#— 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 ! ⟡₊ ˚⊹｡⋆

[staruus]

𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒!

❝‘𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄! ❞

𝐘/𝐍 𝐋/𝐍

“I need you, idiot,”

You and your friend group decide to plan a trip to Las Vegas. When you arrived, you didn’t plan to entangle yourself with Satoru Gojo, your rival, of all people. Unfortunately, he was in the same friend group as you. So how the hell can you try and avoid him when he’s always right by your side?

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

“Kiss me, you piece of shit.”

Satoru Gojo, your rival. He was everything a women wanted in a man. He was hot, athletic, tall, and surprisingly smart. But he only had his eyes on one girl, and that girl was you. So the second he heard that everyone was going to Vegas, he couldn’t wait to finally shoot his shot.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: Romance, drama, comedy

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Takes place in Las Vegas, normal au (no curses), rivals to lovers, Satoru is a tiny bit possessive, jealous Satoru, cursing, drinking, smoking, gambling, mentions of drugs, partying, clubbing, fighting, mentions of death, blood, violence, slightly ooc, sfw, suggestive

𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

𝟎𝟏 . . . 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒!

𝟎𝟐 . . . 𝐍𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!

𝟎𝟑 . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞!

𝟎𝟒 . . . 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮!

𝟎𝟓 . . . 𝐃𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮!

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @catobsessedlady @unknownworld101 @itzjuliana @stargirlminiii @faeriesworld101 @unknown5029

[wiildroses]

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[chaossturns]

𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

⋆⑅˚₊ — synopsis: you and the triplets visit Las Vegas for the weekend but when you guys go out to party, the tension rises between you and matt

⋆⑅˚₊ — pairing: dom!matt x poc!reader

⋆⑅˚₊ — warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, backshots, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap up tf), oral (fem!receiving), slight choking, use of pet names, spanking, and overstimulation

a/n: the smut was a bit rushed only bc this intro was long as fuck , but this fic has me going insane. also come here to join the taglist !!

⋆⑅˚₊ — word count: 2.4k (longest one yet)

not proofread

Warm summer air drifted around your body, goosebumps jumping across your skin as the wind blew. Chattering bouncing off the building walls, echoing out into the air.

“How much longer do we have to wait?” Chris whines, becoming impatient with the line of people waiting to enter the club. “Dude, shut up we don’t have long.” Matt says, rolling his eyes at Chris’s behavior.

It was currently 10:30 pm, the heat was absolutely excessive at this time of night. You had gotten invited by Matt to go on this quick trip, but he practically had to beg you to come.

𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊

 “C'mon please.” He said, putting his hand in a praying position. “We’ll have fun. Nick will be there which means you won’t be as bored.” He continued. Matt had a point, but you still weren’t budging.

“Matt, are you serious right now?” You ask, a small laugh dropping for your lips. “I’m dead serious.” He says, looking down at you with a small pout on his face. “We can go out and do the things you want, just come with please.” He said one last time, hoping you will finally agree with his continuous begging.

You thought about it, the gears clicking in your head. But you don’t know why Matt wanted you to go so bad. “Okay fine Matt, I’ll go.” You say, making Matt smile ear to ear as those words left your lips. “You won’t regret it.” He says, walking back towards his room.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

You were dressed in a dazzling, sparkly dress. The gems glistening underneath the shining lights upon the building, your heels doing the same. Matt was taking in the view of you, examining how your dress had a snug fit around your curves. He watched as you engaged in a conversation with Nick, your smile peaking out as he cracked a joke.

You feel eyes burning in the side of your face, turning your attention on Matt as his eyes effortlessly scaled your body. Your teeth nibble on your bottom lip as his eyesight fixes on you, causing him to drop his head and continue his chat with Chris.

“Girl, hello.” Nick says, waving his hand in front of your face. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment from being caught staring at your friend's brother. “Yeah, sorry I was jus–.” You start to say. “Mhm yeah I saw, you have to make a move before someone scoops him up.” Nick says. He knew you always found his brother utterly handsome, but you weren't sure if it was initially fine for the feelings to be up in the air.

After Nick finishes his sentence, you’re next up in line. The security does the normal ID check and lets you pass. The sound of Lil Baby’s voice rang throughout the club like a bell, men and women’s bodies buzzing with energy. You feel Nick’s hand grasp onto your wrist, breaking you out of your trance.

“Let's go get a drink bitch!” He yells, making sure you were able to hear him over the blaring music. He drags you to the bar, ordering four shots of vodka for the both of you. Nick downs his two in an instant, leading you to clutch the shot glasses and do the same. Your face scrunches up in disgust, reminding you how much you hated vodka.

