#f/g

[inlovewithgee]

end of the fic scenario

part 1 | part 2

warning: noncon, victime blaming, really minor but still suicide ideation

The killjoys are 60 feet behind the BLI van. Jet speeds up with Party’s bike, drives past them, and stops right in their way (+ akira slide). He fired his raygun three times, shooting a tire, the Drac driving the van, and the radio on the dashboard. The van skids to an halt.

Korse sends the Dracs to kill the ’joys. He knows the end is near, so he uses that time to beat up Party even more.

Jet and Kobra fight the Dracs, and after killing some too, Ghoul manages to get in the van. Korse gets out his gun and points it at Party’s head, saying that if Ghoul shoots, the both of them die. Ghoul doesn’t want to listen and asks him if he has any last words.

Korse then starts telling in details what he did to Party, how the killjoy “liked it”… while Party is right there crying and wishing he was dead. Korse wants Ghoul to pull the trigger, he wants to take Party out as he goes.

But he hasn’t planned on Kobra storming in, and his first reaction is to point his gun at the man who just walked in. Kobra counted on it. He says that Korse’s last words are shitty and fires a bullet through his skull. Dead on the spot.

Kobra rushes to hug Party, who breaks down completely. Ghoul goes through Korse’s pockets to get the key to the handcuffs, he throws away Korse’s camera and the pictures he took of Party. He gets them and unlocks the cuffs, then hugs Party too, but when he tries to kiss them they recoil, because they still have Korse’s taste in their mouth.

(god I am one angsty bitch.)

Kobra and Ghoul help Party out of the van, grabbing the Mousekat head in the way. Jet holds them tight but they have to go because other killjoys are arriving and Party doesn’t want to be seen in their current state. They drive off in the Trans AM, Party lying down in the backseat with Ghoul.

(Next is me doing worldbuilding aka saying whatever fits my mood which is now set on hurt/comfort)

Party is covered in blood and there’s not enough water to wash it off at the diner. They head out to baths in Zone One, who always get clean water because the ’joys running the place get it from Battery City’s water pipes. They pay good money so that Ghoul and Party get a room for them alone and for laundry fees.

I imagine a soft and sad funpoison scene, I don’t think that would transcribe well if I tried to do a quick description. Just know that in my mind it’s great.

Epilogue, some weeks later: there wasn’t much that changed in the zones. Korse was replaced by a new head of the SCARECROW, Party is slowly healing from their wounds. But their reputation changed. The word didn’t get out of what happened to him at the hands of Korse, or at least he thinks so. People start to look down on him, or snicker. He only really panics when someone around him says “what a pretty view”, because it’s what Korse was saying about him. Turns out that after the showdown, out of the many killjoys curious to see Korse dead, one that didnt like the Fab Four and Party at all picked up Korse’s camera. They saw the pictures, got the negatives developed, and started selling them to Party poison’s antis.

I have to say I don’t know what happens next. This is the end for me but Party realizing most of the zones mocks him for what he went through can’t be the end of the last sentence. You get the gist of it, at least.

[twizzle-drizzle]

On the other hand, this program is still a VERY BIG NO.

[infectiouspiss]

MORE BEEMER PICS (x)

[luchaaa]

no voice to cry profanities🖕

[emmyrosee]

C-can we have baby megumi call reader mom for the first time 🥺👉👈

YOU TRYNA KILL ME 🥺

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The movie is just about over when you meet your gaze with toji, who’s half asleep on the couch next to you. He smiles exhaustedly before flicking his eyes down to megumi, who’s fast asleep in your lap. Bedtime was hours ago, but ever the stubborn one, Megumi insisted on watching the movie with you both, changing the subject from horror to family friendly.

He was sound asleep not fifteen minutes in. Your thighs are tingling with numbness, but you would never dare waking the small boy.

“I’ll clean up toys, you wanna do bedtime?” He asks. You hum happily and scoop the small boy in your arms, smiling as he stretches before nuzzling closer. “Kid’s getting big.”

