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eggfriedricedwasian · 4 months ago

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Duke comes home one day from school looking down in the dumps and a bunch of paper work.

"Hey Duke, what's all that paper work for?" Dick asks from the couch as Duke sets the foot tall pile of papers on the coffee table.

"Oh you know, just, bullies making me do their work." The whole room freezes.

Bullies?

"Duke, you're being bullied?" Duke seems to realize his mistake of words. Instead of the excuse he made up to tell them about how he missed a lot of work because of Signal work, he said the truth which was the fact that he had bullies.

"Erm-"

"Duke, why didn't you tell us?" Dick nearly whines out, hurt his foster-brother didn't tell him about having bullies.

"No- guys, it's okay. Seriously. You don't have to do anything about it. Seriously." He eyes Bruce from where the man was about to type in *probably* the school's number to complain.

"Why not? We can deal with those punks for you. Are they being racist or some'n?" Jason crosses his arms, standing in front of Duke with a raised brow.

"A little. But seriously, it's nothing I can't handle."

Bruce rubs his temple.

"Are you sure? Are you sure you can handle this?"

"Yes."

"Thomas, just know, we can step in whenever." Duke turns a smile towards Damian, and places his hand on Cass's when she hugs him from behind.

"Hey- it's the weekend. Let me handle those papers since I've got nothing to do and I'm ban from case work." Tim says, holding his hand out.

"Uh- okay?" Duke hands him the stack, thinking nothing of it, because it's Tim.

Tim takes a look through the papers, scrunching his face a bit before shrugging, a smirk appearing on his face.

"Uh- should I be worried?" Tim looks at him and waves him off. "Nah, don't worry 'bout it. I got this handled."

Uh. Okay?

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The following Monday, Duke shows up and puts his stuff in his locker.

Or at least he was until it was slammed shut.

"Hey Thomas. Got our work?" Turning around, Duke faced his three bullies; seniors Clint Rodriguez (the "big dog" as he called himself) and his lackies, Arion Centry and Pete Swinez.

"N-No.."

"No? Where is it, bitch? I told you to have it done by Monday." Rodriguez held him up to the locker. "Oh you mean these papers?"

Turning around, there stood Timothy Drake-Wayne; two three time nepo-baby and the biggest reputation in the school. The real life Regina George and Heather Chandler. He was with his two best friends, also big popular kids and his two Gretchen Wieners, Karen Smith, and Heathers.

"Drake." The mere face of him made the trio seethe. "Hah! You should see your face right now. Anyways, I did your college essays for you, hope you enjoy them. Would be a shame if you had to repurchase the papers for them."

Tim tosses them in the air, and everyone watches as they all fall to the ground.

"What the hell did you do."

"Oh, ya know, the basics of what you should put. Also, this your girl?" A girl, a cheerleader, goes and slides herself under Tim's arm.

"Babe!?"

"Sorry, Clint, but I have a reputation, people can't know we dated. Also, Tim's better looking and a better kisser." Morgan Letto, another popular nepo-baby in Gotham High, turns and kisses Tim right in the hallway, before stalking off.

Tim's trio laughs at their faces.

"Hey! You should probably pick these up, ya know, since they have your names on them. Wouldn't want to get sent to the principles for littering the school. Bad reputation means you can't go to Princeton." Bernard says.

"Or Oxford, or Harvard. See ya losers!" Ives laughs along with Bernard and Tim as they walk through the halls.

As if a bomb dropped, the three seniors scramble to pick up hundreds of papers worth of applications.

" "I'm racist towards black people because they're below white people like me" " Someone reads off of one paper down the hall.

" "I use grades that aren't mine that I bully people into doing for me." " Another person reads nearby.

"Give me those!"

Duke is left standing there, struck by the scene that just unfolded before his eyes.

He didn't know what to say, do, or act.

Should he laugh? Play it off? Call Bruce? Or Tim? Or anyone? Get picked up?

It's fine. It's just one day. Right?

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Lunch time rolls around.

Duke is sitting at his table with his friends eating. They were prime targets for Clint and his group.

As if on cue, the three stride up.

"Hey Thomas, got Tim Drake to do your work for you, huh? Well guess what?"

He was spun around and picked up by the collar, his two friends being held back by Arion and Pete.

"You ain't getting away with it here." Clint grits out. Of course he chose the cafeteria, the pretty much only place teachers don't monitor 24/7 and is void of any supervision, even with every grade in there for lunch.

Clint set Duke down and lined his fist up ready to punch him. Duke flinched as the fist came swinging.

"Hey loser!"

Cheers and shocked 'Oooh!'s were heard from around. He squinted one eye open and saw food fall from Clint's red face and a tray in Tim's right hand.

"Woops! Sorry! Guess my hand slipped!" That got a laugh from the crowd. Tim set the tray down and pat Duke's should before stalking towards Clint.

Duke saw behind them at the far wall where everyone could see Ives and Bernard setting three trays of food down (The senior trio's trays).

"You'll pay for that, Drake!" Clint took a swing, which Tim dodged easily and side sweeped him onto his knees.

Ives and Bernard did the same to Arion and Pete.

The three took the seniors by the hair and dragged them to the trays the two laid out previously.

Cameras went up and Duke watched in muted awe and terror at what Tim was doing. Was Tim really like this when he still went to high school? He was a junior now and he dropped out sophomore year? Was he like this as a freshman?

The three pushed the seniors faces into the trays.

"Since you're the big dog maybe you should eat like a real dog then, bitch. Here's some kibble. Dogs enjoy this one!" Tim poured dog kibble onto Clint's tray, seeing as his face turns redder and shows more humiliation than he's ever seen on anyone.

"Eat it, bitch! Like the dog you are! Or start barking and begging for forgiveness!" Tim says it through his teeth in such a grueling tone it sends shivers down Duke's spine.

"Hey Arion! If you actually did your work, you'd know that your name is a horse in Greek Myth. So maybe you should neigh like one too! Neigh, neigh. Get to eating horsey! You should start prancing for the rodeo. Giddey'yup!" Ives mocks him pushing his head into the tray over and over.

"Swinez? More like Swine-ez! Oink-oink! You stink like a pig. And you're eating like one too! Ewwww! Disgusting. Hahahahhaha!" Bernard's name change made the whole cafeteria roar in laughter.

What made the laughter stronger was when the three brought out collars with leashes and attached them to it.

"Come boys! Start walking like the animals you are!" Tim called, pulling on Clint's leash, dragging him mostly until Clint got up and started crawling in front of him.

Everytime they tried to get up, the three juniors were behind them to push them down to the ground again.

Almost everyone was recording.

"Look everyone! Look at our new pets!" Ives called out.

"If you know any better, you three better keep your collars on. You should better than to make your owners mad!" Bernard barked out a laugh.

"I think, you guys should start speaking in woofs, neighs, and oinks from now on. Especially, when we make you ask forgiveness to those you bullied." Tim said, grabbing the collar and forcing Clint to look at Duke.

The bell rang, lucky for those three.

"Woops! Looks like the fun's over! You better clean up for mess! Wouldn't want to make the janitors work more." Tim walked off. "Or look like complete idiots with all that gunk on your face." Bernard said as he and Ives followed Tim.

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Later, when Duke got home, he was silent. Bruce was silent too, despite him being the one Duke expected to ask about the bullies since he slipped up and told them.

"Hey Duke, how was school? Did they mess with you again?" Dick asked.

