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flowerbinniee · 4 years

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et sanguinem flos petalis [teaser] - peter parker

title: et sanguinem flos petalis

summary: first loves are never easy, especially when they have the power to kill you.

pairing: one-sided peter x reader, peter x mj

word count: 733

warning(s): swearing, blood, dying character, angst, one-sided love, the hanahaki au that no one asked for.

a/n: i’ve had this in my docs for the longest time and was scared of posting it. oh well, here goes nothing.

“No,” you murmur in horror as your friends stare at the bloodied rose petals in your palm. Not here. Why did it have to be here?

“Y-Y/N? Are those rose petals?” Betty asks, her eyes wider than Brad’s basketball. “Wh-Why are you… coughing up rose petals?” You’ve reached the point of no return, my little petal. You have no choice now.

“I-I…” You scrambled for some sort of excuse, a lie, but there wasn’t one. The voice in your head was right: you don’t have a choice. You have to face it. “There’s this disease. It’s called, uh, Hanahaki—”

Realization washes over MJ, and her shoulders slump. “Who is it?”

The sting of tears burns the back of your eyes as more petals and droplets of blood fell to the tile floor beneath your shoes. “M-MJ, please under-understand that I d-didn’t want y-you find out this way… I-I never—” Your apology dies on your lips as you meet her eyes. Flames of rage were rampant behind the dark brown irises.

“Would you rather us find out after you were already dead? Because you were too much of a coward to face me? Face him?” Her words tore at your heart, but she was right. You are a fucking coward.

Another suffocating cough sends more petals into the open air between the two of you. “There are o-other options,” you tell her as blood drips down your chin. “I-I wouldn’t have to die.”

“That surgery isn’t always successful, Y/N! And you’d have no capacity for any kind of romantic love or any memory of him when you woke up. Do you really want to put him through that?”

“H-He’s got you,” you weakly defended. “He’ll be okay.”

A low growl rouses from her throat, and she clenches her fists by her side. “God, I want to fucking punch you. You really want to keep it from him, don’t you? You would rather have him watch you die than tell him you’re so in love with him that it’s literally killing you.”

“There’s no other way.”

“Yes, there is!” She shouts, gaining the attention of some people around you. One of which includes a certain brunette. “Tell him, Y/N! Tell Peter, or I will.”

“Tell me what?” Of fucking course.

“Peter,” you murmur, eyes locked on his form. “H-Hey.” You feel him search your face until he spots your bloodied chin.

“Holy shit, Y/N, you’re bleeding! What happened?” Those innocent doe eyes reflect concern for your well-being, and you want to hate him for it. But you can’t. He cups your jaw in his hand and swipes at the blood with his thumb. “Are you okay?”

You nod. “Yeah, Pete. Of course. I just coughed a little too hard, I guess.” You avoid eye contact with MJ over her boyfriend’s shoulder.

“I’ll say,” his little laugh stirs up the flowers in your stomach.

“She’s lying. She’s nowhere near fine.” Peter whips his head around to face his girlfriend, eyebrows raised.

“MJ,” you protested. She shakes her head.

“Y/N, I told you to tell him, or I would.” She focuses her attention on Peter. “Do you remember that disease I told you about, Hanahaki?” He takes a moment to think before nodding.

“That’s the one where the victims cough up flower petals until they die, right?” He watches the stoic, angry girl reach down and scoop the handful of bloody rose petals from the floor, showing them to him. He stares at them in the same unsettling horror that Betty did when she first saw them. He slowly turns to face you again. “That’s what she wanted you to tell me?”

Not having the courage to look at him, you stare at the droplets of your bloods that spattered across the floor.

“B-But that’s for people who have an unrequited love—“ He cuts himself as he continues to stare at you. “Who is it?”

“Peter,” you say. His expression turns stony as you evade the question.

“Tell me who it is, Y/N.”

“Knowing is only going to make you feel worse,” you try to tell him.

“I get enough of that bullshit from Fury! Tell me who it is; tell me who is literally causing you to die,” his fists clench just like MJ’s did, and fear presses down on your heart like the weight of the roses growing inside of you.

“Y-You.”

#emmy teases 🎶#emmy writes 🎶#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #peter parker imagine #peter parker angst #peter x mj #spideychelle

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riathenowheregirl · 5 years

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Gold Dust Women: My Favorite Witchy Singers

Okay, before you burn me alive with “Where’s this certain artist?!” or “Why is this certain artist not here?!” or “Who even uses Tumblr these days?”, uhmmm me bish?? It’s my safe zone. Okay, the last question was a joke.

Can I just say that the amazing women on this list are artists I listen to all the time. They’re my favorites, so chill (I’m open for suggestions tho). This is not Rolling Stone or Billboard magazine, it’s just ya girl’s good ol’ tumblr blog. Also, I’m not saying that all of them are literal w i t c h e s, it’s just that they portray the same aesthetic through their art and music.

Alright, now that’s settled, let’s start.

1. STEVIE NICKS

Do I even need to explain this? Stevie is undoubtedly the Etheral Queen of them all, the Pioneer, the O.G. Supreme whose lyrical soul and spellbinding voice echoes from the distant past to the inevitable future. Everything about her oozes with witchcraft and magic starting from her iconic top hat, to her millions of intricately made shawls, down to her platform boots. Only Stevie Nicks could pull off such Not-of-this-Era outfits and she has been doing it CONSISTENTLY. She’s in a timeline of her OWN. If you listen to her music, you would notice that every song of hers is poetry, like she’s telling a story or conjuring the unknown. She’s every witchy woman’s icon and that’s a fact.

Stevie is an untouchable yet gracious legend, we’ll always be a part of her sisterhood until the day of earth’s decay. Forever the Queen of Rock N’ Roll.

Current Favorite Stevie Lyrics: “ You can fly swinging from your trapeze, scaring all the people...but you'll never scare me.” | “Once in a million years a lady like her rises. Oh no, Rhiannon, you cry, but she's gone and your life knows no answer.”

Notice how I used the word “current”? Because it always changes depending on the state my life. Here’s a more detailed post on why I love her.

2. KATE BUSH

“Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home, I'm so cold! Let me in through your window!”

The eccentric beauty, Kate Bush made a genius, artistic move by writing a song about the book, Wuthering Heights, written by Emily Brontë in the 1800′s. Mind you, she was only 18 when she wrote and was the first song written by a female artist that landed on top the charts. Her voice is almost as distinctive as Stevie Nicks. While Stevie’s more nasal, commanding, wailing rock n’ roll goddess, Kate’s voice was high-pitched, alarming, ghostly, queer, and fairy-like. Everything about her is Performance Art. This is a woman who is not afraid to express herself.

For starters, you might think her music is strange and weird. Trust me, I felt the same way when I first heard her songs. But then, it began to grow on me leaving floral patterns on its path.

Favorite Kate Bush Lyrics: “Do you want to feel how it feels? Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me? Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making? You, it's you and me.”

3. FLORENCE WELCH

This one is as obvious as Stevie Nicks. Florence Welch from the band, Florence + the Machine, is a poetess, a screaming banshee, and a full-pledged Sister of the Moon. She even started a witch coven during middle school. From her red carpet looks to her everyday outfits on Instagram, Florence vibrates powerful witch energy. Not to mention she has a song called “Which Witch” and that haunting music video for Big God with levitating women. Flo is not a woman to trifle with, I’ll tell you that.

