#on my knees for renee rapp

[heartbreak-grl]

GET IN LOSER

[thegreatkarma]

im gonna watch mean girls again on saturday. purely for the plot.

the plot:

[gravedigginbbydoll]

So…. I just binged the ENTIRETY of the sex lives of college girls….

If you see me post Leighton Murray smut… 👀

MIND UR BUSINESS OKAY

I love mean blonde women who love women

[katiemcgrathisdaddyaf]

I’m so sorry mutuals I’m gonna be annoying for the rest of the week

[starry-bite]

plagued with visions of an emily prentiss fanvid to this song guys please hear me out

[sugarsnappeases]

also i got a falafel wrap on the way home and they gave me extra chips!!!!!! and also my friend gave me a muffin which i put in my pocket and had mid-film!!!!!!!!

[just-some-random-blogger]

Snow Angel

Gwyane's Version

I'll angel in the snow until I'm worthy but if it kills me, I tried.

Gwyane's Version ❄ Daemon's Version ❄ Aegon's Version ❄ Aemond's Version ❄ Jacaerys' Version ❄ Cregan's Version ❄ Criston's Version

Gwayne Hightower x Reader | 700< | cw: fem!reader, servant!reader, angst, violence, blood, death, typos, etc.

A/N: renee rapp my beloved.

Frost was coming for your lips. You wouldn't be able to speak even if you tried. Your body was shaking; your clothes were muddy and torn.

It's ironic how it seems you would die in the filth after all the efforts you took to afford perfume, to rise in station, to reach him. And now look at you, you were bloody, beaten, and begrimed.

You flinch when you hear the dungeon doors open. You curl your knees deeper into your chest, fear causing your shivers to intensify. You barely have the energy to make out a word, but you do, for the sake of living, "please."

You hear a faint a voice. You force yourself to look up when you recognize it.

Gwayne looks at you, crouching down as he holds onto the bars of your cell. He calls out your name, and you feel yourself grow nauseous. He reaches out a hand to you, beckoning you over. You do not go to him. You do not wish to soil him. You do not want him to see you like this.

"Darling," he urges with his palm, "come to me."

You shake your head rapidly.

Gwayne gulps, waiting for you to change your mind. You don't. He grips the bars and clenches his jaw, "my father spoke to you."

You feel a chill run down your spine.

"What did he say?" he asks, as if he didn't know exactly what his father wanted from you. Still, he waits a response, to no avail. He sighs, "did he ask you to confess?"

Confess? There was nothing to confess. You were wrongfully sentenced and tortured. For what? Even now, you did not know.

The man feels his body tighten at the silence. He chews his lip before asking, "do you trust me?"

You turn to him, eyes watering.

If he professed the sky was red in the morn and yellow in the night, you would believe him. The things you did all to become Lady Alicent's handmaid, to be near him, to please him, to have him... you nod your head.

Gwayne stands, eyes still on your pitiful figure, "when my father returns, he will make you plead guilty. I want you to admit to it."

Your face drops.

"He would not hurt you. He will lose me if he does... he cannot lose his heir."

Your body was too weak to weep. You simply stare at him as your insides corrode.

"Will you do it?" he asks, tilting his head.

You turn to your knees. You watch them tremble. It's not like you had a choice. You shudder as a chill ripples through your body. You nod your head, curling into yourself.

He gulps at the sight of you. A line forms in his brow, "it will not be long... I will free you, I swear it."

He does. Everything he says comes to pass. Otto Hightower returns, face grave as ever. He asks if you will confess, and without missing a beat, you nod. Without another word, he releases you, and you are dragged out of your cell. You have to be taken by the arm to stay upright, too weak to do so on your own.

You flinch at the daylight, and though your eyes were irritated, you were relieved to see it. Otto, who walked before you, stops, sequentially turning to the guard escorting you. You are pulled back.

He walks forward, and your realize Gwayne is speaking to him.

Without warning, you are winded. A body numbing pain rips into your gut and you are no longer cold. Suddenly, you are incredibly warm; you feel it gushing down your belly. The guard withdraws his blade, wiping it on his sleeve before sheathing it.

It takes you dropping to the floor for Gwayne realize what's happened. His is too shocked to act at first. He reels back before dropping to his knees to cradle you.

He glares at his father, "did you have to kill her?!"

"She confessed to the crime. The sentence is death."

"She only confessed because-"

"She confessed."

Gwayne rocks you, eyes watering, "you told me I could keep her."

"You intended to marry he-"

"I DID NOT!" he snaps, turning to his father with a face of fury, "I would have kept her my servant, my maid..."

You manage to brush hand on his shoulder. He looks back at you.

"But she would be m-" he does not continue his words as he watches your eyes close.

[simpforfandom231]

It's not my fault

TRULY OBSESSED WITH tHE SONG AND BOOOOOOOOOOYYYYY RACHEL WOULD HAVE ME ON MY KNEES IF SHE WOULD DANCE TO THIS SONG......

