#i'm pretty fucking sure i'm gonna delete this later but...

[coridallasmultipass]

(This is just an apology I owe someone I will probably never see again. Please ignore, I just needed to get it off my chest 16 years later. I'm not a good person, and I was very cruel as a teen.)

Hi. I'm sorry I wronged you. I treated you terribly when you gave me that letter. It was my fault, obviously. You were such a kind person to me, and we could have been great friends. You shot your shot, and that was totally normal and fair. I just want to explain why I reacted that way, because it was completely uncalled for.

I was living as a girl then, and had no idea that I had this trans man living inside me all along. I didn't know it, but my friendships with men felt so important and validating to me. I felt like I could be one of the bros without realizing that there was an actual personal reason why I needed that validation and mirroring. I guess, at the time, I would have chalked it up to 'daddy issues' from having a continually absent father figure,' which is incredibly reductive and dismissive, and was never genuinely my issue. I felt safe when it was me hanging out with some guys, especially when we often had more interests align which was rare to find in female friends. It's not easy being a kid into metal, alt fashion, art, and nerdy things, when you live in a rural small town where sports is considered the 'ideal' for teens. But you already know that. You lived it, too. You just didn't have the societal pressure to perform femininity, when you're not a girl, on top of it. ((But who knows, you could be a trans woman right now and struggling with your own issues from the other side, I really don't know you.))

But boy, did I PERFORM femininity. The metal scene wasn't the best inspiration for women. You had to be a hot sexy metal babe or you wouldn't get dick. No love for the androgynous women (except lesbians. Go lesbians, I love you.) At least that's what it felt like to 14-year-old me. I had to struggle with the fact that I wanted to look like the band members, not the women they were pictured with. I showed my hairstylist pictures of band men and short-haired Rihanna so I had at least one girl on there. I don't know where I'm going with this. I tried to do both perform the femininity, and doing small things to look more like the band guys I idolized, finding excuses to portray men in acting/roleplay/costumes. 'Because I had a crush on them, right?' No, because I wanted to BE them. Iwanted to be wanted as a man. Not as some metal babe. Being desired as a woman felt horribly invalidating, and I couldn't have ever explained why until now.

It's not a valid excuse, but I reacted that way because I felt safe around you. So safe. You were a dude, my bro, and I could be myself without feeling like I'm being 'tested' for performing human femininity like I did around girls. Like I walk into a room and everyone stops and glares at me. That's what I felt like, that hypervigilance, without knowing what that word meant. You were a good friend, kind, interesting, naturally attractive, and cool. I can't explain it, but it felt like betrayal when you gave me that letter. Suddenly, I was a 'love interest' and not 'fellow bro' and it hurt me so badly to believe that our friendship was built on you viewing me as a girl, not an equal. (That sounds absolutely horrible, I'm not implying that women are 'less," just that it made me feel like I was being unseen, that your feelings were for someone i was not.) I felt like our friendship was built on a lie. I felt disgusted at myself for reasons I didn't understand.

I reacted horribly. I wrote you that shameful e-mail in response. I tried burning that letter because I'm a dramatic hoe, but couldn't get the fireplace open, so I had to blow it out and instead melted and shredded it into the sink disposal. My mom came home and smelled the smoke and thought I was trying a cigarette. (I didn't try a single drug until I had a cigarette in fall of 2017, age 23.) Do we address the situation like an adult with calm words and ponder why we feel all these negative emotions, or do we SINK GO BRRRRRRRR DESTROY THE EVIDENCE?

14-year-old Cori go BRRRRRRRR, apparently.

I mean, I was a KID. Kids are mean as fuck.

It's no excuse, but I can look back on that now and say definitively that it was a result of not understanding my gender identity. I know I'm gay (not to mention, aro), but I did things counter to that, like have a phase of being a lesbian/bi/pan-preferring woman. if being attracted to women made me feel more butch and manly, then 'hey, look at that chick's thighs, bro…' I was gonna play it up.

Anyway, my point, discovering gender was like, literally taking off a suit of armour that never fit right because it was too small for me. I took off that suit of armour at age 19. It felt freeing to have no gender at all. I could do anything I wanted to find what fit me, trying on anything and everything. I finally found that fit in 2015. I'm a dude. This armour fits me perfectly now, and it flexes with my movement. But i still have the chafing and bruises from wearing the wrong armour for so many years.

I should have gently told you that I wanted to stay just friends. Instead, I was spiteful and mean for something that was my own fault. I refused to address my own gender problems, avoiding them entirely and dumping them onto you. I should not have been so immature as to do that and then entirely avoid you forever after.

So, I am deeply and truly sorry. I have regretted it every moment since I clicked 'send.' I hope you've entirely forgotten me by now. I hope you're doing well and still playing music and being your own creative self. I hope you're making mad bucks doing whatever the fuck you love. I'm sorry.

#an apology #reading 'pageboy' has me thinking of my gender again and wondering when my body knew i was trans before my brain? #apologies #gender identity #trans man #aromanic #just tagging so i can find it again on my blog eventually #but if you do read it feel free to judge me harshly im pretty sure my character is inherently evil so its valid to think im an asshole #might delete later tbh idk tho like i feel like i deserve to display my faults publicly to be mildly absolved #OBLIGATORY: 'DISCLAIMER: i'M HI (HIGH)' TAG #bc lmao im not gonna overshare otherwise lol idk why i get so verbose when im hi #Cori.exe #Post.exe #pls do ignore tho like damn i was awful #holy fuck ive eaten a ton of chocolates lmao need some serotopamine in this mf #i think getting hi and writing out pesonal shit like this lately has been very healing like its a safe way to think about life while buzzin #the drawbridge into my mind momentarily lowers #gelato really is the good shit #maybe ill write a book about how to not be a human

[magnuficentwo]

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#this is just kind of a silly vent post without much um. context. but sometimes i genuinely think nobody likes talking to me #I've accidentally taught myself that when people aren't 100% engaged with what I'm saying or the jokes I'm making it means #that they want me to shut up #and on some occasions this does genuinely save me the trouble but most of the time I feel horribly awkward and annoying lmao Me when im #fucking anxious #all the time #I don't know what it is but my attempts at connecting with people never go well for me #I always end up fucking up at some point and driving them away or just drifting away myself because I dont see their interest #i feel. genuinely really bad #and i dont know how im supposed o #to fix it #and im pretty sure there isnt an actual way to fix it im just. eughbb #this is so stupid im gonna #delete later

[a-simple-imagine]

Perfectly Pathetic Pt.2

synopsis: you try to fix things with cady while maintaining your friendship with the plastics

pairing: regina george x fem!reader, elements of cady heron x fem!reader

words: 6.6k (6666 to be exact)

A/N - it’s here at long last besties!! get it while it’s hot because i might delete later idk how i feel about it

WARNINGS - swearing, toxic relationships and general toxicity, d-slur, and bullying

PREV //

come Sunday, you wake up with a throbbing head and zero energy left in your body but memories sit crystal clear. you remember Regina trying to come onto you. her scaring Cady away. Gretchen rubbing your back as you listen to her whine about Jason for the millionth time. weird night. you check your phone but don't bother to reply to anyone except Karen who wouldn't stop sending you explicit details about some reality show she was binging. but alas the weekend was over and you're forced to brave the embarrassment of going back to school after a party. happens every time. people do dumb shit and are forced to face it on Monday.

the first person you come across is none other than the red-headed new girl herself. you have got to imagine she is mad at you after what happened; the lies Regina told. it was not your fault but you should probably try and make peace.

"Hey! New girl," yelled down the hallway, you walk a little faster in order to catch up. you watch her glance around a little confused as you approach.

"Oh," her expression seems to neutralise as she realises it's you. "hi."

"did you have a good Sunday?"

"it was alright," the fact she was speaking to you was a good sign. "I spent it with my mom."

"cute," you flash a smile. Cady was clutching her books pretty tightly. "I thought we should maybe talk about Saturday."

"We don't have to to."

"but I want to," you insist. "please?"

"Regina already told me,"

"Regina is a liar," you blurt out. hopefully, that wouldn't get back to her. "I don't know what she said exactly but it's not true," she looks at you with curious eyes. "I wasn't stringing you along or anything,"

"Sure,"

"I like you, Cady. you're... different," you express. "I wanna be your friend. and I was really happy when you showed up at the party,"

"Really?"

"mhmm," you hum, nodding to prove your point. "cross my heart." you mime the action of drawing a cross across your chest. you're not sure they're gonna forgive you but the bell for homeroom would ring at any moment so time was running out.

"Okay," replied after a moment. a small smile that's quick to fade.

"do you want to finish working on our assignment later?" you ask.

"Sure," they shrug. "meet you out front?"

you're not entirely convinced you're forgiven but you'll take what you can get. you're about to respond when your eyes spot Gretchen amongst the crowd. you lock eyes for a second before she bolts in the opposite direction. with a heavy sigh, you charge after her.

"Gretchen." yelled down the hallway causing a few heads to turn. people naturally darted out of your way but you almost smashed into a few people. "Gretchen," is she getting quicker? "will you just stop?" the answer was apparently no because she just kept going until you manage to grab her arm forcing her to stop. "what the fuck?"

"oh hey, I didn't see you back there." she lies, offering a less-than-genuine smile.

"I was literally yelling your name?" your brow furrowed. you could almost see the gears turning in her head trying to come up with some kind of excuse.

"Sorry, I'm tired- mustn't have heard you." was that the best she could do? you just roll your eyes.

"Can you not tell Regina I was talking to Cady."

"Why?" she asks despite already knowing the answer.

"Please, Gretchen? it's really not a big deal, okay so let's just keep it between us."

"I said you should stay away from her and you ignored me."

"I know and you were probably right but," you shrug. "it's too late and besides, I have to do a presentation with her, that's why we were talking. you can even ask Karen."

"I won't tell anyone." that was a lie. She won't tell anyone except Regina obviously. always trying to be in her good graces.

"if you promise not to tell, I'll... tell Jason something bad about Taylor? like she has crabs or something?"

her eyes light up at the prospect. "really?"

you nod. Taylor had never liked you so you weren't exactly on the best of terms and if making up some rumour about her gets Gretchen off your back then great. "but you can't tell Regina, deal?"

"deal," Gretchen smiles brightly. thank fuck for that. you start walking together now. "so what happened at the party?"

"don't you already know?" you tease. "thought that pretty little head of yours knew everything."

"I'm working on it."

you shrug. she'd probably find out eventually. "nothing really. Regina told Cady some stuff about me."

"that you don't like her and are only pretending to be her friend?"

"so you did already know,"

"I don't know what you see in Cady."

"I don't know." she just wasn't like anyone else. a new avenue to discover. most of these people you've known for years. the bell rings out and suddenly you remember you were supposed to drop off a take-home quiz by homeroom today. you had actually done it but forgot it was in your locker. "oh shit,"

"What?"

"I just forgot to hand something in i'll see you later," with a quick wave goodbye, you rush off back the way you've come. it wasn't like you were bad in school or anything. just sometimes you'd forget to bring in homework. one... or four late quizzes later and suddenly Ms. Norbury is giving you extra work to make up for it. it's not like you have a life or anything. As you grab the paper from your locker, Karen Shetty emerges.

"Morning," sang dazzlingly as she shoved your locker door closed.

"good morning," you smile softly, a glance over her outfit. "you're particularly chirpy today and look great,"

a tiny theatrical gasp, she puts a playful hand over her chest. "thank you,"

"where did you get the cardigan?"

"thrifted it,"

"oooh, I love that," you say. "also it goes so well with that super cute bracelet you're wearing,"

"Aw thanks, my friend made it."

"that's so cute, she must be a really great friend," you tease.

"she is," Karen nods. "where are you headed?"

"I gotta drop this off to Ms.Norbury or I'll fail math,"

"Can I come?"

it wasn't exactly an exciting trip so you don't know why she would want to? plus you were late for homeroom now. "I guess?"

"did you have fun at the party?" Karen inquiries as you begin towards Ms Norbury's homeroom class.

"it was alright,"

"I heard you got into a fight with Regina,"

"hardly a fight," you sigh. it was gonna be a very long day. "it's fine. you know how she can be,"

"was it over Cady?"

"Why does everyone suddenly care about Cady?" you stress. "it really doesn't matter."

a shrug. "I heard from Gretchen that Connor is grounded now because he didn't tell his parents about the party and they found out because somebody was sick in like a vase or something,"

"ew," you giggle, scrunching up your nose in disgust. "like they just found cold vomit in a vase?"

"mhmm," Karen nods eagerly. you make a fake gagging action as you knock on the open door. why is it always so awkward to walk into an already full classroom? ms. Norbury invited you further inside and you can't help but look at the people staring at you.

"so you do know how to hand things in on time," you resist the urge to roll your eyes. "great. now if you can just do that all the time."

"I make no promises," you answer, placing your homework down on her desk. when your eyes meet Cady's she waves a little. you flash a smile.

"come see me after school and I'll let you know how you did and if I need anything else from you,"

"Okay," you sigh. wasn't your first extra credit quiz. nor your last probably. you leave the classroom quickly, grabbing Karen's hand. she'd been waiting at the door.

"lots of people in there,"

"yeah because we're supposed to be in homeroom," you advise her.

"I didn't hear the bell,"

oh, Karen. "just come on."

it was a rather lifeless day thank god. you were grateful for the peace. and ms. Norbury hadn't given you any more work. you still had your tutor sessions but they never bothered you too much. now you're sitting staring at your laptop pretending you're doing research. Cady is scribbling in her notebook. Once again you're bored. and you can't help but watch Cady and wonder if she really has forgiven you. sure you were together right now but only because of this stupid presentation. you sit up a little straighter, taking a sip from your water bottle. "are you mad at me?"

it's sudden and she seems perplexed as she glances up at you. "huh?"

"I don't want you to be mad at me"

"I'm not mad," she urges, going back to her little scribbling. "you said Regina was lying, I believe you."

"just like that?" it seemed too easy.

"just like that,"

"how do you know I'm not lying about Regina lying though?"

"I don't." a shrug, she looks at you. "I'm just trusting you so can we please get back on track." you're not sure you would forgive someone as easily as this. it seemed naïve. or maybe she was just a better person than you. either way, this was what you wanted so...

"This is so boring," you whine loudly, pushing your laptop away so you can dramatically collapse against the table.

"if you actually help instead of complaining, we'd get it done quicker."

"Cady," you sigh loudly. "let's not, I'm just here to be pretty, okay? I shouldn't be forced to do homework too."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," you sit up properly once more. "ask away."

"Why do you hang out with Regina?" the question catches you a little off guard. why did she wanna know that?

"What does that have to do with the book?" you counter, a playful raise of your brow. "if you stayed on topic, we'd get it done quicker."

"I'm serious."

you shrug a little. "why wouldn't I? She's like one of my best friends."

