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munsster · 1 year

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I just rewatched 10 Things I Hate About You and can’t stop thinking about Billy x a reader who is similar to Kat (Idk if you’ve watched it, if not then just ignore this) but could you do any headcanons or anything for this?

10 things i hate about billy hargrove

A/N: i fuckin love this movie and i love miss kat stratford and her hot grungy bf

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader, 10 Things I Hate About You AU

Warnings: 10 things i hate about you AU, fluff, enemies to lovers, pet names (doll), fem!reader

the story the headcanons

dustin, lucas, and steve are 100% the ones trying to set billy up with you

at first it was dustin and lucas trying to befriend max

then realizing they’d have to distract her scary ass brother

“i heard he smokes 10 packs a day” + “didn’t he just get out of jail???” + “no way, all he did was break some guy’s leg” “dude, he’s gonna murder us” + “i heard he has a chainsaw collection. and it’s stored right next to his hunting knife collection” + “dude… he’s gonna murder us”

THEN realizing steve is acquainted with him

and, finally, realizing steve has other connections

like you, for instance

clever, stubborn, and most of all: distracting

turns out, you and billy already know each other!!!!!

also, turns out, you and billy already hate each other

like fr loathing, foaming at the mouth, seething sexually charged hatred

so when dustin bribes steve into bribing billy into dating you, it doesn’t go so well

(“you think i’m fuckin’ stupid, golden boy? there’s no chance in hell—” “actually, i think you’re a loser and… i have a debt to repay” “so you think $30 is gonna convince me to take some shrew on a date?” “fine, i’ll give you $50” “$100” “$75. and if it goes well *sigh* i’ll give u the $25” “one date?” “yup” “deal”)

so now he’s got 75 bucks in his pocket and a cigarette between his lips and his sights set on you

you’re right outside the music room perched on an amp with a stratocaster in your lap

and you KNOW this asshole stalks up to you and flicks your amp off WHILE YOU’RE PLAYING 🤬

oh and he lays it on thick, he is working for that extra $25

“hey, don’t i know you?” + “shit, you sit in front of me in history” + “sooooo… how ‘bout that mrs. click, huh—ow, jesus” + “play nice” + “so… you know any whitesnake?” + “c’mon, doll, how ‘bout you let me take you to a party friday night—lemme guess, not your scene, right?” + “what..? you want a drag?”

he is definitely being too nice to you

so you tell him to scram and he gets all defensive and oooooH he is fuming

dustin and lucas are watching from behind a tree or bush or something and they just *facepalm*

and max like BEGS steve to pay him more and steve is all like mumblegrumblebrbrbrb i already paid him

but steve gets PISSED at billy like “give me my money back if you’re not even gonna try”

and billy scoffs like “hey man, i’m tryna work a miracle. shit takes time”

then he finds your car in the lot after school, leaned against the driver’s side like

(“nice car. y’know, you can bum a ride with me anytime.” “as… radical as that sounds, i prefer riding in cars that don’t smell like smoke” “hey. the camaro’s a smoke-free zone, doll face. keepin’ it clean just for you” “bite me” “don’t have to tell me twice”)

at this point the three stooges—dustin, lucas, steve—and max decide to do a little digging

and actually????? you and billy are scarily alike

same music taste, hang out at the same places, hate the same people

it’s a wonder nobody thought of this sooner

so steve keeps giving billy advice like “she goes to that one really weird place with the loud music on thursdays so go and… try to look nice, alright?”

“are you sayin’ i don’t look nice, harrington?”

“NO. 😐” steve likes to rethink all of his life choices sometimes

anyways, billy goes, of course, and he spots you immediately

and you look hot

you’re dancing up by the stage, and even the bassist is making eyes at you

if he didn’t think you were a bitch, he probably would’ve bought you a drink by now

he’s also wearing a shit ton of cologne because he got nervous he prioritizes smelling good 🥰

and he looks down at the little piece of paper steve gave him and labeled ‘USE IN CASE OF EMERGENCY’, so he opens it and it says “say ‘can i have your number because i lost mine’ and then make a cool face, the ladies love that one”

jesus christ, harrington, how did you ever get laid

then you’re blowing past him in your miniskirt and boots headed for the bar, so he follows you and leans up next to you

(“you come here often?” “do you?” “you kidding? this is my favorite spot” “yeah, right. now, if you’d excuse me, should be getting back to my—” “aw, come on, doll, let me hang around. i’m good asshole repellent” “is that because like repels like?” “har har”)

despite your resistance, he’s right

this place is a breeding ground for weirdos, and you were actually kind of glad that billy stuck around

that and he didn’t dance with anyone else the whole night, even if he wasn’t exactly dancing with you either

he stayed close, but he knew he’d get chewed out if he touched you

it was nice to have—

a friend??? you’re not sure that’s what this is, but having someone is better than having to look out for yourself all of the time

and at the end of the night, he walked you to your car after realizing you were drinking water the whole night

“yunno, my offer for tomorrow night still stands.”

ah yes the party

and you get in your car like “good to know😶”

he’s about to walk away when you roll down the window and say “pick me up at 8”

ohhhh you better believe he’s smirking to himself the whole way home

billy calls max at lucas’s, telling her to ‘keep herself busy tmrw’ because he’d be gone

max hangs up and bolts to the living room to tell the three stooges (who have been joined by mike and robin):

“BILLY’S TAKING HER TO THE PARTY TOMORROW—YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?????” “moviE NIGHT AT STEVE’S HOUSE!!!!” “NO!” “YAYYYY”

anyways, this date-not-date has him all palms sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy

Nervous with a capital n

he pulls up, walks to the door (a first, he’s the honking type), knocks, and is pretty much floored when you open the door and slam it behind yourself

“oh hi.”

and you half smile like “oh hi”

and he is alarmingly close to you, but you are determined to keep your arms/body about half an inch from his chest while he just

blink blink

stares down at you

“are you… feeling okay?”

he SNAPS out of it

“feeling fine. let’s go” but he definitely had that glazed over, pale but also sweaty and feverish, lifeless flu-gaze just then

true to his word, his car actually smells…. kinda sweet

vanilla somethin-or-other. some kind of baked good. you can’t really place it all too well. pancakes?

DOESN’T MATTER 😟 were u really just thinking about how good his car smells???

embarrassing 😳 for u

all the while he is just about ready to implode while tripping along behind you into the loud ass party

you’re gorgeous

and lost immediately

you roll your eyes when a pretty cheerleader runs her fingers through the curly ends of his hair and coos his name sweetly

you’re out of sight when she plants a kiss on his cheek, and he unceremoniously shoves her away

he gets that treatment all night

people are suddenly obsessed with him?????? god 🙄

by the time he actually finds you again, it’s two hours later, and you’re watching cartoons in the living room in some guy’s lap leaning against him like—like ?? i dont know but GOD billy could die right there

you’re just giggling to yourself, suddenly tame and half-lidded and pressing yourself against some stranger in a dark room with a red solo cup in your hand

“alright, doll, time to wrap it up, it’s gettin’ late” “no it’s not. why do you care?” “cmon, i’m playing chaperone, let’s go” “nuh-uh—”

and then sideburns over here goes “think the lady can speak for herself, buster” and that’s pretty much billy’s last straw

it’s no secret he has a talent for physical altercations with assholes, so he manages you off the guy’s lap before yanking him up by the collar and laying him out on the floor

just wailing on him really, and you’re slurring out some curses to yourself, trying so hard not to watch but billy is undoubtedly stunning

even while yk beating some sicko up

“alright, let it go!” tommy shouts from the back of the crowd that inevitably formed when someone yelled fight “billy, come on”

and he uses his sleeve to wipe at his bloody nose before tilting his head back, grabbing your hand, and jetting out the back door

“the hell wh—just happened?????” …. you are three sheets to the wind i am afraid

“leave it. i—he was… dunno, you’re gonna be mad no matter what i do so”

and you stop on the sidewalk by his car, tugging his hand and impulsively—drunkenly, gently, coyly, with your lip between your teeth—reach for one of his loosely wound curls

“that guy was pretty weird anyway” your eyes go wide, and he chuckles

“let’s get you home”

“it’s like ten??????????”

“so you’ll be asleep by, what? eleven?”

“better race home then.”

you slump into the passenger’s seat with a—for lack of a better word—sauced smile

not all there, googly eyes, half drooling, it’s a sight

and when he glances at you, you’re staring back at him and it makes him nervous

he finally gets you tucked into bed, sitting next to you with a sigh

“you always get shitfaced at parties?”

“you always abandon your date at parties?”

“touché.”

and he just messes with your blankets, making sure you dont throw up on yourself while you’re still awake

“you’re bleeding. riiiiiiiight”—you poke his temple and he hisses—“there!”

“got it, dollface. thanks.”

“noo problemo, billy-o. heheh.”

he snickers and shakes his head, finally standing from the bed and flicking the lights off

“gonna be alright, sweetheart?” you nod “alright. i’m gonna trust you on this one”

and JUST as he turns to leave—

“billy?” 🥺

its sososo soft and he whips around like “YES!!”

and you pucker your lips

and GOD

as bad as he wants to, you’re too plastered for a goodnight kiss

and this night doesn’t exactly warrant one either

admittedly he had been a shithead

maybe next time

he pecks your cheek quickly before heading home

oh and now you’ve got a Grudge

you do not speak to him. you do not look at him. but try as you might, billy hargrove is really hard not to think about

not with the longing glances you catch him giving you or the way he tends to linger around wherever you are or the way he calls your name as you storm out of the gym

and then he FINALLY starts leaving you alone

no glances or shouting or longing

but homeroom, friday morning, one week after the incident (if you can really call it that)

*tap tap* “is this thing on”

over the loud speaker???? that’s definitely billy’s voice, and you have to laugh at the shrill screaming of the woman who takes care of attendance in the background

“good morning, hawkins high, this one goes out to someone i should have apologized to a week ago. hey,”—he doesn’t say your name, but your entire class swivels their heads to look at you—“if you’re listening, i’m sorry, about last week and i’d like to take you to prom if you’ll have me. and if this announcement isn’t convincing enough then…..”

everyone seems to hold their breath in anticipation of his next words

oh but what comes next is so much better than that

“without you…… there’s no change—”

he’s singing. he’s singing over the loud speaker to the entire school.

and your homeroom riots.

there’s howling and cackling and someone shouts “billy’s down bad!”

you cover your face but you cant hide that smile from a mile away

“my nights and days are gray”

he couldn’t have picked a more embarrassing song, and you’re relieved when the principal bursts in to the office

theres muffled shouting while billy tries to croak out the next line and then a manic “sorry, hawkins high, this is your principal. we formally apologize for the—”

“there’s no place for lovers in this world thanks to hard asses like you” billy grumbles from the background

then there’s a fumbling and an expletive and a short and high-pitched tone to signal the end of the announcement

you find billy at lunch, and his buddies hoot and holler when you grab his wrist and tug him away

“what the hell did you do that for”

“you”

“yeah i got that”

“well?”

“well what?”

and he gives you this look like he’s lying in wait for an answer

and you soften and let go of his wrist: “that was stupid”

“but you liked it” he shrugs

“yeah”

“so…… is that a yes?”

“yeah—just…. yeah, alright? but don’t do that again”

“i wont”

“promise?”