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The pulsating bass of "Not My Fault" by Renee Rapp throbbed through the dimly lit club, casting a spell of rhythm and energy over the crowd. Y/N and her boyfriend, Logan, stepped into the vibrant atmosphere, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and dancing bodies. The air was thick with anticipation, and the promise of a wild night hung in the air.

Y/N and Logan found their way to the center of the pulsating dance floor, swaying to the infectious beat. The neon lights painted their faces with vibrant hues, casting a mysterious glow on the couple. However, the excitement was short-lived as a disagreement between Y/N and Logan quickly escalated.

"I can't believe you invited your ex to the party, Logan!" Y/N's voice rose above the music, frustration etched across her face.

"It's not a big deal, Y/N. We're just friends now. Relax!" Logan retorted, his tone dismissive.

An argument ensued, the heated words drowning in the bass-heavy soundtrack. Y/N, feeling a mix of anger and liberation, decided she needed some space. She stormed away from Logan, pushing through the crowd until she found herself in a more secluded area.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the dance floor, Rachel Zegler observed the unfolding drama with a sly grin. Known for her roles on the big screen, Rachel was also notorious for her sharp tongue and diva-like persona. Dressed in a stylish ensemble that screamed "effortless chic," she stood with an air of confidence.

Spotting Y/N, Rachel couldn't resist the temptation to stir the pot. She sauntered over, her eyes locking onto Y/N's figure swaying to the beat. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" she drawled, a playful smirk on her face.

Y/N shot her a puzzled look, still caught up in the emotions of the argument with Logan. "Who are you?" she asked, eyes narrowing.

"Rachel Zegler, darling. The question is, who are you, and why are you letting some guy ruin your night?" Rachel replied, flipping her hair with a theatrical flourish.

Y/N chuckled despite herself. "Logan's not worth it. I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Rachel."

The two women exchanged pleasantries, and Rachel quickly took the opportunity to change the mood. "You know, you've got some killer moves. The way you danced just now... intoxicating. Logan doesn't deserve this kind of show."

Y/N couldn't help but smile at Rachel's audacity. "Thanks, I guess. But it's not like he cares."

Rachel leaned in conspiratorially. "Then dance for yourself, Y/N. Show the world what they're missing."

Embracing the newfound freedom, Y/N returned to the dance floor, her body moving to the rhythm in sync with the music. Rachel watched, a glint of mischief in her eyes, as Y/N's confidence grew with every sway and twirl.

As Y/N continued to dance, Rachel couldn't resist the temptation to play up her top-girl persona. She mimicked Y/N's moves with a mischievous glint in her eyes, silently singing along to the lyrics of "Not My Fault." Rachel's smooth, confident dance moves mirrored the lyrics as she swayed to the rhythm, making it clear that she was here to have a good time, consequences be damned.

Logan, still fuming from the argument with Y/N, noticed Rachel's antics and scowled. He approached the duo, trying to assert himself in the situation. "What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, eyeing Rachel with suspicion.

Rachel turned to face Logan with an innocent expression, as if caught off guard. "Oh, Logan! I was just enjoying the music. Y/N here has some killer moves. You should've seen her. We're just having a good time."

Y/N shot a glance at Rachel, who was clearly reveling in the drama she was orchestrating. Unfazed, Y/N smirked and retorted, "Maybe I'm just having more fun without you."

Logan's frustration grew, and he crossed his arms. "Well, if that's how it is, then I'll find someone else to dance with." With that, he stormed off into the crowd, leaving Y/N and Rachel to their dance-off.

As the music continued to throb, Rachel leaned in to whisper to Y/N, "Let's turn up the heat, shall we?"

Y/N chuckled, catching on to Rachel's playful game. Together, they unleashed a dynamic dance duo, drawing the attention of the entire club. The crowd cheered, and Rachel couldn't resist adding a theatrical flourish to her moves, making sure to flaunt her presence.

In the midst of their dance-off, Logan found himself standing alone, his attempt to make Y/N jealous backfiring. Rachel, seizing the opportunity, made her way to him with a smirk. "So, Logan, feeling left out?"

Logan scowled but couldn't deny the magnetic energy Rachel exuded. "What's your deal, Rachel? Trying to steal my girlfriend?"

Rachel chuckled, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, please. I'm just here to have a good time. If your relationship can't handle a little dance-off, that's on you."

Meanwhile, Y/N and Rachel continued their dance, seamlessly transitioning between sultry and playful moves. The lyrics of the song echoed in the air, adding a layer of humor to the situation. Y/N didn't care if Logan was watching or if he hated it; she was embracing the freedom and excitement of the night.

The tension between the trio created a magnetic force on the dance floor, with the crowd torn between watching Y/N and Rachel's captivating dance and witnessing the unfolding drama. It was a spectacle that nobody expected, and the club atmosphere buzzed with a blend of amusement and curiosity.