"why though? I've seen the way she treats you,"

"you just don't get Regina," very few people did. sure she was kinda mean and pushy, you'd never deny that but the rest of the school didn't get to see her other side. which was also kinda mean but a tad softer. the blonde was fierce. if someone fucked with you, or Karen, or even Gretchen, she'd go to war. you've watched her destroy girls just to prop Gretchen up to Jason. maul boys for making fun of Karen. you only got away with half the shit you did because you were friends with Regina. maybe she kept you around because you showered her with love and attention but she, in her own way, gave it right back. "she can be a lot but she's really cool."

"she's horrible to literally everyone."

"yeah but that's like kinda funny," Cady gives you a look suggesting she doesn't agree which was fair but she didn't exactly pick the nicest people to be friends with. Damian was funny in class and you liked to tell him gossip that Gretchen told you. you never really spoke to Janis too much but you've seen her around. heard what she says about you. She makes jokes right to your face. "don't act like Janis doesn't do the exact same thing. why do you hang out with her?"

"That's different,"

"is it?" you challenge. "or is Regina just popular?" Cady seems to not have an answer because she goes back to the book. "she's my friend and I like her. simple as."

"I'm sorry for asking,"

"Don't worry about it," you weren't particularly angry. you knew how people viewed Regina. a mixture of high admiration and fear. "So did you enjoy your first party?"

"yeah. not exactly what I was expecting,"

"they're not all like that," you urge. "sometimes they're fun. sometimes you wanna stab yourself in the eye to get out of it."

"did you have fun?"

"fun is not the word I would use but it was an experience," After Cady left you kind of just sulked with Gretchen until Karen found you and insisted you had to dance together. you spent the rest of the night with her. "I'm happy you came. I wish Regina hadn't messed everything up."

"sorry I left."

"you don't have to apologise." you smile. "we're hanging out now even if you're making me do homework. and there's always next time."

"I'm not making you do homework," Cady argues. you just smile. shuffling along the bench so you're right beside her. She has the book open in front of her and a notebook full of scribbles. you repeatedly tap the notebook with your finger.

"Are these not notes for our project? is that not homework?"

"yeah but these are my notes," she expresses, snatching up her notebook to place on the side away from you. As your eyes meet, you can almost pinpoint the exact moment she gets flustered. a dusting of pink gracing her cheeks. "you're just fucking about."

a dramatic gasp before a smile takes over. "I would never."

Cady smiles and before you have time to react she is leaning in to connect your lips in the softest of embraces. it reminds you of the first time Regina kissed you. only it never had the chance to become anything more before you pull back.

"Sorry- I didn't. I don't know why I did that." that dusting of pink is now a deep shade of red. panic in her voice. eyes firmly on her homework. you're unsure of what to say exactly. you liked Cady. maybe even the same way she apparently liked you. but you just weren't sure yet.

"It's alright, don't worry about it," you express. "uh... should we get back to the book?"

you weren't mad or upset with Cady. her kissing you had just left you feeling... weird? so even as you parted ways and you got texts later in the evening, you couldn't bring yourself to reply. you just needed some time to think.

Lunchtime is weird. Everyone is quiet. Painfully quiet. Karen and Gretchen are just eating their lunch. Regina is staring at the label of her yoghurt. you're sat there anxiously like a child bursting with energy. this was so unlike them. "can someone just talk already," you blurt out. a little startled, everyone looks at you. "sorry. just nobody is talking and it's freaking me out. normally Gretchen never shuts up."

"why are you even here?" Regina asks, twisting the dessert in her hand. you wish she'd just eat it instead of inspecting it.

"why wouldn't I be?"

"shouldn't you be over there with the pyro-dyke and her band of freaks." her head nods in the direction she means but her eyes never leave that stupid label. the nickname referred to Janis and Band of Freaks must mean Cady and Damian.

a sigh. "you're being ridiculous,"

"I'm being what?" Regina asked firmly. her yoghurt placed down slowly as her eyes zone in on you. sharp and daring. Karen gently nudges your leg with hers but you're not sure if it was an accident or a warning. you glance at her and then at Gretchen who is keeping her eyes firmly on her food.

"nothing. sorry," you say softly.

"stand up," voice low but commanding. you can't tell if she's serious so you remain seated. watching her. "stand up. now." she was louder now. attracting attention. putting on a show as various people looked to see what the commotion was. "you wanna run around with freaks and lesbos, then go."

"Are you-"

"go." you swallow hard. willing yourself not to crumble under the pressure of everyone's gaze. you could argue back but you know better than to challenge her when she's this pissed off. so you just push up, grab your tray and leave the table. you lock eyes with Janis along the way who is next to Cady. you can't join them like Regina so angrily implied, it'd just make things worse for them and yourself.

your last few classes of the day are spent wondering what you've done to piss off Regina today. you've hardly even seen her. maybe Gretchen told her about the hallway yesterday? She promised not to plus this seemed like a massive overreaction. you're at your locker, grabbing your stuff when Gretchen approaches. "Regina said if you can behave yourself you're allowed to come shopping with us,"

"hello to you too Gretchen," you slam the metal door shut. "no thank you.."

"Seriously?"

"she basically banished me from the cafeteria today, why would I wanna go anywhere with her?" you ask but it was mostly rhetorical as you start down the hall.

"you know she was only joking," the brunette trails after you.

"was she? felt pretty real to me,"

"that's just her humour," Gretchen assures you. "you have to come. Regina will be upset,"

"Regina doesn't have emotions," you fire back, pushing through the double doors, you almost collide with another person. "Jesus, watch out."

didn't take long to realise who it was. "it's Karen actually,"

"I know your name, baby" you pat her shoulder. "why are you right outside the door?"

"waiting for you," she takes your hand. "we're going shopping."

"I don't wanna do that," you express but Karen is already leading you towards Regina's jeep. "Karen, let go" you groan but put up little resistance. the blonde is leaning against the side eyes on you as you're being dragged across the front lawn.

"you found her then," the blonde comments, pushing away from the metal of her jeep. "thought we'd have to start putting up lost dog posters or something."

"why am I even here?"

"Isn't it obvious- get in the car." Regina climbs in and everyone else does the same. "we need someone to carry the bags."

why were you here? why had you given in so easily? You didn't even want to go shopping and now you're staring at yourself in the wall-length mirror of a dressing room, trying on outfits. with a heavy sigh, you step through the curtain

"what do you think?"

"you look great," declares Gretchen.

"beautiful," an eager Karen. She had picked it out.

Regina turns from the large mirror at the end of the space where she was inspecting the dress she was trying on to you. "ew." is all she says before turning back.

"yeah, I never liked it," Gretchen remarks quickly.

"try this," Karen shoves a hanger in your hand before pushing you back towards the dressing room. you stare at your reflection once more. you didn't think it looked too bad but maybe Regina was right. it wasn't exactly your style but that's because Karen picked it. it was more you than most of the outfits she tried to get you to wear... it did sit a little weirdly. you can hear Regina talking to the girls, sending them each on an errand. and then it's silent. you begin to undress when the blonde calls your name. you stop what you're doing. She says it again and you walk out.

"what's up?" you question cautiously. you weren't about to let your guard down around her.

"what do you think of this dress?" the blonde spins to face you. hands on her hips. your brow furrows. why did she want your opinion? your eyes drift. taking in Regina. notice every curve. She really was a sight to behold.

"looks good."

"That's all I get?"

"What were you expecting?"

The girl turns back. "A shower of complements but guess you're not even good for that anymore."

"I said it looks good?"

"I'm done with you now. go change out of that ugly outfit already."

you wanna say something but you decide to just bite your tongue and head back into the dressing room.

come the weekend, Regina is out of town with her parents which means you've ended up with babysitting duties. Gretchen and Karen had both decided they were coming over to your place. you didn't mind. so now you're loitering on the bed with your back against your headboard scrolling through your phone. Karen is snuggled up in half a blanket using your lap as a pillow also scrolling through her phone. it's silent but comfortable. Gretchen vanished about ten minutes ago and hasn't returned. "do we have to start hanging out with Cady?"

"What?" you glance down from your phone. 

"I don't wanna hang out with her, she's creepy."

"that's not very nice, Karen," you scold. "but no. why would we?"

"Because you're like a thing now," Karen answered, pressing her phone to her chest. She meets your stare. "you kissed"

"excuse me?" your heart practically skips a beat. you undoubtedly hadn't told anyone that Cady kissed you and you're almost certain she hadn't.

"what? Gretchen told us that she saw you and Cady making out after school on Monday," Gretchen fucking weiners. of course. but how did she know?

"by us you mean?"

"me and Regina," fuck.

"When was this?" you wonder. and as if summoned on cue, Gretchen emerges through the doorway and you can't help but raise your voice. "you told Regina I was making out with Cady?"

"What?"

"Karen told me so don't lie," you demand. "I thought we had a deal."

"I didn't tell her about the hallway."

"Are you stupid?" you press. Gretchen sits on the edge of your bed, fluttering her eyelashes.

"I'm sorry," a hefty sigh. the girl shuffled up the bed so she was beside you. "are you mad at me?"

"Obviously."

"but you love me?" you don't reply and she nudges your shoulder with hers. "right?" you stay silent, glimpsing at her withan empty expression. you did love her but you were pissed off with her right now.

"look at this," Karen shoves her phone straight up and into your view. it shows a picture of herself. you assume she had just taken by the outfit.

"adorable," you smile walmly but it quickly fades. Gretchen had very much fucked you over. That day with Cady, you hadn't seen anyone around other than a few stray students. why was Gretchen even still there? and why hadn't she asked you about it before telling Regina?

"did you see what Kelsey posted today?" Gretchen questions, pulling out her phone. "it's so pathetic. like she's clearly doing it just for attention." you let your head fall back against the wall as Gretchen proceeds to talk in your ear. your mind drifts to the day in the cafeteria when Regina embarrassed you in front of everyone. you had thought it was an extreme reaction to a conversation in the hallway but turns out it was because of the kiss. was she that jealous of the idea of you and Cady? That made little sense when she was running around with Shane.

"Does Regina hate me?"

"of course not," Gretchen insists, a comforting hand placed on your shoulder. "you know anger is basically her love language. she just cares a lot."

"Regina thinks Cady is a freak," Karen contributes. "and that you hanging out with her makes us look bad."

"We were just doing homework."

"I saw you kiss her," Gretchen retorts.

"she kissed me,"

"you have been hanging out with her a lot," Karen states

"and you invited her to Connor's party," Gretchen resumes.

"yeah but..." you trail off because you really don't have a comeback. All those things were very much true. "this is stupid."

"if you had just listened to me-"

"Jesus, we get it Gretchen" you huff sharply and then feel bad for it. "sorry but you have to stop saying that- I should be able to talk to a girl without it being the end of the world."

"maybe talk to less weird girls?" Karen proposes brightly. "like me.... or Gretchen.... oooh or Regina."

"Thanks for the suggestion." you tap her nose gently, making her face scrunch up. "but I meant other than you three."

"you can talk to whoever you want," Gretchen reassures you, dropping her head to your shoulder. "as long as Regina approves."

"you sound insane,"

Gretchen shrugs. Karen's attention has returned to her phone. and you were suddenly so aware of how insane being friends with Regina George truly is.

the bell for first period has you walking down the hallway towards your history class. you share it with Gretchen who you haven't spoken to since Sunday. you're still mad at her.

"Hey, can we talk?" your brow furrows a little. it was Regina. and you were still mad at her too for last week.

"I have to get to class," you huff but she doesn't take the hint; instead she takes your hand and drags you straight into the nearest closet. it smelt like chemicals, dust and... vanilla. you imagine the vanilla is the girl, not the room.

"what the hell?"

"Just give me a minute,"

"why are we in a closet?" you wonder. it was cramped. a painfully buzzy lightbulb hung over head, flickering through an array of intensities. shelves full of supplies.

"I'm sorry, okay?" your eyes were looking anyway but at her until now. staring into blue-green eyes. did she just... apologise for something? was this a dream? your dreams never normally included Regina apologising but that seemed like the only way this could be real. "I'm sorry I got mad over you and Cady. you've just been acting weird since she joined"

"Are you... fucking with me right now?""

"what? I can't apologise?"

"I never said that," you did imply it but you would never say it. "I'm just confused." a shrug of your shoulders.

"I just don't like it. I don't like her," she wasn't about that. you weren't confused about her feelings towards Cady. you were confused as to why she was apologising for it? also, why do you have to do this in the closet? couldn't you have done this in a place with such a dizzying aroma? "I get like angry when I see you together. and then when Gretchen told me you kissed her-"

"she kissed me."

"Whatever," a dismissive wave. "I mean, it just was a lot y'know."

"not really" Your brow furrows.

"you're not that fucking dense, are you?" as the blonde takes a step forward, you take a step back crashing into a bucket and mop. She grabs your wrist. maybe an attempt to save you? "careful." said much softer. caring almost. it makes you suspicious. more so than the apology you hardly believed in the first place.

"we're gonna be late for class," you answer quietly. you try to pull your arm away but her grip doesn't falter. it's firm and tight; possessive almost. "Regina, please,"

"you promised to stay away from her," Regina mentions softly. you think back to that day. Regina straddling your lap. hands on your chest. moving against you. soft lips. it makes you blush. she pulls you closer. "promised you didn't like her more than me." her other hand gently cups your cheek. "was all that a lie?"

"no," you shake your head slow and stern. "no. i-"

"you kissed her." stated firmly.

"she kissed me," you argue back. her fingers press a little harder into your cheek.

"don't remember asking," expressed as she leaned in close. hot breath hitting your skin. vanilla fills your nostrils. "tell me you love me," whispered. you swallow hard. "please."

"Regina..." grip on your wrist tightens.

"go on."

"I... love you," you sound more confused than sure.

"more than cady?"

"you're my best friend,"

a once gentle hand now grips your chin. "more than Cady?" asked again.

"uh... more than Cady,"

"say you're obsessed with me." her lips loom mere inches from yours threatening a kiss.

"I'm... obsessed with you." her eyes are so intense, it's kinda scary. it's always treacherous being so close to her.

"Good," her lips press into yours. fierce and strong. but gone just as quickly. "I'll see you at lunch." she lets go and leaves without another word. The door to the closet closes with a click. insane. you remain for a few minutes. a little lost. a little confused. then you leave for class.

sat at a table under the beautiful shade of a massive umbrella during your free period. Cady is opposite. Gretchen was supposed to be here too but you don't know what happened to her. probably worried about sitting with Cady. "why are you doing work?"

"It's a study period. you should also be doing work,"

"It's almost lunchtime don't be ridiculous," you groan loudly. the bell rings mere moments later bringing a smile as the animals are released from their classrooms out into the wild. "see."

"you didn't do anything,"

"never do. That's half the fun of a free period before lunch."

"hey baby," that was Regina's voice. you look up promptly, half expecting her to make a comment or demand your presence but instead, she takes a seat right beside you.

"Hello," you try not to think about earlier. about how weird this is and focus on the fact she seemed to be in a good mood. her arms snake around you, drawing you back into her embrace.