He looked at him, then at the rest of his siblings, noting Tim wasn't there, swallowed and shook his head.

"N-Not really."

"Not really?" Jason looked confused, as did the rest of them.

Before Duke could explain more, Tim came in laughing, tossing his bag on a couch before hopping on Bruce's arm rest.

"Bruce! You won't believe what I did today." Bruce looked at him and smirked. Smirked.

Tim relayed the entire story of what he, Bernard, and Ives did to Clint, Arion, and Pete. Bruce looked proud and the rest looked shocked.

"My reputation still stands even after I've been gone a year!" Tim seemed very proud of that.

"Atta boy!" Bruce ruffled his hair. "Yes, here's the tray of cookies you were promised all to yourself, master Tim." Alfred handed him a whole plate of cookies. "Thank you!"

"What!?"

"Hold on! He gets a whole plate of cookies for that? Why isn't he in trouble!? When did you enroll back?" Jason was beyond furious.

"Tim had a reputation in school for being like that towards bullies. Which is why no one bullied anyone with him around. Guess they all came back when he was gone. Duke didn't want us doing anything, and he didn't expect Tim to do anything because you all think he's a goody two shoes, so I sent my calvary in." Bruce explained.

Tim laughed at their faces.

"Oh please! I'm just getting started with them! Just wait till the end of the week. Then! I'll be done with them and they won't ever come back to the school."

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tabbedtabby · 1 year ago

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good luck, babe! | chapter 1

regina george x reader

summary: After the Queen Bee of North Shore makes up rumors about you taking pictures of girls in the changing room, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You didn’t think that would mean coming to a reluctant agreement with Regina George.

a/n: if you couldn’t tell from the title, this fic is inspired by “good luck, babe!” by chappell roan. if you’ve never heard it, definitely check it out. updates will most likely be weekly. i don’t know how some of y’all have the time to update every day lol. as a general warning for the whole fic, it will contain homophobia, derogatory language, substance abuse, and unhealthy relationships. other than that thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy this first chapter!!

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Entering your third year of high school, you assumed you knew everything there was to know about North Shore.

Well, at least, how to steer clear of infamy. More specifically, Regina George and her shadows that followed her around like a pair of lost dogs. You knew the trouble and attention they brought with them, a constant trail of destruction that was almost as potent as the stench of their perfume. The secret to avoiding it was as simple as straying from the limelight. You kept to your group, stayed quiet, kept your head down. Didn’t do anything wild enough to trigger Regina’s predatory instincts. You couldn’t say you were afraid of her and her group, but honestly, harassment is the last thing you need as North Shore’s token plug. It would be plain stupid to garner more attention to yourself than necessary.

But even with all of that in mind, here you are, sitting in the principal’s office with enough anger in your chest to probably strangle the man sitting in front of you. Because you didn’t even fucking do what you’re being penalized for. But guess who told Mr. Duvall that you were taking pictures of girls changing in gym? Regina George. She could make up whatever she wanted and even the authority figures at this school would treat it like it was the holy grail. You stare at him with venom in your eyes as he explains to you that you will have to be suspended. For something you didn’t even do.

Regina was in your gym class. You had heard around that she was spreading rumors about you being a lesbian, but that’s not new information to literally anyone, so you didn’t especially care. Then people started giving you disgusted looks in the hallways, calling you some really nasty names, and even some of your close female friends started to avoid you. You didn’t know why until about 10 minutes ago. Apparently, you were the last person to know about your supposed photo collection.

When Mr. Duvall finally lets you leave, you feel the rage boil up inside of you before you can stop it. You’re going to get in so much trouble at home, and for what? Because the world’s most spoiled brat decided your reputation was the one to ruin this week? Does she even realize how her rumors can affect people? Obviously not, because she does it all the fucking time.

You’re way late to lunch, but the moment you step into that cafeteria, it’s like a wild dog being released into the ring. You skip on the lunch line and head straight towards the table where you see Karen Shetty and Gretchen Wieners talking with wide eyes to the blonde head of hair with her back to you. Regina. You lock on like a target, not glancing at anything else surrounding you. Your hands are bunched into fists at your sides as the anger rises up in your throat like bile. How dare she? How dare she completely make up this bullshit about you, get you suspended because of it? And why hasn’t anyone actually done something about it?

You see her turn around. Two ice blue eyes look up at you. Disgusted, maybe even a little confused as she sees you approaching her table. Because no one ever dares enter her territory. She thinks she’s above that. She doesn’t look at you more than a second, though, before your hands are ripping her off the bench by the collar of her shirt.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you practically snarl, your arms already dragging her towards the wall as you slam her against it. Your hands still grip the collar of her shirt, your anger almost palpable. You hear what you think to be Gretchen scream. The cafeteria descends into chaos around you. You don’t care. The only thing you’re concerned about is what’s in front of you right now.

Regina doesn’t even look slightly bothered. In fact, she cocks an eyebrow. Her eyes seem to glow with that malice now. Your hands grip the fabric of her shirt even tighter.

“Oh, no, did I hit a nerve?” she laughs, her eyes looking you over with a newfound disgust. Like you’re simply a piece of trash a wild animal found out it could not digest and spit back up. Like you’re beneath her. You hate the woman, but it’s almost impressive how controlled she is in moments like these.

“You’re just proving me right, you know. Just admit you’re the weird freak that everyone knows you are. I can’t stand a closet lesbo.” she sneers, pushing her face close enough to yours that you can feel her breath on your face.

Something in you snaps when she says those words. Because it’s not even true, and you’re the only person who seems to believe that. The anger’s hot in your chest. Its flames seem to carry your arms as you ball your right hand into a fist.

And you punch the Queen Bee of North Shore directly in the eye.

Your suspension was extended. Obviously.

You spend the next 2 weeks cleaning the house until your fingers peel and keeping up with your school work on your computer. People are talking about your fight with Regina all over Instagram and Regina’s acting like a total victim about the whole thing. People sending her their condolences and all that bullshit. As if she was dying and didn’t only get one punch to the face before someone pulled you off of her. It was your health teacher from last year; he seemed a little too eager to grab you and pull you off of Regina.

When you return to school, it seems people still believe those rumors about you taking pictures of girls in the changing rooms, because your peers are giving you the same sort of looks as before. They clear away from you when you walk past, but not in the worshipful kind of way they do for Regina. More like they’re disgusted to be around you.

Some people are impressed you stood up to her, though. You’re the first of your time. Janis ‘Imi’ike from your AP Lit class gives you a high five in the morning and you give her a big grin in return.

You see Regina in your gym class after lunch, and she looks as good as new. You’re a little disappointed. You kind of wanted to see her with that bright purple bruise on her eye that you’d seen all over Instagram. But there she was, looking like the perfectly crafted Barbie doll that she always seemed to be. Not even a stand of flawless blonde hair out of place. It made you mad. It’s like you did it all for nothing.

To your surprise, though, Regina ignores you. She doesn’t whisper to her minions while giving you dirty looks from across the room, doesn’t send them after you with a raise of her finger. It’s like you’re invisible to her. Honestly, you prefer it that way. You’re tired enough of this whole situation as it is. It’s a godsend she’s not making it worse today.

Coach Carr takes you all outside since it’s one of the last warm days until fall. You stick your Airpods in and walk the track, still keeping an eye on Regina. It’s not like her to not torment someone who got suspended because of one of her rumors. You don’t trust it at all, but she seems content with pretending you don’t exist. Since Karen and Gretchen aren’t in this class with her, Regina resorts to talking to the girls who aren’t quite Plastic, but are still high enough on the social pyramid for Regina to tolerate. You roll your eyes as they mindlessly follow her lead like a pack of lion cubs.