Photos courtesy of @lillieeiger

In all her songs, Florence will bind you with magic and it’ll leave you breathless. If Stevie’s songs are poetry, hers are spells you could sing out loud. Also, if you haven’t seen her house tour, go check it now!

Favorite Florence Welch Lyrics: “'Cause I am done with my graceless heart so tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart.” | “And in a moment of joy and fury I threw myself in the balcony like my grandmother so many years before me.”

4. LANA DEL REY

Remember when Lana used witchcraft to hex Donald Trump? It was all over the news and Twitter went wild. She was later quoted saying, “I really do believe that words are one of the last forms of magic and I’m a bit of a mystic at heart.” Oh, and she also did a collab with Stevie.

We. Stan. Forever.

There was even a time that I MEMORIZED the monologue in the music video for Ride. ALL OF IT, HUNNY.

Lana’s hypnotizing vocals together with her sixties baby doll dresses and Priscilla Presley hair is enough to convince me that she’s not of this era. She has a deep understanding of the beauty of past generation and the looming sadness and nostalgia that comes with it. Whenever I listen to her music, I imagine myself as a rockstar’s muse who is involved with the mafia but then I decided to leave him while taking his gun and convertible. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Favorite Lana Del Rey Lyrics: “Well, my boyfriend's in the band. He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed. I've got feathers in my hair, I get down to Beat poetry. And my jazz collection's rare, I can play most anything.”

5. LORDE

David Bowie didn’t call her the “future of music” for nothing. Just two albums under her belt, Lorde already proved that she will one day become a legend herself. Her music narrates an unparalleled interpretation of the anguish and fleeting charm of our youth. She knows what we’re feeling because she’s been there herself and is on the road to healing just like us.

I think the message she’s trying to say is that we’re constantly losing grip on our innocence, and that life is often wicked so we need to accept that, grit our teeth, get on with it, and make art. She can also see color when she hears music.

In my opinion, Lorde is one of the greatest artists of my generation.

Favorite Lorde Lyrics: “The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy till all of the tricks don't work anymore, and then they are bored of me.” | “That slow burn wait while it gets dark, bruising the sun, I feel grown up with you in your car. I know it's dumb.”

6. FKA TWIGS

Honestly, FKA Twigs is literally art in living form, a celestial angel that nobody can easily decipher. This woman has more talent in her fingertips than I could ever have in a lifetime. She somehow reminds me of a young Kate Bush; fearless, experimental, with an intoxicating voice. She never stops reinventing herself and it’s beautiful.

In FKA Twigs’ world, there are no limits, just endless galaxies. She pours her whole being in all of her songs and it shows. She’s not for the faint of heart, let me tell you that.

Favorite FKA Twigs Lyrics: “And I don't want to have to share our love. I try but I get overwhelmed. All wrapped in cellophane, the feelings that we had.”

7. SKOTT

I say this all the time, but I cannot write without Skott’s music blasting on my earphones. She grew up in a “forest commune run by outcast folk musicians” and was not exposed to contemporary music until her teen years. You would notice it in her songs.

It’s hard to explain why, but listen to Skott’s music when there’s thunder and rain outside, then you’ll know why this woman is witchy. I kind of want her to be more popular and known, but then again, I also want to keep her to myself. Scratch that, LISTEN TO SKOTT’S MUSIC NOW.

Start with Glitter & Gloss.

Favorite Skott Lyrics: “Like an empty canvas, hear me cry. Like a masterpiece, I'm in your eyes. Now your colors are in front of me, we're a picture-perfect oddity.”

8. FIRST AID KIT

I fell in love with this sister duo when I first heard their song, Emmylou, while browsing YouTube. It’s one of those moments of instant magic. Klara and Johanna Söderberg are a coven of their own. I would describe their music as “Woodland Folk laced with runes and wild flowers”.

Their voices compliment each other so much that it reminded me of Simon & Garfunkel (they even performed their own version of America in front of Paul Simon!!!). First Aid Kit has this Woodstock seventies vibe, and you know me, I live for that sh*t.

Favorite First Aid Kit Lyrics: “ When I run through the deep dark forest long, after this begun, where the sun would set, the trees were dead and the rivers were none. And I hope for a trace to lead me back home from this place, but there was no sound there was only me, and my disgrace.”

9. ZOLA JESUS

Zola Jesus’ music deserves to be played with an orchestra inside an abandoned castle in Transylvania while it gently rains and you’re wearing a white nightgown as you roam its empty halls. Is that too much?

Not at all.

Like Skott, I listen to Zola whenever I’m having writer’s block. If I ever finish my book, I’m gonna have to thank them.

Favorite Zola Jesus Lyrics: “I'm on my bed, my bed of stones, but in the end of the night we'll rest our bones, so don't you worry. Just rest your head cause in the end of the night we'll be together again.”

10. ZELLA DAY

Photo Credits to Harper Smith

I LOVE ZELLA DAY’S MUSIC OH MY GOODNESS. My favorite songs of her are Sweet Ophelia, Hypnotic, Man on the Moon, and Hunnie Pie. ESPECIALLY HUNNIE PIE. I cry whenever I hear that song. It’s just so pure, calming, and beautiful.

Her music belong in the psychedelic era.

People labeled her as the “happier version of Lana Del Rey” but I think she’s in a league of her own. She deserves more recognition, honestly!

Favorite Zella Day Lyrics: “The older we get there's an ocean of people in places we've chosen and you know how mama keeps saying “we've gotta stop the games we're playing””.

Hope you guys approve of my list! I really like sharing stuff that I love! Feel free to message me for more suggestions, I’d really appreciate to know more witchy artists out there. We’re all in a huge coven of sisterhood.

Thanks for reading!

Love,

Ria 🌙

P.S.

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dc41896 · 5 years

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Adventures In Babysitting

Warnings: None (Fluff again!)

Word Count: 4,212 (sorry if it’s too long)

A/N: Hey guys! Just wanted to say that I hope you like it! :)

“Florian! Why would you do that?!” you yell looking at your best friend, “You knew that supply drop was mine and you took it!! Now I don’t have ammo”.

“It was an accident!” he replies laughing at your reaction and the annoyed look you currently have on your face. Since he had a short break from filming, he decided to give you a surprise visit in your hometown. During your 3-year friendship, you had been to visit him in Germany a few times, which ultimately made him feel bad because he could never seem to find time to visit you.

You didn’t mind and understood that he was busy with work, but he promised he would come visit you one day, even if that meant he had to persuade a director to make a movie down the street from you. “That was not an accident! Flo that’s the third time you did that. Nobody accidentally does stuff three times,” you reply trying to keep your annoyed tone, but breaking and laughing along with him.

“Alright I’m sorry, don’t be mad,” he pouts wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your abdomen. “Flo your giant head is crushing my diaphragm!” you laugh which causes him to give you a gentle squeeze.

The sound of your phone vibrating on the table interrupted your laughing fit as you brought it up to your ear to answer the call from your sister, Nala. “Hey-Flo stop I’m on the phone,” you greet with a small laugh from Florian still pressing his head into your stomach.