As you and Nick were still congregated by the bar, the song “Throw Sum Mo” by Rae Sremmurd ft. Nicki Minaj & Young Thug began to play. You squeal, wrapping your hand around Nick's bicep and hauling him towards the dance floor.

Ass fat (uh, bust it), yeah I know, you just got cash (mm, bust it)

Blow sum mo’ (word), blow sum mo’ (bust it), blow sum mo’

The more you spend it, (yeah, bust it), the faster it go (yeah, go)

Bad bitches (bust it), on the floor (uh huh)

You and Nick are now in the middle of the floor, singing Nicki’s lyrics under as you point and look at Nick.

It’s rainin�� hundreds (bust it), throw sum mo’ (okay)

Throw sum mo’ (yeah, bust it), throw sum mo’ (word)

Throw sum mo’ (yeah), throw sum mo’

Nick now pulls out his phone, turning the flash on and recording you.

“HI, BYE HATER, I FLOOD THE CLUB WITH PAPER.” You yell, maintaining eye contact with the camera as you continue to rap along. “SHORTY GOT A ASS, SOME FOR NOW AND SOME FOR LATER.” You continue, turning your back towards the camera, and bending over while shaking your ass.

“YES,” He screams, “FUCK IT UP BITCH!” He says, playfully smacking your ass as it recoils. After a few more seconds you stand up straight, resuming your rapping with Nick. He comes closer to you, reaching in to ask you a question. “I’m going back to the bar, do you want anything to drink?” He says. “Yes please, can you get me a vodka lemonade?” You ask, your throat now needing a drink to replenish its dryness. He nods, marching his way to the lit up counter.

You stay where you are, slightly swaying your hips to the song as you wait for Nick. Pulling your phone you go to your camera, making sure your makeup is still intact. By the time you finish Nick comes up against you, passing you the cold drink. “Thank you babe!” You exclaim, giving him an air kiss. He smiles, persistently taking sips from his drink.

The music changes, Flo Milli’s voice filling the room as her song “Never Lose Me” plays.

Never had a bitch like me in your life

And you ain’t never had a bitch like me in your life, uh

Never had a bitch like me in your life

You ain’t never had a bitch like me in your life (yeah)

Nick’s arm extends up, holding your hand in his as you spin and drop down while shaking your ass. You come back up, singing along to the song as you feel a presence behind you. Without checking who it is, you begin to grind on the person's body. Nick, who was turned, faces you with his eyes immediately widening. This makes you toss your head up, getting a view on who was behind you.

The familiar face of Matt was staring down at you, a sly smirk resting on his lips. You try to move away from him, but his arms which are wrapped around your waist prohibit you from doing so. “Don’t stop ma, continue dancing.” He says, leaning down and placing a small kiss on your neck. Your grip on the cup becomes tight, becoming all flustered from being this close to Matt.

Your eyes flicker to Nick’s, confused on what to do in this situation. Nick see’s the unsure on your face, deciding to remove himself from the current predicament and leave you and Matt alone. Matt spins you around, placing your chin between his fingers as his thumb caresses the side of your cheek.

“You looked so good out there. It had me going absolutely crazy.” He says, the smell of alcohol present in his mouth. He grabs your cup and takes a plentiful amount from his mouth, using his pointer finger to open your mouth, and letting the liquor fall from his mouth into yours. You reluctantly swallow, prolonging your eye contact with Matt’s blue orbs that are swirling with lust and desire.

Your body became rather hot and bothered, not knowing if it was from the people surrounding you or the current tension between you and Matt. His lips find his way to yours, closing the gap between each other entirely. It was like the room went totally silent, his mouth smoothly mushed with yours, and moved in such passion. Your hand finds its way to his cheek, squeezing onto it for dear life. Matt’s tongue invades your mouth, dancing around with yours as you fight for dominance.

“We should take this to the room.” You say between kisses, the makeout session becoming to steamy for the public eye. Matt simply nods his head, calling an uber, and pulling you out the club to the outdoors.

As you waited Matt placed you in front of him, his fingers brushing your hip as he planted soft kisses along your bare shoulder. You shudder underneath his touch, your legs rubbing together to get some friction. Just before Matt spoke up, the uber had pulled up, and you immediately made your way to the car. Music quietly played in the background, the traffic not being too much of a hassle at this time of night. Matt’s hand crept between your thighs, fumbling with the lacey fabric of your panties. Your legs squeeze shut, arousal beginning to build up.

“Matt, cut it out.” You say into his ear, knowing the hotel is only a block from where you are. “I can’t mama, I need you so bad.” He says, his fingers itching closer to your clit. This time your hand meets his, removing it from below your dress. Luckily after you did this the uber park outside your hotel, leaving Matt to hastily get out and practically yank you out the car.