As the pulsating beat began to fade into a softer melody, Rachel Zegler, the unapologetic mean girl, decided to take the drama up a notch. Still caught in the rhythm of the music, Rachel seized the moment and, with a sly grin, pulled Y/N into a playful yet seductive kiss.

The crowd gasped, their attention now fully fixated on the unexpected twist in this dance-off saga. Y/N, caught off guard but not unwilling, went along with Rachel's bold move. The kiss lingered for a moment, a daring exploration of boundaries, leaving the clubgoers in awe.

Logan, seething with anger, stormed through the crowd toward Rachel, who stood at the edge of the dance floor, an air of nonchalance surrounding her. The pulsating beat of the music created a tense backdrop for their impending confrontation.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Rachel?" Logan spat out, his frustration evident in every word.

Rachel turned to face him, her expression a perfect mix of innocence and defiance. "Oh, Logan, darling. Just having a bit of fun, you know? Life's too short to take everything so seriously."

Logan, not buying into her act, narrowed his eyes. "Fun? Kissing my girlfriend is fun for you?"

Rachel shrugged, the epitome of indifference. "I don't see her complaining. If anything, she seemed quite into it."

The crowd surrounding them watched with bated breath, a collective gasp escaping as the drama unfolded. Rachel, true to her mean girl reputation, was reveling in the chaos she had stirred up.

Logan clenched his fists, struggling to maintain composure. "You think this is a game, Zegler? You just love playing with people's emotions, don't you?"

Rachel tilted her head mockingly. "It's not my fault. You came with her, but she might leave with me. Maybe you should've thought twice before trying to make her jealous."

Logan's frustration reached its peak, and he snapped, "This isn't over, Rachel."

With a dismissive wave, Rachel smirked. "Sure, darling. Do try to keep up."

As Logan fumed, Rachel turned on her heel and walked away, leaving him seething in the wake of her unapologetic attitude. The crowd, still buzzing from the spectacle, continued to watch the drama unfold.

Outside the club, Rachel caught up with Y/N, who had been observing the argument from a distance. "Well, that was entertaining," Rachel quipped, a smug grin on her face.

Y/N chuckled, appreciating the boldness of Rachel's actions. "You really know how to stir things up, don't you?"

"It's a talent," Rachel replied with a wink. "But hey, it's not my fault. You came with him, but he might leave with regrets."

Y/N burst into laughter, the tension of the night dissipating. "I guess I owe you for making this night unforgettable."

As Rachel and Y/N strolled away from the club, the city lights casting a glow on the pavement, a mischievous glint danced in Y/N's eyes. She turned to Rachel with a sly smile, "You know, Rachel, I owe you for making tonight unforgettable. How about we add a little more spice to the mix?"

Rachel, ever the provocateur, raised an eyebrow in intrigue. "Do tell, darling. I'm all ears."

Without a word, Y/N pulled Rachel into a secluded alleyway, the dim glow of a distant streetlight providing an intimate ambiance. As Logan fumed from a distance, he couldn't quite comprehend the unexpected turn of events.

With a playful yet assertive demeanor, Y/N pressed Rachel against the brick wall and locked lips with her. The kiss was fiery and full of unrestrained passion, a performance for the audience of one—Logan. Y/N wanted him to see what he had lost, and Rachel was more than willing to play along.

Rachel, true to her mean girl persona, responded with equal fervor, her hands entwining with Y/N's hair as they deepened the kiss. The alleyway became a stage for the steamy spectacle, with Y/N fully aware of Logan's shocked gaze.

Logan, unable to tear his eyes away, exploded with frustration. "What the hell is wrong with you two?!"

Breaking the kiss with a satisfied smirk, Y/N turned to face Logan. "Maybe it's not us, Logan. Maybe it's just you."

Rachel chimed in with her signature coolness, "It's not my fault she's into it. You should've known better than to play games."

Y/N, eager to make a show out of the revenge, whispered in Rachel's ear, "Let's give him something to remember."

Their lips collided again, the intensity of their make-out session escalating. Y/N delighted in the audacity of the moment, making sure that every moan, every whispered word, reached Logan's ears. Rachel, in her true mean girl fashion, reveled in the chaos she had orchestrated.

As the kiss continued, Y/N decided to play her final card. Breaking away from Rachel, she looked directly at Logan with a wicked grin. "You know, Logan, maybe you never really knew what I wanted. But Rachel… Rachel knows exactly how to make me scream her name."

Rachel, never one to back down from a challenge, met Y/N's gaze with a provocative smile. "It's not my fault she's like, in love with me."

Logan, red-faced and infuriated, couldn't handle the humiliation. He stormed away, leaving Rachel and Y/N alone in the alleyway, the echoes of their actions hanging in the air.

As they shared a triumphant laugh, Y/N turned to Rachel. "Well, that was quite the show, wasn't it?"

Rachel smirked, "Oh, darling, you have no idea. But hey, it's not my fault if he can't handle a taste of his own medicine."

