, do we have to go?" Beca asked, a bit teary-eyed. "I'm kind of feeling stressed, and Dylan just called me mom-mom, so my emotions are all over the place. Is it okay if I just want to go home and snuggle with him? And you."
"I'm sure folks will understand if we don't make it," Chloe said. "Besides, we can always dress Dylan up in his new suit for his birthday party tomorrow."
"Sounds like a good plan," Beca said, kissing Chloe. "I can't believe our little family outing for Dylan's birthday has turned into a full-fledged party."
"Well, it is his first birthday," Chloe said. "And you know that neither of our parents was going to miss that. Then we invited Stacie, Aubrey, and Emma. And once it became a real party, we couldn't leave out Emily and Benji."
"And if Benji was invited, we had to include Chicago and Jesse," Beca said.
"Absolutely," Chloe said.
Dylan let out a cry, and Beca leaned down to comfort him.
"Come on," Chloe said. "Let's get you two home. I have to stop by my office first."
"Do you mind if we take the stairs?" Beca asked as she maneuvered Dylan's stroller away from the elevators."
"Only going up," Chloe said.
"Deal," Beca replied.
A/N: This fic was inspired by Anna Kendrick's video of her being stuck in an elevator. I already had a note to use the video idea for a Chloe!Firefighter fic. Then, RJRMovieFan submitted a Christmas prompt for the same idea, so because great minds think alike, this happened. I hope you enjoyed it.
#BeChloe#25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022#Christmas 2022#beca mitchell#chloe beale#benji applebaum#chicago walp#jesse swanson#bechloeislegit#BeChloe kid
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UNDERTALE BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND SCENARIOS
Halloween!
-TORIEL
Halloween with Toriel is a little boring to be honest.
She only hands out candy and watches kids movies with Frisk.
Her costume doesn't even match yours. She's a witch because it's the least scary thing she can think of. (She'll also get mad if you scare Frisk with your costume)
But this part is a little understandable because the only decor she has outside her house is spiderwebs and gravestones.
However, if this is what you're looking for, then Toriel is for you.
"So, (Y/n)! How do I look?"
-SANS
Halloween with Sans is always so much fun.
You two watch scary movies and later he hosts a Halloween party and all your friends are invited.
There's all sorts of Halloween themed games and desserts (thank you Muffet).
Costumes with Sans are always dirty. Something kids would think is innocent but not adults.
Such as the charger block and socket.
Or one time, Sans dressed up as a hotdog and made you dress up as a donut.
You two have fun with it though because this sort of shit is your style.
Or, if you two feel especially lasy, you'll just wear sweats and t-ahirts that say "Error 404, costume not found" and instead of throwing a party, if you two feel lazy, you'll just go around to Haunted attractions and stuff.
However sometimes you go trick or treating with Frisk and Toriel, and if he sees any bones, skulls, or whole ass skeletons as decor, he's going to be disturbed.
"hey, you humans sure do hate skeletons huh?"
-PAPYRUS
Papyrus HATES scary movies. So don't expect him to watch any on Halloween.
The only Halloween movie he'll watch is The Nightmare Before Christmas. (He loves Jack Skellington [Sans will watch it too])
Papyrus loves to pass out candy to little kids and go trick or treating with Toriel and Frisk.
He, like Sans, also gets disturbed when he sees skeletons laying around. Including Jack Skellington.
Papyrus is also extremely torn between three costumes.
A vampire, a pumpkin, and Jack Skellington.
He loves to wear capes and being a vampire is just an excuse to wear a cape, look cool and attractive, and sharpen his teeth.
He thinks he looks really good in orange and that's why he wants to be a Papyrus shaped pumpkin.
And then Jack Skellington is self explanatory.
So he switches between the three costumes every year. And you're happy to dress up with whatever he chooses.
"(Y/N) LOOK! JACK'S SUIT HAS A TAIL THINGY!"
-UNDYNE
Since Undyne is a piranha, she thought it was only right that she was a pirate.
You two absolutely DECK the house in booby traps to scare little kids.
(Toriel and Frisk don't visit during Halloween)
You both think it's funny scaring the shit out of kids.
Once "passing out candy" is over, you two watch scary movies.
But if there aren't any new ones to watch, you two will go Haunted houses or Sans's party instead.
"OH! GOOD IDEA (Y/N)! WHEN THE KID WALKS ONTO OUR LAWN, THE FAKE SPIDER WILL FALL FROM THE TREE AND SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF THEM!"
-ALPHYS
Alphys doesn't really want to participate in Halloween.
She likes to cuddle up to you when you two watch something scary.
But she's anti-social and doesn't want to pass out candy to kids or go to Haunted Houses.
The only thing she will do that involves going outside is go to Sans's party because she knows everyone there.
And the two of you dress up like mummies. Because that's the only Alphys can really agree to dressing up to.
"O-Oh! (Y-Y/n)! Friday the 13th is on! You wanna w-watch it with me?"
-METTATON
Mettaton knows he's sexy.
And what kind costume is sexy enough for Mettaton?
A vampire.
Ever since Mettaton came to the surface, he knew that vampires had a high sex appeal, and that's what he dresses up as every Halloween (he takes very good care of his costume btw).
He knows you like seeing him look so elegant too.
Mettaton wears that costume all day until he needs to recharge his battery.
You two spend the day watching monster romance movies because it's Halloween-y and he thinks they're cute.
You two don't pass out candy or go to haunted houses either, but you two do go to Sans's party.
Fashionably late of course.
To match Mettaton's sex appeal. You also to decide to dress up in something slutty. Either it be the devil, another vampire, or even a cat.
"(Y/N) DARLING, YOU LOOK ABSOLUTELY STUNNING! GLORIOUS! RAVENOUS EVEN."
-ASGORE
Asgore, despite being able to be a fearsome king, is quite scared of Halloween.
He doesn't like getting scared and he gets scared quite easily.
More easily then he would like to admit.
So when Halloween comes around, you two just stay inside and watch comedy movies instead.
He knows you like Halloween and apologizes for getting too scared.
However, you both still dress up. Your couples costume is a demon inspired one.
"Hey. I'm sorry we can't do anything Halloween-y except for dressing up..."
-GRILLBY
Grillby doesn't care for Halloween.
He doesn't get it and he doesn't see the point.
He lets you do Halloween activities by yourself while he takes care of Grillby's
"...have fun at the party."
