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the perfect bet🚩

part 2

pairing: bad boy!Jay x new girl!reader.

genre: romance, angst, fluff, bad boy-good girl trope, new girl trope, smut, strangers to lovers, the bet trope, fast paced story.

warnings: smut, violence, use of alcohol, lots of dialogue.

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"YOU WHAT!?" wonhee exclaimed in shock as you disclosed your invitation to a party.

"keep your voice down, wonhee! mom's going to freak if she finds out..." you attempted to placate your sister, but she darted off to inform your mom nonetheless.

"MOMMY~! Y/N's BEEN INVITED TO A PARTY!" her shrill voice pierced through the house, summoning both your parents to sprint up the stairs with remarkable speed.

"Y/N's WHAT? oh, my baby, i'm so proud of you! your first-ever party since wonhee's 6th birthday," your mom exclaimed, feigning to wipe away a fake tear.

"my Y/N-nie has grown so much! she's even invited to a grown-up party," your dad chimed in, aggravating you further.

"guys, i'm capable of socializing," you huffed, eliciting peculiar glances from your family.

"yeah, sure," wonhee rolled her eyes. "let's pick you an outfit!" she giggled as she whisked you towards your wardrobe, but as soon as she swung it open, her complexion paled.

"mom..." she turned to your mother. "she has no clothes," wonhee lamented, rushing into your mom's embrace, which sparked laughter from your parents. however, you remained unimpressed.

"Y/N darling, borrow some clothes from wonhee. i'm sure you guys are the same size. your dad and i will be downstairs; don't forget to show us your outfit when you're done!" your mom suggested before departing with your dad, leaving you and your sister to retreat to her room.

"wonhee, it's not a big deal. i can just wear one of my dresses," you sighed as she began rummaging through her extensive wardrobe.

"one of your dresses, meaning your nun ones? nu-uh! it's the golden trio's first party of the semester; you have to look smoking hot." you resigned yourself to her insistence as she presented her options.

the first was overly provocative: a white corset top that accentuated your bust paired with a short silver sequin skirt that left little to the imagination. the second offered no breathing room with a tight bralette and the shortest shorts imaginable. seeing your discontent, wonhee grew frustrated. "my dear sister, what do YOU want to wear?"

you scanned her closet before fixing your gaze on a white mini dress. "what about that one?" you suggested.

wonhee eagerly handed it to you, urging you to try it on. surprisingly, you liked it. the dress hugged your curves flawlessly, falling just below your hips, revealing just a hint of your chest and back.

"you look amazing! i think some steve madden heels would complement it perfectly, along with accessories, of course. sit, i'll do your makeup." and so, you entrusted her with the task. your makeup turned out splendidly, the curls in your hair completing the ensemble. somehow, you found yourself enjoying this impromptu makeover.

"come on, let's show mom and dad how stunning you look," wonhee exclaimed, handing you a purse to match your outfit as you descended the staircase with confidence. as expected, your parents adored your look, though your dad found it slightly excessive, relenting under the persuasion of your mom and sister.

after wonhee finished preparing for her sleepover, your dad chauffeured you both to your respective destinations. upon dropping off wonhee, he parked outside the house where the party was hosted, a few blocks away. glancing at the time—7:32—you straightened your dress before making your way to the front door and ringing the bell.

“who are—OH hi, Y/N!” sunghoon said before welcoming you in, guiding you inside.

you gave your dad one last look before going inside the house, suddenly engulfed by loud music, the smell of cigarettes hitting your nose, and the flashing lights blinding your eyes.

“make yourself at home. we have drinks, snacks, bedrooms are upstairs, don’t use my parents’ one though. aaaaand, jay’s there.” he pointed towards the boy clad in a basketball jersey with loose pants. even with his simple look, jay looked somewhat…attractive.

“Y/N! you made it.” jay beamed at your presence, welcoming you with a warm hug.

you froze upon his friendly action. hesitantly, you pulled away as soon as you got stuffy. “yeah, wouldn’t miss it..” you mumbled.

