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monaownsmyass · 3 months
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Reunion
Book: Ride-or-Die (2)
Pairing: Mona x MC (Ellie Wheeler)
Genre: ANGST (and just some general fluff)
Rating: PG13, Mona has a colourful vocabulary
Word Count: 3,930
A/N: So since we now know what was supposed to happen in Book 2, I HAD to write Mona reuniting with MC again for the first time in 5 years. The idea of them seeing each other after so long, the tension, mhmm! Since I'm working with the bare bones, I'm only guessing how most of the plot was suppose to go down. So if there's any plot holes in my own story, just ignore it :3
I never thought I'd be posting a fic again. And yet, here I am, years later writing for Mona cuz we were ROBBED of Book 2. I feel like I've come full circle cuz my very first fic was for Mona and I'm pretty sure this is gonna be my last. At least for a while. The last fic I posted was the last time I think I properly wrote anything so forgive me if I'm rusty, but anything for my baby Mona <3 Lmk whatcha think of this fic!
Ellie stared unblinkingly at the still face looking back at her from the screen. Her jaw clenched as her mind raced. Five years, it's been five years since she had seen her, five years since she's heard anything about her and there she was. And tomorrow, if everything goes to plan, she'll be right in front of Ellie. She'll actually be there, with her in the same physical space and not the one she had shared with her in her mind over the past half decade.
Just the thought alone was enough to make Ellie want to throw up, either from excitement or nervousness or both, she wasn't sure. All she knew was that she had been imagining this moment constantly ever since she last saw her. Ellie always thought about what she would say, what she would do, but she could never quite figure out what that would be. And for the longest time, she thought it wouldn't matter. She thought she would never see her again.
Until now, that is.
Ellie inhaled deeply and let out a shaky breath, trying to get her thoughts in order. But she never seemed to be able to whenever she looked into those sly brown eyes and at that infuriating smirk on that gorgeous face. It was no different now, apparently.
She slammed her laptop shut. She'll worry about it when she's there.
~.~
Ellie was hyperaware of everything around her. The heat emanating from her coffee into her palms, the espresso machine whirring, the music in the background, the grains of the wooden table.
Suddenly, she heard the shop doorbell ring and her heart fell to her stomach.
She just knew.
Ellie didn't turn to look, she just couldn't bear the weight of it. Instead, she heard, she felt.
She heard the familiar footsteps of boots walking towards her that awoke distant memories. She felt her eyes shut on its own accord. She heard a soft sound of curiosity coming from where the footsteps had stopped. She felt her heart drumming so hard in her chest, she could hear it in her ears. She felt a presence looming over her. She heard a hand slap against the metal backing of the chair across from her.
And then nothing.
Ellie slowly opened her eyes and gulped. When did her throat get so dry?
The first thing she saw was a perfectly manicured hand gripping the chair in front of her that lead up to a familiar fully tattooed arm. She forced her gaze upwards, finding it exceedingly difficult, feeling as if she was fighting against an invisible force, as if the more she dare to look up, the more her own eyes were denying her.
She took in the other hand resting against the waistband of dark pants. She noticed a black tank top covered by a black leather jacket and the way the necklaces worn rested against it. Her breath hitched and her heart stopped when her gaze finally met the one of the woman she had been dreaming of for 5 years now.
And goddamn, was she just as stunning as Ellie had remembered, even more so maybe.
"Mona," she softly breath out as if she was hoping it was true. The name sounded foreign yet familiar against her lips. Oh, how she had missed saying that name.
There Mona was, a hand on her hip and the other propping herself up by the chair, a brow raised and the corner of her lips quirked upwards, as if fighting a smile back. Her pretty brown eyes gazed down deeply into Ellie's and Ellie felt as if she was losing an unspoken uphill battle.
"Well, well, well," Mona whispered and Ellie nearly laughed in relief at being able to listen to her voice again. It was surreal. "If it isn't Ellie fucking Wheeler. Hello, princess."
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The entire situation was so overwhelming for Ellie, she didn't know what to do with herself. She was between a constant push and pull state of fidgety and paralyzed. It was like a dream and a nightmare come true and Ellie wasn't even sure if she wanted to be woken up if it was one.
But it wasn't, and Ellie still wasn't sure what she'd say or do now that she was face to face with the woman that had been haunting her thoughts since she met her.
Ellie took in Mona who was now sitting opposite her. She was leaned back with her arms crossed and her lips pursed. Everything about her posture would suggest to Ellie that Mona was being standoffish. The only thing that was making her second guess herself were those damn eyes. Mona made no effort to hide the fact that her eyes were blatantly flickering up and down Ellie's form. They finally settled back on Ellie's and she swore she saw Mona's gaze soften just the tiniest bit. Ellie had no clue if she was assessing her as well or checking her out.
Despite her many psychology classes on body language and facial expressions, she still couldn't read Mona. She never had been able to. It was something that Ellie had appreciated every now and then, she liked that Mona kept her on her toes. But now wasn't one of those times.
"I didn't think you'd come," Ellie blurted out and finally broke the silence, not being able to stand the way Mona was looking at her anymore.
Mona cocked an eyebrow at her and shrugged a little. "It's not everyday I get a letter from a girl I took a bullet for 5 years ago. Had to see for myself." Ellie had no idea how to respond but she didn't need to because almost immediately after, Mona leaned in forward and glowered at her. "How did you find me?"
Mona was so near, Ellie could smell her perfume and she'd be lying if she said it didn't make her a bit heady. Ellie leaned back into her chair, feeling the need to put some space between the two of them. She saw the corners of Mona's lips twitch in a flash as she did.