After a couple of minutes, you get bored and sneak off to the woods surrounding the track. Your coach wasn’t the most attentive person in the world, so it was pretty easy. You needed to smoke or you were going to go insane. You take an Airpod out and grab the cart out of your bra. Have to keep it non-suspicious.

You only plan on taking a few hits since it’s so concentrated and you still have another class after this. You come out here so much that you don’t even think about it. Until you hear a voice behind you.

“Are you smoking weed?”

Your neck nearly snaps when you whip your head around. Your heart sinks back down to your chest from your throat when you see Regina George standing there instead of Coach Carr.

“Jesus, what the fuck?” you immediately respond, your voice wavering a bit as you hadn’t even considered someone had seen you slip out. The weed had just started to hit and you could feel it amplify the fear in your chest, even though Regina wasn’t technically immediate danger. Although, your heart begins to race faster as you realize she will definitely try to get you in deeper shit because of this.

Regina begins to open her mouth before you immediately cut her off. “Before you go and tell everyone on this side of the country, everyone already knows. It’s not gonna do anything to ruin my reputation.” Your voice shakes similarly to your legs out of the pure shock of her finding you. You hate feeling cornered, but after your little tussle with her, you know how badly Regina must want to destroy you. Her eyes stare at you unflinchingly, unaffected by what you said. She looks smug enough to make you nervous. You don’t know if it’s because of the weed or your pounding chest, but it seems like minutes pass before Regina says anything else.

“What about Mr. Duvall? Does he know?” Fuck. You’re not getting out of this, are you? Your mouth begins to dry, the spit thick on your tongue as you think of a response. Your dad was already mad enough at you. You didn’t need this.

“No. But I can’t imagine it’ll go well for you if you tell him. I sell to half the school, including Karen. Everyone will be pissed if I get caught.” you respond, already feeling defeated, but you keep your tone searing. You’re taller than her; hopefully it makes you intimidating enough for her to have mercy. Regina doesn’t respond right away. All she does is raise an eyebrow, a smug smirk on one side of her mouth as you watch her consider her options. She’s flawlessly gorgeous in a way that’s enviable. But you kind of need her to not take away your source of income.

“Look, I smoke behind the baseball field every day after school. I’ll give you some for free if you just keep your damn mouth shut for once.” Your voice is almost pleading now. You wish she wasn’t so dead-set on ruining your life.

Time only gets slower as Regina’s smirk begins to widen. It’s a win-win situation for her, and she knows it.

“Fine. But you better not try to kiss me or anything.” she says slowly, spitting out the words like they’re poisonous.

You feel the relief pool in your stomach as soon as you hear those words. It must be obvious by the look on your face, because Regina laughs at you. She has that angry, disgusted sort of look in her eyes that you can’t quite figure out the reason for. It’s a shame because she’s so beautiful. Your body takes multiple seconds to keep up with your thoughts until a question crosses your mind.

“Did you follow me?” you ask, your voice a little too loud as you see her head turn back around.

“Obviously. I knew you weren’t sneaking off to do anything good,” she shoots back, the repugnant expression back on her face. She curls her lip at you before stalking off back to the track field, blonde hair flowing behind her.

How the hell did she even see you leave? Maybe you weren’t the only one paying attention to what the other was doing after your fight with her. But, why? Did she seriously think you were going to try and swing at her on your first day back?

You guess you’ll find out at 3:00P.M. behind the baseball field.

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smusherina · 1 year ago

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bridges burnt - chapter 4 [epilogue series] (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: When an invitation to Gretchen Wieners' wedding ended up in your mailbox, you'd been sure it was a mistake. Only, it read your name in neat, swoopy calligraphy. It was addressed to you. And Regina George, whom you hadn't spoken to in years.

additional clarification: This is set in the universe of yard work, a series of mine that can be found on my page! Reading this one might be a bit challenging without the context of the series :)

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 5

You clapped along with everybody else when the bride and groom made their entrance. You kept a polite smile on your face even as Regina's hand, rested on your knee, had your blood rushing.

The couple would be making the rounds, talking to and thanking guests before speeches were given and toasts were made. Then (finally) the food would be served.

You sipped fizzy apple juice from a champagne flute, leg jittering uncontrollably as you waited for Gretchen and her husband to get to your table. Regina was doing the same, though looking remarkably calmer. Looked like it would take a while, considering the flock of relatives accosting them.

You did not pity them. Those cheek pinches looked painful.

"You gotta calm down," She eventually said, squeezing your leg.

"I can't help it. You know what Gretchen did. I don't even know why she'd- y'know- invite us."

You hoped Regina got your meaning. You'd been broken up for a long time now and it wasn't like Gretchen didn't know. When you'd moved back to town and Mrs George had gotten wind of it, she'd talked very excitedly to all the neighbours about her daughter's best ex living in town.

Gretchen's mom, part of the most pernickety HOA, a soccer mom of extreme intensity and a domineering PTA rep, of course, relayed the information to her daughter—and anybody who'd listen—when she got wind of it from someone. The network of middle-aged women was insane in the area. You digress. There was no way to know this for a fact but you could make an educated guess.

"I suspect it's because she's a heinous bitch," Regina said, casual as ever. "A vengeful, hateful, homophobic bitch."

"Careful, there's ears everywhere." Janis piped up, eyeing the room.

"You know I'm right." Regina defended, eyebrow notched.

"Obviously," Janis made a face like she couldn't believe Regina would suggest otherwise. "But, personally, I wanna get a taste of the menu before we're kicked out."

"Now, that's an idea..." Regina hummed, tapping her chin.

"What's an idea?" You asked. Regina didn't answer. "Reggie. What idea? What ideas are you getting, Regina?" Almost frantic.

"Don't worry your sweet little head about it, babe. I've got everything under control." She teased, pressing a patronizing kiss on your cheek. Your brain made computer whirring noises, blue flashing before your eyes. Rebooting.

"I don't like this," You mumbled into Regina's ear.

"Meet me in the bathroom hallway in five minutes." She whispered back, turning with a coy look in her eye.

You chugged the rest of your drink. Fuck. This was gonna be rough. Shane looked equally nervous but seemed to calm down when Aaron came by. You shook hands very awkwardly. He asked about you and Regina. You told him you were good, that she was good. Maybe your tone was a little too aggressive, leftover from your angsty teenage jealousy, because he settled to chat with his boo from then on.

Five minutes passed very slowly. You eyed your watch for the last minute of it, on the edge of your seat.

"Was nice seeing you, Aaron." You gave a quick, apologetic smile. "Best of luck." Hopefully, that sufficed as an olive branch.

"You too, man, you too," He called after you. You waved behind your back and strode towards the bathroom hallway.

There were too many goddamn guests. You navigated through the throngs of people best you could, muttering sorry and excuse me as you pushed through.

"What the fuck, girl?" You startled when Amanda took you by the cuff. She led you to a nearby wall, so very close to your destination.

"I thought you broke up?" She asked, hissing more like.

"We did. I don't know what's going on."

"Uh, tell her to back off? People are talking that there's, y'know, a very passionate lesbian couple here. Relatives from the bible belt not impressed." Amanda gave you a look, narrowed eyes and crossed arms. "Have you been lying to me?"