“Um ew please collect yourself because I’m dropping off your nephew and I don’t want to have to explain to him the birds and the bees this early in life,” she laughs. “It’s not like that La, he’s a friend who is trying to be sweet because he messed up,” you laugh hitting his arm as you stood up, which you knew he wouldn’t feel given his ginormous stature.

“Mhm that’s how it starts as friends being sweet, next thing you know boom pregnant” Nala replies as you hear Trent, your three year old nephew, laugh in the background. “Whatever, what time are you guys getting here?” you ask trying to tidy up anything that might be out of place or things that could be potentially hazardous to Trent.

“Look outside and find out,” Nala replies before hanging up and waving outside your window holding Trent on one hip and his overnight bag on the other arm.

“Titi!!!” Trent exclaims reaching out for you as you open the door, “Hey my little Stitch!!” you cheerily say taking him from his mother’s arm and bringing him in the house as Nala followed behind closing the door.

“Nala and Trent this is Florian, Florian this is my sister Nala and my nephew Trent,” you introduce as your sister and friend shake hands. “Oh so you’re Florian,” she smirks looking at him then back at you, making you roll your eyes in response.

“Yea, I promise we weren’t doing anything when you called, I was just being silly,” he replies with a small laugh while rubbing the back of neck in a nervous manner. “Oh you weren’t doing anything when I called,” she replies arms crossed in front of her with a shocked expression on her face.

Florian didn’t catch what she was trying to insinuate at first, but after a couple seconds became red as the tethered suits from Us. “NO! No, we were playing video games and-“ he started before you interrupted with a laugh.

“Flo it’s ok she’s just playing and being a harda- butt. A hardbutt,” you correct yourself remembering you had a three year old with a sponge-like brain in your arms.

“Yea Florian I’m just kidding don’t worry,” she smiles, a look of relief washing over his face. “Ok good I didn’t want to make a bad first impression,” he slightly laughs before noticing Trent looking up at him in fascination. “Hey little man,” he waves with a smile causing Trent to hide his face in your neck.

“Don’t take it to heart, he’s like that with new people,” Nala responds rubbing her hand over the toddler’s curly black hair. “Also sorry for the last minute drop off, but I got called in at the hospital about 30 minutes ago. I’m not sure how long it’ll take so I brought extra outfits for him, including his pajamas, some toys, and snacks,” she adds placing his bag on the living room table.

“You already know it’s no problem, just let me know when you get done or if you’re gonna have to stay overnight,” you reply tickling Trent and making him giggle. “Okay, bye baby! I’ll see you later,” Nala smiles kissing his cheek. “Be good.”

“I never have any problems out of him, he’ll be okay,” you reply bouncing him up to a higher position on your hip. “I was talking to the adults in the room,” she replies with a smirk before quickly walking out the door before you can say anything back.

Shaking your head, you lock the front door before placing Trent on the floor so he can play. However as soon as his feet touched the floor, he immediately hides behind your legs so Florian can’t see him. “Y/N I think Trent is afraid of me,” he softly says with a small laugh watching Trent peak his head out every few seconds.

“No, he’s just not used to you is all,” you reply as you play with the toddler’s hair. “I mean can you blame him though? You’re a giant with a thick beard,” you add with a laugh causing Florian to kiss his teeth before laughing along with you.

“Titi, I have to potty,” your nephew says as he tugs on the leg of your jeans. “Ok buddy let me get your stuff,” you reply looking in his bag. While Nala was right in everything she said she put in the bag, she failed to mention how she only put one extra pull-up in it.

You knew she didn’t mean to do it on purpose and was probably in a rush putting everything together, but seeing how Trent was still potty training and would have the occasional accident, he was gonna need more.

“Flo when I get back with him from the bathroom, I’m gonna have to go to the store to get more pull-ups. Do you mind watching him for a bit? It’s literally like 10 minutes away and I’ll be quick, but if you don’t feel comfortable then I can take him with me” you explain as you grab Trent’s hand.

“No it’s fine, I can watch him. I mean if he’ll let me,” he smiles sitting up from his relaxed position on your couch. “Let me talk to him,” you laugh as you walk him to the guest bathroom where his potty currently was.

“Titi, is that the giant from the beanstalk?” your nephew asks as he tries to use the small plastic toilet. “No sweety,” you smile, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you see why your nephew was scared of Florian.

“He’s more so like um…the Iron Giant! Remember that movie?” you ask from your seated position on the floor in front of him. “Yea,” he nods with a smile.

“Speaking of which, I have to go to the store really quick and I’m gonna leave you here with Mr. Florian ok? Do you promise to be good?” you ask helping him off the potty and clean up.

“Yes Titi,” Trent answers as you pick him up to wash his hands in the sink. For the most part, Trent was a good child who rarely gave anybody any problems. However like any kid, he had his days, which is how he got his nickname, Stitch.

“Ok I’m gone, let me know if you need anything or if he gives you any problems,” you say to Florian as you open the door. “Don’t worry everything’s gonna be fine Y/N,” he replies with a smile leaning on the edge of the open door.

“Bye Stitch, remember what we said,” you smile before walking out the door to your car. “Ok Trent what’s the plan?,” he asks with a smile, turning to see Trent playing with his toys on the floor.

Looking up at Florian, he shrugs his shoulders before going back to playing with his cars, seemingly not wanting to be bothered by him. “Ok, well I’ll be here on the couch if you need me ok?”

“Ok Mr…. um…. Mr….,” Trent replies trying his best to remember what his name was. “You can call me Florian, or Flo,” he answers letting out a small laugh at how adorable Trent looked with his face scrunched up in concentration.

“Ok Lolo. Hey! Lolo and Stitch!” he excitedly says pointing from Florian to himself. “Yea buddy! It does sound like Lilo and Stitch,” he smiles.

“Can we watch?” Trent asks walking over to the table and picking up the remote to give to Florian. “Yea of course!” he says taking the remote and lifting him up to sit on the couch with him.

Although he knew he wasn’t ready for kids at this stage of his life, with his career and all, he had to admit in this moment he wouldn’t mind having a kid of his own to be able to have these experiences with.

“Lolo thunder,” Trent points at the window towards the dark clouds in the sky. “Yea it looks like it’s about to rain outside. You’re not afraid are you?” he asks looking down at the small figure beside him.

“A little,” he answers snuggling up closer to Florian’s side as he plays with his own fingers. “Well you don’t have to worry Trent, I won’t let anything get to you. Plus as long as we’re inside, we’ll be ok,” Florian replies lightly rubbing his back.

As soon as the words left his mouth, everything in the house went dark causing a small gasp to leave Trent’s mouth as he hid his face in Florian’s side in fear. “It’s ok Trent come here,” Florian says picking up the small child so Trent can lie on his chest as he lies down on the couch.

“I won’t let anything get to you remember,” he says softly rubbing his back to help him relax.

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“Stupid weatherman, he said it wasn’t supposed to rain today,” you think to yourself as you pull out your phone to call Florian and tell him you would be a little late. Due to the monsoon like rain outside, you and the other customers in the store were currently stuck until the rain died down.