“Impatient are we?” You tease him, your heel clacking on the hotel lobby floors. While reaching the elevator Matt repeatedly presses the up button, the need of being inside you overtaking his mind. A bell dings, the doors to the elevator automatically opening. Matt steps in first and clicks the 16th floor button, the doors shutting shortly after. He turns to you, pinning your arms above your head as he attacks your plush lips.

He uses his free hand to grasp your thighs, wrapping them around his torso. The hardness of his dick is perfectly aligned with your heat, making you rub against him. A low moan leaves your mouth, Matt’s tongue clashing with yours. The sound of the bell occurs again, causing his grip on your arms to loosen and wrap them around his neck. He carries you to the room, earning a click from the door as the keycard connects.

When you enter the room a chilling air rushing over your body, making you shiver as Matt kicks the door shut. He plops you onto the bed, your boobs jumping from the sudden action. Matt gets down on his knees and pries your legs open, revealing the wetness soaked into your panties.

“Who made you this wet hm?” Matt asks, the feeling of his lips tracing kisses from your calf to your inner thighs. “You Matt.” You whimper out, his lips now pressing against your core. You feel his arms enclose around your pelvis, the warmth of his tongue swiping against your folds giving you a sense of relief. His mouth is working wonders upon you, the point of his nose grazing your sensitive bud.

The sound of your pussy being sucked and slurped bounced off the hotel room walls, your hand drifting down to Matt’s soft locs, clutching onto them with a harsh grip. A groan emits from his throat, your body feening for more as the vibrations flood every inch of your body. Constant whines drop from your lips, grinding your lower half onto Matt’s face.

“Oh fuck.” You say, releasing uneven breaths as Matt continues his tortuous licks. He drags his fingers down to your clit, his muscle entering your soaked hole. A drawn-out moan pours out of you, the pleasure from his fingers working on your clit and his tongue dipping in out of you driving you over the edge.

“M’close Matt.” a series of broken moans being put out into the air. “C’mon, give it to me baby.” He says, his words being slightly muffled due to how buried he is in your pussy. He drags a few more laps before your cum leaks onto his tongue. Matt licks up the rest of your juices before coming up, his hands reaching to undo your dress latched around your neck. Your boobs are now free, the cold air flowing in the air causing your nipples to become hard.

Matt stands up straight pulling his black tee over his head and unzipping the zip of his shorts, the material of the shorts rubbing together as they fall to the floor. His hard dick was protruding through his black boxers, aching to be released from their restraints.

“Face down, ass up for me mama.” He says in a sultry voice, watching as you comply with his request. You hear his feet shuffle behind you, the palm of his hand sending a strident slap to your ass. You yelp out, the stinging sensation piercing into your skin. Matt rubs the spot he slapped, trying to reduce the pain level.

You crane your neck to see Matt pump himself in his hand, sending you a slick smile before his tip reaches your entrance. He slips in easily, your slick making it effortless as he starts to plunge thoroughly. A pornographic moan leaves your throat, your fingers gripping onto the lush comforter beneath you. Matt was stretching you out in the most perfect way ever, your walls pulsating around his length.

Matt thrusts his hips into yours at a surreal pace, the hotel bed letting out quiet squeaks. Low moans could be heard from behind you, his fingernails digging into your skin.

“Fuck mama, you’re so tight.” Matt grunts, diving deeper into your drenched cunt. From this position he was reaching angles that seemed entirely impossible to get to. “you’re s-so deep.” you whimper out, the way his dick is brushing against your walls makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He quickens the speed of his strokes and puts one his legs on the bed, creating an ungodly pressure to form in your lower abdomen. “It’s too, mm, much Matt” your body slowly inching away from him. “Nope, take it.” He grits out, pulling your body closer as he trails his fingers down to toy with your clit.

“Shit Matt!” You exclaim, tears clouding your vision as Matt rubs you clit at an animalistic level. His name left your throat a thousand times, the pleasure becoming unbearable. He removes his fingers from your bud, attaching them to your neck, and gently presses them down on your neck.

An extraordinary amount of relief flushes over your body as you came, earning an ear piercing moan echoing through the air. Matt was still continuing his work inside you, the sensation becoming overwhelming.

You felt your insides suffocate his dick, feeling his dick twitch as his strokes come to stop. The warmth of Matt’s cum on your back spreads throughout your body, a moan following after. You fall on the bed, heavy breaths leaving your mouth.

“So, do you regret coming to Vegas, baby?” Matt asks, pressing a small smack to your ass as he retreats to the bathroom.

tags: @mattscoquette @mattslolita @luverboychris @l0ver-i @sturnsslut @bigbeefybitch @rileysturniolo @itsnotmariahh @summerssover @mattssluttygf @hoesformatt @sturniyolo69 @luvs4matt @immattsslut

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𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐗 '𝟕𝟑 — 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐘𝐎𝐔 (𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄) 𝐗 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖 𝐀 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟎𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐔 𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓. 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝟏𝟖+. 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄: 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐗, 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐄, 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍.