The two women, bonded by the thrill of the night, continued their journey through the city, leaving behind a trail of drama and heartache. The revenge had been sweet, and during the chaos, Rachel and Y/N found a strange camaraderie—a connection forged in the heat of rebellion and a shared desire to turn the tables on a night gone awry.

As Rachel and Y/N continued down the city streets, the atmosphere between them shifted from the heated revenge to a more curious and conspiratorial tone. Rachel couldn't help but be intrigued by the circumstances that led to Y/N's desire for revenge.

"So, spill it, darling," Rachel said with a playful smile, "What did that guy Logan do to make you want to put on such a fiery performance?"

Y/N chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, Logan... let's just say he's been playing mind games, trying to make me jealous with his ex. Thought it was about time to turn the tables on him."

Rachel's eyebrows arched in amusement. "Mind games? Well, I'd say we certainly gave him a taste of his own medicine back there."

"That we did," Y/N agreed, a satisfied grin playing on her lips. "But you know, Rachel, he's been trying to manipulate me for a while now. Tonight was just the tipping point."

Rachel's expression turned more serious, a hint of genuine interest in her eyes. "Manipulation, huh? What's his deal? Spill the tea, darling."

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then decided to share the details. "He's been trying to make me jealous, questioning my loyalty. Accused me of not caring enough about our relationship. Inviting his ex was just the latest move in his little game."

Rachel nodded in understanding. "Classic narcissist. Couldn't handle not being the center of attention, I suppose."

"Exactly," Y/N agreed. "But hey, your little stunt back there really gave me the upper hand. Now, he's the one left fuming and wondering."

Rachel smirked. "Well, what can I say? It's not my fault he underestimated the power of a good revenge plot."

The two women shared a laugh, their camaraderie solidified by the events of the night. As they continued walking, the city lights guiding their way, Rachel couldn't help but appreciate the audacity and resilience Y/N displayed.

"You know, darling," Rachel said with a playful glint in her eyes, "I think we make quite the dynamic duo. Who needs a manipulative ex when you've got a partner in crime?"

Y/N grinned, "Agreed. And who knows, maybe this night will be the beginning of a beautiful friendship, or at the very least, a memorable chapter in our lives."

Rachel chuckled, "I can definitely drink to that. But first, let's find a place to grab a nightcap and toast to the chaos we've created."

As they continued their journey through the city, Rachel and Y/N left behind the drama of the club, united by the shared experience of turning the tables on a night filled with unexpected twists and turns. Little did they know, the night was far from over, and their newfound camaraderie would lead them to even more exhilarating adventures.

As Rachel and Y/N continued their night, they stumbled upon a new club with pulsating beats that beckoned them inside. The neon lights cast a mesmerizing glow on the dance floor, creating an ambiance of excitement and allure.

As the music throbbed through the air, Y/N couldn't help but be drawn to Rachel's magnetic energy. They found themselves on the dance floor, bodies pressed against each other, moving to the rhythm of the music. The chemistry between them was palpable, an electric charge that seemed to intensify with every beat.

Y/N, fully aware of Rachel's status as a popular actress, couldn't resist the allure of the mysterious and confident mean girl. The knowledge only fueled her desire, and she found herself getting addicted to the taste of Rachel's lips, the thrill of the dance, and the unspoken connection they shared.

The DJ changed the track, and the familiar beats of "Thank U, Next" by Ariana Grande filled the club. Y/N grinned mischievously, recognizing the perfect opportunity to take their dance to the next level.

The two women moved in sync, bodies swaying and grinding against each other with a sense of intimacy that transcended the crowded dance floor. Y/N's hands explored the curves of Rachel's body, and Rachel reciprocated with a teasing touch that sent shivers down Y/N's spine.

As the chorus hit, Y/N leaned in, her lips hovering dangerously close to Rachel's ear. "Thank you, next," she whispered, the words carrying a provocative undertone.

Rachel, captivated by the heat between them, responded with a sultry smirk. "I think we've both moved on to something much more exciting, darling."

The dance floor became their private stage, an intimate performance that left the onlookers in awe. Y/N and Rachel twerked and grinded, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The atmosphere was charged with a heady mix of desire and anticipation.

Rachel, feeling the magnetic pull between them, couldn't resist the intoxicating energy. The lines between the dance and something more blurred as the music enveloped them, and the electric connection intensified.

As the song reached its peak, Rachel, unable to contain her desire, pulled Y/N even closer. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, the taste of the night lingering in the air. The crowd around them erupted in cheers, but the world seemed to fade away as Y/N and Rachel surrendered to the allure of the moment.

When the song finally came to an end, the two women stood breathless, caught in the aftermath of their electrifying dance. Rachel, now fully addicted to the enigmatic girl who had turned the night upside down, gazed into Y/N's eyes with newfound intensity.

"Looks like we've created quite the spectacle," Rachel purred, her voice a mix of desire and amusement.

Y/N, feeling the heat between them, couldn't help but smile. "I guess we make quite the team, don't we?"