“Hey Flo it’s me, I just called to say that I’m stuck in the store because it’s raining so bad up here. Hopefully I’ll be able to leave soon though. Also I hope Trent isn’t giving you any problems. Ok well call me if you need anything. Bye,” you finish, closing your phone after leaving the voicemail.

“Dad’s first time with baby?” an elderly lady asks, smiling sweetly at you. “Oh no, it’s a friend watching my nephew. I just hope everything’s fine,” you smile back at her with your phone still in your hand in case he calls back.

“Yea I remember leaving the kids with my husband for the first time,” she softly laughs at the memory, “I was anxious the whole time I was away that the house would be burned down, or someone would be in the hospital by the time I got back. Like he said though, everything was fine and he had everything under control”.

“I’m glad everything turned out fine,” you say with a small laugh as she finishes her story. “He’s had experience with kids before so I’m not completely worried, but still I don’t know how my nephew is reacting to him since it’s his first time with him”.

“Oh I understand. What I’ve found about some men is that while we think their ways are outlandish, they seem to know what they’re doing with kids,” she says looking at a man walking up to both of you, which you assumed to be her husband.

Letting her words sink in, you look back out to the rain feeling yourself relax. You had witnessed Florian interact with his other friends’ kids and was good with all of them. Surely it would be the same with Trent and there wouldn’t be any problems.

After a few minutes, the rain seemed to pass over the store as sunshine began to peak through the clouds. Following behind everyone else, you exited the with your purchases to return home and see what trouble both Florian and Trent may have gotten into.

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Entering your house, you notice that it’s oddly quiet with only the sound coming from the rustling plastic bags in your hands. Walking to the living room, you see Florian asleep with one leg hanging off the couch holding a sleeping Trent on his chest.

Quietly going to the kitchen to place the groceries on the counter, you return to softly rub Florian’s shoulder to wake him up. “Hey, you’re back,” he smiles realizing it’s you as he rubs his eyes.

“Yea I got stuck in the store because of the rain. How was everything here?” you ask kneeling down next to him. “It was fine. We started watching Lilo and Stitch, but then the lights went out and he got scared so I was holding him, and I guess we went to sleep,” he answers taking turns looking at you and Trent still asleep on his chest.

“Yea he’s a little afraid of the dark and thunderstorms, thank you for watching him though,” you smile playing with Trent’s hair and making him stir a bit. “Let me take him and make sure he didn’t pee on himself,” you say gently picking him up and taking him to the room he himself designated as his own for whenever he stays over.

Sitting up and stretching to try to fully wake up, Florian started to pick up the toys that Trent had left on the floor from earlier. Again, that feeling that he credited to ‘baby fever’ washed over him. While he felt that he wasn’t ready for kids, there was part of him that thought maybe it wasn’t as bad of timing as he thought.

There would definitely be challenges if it did happen, but those also came with regular working parents not just celebrities. “Lolo! Pizza!” he heard Trent yell, bringing him out of his thoughts. “Titi has pizza!” Trent says grabbing Florian by his finger to bring him to the kitchen.

“Ok ok I’m coming!,” he laughs following behind the toddler. “You know pizza is my favorite food,” he adds making Trent stop in place and look up at Florian with wide eyes and a shocked expression.

“Me too!” Trent smiles clapping his hands together, before reaching up so Florian can pick him up. “Ok children calm down,” you laugh walking into the kitchen. “And Lolo?”

“It’s his nickname for me,” he smiles at you as Trent plays with his beard. “Yea and I’m Stitch!” Trent laughs before being tickled by Florian, and, in response, wiggling in his arms.

After eating together and letting him play for a while, it was time for you to get him ready for bed, which was a task in itself since Trent still was in a playful mood. Walking back in your room looking somewhat disheveled, Florian can’t help but laugh from his seated position at the end of your bed.

“You okay there?” he asks with a smirk and one eyebrow lifted. “Hey don’t judge. When you try to give a hyper three year old a bath, then come talk to me,” you laugh walking into your closet to get your clothes so you could get ready for bed.

While on his phone waiting for you to get out of the shower, Florian feels a tap on his leg making him look down to see Trent with his blanket in hand. “What are you still doing up? I thought Titi put you to bed?” he asks picking him up to sit on his knee.

“Can’t sleep,” he answers playing with his blanket. “Hmm..You can’t sleep or you don’t want to?” Florian asks tickling him and causing him to erupt in laughter. “Hey I have an idea, you want to play a trick on your aunt?” he asks as Trent nods furiously with the biggest smile on his face.

“Ok, you gotta be quiet though and hide under the cover,” Florian instructs with a whisper placing him on the bed as he crawls to the top of the bed and slips under the covers. “So what were you planning on doing tonight?” you ask walking out of the bathroom with an oversized shirt and shorts on.

“Well I was gonna stay here if that’s ok with you,” he answers watching you walk towards the bed. Seeing you like this always did something to him. Not that you weren’t attractive to him throughout the day, it’s just seeing you dressed down in baggy clothes, whether a shirt or sweats, made you look even more adorable to him. Which would always cause him to feel conflicted since he felt he shouldn’t be looking at you in that way, seeing that you guys were just friends.

“Yea, you know I’d never mind you staying here Flo. It’s up to you though since I have Trent here,” you smile as you pull back the covers to Trent jumping up and roaring like a monster.

“I scared you!” he laughs wrapping his arms around your neck and holding onto you. “Yea you did! Is this why you’re not asleep? You wanted to scare your poor Titi?” you ask tickling him and causing him to fall back on your bed in a fit of giggles.

“Lolo helped with the trick,” he smiles pointing at a laughing Florian. “Oh he did?” you ask with arms crossed looking at Florian with a smirk. “Seems like you just love messing with me today Munteanu”.

“Can’t help it,” he shrugs with a playful smile as he stands up to get ready for bed now. “Alright Stitch time for bed. If your mom finds out I let you stay up all night she’ll get both of us,” you say holding out your arms for him to jump in so you can take him back to his bed.

“No I sleep with you. And Lolo!” he replies settling into the pillows of your bed and laying back with his blanket. “Lolo has his own bed down the hall. He’s not gonna sleep in here,” you answer feeling Florian standing next to you.

“But I want Lolo,” he protests crossing his arms and looking at both of you with his big brown eyes. “Alright I’ll stay here with you if it’s alright with your aunt, but you have to get some sleep okay?” Florian says leaning down to get to eye level with the toddler.

“Ok,” Trent smiles before closing his eyes and cuddling with his blanket. “Are you okay with sharing a bed Y/N? If not, it’s fine and when he goes to sleep I’ll just sneak out,” he asks with a shy smile, which you’ve never seen from him before.

“Yea it’s fine. You let me stay in your bed when I visited you so it’s not like it’ll be weird or anything,” you answer donning a shy smile yourself. While neither of you wanted to admit it, you did feel slightly awkward since you had never shared a bed before.

Yea you slept in his bed in Germany, but it was the result of you having a few too many drinks while out with him and his friends. He would’ve dropped you off at your hotel, but he didn’t want anything to happen to you, like you accidentally falling and injuring yourself.

