#we had a wild ass situation so we r trying to find 2 other girls to stay in with

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I'M MAKIN FRIENDS AND I'M NOT EVEN IN UNI YET HSGSHSSB YALL IM ESTATIC THE OPTIONS KEEP AND KEEP GROWING!!! MISS WORLDWIDE WHOM????

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A Visiting Future, pt. 1

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: A commissioned series for @girl-next-door-writes . There will be FOUR PARTS, all written. 

Summary: Someone from the future comes to visit Steve and you, and they have a message.

Part 1   ��Part 2   Part 3   Part 4

There were two things going through Steve Rogers mind as he fought off a pair of Hydra agents; the first was that if it was ever going to be possible to finally rid the world of their presences, and second, was fighting all he was good for? It had been nearly six months since Wanda and Sam had joined the team, and he had still been searching for his old friend, Bucky; and while he would never give up on any leads to find him, Steve was growing tired. The fighting was never ending and often he ached, when alone, for downtime or even a chance to amuse himself with thoughts of something more – like the boy from Brooklyn used to do. Was there more to life than being an Avenger, and would the work ever come to an end? Of course, he was grateful for the team and cared about them like family, because they were, in fact, the only family he had left. Yet, a man was only human; he was only human and longed for things many did.

“Cap, I got eyes on the prize,” Sam echoed through the comm. Steve looked to the sky and saw the wings of the Falcon, and ordered him to take down those he could, while the rest of the group ran to help him. He immediately brought down the two agents swiftly with his shield and raced alongside Wanda, who was using her own abilities to take down whoever came toward the duo. Steve smiled at her and thought how far the young woman had come, and he felt a sense of pride when she nodded to him before taking off ahead of him. He did that sometimes, let the others take the lead – he realized it was important to do so, and that, maybe, he was setting them up for the future. A future that didn’t include him, at least not when it came to the Avengers – and maybe that’s why he recruited Sam and Wanda, and the newest member: you, a woman who held a strong sense of leadership that won him over the day Maria Hill asked the Avengers for help locating you.

You were a former SHIELD agent, who was captured while out in the field -another Hydra experiment gone wrong or right, it all depended on how one looked at the situation. Long story short, they injected you with some serum that gave you the ability to burn things with your hand; your hands would glow this yellow fluorescent color and warm whatever you touched. It had taken some time and training to get things under control, and eventually you learned how to turn it off and on. Bad guys? They got the grunt of your heat, would be burned on the spot, heat seeped through what part of them you touched – it was enough to weaken them if you were feeling generous. Good guys? Well, you developed a fun party trick with popcorn that Clint most of all enjoyed.

Steve caught up to Wanda, who fought alongside you, as Sam took to the sky again.

“Steve, my heat radar showed six different bodies,” you said to him, looking down at the holo-watch on your wrist. He noted your confusion and asked what was wrong. “They just disappeared.”

Wanda shook off the last of the agents and turned to you. “How could that be?”

Looking to the Cap, you examined his face and noticed his lips pursed in thought, but only for a moment. He looked to you and nodded. “You two check the perimeter, I’m going in. And Sam? Keep an eye on all exits from above.”

“Be careful, Cap,” you advised, motioning for Wanda to follow you. Steve watched as the two of you disappeared around the building, and took a deep, preparing breath before racing toward the building. He kicked opened the door of the Hydra hide out and took slow deliberate steps as he approached a long hallway – it was dark, but he kept going and looked down at his own holo-watch. There were no warm bodies or any sign of life, as he scanned the building from where he stood until something popped up on the radar.

“I have eyes on someone,” he said.

“Wanda and I are heading in from the back,” you said.

He didn’t reply because the figure seemed to move toward where he stood; holding up his shield, Steve took a fighting stance and waited for the person to come through the end of the hallway door. The anticipation was killing him as he heard footsteps approaching and then the door sliding open – Steve was ready to fight expecting to see a Hydra agent, but that was not who came through the door.

It was a young man, a kid no older than twenty it seemed. His eyes were wild until they landed on Steve and it seemed his entire demeanor relaxed, and what confused Steve the most was the smile – the smile on the young man’s face.

He looked relieved and it seemed odd to Steve as the young man approached him cautiously, yet the smile remained.

“I’m glad my timing is right,” he explained, eyeing the stance Steve had taken. “You can relax, I’m not trying to fight – believe me, I know how you fight, and Aunt Nat had plenty of stories to tell.”

He stared at the man in disbelief. “Aunt Nat? You know Romanoff?”

“She was my number one babysitter whenever Mom and you needed a night off.”

Steve’s body seized as his shield moved down to his side, he looked at the kid and wasn’t sure what to say or believe. Millions of thoughts ran through his head, unable to wrap his brain around the fact that this young man is suggesting something he couldn’t even apprehend. His chest heaved and before he could ask for confirmation, the kid took three steps closer to him.

“I’m going to take a picture out of my pocket, don’t kick my ass,” he joked but Steve didn’t break a smile; he just waited to see whatever evidence he had to show. “Man, you have definitely lightened up over the years.”

“You’re catching me on a trying day,” Steve said, swinging his shield to his back where it locked onto its strap. He watched as the kid pulled out the photo and held it out.

“I know whatever I say you won’t believe until you see this photo,” he said. “I need your help, so please look at it.”

His words seemed genuine, so Steve took the folded photo but before he could open it, you came rushing into the room. He looked up from the folded photo and saw you standing behind the kid, fists glowing.

“Steve! You didn’t respond to my call on the comm, shit, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m sorry, but we have a situation,” he said to you, eyes on the young man, who looked as though he had seen a ghost. His eyes were watery, and Steve could see his body shaking as he slowly turned to face you.

You stared at the young man in front of you, the color of your fist dimming down to your regular skin tone as the kid attacked you with a hug. Eyes wide, you looked to Steve, who just stood there with a piece of paper in his hand – calling out his name, your hands fell to your side as the young man held you tight, mumbling something you couldn’t understand.

Disregarding your calls, Steve glanced down at the photo and slowly unfolded it. The picture was wrinkled in the middle, but it was clear as the morning sun – the first face he recognized was his own, standing in front of a sign that read Yosemite Park. He was holding a boy, maybe five, on his shoulder and with his other arm, he held a woman close to his side.

“Steve,” you called his name again, but his eyes couldn’t take them off the woman’s face until Wanda and Sam came running into the room, the latter demanding to know what the hell was happening. Steve ignored his friend, eyes searching the room for yours – a lump in his throat, unable to speak as he looked into the eyes that matched those in the photo.

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Reylo Fic Recs Long Ass Fics pt 2: Alternate Universe

Someone asked for fic recs 100K or over, so here they are. See Pt. 1 for Canon Verse or Alternate Canon Verse fics. (I haven’t read all of these- my personal comments are in bold)

Equilibrium by AttackoftheDarkCurses & thebuildingsnotonfire. (modern, E, 479K)

When Rey works up the nerve to ask Grand Master Luke Skywalker to train her, she makes friends and finds something deep and wonderful in the martial art known as Taekwondo.

She never thought the choice would change her life.

Alternatively, a (long) story of love, family, and Martial Arts.

The Heartbreak Prince by diasterisms. (Harry Potter, E, WIP) 

I swore I would never read Harry Potter AU’s or Works In Progress, but for this fic I broke both rules. This is, pun not intended, so magical in every way. It has me SHOOK and if somehow you haven’t heard of it yet, do yourself a favor and check it out!

In Living Memory by SpaceWaffleHouseTM. (multiple times, E, 221K)

Ben and Rey are rendered immortal after being struck by lightning at the precise same moment, and keep running into one another as the centuries drag on. Waffle’s stories are all amaaaaazing and you need to read ALL of them.

Hit Me With Your Best Shot by SageMcMae. (modern, E, 214k)

MMA fighter, Kylo Ren is suspended from the league and sentenced to community service at his uncle’s martial arts academy. There he meets Rey Niima, a recent graduate with a natural ability and incredible potential.

Soul Searching by OptimisticBeth. (AU, Modern, E, 205K)

A Soulmates AU in which Ben is horrified to find out he’s soulmates with his 16 year old student, ten years his junior. (no underage shenanigans) This fic fucked me up. The world building is so stunning. The story is rich with love and fluff, but oh the angst. Soooo much angst and emotional anguish and two people who are trying their best but just can't communicate for shit. The overall story is so beautiful and worth every heartbreaking moment. A happy ending WILL come!

Satan Wears a Rolex by AquaWolfGirl. (Modern, E, 205K)A Devil Wears Prada AU. Unfinished, but it’s fascinating and it ends well where it is.

Hiraeth by Ferasha. (1990′s, E, 204K)

An absolute angst and pain train of a historical war fic. This is not a comfort fic. It will fuck you up. But if you’re into that, the way they’ve woven canon plot in with the Yugoslav Wars is a masterpiece. It’s dark and gritty and will make you feel things.

Le Fin Du Fin by QueenOfCarrotFlowers @leofgyth. (Victorian, E, 196K) A Crimson Peak AU!!! This writer has never let me down.

A Proposal by Any Other Name by Lucidlucy. (Modern, E, 188) A Leap Year AU.

Salt in the Blood by Hagen. (9th century, E, 169K) Featuring pre-Norman invasion Ireland, selkies, love of the sea, and mythical creatures.

The Great Big No by dietplainlite. (1990′s, E, 165K)

Kylo Ren is third generation rock royalty, a reigning brat prince starting to feel the burn of the fame he reached for with both hands. Rey is an aspiring singer on the verge of a big break, provided her A&R guy still has a job by the time she reaches LA. Their paths have crossed briefly, disappointingly, before. What happens when they collide?

The Trail Bride by SecretReyloTrash. (AU, Wild West, E, 160K)

Rey Niima finds herself in a perilous situation when her husband dies at the start of their journey West. From the few bachelors on the trail in her party; she attaches herself to the best of her options- mysterious Banker Ben Solo. A really interesting, amazing piece. Lots of introspection, and a heart wrenchingly real look into abuse and recovery. I emotionally digested for days.

The Sacred Texts by Eskayrobot & Poaxath. (Modern, E, 159K)

Doing the Unstuck by slipgoingunder. (Modern, E, 158K) A When Harry Met Sally AU.

The Mating Service by AlbaStarGazer. (Modern A/B/O, E, 146K)

If Rey had known how quickly she would find her biological mate and alpha through the world wide mating service, 'Match,' she might have considered signing up years ago.

Unravel Me by UnderTheCancerMoon. (Modern, E, 145K)

Rey and Ben push and pull their way through their 20's, experiencing the love, success, loss, and challenges that make life rich.

Fire Away by Daisyflo. (Modern, E, 141K)

The Witch in the Wood by HarpiaHarpyja @thisgarbagepicker & Inmyownidiom. (Fantasy, E, 138K)

I cannot say enough good things about this fic. It’s serving you knight Kylo and witch Rey and so so many good feelings. Sure there’s some angst and dark magic and some struggles but mostly this is a lovely Ghibli-esque story about two people living in a treehouse and talking to animals and having a really good life! Everything HarpiaHarpyja writes is magic.

Snow Without Winter by neonheartbeat. (Renaissance, E, 138K) 

If you’re into serious historical fics (this once features catholicism and Rome in 1492) this is for you.

Lemon-hot Summer by IshaRen & pr3tty_g1rl5. (Modern, E, 130K).

In which Ben is the horniest virgin alive and Rey is bored and looking for something (or someone) to do.

Stranger Than Fiction by daxcat79. (Modern, E, 127K). Grumpy writer Ben and sunshine muse Rey.

Like Red But Not Quite by @kylotrashforever. (Modern, E, 126K) KTF is a god-tier reylo writer and you need to do yourself a favor and go read everything they have ever written.

Dark Water by LinearA. (1950′s, E, 125K)

The North Shore by @strawberrycupcakehuckleberrypie. (Modern, E, 125K)

Notting Hill vibes. Actor Ben meets shop owner Rey, and both their lives are changed instantly. It’s mostly about them both being smitten and starting a really good life together!! Lovely!

Stars In My Pockets (Wear Daisies In My Hair) by LostInQueue. (Modern, E, 125K). A Reylogan fic.

we could plant a house, we could build a tree by like_a_dove. (Modern, E, 124K).

An absolute classic. It’s about growing pains and growing feelings - the transition from childhood into adulthood and all the messy bits in between. God, it will hurt you. Badly. But it’ll be so, so worth it.

go i know not whither and fetch i know not what by voicedimplosives. (1990′s, E, 118K)

Russian Mafia AU!! A truly beautiful piece of work. Great plot,great smut, great Bendemption arc. It’s an emotional rollercoaster that’s fully worth the ride.

Souviens-toi de moi by Maniable. (Modern/historical, E, 117K)

Disconnect by Weatherbug02. (Modern, E, 115K) 

Candyleg by 5cents. (1950′s, E, 115K)

The girl was too young, but old enough to have a hustler’s-eye view of her own bleak future. The boys were paying her to do a snow job on a candyleg, but she was beginning to love her work and love Solo, and she decided to stick with him till death did them part...

Baby, It’s Just Biology by polkadotdotdot. (Modern A/B/O, E, 112K)

Only If You Want To by Violetwilson. (Modern, M, 111K)

Personal security expert (and occasional under-the-table hitman) Kylo Ren has a strong feeling about the cute dive bar waitress with the strange bruises and the vicious wit. She's either a victim or the weirdest criminal he's ever met. Possibly both.

Ileenium Manor by WaterlilyRose. (AU, victorian, E, 109K)

Leia’s maid Rey instantly hates Lord Ben when he comes to take over the household. She can’t hate him for too long as he starts to pursue her. If you’re in the mood for a sweet but angsty Lord/Maid fic, this is for you.

Kohelet 3:16 (Call Me A Cab) by LinearA. (Modern, E, 108K)

Ruby Woo Red by HeartSabers. (Modern, E, 107K) Featuring makeup artist Rey and TV star Kylo.

Sixth Year by witheyesclosed. (Harry Potter, M, 107K)

The one where Ravenclaw Rey gets paired with Slytherin Ben in Potions and ohmygod he’s hot now

Lockjaw by bitterbones. (zombie apocalypse, M, 106K)

A Song of Trash and Fire: Ben and Rey Make a Porno by HarpiaHarpyja & sunshineflying. (Modern, E, 106K) 

With the help of rich Unca Wanwo, flagrant misuse of Ben's creative writing degree, and copious amounts of coffee, Ben and Rey put together the porno of the century, starring themselves and their friends . . . with interesting results.

The Hypnotist by Pandora_Spocks. (Modern, E, 104K)

From a galaxy far, far away, soulmates Ben and Rey have been reincarnated on Earth to resolve their karma. Dr. Ben Solo is a charismatic hypnotist to whom present day Reychelle Lumen has been referred to for help with her nightmares.

Score by SpaceWaffleHouseTM. (Modern, E, 104K)

Ben's friends convince him to take the Rice Purity Test, but when he and Rey are revealed to have the highest scores of their friends, they quickly form a pact to beat Poe's out by the end of the semester. I loved this! Its so so sweet and funny and all from Ben’s POV. Sweet, sweet pining Ben.

The World Shifts (And I Am Better Here) by lachesisgrimm. (Fantasy, E, 102K)

Once upon a time there was a beggar girl whose parents sold her to a thief, and she was very unhappy.--In which prophecy is used with malicious intent, and the universe exerts itself to correct the problem.

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clip clops in on horseback wearing a pointy little dunces hat n sipping frm a rly long crazy straw tht says ‘goblin’ w all of the swirls. Hlo. i’m nai n it’s rly nice to meet u all!!! 23 n she/ha pronouns. i’m one of the three admins here (cleo lazuli on the main) n i’m literally So Excited to get started i cld honestly beat my chest like caesar the ape over it. more abt lana under the cut!!! also like this or hmu if u wna plot n her pinterest is here 👺🌚 

『KRISTINE FROSETH ❙ CIS-FEMALE』 ⟿ looks like LANA JAMESON is here for HER JUNIOR year as a DANCE student. SHE is 21 years old & known to be VIVACIOUS, ALLURING, CHILDISH & IMPULSIVE. They’re living in NOLAND, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ NAI. 23. GMT. SHE/HER.

AESTHETICS: 

scalding your fingers in shower water until they glow like rudolph’s nose, cherry red gym socks tugged high and nothing else, stepping out into a cold breeze in just spaghetti strapped silk, a red lightening stripe painted over your eye like a new take on the scarlet letter, crowning each finger with a miniature raspberry, hugging a knee close to lick a stripe of fruit juice off the bruised cap, doodling penises in condensation instead of sitting still, a water pistol topped with rum and covered in glittery pin-up stickers, believable smiles that feel more like baring teeth, playing where’s waldo with your lipstick in the crowd of a party and finding red on at least six people’s mouths, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘SCRAPPY DOO IS A FILTHY SLUT’, prancing around in your underwear to a vinyl record with the curtains open. 

HISTORY:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. i picture it w dark oak floors n lots of light furniture. albums framed on walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like… a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. i think i described it best in one of lana’s self paras once when i said the garden ws “as big as it was unloved”

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his rich best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a rock band w an electric stage presence, n victoria ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive, all or nothing right frm the start, n it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him. jst a leetle bit Fractured in its intentions.

anyway so jameson records repped a few big rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much… grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. rly troubled characters who wld kind of… b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was kind of an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast n it was just. a very strange environment fr a child to grow up in

her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt… quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana asked her why shes so cold towards her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door

(dissociation tw) bc of this growing up lana adopted this weird like…. she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost. she’d jst sort of… drift around the halls w noone acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. hes the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her in the zoo they called a home n cut the crusts off her sandwiches (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door n was always over bc he had very strict parents including a military father tht he found suffocating)

SO when caleb n tommy announced tht they’d signed up to the army lana ws understandably…….. completely blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving bt she tried not to b mad at them n made them promise theyd b safe n back as soon as possible. she even asked if they cld somehow take her w them n they were jst like :/ it doesn’t work that way luv x

(death tw, ptsd tw, grief tw, trauma tw, hospitalisation tw, drugs tw) anyway caleb ended up getting discharged under grounds of severe ptsd when he witnessed tommy die in an explosion tht took place in a shock raid. caleb returned home sans tommy bt he was never the same after tht. he’s been in and out of hospital twice nw n he’s currently dipped off the radar after starting to use. lana kind of felt like two of her brothers died out there in a way n jst like tht it wasn’t them vs the world any mre, it was jst her. she doesn’t talk abt this tho. when she feels the urge to cry she usually jst smiles

ANYWAY whew tht rly…. took a dark turn there….. chuckles nervously at hw sad lana’s life is bt it’s fine it’s all fINE!!!!!!! ok. so on a mre lighthearted note the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed kind of an instagram following mainly fr her style (v penny lane-esque in some aspects aka lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, flame red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights n glitter used like highlight Everywhere) n bc she’s undeniably Very Pretty

(trauma tw) after caleb got back he was rly withdrawn n depressed. he shut lana out n was kind of harsh to her a lot of the time, always telling her to leave him alone or pushing her away. it didnt help either tht lana had a rly traumatic experience w some of her dad’s colleagues at the label when she ws 16 n he was away n she cldnt even tell him abt it once he was bk bc of his own traumas. she kind of jst shut it all in n kept it to herself

(hypersexuality tw) this obviously?? made her spiral a lot. she was already a girl tht loved sex (she’d only rly done foreplay before tho) but since her trauma it got…. completely out of hand. it got to a point where she couldnt rly go 2 days without it, probably not even 1. her lowest point has probably been scrolling thru craiglist for anonymous encounters n meeting up w strangers on there fr a quick fuck jst for the thrill even tho it’s insanely dangerous n she cld wind up getting herself killed. it’s v clear at this point tht she has a sex addiction whether she’s ever admitted it or not. it kind of… almost mingled w tht same feeling she used to get when she ws younger of being a ghost?? like she jst. only rly feels Real when she’s being touched

(violence tw) a mre recent point of history is her involvement w danny nielsen (an evil npc of mine who is possibly the antichrist??? pending investigation). he attended radcliffe n lived in a house w a group of guys near campus. it wsn’t a registered frat bt he essentially…ran it like one it ws kind of a weird set-up where he ws the King Of The Roost. essentially he found out tht lana n a guy called zeke slept together n he ended up beating him to near death in front of her bc his pride ws rly bruised since they were meant to be dating (if u can call it tht bc danny’s idea of dating is very Warped). ANYWAY he ws found guilty n sent to jail so it ws like Intense n a gd example of the kinds of disastrous relationships she gets herself into. perks of being a wallflower voice: We Accept The Love We Think We Deserve.