Unlike Ellie, Mona always could've read Ellie very much easily, probably even a bit too easily.
Ellie shut her eyes tight, trying to think of an easy, gentle way to break the news to Mona. There was no easy, gentle way.
"Look, Mona," she sighed and looked up at her. "I was hoping to warm you up a little before I jump into it but since you asked...," Ellie drifted off and paused for a moment to try and figure out the best way to phrase her next sentence. "I'm working with the FBI and I need your help."
Just as Ellie had predicted, Mona was mad. Her hands gripped the armrests of her chair and leaned in even closer to Ellie, her eyes wide in disbelief.
"What the fuck, Ellie?!" Mona whispered angrily, her voice low. "If you're working with the cops, then you know that I fucking broke out of prison, right? You're basically leading them back to me!"
"Mona, listen," Ellie leaned forward and placed a hand on Mona's, not knowing how else to reassure her. It was a mistake, Ellie's breath hitched being so close to her. Both their eyes flickered down at their hands before meeting each other's again. Mona jaw unclenched just the slightest bit and didn't pull away so Ellie continued. "They agreed to clear your remaining offenses and even your criminal record if you cooperate with them."
Mona finally pulled her hand away and she folded her arms again, leaning back into her seat. Ellie leaned back as well, thankful for a way out. She knew she was on the verge of doing something stupid.
Mona considered what Ellie had told her. "What makes you think I want that? If you're working for the pigs you'd know that I'm still involved."
"I'm working with them, not for them," Ellie corrected. "And from what rumors I heard, your current situation is more of a necessity than a want, it's transactional."
Ellie looked at Mona expectantly. If she was honest, she was hoping Mona would fill in the gaps for her because that was all she knew. She hadn't gotten any details. Instead, Mona asked, "Why are you working with them, anyway?"
"There's a heist crew that Logan was in that obtained list of important informants and the FBI thinks I can help 'cuz I have ties with him."
"And where do I fit into this?" Mona questioned, unamused.
"Your current... involvement... appears to have connections to them, so we need your help to gather intel," Ellie put it plainly, no point sugarcoating it and wrapping it up in a pretty bow, especially since she knew Mona would appreciate the directness more.
"Hm," Mona squinted at Ellie and Ellie tried her best to maintain composure which was proving to be very hard in Mona's presence. "Very bold of you to assume I'd risk my neck by going behind the backs of one of the most dangerous crime families just to helps out a bunch of cops. Very stupid, but very bold too. I'm not sure if I'm impressed or disappointed."
Ellie couldn't help but grin. It was the most Mona-like thing she had said and just for a little while, it felt like old times. She decided to push her luck a little further. "Can you... is it okay if you explain to me why you're with them?"
Mona glared at Ellie and then let out a huff, running her fingers through her hair, clearly frustrated. Ellie just watched in silence, unsure what to make of it.
"After all this time and you still can make me want to talk, it's embarrassing," she mumbled and Ellie had to strain to listen to her. Ellie felt her heartbeat start to pick up again at Mona's words. "I'll make it quick. Escaped prison, cops chased, crime family protect, work for them, safe from cops." She gestured with her hand lazily, explaining with complete disinterest as if she's told this story a million times which was ironic since this was probably the first time she told this to anyone.
"Well, think about it this way," Ellie had offered in response after taking some time to ponder. "If you help the FBI, you'll help bust them and clear your offenses, which means you'll be free, Mona."
Ellie could practically see the gears turning in Mona's head, or more like, she could practically see her weighing out the pros and cons on a scale. Mona's eyes flitted from staring at her table up to meet Ellie's and Ellie forced herself not too look away, daring to challenge Mona to accept her offer.
Mona sighed and unfolded her arms to gesture with her hands. "It's a very tempting offer, believe me."
"But?"
"But there's a reason they're the biggest crime family," Mona said in a hushed yet hurried tone. "If they haven't gotten caught for this long, I doubt me throwing a wrench in their plans and schemes would do jackshit!"
Mona was frustrated, but Ellie could tell it was more so about her situation than at Ellie which kept Ellie at least a little calm for now.
"Not to mention, law enforcement fucking sucks, I don't exactly trust them to catch every single member."
Mona's eyebrows furrowed and her lips were set in a displeased line, the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth prominent with her scowling. Ellie found herself missing it.
"I know, I know you're not their biggest fan and I know what I'm asking of you-"
"NO!" Mona slammed her palm against the table, not loud enough to attract unwanted attention but that didn't stop Ellie from jumping in her seat at her sudden outburst. "I don't think you realise exactly what you're asking me to do, princess," she spat out the nickname venomously and Ellie fought hard not to flinch.
"Mona-"
"Listen, I took a bullet for you, I went to fucking prison for you. You get in touch with me again after all this years only to ask me to die for you." Mona paused and closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. Ellie watched in silence for a moment, her heart beating a mile a minute in realisation.
"You're right, I didn't think of it like that, I'm sorry." Mona snorted but Ellie continued. "But that's not the only reason I wanted to get in touch with you, I promise."
Mona opened her eyes and looked at Ellie. Ellie could sense she was trying to read her expression, decide if she was being sincere. She was.
It was quiet for a moment.
Mona crossed her legs at the knees and leaned forward. Ellie could see the anger in her expression dissipate into subtle smugness. Mona whispered, "What's the other reason then?"
