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TO: @ceremcnyâ WHERE: the cute lil emergency room RABUN COUNTY GENERAL
Valencia was never good with hospitals, or loved ones in pain really. Sure it was easy for her to be just silly when a friend had a knick or a cut, but after stepping into Willâs room she nearly walked back out. Seeing someone she cared about look this mangled up made her want to double over and cry. However, she just stood there at the doorway, looking like a dumb deer in headlights. Her busted lip and twisted ankle looked like nothing in comparison to Will. After taking a long deep breath, she headed further in, immediately getting to work. âGod, where are the nurses? This is ridiculous.â She muttered to herself, keeping her eyes down as she took a cup full of ice chips and dumped it into a few paper towels. She felt like her grandmother, who muttered complaints to herself and hummed Shirley Caesar hymns as she fussed over someone. Valencia was no different, letting out a small frustrated huff as she gingerly placed the ice on his eye. âHold it with your good hand.â She told him, before moving to grab him an ice-cold glass of water and then she sat next to him as she took over holding the makeshift ice pack. âHere.â She held out the cup with the straw with her left hand. âDrink.â Valencia ordered him. âYou call your mom yet?â
TO: @vcxensâ WHERE: Warm Delights Bakery
Balancing a coffee in one hand, and four samples of wallpaper in another, Eren glanced from one option to another as he leaned on the arm of his chair, contemplating whether or not any of them would go with the color scheme of their offices. âI need to hire an assistant,â He stated to Valencia, passing the samples for her to look over, knowing she would provide him some sort of guidance when it came to the selection. Between her sense of style, and the lavish expectations she had for life, it was no surprise that Eren took a liking to the brunette, sharing nearly all of the same qualities his friends back in Atlanta had. âBlue, or the stripes, the warmer tones make me feel like weâre truly in Georgia,â
Valencia was never one to turn down free food. Well, Eren never exactly said he was paying, but she knew years of trained chivalry and his sheer pride wouldnât let her pick up the tab. So, of course she had to pick the sugariest coffee as well as an expresso brownie (as if she didnât suffer from just a dash of anxiety) for her midday treat. Mid-bite, she had no qualms leaning over to grab the samples Eren provided for her, and peer at them with the utmost scrutiny. This was serious business after all.
âLetâs see....â Valencia sighed as she leaned back in her chair, sucking the chocolate off of her teeth. âThis blue definitely says, congrats! its baby boy! so, no.â She tossed that out the way. âStripes? What are you? A sailor? No.â She scoffed at his comment as she put the samples down. âLook, neutrals are in. Donât go and paint something a rust. A nice macaroon cream, maybe powder, or even bone white. Add some dark accents and there you go, nice office.â Valencia rolled her eyes. âDonât get an assistant by the way, I just know theyâre gonna mess things up. Iâm glad you came to me with this, by the way. You know Iâm trustworthy. Besides, Iâm just not anyone you know. Iâm capable.â She nodded before taking a sip of her coffee, to further enhance her point.
Aurora should have known better than to go out to Euphoria the other night. She should have just stayed in and had a movie night with her daughter like she did most weekends. But, her mother had insisted that she go, let loose, and have so much needed fun. What was supposed to be a good night out with friends turned violent. In a town like Clayton, that just wasnât out of the ordinary.
The blonde laid in her hospital bed in her room, in a pretty good amount of pain and just out of it. Her injuries werenât horribly severe, but she did receive a wound to her leg. She heard her door open and she sighs. âUnless youâve come with cigarettes or the good jello flavor, Iâm not in the mood for visitors,â she groaned out, lifting up her head slightly from her pillow.Â
Valencia had put her fighting days behind her, at least thats what she thought when the scuff broke out in Euphoria. The young woman was used to that kind of kerfuffle, and was ready to start swinging until someone jabbed her in her mouth and she felt down in the process, twisting her ankle. Valencia was about to really start swinging until she heard the familiar ring of what definitely didnât sound like fireworks, and of course she made a swift zig-zag run for it. It wasnât until it dawned on her that her friend got injured, and of course she made her way to the hospital just to see her, lying ever so easily that she was the girlâs sister to get access to her room.
