YALL always putting yn in some dark ass noncon traumatizing ahh situation where she's powerless and a fockin dummy and sometimes it actually is just sad with not even a taboo appeal to it. so i'm proposing brat!reader who is worse than patrick, art and tashi combined and FUCKS SHIT UP. like she's genuinely just a bad person. but you wanna be her friend even though you know she sucks. inspired of course by none other than brat by charli xcx.
tw: mention of drugs and addiction and the ramblings of a madman....
she's a rich black girl from the suburbs who actually grew up with tashi and they never liked each other, always had a bone to pick with one another for reasons they couldn't even explain. she ends up at stanford in the creative writing program because of course, she's a quiet poet with no bones to pick with this beautiful world. right? WRONG?
she's a massive cuntress with a borderline coke addiction and when she's not writing she's throwing huge parties in her off-campus apartment which is more like a penthouse. she's a certified 365 party girl with a penchant for getting people to do horrible, nasty things. her favorite quote is from the book sharp objects: "sometimes if you get people to do things to you, you're really doing it to them."
and so, even when she does fuck all three of them, and lets them feel like they've got one up on her and each other, it quickly becomes clear that this is not the case. if there was turmoil in their friendship bubble before, she's just turned it to a train wreck.
she's the definition of a brat: coming into class with her oversized louis v bag and sunglasses pushed up the bridge of her nose to hide that she's coming down from molly. turns to art, smiling sweetly and smacking her gum, asking him for notes. using that same paper to do a line with patrick that same night, at the same party tashi demanded him not to go to because he has a match the next day — he fucks up terribly the next day and you decide the only way to make him feel better is by pumping him full of more drugs and alc of course. you're comforting him and patting his back while he snorts a line, cooing that "it's okay" "you'll feel better" "you'll get 'em next time."
maybe she even turns him into a full-railed addict, and despite art and tashi's begging him to stay away from you he still comes back because the sex is too good and the coke is far too strong. and all the while, as much as they want to shut you out because you're ruining patrick's life, you're ruining their life, you have such a way with words that you're reeling them back in again and again. they become addicts too, not to a substance, but to you. the way you fuck their lives up so much that it actually gives their life some sort of structure, some semblance of meaning outside of tennis and classes.
she finds a way to worm her way into all of their lives, turning them against each other in ways they didn't even know possible. what a fucking brat!!!
"I think this Category of human being is disposable" okay that not only sucks and is fascist but also makes getting you to deem someone to be disposable a simple matter of convincing you they're in The Category regardless of the truth. Also The Category is often misapplied to a vulnerable minority because it makes people like you agree they're disposable.
"Anyone who disagrees with me about The Category of people being disposable is a Category apologist or probably also in The Category themselves" Oh so you're just totally unconcerned with truth or justice or ethics or human rights and just are feeding your bloodlust for the sake of revenge fantasies. got it 👍
"knight posting" this and "guard posting" that. i'm the princess's trusted handmaid who provides her advice and comfort in my soothing, low-class style. i am saying things like "if you don't mind me speaking out of turn, my lady..." and sharing fairy tales and lullabies my sad mother taught me. also i am fucking the jester.
Jazz, for some reason or the other, becomes a wielder of a red lantern ring. After going on her rampage and getting her revenge, she realizes that the feeling of rage won't go away. Instead of letting the anger destroy her, she decided to do something else with it.
That's how we end up with a stand-off between Hal Jordan and the most powerful Red Lantern he's ever seen. Because...
"What... what did you just say?"
The young woman smiled gently at him. He would've been fooled by it if not for the burning rage carefully hidden... No, she wasn't hiding anything behind those turquoise eyes. It was taking everything she had to hold it back.
"I said that I would like to join The Justice League." Her voice was soft and velvety. Comforting in a way that sends chills up his spine.
"But you're a Red Lantern."
There was a beat of silence, she cocked her head to the side while looking at the blood-red ring on her finger.
"I don't know what that means, but I'm guessing it's got something to do with this ring?"
Hal didn't respond but she took it as confirmation. There was silence between them once more before Jasmine sighed and continued.
"I feel angry, more than angry. This rage that I've been holding inside for so long has reached its limits and is finally bubbling over. Everything that I loved is gone so killed what took it away from me. But... but I'm still SO FUCKING ANGRY!"
She was screaming now. Tears of rage and sadness rolled down her cheeks as violent red energy radiated from her being. Hal flew back. He didn't want to fight her but was ready to do so if it came to it.
Just as easily as she lost it she pulled herself together, wiping her tears away, returning to her previously calm demeanor. It freaked Hal out.
"I... I know that blind rage without direction leads to meaningless destruction. I don't want to hurt anybody. No... I don't want to hurt the wrong people. I'm asking you to guide me, to guide my rage in the right direction... Please."