"Cady,"

"hi Regina,"

"you look good today," Regina comments. your brow furrows. she was being weirdly affectionate. should you be concerned? probably but you were gonna enjoy her openness. the last week had been so weird and you kinda of just wanted things to go back to normal. and while this wasn't exactly normal, you prefer this to outward anger.

"thank you,"

"Now say it back," you roll your eyes but wear a playful smile.

"you look radiant Regina," said playfully. She gives you a quick squeeze and you finally settle in her embrace.

"I know," hummed in your ear. "so do you wanna come to mine after school?" muttered in your ear.

"what's the occasion?"

"I want you to," Regina declared. "why does it matter? you're coming over."

"am I now?" you ask playfully.

"We should get food," Regina lets go and gets up. you watch her for a moment expecting her to bark a demand but she doesn't. she just walks away. it freaks you out so you bid farewell to Cady and go scampering after the blonde.

"you good?"

"course," she states as you fall in step.

"you're being strange," you observe. "I was half expecting you to drag me away from that table."

"what's the point?" she asks. "you'd just go running back to the little nerd."

"no running is involved."

"running. skipping. drooling." the blonde teased. when you enter the lunch room, Gretchen is already sitting alone at your usual table. "like a love-sick little puppy dog."

"Okay, ew, no,"

"where have you been?" Gretchen wonders as you approach. She knows where you've been. you text her.

"no love involved whatsoever,"

"Who are you in love with?" Gretchen asks.

"no one,"

"I got tater tots," Karen announces as she zooms past with a try, taking a seat at your lunch table.

"oooh, they have tots today? let's go get food," you grab Regina's hand and start pulling her towards the food. Gretchen comes scrambling after the two of you. "I'm starving."

"aren't you always," Regina comments. the sea parts as she leads the way to the front of the line. it's unfair. but you never call her out. you always take advantage.

"Who are you in love with?" Gretchen repeats

"nobody, we moved on,"

"god keep up Gretchen," Regina huffs. you're so excited about your tater tots you practically run back to the table with your little tray. your two friends in toe. you take your usual seat next to Karen. Regina sits opposite with Gretchen.

"Cady keeps looking over here," Karen announces, popping a tot in her mouth. "it's creeping me out."

"she's so weird," Regina sighs. "if she's anything like her freaky friends it's because she's obsessed with our dear sweet puppy,"

"she is not obsessed with me,"

"This is what happens when you give losers attention, " Regina persists. "they think they have a shot. soon she's gonna think she can just come over and talk to us and it's your fault."

"Firstly, she would never do that. She's intimidated by you," you express. "secondly. she is sweet, you gotta lay off her."

"as she should be," the blonde looks disgusted. "also gross. She's so fuckin weird."

"you guys are being mean,"

"Is it mean if it's true?"

"still yes," you insist. "I like cady."

"We know," Gretchen states. Regina shoots her a dirty look.

"you don't get to talk Gretchen," Regina spits. "you never shut up about Jason like he's not disgusting."

"Cady would be cute if she just learnt how to dress. and do her makeup," Karen interjects.

"I don't even think that would help."

"Can we stop talking about her please?"

"don't wanna hear us shit talk your girlfriend."

"not my girlfriend." you argue. "but I would like this to end. quickly. let's go back to Jason that dude fuckin sucks."

"he's so sleazy," Karen adds. and the conversation flows into something other than you and Cady. thank god.

you're lying on Regina's couch. in Regina's room. alone. after school. you expected Karen and Gretchen to be here too but alas they weren't here. after this morning, you wouldn't be surprised if this was some cult worship ceremony. the door creaks open and in walks the infamous blonde. a glance before going back to your phone.

"my mum wants to know if you're staying for dinner,"

"am I?" you don't even know why you're here. and knowing Regina she could kick you out at any moment.

"I said yeah but you don't have to," a shrug.

"guess you're not mad at me anymore then,"

"When was I mad at you?" she questions, sitting down on her bed.

"When are you ever not?" you tease. "sometimes I think you hate me."

"if I hated you, you wouldn't be here," the blonde comments.

"you've been so short with me recently." you sit up properly.

"Because you've been acting different." the girl insists. "and it's weird. and I don't like it. I want you to go back to how you were."

"I don't even know how I've been acting different?" you lean back. "I think you're just jealous."

"jealous of what?"

"Cady." you see her eyes narrow. jaw tense.

"you are obsessed with her."

"not obsessed," you correct. "I don't even know what is going on between me and Cady."

"but you like her?"

you shrug. "do you like her?"

"no," it makes you smile for some reason. same old Regina. number one cady hater. "not even a little. she's strange. can't dress for shit. really awkward."

"tell us how you really feel," you chuckle a little.

"you'll just call me mean," like she wasn't already being mean.

you shrug. "I like when you're mean."

"I know," a smile quirks at her lips. the blonde pats the space next to her. "come here,"

"why?"

"Just come here," a dramatic sigh. you push up and cautiously walk over to sit down next to her. "why are you acting so scared of me?"

"I don't know," you shrug. "kinda expecting you to push me off the bed or something."

"why would I do that?" her brows furrowed.

"Because you're evil," a smirk slowly takes over her lips. you nudge her softly with your shoulder.

"I love it when you call me evil,"

"I know," you reply. "because you're obsessed with me."

"you wish."

"I don't have to wish," you tease. "because you're obsessed with me."

"you're really pushing your luck here," Regina comments. "stop." her tone suggested she was done playing. the blonde falls back against her bed. you just look at her as she starts typing on her phone. "and stop staring at me freak."

"but you're so pretty,"

"your girlfriend wouldn't like you saying that."

"not my girlfriend," you insist. "no more than you are." the blonde doesn't respond and you both fall into a comfortable silence. you lie down beside her. "why did you invite me over?"

"make out. prove a point. why do you think i asked in front of cady?" you just shrug. the girl sighs loudly and discards her phone off to one side before rolling onto her side to look at you. you just turn your head to face her.

"for someone so smart, you really are stupid," you'd be offended but there was hardly a point. she just watches you, watching her. you crack under her gaze and look away but she just reaches over and forces you to look at her. "do you know why I keep you around?"

"Because you love me?" said playfully but quietly. you know it's not the answer she was looking for.

"I like the way you look at me," she admitted quietly. "everyone stares at me but you... you look at me like I'm the only person in the entire world." she went on. "like you just can't get enough." you don't know what to say. Regina was like nobody you had ever met but in a different way to Cady. She just commanded attention. a beauty beyond words. and sometimes you wonder why you ever caught her eye. the girl shuffles closer now. "you can run around with freaks. you can be confused about Cady. but at the end of the day, none of it matters." that hand on your jaw loosens and begins to trail down over your neck. "you'll always come running back to me."

"What makes you think that?"

"It's in the way your breath hitches when I'm close. the way your eyes linger when I walk away. the way you so easily melt under my touch," her voice was gentle but taunting. her hand slipping lower and lower down the length of your body. you could hear your heart beating loudly in your chest. an onset wave of heat flushing your cheeks. "I can say or do whatever I want," her hand stops at your thigh, squeezing roughly. body leaning into yours. pressing you further into the plush fabric of her bed. "and you'll always be mine." whispered sharply before her lips meet yours and the fire makes the rest of the world melt away. you reach up to draw her closer. deepen the kiss and the way she groans makes your head spin. but then she pulls away unexpectedly. "oh I forgot to mention Shane is coming over after dinner so you gotta be gone by then. Cool?" you can feel the emotions stirring. it's weird and confusing. Shane's name fills you with anger; annoyance even. through no fault of his own. was she fucking serious? but at the same time you couldn't move. maybe a wiser person would have stopped everything right here. walked away with their dignity in their hands. Cady was probably a safer option. she liked you. and maybe you liked her too. but there was just something about Regina. being on her good side meant the world worked for you too. it was a world you'd become so accustomed to, you can't imagine it any differently. you can't imagine a life without the blonde. you didn't want to leave. you wanted to chase the high of each kiss. the pain as her nails dig into your skin. the firey mess of being with her.

"cool." you nod simply, pulling her back into the kiss. dignity was overrated when it came to Regina George anyway.

#regina george #regina george x reader #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #renee rapp #mean girls fanfic #regina george fanfic

[lastchancestardomm]

Probs gonna delete this later lol

Okay, but, fuck Brahms' parents. Like completely. I just finished watching the first movie (fully reuploaded onto YT for free by Filmy world) and I have a bare minimum understanding of the plot ;; but as I see it Brahms parents are some of the most selfish motherf-ers in the world.

So like, they shelter him his whole life and have him conform to a rigid and bougie lifestyle (bro was a rat-haired treeclimber as a kid I know it) and when he (I pray accidentally) killed the little girl his parents try to sabotage him(?). I'm daft as hell but I'm pretty sure the murder of the little girl happened a day or two before his eighth birthday, yeah?

So his parents try to clean up their pompous reputation by just f-king killing their kid in the fire on his birthday, but he survives so they shun him to the walls so that the whole "Our Brahmsey is dead 😭😭 !!" shtick gets held up. But his parents are so damn guilty about the whole incident they create the Doll as a replacement for their son.

Imagine being Brahms, who's parents locked you in the walls of your own home, and you watch them treat a doll version of yourself better than they ever treated you and they try to ignore the fact you were ever born. Damn.

I just fucking watched the movie last night so I probably got 90% of his backstory wrong but damn, either way I want to beat his parents' skulls in.

#brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #brahms the doll #brahms #the boy 2016

[iluvlatinos]

LUCKY GIRL?

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a/n: did I deleted my previous posts? yep and I will probably delete this one later. anyways, I was on my way to uni yesterday when I had this idea. enjoy. btw I'm sorry for the bad grammar my english isn't good as I wish, lowkey dyslexic.

pairing: pedro pascal x platonic f!reader. warnings !!! smut. age gap. public masturbation. nicotine addiction?

47.

He's 47 but he's so hot.

I need a cigarette.

"I'm gonna smoke a cig".

"Smoke what?" Lux looked at me with a smirk.

"A cigarette but I have weed if you wanted" I took a plastic bag out of my purse.

"Maybe later" she said quickly trying to rap a nicki song.

I grab my things and go outside, the cold breeze hit my body giving me chills.

Embarrassed.

A young chick obsessed over a charming 47 year old man, my best friend brother and ignoring a conventionally attractive age appropriate man. I wish it was just the alcohol/weed horniness but it wasn't.

The taste of tabaco in my tongue slowly bringing me back to sobriety. I just finished one cig ready to smoke another one when a familiar voice start speaking in my direction.

"Here you are!" Pedro says taking his jacket and putting around my arms instantly.

"Thank you" I look at his eyes. Cognac. "I'm just finishing this one" I whisper with a cigarette between my lips about to light when he stole from my mouth.

"You said you gonna stop".

I said this every single day to myself.

"Well, maybe tomorrow" I said avoiding his gaze and pick up smoke another quickly.

He proximate to my body, his face inches from mine. Pedro hold the cigarette against my to light his. The hot smoke hitting my face and he rolling next to me leaning against the wall.

"Didn't know you smoke".

"When I was your age I used to smoke a lot. Sometimes I do, when I'm anxious".

'At your age' I laugh to myself knowing damn well this was 20 plus years ago. When I was a baby he was fuckin half of New York City.

"Why is it so funny? You gonna make a joke about my age?" laughing once again I don't answer.

"No!" relishing the smoke out of my chest. "Why do you think I was going to do that?"

"I don't know. You always quiet around me. I'm pretty sure everytime I open my mouth you think 'Oh no, this viejo'".

"I never thought about you in that way" sir my thoughts are very obscene "I'm not close to you as I'm with Lux. That's it" I say turning to him finding his body leaning against mine.

But not enough. I need more. I need him inside of me.

"I would love to get to know you better".

And I would love to ride your face.

"Me too" honesty. "I just like to keep a distance from men".

Oh, you sound like a lesbian, great. "Protection, you know" I complete.

"It's a shame woman have to act this way to be barely respected".

Silence hangs over us. Quietly smoking. Both lost in your own thoughts.

"Arca is gonna start her set. We should go" I say as soon as I finish, taking his jacket out of my body and handed to him.

"Actually, I'm leaving" Pedro says looking the jacket at his hands.

"Past bedtime?" I joked, he laughs out loud.

God I wish I could kiss him. Grab his throat running my fingers over his salt and pepper beard.

"My back hurts after twerking so much".

"You twerking?" I said mischievous while he laughs.

"Sounds that bad?"

"No, sounds ... interesting at very least" he stop laughing and look at me, intensely puppy eyes, trying to figure out if I'm saying the truth or not.

"Really?" I agree.

Pedro smiles, with his eyes and lips. Oh, those lips. Fuck me to death.

"It was nice to talk to you viejo". I say already going back inside while Pedro watches me with a curious gaze until I disappear inside of the club.

REALLY? Right now? I can't do this but I need. Restroom! God I'm so horny. I can't believe I'm gonna do this.

As soon as I enter, locking the door checkin if someone else is there. Lucky girl. No one around. I wash my hands and desperate rush to do what I want.

A take my soaking wet lace panties. Feeling my dripping cunt sensible as I touch, circling my clit and biting my lips thinking about that man. How he would fuck me.

Moans scape from my mouth as my walls clutch around my fingers. I'm gonna cum. Biting my dress and whispering his name to myself. My fluids dripping my fingers I take to my mouth tasting myself.

Catching my breath for a few seconds and cleaning myself feeling relived and frustrated all at once.

Retouch my hair and make quickly and back to the party.

But my thoughts are about what I'm gonna do soon as I get home.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal smut

[astroninaaa]

hi thanks for your explainer posts on the legal stuff, they're super interesting! i'm currently studying for the exam you have to take to get into US law schools (since theyre graduate programs here unlike in most places where law is an undergraduate degree) so its really interesting to learn a bit about how the law functions differently in other places!

one thing i'm curious about -- when i first saw the info about cellbit being able to get the twitter info for these accounts, i assumed that he wasn't actually going to go through with suing ALL of them, and it would be more likely that most of them would simply get some sort of cease-and-desist letter instead, with maybe just a couple having full legal processes to use them as examples. However, I saw people on twitter saying that the process is actually a lot more simple than i had assumed and also takes place mostly online, so suing all of them would actually be more realistic than it sounds. do you know anything about that? how likely do you think it is that he actually sues all of these people (and also the other batches of accounts that probably just aren't public yet that hes also gonna go after later lol)

hi anon!!! good luck on your exam, i really really hope you get in!!!! law is So Cool.

yes it is a LOT more simple than that. he wouldn’t need to sue them individually, and in brazil nowadays we do a LOT if not almost all of court/lawsuit work through the internet. mediation meetings are done through zoom. oral sustentation as well. it’s preeeetty chill

if he wants to, i’m absolutely sure he can sue all of them at once pretty easily. it depends on what his strategy is tho. i think sending cease-and-desist letters could also be a good call and probably way easier than suing hundreds of people, because even tho it’s simpler than it sounds, it’s still fucking hard /lh

even tho the crimes committed are basically the same, the degree of fucked up shit said throughout the many accounts and tweets varies quite a bit, so even tho he could sue everyone in the same lawsuit, it would still be 😭😭😭 a MESS and the judge might think the situations are too different bc of that varying degree and ask him to do different lawsuits anyway. so, like, how worth it would it be?

i don’t know how likely it is for him to sue everyone because that depends on him and his lawyer and what they think will work best, but i think he did the most important bit already — which was getting twitter to delete all the tweets, which they already have (they actually turned in to court with all the proof that they deleted everything like, this week, iirc). if he wants to sue everyone, he can, but i think he also can just sue the worst ones and that’d be wayyy easier. there’s also the whole discussion on whether or not he can sue the foreigners. so while he technically could sue everyone, can he sue the non-brazilians? the judge still has to decide that

so yes like technically he can and if he really wants to drive home the point of “you’re not free of consequences for what you say on the internet” he def should, but i think it depends on his strategy here.