-MUFFET
Muffet loves Halloween. She loves every holiday, but Halloween is her favorite.
Not only does she get to make holiday themes desserts, but this is the one time of the year where monsters have feel like they belong on the surface.
She doesn't dress up, but she definitely celebrates Halloween.
"Oh dearie! Look at these cute Pumpkin Donuts I made!"
-GASTER
Gaster, like Papyrus, also really likes the Nightmare Before Christmas.
But he also likes old horror movies. Like Dracula, Frankenstein, The Invisible Man, and The Wolf Man.
Black and white movies like that.
Gaster actually was the invisible man one year for Halloween, he created an elemental formula that allowed his bones to turn invisible.
You can bet he had funny teasing you that way.
However, he did figure out a way to make himself visible again.
Like Papyrus, Gaster switches between costumes.
Gaster will either be Dracula, Jack Skellington (when Papyrus isn't dressed up as him), The Invisible Man, or Victor Frankenstein.
You two visit everyone at the party, but don't stay for long.
Once you two get home, you'll pass out candy and watch old horror movies.
"☟︎♏︎ 🙵♏︎◻︎⧫︎ ♒︎♓︎⬧︎ ◻︎❒︎□︎❍︎♓︎⬧︎♏︎! ☟︎♏︎ ♎︎♓︎♎︎ 🙵♓︎●︎●︎ ♒︎♓︎❍︎ ♋︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♏︎■︎ □︎🕯︎♍︎●︎□︎♍︎🙵!"
(Translation: He kept his promise! He did kill him at ten o'clock!)
[Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day]
#undertale#boyfriend girlfriend scenarios#Halloween#toriel#sans#papyrus#undyne#alphys#mettaton#asgore#muffet#grillby#gaster#self insert
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A small rant about something that happened at work 🙄
We have a half day on Friday for Christmas so we were told the office will close at noon, but then early last week we got an email saying the company holiday party will also be Friday and it starts at 11:30.
There were no other details aside from mentioning lunch will be catered, but I assume the party will go later than noon, which is very weird that they planned it that way.
Anyway, I decided to take PTO that Friday morning. I know I won't be productive and since I travel for Christmas I'd rather use that time to prepare and relax before heading out. And I don't care if I miss the party.
But after I submitted my request I got a really strange email from my manager reminding me about the holiday party, saying that he wants our whole team to be there, and asking for a reason for my PTO request as if he was going to force me go if I didn't have a good enough excuse.
And I've never had to give a reason for PTO before.
I told him I'll be traveling that morning (I won't) but I think it's ridiculous to plan a last minute holiday party, at a time you told people the office will be closed, knowing you have employees who travel for the holiday, and then get upset when people can't make it. 🤨
#my coworkers take it so personally when i dont go to staff events#especially my manager#its nothing personal#but youre not my friend#and i dont want to hang out with you after work hours#this happened days ago but its been on my mind all weekend cuz its so weird#delete later
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"About the Blogger" meme
Thank u sm for tag @cruciomione!!
Star Sign(s): Cancer sun, Libra moon and Leo rising (i couldn't explain it i you asked, tho)
Favorite Holidays: Christmas and New Years i love how crazy people go about decorations and seems like there's no end to imagination. Also it's that time of the year i have the most delicious food and share quality time with my family. And New Years's so special bc i get to celebrate with friends and usually the parties are lit.
Last Meal: A strawberry delight crepe as a 'well done' gift from me to me or not dying during my exams and finishing them all, yayyy
Current Favorite Musician: i always find it hard to just mention one, so here goes my top three rn: coco jones, the maine and rbd (latin pop band).
Last Music Listened To: back to life by lawson. this one scratches my brain like no other.
Last Movie Watched: me and one of my closest friends do this list of christmas movies every year bc we love christmas movies, no matter how awful and cringe they are. last night i watched 'exmas' with leighton meester and robbie amell and i was surprised that it wasn't the worst, so it's a win in my book.
Last TV Show Watched: it was this week's episode of fellow travelers. jonathan bailey and matt bomer are breaking my heart in a million little pieces, but i think it worth it?? it's so so so sad and tragic but they do such a great job portraying hawk and skippy's story.
Last Book/Fic Finished: i wanted distract myself from my daily problems so i reread 'remember me, remebering you' by amiera_saphire on ao3 last weekend.
Last Book/Fic Abandoned: i prefer the term 'hiatus'. i have a jatp fic that i never really finished and the thought of it hunts me.
Currently Reading: a very boring article on managerial finance i have to write on by friday (my last assignment of the year, yay!). i hated it, so i came here to get enough endorfins to go back to it.
Last Thing Researched for Art/Writing/Hyperfixation: ships in the 1800's, also dresses of that time period so i can better my shitty description in my period fic. i only had an idea and a dream on that one.
Favorite Online Fandom Memory: uhh i think it was back in the cursed years (2020, eww) and after i watched julie and the phantoms i found some really good people here and on twitter. our day consisted in checking every news outlet about the show and pics, videos about them. also the fics were so incredibly good!! those were fun times.
Favorite Old Fandom You Wish Would Drag You Back In/Have A Resurgence: arrowverse when it was good, maybe? idk but olicity had a choke on me in a concerning way. but then it went bad, so bad, and i suffered through until arrow ended and stopped watching the shows.
Favorite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" but You Wish It Did: felicity. it's mainly bc it's such an old show and bc of that, no one is really talking about it anymore, but it was my shit when i 'discovered' back in college.
Tempting Project You're Trying to Rein In/Don't Have Time For: i'll quote @cruciomione about the multi chapter fics, i feel you! one shots are better for me bc i can just write my idea down.
i've been working on a multi chapter about a second chance/lovers-to-strangers-to-lovers. i love the angst i have panned out in my head lol maybe during the break it could revisit it.
loved doing this!!
tagging some ppl to do this too, only if you want!
@imliterallyjustablackgirl, @ethxocore, @laryssamedeirss, @vacationship, @ruethrills
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Ghost • Twenty One
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Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Angst, lots of Dumb Bitch Juice, Some Smut
Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC & Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado x OC
Word Count: 4,922
Kota
Ten Weeks Later
It was officially our 12th week of Top Gun, and two days before Christmas Eve, but even like school as kids, or like in the Academy, they gave us the next week and a half off for Christmas and New Years. I was excited to have this week and a half off to be able to spend with loved ones. I was pretty much extremely exhausted after each day at this point. Training hops, and classroom time were getting more and more intense as we neared the end of our time at Top Gun.