"No!" You denied vehemently. "It sounds crazy, I know, but she just came up to me like that."

"And why didn't you, hmm, I dunno, push her away?" Amanda's eyes turned soft. "She didn't treat you right, we discussed this."

"I didn't treat her much better, Amanda." You sighed and rubbed your forehead. "I... I can't say no to her. I- I don't want to say no."

"This isn't good for you." She said as if you didn't already know.

"Yeah. Well." You spread your arms and let them drop listlessly. "You know me, I do a lot of things not good for me."

"You're hopeless." She turned to the rest of the room. "Just remember, you're my ride home."

Your eyebrows rose.

"You sure about that?" You cast a meaningful glance towards the bar. The same guy, still being bothered by the same lady you were pretty sure, kept throwing helpless glances Amanda's way. She was gonna take that puppy home, he was so her type.

"Are you calling me a slut?" She grinned. "If all goes according to plan, I'll text you where to pick me up tomorrow morning."

"Great. Don't get murdered, yeah?" You patted her on the shoulder. "I gotta go."

"I have your back, Jay. Don't forget that."

You nodded solemnly and continued your journey towards the bathrooms. Just as you crossed into the hallway, looking left first, someone grabbed you roughly by the collar and slammed you against the wall.

"What-" You yelped but didn't get any more words out before Regina descended on you. She took you harshly, lips on yours sealed tight like she was keen on sucking the life out of you. Your body slumped against her, mouth seeking hers as she dipped her tongue in.

It was sloppy, a little gross, and loud. Had you been any other person, some innocent bystander, you probably would've been disgusted. But this was Regina George and she was kissing you. That still floored you.

Regina hadn't kissed you like this since high school. When you spent senior prom at your house, cooped up and pretending it didn't matter all the other couples got to dance and have fun while you hid. When you both got so angry that the only way to find release was in each other. When you broke up and decided you were better separate, crying in the middle of intimacy and so, so desperate.

"Keep your eyes on me, jorts." Regina breathed into your lips. You tasted her, something sweet and minty. "You can go back to your little girlfriend when we're done here."

"Huh?" You made a sound. "What girlfriend?"

"The one you were talking to just now." She trailed kisses to your ear. Your eyes fluttered, heart skipped beats. "You got multiple?"

"No, just you, uh, I mean- she's not my girl." You tried to produce full sentences with mild success. "She's here for emotional support."

"What's your relationship with her?" All these official questions while her hands were roaming under your suit jacket, feeling up your back, scratching with her nails. You shivered.

"Friends." You swallowed, panting as Regina sucked marks on your throat. There would be no hope of covering those up.

"Good," Regina said gutterally, voice almost like a growl as her leg pressed between yours. Oh god, was she going to fuck you right here?

"Now, you're gonna be real good for me and do exactly as I say." She kept touching your sides, your hips, your thighs, and you could not take much more. Her lips dizzied you, talking so low you had to strain to hear every word. Her gloss was all over you, sticky and tacky.

"Reg, what the fuck are we doing?"

"We're pretending, baby, and we're gonna sell it." Your stomach sunk. You knew this was some act but having it spelt out like this, that Regina was using you for revenge, stung. She continued:

"I will do everything in my power to ruin this wedding. I have ideas and I just need you to assist a little bit."

"Regina," You sighed and pushed her by the shoulders, lightly and gently. She went willingly, though with a pout. "You're doing it again. Revenge. This is why we broke up."

"We broke up for many reasons, jorts." She retorted, nails scratching at your tummy. You tried to hide your trembling.

"Yes, and- Regina!" She attached her lips to your pulse, where you were especially sensitive.

"Still got it," She mumbled cheekily into your skin, pressing kisses there just to torment you.

"You're horrible," You whined, hands holding onto her shoulders for dear life. Her leg hiked further up on the wall, pressing against you firmly. You kept your hips still, not daring to enter that territory somewhere so public.

You were at the end of your rope. Not much more now and all reservations would be null. You were sure you wouldn't say no if she unzipped your fly then and there.

"You know I am, baby." She squeezed your waist and sucked a hickey right on your jugular.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked, voice weak.

She didn't answer for a while. Just kept touching you, feeling you, kissing you. It was driving you mad but at the same time, you were beginning to feel like the reason didn't matter.

"Good question. Just go with it, yeah?" She breathed, finally pulling away enough to look into your eyes. "You look ravished." She looked so pleased with herself, with a little smirk on her face and her eyes glinting.

"Thanks," You tried to catch your breath.

"Now, we're gonna make out until someone finds us and that'll stir up something." Regina leaned back in but you dodged her kiss, giving her your neck instead. She didn't seem to mind, teeth getting in the mix.

"Y'know there's- there are more effective ways to ruin a wedding than kissing in a secluded hallway." You pointed out.

"Maybe. But this is more fun." She pulled your shirt out of your pants, ruining the careful tuck you'd done. Her hands grabbed at your lower back, nails scraping on your flesh teasingly. She was trying to kill you, surely. You told her so.

"You're gonna kill me, Reg."

"I'd never hurt you." She whispered, sounding more sombre than you would've expected. "You're the exception."

"Why can't you make exceptions for anybody else? Gretchen doesn't deserve this or all this effort."

"Jorts, baby," She brought her lips to your ear, whispering right up against it. You bit your lip not to moan. "You deserve all the effort."

That got you thinking.

"Did I deserve it back then?" You asked, careful, a little too quiet.

Regina paused, hands resting and mouth unlatching. "Yes."

You stood there, breathing together. You were all kinds of messy, so obviously kissed stupid, but you couldn't help the sting in your eyes.

It was dramatic, you knew that, crying over a bygone high school romance. You'd been just teenagers. It shouldn't matter anymore, not at this point when you were both adults. You both had real jobs, your own homes, your own lives.

"I missed you," You said, resting your forearms on Regina's shoulders. You touched your forehead to hers.

"I missed you, too," She said back, just as quiet. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too." It felt like a weight lifted off of your chest. "What should we do?"

"How about..." Regina looked up at you through her lashes. You felt lightheaded. Her lipgloss was smeared in the sexiest way. "We get revenge on Gretchen for all the shit she did in high school, for being a homophobic bigot, and for almost getting Kylie expelled."

"Kylie? Expelled?" That surprised you. You hadn't seen Kylie since her sweet sixteenth last year, which she'd invited you to. You stopped by before any of the guests or Regina got there.

"Gretchen caught her kissing one of her younger cousins at their place. A girl. Obvi, Duvall didn't let it fly but it pretty much outed Kylie."

You took a deep breath.

"Let's give the kids kazoos. And water guns. That will ruin any wedding."

Regina laughed. "Where are we getting kazoos? And water guns?"

"I did some volunteer work as a camp counsellor this summer. There's some good stuff in my car." You got an idea then.

"We can lure raccoons into the reception hall!"

Regina cackled.

Notes: I googled "ways to ruin a wedding" and got some awesome results. Look forward to that in the next chapter!

Taglist posted seperately! If you want to be added, please comment on that post!

#mean girls #mean girls 2004 #mean girls 2024 #regina george #regina george x reader #regina george x you #regina george x oc #regina george x ofc #lesbian regina george #fic: bridges burnt

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harlowsbby · 1 year ago

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Questions

Summary, just asking Jack a bunch of silly and random questions out of boredom.

Even though it was a cool and breezy day outside Jack and You decided it was best to spend a day indoors with one another instead of being outside.