PERSONALITY:

always smells vaguely of wild cherries or strawberry starburst or jst the candy aisle in general. if she ws a vinyl record she’d b this one n she’d only play good vibrations by the beach boys, dancing on my own by robyn, play that funky music by wild cherry, femme fatale by the velvet underground n (i can’t get no) satisfaction by the rolling stones 

growing up lana was always a huge social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget. very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once. 

deliberately puts on tht kind of Magnetic Alluring Act tht femme fatales wear in movies w most ppl. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand ridiculously absurd n chaotic stories

uncontrollably flirty. boundlessly confident. cld make a joke out a paper bag n her comedy is sometimes surreal / absurd. she tends to laugh when she feels like crying n has a smile brighter than a ray of texas sunshine. 

always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s sour haribo cherries or strawberry lollipops. 

she adores david bowie n prince n madonna n anyone tht’s a vintage style icon w little care fr what ppl think. 

daisies n poppies r her fav flowers bc daisies r wild n overlooked n poppies r the first thing u look at in a green field. she’s had like 8472493874 ‘relationships’ n none of them hav lasted beyond a month / hav been terrible / hav seen her being treated badly / she’s cheated on them. i dnt think she’s actually ever been w anyone she hasn’t cheated on in some form or another

PLOTS:

exes tht lana’s fucked over hideously. she’d probably cheat a lot and it’d be a whole…mess. 

mayb someone tht flipped the switch and cheated on her? 

a cousin plot cld b fun too. a friend tht lana fel out w bc she slept w their significant other.

a fake dating plot cld b fun honestly 

someone tht’s getting lana into drugs?? she’s kind of impressionable/down for anything so tht’s a likely scenario she’d get into tbh

an unrequited crush!! (either way is cool)

someone tht is just hanging out w her/using her bc she has a lot of instagram followers or they want to b signed to her dad’s label

someone in a band!! she’d probably make like penny lane n b their groupie/sleep w them all fgjkshgkh

umm a good influence too mayb? 

oh and a past summer romance/fling tht cld either have meant a lot or not have meant anything at all. bonus points if both of them hav a diff viewpoint on it. 

honestly?? anything is fine i cld ramble for days. mayb even one of the high profile kids she grew up hangin w idk. world’s our oyster fellas!

[pleaserelaxslowly]

Quarantined!

A 30 day song challenge from instagram that I decided to do. I didn’t post it though. As always, my playlists are for myself or for others as gifts. It’s not like I have anything else to do as I’m currently self-isolating due to COVID-19 trying to stay healthy and not carry anything if I’m infected but asymptomatic.

Day one A song you like with a color in the title: “Crystalline Green” by Goldfrapp A good start for a playlist

Day two A song you like with a number in the title: “700 Mile Situation” by Res A sadly underplayed song in my library

Day three A song that reminds you of summertime: “Resonance” by HOME Simpsonwave driving in the car in a summer sunset

Day four A song that reminds you of someone you’d rather forget: “Back That Ass Up” by Juvenile Mirna

Day five A song that needs to be played loud: “Horror Head” by Curve Driving in my car, volume all the way up to hear all the background and effects mixed low in the track

Day six A song that makes you want to dance: “Oranges” by Mark E Downloaded it and loved it. Boy Friend posted it on Facebook and captioned it “It’s the 90s!” Danced on ecstasy with several others at a party at Kassandra and Fatih’s apartment after I sneaked over to Fatih’s DJ setup and played it while he was away. Came over another day to find that Kassandra had been playing it on repeat

Day seven A song to drive to: “In the City” by Chromatics Driving after 4:00 in the morning through the backstreets of Detroit

Day eight A song about drugs or alcohol: “Heroin” by The Velvet Underground I did heroin once. It made me very sick and I never did it again. My very good friend at the time, Megan Cole (and another friend Melissa Nazarek), got addicted to it (and crack), and after leaving a crack pipe in my house, I was forbidden from seeing her again. After that we lost touch. I often wonder what happened to them, if they’re alive, where they may be now. Last time I saw, Megan had children and was married, living in the same city, working at a pizza parlor

Day nine A song that makes you happy: “Adult Oriented Cha-Cha” by Pizzicato Five Japanese cha-cha from the 90s. So strange. It makes me smile

Day ten A song that makes you sad: “The Spangle Maker” by Cocteau Twins The laying in a bathtub suicidal thoughts harrowing song. I wonder what they were thinking when they wrote this. I can only imagine

Day eleven A song you never get tired of: “Black Milk” by Massive Attack I’ve been playing this track since it came out. The first playlist that remains containing this track is the old “Karma Therapy” playlist from about 2000. The last time was when we took LSD on Büyükada in İstanbul (me, Fatih, Kassandra, Ubeyd, Mark and Annes) and Matt came along with a speaker and played our “The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, Part 2″ playlist with this song on it. We stopped on the way back from the woods headed to the AirBnB, and I was in a heavy head-space going through a low moment in the cycle. I sat on the curb with Faith, this song playing, and watched the stone gate across the street, each stone resembling a face twisting into a sinister expression

Day twelve A song from your preteen years “What Is Love” by En Vogue The first tape I ever bought was “Funky Divas” by En Vogue and I loved this track.

Day thirteen A song you like from the 70s: “St. Elmo’s Fire” by Eno I love Stereolab and found a great cover of theirs of this track, so I decided to check it out. No wonder they wanted to cover it

Day fourteen A song you’d love to be played at your wedding: “It Could Be Sweet” by Portishead I always imagined this song playing at the reception. I wouldn’t want the typical wedding garbage played at my wedding, more like low-key lounge-y stuff

Day fifteen A song you like that’s a cover by another artist: “Gruesome Castle” by Wild Nothing I almost chose “Sweet Jane” by Cowboy Junkies, but I love the original just as much. I opted for this one because I like it more than the original. My first summer in İstanbul with friends enjoying a full social life saw me leaving my apartment walking down the street to Kassandra’s house listening to this track

Day sixteen A song that’s a classic favorite: “Rhythm Is a Dancer” by SNAP! How sad that 90s tracks are now considered “classics”

Day seventeen A song you’d sing a duet with someone on karaoke: “The Closer I Get to You” by Roberta Flack and Donny Hathaway I love love love this track. In high school, my friends Kristen and Stephanie (who are black) laughed at me and said I like the music their parents listen to (i.e. 60s, 70s and 80s R&B). I don’t even care, I like anything that’s good

Day eighteen A song from the year you were born: “The Hand That Rocks the Cradle” by The Smiths February 20, 1984. Very close to my birthday

Day nineteen A song that makes you think about life: “If You’re Feeling Sinister” by Belle & Sebastian Riding on the servis to work in the morning thinking deeply about the lyrics and imagining other possible lives I could live

Day twenty A song that has many meanings to you: “Sullen Girl” by Fiona Apple Lots of sad nights alone, but also once I was told that a gay guy that I was interested in sat at Denny’s with another friend and they drunkenly sang this song together. I bought this album one summer staying at my grandfather’s house for vacation in Oklahoma. I saw the “Sleep to Dream” video on MTV and went out to buy the album and “Supa Dupa Fly” by Missy ‘Misdemeanor’ Elliott

Day twenty one A song you like with a person’s name in the title: “Steve McQueen” by M83 From one of the playlists I made of people’s names. Love how gay and dramatic this one is

Day twenty two A song that moves you forward: “Everybody Got Their Something” by Nikka Costa Great hopeful inspirational lyrics. ‘People keeping score so better hurry up and gets yours because somebody else has got your spot before you even try... Busy holding on so the roof don’t fly’ really speak to me. I saw the video for ‘Like a Feather’ and loved the sound and her voice

Day twenty three A song you think everybody should listen to: “Vista” by iamamiwhoami Chris showed me this group because it’s sad electronic music with female vocals (which he knows I love). I instantly fell in love, and think Jonna Lee could be way more popular than she is. It’s hard for foreigners to make it in the US. I shared her with my friend Holly, and Holly fell in love, and Holly’s not necessarily living for sad electronic music with female vocals in particular. It shows the power to transcend taste

Day twenty four A song by a band you wish were still together: “Bocca della verità” by Boy Friend After SLEEP ∞ OVER broke up, two of the members formed this band. In fact, I almost chose a song from SLEEP ∞ OVER, but all the best songs are after Stefanie Franciotti was alone, so technically not a band. Boy Friend publicly showed support for the LGBTQIA+ community, which I love. Sadly, they are no longer performing together. More sad electronic music with a female singer

Day twenty five A song you like by an artist no longer living: “Miss Brown to You” by Billie Holiday Such a sad life, and an even sadder demise. That’s how it was for blues and jazz singers in those days

Day twenty six A song that makes you want to fall in love: “Without Your Love” by The Venus Transmission A long time ago, I made a delicious (sadly now lost) playlist of thick atmospheric deep tracks for Valentine’s Day. This was on it, a lost jewel from the days of MySpace artists that never really got to see any serious success

Day twenty seven A song that breaks your heart: “Walk This Earth Alone” by Lauren Christy How is this different from day ten (a sad song)? Anyway, I can’t even ever really listen to this song the whole way through. I can’t get past more than a few seconds. As I write this list, I listen to each track I’m discussing as I type. For this entry, I paused the track, I just can’t listen to it. It’s from when I was a paperboy and realizing I was gay and feeling the worst, most loathsome, darkest, most hideous and violent, dangerous feelings that I never ever want to feel again

Day twenty eight A song by an artist whose voice you love: “Paradise (Remix)” by Sade It’s always a tie for me between Sade and Seal. I decided on Sade. Such a smokey delicious voice. I always say if Sade and Seal ever had a child, it would be over in the recording industry

Day twenty nine A song you remember from your childhood: “Calling All Angels” by Jane Siberry featuring k.d. lang My mom used to have a compilation CD called “In Search of Angels.” My mom loves the idea of angels and guardian angels. Her home is full of angel-related art and knickknacks. She probably bought the compilation from The Hallmark Store or some awful place like that. Either way, it reminds me of childhood. I used to steal the CD and listen to this track. It’s super adult contemporary and super soft-serve, but I like it anyway. Like I said before, if it’s good, I like it

Day thirty A song that reminds you of yourself: “Immature” by Björk This one was the hardest one. No songs really remind me of me. I don’t relate to music that way, I think. Either way, this does take me back to a time when I might have tried to get back with my ex-boyfriend Dan Lopez. Good think I didn’t, we are NOT good together

[rcsemarys-blog]

holy mary, mother of what the fuck

( KELSEY MERRITT, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER, MUSE E ) did i just see ROSEMARY EVANGELISTA touching down in italy ? rumor has it this 22 year old PHILANTHROPIST/MODEL is on their way to reunite with the brat pack.

whaddup i’m ellie and this is my virgin! i wrote a lot about her (and here are her stats just in case), but i’ll take a few bullets from each section so u can get a feel of her or maybe not it was a lot 

here we go!

gabriel and rosaline (her parents) met during a charity event and they fell in love. they got married and had rosemary four years later in the philippines. they left rosie there for the first five years of her life so gabriel’s parents could raise her, but then they brought her to the states after and she’s been there ever since

to this day, her parents are still very much in love, but none of that love has moved onto rosemary and their love for each other was never shared or transferred onto rosemary if that makes any sense??

i always thought that rosies parents were too in love with each other to care about another human being genuinely. theyre good, charitable people who care, but it never extended to rosie. 

when i think of rosie’s relationship with her parents, i think of that one post about the frog boiling. the frog is overheating and dying while sitting in that pot, but it never leaves and continues the burn. that’s rosie with her parents. she knows she’s burning trying to get any love and praise from them, but she chooses to continue burning

her parents are big time shits, but she’ll defend them forever from negative comments- even if its from close friends who know her situations. no one can bad mouth her parents or else she’ll flip. 

she keeps a golden girl image for her parents because she knows if she slips infront of the media, then it’ll be her ass. her parents dont love her at all and she thinks that if she slips, they’ll love her even less than they already do and she can take that

(TW: DEATH, CANCER) theres a section about rosie + her grandparents but basically! rosies grandparents were everything to her and when her lola (grandma in tagalog) died unexpectedly, she was a ghost for an entire year and if u wanna kno more about that then! go to the page <3

theres a section about rosie + education but basically! rosies parents are very big on education and she busted her ass. her parents r THOSE asians parents n thats that! i go more into it there so <33

she’s been doing charity/organization/philanthropy work since she was 7 years old. she’s been the ambassador for some well known (and not as well known) charities and organizations since she was 15 years old 

honestly. she doesnt care for the philanthropy shit at all but she does it for her parents.

like if the charities were taken away from her rosie wouldnt really give a fuck

modeling is her thing, but her parents r like ! no so shes like ok ! :( 

in the media she’s the golden girl. sweetheard, kind, caring, charitable. a good image and a good girl and the only reason she’s apart of the brat pack is because she’s friends with the brat pack members 

hates the term brat pack and hates how it made her parents mad at her like she literally fucking hates the name and doesnt even kno why shes apart of  the brat pack and if u comment calling her a brat pack member or associating the title with her she will block you and will hire somone to find something on you to get you in trouble whether it be big or small 

behind closed doors, shes a wild sarcastic girl who does give a fucking about the poors (like she calls them) and flaunts around her riches. 

shes been acting good her entire life so she knows how to act. if shes fake to  u then she’s fake to u and she doesnt give a fuck unless it’ll harm her image and thats when she’ll step up and do shit  

she cares about her image bc again! surprise! her parents so she does everything lowkey or in secret and if she finds someone snitching or ratting her out then she’ll do anything to ruin u like! she will! 

she’s a cancer sun and scorpio moon and that means shes a water double and u know water bitches b like this! cancers act like angels but theyre actual devils who are manipulative and who hide behind the angel act to stay looking innocent and that’s exactly how rosie is! and she will exhibit this behavior! water signs are ugly and rosie is proof of exactly this!

hates holidays. especially hates christmas and the other holidays that are more family oriented. the only holiday she kinda liked was her birthday but after her 18th she didnt care for it and that’s that

for her birthdays and christmas, she only ever recieved 1-3 gifts and the rest were given to charity. they’d be given to her, but her parents forced her to give it away to charity even if she didnt want to. she was told to give to the poor because they have nothing, but growing up she had nothing because her parents were always giving shit away 

she was a minimalist, but not by choice and when she moved out and turned 18, thats when she started spending shit n splurging because when she lived w her parents and while they were still connected to her bank statements, she was never able to spend without her parents getting mad and yelling and tell her give donations n shit  

and that’s the list! there’s a lot more on her page, so please read that but if u dont then i wont blame u because that shit is so fucking long. but basically the main thing u gotta know about rosie is: rosie is nothing but a legacy and she knows and believes it. she does everything to be in her parents good graces in an attempt to get their love but she knows that they only see her as a legacy. in the media, she’s an angel but behind closed doors she’s resentful and hates charity work and people being needy/helped because she truly believes that if  people got their shit done on their own then her parents would have the time to love her more instead of loving all these other people but! she needs 2 b honest with herself like her parents just dont give a shit and thats the ugly tea

you can find connection ideas here <3 i’m a slut for plots so please plot w me <3 if u dont see any on that list that u like then <3 we can think of new ones <3 

i dont know if any of this makes sense so read the page please n thanks <33 

[secret-kpoplibrary]

Mafia’s Girl Pt. 7

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2566

Warnings: Kidnapping (again), torture (not too graphic), blood(?) swearing ig

Genre: Sorta angst

Summary: Being kidnapped and hired by the biggest gang leader in your city was never part of your plan. Yet here you are, working for him now, doing odd jobs here and there, nothing too dangerous. Little did you know he wanted more from you than to be just another employee. He planned to make you his. How exactly was he going to do that? With your attitude it wasn’t going to be easy, but what Suga wants, Suga gets, every time. Would you be the exception?

***

When Namjoon calls you telling you that he's there you quickly make your way to his car and get inside.

"Woah you look sexy as sin." He says.

"Yeah, thanks, that's the general consensus." You say.

"Well who wouldn't think so when you're all dolled up like this." He chuckles. "Anyway what the hell are you doing out here?" He asks as you begin the drive back to your apartment building.

"The party was at a beach house down the road. I didn't want to wait for you there because I didn't want you there and I didn't want anyone to try and speak to me so I walked up the street because I saw the hotel on the way there." You explain.

"Okay so why were you in such a rush to leave?" He asks.

"Because Suga is fucking nuts! And not in the psycho killer drug lord way! I mean probably but that's not what I mean!" You say with exaggerated hand gestures littering your reply.

"What happened y/n?" Namjoon asks glancing at you for a moment before turning his eyes back to the road.

"Okay. So he gave numbers to the important people in his gang. Hobi and Tae have numbers, the doctor who treated my ankle, the kid who was with me for my first mission, and some guy named Jimin. All of them have numbers, 3-7, those are like... the inner circle, the people he trusts and considers family, there was an 8 guy too but he uh... betrayed Suga so he's gone now."

"Okay? What's wrong with that? It seems pretty... gang culture I guess, to give the important ones a special name or code." He shrugs confused.

"He's number 1 obviously, as boss, but he doesn't have number 2. Do you know why?"

"Of course not, but I'm assuming you're about to tell me." He chuckles.

"He left out 2 in his little numbering because he decided to reserve it for his 'queen' as he put it. The woman that will stand by his side, probably as his girlfriend or wife or whatever. Basically the Harley Quinn to his Joker ass." You huff.

"That's actually cute, why are you mad?" Namjoon asks finding this all very amusing.

"Because he's decided I'm going to be his 2!" You say. Namjoon's smile disappears immediately.

"I'm sorry what?" He asks.

"He thinks I'm the only person suitable to stand by his side. It's why he hired me, why he puts up with my attitude, why he made me stay with him over a sprained fucking ankle, why he made me come tonight. He wants me to be his." You explain.

"That's ridiculous." Namjoon scoffs.

"I fucking know that!" You huff.

"Well what did you say to him?"

"That he's fucking nuts and he can't just decide I'm his '02 obviously. I mean we literally met 3 months ago and he barely speaks to me. Why would he think I'd just agree with it?" You roll your eyes.

"So now what are you going to do? Quit?" He asks.

"You don't just 'quit' this kinda thing Joon." You scoff.

"So you're going to keep working for him?!"

"If he doesn't fire me then yeah I guess so. It's not like he's just going to let me go. Not after all this time." You say looking out the window.

"After all this time?"

"You think he made this decision when he hired me? He's been playing my protector for who knows how long. It's gonna take more than me storming out of a party to get him to fuck off." You sigh.

"Just be careful with him y/n." Namjoon sighs. At this point the both of you have returned to your apartment building and naturally you followed him up to his apartment to finish your conversation. "This world is dangerous. You shouldn't be part of it." He frowns.

"It seems like this life has chosen me." You shrug.

"No it hasn't." He says.

"Really? My dad was part of it. I was born into it. I thought I escaped but now I've been chosen as the infamous Suga's future fucking wifey. I can run all I want but I doubt I'm getting away from any of this crap." You say.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I can't save you from this." He mutters.

"It's okay Joon. You don't need to save me." You tell him grabbing his arm.

"Not yet, but what if something happens to you. What happens if I can't protect you? We're family. It'd kill me if you got hurt and I couldn't do anything about it. I don't want to feel that helplessness. I want to be able to help you, but I can't protect you from everything that comes along with that... world they're part of." He says frowning. You wrap your arms around him hugging him tightly.

"You don't have to worry about protecting me, I'm not going anywhere Joon." You say.

"You're going to send me to an early grave y/n. I swear." He sighs. You laugh.

"I wouldn't if you'd just trust me to take care of myself." You tell him.

"I do trust you, but it's not exactly in your hands when you're dealing with... people like Suga." He says.

"I know it's not ideal, but this is the situation I'm in. I just have to make the best of it." You say.