Our current rankings of our Top Gun class proved our little friend group was in it to win it. I honestly felt a lot of imposter syndrome. On one hand I knew I had what it took, to be first in the class like I'm currently sitting with Tate, but at the same time, I could never doubt the fact of who my family is, whether blood or not. I'm far too close with so many higher ups in the Navy that even I doubt myself at this point. I also felt bad because I know that it's always been Jake's dream to have his name on the Top Gun board, but it's also Tate's dream, and who am I to deny her that. It really weighs heavy on me sometimes.
It's Friday night, and as per usual our little friend group is meeting up at the Hard Deck for drinks and more fun. Jake and I had made the drive over to Tate and Javy's place in his truck, as all of us had decided to go together tonight. The four of us had waltzed our way into the Navy themed establishment the same as we had done every week. I do a little two finger Salute to Penny as we had walked by to claim our spot, with a few other Navy personnel and aviators, by the pool table and darts board. We pulled about 3 tables together to make our usual spot. "I'll be right back, I'm going to grab our first round of drinks from Penny!" I say running off to the crowded bar.
"Hey Kota!" Penny hollers over the music and chatter at the bar, while she finishes serving the customers that were there before I was. "Hey Pen!" I holler back and wait my turn. She serves 3 people their choice of beers or mixed drinks, before it's my turn. "The usual Kota?" she asks. I nod, "Yes please! Hey, did Ice invite you to our Family Christmas Dinner?" I questioned her. She grabs our first round of beers and slides the glass bottles across the bar to me, "He sure did, got the invite this morning actually." I grab my beer, taking a swig out of the bottle before wrapping a small bar napkin around it so I don't hand it off to one of the others accidentally.
"Are you going to invite the group there?" Penny asks, nodding her head towards Jake and Javy acting like fools, and Tate laughing at the both of them. "Actually yeah, for once I do plan on inviting those 3. It's kinda nice having people to invite on my own for a change." I chuckle lightly looking back over towards my group of goofy friends. "How much for the beers Pen?" She just shakes her head no to me, "They're on the house tonight dear. Go. Go have fun!" She nods her head towards the group again. "Thanks Penny!" I say grabbing our beers, and walking back over to the group. I set them down lightly on the table, before handing them all out minus mine, which is still wrapped in the napkin.
"What's going on over here?" I question referring to the goofiness that was transpiring just moments ago. "Just the boys being boys, as per usual!" Tate says cheerily. "Hey so uh, before we get too rowdy, or too invested in pool and darts tonight I wanted to ask you guys something." I say a little nervously. "What's up little buddy?" Javy asks, and I break a smile at the nickname. "That nickname is never going away huh Goliath?" I say, picking back up the nickname for Javy who towers like a whole foot taller than me. He laughs, and I shake my head, "Anyways, my family always hosts a huge Christmas party. Everyone that is family or cherished members of our lives gets invited, and well, I wanted to invite you 3, because you all mean the world to me."
I'm met with a chorus of, "We'd be honored to." I smile happily at my little found family. "I can't wait for this party, and for you guys to meet everyone!" I say significantly more excited now. "Everyone is hopefully going to be there, like all of Ice's and Mav's Top Gun buddies, and some extended family, I'm hoping Bradley will be able to make it too, I'd love for you guys to meet him!" They all gave me a shocked look when I mentioned all the different higher up Navy buddies that might be in attendance.
The rest of the night goes as per usual until about the last hour we are there. Jake chatted with Penny for a moment, before gathering our slightly tipsy little group around the piano of the Hard Deck. "Oh I see what you're doing Seresin!" I say catching on to what he's planning. I had told him the story of Mav, Bradley, and I gathering around this very piano when I was younger. I take my seat on the piano bench and play a few rifts to get the feel of it, while Jake saunters off to the jukebox, to unplug it from the wall. I look over to Penny at the bar, who just raises a beer in my direction, and I nod back to her.
Jake pulls the plug and we are met with a bunch of boos and groans now that the music has cut off. I play one more little rift before starting into Jerry Lee Lewis' - Great Balls of Fire. What I hadn't known before, was Bradley had gotten the invite from Ice as well, and was back in town, and just so happened to make his way into the hard Deck as I began playing rifts.
—
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much love drives a man insane
You broke my will but what a thrill
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire
I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny
You came along and you moved me, honey
I've changed my mind, this love is fine
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire
—
As I start the song, and am too focused on the piano, crowd, and my friends I fail to see Bradley snap his head in my direction as I play the song, that takes not only myself, but him as well back to our childhood.
—
Kiss me, baby
Mmmh, feels good
Hold me, baby
Well, I'm off to love you like a lover should
Oh, you're fine, so kind
Got to tell this world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine
I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs
I'm real nervous, but it sure is fun
Come on, baby, you're driving me crazy
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire
—
Jake kisses my temple as I sing the line "Kiss me, baby". and by the time I'm down the song to the line "Got to tell this world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine!" Jake is almost screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs making me blush instantly. Everyone but Bradley yells in unison, "Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!" As I finish the song, Bradley downs his drink, with an annoyed look on his face, as he watches Jake kiss my temple. He orders another drink sticking around for one more song, which I play You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' - The Righteous Brothers. Once the song ends he leaves, without me spotting him at all.
I take a huge swig out of my beer while the crowd cheers and hollers enjoying the musical performance I put on for the bar tonight. I finished off my musical serenade with the same song I had played and sung for Jake on the beach during our picnic date, Lay It Down - ILLENIUM, Krewella & SLANDER. The crowd once again erupts into cheers and hollers as I bow before hopping off the same platform that the piano was up on. I get some pats on the back as I walk towards the Jukebox to plug it back in for the bar patrons. I pick a random song, before my small group of friends and I walk back towards our spot by the pool table.
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Christmas Eve
"Jake, C'mon we're going to be late, and we still need to pick up Tate and Javy!" I yell, while waiting by the front door with the armful of gifts for my family and friends. Jake comes out of our room dressed in a button down, his jeans, and his Stetson. "Now you know I told you to dress comfy, you don't need to impress my family, they already love you, maybe even more than they love me." I say laughing. "Now we both know that isn't true, they still love you more." he replies. "But... while your pretty little hands are full—" he says before pinning me against the door, and kissing me with a needy passion.