#qsmp #cellbit #qsmp cellbit #cellbit situation #discourse #law

[solluve]

Domsetic Luxiem Headcanons!! ahshuaduw

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vox

CANT DO SHIT TBH like "oh he's a housewife" he's not. Like sure, hell clean and cook BUT HE ONLY DOES IT WHEN YOU TELL HIM TO he messes with u to Like

"oh can u clean the bedroom?"

"wdym.. my demonic aura cleansed everything already."

WE DIDNT MEAN SPIRITUALLY GO CLEAN IT When you force him to, he actually does a good job!! Like clothes are folded, floors are swept and there's a huge ass pile of clothes in ur closet!! MF GTE UR ASS OVER HERE HES HOT BUT HES NOT GETTING AWAY he also likes to meditate but like.. isolated. If you disturb him he's gonna make YOU sleep on the couch half joke he might tho He takes pride into his meditation, you would want peace and quiet too yk?! but if u guys have a pet, he'll let that mf disturb him any dayy why does a dog get special privileges UR THE ONE WHO PAYS 50% OF RENT he prob has those doobermans he probably also bribed the apartment facility to let him in I'm like 100% sure that dog is here illegally but he loves the dog and you do too! partly. he can't dance for the life of him however it's it's embarrassing HE COULD DO TRADITIONAL DANCING !! but don't hit him up with some 21st century shit he'll look like he's got it and then fall mid way. gotta get his old as the the hospital HIS BONES CRACKED.

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shu

ehe hes everything we wanted yall !! I'm joking. This mf DOESNT KNOW SLEEP like you'll be going to get a drink at 3am and then straight up see some demonic looking figure in the hall its just him trying to fix some shit HE BREAKS THINGS JUST SO HE CAN FIX THEM

"how did the...light break?"

"ion know but what I do know is that I can fix it!"

CATCH HIM ON THE SERCUIRTY CAMERAS hes useful tho in thay aspect!! your landlord ain't getting any money from damages. Dishwasher broke? Hes on it !! The TV isn't working as well? hes on it !! this is an ad for shu yamino services go support him He also does wack as shit at 3am Yk how I said he was fixing something at night while u were getting a drink? He was fixing A SPIDER. SPIDER he said "oh !!! I stepped on him so I wanted to help him!" HOW U GON FIX THAT HOW DID HE EVEN KNOW HE STEPPED ON IT You also caught him fixing Christmas tree during December. He laughed and said, "it wasn't bright enough!" a police visited yall 2 hrs later one of ur neighbors called the cops since it was way to bright. He had to make it up with cuddles xoxo, and pay the fine xoxoxo

______ mysta GET GIM AWAY MANS TO FERAL like literally can't do SHIT maid mysta maid mysta!! YOUR MYSTAKEN (do u get the joke) HE JUST RUINS EVERYTHING you just cleaned the floors!! why is FUCKING MUD STAINS ALREADY?!? Like he can't clean, CANTNFUCKING COOK (we all know this.) I DONT even want to elaborate on how bad he cooks. You Handel the cleaning, cooking, and what does he do? he def ain't sitting there pretty (ugly/j) instead, he opts to get the money and shit !! But like It's concerning Like last time I checked he had money to pay rent and all that but....he had to much money left. More than usual. Your guys Financials were good dwdw! BUT HOW HE GONNA HAVE THOUSANDS LEFT HES SELLING DRUGS/ the obvious explanation and that his freinds make him do crazy ass stunts and give him money/j "do a flip off that porch. 10$ mf." LMFAOO he's also just...insane. You'll wake up at 3am again to see him on the phone with elmo LMFAOOO THOSE APPS THAT SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF CHILDREN IT SCARES HIM TO you'll hear the most frightful voice just like "when do you want the money?! PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE" you have to hack in a delete that app for the mfer to sleep at night. He'll boast like "I'm not afraid of that shit it's all fake!" wait till u put a elmo plush on his bed ______

Luca YAHH HES SO EUSHWUS he's so cute omg but so messy. LIKE HE CAN CLEAN AFTER HIMSELF BUT HE HAS A HYPER MINDSET so it's like one thing after another, he can't slow down to clean. It's not that bad to clean after him, he doesn't make a bad bad mess. BUT HE DEF NEEDS TO LEARN TO TAKE A BREAK Nothing is shecduled either. It's just like, do this, then that, then this, the profit all of our belongings to sushang(ehe love her) But when he comes home from a long day.. omg Let me elaborate HE WAS CUDDLY ALWAYS BUT HES JUST extra extra cuddly he dosent want to do shit. he'll drag you from whoever you are and force you on the couch/bed and yall with just stay there Maybe for ever HE JUST FALLS ALSEEP SO EASILY like it's kinda concerning hyper energetic turing anemic at any possible moment he has he'll drag you along all the time for those moments He doesn't even speak he just mumbles and occasionally huffs out of relief he so cute omg but then THEN WHEN HES HYPER AGAIN HE WILL BODY SLAM YOU ONTO THE BED OR SOFA AGAIN CHILL THIS AINT THE WWE he doesn't know how strong he is omg.

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Ike FIANLLY THE MOST LIKE REASONABLE MAN OUT OF EVERYONE but he's like a neat freak also, Like....did u just leave a fucking go gurt on the table when you went to get ur phone? DIRTY ASS MF !!!! he just wants to make sure the house is clean some people say, "your house reflects you" And I think that's true but!! he we we all know he gon snap THE MFER HE NEEDS TO PUT UP WITH his freinds trying be likebthe power rangers or some shit I find it funny they are just all different colors palettes BUT HES GREAT !! HE COOKS, CLEANS, ACTUALLY HAS CALM HOBBIES did I say calm mbmb let's not forget his karaoke SKILLS HELLO??? THE SCREAMING HE CAN DO THE AMOUNT OF TIMES U GUYS GOT NOISE COMPLAINTS nobody would've guess it was from him. he just smiles, aplogizes and hands over the money he handing over the money so willingly cause that mf KNOWS IT WAS HIS FAULT but he don't give a shit LMFAOO he'll shut the door, wait a little, then start cursing out the neighbors in Swedish he's he's scary. he's literally like those innocent ass looking dogs names princesses that's a devil in secret he's ur devil in secret tho <33

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#luca x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #ike eveland #ike x reader #ike eveland x reader #vox akuma #vox x reader #vox akuma x reader #shu yamino #shu x reader #shu yamino x reader #mysta rias #mysta x reader #mysta rias x reader #luxiem #luxiem x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader

[reallyromealone]

romeee kajskdjdkdj while watching a video earlier I thought of bonten's reaction to reader who likes telling cheesy pickup lines randomly, here's an example

reader: I'm not good in math but I can give you the value that you deserve.

bonten: 😦💘

anywaysss have a great day/night take care<3 also feel free to delete this and don't feel pressured

As someone who does shit pick up lines...

This is my time to GOD DAMN SHINE.

Warning drunk reader

The bass was booming through the Mansion, people chatting around the pool side as (name) took another shot absolutely hammered to say the least as he scanned the area and spotted a tall man with pretty lavender eyes and wabbled towards him "heeey..." (Name) hiccuped as Ran raised an amused eyebrow at the drunk pretty boy "hello there" Ran said watching the drunk man focus hard "Do you know CPR?" He asked slightly slurred "No I don't "

"Dang because you took my breath away!" (Name) said giggly with a slight blush and kissed Rans cheek before walking off-- well more like stumbled off, missing the smitten expression ran had on his face at the pretty drunk who wandered to god knows where.

All he knew is he wanted to see him and hear more of those stupid ass flirts because he's gonna be honest no one's tried cheesy pick up lines with the Bonten executive.

(Name) felt floaty as he saw a man with a scar across his eye leaning at the bar looking rather bored as he sipped on dark liquid and slid beside him at the bar, dopey grin "hey heeey~ are you a parking ti *hic*cket? Because youu got fine written all over ya!" (Name) cackled to himself, almost falling off the bench to blow kisses to the elder male "yeah? You're not so bad yourself doll face" Takeomi said softly, turning to the bartender to get the cutie some water as he would rather talk to the pretty boy sober than fucking slammed.

Turning around he sadly saw no cutie, a bit curious on where he went and sighed.

Maybe he would see the drunken piggy bank of horrible pick up lines later in the night.

Koko was chatting with some random people when he heard giggling not to far from where he sat and glanced to see the prettiest man he had ever seen sat cross legged on a chair sipping on a drink and moving his body lazily to the rythem of the music, glancing over to meet his eyes and Koko excused himself as the drunken angel stumbled over "do you like raisins...?" He asked with the utmost seriousness and Koko was a bit confused before replying a simple no and (name) grinned "how about a date?" Before slightly stumbling over himself, Koko catching him with a soft smile "careful baby" "are you pavement? Because I'm sure falling for you!" (Name) felt like he was on a boat but like in a fun way as he gently clung to Koko, the white haired man more than happy to keep the other company until he got a call from an important ally and sighed "one moment darling" Koko said before going to take the call, leaving the drunken wonder by himself.

Bored of waiting the male decided to go inside the mansion where more of the party took place, somehow skillfully weaving around party goers and bumped into someone, a pretty man with pretty pink hair and diamond scars and (name) was mesmerized by those ocean eyes "I never believed in love at first sight until I saw you" (name) said seriously as he kept eye contact with Bontens second before letting out happy drunk giggles and wandering off, leaving sanzu stunned at the others confession and before he could grab him he was already lost in the crowd sadly.

He would find him again.

Kakucho was minding his own business as he manspreaded on a couch, beer in hand while just listening to the music casually when the spot beside him and glanced lazily to see the prettiest shade of (color) he had ever seen "I was wondering if you could tell me: If you’re here, who’s running Heaven?" (Name) asked coyly as he moved to hold his face slightly "can I have a kiss?" (Name) asked with grin and Kakucho chuckled at how bold the other was "baby I don't kiss drunk people" he said watching (name) slowly process his words before pouting " 'm not that drunk..." His words heavily slurred as Kakucho watched amused as (name) heard his name called and turned to find who called him.

"I gotta goo f'nd my friend! By angel!" (Name) said laughing before Kakucho could say another word, the man a little bummed because he was honestly the highlight of the party.

Half way finding his friend he forgot what he was doing and decided he needed more alcohol and where was alcohol?

He didn't know, but boy howdy be was off to find it! Managing to make his way back outside he found a server with shots and reached to grab one when another hand grabbed the shot first, (name) turning to see a jellyfish haired man stare back with a bored smirk "whoops~" he said before downing it and (name) wasn't even mad as he stared into his eyes with wonder.

Unused to this kind of state Rindō raised an eyebrow "what?" He almost spat as (name) smiled drunken "no wonder the sky is so dark.... All the color is in your eyes!" He said facinated before gently taking Rindōs face and bringing it closer, Rindō could smell the others cologne mixed with alcohol "how do you keep the evening sky in your eyes sir?" He asked facinated before letting go, attention immediately diverted as he heard the song change "this is my jam!" (Name) practically yelled as he ran to go dance, leaving a confused and slightly alarmed Rindō in his wake.

Dancing loosely and happily be felt hands on his waist and slight grinding as he looked back dreamily to a pair of pretty golden eyes "Are you a magician? It’s the strangest thing, but every time I look at you, everyone else disappears!" (Name) said giddily, leaning into Mochi who snorted slightly at his awful pick up line "that's sweet doll face, you're pretty nice yourself" he said as the two danced on each other, both pretty hammered and (name) leaned to kiss him when the bass dropped and everyone jumped up and basically started a micro mosh pit, the two loosing each other in the crowd.

Somehow (name) ended up in a kitchen, a blond man sat on the counter eating snacks and (name) looked horrified "damn... A snack eating a snack... Cannabism" before bursting out in giggles, Mikey raising an eyebrow at the drunk man who was laughing at his own shitty joke "do you know who I am?" Mikey asked with a raised eyebrow and (name) nodded enthusiastically "an angel!"

Far from it actually.

But this was more amusing than whatever was happening outside the kitchen honestly.

"Nope, try again" Mikey said as (name) thought hard before shaking his head "nope, impossible you couldn't be anything else!"

"What if i was a very bad man hmm?"

"Only crime you committed was stealing my heart!" (Name) said triumphantly and Mikey could not believe himself at the fact that this drunk pretty boy had him caught hook line and sinker.

"Yeah? And how did I do that baby?" Mikey asked pulling (name) closer, eyes locking with each other and (name) was enchanted by those deep black eyes and held Mikey's face to kiss him when the kitchen door bursted open and Mikey almost grabbed his gun when a girl and a boy marched in "there you are! We gotta get going! Sorry if he bothered you!" The girl said as the two dragged (name) off and Mikey raced after them but they vanished without a trace.

(Name) woke up with a hangover and zero memories of the night before as he took Advil and got ready for the day, head pounding as he went about his day and completely unaware of the carnage he did the night before.

The bonten men hunted the pretty boy from the night before down separate from one another, each man not knowing they were looking for the same man funnily enough.

Though a meeting took priority as Bonten was to meet with a trade company for the export of arms as the man walked in to the meeting room with his assistant, the bonten men freezing as they looked at the pretty assistant.

It was him...

Just dropped in their lap.

No looking required.

(Name) didn't know why the men were staring at him like that but decided not to think anything of it as he did his job and took notes and such, ignoring the looks he got.