The two of you were currently on the couch together wrapped up in one another when a question that you needed an answer to crossed your mind.

“Jack.” You spoke and watched as he turned down the tv slightly so he’d be able to hear you better.

“Yes babe?” He asked you and turned his head to look at you, a small smile formed on his face to which you returned.

“I have a question to ask you and it’s important.” Now the question wasn’t exactly that important but it was important to you and you needed answers.

“What is it babe? I’m all ears”. He smiled and gave you his full and undivided attention. You smirked and bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from laughing.

“If you had the chance to save me or save Urban from drowning who would you save and why?” You asked him.

Jack was puzzled for a second because he didn’t expect for you to say something as blunt and wild as that out of nowhere.

“Wait are you being serious? Like you really want an answer to this babe I just paused the movie for this.” He shook his head at you. “How many times have you watched mean girls?” You asked him.

“Enough to know it word by word.” You huffed. “Enough to know that ex-boyfriends are off limits to friends. That’s just like the rules of feminism.”He tried mimicking Gretchen Wieners in this high squeaky tone.

“My point exactly so answer my question.” You demanded.

“Would you save me.” You pointed to yourself. “Or would you save Urban.” You bit your lip and watched him intensely as he gave it a few minutes to think about.

“Honestly, I’d have to weight out my options here.” Jack admitted and you gasped. “Oh so all I am to you is an option? That’s good to know wish I would’ve known sooner.” You faked acted like you were hurt.

He smacked his lips and shook his head at you. “Come on babe you know what I mean like the pros and cons of either saving you and not saving Urban or saving Urban and not saving you.”

“I’m your fucking girlfriend I should be above all your little friends.” You spat and Jack chuckled. “Uh oh is someone getting jealous?” He teased.

“No, just tell me your little pros and cons list.” You admitted. He brought his hand up to his chin and started playing with his beard.

“Well the pros in saving Urban would be I’d still have my best friend and best photographer here, I’d still have my eating buddy, I’d still have my right hand man.” You rolled your eyes.

“And the cons would be well nothing Urban’s the best.” He confessed with a wide smile. “Okay so do me.”

He sighed dramatically. “Honestly babe I wouldn’t bother saving you.” Your jaw practically dropped to the floor as Jack doubled over in laughter.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding hey stop hitting me!” He laughed as he attempted to curl up into a ball to dodge your hits. “Be serious Jack!” You whined.

“Okay, okay so the pros with dating you would be I’d still have my girl, I’d still have you around to cook for me.” You raised your hand to smack him again but he quickly stated that he was joking.

“Honestly baby I could never pick between picking you or Urban the two of you both mean a lot to me and I’d be an emotional reck knowing the two of you are no longer living on this earth.”

You sniffed and rubbed your eyes as you turned from Jack. “Babe?” He said unsurely as you removed yourself from his grasp.

“You good?” He laughed. “I’m good I just I love you so much.” You cried out and flung yourself into his arms making him coo and laugh.

“You’re so silly you know that?” He smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head and rubbed small circles on your back. “But you know you love me.” You admitted and removed your head from the crook of his neck, looking up at him.

“That I do.” He grinned. “But I do have a question of my own.” He asked.

“And what’s that?” You paused waiting for his question. “Who’s the best rapper me or Drake?” You sighed. “Drake.”

He gasped and put his hand over heart as if it was aching you laughed and escaped from his embrace. “Is that so? You know what when I catch you ima tickle you till you admit I’m the best rapper!” He yelled and quickly chased after you.

You were a squealing and laughing mess the two of you for a good few minutes till he eventually caught you.

(I know this isn’t much but I promise the next concept will be better! 😭💗)

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

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idontplaytrack · 9 months ago

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hey, feel free to ignore this if you don’t write for her, but we are STARVED for Gretchen Weiners x Fem!reader on this app, so if you have any ideas that’d be great

✧ Zipper

Gretchen Wieners x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, some coarse language

In which reader has a favourite hoodie, and its zipper doesn’t work properly anymore. Gretchen is curious, but never asks why reader has refused to get a new hoodie.

Your eyes were searching for Gretchen’s car in the mess of students, teachers and their vehicles once school let out. Everybody was rushing to leave school grounds, considering that it was now officially Fall Break. She’d came to pick you up, yeah. You went to a different school, but even then the both of you have been dating for almost two years now. You were in the same middle school together though, so yes, you did know the incident between Janis and Regina. You saw the kiss with your own eyes, you saw the aftermath unfolding into a shitshow of a mess. You saw Janis get relentlessly bullied and you’ve never been able to look Regina in the eye without feeling an immense amount of anger ever since.

So, lucky for Regina, you were not in North Shore High.

Finally, you see her car pull up at the pickup point, so you walk towards it quickly. “Hey!”

“Hi, babe.” She smiled, leaning over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek, “Let’s go for lunch, I’m excited.”

You chuckled, nodding your head in agreement. “Me too.”

“Anywhere you have in mind, mamita?” She asks.

“Uh, no, actually. Why don’t you pick?” You suggested.

“Okay!” Gretchen smiled brightly.

And so you and Gretchen wound up at a nearby pizza place to get takeout, then were on the road again to get to a park. Once there, she popped open the trunk and urged you to sit with her there.

“Oh, a picnic.” You chuckled.

“Yep.” She nodded, opening the pizza box and offering you a slice.

You asked, taking a bite of the pepperoni pizza, “Do you remember the last time we did this?”

“Of course, we were on our first date. Well, official first date. Before that was um, G ditching us at the coffee shop by making up a lame excuse.”

Gretchen laughed, “We were so awkward.”

“Well, I was. I could barely get my words out and talk to you.” You bit back a laugh, taking another bite of the pizza.

“I mean…look at us now.” Gretchen beamed, “You want something to drink?”

“Ooh, yes please.” You nodded eagerly.

“Dr. Pepper or Ginger Ale?”

Both were your favourites.

“Ginger Ale.” You took that can from her, “Thank you.”

“Of course. Cheers.” Gretchen cracked open the can of Dr. Pepper and took a swig. You finished off the slice, swirling the can in your hand while your free hand played with the strings of the hoodie you had on.

“Hey, babe, I’ve got a question.” She said, covering her mouth with a hand since she was chewing her food.

“Yeah, shoot.”

“I’m curious. Why do you always wear this hoodie? The zipper’s broken.”

“Oh.” You chuckled, “Um, my- it was my Dad’s. I’d always wear it so it kind of became mine. He um, passed away freshman year of high school in a hit and run. So I just— didn’t want to get rid of it yet. It still works fine, I just can’t zip it up, that’s all.”

“Oh.” Gretchen’s face fell and her heart clenched, “I’m sorry, I—”

“Gretchen.” You chuckled, “I’m fine, I mean, I miss and all. But I’m okay, you know? I can talk about him. Actually— you said Regina dug up shit on me…not in these exact words— awhile ago, no? This didn’t come up?”

“No.” Gretchen shook her head, “All she had were school photos.” She was a little annoyed though, at the mention of the blonde.

“She must know I’m like— not rich.” You scoff, “I’m not gonna be surprised. But I really don’t want you to stay friends with her because you’re scared.”

“I actually did talk to her about y’know, cutting off our friendship, but she was crazy high on pain meds and all giggly. I don’t know if she remembers but that was a week ago— I told you that, and um, the next day I was sitting with Karen at lunch and Regina just sat down at our table but she was…nicer than usual. Like, actually, she didn’t say anything mean about other students, or to us.”