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆. 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐗 '𝟕𝟑 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟑 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐯𝐞—𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐗, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟎’𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐮𝐩 𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 “𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫” 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨-𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐢𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ��𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨--𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀: 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐀 —𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎, 𝐓𝐗 —𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝐓𝐇, 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟑

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐗, 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐀: 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 —𝐘𝐔𝐌𝐀, 𝐀𝐙 —𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟐𝐍𝐃, 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟑

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍, 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐁: 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 —𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒, 𝐍𝐕 —𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟒𝐓𝐇, 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟑

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍, 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐁: 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 —𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐄, 𝐍𝐘 —𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟏𝟗𝐓𝐇, 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟓

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐂 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘. 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒! 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 ��𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘. 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐗, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐉𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐂, 𝐓𝐎𝐎. 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐉𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃.

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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 — hozier, bear mcreary.

𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄 — charli xcx.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 — cocteau twins.

𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 — the crane wives.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 — ramin djawadi.

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🎲 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 - 𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐗𝐄.

" 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞. 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥. "

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐭, 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐠�� 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞.

" 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, *𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬*. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫. "

𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐕!𝐀𝐔 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐱𝐞 𝐱 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫!𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫.

♥️= smut. ♣️= fluff. ♦️= angst. ♠️ = comfort.

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍.

♣️ KICK IN THE HEAD | when Sam stumbles across a messy grave and digs you up, he simply can't take his eyes off you and takes you home to heal. 1,8k.

♣️ MY HEAD KEEPS SPINNIN' | once well rested, Sam explains your first job for him. when you come back after a job well done, he lays out his plan to go after Benny. or, things get a little hot between you two. 1,9k.

♣️♥️ UNTITLED CHAPTER | description not found!

♦️24 LITTLE HOURS | a job went south; landing you tied up in a chair in Benny's warehouse. in a turn of events you find out just how Sam's made it through all the years he's been alive — the consequence of witnessing it leaving you with very real feeling nightmares after making out of the warehouse; Benny's bloody and beaten corpse growing cold. 3,1k.

more to come !

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒.

♥️ LOVE LOST IN LOVE | a job perfectly well done deserves a high reward, don't you agree? and no caps or gifts could ever compare to Sam's skilled tongue. 0,9k.

♣️ 'TIL SOMEBODY LOVES YOU | a love and admiration like Sam's for you was foreign to you — in that it was pleasant, but hard to get used to. 0,9k.

♠️ LEAVIN' ON YOUR MIND | Sam sits you down and tells you everything — his mutation, the serum and a chunk of his life before the war. and despite the pain of having thought he had died in the previous fight with Benny, all you seem to be able to do, is ache for his pain.

more to come !

𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 & 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒.

♣️ PUT A SPELL ON YOU | their journey after answers leads Cooper and Lucy to Vegas — and when Cooper finds out the Sam Axe still runs his casino, he can't not check it out. + Lucy can't help but stare in awe at you. 1,9k.

♣️ ONLY YOU (AND YOU ALONE) | when Sam turns down Lucy, it in turn makes her wonder how he lets you and Cooper get so close, so he explains the bond between you and Sam. + a little extra Sam backstory. 0,9k.

♣️ UNFORGETTABLE, YOU | you and Lucy have a girls night in together, doing her hair and dressing up. when Sam and Cooper arrive back at the penthouse, the two of you have had plenty to drink. + Sam & Cooper can't stop smiling at you two.

more to come !

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𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 ( 𝐎𝐑 ) 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐁. INDEPENDENT FALLOUT BASED MULTI FEATURING CANONS AND OCS FROM NEW VEGAS, FALLOUT TV, AND FALLOUT 1. 21+ & MUTUALS ONLY. PLEASE READ RULES BEFORE INTERACTING.

by scout (27, any pronouns).

note: my fallout tv verse is adjusted to mesh better with new vegas canon. more information on that here. (link leads to fallout tv spoilers; proceed with caution).

roster includes (primaries bolded; the rest are secondary): albert cole, alejandro "cash" castillo (vegas & ncr based oc), arcade gannon, benny, betty zhao (vegas based oc), boone, cooper howard, courier six (sasha dubrovhsky, alias boris medvedev), lucy maclean, maximus, ulysses, & veronica santangelo.

you can find more thorough descriptions of characters here, including links to bios.

to interact: if we're mutuals, shoot me a meme, send me an ask, or dm me! provided i'm following you, i am open to interaction or plotting whenever, and will respond when i can.

rules:

001. i'm generally comfortable with most subject matter covered in fallout canon (within reason - there are some things handled by fallout that i personally think were handled very poorly, and i am certainly highly critical of the media, which does include grievances with new vegas, and there will sometimes be criticism of it on this blog), but i won't write incest, rape / csa, etc, and will block those who do / who fetishize anything of the sort.

no racism, antisemitism, zionism, (and if you think those latter two are the same thing, dni) etc will be tolerated. terfs dni. the usual. i won't interact with muses from harry potter, peaky blinders, attack on titan, or detroit: become human / other david cage games. i may not follow multis back if they have content on them that i worry my mutuals might not be comfortable with as well, and tend to be quite wary given past experiences. i will also sometimes block or softblock if i see interactions with people or characters i'm not entirely comfortable with for whatever reason. indie is a little weird and, as previously mentioned, i've had some strange experiences. i encourage controlling your own space in the indie world. for that reason, i'll never take a block personally. also on that note, if we're mutuals and you see me interacting with someone who has, for lack of a better phrase, done some harmful shit, feel free to send me a dm and let me know.

while i'm not personally comfortable disclosing my ethnicity online - it is something that i've been taught to hide when possible - except to people i know and trust and talk to, i will disclose that i do look to new vegas as something to process and explore certain aspects of my identity and family history. i do have intergenerational trauma and that is another reason i may use the block button quite liberally/be either slow to follow back or not follow back at all in some cases as i have seen a lot of interpretations of canon (as well as numerous aspects of canon itself) that i don't feel okay with at all. i expect that people do their research when writing cultures and situations they're not familiar with, and try to meet that expectation myself.

002. minors dni. i'm an adult, and i only want to write with adults.

003. i'm fine with shipping but i like to build rapport between characters first and figure out where they stand. rivalry, friendship, etc are also plots i value - my focus won't entirely be on shipping.

004. best way to start interacting if we're mutuals is just to shoot me a meme or a dm - i guarantee that if i follow you, i'd like to write.

005. if i don't follow back, it's likely because i'm unsure of your rules (aka certain things aren't touched on and i'm not sure where you stand), or if i can't see us interacting. nothing personal.

006. i usually don't write nsfw on tumblr! if i do, it will not be the main focus of the thread. don't mind if others write it, nor do i mind prompts that allude to it, but if i'm writing it i'd prefer it not be the whole story, if that makes sense, and i'd also prefer only to write it with people that i've known for a while.

007. themes present on this blog will sometimes be heavy - canon is heavy. content warnings for colonialism, violence, militarism, fascism, allusions to genocide, allusions to slavery, assimilation, indoctrination, intergenerational trauma, and post traumatic stress disorder. i will tag things whenever possible. if there is anything you need tagged in particular that i miss, or if i ever make a mistake, feel free to reach out and let me know so i can course correct.

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Kana!! Hi! how are you and your baby doing? I hope you are well and healthy! I just wanted to let you know that someone stole your work 'bb daddys is on the phone' and translated it into portuguese and reposted it on wattpad with the title 'Vegas'. This person also tried to mask this by saying that she had 'partnered' with you. The profile is Bitch1lyst_ I'm sorry you have to go through this.

here is the link: 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒, 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫. - 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗟𝗬𝗡 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬 - Wattpad

Hello, darling! I'm doing fine, I hope you're doing well too!

Thank you so much for this message. I am shocked to hear this... I don't think she's ever contacted me before, and I've never given permission to her to reupload/translate my story.

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°◞♡⇀ —— INSTAGRAM UPDATE via @𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

📍𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒, 𝐍𝐕.

              🖤 LIKED BY 𝐊𝐄𝐇𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐈 and 𝟗𝟏𝟕, 𝟒𝟐𝟓 others!

@𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 — out of sight, but always on your mind.

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@𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐣𝐭 — fly girl. ✈️

@𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 — this the one.

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒

          IT STARTS WITH A TEXT.  A concerned brother checking in on his sister. A week of hell has come and gone, and things have reached a lull. Maybe everything will calm down now. Hawk can take the time to recover from the brutal injuries he suffered at the hands of Cobra Kai. Tory gets to escape for the weekend with her boyfriend, no stress or obligations. But of course, no one here can catch a fucking break, and Tory is once again reminded of the snake that has sunken his fangs into Robby. Hanging there, attached to his limb.  Filling him with poison . 

          She can’t watch this happen to him anymore. 