"We. We have to make the best of it. No matter how dangerous your life is I'm still going to be here for you." He says.

"How can you expect me be scared for my life when I've got someone like you by my side through it all?"

"You're probably tired huh. I'll get you something to sleep in while you shower yeah." Namjoon says slowly untangling himself from you and disappearing into his bedroom. You grab a towel from the hall closet and head to the bathroom for a relaxing shower after a taxing evening. Showered and dressed in a t-shirt and sweats, courtesy of Namjoon's closet, you curl up in his guest room and fall asleep with ease.

*~*

The next morning after breakfast you and Namjoon head out to the mall to make up for your interrupted plans the night before.

"So what are you gonna do with that dress you wore to Suga's party?" He asks as you walk through the giant shopping mall.

"Hide it in the back of my closet and never put it on again of course. What else would I do with it?" You chuckle.

"It's a gorgeous dress though. You said he gave it to you right? You get a dress like that for free, why wouldn't you wear it?"

"Joon the only place that'd be appropriate is another of his parties, or at the club and I spend enough time there working." You roll your eyes.

"You're working tonight aren't you?" He asks.

"Yeah. I'm supposed to be." You say flicking through clothing racks at some random store that you couldn't remember the name of.

"Thank fuck! Work is so weird without you, and I'm tired of answering the dreaded 'where is the Wild Rose' because everyone knows we're like close as fuck. People think I've finally swooped you up and domesticated you." He groans making you laugh.

"Domesticate me? At this rate I'm never gonna be truly domestic." You scoff.

"You know he can't force you to marry him right?" Namjoon says.

"Suga? He's dangerous and powerful. If he knows my weakness he could easily get me to do what he wants." You mutter.

"You? Have a weakness?"

"Yeah. It's you idiot. I've lost all my family. You're all I got, I'd give my life to him if it kept you safe." You say.

"Aw! That's so sweet!" He says pulling you into a hug. "But you know you don't have to right?"

"I know! Doesn't change the fact that I would. Anyway that's enough mushy garbage." You say pushing him away from you to go purchase the clothes you picked out. Once you've checked out you both hit probably half the mall before going back to your apartments to get ready for work. Your work costume tonight consists of black lacy undergarments and matching stilettos. You throw on your trench coat before meeting Namjoon in the hall to walk to work together.

"It's been like ages since you were there. I bet the house will be packed later once people find out that you're on the schedule tonight." He chuckles.

"Yeah yeah you just keep the patrons happy and drunk." You roll your eyes.

"Don't act like you don't love your job." He says.

"It's obviously not something I wanna do forever, but some of the time it's enjoyable." You say.

"You know you can quit whenever you want right?" He says frowning.

"Of course. As psycho as he is Suga pays me well. But I like dancing." You tell him waving him off as you both arrive at the club, muted music can be heard from outside. You make your way inside and head straight to the back where the dancers stay until their shows.

"Rose! Holy shit you're back!" One of the other dancers runs over to hug you.

"Hi Bunny." You laugh.

"What happened to you?" She asks.

"I- had some personal things to take care of, but now I'm back and ready to dance my heart out." You laugh as the other girls surround you.

"Welcome back Rose." Another dancer, Red, says laying her hand on your shoulder. You smile.

"Okay guys quit being sentimental. Did everyone take their pre-show shots yet?" You ask.

"We were just about to." Bunny says.

"Then let's get to it!" You say going over to the table where a line of shots waits for you all. It's a ritual to take at least three shots before the night starts, a little bit of liquid confidence never hurts in your line of work. With the shots out of the way everyone is chatting and the room is buzzing with anticipation as you all wait for each of your sets. Yours is later into the night, around twelve, with Bunny and Red. The minute the three of you hit the stage the energy in the room changes drastically, you capture the attention of the entire room as your bodies dip and sway to the beat of the music. You allow yourself to get lost in the music, letting it control your movements for the next forty-five minutes that you're on stage as men lean towards you to shove bills wherever they can reach to place them. Your time on stage passes quickly and before you know it you're making your way backstage counting your profits for the night. You place your money in your trench coat pocket that you left in Namjoon's work locker, and make your way out to mingle with club patrons dressed in dark jeans and a tube top. You're watching one of the newer girls perform when a man comes up behind you and clasps your wrists behind your back with his large hand.

"You'd do well to come with me." He says into your ear. You fight against his hold but stiffen when you feel the cold barrel of a gun against your back. "Hold still missy. If you don't your friend may just not leave here alive." He says. Your head snaps towards the bar to find Namjoon unknowingly serving a man who is watching you both like a hawk. You notice the gun strapped inside the man's coat. How did they even know about him? Fuck did they follow you to work and you didn't notice?

"I'll go with you just don't hurt anyone." You say quietly.

"Good girl." He says. He nods towards his partner who makes his way out of the club as the man behind you leads you out, gun still pressed to your back and hand still holding your wrists. They lead you into a vehicle and tie something around your eyes. There's quite a bit of jostling before a cloth is placed over your mouth and nose and you're instantly aware they're going to knock you out with chloroform.

~

Hours later you find yourself in a dark room tied to a chair.

"Well this feels oddly familiar." You muse quietly. You squint into the darkness hoping to find any indication of where you are or what's going on. As your eyes scan the dark room the lights are turned on and you're approached by a man you've met once before. It's one of Suga's guests at his party. You recall your less than comfortable conversation with him and Suga saving you from that situation.  Suga had called him Jax if you remember correctly.

"We meet again, y/n." He smiles eerily at you.

"Whatever it is you want I'm certain that I don't have it." You say.

"Actually you do sweetie. What I want is the ability to bring down the infamous Min Suga and you, are precisely how I'm going to do it." He says.

"Me? How?"

"Easy. So long as you're here, he's going to do exactly as I want because you, believe it or not, are that man's weakness. I could see it when he interrupted our conversation. He'd do anything for you." He says. You roll your eyes.

"You're a complete moron." You say.

"Excuse you?" The man scoffs.

"Suga would soon kill me himself than to give you the upper hand."

"I think you're just a little bit naive in your thinking if you believe that."

"Yeah right. You don't know a damn thing about that man."

"Really? You don't think he's going to come rescue you?"

"He better fucking not." You hiss.

"Oh? Do you care about him? Are you prioritizing his life?"

"With a life like this you don't get far without a strong sense of self preservation. And he's not an idiot. Anyone can see the he clearly knows that." You say.

"For a man in his position allies are more important than self preservation, and I currently have his greatest asset."

"If you wanted to hit him where it hurts you should've gone after the boys. They're his family. I've been known the guy for three months. He doesn't give a shit about me. You could kill me and he wouldn't blink twice about it."

"Should we test that theory then?" He cocks an eyebrow up.

"Do. Your. Worst." You taunt.

"Gladly." He smirks pulling out a switchblade. "I can't kill you yet, I need you alive if I want Suga to do what I say, but that doesn't mean I can't have my fun." He says while lightly dragging the blade across your side. You brace yourself knowing he'll break the skin there momentarily. You let out a hiss of pain when the blade digs into your flesh and he drags it across your side. The wound is deep, but not life threatening. "I'll have someone come close that up soon." He says leaving the room. Little did you know, soon actually means 30-45 minutes and by the time you've been stitched up you're weak from the blood loss. The only thing that could save you now is the ring around your finger that Namjoon gifted you many years ago.

***

A/N: two AUs being uploaded at the same time with drastically different vibes

I tried not to be super graphic with the torture stuff enjoy~

Part 7/???

[rhosinthorn]

Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice?

‘I’m on a mission to find the best tasting pumpkin spice latte, want to join me?’

Sakura was rounding the corner of the student union when she heard the yelling.

“I’m on a mission to find the best tasting pumpkin spice latte!” a familiar looking upperclassmen was shouting from atop the chair dragged into the middle of the student union’s porch as others shuffled by as quickly as they could, averting their eyes. “Who wants to join me?”

Next to her, Sasuke hunched down even further in his sweatshirt, as if he was trying to disappear, tugging his hood up to cover his hair. “Why is it always me?” he groaned.

Snagging his sleeve before he could teleport away the way he always did when faced with uncomfortable situations, Sakura tugged him forward. “Come on grump,” she teased, heading for the doors of the student union. “You’ll be better once you’ve got some food in you.”

They had almost made it to the door when their luck ran out.

“Sasu-cakes!” Shisui crowed, abandoning his previous post in the center of the porch in favor of an easy victim. “I have a task for you!”

“No. No way, I have class.” Sasuke’s eyes were slightly wild, and his nervous twitch was back. Sakura had thought he had been trained out of it, but apparently one encounter with his cousin was enough to bring it back. “Find some other poor soul to be your victim.”

“But my little duckling,” Shisui wailed, draping himself all over his younger cousin, who froze immediately. “I need a buddy, and Itachi’s in class.”

“No.”

Before Shisui could throw a tantrum worthy of a three year old (Sakura knew he’d do it, she’d seen it before), Sakura intervened. “I’m free for the afternoon, so I’ll go with you,” she offered, conveniently leaving out the midterm she had the next day that she probably should be studying for. “Where do we start?”

“Here!” Shisui perked up immediately, abandoning Sasuke in favor of looping his arm through hers. “We’re starting with the Pit, and working our way around campus to finally finish up back here at Starbucks.”

Sasuke’s teeth grinding was almost audible as the trio made their way into the building.

He was still grinding his teeth as Shisui lounged in the chair next to him, rhapsodizing about the pumpkin spiced coffee clutched in his hand. Honestly, the elder Uchiha could put wine connoisseurs to shame, the way he talked about depth of flavor and notes...Sakura was almost impressed.

She’d be more impressed if she wasn’t constantly feeding Sasuke fresh chopsticks because he kept breaking them in irritation. Although, considering Shisui had been provoking him throughout the ten minutes they’d been seated, she was amazed those chopsticks hadn’t been used to stab someone.

Under the cover of the table, Sakura slid her phone out of her pocket and sent off a quick text.

[dr haruno] send sos 2 hot topic

[dr haruno] b4 he murders hamlet

It only took a quick second for it to vibrate in her hand, and she grinned as she saw the response.

[darwin award] kk

[darwin award] jailbreak 2 hard 2 arrange 2day

Half a second later, Sasuke’s phone, in clear display on the table, vibrated, and he lunged for it like a dying man to a life preserver.

“The idiot’s panicking over his calc exam,” he announced, already slamming the lid on his half-eaten fake chinese food and picking up his backpack. “I need to go rescue him before he jumps into the river.”

It wasn’t the best excuse either of them had ever come up with, but it worked. Before Shisui could really protest, Sakura was gathering her own garbage and motioning to Shisui. “Let’s head for the cafe in the library,” she suggested as Sasuke made his rapid exit. “I think they’ve got coffee and lattes, and I’ve been meaning to try their pumpkin chocolate chip bread.”

Obediently, Shisui allowed himself to be led away. “You made notes about what I was saying though, right?”

“Of course. What type of experiment would this be if it wasn’t properly recorded?”

The tables in the tiny cafe in the main library were crammed full of students panicking over midterms, so Shisui’s analysis of the coffee and latte that he had collected was witnessed by the crowd of desperate students filling the all-hours study space across from it.

On his thirteenth minute of lecturing, Sakura cast a wary glance at the students occupying the table across from them, several of whom looked suspiciously wired and as if they hadn’t left that table for three days, given the clutter, general unwashed appearance, and overall demeanor of a cornered wild animal. Given that they seemed about ready to let loose a hail of assorted school supplies if Shisui didn’t shut up, she escorted him quickly to the next location. Her biology professor was a hard-ass who would require her death certificate to allow her to retake the exam, and unfortunately, whatever the crazed students might do, it was improbable that they would manage homicide.

The cafe in the engineering building was much more secluded; most of the students cloistered in the adjacent computer labs with headphones, easily-portable snacks, and their own coffee makers in the room with them. Shisui was able to wax poetic about his latte in peace, as Sakura munched through her second slice of pumpkin-chocolate chip bread and made notes on Shisui’s oration while simultaneously running through her flashcards.

That is, until Shisui realized that he did not have her full attention and draped himself across her lap.

Startling in surprise, Sakura dropped her flashcards on his face, which was suddenly in her lap. The rest of him was sprawled out across the rest of the battered couch they had been sharing, and his latte had been set on the table in front of them. He was lucky that her legs, with her feet also on the table, had been pinned, so her reflexive twitch at finding him well inside her personal space hadn’t sent the drink flying.

“Sa-ku-ra,” he said, voice stretching out in a sing-song across the syllables of her name. “Are you paying attention to me?”

“You just said that this had less pumpkin and more cinnamon than the one at the library, but much less nutmeg than the one in the Pit, which is good because that one tasted like someone had dropped a bucket full of nutmeg in the coffee,” she recited dutifully, retrieving her flashcards. “See, I was listening.”

“But you were looking at something else,” Shisui wiggled as he whined, shifting his head to a more comfortable position on her thighs and relieving some of the pressure from where his shoulders had previously been. “I thought you liked spending time with me?”

The pout that followed should have been illegal for a fully grown twenty-something.

“Shisui,” Sakura began, trying to muster her resistance. “I do have an exam tomorrow, and as you can see, I am capable of multitasking.”

“But Sa-ku-ra,” he whined, commandeering her hand and placing it on his head. Obligingly, she ran her fingers through his hair. “I thought you wanted to spend time with me…”

Just then his phone beeped, and Sakura caught a glimpse of the screen as he pulled it out of his pocket.

[weasel] How’s your grand plan going? Has she hit you with anything yet?

Raising her eyebrow, Sakura glanced down at the Uchiha in her lap, who she was gratified to see looked somewhat sheepish.

“Tell him about the flashcards,” she recommended dryly, lifting his upper body just enough so that she could slip out from underneath him. “See if that gets you any sympathy. Ready to finish up at Starbucks?”

She should have expected that Starbucks would be the second most-crowded place on campus, given the proximity to midterms, but it at least allowed her to claim a comfortable armchair and keep an eye on the adjacent one while making Shisui wait in the line from hell. Spotting him sandwiched between a pair of sorority girls, who were busy making eyes at him and the frat boys in front of him, she delighted in the anguished look on his face.

Usually, he was probably one of the smoothest talkers on campus, able to charm, flatter, and cajole his way through any situation.

Stuck listening to trivial bullshit like the snippets she could hear, he seemed to be going slowly insane.

Serves him right, she thought with a smirk, reaching for her phone. Snapping a discreet shot of Shisui, she dropped it in the group chat she shared with her two best friends.

[dr haruno] <picture>

It only took a minute for Naruto to send back the picture, now covered in enough pastel hearts that it wouldn’t look out of place in a middle school girl’s locker. Sasuke’s response was a significantly subtler thumbs up.

[Hot Topic] y r u still there

[Hot Topic] u can run away

[Hot Topic] nobody would blame u

Before she could respond back, Naruto was back.

[darwin award] y u  make out w/hamlet

Glowering, Sakura punched out her response, unaware that the poor grad student who usually got stuck teaching her biology class was slowly backing away from the empty seat next to her, coffee clutched in his shaking hand.

[dr haruno] wtf

[dr haruno] i was not!!!

[dr haruno] who tf said i was????

Another chat notification popped up. Normally she had the notifications for the group chat from her dorm muted, but they had been organizing a movie night for yesterday so she had unmuted them. Opening the chat to mute it, she clenched her phone so hard she was certain the case was going to leave imprints on her skin.

[ramen king] <picture>

[ramen king] see

[ramen king] pictures don’t lie

[ramen king] u were totally making out w/hamlet

The picture was a grainy shot from somewhere behind the couch she had occupied at the coffee shop in the engineering building, taken probably as Shisui was busy flopping onto her lap. From the angle and the bad camera quality, it did sort of look as if there was something going on between them.

Before she could respond back to Naruto in either chat, the dorm chat exploded.

[k9 king] whoa sakura

[k9 king] u move fast

[k9 king] <picture>

This time it was another picture, taken moments later and from a different angle, showing Shisui’s head in her lap, turned towards her.

[bombshell] y didn’t u tell me?

[bombshell] he’s hot

[bombshell] + y r u letting him put his head in ur lap like that

Notifications for her private chat with Ino started going off as well, but Sakura was too distracted trying to put out the fire in the group chat to deal with her roommate.

[YOUTH!!!] y not me????

[YOUTH!!!] i was going 2 bring u flowers

[Hyuuga Neji] Shut up Lee.

[Hyuuga Neji] She’s been trying to politely refuse since you met.

[cinnamon roll] Neji! Be nice!

[mulan] stfu both of u. w2g S

[bombshell] do u think he would set me up w/his cousin?

[bombshell] either 1

[bombshell] we could double?

[mothman] You should shut up now Kiba. You might need to leave the country.

[firecracker] back off bitch, sasuke’s spoken for

Movement next to her drew her attention away from the shitstorm that Naruto had caused by not paying attention to which chat was open, and Sakura scowled as she saw the spare seat she had been saving be taken by a pair of frankly terrifying graduate students, one of who seemed to be currently sporting stitches. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor in that case, she turned to look for another pair of empty seats.

“Hey, I brought your lemon loaf and tea,” Shisui announced as she was half-standing, eyeing a pair of chairs that were about to open. “Thanks for saving the seats.”

Before she knew it, he had set their drinks and food down, slid into the armchair she was attempting to vacate, and tugged her back onto his lap. Sakura squeaked in surprise, ashamed of the sound she made, and fell back into his chest as she lost her balance.

“Missed me that much?” Shisui teased gently, and popped a chunk of lemon loaf in her mouth when she opened it to respond. He was chewing on his own bite, she realized, and frowned at him around the lemon loaf.

“Taxes,” he replied as he swallowed. “Only fair. Now, onto the final test.”

Swallowing, Sakura grimaced as her phone blew up, vibrating so hard it fell off the arm of the chair and into the small space between them. Reaching for her tea, she took a sip, and then grabbed her phone, afraid of what she was going to find.

Shisui flinched as it vibrated again, spluttering on his coffee, but she ignored him as she scrolled past the argument over Sasuke that Ino was having with Naruto’s cousin, Lee’s wailing, Neji’s caustic put downs, Hinata’s pleas for peace...and then she found another picture.

[sharkboi] <picture>

[sharkboi] update: they’ve relocated to starbs

[sharkboi] + they’re cozy

[sharkboi] look @ the luv

[sharkboi] <picture>

[chef] did u kno that feeding the so w/the leftover half of a sweet sweetens the love?

[bombshell] <3

[mulan] <3

[cinnamon roll] <3

[k9 king] ur gross choji

[mothman] Shut up Kiba

[sharkboi] update

[sharkboi] totally just groped him in public

[sharkboi] <picture>

Her head shot up as she saw the blurry shot of her reaching for her phone, the actual action hidden by their bodies, only the suggestive trajectory of her hand remaining, enough to damn her in the chat.

[bombshell] getting frisky!

It only got worse after that, and Sakura closed her eyes and resolved to murder all of them at the earliest possible convenience.

“This one’s the winner,” Shisui declared, nodding to his latte. “Nothing can compete with the original.”

Caught completely off guard, Sakura stared at him wide-eyed until he indicated the drink. “Remember? The thing I’ve been dragging you around all afternoon for?”

His quest. “Right,” she said weakly, ignoring her phone as if vibrated furiously. “I’m glad you’ve figured it out.”

“Isn’t it grand?” Shisui declared, shoving another piece of lemon loaf into her mouth. “I had a lot of fun.”

“Sure,” Sakura scanned the crowded area, looking for Suigetsu. She may not be able to do anything about the pictures he’d already posted, but she could make sure he never would post again. “It was.”

She surprised herself by actually meaning it. Shisui had been...fun to be around. Not as crazy as she had remembered him being when they were all in high school, although Sasuke would probably disagree. They had spent a fun afternoon together, and the treats he bought her as bribes weren’t unwelcome either.

A phone beeped again, and he shot her an apologetic look as he jostled her getting it out of his pocket. There was a moment of silence, and then he whistled.

“Why did my cousin congratulate me on my first public groping?” he asked, and Sakura wanted to throw every single phone around them into the river.

“My hallmates are idiots,” she ground out from between gritted teeth. “And they’re all going to go home for winter break in matchboxes.”