âFirst of all theres a hell of a lot of oxygen tanks for me to be bringing you any sort of cigarette, and second-â Valencia showed her a few jello packs she managed to snag with a smile. â-grabbed these on my way here.â She placed them on the rolling table and smirked, sitting next to her in the uncomfortable hospital chair. âGlad to see youâre alive and kicking. By the way, definitely already changed your ringtone to Tubthumping. You know the one, âI get knocked down, but I get up again, you never gonna keep me down!â They got nothing on you. Youâll be alright, you look good.â She told her, trying to keep her spirits up. âI mean, you could use some NARS creamy concealer, but still, you good.â Valencia leaned back and stole the remote, turning on the tv in process. âDoes this place have cable, you think?â
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âthanks a lot, val. keep reminding me,â he replies, feigned offense in his voice. to be honest, he isnât all that bothered about getting older. making a big deal out of it is what he doesnât like about it. but then againâhe appreciates what his mom tries to do for him. even when he knows sheâs busy as hell. so heâll sit her and have fun (or pretend to, if it comes to it) for her sake. âare you trying to tell me something? though i already had something going for me and you tell me i gotta wait till forty to get hot? ouch,â he chuckles. he nods at her next commentâitâs almost like theyâre constantly around booze and a lot of them find it hard to say no. thank god bash still knows when to stop, though. âyouâre being so mean today. isnât that a rule, that you gotta be nice to me because itâs my birthday?â he teases; suddenly heâs ready to use the date as an excuse. âbut you;re right. getting real drunk, sticky bar, salty pretzel. throw in a game of pool in there. iâm sold,â bash says. heâll ask around whoâs up for it when it gets late enough and off they go. âanyway, how are ya doing? thought youâd have more fun shit to do on a weekend than being here. appreciate that you are, but still.â
"Oh shut up, you know youâre cute.â Valencia got comfortable on the seat, making sure her red dress didnât show any of her goods to the partygoers passing by. If Valencia knew anything about parents, she knew they were kind of old-school, and she definitely didnât want to offend Bashâs mom in any way shape or form. Valencia knew the eye when she saw it, and she wanted none of the trouble that came with that kind of intense gaze. âNo.â She singsonged, taking a sip of her beer. âI also gotta punch you thirty-one times. I would, but Iâm kinda tired. Also, I got my nails done yesterday, so, yâknow.â She replied with a shrug and a smile. âCanât wait to beat your ass in pool though. Manicure or not, Iâm definitely gonna fuck you up.â She teased, before sitting up. âIâm good. Same oleâ same oleâ really. Besides, wouldnât miss your birthday for anything. Sundayâs are slow at the club anyway, Iâd be bored as hell.â Valencia hummed as she let the sun warm her face. âThis is much better anyway. Youâre lucky, having a mom that cares about stuff like this. The whole party thing is cute, dare I say fun, even.â

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ceremcnyâ:
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Theyâve had variations of this conversation before, almost every week. That doesnât mean Will wonât make the same points, over and over, nor will he give up his relentless quest to make Valencia see she doesnât need nobody, especially not this guy and his bank account. âIf it looks like a duck and quacks like a duckâŚâ he trails off, giving her another very pointed look from his spot on her couch before quickly jumping up at the word food. Vâs cooking beats the freshly shop lifted Cheetos heâd brought as an apology. Will steps into the kitchen, pulling out plates for himself and his best friend, setting them down beside her before leaning against the counter. Sometimes heâs well behaved.  Then he opens his mouth again. âWhat do you mean investments?â his eyes narrow, âI donât think getting your hair and nails done counts as an investment, V, but go off.â Will jokes, sticking a finger along the hot edge of the pot, impatiently trying to get a taste, âyou know, with this new gig Iâve got, I could start helping you out, too.â
âHey! You want to burn yourself?!â Valencia popped the back of his hand with a quick tap of the handle of her spoon, before she shook her head in disbelief. âStocks, cryptocurrency, boob jobs- you know, that sort of thing. Investments.â She waved the spoon around before she turned the stove off completely. Valencia grabbed the plates and loaded his up a bit higher than hers, she knew that sheâd send him home with a to-go plate but for now she was going to let him eat like a king. âOh, so youâre the big man now huh?â Valencia chuckled and put the plates on the already set table, grabbing a beer for the both of them. âWhatâs the gig? And before you get any ideas, no you will not be helping me out in any way. I can take care of myself, thank you very much.â She told him matter of factly as she put some bread onto his plate.