So, he brought you back to his place to make sure you were taken care of, which was probably for the best since as soon as you walked through his door, your stomach decided to surprise you with everything you had ingested in the hours prior. “Um ok well let me go shower and stuff,” he smiles before making his way across your bedroom to the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

While sitting in your bed watching a movie, your phone vibrates indicating an incoming FaceTime from Nala. “Hey sissy,” you softly greet after answering the call. “Hey! As you probably can tell, I’m gonna be here overnight so I’ll pick up Trent tomorrow sometime,“ she says with a sigh. “Is he asleep already?”

“Yea he’s asleep next to me,” you answer pointing the phone so she can see his partially covered face. “Aww ok, how was he today?” she asks propping up her phone so she can write something down on the papers in front of her.

“He was great today! I had to go to the store and left him with Flo for a while. When I came back he was asleep on his chest,” you answer playing with your comforter. “Hold up, he got him to take a nap? Tell Florian I said thanks and he’s a heaven sent,” Nala replies bowing down in front of the phone.

“Yea he’s great,” you laugh from your sister’s reaction. “It seems like he must be great in more ways than one from that goofy smile on your face,” she smirks at you putting her pen down. Unknown to both of you though, Florian had finished his shower and was about to open the door when he heard you guys mention his name.

He knew he probably shouldn’t do it, but he stood behind the door to hear how you would respond. “Not like that nasty, why you always gotta go there?” you ask rolling your eyes and softly laughing to not wake up Trent.

“I’m not saying it in that way ma’am! I’m just saying in general,” she laughs picking her pen back up to resume her work. “I know you guys are friends, but there’s a vibe there whether you guys see it or not.”

“You think so? I mean I’ve kinda thought about it sometimes but I mostly put it to the side because I’m not sure how he feels you know?” you answer moving from playing with the comforter to the hem of your shirt. “Yes I think so, and if it’s something you think about often, then I would potentially talk about it,” she answers looking from her work to you.

“Yea well maybe one day,” you say with a small smile. You knew your sister was right and you would never know how he felt unless you guys talked about it. Then again, you were afraid of bringing it up and ruining your friendship or making it awkward if he didn’t feel the same.

Hearing you say the same things he had been feeling for a while now caused a small smile to form on Florian’s lips. He also felt a vibe between you two at times, and even had some of his friends comment on it as well. Like you though, he pushed those feelings to the side, not wanting to seem like the other guys you had experiences with who only wanted to be your friend to then try to hook up with you.

“Hey I’m getting paged so I’ll talk to you tomorrow ok? Love you!” Nala smiles before blowing a kiss to the screen. “Talk to you tomorrow and love you too,” you smile blowing her a kiss back.

After you hung up your phone and placed it on your bedside table, Florian walked out of the bathroom wearing black sweatpants and a white tee. “Hey thanks again for watching Trent,” you smile as he slides under the covers on the other side of the bed. “Nala said you’re heaven sent because you got him to take a nap,” you laugh causing him to laugh with you.

“It’s no problem and tell her that I try,” he replies with a wink while settling into bed. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you that, now you’re gonna have a big head. Well bigger than usual,” you laugh as you lie down and turn to look at him.

“I don’t appreciate all this name calling today,” he says with a playful smile looking back at you. “Well maybe if you didn’t cheat earlier I’d be nicer,” you reply earning an eye roll from Florian and him sticking his tongue out at you.

“Goodnight Flo,” you yawn before closing your eyes and snuggling closer to Trent. “Night Y/N,” he responds looking at you and Trent. From everything he was feeling earlier to this very moment, he couldn’t help but think that maybe everything was a sign that he may be ready for more than he thinks he is.

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A to Z BeChloe

V is for VULCAN

Prompt from electroniszappa: And just to see what you do with it, how about Vulcan for V?

A/N: I've decided to set this one during Pitch Perfect 2 (but not necessarily follow the storyline exactly). Hope you enjoy it!

Emily Junk smiled as she made her way to the Bellas house. As a Freshman, she was required to stay in a dorm. She got around that rule by spending at least one night a week in her dorm and the rest of the time with the Bellas. Since it was Friday movie night, she brought her duffel bag with several changes of clothing.

She liked staying in the Bellas house because she was still getting to know them and it was fun learning all about them. Chloe had taken her under her wing since she was a newbie. But, Chloe could be a bit intense because of what happened at the Kennedy Center when the Bellas sang for the President.

Emily knew she was lucky to even be a Bella. The Bellas had been suspended and couldn't compete or hold auditions.

Flo, the little Latina Bella, told her that Chloe read the rules and there was nothing keeping them from representing the U.S. in the World ACapella Championships. The two representatives of the a cappella rules committee laughed when Beca suggested the Bellas could win Worlds.

Chloe was about to lose it, but Beca comforted her and made a deal that if the Bellas won Worlds, they'd be reinstated and the Barden Bellas would continue to be a part of the college acapella world. The representatives told them to go ahead, not believing for a second that the Bellas could pull it off. But, the Bellas were determined.

"Hey, everyone," Emily called out as she entered the house.

"Hey, Emily," Stacie said. "Get in here. I need someone to help me with dinner."

"Do you think that's a good idea, Legs?" Fat Amy asked as she sat on the sofa. "Legacy's a bit clumsy, and there are a lot of sharp objects and things that make fire in there."

"Ignore her," Stacie said. "I'm making spaghetti and meatballs. You can help make the meatballs."

"Okay," Emily said with a smile.

Emily went to the kitchen and waited by the counter as Stacie started pulling together the ingredients they would need for the meal. Emily just stood there looking around when she saw Lily coming through the door that led to the basement. Lily looked at her with her big eyes and put a finger to her lips.

Emily wasn't sure what to make of it and looked to see if anyone else saw what happened. She turned to look back at Lily, and she was gone. Emily straightened and looked around. She was staring at the basement door when Stacie startled her.

"That's everything," Stacie said causing Emily to jump.

"What? Oh, right. Yeah, let's do this."

~vVv~ ~vVv~ ~vVv~

It was late, and the Bellas had finished watching Star Trek: The Search for Spock when they decided to go to bed. Chloe helped Emily make up the extra bed in Amy's room. Beca and Chloe were Co-Captains (and in a relationship), so they now shared a room, leaving Beca's old room available to the youngest Bella. Emily was happy when Amy left to go on a date with Bumper because she knew that meant Amy would not be back that night.

Emily doesn't know why, but Amy was always calling her dumb, and it bothered her. But, being the newest Bella, she would just let it slide.

"All set," Chloe said as she smoothed out the sheet. "If you get scared, remember Beca, and I are just downstairs."

"I'll be fine," Emily said with a smile. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Good night," Chloe said and hugged Emily.

"Good night," Emily said.

After Chloe left, Emily got into bed. She was just getting comfortable when she thought she heard a noise downstairs. She wouldn't have bothered with it, but she hadn't brushed her teeth and thought she would check out the noise when she went down to brush her teeth.

Emily quietly made her way downstairs and stopped at the bottom of the stairs when she spotted Lily at the end of the semi-dark hallway.

Emily looked to see if anyone was going to come out of their room, but no one did.

~vVv~ ~vVv~ ~vVv~

As soon as Emily was sure Lily was out of sight, Emily ran down the hall and rapidly knocked on Chloe and Beca's door. Beca opened the door, and Emily pushed her way in.

"Please do come in," Beca said sarcastically.