“Never too big to be tucked in,” you mewl, shifting Megumi slightly. He smacks his tiny lips together.

“Maybe he’s too big for ya-“

“No, he’s not, he’s perfect, back off,” you hiss quickly, making Toji snicker and shake his head. You carry him down the hall to his bedroom, plopping down on the small bed and cradling him close. His cheek is warm against your hand, and you press a tiny kiss to his forehead adoringly.

“Your dad’s crazy,” you whisper to the small boy, brushing his hair out of his face. “But I guess we’ll keep him, yeah?”

“Mmhm,” megumi huffs, knuckling his eye. You smile roll your thumb over the swell of his cheeks.

“Go back to sleep, ‘gumi,” you coo, shifting the blanket to slot him under. He quickly burrows under the warmth, nuzzling into his pillow. His cheeks are reddening with sleep, and just as you make a move to leave, he paws for your hand.

“Mumma…”

The room is still, save for Megumi’s rhythmic breathing. His tiny fingers grip onto your ring finger, holding tightly. His little lips are smooshed against the pillow as he sleeps, but you however, couldn’t breathe, too overcome with emotions over just what megumi said.

Mumma. He called you his mumma, he trusted you enough, loves you enough to give you that title, and your bottom lip wobbles as your thumb strokes over his tiny fingers. Tears roll down your cheeks and splatter onto the sheets below you, darkening the fabric underneath. Your free hand comes up to cover your mouth, worrying about waking him with your sobs.

Your body trembles with emotion, exhilaration and excitement coursing through you, and you try your best to keep it all composed.

“M-Mumma’s he-re, baby,” you choke, squeezing his hand gently.

You’re not sure how long you’re sitting there, watching him sleep, but it’s long enough where toji comes to seek you out.

“Jeez,” he grumbles, voice low to keep his son from waking up. “How long does it take-“ he softens at the sight of your tears. “The hell happened?”

“He called me mumma,” you explain, sniffling and shaking your head. “He’s just… never done that.” At your explanation, toji chuckles and stalks into the bedroom, big hand resting on your back and rubbing soothing circles to ground you.

He hums, “what can I say? The booger likes you.”You look up at him with a smile, and he uses his free hand to wipe a tear from your eye. “And I got no complaints about your company either.”

You gently ease your hand out of Megumi’s grip, moving his stuffed dog from one side of his bed and into his arms, which he subconsciously grabs and nuzzles into.

“I like him, too,” you whisper. You look back up at toji, and immediately, raise your arms. “And I’ll like you too if you carry me to bed.”

He groans softly, “the kid is right here-“

“If you really love me you’ll do it,” you tease. Toji rolls his eyes and hunches over to get you onto his back, shushing you as you giggle and climb on.

“You tryna wake the brat up?” He grunts, carrying you out and closing the door behind him.

“He’s not a brat.”

“You’re a brat.”

You kiss his temple wetly, “so what?”

“I’ll give you so what,” he grumbles, stalking through the halls.

[rahabq]

[m1stym0on]

angel diet ・❥・

guidelines ✧.*

~ angels need to be light on their feet at all times, keep your meals small

~ try to make all of your meals white or pink !

~ don’t worry too much about nutrition, and embrace sweet foods

mealspø ✧.*

inspired heavilyyy by @honey-diet <3

[realangelahernandez]

When he’s written by Lana del Rey

[gradol-cuties]

Natsuki Abe 阿部なつき（あべ なつき） 1999年10月6日 T161cm B82 W54 H84 推定F/Gカップ

[actressposts]

[inlovewithgee]

old money *explodes* omg that fic is insane

[twizzle-drizzle]

I just can’t with this program

[infectiouspiss]

BELLA PETERSON WITH THE STEEL CHAIR (X)

[mascxdaddy]

i want her to lay across my lap so i can grab her ass and finger her and spank her until she's a pathetic writhing mess

[paradoxbeta]

big sister moon

[checkadii]

i am a man with a heart that offends with its lonely and greedy demands / theres only a shadow of me, in a manner of speaking, im dead