There it was. Ellie knew Mona knew just from the slight pull of her upper lip and the way she was gazing at her with such intent. Over the past 5 years, Ellie had so much she wanted to say to Mona. Far too much to condense into a one sentence answer, but she tried anyway by saying, "I missed you, Mona."
"After all this time, and you still haven't learnt to save yourself." Mona let out a short, soft chuckle and shook her head. She stood up and tugged at the collars of her jacket, fixing it before shoving her hands in her pockets and turning around.
"Where are you going?" Ellie stood up in alarm, dumbfounded by Mona's actions.
Mona turned to face Ellie again, shrugging slightly. "I have to go, I came here on borrowed time."
"Will you consider it? At least?" Ellie was pleading at this point, but mostly because she knew if Mona said no, this would be the last time she saw her. She was very desperate for it to not be.
"I'll find you," Mona said and started to walk away again.
Ellie sighed softly, relieved that she's got Mona's word that she'll at least hear from her. But Ellie couldn't help herself, she had to ask, she had to know.
"Did you miss me?"
Mona stopped and and turned her head to the side to quickly glance at Ellie at the corner of her eye over her shoulder. She faced head on again and exhaled, as if the question itself exhausted her.
"I haven't learnt either. If I did, I wouldn't be here."
Mona walked away and left Ellie standing there speechless, mind and heart racing.
~~TIME CUT~~
Ellie looked around cautiously as she walked down the dingy back alley. Only a singular, dim streetlamp illuminated the street. Every small sound or movement caused Ellie to whip her head around in it's direction.
Leave it to Mona to pick the most unsavoury, suspicious place at the darkest hour of the night to want to meet up.
All of a sudden, she spotted a car headed in her direction. The headlights so bright, it temporarily blinded Ellie. She would've ran if she didn't catch a glimpse of the familiar purple of the car in the midst of being rendered sightless.
The car stopped right beside her and the door popped open to reveal Mona looking expectedly at her.
"Well, c'mon, get in."
"Mona! You still have your car?"
She rolled her eyes. "Questions later, get in now."
Ellie silently obeyed. As soon as she slammed the door shut, Mona sped off, leaving Ellie clumsily grabbling for her seatbelt. She managed to click it into place before turning to Mona who had a smirk on her face.
Mona looked at ease as always behind the wheel. Leaned back in her seat with one hand on the steering and the other on the shift stick, Mona was definitely in her element. And definitely looked hotter driving than Ellie remembered.
"Not used to the speed anymore, princess?"
"It's been a while," Ellie reminded and looked out the passenger's window, watching the buildings whip past them. "Some things never change though."
Mona drove in silence, not even humming along to the hip-hop music she had playing on the radio. Ellie cleared her throat and decided to speak up. "So, are you accepting the offer?"
"We'll talk later." Mona looked at Ellie briefly before averting her eyes back on the road.
Ellie looked around outside, roughly recognising their surroundings but not exactly being able to place her finger on it.
"Mona, where are we going?"
"You don't remember?" Mona quirked an eyebrow at her as they pull into an open area where a bunch of cars were parked. A video was projected onto a huge display screen right at the front. Ellie's eyes lit up in realisation.
"The drive-in theatre! The one we came to with Mercy Park Crew!"
"The one and only," Mona confirmed as she put her car into park and pulled the hand break up. "Literally."
She pulled the lever of her chair and leaned so far back, she was almost laying down. She raised both hands behind her head and stared at the projection in front of them.
Bewildered at Mona, Ellie's brows furrowed in confusion as she looked at her. "What are you doing? What are we doing?"
"We're watching a movie, duh," Mona replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Mona was being difficult, Ellie had enough experience with her to at least know that. And lucky for her, she also had enough experience to know how to annoy Mona into talking.
Mustering up the most gushy and enthusiastic voice she could, she said, "Aww, Monaaaa!" Ellie grabbed Mona's knee and Mona looked at her, with both brows raised, clearly confused and maybe even looking a little weirded out by her sudden change in tone. "If you wanted to take me on a date you could've just said so!"
"Pft! A date?" Mona sputtered, taken aback. "You wish, princess."
"What is it then? Are you feeling sentimental?" Ellie cooed and Mona lightly slapped her hand away, the one that was on her knee.
"Hah! Definitely not."
"It's okay if you are, it's actually so cute of you."
Mona gasped and sat up straight as if it was the most offensive thing to mankind.
"I am not cute," she glared at Ellie and Ellie fought hard to hide her bubbling laughter.
"Then what is it?"
"Fine!" Mona threw her hands up in defeat. "I just wanted to relax before we got down to business but since this is so much more stressful let's just talk now." Mona leaned back against her seat and motioned Ellie to copy her seat position.
Ellie smiled to herself as she adjusted her seat lever. "Why are we leaning back?"
"'Cuz it's less suspicious. Also it's more comfortable."
"So," Ellie turned to face Mona. "Why are we here?"
"Because, we needed a private place to talk in public at 9 p.m. and this was what I thought of. They have eyes and ears everywhere, this is the safest bet." Mona looked at Ellie. "I need to know the exact terms of this agreement before I give my answer."
"Yes, yes, of course," Ellie replied eagerly, hopefully that Mona was considering the offer.
"I will be exempted for all my crimes, correct?"
"Yes."
"And my record will be a clean slate?"
Ellie nodded.
"The leak must be anonymous, the gang won't know the mole was me. And I don't want the FBI to be tailing my every move either."
"Okay, that can be done."
"While working with them, I want the FBI's word that I'm under their protection and I get full immunity. I know it'll get messy. I need all of it in writing."