“come on, i’ll introduce you to some people,” jay offered, leading you through the crowded living room. you noticed several familiar faces from school, but also a few you didn’t recognize.

as you followed jay, he guided you to a group gathered around a table. “everyone, this is Y/N,” jay announced, drawing curious glances from the group.

“hey, Y/N! i’m jake,” one of the guys said, giving you a friendly smile, you just nodded as a response.

“alright, that’s all! let’s get you a drink,” jay suggested, steering you towards the kitchen. the counters were lined with an assortment of bottles and cups. “what would you like? we have punch, soda, and…other stuff,” he said while pointing towards the big selection.

“i’ll just have some punch,” you decided, not wanting to dive into the harder stuff just yet. jay handed you a cup, and you took a cautious sip. it was fruity and sweet, with just a hint of something stronger.

“thanks..” you said, taking another sip and looking around. the music was loud, and people were dancing in the living room. the atmosphere was lively, but you started to feel a bit overwhelmed.

“do you mind if i take a breather for awhile? i’m not into this crowd..” you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“of course, let’s head up to my room. it’s quieter there,” jay said, guiding you up the stairs. you passed by other partygoers, but the noise started to fade as you reached the second floor. jay led you to his room and opened the door, revealing a cozy space with posters on the walls and a neatly made bed.

“make yourself comfortable,” he said, closing the door behind you. you sat on the bed, feeling the tension in your shoulders start to ease.

“i presume you must be close to sunghoon, seeing that you practically have a room here.” you confessed, looking around his room.

“i guess. i stay at his house most of the time, at least when it’s too noisy in my house.” he shrugs.

“oh.. what’s causing the noise in your house?” you asked as you took a seat on his bed.

he looked at you reluctantly before answering, knowing that for his plan to work, he needed to open up to you.

“it’s my parents. they.. they.. keep fighting. it’s like, if you’re so prone with each other, why not get a divorce? but then what would be of me.”

what came out of his mouth was unexpected. how come, the “perfect” boy at decelis high, turned out to be someone with these problems.

“hey, it’s not your fault.” you say, as you struggle to find the words to comfort him.

“thanks Y/N.” he offered you a tight smile.

as the conversation continued, you felt more at ease. jay was easy to talk to, and he made you feel seen. after a while, you noticed a bottle of whiskey on his dresser.

“mind if i have some of that?” you asked, nodding towards the bottle.

jay hesitated. “are you sure? it’s pretty strong.”

“yeah, just a little,” you insisted, needing something to take the edge off. jay poured a small amount into a cup and handed it to you. you took a sip, feeling the burn as it went down.

before you knew it, one sip turned into several, and you felt yourself getting tipsy. jay noticed and gently took the cup from you.

“hey, i think you’ve had enough,” he said, his voice filled with concern.

“maybe you’re right,” you slurred, giggling. “i’ve never drank before.”

“yeah, i can tell,” jay said with a chuckle. “come on, let’s get you home.”

he helped you to your feet, supporting you as you stumbled. “wait, i need your address. can you tell me where you live, Y/N?” he asked you but realized that you’re too drunk to make of anything, so he took the liberty of calling your sibling.

wonhee’s number wasn’t hard to find as you saved her number “wonhee my little sister” and she was on the top of your call list.

“hey, wonhee, it’s jay. Y/N’s had a bit too much to drink. can you give me your address so i can take her home?” he listened for a moment, then nodded, not knowing that on the other side of the phone is a teenager who is so ready to hear what happened between the most popular boy and her nerdy sister.

jay carefully guided you down the stairs and out to his car. he buckled you in and started the engine, driving carefully to your house. when you arrived, he helped you up the steps and rang the doorbell.

your parents answered, their expressions shifting from worry to relief when they saw you with jay.

“thank you so much for bringing her home,” your mom said, guiding you inside.

“it’s no problem. i wanted to make sure she got home safe,” jay replied.

“would you like to stay the night? it’s late, and we have a guest room.”