When we split apart I cock my eyebrow up at him. "Seresin! Truck! Now! Please!" I say dramatically with desperation. He chuckles, taking the gifts from me, and walking them out to the truck, as I lock up the house. We picked up Javy and Tate, and made our way over to my parents house for the smaller Christmas Eve Party.
As we all approach the door, I can already hear the laughter of my younger cousins. I knock on the door before opening it. I call out, "Hey we're here!" I hear my mother call out, "Welcome in Kota! We're just in the living room!" I usher Jake, Javy and Tate in and shut the door behind us before leading them into the living room. I stop in my tracks, when I notice a familiar figure in the room. "Holy Shit, Bradshaw is that you?!" I say, shocked to see Bradley sitting in the living room with my family.
"Language!" I hear my elementary aged cousin Morgann yell at me. I bend down to give her a hug, "I'm sorry Momo, I'll watch the language." She hugs me back laughing. That precious little child-like laugh. Bradley slowly walks up to me, and my little group of friends. I stood again, frozen in front of him, taking in the fact he's here. "Kota, you look good," he says sheepishly. I take a few more steps towards him, before wrapping my arms around his waist, my face burying into his chest. "You're actually here." I say, whispering just loud enough for him to hear. "I am, and I'm sorry I've not kept in touch with you." he whispers back to me, hugging me back before we release each other.
"Bradley, this is Tate, My WSO." I say gesturing to Tate before gesturing to Javy, "Javy, Tate's boyfriend, and a friend of mine from the academy." Jake sets the presents down under the tree before approaching and wraps an arm around my shoulder, "And this is Jake, my boyfriend. Jake, Javy, Tate, this is Bradley, my childhood best friend." They all exchange pleasantries and hand shakes, before I introduce Javy and Tate to my mother Sarah. I notice a small expression of hurt on Bradley's face when I mentioned boyfriend, but I don't bring it up, not wanting to sour the mood of the holiday.
We all eat a small Christmas eve dinner, before we tuck Morgann into bed, telling her that if she doesn't get to sleep, then Santa won't be able to come to drop off presents to her. It took her no time to climb into her bed for the night, and cuddle up for sleep. Like every year, I read her the 'Twas the Night before Christmas pop up book. She was sound asleep before I had even finished the book. I place the book on the shelf and walk out to the living room again, where Ice and Sarah have matching pjs, and a gift bag for everyone in attendance.
One of our family traditions is that we all get a set of matching pajamas, and then we drink hot chocolate, sometimes spiked hot chocolate, and watch Christmas movies before we finish last minute present wrapping for the little kids that will be at the party tomorrow. After we all had changed into our matching pj's, Ice comes over with a phone in hand, and snaps a photo of Jake, Javy, Tate, Bradley and I all together on the couch watching The Grinch.
I look around at our little group, "We like to give our gifts to each other on Christmas Eve, so that tomorrow we can focus on all of the younger kids." I say before getting up to grab my gift for Jake, and Tate. "I uh, didn't know you were going to be here Bradley, so I'm sorry." I say referring to the fact that I didn't have a gift for him. He smiles softly, "That's alright Kota, I mean Sarah and I planned for me being here as our gift to you." Bradley replies back, rubbing the back of his neck.
I hand Jake a little box, and Tate a card, and wait impatiently as they both figure out who'd be opening their gift first, before eventually settling on Tate opening hers first. She hands me a small rectangular box, before opening her card. She reads over the card, before reading the little voucher that was inside said card, "I figured, to commemorate our time as Pilot and WSO together, we could celebrate with matching tattoos." Tate puts the voucher back in the card before setting it off to the side, and getting up to hug me tightly, "Oh Kota! That's such a thoughtful gift, I love it! Thank you!"
Jake nods towards the box sitting in my lap, "You first Darlin'." I nod and open my present from Tate. It's a gorgeous little black dress. "Tate!" I exclaim. "It's gorgeous!" She laughs, "Now you have at least one fancy thing in your closet that you don't have to rent for a night!" I start to laugh with her remembering back to the parent trap first date with Jake. Jake then opens the little box I had given him while Javy and Tate exchange gifts with each other.
Jake pulls out a small moon charm, with a K engraved into it. I whisper to him, "K for Kota, and because I'm the moon to your Sun." He holds it in his hand, admiring the beautiful charm, "Kota it's perfect!" He says back in a hushed tone. "I figured I could sew it onto your favorite jacket, or your Stetson." He smiles up at me, "I'd love that." He says beaming that million dollar pearly white smile to me, before he passes a super small box to me.
I open the box to reveal a jewelry box, and inside of that, I see a silver fighter jet pendant on a dainty silver chain. "Would you mind?" I say to Jake as I take the necklace out of the box, and hand it to him. "I'd love to, move your hair for me?" I nod, pulling my hair to the side so he could slip the silver chain around my neck, clasping it shut, as the fighter jet pendant now rests gently, about an inch below my collarbones. "Jake, Thank you, I love it!" I say before placing a kiss to his cheek. "You're Welcome Darlin'. Now you have a little piece of me wherever you go."
My mother clears her throat, before we all finish up with our gift exchanges. "We have one more gift for everyone." She says looking over to Ice before reaching out and taking his hand into hers. Every pair of eyes in the room remains focused on the two of them. At the same time, my mother and Ice hoarsely said, "I'm/He's cancer free." I fly up out of my seat and over to my parents, taking them both into a tight hug, "That's the best present of all!" I say as everyone else gathers around the 3 of us, all joining in to the group hug, although Bradley is sporting a puzzled look on his face, as he didn't know Ice had and now has beaten cancer.
Everyone heads off to their respective guest rooms for the night. Javy and Tate together, Morgann's family in the room with her, and Bradley in his own room, that we had given him when he was younger, since he spent so much time between our house and Mav's growing up even after Carole passed away. Jake and I made our way to my room, but I paused outside of the door, "Hey why don't you go ahead and go on in, I'm going to go chat with Brad for a moment." Jake nods, "You sure you don't need me to come with you?" I shake my head no, "No I'll be alright, just going to catch up with him for a little bit, and explain the Ice situation to him." Jake nods, as he points into my room, "I'm just in here Darlin' in case you need me." I chuckle, "Thanks Jake, I'll be back in a few minutes."
I pad my way down the hallways towards Bradley's old room, and upon reaching the door I knock on it softly. I hear some movement, and a moment later, a shirtless Bradley is opening the door to see who is outside of it. "Hey." I say softly, "Can we talk a minute?" He nods, opening the door, more allowing me to walk as he closes the door behind me, before walking over to the bed, and sitting down. I sat down next to him.