“i promise”

“thank you”

and his nose scrunches because before you can walk away, he catches you by the hand and taps his jaw and turns his head and you roll your eyes

“whatever”

but you kiss his cheek anyways

and then like ten minutes later, steve find him and slides him a fifty like “dude, that was solid, i cant believe you pulled it off”

but billy shakes his head and crumples the bill back into steves hand like

“nah, don’t need it”

and steve’s eyes r so wide like…… ogey…. what just happened

and then cut to saturday—prom—and billy is like FREAKING out, he did his hair all nice and spent the money steve’s been giving him on renting a tux and buying a corsage and boutonnière for the two of you

“ay, mallrat, here”—and he hands max a $20–“get lost for a couple hours, alright?”

“why?”

“‘m fucking busy—”

“with what? or… who?”

“get out”

dude max is doing a VICTORY DANCE on her way to lucas’ house because holy shit???? it worked??? and billy’s actually paying her for her freedom???? this is the life🤩

and billy knocks on your door, knowing he’s early as hell and over eager

what’s gotten into him. he doesn’t just do things like this. he doesn’t show up early or feel all tingly and actually pleasant. ever. for anything or anyone.

and god do you look beautiful. like youre glowing.

he opens the door for you and holds his breath when you pin his boutonnière on and holds your hand on the drive to the venue

“may i have this dance” he is putting the moves on

“you do know i’m your date, right?”

“doesn’t hurt to ask”

so you two dance together and then….

the slow dance 🥺

he holds you to his chest and PRAYS you don’t feel his heart beating wildly

it’s just. you look at him like he’s more than his reputation and more than the things he pretends to be, and he’s never received something as tender as that before.

and about an hour into the night, steve grooves over with a devious look on his face, butting in while you two dance together

“so this is what you spent all that money on? man, i would’ve given you more if i’d’ve known”

and billy’s eyes go wide because you’re SCOWLING at him like

“what money?”

“nothing, he’s—he doesn’t know what he’s talking about”

“billy? what money?”

and steve just backs away… 😟

“did he….. did he pay you to take me out?”

“no, that’s not—it’s not what it sounds like”

“yeah right. hope he paid you a shit ton, cause im a handful, right? god, i can’t believe this—i really hope he made this whole deal worth it to you.”

oh man……..

weeks go by

you brush him off and avoid him and sometimes don’t even show up to the classes you have together

but if only you knew

he feels so guilty and on edge and like he could punch steve in the face for being such a dickhead

then comes the final project in your shared english class

“can i present first?”

it’s you.

billy almost perks up until you look him in the eye and you do not look happy

“i hate the way you talk to me…”

(i’m not gonna rewrite miss stratfords iconic poem, but i will rewrite the first + last line for dramatic effect)

“but mostly, i hate the way i don’t hate you. not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all”

and you sit back in your seat, leaving billy feeling more dejected than before

he can’t help but look to his own little sister for help

“what are you, a sap?

“shut up, i need help”

“what’s in it for me?”

“i won’t say shit when you go over to your boyfriends house” he groans

“deal”

and he explains the whole thing and his shit luck and how he needs to get you back

“well how about special interests? maybe make up with concert tickets or a puppy or something—"

“got it. thank’s max” and he ruffles her hair and she whines about it but she’ll be fine

next day, you’re literally just walking to your car when you see a guitar leaned up against the door

and you 🫢

“surprise”

he comes up behind you, glancing over your shoulder when you grab for the teal mockingbird in utter silence

“how did you—wha—why did you—billy….”

“it’s alright, you can say thank you”

“you suck”

“i know”

and you look between him and the guitar with a grin “i love it”

“i know” and he sighs and pushes a hand thru his hair

“i never did it for the money. maybe at the beginning, but steve’s an idiot. i would’ve done it for free. you weren’t some thing to just conquer, and i shouldn’t have treated it like a game. i’m sorry, doll. and i’ll get it if you never forgive me. you can still keep the guitar”

he puts his hands in his pockets and looks away

but you just jab at his chest and grin like

“you can’t just do that, you know? and a guitar won’t make up for everything”

“yeah, i know, i know” he pulls something out of his pocket, mirroring your smile when he puts the small box into your hand

“that’s exactly why i came prepared with this”

“a ring?????? jesus christ”

“not one of those rings. its like… like a promise ring. but more like…. i promise not to be an asshole ever again.”

“i dunno billy, that’s a pretty big commitment for you”

“shut up. i’ll do it for you, dolly” oh and he’s cheeky with it, one hand on your hip and tilting his head to the side with a smirk

“oh and one more thing” he says, watching you slide the ring onto your middle finger

“mhm?” you blink up at him, but he’s gazing a little lower than the tip of your nose

he leans closer and closer, and you lean back against your car, lips parting as he smiles wife and kisses you hard

“been waiting to do that for a while now”

“well…….. what took you so long?”

masterlist

#oh to make billy hargrove nervous #villain steve era???#stranger things #x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #fluff #billy hargrove #10 things i hate about you #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove headcanon #headcanons #x fem!reader #billy hargrove x female reader #enemies to lovers

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bomboncito0 · 3 months

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⚠️The World Is Yours⚠️

Au:Somewhat Scarface Like F Reader.

⚠️Trigger Warning: a lot of fucked up shit if you know you know not to be glorified⚠️

A short story.

Living a life of terror back home and living a life of terror in twisted wonderland. You had no choice but to live this lifestyle. it's as if it was meant for you... You got stronger because others saw it in you to be like this they were making money and influence off of you. Shit you got yourself a very powerful partner who definitely wasn't using you or anything right?You were selling good stuff everywhere you had loyal people on your side.Though you lost your previous partner and half of your friends because of this dangerous lifestyle. Everyone respected you since you smoked a hoe who was talking mad shit about you and stealing yo stuff they were afraid of you and the empire you have built.

☆Flashback to the past one love☆

You remembered it like it was yesterday your first love, the man who onced "loved"you.

"I had no choice. I'm letting grim, and I starve! No job wants to hire me. Nobody wants to pay everyone is too cheap to give out a raise!" I shouted through the phone. "That's not the way to go!what yer doing is wrong!" Epel was angry as he shouted at you. "Your gonna get yourself fucking killed!!" He said. "No shit as if I haven't done this before!" I said. "Ya know what (y/n)! I'm not gonna deal with ya shit! Live your shitty life how ya want to live it I'm done with ya!!" Epel yelled one last time as he hung up.

Well shit damn I don't need him..!!

After a few weeks, let's just say Epel saw you walking down the hallways with Jade giving you both a scowl as he went on with rook who teased and accused him of being jealous...

Starting this shit with Jade by your side and with the help of Azul and Floyd.

Ya knew he could be using you and ready to fuck you over. You waited but he never did surprisingly...

"You understand that, yes?" Jade said said with a calm smile. "Yea, just uh." You looked at the thousands of thaumarks on the table as Jade looked at you."I don't know what to do with it!" I said we had plenty of food and paid all the debts now what to do with it!

"May I suggest you put in the safe hm?" Jade asked. "Ya sure sounds good," hosted a few soup kitchens and charities.

Jade was really helping you, and it made you feel suspicious. Yeah, he was interested in you before you had gotten with epel, but now he was more interested.

You had a lot of blood in your hands from rivals and snitches. Jade made sure to get rid of them.

"Hehe~Little shrimpys, those guppies won't be bothering you anymore!" Floyd giggled. "Thanks," I said, just layed on the couch, wondering about what would've happened if none of this was too happen.

"Now (y/n)! Shall I inform you that we'll be doing business for them?" Azul asked.

"Go for it," I said.

"Perfect" Azul said laughing wickedly as Jade looked down at you with a calm smile.

☆☆☆

"Is something the matter?" Jade asked me as he was doing his makeup at the vanity while I just lay there lazily."I wonder what it would be like if I hadn't been done all this shit what if I was still with epel..." I asked Jade turned around to looked at me he wasn't happy he had a frown "Don't be ridiculous you would've still been suffering and starving look at grim look at how happy he is." Jade said sternly as he crossed his arms. Would I still have my sanity? Would grim still have his sanity? Would all those people be alive even though none of them were good people...? Would I be happier with epel..? I remembered epel was upset he ripped his school uniform on accident and he didn't want Vil to scolded him over it so I did the best I could and fixed it while he was a at the spelldrive club also snuck some candy and snacks for him...

"(Y/n) the world is yours are you not grateful for everything I've done for you?" Jade asked you as he was looking at you disappointed...

"I'm grateful to have you by my side..." I said as he smiles and turns around to face the vanity his emotionless eye's were almost filled with insanity and anger at your silly questions.

You were miserable and more anti social forcefully making yourself talk to those who wished to work with you and help you! those from college who wanted to work with you because surprisingly Azul and Jade had convinced them... to and it made you sick only giving them easy job's.

It all crashed your mental state to ground...as the money and bodies and everything piled...

Jade hosted a dinner party you felt miserable and excused yourself to the restroom as everyone laughed and enjoyed themselves.

Locking yourself in the bathroom and looking in the bathroom. "This ain't what I wanted! All I wanted was to survive, but nobody wanted to hire me. Nobody wanted to give a raise. I had a shift at the mines worked for crowley, and it wasn't enough!!" I was a pig a dirty pig shit that's disrespectful to pigs. They turned it into something bigger and more evil!!! I didn't want to live anymore is this how they planned to get rid of me!?

I can't take it anymore! I didn't want this shit! A bullet to the should take me out faster I can't stand it! I did what I promised myself not to do again so long ago, and I did it again!!

☆☆☆

Blood dripped onto the bathroom floor as the blood made it's way underneath the floor bleeding on the expensive cream carpet.

How devastating was it for Grim and your "beloved Jade" to have found you.

Leaving half of your wealth to Jade and Grim... but giving it all to epel and a proper apology.

#twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #bomboncito0 #yandere jade leech #yandere jade x reader #jade leech x reader #epel felmier x reader

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fritextramole · 1 month

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in my dreams, i have a plan

part 1 of a Jenny Humphrey playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Money, Money, Money ~ ABBA

Money, money, money Must be funny In the rich man's world Money, money, money Always sunny In the rich man's world

Ordinary Superstar ~ Rina Sawayama

Girl on the screen lookin' mean I never woulda guessed that we'd be friends Oh, but you don't want to be seen With me

Adult Diversion ~ Alvvays

One more cocktail Is it a good time? Or is it highly inappropriate?

jealousy, jealousy ~ Olivia Rodrigo

All I see is what I should be Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy All I see is what I should be I'm losing it, all I get's, jealousy, jealousy

Cool ~ Soccer Mommy

She’ll treat you like a fucking toy She’ll break your heart and steal your joy, like a criminal

Dreaming of You ~ The Coral

When I’m down and my hands are tied I cannot reach a pen for me to draw the line From this pain I just can’t disguise It’s gonna hurt but I’ll have to say goodbye

Self Esteem ~ The Offspring

Well, I guess I should stick up for myself But I really think it's better this way The more you suffer The more it shows you really care Right? Yeah

Brick by Boring Brick ~ Paramore

Well, you built up a world of magic Because your real life is tragic

Seashore ~ The Regrettes

You're talkin' to me like a child But my words are growin' stronger And my legs keep gettin' longer I'm like nobody else, so you can just go fuck yourself

I'm Free ~ King Tuff

Late at night, the light turns to blue I wonder if you're out there thinking of me too Have you ever thought you might not be what you believe? You might be something different, you might be free

Jigsaw

Killin' parts of myself to fit you Clear as shit I was not the issue If I made you like me, would I even like myself? Pointin' out all my flaws doesn't help Why don't you love me? Don't you love me?