The night was far from over, and as Rachel and Y/N navigated the sea of flashing lights and pulsating beats, they were destined for more adventures, their connection forged in the fiery dance of attraction and desire.

The nightclub continued to pulse with energy as Rachel and Y/N, caught in the magnetic pull between them, made their way through the crowd. The allure of their dance still lingered in the air, and a palpable tension simmered beneath the surface.

Rachel, now fully captivated by the enigmatic girl, couldn't resist the desire that coursed through her veins. With a bold glint in her eyes, she leaned in close to Y/N and whispered, "Let's find somewhere a bit more private, shall we?"

The music was blaring and the lights were flashing as Rachel dragged Y/n through the crowded dance floor of the club. Y/n stumbled behind her, a little tipsy from the drinks they had just downed. Y/n was surprised when Rachel suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the toilets. Y/n could feel the excitement and anticipation building in her as Rachel's dominant energy radiated off of her.

Once they were in the dimly lit bathroom, Rachel turned to Y/n with a mischievous glint in her eye. 'Sit on the sink and spread your legs,' she commanded with a hint of authority in her voice. Y/n, feeling bold and turned on, immediately obeyed and perched herself on the edge of the sink. Rachel stepped between her legs, her hands sliding under Y/n's skirt and pulling it up to her waist. Y/n couldn't contain her moans as Rachel's fingers found their way to her already wet and throbbing center.

'You like it rough, don't you?' Rachel growled, her lips hovering just inches from Y/n's. Y/n responded by biting Rachel's bottom lip, causing a low groan to escape from her. Rachel's fingers moved expertly, hitting all the right spots and driving Y/n wild with pleasure. Y/n's hands gripped the edge of the sink, her hips bucking against Rachel's hand as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

But just as Y/n was about to reach her peak, Rachel abruptly stopped and pulled away, a sly grin on her face. 'Not so fast,' she teased, before dropping to her knees in front of Y/n. Y/n's breath caught in her throat as she watched Rachel's hands grab her hips and pull her closer. Without a word, Rachel's tongue darted out and began to trace patterns on Y/n's inner thighs, driving her crazy with desire.

As Rachel's mouth closed in on her core, Y/n couldn't hold back her moans any longer. She tangled her fingers in Rachel's hair, urging her on as she felt the intense pleasure building inside of her. Rachel's tongue flicked and teased, her fingers delving inside of Y/n, hitting just the right spot that had Y/n seeing stars.

With a loud cry, Y/n came undone, her body shaking with the force of her release. But before she could even catch her breath, Y/n was feeling cocky and turned the tables on Rachel. She roughly pushed her against the sink, causing her to let out a surprised gasp. Y/n wasted no time in ripping off Rachel's panties and plunging her fingers inside of her with just as much force and intensity that Rachel had used on her.

Rachel's moans filled the bathroom as Y/n fingered her with abandon, her other hand coming down hard on Rachel's ass with each thrust. The sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed in the small space, adding to the intense and primal atmosphere. Y/n could feel Rachel getting closer to the edge, and she leaned in close to whisper in her ear, 'Say my name when you come.'

With a loud cry of Y/n's name, Rachel reached her peak, her body shuddering with pleasure as Y/n continued to thrust and spank her. Both girls were left panting and sweaty, their bodies still buzzing with the intense pleasure they had just shared. After a few moments of catching their breath, Rachel turned to Y/n with a smirk. 'Looks like we'll have to come back to the club bathroom more often,' she said with a wink.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh and nod in agreement, knowing that this wild and unexpected encounter with Rachel would definitely not be their last.

After the passionate encounter in the dimly lit restroom, Rachel and Y/N found themselves readjusting their disheveled appearance. The air was thick with the lingering heat of desire, and a sense of satisfaction hung between them.

As they stood in front of the restroom mirror, Rachel, still driven by the intense energy between them, couldn't resist the urge to leave a visible mark. She turned Y/N around to face her, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

With a bold move, Rachel leaned in and bit down on Y/N's neck, leaving a possessive hickey. Y/N let out a gasp of surprise, a mix of pleasure and intrigue. The sensation of Rachel's teeth on her skin sent shivers down her spine.

Rachel pulled away, a smirk playing on her lips. "Consider it a mark of possession," she declared with a hint of possessiveness in her voice. "It's not my fault I want you as mine."

Y/N, caught in the intensity of the moment, couldn't help but smile. "Possession, huh? You're playing a dangerous game, Rachel."

Rachel chuckled, a confident glint in her eyes. "Danger is my middle name, darling."

As they fixed their appearance, the hickey served as a visible reminder of the passionate encounter they shared. The nightclub beckoned them back into its vibrant embrace, but now, the connection between Rachel and Y/N had taken on a new layer of intensity.

Exiting the restroom hand in hand, the duo reentered the pulsating atmosphere of the club. The night had become a whirlwind of desire, and as they navigated through the crowd, the hickey on Y/N's neck told a silent tale of the unspoken connection that had ignited between them.