[pplatonic]

Baby's First Pride

I'm 16 and a half years old. I came out to my parents inspired by a story at my school's GSA - just walk up the stairs and call it out. I was terrified, but they were accepting, and I learnt that my brother has trans friends and that Mom even experimented with girls when she was a teen. It's 5:10 PM, so it's probably time to go to the pride event Mom has been talking about all week. She said her boss told her about it, and that it's all ages. I get dressed in my Hatsune Miku cosplay, drape my Aromantic pride flag around my shoulders, and tie the ends in a reef knot around my neck to wear it as a cape.

I go downstairs, putting my Miku wallet in my bag, and take a short video of me twirling around to send it to my friends captioned 'ARO MIKU IS GOING TO PRIDE.' When I get outside, my parents and Mom's friend coo at my outfit, saying I look nice. They say goodbye to Mom's friend and they get ready, and they stop at Walmart to buy 'pride gear' to try and match my look. They get me pins, because they know I love pins.

I listen to my playlist of Magical Mirai albums as Dad drives us to the pride event. He does an illegal U-turn, and I tell him cops aren't allowed at pride, so we're okay. We park.

When we get there, the first thing we notice is all the food trucks. We ate before we came here, because they didn't think there'd be food. The first thing we do is Mom and Dad get alcoholic canned drinks, and they later buy me a cold vanilla latte at a different booth. We start walking around.

Mom's more interested in the concert being held by a queer artist who's name I didn't catch, and she jokes about us going to mosh there. I tell her it's dangerous and that I'm wearing my binder right now, and my dad comments that he didn't even notice.

While we're standing and waiting around, Dad perplexedly exclaims that there's a bar. I tell him as a joke that of course there's a bar, this is pride. He doesn't get it, so I explain the history of gay bars and the Mafia and all of that, and tell him the original pride parade was a protest where parking meters were uprooted and bricks were thrown at cops.

We start walking around to the several booths of queer creatives selling their art, and my eyes are battling between scouting for pins and looking at all the kinds of people here. It's truly all ages, from seniors to toddlers. I see as many visibly disabled and plus-size people as I do visibly abled and skinny people. When we first started walking in to the event, we saw a person in a cutesy lolita-styled outfit with cat ears and tail in the trans colours, in front of someone embracing their trans flag.

As I look around, I see various flags: bi, pan, lesbian, trans, nonbinary, genderfluid. On a couple people's shirts I see the ace flag. But as far as I'm aware, I'm the only person here in this entire crowd wearing the Aromantic flag. It's bittersweet, to be the sole representation of your people.

I see people in all styles of clothing as well: goth, punk, alternative, grunge, trendy, cute, casual, retro. I see some people standing out in absolutely fabulous outfits with sequins everywhere. I see a dog in a gay-coloured tutu, and a person with pride-coloured butterfly wings on their arms. Half the people here have dyed hair of some kind.

We sit down and take a break. It's near the mini waterpark nearby, which makes it fresh and cool-feeling and perfect for a break. A child with endless joys in their heart ends up spraying us with water, and we get a move on. I go around to multiple booths and buy an assortment of pins, one that says "I'M SO GAY I CAN'T EVEN THINK STRAIGHT" and one with a fuzzy Aro-coloured animal on it.

When we sit for a final break, I find two dirty books on the ground as Mom hands me a progress flag pin she found. I pick up the books. One is a 'queer history tour' of Edmonton brochure that has multiple locations of down-town and their associated queer histories. The other book is a mental wellness book targeted mainly at Indigenous folk, but I decide to take it any way since a lot of it advice applies to everyone. I show my Mom the page on ableist language, that talks about replacing words like 'crazy,' 'insane,' and 'psycho' with words like 'wild,' 'bananas,' and 'ridiculous.'

When we start walking back to the car, we see a group of four dressed ridiculously. One of them has massive, bouncing balloon tits, and they stand out the most. I'm afraid of what my parent's reaction will be, and this is what I told them to be nice about before we came, because pride was and still is a protest. They laugh and move on. I'm a little surprised that they're so cool with it.

We stop by the truck at the very start of the walk as Mom comments on it. It's a kink gear store. I stare in awe at the bear pride flag and leather puppy pride flag, telling my family about them. I have to ask one of them to confirm it's the leather puppy flag because I'm not wholly sure, and the people running the truck smile as they teach me about it.