Oh No! ~ MARINA

I know exactly what I want and who I want to be I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy Oh! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no, oh!

You're Gonna Go Far, Kid ~ The Offspring

There's something in your way and now someone is gonna pay And if you can't get what you want, well, it's all because of me

Soap ~ Melanie Martinez

Darling, you're just soaking in it But I know you'll get out the minute You notice all your fingers pruning up

Arms Tonite ~ Mother Mother

I try to escape afterlife I try hard to get back inside your arms alive

Miss Nothing ~ The Pretty Reckless

And as I watch you disappear into the ground My one mistake was that I couldn't let you down So I'll waste my time and I'll burn my mind On miss nothing, miss everything

Supermassive Black Hole ~ Muse

I thought I was a fool for no one Oh baby, I'm a fool for you You're the queen of the superficial And how long before you tell the truth?

Power & Control ~ MARINA

A human vulnerability Doesn't mean that I am weak That I am weak, I am weak I am weak, I am weak, weak Weak, weak, weak, weak

Hotel California ~ Eagles

Mirrors on the ceiling The pink champagne on ice And she said, 'We are all just prisoners here Of our own device"

South Elroy ~ Maya Hawke

Focused on the trouble each nightfall You swallowed bubbles, made me beg for a biteful Give me your hand and moved it inside me Smirk, what a jerk, good and plenty

Make Me Wanna Die ~ The Pretty Reckless

Take me, I'm alive Never was a girl with a wicked mind But everything looks better when the sun goes down

Playing God ~ Paramore

If God's the game that you're playing Well, we must get more acquainted Because it has to be so lonely To be the only one who's holy

Full Control ~ Snail Mail

And in full control I'm not lost Even when it's love Even when it's not Even when it's love Even when it's love Even when it's love Even though it's not

David ~ Noah Gundersen

I try to wash my hands for you every night Lest you find my strangling fingers wrapped around tight

Pity Party ~ Melanie Martinez

Tell me why the hell no one is here Tell me what to do to make it all feel better

Sober II (Melodrama) ~ Lorde

All the glamour and the trauma And the fuckin' melodrama, whoa, whoa

Troublemaker Doppelgänger ~ Lucy Dacus

Was it that girl, that beautiful girl Thirsty for love and eager for attention Was it that girl who taught me about destruction?

#gg #ggplaylists #jenny humphrey #gossip girl #source: senamarais

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stannyramirez · 5 months

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𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐞, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

“I need some salves and shit for intense body beatings!” “Look, my husband got the living shit beat out of him and it’s all my fault!” “Help me take his pain away, pronto!” “You’re a fucking idiot. That’s what you are.” “This ain’t fucking Jurassic Park.” “I am so embarrassed for you because I am a professional martial artist.” “Come on. Let’s just you and me hang.” “Well, you know I love a sibs-free hang sesh.” “I’ll rip your asshole out and eat it and kill you!” “Get this pillowcase off my fucking face!” “These fucking animals snatched me straight out my whip!” “I figured out the part about the cousins being involved, maybe you can find some fucking clues, too.” “Let me guess, you were sitting there quitting, giving up.” “I am in no mind space to be teased right now.” “We have been kidnapped, you fucking bitches!” “Puke on yourself and eat it, please.” “Is that you in here screaming like a bitch?” “Well, we’re going to ransom you to your daddy for money.” “You deserve this life, dude!” “I can’t see you, but I can smell ya.” “Why don’t you laugh in my face, you motherfucker?” “It’s not funny to do jokes like that.” “And how can I help you on this blessed day?” “You ruined my life. You didn’t think I was gonna make you pay?” “Five million a head.” “You must think I’m fucking stupid.” “I sure do think you’re stupid, but what does that have to do with anything?” “Oh, no. You got your facts mixed up.” “You’re a self-righteous asshole.” “It’s filthy as fuck in here.” “Chicken doo-doo is getting all ground into my fuckin’ seduction dress!” “How can you eat in this dirty-ass heat?” “When that door opens and the little one walks in, I’m gonna slay him, cut his fuckin’ face off, and wear it as a mask.” “Sounds insane and not doable.”

“Serves you right, trying to argue with me.” “You know, literally, that is the thing that pisses me off the most about you. Every single time I suggest anything, you’re so eager to just jump down my throat, punch holes in my shit.” “Homeboy, like you’re not trying to always argue with me.” “You’re constantly acting like I’m gonna mess everything up.” “You do mess everything up.” “I will fucking kill you!” “I demand to be held captive in a private silo right now! ...Please!” “I wondered what that was, but I thought it rude to ask.” “Stop crying! Ain’t nobody gonna ransom you!” “That’s a good job with the voodoo dolls.” “Please, let me help. I’ll sacrifice my life and my body if need be.” “We’re gonna get more money than we know what to do with!” “I mean normally, yeah, I could, but you know, I am malnourished right now.” “Wanna see this? Freak athleticisms?” “Just do it. What’s wrong with you?” “Boy, your daddy didn’t leave you with much, did he?” “Your daddy threw money at you instead of raising you right.” “Fear of God is the best chance you got.” “If you don’t have the stomach for it, hell, I’ll do it.” “I don’t mind killin’. It ain’t nothin’ but a thing.” “Do your dumps, boy!” “He thinks that I don’t have it in me to hurt you.” “You don’t run nothing but your mouth.” “He chafes real bad, and a burnt rectal from cheap TP could make him very despondent.” “I bet no one’s gonna miss me.” “I don’t want my kids to be one of those kids that loses a parent like somebody in a fucking Disney movie.” “I don’t want my sons to be Bambis.” “I never want to be treated any differently than you guys just ‘cause I’m a lady.” “He ain’t following any sort of rules about ladies and mens.” “Kill the biggest one ‘cause he’s tough to handle.” “I know I get on your nerves, always riding you and shit. It’s just because I feel like somebody needs to make sure everything’s gonna turn out okay.” “You do get on my nerves, but if you get murdered, I promise to try and avenge you.” “Make sure that my wife and kids have a good life, watch after ‘em?” “Yeah, I feel like your kids are old enough to take care of themselves.” “I’m just gonna go into beast mode and start biting faces and dicks.” “If I die, please don’t remember me that way.” “Oh, god. Oh, shit. This is happening.” “I came all this way to bust you out of here.” “I’m sure that little dick would love to see me murdered.” “I mean, he might not mind you dead, but he wouldn’t want to see it happen.” “Did you call your mama and tattletale on us?” “Your brother there, he’s a big dope.” “You try stopping me, I’ll put another hole in your face.” “Kin don’t mean nothing.” “Family’ll turn on you on a dime. You gotta treat ‘em like you treat anybody else.” “Get the fuck out of the car.”

#sentence meme #rp meme #inbox meme #ask meme #meme #the righteous gemstones #vvmemes

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miupow · 3 months

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It was a beautiful sunny autumn day but the energy of humanity didn’t match

Today, is the day where the people celebrate mourn the death of a rich mobster. Most didn’t know he was one, but he was a well loved man by many, so he was missed by many.

Beomgyu and his wife sat mysteriously in the shadows, the speech at his funeral going in one ear, and immediately coming out the other. They hated that man, but they still attended. Not to pay respects, to make sure he was dead.

Beomgyu tried his best not to smile, ain’t nothing to smile about at a funeral. But he can’t help but feel a sense of joy seeing his enemies dropping like flies

The couple was mysterious and silent the whole funeral service, deciding to save their shit-talking for the repass that took place outside the building.

“Murdered. Just pathetic,” Beomgyu rasped out “died to someone bashing his skull. Just embarrassing.”

“They didn’t even find out what killed him. They believed it was probably a club or something…but they didn’t find any weapon” His wife then spoke

“To be honest I’m focusing less on WHAT killed him, i’m more focused on WHO killed him. Whoever did it was clever, but if it wasn’t you or me then who? He didn’t have any enemies except for us.”

“Who knows….” She then started slurring and dragging her words “…maybe it was his wife that killed him if it wasn’t you or me”

Beomgyu, confused, took off his sunglasses and shifted his eyes towards the widow. The young beautiful woman, mourning the death of her husband, but was secretly smiling knowing that she now owns her late husbands money, and eyeing other men (and women) hoping to not be single for long. She wasn’t hiding it well, well to Beomgyu she wasn’t.

“Hm…what makes you think it’s her?” He then questioned his wife’s accusation

“Why wouldn’t it be? If anyone knows the dirt behind him besides me, it’s her.”

“Oh?” Beomgyu then became intrigued “You never told me any of this before? What more dirt does he have to him? I only know his failure to complete the deal we made and him trying to kill me.”

His wife then pulled him further away from others, and just to be safer she whispered the dirt behind the dead man. All the fraud, all the murder, all the cheating, the corruption. Every crime you could imagine under the belt of the corpse. Beomgyu couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he wasn’t surprised.

“All that money he has he easily covered his shit up. And why do you think were his only enemies? Because we’re the only ones to still be alive.” His wife then finished her small rant

Going back to the repass, it took everything in Beomgyu to not go back to the funeral home and kick the coffin, or illegally cremate him when no one was looking. He may have been a mob boss, but what his enemy did was more than just being a mobster, he was a man that should’ve be seen for his crimes.

“I heard a few years ago his wife had an affair too. To get him back for him cheating on her.” She brought her up again

“Hm, I wonder if the one she slept with attended. That would be hilarious” He replied holding back his laughter

She then giggled and quickly tugged his sleeve and rasped something shocking to him, something he thought he would never hear, something that nobody else should be hearing.

“Baby, why do you think I know so much?”

-🧚‍♀️

omg i see what you mean by making it gay 😭😭😭 BISEXUALS PLEASE RISE FOR THE NATIONAL ANTHEM

stunning. brilliant. unique. spectacular. outstanding. 🧚‍♀️ anon im gonna kiss you on the mouth. i want mc even more than i want beomgyu tbh

#lia.talks #lia.loveletters 💌#i love my 🧚‍♀️ anon #📥: 🧚‍♀️ anon!#txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #lia’s hard hours 🔥#beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu hard hours #nightly.nsfw #nightly.beomie

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sleepless-writes · 1 year

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Kitty Gang (Part 1)

Pairing: Agust D x Reader, Baby J x Reader

Genre: Cyber Punk Au, Unrequited love, f2l

Warnings: Swear Words

Words: 1.505

Note: Hi, this is the first part of my first fic. I really apologize for any spelling errors, but English is not my first language. If you find some mistakes please let me know. Thanks for reading! :)

It's been a while since I became a part of the (not really well-known) Kitty Gang. Baby J told me the gang had six members and their boss Hope. He was an influential businessman who makes his money with shady gangs just like the Kitty Gang. We don’t know a lot about his business but Baby J is sure that some of the greatest gangs work for him and that’s an honor to be a part of his „company“. I moved in with Baby J about a month ago because I had no safe place to stay after the dude I worked for was pissed at me and wanted me to pay for almost getting caught at a job I did for him. It didn’t sit well with him and he wanted a shit ton of money or my head for losing his cash. He said it’s my decision what to give him but, to be honest, I’m not too sure about that.