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âDonât get me started!â Sybelle said with a groan, stretching her arms over her head. Then she proceded to tell her everything. âAnd then, the widowâs son, tried to flirt with me right there, on his fatherâs funeral. I mean, what the hell!â she said. âI told him I was not interested but you now how some men are, they caât take a no for an answer so I moved closer to him, and whispered into his ear that unless he wanted to join his dad, he better leave me alone,â Sybelle said with a smile, taking a sip of her drink. âI mean, no offence tothe guy, he was hot but it wasnât the right time, you know? Maybe if we had been somewhere else, i would have said yes,â she shrugged with a smirk. âWhat about you?â she asked her. âHowâs everything going on your end? Sybelle then picked up some cheese cubes from a silver tray. âDamn, these are good!âÂ
Valencia listened closely, wincing as she heard of the sheer drudgery of her day. She couldnât help but laugh out loud at the fuckery while she nursed her drink. âWho the hell hits on anyone at a funeral?â Valencia chuckled before taking another long sip of her drink. âOh come on, you so wouldnât. I wouldnât. Not even if I met them at the bar. One night stands arenât all that fun, ugh especially when you have to go home right after. I always feel so...weird.â She downed the rest of her drink. âMm, my day. Well, it was pretty okay. Made eight hundred which was just okay, got home slept until about ten-ish? Then I went for a mani and pedi, got salads with a friend, and- ooh! I forgot to tell you! I think Iâm gonna get a new bag later this week!â She grinned.
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for: anyone ( @vengeancearchivesâ ) MAY 8TH, afternoon; bashâs family home
+ mostly geared towards the iron coffins members / characters affiliated with the club or neutral civilians bash could be friends with (feel free to assume connections in this case!!); anyone affiliated with the blazing phoenixâs might be a bit trickier but iâm open to plotting out why your muse could be here. or i can write you a different starter, just let me know in the dms!!
asking his mom to not do anything for his birthday was really a waste of time, bash shouldâve known she wouldnât listen anyway. and not only did she ignore bashâs request, she invited pretty much everyone she could think of. the entire club is here, his other friends that he wasnât even aware his mom knew about, even some of his momâs neighbors showed up, despite the fact that bash hasnât lived here for the past eight years. heâs still not entirely sure whether heâs enjoying himself or notâthatâs yet to be decided.
the cakeâs good, heâll give her that. store bought, because she doesnât have the time or energy for anything else but itâs the good stuff from the bakery, not the shit from the supermarket heâs so used to. taste of his early childhood, when the cheap supermarket shit was all they could afford. bash gets himself another slice and a fresh beer, then sits on the back porch steps, mostly so he can get the view of the entire backyardâfull of his friends and family.Â
âyou know i told my mom not to do this,â he says when one of the guests joins him. âstill convinced any birthdays past twenty-one really donât need to get celebrated. it all gets soâŚrepetitive. you peak at your eighteenth anyway, then itâs all downhill from there,â he chuckles. thirty-one is a far cry from that. to think heâs this old nowâan actual adult. mad. âbut thanks for coming anyway. iâm thinking about an afterparty. getting smashed at luckyâs sounds like a good idea, right?â
âOh look, itâs the old man.â Valencia teased, drink in hand as she sat down with him. He was only now and officially one year older than her. âSheâs your mom, sheâs gonna do exactly what you tell her not to.â Valencia smiled softly. âShush, they do. You so do not peak at eighteen either. Watch, youâre gonna get real real hot at forty. Thats what always happens anyway. Its like second puberty, but without all the awkwardness and go straight to hot. Then, itâs all downhill from there.â She raised a brow at his invitation. âYâall are some damn alcoholics I swear.â Valencia teased, but was half serious. It seemed as though the majority of the town was always at the bar, but then she wouldnât expect less from a bunch of bikers. âIts your birthday. If thats what you wanna do then weâll get really really drunk and Iâll pretend to laugh when you start making terrible jokes. Hell, maybe the drinks will actually make you funny.â She smirked, as she took a sip of her beer. She really needed to stop hanging with Will, her mouth got worse since he came into her life. âI could use a few more drinks, a sticky bar, and some super salty pretzels. Sounds fun.â
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   as soon as monique heard her front door open she was hobbling down the stairs with two different shoes on and fabric gently clutched in her hands. â sorry - sorry for changinâ the meeting time and place to here, â she huffed offering the other a sympathetic smile. â just needed to see what you were wearing before we got to the restaurant. youâre always lookinâ drop dead and i needed to give myself a fighting chance. â eyes dancing over valenciaâs frame for a moment before looking back up to meet her eyes with a soft smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, â and today is no different. â moe held up the leather jacket in her left hand and stuck her left foot out, â this jacket and the strappy heels ? or denim and sandals ? your call. â she took a turn holding the denim over the burgundy fabric of her slip dress letting the other woman have a look.