Rachel and Y/N, now bound by the mark of possession, continued their journey through the night, each step carrying the weight of a newfound desire and the promise of more exhilarating adventures. The nightclub's beats echoed in the background, a soundtrack to the dance of passion that had unfolded in the hidden corners of the dimly lit restroom.

As Rachel and Y/N continued to navigate the vibrant atmosphere of the club, the unexpected arrival of Logan injected a new layer of tension into the night. Wasted and stumbling, he entered the venue, his disoriented gaze scanning the crowd.

Spotting Y/N from across the room, Logan's bleary eyes narrowed as he noticed the visible hickey on her neck. Anger bubbled within him, fueled by a mix of intoxication and wounded pride. He stumbled towards Y/N, determination and fury etched on his face.

Y/N, catching sight of Logan's approach, braced herself for the impending confrontation. Rachel, ever the provocateur, sensed the brewing storm and placed a possessive hand on Y/N's waist, a subtle yet deliberate move to stake her claim.

Logan finally reached them, his eyes fixed on the damning evidence on Y/N's neck. "What the hell is that?" he slurred, pointing accusingly at the hickey.

Y/N, unapologetic and emboldened by the night's events, met his gaze with a defiant glare. "What does it look like, Logan? A mark of freedom."

Logan, his anger boiling over, exploded with a drunken fervor. "You've gotta be kidding me! I knew you were up to something!"

Rachel, relishing in the chaos, leaned in with a wicked smirk. "Oh, Logan, darling. You really should have been more careful with what you wished for."

Y/N, seizing the opportunity to twist the knife, added with a smirk, "Rachel here did more for me in the bathroom than you ever did, and I got more satisfaction in those few moments than I ever did with you."

Logan, a cocktail of rage and embarrassment, seethed. "You're out of your mind if you think this is over!"

Rachel, fully enjoying the drama, placed her hands on Y/N's hips, drawing attention to their connection. "Well, darling, I hate to break it to you, but maybe it's time for you to move on. Y/N certainly has."

The physical contact between Rachel and Y/N seemed to ignite a spark in Logan. His face flushed with anger, he raised his voice, "Is this what you want? To be with this... this mean girl?"

Y/N, unyielding, responded, "Logan, I'm done playing your games. I've found someone who knows how to make me feel alive."

Rachel, her hands still on Y/N, leaned in and whispered in a sultry tone, "It's not my fault she chose me over you, Logan."

Logan, unable to contain his frustration, stumbled away into the crowd, leaving Y/N and Rachel behind. The night had taken yet another unexpected turn, and as they stood amidst the pulsating beats of the club, Rachel and Y/N shared a moment of triumph, a sense of liberation that came from breaking free of the toxic ties that had bound them.

As the night unfolded, Logan's presence became a distant memory, and Rachel and Y/N, entangled in the electrifying dance of desire, embraced the freedom of the night and the unspoken connection that had taken root between them.

[jaydekarios]

People You'd Like to Get to Know Better

tagged by @oldanimefan ! thank you for the tag <3

*Fave Ships*

i have so many hyperfixations this list could be like a mile long. i'll try to be brief..

rdr2 - vandermatthews (hosea/dutch), charthur (charles/arthur), arthur and a healthy dose of antibiotics, marybeth/kieran. nbc hannibal - hannigram (hannibal/will), jimmy price/brian zeller (do they have an official ship name?) bg3 - i dont really have any solid ships other than my tav/characters but i've seen some gale/lae'zel content that has me thinking... of course there is bloodweave but i think they'd murder each other. the walking dead - richonne (rick/michonne) until the day i die, connie/daryl (fuck leah), aaron/jesus, going out on a limb and saying shane/rick (look that one scene where shane is wiping the blood off of rick .... they definitely experimented is all im saying.) call of duty - i have been a firm ghostsoap shipper since the early 2010's i was writing fanfiction about them on FANFICTION.NET ! ghost/roach (yes roach was the playable character of mw2 and has no speaking lines but i love him), keegan russ/logan walker (again yes logan was the mute pc in ghosts but i love him.) batman/dc - batjokes, jason todd/roy harper

*Last Film*

the last film i watched was saltburn! all the fuss about the movie really drew me in but oh my god it's so much more than barry keoghans penis, i swear. not nearly as weird and horny as everyone was making it out to be but there are definitely some weird horny moments in there (big fan personally). really really loved the 2000s uk vibe too, im pretty sure they filmed on actual film too? loved it.

*Last Song*

well the song im currently listening to is poison poison - renee rapp, but the last new song i listened to is fire down below - ye banished privateers. look im a big fan of pirate music its so fun (it may or may not have helped inspire a new oc..)

*Currently Reading*

currently not reading anything fun unfortunately. im knee deep in 'understanding and using challenging educational theories' by karl aubrey and alison riley. absolutely riveting read.

passing it to @hugefatballs (missing you brother), @scarfacemarston, @selkiewizard, @tripleyeeet and anyone else who wants to do it ! i just tagged a bunch of mutuals i cannot remember who has already completed this and who hasn't so my bad if you've already done this, or if i didn't tag you and you haven't done it !