Baby J took me under his wing and introduced me to his roommate Agust D. He was a part of the Kitty Gang as well and he sells drugs that RM a pharmacist and also a Kitty Gang member cooks for him as a side job. Agust doesn’t talk much but he looks annoyed most of the time. Baby J said, that is just the way he is and I am fine with that. He is really quiet and I know his real name is Yoongi because Baby J called him like that a few times before. Some nights when he comes back home from his work we chill on the couch together. I’m awake most of the nights. I can’t sleep well. I never could. And as I said, he doesn’t talk much but the silence is never awkward. Actually, it’s really calming and I can fall asleep better while watching tv with him next to me. He is quiet.

Baby J isn’t. Sure he is charming but boy he has too much energy. He could talk about all the plans he has the whole day. But I wonder sometimes if he actually believes what he says about making the big money and living carelessly or if it's just comforting to him. I personally think that we’ll be dead in the next five years. Nobody’s life is long in Nightlife City. One big difference between the two boys is, that Agust brings no people to have sex with home. Baby J shares his bed frequently. I couldn’t stand the noise anymore and I also spent too much time wondering how it would feel to be underneath him, so I had to spend my last money on noise-canceling headphones. Agust already has a well-working pair and he recommended me some as well.

That brings us to this rainy day in early spring but seasons don’t really matter in Nightlife City. The tall buildings swallow the colors and it always feels like there is not enough air for all the people living here. Sometimes I can’t even tell if it’s night or day because the sky is so far away and down here the darkness never seems to fade. I can’t remember if it always felt like that but especially today my head felt like the foggy weather outside and the grey sky. I was awake the whole night to gather information for our next job for Hope. It was something about a nightclub he put a lot of money into but he never got it back. It’s always about the money, how exhausting. Dawn wasn’t far but I couldn’t stop. I was too afraid of making a mistake again and the Kitty Gang feels like my last straw before drowning. The work consumed me whole at this point but I knew I needed some rest. Couldn’t look at this stupid screen anymore. When I rested my eyes for a little I looked out of the window and the night wasn’t that dark anymore. More voices could be heard on the streets down below and I wondered where Agust was. He normally is at home around that time and I really need some of his calming aura to fall asleep. It was almost a habit at this point. He sitting on the right end of the couch, looking for something to watch while I curl myself into a ball on the left side and fall asleep slowly. Is it selfish or am I worried? I only know for a fact that I am fucking sleepy. I thought about Agust for a while and decided that it was concerning so I called JK, the bouncer he takes with him sometimes. I swear this boy has a face like an angel but he is fucking strong. I heard he does some underground boxing too. That's kind of cool. I secretly hope to watch him someday. His abs are hot and his smile is unbeatable. Focus Y/N.

The phone rang a few times then JK picked up. „Hi JK it’s me, is Agust with you?“ „Y/N! Sorry I’m still at work. I didn’t see him today. You could ask V.“ „Sure…thanks.“ „Hey, how are you?“ „Sleepy. I'm preparing the information for our next job. That’s why I need Agust. I want to sleep.“ „Okay…well…I let him know if he comes around but I have to go now.“ „Bye Jk.“

I threw my phone on my desk and felt even more frustrated than before. He was probably out drinking whit V or Jin but what should I do. Maybe going for a walk could help, but I hate people and I’m sure everyone is drunk on a Saturday night. Too dangerous. Maybe I could do some workouts or meditation. I almost laughed, almost. Maybe I could…

A few moments later I stood in front of Baby Js room. It was a stupid idea. There was no way that he was awake, he came home at 4 in the morning. He was a little drunk and a little high and the only time he isn’t Prince Charming is if he gets woken up. Still, I need sleep to continue my work later. He would understand, I tried to convince myself. I knocked. „Baby J, are you awake?“ I asked into the darkness of the room after not getting a reaction I just opened the door. I must be crazy. I heard a muffled sound and some ruffling where his bed was located. He had his heavy curtains closed and no city lights nor the upcoming daylight could shine through. „What is it, princess? Is the apartment on fire?“ „No, but…“ „You know this is the only reason to wake me up after my Saturday shift.“ „I know, but listen, please. I can’t sleep and I’m feeling frustrated and normally Agust helps me with that but he isn’t here and I can’t work anymore and…“ „Okay okay, stop it. How is he helping you?“ „He just… he is just next to me I guess.“ „Fine. I knew his boring personality was good for one thing.“ Baby J switched his night lamp on and I saw him putting his blankets up for me to get underneath it. I was a little taken aback cause I never thought he would do that. For me. He didn’t bother to open his eyes but he was drowsy from sleep. His puffy lips formed a pout and I really wanted to press my… „Let's go, Love.“ He now looked at me with a waiting look, so I got myself moving. And as fast as I was under the cover as fast I fell asleep and I could smell him, it was a sweet flowery scent mixed with strong alcohol. After a second of adjusting he put his arm around my body and suddenly I was not cold anymore. I prayed to all the gods and spirits that he couldn’t hear my heart beating faster than it should. I wasn’t used to physical contact and I tried to tell myself that I don’t like it at all. What a lie, our bodies were fitting perfectly together and I loved the comforting feeling of his nose brushing against my neck. I tried to get even closer and accidentally pressed my butt against his length. He chuckled quietly. „Sleep now, princess. I need you well rested.“ That was all I needed and I was gone.

Agust D came home about 50 minutes later. He was covered in blood and he had a piece of fabric pressed against his right eye. He slammed a knife and his freshly earned money on the table in front of the couch but struggled with keeping himself on his feet. He put the fabric away from his eye but it was still bleeding. „Fuck that.“ Was all he could say before he sat on the couch. A sharp pain shoot through his body but he knew he couldn’t even afford to think about going to the hospital. „Y/N…“ he mumbled. Then he passed out.

#bts fic #agust d #min yoongi #baby j #park jimin #agust d x reader #yoongi x reader #jimin x reader #yoongi f2l #kitty gang #cyberpunk au #bts x reader

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queers-gambit · 2 years

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Hello my darling Cherry!

I do hope you are doing well, and if I saw correctly, your birthday just passed recently so a very happy birthday to you darling!! Hugs and kisses!! 🖤🖤

Might I request a prompt, cause Im a sucker for some good old fashioned angst, lets go with 104 "why couldn't you love me?" As for the character.. gotta go with my fellow Slytherin, Draco Malfoy.

Take your time, as Im sure you have plenty of requests to get through first!

Xoxoxo 🖤

hi my sweetness!! thank you for the well wishes, i am sending you lots of forehead kisses! angst comin' at'cha, doll 😉 i MIGHT be biased, but Slytherin's definitely do it better 😉🖤 (tbh i'm kinda ignoring all responsibilities b/c i think these small blurbs are fun)

War of the Hearts

prompt 104: "why couldn't you love me?"

pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!reader fandom: Harry Potter word count: 3k warnings: small angst, ambiguous ending, no comfort?, small cursing!! Slytherin reader!!

You know that awkward phase between childhood and adulthood? Where you're sometimes considered 'too young' for certain shit, but then also 'too old' for other shit? It's that in-between phase where nothing makes sense, yet you're expected to figure out what you want to do for the rest of your life. That place where love begins, and often ends; where education is your entire life, you've no honest idea how to handle money, and nothing seems fair. That place where you hate remaining and want to fast forward through, and yet, wish to return back to when you're older and life proves much harder.

These are the years you discover what you like, what you don't like; where you determine for yourself what's right and wrong; where you have to start thinking outside of the boxes; the years you figure 'I have my whole life for this', but feel the crushing pressure of society.

These are the formative years, 'the time of your life'.

Yet nobody bothered to warn you about the gut wrenching pain you'd feel when you fell in love with someone you shouldn't have. Yet all of those Muggle romance novels filled your head (and heart) with nonsense about if you stayed loyal, he'd love you back. That if you remained attentive, he'd see you for who you are. That if you proved to him that you were worth loving, he would...

Yet, Draco Malfoy couldn't love anyone more than himself.

It wasn't always like this: where you two dodge around corners to avoid each other, sit on opposite ends of the Great Hall's table, how you refused to sit at any table with him during classes.

You actually used to be joined at the hip. Being best mates often did that to people - just look at Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger.

Where Pansy Parkinson followed Draco Malfoy around like a lost puppy, praying for scraps of spare food, Draco actually sought your friendship - much to Pansy's chagrin. He liked to take meals together; he liked sitting by the Black Lake while you read. He liked watching you study, because your nose would scrunch up in concentration and he found the quirk endearing.

You thought that MAYBE life wouldn't be cruel when you admitted your feelings - but Holy Merlin, were you wrong.

It was like any other Tuesday, and you were relieved of your Care of Magical Creatures lesson after Hagrid, the Games Keeper and CoMC professor, accidentally crushed two Bowtruckles - and insisted on paying his respects by hosting a funeral.

Plus he had to soothe the remaining Bowtruckles, who were outraged by the murders.

It allowed the Slytherin and Gryffindor Houses to wonder about their business until later classes, and Draco was quick to snag you away towards the Black Lake.

"Complete oaf of a man," Draco grumbled, dropping to the grass at the base of a thick tree. "What a waste of time, that class."

"He's not that bad," you defended Hagrid - finding the man closer to a gentle giant than anything. When Draco's sneer turned to you, you amended, "C'mon, how sane in the head would you be with a job like that, hey? Man likes dragons more than people."

Draco snickered, "You might have a point there. Think I'd blow my lid working that job. Good things we're destined for more, right?"

"Sure," you chuckled. "Besides, it's not so bad when he lets us out for the rest of the afternoon," you shrugged lightly, pulling out your potions textbook to prepare for your afternoon lesson.

"Must you do that?"

"Do what?"

"We were let out for the afternoon, and you're still studying? We've not even had potions yet!"

Your shoulders heaved again, "So? No such thing as being too prepared. Besides, I didn't do too well last lesson, I want to do better. Knowing the recipe is gonna help me better."

Malfoy quickly snatched your book from your lap, offering an annoyed look. "You'll be studying all evening, too. Maybe you could spare your best mate a few moments of time?"

You sighed lightly, "You literally always have my attention, you child. Maybe I could focus on school?"

"And what? Miss this beautiful day?" His brow perked as he smirked lightly. "We could instead talk about what you want for your birthday."

"Oh, no, no, nothing. I don't want anything, you know I don't fancy my birthday."

"And you know I never listen," he teased. "C'mon, Mother sent me an early allowance, said I should get you something on our next Hogsmeade trip."

Narcissa, for being a stoic, icy woman, was decently kind to you. Perhaps it was your pure blood status, maybe it was your outstanding marks during your OWLs. Whatever it was, you were grateful she had finally warmed up to you - and now, she was sending Draco money? For your birthday present?

That was a kindness you were not akin to.

"I'll let you restock my chocolate supply," You relented gently, leaning back on the tree trunk. Draco grunted lightly as he readjusted, lowering his head to your lap - like usual - and allowing your manicured nails to rake through his hair. You remembered the days he styled it slicked back, hair a bit crunchy to touch. He abandoned the style and opted to grow his hair out a bit, letting the lock hang loosely and soft.

"Deal," he sighed lightly. "You've any idea what you're doing for the holidays, then? Won't be long now, hey?"

"Not yet," you spoke softer, knowing returning home was going to be near impossible since your parents had sent word they're staying with your aunt - in Canada.

"Wanna come home to mine?" He asked.

"You sure?"

"Yeah," he sighed again, eyes closed under the warm, last-days-of-summer sun. "Things are a little more bearable with you around."

Your cheeks felt warm suddenly, clearing your throat, "Um, yeah, sure, put me down as a definite maybe - but I'll have to check back home."

"Course," he agreed.

It was quiet for a few minutes, your nails scratching over his scalp; then you're feeling this overwhelming urge to be honest.