Poor (name) didn't even realize he had Bonten around his finger.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader

[logicmaru]

i love how ranmaru kageyama is doomed by the narrative from the very fucking beginning and i hope his minisode is even more miserable.

warning i'm gonna talk a lot. ranmaru is very blatantly described as a boring guy, who's underneath the average height for guys, doesn't have any notable likes or dislikes, unless you count his hatred for happy couples + people who are happy in general, which ngl comes into play later

i'm gonna try and explain this as simply as i can bc if i try to word it like an essay i'll confuse myself aha,,,,

it kind of shows us that ranmaru can get jealous pretty easily? and he's upset at the kind of trust keiji and sara share, even though he probably knows that's because they've known each other longer than sara's known ranmaru, but it probably still pisses ranmaru off idk

he wants to prove himself to sara, even though sara already sees him as something alike to an ally, but he wants something more than that. in the logic sara deleted scene, ranmaru states that he would want to be sara's best friend, and he admits how wants to go home with her and laugh casually over jokes together and treat life like nothing's wrong

i like to believe this was deleted because it would be ooc for ranmaru, that he would probably be very reluctant of sharing such an ideal with sara, and him suddenly spilling about wanting to be sara's friend in one moment would probably cause more shock factor, and not do much good for the lore, idk it just seems very "ah omg" and less "how interesting"

i really love how ranmaru is. not a good person. i know how strange that sounds, but ranmaru is, kind of, in a way, a support character for sara. And u would think, well support character, must be someone kindhearted and encouraging, right? well, in ranmaru's case, yes, but no?? he's more like "i will go to lengths for your survival, you NEED to win" instead of "you got this! i'll help you escape!" and it's somewhat refreshing? i'm not sure maybe i'm just not normal

anyway enough about evil ranmaru, emotion ranmaru is just very Sad, and again, doomed by the narrative

he doesn't get any kind of character development iirc, in the infamous ransara "win for me" scene, he just talks about how he knew this was going to be a bad idea, and how he has no right to be sara's friend, but from that point on, we don't get any remarkable moment where ranmaru gets some sort of character redemption, and instead we get a moment where ranmaru AGAIN goes through with some sort of wild plan to make sure sara escapes, which is erasing his personality / replacing it with the joe ai's personality.

gosh, if ur friends with me, u probably know how i love and hate this part of the game, mostly because of how interesting it is and how it could've fleshed out into a whole other issue, but i dislike how it's totally overshadowed by both the fandom and the game itself

sara herself doesn't seem to react too strongly by ranmaru's choice to erase himself to become a "vessel" for joe's personality, which really i'd love to explain but honestly idk,,, i definitely thought there'd be a bigger deal about it, but perhaps it was overruled since the modified maple boss fight was literally like,, moments after that

in emotion route, ranmaru shares little to no information with anyone, though he does come close when he tries to tell sara, which he does successfully tell sara about the asunaro human in the group, but i believe that is the only moment where ranmaru goes "sara, hold on" and actually tells sara about what he was actually going to say, which, on one hand, had me on the edge of my seat, but on the other hand, was nice to see since it was really showing how untrusting and reserved ranmaru is, no matter how much he trusts sara, he's not entirely sure if she trusts him in return, or if he trusts sara to not share this information with anyone else

i love ranmaru kageyama

#ranmaru kageyama #logicmaru talks #got damn i was talking #who let this guy yap #yttd #yttd spoilers

[multidimensional-trashcan]

good omens dashboard simulator

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british government: got some straight gas 🔥😜 this strain is called "mass hallucination" 🌀😵‍💫 you'll lose your sense of reality 💯

me: yeah whatever i don't feel shit

5 minutes later: dude i swear aliens just stopped by to deliver a message of universal peace and harmony

my buddy john pacing: plato wasn't lying to us about the atlanteans' prowess

some random passer-by: i bet the tibetans in the ground are here to find out how to use sherbert lemons to power nuclear reactors so they can stop the kraken from killing my aunt

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i meant their ability to play quoits!!!!!!

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we all know you want to fuck an atlantean, john

#still not convinced they don't exist #mass hallucination suuuure #and we all had coincidentally the same?

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still an absolute crime that these are the only snippets of disco tony we have

this video really is the pin-nacle of all human existence

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i am telling you, this bloke looks just like the tenth doctor

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I can see yet without spectacles and I see no such matter.

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Oh, dear. Crowley, is that you?

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ngk

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you're never gonna believe what just happened to me! there was a bloody nightingale. in berkeley square. SINGING. just like in that damned song.

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what song?

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how do you not know 'A Nightingale sang in Berkeley Square'? here it is:

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i don't think that is the song you wanted to post

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oh, sorry. dont know how that happened.

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that is still not the song you mentioned

🪦 ornithologeek-deactivated20240219

okay, i really don't know how that happened. i swear i double and triple checked that i put the right song there

☠️ THE-ANTIC

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can someone please tell me who that guy is? every time i see them reblog a post everyone in the reblog chain is deactivated. im pretty sure they made the account of a mutual delete itself.

☠️ THE-ANTIC

I AM EVERYWHERE

#EVEN WITHIN THE HOLLOW CROWN THAT ROUNDS THE MORTAL TEMPLES OF A KING

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you are not gonna believe this, but my reservation at the ritz got cancelled again. this is the third time this month! and every time these ingnorant waiters don't even remember my reservation! im not superstitious but if i were id say there are demonic forces at work here.

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Crowley? That wasn't you, was it?

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ngk

#c'mon angel #you really believe the ritz coincidentally just has a free table every time you want to eat there? #that person's a dick anyway

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It really is a lovely colour! Very nice indeed. The children will feel very safe, i'm sure.

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wouldn't have believed it myself but team building exercises really work. ever since i shot my boss in the heart with a machine gun our relationship has drastically improved.

#work #he's downright nice to me now #tadfield manor

#Spotify #good omens #david tennant #please excuse the random shakespeare that seems to have managed to worm its way in #im not sorry for the good old tumblr style ad i put in there tho #dash simulator

[possibly-astraeus]

Is it me, or are long text posts just better when the text is shrunk? It's just very pleasing to me for some reason, and I really really like it. Makes me feel calm. I'm trying to recreate that, but uh. I'm running out of things to say. So I'm gonna tell yall some stories. But ✨️aesthetially✨️

First story - so I like playing minecraft. And a while ago I was playing this one survival world(I think it's deleted now but I'm not sure). I'm just wandering a snowy biome and trying to get out of it because I fucking HATE snowy biomes. So I eventually come across this ravine thing? It was like a cave with an opening at the top with a river at the bottom I guess? And I was crouched at the edge of the ravine thing, just looking down it because why not. While I'm doing that, a fucking POLAR BEAR comes from behind me and hits me into the fucking ravine, into the water, so that was fun. I almost drowned because that was a really deep river and a very high edge of the ravine so I almost drowned. :) 👍

Second story - so it's like may of 2020. It's covid, we're at home, etc etc. On our front porch, we have a roof thing over it with pillars at each corner of it. In the corners, where the pillar met the roof thing, a couple of birds made some nests. The one closest to our door was beginning to be made by a chickadee or a finch before a bluejay kicked it out and claimed the nest for itself(that's what my dad said he saw idk). The bluejay hung around for a while, occasionally flying away and bringing sticks or going to eat or something. This went on for like, 2-3 weeks. Then, one night, when my sister and I were waiting on the front porch to be picked up by my nana for a sleepover that weekend, we heard some tweeting from the nest. I saw maybe two baby bluejays, but a couple of days later, my mum said she saw at least four. That was pretty cool until a grackle came by and killed and ate three of the babies. I was pretty sad about that. But after that, I was very careful about watching that last baby when the mum wasn't around. After a good week or so, the baby was pretty grown, and I called him Baby because I was a stupid idiot baby then, and I thought, why not. My mum sat on the porch to smoke a lot in the spring and summer, so she saw the baby try to jump out of the nest multiple times, same as my dad when he sat out there with her, just talking. But one rainy day, I noticed that the baby bird was missing from its nest, and I had thought that he had jumped out and soon figured out how to fly. Or so I thought. Because couple of days later, when it was sunny again, I asked my mum if I could go on my bike. She said yes, so I grabbed the keys to the garage and the side gate. I grabbed my bike out of the garage and walked down the short path while talking to my mum(she sometimes sits out on the deck to smoke) about this dead baby robin I found on the sidewalk while biking one day when I realized I almost RAN OVER THE FUCKING BABAY BLUEJAY. the little fucker was just sitting right in the path without a care in the world. I told Mum, and she went inside to get a towel so we could move him out of the backyard because we had three very big dogs(rest in peace, Tank, I will love you forever) that would probably eat him without a second thought. After about 10 minutes of chasing him around, Mum says to leaving him alone where he was(being in the neighbors front garden, I think). So I go biking for a while and when I come back the little fucker is sitting in the path to the side, on one of those things you'd find in garden shops with bags of dirt on them ig? They were proped up against our garage, and the baby was sitting on the bottom part of it, scaring the living shit out of me. After I put my bike away, I come back to him, and I just sit on the ground in front of him. You know what happened. I fucking pet him. Like the awesome badass i am. He didn't even try to bite me or pull away, either. A few days pass by, and every night, he tries to fly out over our fence(and failing, resulting in faceplanting into the fence). After a while, he managed to climb into our lilac tree and hopped/flew into a bigger tree, and left. Didn't see him again after that. I also renamed him BJ. 👍👍👍

Yeah no I'm done with this tonight I just spent the last hour writing these so hope you have fun reading them holy fuck

I might do it again, though :)

#stories #true stories #sharing because i can lol

[morningstargirl666]

When is The Big Bad Wolf Act 2 coming out?? Are you going to release monthly or all at once?? (I just finished the series and I’m in love 🩷🩷 no rush to write, just wondering if you have an idea because you have loyal readers waiting to love it!!! Have a great day <3)

Hello! Lovely to meet you and thank you so much for reading, that fic is a BEAST. So glad you enjoyed it!

So. When is the next update coming out? [nervous laughter]

Thing is, I told myself now I'm halfway i'll go back and edit, smooth things out before this fic literally becomes too long to tackle and that kinda...turned into a full rewrite?

I'm not changing the plot. That's exactly the same. But my ideas for the lore have changed since I first started writing and I wanted to add in a whole lot more of characterisation and set up for the chapters to come. I rewrote The Little Wolf back in December and recently did some tweaking to chapter 5 of it just this last week (I couldn't work out how to fix it when I first did the rewrite but I had an EPHIPHANY okay). So The Little Wolf is around 35k now, which is a huge difference to the 11k it was in November when I posted chapter 35 of tbbw. It's got tons of new scenes, a sharper forcus on the Mikaelson siblings not just Klaus and two whole new chapters. Of course, you've probably already read that as it is posted and you're a new reader, but that's what I was doing before Christmas, essentially.

As for The Big Bad Wolf itself...boy, where do I start. I'm approaching 85k on the rewrite...only on chapter 7. Which technically used to be chapter 6, because I got 5 chapters in before I added a new chapter. I guess that's a record for my restraint, at least.

So, in terms of what's happening: I'm re-writing tbbw. The plot isn't changing, but new scenes are being added, conversations are being tweaked, the lore is being more consistently fleshed out. Grammar for dialogue is being given a complete overhaul because that was a mess. But. Listen. It's so much better. It's so fucking better. I re-read the chapters I've done and in some places, the drafts aren't quite finished yet, like my writer brain is like fix this later BUT omg it's like, THE shit. It's so good. I've very excited.

I'm not sure how long it will take to finish. I might be able to stop halfway and post the rewritten/edited chapters I've got so far but I make no promises because I feel more inclined to keep going and get it all done in one. Some chapters won't need much work at all as they've been more heavily edited in the past (chapter 8 and 9 should be done pretty quickly, just giving them a facelift), while others I'm really ripping into. There's one chapter I know I'll either delete or delete scenes from to be replaced with something else (don't worry, the scenes will go into my deleted scenes fic on ao3, it's not gone forever).

So yeah. At the rate I'm going, I'm not gonna lie, it may take till the summer before I get all this editing done AND finish the new chapter 36 update - and you may get two new chapters at once, because it might be a long one and I might split it. But by the end of it, tbbw won't be 378k anymore. It'll probably be closer 450k. So you'll get a 50k+ update (along with some bonus stuff) to the whole fic and then a week later I'll post the new chapters (I used to post fornightly, a chapter every two weeks, and I'll go back to that when I'm done).

But yeah. I've written like, 110k since December, which for context is is closing in on the equivalent of the second book of TLOTR trilogy: The Return of the King was 137,115 words. That's an epic novel's worth. In three months.

An arguement could be made that I'm making this fic way too long but I don't really care? I love writing this. It makes my head spin and makes me tear my hair out but...it's so much fun too. And I get to rewrite canon, the way it should have been (we were so ROBBED 😭😭😭), so hey! It's free therapy too! I'm not going to stop as long as I'm loving every second.

Thanks for reading, and thank for listening to my insane plans! Hopefully, I'll see you there on ao3 when this fic is back for business!!

-And it WILL be back.

#anon ask #the big bad wolf #tbbw #morningstar writes #klaroline fanfiction #klaus x caroline #klaroline #ask and you shall receive #don't lose hope anon I'm getting there #slowly but surely I'm getting there

[sopebubbles]

Chapter three

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you've gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you're far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can't seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they'd do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: toxic relationship, cursing, angst, oops

WC: 5K

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"You better have a good fucking reason for pulling me out of her bed tonight," Taehyung growled as he slid into the seat of the car Jungkook was driving. 

"We got a tip that the Chinese are on their way to the club tonight. So it's all hands on deck," Jungkook told him as he drove down the street. 

"Left my fucking gun in the car," Tae muttered. 

"Glove box."

Taehyung popped open the door and took out a handgun. "If any of them show up tonight they're gonna die, and if they don't, it's gonna be you with a bullet in you for pulling me away from that beautiful girl."

"What, her pussy's made of gold?" Jungkook smirked.

"Bitch, it might be. I'll let you know if she ever lets me touch her again." Taehyung sighed regretfully. "It was our first time. Her first time, I think."

"Shit. That's tough luck, hyung."

Taehyung looked out the window as they pulled up to the club. Patrons were still pouring out. Namjoon would have shut the place down as a precaution. It was close to closing time anyway. 

"I'll let her yell at me tomorrow and then we can have makeup sex," Taehyung smiled hungrily.

"Sounds healthy."

"Fuck healthy. It's fucking hot."

"How does Jimin feel about the whole Val thing?"

"It's Jimin. He doesn't give a shit. He wants to fuck everything that moves anyway. As long as I still fuck him when he wants, I don't think he could care any less." 

Jungkook hummed as the flow of people slowed out of the front doors and the two finally got out of the car.

It had ended up being a long and bloody night. After Taehyung had arrived home and washed off all the blood and sex from his body, he wished for nothing more than to be able to slide into bed with you and hold you tight, shut out all the dark things in the world he would try so hard to hide from you. But how long would he manage to keep them hidden?

He slept late, not having gotten to bed until well past 4am. When he awoke it was nearly twelve hours later. He searched around for his phone, but found the battery dead since he'd forgotten to plug it in when he got home. He sighed heavily as he reached for the cord and then dragged himself out of bed. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, doing his best to tame his bed head before going to the closet to pull out a pair of white shorts and red short sleeved button down that youd said you liked on him once. After letting his phone charge a bit, he was disappointed to find there were no messages from you. Maybe you were more mad at him than he thought. He couldn't blame you, and he was just as mad. The only place he had wanted to be last night was in your warm little bed. He promised himself he'd be back there as soon as possible.