"How long?" he asks, his voice cracking just ever so slightly, asking about Ice. "We found out, about a week and a half after I started Top Gun, and that was about, maybe 9 weeks ago. I tried to call you, but I guess you didn't have service." He nods, "Yeah, I just got back from a deployment about a week or two ago." He says quietly. I hugged him tightly, "I've missed you." I say barely audible but just enough for him. "When do you leave again?" He hugs me back resting his head on mine, "On the 27th, have to be back in Virgina on the 28th." I sigh.
"So boyfriend, huh?" Bradley asks, and I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Yeah, I met him during the plebe summer when we were in the Academy." I chew on my lip, "He became one of my best friends, but he'd never replace you, but he did lessen the blow of not having you around. We just started dating about a month and a half ago. Before you ask because I know you will, yes he does make me happy." Bradley frowns hearing me speak about Jake filling the gap he left, thinking I'm not watching his reactions, but quickly swaps to a smile when he notices I'm looking at him again.
"I'm really happy for you Kota, and I'm glad you had him around for when I wasn't there. Hey uh, we should head to bed, maybe catch up more tomorrow?" I can tell he's upset, but I'm not going to push the issue, I nod, and make my way to the door leaving Bradley sitting on his bed. "Goodnight Brad, sleep well." I say before slipping out of the door, and back down to my room, to crawl into bed with Jake for the night. "How'd that go?" Jake asks once I'm settled into bed, and snuggled into his arms.
"Oh it went as I expected. Not 1000% perfect, but he's happy for us, or so he says." Jake cocks his head to the side, "What do you mean?" I shrug a bit, "He doesn't think I saw him, but he looked sad when I answered his question about us, but immediately changed his expression when I really looked at him." Jake nods, "Well nothing we can do about it tonight, but I would love to get to know him more, I wanna know all the good stories about you, when you were younger!" I playfully smack his chest softly, "Oh can it you! Keep acting like that, and Santa's going to bring you some coal!" I say laughing, as we laid in bed, and eventually fell asleep for the night.
—
Christmas Morning
Jake is still sleeping pretty hard, but I give him a soft kiss on the cheek, before walking out to the kitchen to grab some coffee. "Good morning Koty." I hear my parents say, as I pad my way sleepily into the kitchen. I mumble back a "g'morning" to them. I grab my favorite mug, and a mug for Jake, before grabbing the coffee pot and pouring us both some coffee. I nearly jumped out of my skin feeling a huge palm rest itself on my shoulder, almost dropping both mugs of coffee. "Woah sorry Kota, forgot you were jumpy after you just woke up." I hear the sleep ridden voice of Bradley say to me. "Almost made me lose my coffee, and my favorite mug!" I say pinching my eyebrows together. He just laughs at me, before grabbing his own mug and pouring himself his own coffee. I take that chance to swiftly make it back to my room, with Jake and I's coffees safely in hand.
Jake's awake, when I walk back into the room, softly kicking the door shut behind me. "Good morning Cowboy." I say while walking over to the bed and handing him the mug of coffee I got for him. "Good morning Darlin'." He replies back, voice filled with sleep and his southern accent coming out thicker. "Little Morgann is going to be awake soon, we should head out to the living room." He nods back to me, but not before grabbing the coffee out of my hand, setting it down on the nightstand and pulling me into his lap straddling him, my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling me into a needy kiss.
We made our way with coffees in hand, to the living room plopping down on the couch. Tate sits at the arm end of the sectional couch, Javy to her left, then Jake. I'm tucked into Jake's left side, his left arm wrapped around my shoulder. Ice and Sarah are sitting on the loveseat next to the couch. Bradley saunters in with coffee in hand as well taking a seat next to me, and before we know it little Morgie is running in leaving her parents behind, screaming happily that Santa came as she spots the presents under the tree.
Morgann spends the next hour ripping open her presents from everyone and Santa Claus. She was very excited to get a new squishmallow. I ended up getting her a little metal works model of an F-18 Super Hornet for her and I to build together later.
After Morgann finished opening all her gifts, she totes them all back to her room that she's staying in. Everyone else disperses to attend to our next little job of the day, my family and I get into the kitchen and start prepping the Christmas meal before the rest of the guests get here. Jake, Javy, Tate and Bradley all offer to help but Ice, Sarah and I decline their offer as they are guests today. We make a huge ham, some mashed potatoes, green beans, corn, some of mom's family's recipe of chicken noodles, rolls, and a roast.
The food is almost done so I run off to get ready for the party, Jake on my heels in case I need help. I quickly shower, throw some dry shampoo in my hair before styling, and then I put on the gorgeous dress Tate bought me. I walk out of the bathroom holding the dress tightly to my chest. "Cowboy, could you zip me up?" He trails featherlight touches down my back before grabbing the zipper and slowly zipping me up, making sure to not catch my skin in the zipper. I turn around taking in his outfit. He's wearing his black Stetson, with a dark Navy blue button down shirt, a nice pair of dark wash jeans and his cowboy boots. "Cowboy you look—" I trail off taking in the handsome man in front of me, "—so incredibly handsome."
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A few hours in, and the party is well involved. Mav and Penny are here, as well as everyone from Ice's Top Gun class, and a few others he's met while stationed at other bases. I'm standing with Jake, Javy, Tate and Bradley while we talk to Slider, his family, and Sundown and Merlin's families. I lean over to Jake, whispering, "Hey I need a few minutes, gonna go grab some air outside." He nods, whispering back to me, "Do you need or want me to come with you?" I shake my head no, "No, I'll be fine, please enjoy the party, I'll only be gone a few minutes." He nods again, softly kissing the top of my head before I walk over to Ice and explain the same thing to him.
I slip out the sliding glass door, and am immediately met with a small shiver as it's slightly colder in San Diego currently. I walk over to the fire pit, turning it on to warm up. About 5 minutes later I hear the door open and close, and before the person can get over to me I can already tell who it is. The wind blows wafting his musky cologne in my direction, and without looking up I call out, "Hey there Stud." I always imagined Bradley and I would've ended up like Carole and Nick. He approaches, saying, "Hey there Honey."