“I think the kid over there with the white hair is spying on us,” Shisui said brightly, giving a wave. Sakura whipped about and made sure that the grin she shot Suigetsu was savage. The little shit was going to find out the hard way not to cross her.

“I’ll make sure he learns his lesson.”

“You really didn’t have to do this.”

“Of course I did,” Shisui protested, holding the door for her. “You kept me from being murdered by angry college students on three separate occasions. And don’t think I didn’t notice you letting Sasu-cakes escape by sacrificing yourself.”

“That’s what the pumpkin chocolate chip bread was for,” she pointed out, climbing the stairs to the fourth floor (what type of building has four floors, with wheelchair accessible bathrooms on the fourth floor, but no elevators? Really?) “And all of the other things I made you buy me.”

“Pfft,” the Uchiha flapped his hand at her. “Those were bribes to make you accurately record my notes on the lattes. Anyway, what kind of gentleman would I have been if I hadn’t seen you safely to your door?”

“The only dangerous thing in this dorm right now,” Sakura raised her voice so that anyone behind the closed doors would be sure to hear, “is me.”

Reaching her door at the end of the hall, she turned, key in the door, to look at Shisui. To her surprise, he was much closer than she expected, almost on top of her, a hungry look in his eyes.

“That was...far too attractive,” he mumbled, eyes fixed on her lips. “If you don’t want me to kiss you, speak now.”

Giving her a moment, he pressed forward, lips brushing hers. First gently, but then more insistently, caressing and coaxing her into willing participation. She had always known he was attractive, but had never figured he’d be interested in her, when he had his pick of the myriad of girls that surrounded him. After the disastrous crush on Sasuke that had thankfully subsided into unbreakable friendship, she had decided Uchiha’s were too much trouble to date, and instead worked on establishing an amicable working relationship with Shisui and Itachi, to make her life less boring when Naruto and Sasuke inevitably abandoned her during their squabbles.

Sakura found herself twining her hands in Shisui’s hair, the only Uchiha she knew that sported curls instead of the obnoxiously straight hair his cousins managed. As she tugged lightly on it, drawing him closer, he complied pressing her into the door as his hands came to rest on her hips.

In her pocket, her phone started vibrating again, but she was too busy kissing Shisui to care.

[killmvnger]

What You Need (Part 2) / Part 1

Killmonger/Black!Reader

Warning: Sexual content, use of n-word

Summary: You didn’t go to the club to find a man, but you sure as hell leave with one.

Lights blurred as you passed them, cars whizzing beside you like clashes of colors and you stuck your hand to the window in awe. You didn't care much if he was watching you from the driver's seat, you rarely traveled to this side of town and definitely not at such a pace, so your eyes moved quickly to capture the expensive life you were obviously being dragged into. This wasn't the kind of place you imagined he'd be taking you to, but then again you couldn't get that accurate a read on him anyway. You used the last of your phone battery to text your friends where you were and who you were with just in case it all went south.

He ditched his little crew in the club without saying goodbye, just a weird nod of confirmation that made you squint. His car was pulled up by the valet, a navy blue sports car that probably cost more than your apartment. He had a smug look when you admired the leather seats, which only made you want to find something wrong with it. When he started the car, his speakers turned on with it blasting hard west coast hip-hop, which he sure as hell didn't turn down despite your wincing.

Sure, he's not someone you'd want to bring home to your family, but you figure it's worth it to get a good night out of him. Even if he does drive you all the way to the other side of town.

You wanted to ask him what he did for a living, but that would be too personal for a one-night-stand. The less you know the better. The last thing you want is to catch feelings for someone like him, it'll only end with you getting hurt. You stare at him as he speeds through the streets, no doubt running a few lights. You smiled to yourself because you really got the finest man in that place. He noticed you looking at him at a red light, then bit his bottom lip. His eyes took you in from head to toe.

"You like how fast I'm going?" He asked, teasing.

"I think you could go faster." You reply with a cheeky smile.

"That's how you like it?" His eyes glint in the streetlights, looking wild and unrestrained. You clenched your thighs together helplessly, hating that his crazy ass unpredictability is what gets you going.

"Yeah."

The speed he takes off with feels dangerous like you're freefalling. You don't even have time to gasp, he's swerving down the highway and taking your breath away. An excitement you haven't felt in a long time sneaks up on you and you find yourself smiling as you fly past other cars. In a moment of giddiness, you shout your enthusiasm. He laughs as you continue your whoo'ing and enjoying yourself. He increases the bass (to show out, you presume) and your entire body is buzzing to the beat of a familiar hip-hop song. You rap a couple of bars, swaying side to side and you can hear him joining in on your impromptu karaoke.

You were afraid that the police would pull you over. Two black people in an expensive sports car blasting hip hop? Clear target. The shots you took at the club didn't help the situation, either. In any case, the cops didn't interrupt your fun, which was a little suspect because usually, you couldn't go above 50 MPH without getting stopped. He seemed to have everything suspiciously under control though.

The song switches to a softer r&b track and Erik turns the radio down a few notches. You smile over at him, admiring his beautiful brown skin and the gold that continued to shine on his neck. Curious, you reach your hand over and caress down his neck, trailing your wandering fingers from his nape to the cold of his chains, then over to his shoulder which you gripped. In your trance-like state, you hardly noticed him staring you through the corner of his eyes, smirking.

"Look at you. Can't keep your hands off a nigga."

"Shut up," you reply as you lean the rest of your body over. He gives you a questioning side eye as you propped yourself up on the armrest, your face beside him.

The ride was taking too long and you couldn't even help yourself anymore, you needed to feel him on you again, you needed the thrills he's been giving you since you first locked eyes. You leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, then hesitantly, to his lower jaw. He hummed in approval. You smirked and continued planting soft kisses on his skin, inhaling his intoxicating scent of soap and cologne. Cheekily, you poked at his neck with your tongue, giggling afterward. He bit his lower lip and began tapping on the steering wheel.

"Baby girl, you must be tryna run our asses off the road." He chuckled, though you could hear the clear frustration in his voice. "You always been a thrill-seeker?" He asks.

You peck at his collarbone, delighting in his clear muscle definition. "Not really, no." You whisper into his neck.

"I just bring that out of you?" He says as more of a statement than a question. You turn hot as you reflect on your behavior, but it doesn't stop you from sucking at the side of his neck - which, in retrospect wasn't a good idea. He, however, remained cool and confident, driving as he has been before you started assaulting him with your tongue. A lesser man surely would've swerved with how forward you were being, but that's what you liked about him, he wasn't like anyone you'd ever hooked up with.

Slowly, he released his right hand from the steering wheel and pushed it down to his jeans, adjusting himself as you tried to create a kaleidoscope of hickies on his skin. His breathing pattern changed, getting faster with every exit that was passed. You were absolutely on cloud nine.

"Feel good?" You whisper into his ear as your hand descends down his chest. His eyes are now struggling to stay on the road. You take his gulping silence to mean yes and continue on with your ministrations. Your hands slide down to his crotch, experimentally pressing down on his confined dick. Erik groans, slightly pushing up into your touch.

"Fuck," he grunts. You keep rubbing against him, feeling the hardness underneath his layers and giving his neck sloppy kisses. "Goddamn. I'm gon' fuck the shit outta you." He promises, still trying desperately to pay attention to the road and drive to his place faster. You giggle to yourself, peppering light kisses up to his jaw now.

"I don't like how you teased me back there," you whisper against his skin.

"You won't get teased again if you be a good girl for me. Can you do that?" He asks in huffs, slowly grinding up into your palm. You nod. "Baby, speak up."

"I can be a good girl for you." You chime with absolutely no sense of pride. Fuck that. Your inner ho is on the loose and she deserves this. He groans, then without hesitation he turns and smashes his lips to yours. It's messy, chaotic, and wild, your mouths hungry for each other. You lose yourself in his rough kisses a little too much because a car horn is what separates you two. You snap back to reality and, yeah, he's fucking driving. Right.

"Buckle up because if we not at the house in two minutes, I'm pulling over and fucking you raw in the backseat." He pressed down on the speed and continued on this unknown route. You strap yourself in, smiling to yourself because you were down for either option if you were being real.

Less than two minutes later, true to his word, the car turns into a large driveway leading into a two car garage. He cuts the engine and leans over to press a chaste kiss to your lips, lingering just a second too long for it not to feel romantic. You smile as he unbuckles your seatbelt for you, savoring his undivided attention. He presses another kiss to your temple, whispering a fond "my lil daredevil" before opening his door.

You follow his lead, unbuckling and exiting his car. You appreciate the cobblestone ground of the driveway as he leads you to the front door of his house. It was impressive, two stories high and as large as a house you'd expect in the richest of suburbs. It was far too luxurious for only one person. Surely, he didn't live by himself, you thought. What does he even do to make enough to afford all of these things?

"You live here alone?" You ask, walking into his house, though it looked more like a museum than anything. African artifacts were showcased on a few walls in glass boxes, Afrocentric paintings lined up in between them, and there was even a small rustic statue by the staircase. He shrugged, walking to his living room couch to sit as you still spun around trying to take in how amazing his house was. His living room could probably fit most of your apartment in it. You glance up, surprised to find expensive looking chandeliers.

"Sometimes my cousin stays over if he's in America." He explains from the living room. You mindlessly wander towards him and sit next to him on the couch, still discreetly checking out the interior design of his house and large pieces of art decorating his walls. Definitely Mediterranian style architecture, you silently commend. He laughs at you, efficiently snapping you out of your E Network fantasy.

"Damn, you need me to give you and this house some alone time? You getting wet looking at chandeliers and shit."

You huff your embarrassment and hit his shoulder. "Fuck you, I can appreciate art if I want, nigga."

"Peep all that shit in the morning, baby, come over here and appreciate this dick." He smirks, pulling you in by your waist to sit on his lap. You roll your eyes, but slowly prop up on your knees and straddle him on the couch. You run your hands up his arms to his shoulders. He's so muscular, he doesn't even need to flex.

"Yeah, that's perfect." He says as his hands explore your waist to your backside. His lips quickly attach to your neck, sucking any patch of skin he could get to, pushing you down to grind in his lap. You bit your lip to keep the shameless moan from coming out.

"Ah!" You yelp at his hand smacking your ass. He pulls you back so you're level with his face, foreheads pressed against each other.

"That ain't loud enough for me, baby."

"Give me a reason to get loud, baby." You tease with a wicked smile. You enjoyed messing with him more than you'd ever admit. His eyes blink in surprise, a devious smile pulling at the edges of his mouth showcasing his dimples. He stares at you for a moment like he'd just found out something important about you.

You blush at his dazed facial expression.

"Stop looking at me like that," you laugh, covering your face. Erik pulls your hands from your face, intertwining it with his. With nowhere to hide from his intrusive stare, you duck your head and continue laughing.

"Oh, you shy all of a sudden?" He asks rhetorically, but you shake your head anyway. The giggles were just a side effect of you drinking and sometimes it was hard to control.

"No, I just laugh when hoes can't make me cum," you say boldly, and it's obviously meant to be taken as a joke, but that dangerous gleam in his eyes comes back stronger than ever and you realize you've made a grave mistake. Your eyes caught the harsh clench of his jaw as he regarded you, glaring a hole into your face and you couldn't even stutter out an apology before he tossed you beneath him on the couch. During the transition, your dress had risen past your belly button, displaying the ruined black lace wrapped around you. He gripped both your wrists in his hand, pushing them above your head as his other wrapped lightly around your throat.

"You talk too fucking much," he grunts, sliding between your legs to push his erection into you. "That slick ass mouth gon' get you in trouble." His jeans grate against your wet underwear making you whimper. You try thrashing against him, but a quick thwack! to your thighs stop you. You try to speak again, but his hand moves from its firm place on your neck to your mouth, effectively stopping you from making the situation worse. Your whine is muffled by his hand.

"I bet that's what yo lil freak ass want, ain't it?" He leans over so that his lips are flush against your ear. "Fuck the foreplay shit, you tryna get that punishment, that's what you want." He chuckles darkly as you wriggle in his grasp, trying to get more pleasure from his hips. "How'd your old niggas punish you?" He asks and this time removes his hand so you may answer him. You inhale all the air taken from you, panting as you stared up at the ceiling.

"They d-didn't..." you whisper, hoarse. He laughs then, sliding his hand down to your breasts.

"You used to run all over them, huh?"

You shook your head. "No, it wasn't even --"

Thwack!

Your thigh stings.

"No more lying, baby. If I think you lying, yo ass sure as hell gon' be dying laughing because you ain't gon' be cumming." He threatens. "Now, did you run all over your exes?"

"Yes," you whimper, hoping to make some sort of atonement for your earlier words.

"That's what I thought." He huffs, then releases your wrists from his grip, instead of reaching down to grab hold of your waist. Before you could question his intentions, you're being lifted.

Like a rag-doll, you were picked up and tossed over his shoulder. You fixed your mouth to complain as he stood up and began walking, but thought against it. You were in enough trouble as it was. You settled for tsking because the only thing in your line of sight was the hardwood floors of his house and his ass. You entered a room with a beautiful double door entrance that you couldn't even fully admire because he decided to toss you off his shoulder.

You landed on a bed haphazardly, grunting in irritation.

"Seriously?"

"Deadass." He replies snarkily. You roll your eyes. "Take them shits off." He gestures towards your dress that turned into a shirt and you lace underwear. "It's not a suggestion." He says when you don't immediately move. You rush to get the dress up and over your head, then kick your heels off and start pulling your underwear down. In front of you, he's removing his clothes, too, a show you'd be damned if you missed, so your attention zeroes in on him taking off his shirt.

Scars. So many damn scars.

You're worried initially, but upon seeing his unbothered face realize that he's probably done it to himself. But why? What's he tallying? You're so caught up in his markings that you don't notice he's glaring at you. Like you were about to run out screaming because of his scars. You crawl towards him on your knees and hesitantly lean to touch the bumpy grooves in his skin, fascinated more than anything. He looks down at you blankly.

Experimentally, you lean in to kiss his chest, then look up at him for confirmation. You can't decipher what he looks means, so you move back to his chest placing sloppy kisses down his torso and using your hands to feel the scars. The only instance you get that he's enjoying what you're doing is the small sigh leaving his lips once you lightly scrape your fingernails down him. He lets out a soft laugh that has you looking back up to him.

"You something else." He said fondly. You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kisses you hard, pushing back down to the bed with him on top. You help unbuckle his pants as you two explore each other's mouths, sucking and teasing and biting.

"I want to hear you begging for me." He comments as he gets his jeans down, crawling up on the bed. You stare down to his length as it pops out of his underwear, then bite your lip. He's bigger than you expected, longer and girthier. You wondered how you would even get him in you.

"Want me to fuck you?" He asks with a smirk.

"Yes."

He settled over you, shoving your legs apart. The tip of his dick nudged your entrance. "You ain't doing enough begging, ma."

Your voice cracked. "Please, fuck me."

He snickers under his breath obviously finding amusement in your weak pleas. You feel his tip brushing up and down your pussy, never pushing in but slowly pleasuring your clit. You can't help but to whine and try to move towards him so he'd fill you up. His hand slapped your stomach, stopping you from moving further.

"Did I say you could move?" He asks. Pouting, you shake your head.

"Please, baby, I need it. I need you to fuck me, please!" You beg sternly albeit a little pathetic. He smirks, then you feel him sliding inside of you, stretching your pussy out farther than you expected. He snapped his hips and you went from having barely any satisfaction to being the most filled you've ever been. He didn't give you much time to adjust, thrusting hard into you again and groaning out his pleasure.

"Damn, baby. Look how wet you getting." He reaches down to your cunt, rubbing your wetness on his fingers as he fucks you, then giving your clit a quick rub. Your body jolts feeling a hot course of electricity zing through you. Your eyes close on their own accord, you feel dizzy from the sensations. You can hear sucking noises like he was tasting you on his fingers. Your head falls back with a cry at the thought, a stinging sensation of tears welling up in your eyes surprising you. One tear escapes when you open your eyes again, sliding from your cheek to your jaw and he leans down to kiss you.

"Why you crying?" He whispers, and for a moment you think he's being genuine, but he follows up the question with a deep chuckle. "The dick too good, ma?" He laughs against your mouth, pressing his forehead against yours. Your eyes flutter open and get trapped in his deep brown ones. Everything about him is hypnotic and mesmerizing, even as he's driving you crazy. He stares you down, hips thrusting passionately in and out of you, hands cupped around your waist to push you on him more.

"You so fucking beautiful, lil daredevil," he confesses. "I might just keep you around."

Another jolt of pleasure flows through you. He kisses your mouth, your cheek, your jaw, all down to your neck where he rested his head on you, peppering you with fervent, sloppy kisses.

Your body convulses, driven to its breaking point and ready to release all the tension that'd been building. You shake, holding onto his shoulders, scratching your fingers down his scars in the heat of pleasure.

"Fuck," you moan. "I'm gonna cum."

That's when he pulls out.

"What? Nah, none of that. I ain't forget that shit you said on the couch, you got me fucked up." He pulls and twists you around on the bed so you're face down instead. "On your knees."

It's wobbly, but you slowly ascend to your knees, presenting yourself to him. He hums his approval, then smacks your ass so hard you almost fall back to the bed. He laughs as you shakily regain your footing.

"You like that?" He asks. "You like when Daddy smacks that ass?"

You whimper in response, nodding frantically.

"Say you like it." His palm cracks on your ass again and you moan shamelessly, trying to back yourself into his touch. He rubs the stinging spot on your ass as you gather the courage to speak. You really didn't wanna call him that, but the less rational part of you, the wreck of a girl begging for his dick feels very differently.

"I like when you spank me, Daddy." You stutter out, but it's enough for him because he shoves his dick back into you without another word. His hips smack against your ass lewdly and the pace only gets faster the more you moan.

"Yeah? You gon' throw that ass back for Daddy?" He asks, slapping your ass repeatedly until you start pushing back against him. He groaned seeing you fuck yourself on him, yelling and panting for more.

"Please!" You finally shouted.

You screamed for him to let you come, but he continued denying you, mocking you. You could feel the pleasure building to its highest point, making you squirm out of his vice grip and vibrate out of your control. He pulled you back in, hooking his big arms around your body so that you stayed put.

"Stop fucking running from me, take this dick." He grunted and you genuinely clawed at his sheets trying to let up on his rough thrusting. You could hear how wet you were with every thrust, a fast rhythm that your body couldn't keep up with anymore. "Yeah, that's it, baby, you like that?"

"Yes! Please, let me cum, please!" You begged with tears forming in your eyes. Your body was giving out on you, aching and burning under his command.

"Fuck no. Tell me who owns this pussy."

"You! You do! Please, Daddy, please, I'll be good!" You cry. He slaps your ass cheek hard and you arch back feeling overstimulated. "I can't do it, I can't!" You cry, then try to crawl away again, needing to be released from his endless cycle of pleasure-pain, but his hands keep you stuck in one place.

"What's wrong, is it too much for my lil daredevil?" He asks teasingly. Hot tears run down your face as his dick hits your most sensitive spots.

"Yes!" You scream, throat stinging because of your abused vocal chords.

"I thought you liked this shit. I thought you said I couldn't make you cum." He punctuates his words with sharp thrusts.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you can! You can! Please! Please!"

He pulls you up to him, hand wrapped firmly around your throat. His chin is tucked into your shoulder, his breath warm and faintly smelling of mint. "I should just pull out and leave you like this." He threatens, uncaring of the cries coming out your mouth. "So fucking disrespectful." He slowly pulls out, causing you to whine.

"You think you deserve to cum?"

You weren't even sure you were forming real words anymore, you have swept away in such an intense vibrating pleasure that left you a quivering, sputtering wreck. His hand squeezes your neck just a little tighter, pushing you, and your senses begin dying out, leaving you with the rapid pounding of your heartbeat and blurry vision. It was like when you'd first seen him, how everything else faded into the background, how he stole your attention from anything else. His belittling words were muffled in the background as you focused all your energy on not climaxing before he told you so. You were floating through time and space, new tears falling to replace your dried ones, muscles burning from the position changes, ears ringing in the sweetest way possible.

His lips are flush against your ear when you finally, finally, hear what you've wanted to hear all night.