"I, Lily, she, and then, he," Emily was rushing her words and using her hands to try and pantomime what she just saw.

"Emily, calm down," Chloe said leading the young girl to the bed and setting her down. "Take a deep breath. Now let it out. Okay, now what's got you all frazzled?"

"I just saw Lily in the hall," Emily said.

"Enough said," Beca said. "That's enough to scare anyone."

"No, I mean there was someone with her," Emily said. "Like a guy. And they might have been talking; I don't know, I couldn't hear anything. But then she did this thing on his neck, and he just fell to the ground."

"What kind of thing?" Chloe asked. "Do it on me."

Emily stood and faced Chloe. "Um, it was like," Emily lifted her hand and put in on Chloe's shoulder. "Oh, my gosh. I just realized that it's like that Vulcan thing Spock did on Star Trek."

"Like the what that who does on the where?" Beca asked.

"Star Trek," Chloe said. "We literally just finished watching a Star Trek movie, Beca. Plus, it was also a TV show."

"Yeah, you know I never pay attention when we watch movies," Beca said.

"Emily," Chloe said getting the young girl's attention away from Beca. "Are you saying that Lily did Spock's Vulcan nerve pinch on some guy?"

"Yes," Emily said. "That's what I'm saying." Emily's eyes are wide. "No, what I'm saying is...oh, my stars. Lily is a Vulcan."

Beca let out a snort, and Chloe glared at her.

"Sorry," Beca said.

"Em," Chloe said in that motherly way she has. "Lily is not a Vulcan."

"But, it makes sense," Emily said. "She doesn't show a lot of emotion. I just saw her use the Vulcan nerve pinch to take down some guy. We don't know anything about her parents. She's always sneaking down to the basement and talking about time travel and other weird stuff. What else could she be but a Vulcan?"

"I don't know, Chlo," Beca said. "Emily's starting to make sense. If what she just described is a Vulcan, then I think Lily could be one of those, um, Vulcan things."

Emily turned to Chloe with a smug look. "See, even Beca thinks Lily is a Vulcan."

"You both just need to go to bed," Chloe said. "Lily is not a Vulcan. And I'll prove it to you tomorrow. But, for tonight, we sleep."

"I don't, um, I don't want to sleep upstairs alone," Emily said quietly.

"You can sleep in here with us," Chloe said.

Emily squealed and hugged Chloe. "Thank you. I'm going to go brush my teeth, and I'll be right back."

Emily left the room, and Beca glared at Chloe. "What? I couldn't let her sleep alone when she's so scared."

"Fine," Beca said. "But you so owe me for this."

"And I promise I will make it up to you tomorrow," Chloe said and kissed Beca.

Beca deepened the kiss and started pushing Chloe toward her bed. When the back of Chloe's legs hit the bed, she pulled away from Beca.

"Becs, we have to stop," Chloe said.

"God, is this what it's going to be like when we have kids?"

"What? You think about having kids with me?"

"Like you don't?"

"Of course, I do," Chloe said. "I didn't know you did. You always act like kids are a nuisance rather than a blessing."

"That's because they are," Beca said. "But, our kids will have you so they won't be such nuisances."

Chloe couldn't help but tear up as she grabbed Beca into another kiss. They continued kissing until they heard Emily come back into the room.

"Oh, my stars," Emily said covering her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'll just go upstairs and sleep since it looks like you guys want to be alone. I'm sorry."

"Emily, stop," Beca said. "Get back in here. It's fine."

"Are you sure?" Emily asked with a hand still covering her eyes.

"Yes, Em," Beca said and pulled her hand down. "Just go to bed before I change my mind."

Emily got into Beca's bed, and Beca climbed into bed with Chloe.

"Good night," Chloe said and switched off the light.

~vVv~ ~vVv~ ~vVv~

The next morning, Beca woke to an empty room. She yawned and stretched and sniffed in appreciation.

"Mmm, someone's making bacon," Beca said and went down to the kitchen.

"So, Lily did that Vulcan thing to some guy, and you saw it?" Stacie asked from one side of the counter.

"Yes," Emily said sitting across from Stacie.

"Lily is not a Vulcan," Chloe said without turning from the stove. "Could someone please get the plates, breakfast is ready."

"I don't know, Chloe," Stacie said. "Emily's points seem valid. Although, Lily doesn't have pointy ears or those weird eyebrows."

"Have you ever seen Lily's eyebrows?" Emily asked. "Plus, she's got bangs kind of like Spock. I haven't seen her ears, so I don't know if they're pointy or not."

Stacie thought for a moment. "You know, now that I think about it, I haven't seen Lily's ears much." She looked at Chloe. "Are they pointy?"

"Stop encouraging her, Stacie," Chloe shook her head. "Emily, I told you last night. Lily is not a Vulcan. Now would you please get the rest of the girls and let them know breakfast is ready?"

"Fine," Emily said and huffed off.

"I still think Emily's made a compelling argument for Lily being a Vulcan," Beca said as she sat down at the counter with her plate.

"I agree," Stacie said and took the plate Chloe held out for her.

"Both of you need to stop," Chloe said making herself a plate. "I think Emily was scared and the movie we watched was still fresh in her mind. If she starts talking about it again, change the subject. Okay?"

Beca and Stacie looked at each other and didn't say anything.

"OKAY?"

"Fine," Beca said. "We won't say anything, and we'll change the subject if Emily brings it up."

"So, you really think Lily is a Vulcan?" Jessica asked Lily as they walked into the kitchen.

"Yes, I do," Emily replied.

"Who wants bacon?" Chloe said and jumped up quickly to plate more food for the girls.

"I do," Ashley said enthusiastically. She sat at the counter, and Jessica sat next to her.

"But, Lily doesn't have pointy ears," Jessica said to Emily.

"Or does she?" Emily asked.

"I don't think I've ever seen Lily's ears," Ashley said as she accepted a plate from Chloe.

Chloe looked pointedly at Beca who realized she was supposed to be changing the subject.

"So, I was thinking of using Who Run The World in our Worlds set," Beca said. "What do you all think?"

"Did I hear someone say something about Vulcans and running the world?" CR asked as she entered the kitchen.

"Two different conversations, dude," Beca said. "Two totally different conversations."

"Yeah," Ashley said. "Emily thinks Lily is a Vulcan. You know, like Spock on Star Trek."

"That almost makes sense-"

"So, Who Run The World, what do you all think?" Beca jumped in. "Yea or Nay for Worlds? Anybody?"

"I like it," Stacie said.

"I like it, too," CR said. "But, I want to get back to this Lily being a Vulcan thing."

"Emily made some good points about it," Stacie said.

Chloe gave her a WTH glare, and Stacie withered a bit. She mouthed a sorry to Chloe.

"Look, Emily," Chloe said. "Lily is not a Vulcan. Vulcans aren't real. They're just an alien form the writers of Star Trek made up."

"Emily, you said that Lily picked up that guy with ease and went downstairs with him, right?" Stacie asked while looking at her phone.

"Yeah," Emily said. "By the time I got to the stairs she was gone."

"It says here," Stacie said reading from her phone. "Spock has physical strength and stamina beyond the human norm. That kind of sounds like someone who could pick up a big guy and carry him downstairs with no trouble."