You nodded, “That’s…amazing.”

“Yeah, she might be starting to change for good now.” Gretchen shrugged.

“Hope so. It’s long overdue.”

Gretchen hums in agreement, “But in the meantime, she did bring us together, so that’s one good thing from her.”

“Good point.” You laughed, “Hey, should we watch a movie tonight?”

“Ooh. Why not?”

“You wanna spend the night at mine?”

Gretchen grinned, “You know I would never say no to that.” You laid your head on her shoulder, “Getting to spend more time with you is great.”

“Yeah, I wish we went to the same school, honestly.”

“Maybe college.” You pointed out.

“Yup. We’ll never know what might happen after all, the future’s still undecided. Hasn’t happened yet.”

🏷️Tag list:

@ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @ludoesartandstuff @pda128

#bebe wood #gretchen wieners #mean girls 2024 #mgmm fics #character x reader #x reader #reader insert #female reader #the plastics #karen shetty #avantika #regina george #renee rapp #fluff #wlw #queer fiction #anon request #thanks anon #requested

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thatfandomslut · 2 years ago

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Hello, there! Do you write for Mean Girls? If so, I would like to request a Gretchen Wieners x reader fluff, please? Reader is new to school and has four brothers---the oldest used to date Regina. Regina and the brother, seeing Gretchen's growing crush on the reader, decides to play match-maker. One night, Regina convinces the reader to go with her to a "hang-out" where Gretchen is waiting with flowers.

Okay, babe, I got so carried away with this fic and rewrote it five times BUT here it is: Project Flowers. Thank you so, so much for the request.

#gretchen wieners x reader

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munsonology · 3 years ago

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eddies LAUGH IS SO FUCKING CONTAGIOUS it starts off like a giggle, then a gargle, a huge wheeze, then a whooping contagious cough

one time you and him were at a restaurant, he tried to pour you wine and be fancy (despite him wearing his usual metal clothes) he spilt it everywhere and on the waiter when he came by, he started snorting, wheezing and coughing on the floor, his whole face turned red as he convulsed on the floor, you even let out a loud giggly laugh, he started crying laughing over one little mistake

and then the whole restaurant bursted into laughter due to how contagious his laugh is, eventually you two had to get escorted out (kicked out) because of the commotion

eddie has a whole ass hyena laugh or some type of goose laugh and im living for it

it even happens during sex, you could brush up against him accidentally tickling him a bit, he'd reel back and convulse in chaotic laughter

PLS IK HIS LAUGH SOUNDS LIKE A BOAT HORN IM ☠️

I love people with those laughs because I’m one of those people that laughs at literally everything especially when I shouldn’t 😭😭😭😭

You can’t take Eddie anywhere without him cackling!! Like if it’s modern Eddie and y’all are at the movies watching bridesmaids (one of my fav movies) and he busts out laughing bf when maya shits in the street because he’s having flashbacks to when you popped your pants running to the bathroom after some bad chipotle 😭 and everyone’s sushing him and he’s like “babe remember when you had your gretchen wieners moment and shit your pants at barnes and noble”

And he’s so giggly during sex! Like if you tickle him he elbows you accidentally 😭 you can’t kiss down his stomach because he might knee you in the face! He’d never let you forget it 😭 he’s such a menace!!

#eddie munson/reader #eddie munson x female reader #fem reader #eddie munson fem!reader

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tragedytells-tales · 3 years ago

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Solomon: The Musical

Notes - Solomon centric, Song-imagines, romantic & platonic relationships, comedy, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, and more fluff, Inspired by this post by @beels-burger-babe Feat. Solomon, GN!MC, The brothers, Purgatory hall, Orphan SCs, SC, Witch SC.

Summary - [ Imagines ] Solomon being a theater kid for a few words or so.

Warnings - The formating of this is funky, Spoilers for lesson 16, swearing, insecure Solomon, personal Headcanons slightly impacted the stories but by much.

Tw - Mentions of Alcohol, a character death.

Now playing: Meet the plastics ( Mean girls )

Big Fun ( Heathers )

Cell Block Tango ( Chicago )

Tomorrow ( Annie )

Lovely London Sky ( Mary

Poppins Returns )

Nowhere to Go But Up

( Mary Poppins Returns)

Congratulations ( Hamilton )

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells

Your Story ( Hamilton )

Perfect for you ( Next to

Normal )

Rewrite The Stars ( The Greatest

Showman )

Runaway With Me ( The Mad

Ones / The Unauthorized

Autobiography of Samantha

Brown )

Defying Gravity ( Wicked )

Tale as Old as Time ( Beauty and

the Beast )

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Comedy

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Starring: Solomon & Asmodeus

Meet The Plastics

Imagine an in-house karaoke night. Packed with face masks, corny horror movies, and overly cliche romance movies with bets on which tropes appear first.

Asmo is dramatically taking the part of Regina George and Janis Ian absolutely crushing it. Solomon picks up with Gretchen Wieners, Damian, and Cady Heron nailing the pitch, rhythm, and timing. Asmo giggling like a child while Solomon confidently sings Karen Smiths part as well!

Solomon using a play back spell to complete the harmonies, back up vocals, or any parts they can't cover. Even summoning up some pink confetti for some added flare and pizzazz. Maybe even a few different spells for some added effects, because why not?

Sure, the two are in near hysterics by the end, and maybe the confetti made more of a mess than planned, but MAN did they have fun!

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Starring: Solomon, Mammon, Asmodeus

Leviathan

Big Fun

So let the speakers blow, they'll but another stereo!

Imagine a party, the ones that Mammon and Asmo always describe. Upbeat music, Lively lights, and suprisingly not to crowded. The type that Leviathan takes a bit to warm up to and Solomon vibes with. Solomon and Leviathan chilling in the corner while listening to music before an online friend of Levis comes to take Solomons place, leaving Solomon to go join Mammon and Asmodeus.

Our folks got no clue, bout all the shit their children do!

Asmo, who's probably had a bit to much to drink, is singing his heart out to the song blaring from the speakers with a few of his fans at his side. Mammon, who's a little more sober than his brother, is sitting at the bar a few feet away with drink in hand while keeping watch over his brothers. Solomon takes a seat next to him and chuckles as Asmo seems to be putting more and more energy into his performance.

Why are they suprised, whenever we're unsupervised it's-

Solomon leaned back against the bar and tilted his head towards Mammon, "That is an alarming number of shots..." Mammon nodded in agreement.

"Hm, wonder how long it's gonna take for-"

"he wouldn't-"

* CRASH *

"Not long apparently!"

"He would."

Mammon set down his drink after nearly doing a spit take. Solomon immediately abandoned the idea of stifling his laughter, instead turning his head upwards to cackle at the ceiling. Mammon, on the other hand, hid his laughter behind his free hand after nearly choking on his drink. He shook his head, placed down his drink, and went off to go collect his, probably unconscious, brother off the floor.

Solomon, who still isn't finished cackling, gasped in between breaths. "I never should've shown him that scene."

-Big fun (Big fun!), Big fun (Big fun!), Big fun (Big fun!)

Levi silently saved the video of the calamity, for blackmail purposes probably.

Whooooo!

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Starring: Solomon & Satan

Cell Block Tango

He had it comin', He had it comin'. He only had himself to blame. If you'd have been there, If you'd have seen it?