"Fuck, baby, cum on this dick. Now."

He slams back into you shamelessly and you're done for. You screamed as the line between pain and pleasure blurred dangerously close, then erupted into euphoria. Your pussy clenched around him tighter than ever, making him moan as audaciously as you were. He started thrusting faster, reaching his own orgasm as you melted through yours feeling your juices running down your thighs.

"Fuck, I'm 'bout to bust all in your pussy, baby." He warns.

"Do it, I want your cum inside me. Please, Daddy." You beg between pants. He climaxes with a loud grunt, whispering something about you being such a good girl. You fall to the bed, him following along after you on your back. 

The world went black and the last thing you remember before sinking into the deepest sleep of your life was him wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead.

(That was inch resting. Give me your thoughts. Continue or no?)

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[dewprisms]

ok so, it’s been a day, i think i’m ready to collect my thoughts on KH3

where to begin....the plot I guess?

So what....even happened. like, Xehanort seems to have done a change on why he’s doing all this, but i’ve seen examples that it’s not far-fetched but idk it just seems like poor writing if “i love darkness” xehanort was really trying to bring back the light...there’s stuff that never got explained with so many characters too so i’ll just

sora: him hiding his pain was always implied but a lot of people really are too dumb to realize that and called him OoC in this game, like Coded and DDD were leading up to all this. I joked that he died but then it turns out he really did fucking die. and then he died again to bring back kairi. and now he’s in shibuya??? do i gotta play twewy now cause i dont care about that game

riku: why did they not let him interact with kairi. why. their relationship got shafted hard. its like, are they even really friends anyway? or just with sora? the soriku in this game was strong af despite being the one where sokai was made canon

kairi: GOD WHERE DO I BEGIN Kairi I’m so fucking sorry Nomura did all this shit to you. Hype you up with keyblade training. helping with the final battle. then what happened? needing rescue, everyone getting hurt because you need saving. getting your ass beat by xion (at least in my game, jfc she died faster than donald ever did), getting kidnapped immediately after, again. then GETTING KILLED BY XEHANORT SO SORA CAN HAVE HIS MAN PAIN then having Sora die so he could bring Kairi back so she can cry about being lonely. why the FUCK isn’t she the one looking for him, why are they having Riku do it? why does nomura fucking hate her. she deserves better than this. i’ll never be over this even if Kairi gets redeemed in every subsequent game. they fucked up real bad with her and I’m so fucking pissed off.

roxas: my boy. where is the convo about him and ven. we just saw them notice each other but no words exchanged. this is the guy who’s been having an identity crisis since he was born. and nothing at all? come on.

xion: my girl her new outfit is so gosh darn  f r e s h like damn son. but, why is she back? why was she with the orgxiii? how did they even get her when she was inside sora’s heart???

lea: i still dont like him. he kidnapped kairi and hurt her friends and he makes kairi call him axel, the name he had when he did all that, so he could project his faded memories of xion onto her. he was abusive to xion and roxas, i knew they were gonna reunite because they’re friends but he NEEDS to apologize for what he did to them, the constant lying, attacking xion because she ran away from her abusive situation because he didn’t want to be lonely, and the writers turned his threat into a heartwarming scene? no fuck that. everyone forgave him for everything far too easily.

isa: APOLOGIZE TO ROXAS AND XION TOO YOU FUCK. especially xion. now he’s suddenly friends with them? fuck that. he needs to make up for how he treated them.

x: it would’ve been great if they had brought her up in days, it just comes so out of left field that isa and lea were trying to find and save some girl who’s name they dont even know. why the fuck is Skuld even in the present, cause that’s likely who she is. more forced ties to the money hungry gacha game i can’t bear myself to leave.

ven: my son, i have nothing bad to say about him

terra: my son, i’m surprised the guardian = terra’s heartless theory was true, and like damn, he got messed up so bad his heart, body AND soul/mind got split? but, where was his interactions with riku. he did bequeath his keyblade to him. but nothing is said between them, they don’t even interact outside of a small race in the ending.

aqua: why do people say they wrote her bad? i mean yeah she just immediately gave up against the heartless swarm instead of fighting it but she was trapped in the realm of darkness and taken over by the darkness for 10 years like just a few hours before hand.....she still got off pretty good in the end.

namine: i swear i was worried they forgot about her, she helped LW find terranort which brought terra back, and she came back. that ending? she and xion are def dating.

replica riku: replinami is fucking canon i dont care what you say. im still sad, he could’ve had the replica body anyway, it was implied there were many more, and even could’ve just made more. roxas and ven, and kairi/namine/xion can exist despite being identical, why can’t he and riku?

demyx: what the hell even happened to him? he dropped off the replica body and ansem the wise then disappeared from the rest of the game. we legit have no clue what happened to him. all we know is that he got benched from the nort 13, then xemnas confirmed he was also a keykid in the age of fairytales, but even khux hasn’t revealed that yet, larxene just got revealed like 2 months ago. i feel like him being revealed as a keykid should have jossed the theory of him being the master of masters but people still going at it. then again....(far below)

luxord: also a keykid even though he looks too old (prob the beard), his characterization seems to be in line with days, how he resigned to his fate that he was just gonna serve the org til the end because he had nothing left. also what the hell was that “wild card” he gave to sora, it never got brought up again.

marluxia: he also forgot his past like them all too, only remembering when sora beat him. i’m guessing he’ll never find strelitzia, she was in the final world too so she’s def dead. although namine was there too.....

larxene: god i love this absolute bitch. saying “ugh xemnas” to his face is such bad bitch energy. all of her scenes were so good. she only went along because of marluxia though....and yet neither of them remembered their past as keykids but stuck together anyway. they’re canon hush.

ienzo: what a good boy. he’s really trying hard to atone.

vexen: i’ll admit i didn’t trust him, but he was sincere in wanting to repent.

aeleus/dilan: lmao the former got like 1 line and the latter got like 1 grunt and nothing else. they were just kinda there. weird considering what Xaldin was like in 2/days.

ansem sod: uh.....what was with the attempted redemption in his defeat, literally nothing ever implied he was wanting to quit because he suddenly always knew they would fail

xemnas: same as ansem, literally nothing implied he was sad over being lonely because nobody actually liked him or his authority

young xehanort: imagined getting burned by freakin woody of all people. also what was his deal. he’s like the only one who didn’t get some kind of sad or redeeming cutscene. and he was the one who implied sora would die if he abused the power of waking outta nowhere. idk, something about him seemed off compared to like. every other nort.

donald and goofy: donald straight up decimated Terranort in the first/failure timeline, like dude literally died from zettaflare

Mickey: I wish he had died instead of Kairi :/ just because she was already being treated like shit

Eraqus: He apologized to Aqua and Ven but not Terra :/ at least he’s with his boyfriend in the afterlife

Xehanort: All the fights were easy as shit and the finale was anticlimatic. I actually like him less because of the fucking Kairi bullshit. Also his new VA just doesn’t work. He suddenly has an accent, his voice is nowhere near as deep and he lacks emotion in most of his lines. And people thought Terra and Aqua’s voices were emotionless? At least Xehaqus is canon ig

braig/xigbar/luxu’s getting his own post

[creativitymouth]

The World Forgetting by The World Forgotten Pt.3

A/N - A big thank you to all of the amazing writers on Tumblr who helped me get my story out there to begin with. @asthmaticeddie @apartofthelosersclub @firstfannypack @mikoalabearwrites @justauthoring If you haven’t checked out their stories please do so because it’s what gave me the courage to put my work out there in the first place. 

Summary: Adolescence is kicking (Y/N) in the ass and she isn’t sure if she’s winning. SlowBurn!RichieTozierxFemale!Reader. 

Trigger Warning: Depressive Themes and Sexual Assault. Cursing because of Trashmouth Tozier.

9th grade has many sexual assault mentions, if you are uncomfortable reading this please skip ahead. 

Chapter 3

8th Grade - 1986

It had been 2 years, and Richie Tozier had just begun to realize his crush on you was possibly never going to go away. He had finally told all the guys about it on one of those days you randomly disappeared, but they all just shrugged him off. They had been sitting around in Bills place, wondering where their favorite girl had been when they stopped by her house earlier. When suddenly Richie found that he couldn’t keep his mouth closed, per usual.

“I think I like (Y/N).” He blurted out, everyone stared at him open mouthed. What had he just said? Impossible. No one said anything for a stretch of awkward seconds as they just gaped a Tozier. This was the guy with a new crush every week, so he couldn’t be serious.

“Trashmouth Tozier? With feelings for our pure little (Y/N), no fucking way man you’re joking.” Stan had said.

“Yeah R-Rich, you gu-guys are polar opposites.” Bill cut in. “It’ll g-go away eventually. L-like every other crush you-you-you’ve had.”

“Remember in 4th grade when Eddie had feelings for (Y/N) for like a month?” Stan said. “He had lied to (Y/N) and told her you almost killed him at the arcade, just so he could give her his back up aspirator.” Richie’s eyes narrowed slightly at Eddie, he had already known this information but hearing it now felt like a stab in the chest. He was the first person he told back in 6th grade about what seemed like a fatal crush.

“Hey!” Eddie yelled. “Way to fucking blow my spot man!”

“W-we’ve all t-thought that at some point.” Bill stated. “When we f-first met her in 2nd gr-gr-grade I swore I was going to m-marry her.” He shuddered at the thought of his 2nd grade self-proposing to (Y/N) on the swings. You had very kindly declined him, still boring that faint New York accent.

“Yeah, she’s like the only girl who talks to us, and she’s really pretty.” The guys nodded in agreement there was no shame in admitting you had a nice face. “I liked her in 5th grade for 3 months, even brought her Hydrangeas every day for a week.” Eddie and Bill laughed at the face Stan made, having feelings for you now only seemed disturbing. Though they had all, at some point, considered a relationship with you, you eventually crossed the line from potential love interest to sister like best friend. “I know you remember that Richie, you gave me pointers on how to get her to like me back.” Richie attempted a cocky smirk, though he felt disgust bubbling in his stomach. They had all gotten rid of there feelings for (Y/N) but Richie’s wasn’t fading. Not after 2 years and he feared not ever.

“You’re right, Richie Tozier doesn’t settle for just one bitch. He needs multiple chances to get it in.” Richie said causing the guys to groan. The truth was he just wanted to change the subject. Eddie was the only one who may have believed Richie. He had told him the same thing 2 years ago, why would he keep up this charade for 2 years? Was it possible that Tozier was in love?

So now, Richie found himself staring at you as you walked out of class to go to the bathroom. He wanted nothing more than to be able to forget these weird feelings.

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You walked into the bathroom, having just needed fresh air. The school dance was in a couple of weeks and Kyle hadn’t asked you yet. You’d both been players in this weird love game for 2 years, and it was beginning to frustrate you. Did Kyle want a relationship with you, or did he want arms candy? Or maybe Richie was right, and Kyle just wanted to “get in your pants”. You sighed trying to calm your overactive thoughts. You had always been a jittery child but in recent years things seemed to be getting worse. The fake smiles were harder to keep up, and your time management was severely lacking.

“Are you in there by yourself Beaver-ly.” A voice rung out, causing your stomach to drop. Greta Bowie had certainly developed a colorful vocabulary in the last couple of years. “Or do you have half the guys in the school with you, huh slut?” You half expected to see Greta’s shoes beneath your own stall, so when you saw her a couple of stalls down to say you were relieved was an understatement. “I know you’re in there you little shit, I can smell you.” You winced for the person I few stalls down. “No wonder you don’t have any friends.”

“Which is it, Greta?” A voice responded with strength. You recognized it as Beverly Marsh, Williams crush since the 3rd grade. He even had some pictures he drew of her, you insisted he pursue art school, but he always denied you. “Am I a slut or a little shit? Make up your mind.”

“You’re trash.” Beverly didn’t respond. You peered out the crack in the stall door, watching as a girl in Greta’s posy struggled her way over to the garbage can.

“Shit.” You said under your breath. This was a do or die situation, so obviously you being you, you picked die. Richie always complained that you had a super-hero complex. You placed your bag on the floor dropping onto your hands and knees and praying that you would make it to Beverly before the garbage did. You made it to her stall and peered up at her, putting a finger to your mouth. She held a tray of food in her lap, and stared at you peculiarly. You waved at her to follow you. She shrugged, obviously willing to try anything, before dropping on her hands and knees in a similar fashion as to what you had done. She followed you back to the stall you’d come too. “Sit on my lap.” You mouthed. She raised her eyebrows a smile playing at her face. You slapped your hands down onto your lap playfully. She sat down with a shake of her head, and you guys listened carefully as you heard Greta struggle to lift the garbage can.

At least buy me dinner first. You heard Richie’s voice in your head and couldn't help but silently laugh. Beverly looked back at you when your shoulders started to shake with laughter. She put her finger on her mouth, taunting your previous action. You smiled widely at her. Suddenly the sound of garbage could be heard falling harshly onto the ground in the stall where Beverly had just come from.

“That Bitch!” You heard Greta scream. “Find her, kick all the stall doors open.” You and Bev shared a wild look as the sound of stall doors began to slam. Beverly seemed slightly entertained by this turn of events.

“Now we run.” You stated. Beverly jumped off your lap, taking your hand in hers before swinging the stall door open and running out.

“Get them!” Greta hissed loudly as she stomped her foot. You had always known Greta to have a temper issue and a smart-ass mouth but had never before seen her physically rough house someone. You guys didn’t stop running, the bookbag you had on slamming into the small of your back roughly.

“This is a great first impression!” You yelled to Beverly sarcastically. She rolled her eyes.

“I’m known for those.” She responded, smiling even though you were both going to run out of breath soon. Greta, though wearing those same sparkly red flats (only now in a different size), was surprisingly fast.

“(Y/N)?” You hear Eddie yell from next to Rich’s locker. You didn’t have to look to know all the boys were looking at you strangely. They had probably come inside looking for you after the final bell had rung and you didn’t meet them at the bike rack.

“Not now! Busy running!” You yelled back as you passed them “Code brown!” Meet at Bill's house. You could hear the boys sputter in confusion, you weren’t one for trouble, at least not without them around. Stan was the first one to see Greta Bowie and her crew chasing after you and Beverly Marsh. He nudged Bill, who nudged Eddie, who then nudged Richie.

“Oh, fucking shit, what now?” Richie said with agitation. “How much do you guys wanna bet she was playing fucking super hero again.” The boys all shook their heads before following you. You’d made it to your bike in record time, and with a spare glance could see that you had maybe 30 seconds before Greta caught up.

“Get on, get on, get on.” You said hurriedly to Beverly.

“I have a bike.”

‘We don’t have I have a bike time!” Beverly made a noise of displeasure before jumping on behind you. You had never been on the receiving end of pedaling with another person. The boys often had you on the back of their bikes when you were too lazy to ride your own. Well after this experience you didn’t think you’d be doing that again. It was significantly harder to pedal with two people on a one-person bike. Despite that, you didn’t stop. Beverly kept her hands tightly gripped onto your shoulders. “You’re going to fall like that, you can put them around my waist. I’m not gonna bite.”

“You’re weird.” Beverly said before wrapping her arms around you. Her tone didn’t have any maliciousness behind it, she was just stating a fact.

“Exceptionally.” You responded. It was the first time someone had called you that, but you knew it wasn’t your fault. It was those boys and their terrible influence on your innocence. Hint, it was just Trashmouth.

“I like that.” She said smiling again. You didn’t know what it was about Beverly Marsh, but you liked her. You hadn’t known much about her besides that William had a long-standing crush on her that he couldn’t seem to shake, but after the short and terrible first impression you decided she was someone you wanted to keep around. For a while. You didn’t know much about other females, except your mom and Greta Bowie, but you figured that you and Bev would get along greatly.

After about 15 minutes of pedaling in the direction to Bill's house Greta had given up her chase. You knew it wasn't over, as it never was with Bowie. You slowed to a more paced pedal, and felt more comfortable, Beverly took her hands from around your waist, no longer afraid of falling.

“You can drop me off here.” She said suddenly. You quirked an eyebrow, knowing she was trying to run away from making more conversation.

“You know,” you begin “I’m on my way to hang out with my friends, and I’d think it’d be really cool if you could join us.” You smiled widely, your signature.

“I don’t know, I gotta get home before my dad.” She said, though it was more to herself then to you. “Maybe another time.” She said as you pulled your bike to a stop at the curb. She began to get off and walk away when you called out her name.

“Why don’t we go see the Breakfast Club, they’re doing a midnight re-showing at the dollar theatre.” She laughed loudly.

“Is it because I look like Molly Ringwald?” You shrug in response, still smiling at her. “Okay, fine. I’ll meet you there at 4 tomorrow.”

“Great! Bye Bevy!” She waved bye at you shaking her head slightly. The interaction was the weirdest, yet best one she had experienced in her 13 years of life. After watching her walk away, you left for Bill's house determined to make the boys help you get Stanley to study his torah.  

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After the movie, you and Beverly Marsh were joined at the hip. The boys had come to accept that she was in fact, your best friend. Though she always persisted that she didn’t want to meet them yet, because she didn’t trust men it didn’t stop you from bragging about them. She argued that Richie liked you, and the thought made your heart jump, but you couldn’t place why. After all, you were Kyle Henderson's on again off again girlfriend. When she started smoking you were always there to reprimand her and try to hit the cigarette out her hand, but Bev was stronger and taller than you. Though you never gave up trying, you were also never successful. A few weeks before the dance, Beverly had finally opened to you about her father. She’d come to your house crying, falling into your arms with her hair cut short.

“It’s like he doesn’t know I’m his daughter, he sees me and sees some kind of s-sex object.” She cried as you pet her hair down. “He was always grabbing me by my hair and I - I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I cut it all off.” You nodded solemnly, finding yourself at a loss for words like when you had that talk with Mike. “I hate living there.”

“Hey,” you said gently still petting her head that was laying on your shoulder “why don’t you stay here for a while my parents won’t be back for two weeks. We can go to the dance together next week, I mean Kyle asked me to be his date finally but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you tagged along.” She looked at you now, wiping at her face.

“You sure?”

“Of course!”

“You won’t make me wear a frilly dress, right?” You laughed out loud at this, the thought had crossed your mind, but you knew Beverly would never go for it. She was a rock of stubbornness.

“Okay, no frilly dress.” You held up your pinky for her to take in her own. “I also have an idea for my hair, and I need your help.”

“What?” She asked you hesitantly. You looked down at your hair, smiling softly at the idea.

“We cut it.”

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Richie Tozier had his head in his hands in frustration, the dance had come far quicker than he wanted it to. He’d never wanted anything more than for you to be happy, but he started wishing that happiness was with him. When you called him, exclaiming that Kyle had finally asked you to the dance he spoke as though it was the greatest thing to ever happen, but he was just hurt. He had told himself that if Kyle didn’t ask you 4 days before the dance that he would ask you himself. Of course, Kyle did end up asking you and Richie hated himself for not making a move faster.

“That’s great (Y/N), just tell the man to use a condom.” Richie had said over the phone.

“Beep Beep, Richie.”

You talked to him for hours, told him about how Bev was going too and how happy you were. You even persuaded him to go, calling him your favorite loser and saying that you needed to see him there. He eventually caved, he couldn’t ever say no to you. But now he was wishing he had. You were slow dancing with Kyle, his arms around your waist and your head on his shoulder and it was making Richie feel sick. He thought about the way his heart reacted when you’d first cut your hair, he felt like he was able to see your face more and boy did that put him into cardiac arrest. When you’d caught him staring he ruffled your hair and told you it didn’t look to bad.

“Tozier.” A soft feminine voice said from above him. He grunted in response wanting to be left alone. “Tozier.” The voice said again, kicking him slightly.

“What the fuck do you want?” He snapped looking up. Beverly sat down next to him with a smug expression on her face.

“So, you like (Y/N) huh.” She smirked devilishly.

“W-what?” Richie was blinking rapidly as his stomach sunk. This was not a conversation he wanted to be having, and especially not with your best friend.

“You took one look at her and turned into a bright red tomato.” She laughed. “Then, when you saw her with Kyle, you turned green. So, either you like her, or you’re secretly a chameleon.” Richie grunted, leaning back on his elbows.