Ellie saw a flicker of emotions pass Mona's face. They both knew how dangerous this proposition was for Mona. Ellie gentle placed her hand on Mona's thigh and Mona stiffen at the soft contact, not daring to even look at it.
"I'll be with you the whole way, Mona. I promise, I-"
"Don't," Mona interrupted, sounding pained almost. "How many times must I tell you. We don't do promises, we don't do loyalty. It's each man for themselves, if you need to run, you run."
Ellie was quiet, letting out a shaky breath and squeezing Mona's thigh. Mona finally looked down at the contact and winced as if she was hurt, as if she could tell what Ellie was going to say next.
"And yet, you're still here."
Mona stared deep into Ellie's eyes, her gaze so intense it was hypnotising.
"I'll do it," Mona said softly. "I'm in."
Relief washed over her. Ellie smiled a little a nodded. As she did, a strand of hair came loose and fell in her face. As if on reflex, Mona's hand came up to brush the hair away, tucking it behind Ellie's ear. The gentle touch of Mona's fingers against her face made her sigh in contentment. Ellie had missed Mona's touch so much, she thought she could cry. It felt like an oasis after years of being parched.
Ellie thought Mona would pull her hand away, but she didn't. Instead, she let it rest on Ellie's cheek. Mona's warm hand cupped Ellie's cheek and Ellie leaned into it. She closed her eyes, reveling in the comfort and familiarity of it after 5 years. She moved her hand that was resting on Mona's thigh up her wrist, holding Mona's hand there, afraid Mona will move, afraid of missing the contact. But she didn't move. Instead, she whispered her name.
"Ellie."
Ellie's name coming out of Mona's mouth sounded so intimate, so precious. Ellie opened her eyes and her heart skipped a beat when she saw Mona staring back at her. She had never seen Mona look at her like that before. She looked soft, conflicted, as if she was fighting back. Ellie's lips parted and she noticed Mona's gaze look down at her mouth.
"Mona."
Ellie breathe her name out slowly, a praise, a hope, a gift. Silently wishing Mona would do what she'd been dreaming of for the past half decade. She was so close to getting what she wanted- no, what she needed. The touch, the gaze, the shallow breathes, it was all too much to handle. Ellie was ready to burst out of her skin, it was all too overwhelming.
"Fuck," Mona cursed, her resolve crumbling. She leaned into Ellie while pulling her closer as well. Their lips met halfway in a gasp and Ellie arms immediately wrapped around Mona's neck, her fingers playing with the baby hair on the nape of her neck. Mona moved her free arm around Ellie's waist and securely held her close.
Ellie could help but whimper at how good it felt to be in Mona's arms again, to be kissing her and holding her and savouring her. She had waited years to be able to do this again and it was beyond what she had hoped. She had forgotten how good Mona felt, she almost laughed at how she ever wondered why no one else could make her feel even a fraction of what Mona did. How could they when Mona made her feel like this.
Their lips moved in tandem and their grips on each other tightened. Even though Ellie had been waiting for so long for this, it was hard to believe any time had even passed between them with how in sync they were with each other.
Mona moaned softly into Ellie's mouth when she grabbed Mona's hair in her fist. Mona reluctantly pulled away and rested her forehead against Ellie's. Their hold on each other never ceasing as they tried to catch their breath.
Ellie felt delirious, she thought she would ascend at any moment. Mona softly brushed her thumb against her cheek. Ellie hummed softly at the touch and turned just the slightest bit to kiss the palm of Mona's hand. Mona sighed.
"I can't believe I'm still here."
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The ROD book 2 plot reveal on StoryLoom is FINALLY out and it sounds so good?????
**Small Spoilers for book 1 below**
SO glad that Mona broke out of prison but super disappointed in MC for not having a part in it. What was the point of telling her that we would get her out some day at the hospital if she was left to do it alone???????
I hope MC at least tried but was too late or something but there’s no way of knowing because the book was cancelled. I like that we get to be with the LI of our choice in the end though.
Also Colt being engaged was not something I expected to happen in a 5 year time skip lol
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crowleyco · 4 months
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youtube playlist!
spotify playlist!
google doc where i explain each song!
hello! this my playlist for mona from the choices game ride or die! some of these songs i see from mona herselfs pov, mc thinking about her, their relationship, & the aftermath of it! either way, it all relates back to her, so have fun listening, i hope you enjoy! if you want to know exactly why i chose these songs, please go to my google doc where i describe everything! i'll update this playlist when i find new songs! this is all ongoing & being updated!
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harbingerofdespair · 1 year
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Bring ride or die back, mona didn't deserve that
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aces-and-angels · 1 year
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Title: Just Try It (Vaughn ft. the Mercy Park Crew)
A/N: A forgotten fic found in the depths of my drafts- originally this was supposed to be for ROD week, but I never ended up posting it. Until now lol 
I have not seen a lot of Vaughn content since joining Tumblr. Maybe I’m not looking hard enough, or maybe this is the start of giving this side character the major love he deserves. Side characters create the perfect opportunity for crack!fics- and damn it, I want to create a crack!fic. Think of this as: if Ride or Die had a filler episode.
Rating: PG/PG-13 (Swearing)
Pairing(s): Colt x MC (implied)
Summary: Inspired by this article. Vaughn is in a culinary rut and needs to reignite his imagination. So, he calls up his favorite band of criminals to help him.
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“Vaughn, you in there man? Are you hurt?” Logan frantically scanned his place for any signs of a break in. No broken windows- a good sign. He jiggled the doorknob. Locked. The eerie silence didn’t do any favors for his anxiety. He glanced down at the text that had him bolting out of the shop to his cousin’s apartment. 