"Stacie," Chloe said as she tried to grab Stacie's phone.

Stacie held onto her phone and leaned away from Chloe. "It also talks about the nerve pinch that Emily saw Lily use last night. It also says they are good with computers, science, math, and mechanics."

"Sounds like Lily to me," CR said as she bit into a piece of bacon.

"Beca, a little help here," Chloe said looking at the brunette.

"Sorry, Chlo," Beca said. "I may not know much about Star Track-"

"Trek," CR corrected.

"Right, Star Trek, but all that sure sounds like Lily to me."

"Not you, too, Becs?" Chloe said somewhat disappointed. "What can I do to convince you all that Lily is not a Vulcan?"

"Cut her," Stacie said.

"Excuse Me?!"

"Cut her," Stacie repeated. "Vulcan blood is green."

"Seriously?" Beca asked.

"She's right," Ashley said. "Vulcans have green blood because its oxygen ferrying protein is based on copper, rather than iron like humans. And it's not like bright green, but more of a deep blue or bluish-green when oxygenated, and it's dark gray when deoxygenated."

Five pairs of eyes stared at Ashley. "What? I'm a Trekkie."

"I'm not going to cut Lily," Chloe said and looked around. "Emily? Where's Emily?"

"She was just here," Beca said.

"Maybe Lily has her," Jessica said.

"Would you guys just stop," Chloe said. She got up and went looking for Emily.

The rest of the girls stayed to finish their breakfast.

"Do you think Lily can do that mind meld thing?" Stacie asked.

"What's that?" Beca asked.

"Ask the Trekkie," CR said with a laugh looking at Ashley.

Beca turned to look at Ashley as well. "So?"

"The Vulcan Mind-Meld is a touch technique that allows a Vulcan to merge his or her mind with the essence of another's mind purely by using specialized contact via fingertip-points - on a humanoid, usually around the targeted partner's skull temples," Ashley said.

"What?" Beca asked even more confused.

"They can tap into another's mind but putting their fingers on the other person's head like this," Ashley said and proceeded to demonstrate on Beca.

Beca pulled away from Ashley as Chloe came back with a worried look on her face.

"Guys, she's not here," Chloe said. "I've checked every room and outside."

"I'll call her," Stacie said and pulled out her phone.

The other girls looked around nervously. Suddenly, all eyes turn toward the basement door. They could hear a phone ringing, and it was coming from the basement.

"Do you think that's Emily's phone?" Ashley asked.

"Stacie, hang up and call it again," CR said.

Stacie ended the call, and the ringing from the basement stopped. Stacie looked at her phone as if she was afraid to try again.

"Stacie?"

"Okay, okay," Stacie said and tried Emily's number again. Ringing came from the basement again.

"We, um, we should check to see if she's down there," Chloe said her voice quivering. "She might be hurt if she's not answering her phone. We need to make sure she's okay."

"Nope, uh-uh, not me," CR said shaking her head and backing away. "You know the black character is always the first one to die in these movies."

"CR this is not a movie," Chloe said. "I think we should all go. Strength in numbers and all."

"Chloe's right," Beca said. "We should all go. All except for one; the designated survivor. There has to be a designated survivor. I volunteer to be the Bellas designated survivor."

Chloe just looked at Beca and Beca grimaced. "Fine, I'll go check the basement, too."

"Good," Chloe said grabbing Beca's arm. "Let's go. All of you!"

The girls all grumble but get up and follow Beca and Chloe to the basement door. Chloe looks back at the girls and slowly opens the door. They all look down into the darkness and can't see anything.

"Click the light on, Becs," Chloe said.

"You click the light on," Beca said quickly.

"Becs."

"Fine," Beca said only to hear Stacie make a whipping sound. "Shut it, Conrad!"

Beca moves in front of Chloe and slowly reaches out trying to find the light switch. She leans forward slightly as she feels the switch when suddenly-

"BOO!"

The girls all scream and scramble to get away from the basement door. Beca has somehow managed to get by all of them and is headed for the kitchen door only to find it closed and locked.

"What the hell?" Beca screams. "It's locked."

The girls are still screaming and end up huddled together on the opposite side of the counter. They all quiet and furrow their brows when they hear laughing coming from the basement. Suddenly, they hear the kitchen door unlock, and Emily walks through laughing as Lily comes from the basement laughing just as hard. Lily walks over to Emily and they high-five each other.

"What the fuck, dudes?" Beca said looking at the two. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"Yep," Emily said wiping tears from her eyes from laughing. "The joke is on all of you. I only wish Amy had been here for this."

"How? Why?" Chloe looked from Emily to Lily.

"We've been planning this for a while," Lily said loud enough to be heard, causing a few raised eyebrows. "We had everything in place, and when Ashley suggested the Star Trek movie last night, we knew it was time."

"I did see Lily in the hall last night," Emily said. "But it was to firm up all the last minute details. The hard part was acting scared when I first went to Beca and Chloe. Chloe was hard to crack, but Beca started thinking about it, and I knew I had her."

"Chloe was the only voice of reason," Lily said. "Thank you for taking my side."

"You're welcome," Chloe said with a big smile.

"Don't look so proud of yourself, Chlo," Beca said. "You believed it there at the end with the rest of us."

"Maybe," Chloe said smugly.

"The prank was my idea," Lily said. "I've been wanting to do it for a while but needed someone to help me with it. Emily is like everyone's little sister, and I knew she could convince most of you that I was really a Vulcan because you'd never suspect her of playing a joke on all of you."

"Good choice," Stacie said with a laugh. "I still can't believe she had me googling Spock and green blood."

The rest of the girls laughed. They congratulated Lily and Emily on a prank well done and disbursed throughout the house.

Beca stayed in the kitchen to help Chloe clean the breakfast dishes. Once they were done, Beca put her arms around Chloe and pulled her into a kiss.

"I didn't get a chance until now to do that," Beca said.

"Mmm, that was nice," Chloe said. "So, about these hypothetical kids we're having."

"Don't start," Beca said. "We have a few more years before we can even think about kids. I love you, and you know you're the only one I'd want to have kids with."

"I love you, too, Becs."

"And there is no way in hell we're going to let Vulcan Lily watch them."

"She's not a Vulcan," Chloe said. "But, yeah, she's not watching our kids."