"Hey, Draco...?"

"Hmm?"

"You ever give any thought into... Dating?"

This made his eyes open and a smirk to pull across his lips, "Oh, my Merlin - you've a crush on someone?" He sat up swiftly, "Why didn't you tell me? Who is it? It's gotta be a Slytherin, right?"

You felt nervous suddenly, "Well, I mean, I wasn't gonna say anything, I was just wondering if you ever - I don't know - put thought into it. Like, if anyone was on your radar..."

"Someone's on yours," he smirked. "C'mon, what're you on about? Do you need advise? Do you want me to say something to this guy? Or is it a girl - I'm not here to judge you."

"N-No, it's a guy," you nodded sheepishly. "Okay, so, maybe I do need advice. What's... What's the best way to go about admitting my feelings? I don't want to overwhelm him, or run him off..."

Draco nodded, "Well, I think being honest is a great start. Look, honestly? There's never going to be a perfect moment, so, you've gotta create one on your own. Just take control of the situation."

You nodded, nerves skyrocketing to shatter the glass ceiling, "Um... Draco?"

"Yeah, sunshine?"

Your eyes slowly filled with tears as your head cocked, and you spoke with meaning, "Draco..."

"Hmm?" He paused, eyes scanning all across your face. Then, realization marred his features, forcing him to mutter, "Wait... No..."

This time, your shoulders shrugged weakly, "Yeah."

"No - you're talking about me?" You nodded mutely, feeling your throat constrict at the look of disbelief (and not relief or excitement) on his face. "You can't be," he begged.

"Why not? 'S that hard to think?" You tried to play off by laughing humorlessly at yourself.

"I didn't say that," he frowned. "But you just - you can't."

"Why can't I? I'm a girl, yeah? I can have feelings."

"It's not that, I know you can, but-but - we can't. Okay? You can't like me, or whatever, w-we can't work. No. No..."

"Draco," you begged when he stood up, making you sit up when he stood. "Wait - where are you going!?"

"I'm sorry," his head shook, eyes refusing to meet yours now. "I'm sorry, but I can't. Don't worry about Christmas. I-I'll talk to you later."

He rushed off, feet trodding over the slowly-drying grass; leaving you in honest disbelief about what you did wrong. But fear and insecurity clouded your mind, making you retreat to your dorm for the rest of the evening. You didn't bother with potions class, nor with dinner; choosing to pull the curtains of your four-poster bed, and plunge into a depressing darkness.

For weeks, you avoided Draco like the plague - and in turn, he refused to be within a few feet of you. And yes, the entire school took note - or that's how it felt. Like everyone's eyes were burning into you when you walked by yourself somewhere; worked with a few lone Ravenclaws in Herbology; or even took a meal towards the end of the Slytherin table in the Great Hall.

It was painful to endure, but your classes offered as a distinct distraction, you found your days passing uneventfully; thankfully they weren't dragging on, and on, and on, and on, like before.

The cold weather sunk into the air and started to darken the skies. Moisture was frozen in its place. Life dredged on without you, and yet, there wasn't a single care to be given since life felt uneasy without your best friend at your side.

Anxiety drug your stomach lower to your feet as the days grew shorter, darker; days growing weary with the festering of evil once again brewing in the countryside. Dark wizards were popping up more and more, leaving most to cower in their wake; but for some brave souls to take a stand.

Your family was purebred, yes - but had originally lived in Ireland, and could avoid the darkness circulating around England during the first War. After You-Know-Who had been vanquished the first time, your parents figured it was safe enough to move to London - where your father accepted a Ministry job - and brought you with them. Few years later, you're receiving your Hogwarts letter, and then rumors of the Dark Lord returning pushed everyone on edge, but after his return officially in your Fourth Year, your parents are gathering their belongings and leaving Great Britain for good.

Canada seemed safe, so, to Canada they went.

You refused to flee with them.

You were immersed in your studies at Hogwarts, and this was the only summer you technically needed to worry over since next year, you'd be graduating, and hopefully earning employment that would allow you to seek a new, affordable home.

And now? You just worried about the loss of your best friend.

It felt detrimental.

Your life felt like it was teetering on the edge of a wand, just waiting for someone to push you one of which ways. Either you'd be okay, or you'd crumble under the weight.

However, you were unprepared to run into Draco some few weeks after Christmas, finding him (more) pale, sweaty, and thinner than usual - like he'd not eaten a proper meal since before the holidays.

And he looked frazzled, as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't've. You were on your way back from the library, Madam Pince needing to literally chase you out, and Draco was coming out of the main corridor.

Where was he coming from at this hour? You had no idea - because it wasn't your place to know.

Clearing your throat, your eyes adverted to the ground, muttering a quick, "Excuse me."

"Wait," Draco reached for your wrist, forcing you to halt your escape in earnest confusion.

"What, Malfoy?"

"Oh, it's Malfoy now, is it?"

You huffed, "What do you want? I don't fancy bein' caught outside the common room after hours."

"What're you doing out, anyways?"

You eyed him with skepticism, "Would you want me asking you the same?"

Draco nodded stiffly, "Guess not. C'mon."

He moved ahead of you, leading down into the dungeons; temperature dropping in a strange, soothing sensation across your skin. Reaching the barren wall of stone, Draco muttered the password that revealed the common room's door; allowing us passage inward, to discover only a few Seventh Years left studying by the firelight.

"Well," you cleared your throat awkwardly, "um, right, yeah, goodnight."

"Wait," he sighed tiredly, turning to face you in haste. "C-Can we talk?"

"About what?"

"About why things suck so much between us right now," he frowned.

"Guess that's my fault, hey?"

"Well, maybe if you'd allow a conversation, you'd understand better..."

You nodded mutely, gesturing Draco forward. He lead you to the gathering of soft sofas, keeping you both semi-private as he sat beside you; watching you stare off to one of the many green-flame torches lining the interior of the common room.

"What is it, Draco?" You whispered. "'M tired, just wanna go to bed."

"Right," he sighed, leaning his elbows to his knees. "Listen... I just need you to know, that you're my best mate..."

"I know."

"And you mean the world to me."

"Yeah?"

"Of course - "

"Then why couldn't you love me?"

It was quiet; Draco's red-tinged eyes turning darker, glassier; indicating he was holding back tears. His lips rolled in-between his teeth, weighing his words.

"Because I can't be who you need."

"You ever pause and consider, you were already what I needed? Or that I didn't need anything more than what you were already giving me?"

It was quiet again, Draco mulling words over in his head. He sighed before speaking again, "You're too good for someone like me."

"The bloody hell is that supposed... To..." You caught sight of the tips of inking on his forearm, "Mean... Draco?" You reached for his wrist, trying to pull his robe sleeve up, but he was much quicker in yanking it away. "Draco - let me see your arm. Now."

"No."

"No?" You scoffed, narrowing your eyes. "What's there, Draco?"

"Nothing of your concern - "

"I'd beg to differ," you sneered with a harsh and heavy glare.

"Leave it."

"Show me."

"No."

"Then don't assume to speak to me again," you glared, pushing off the velvet sofa.

"Wait - "

"Tell me the truth," you sneered, rounding on him in anger, "did you think you could keep that a secret from me?"

Draco swallowed thickly, "I thought I could evade you longer."

You scoffed, "Yet, you cornered me. Saying you wanted to talk. Yet the only thing I got from this conversation was bloody frustration. So, say what you need, I'm sick of this already."

Draco shook his head, "I never wanted to hurt you, and... I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" You repeated with venom. "About what - ?"

"Leading you on, making you think something was there when it wasn't," Draco rambled as he listed, "keeping secrets, and storming off the way I did. I didn't want to hurt you - so, I'm sorry for that, too."

You huffed, shaking your head, "You pushed me into admitting my feelings, and then left me there. Do better, Draco."

"I can't," he whispered. "This apology is all I can offer you, because after this, we can't..." He trailed off as if the words died on his tongue. Like his throat was being constricted beyond comfort. "We can't speak again, sunshine. It's... It's for your protection."

"Against what? Your new crew?" You tossed your chin to indicate the tattoo marring his forearm's skin.

"Yes," he breathed. "If I do anything right, it'll be keeping you safe. And that, sunshine, is why I can't love you. I'm not who you need, I'm not someone who deserves someone like you. I can't... I can't love you, because it's not good for either of us. So, understand that I'm trying to keep you safe, and know that you were my greatest friend - "

"Oh, give me a break!" You snapped at him, glaring at the boy still sat against green velvet.

"It's the truth!"

"What a load, Draco! You're, what? Protecting me?"

"Yes!"

"Bullshit - years of friendship, for what? To be thrown out? Because my Mummy and Daddy won't fight with a madman?"

"Keep your voice down," Draco raged, standing to his feet to go toe-to-toe with you. "You don't know what you're saying, but you need to understand that I'm doing this for you. So, if you know what's good for you, you'll stay away from me."

You scoffed, "Easily done."

His head shook, "You're not going to forgive me, are you?"

"There's nothing to forgive," you assured as softly as you could, feeling emotion clawing at your throat. "You did no wrong, hey? You just... Couldn't love me back, could you?"

"Loving you sounds like the easiest thing I could do, but I can't. It's not that I couldn't love you, it's that I can't - I can't love you, for - "

"My own safety," you nodded, knowing what he was saying already. Tears breached your eyes, falling stoically down your cold skin. "I hope you know what you're doing, Draco..."

He shook his head, "I'm trying, sunshine. But if you knew..."

"Well, if you didn't push me away, I could've been there for you... But you decided to walk away from me," you whispered, sniffling after. "I'm sorry for how my feelings made you feel, but you were my best mate, too; and I never wanted to hurt our friendship."

"I know," he nodded.

"Good luck, Draco," you wished. "I really hope you know what you're doing."

You knew that it wasn't Draco willingly making these decisions, and that his parents worked through him. You knew he didn't want that tattoo, but that he didn't face any choices. So, when faced with a choice on whether to willingly involve you in his life or not, knowing the Death Eaters were ever present, he made the decision to keep you safe. That meant keeping you away.

And who knows, maybe after this Wizarding War was over, things could be different; yet for now, Draco chose to walk away from you, and the last of your youth was gone - swept in the wind - paving way for the last of the War to play out.

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a few things:

thank you for the reassurance and perspective on the support hakim gets in morocco 😭 it made me happy and also it makes me happy to see him having a great time there right now

did you notice how the bulk of the players saudi have gone after are muslim...i don't know if i'm reading too much into this but i suspect that they are targeting these players and trying to shill the "we're a muslim country don't you want to play in a muslim country and help develop it blah blah" thing. Which, if true, makes me very annoyed because a lot of the things they do are very unislamic lol. like spending the first ten days of dhul-hijjah (literally the most sacred days in the entire year) doing shady deals with the shadiest club in the premier league

that racist white girl in footyblr who made the sabiri/ghazali post a while ago made another post basically saying that hell isn't hot enough for the players going to play in saudi because they are funding the yemeni war and famine 💀💀 i wish white people would stick to talking about what they understand

hii anon!! Ohh really, no need to thank me. ♡♡ You can't imagine after world cup 2018, I was in Fez/Tanja (Tangier) and then we went down to our usual trips as usual (Marrakech, Casa etc) and all I could see was his shirt everywhere. And my cousins were telling me all the time of the amount of craziness around him growing even more and more (also 2018 was our first world cup in 20 years can you imagine loool. And he played a big part in that qualification. Now we're here but look what we were even 5 years ago...and what we were when he joined back then...yeah anyway). Like, look at him now when Morocco train, he's always subjected to a lot of media attention etc. Moroccans love him, don't worry about a few of them on twitter. YEAH I love to see him there. I always think how he didn't get to go until he was in his teen years which is so so so sad, a lot of maghrebis can't afford trips to visit more often and it's heartbreaking.) ... to see him in Morocco is. Special. ♡♡ To see so many of them home!!!! Either Marrakech or around in their places of origin, I was watching Sabiri's latest ig stories and mashallah. It makes me so emotional. As if they kinda decided to be there at the same time. 😭I miss it so much i can't wait to be back inchallah.