Vaughn: HELP- need you here ASAP. 
“Wait a minute,” Logan yanked his wrist free, “you’re not being murdered?!”
His head snapped up at the sound of the door opening. “Thank God, you’re here!” Vaughn pulled him inside and shut the door. “We have a shit load to do. Sooner we start, the better.” Logan was dragged into the kitchen where he saw piles of grocery bags filling up all the counter space. Annoyed, he gave his very unharmed cousin a glare.
“Why would you think I was being murdered?” He shoved his phone in Vaughn's face. He squinted as he read the small text on the screen. “That message was accurate. I regret none of those words.”
“Vaughn, there’s an entire gang out currently hunting my ass down. The hell was I supposed to think?”
“Look, I’m sorry. But I’m fine, see?“ He twisted his harms, "No stab wounds, I can walk, and I still look incredible.” Logan’s lip twitched upwards, the worry fading away from his body.
“You’re a six at best,” he teased, chuckling at his cousin gasping in mock-offense. “So, what’s with all the food?” He got a better look of his kitchen island. Pickles, blueberries, sesame seeds. “And what the hell are you trying to make?”
“I’m in a rut man,” Vaughn sighed, ignoring his question. “I haven’t come up with any new dishes for the truck in weeks and customers are starting to notice.”
“Is it really that bad?” 
“Yes it’s really that bad,” he echoed, “now call up the rest of the dream team. We’ve got work to do.”
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One quick text to the group chat later, the rest of the crew arrived and were sat in front of a table full of questionable looking dishes 
“Why did I come here?” Colt groaned, wishing he hadn’t followed Ellie.
Mona poked at a bowl of ice cream topped with diced pickles. “Full offense, V, I think these combos are going to put you out of business.” 
“We came because Vaughn needs our help,” she squeezed his hand underneath the table, partly to lift his spirits, mostly to make sure he didn’t run out the door. 
“You haven’t even tried anything yet,” he whined, setting down another one of his creations on the table, “look at Toby. Now that looks like a satisfied customer.” The group whirled their heads around to see him scarfing down a steak smothered in blueberry jam.  
“Wha-?” he asked, mouth full of food, “’s free.” 
Colt rolled his eyes, stabbing his fork into a green apple slice smothered in salsa. He took a deep breath before shoving the fork in his mouth. “How is it?” Ellie peered into her boyfriend’s eyes, trying to gauge his reaction. Wordlessly, he placed his fork to her lips for her to taste as well. She took a small bite, chewing slowly before swallowing. “Too much apple, not enough salsa.” 
“That’s what I thought,” Colt hummed, pushing the bowl back towards Vaughn. “You gotta dice the apple, man.” 
“It’s awful, but I can’t stop eating it.” His face contorted in disgust as he bit into another fry. “ My brain keeps gaslighting itself into thinking my experience is going to change.” 
“Dice the apple, got it,” Vaughn wrote down his feedback in his notepad. “Logan, how’re the honey chili fries with pickles?”
“Yeah, you can pair it with this salad that’s bringing up my repressed childhood trauma,” Mona deadpanned.
“Fries-induced Stockholm syndrome,” he scribbled another note down. “That could be a fun special, right?”
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Over the next few hours, the crew reluctantly filled their stomachs with Vaughn’s experiments, each one stranger than the last. After the last dish, they all sprawled out in the living room. 
“I’m definitely going to poop weird later,” Toby blurted out, breaking the silence.
“Dude, shut up,” Logan groaned. He was lying flat on his back, trying to ignore the growing pain in his abdomen.
“If I have to try another pickle-infused dish, I’m going to kill the next thing that moves,” Colt threatened.
“I’ll help you,” Ellie grumbled, her cheery disposition replaced with utter regret after the fifth pickle-forward recipe. “Why don’t people just sell pickles by themselves? You don’t need to do anything special to them,” her rant was muffled into Colt’s shoulder. He attempted to soothe her by kissing her temple while lightly stroking her back. The gesture seemed to work, as he felt her shoulders relax into him.
“Could you two be less nauseating? I’m trying not to hack up that salad,” Mona glared at the touchy couple across from her. With his free hand, Colt flipped her off, the grip on his girlfriend slightly tightening in defiance. She responded by flipping him off with both her hands. 
“I know y’all are hurting right now, but I really appreciate the help,” Vaughn said earnestly. Despite the twinge of guilt that he felt at seeing his friends suffer, he was certain that all those taste tests would help him keep his food truck afloat.
“No worries, man. Glad we could help,” Logan said with a strained voice, a new wave of pain hitting his stomach. 
“Speak for yourself, pretty boy,” Colt scoffed. He turned his head towards Vaughn, “I’m serious about killing you if you shove another plate in my face.” 
“Noted,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, feel free to crash here until you feel better.” The crew members mumbled a bunch of nonsense, which Vaughn took as an okay. 
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sharpstake · 3 months
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rod makes me so so insane even all these years later. logan who believes the lie that he’s more cutthroat than he is, lying to himself that he’d cut and run when it was time, only to cling to scraps of affection. mona who doesnt carry the same defensiveness about trust that colt and logan do, who refused to let herself be tied down, taking the fall for a pretty girl once more, finally finding someone worth trusting. colt watching his father burn up and wish only that his son escapes a life he never knew any differently from, only for his death to solidify colt’s reclamation of it.
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marshallmallows · 1 year
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if immortal desires got a sequel despite their initial plans to not have one because of fandom uproar then maybe ride or die can have the same fate… please yall….