           ❝ I need a break. ❞

          Just like that, plans have changed, and she’s broken her own heart in two. She feels like running. Far, far away. As far as her feet can take her. But she can’t. There’s too much going on. Too many problems to fix. Hawk was brutalized by her fellow Cobra Kai members. They tried to steal from Silver, and now he’s used that to leash her to the dojo. Laura had her arm broken, and Tory was so caught up in her own shit that Sam knew before she did. Duncan told her that she brought this on herself, that she was supporting Silver by refusing to leave. Sam hates her because she found out about the tournament and thinks she was involved. She even snapped on Peter, one of the sweetest people in the world, because he was trying to help her.  ( How do you fix things when each fuck-up follows in close succession? )

          Her phone lights up. Hawk. She wasn’t going to tell him about what happened, but he asks, and it pours from her. Bitter, angry emotions squeezed into the text box on her phone.  ( Too much. It’s all too much. )  And Hawk, the good brother he is, offers her an escape. Drive away.  Drop everything and go to Vegas for a while .  She sits on the offer all night, but the next day everything still feels like a fresh wound, raw on the inside of her chest, and she decides it’s time to go. No warning to her mother, or Laura, or anyone else. One more minute here and she might explode. Thumbs rush along her phone’s keyboard.

          [ 𝚃𝙾𝚇𝙸𝙲𝙸𝚃𝙰 :]  𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐?

          [ 𝙲𝙰𝚆 𝙲𝙰𝚆 :] 𝙸 𝚍𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚘. 𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎.

          [ 𝚃𝙾𝚇𝙸𝙲𝙸𝚃𝙰 :]  𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔?

          The thought is sent before she’s had the chance to consider what she’s just said. But once it’s out there, the train of thought doesn’t stop. If she disappeared, would it really be so bad?

          [ 𝙲𝙰𝚆 𝙲𝙰𝚆 :] 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙽𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.

          The mention of her adoptive mother, and she feels a sharp squeeze in her chest. Could she really do that to Nat? The fact that she was even considering it . . . maybe Nat deserves better than that. She’s only ever been good to her.

         [ 𝚃𝙾𝚇𝙸𝙲𝙸𝚃𝙰 :] 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 ✌️

          And that’s that, she thinks. Tory’s made it clear where her head is at. Or she believes she has. But Hawk knows. He knows her impulsiveness. How she gets in moments like this. Knows that she needs to be talked down.

          [ 𝙲𝙰𝚆 𝙲𝙰𝚆 :] 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚣𝚎.

          Eyes read the name on the screen, and she sucks in a breath of air, like a shard of ice has just shot through her chest. Damn you, Hawk.

          [ 𝚃𝙾𝚇𝙸𝙲𝙸𝚃𝙰 :] 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎.

          [ 𝙲𝙰𝚆 𝙲𝙰𝚆 :] 𝙸'𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐.

          [ 𝚃𝙾𝚇𝙸𝙲𝙸𝚃𝙰 :] 𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜.

          [ 𝙲𝙰𝚆 𝙲𝙰𝚆 :] 𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎.

          They’re in Vegas by sundown that day. No one knows until they let it slip in the group chat between themselves and a few select family and friends. The ride there is pleasant. A good distraction. She’d forgotten how fun it was to spend time with Hawk, just the two of them.  ( Well . . . under non-criminal circumstances. )  God, she needed this so much, and she didn’t even realize it. They fight all the time, they get angry and say horrible things, but at the end of the day,  Hawk is here for her .  He drove her all the way to Vegas on less than a day’s notice just to give her some form of comfort for a few days. It reminds her why he’s her brother, and it sure as hell isn’t because of something like blood. Blood is too fragile a bond to describe what they share.

          Not much you can do in Vegas if you’re seventeen, though. At least not along the lines of what they want to do. But Walter Hawkman and Jolene Parton are legal adults. Their fake ID’s get them through a few doors, but it’s never long before some beefy guy in a black shirt comes to chase them out. ( Sorry, Louie. Your fakes aren’t as good as originally thought.) The last place is a bar. Thankfully no bouncers come for them this time, but that doesn’t mean they get away clean.

           ❝ Someone hit you with a car or were you born that way? ❞

          Spoken by some cackling guy with a lame hat, directed towards Hawk and his bruised appearance. Before Hawk has the chance to so much as roll his eyes, Tory’s already slammed her cinderella mocktail down on the bar, rising to her feet and stepping towards the other patron.

           ❝ The fuck did you just say to my brother !? ❞

           ❝ Your brother? Thought you were taking Quasimodo for a walk, there, babygirl- ❞

          The last word barely makes it from his mouth before Tory rips the hat from his head, cramming it between the guy’s jaws.  ❝ Banged up and he still looks better than you. You look like Sloth from The Goonies, you half-formed shithead. ❞ She leans in closer, practically growling as she kicks the barstool out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground.  ❝ And I’m not your fucking babygirl. ❞

          Maybe she should have paid attention to the insignia on his leather jacket. How it matched four more men in the room, who are now converging on her and Hawk’s location.  ( Shit. You did it again Tory. )  They fight them off well enough, and having a lot of movable objects in the environment helps. A pool stick, a few beer bottles, even the dartboard comes in handy. ( They’re badasses. Expect any different? ) But as they fight, she can hear Hawk wheeze and grunt in pain, even without taking many hits.