Imagine Solomon sitting in the royal library, re-reading his notes for his newest spell for the third time, in peaceful silence with Satan, who was reading a book of his own. The silence sat for a while until Solomons humming broke it.

I betcha you would have done the same!

Satan looked up from his book with curiosity, "what song is that?" Solomon continued humming while placing down his notes before answering. "Cell Block Tango, it's about the 6 murderesses who got convicted for killing their husband's and lovers."

Now that peaked Satans interest, "Why'd they do it?"

"Well" Solomon started "The first murdered her lover out of frustration because he was popping gum."

Satan considered it for a second, nodding along.

"The second murdered her lover after she found out he had six wives and lied about it."

Satan hummed in agreement.

"The third, he attacked her first so she murdered him."

"That's fair." Satan mumbled.

"Fourth, just couldn't speak english."

Satan raised a brow at Solomon, "Wait what?" Solomon just looked up from his notes and smirked. He shrugged and went back to explaining the song.

Completely ignoring Satans questioning glare, "Fifth murdered her sister and husband after finding out that they were having an affair. And Sixth, found out he was cheating."

Satan tossed the explanation around in his head for a bit, leaving Solomon back to his singing.

"So they all committed crimes of passion. So it's not a murder mystery."

"Nope."

Solomon grabbed his now packed bag to head out.

Satan nodded in thought, "Movie night it is then."

"To watch the musical?"

Satan just strode over to the door of the library, turning back to wait for Solomon. "Of course."

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Fluff

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Starring: Solomon, Luke, Simeon

Tomorrow

Imagine a downcast day, grey clouds, storms, and rain. The kind of weather that Luke typically loves. But even head pats and reassurances from Simeon didn't make the dissapointment lessen any. Luke pouted, side glancing the wasted picnic and amusement park tickets, and nearly felt tears spring to his eyes.

"We can always go another day Luke." Simeon said, it didn't do much to cheer up the young angel. "I know, I was just looking forward it..."

Solomon watched silently from the door way. Simeon eventually gave in, hoping some lunch would work to lift his spirits, and hugged him once more. Solomon waved to Simeon on his way out, entering the room quietly as to not alert Luke.

Luke watched the rain hit the window and sighed. A rain drop drifted from its spot on his window, almost dancing its way toward him. He watched it curiously and crossed his eyes when it landed on his nose.

"The sun'll come out, tomorrow" Solomon sang, making the rain drop bound its way over to himself and smiling at Lukes suprise. "Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun."

He sat next to Luke, making him jump slightly from the weight, and held out his palm to show Luke the dancing rain. "Just thinking about tomorrow, clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow," He made a grabbing motion over Lukes hat and opened his hand to reveal a thunder cloud, storm and all. It dissipated, leaving only a puddle in Solomons hand, "Till there's none!"

Luke, though confused, chuckled at Solomon magic show. Solomon turned away from him and gestured towards the storm outside. "When I'm stuck with a day, that's gray, and lonely-" He turned back to Luke, booping him on the nose "-I stick out my chin, and grin, and say!"

Luke watched the water in Solomons palm vaporize and spiral into the air to create a vortex. Solomon grabbed Lukes hand in his and winked, "Oh, the sun'll come out, tomorrow. So, you gotta hand on till tomorrow. Come what may!"

He splayed his hand towards the ceiling and Luke watched with bewildered eyes as a grand illusion formed from the water droplets. The room faded into a clear field with a peaceful sun shower, translucent bunnies and transparent dreams danced to clouds and Luke stared amazed. He yelped as his feet lifted from the floor and Solomon spun them around in the air. "Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow! You're always a day away."

The illusion eventually faded, the only remnant of it left being a bunny that nosed at Lukes leg. If Solomon had his D.D.D with him he would taken a picture of this moment, Luke hugging the bunny while letting out giggles that held childish glee, something he hadn't heard often.

Simeon eventually wandered back in with dinner in hand. Luke ran over to his guardian, excitedly ranting about Solomons magic, the rabbit, and a new recipe of which Simeon only caught bits and pieces of. Simeon set down the food and smiled at Lukes enthusiasm, albeit slightly confused, but happy to see him cheered up.

Simeon raised a confused brow at Solomon, who just shrugged and pat him on the shoulder on the way out the door. Simeon watched Solomon leave with thinly veiled amusement. He turned his attention back to Luke at the call of his name.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow." Solomon sang under his breath, in the comfort of his own room. He smiled to himself, hearing Lukes exclamations and Simeons fond amusement echo through the halls.

"You're always a day away."

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Starring: Solomon & Simeon

Lovely London sky

Soon this slump will dissapear, it won't be long.

Imagine Simeon, leaning against purgatory halls kitchen doorframe, watching Solomon dance around the kitchen humming along to a tune playing from his D.D.D. Newly plated cookies casually misplaced in the air, twirling around as if made of music.

Simeon stumbled with his own D.D.D for a bit, fumbling to get a video of this rare moment of Solomon letting his guard down fully. No mischievous smirks, no playful remarks, and no monstrous cooking disasters to be seen. Just Solomon happily dancing to musical number.

Sooner than you think you'll hear, Some bright new song.

Soon enough a different voice, though slightly subtle, could be heard along with the melody. Simeon chuckled lowly, hearing Solomon hum along to the tune. Even stealing some cookies in the process.

So hold on tight to those you love, and maybe soon from up above.

Solomon glanced at his D.D.D noting the time. The cookies all gathered back to their original places and even helped guide a few that needed some direction or encouragement. He dusted any excess magic off his hands and quickly got to work cleaning up any messes left behind, all while still humming along to the now ending song.

You'll be blessed, so keep on looking high.

Simeon stumbled to shut off the recording and save it for later. He quietly speed walked back to the door to open and close it behind him.

While you're underneath the lovely London sky.

Solomon walked around the corner and greeted Simeon at the door with his usual smile.

"Hello Simeon! You're back already.... without Luke?"

"Ah well, Luke got a bit of a sunburn but Barbatos is taking care of it."

"Good, I took his cookies out of the fridge for him so hopefully he gets better soon."

"Oh? He made cookies before leaving? I wonder what for?"

"Who knows, come, I'll show you."

The lovely London sky.

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Starring: Solomon & Orphan OCs

No Where to Go But Up

Imagine a big house, not the ones that look plain, polished, and poised, but instead the ones that look like aged castles from fairytales. Although it may hold one to many secrets than one house should, it was one of Solomons favorite places to be. Not because he intended to find out what said secrets were, but because of the residents they resided within.

Tiny hands latch onto balloons and giggles fluttered though the air as they found themselves floating. Solomon loved this part, singing to the children and giving them a chance to be the children that they were, even if for a moment.

Solomon watched over the children as they flipped and spun. He felt a genuine grin spread across his face when the children started singing along with him, grabbing his hand, and dragging him into the air as well. They spun him around, careful to avoid causing any damage to his cape, and each took to their own to match his pitch and rhythm to a song they knew by heart.

"It's time for lunch guys!"

Solomon chuckled at the varying sounds of dissapointment around the room. He guided each of them back down to the ground with ease, even having to coax out a few in a game of hide and seek. The children rushed off to join their makeshift family in the dining hall leaving a few too stay behind and wait for Solomon to join them.

The youngest of the few grabbed onto his cape and made him promise to fly with them again. And who was he to refuse?

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Angst

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Starring: Solomon & Belphegor

Congratulations

Imagine how harrowing it was hearing MC plea for mercy in their sleep, that they were just trying help. Or how agonizing it was to watch sobs slip through their unconscious lips, never knowing what caused it or what he had failed to protect them from.