He wrote you a text to say he'd see you at the bar, but he deleted it, deciding to surprise you instead. The house seemed quiet when he came down the stairs and he almost thought he'd get out unnoticed. 

No sound preceded Namjoon's voice. "There's a shipment tonight."

Taehyung turned to find the man sitting in his favorite chair, a book open on his lap. 

"I know. I'll be there."

"Thanks for what you did last night." Namjoon spoke without looking at him. 

"Of course. You know I'd do anything for you, hyung."

"Heard about your girl. I'm sorry."

"Ah, it's alright. I'll go pick up some flowers and say I'm sorry. I'm sure it will be fine." Tae jingled his keys anxiously. 

"Good. You should bring her to the club sometime. I'd like to meet her. You seem to be very invested in her."

A dopey smile took over Taehyung's face. "I am. I think that I'm falling in love with her. But-" he took a deep breath. "I just want to keep her away from all this for now."

Namjoon hummed. "If you want her to be a part of your life you can't keep it from her."

"Yeah, well you have Jungkook. You wouldn't get it."

"And you have Jimin."

"It's not the same, hyung, you know it. She's different, and I want to protect her." Namjoon finally looked up at his younger brother to see the hint of desperation in his eyes. "I'm just saying, you can't protect her by lying. Being in her life right now, with everything going down with the triads makes her unsafe, not knowing could put her in real danger. She should at least know who to turn to if things go south."

"She's got me, hyung. I gotta go fix things with her. Bye." Taehyung abruptly cut off the conversation and headed for the door.

"Don't be late tonight!" The older man yelled after him.

Taehyung stopped by a small shop on his way to Little Bar to pick up a bouquet of roses, even if it felt a little cliche. When he arrived at the bar it was dead, with only one older regular nursing his beer in the corner. He didn't see you, only Mariana. 

"Where's Val? I thought she was working today?" Taehyung asked, folding his arms over the back of one of the tall chairs. 

Mariana's eyes flashed from his face to the flowers in his hands and she scoffed. "She was supposed to, but I took her shift, since she can't get out of bed."

"Can't get out of bed? What happened to her?" Panic crept into his voice and he leaned in closer.

"You tell me," she glared. "She was a broken mess when I got home last night and it's your fault."

Taehyung cringed at the accusation. "I didn't-"

"Tae, you can't just leave a girl like that!"

"I– it was an emergency! I didn't have a choice!"

Mariana shut him down and turned away. "Don't waste your breath explaining it to me."

"Gimme your keys so I can go see her. I'll explain." He begged, following her down the bar as she cleaned.

"Hell no. I'm not gonna help you get to her again. It's your mess, you clean it up, culero."

"That's a new one, thanks," Taehyung muttered before he exited the bar with his head hung low. 

Taehyung walked the few blocks to your apartment and looked around. There wasn't anyone on the street. He could yell at you from the gate and try to get your attention. Maybe someone would come and he could convince them to let him in. Maybe they would just call the police. He took another look up and down the street and opted to climb over the fence in one of the vulnerable points he'd spotted weeks ago. In spite of how tall the fence was, the only real difficulty once he got a foothold on the adjoining wall was trying to do it without damaging your flowers, but he managed. He took the stairs two at a time to the second floor, rushing to your door and knocking loudly. 

At first he didn't hear any movement at all and he knocked again, louder and longer, maybe you were sleeping and needed to be woken up. He wouldn't leave until you answered the door. 

"Val!" He yelled your name as he continued to knock for several minutes, and annoyed neighbors peeked through their blinds and cracked doors. "Cmon, Val. Talk to me. Let me explain." When you still didn't answer he finally took out his phone and called you, hearing your phone ring from inside a second later. There were still no movements inside as you let the phone ring out until your voicemail picked it up. Taehyung groaned in frustration, but he was starting to feel really worried. What if you were hurt or sick or something really had happened to you? What if you were gone?

"Valentina, listen to me. At least come to the door to let me know you're okay. Let me fix things. Please." His voice was softer and calmer now. He only had to wait a moment before he heard the creaking of your floorboards. 

"I'm fine, Taehyung. You can leave." Your voice was barely audible from the other side, but he heard it and it hurt his heart. 

"I don't want to leave. I need to see you." You didn't respond, but you didn't move away either. "Open the door, Valentina."

You left him hanging another moment, and when you did finally open the door you left the chain on it. 

"Val, please," he begged, looking heartbroken at the defense mechanism used against him. "Let me in."

"You don't need to come in. I'm fine. Go away." You wouldn't look at his face and he realized things were much worse than he thought. He searched your face for signs of the anger he had expected. But there was no heat in your gaze, no brutal words waiting on your lips. He looked for signs you had been crying, hoping he wouldn't see them yet feeling even more desperate when he didn't. No red puffy eyes or nose. All he found were dark bags under vacant irises, as if you hadn't slept, eaten or even drank any water since he'd  left you. Because he'd left you.

"Baby, I'm sorry. There was a family emergency last night and I had to go. I didn't want to. I swear I would have much rather been with you," he started to apologize. He watched you take a deep breath and close your eyes. A few seconds passed and when you opened your eyes, they blazed. 

"Don't come back here now and make excuses, Tae," you spat at him. 

"I'm not!" He whined. "I should have told you last night but I was in a rush and I didn't know how to explain, so I just left. I shouldn't have left you like that. I'm sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you."

You scoffed at him. "Go back to the club if you're looking for a quick fuck, Taehyung. Stop wasting my time."

"What? No! Is that what you think? Baby, no!" He tried to convince you, and the desperation wasn't hard to sell because he was telling the truth. 

He held the bouquet up to his chest so that you could see them for the first time. 

"Are those for me?" You asked timidly. 

"Of course they are, baby. There's no one else for me, Val."

You considered for a second, lips pouted. "Let me have them."

"Let me in."

"Pass them through the door, and I'll consider it."

Tae caved. He was the one doing the groveling here, afterall. He sighed and slipped the heads of the flowers through the opening in your door. Before he could get them all the way through, you slammed the door on the stems.

"Aw, Val, come on!" Taehyung whined.

"Vete al demonio!" You shouted back and walked away from the door.

Tae sighed and rubbed his forehead harshly. But then he stopped to think for a moment. Anger was his best case scenario. It was easily a step up from sadness and miles above the empty look he'd seen in you before. If anything, your anger meant you had already forgiven him, or at least you were on the way. He just needed to push your buttons a little more and you'd be a mess of kisses in no time. 

"You don't mean that, Val. Now let me in or I'm breaking down the door!"

"Don't you fucking dare!"

"You know I will, Val! You let me in or I'm coming in but I'm not leaving."

"You're such an asshole!"

"I know, baby," he replied calmly, almost in a laugh. "But I'm an asshole who loves you."

Suddenly the door whipped open. "Don't fucking say shit like that right now."

Tae rushed in the open door and scooped you up in his arms. "It's true though, baby, I love you."

You wrapped your legs around his trunk and kicked the door closed in the process. 

"I love you so much," he continued, peppering kisses up and down your neck. 

"Then why did you leave me?" You whined into him.

"I'm so sorry, gorgeous. I didn't have a choice. It really was an emergency."

"You went to see Jimin," you pouted. Taehyung pulled back from you, running over his final moments with you last night.

"My brother was in trouble. Jimin was with him. Is that what's been going through your pretty little head? You thought I left you for Jimin?"

You nodded, lips still pouted. "He called and you left. And you must like him more than me."

Taehyung chuckled. You were too damn cute. "Everyone needs to stop worrying about Jimin. Jimin and I are fuck buddies. We care about each other as friends, and that matters, but I don't love him like I do you, and he doesn't love me that way either. If it weren't my family, which admittedly Jimin is connected with, nothing would have dragged me from you last night. Especially not Jimin. I'm so sorry I left you with doubts." He kissed the side of your face before he kissed your chapped lips.

"Is your brother okay?" You asked, still in pout. Taehyung guessed it would take lots of kisses and maybe a treat or two to get you to stop. That was okay by him.

"Yeah. Everyone is safe now. But I will have to go later to take care of something."

"No!" You whined and buried your face in his neck. God why did he love it so much when you acted like a brat?

"Not until tonight. Right now I'm all yours. Let's go get something to eat and then I'll take you to buy anything you want."

"Can I have you? In my bed?" You asked with open mouth kisses on his neck. 

"Yeah, you can. You can have me for free," he grinned as he rushed you over to your corner. 

You weren't particularly materialistic but you didn't stop Taehyung when he tried to buy his way back into your good graces, because you were desperate to believe he loved you—to be loved period. You were desperate enough for it to ignore the warning signs about who he really is as they piled up. You didn't ask questions about where the money came from for the nice clothes he bought you when he wanted to take you out for a nice date, even though he continued to be vague about what he did for work. He was still hiding details about his family, telling you as little about them as possible. Even when he materialized an apartment out of seemingly nowhere, you didn't ask any questions, not wanting to know the truth.

The time you spent with Taehyung was so liberating when he let you be someone different; it made you feel so distant from who you really were that you refused to see any similarities between your present and your past. You ignored the cringey feelings that creeped up your spine sometimes when he was controlling or overprotective, believing that he just loved you so much he needed to be with you and make sure you were safe every moment that he could, that he needed to know where you were at all times.

The apartment that Taehyung told you he had rented was a studio, not too far from Koreatown. Most nights you stayed there with him after you left work, always with him. He either stayed with you through your whole shift, keeping a watchful eye on everyone who came through the establishment, or he'd come in after finishing whatever "work" he had for the evening. He had told you that he drove around some rich Hollywood type, but the hours seemed irregular—just another detail you would push to the back of your mind so you could sleep in his arms at night. After work he'd take you to his little love nest and fuck you senseless, falling asleep with you held tightly to his chest. He couldn't sleep any other way.

In the mornings, you tried never to linger too long, unable to quiet the voice that told you if you spent too much time in his space, he would tire of you or punish you for it, even though he always seemed to be trying to pull you back into bed. 

He frequently went with you to the gym, saying he had to make sure men stayed away from what was his, until you stopped going altogether because you weren't comfortable anymore. 

But most of the time, when neither of you were working, you had adventures, went to the movies, played on the beach—though you never took your shirt off, much less wore a bathing suit. Taehyung would take you to do practically anything you wanted, everything you'd previously been denied. He fed you such an illusory freedom that you couldn't help but want to be with him. Nights he couldn't spend with you or had to leave because of some emergency left you feeling empty and better, and it terrified you.

And of course you still fought like cats and dogs. You'd complain about how overbearing he was just to have him grab you and tell you how much he loved you. If he wanted you mattered more than if the manner in which he wanted you was correct. At the end of the day, even if Taehyung knew he was making you less and less safe, he made you feel safe. And safe and free were the only two things you'd ever aspired to be. He made you feel so safe that you'd stopped looking over your shoulders and checking locked doors. 

One night in August you were just at the beginning of a closing shift. The place was pretty busy, and Mariana and another girl were working with you. Your back was turned, pouring a draft when you heard Taehyung's voice low and threatening. 

"The fuck you looking at?"

You sighed and turned to see your boyfriend glaring at one of your favorite regulars. "What's the problem, mi amor?"

"This guy was staring at your ass," Tae accused.

"Here you go, Eddie," you said as you handed the man his beer. "Ignore him."

"What? You're just gonna let him look at you like that?" Eddie made the smart move and took his beer away to the farthest corner. 

"He's harmless," you shrugged.

"Oh, so I guess you'd let him touch you if he wanted to, too?"

"Taehyung, stop. If he tried to touch me I'd beat his ass. But he wouldn't, so stop it."

Taehyung laughed. "I'd like to see that, actually."

You crossed your arms and stared at him. "I'll beat your ass too, if you don't quit. So drink your beer and shut up or leave. You're driving away all my good customers." You mumbled as you cleaned a bit of a drink you'd spilled.

"You don't need them."

You laughed loudly. "I need to pay my bills."

He shrugged. "Easy. Come live with me. I'll take care of everything."

You looked over at Mariana and you both rolled your eyes. "Cállate. No digas tonterías," you said quietly.

"I'm serious. I can give you everything you need."

"I have everything I need," you insisted.

Taehyung opened his mouth to argue with you, but his phone rang. He quickly dug the device out of his pocket and turned slightly away from you to talk, not that it made a difference since he was speaking in hushed Korean anyway. Honestly, you were glad for the interruption. You hated conversations like these, when Taehyung's possessive and controlling tendencies crossed your boundaries, even if you couldn't speak of them. It made your muscles tense and triggered a fight or flight response in you that you struggled to control. It made your heart beat fast and your skin sweat, but not as bad as what Taehyung said when he got off the phone.

"I have to go do something for my brother. I'm sorry." He sounded annoyed, bordering on angry, but you felt a little relieved that he was leaving for a while. 

"Okay. That's okay, babe." You kept a blank expression so he wouldn't see how your body eased.

"I'll be back to pick you up when you close," he promised. "Wait for me, alright. Don't go out alone."

"I'll be fine, Tae," you giggled as he met you at the space between two sections of the bar to give you a kiss and grab your ass. 

"I love you. Don't let any of these guys touch what belongs to me."

You scoffed. "I don't belong to you, Taehyung!"

He grinned and pecked another kiss to your lips. "Of course you do."

It made your skin crawl and your blood boil, to be spoken of as a possession. You felt dizzy as you opened your mouth to say something, but he was already gone. 

The night passed quickly with how busy the bar stayed. You barely thought about what Taehyung had said to you before he left or how it made you feel, not until you were closing up. The bouncer, Alex, asked if you wanted him to stay, when Taehyung hadn't shown up by two o'clock, but you told him you'd be okay. Taehyung was almost never late and if he was it was only by a little bit. You would just wait inside like he asked you to. But after thirty minutes had passed, you were tired and you were starting to get worried. You had sent Taehyung text messages but they went unanswered. When you tried to call you realized it was because his phone was off, sending you straight to voicemail. That was weird, but maybe his phone just died and he was already on his way. You swallowed the lump in your throat and waited. 

After a whole hour had passed you were ready to give up. Something must have come up. You tried not to think of worst case scenarios. Something came up and his battery had died and even though he really wanted to be there, he couldn't and he would explain and make it up to you tomorrow. Everything would be fine. No need to create wild theories and accusations in your mind. 

With a sigh, you slid off the barstool you'd been whiling away your time at. You flipped it up on the bar and went out the door. You locked it quickly and turned to go home. It wasn't far, a straight shot just two blocks ahead. As you approached the alley, a man stepped out that you recognized vaguely. He was Asian, but not any of Taehyung's friends that you'd met. No, you'd seen him a few hours ago inside the bar. Had he been waiting for you all this time? 

"Hey, baby," the man leered at you. 

Your blood ran cold and you stopped in your tracks a few yards away from him. Your hands curled into fists as your right foot slid back. 