I'll put the rest under shortcut

yeah the narrative of muslim players x a muslim country it does seem to me like being part of a developing plan. At this rate I wouldn't be surprised if Saudi will truly be competitive in a few years time, now we're joking about it but - it seems way different than MLS now or what China tried to do years ago. You know, I do have conflicting thoughts about it- bc on one hand I agree with you, it is upsetting given the high percentage of poverty in Saudi. A country with so much money and so much power in the hands of a few oligarchs... of course leaning on those players' religion seems like a big fallacy. But then again, you have the same oligarchs in the US, in England, in China, in Russia (and nobody gave a shit about it before the war) in the very heart of Europe... also billionaires, rich, powerful, investors in every major top league. And so you do wonder if somehow we're also being affected by the same double standards. When Arab people tell you: after everything Europe has done, it's our turn, why are we the only ones subjected to your moral standards? - When you put it that way, can you blame them? As a Muslim you get upset because again, I totally understand your feelings and they are also mine. But I also wonder about these stuff, you know

WHICH WELL I guess it also applies to this white girl on tumblr (not kidding I tried to find their blog bc I was so curious fodjsha) are we have to blame players for going Saudi? What about players who are paid by Saudis in Europe? Bohely's bought part of Strasbourg - what about players payed by americans in Europe? Arsenal is owned by an american who both financed trump and israel - are we have to blame arsenal players too? These double standards are just....unreal to me really. It's so easy to blame one part of the world and dismiss what happens in the heart of your own continent or your own part of the world. White privilege as its finest.

Players ain't to blame. You can question their decisions and whatever but they are just players in this system - lots of them grew up poor and weren't born into the massive privilege these multi billionaires were born into. And i'm sure they are gonna love putting all the blame to Muslim players for going Saudi - what can you do, shit white people do.

thank u for writing to me anon! sorry for the long reply ghgh

#asks

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nokingsonlyfooles · 5 months

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Eyes, Internets, etc.

Okay! I successfully ate in the Denny's without sunglasses today! Our nearest Denny's has, like, spotlights on every table. It has been really painful to eat in restaurants like that, and shop, but I am getting better.

It's still not super comfortable for me to read. I'm not a fan of my surgery results thus far, but a big part of that is I'm not getting much aftercare. "Will my eyes improve to the point that I can once again look over and read my spouse's computer screen, a social interaction I value a great deal?" I wonder. "Your appointment has been cancelled due to unforeseen circumstances, please reschedule it," says the eye doctor. This is the one local person I've found who specializes in binocular vision dysfunction, whom I contacted after self-diagnosing. Nobody else had any idea why I was sick and in pain.

I'm an individual. I went into this with an obvious unique issue (my left eye impairs my binocular vision) and a bunch more less obvious (autistic, problems healing, multiple chronic health issues, etc) only some of which these people bothered to ask me about and then, like usual, they forget all this information and treat me like the default. "Hey, these eye drops don't work!" *crickets* "Yep, okay, back to doing my own research and buying shit off Amazon in case it helps."

But, I am improving. Me and my arsenal of OTC products which may or may not be helping but I'm getting real sick of my eyes not working so I'm throwing everything at the wall to see if it sticks. I'm going to try to get back to the feed and the social interaction. I've tried before and it hasn't been any fun, but now I can eat in the Denny's so we'll see.

The world moves on and stuff's been happening during my extended hiatus. Just to tick off two major things I would've written way more about: There is no justification for genocide, and wow, I gave money to con-artist and plagiarist James Somerton. One of these things is VASTLY more important than the other, but I have less of a personal stake in freeing Palestine. I think I've done all I can to back away from my country of origin and its propensity for letting a little ethnic cleaning slide when it's politically feasible. But I could've done better research on my donations.

I haven't been fucking READING much for the past couple years. Not, you know, books. It's been taking more effort for me to read books, even though I'm still probably reading just as much across various websites (and my own writing and editing). Well, it's still an effort, and I don't know if that's going to change much. Because, once again, I believed people when they said something would be easy to fix and improve my quality of life. I'm sure it's been easy for them, but it's never easy for me. Jury's still out on my "quality of life," which everyone is always very concerned with until it requires some extra effort on their part.

It might still be fine. It just won't be because doctors pay attention and care about me. It'll be because people generally heal and are fine. You can get away with a lot when human bodies are fairly resilient.

Last week, when I needed a refill on some goddamn heartburn medication that a gastroenterologist said I ought to take for the rest of my life to reduce my risk of developing cancer, my family doctor threatened to withhold it because... I haven't been in for a while. I've been back to the specialists I had to beg him to send me to, multiple times, and he has access to my records (and somehow missed my most recent blood work) but apparently he needs to talk to me about...?? I don't even know what, but I bet he'll tell me to take more herbs. ...If he doesn't altogether say he didn't want me to make a phone appointment, he wanted me to come sit in his office and deal with the lights and noise for some reason. We'll see.

I can't... There's not even a word for it, but I can't divest myself of this person and stop him from viewing my records and violating my privacy. Leaving your family doctor in order to not have one is not a thing Canada allows. Obviously, you want a family doctor! Especially if the only alternative is not having one at all! You need one! That may be the case, but this one is kinda low-key trying to kill me and there aren't any others. I would rather have a clinic OKing my prescriptions and sending me to specialists. At least they wouldn't pull bullshit like cutting off my heartburn meds because they might want an update on my thyroid which they should not require me to give them. Or, you know, if they did, I could at least go to another clinic.

This guy can't even remember how to pronounce my name. He's clearly reading it off a piece of paper every time. If and when I change my name and gender officially, I hope it either bothers him so much he fires me as a patient, or it kills him. Those are kinda my only options for getting rid of him. Wow. I'm praying for a guy's death and it's not even one of the ones doing the genocide - man, I'm selfish.

Oh well. This'll be another stressful week with more medical stuff, some of it unnecessary, but maybe I can get back to the feed tomorrow. And maybe I'll be able to draw without making myself sick soon. This too shall pass. I dunno if I'm gonna like where I end up after it passes, but it will pass.

Then I'll have a whole new thing to deal with.

#vent #updates #doctors #eyes #bleh

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twimshi · 1 year

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PLATONIC REIGEN X READER

In which Reigen and YN make a bet

A snippet of chapter 5 of chilli flakes on AO3. The current chapter takes place in middle school

“No I don't get it, run me over your plan again"

“All...I'm saying h-hah god...is that we should participate in the twin bicycle competition f-for our hah school, I hate the stairs”

Reigen stared at her suspiciously “YN….you are literally out of breath as we speak.”

The school cultural festival was starting soon, everyone was getting ready to make their fair buck for their own booth. They had walked past the school bulletin board while taking out the trash and saw the sign.

Come all students, let's all participate in the once a year school canteen program !! where you show off your class’s hidden talents

You can sell food, open cafes, and many more (with terms and conditions)

YOU CAN ALSO COMPETE IN OUR ANNUAL WRITING/BAKING/COOKING COMPETITION THAT WILL BE HELD IN OUR SCHOOL’S AUDITORIUM

YN turned a blind eye while Reigen saw the reward.

Students can win prizes such as a

-10000YEN

-5000YEN

-Second-hand camera

He totally wanted one of them, Reigen grabbed one of the posters, ripping it from the school board. It might be vandalism, but nobody was there to see, so it's not technically vandalism.

Reigen then shook YN, who was beside him “YN LOOK!” He shoved the piece of paper in her face “I can't exactly see anything...IF YOU'RE SHOVING IT IN MY FACE” She comically yelled back, snatching the piece of paper “Okay...and?”

“Is that the only reaction you're gonna give me?” He said he wasn't getting a reaction, so he placed the paper in his hand pointing “Idiot, look at the prize.”

YN rolled her eyes before letting them wonder about the paper “So? Reigen Arataka, we need'th not spend our time on such childish activities” she gripped the paper and started glowing.

The school’s way of competition was super rigged, Komina participated in all three competitions which were not allowed but she did anyway. Every year, Komina (a mean girl) would win just because that's why YN was so hesitant in joining.

"You can do it, but I am not" She makes a serious face.

“C'mon YN doesn't give me that look, I know you want to participate” She giggled “Was my tsundere look that convincing?”

“Please, you couldn't even fool a fly” In reality, Reigen was totally not fooled by YN’s acting skills and did not in fact get worried.

YN and Reigen walked down the halls, skipping club activity to hide in a secluded part of the school where no teachers would walk since it was ‘haunted’ but the two teens lived for the unknown and just went along.

This was a routine for Reigen and YN, skip club, hang out, gossip about the art teacher and so on - they would smuggle PokeMob cards inside the sole of their shoes to get away with bringing what the school likes to call ‘contraband’

“Anyways….Are you serious about this?” YN quired taking a right “Yeah for sure, I was thinking you could participate in the pie-making comp-”

“Since when were you deciding my plans Arataka? We’re not even married yet”

“U’huh okay anyways, you always talked about how your grandma made pies, I thought we could y’know do that” They reached towards a door that was loose enough for them to squeeze their tiny bodies between

YN looks at him thoughtfully before replying “Well, I do…..but it's not that often..”

“I pay attention... when you ramble”

“Sap” Cute

“Shut up” He gently shoved YN and got their PokeMob cards ready to play.

YN pondered while shuffling her deck, if she were to participate in this competition she would have to ask her mother for money for the ingredients since she highly doubted the school could prepare jack shit for them.

“Hmm, I’ll think about it” She placed her fully evolved Magikarp down to eliminate Reigen's legendary “Pikachu'' card “You may win with luck my friend but…..never underestimate me at a card game.”

Reigen laid his head on the wall, hitting it in the process “Dangit! I thought I had this one” Every time they would play PokeMob YN had instantatioly won every game she played with Reigen, the game was more on intuition than luck - which normally would work in Reigen's favor, but sadly, YN was a God.

She grabbed a deck of cards, holding it as if she was a news reporter “Incoming news, REIGEN FUCKING SUCKS AND.I.RULE” She shoved all her glory in Reigens face, which to be fair was quite an amusing sight.

RING

“That's our queue to leave” They packed their belongings and made their way carefully towards to main school grounds, fortunately all the teachers were zombies t notice the teens make their way out of the closet together “I have made my decision Arataka” she stopped mid-walk that also made Reigen stop in his tracks.

“I’ll be participating in the pie competition~” She was going to do this for many reasons, to make her granny proud and…

“In return, if I do~”

“Huh, what do-” She shushed him with her finger “Shush dear boy, I mean if I win at least third you will be my wife” Reigen was in disbelief, he shook his head frantically “No no nope” He said, popping the ‘p’. He wasn't mad, just confused? “What do I even get out of this?” He wasn't mad, it was just confusion?

“Simple. If you win, then I’ll be your wife”

Reigen did not just blush, he was absolutely not embarrassed.