[livingdeadgrrlx]

Is it too much if i ask for A-Z? Haha

Not at all lol.

A - Available?

Yes I am

B - Birthday?

January 4th 96

C - Crushing on?

They know who they are 😋

D - Drink you last had?

Umm Snapple orangeade

E - Easiest person to talk to?

My little brother

F - Favourite song?

Currently Rein Raus by Rammstein

G - Grade i hated?

Ummm all of them lol

H - Hometown?

Maspeth NY

I - Icecream flavour?

Strawberry

J - Jellybean flavour?

Buttered Popcorn

K - Killed someone?

😂😂😂 this question just took me out. No not that I’m aware.

L- Longest friendship?

My childhood best friend and I have been friends for like 25 years

M - Milkshake flavour?

Strawberry

N - Number of siblings?

1

O - One wish?

For things to be easier

P - Person who called me last?

My roommate

Q - Question your always asked?

Did those tattoos hurt?

R - Reason to smile?

My cats

S - Song i last sung?

Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money

T - Time you woke up?

8:40am ish

U - Umbrella colour?

I don’t have an umbrella

V - Very best friend?

My roommate Tiffany

W - Which celebrity i’d marry?

Oh boy this a long list haha. Renee Rapp or Marcus Parks from Last Podcast on the Left

X - X rays i had?

My right ankle, my knees, left foot

Y - Your last time you cried?

Last week sometime I think

Z - Zodiac sign?

Capricorn sun Gemini moon Libra rising

[lionydoorin]

listening to tummy hurts by renee rapp because my tummy hurts once again. also knee hurts. ouch

[trickarrows-bishop]

I would love to know what fandoms you're into bc I swear I find the randomest shit on my dashboard and they usually correlate with a fandom I'm in.

drum roll please 🥁🥁🥁

GADIES AND LETELMEN. I GIVE TO U . EVERY FUCKING FANDOM (im lying there's no way these are all of them) THAT IM IN

movies, tv and books and yh u get the idea: (no particular order. im reading off a list) - lost in space - do revenge - the sex lives of college girls (leighton murray the beloved <333) - ted lasso (ted is literally just a little guy i love him fr) - free guy - star wars (i haven't watched anything thats new tbh (aka ashoka) BUT IM GETTING THERE) - crush (the best 2022 movie Of All Time) (ignoring that cast drama ofc cuz wtf was that) - warrior nun (beatrice i am on my knees please) - willow (2022) (jade claymore i am single) - hsmtmts (maddox single handily got me to watch season four tbh. saylor bell curda the woman you are. MY GOD-) - hunger games (SAW TBOSBAS YESTERDAY IT FUCKING ATE RAHHHH) - paper girls (i would sell my left kidney for this) (my left kidney hardly works but im sure you get the gesture) - stranger things (atp finn is all i interact w the fandom most of them have acc ruined it. im looking at the stancys, b*lly defenders/stans and the people who basically helped explode steddie. (idm steddie it is just Everywhere) - the half of it (its just a sweet lil movie yk :') ) - tlou (i've only seen the show but ellie is so fucking funny) - mcu (im blaming my father for this one he acc made me watch them from such a young age that the mcu is just in my fucking dna atp. i haven't watched basically any of phase five other than gotg 3 tho BAHAHHFDJFH) - ALSO THE ATSV MOVIES EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I LOVE EM EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

musicals WOOOOO (yh im kinda a musicals kid moving along): - six the musical (im a lesbian. no explanation needed) - dear evan hansen (cried seeing this live. i am NOT talking about the movie) - & juliet (idk this musical just. ate.) - mean girls (ITS COMING TO THE UK IN SPRING 2024. AND THE MOVIE IN JANUARY IM GONNA BE SOOOOO ANNOYING) - rent (i need like every version of I'll Cover You to be injected to my DNA immediately fanks) - the prom (nothing compares to the lesbian musical of all time (i am NOT talking about the netflix adaption (although araina debose did kinda eat)))

MUSICIANS RAHHH - t swizzle (need u to immediately realise although i am a swiftie i : am aware her music is not for everyone and can accept that she very much is not this perfect person. she has made mistakes in her career . no one is a perfect person. but i will NOT tare this away from her songwriting being fucking insane) - renee rapp (she's the loml she wants me fr (she doesn't know i exist)) (renee releasing any piece of music makes me better and worse at the same time) - holly humberstone (COOLEST FUCKING PERSON ON THE PLANET I LOVE HER MUSIC SM GOD ITS JUST SAD MUSIC RAHHH) - muna (i love cool gay people) - girl in red (see previous point) - sabrina carpenter (although i don't like acc know that many of her songs (rip) she's so fucking cool dude i can't even deny it if i wanted to) - foo fighters (yes i went from taylor swift to foo fighters what about it i love rock music too <3) - arctic monkeys (their music eats next question) - foals (RAHHH AWESOME BAND RAHHHH)

[greenorangevioletgrass]

so i haven’t really written anything for the popstar!reader x footballer!bradley bc a) I went out of town for work, and b) I was knee-deep in research, and i found some fun things along the way.

i know taylor is the main inspo (and i do want popstar to have that magnitude of fame) but im drawing music inspo from other artists as well like renee rapp, lizzy mcalpine I’ve been further procrastinating as well bc this made me write songs again sorry not sorry

as for footballer!bradley… i watched the arsenal documentary on prime and it reminded me of my good ol football-watching days and a lot of his fashion AND playing style will be based off of mikel arteta 😜

[translucent-at-best]

Scatter-brained...