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storyofmychoices · 1 year
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SpreadJoy #738: spreading positivity with quotes and @playchoices characters.
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notesfromachair · 4 months
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Holiday Confidence
It would be so nice just to talk about movies.   We’ll get to that and a lot more next week.   But okay, if you must know, I’ve seen about two thirds of the most highly touted films of 2023 and so far my top two are Maestro and Oppenheimer.  I do not care about the nose (and neither should you) This leaves out a bunch of non-English language films I hear are great but are not yet available,…
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monaownsmyass · 4 months
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Are any Mona lovers still alive here?👀 I’m writing a lil snippet of how I’d picture RoD2 to go down, more specifically, Mona and MC meeting again for the first time. I think I’ll be posting the fic soon so keep an eye out and lmk if you wanna be tagged 😙
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Patiently waiting to see if any fic writers are inspired to write Mona x MC fics now that ride or die 2’s plot is out 👀
I wish the writers were able to be more descriptive cuz I’m curious to see the crew’s reaction to MC tracking them down. Like are they upset she’s involved in this stuff again or are they happy to see her? I wanna read their reunions so bad ;-; and how their relationships develop after how things ended in book 1
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harbingerofdespair · 9 months
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Top 5 choices books
Bloodbound
Ride or die
Immortal desires
Blades of light and shadow
Queen B
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ithinkinggenshin · 2 years
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are your asks open? i NEED more of “how you fuck genshin girls” it was fr so good(sorry if im doing this wrong this is my first ask and im desperate)
More How You Fuck Genshin Women
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Characters: Mona, Hu Tao, Yun Jin, Kuki Shinobu, Yoimiya
Pairings: Fem!Reader x ^above characters
Warnings: SMUT, degradation, use of toys, blackmail mentioned, exhibition kink, reader's body is vague
Word count: 2.5k
Synopsis: mona's a slut, hu tao likes exhibitionism, yun jin deserves more love, kuki needs someone reliable in her life, and yoimiya is horny
Extra Notes: Hehe you’re all good, don’t worry! I’m glad you liked the first one ^-^
Here's the first fic of this
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Mona: 
You sigh and scrape your fingertips against her scalp, pushing her closer to you. Her nose is pressed against your corse, pubic hairs, and you laugh at her muffled whines. 
“Who else knows how much of a slut Lady Megistus is, I wonder?” 
Mona glares up at you. 
“You aren’t even in debt to me anymore. Do you just like being my bitch?”
She tries to push off of you, but your grip on her hair and keep her in place. She can pull all she wants but resisting will only cause her pain. Your laugh is pure evil in her ears. 
All of her whining just sends more vibrations through you. Her pathetic need to talk only pleasures you more. She whines and complains to try and convince herself that she’s not as lewd as you make her out to be. 
But you both know that you’re right.
Even her little scryglass would reflect this fact, displaying an image of her on her knees, her face coated in your cum and juices. 
She’ll never admit it to anyone, but she loves when you use her. You’re so overwhelming, dominating her in a way that gives her no other option than to bend to your will (literally). 
You laugh at how convinced she’s not the one doing this to herself. You don’t have to do anything, pitiful Mona will come crawling back to you to be fucked full again and again. Of course, you always indulge her, fucking her until she admits that she can’t resist you, that she always wants you to use her. She somehow fails to notice that she’s the one making everything rougher on herself. When you fuck her throat, she’ll grip your thighs, and use them to leverage herself so she takes more. She’ll hump your thigh but blame you for bouncing your leg. She so desperately clings to her pride, but always loses it in the end. 
She’s not even subtle about her need to be treated roughly. You once decided to test and see how far she’d go in ruining herself without your help. 
When Mona saw the thick, blunt rod leaning against the wall in your room she gasped and nearly fell off your thigh. You curled your fingers inside of her and asked if she wanted to be impaled on it. She said no, but her eyes never left it. You continued to finger her slowly, until she finally caved and begged for more. You even gave her a choice, something nice and casual, or to be split in half on the rod. She continues to pretend as she makes the excuse, “Well clearly you want to see me do the latter, and while I shouldn’t give you that satisfaction, I’ll do it to repay you.” She doesn’t say a word when you ask her what she’s repaying you for. She simply walks over to the shaft and takes it in her hands, carrying it back to you. 
It’s not long later that she’s on her hands and knees, moaning and howling as she takes more and more of it inside her, her pussy greedily sucking it in. She clenches down on it, you’re pretty sure she’s already cum twice now. Mona whines and says it’s too much. That you can’t put more in, that she can’t take it. But you haven’t done anything. Your hands aren't even on it. She’s the one backing herself onto it, pushing it deeper and deeper into her pussy. She’s the one rocking back and forth. 
When you tell her this, she turns back to look at you, her eyes widen in disbelief. But it’s true. Only your elbows are on the staff so as to keep it from falling off your lap from Mona’s violent thrusting. 
For once the great Lady Megistus has no answer, no excuse. She just turns and faces forward again and shakily asks you to help her with some of the work. Your maniacal laugh mocks her more as you push her head down so her face is against the plush carpet on the floor and you use both hands to practically pull the pole out of her. Her whine at the loss quickly becomes a moan as you shove it back inside. You and her work together to ruin her as the staff thoroughly overfills her cunt. 
Nothing’s changed since then. She’s still the same stubborn and prideful woman that refuses to acknowledge her ways of promoting your rough treatment of her body. But that’s fine with you. You prefer when she’s loud and defiant. It makes it more satisfying when you finally hear her break and beg for you. Then suddenly she’s moaning your name, blabbering about how good you make her feel. 