“Why does it matter anyway?”

“Why don’t you tell her?”

“Because she doesn’t feel that way about me.”

“Let me tell you something Tozier.” Beverly's expression was suddenly serious. “That girl doesn’t understand her own feelings.” Bev shook her head. “She talks about you more than the rest of the losers. Fuck, I know your favorite color and the exact number of freckles on your face.” She chuckled softly. “She’s afraid you know.”

“Of what?”

“Losing.” She stated simply “She feels inadequate, she doesn’t talk about it and she hid it really well, but if you look at her long enough you can see the cracks in the mask.” Richie didn’t respond, just watching you intently now. You seemed to be arguing with Kyle. “I think, she thinks that if she lets herself feel, she’ll fall apart.” Beverly frowned, she knew you well enough by now. Richie and Beverly suddenly quieted down, both just watching as you and Kyle seemed to bicker, but both also just lost in their own heads. Were you okay?

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“What?” You said pulling back from Kyles shoulder. His hands stayed on your waist. “What did you fucking say?”

“I said your friend Eddie is a snack sized bitch.” Your eyes grew to the size of the moon as you ripped yourself from Kyle’s grasp.

“How fucking dare, you!” Your hands came down roughly at your sides which caused Kyle to chuckle.

“Calm down babe.” He reached out for you, but you slapped his hand away. “Oh please, like you haven’t noticed the way he ogles other men, how though he’s 13 now he still hasn’t grown?” Your heart began to beat faster, your hands clammy, as you stared at Kyle. “You’re telling me you’re oblivious to the fact that your friend is a faggot?” You gasped at his use of the crude term. “You’re just pretending not to notice.”

“Yeah, like I pretended to be oblivious to your shrimp dick.” You growled. Kyle laughed bitterly. This was not how you wanted the dance to go, it had started so sweetly. You loved the dress you were in, you loved the way your hair looked at this length, and you had swooned when Kyle gave you a corset. Though you did rip off a flower to stick into Bev’s hair. When you got to the dance, you even got Bill and Bev to dance together for a while. Richie, had for the most part stuck off to the side, but you assumed it was because this wasn’t his scene. Everything had been going perfectly. Now, well, now it was ruined.

“Yeah, bet your friend likes my shrimp dick up his -” You didn’t give Kyle a chance to finish, your knee came up and slammed into his groin. You hadn’t pulled that one since 6th grade with Henry Bowers. Kyle doubled over with a grunt, his hand clutched tightly around himself. You moved to the side snatching a cup of punch from some girl’s hand, she shouted a soft hey, but you were too angry to notice her. You poured the liquid over Kyle's head, leaning down near his ear.

“If you ever say a word, about Eddie Kaspbrak, or any of the losers for that matter. I will rip your fucking head of Henderson.” You dropped the cup on the floor, before storming away. A small crowd had gathered, and you pushed yourself through not stopping until the boys and Bev all surrounded you.

“(Y/N)!” Stan yelled.

“Did he h-hurt you?”

“If he did, I swear to god.” Richie began.

“No.” You protested shaking your head.

“Then what happened (Y/N)?” Eddie asked you.

“He insulted you, said some pretty fucked up stuff.” Eyebrows knitted together, the losers club were used to being the butt of others peoples jokes. Stan was Jewish, Bill had a stutter, Richie talked to much, and Eddie was too short. People saying mean things about them was normal, yet still you always seemed to jump into action. Even if it was the guy you have liked for 2 years. “I wasn’t just gonna let him talk about Eddie that way.” The boys all looked at you in shock as Beverly smirked at you. That’s my girl, she thought. It was then Richie had known that his crush, wasn’t just a crush. Hearing you say you caused a man not to be able to have kids, all in defense of Eddie. Well that put things in perspective for him. Richie Tozier was in love with you. “No one’s going to talk about any of you badly if I’m around for it.” You took a deep breathe scanning the boys before your eyes settled on Richie. The crowd had scattered at this point, tired by the unfulfilling drama. You grabbed Richie's hand now, missing how he flushed. “Dance with me?”

“Uh,” He stuttered, and you were again oblivious to the way Beverly nudged him in the side. “Hell yeah.” He said. You smiled and pulled him away from the rest of the guys. You guys danced for what felt like hours, hips moving, voices screaming to try to match the music. You even had a couple of awkward slow dances. “Hey,” Richie said in the middle of one of those awkward dances, “it was fucking awesome of you defend Eds like that.”

“Duh, you’re my boys. Anyone with a problem with one of you has a problem with me.” You smiled at him causing his breath to catch in his throat. As you slowly moved side to side to the music, Richie found himself lost in your eyes.

“You look really beautiful.” He said suddenly. You blinked repeatedly, your smile falling as your heart sputtered.

“Oh, uh,” you pushed a hair behind your ear blushing profusely. No one had ever called you that before. “Thank you Rich.” You looked at him. Richie’s eyebrows were furrowed, he seemed to be considering something. “Rich?” You called him, he looked like he was going to lean in. Maybe connect your lips with his. Your brain reeled, what was happening?

“Guys!” Stan suddenly called, and you and Richie practically jumped apart. “Let's go, Eddie’s mom wants him home at a certain time.”

“Coming!” You yelled back, now noticing how close you and Rich were. Feeling the way, he had both of his hands on your waist, noticing the way yours were on his shoulders. How close his face had been to yours? You looked back at him, chewing on your bottom lip before moving away. He stood there for a moment with confusion. He couldn’t believe he was going to try to kiss you, in the middle of a school dance. It would have been the worst place to get rejected. You stopped walking when you noticed Richie wasn’t behind you. You turned around flashing him your wide smile. “Hurry up Tozier.”

“Y-Yeah!” He announced following behind you.

9th Grade - 1987

9th grade was the year of discoveries. It was when you had decided to make a change in your identity, figure out who you were under the colorful oversized sweaters (that could fit a truck in them) and the patterned leggings. You’d swapped them out, put all your old clothes in a bin under your bed and convinced your mother to take you with her shopping. You’d picked out brave pieces, striped crop tops and solid skirts with the occasional legging that you couldn’t turn down. You stopped attempting to maintain your unruly hair and let it do as it pleased, after all it was the 80s. The losers had changed too however; Eddie now dressed like Duckie from Pretty in Pink excluding the fanny pack that he would never take off, Stan stopped tucking in his button-down shirts while sporting vests and opened blazers, William had adorned denim jackets with patches he’d collect from local stores and never took off his off-white reeboks, and Richie Tozier well no one really expected such a drastic change from their favorite Trashmouth. Richie had begun experimenting with leather jackets and band t-shirts with his black Chuck Taylors, his curly hair now simply untamed. The only thing that remained the same was his glasses, and that’s because he spent so much money on clothes that he couldn’t afford contacts. Beverly, much like Richie adorned darker colors though she had never been a fan of bright things. Michael had changed as well, now sporting large printed sweaters and dark jeans. The Losers were still The Losers but they had a much better taste in fashion then in Middle School.

You attributed all these changes to why this had happened to you.

The navy skirt and long-sleeved crop top were a curse. My insistence to grow up and show flesh was my own demise. That’s what you whispered in your head as you teetered on your feet down the driveway to the Synagogue where you knew Stan would be. Your jellies were cracked on the side, and your hair had branches sticking out of it, your mind whirling as you stumbled over yourself.

Skirts are for girls who want it.

Crop tops are for girls who want me.

The words echoed in your head like a curse as you pushed open the doors to the Synagogue, still staring blindly ahead of you.

“Do you want me (Y/N)?” Henry asked as he walked closer to you. This had been the back and forth for the last 10 minutes, Henry following you and insisting you be with him. Commenting on your figure and appearance, making you feel gross. You scratched at your skin as if you could escape it.

“No.” You growled out attempting to shove him as he now stood in front of you, he grabbed your wrist at your feeble attempt.

“Yes.” He responded, his eyes gleaming with sin.

“I said no you fucking asshole.” You yanked back, trying to free yourself from the terrible primal look in Henry's eyes.  

“That’s not what I heard.” He nodded shortly looking behind him for less than a second before two other sets of hands were on you and pushing you down to the floor of the woods. You struggled in their grasps.

“Let go of me!” You had kicked and screamed and yelled. The boys were much stronger than you.  “I said get off of me you fucking pigs, this isn’t funny!”

“Who said this was a game.” Your eyes grew large with fear as you watched Henry unbutton his pants, you reached up and scratched one of your assailants in the face. They flinched back, and you moved to run for it.  “Don’t let her go you fucking idiot, hold her down!” Henry yelled at whoever was behind you. Hands came into your hair and yanked you down again. You screeched at the pain as the grips tightened.

“Henry,” someone behind you spoke out, you assumed it was Victor, “you said we were just gonna scare her. This is kind of far man.”

“Did I fucking ask you?” Henry shouted, Victor shook his head and moved to remove his hand from your shoulder. “Move, and I’ll fucking kill you Criss.” Victor froze before putting his hands back onto your shaking figure.

“Let go of me!” You had always hated those damsel in distress kind of girls but now you felt as though you’d pay a heavy price for someone to come and save you.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered as Henry made his approach. “I don’t want to die.” Victor repeated.

“Shut it Criss, I want a turn after Henry and if you keep talking neither of us will get one.” Patrick said as his hand slithered around your throat to prevent you from thrashing. He stuck his thumb in your mouth and you gagged causing him to chuckle. You continued to thrash but the realization that no one was coming settled heavy on your chest.

“This is so fucked up, I’m so sorry.” Victor said again and that was the last thing you heard as your screaming voice drowned out all the sounds around you.

Stanley had seen you before you had seen him, he was reading his Torah as his dad sat upstairs in his office. Your clothes were tattered, the new patterned shirt you worse close to falling off you, the skirt you had on was clearly backwards and the jellies, that he had early told you were adorable, were barely on your feet. He squinted to try and get a better view of you, and that’s when he noticed the bruises running up and down your skin. His eyebrows spiked up when you hit the ground without complaint. You stared down at your hands, caked with dirt and blood as you were sure the rest of you was. He quickly rushed over to you kneeling as he softly placed his hands on your shoulders. Something was terribly wrong.

“Y/N?” He asked shaking you gently, you didn’t respond your mouth opened in a silent scream. You were sure you tore something in your throat, maybe you’d become a mute.“Y/N what is it?” His heart raced spiked as he saw tears gather in your eyes as you looked up at him. “What’s going on?”

“Will I still go to Hell if it wasn’t my choice?” Stanley didn’t understand at first, his eyes still wide scanning your broken (Y/E/C) ones. “Will God forgive me Stanley?” You asked again, your voice so small and destroyed. It was then Stanley understood, his breath caught in his throat, his mouth run dry. You were asking him if you would be forgiven for having sex before marriage.

“(Y/N).” He whispered like a silent plea. He didn’t want this to happen, especially not to you. Your eyes overflowed with the tears and you took in a shaking breath. You couldn’t take it anymore and just sobbed. Letting the emotions rack your body, the filth you suddenly felt like you were. Stan pulled you into him rubbing your back as you sobbed loudly in the nearly empty church.

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“He did what!” Richie yelled pacing as Stan retold them what you had told him. “I’ll kill him, I’ll fucking kill him.”

“Not just him.” Stan whispered glancing back at you, he’d carried you all the way to Bills after contacting the losers seeing that every time you tried to walk you collapsed in on yourself. His back was incredibly sore, but he didn’t mind. You were sitting in the corner of Bill's bed with a large blanket wrapped over your figure. Eddie was sitting next to you as he rummaged through his fanny pack for something. “Hockstetter too.” Stan turned back around to face Billy and Richie. “They,” he paused swallowing looking back at you one more time before taking a deep breath. “They took turns.” Stan whispered so as not to scar you. It had been hard enough getting you to tell him, he didn’t want you to have to hear it from him. Richie inhaled deeply, as something dark churned behind his eyes. Stan had always heard Richie threaten to kill someone and never took it seriously, but now he wasn’t so sure. Eddie visibly stiffened, though he had finally found what he was looking for.

“Open.” He said gently, and you complied, there was no fight left in you. “These are just,” he paused he’d given you plan b’s his mom made him carry around, “for the pain.” He settled on since he didn’t wanna make you more upset. Eddie wrapped an arm around you and softly began to pick branches out of your hair, he normally would have been grossed out, but you seemed to be in so much pain. So, he pushed the thought of germs to the back of his head. He was going to keep searching for more pills he carried, maybe make you take everything he had in his fanny pack.

“He’s dead.” Richie finally settled on. “They’re both dead.” His voice was dark and without humor. He picked up a baseball bat and began tapping on it threateningly. “I know where he lives.”

“Ca-ca-call the c-cops.” Bill said suddenly. “W-we have t-t-to call the f-fucking c-cops.” Though he had been practicing for years, and slowly getting better, at times when Bill felt out of control he stuttered more than usual. You were his family, one of the losers. And when one of you hurt all of you hurt. He looked at you as his mind raced to catch up with his tongue, you seemed so torn apart.

“His dad is the cops.” Stan said with remorse.

“Forget the cops, we have to get her to a hospital.” Eddie was now giving you more pills, ones for pain, and some for illnesses you might contract. He didn’t think he could live with himself if you ended up catching an STD from Patrick or Henry. Lord knows where they had been.

“Hospital? Hospital, fuck out of here. We have to shove his balls so far inside him he’ll be tasting cum for weeks.” Richie was now thumping the bat on the ground roughly. He had never felt so angry in his life, his 14-year-old body brimming with emotion.

“I’m ca-calling t-the c-co-cops.” Bill said making a move to leave for the phone.

“Fine, and I’m gonna go shove this bat up Henry Bowers ass.” Richie said soon, as he began to gather his stuff.

“Stanley,” Eddie spoke, “Help me get her to the hospital.”

That was it, that was all it took, and you were sobbing again. Your hands in your hair pulling at it weakly as you head collapsed onto your knees. These boys cared for you so much, and you knew they only wanted what was best for you, but you couldn’t handle it. All the dotting, and the threats, and you especially didn’t want the cops involved. Cops meant parents and parents were a terrible idea. They would be so infuriated that you tarnished their high-standing posh reputations. Suits and balls were more valuable than their daughter’s dignity. The adults in Derry all had a way of ignoring serious problems.

“(Y/N).” Richie said as he slowly began to make his way over to you after putting the bat down.

“I-I-I’m sorry.” The boys all winced, you were apologizing to them for what happened to you. How fucked up. Richie was the first one to wrap his arms around you, thinking maybe he could meld you back together, you leaned into him sobbing some more wishing you could crawl out of your skin. Slowly all the boys followed. You sobbed even harder, and they all felt their eyes sting. They’d never seen you cry before, except for maybe once in 5th grade when you scraped your knee. They all silently vowed, that they would never let this happen to you again. Nothing bad would ever happen to you if they had a say in it.

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From then on each of the boys protect you. When Henry Bowers would show his face, they’d create a small barrier between you and him, taking serious punches for it. Richie even got suspended a couple of times for starting with Bowers for staring at you.

“Don’t fucking look at her.” Richie spat as you both walked in the hallways. Henry ignored the Trashmouth and winked at you. You skinned seemed to turn green as you recoiled, and Richie only grew angrier. He knew that Henry was just antagonizing him, but he couldn’t stop himself from running his mouth. Especially since you had shown fear. “Did you fucking hear me you mullet wearing piece of shit.”

“What? Was your girlfriend telling you about all the pleasure I gave her?” Your grabbed onto Richie's hand as though it was life support. “The way I made her scream.” Your eyes watered at the memory of the hands over your mouth. “How much she squirmed under me.”

“Richie.” You whispered, a desperate plea to run away from Henry Bowers. Richie looked down at you and when he saw the expression on your face that was the last straw for him and he took a swing at Henry. He was only 14, and was still considerably shorter than the 17-year-old Bowers. But in his heated moment of anger Richie was able to hold his own well. After about 10 minutes of fighting and a growing crowd, a teacher finally came to separate the two boys. You saw Richie lean closer to Henry mumbling something before spitting at him. Henry was enraged and tried to make his way back to Richie, but he couldn’t, not with the tight grip around his middle.

“What did you say to him?” You asked Richie once the teacher had let him go. Richie took hold of your hand before turning to you and shrugging with a mischievous smirk on his face. He was sporting a black eye, and his hair was tousled terribly but he still managed that signature smirk.

“Nothing, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” He said. Though he thought back on it “Don’t you ever come near my girl again, or I’ll beat your ass worse than your dad already does.” What a badass thing to say.

Richie wasn’t the only one to defend you, even Eddie would step in front of you and get beaten up to the point where his asthma pump was needed. They were all severely disheartened by the change that had overcome you after the incident with Henry. You stopped smiling, didn’t talk as much and always made sure to cover your body no matter the weather. Your usual light was dimmed to the point where they were scared it would be gone forever. They each tried in their own ways to bring you out of it. Bill would draw for you, Eddie would read to you, and Stan would make you come bird watching with him more than usual. Richie almost never left your side and spent a lot of his time researching how to care for Rape Victims. Though they soon realized that this was something you had to come out of on your own. It was a personal battle and they couldn’t pressure you. Throughout all this Beverly was oblivious to whatever was going on, she had asked Richie multiple times why you seemed so different, but he only ever told her to ask you.

“It’s not my place to tell you Beverly, I’m sorry.”

Your relationship with her wasn’t negatively impacted, she was just worried. She’d stayed at your house for a month to try and put some pieces together but the only conclusion she’d come up with was that it was Henry Bowers related and that didn’t help her much. You’d found yourself at Richie’s house whenever Beverly couldn’t sleep over. You were afraid of your dreams and didn’t want to deal alone. So, Rich would tell you stories until he heard you snoring. You’d wake up and he’d have fallen asleep in a chair with his glasses on and his mouth hanging open. Though he couldn’t see it the sight always made you smile. You’d seen the books about rape victims Richie kept around and even though you never brought it up you appreciated it. He was trying to understand what you had gone through and help you build. You eventually begun to heal, though some things wouldn’t change. You burned all your short and showing clothing, now feeling that you were over exposed, and went instead to balloon pants and long sleeve shirts. The jellies, however, stayed.

“I see you're alone baby doll, your boyfriends not here to protect you?” Henry had you cornered against your locker. You tugged down on your sleeves trying to cover your fingers. “Should we have a round 2?” His hand came up to graze your cheek and you slapped it away. “Remember what happens when you fight.” He growled. “I get what I want anyway, and today I feel like sharing again.” Suddenly Henry was pushed away from you and knocked on the ground, you looked to your savior to see Bill standing over Henry. Your mind couldn’t help but ask where he was the day you needed him. Bill grabbed your hand as if to run but you ripped it away, making your way over to the stunned Henry.

“Don’t”, you pushed your foot down onto Henry's groin, “you ever,” you added pressure with each syllable, “touch me without my consent again.” You stomped on him twice. “I don’t need a savior, because I sure as hell will cut your dick off myself.”  You smashed his groin under your foot, before grabbing Bill and leading him away. Bill noted that you had a thing for hitting guys where it hurt and told himself that he would never anger you again

“That’s not the last time you’ll hear from me baby doll!” Henry yelled behind you.

As soon as you exited the building you’d begun to cry again, your face shoved into the front of Bill's shirt as he rubbed you lightly on the back. The adrenaline fading, but this time the crying ended with a small smile. Maybe you’d be okay.

Maybe not. You may have won a battle but inside you were losing a war.

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2. Favourite protagonist?

i’m gunna be real, i like playing as hajime a lot plus theres some moments where he’s being ridiculous and you’re powerless to stop it so you’re just there, face in your hands, losing your shit snickering.