          He was already hurt, and she dragged him into another fight.

          A reach behind the bar, and she takes hold of one of the flexible beer taps, aiming it towards the bikers to use the spray as an distraction so they can escape. They disappear into the alley, and once they’re sure they’re not being followed, they decide that’s enough excitement for the night. It’s past midnight; time to find a hotel to crash at.

          Another hour is spent laughing, tending to Hawk’s injuries that were agitated by the bar fight, and reminiscing about their many escapades, both that night in Vegas and in the past. There’s still a cloud hanging over Tory’s head. A dark one that will not go away. But Hawk’s helped her hide from the rain. If only for a little while. He’s asleep by one. Understandable. Surely his body’s tired, and while Tory stuck with non-alcoholic drinks, Hawk indulged a bit. Fair. He deserves a good drink and relaxation. Tory’s already settled into bed, ready to sleep when her phone lights up. Eyes blink in confusion as she peers at it. She considers leaving it on the nightstand, unanswered. What could be so important this late at night? There’s hesitation, but she checks it anyway.

          And her heart nearly stops in her chest.

          Robby.

          [ 𝚂𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚉𝙴 💚 :] 𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎

          [ 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝙴 ❤️ :] 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝? 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎??? 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎. 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚞𝚙???

          [ 𝚂𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚉𝙴 💚 :] 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝

          From the first text, Tory knows something is off. Not that she expects Robby to be in a good headspace. They fought. She put their relationship on pause. She’s not okay, either. But this is different. It continues, and she tries to talk him down, but he’s so . . . unlike himself. Tory knows him well enough to know that  ❛ not okay ❜  is an understatement. She’s out of bed, pacing around the room before she realizes it. The last thing on her mind right now is the fight they had. It doesn’t matter if she said she needed a break. If he needed her, she would be there in a heartbeat. And he wouldn’t even have to ask her.

          [ 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝙴 ❤️ :] 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐?

          [ 𝚂𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚉𝙴 💚 :] 𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏.

          [ 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝙴 ❤️ :] 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐???

          [ 𝚂𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚉𝙴 💚 :] 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚕

          There’s a rush of questions in her head. Is he alone? Is he home?

          Is he safe ?

          But she gets no answer, no matter how hard she tries to pry it from him. The only thing he offers her is the same answer she’s heard for months.  ( ❝ I’m fine. ❞ ) Now she’s half-dressed, without even thinking about it, changing out of her nightclothes and into a pair of jeans and a shirt. There’s no doubt in her mind. She has to go. She has to make sure he’s okay. If something happened to him while she wasn’t there, the day after they had that fight, she could never forgive herself.  ( If he got hurt, would it be her fault? )

         [ 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝙴 ❤️ :] 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝.

         [ 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝙴 ❤️ :] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎.

         [ 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝙴 ❤️ :] 𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎

         [ 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝙴 ❤️ :] 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎.

         [ 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝙴 ❤️ :] 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚢

          She blows his phone up with messages, tries to call, but still no answer. There’s only one option now in her mind. Go home. Tory reaches for the keys, but the glimpse of pink hair on a pillow catches her eye and stops her in her tracks. Hawk’s still there, asleep in the other bed. What does she do? Does she wake him up? Tell him they need to get home immediately? She almost does, she even touches her fingertips to his shoulder, but then she pulls back.  How many times has she dragged him into her shit ?  How many times has he been put in harm’s way because of her? Just that night she had gotten him into another fight. She knows that if she did wake him up, he would come without hesitation. But he deserves his rest. He deserves at least one night free of her bullshit.  ❝ I can make it back in the morning, ❞ she resolves.  ❝ I’ll go home, make sure Robby’s okay, and then I’ll come back. ❞

          Maybe there’s part of her that already knows everything is about to go  wrong  again. Maybe that’s why she grabs the notepad on the nightstand and scribbles an  ❛ I’m sorry ❜ onto the front before she takes her keys and slips through the door. Her money, her clothes, everything she has is left behind with Hawk. Another way to convince herself that she’s coming back.

          She’s coming back. She can’t leave Hawk like that. She’ll come back.

          Two hours into her drive, one hour out from home, Tory has to stop. Pull over to the side of the road and get her mind to slow down. Her heart’s racing, and her head feels like she’s being spun on a carousel going a hundred miles an hour. Everything’s spinning.  ( God, she feels like she’s gonna vom. )  There’s too much silence. Too much worry. So, she texts Laura. Surely she can trust Laura to track Robby down and keep him safe until she gets there, right?

          [ 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝚁𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙰 :] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚖𝚎.

          It hits her like a sack of bricks to the gut. Now Laura’s pissed at her too, and she can’t understand what she did wrong.