"In the Kitchen" by Renee Rapp has been stuck in my head for going on 72 hours now. That lil white girl can sing.

My algorithms (on all my socials, mind you) have really been algorithming over these praise kink posts. This phone better chill out or I know something...

Am I pansexual? I might be pansexual. Hmm...

Whatever I am, I'm glad that I've grown into the type of person who likes what they like and deals with labels as an afterthought. Considering all the things that have to align for me to like someone in the first place? I'm a lot less inclined to write someone off for things other than how they treat me and make me feel and how they treat others and make them feel.

Whatever happened to Pop Vasquez? That "2-something to do something, 3-something lemme see something!" was a word lol.

Out of the clear blue the other day, I had a flashback of being pulled across a bed by my ankles to get eaten out. Wow. Love that for past Michelle. Hopefully that's something future Michelle will be experiencing soon.

Lowboy's Fresh Burger and Gator Fries effortlessly and humbly do what In-N-Out thinks it's doing. And what they're doing is the Lord's work.

The only new year "resolution" I have is to read one book per month, meaning I've got 8 days to finish Love Radio. I can do this.

I had WingStop for the first time last Thursday. Lemon Pepper? I get it.

The way my knees get to buckling when someone says "I'm proud of you" really should've been my first hint that I might have a praise kink. It really should've. Like how in the whole fuck did we miss that?

Tomorrow (technically, later today) begins the first full week back at school since winter break. Pray for me. Send good vibes and well wishes. And the tamale lady with the champurrado if you see her. It's finna be a semana.

[elokitties]

renee rapp not knowing who kylie minogue is……. I just fell to my knees

[elliemulligan]

[ renee rapp | 24 | cisfemale | she/her ] Hey, look! It’s [ELEANOR MULLIGAN] at [THE CENTER FOR PERFORMING ARTS]. Did you know they [WORK] there as a [COSTUME DESIGNER]? I guess they’re from [EAST HAVEN] and have been in town for [20 YEARS], living in [DOWNTOWN]. I also heard they’re a little [MANIPULATIVE], but also very [SOCIABLE] which definitely makes sense.

Ellie is my new girl. She's a big personality and a bit of a nightmare at times. She's grown up as the apple of her parent's eyes and got away with everything, they saw no faults. That has led her to being pretty self absorbed.

More Information

Born to two devoted parents Ellie was the apple of their eye.

At the age of 3 she suffered meningitis. She was in hospital for an extended period of time and it was touch and go. She ended up losing over 50% of her hearing and her left leg was amputated below the knee.

Her parents never got over how close they came to losing her. They coddled her and allowed her to have everything she wanted.

Ellie became pretty good at manipulating her parents to get what she wanted.As she grew older the manipulation continued, branching out to more people.

Ellie was a social butterfly and she learnt to read people, a skill that has helped her throughout her life.

In High School Ellie was able to convince teachers to give her extensions and allow her to gain extra credit.

After High School Ellie headed off to college to study Fashion Design.

Her parents paid for everything, allowing Ellie to party and socialise and spend a small bit of time on her work.

After college she didn’t know what to do next so she headed home, her parents still willing to pay for whatever she needed, she was their miracle afterall.

Ellie is currently a costume designer at the Center of Performing Arts.

She loves people and can be a good friend, the people that matter to her are her world and she would kill for them.

On the flip side Ellie also has quite a few shallow friendships.

Ellie is a lesbian and was a prolific dater both in School and College.

Ellie is also Isla and Joshua's cousin.

Wanted Connections:

Best Friend: She needs someone who will tell it to her straight, who will put her in her place when she oversteps.

Both bad influences: These two aren't the best for each other. They encourage each others bad sides but they also have a lot of fun together.

Good influence: someone who sees through the bullshit but also has the kind of presence that encourages Ellie to be less of a dick.

Mom Friend: Ellie definitely needs someone looking out for her.

Signing Friend: Ellie's parents made sure that they all learnt ASL after she lost her hearing. She doesn't rely on it much but sometimes it's nice not to have to work to hear.

Creative Friends: Ellie is very creative, so she's drawn to other creative people.

Exes: Ellie is gay and has a variety of exes, so send them all my way.

Ex hookups: Same as above but with less emotions.

FWBs: Always up for a bit of no strings attached fun.