3. Favourite antagonistic character?

points at my url gently...i know i’m an izuru kinnie but i think he has a lot of nuance espec cause he can fit an antagonist role while still being generally neutral on the havoc he wreaks

4. Favourite character?

i’m very bad at choosing but taka was my first fave and the first character i ever grew attached to that was ripped from me so i’m gonna say taka

5. Best girl?

hina, sakura, ibuki, peko, miu!!! i think my “type” is the girls who are either super stoic or super energetic pffft

6. Best boy?

i already talked abt taka earlier so kazuichi and leon are my beloved weenies

7. Favourite class trial from all the games?

the last class trial in the first game where you as makoto get to earn the title ultimate hope and the mastermind is finally revealed after the 20+ hours of grief and struggle you’ve just been put through and you get that satisfying ending of the mastermind paying for their crimes and everyone getting to go free is just...so good and so climactic i adore it

8. Least favourite character?

if i was in a room and my choices were to delete hifumi yamada from existence and die or survive while having hifumi yamada remain in this world i would choose to sacrifice myself

9. Least favourite class trial?

probably the second one in the first game, because it had all the things i was upset with. the way the genocide jack/jill and toko situation was handled was awful even with it taken in consideration that the game usually uses very trope-y characters, and the whooole thing with chihiro is uncomfortable for the entire trial, and then it all ends with an execution where if you think about it too much it makes your stomach whirl

10. What would be your Ultimate Title?

hmmm something like ultimate tarot card reader or ultimate divination/psychic maybe!!!

15. Your absolute OTP?

oh god i ship everything...i like komahina a lot though even tho i have another handful of ships for hajime

16. Your absolute BROTP?

fuyuhiko and nagito obviously

17. Do you have an OT3? Which one?

none that i can think of rn even tho i’m definitely open to a lot of them...i support gundham dating both sonia and kazuichi while sonia and kazuichi are best friends tho

18. Favourite rare ship?

i’m rly fond of fuyuhiko/nekomaru [hikomaru???] and kamuegi

19. Who do you think is an underrated character?

i feel like toko doesn’t get nearly enough love oh my gosh...i see her dismissed as an accessory to byakuya or “the girl w the serial killer” so often and it makes me so upset...also mukuro generally gets outright ignored even though there’s a lot to her

20.  Who do you think is an overrated character?

i feel like i see a lot of stuff for mikan everywhere??? but i...don’t like her that much. her personality kinda feels like the same thing all the time, under the despair disease she feels like junko 2 electric boogaloo or tsumugi the squeakquel, and her execution was underwhelming. and she also killed ibuki, the best gal :(

26. Favourite execution?

oh god definitely leon’s. the first execution of the first game and it goes hard as hell. it’s one of the few if only times you see red blood in the game, he goes out kicking and screaming in a way that you have to feel sorry for him. it’s an unbelievable way to start off the game and really encapsulates all of the wild ride danganronpa is gonna put you in for.

27. Least favourite execution?

as i said before, mikan’s was...underwhelming. as the ultimate nurse who spent her life being a doormat only to kill out of love, there’s an amazing amount of executions and ideas that would have been full of nuance and really interesting but instead she just gets blasted into fucking orbit

28. Favourite unused execution?

oh god i love byakuya’s unused execution because it’s one of those executions that focuses less on the character’s talent and more on the character’s fear. when you realize what byakuya’s future could have been, pretty much complete estrangement from the family and having to build up everything on his own with the fear of poverty constantly looming.

plus the fact that he fights because he could have condemned his half-siblings to that fate only for he, himself, to lose in a killing game and die thinking he was a disgrace is so painful. not to mention the execution itself is a slow and painful death.

it’s so brutal, so focused on breaking every fear and effort of the character, that i think it’s one of those executions that would come to mind whenever you wanted a picture definition for “despair”.

29. Which character should survived in your opinion?

leon kuwata should have lived...he was talented but he was still a normal-ish boy who couldve kept everyone at their wits in the killing game by reminding them what was waiting for them out there. lots of others but i’ve been thinking of baseball husband lately

31. Is there a character you think who shouldn’t have survived but did?

i love yasuhiro that weed smoking boy but he was too dumb to live

32. Least favourite protagonist?

uhhh hmmm i like all of them but kaede had the least screentime so she’s a protagonist where her personality isn’t 100% crystal-clear so. i GUESS

33. Character with the best clothing?

i want chiaki’s hoodie and backpack and LOOK more than i want to breathe oxygen. junko also has a fucking aesthetic

37. Favourite minor character? 

taichi fujisaki i guess??? programmer dad

45. Unpopular opinion?

i dunno what other people think of this because i haven’t heard anything about it, but the closing argument minigame was better in sdr1

46. Unpopular headcanon?

i think genocide jack/jill is nonbinary but i’ve never seen anybody else who has the same headcanon

47. A headcanon you have about a character?

one of my long-time headcanons is that makoto is trans...yeet

48. Favourite OST?

danganronpa 2 has bop after bop. miss monomi’s practice lesson? bop. all the execution themes? bops. ikoroshia and ekoroshia? bops. i am constantly jamming the fuck out in this game

51. Character you thought you were gonna dislike but loved in the end?

i thought i was always gonna hate hiyoko and yeah she does have flaws but i actually like her a lot more than i used to

52. Character you thought you would like but disliked in the end?

thought korekiyo was gonna be a cool dude who was a lil weird and emo but still fun. boy was i wrong. im stealing him from spiky chunky until they learn to stop it

59. Favourite moment?

again, the final trial in the first game is fucking amazing, but also the final trial in the second game with hajime and chiaki plus all the izuru stuff and all the messages there r just. good as hell aaah

60. Saddest moment?

all of chapter 2 in sdr2 was painful. mahiru, who was a force of good, dies, the trial is difficult, the twilight syndrome murder case is terrifying, hiyoko is mourning and you have to spit it right back in her face for awhile that she’s the prime suspect...

and then the only reward you get for finding the real killer is feeling guilty as the tears run and then your final reward is getting to watch as one of your friends dies while the other gets mortally injured and barely survives and then only a bit of gametime later attempts suicide in front of you. it is blow after blow w/o breaks

63. Describe Kyoko Kirigiri in 3 words! 

lovely detective lady

67. Which character would you never want to meet in real life?

hifumi because i would be wearing an anime tshirt cause im a fucking weeb and then he’d be an incel while i suffered just trying to buy a lifetime supply of panda candy from hot topic

68. Which character would you like to meet in real life?

kazuichi cause he seems p chill and like the type of person you could just hang out with or have a chat with casually and not have to worry about first impressions and stuff like that

69. Choose one character which you would take with you on a trip.

70. Character you would have a sleepover with?

chiaki because we’re both super sleepy but we could also play a bunch of games together and then pass out together with a bunch of snacks

71. Character you can relate to?

sorry to be kinnie on main but izuru, i relate to that feeling of always excelling at everything you do and as a result being constantly bored, so whether what happens is good or bad doesn’t matter so long as it’s interesting

72. Character you can relate to but you dislike them?

kokichi, again being kinnie on main but while i relate i dislike it because it’s a reminder of my tendency to lie to others and to myself for any number of purposes

73. Character who deserved better?

[sniffles softly] taka. also keebo. toko too tbh

81. Could you be the Ultimate Lucky Student? 

probably??? my luck varies from being unbelievably good and unbelievably bad so hey

97. Overrated ship which is your NOTP? 

toko/byakuya for sure. i don’t like the it(tm)

99. Your absolute NOTP?

junko being shipped with anyone but especially with the sdr2 cast because it is gross. let the sdr2 cast do the right thing and get to pull a knife on junko instead

100. Opinion on all the Protagonists!

makoto: a boy who has a mouth and must scream. he’s not having a good time but hes trying his best

hajime: a good, refined boy. he knows how to say and spell big words like antidisestablishmentarianism, or however that goddamn word is spelled. the most paranoid boy

komaru: a good gal, a lil anxious but very strong and ready to kick ass. a funky little lesbian

toko: a blessed gal who needs more appreciation. her time as a protagonist is extremely gay, meaning she is also a funky little lesbian.

kaede: she doesn’t have much screen time but i appreciate her. she’s nice to people and confident whereas everyone else in this series is nervous

shuichi: nervous and emo, shuichi truly represents teenage america in the years 2007-2012, possibly 2013. i adore him

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47 Funny Memes That Will Speak To Your Inner Basic Bitch

1.

You’re working at a hedge fund? bro that’s awesome. you were always pretty unoriginal and I had a seeming you would do coin for a living. Can you maybe keep your accomplishments to yourself before it daunts everybody else at this party? Some of us are on a lot of drugs right now and frankly it’s rude to talk about you convene developmental milestones and having “love” in your life. Thanks. (@ cabbagecatmemes )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 3, 2015 at 9:51 pm PDT

2.

hey … “xavier” … Have I told you that you are.. Hands down … my brand-new favorite person? oh, YOU say I exactly told you that thirty seconds ago but I recollect( belch) I will be, government officials magistrate of time in this gondola, Chavier. Because … I examined time in, college .. Chaviery ,,, whats the craziest act you’ve seen as a sled driver in this city. hahahaha oh shit I just said “sled driver ??! ” ahahaha Javier that’s INSANE … It’s, primarily, the reason for that, is earlier the other day there was a movie about sled wolfs and I guess it’s down there .. In, my subconscious. Melvin? I don’t kno- sorry, Xaviery? I don’t know if I have my keys to my, neighbourhood. So this will be, preferably entertaining your best friend, when I have to kick the door down to get In. But in the big picture I’m just so happy that .. Chavier saved me from that party tonight. Chavier, you are coming to my family’s thanksgiving. Yeah you are. You wait and look, Carlos when That request comes to Your Lincoln navigator, which I would like to tell your boss that you also Impede very clean and searching( belching) majestic. You’re gonna be there at thanksgiving with me as, my parents- behavior of thanking you for saving Me . . It’s how science toils. What’re you gonna wear? (@ cabbagecatmemes )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 3, 2015 at 7:29 am PDT

3.

Really, bro? You got a picture of yourself sitting next to a minor luminary who seems uncomfortable and under duress? Got bottle service at the association and felt like sharing the receipt with the world? New sneakers? Congratulations. You precisely applied the most horrible, obnoxious humblebrag and now I’m legally allowed to drown you .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 3, 2015 at 5:09 pm PDT

4.

damn, babe. we was texting backward and forward all day. then my epoch then was real brightened when that pic of u came through. there u were. my girlfriend. skimpy organization. iPhone pointed at that mirror in yo bedroom. u lookin mad cute. mad good. i ain’t consider no teeth but that’s cool cus ur lips was pursed in a seductive lil knowing smile. it was like yo look was saying “Yeah we did all kinds of sinful-ass things together last weekend but I ain’t relenting and merely my husband kno jus how freaky I am& far as the rest the world referred, I’m a actual angel. a angel that wear lingerie, for the purposes of our painting .’ I be smilin so hArd. then I check the instagram … YO! how person got into my phone and threw my phone on the Instagram ?? and who this nigga’ giantspro1 38′ script that my daughter “gorgeous.” hold up … Oh fuck no. you done uploaded my draw to the Instagram? why, daughter? I don’t adoration u enough? who u tryna share that smile with? damn … guess everyone gonna ascertain I went good taste that’s cool. and I ain’t callin I a chisel or a thirsty, but embankment. predict the freaky happens that we do, r exclusively between me and u& thousands of strange people that look our social medias .. not mad … precisely feelin like, 20% less special rite now

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 15, 2015 at 5:05 pm PDT

5.

learning by star-wipes

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 13, 2015 at 3:29 pm PDT

6.

the hills come alive, husband. fuck’s sake .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 13, 2015 at 10:03 am PDT

7.

blessed to announce that I am anointed to announce these realistic seems .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 2, 2015 at 10:10 pm PDT

8.

oh hey girl. or we could talk about potassium, k. Cherish some chemistry talk if u just knowing that amine

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 2, 2015 at 6:37 pm PDT

9.

the fuckboy shirt, by @dizzle_saint_james

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 2, 2015 at 7:58 am PDT

10.

hobbies include doing coin for a living. awaiting till I’m blackout wino to express any seems. and shorts with little swine on them to showcase my wild slope. do u even asset bank bro?( tweet by @stuartvcraig )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 15, 2015 at 11:59 am PDT

11.

first baristas gotta find me … what’s 50 kors pouch to a motherfucka like me can you delight prompt me ?

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 1, 2015 at 8: 08 pm PDT

12.

Yes, I’ll have a Venti mete child abuse with two kills of Okay This is Kind of Adorbs but Definitely Mentioning This in Therapy. Why white people need closer monitoring, Exhibit# 82,868 B “Train up a basic in the way she should go, and when she is old she shall not deviating from it.” -Kors 4:13 (@ periodictabledancer )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 1, 2015 at 4:12 pm PDT

13.

I would give this target zero starrings if I could, but I’m legally required to give them one idol. I don’t commonly use the computer. But after “dining” at this hellish Turkish prison disguised as an alleged “restaurant, ” I enrolled in a continuing training direction at my town’s library to learn about the Internet so I could alarm others to prevent this situate that destroyed their own families. We made a reservation for two. When we arrived, there was a junk on the storey. When I objected this out to the “manager, ” he told me that there are tens of billions of junk corpuscles in the air at any right moment and that they may actually be composed of the representatives of my own scalp and rudely suggested that I would enjoy my dining experience more if I didn’t drawing my electron microscope to the counter. Nice try! When the liquid arrived, my teeth were rudely awakened by the most obnoxiously cold ice cubes I have ever been assaulted with. I now take medication to deal with the stress of ingesting here once. If I save simply one life by writing this, my sacrifice may precisely be worth it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to read Fifty Shades of Grey to my felines.( via @robfee11 )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 1, 2015 at 3:19 pm PDT

14.

Did He like, come down from a mountain? Was there a burning bush that spoke to you? Did He give you permission to talk about it on Instagram? Did he send you the Kors pocketed or just give you the strength to evident one? (@ trevso_personal )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 1, 2015 at 6:51 am PDT

15.

be safe. make sure Netflix& shivering doesn’t become Netflix& children( via @carolynduchene )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 14, 2015 at 8: 23 am PDT

16.

hope this obligates your day astounding

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 1, 2015 at 6:25 am PDT

17.

you know how that shit get .. missin’ that ex that was shit for you WOAH! yeah they are able to verse em and perhaps sexuality em but 3 hours later it’s like NO! I need a shower a Xanax and a brand-new country to GO

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 30, 2015 at 3:57 pm PDT

18.

shoutout to all my sleepless friends in various regions of the world who are capable of play this tonight. first to pick up the phone and text a shitty ex loses. hang in there. trev loves you

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 28, 2015 at 8: 11 pm PDT

19.

AND THIS WHY I TELL THESE FEMALES JUS CAUSE A MAN SPIT GAME N GOT HISSELF A POET’S TYPIN SKILLS ON A ACTUAL INSTAGRAM CAPTION DOES NOT, I REPEAT DOES NOT MEAN HE NECESSARILY WORTH SHIT. HOW MANY TIMES U GO TO BRAZIL CUZ OF A SMOOTH ASS COMMENT N HE NOWHERE 2 BE Known? THATS NOT A VIABLE WAY TO PLAN A ACTUAL FUTURE. PEOPLE USE THE WORD “THIRSTY” TOO MUCH THESE DAYS BUT ANY REAL FEMALE WILL TELL U THAT EFFORT IS ATTRACTIVE- THE SIMPLE THINGS; PULL OUT CHAIRS, TEXT HER FAMILY, DONT MAKE HER PAY AT THE OLIVE GARDEN, DONT BE A ACTUAL GRIZZLY BEAR WHO USES PEOPLE 4 SALMON AND HUCKLEBERRIES. MAKE YO ALLEGED MAN PROVE HIS SELF BEFORE U Yield IT ALL AWAY N FIND YOSELF LONELY LIKE A WHITE GIRL TRYNA FIND THE WINE DEPARTMENT (@ carolynduchene )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 21, 2015 at 10:35 pm PDT

20.

“Evolution of a Friday Night.” -by @ katethewasp Tag some1 u enjoy but u r too tired 2 realistically hang w/ 2nite !

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 18, 2015 at 7:41 am PDT

21.

realistic friend points

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 13, 2015 at 7:11 am PDT

22.

shoutout to those girls you’ve been following on Instagram for 3 years. U construed slew of thirst-trap mirror selfies with lots of creepy remarks under them from busters hopin’ they had a chance. Every now and then- something slightly unexplained like maybe a picture of a gift like a glistening duo of Loubs with no caption or explanation of where them shoes received from. Or maybe once every the three months you received her standing on a balcony of a neat Caribbean hotel and she smiling and it’s like’ who took this painting ?’ but you shrug it off and say it was probly her mamas. she close with her mommas and they are likely travel together. most of her feed be typical daughter substance. out boozing w/ pals. out at EDM celebrations with the flower headdress and the tit out and she lookin like a free spirit and prob on molly and u lurkin her sheet for years and the the working day BAM! “so this just happened can’t just waiting invest the rest of my life undertaking my perfect man.” Hold up hold out hold out run the goddamn infringes. You went 3,800 photos and not a single one of them boast a actual gentleman. not formerly. not one actual being. now you just discontinue this wedding missile on the world? girlfriend, what in the fuck else is you capable of obscure? u straight up attracted some talented mr ripley shit on the whole world. experience your wedding, assassin .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 10, 2015 at 11:05 am PDT

23.

honestly whatever rn

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 7, 2015 at 8: 02 pm PDT

24.

On the Internet, all the refrigerate children are like “sorry I missed your bellow, I don’t use my phone for that ” or “calling someone is the rudest concept you can do.” Nah son. Nah. You know what’s rude? Roping me in to a half-day long’ exchange’ where I have to stare at my radioactive telephone and sort shit while I dismiss the people I’m next to and read your abbreviations and emojis to are going to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow: that it would be better to meet up next week for dinner instead of tonight. Most of you are safe, but if you’re my lover or one of the 3 parties I care about- I might actually call your ass. Wrap yo mind around that. You and me. Voice to singer , motherfucker. Just like they did in caveman daylights. Paleo communication. Namaste .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 6, 2015 at 9:56 am PDT

25.

literally done with negativity. getting all the negativity out of my life. going on a killing rampage to get rid of the negative beings. kors .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 16, 2015 at 10:27 pm PDT

26.

don’t let fitness points prevent you from living the life you were meant to enjoy .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 16, 2015 at 11:49 am PDT

27.

for anyone who saw you last night

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 16, 2015 at 7:25 am PDT

28.

truly transportive know (@ dizzle_saint_james )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 12, 2015 at 6:50 pm PDT

29.

priorities, bro. I’ve been steady laughing at this image all morning like an imbecile

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 12, 2015 at 10:30 am PDT

30.

greet the sunup get back in touch with a whole cluster of random parties. Nervously alphabetize everything in your kitchen. Scavenge the flooring like it’s never been scavenged before. Forget what nutrient is for 10 hours. Appear a strange gumption of attainment although you invested the day focusing even harder on your distractions

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 12, 2015 at 8: 01 am PDT

31.

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47 Funny Memes That Will Speak To Your Inner Basic Bitch

1.

You’re working at a hedge fund? bro that’s awesome. you were always pretty unoriginal and I had a seeming you would do coin for a living. Can you maybe keep your accomplishments to yourself before it daunts everybody else at this party? Some of us are on a lot of drugs right now and frankly it’s rude to talk about you convene developmental milestones and having “love” in your life. Thanks. (@ cabbagecatmemes )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 3, 2015 at 9:51 pm PDT

2.

hey … “xavier” … Have I told you that you are.. Hands down … my brand-new favorite person? oh, YOU say I exactly told you that thirty seconds ago but I recollect( belch) I will be, government officials magistrate of time in this gondola, Chavier. Because … I examined time in, college .. Chaviery ,,, whats the craziest act you’ve seen as a sled driver in this city. hahahaha oh shit I just said “sled driver ??! ” ahahaha Javier that’s INSANE … It’s, primarily, the reason for that, is earlier the other day there was a movie about sled wolfs and I guess it’s down there .. In, my subconscious. Melvin? I don’t kno- sorry, Xaviery? I don’t know if I have my keys to my, neighbourhood. So this will be, preferably entertaining your best friend, when I have to kick the door down to get In. But in the big picture I’m just so happy that .. Chavier saved me from that party tonight. Chavier, you are coming to my family’s thanksgiving. Yeah you are. You wait and look, Carlos when That request comes to Your Lincoln navigator, which I would like to tell your boss that you also Impede very clean and searching( belching) majestic. You’re gonna be there at thanksgiving with me as, my parents- behavior of thanking you for saving Me . . It’s how science toils. What’re you gonna wear? (@ cabbagecatmemes )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 3, 2015 at 7:29 am PDT

3.