"Whatever you want, you're not gonna get it. So you might as well leave," you warned him. 

"That's really cute," he smiled before you felt a cloth cover your mouth and a body press against your back. And then you went limp. 

Taehyung slammed the car door, pissed that Namjoon had called him to the house when he was supposed to be free for the night. He drove too fast through the streets all the way to Beverly Hills, and stomped into the house like a petulant child. 

"What the hell do you want?" He barked at Namjoon. 

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Namjoon asked as he continued to get dressed for the evening. 

"I'm supposed to be with Val tonight."

Namjoon rolled his eyes. "You're with Val every night. It's started to take a real toll on your work, too. I think a night away will be good for you both."

"A night away? The fuck is going on?" 

"I need you to go down to San Diego to bail out Dongsun." Namjoon looked at his adopted brother in the mirror as he spoke. "Don't pout. Val will be fine without you for one night."

"You don't know that. She could be in danger."

"And whose fault is that?"

"Yours, as a matter of fact," Taehyung pointed out. 

Namjoon sighed heavily and turned to look at him. "Look, it's just a quick trip to San Diego, get Dongsun out and come back. If you leave now you might still be able to get your dick wet tonight."

Taehyung groaned. "It's really not about that, hyung. I get this horrible feeling when I'm not with her, like I'll never see her again."

"You're just in love, Taehyung. Or obsessed. Honestly, I think some time away would be healthy for you."

"We can't leave Dongsun in jail until tomorrow?"

"No. He needs to be out tonight. And Jin and I need Jungkook and Hobi with us at this meeting. You're the only one that can take care of this for me."

Taehyung sighed. "Why has Dongsun always been such a fuck up?"

"Hey, that's your cousin. I just hope it doesn't run in the family." Taehyung thought about giving him the finger, but just waved him off instead. "Hey take one of our cars, not yours," Namjoon called after him as Taehyung left the room.

Taehyung grumbled to himself the whole drive to San Diego, which took longer because he hit rush hour traffic on top of a huge accident. By the time he got there it was nearly midnight. Then he had to wake up the DA and drop off the money to get the charges dropped—clearly not a first time occurrence, but a major pain in the ass. After giving his cousin an earful and practically kicking him out of the car, Taehyung was back on the I-5 to Los Angeles. It didn't make him feel any better though. No matter how fast he drove, there was no way he was going to get to you on time. His phone died and he didn't have a charger in the car, so he couldn't call you. He thought about stopping to buy one, but it would only slow him down. 

Taehyung pulled up to your apartment at half past three. He could still see the light on in the living room, so he thought you might be awake. After checking the street, he climbed over the fence and raced up to your door. He tried to knock quietly so he wouldn't disturb anyone, but when you didn't answer he knocked louder and called your name. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jimin asked when he answered the door shirtless. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" Taehyung fired back, although it was clear he had interrupted something. 

"I'm with Mariana, obviously. But why aren't you with Val?"

"Val's not here?" Taehyung panted.

Jimin shook his head. "Mariana said you were supposed to pick her up after her shift."

"I was! But Namjoon hyung sent me to fucking San Diego, and I just got back. I figured she'd be here."

Mariana appeared at the edge of the living room, a sweater wrapped around her naked body. "That pendeja is probably still waiting for you at the bar like you told her to," she said, shaking her head.

Taehyung sighed. "One fucking time she listens to me. Thanks. Sorry for interrupting," he smirked at Jimin.

"Good-fucking-night," Jimin replied and shut the door quickly.

Taehyung rushed back down the steps and through the gate, letting it clang loudly behind him as he ran down the street to get to you. But he never made it inside, because your bag was laying at the edge of the alleyway. He picked it up and looked inside. Everything was there, your cell phone, your wallet, your keys. The only thing that had been taken was you.

Taehyung ran every red light on the way back to the mansion. When he came into the house slamming the front door, he was at least twice as mad as he had been hours ago.

"What is it now?" Namjoon asked as he felt the rage roll off of Taehyung. 

"This is your fault, hyung!" 

"What?"

"She's gone! I wasn't there to pick her up from work, and now she's gone!"

"Well maybe-"

"No. She's not at home. I found her goddamn purse on the ground in the alley behind her bar. Someone took her, hyung." Taehyung's heavy breaths were the only sound in the room while Namjoon, Jungkook and Yoongi stared at him. "Hyung, where is she?" Taehyung asked, the anger in his voice replaced by desperation. 

Namjoon swallowed. He couldn't stop the feeling of guilt that swirled in his stomach. Maybe he should have listened to Taehyung's gut feeling earlier. "We'll help you find her, Tae. We'll-"

The leader's words were interrupted when a phone started to ring. All the men patted their pockets but it wasn't coming from any of them. It was your phone, Taehyung realized and pulled it quickly out of your bag. 

"Val?" He asked, his voice was steady.

"She's here. She's safe, for now. She can stay alive if you come and exchange yourself for her."

"Where are you?" Taehyung asked without hesitation. 

"I'll text you the address. Come alone, or neither of you will make it out alive."

The line went dead and Taehyung started at the screen waiting for something to come through. 

"I gotta go," Taehyung mumbled when the message came in. 

"Take Kook and Hobi with you," Namjoon instructed. 

Taehyung shook his head and spoke quietly. "No, he said to come alone."

"That's not happening," Namjoon replied firmly. "They're going to go with you and make sure you both come back alive. Jungkook, you drive. Bring her back here. I wanna meet this girl." 

Jungkook didn't waste a second, getting up from his seat and patting Taehyung on the back as he walked toward the door. Hoseok followed right behind.

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[dragondemoness]

Heyy how are you??

I hope you wouldn’t mind my 100th request atm, also spoilers down here😭…

Could I request Mondo Oowada, Leon Kuwata and Mikan Tsumiki With a S/O who basically died/got executed the same way as Korekiyo Shinguji did?? (Bonus: maybe they find out that the reader killed the “person” the same way korekiyo did as well?)

Please inform me privately if this request makes you uncomfortable or if you just wanna delete it, I’ll understand.

Thanks!

Yooo! I'm good, you?

Nah, of course I don't mind. I love doing your requests :3

Ngl, this was pretty fun x3 Hope you like this

Mondo, Leon and Mikan with an S/O who Killed and got Killed like Korekiyo Shinguji

Mondo Owada 

When his bro Taka got killed, he was pissed

Especially in the manner he was killed in

He was glad you were still with him though

But he was hellbent on finding out who killed his bro

You helped him look for clues and you were by his side when you all came together for the trial

The trial was painfully long, but later into it, the evidence was starting to point to you

Mondo was even more pissed

No way could you be the killer!

"You're fucking delusional! (Name) would never kill my bro! Check your evidence again, you dumb shits!"

He fought Makoto and Kyoko to the best of his ability, but they weren't backing down

They just presented more evidence that proved it was you

Then the end of the trial came, and everyone voted for you

Mondo was just getting even more enraged

He refused to believe you could be a killer

But Monokuma declared that you were in fact the killer

Then he turned to you

"Is it true?"

His voice was so quiet, exhausted by all the yelling he had been doing

Then you smiled and said something that shattered him forever

"Yes. I am the killer."

On the inside, he was still struggling to believe it

Then his anger returned, and he curled his hand into a fist and started yelling again

If you're a guy, he would've socked the shit outta you

"You fucking asshole! Why the fuck did you kill my bro?! How could you do that to me, you damn traitor?!"

Your face turned serious

"It was for my sister."

He stopped for a second, his eyes widening in surprise

"What?"

"She did not approve of your dear 'brother's' behavior. He was fighting over Alter Ego as if she belonged to him. That's no way to treat a woman. I had to kill him and that... filthy scum in order to keep her safe."

Mondo could barely even wrap his head around what you were saying

He remembered you talking about your sister with admiration, but he didn't think it was this serious

"Did I not mean a damn thing to you?!"

"Hm... Well, you were a nice temporary companion to take her place. But I'm afraid you could never hold a candle to her. And now, the time has come for us to be reunited..."

At this point, Mondo was out of words

He couldn't even express how disgusting the whole thing was

But now, it was time for you to face your punishment

Mondo couldn't even watch as Monokuma dragged you off to your execution

But when he did look up, he saw something incredibly disturbing

You were boiled to death, then your sister betrayed you and erased your ghost as well

At the end, Mondo couldn't even be angry anymore

He had lost his best friend, and his significant other

Some of the others tried to comfort him, but he wasn't having it

After the trial, he trudged back to his room and flopped down on the bed

He's not sure if he can keep going after this

Leon Kuwata 

Seeing the bodies of Hifumi and Taka horrified him

Hifumi was weird and Taka was annoying, but damn, they didn't deserve this

Honestly, he's probably gonna stay as far away from the bodies as possible

You can investigate if you want, but count him out

When it came time for the trial, he mainly just listened to what the others were saying while trying to cope with the situation

He started to zone out after a while, but when they started to accuse you, he was on high alert

"Huh? Wait, what do you mean (Name)'s the killer?! They wouldn't do that kind of disgusting shit!"

Boy, was he furious

No matter what Makoto and Kyoko said, he refused to listen

"No! I refuse to acknowledge you! They're not the killer! You're stupid, both of you! Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

And when you were voted out, think of how he reacted when he was exposed as the killer during the first trial

He was in complete and utter shock

So you really did kill them?

"Why...?"

That's all he could force out

"I had to. For her."

"Who the hell's 'her?!'"

"My sister. She found Hifumi and Kiyotaka's behavior to be revolting. They treated Alter Ego like their property, and that's no way to treat a woman. They needed to be dealt with."

Leon didn't even know what to think about this

"You're fucking sick. You murdered two people because of some stupid delusion?! Didn't I mean anything to you?!"

You smiled at him

"Well, you certainly drove away the loneliness I felt in my sister's absence.  I will remember you well in the afterlife. But I'm afraid my dear sister matters more to me."

Leon couldn't even watch as you were dragged off to your execution

Though he found himself speechless when your own sister turned her back on you

He never believed in ghosts, but what he saw was legit

He's not sure if he can keep going after that

Mikan Tsumiki

She was horrified when Sonia and Ibuki were announced dead

Hiyoko is replaced by Sonia because it's more fitting

Her last two friends from Hope's Peak were gone, and she didn't know what to do

But she had to perform an autopsy on their bodies, so she needed to push past her fear and do what had to be done

Then it was time to head down to the trial

She clung onto your arm the whole time

Your presence was comforting for her

Mikan provided useful info from her autopsies, but she couldn't make heads or tails of who the killer was

When the signs started pointing to you, she was horrified 

"Wh-What?! N-No, that can't be right! (Name) c-can't be the killer! It's impossible!"

She tried to defend you as best as she could, but even she was starting to wonder if it was true

But even when you were voted out, she still couldn't believe it

Her dear sweet s/o, a killer?

"N-No, that has to be wrong! They c-can't be the killer! R-Right?"

But now that you were caught, yoi saw no point in hiding anymore

Mikan was devastated that you killed someone

Two people, at that

"(Name)... Why did you do this?"

"For her."

"Huh?"

"My sister. She left my side quite some time ago. I didn't want her to be lonely in the afterlife, so I killed those girls so they could be friends with her."

Mikan could hardly believe what she was hearing

You committed a murder, two murders, for your sister who's long dead

Did Mikan even mean anything to you?

Unfortunately, she didn't have time to ask as you were being dragged off to your execution

This one was by far the most disturbing 

She wanted so badly to look away, but her eyes were glued to the screen

It was even worse that your own sister betrayed you

Mikan never thought about ghosts or whatever, but knowing that you wouldn't be there in the afterlife was pretty upsetting

After that, she was completely shattered

She didn't know if she could move forward from it, or if she could even try

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa goodbye despair #mondo owada x reader #leon kuwata x reader #mikan tsumiki x reader

[banannabethchase]

Can I get 9E with JungleCorpse?

(Or a Mox pairing of your choice if JungleCorpse is too much to ask…)

Take a Picture (It'll Last Longer) - also on AO3

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Mox opens his phone to see a photo from Matt Jackson that definitely wasn't meant for him.

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Dialogue 9: “Five star match? More like five star ass.”, Scenario E: Texted something sensitive to the wrong number

I straight up have no idea how to write Jungle Boy so here have some MoxMatt nonsense.

And. Um. I went a little overboard. Oops. I hope you like it!

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Mox studies the photo. It's gotta be a mistake, is the thing. Matt Jackson, especially now, has only ever sent him work related information.

So the image of Matt posing in the mirror, stark naked, with his ass front and center, is a surprise. He’s looking over his shoulder almost coyly, like he knows what the photo would do to the receiver. And then Mox is suddenly desperate to know who the photo was meant for.

He opens his other messages to text Bryan to come over, or maybe Yuta, but he flips back to Matt’s message. As much as he hates the guy, it feels like he's leaking nudes to show this to anybody else. Also, as an EVP, he's pretty sure Matt could have him blacklisted, and Mox would possibly deserve it.

five star matches? more like five star ass, he decides to text. He hesitates briefly before hitting send. And then he does it.

He grins as the call comes through seconds later. "Hey, Bucky boy," he chuckles, getting comfortable in his chair. "What could this call be about?"

"Don't call me Bucky boy," Matt snaps. "And I implore you to delete that picture off your phone. It went to the wrong person. Obviously."

"Implore?" Mox asks. "What a word. Gonna have talk less fancy to me, baby."

"Don't call me baby!"

"You sent me an ass pick, Matthew." It's all Mox can do not to laugh. "I can't call you Bucky boy, I can't call you baby. What can I call you?"

"You can call me Matt," he says. He sounds like a prissy bitch, even just on the phone. "And, seriously, please delete it."

"Can I look a little more first?" Mox asks. He puts the phone on speaker and pulls the phone up. "Who was it meant to go to?"

"None of your business," Matt grumbles.

"You look great," Mox says, because he's only a man and a hot man is a hot man. Even if he is annoying as hell. "Could bounce a quarter off that thing."

"Yeah?" Matt's tone is different now, almost preening.

Mox leans into a hunch. "Your back looks great, too. Definition's crazy."

Matt makes a strange, self satisfied little noise. "Well, I was doing a lot of leg days and lots of glutes when my arm was injured, so I had to catch up over a few weeks in the top half." He pauses for a second. "My biceps are massive right now."

"Maybe next time you accidentally sext your boyfriend you could send that bicep shot to me, too." Mox is having fun, sure, but he's not pleased by the fact that it's not just fun. His dick is far more interested than he expected at the idea of Matt, standing in front of some hotel mirror, posing for a camera.

What he might look like posing for Mox.

"He is not my boyfriend," Matt says sharply. "Sometimes it takes some creative photography to get laid, okay?"

Mox lets that sink in. "Not your boyfriend, huh?"

"Getting fucked by Brody King? Doable. Dating him? Couldn't handle his spooky friends."

Mox almost misses the second part because he half slides off his chair. "You're fucking Brody King?"