If Monique was late then Valencia was even later. Valencia was notorious for taking her time trying to pick an outfit, so much so that she had to start getting ready hours in advance. She settled on a classic long-sleeved dress and some heels, and kept her hair down as always. After arriving at Moniqueâs place, Valencia invited herself in as always, smiling as she saw her friend. As Monique hobbled down the stairs, Valencia couldnât help but giggle, she was so adorable. âLeather jacket, strappy heels.â Valencia confirmed, her eyes dancing over Moniqueâs small curves. âAnd, Iâm gonna slap you! You know you always look amazing. Forget a fighting chance, you blow me out of the water every time! You look like a model.â Valencia was sure if Monique had lived in her hometown she would have definitely been a beauty queen. Meeting her for the first time nearly scared her off, as she incorrectly assumed she wasnât the nicest of people. However, Monique was down to earth and pretty, and that was all it took for the both of them to become fast friends. âYou know youâre drop dead gorgeous, hush.â Valencia waved her off. âAnd donât apologize, itâs fine. You know Iâm never up to anything really.â She shrugged, âWeâre taking my car, right?â
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Sybelle smirked at the small glass of green liquid and took it carefully between her thumb and index finger to drink it all in one go. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the taste. It was her favorite drink and she felt that she deserved it after a long day. Three funerals were a lot of work. Flowers, food, guests, tissues, tears and hugs. She did not like to be the target of anyoneâs crying but that came with the job and she always found herself wrapped in a tight embrace by a grieving widow or heartbroken daughter. It was normal, it was her job but she always made sure she was the best at what she did, not to mention what happened behind the business if being a funeral home. Her team had no knowledge about it, only her twin brother and Sybelle would keep it that way as long as she could. When someone requested her services as a cleaner, there were a few who were able to contact her. Now she just wanted to have some fun and the best way to do so what to start with drinks.Â
âHey, hey, heyâ she said, waving to the familiar face she saw in the crowd. âYouâre late and I had to start the party without you. Forgive me, dear.â
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The aches and pains of the weekend at work had settled in. A bruise from the pole here, some carpet burn there. Valencia was sure she had slightly rolled her ankle at one point, but all she could do was rest. That was though, until Sybelle had texted her to come out for drinks. Not one to ever turn down an opportunity to get totally wasted, Valencia hauled her ass to the bar. It wasnât long before she spotted the leggy brunette, and she slid into the seat before rattling off her order to the bartender. âOh no, itâs completely fine.â She ran her hand through her curls. âI woulda done the same thing. You know I love a good pre-game.â She hummed as she cracked her neck. âI can already feel my hangover thatâs gonna come on tomorrow. I had some drinks after work last night. Nothing too hard, but I know Iâm gonna be screaming for a juice detox in the next few days. Anyway, how was your day?â

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âWhat good is a sugar daddy if heâs not gonna get you an Xbox?â Will asks, kicking his feet up onto Valenciaâs couch, leaning back with his arms behind his head. Su casa, mi casa, he thinks as he makes himself at home in his best friendâs living room, not caring that he still has his dirty old sneakers on or that heâs barely said hi. âSeriously,â a bag of hot Cheetos, swiped from Food Donkey, is opened up and Will hands them out to V, âif youâre gonna sell your soul, you should at least get some fancy-ass perks.â // @vcxensâ
Another fight, another make-up, and another day Will was here to grace his presence with a swiped snack and some snark. Valencia knew how he was, and that this was just friendly banter for him. However, she knew that at the very least he could keep his comments to himself, or âshut the fuck upâ like the mantra she repeated in her head. Wordlessly, she grabbed (more like snatched) the Cheetos bag and popped one in her mouth before she went back to stirring the curry she was making. âFirst of all-â She banged the spoon against the metal pot, trying to get the chunks of potato back into the simmering stew. â-Heâs not my sugar daddy, you know that. Second, Iâm not selling my soul. As you can see, Iâm completely fine and cared for thank you very much; and this-â She swirled her spoon in the air, referring to the place around them. â- is the perk. Donât you think Iâd buy myself an xbox if I really wanted one? Sorry I prefer my gifts in investments rather than toys.â Valencia felt like it was fair to at least get one jab in. âBesides, Iâm pretty sure youâd rather eat instead of talk. Foodâs almost done.â
VALENCIA MOORE has been living in Clayton, Georgia for FIVE YEARS. They are a CIVILIAN and currently working as a STRIPPER + STAY AT HOME MISTRESS. They are known to be SPOILED & RECKLESS, but also known to be LOYAL & AMBITIOUS. I hope you are enjoying their time in Clayton, there is no place quite like home.
a fine spritz of baccarat rouge 540, the perfect shade of red lipstick, cuban espresso, a strong strain of weed and a chill playlist, salty sea air, pricey handbags, sweaty yoga mats, calloused hands, and the sheer inability to ever be serious
tw: some mention of domestic abuse + shitty boyfriends :/
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My mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing to North. No fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.
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*me lying to men* oh wow thatâs so interesting