Really, bro? You got a picture of yourself sitting next to a minor luminary who seems uncomfortable and under duress? Got bottle service at the association and felt like sharing the receipt with the world? New sneakers? Congratulations. You precisely applied the most horrible, obnoxious humblebrag and now I’m legally allowed to drown you .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 3, 2015 at 5:09 pm PDT

4.

damn, babe. we was texting backward and forward all day. then my epoch then was real brightened when that pic of u came through. there u were. my girlfriend. skimpy organization. iPhone pointed at that mirror in yo bedroom. u lookin mad cute. mad good. i ain’t consider no teeth but that’s cool cus ur lips was pursed in a seductive lil knowing smile. it was like yo look was saying “Yeah we did all kinds of sinful-ass things together last weekend but I ain’t relenting and merely my husband kno jus how freaky I am& far as the rest the world referred, I’m a actual angel. a angel that wear lingerie, for the purposes of our painting .’ I be smilin so hArd. then I check the instagram … YO! how person got into my phone and threw my phone on the Instagram ?? and who this nigga’ giantspro1 38′ script that my daughter “gorgeous.” hold up … Oh fuck no. you done uploaded my draw to the Instagram? why, daughter? I don’t adoration u enough? who u tryna share that smile with? damn … guess everyone gonna ascertain I went good taste that’s cool. and I ain’t callin I a chisel or a thirsty, but embankment. predict the freaky happens that we do, r exclusively between me and u& thousands of strange people that look our social medias .. not mad … precisely feelin like, 20% less special rite now

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 15, 2015 at 5:05 pm PDT

5.

learning by star-wipes

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 13, 2015 at 3:29 pm PDT

6.

the hills come alive, husband. fuck’s sake .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 13, 2015 at 10:03 am PDT

7.

blessed to announce that I am anointed to announce these realistic seems .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 2, 2015 at 10:10 pm PDT

8.

oh hey girl. or we could talk about potassium, k. Cherish some chemistry talk if u just knowing that amine

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 2, 2015 at 6:37 pm PDT

9.

the fuckboy shirt, by @dizzle_saint_james

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 2, 2015 at 7:58 am PDT

10.

hobbies include doing coin for a living. awaiting till I’m blackout wino to express any seems. and shorts with little swine on them to showcase my wild slope. do u even asset bank bro?( tweet by @stuartvcraig )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 15, 2015 at 11:59 am PDT

11.

first baristas gotta find me … what’s 50 kors pouch to a motherfucka like me can you delight prompt me ?

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 1, 2015 at 8: 08 pm PDT

12.

Yes, I’ll have a Venti mete child abuse with two kills of Okay This is Kind of Adorbs but Definitely Mentioning This in Therapy. Why white people need closer monitoring, Exhibit# 82,868 B “Train up a basic in the way she should go, and when she is old she shall not deviating from it.” -Kors 4:13 (@ periodictabledancer )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 1, 2015 at 4:12 pm PDT

13.

I would give this target zero starrings if I could, but I’m legally required to give them one idol. I don’t commonly use the computer. But after “dining” at this hellish Turkish prison disguised as an alleged “restaurant, ” I enrolled in a continuing training direction at my town’s library to learn about the Internet so I could alarm others to prevent this situate that destroyed their own families. We made a reservation for two. When we arrived, there was a junk on the storey. When I objected this out to the “manager, ” he told me that there are tens of billions of junk corpuscles in the air at any right moment and that they may actually be composed of the representatives of my own scalp and rudely suggested that I would enjoy my dining experience more if I didn’t drawing my electron microscope to the counter. Nice try! When the liquid arrived, my teeth were rudely awakened by the most obnoxiously cold ice cubes I have ever been assaulted with. I now take medication to deal with the stress of ingesting here once. If I save simply one life by writing this, my sacrifice may precisely be worth it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to read Fifty Shades of Grey to my felines.( via @robfee11 )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 1, 2015 at 3:19 pm PDT

14.

Did He like, come down from a mountain? Was there a burning bush that spoke to you? Did He give you permission to talk about it on Instagram? Did he send you the Kors pocketed or just give you the strength to evident one? (@ trevso_personal )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 1, 2015 at 6:51 am PDT

15.

be safe. make sure Netflix& shivering doesn’t become Netflix& children( via @carolynduchene )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 14, 2015 at 8: 23 am PDT

16.

hope this obligates your day astounding

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 1, 2015 at 6:25 am PDT

17.

you know how that shit get .. missin’ that ex that was shit for you WOAH! yeah they are able to verse em and perhaps sexuality em but 3 hours later it’s like NO! I need a shower a Xanax and a brand-new country to GO

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 30, 2015 at 3:57 pm PDT

18.

shoutout to all my sleepless friends in various regions of the world who are capable of play this tonight. first to pick up the phone and text a shitty ex loses. hang in there. trev loves you

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 28, 2015 at 8: 11 pm PDT

19.

AND THIS WHY I TELL THESE FEMALES JUS CAUSE A MAN SPIT GAME N GOT HISSELF A POET’S TYPIN SKILLS ON A ACTUAL INSTAGRAM CAPTION DOES NOT, I REPEAT DOES NOT MEAN HE NECESSARILY WORTH SHIT. HOW MANY TIMES U GO TO BRAZIL CUZ OF A SMOOTH ASS COMMENT N HE NOWHERE 2 BE Known? THATS NOT A VIABLE WAY TO PLAN A ACTUAL FUTURE. PEOPLE USE THE WORD “THIRSTY” TOO MUCH THESE DAYS BUT ANY REAL FEMALE WILL TELL U THAT EFFORT IS ATTRACTIVE- THE SIMPLE THINGS; PULL OUT CHAIRS, TEXT HER FAMILY, DONT MAKE HER PAY AT THE OLIVE GARDEN, DONT BE A ACTUAL GRIZZLY BEAR WHO USES PEOPLE 4 SALMON AND HUCKLEBERRIES. MAKE YO ALLEGED MAN PROVE HIS SELF BEFORE U Yield IT ALL AWAY N FIND YOSELF LONELY LIKE A WHITE GIRL TRYNA FIND THE WINE DEPARTMENT (@ carolynduchene )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 21, 2015 at 10:35 pm PDT

20.

“Evolution of a Friday Night.” -by @ katethewasp Tag some1 u enjoy but u r too tired 2 realistically hang w/ 2nite !

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 18, 2015 at 7:41 am PDT

21.

realistic friend points

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 13, 2015 at 7:11 am PDT

22.

shoutout to those girls you’ve been following on Instagram for 3 years. U construed slew of thirst-trap mirror selfies with lots of creepy remarks under them from busters hopin’ they had a chance. Every now and then- something slightly unexplained like maybe a picture of a gift like a glistening duo of Loubs with no caption or explanation of where them shoes received from. Or maybe once every the three months you received her standing on a balcony of a neat Caribbean hotel and she smiling and it’s like’ who took this painting ?’ but you shrug it off and say it was probly her mamas. she close with her mommas and they are likely travel together. most of her feed be typical daughter substance. out boozing w/ pals. out at EDM celebrations with the flower headdress and the tit out and she lookin like a free spirit and prob on molly and u lurkin her sheet for years and the the working day BAM! “so this just happened can’t just waiting invest the rest of my life undertaking my perfect man.” Hold up hold out hold out run the goddamn infringes. You went 3,800 photos and not a single one of them boast a actual gentleman. not formerly. not one actual being. now you just discontinue this wedding missile on the world? girlfriend, what in the fuck else is you capable of obscure? u straight up attracted some talented mr ripley shit on the whole world. experience your wedding, assassin .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 10, 2015 at 11:05 am PDT

23.

honestly whatever rn

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 7, 2015 at 8: 02 pm PDT

24.

On the Internet, all the refrigerate children are like “sorry I missed your bellow, I don’t use my phone for that ” or “calling someone is the rudest concept you can do.” Nah son. Nah. You know what’s rude? Roping me in to a half-day long’ exchange’ where I have to stare at my radioactive telephone and sort shit while I dismiss the people I’m next to and read your abbreviations and emojis to are going to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow: that it would be better to meet up next week for dinner instead of tonight. Most of you are safe, but if you’re my lover or one of the 3 parties I care about- I might actually call your ass. Wrap yo mind around that. You and me. Voice to singer , motherfucker. Just like they did in caveman daylights. Paleo communication. Namaste .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 6, 2015 at 9:56 am PDT

25.

literally done with negativity. getting all the negativity out of my life. going on a killing rampage to get rid of the negative beings. kors .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 16, 2015 at 10:27 pm PDT

26.

don’t let fitness points prevent you from living the life you were meant to enjoy .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 16, 2015 at 11:49 am PDT

27.

for anyone who saw you last night

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 16, 2015 at 7:25 am PDT

28.

truly transportive know (@ dizzle_saint_james )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 12, 2015 at 6:50 pm PDT

29.

priorities, bro. I’ve been steady laughing at this image all morning like an imbecile

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 12, 2015 at 10:30 am PDT

30.

greet the sunup get back in touch with a whole cluster of random parties. Nervously alphabetize everything in your kitchen. Scavenge the flooring like it’s never been scavenged before. Forget what nutrient is for 10 hours. Appear a strange gumption of attainment although you invested the day focusing even harder on your distractions

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 12, 2015 at 8: 01 am PDT

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47 Funny Memes That Will Speak To Your Inner Basic Bitch

1.

You’re working at a hedge fund? bro that’s awesome. you were always pretty unoriginal and I had a seeming you would do coin for a living. Can you maybe keep your accomplishments to yourself before it daunts everybody else at this party? Some of us are on a lot of drugs right now and frankly it’s rude to talk about you convene developmental milestones and having “love” in your life. Thanks. (@ cabbagecatmemes )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 3, 2015 at 9:51 pm PDT

2.

hey … “xavier” … Have I told you that you are.. Hands down … my brand-new favorite person? oh, YOU say I exactly told you that thirty seconds ago but I recollect( belch) I will be, government officials magistrate of time in this gondola, Chavier. Because … I examined time in, college .. Chaviery ,,, whats the craziest act you’ve seen as a sled driver in this city. hahahaha oh shit I just said “sled driver ??! ” ahahaha Javier that’s INSANE … It’s, primarily, the reason for that, is earlier the other day there was a movie about sled wolfs and I guess it’s down there .. In, my subconscious. Melvin? I don’t kno- sorry, Xaviery? I don’t know if I have my keys to my, neighbourhood. So this will be, preferably entertaining your best friend, when I have to kick the door down to get In. But in the big picture I’m just so happy that .. Chavier saved me from that party tonight. Chavier, you are coming to my family’s thanksgiving. Yeah you are. You wait and look, Carlos when That request comes to Your Lincoln navigator, which I would like to tell your boss that you also Impede very clean and searching( belching) majestic. You’re gonna be there at thanksgiving with me as, my parents- behavior of thanking you for saving Me . . It’s how science toils. What’re you gonna wear? (@ cabbagecatmemes )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 3, 2015 at 7:29 am PDT

3.

Really, bro? You got a picture of yourself sitting next to a minor luminary who seems uncomfortable and under duress? Got bottle service at the association and felt like sharing the receipt with the world? New sneakers? Congratulations. You precisely applied the most horrible, obnoxious humblebrag and now I’m legally allowed to drown you .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 3, 2015 at 5:09 pm PDT

4.

damn, babe. we was texting backward and forward all day. then my epoch then was real brightened when that pic of u came through. there u were. my girlfriend. skimpy organization. iPhone pointed at that mirror in yo bedroom. u lookin mad cute. mad good. i ain’t consider no teeth but that’s cool cus ur lips was pursed in a seductive lil knowing smile. it was like yo look was saying “Yeah we did all kinds of sinful-ass things together last weekend but I ain’t relenting and merely my husband kno jus how freaky I am& far as the rest the world referred, I’m a actual angel. a angel that wear lingerie, for the purposes of our painting .’ I be smilin so hArd. then I check the instagram … YO! how person got into my phone and threw my phone on the Instagram ?? and who this nigga’ giantspro1 38′ script that my daughter “gorgeous.” hold up … Oh fuck no. you done uploaded my draw to the Instagram? why, daughter? I don’t adoration u enough? who u tryna share that smile with? damn … guess everyone gonna ascertain I went good taste that’s cool. and I ain’t callin I a chisel or a thirsty, but embankment. predict the freaky happens that we do, r exclusively between me and u& thousands of strange people that look our social medias .. not mad … precisely feelin like, 20% less special rite now

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 15, 2015 at 5:05 pm PDT

5.

learning by star-wipes

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 13, 2015 at 3:29 pm PDT

6.

the hills come alive, husband. fuck’s sake .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 13, 2015 at 10:03 am PDT

7.

blessed to announce that I am anointed to announce these realistic seems .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 2, 2015 at 10:10 pm PDT

8.

oh hey girl. or we could talk about potassium, k. Cherish some chemistry talk if u just knowing that amine

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 2, 2015 at 6:37 pm PDT

9.

the fuckboy shirt, by @dizzle_saint_james

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 2, 2015 at 7:58 am PDT

10.

hobbies include doing coin for a living. awaiting till I’m blackout wino to express any seems. and shorts with little swine on them to showcase my wild slope. do u even asset bank bro?( tweet by @stuartvcraig )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 15, 2015 at 11:59 am PDT

11.

first baristas gotta find me … what’s 50 kors pouch to a motherfucka like me can you delight prompt me ?

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 1, 2015 at 8: 08 pm PDT

12.

Yes, I’ll have a Venti mete child abuse with two kills of Okay This is Kind of Adorbs but Definitely Mentioning This in Therapy. Why white people need closer monitoring, Exhibit# 82,868 B “Train up a basic in the way she should go, and when she is old she shall not deviating from it.” -Kors 4:13 (@ periodictabledancer )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 1, 2015 at 4:12 pm PDT

13.

I would give this target zero starrings if I could, but I’m legally required to give them one idol. I don’t commonly use the computer. But after “dining” at this hellish Turkish prison disguised as an alleged “restaurant, ” I enrolled in a continuing training direction at my town’s library to learn about the Internet so I could alarm others to prevent this situate that destroyed their own families. We made a reservation for two. When we arrived, there was a junk on the storey. When I objected this out to the “manager, ” he told me that there are tens of billions of junk corpuscles in the air at any right moment and that they may actually be composed of the representatives of my own scalp and rudely suggested that I would enjoy my dining experience more if I didn’t drawing my electron microscope to the counter. Nice try! When the liquid arrived, my teeth were rudely awakened by the most obnoxiously cold ice cubes I have ever been assaulted with. I now take medication to deal with the stress of ingesting here once. If I save simply one life by writing this, my sacrifice may precisely be worth it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to read Fifty Shades of Grey to my felines.( via @robfee11 )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 1, 2015 at 3:19 pm PDT

14.

Did He like, come down from a mountain? Was there a burning bush that spoke to you? Did He give you permission to talk about it on Instagram? Did he send you the Kors pocketed or just give you the strength to evident one? (@ trevso_personal )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 1, 2015 at 6:51 am PDT

15.

be safe. make sure Netflix& shivering doesn’t become Netflix& children( via @carolynduchene )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 14, 2015 at 8: 23 am PDT

16.

hope this obligates your day astounding

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Oct 1, 2015 at 6:25 am PDT

17.

you know how that shit get .. missin’ that ex that was shit for you WOAH! yeah they are able to verse em and perhaps sexuality em but 3 hours later it’s like NO! I need a shower a Xanax and a brand-new country to GO

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 30, 2015 at 3:57 pm PDT

18.

shoutout to all my sleepless friends in various regions of the world who are capable of play this tonight. first to pick up the phone and text a shitty ex loses. hang in there. trev loves you

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 28, 2015 at 8: 11 pm PDT

19.

AND THIS WHY I TELL THESE FEMALES JUS CAUSE A MAN SPIT GAME N GOT HISSELF A POET’S TYPIN SKILLS ON A ACTUAL INSTAGRAM CAPTION DOES NOT, I REPEAT DOES NOT MEAN HE NECESSARILY WORTH SHIT. HOW MANY TIMES U GO TO BRAZIL CUZ OF A SMOOTH ASS COMMENT N HE NOWHERE 2 BE Known? THATS NOT A VIABLE WAY TO PLAN A ACTUAL FUTURE. PEOPLE USE THE WORD “THIRSTY” TOO MUCH THESE DAYS BUT ANY REAL FEMALE WILL TELL U THAT EFFORT IS ATTRACTIVE- THE SIMPLE THINGS; PULL OUT CHAIRS, TEXT HER FAMILY, DONT MAKE HER PAY AT THE OLIVE GARDEN, DONT BE A ACTUAL GRIZZLY BEAR WHO USES PEOPLE 4 SALMON AND HUCKLEBERRIES. MAKE YO ALLEGED MAN PROVE HIS SELF BEFORE U Yield IT ALL AWAY N FIND YOSELF LONELY LIKE A WHITE GIRL TRYNA FIND THE WINE DEPARTMENT (@ carolynduchene )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 21, 2015 at 10:35 pm PDT

20.

“Evolution of a Friday Night.” -by @ katethewasp Tag some1 u enjoy but u r too tired 2 realistically hang w/ 2nite !

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 18, 2015 at 7:41 am PDT

21.

realistic friend points

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 13, 2015 at 7:11 am PDT

22.

shoutout to those girls you’ve been following on Instagram for 3 years. U construed slew of thirst-trap mirror selfies with lots of creepy remarks under them from busters hopin’ they had a chance. Every now and then- something slightly unexplained like maybe a picture of a gift like a glistening duo of Loubs with no caption or explanation of where them shoes received from. Or maybe once every the three months you received her standing on a balcony of a neat Caribbean hotel and she smiling and it’s like’ who took this painting ?’ but you shrug it off and say it was probly her mamas. she close with her mommas and they are likely travel together. most of her feed be typical daughter substance. out boozing w/ pals. out at EDM celebrations with the flower headdress and the tit out and she lookin like a free spirit and prob on molly and u lurkin her sheet for years and the the working day BAM! “so this just happened can’t just waiting invest the rest of my life undertaking my perfect man.” Hold up hold out hold out run the goddamn infringes. You went 3,800 photos and not a single one of them boast a actual gentleman. not formerly. not one actual being. now you just discontinue this wedding missile on the world? girlfriend, what in the fuck else is you capable of obscure? u straight up attracted some talented mr ripley shit on the whole world. experience your wedding, assassin .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 10, 2015 at 11:05 am PDT

23.

honestly whatever rn

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 7, 2015 at 8: 02 pm PDT

24.

On the Internet, all the refrigerate children are like “sorry I missed your bellow, I don’t use my phone for that ” or “calling someone is the rudest concept you can do.” Nah son. Nah. You know what’s rude? Roping me in to a half-day long’ exchange’ where I have to stare at my radioactive telephone and sort shit while I dismiss the people I’m next to and read your abbreviations and emojis to are going to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow: that it would be better to meet up next week for dinner instead of tonight. Most of you are safe, but if you’re my lover or one of the 3 parties I care about- I might actually call your ass. Wrap yo mind around that. You and me. Voice to singer , motherfucker. Just like they did in caveman daylights. Paleo communication. Namaste .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Sep 6, 2015 at 9:56 am PDT

25.

literally done with negativity. getting all the negativity out of my life. going on a killing rampage to get rid of the negative beings. kors .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 16, 2015 at 10:27 pm PDT

26.

don’t let fitness points prevent you from living the life you were meant to enjoy .

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 16, 2015 at 11:49 am PDT

27.

for anyone who saw you last night

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 16, 2015 at 7:25 am PDT

28.

truly transportive know (@ dizzle_saint_james )

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 12, 2015 at 6:50 pm PDT

29.

priorities, bro. I’ve been steady laughing at this image all morning like an imbecile

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 12, 2015 at 10:30 am PDT

30.

greet the sunup get back in touch with a whole cluster of random parties. Nervously alphabetize everything in your kitchen. Scavenge the flooring like it’s never been scavenged before. Forget what nutrient is for 10 hours. Appear a strange gumption of attainment although you invested the day focusing even harder on your distractions

A photo posted by trevso_electric (@ trevso_electric) on Aug 12, 2015 at 8: 01 am PDT

31.

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