He takes up the spot next to me, and I lean against him for the extra warmth. I look up at him sadly, and just above a whisper, my voice cracks, "You left, and then stopped talking to me." I feel his shoulders drop, "Honeybee I'm sorry, I never intended to stop talking to you, I just got through basic and then deployed almost immediately and by the time I wanted to reach out, it had been so long, I didn't know how to speak up." I sigh, "You know I almost gave up my dream, because I had lost contact with you?" He looked over to me saddened, "I found out after you went to the Academy, Ice called one day telling me about it."
"So you and Jake huh?" I nod, "Yeah he makes me happy." I look over to the fire for a moment before looking back into those honey brown eyes, "I always pictured us together you know, thought we'd end up like your parents." He wraps an arm around me, "You know we still could?" I shake my head no, "No, I would never leave him for no reason, I can't do that Bradley." I turn off the fire pit wanting to get back inside to Jake, "We should head back inside, it's a little cold out here." I say getting up, leaving Bradley by the fire pit.
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A few more hours later and the party is finally dying down. Jake, Javy, Tate and I go around saying our goodbyes. I give Bradley an extra long hug, "Please keep in touch Stud, I really do miss you, no matter how awkward it may feel." He nods, humming a mhmm to me, "I will Honey, I promise."
We drop Tate and Javy off at their house, and before we pull out of their driveway, I reach over and pull Jake's cowboy hat off his head, plopping it down on mine while he's too busy to do anything about that. He stammers shocked about what just happened, "Uh Kota, you uh..." I chuckle at him with the biggest boost of confidence I could muster, and in a sultry voice I say back, "No I didn't know about the football Jersey rule," I pause a moment, "But I know all about the cowboy hat rule." He turns to look at me quickly, I throw him a wink, and I swear that man almost broke every traffic law in existence, to get us home fast enough to act on my new found confidence.
It took us no time to get in the door, his hat still sitting pretty atop of my head, he pulled me into another passionate, needy kiss, and I can feel just how needy he really is, as his body is pressed against mine. When we pull away, I breathlessly say, "Merry Christmas Cowboy." That was all he needed to hear, as clothing items were swiftly removed, each step of the way, as we made our way to the bedroom as quickly as possible. The need for each other was rapidly growing more and more desperate as we got closer to the bedroom. Safe to say, that was one rowdy Christmas night to remember.
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i fear this place
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pairing - valkyrie x sylvie
rating - teen and up (haunted houses, au- high school, little punching action)
word count - 1,497
summary - “actor at a haunted house/person who punches the actor in the face” AU
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Valkyrie was never an irrational person. Wasn't a scaredy-cat. One to back down from a challenge. She grew up with Thor, Loki, and Hela. She could handle anything.
Right?
"Okay…" Bruce drew out as he looked around the room. "Hmm. Valkyrie! Truth or dare?"
"Really? Okay, um. Dare. Hate truth. Whatchu got?"
Hela leaned over and whispered something in Bruce's ear. Then she pulled away, smirking. The boy lit up like a Christmas tree. "I dare you to go to a haunted house with me and the Odinsons."
"Yeah, okay. Easy enough." Valkyrie put on a smile. But, on the inside, she was freaking. Nothing scared her worse than all the horrors of Halloween stuffed into a labyrinth of rooms. The holiday was bad enough on its own, even if it included getting free candy. Despite being a tough woman, she had her share of fears.
The siblings nodded consecutively, all grinning like madmen. Since it was her turn, she tilted her head towards Carol. "Okay, Captain Marvel, truth or dare?"
Bruce glided over next to her in the lunch line. Of course, the one day she didn't pack a lunch. "I found a haunted house that fits our schedules." She had honestly hoped the junior forgot about her dare. Apparently not.
"Great. When?"
"This Friday, after school. I can text you the rest of the details. I have to go meet Thor."
"For your mid-day hook-up?" Valkyrie asked casually, looking over the menu options. Everything sounded disgusting.
Bruce blushed. "No. He needs help with English. We're not dating. I don't understand why I need to tell you guys all the time."
She side-eyed him as they moved up in line. "You two have eye-sex every time you look at one another. It's honestly annoying that you won't just bone and get it over with."
He blushed deeper, turning a dark cherry red. "I'm gonna go. I'll text you!" The raven-haired man rushed away.
"Yeah, you do that." She said sarcastically, mumbling under her breath. Looking up at the lunch lady, she took a deep breath.
"And what can I get for you today?" The older woman inquired, cheerfully.
"Do we really have to do this?" Valkyrie, Bruce, Thor, Hela, and Loki all stood in front of The House of Hauntings with a little sign underneath that said: "We Haunt."
"Unless you want to be a chicken. First one all school year." The slender one in green stated.
"Shut up, Loki. You say 'school year' because you are the only one to call chicken this year. On asking Mobius out? Do you remember that?" Hela scoffed at her sorry excuse of a brother.
The youngest curled in on himself, looking down at the ground. He mumbled something no one caught.
"Anyway," Bruce spoke into the silence, training his eyes back on the makeshift haunted house. "Let's go, shall we?"
They walked forward, towards a table selling tickets for entry.
"How many in your party?" The teen asked, obviously bored.
"Five," Thor stated like he was talking to a child, which Valkyrie supposed he was.
The young man looked up slowly like he had all the time in the world. "Twenty-five dollars."
The blonde fished out a twenty and a five, holding out the bills, which the teenager was quick to take. "Entry is at the end of that path." He pointed loosely behind his person, at a dirt pathway.
"Thank you." Bruce was pushing them along, eager to get inside.
Coming across a door and a knight, they stopped. "Do you think there's someone in there?" Loki asked.
"Maybe," Hela responded, sporting a sly grin that her sibling didn't seem to see.
"Do you wish to find out?" The person inside asked, sounding extremely annoyed.
Loki jumped, pushed the door quickly, and rushed inside.
Hela laughed hysterically, high-fiving the knight and then following the sophomore inside.
Valkyrie didn't want to admit it, but she jumped a little too.
The rest of the group trailed into the house, stumbling through curtains of fake cobwebs.
As they ventured through the rooms, they came across a vampire, a werewolf, a tarantula - like an actual tarantula - and a variety of other beasts. But the one that stood out the most was a clown, covered in blood.
The brunette was never a great person to be around when she saw a clown. Ever since Loki made her watch all three IT movies with him, she was never the same. She hated sewer drains, couldn't face the wall when sleeping, and just despised going into her mom's basement.
So when a clown lunged at her from the darkness covered almost head to toe in blood, she did what any sane person would.
Valkyrie, real name Brunhilde, drew her fist back and hit the horrid creature with as much force as possible.