We drive home, and as we walk back to the house, I think about Mom and Dad's reaction to the person with the balloon tits. I think about how they laughed kindly at one of the biggest displays of societal norm defiance I've ever seen. And then I think about the openly disabled people I saw with their pretty canes and wheelchairs, I think about the punks with fishnets and leather jackets and high boots, I think about the emo kandi kids with their black-and-rainbow stockings and vibrant kandi cuffs, I think about the booth run by African black people that stood for trans black liberation, I think about the truck run by kinksters decorated with historical flags, I think about the two feminine-presenting people I saw kissing and the transmasculine gay couple I saw holding hands.

I think about all of us, the societal outcasts that we are, proudly displaying what outcasted us in the first place, without a single person yelling that we're faggots, or trannies, or cripples, or fatasses, or freaks.

And for the first time in a long time, in all my childhood where I was ostracized from the girls for being too tomboyish from the boys for being born a girl, so badly until I started ostracizing myself, I know that I'm safe and welcome, somewhere in the world.

[pacthesis]

áo dài month - week 3

day 15

thrifted online!

it was someone’s wedding dress!

the tunic looks just like the one my mom wore for her wedding!

uses snap fastener buttons in the front!

takes me a lot longer to put on compared to áo dài that use back zippers!

day 16

3d flowers! beading!

sheer flared raglan sleeves!

multi-layered sheer panels!

had my eye on this one but i slept on it then it sold out and i was sad but then a few months later exactly one in my size was in stock from another seller!

day 17

iconic high collar!

multi-layered knee-length chiffon panels!

floral and feather motif!

my parents also got this one from a nice local!

she did some alterations so it fits me really well!

one of my favs!

day 18

sheer off-shoulder sleeve!

halter tie neck!

velvet!

while i love the iconic high collar and raglan sleeves- i also enjoy trends and áo dài of different styles!

i'd describe my fashion style as: "if i like it- then i like it!"

day 19

floral motif with 3d flowers!

sequin bird!

sheer flared raglan sleeves!

multi-layered sheer panels!

btw áo means "shirt/clothes" and dài means "long"!

my dad likes dressing up but he doesn’t like wearing em!

but my mom and pizza man and i do!

day 20

polka dot print!

iconic raglan sleeve! iconic high collar! iconic long panels!

this fit reminds me of kirsty from style savvy fashion forward- the lady next door who makes doll furniture!

i have a crush on her..

day 21

no raglan sleeve!

cool piping!

embroidered flowers and butterflies!

knee-length panels!

cool tassel!

btw every áo dài i have was made in vietnam!

yee-haw!

[cassieuncaged]

Character Profile: Wren LaRue

TW: mentions of homicide, gun violence, death, verbal abuse, criminal violence, marijuana use, recreational drug use

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GENERAL INFORMATION

Universe: To Live and Die in L.A.

Full Name: Wren Regine LaRue

Nicknames: Wrennie, Song Bird, Birdie

Age: 25

Date of Birth: 10/30/1960

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: queer; is in the early stages of discovering this and is still learning a lot about herself.

Religion: raised in a Jewish (mother's side) and Christian (father's side) house hold; practiced and upheld both faiths growing up. Practices Buddhism as an adult.

Race/Ethnicity: white; French, German, and Hungarian ancestry

Country of Origin: United States of America

Hometown: Los Angeles, California

Current Place of Residence: Los Angeles, California

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Skin: has fair skin. Tans lightly, mostly burns.

Height: 5'1

Weight: 120

Eye Color: emerald green, bright and catlike

Hair Color: chocolate brown

Hair Texture: thick with an oily texture

Hair Length: shoulder length

Body Type: isn't muscular or athletic, has a soft tummy and arms. Has toned legs and hips from pole dancing.