          [ 𝙽𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙾 𝙽𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙽 :] 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊

          [ 𝙽𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙾 𝙽𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙽 :] 𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖, 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎.

          [ 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝚁𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙰 :] 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎.

          [ 𝙽𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙾 𝙽𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙽 :] 𝚘𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚐𝚘𝚍. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚝?

          [ 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝚁𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙰 :] 🤷‍♀️

          [ 𝙽𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙾 𝙽𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙽 :] 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖?? 𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛!

           [ 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝚁𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙰 :] 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎.

          I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine.

          How many more times is she going to have to hear that tonight? In the next week? In the next month? How many more times is she going to reach for the people she cares about, only to have them slap her hand away?

          Maybe she deserves it. Maybe she’s the problem here. The connecting link between everything that’s happened is her, after all. She ignored Laura. She broke Robby’s heart. She got Hawk in another fight. She betrayed her mother’s trust. She lied to Sam. Why does it feel like every choice she makes is the wrong one? Like this is the universe’s sick way of paying her back karma for all the shit she did in the past. Things that she’s tried to make right, yet it all keeps coming back to haunt her. If she’s the common thread here, if she’s the problem . . .

          . . . maybe they’re all better off without her.

          Tory wipes the streams of water away from her eyes.  ( How long has she been crying? She didn’t notice. )  A hand reaches for the gear shift, but it shakes, unable to put it into drive. Thinking of Hawk .  Thinking about how she’s leaving him alone in Vegas.  ( She should go back. There’s still time. )  But if she did go back, then what? Another fight that she starts? More injuries to his already battered body? Does she tell him what happened tonight, risk riling him up and him potentially starting another fight with Robby? That’s the last thing she wants.  More fighting.  She needs to make sure he’s safe at the very least. She calls Mr. Larusso. Asks him to get Hawk home safely. The  most disappointing  moment comes when she lies to Daniel to hide her true intentions, saying she’s there, but she’s not. And she won’t be when he gets there. But she doesn’t matter in this equation. What matters is making sure Hawk gets home safe. That he doesn’t get dragged down with her and her bullshit anymore.

          She takes hold of the gear shift again, and this time she puts it into drive. It’s time to do what she does best, outside of causing trouble and fighting with everyone.

          Tory runs away.

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*  ╰   @dreamse  𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙰 📸 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝟹 - 𝟻 𝙿𝙸𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙾𝙵  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 .

𝚏𝚝.   𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝚘𝚗 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 .

𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾 , this was taken when they were pretending to still be together , thanks to their managers orders . took this right when she said something to piss him off just so he would get all worked up and fuck the attitude out of her (: hence, the flexion of the jaw and the way he’s half turned , ready to pounce . made a comment about his back being a blank canvas , and her fingernails could be the artist 

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾 , when they were still officially together . they had plans to go out with everybody that night , all of their friends and his siblings . they were standing on the balcony of someone’s condo taking pictures for instagram and her purse kept getting in the way , so she asked if he could hold it . she snapped this blurry pic of him wearing it and it still makes her smile

𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾 , this was in a post with a bunch of other pictures from their relationship that is still on her page but is caption - less now . not pictured is the promise ring she used to wear that was too big for her finger , so she put it on a chain and wore it as a necklace instead . she still has it but she doesn’t wear it anymore .

𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙷 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾 , again , when they were still dating . they were invited to go on a family friend’s yacht and with it , were bottomless mimosas . all her mom’s fifty year old friends were drunk and they were secretly making fun of how they were acting , giggling in their own little corner of the yacht , and she took this picture of him . there’s only water in his glass , though . 

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🚨 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 🚨 November 12: Janibek Alimkhanuly & Seniesa Estrada Headline World Championship Doubleheader at Palms Casino Resort in Las Vegas LIVE on ESPN+ Janibek to defend WBO middleweight title against British standout Denzel Bentley in the main event Estrada will defend WBA minimumweight title against Argentina’s Jazmin Gala Villarino Two world title fights are headed to the @Palms on Saturday, November 12 🏆 Poster credits: Top Rank Boxing (at Las Vegas, Nevada) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjQq1fhumdw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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The  most  powerful  (  &&  𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺  𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥  )  man  in  𝐍𝐎𝐗 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒,  Zed  has  been  dabbling  in  more  than  𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺  𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴  &&  𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵  𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.   A  new  crowd  from  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄  𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘  has  entered  his  inner  circle,  granting  this  𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫  𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧  an  unbreakable  stranglehold  over  the  strip  &&   a  dreadful  new  change  𝘪𝘯  𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩  𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥  𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺.

#𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯   indie  &&  selective  𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑  𝐙𝐄𝐃  of  𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦  𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 . written  by  𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡  (  she /  he  /  they,  24  )