Everyone turned at the sound of a crack echoing around the room. What they saw was a clown, blood flowing strongly from its very broken nose, and their friend since early childhood, standing there with a very angry expression on her face, hand still up and pulled back.
They just stood there in pure shock until the clown let out a quiet whimper and whispered, "Ow."
Two people rushed in holding a green box with a red cross on it. Kneeling, one of them opened it and grabbed gauze. "Holy shit, Sylvie. Are you okay?" The other one asked.
Thor pulled Valkyrie back, out of the way as the clown- Sylvie, answered. "I'm, fine. I think. Not the first time I've had my nose broken." The bleeding slowed gradually as other workers came and dragged the group outside.
Valkyrie was still slightly mad, but mostly just felt bad for hitting an innocent employee just doing her job. Bruce and the others stood aways away, talking to the person who ran the haunted house.
Someone tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up and saw a beautiful blonde woman, the top of her hair tied up in a bun. She was also sporting a splint on her nose.
"Oh, no. You're the one I hit. Sylvie, right?"
Sylvie nodded and asked, "Can I sit?" It came out all nasally.
"Yeah, sure." The blonde sat down beside her on the curb, wrapping her arms around herself.
"It's so cold out here."
"It's October. Why don't you have a jacket?"
Sylvie shrugged. Valkyrie shook her head and took off her windbreaker, handing it over. "I'm Valkyrie by the way."
"Thanks." The shorter paused, pulling on the coat. "That's a cool name. Isn't it also the name of a powerful woman warrior from Norse mythology?"
"Yeah, I think that's why my mom named me it. I guess I'd have to ask."
They sat there in a comfortable silence, listening to the sound of wind whistling through the trees and the group mumbling to the side.
"Is your nose okay?"
"Yeah, it just stings."
"I'm sorry. Clowns just freak me out a little."
"It's alright, but, only a little? That's the hardest I've ever been hit, and I get into a lot of fights. Kinda impressed actually."
Valkyrie pinkened. "Thanks. I don't hit a lot of people, just Loki when-"
Said man came up and interrupted them, "Sylvie! Are you alright? I've never seen Valkyrie punch so hard."
Valkyrie turned to him, debating between glaring or being surprised. "You know her?"
"Oh, yeah. We're in the same martial arts class. I would have come over sooner, but you guys were busy flirting. Didn't want to interrupt. Anyway, the guy wants to know if you're pressing charges."
Sylvie's brows drew together. "What? Of course not. It was her way of expressing fear. Plus, it was kinda hot, so. Wouldn't want to ruin that."
Valkyrie turned toward her, eyes wide. "What?"
The blonde smiled. "It was. Can't deny the truth…"
The taller just stared at her.
Hela, Thor, and Bruce came over. "Alright, well. There wasn't any damage to property, so we're free to go." The oldest announced. She glanced down at the scene. "Or to just stare for hours. That works too.
Sylvie smiled wider. Getting up, she offered her hand to the woman still on the ground. Valkyrie took it, pulling herself up.
"I have to go but, can I have your number?"
The brunette swallowed but pulled out her phone. She gestured for Sylvie to hand over hers, which she did.
Valkyrie called her to make sure she had the right number, before handing it back.
Sylvie started to walk away, but she called back, "I'll call you!"
"Please do that!" She shouted back. Then, turning back to her friends and seeing their expressions, she said to them, "If any of you say a word, I will slit your throat."
They all nodded, knowing she would definitely would follow through on that promise.
As the group walked back to the car, Valkyrie smiled down at her phone.
It wasn't the worst Halloween experience she's ever had.
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Guilty pleasure? Spicy Nik Naks or Scampi Fries. I fill the car with them.
Where is home? A detached Edwardian family house in Chesham, Buckinghamshire, with my wife Rachel and our three sons, aged five, seven and nine.
Career plan B? A journalist – I spent six months working on local newspapers in Sussex.
Who would play you in a movie of your life? Shane MacGowan – it’s the teeth.
Biggest bugbear? People’s addiction to their mobile phones.
As a child you wanted to be… The Liverpool footballer Ian Rush. I was a fan from the age of six.
Secret to a happy relationship? Marry the right person.
Your best quality? Making the best use of my time.
And your worst? Schadenfreude.
Most romantic thing you’ve ever done? Getting married – it’s not so much the proposal or the ceremony, but the commitment that marriage represents.
Last meal on earth? I don’t mind as long as it includes plenty of sausages.
Dream dinner-party guest? Rather than risk inviting some famous person from history, who I might not get on with, I would just have my friend [fellow comedian] Tim Key.
Advice to teenage self? Don’t cut your hair. It was quite long until I was 16 and I would have liked to keep it that way for a bit longer.
Cat or dog? Definitely dog, but with three young children it would be too much.
On a day off we’d find you… On a long, aimless walk around the Chilterns, which are on my doorstep.
Starstruck moment? Meeting Harry Hill for the first time backstage at a gig about 15 years ago. He’s a hero of mine.
Big break? Winning a Christmas cracker joke writing competition. My entry was, ‘Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday – ah, those were the days.’
Career highlight? Recording a performance by my band the Horne Section at the London Palladium earlier this year for a TV show.
Most embarrassing moment? Being made to sit on a cake wearing no trousers by Liza Tarbuck in the last series of Taskmaster.
Favourite tipple? I’m getting into single malt whisky.
Hangover cure? Go back to bed and have more sleep.
Top of your bucket list? To go up in a hot air balloon or a helicopter.
Secret skill? Wood carving.
One thing that would make your life better? An extra month between August and September.
Philosophy? It doesn’t matter – in other words, don’t take things too seriously.
Biggest lesson you’ve learnt about money? Listen to my wife. I’m very bad when it comes to finances.
Where would you time travel to? I did classics at university so would go to Ancient Rome to find out how Latin was actually spoken.
First record you bought? Kylie Minogue’s first album, Kylie.
Most extravagant purchase? A gypsy caravan on Ebay that I planned to use as an office. When it arrived it was just four feet high, so that didn’t work out.
Best present you ever received? Gary, a life-size gorilla made of resin that my manager gave me last year.
Biggest fear? Sharks – I’m sure they’re going to get me one day.
Celebrity crush? Carol Vorderman.
Happiness is… The anticipation of having a fry-up.
Source- it's from the Daily Mail. I clicked so you don't have too.
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TW: Sexual coercion, stealthing, women on contraception.