He was now shushing her “D-Don't say that type of things” God why was YN so shameless at times like this.

“Psh, c’mon Juliet~ I want to teach you something today, let's go” They walked out of school, Reigen knew YN didn't mean much from what she said, knowing the girl she could accidentally tell a student she had a pole and everyone would think she actually had POLIO which was completely off - but since some of her classmates would mishear her over the recess they thought otherwise and showed up to her table with flowers and goodbye cards. This may or may not have happened last month, they don't talk about it.

A small rustle and giggle could be heard from behind them, Reigen snapped his head left and right to see if anyone was eavesdropping on their conversation, there was no one.

The duo set their way towards the local market before heading to their little spot, scanning the foods YN decides not to buy anything as Reigen buys his soft drink. Setting it on the counter he looks at the girl “You not buying anything YN?”

“..Nah, I wanna save it for another day” Reigen shrugged, a little suspicious of her action, he did know how to read people after all.

He grabbed a chocolate bar and placed it on the counter “Hey I'm not buying anything-”

“Uhuh, you say that now but come steal my food, don't worry about it. It's on sale anyways” YN looked slightly guilty but did not reject the offer.

They both skipped to the garden eating/drinking their snacks to only get stomach cramps on their sides “We should not have skipped-ow” YN clutched her stomach as Reigen and her limped their way to a dry flower patch to sit down

“Soo, what do you have in mind we do today?” YN reached to her pocket pulling out tomato seeds “Well, i thought maybe since I've been here for what 69 years we should-”

“YN that is not possible-”

“Shush boy, as I was saying. I always respected this place, watering the plant and stuff and maybe I want to leave my mark here. Hence, this” She waved the seeds in front of him

Reigen squinted his eyes “You want to plant a….what is that?”

YN called him over to the soil patch “Well these my friend, are daisies” Reigen let her continue “I heard that their super low maintenance and look” she pointed at the sidewalk of the entrance “They even grow on concrete”

“Why do you even have seeds in the first place?”

“Well for starters it's just the yellow part of the flower and I walk to school and collect them”

Reigen thinks, then replied shrugging his shoulders “Sounds weird but I guess that's nice, we ought to decorate this place with some of our things anyways”

“Woah daisies are pretty rough huh, the government should use them for war and….stuff” They both thought about bombing Komina’s house at that moment but didn't fancy the thought of cleaning up Komina’s body. Well YN thought that, not Reigen.

YN digs a small hole trying to loosen the soil a little, Reigen placing the seeds in before covering them in soil “I think that ought to do it” She says admiring her handicraft “Now we have to water it every dayyyyy”

“Dude we come here like...almost every day”

“True……” YN leaned on him with her dirty soil-filled hands “Then?”

He just looked away, his face scrunched up “Ugh, I didn't want to say this now but it's about my mom...” YN didn't move, still on him “Oh yes Mrs.Mom, what did she have to say? I hope I get more leftovers, my mom hasn't been cooking much lately”

A sigh left his mouth, it was dry despite him drinking only a minute ago “I don't...don't know if we can hang out after this month a lot…” YN got up “If you want space I totally don't-”

“No! That's not it...It's…..It's about me and you changing…. OH yea I don't wanna miss watching adventure mob, yea adventure mob, we won't be able to record it” It was a lie but he couldn't tell her, not yet - another time, not when their friendship is on the line

YN sighed in relief. She knew he might be hiding something, but maybe he wasn't. She was being a little too paranoid. Slapping Reigen in the back, she laughed “Phew dude, you scared me for a second, getting all serious and stuff”

He tried to laugh, but it came out sounding like a choking cat “H-hehe, totally..” Changing the topic he chirps in “So you're participating in the pie competition?”

“Oh yeah, I am. You're doing the essay one, right?”

The knots in his stomach grew “Yup, I'm a little worried”

“Why? You're on top of the class for your amazing essays, I'm sure you can write an amazing story or something”

The way she worded it seemed so easy. “Yeah but….what if..”

What if he couldn't do it? What if he just made a fool of himself? What if-

She stroked his hair gently, pulling him out of his thoughts “Hey ‘Taka, if anyone were to win that competition and make me their wife, I'm sure it's you”

The way she so shamelessly said it made Reigen not react, he was going to make her proud.

He leaned into her touch, taking a deep breath while taking her hand in his, shaking in an awkward position with a smile.

“May the best wife win”

[Hope you guys enjoy this!! Tiny reigen and YN bring me so much joy I can't even explain it, and yes platonic is like the best way to go with these cuties]

#reigen x reader #reigen arataka #reigen arataka x reader #mob psycho reigen #platonic actually #get pranked

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mermaidsirennikita · 11 months

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Hello, I've been reading some historical romance this few weeks and I was wondering if you could recommend me books where the heroine need help but nobody wants to help so she has to go to te hero for help and he's like "yeah I will help you but the payment is for you to have sex with me/ be my misstres for some time" I really enjoy those kinds of books 🤭

It's a fun premise! We love a sex deal.

Well, your go-to would be How to Steal a Scoundrel's Heart by Vivienne Lorret. The heroine is ruined and completely down on her luck, and the rake hero offers to make her his mistress (it's a contractual role that only lasts four months and has no feelings). She refuses at first, but later gets super desperate and agrees. Love it!!!

The Dragon and the Pearl by Jeannie Lin begins as a kidnapping romance because the hero needs info from the heroine, but as he keeps her on his estate he gets increasingly obsessed with her and she's helpless so she basically offers him sex as an exchange. But it quickly becomes a deeply emotional relationship. So so good.

Seven Sinful Nights by Nicola Davidson is an excellent novella in which the heroine is a widow whose in-laws treat her horribly. The hero is a super dangerous club owner and the heroine's in-laws owe him money so he comes to beat the shit out of them for not paying and she offers to be his mistress for seven nights to "save" them (really she just wants away from them). This is a part of the Villain I'd Like to F... collection, which is worth buying, but will likely be available independently later as well.

The Gangster's Prize by Joanna Shupe is another Villain I'd Like to F... novella with a similar vibe, even if it's not quite as obvious as that one. The heroine's politician father goes missing and she asks the gangster hero to help her find him. Needless to say, he ends up getting something in return.

Sold to the Duke by Joanna Shupe is another novella and it's so good. The heroine's brother dies and leaves her and her sister down on their luck, so she enters into a virginity auction. The hero is her brother's old friend and he swoops in to buy her and "save" her, not intending to go through with the deal, but she *insists* he does.

The Duke and the Lady in Red by Lorraine Heath has shades of this. The heroine is a con artist pretending to be a widow, and the hero is a rake who wants to seduce her; she almost gets away with scamming him before he finds out, and she tries to run from him but she has a lot of debt and he's so desperate to fuck her (despite being angry at her) that he offers to clear the debts if she acts as his mistress for a period of time (I think a week). One of my favorite Lorraine books.

This is what's coming up off the top of my head, and I highly recommend you read them!

#romance novel blogging #book recs

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judasrpc · 2 years

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THE INFILTRATOR (2016 FILM) DIALOGUE STARTERS

add context & change gendered language to your needs !! contains explicit / graphic content pertaining to violence, drugs, and similar potentially upsetting themes !!

if multi, please specify which muse(s) !!

" Oh, I know. No, I know what you mean. But you're so cute when you struggle. "

" Hey, keep your eyes off my girlfriend. "

" You know, my people say they can handle more. "

" That's just what my people like to hear. "

" Hey, let's get the fuck out of here. "

" Get your fucking hands off me! "

" So, is [name] dead? "

" Oh, he's dead alright. Deep fried. "

" You don't get a piece of the action? "

" Everyone needs a beachfront address. I got six of them. "

" Yeah, well, I just don't live in your world. "

" When I say bad, I mean the county morgue had to rent Burger King's trucks to ice all the dead bodies littering our sunny streets. "

" Meet with your connects, talk to your informants, do your job. "

" Before I go to jail, I swear on my fucking kids, I'm gonna put someone on [name]. "

" And I'm gonna go in naked so he doesn't have to worry about me having a gun. "

" Hey, fuck you, buddy. "

" I wonder what Sunday dinner is like at his place. "

" I'd hate to lose you, [name]. "

" You know, we have a front door. "

" I don't get invited to too many houses with a wife and tea. More like coke, whores, and Schlitz, you know what I'm saying? "

" How long have you known them? "

" Long enough. What is this, 20 Questions? "

" What do you care? Is it coming out of your pocket? "

" Okay. Alright. Be like that. "

" You trust this guy?"

" As much as I trust you. “

" Trust you, man? I pay you for information, not trust. "

" I think that we've been doing this backwards. "

" You can't work without him. He's your way in. "

" Yeah, it's kind of sexy. "

" Who the hell cares it it's sexy? "

" I care. It's my name. I want(ed) to have a sexy name. "

" So, how'd you two meet again? "

" You two must have got all the pussy. "

" Don't encourage him. "

" Oh, my God. It was so filthy even the rats ran from it, you know? "

" Um, do you need money for a cab? "

" My boss wants to stay in the background. You're going to have to deal with me, ok? "

" So, this is all just a joke to you? "

" Oh, that's just... Hold it, hold it. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I gotta write that shit down. That's fucking brilliant. "

" It's the little things that get you whacked, do you understand that? "

" You should put those on. Could get a little messy. "

" I don't care who you work for right now. I really don't. I'm not here for that. "

" Just be yourself. I need you. "

" Okay. Flip him or fuck him. "

" That would be something we might consider. "

" Promise me this is the last one. "

" We are going to have a fantastic evening. I promise you that. "

" I cannot allow my businesses and your money to be compromised. "

" [Name], you're undercover. You gotta do whatever the fuck you gotta do, man. "

" Oh, my God, you're a piece of work, [name]. You're a fucking piece of work. "

" You guys could be playing cricket on a yacht, eating early... Whatever it is that fucking white people do when you retire. "

" It's my fucking drug of choice. "

" Let me tell you something: Nobody, nobody does it better than me. So listen to me sometimes, will you? "

" [Name], I think that we should walk before we run. Everything will happen in the right time. "

" Fuck that! There's no deal. "

" I will keep my hands off you if you keep your eyes on my bosses' money. "

" The [family/organization name] have staked more than their reputation, they have staked their lives. And yours, I'm afraid. "

" You think I have women lining up around the block wanting to marry you? "

" Now go out and get to know whoever it takes to make me look like I rubbed the right dick. It's a metaphor. "

" Sir, in the future I will manage this personally. We do this for our customers who handle special clients. Do you understand? "

" That's what I want to hear, because my clients are businessmen, too, like yourselves, only their business is selling cocaine. "

" We like to be nimble with our clients' cash. How does that sound? "

" Perfect. You already sound like a married couple. "

" Stay close to the truth, makes it easier to lie. "

" Now you're fucking this up. What are you, a moron or something? "

" Except I get this motherfucker telling me that I'm a liar? "

" That was the most degrading, vicious, disgusting thing I have ever seen you do. "

" Who the fuck are you working for? Huh? Who do you work for, motherfucker? "

" Listen, friend, I never fuck on the first date. "

" Whatever happened to good ol' integrity? "

" Do you think that I'm doing a good job for you? "

" If you can't convince your bosses to meet with me, then our arrangement is over. "

" We have reached a point of no return, [name]. "

" So, [name], what can you do for me? "

" We like to take, not to be taken. "

" Watch this, [name], and learn. "

" Well, I love being on a first-name basis with a gentleman. "

" Can I ask you a question? Have you ever had your palm read? "

" I've just never seen quite so many stars align at the fate line. It means destiny has marked you for success. "

" That's why I'm marrying [name]. I want what you have. A normal family. You are very fortunate. "

" It's their fault I'm not wearing an apron and sweating my balls off in a kitchen somewhere. "

" God gave us free will, so who am I to stand in the way of someone who wants to indulge in self-destructive behavior? "

" The only difference is, in my business, nothing good ever comes in the absence of trust. "

" Yeah, well, you're here because of me, and I feel responsible for your safety. "

" You know, that son of a bitch was my friend. "

" I'm risking my life for pennies, man. "

" You want more money, get a fucking law degree. "

" I'll fucking tell them you're a piece of shit... "

" I should've listened to him. I'm such a fucking idiot, the fucking... "

" You shut your fucking mouth. You fuck this up and I swear to God..."