Hu Tao:
Hu Tao is talkative during sex. You two joke in bed all the time. She doesn’t like to get too serious, so she shows her appreciation for you with her submission. She grips you tight as you kiss her hard and ravage her. Her teasing voice gives way to the prettiest sighs and moans. She may like pulling pranks on people, but you think her screams are the best. 
You like to take advantage of the fact that she gets off on the feeling of being exposed, teasing her in public and letting her drag you to secluded areas so that you’ll fix the mess you’ve made of her. When you’re at home it’s like a hurricane blows through your living space. You fuck her against the door and by the window. You make her face herself in the mirror as you plow into her from behind. You trace and mark her all over, finding new sensitive spots to tease every time you explore her body. 
Hu Tao insists that she’s not that loud, but you two have recently been getting more and more complaints and worried questions about “ghosts screaming” in the middle of the night the days after you two are together. You two share a look, and later on your girlfriend says that you’re the best thing to ever happen to her business, because now it’s booming with commissions to find the “ghosts” that keep disturbing the peace around the city. She often comes home to tell you about the wild goose chases she goes on for these people, barely managing to keep the memory of you fucking her against the walls of those buildings at bay. 
You find yourself walking over to her, dipping your hand into her shorts to find her soaked through her panties. She tries to keep talking but it’s all lost to the needy sighs that she can’t stop as you run your finger through her folds. Her thighs only clench harder as you mock her for being such a slut. These poor people think they can be saved from her. Maybe you should reveal the truth to everyone by stringing her up and leaving her naked and exposed in the same alley they had her exorcise. You can’t help but laugh as your girlfriend’s only response is to rock her hips into your hand as the thought of you showing her off as yours worms its way into her brain. 
You “ruin” the fantasy when you growl in her ear that you’d never let others see her in such a debauched state. It’s all for your eyes only. You can’t tell what’s turning her on more, the idea of being ruined in public, or the fact that you’re so possessive of her. Either way, Hu Tao loves the fact that she belongs to you, both in public and private. 
Yun Jin: 
You're a terrible influence. The elders of her troupe have banned you two from seeing each other. Yun Jin's manager even says you two shouldn't get together when Yun jin is nearing a performance, which isn't fair because she's booked to perform so often. 
But here you are. Having her sing for you in a completely different way than what patrons will hear tonight at her show. 
Yun Jin wonders if she should be ashamed of how much she likes being fucked by you. How much she likes having your fingers push her to the brink and back again. The way you tease her nipples and share rough kisses in secret. Not to mention, she's obsessed with the taste of you. When it comes to oral sex, she’ll do it voluntarily, but it’s much better when it’s you pushing her head down and commanding her to taste and swallow you whole. 
It’s almost criminal how much you damage your sweet, divine damsel like this. The way you bite and bruise her porcelain skin, then make her shiver and shake with each touch. You tell your doll that she doesn’t have to dance or do any of the work, you’ll mold and shape her to your liking. You like watching her readily agrees, eyes squeezed shut as you finally dip your fingers inside her soaked cunt. Yun Jin bites her lip to stop herself from begging for more. She doesn’t think she should be crying for release when you’ve only just added a second finger, slowly fucking them inside her.
Her teeth leave her bottom lip as she yelps, her skin shocked by the slap you just gave. 
“Don’t hold back on me,” you order. 
“Ah i-I’m sorry. Please… please make me cum,” Yun Jin moans as you add a third finger. 
You chuckle darkly and smile softly at her, a gleam of excitement reflected in your eyes. This is just the beginning. You’ll make sure she’s too exhausted to carry herself back to her troupe by the time you’re done. You’ll make sure she enjoys her time with you, seeing as you don’t plan on releasing anytime soon. 
Kuki:
To say that you're the only reliable person in her life wouldn't be an exaggeration. The others only caused more problems for her. But you were often the solution. The solution to her stress and needs. 
You fuck her so throughly, until she's boneless on the bed. You prove yourself even better as you gently wipe her down with a wet towel and then crawl in to cuddle her. 
You make her feel the most alive and bring her the most peace. You make her heart race but then soothe her so well. 
She's not sure she could live with you. 
She often offers to pay you back, but you always say that you're most satisfied when you make her cum beneath you. Kuki blushes at such a bold statement but nods. She likes it too. 
You two are often in the sweetest, most loving positions as you dirty each other’s soul. One of your arms stays wrapped around her waist as the other follows your fingers, crawling down her torso till you tap and tease her cute clitty. 
Kuki never wants to be teased for long, so she’ll quickly move and get up, changing positions so that you’ll fuck her sooner. You don’t say anything as you follow ensue, quickly inserting two fingers into her tight pussy and scissoring them. You lean on her back, arm still around her waist as you languidly fuck her with your two fingers. You suck a hickey between her shoulder blades. She moans softly, strong hands and knees never giving way as you pick up the pace. You’re soon pounding her pussy with three fingers curled inside, all while you’re biting teeth marks into her back. Your other arm is no longer around her waist and instead your hand is tugging at her nipple. 
You love how tight your girlfriend is around you. She sucks you in greedily and clamps down hard so you won’t stop. Some nights you can’t stop your urge to work her up to the point that she’s taking your whole hand inside her warm cunt. Other nights you like to make her lay on her back as you eat her out, till your jaw is sore and headaches from how much she’s been pulling your hair. Her entire being envelopes you in its essence as you overwhelm her with your actions. The perfect combination. 