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10 Women Share Their Embarrassing, Hilarious Stories About Being Caught Off Guard By Their Period

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10 Women Share Their Embarrassing, Hilarious Stories About Being Caught Off Guard By Their Period

Carrie

For most women, having a period is just a perfectly normal, natural part of our existence. Unfortunately, openly discussing our period is something that is still considered to be pretty taboo by modern society, which is absolutely ridiculous. Most women know that with their period, often comes some pretty awkward, embarrassing, or hilarious stories. When presented with the opportunity to share their stories, ten brave women decided to come forward and share these gems:

Boyfriend of the Year

“Not really “funny” but embarrassing. The third time staying at my boyfriend’s house overnight I bled through grey sweatpants. Not a ton, a spot maybe the size of a quarter. He got up before me in the morning and noticed it while I was still asleep. When I woke up about an hour later, he had a pair of sweatpants ready for me to change into and even had breakfast ready because he knew I’d be embarrassed. He said it happens to every woman from time to time and it’s nothing to freak out about. Such a sweetheart.” – Ashley, 21

Batman Pajama Pants

“When I was like 18, I stayed the night at a guy friend’s house who I had a crush on. We literally just spent the night watching movies and stuff. He let me borrow his favorite pair of Batman pajama pants, and we slept in the same bed. I woke up at like 6 in the morning because I had started my period and accidentally bled through his pants in my sleep. Thankfully, I slept on my stomach so none of it got on his bed or blankets, just his pajama pants that he had let me borrow. So, I carefully climbed over him and grabbed my stuff, changed, and snuck out of his house. I took his pajama pants with me. He asked me later what happened/why I left/ where I put his pajama pants. I just lied and said something came up and I had to go, and I left his pajama pants in the laundry room. He never did find them. I am actually wearing them right now, as I type this, haha!” – Anonymous

Accident in the Parking Lot

“One time, I took my boyfriend’s Mamaw to the doctor. Being overweight caused me to have big blood clots and very heavy bleeding. So, I was rushing home because I always knew when I had a blood clot about to drop because of the horrible cramps I would always experience. I was rushing home to change pants, and when I got out of the van the blood clot was so big, it dropped down my leg. That was so embarrassing but thank God it was only me and her that saw it.” – Sara, 29

He Never Called Back For A Second Date

“In college, this guy took me on a date in his nice car. The drive to the restaurant was kinda far, and I started my period on the way there. When we got to the restaurant, I ran to the bathroom and improvised. I thought I was fine, but on the way home, I accidentally bled through my pants a little. It got on his fancy leather front seat. He was super calm and nice about it, but he never did call me back for that second date. Lmao, oh well.” – Anonymous

Awkward Dad

“One time I had gotten really bad cramps I was 13 or 14 and I was in so much pain, but I was supposed to go on a family bike ride. My father kept insisting that I go with them, so I finally told him the reason why I didn’t want to go and he was so weirded out that he told me to just stay home and be lazy.” – Jordan, 22

Boyfriend’s Bathroom Disaster

“I have always had freakishly heavy periods. One night, I was staying at my boyfriend’s house while he was at work. He still lived at home, so he and his dad shared the upstairs bathroom. Well, I woke up and felt wet down there, so I got up and ran to the bathroom. I managed to not bleed in his room or the hallway or anything, but the outside of the toilet, along with the floor around the toilet looked like a murder scene. I literally spent 20+ minutes cleaning up after myself with some Clorox wipes I found under the sink. There was no trash can in their bathroom for some reason, so I was just throwing the wipes in the toilet after I was done using them. Of course, the toilet clogged and overflowed, spilling nasty water and Clorox wipes all over the floor that I had just cleaned. I had to scrub and clean it up again. All of this happened while his dad was sleeping, and I was praying that he wouldn’t wake up having to pee. He never did, thank God. But that was one of the most stressful, embarrassing hours of my life.” – Anonymous

Bad Day at School

“So, I have never had a regular period, but when it hit, it hit hard. One day when I was 17, I was in high school skipping my sixth hour and sitting in my favorite teacher’s classroom at the end of the day. I was wearing boys basketball shorts and no underwear. I was sitting in the teacher’s chair at his desk while he was sitting elsewhere, helping a student. I got a horrible stomach pain, then felt the familiar, horrible movement down there. In an effort to not bleed in his chair, I got up and sprinted to the bathroom. I heard him calling after me, seeing as the last bell hadn’t rang yet and I didn’t ask to leave the classroom. But I sprinted to the bathroom, and as soon as I got in there, the blood started tricking own both of my legs. I was unprepared and had no tampons or anything, so I had to clean myself up and shove half a roll of the school’s cheap toilet paper in my shorts and pray that it would hold me over until I got home. Then, to make matters worse, when I walked out of the building to where my mom usually parked to come pick me up, it wasn’t her car that was waiting for me. It was my uncle, who was visiting from out of state, who thought it would be nice to “surprise” me and pick me up and take me to lunch. My mother was sitting in the passenger seat. I asked as politely as I could if they could please just drop me off at home, because I wasn’t feeling well. My uncle snapped at me and was like, “I haven’t seen you in a while and I’m trying to be nice and spend time with you! I’ve done a lot for you, so you can suck it up and spend some time with me and go to lunch with us!” So, I yelled back, “Oh, I’m sorry. Did YOU start your period unexpectedly ten minutes ago and bleed through your shorts and have to run to the bathroom and shove a wad of cheap ass toilet paper in your pants?” My mother started cracking up, and my uncle got embarrassed and was like, “N-no. I can’t say that I did.” The asshole still didn’t drop me off at home, so I just sat in the car while they ran in the store and got food and what not. He tried to convince me to get out of the car and use the bathroom in the store, but I was scared to move and I knew by the time I made it to the bathroom, I would have bled through the toilet paper and had it all running own my legs again. So, I just sat in the car, partially hoping I would bleed on his back seat.” – Anonymous

She Had to Switch Schools

“One time, there was a bomb threat at our high school, so we had to evacuate the building and all cram together in the gymnasium of the elementary school across the street. Of course, as we were all crowded in that small gym, Aunt Flo decided to make the situation even more stressful. I bled through my pants, and left a wet smear on the gym floor. And, of course, the kid I had a crush on wasn’t looking where he was going and stepped right on it, tracking it on his shoe, leaving a footprint. I switched schools later that week because I was devastated, and my mother loved me.” – Emily, 27

They Got Married

“In high school, freshman year, I started my period in art class. I bled through my pants without noticing, and one of the most popular kids in the school, who was a senior at the time, noticed. He quickly stood behind me and started talking to me. I was a little uncomfortable that he was standing so close, but he was being really nice and cracking jokes, so I didn’t make a big deal out of it. He then took off his hoodie, and whispered “Hey, please don’t be embarrassed, but I’m gonna give you my hoodie, and I want you to tie it around your waist. Then we’re gonna walk down to the office. I have 4 older sisters, and I think you had an accident. It looks like you bled through your pants. Don’t worry though, I don’t think anyone else noticed.” He instantly became my best friend, and we ended up dating. We were married for 14 years, until he passed away in a car accident ten years ago. He was such a sweetheart. I miss him every day.” – Mandy, 42

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The Punishment Seat

“Having an irregular period is horrible. I usually only have maybe 2 to 4 periods a year, naturally. In high school, I wasn’t on birth control or anything to help me, so when my body decided it was time, it always caught me off guard. In high school, we had a lot of those desks that had the wooden chair attached to it. Well, one day when I was 15, I started my period in class and bled through on the wooden desk chair. I sat in the back of the room and usually wore black pants, so thankfully nobody noticed when it happened. I went home early, claiming I was sick. I ended up switching out of that class later that week, for unrelated reasons. But apparently, my “accident” stained the wooden chair. They ended up moving the desk to the back corner of the classroom, and it became the “punishment” seat. When kids were assholes in the room, the teacher would make them go sit at that gross-looking desk in the corner. Haha, I wonder if that teacher still has that desk. Definitely not the “mark” I had hoped to leave behind on my high school, but I’ll take it. Fuck ‘em.” – Gina Clingan, 24

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