" It stinks in here like a fucking pig. "

" Oh, I'm so scared of you with your dick hanging out like that. "

" But there's a little problem I need you to fix first. "

" That's not an answer that keeps you alive, my friend. "

" I know I sound like a broken record, but I fucking heard it and I've seen it. You think you understand? You fucking don't. "

" They cut off your fingers. They cut off your toes. They inject you with that adrenaline shit so you can't pass out before all of that. "

" Man, they cut open your fucking eyes so you can't shut them, and then they're gonna bring in your little fucking family. "

" You made a choice... And this is mine. "

" Well, you certainly know how to make women happy. "

" Unfortunately, neither you nor I are in a position to dictate terms to [name]. "

" Yes, that is exactly what I'm asking you to do. "

" [Name], you started the meeting without me. "

" Why don't you go take a walk, huh? "

" Are you kidding me? I'm gonna dance with you right away. "

" I know. I know who the fuck you are, [name]. "

" I'm going to sit in your fucking hotel, and then I'm going to kill you! "

" I'm not going back home with you right now. "

" Are you sleeping with him? "

" You're a lucky woman. And you don't have to worry. "

" [Name], listen, I need more time. "

" There is a beginning, middle, and end to everything. This is the end, [name]. "

" We live each day in divinity. The power and the quality of divinity. It rains on us. When we live in humility, God's providence pours into us. We are truly blessed. All of us. We live in majesty. Each and every one of us who work on such a glorious endeavor... God pours his infinite benevolence on [us], as we have the humility to receive it. "

" [Name] told me you're the only one I can trust. "

" It's like you get close to people, you know them. "

" It's not just a job. I feel so terrible for her. "

" [Name], tux looks good. Kiss the bride for me. "

" Hey [name], [name]! Can you help me with this damn thing? "

" Do you think I'm gonna get fucked later? "

" Oh, you're gonna get fucked like you've never been fucked before. "

" Move it, piss ant. "

" [Name], I'm glad you're here. But there is a part of me that wishes you hadn't taken that risk. "

" You traitors! You will fucking regret this! You hear me? You will live to regret this! "

" Ain't that some shit, [name]? "

" Too bad you got jilted, you look so hot. "

" Go home, [name]. "

#rp memes #rp meme #rp prompts #rp prompt #roleplay prompts #writing prompts #ask box meme #askbox meme #rph #rpc #judasrpc

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years

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(English is not my first language, so sorry for any grammatical mistakes) Here are some SFW headcanons I had for this AU. What literary inspired me to think this whole AU was that scene in the movie where Elvis is sitting in the Hollywood sign looking all casual, dressed all in black and wearing his sunglasses. That’s how he appears to you and asks you what do you summon him for :P Also, I pictured Austin!Elvis for this, but it works for the real Elvis too!

- The first time Parker (also a demon) meets Elvis is in a crossroad, in the middle of nowhere on an August summer night in 1954. The boys gawks at him in shock, probably not able to believe that the whole thing actually worked.

- Before he can say anything, the boy starts to ramble on and on about how sick his mother is and how his band is not gaining enough money to pay good doctors to take care of her. He has tried everything and doesn’t know what else he can do.

- Parker is about to turn the boy down because honestly, what can he get from him? But then he looks at Elvis in his eyes, really looks at him, and then he sees his soul. It has to be one of the purest soul he has seen in a long time on his line of work, because he is so willing to give his life away to help the people he cares about.

- That’s why he accepts to make a deal with Elvis, so he makes him sign a physical contract. The boy has 15 years to enjoy the life of a famous rock star -and its benefits- and when the time comes, he will go to Hell. They shake hands.

- “So… that’s it?” Elvis asks incredulous looking around, still standing in the middle of nowhere. Parker smiles tightly at him. “Well, of course not, my boy. We need to introduce you to the public first, and I think I know the perfect place.” (cue Hayride show). And the rest is history.

- “I will only have one year left on Earth soon, and nobody's gonna remember me.”

- In this little AU, Elvis “dies” on August 16th in 1969, one night he disappears out of nowhere. No one can explain where he went and no one can find him (he doesn’t make it to Vegas on this AU, sorry).

- Elvis spends centuries in Hell, although just one year has passed on Earth when he comes back. No one remembers him and somehow it’s almost like he never existed (he wonders if Parker had something to do with that while he was down there).

- He starts to do the same work Parker does (I imagine him acting like he acts at the end of the movie, most of the time he’s serious and somber). Very, very few people that summon him actually recognize him but he just shrugs at them, and asks what they want from him and what they are willing to give him in exchange.

I hope it’s not too long, but I wanted to give his story some basic background. I also have NSFW headcanons for this too, but I’d would like to know if this AU is interesting enough so far!

ooooh this is so intriguing. this is definitely not something i could write myself bc i grew up catholic and demons scare the shit out of me sksksj

HOWEVER, i love how developed this is and it's just all so...sad dude 😭 reading a full fledged version of this AU would literally destroy me 😭 i love the way you adapted some of the real life events to fit with this AU and i definitely think it would be of interest to some readers!

also the fact that the colonel is a demon here is honestly just historically accurate 💀 the most true description of his character i've ever read

#answered

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risingphoenix87 · 2 years

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More incorrect quotes! This one is BroTP + Villainous Found Family...

Dawn, standing with her back turned: I’ve been expecting you, Ernesto. Ernesto: How did you do that without turning around? Dawn: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

Dawn: *Gets down on one knee* Ernesto: Oh my god, it’s finally happening. Dawn: *Falls over* Ernesto: The poison is kicking in.

[he just never learns, does he?]

Dawn, struggling to keep upright in her 1-inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me Ernesto, pointing at her and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6-inch heels: WEAK.

[hey, give her a break; heels aren't exactly meant to hold hooves]

Ernesto: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Dawn: Dawn: Ernesto, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn... Ernesto: *Sips coffee from bowl*

Ernesto: *Kicks the door down looking panicked* Dawn: What did you do? Ernesto: Nobody died. Dawn: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Dawn, whispering to Syndrome, who’s on the phone with Ernesto: Ask him something! Syndrome: How are you feeling? Ernesto: Fine. Dawn: Something personal! Syndrome: At what age did you first get your period?

Syndrome, about Ernesto: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group. Dawn: Are we stealing them? Hans: New or used? Syndrome: Wonderful responses, both of you.

Ernesto: How petty can you get? Syndrome: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Syndrome: I just ended a four-year relationship. Charles: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Syndrome: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship. *Hans and Ernesto fighting from across the room*

Dawn: Anyone d- Charles: Depressed? Hans: Drained? Syndrome: Dumb? Ernesto: Disliked? Dawn: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people...

Ernesto: Self-care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys. Hans: No, self-care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap! Dawn: Self-care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self-care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self-care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!! Charles: Lmao self-care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting. Ernesto: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

Syndrome: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Charles: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD Syndrome: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ERNESTO WITH ME Hans, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

Ernesto: Dawn, I'm sad. Dawn: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay. Hans: Charles, I'm sad. Charles, nodding: mood.

Dawn: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people? Syndrome: Plane tickets? Ernesto: Concert tickets? Charles: Prostitution? Dawn, holding her broken frames: Glasses.

Ernesto: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something. Charles: Ernesto, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is that you're a dumbass.

*Charles and Dawn are doing something absurdly dangerous* Charles: I think Houdini did something like this once! Why, if I recall correctly, he was out of the hospital in no time! Dawn, deadpan: Well that's encouraging.

*The group is getting into the car* Ernesto: I’m driving. Charles, out of view: Shotgun! Hans, turning to face Charles: Aww! But you had it on the way here- Everyone except Charles: WOAH- Charles, holding a shotgun: No! I found a shotgun! And I want the front seat! *Pumps gun*

Dawn: I’m gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why. Charles: Only if you also don't ask why Charles: *Pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* Take your pick. Dawn: Charles: Dawn: This one is fine...

Hans: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Dawn will and will not eat. Ernesto: Grass? Yes! Hans: Moss? Yes!! Ernesto: Leaves? Ohh, yes! Hans: Shoelaces? Strange but true! Ernesto: Worms? Sometimes! Hans: Rocks? Usually nah. Ernesto: Twigs? Usually! Hans: Charles's cooking? Inconclusive! Syndrome: How did you… test this? Hans: You just hand her stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if she eats it, she eats it. Syndrome: ... I don’t know how to feel about this. Charles: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

Ernesto: What time is it? Dawn: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out Dawn: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune* Hans: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING Dawn: It’s 2 am

Dawn: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. Ernesto: You and me!!! Dawn, tearing up: Okay.

Ernesto, banging on the door: Syndrome! Open up! Syndrome: Well, it all started when I was a kid... Hans: No, he meant- Charles: Let him finish.

Ernesto: I SAW YOU HANGING OUT WITH DAWN YESTERDAY Syndrome: E-ERNESTO IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK Ernesto: I WON'T HESITATE PUTA *PULLS OUT A GUN*

Ernesto: Violence isn't the answer. Dawn: You’re right. Ernesto: *sighs in relief* Dawn: Violence is the question. Ernesto: What? Dawn, bolting away: And the answer is yes. Ernesto, running after her: Oveja, NO-

Hans: This is such a bad idea. Ernesto: Then why are you coming along? Hans: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

Charles: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'Haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.

[Agreed!!]

Charles: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE Hans: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially Charles, desperately, as Hans bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE Hans: Oh! B positive. Charles: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE Hans:

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle. Syndrome: Shit. Hans: Wait, three? Cop: Yeah? Dawn: OH MY GOD ERNESTO FELL OFF!!!

Dawn: Just because I'm too short to reach the lowest shelf in the cabinet doesn't mean you shouldn't watch out for your kneecaps.

Hans: Listen, I can explain... Ernesto: You’re making $500,000 and you’re only gonna pay me $30,000? Syndrome: You’re getting 30 grand? I’m getting $1,000! Charles: You guys are getting paid?

Dawn: You often use humor to deflect trauma Charles: Thank you Dawn: I didn't say that was a good thing Charles: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny.

Dawn: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff. Syndrome: I witnessed the dumb stuff. Ernesto: I recorded the dumb stuff. Charles: I joined in on the dumb stuff. Hans: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

Dawn: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life Charles: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind? Dawn: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die. Syndrome: edible

[Well...she IS fluffy]

#incorrect quotes #mostly made this out of boredom #but the dynamic I'm working out is that Hans is like the Team Dad #despite probably being the youngest #disney villains #pixar villains #found family #villainous found family AU

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