Yoimiya: 
Hard and fast are the two words the summarize sex with her. 
Plow into her so hard the bed shakes and you have to dig your fingers inside her mouth as a way of keeping your grip, the rest of her body shaking too much to give you the right support. 
Yoimiya doesn’t care if her face is mashed against the mattress or the headboard. She doesn’t care if she’s loud enough to wake the neighborhood. She doesn't care if she’s already cum five times. She wants you to fuck her till she’s limp and loose. She wants you to fuck her till she passes out from the pleasure. 
You’re more than happy to do it all for her. You like to keep things simple. If Yoimiya’s going to cum, it’s going to be from your actions and nothing else. So you only have one toy to use off and on, when your arm is too sore from doing all the work, and you want to watch as your girlfriend’s cute cunt stretches to take the thick object. You don’t get to admire the view for long. Yoimiya will be telling you to absolutely ruin her with it before she’s even taken the last two inches. She’s trying to help in thrusting her hips back, but if anything she’s just making it harder to keep it inside. She’s too excited and shaky. She just needs to cum again. Make her see stars as she squirts all over your arm. 
You can’t contain her. Only indulge as she offers to ride you or hump your leg or sit on your face. Anything and everything if it means she can cum again. If it means that you’ll tell her how pretty she is as she loses her mind, as she clenches her thighs and squeezes the life out of you. 
She always wants more. Even when she’s completely unable to stay upright, collapsed on the bed. She just wants one more. Please make her cum one more time. She’ll scream your name. Beg and moan and cry for you. Anything if you’ll fuck her again. She can’t get enough of your touch. 
She’s always so desperate during these sessions because she can’t get off by herself. She needs you. It has to be you to help her find relief. It has to be you or else she can’t cum. So she’s begging you to fuck her. She’s been so pent up. She wants her reward for being good all week. She wants you to take care of her. Yoimiya promises to do anything you ask. 
She looks so elated when you agree to help her. She’s so eager as she takes your tongue and fingers. She never stops moaning as you fuck her. Yoimiya wishes the feelings you give her would last forever, wishes that these moments would never end. At the very least, promise her that you’ll do it all again next week. Sooner if possible. As long as you always come back to her, Yoimiya will be happy.
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roxanna-moxie · 27 days
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Sim Dump: Bustin Out Console
CC included, much like my TS1 Console sim dump they've all been made using Pooklet's method, and are all in one 7z.
Mimi and Dudley Landgraab:
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Artie Fischl and Charity Grant:
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Max and Goldie Toane:
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Makino Nada and Vaughn Braun:
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Fanny Adore and Humphrey Hawks:
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General Payne and Maxine Powers:
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Ying Yangst and Chase Skurtz:
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Mona Lott and Bing Bling:
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Randy Hart (who gets a pink anime hair cuz I have no rainbow afros in my folder oops) and Paisley Rainbow:
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Debbie, Candi, Ginger and Pamela Frutti! I made Debbie a dark blonde since she was a blonde in TS1 console.
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Peter, Ziggy, Woody and Rod Tutti:
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And as an added bonus: May Party Girls Frutti and Randy Party Guys Tutti! I figured I'd add them here since they were marriage candidates in TS1 Console along with the other Tuttis and Fruttis but weren't carried over into Bustin Out.
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Download them all here!
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coltkaneko · 4 months
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okay here's the thing i'm even more ??? that rod 2 didn't happen now. bc that plot makes a lot of sense and it doesn't sound like it would have gotten a third book or like it would have needed one based on the description.
i think that the logan and mona romances are pretty linear here and make the most sense with the story, but that's what i've always found so interesting about colt is that he's the outlier. i've always been torn on if he'd take his dad's sacrifice in vain or not and go legit or not. on one hand, i feel like he'd want to avenge his dad, on the other when that anger subsided i feel like he'd be smart and do the right thing. i saw a lot of people in the comments on the reddit post where i took the screenshot from talking about how they were disappointed in what the colt/mc storyline would be and how it felt like character regression for him and the mc. and my response to that as the self proclaimed #1 colt kaneko stan is yes and no? i mean yes, it is character regression, but that is also kinda the whole point of rod and colt and mc always brought out the worst in each other in that sense.
mc is the 'good girl' but she doesn't bring out the good in colt the way that she does in logan. out of the three main lis, logan is the only one i would call a good person, colt and mona are both morally gray. mona's mindset is about survival while colt's is selfish. he does what he wants to get what he wants. whereas i would say that the mc has a positive affect on mona and logan, i would say that colt has a negative affect on the mc. she chooses to love him despite what he does and the lack of remorse that he shows. while andrew says that what colt does is mostly on the books, i have a hard time believing that that isn't mostly out of self interest in some way. i guess what i'm saying is i doubt how much he's truly changed. and i'm sure that the engagement is tied to that because as an industry leader, there must be benefits to be being engaged to the mayor's daughter. and i'm not saying that he doesn't love her, but it does seem like a strategic choice to get close to her.
my guess for why colt would join the old crew other than any lingering feelings for mc would be out of allegiance or vengeance for his father. and then when bringing back the point of character regression, this would be colt's choice and much as it is the mc's choice to be returning to this life in the first place. might it feel shitty for some people to see a recent college grad and a 25ish year old who recently turned his life around giving it up for a life a crime and an old relationship? sure. is it toxic and co-dependent? yeah. but idk colt and mc were always this way and the inherent struggle of colt's character has always been colt's idea of making his dad proud versus the life his dad actually wanted for him. they were like this in book 1 and i personally really really wish i could read book 2
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