A friend of mine, E, is getting married in a month's time. Last weekend was her twice-postponed hen do (owing to the 'vid pandemic), arranged meticulously by her best friend, B. We stayed in a glorious Airbnb, with the Friday night involving games, a piñata, an outdoor jacuzzi and karaoke. Late Saturday afternoon, we went to the cocktail-making class which one of the hens, E's colleague, had booked.
During this, I went over to speak to B and A. I caught the tail end of B saying '...as soon as I came off them, I was fine. My body went back to normal'. She explained to me they were talking about contraception, then asked what my favourite form was. My initial response was: 'My personality does the trick!' before I told them that I'd been on a couple of contraceptive pills in the past which had led to multiple ruptured ovarian cysts, involving agonising pain and being rushed to hospital from work. These have always coincided with me either beginning the medication or ceasing it. Just over eleven years ago, I had an Implanon inserted into my upper arm which did prevent pregnancy when I was r*ped shortly afterwards however, six months later (having been celibate for that entirety), I had a period which didn't stop. When I went back to my GP surgery, they opted to put me back on the Pill for three months, AS WELL AS still having the Implanon in my arm. This prescription ran out just before that Christmas and when my period started that December, it didn't stop once again. I returned to my GP surgery in January 2012 and had been bleeding for six weeks by that stage. This time, I saw my usual female GP and she booked me in to have the Implanon removed and tested me for anaemia, given my prolonged menstrual bleeding.
I also disclosed to B and A, hesitantly, that I'd always been pressured into going on the Pill because every partner wanted to 'fuck [me] without a condom'. I used to be uncomfortable with asserting boundaries and instead of standing up for myself, I went along with it: visiting my GP, discussing different Pill options (ruling out any that could interact with my epilepsy medication) and taking contraceptive Pills as prescribed, purely so that my partner could relinquish any responsibility with regards to to sexual health or unwanted pregnancy in pursuit of his own pleasure. B confessed that her husband kept complaining about having to wear a condom after the birth of their second child four months ago. I suggested that her husband could go on hormones or get the snip if condoms bother him so much. A sneered that men don't want to go on contraceptive Pills because of the side effects, to which I replied: 'So it's fine for women to deal with headaches, migraines, nausea, weight fluctuation, mood swings, ruptured cysts, disrupted periods, acne, changes in libido and who knows what else?' She could only shake her head.
This conversation would've sobered me up, had I not already been drinking mocktails. Having not seen most of these women since our late teens when we were in sixth form, here we were at E's hen party thirteen years on, voicing our disheartening and disenchanting experiences with male partners pressuring us to sacrifice our body's natural hormone levels in order for them to enjoy 'raw' sex. Following instances of my last partner withholding contraception (telling me he'd put on a condom when he hadn't/ removing condoms without my knowledge or consent), meaning I had to seek emergency contraception, I've been celibate for over a year now and honestly? I have no desire to fall off that wagon. Often, I felt like I was just chronically unlucky when it came to this, yet clearly women everywhere share similar experiences. The hen party drove home that even in 2022, women are still expected to aspire to and prioritise events such as engagement and marriage to a man. There are separatism women's movements in Japan and South Korea for women who are sick of dealing with this nonsense. Perhaps it's time that women everywhere followed their lead. In fact, it's long overdue.
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Easter. My mother and I continue to do holidays on our own. I went a day early because she works tomorrow. Hadn't been since mid-February - not on purpose, just how it worked out, though I did like it that way, and didn't really even feel like going today.
My father's birthday was last week, and I wasn't sure what to do about that. Usually he'd have a party. Now, not only are he and my mother not talking, but apparently he had some kind of fight with his family a while back, and now they're not talking to him either. Feeling a little sorry for him, I thought about offering to take him out to eat or something - if I had money. I did not, however, have any money at the time. I also still felt bad about the mess he'd made last year and the ongoing unresolved situation between him and my mother. I just texted him birthday wishes and that was that.
Then it was his mother's birthday. I tried calling a couple of times, to no answer; never heard back.
Again, I never heard anything from his family about Easter.
I was mostly happy with how all this worked out. In the worst of times, I'd get saddled with a sickening amount of family gatherings this time of year. This time, I hardly had to have so much as a conversation about any of it.
With my mother, things can go all kinds of ways, of course. But one day with her is a much smaller minefield.
As always, I ran a little late, though within a tolerable zone. I didn't get as much sleep as I needed, a bit depleted by a busy week I'd partly but not entirely recovered from yesterday. I was about as efficient as I could be, but, broke again (I'd worked so hard to get a long project done in hopes I'd get paid for it Friday! but guess it'll be Monday), I tried to squeeze in a couple of online surveys to give me enough points to redeem in case I needed to stop for air or gas (didn't need to, waste of time).
My father was there, which felt a bit awkward and wrong but not entirely unexpected. My mother had mentioned she wasn't sure if he'd be there or not. I wondered why she would even consider it - there's no reason she should need to include him in her holidays at all. I reminded her of how upsetting his presence was to her on Christmas. She said she was over it. He wasn't really bothering her anymore, and she didn't feel as stressed.
They acted oddly everything's-back-to normal, both in relatively good spirits, talking to each other even. I asked my mother if they were talking again...? She said no, it was just a truce for the holiday. I wondered, given the way that he was, if this could be a slippery slope.
He left pretty quickly after dinner, which was ideal. I don't know if he's still playing poker, but he is back to work and busy with that.
My mother and I had dessert, went for a walk with the dog, and looked through some old pictures, mostly from Italy. I collected some of them to take home and scan to my computer - I hardly had anything from Italy. Felt a bit defensive when she wanted to see what I'd selected, not wanting her to judge my choices, and waved away the attempt with assurance I'd bring them back. I should've not worried and let it be - a little something to work on still.
As she went through the box, picking and choosing what was and wasn't worth showing, she passed over a picture of a sunset I'd taken when I was ten years old. It was outside a store, and we'd both marveled at it, and I'd grabbed her camera to take a picture. She snapped at me about why I was wasting film on a picture like that. I didn't understand. It was beautiful, as she clearly agreed. But for my parents, pictures were supposed to be of people, or at worst concrete places (and then, restricted by certain standards of significance or conventional beauty). The same thing came up when I asked for and got a camera in high school - and then never used it to take pictures of the family. They made so many completely normal things about me feel like something weird and wrong. Needless to say, I don't share my pictures with them.
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