Body Shape: hourglass

Other Notable Features: is a 36C. Bra size isn't important but she's noticeably busty which is often the first thing men notice about her. This face makes her uncomfortable. Has a port wine stain birth mark on the top of her right foot

Clothing Style: classy yet risque. short skirts, mini dresses, silk dresses, dresses with side slits, sleeveless turtlenecks, black, plum, maroon, knee high boots, patent black pumps, ankle boots, thong sandals, velvet, leather, suede, crystal and silver jewelry, high-waisted shorts, dark denim, faded t-shirts, striped bikinis, lots of sequins and jewel tones when dancing. Wears a brassy locket her father got her when she was a child when she's not working or swindling. It was one of the last memories she has of him.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: passionate, witty, resourceful, confident, clever, tenacious, self-reliant, ambitious, focused

Negative Traits: dishonest, untrustworthy, selfish, unapproachable, immature, superficial, irrational

Hobbies: conning, sketching, dancing, writing poetry

HEALTH

Physical Health: is physically healthy with relatively no ailments other than the occasional cold.

Allergies: shellfish. Which is unfortunate as she loves seafood.

Mental Health: suffers PTSD from loosing her father when she was in adolescence as well as depression.

Phobias: hoplophobia (fear of firearms) Formed from her father being shot at his bank accounting job by a disgruntled client. Considering the line of work she's in as well as her personal life, she is often on edge. agoraphobia - severity varies

PROFESSIONAL LIFE

Education: graduated high school.

Professions: exotic dancer, grifter/swindler/con artist

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS

Current Significant Others: Rick Masters, Bianca Torres

Past Significant Others: Billy Del Vecchio - young man she met at a bar when a mark of hers didn't show up. Wren was 21 at the time and stayed with Billy for 3 years. He eventually took her virginity before leaving her for a more established woman.

FAMILIAL RELATIONSHIPS

Mother: Vivienne Marie Hoffman

Father: Albert Andrew LaRue (deceased)

Siblings: Breton 'Brett' Henry LaRue, Thomas Dorian LaRue

Children: N/A

Other Notable Family Members: Great Aunt Vida. Vida was the most open minded family, which given her age was shocking. She practiced new age religion (using both pagan and wicca traditions), collected crystals, read tarot cards, and grew and kept a few small weed plants. She had a positive influence on Wren, who lived within walking distant. Died at 85 years old when Wren was 16; this was several years after Albert and Brett died.

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS

Friends: Shelly Valentino, Ruth Lanier

Enemies: Richard 'Dick' Chance

Pets: Bitsy the calico cat

BIOGRAPHY

Childhood:

Wren was born the youngest of three into a relatively happy family. She was closest with her father and was quickly spoiled by Albert and had decent relationships with her brothers, Brett and Tom. Early on, Wren discovered that she could manipulate people emotionally to get what she wanted.

Vivienne thought forced her daughter to perform in dance classes though the child found solace in ballet and tap dancing, in spite of her mother.

Adolescence:

Her childhood was rather lonely since she had difficulty keeping friends and cared little about going to school, though kept her grades up in hopes of going to school to pursue choreography for Broadway productions.

However, her father and brother were shot point blank during a hold up at the bank Albert worked at. Both were natural mediator's and attempted to talk down the shooter.

Tom went to college in Massachusetts and left Wren with their verbally abusive mother. During this time, she squirrelled away the inheritance to escape Vivienne as soon as she was of legal age.

Adulthood:

At 18, she got a job as a waitress at a themed diner where she met her closest friend and future roommate, Shelly. They got an apartment together and Wren burned through her inheritance for rent money while combating severe agoraphobia.

At 21, Wren got a job as a stripper at a truck stop off of Ventura. While ends were being met, the creeps that came in there inspired her to start swindling sleazy business men. She blackmailed unsuspecting marks of up to $1000 dollars and once was held at knife point because of it.

The first person she was intrigued by was Rick Masters, whom she met at one of Shelly's art shows. They began a sexual relationship as well as a polyamorous relationship with Rick's girlfriend, Bianca.

Wren became the target of FBI agent, Richard Chance, who had a personal vendetta against the counterfeiter. Remained faithful to Rick until his untimely death.

Late in Life:

Wren and Bianca split up amicably while the former moved to Boston to be reunited with her brother, Tom. She gave up crime and pursued smalltime choreography in local theater and lived in the city until she died.

Wren never married nor had children.

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