"Yeah," Matt says. "We hook up every once in a while, but ever since he's moved over to Collision I haven't met up with him." He sighs, mournfully, and Mox thinks he knows exactly what Matt is suggesting. "Per the photo, I'm getting a little -" He cuts himself off.

"Say it," Mox goads. "Come on. You were gonna say desperate."

"Was not!"

"Were too." Mox laughs. "It's okay, baby.” He shouldn’t say it. He should be professional about this. “I'm in room 245 if you want to take care of that desperation."

Matt's quiet for a second, and Mox crosses his fingers that he didn't just commit a big enough HR violation that he's officially fired. "This is a terrible idea."

"Never claimed to be the king of good ones."

"I'll be there in five."

Mox tidies the place up, not enough to look like he cares, but enough to not be gross, and spends a full thirty seconds trying to figure out where to sit before remembering he has to get up to get the door anyway.

There's a knock on the door, and he nearly jumps. He shakes it off and walks to the door, opening it as nonchalantly as possible. "Hey."

"This is a stupid idea," Matt says, stepping into Mox's hotel room. "Possibly the worst ever." He glances behind him as Mox shuts the door, then pulls his shirt off over his head.

Mox opens his mouth to say something, but his mouth freezes in a gape. "Holy fuck," he mutters.

"What?" Matt asks. The fucker flexes.

"Did you get a pump in before you came here? Jesus Christ." Mox reaches out and touches before he can stop himself. Even the injured arm is huge, biceps the size of his head. "Lift much?"

Matt's grin goes self-satisfied and cocky. "Didn't need a pump. This is just how I look."

Mox licks his lips. "Doubt your ass looks as good in person."

Matt locks eyes with Mox as he shimmies out of his sweatpants. Mox's eyes flicker down at Matt's cock, already red and hard, then flicks back up. Matt turns around slowly, and there's that outrageously perfect ass in front of him. He's like a man possessed as he steps up to Matt and grabs a handful. "Christ," he murmurs. "Even better in person."

"I know," Matt sighs. His cheeks are pink. "It's why I feature it in all my thirst traps."

"Your Instagram looks nothing like this," Mox says. He slides his hands along Matt's arms, his sides, his toned stomach. He reaches up to tweak one of Matt's nipples, and Matt sighs.

"I don't post the good stuff to Instagram," Matt chuckles. He drops his head back on Mox's shoulder.

"No, you sure fuckin' don't," Mox mutters. "Go get on the bed.”

“You could say please,” Matt says, and he grinds that perfect ass into Mox’s cock. He thinks he can feel how soft it is, even through his basketball shorts.

Mox groans. “Jesus, fuckin’ – don’t be a bitch about it.”

“I’m a bitch about everything,” Matt says, circling his hips slowly. “Why would I be any different here?”

Mox slides his hand down and wraps it around Matt’s cock, gathering precome to aid in the glide, and watches as Matt lazily thrusts up into his hand.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Mox murmurs into Matt’s ear. He catches his earlobe in his teeth. Matt whines.

“Never been given a hand job before even kissing a guy,” Matt quips.

Mox turns him around and leans in, kissing Matt hard. Matt gives as good as he gets, sliding his arms around Mox’s neck and pulling him in closely. Mox slides his hands down Matt’s perfect back to grab Matt’s ass in both hands. The kiss is better than it should be – hot and wet and filthy, Matt’s tongue talented in ways Mox couldn’t have imagined, and Mox needs him naked and on him right now.

He walks them backwards and shoves Matt onto the bed. He bounces and crawls up. The fucker poses.

“Don’t get cute about it now, you little shit,” Mox growls.

“You like me cute,” Matt says, fluttering his eyelashes. “Oh, actually.” He rolls over, popping his ass up. “I think you like me like this.”

“I would love it if you shut up.”

“I think you would love it if I didn’t.”

With an exasperated groan, Mox chucks off his clothes and gets up behind Matt, grabbing his ass again. He can’t keep his hands off of it.

“Check my shorts,” Matt singsongs. “EVPs. Always prepared.”

“Again,” Mox says, finding what he needs in Matt’s pocket. “Shut up.”

“Nah,” Matt says, throwing a shit eating grin over his shoulder. “You like it when I talk.”

Mox works Matt open quickly, the two of them shit talking back and forth at each other the whole time, and he hates how fun this is, how good it is. Matt is funny. He’s funny and cute and sexy and Mox hates it.

He twists his fingers, drawing a delightful half laugh, half moan, from Matt that goes straight to his dick. “Yeah,” Mox says as he watches his fingers pump in and out. “Fuck, you sound as pretty as you look.”

Matt laughs, fucking himself back on Mox’s fingers. “Thought you said you wanted me to shut up?”

“Fuckin – I’m gonna fuck you now.”

“Took you long enough.”

Mox can’t fight an eye roll as he slides on the condom and pulls Matt’s hips back to meet his cock.

“Come on, man,” Matt says, wiggling. “Give it to me.” He looks over his shoulder and sends such an annoying grin over his shoulder.

Mox doesn’t want to go too fast, to spook Matt, for reasons he’s not willing to examine, and slowly pushes in, the heat turning his vision blurry. “Fuck,” he sighs. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

“I know,” Matt says, pushing back on Mox’s cock as he balances on his elbows. “You, too. You can go as hard as you want, by the way. I gotta be back in the hotel room in,” he checks his watch, “about fifteen minutes when Nick gets back from the gym, so faster is better.”

“Sorry,” Mox says, fucking into Matt a little harder, “you have a time limit on this?”

“Always do,” Matt says, meeting every one of Mox’s thrusts. “Part of the fun is sneaking around. And, if Nick finds out, he’ll be so annoying.”

Mox laughs, having more fun than he should be. “He takes after his big brother.”

“Alright,” Matt says, interrupting himself with a gasp, “oh, yes, there, but let’s stop talking about Nick, okay?”

“Noted,” Mox says.

The chatter is…strange at worst and entertaining at best, Mox thinks, and he and Matt find a rhythm more quickly than they should. Matt incredibly demanding, insisting on faster, harder, slower, a different angle, and Mox firing back with equal attitude. He’s not used to being the less bratty one in the room, is the thing, and he finds he enjoys it.

“Grab my dick,” Matt demands. “I wanna come.”

“You could say please.”

“Alright,” Matt says. “Please pound me into oblivion while jerking me off.”

Mox feels like he really should have a retort for that, because what the fuck, but instead he just sighs and spits in his hand before wrapping it around Matt’s cock. Matt makes the prettiest little sound at the touch, and Mox watches in fascination as Matt presses his face to the mattress, whimpering.

“Almost,” Matt gasps. “Come on, harder, get me there.”

The two of them are quiet for the first time since Matt showed up, and then, without warning, Matt cries out so loud Mox is startled. Matt comes all over Mox’s hand and his sheets. He clenches down on Mox’s cock so hard Mox sees stars, and he can’t help but fuck into Matt at lightning speed.

“Fuck, Matt,” Mox grunts, and then he comes so hard his knees almost give out.

They’re quiet again for a few seconds as Mox comes down from it, and then Matt turns his head to look up at Mox.

“Oops,” he says, not looking apologetic at all, “got your sheets all messy. Hope you have extras in the closet.” He rolls over onto his back, frowning down at the wet spot.

“Shut the fuck up,” Mox laughs. He pulls out slowly and takes care of the condom. “You need a towel.”

“Yes, please.”

“Oh, now you’re polite.” Mox grabs the towel and tosses it to Matt, who catches it deftly.

Matt mops himself up almost daintily. “Thanks. You good?”

“So good,” Mox chuckles. He jumps into the bed next to Matt, barely missing the wet spot. He can’t stop smiling. He can’t stop wanting to do this again.

“Wanna know a secret?” Matt asks, hands behind his head, far more comfortable than Mox thinks he should be in another man’s bed.

“Sure,” Mox says, turning to look at him. He’s expecting something about the sex, or him, or, hell, their upcoming match.

“Your dick is bigger than Brody’s.”

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Congrats on 1500!!!!! You deserve it :) I’d be interested to see any deleted scenes from Portions for Foxes!

There are two good deleted scenes from Portions for Foxes. Here is the angsty/sappy one (I have another request in the queue, so you' can'll see the bonkers one later). This happens near the end of the fic, so I'm gonna stick the explanation under the cut for spoilers, in case anyone out there has not read my four-year-old fanfic.

So, the first time I wrote the part in Chapter 4 where Renji accidentally tells Rukia that he loves her in the middle of the night, I had her get up in the morning and just go to work, so she wasn't there when he woke up. This is how that scene continued after that. The beginning may feel familiar because I scrounged most of it back into the fic later, but put it here for context.

This scene is actually kind of an interesting insight into my writing process-- I wrote it, it felt wrong to me, I was Angry for a week, and then I replaced it with the version that ended up in the final story. The flaw here, as I eventually identified it, is that the characters Say Too Much. I have a tendency to write my characters explaining everything about the story to the reader, which is not what I want-- I want to keep things subtle, I want to let the reader make connections themselves. Also, while I, personally, am constantly deconstructing and analyzing my own feelings and behavior, that's not a thing that realistic and interesting characters should be doing in stories. On the other hand, this kind of thing definitely definitely falls into the "no writing is wasted" category, because having a piece of text where I have spelled out what is going on can be enormously helpful for making sure it got sprinkled in there.

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It's late morning when Renji rolls into the offices of the 13th Division, his arms full.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with these?" Rukia exclaims, as he dumps an enormous bouquet of red camellias into her arms.

"I'll find a vase," he promises, "I'm sure Captain Ukitake kept some around?"

"Leftmost bottom cabinet," Rukia grudgingly supplies. "Next to the extra paper." She eyes the white paper bag he has also deposited on her desk. It is printed with the label of her favorite confectionery shop. "And you know that's not what I meant."

Renji returns with a vase and relieves her of the flowers. "We need to talk."

She watches him try to fluff the flowers in the vase. "You don't know anything about flowers, do you?"

"I know about camellias," he responds simply.

She swallows. "Renji, don't."

He regards her for a moment. "You're right. I don't want to do this at the office. Let's play hooky."

She looks skeptical, so he snatches up the bag of wagashi and shakes it tantalizingly. "I'm going for a walk and taking these with me."

Rukia wrinkles her nose. "Fine. But only because I know you're going to subject me to this sooner or later, you never let anything lie. Now, help me get out of this chair."

He gives her a hand up.

"Did Brother do this often?" Rukia asks as they walk, trying to needle him. "Play hooky?"

She has repossessed her bag of sweets, although she did give him one. 

"He did, actually," Renji replies, a fond smile on his face. "It took me a while to figure out, but he used to say, 'Lieutenant! Attend me!' and then he'd go off somewhere, walking fast, very serious face on, me trying to keep up. And we'd go somewhere-- the first time, it was Soukyoku Hill, I remember that. And he would just stand there for a while, twenty, thirty minutes and then we'd go back. The cherry grove over near the Academy. The Royal Botanical Gardens. Those ugly sculptures outside the Art Museum. I think he took me along because it made it look like he was off doing something official, but I'm pretty sure he just liked getting out of the office once in a while."    

Rukia is making a face. "I think he liked being with people, but he didn't like talking to them. He did that to me all the time, too, although it was more often the woods behind the Manor or the gardens. He liked to sit and draw together, too."

They are both silent for a long moment.

"Only took us five months," Renji says quietly, "to be able to talk about him." 

"Is that what you wanted to talk about?" Rukia snaps, a bit too harshly.

"No," Renji replies. "Look, we're here, you wanna find a spot to sit?"

He's brought them out to the Red Hollow Gate Overlook, a place they have spent many an hour, the best view of South Rukongai in the Seireitei. It is the analog of the overlook in Inuzuri where they used to stand, looking inward. It was the place where they buried their dead, but it never felt morbid to them. It was just a place they all liked to be, a place they might pick to be forever, when the time came.

It is getting into late autumn, and Rukongai is mostly brown now, just a small ring around the Seireitei ablaze in scarlets and oranges. Renji tries to guesstimate where the color ends. 18, maybe? They've probably already had snow in Inuzuri. 

No one is up here today. Fall colors have lost their charm and it’s pretty chilly. Renji spreads his haori on the ground and helps Rukia sit before plopping down beside her.

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

"You don't have to--" Rukia tries to interrupt.

"I do, actually. This has been killing me, Rukia, so let me say my piece, will ya?"

Her mouth snaps shut.

"I have spent my entire adult life trying to be better than I am," he sighs. "A good part of my adolescence, too, for that matter." He smiles sadly. "I wasn't exactly close, but I was gettin' there."

"Close to what?" Rukia demands.

"To being good enough," he explains, as though this clarifies anything. "To feel like I would have something--anything-- to offer you if I were to, y'know, ask you to marry me."

Rukia takes a sharp intake of breath.

"And then-- just after the biggest failure of my whole life-- failed my captain, failed you, failed everyone, and I let myself fall back into being an absolute trash heap of a person, you had to go and ask me, instead."

"Renji, you were grieving. You're still grieving. I shouldn't have--"

"I'm not trying to blame you! I'm just trying to explain why I haven't been the husband I always wanted to be for you. That I'm not even sure if that's something you want. That even though I've been a miserable pile of shit, I still love you, for whatever the love of a miserable pile of shit is worth."

"Oh, Renji," Rukia manages, throwing her arms around him. "You act like I've been any better. The only good thing I've been able to do-- the only thing that's kept me from giving up-- has been trying to hold you together. And lately, it seems like you're doing so much better and I'm not, I'm not better at all, and you don't need me anymore and I don't know-- I don't--"

"Shh, shh," Renji says, taking her in his arms. "Of course I need you. I've always needed you. I've only managed to get my shit in line because I thought that's what you needed. I can go back to drinking my breakfast if that's what you'd prefer."

"It's not," she scowls back at him. 

"Okay," he nods. "But maybe instead of being two sad people who can't even talk to each other, maybe we can try to be two sad people who are trying to help each other. Who are trying to get better, for each other's sake, if not for our own."   

She nods, unable to speak, and stuffs her face into his side. A muffled “I love you, too. I’m sorry,” eventually emerges.

“You’re sorry? For what?”

She turns her head a little. “For making you marry me. For roping you into Kuchiki family politics.”

He guffaws. “I was the one who told you gettin’ adopted was a good idea, all those years ago. And you shut up about our wedding, I loved our wedding. Fuck Ichigo and his dumb ideas, gettin’ married in secret and fucking over a bunch of nobles was awesome.”

“I liked it, too,” she says in a tiny little voice.

Renji sighs. “Speaking of Ichigo, though… I guess it’s probably about time I go apologize to him, huh?”

“Why is he mad at you anyway?”

“He didn’t think I was doing a very good job of taking care of you. And I got mad at him back because he was right.”

“Do you have to go right now?”

Renji shakes his head, and tightens his arms around her. “Naw," he says. "He can wait. I’m busy right now.”

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