So when Asmo, who too suffered from repeats of seeing their bloody and beaten body, told him of Belphegors betrayal to his brothers, to your trust. He was more than livid.

Belphegor normally never dreamed or at least he hasn't ever since he fell. So he wasn't sure what he had done to change that streak. Nor was he sure about why this dream was so....bleak. a pure black abyss stretching as far as the eye could see.

Or atleast that is until he turned around to see Solomon with his back turned to him and standing a few feet away from a smiling MC and Asmo.

"Solomon?"

Solomon turned his head towards him, not enough to see him, but just enough to see to where his smirk was visible.

"Belphegor." His smirk dropped, the figures of MC and Asmo disintegrating into sand. His voice turned cold with simmering rage.

"Congratulations."

"You've invented a new kind of stupid. A damage you can never undo, kind of stupid. A open all the cages in the zoo, kind of stupid."

Half of his body turned him, leveling him with a brow raised, sarcastic and unbelieving glare. "A truly, you didn't think this through? Kind of stupid."

"Let's review:" he twirled his finger and the sand came together to form an angry Belphegor. "You took an excuse that you, and a few, people knew and used it to threaten a whole realm, which had done nothing to you."

Lucifer appeared, in his demon form, in front of the figure of Belphegor.

"And when your brothers learned to heal, you refused to."

He waved his hand, the scene disintegrating and the sand flowing over to the opposite direction when Solomons hand was splayed. Belphegor watched faceless figures appear.

"So scarred by what your 'enemies' will do to you. You're the only the enemy your family will lose too."

Belphegor didn't have time to respond as Solomon swung his hand a few inches forward making the sand shift into Mammon instead.

"You know why Mammon gets to do what he wants? He doesn't dignify your grief-ran taunts with a response!"

Solomon thrust his hand back to his side, "so yeah! Congratulations!" He sneered, taking a breath to cool his intensifying irritation.

Belphegor curled his hands into fists and growled, "Solomon-"

Solomon just turned his back to him, slamming his foot to the ground, and walked away "You've earned your distrust, congratulations-"

"I KNOW WHAT I DID, AND I'M TRYING TO FIX IT." Belphegor yelled, shoving his fingers into his chest. He panted, barely keeping his breath and frustration in check.

Solomon stopped, the temperature around them dropping a few degrees, the only sound being the light breeze that began to move the sand beneath them.

Solomons chuckle was void of amusement. He relaxed his brow and looked ahead of him. "Fix it?"

Solomon glanced back in Belphegors direction. He crossed his arms and sighed.

Belphegors attention was grabbed when a scene of Lucifer, his eyes sunken in and red rimmed, body on the edge of collapse at his desk, more disheveled than he would ever let anyone see him, appeared. And Mammon, seated on his bed with his head in clenched hands, puddles of tears beneath him, walls down completely, followed suit.

"Those two languished in their own guilt yet put it aside for their goal to protect ya."

Next stood Beelzebub and Leviathan, both sat with their backs to eachother with one photo album between with three pictures. One with their family as is sat outside of the album. The page on Beelzebubs side showed his family with Lilith in his place. And the one on Leviathans side showed his family with Lilith in his place instead.

"Sometimes they look up at the sky and think they should've died instead of Lilith."

Solomons hand returned to his side, his other snapped and summoned figures of Asmodeus and MC. Belphegor and Solomons eyes met for a second before Solomon glanced at the figures fondly.

"That doesn't wipe his tears or their year away, But I swore to protect them and I'm here to stay."

Solomon side glared Belphegor, "And do you know what I'm here to do?" He asked.

Belphegors hand reached out to the figures before he retracted them, curling his hand to a fist by his side instead. He looked at the ground through the tears in his eyes and grit his teeth. "Solomon-"

"I'm not here for you."

The sand spread apart to form each of the brothers one at a time

"I know your family like I know my mind. You will never find anyone as patient or as kind."

It shifted behind Solomon, forming a determined MC and a resolved Asmodeus.

"And a million years ago they said to me 'this life's mine.'"

"So I stood by..."

Solomons sadded tone slowly shifted into something furious. His nails digging into his palms and his shoulders going rigid. His fond eyes harded as soon as the sand hit the floor.

"Do you know why?!" The sand kicked up and swirled around the two, Solomons voice growing more enraged and blending with his magic flowing through the air.

Asmodeus' and MCs figures stood tall behind Solomon. "I love those two more than anything in this life! I will choose their happiness over mine every time!"

Belphegor did his best to steady himself against the swirling winds, Solomons voice raging in his ears and growing louder with each step he took towards him.

Solomon swung his hand to the side, and Belphegor was faced with his brothers and MC. "Your family-" "My family..." "Is the best thing in your life!"

Belphegor felt himself get yanked forward by his shirt and landed slightly below Solomons eyeline. Leaving Solomon to glare down at him with iced over eyes.

"So never lose sight of the fact that you have blessed with them by your side!" Solomon snarled.

He shoved Belphegor back and heaved a harsh breath. Belphegor felt himself cower from the floor below Solomon.

"Congratulations." Solomon growled "For the rest of your life-" he stabbed a finger into Belphegors chest as he knelt down face to face with him "-every sacrifice you make will be for your family who's still a-damn-live!"

He yanked his hand back to his side and sharply turned away. The sand abruptly fell to the floor and Belphegor rushed to his feet. Solomon quickly stormed out of reach only stopping to snap his fingers.

"Now, wake up."

That same day Solomon sat as if nothing happened while talking with Asmo and MC, who was telling about Belphegor waking up earlier than normal, ranting about some dream he had.

"And he randomly started apologizing for stuff, including the whole attic thing." MC said. Solomon just hummed.

"Solomon?" Asmo questioned, the sorcerer in questioned just smiled and glanced at the door, "what are you humming-"

"I've got the nail polished you asked for." Interrupted Belphi.

Solomon chuckled, smirking at Belphegor, and answered.

"Congratulations."

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Starring: Solomon

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story

( TW )

And when my time is up-

Imagine Solomon running his hand along the pages of a book. He wore a proud smile, seeing the author finally accomplished her dream. He knew she would do it, she had always been able to create riveting and rich tales, even since she was a child.

-have I done enough?

He remembered her vividly, under a tree while hiding from the sun, he listened to her go on for near hours about the fantasies she would dream in school or in her sleep. She told tales of dragons and knights, heros and villains, "and one day, I'll make one about you Solomon!"

"I can't wait."

Will they tell your story?

He still felt pride every time he read the memory through her words. Although, He doesn't remember being so heroic as she described him to be. Nor did he think he was deserving of the praises she sung. But that doesn't mean he loves it any less. He's re-read this story hundreds of times already, he's re-lived the memory hundreds of times already, yet it never gets old to him.

Oh, I can't wait to see you again...

Her dream was to become an author, a great one, one that weaved memories and enthralled readers in one shared world just from words alone. And that she did. He was proud of her, the person she had grown to be, and the person she once was.

It's only a matter of time.

He stood under a tree, one that had grown in the that had passed. It's leaves now providing more shade than they did back then. He gently placed the book onto the ground next to a newly growing flower. It wasn't until he saw wet spots appear on the hardcover book that he even recognized the melancholia that unconsciously bloomed.

Will they tell your story?

Even though he had tens of copies of each book she'd ever written, he still had trouble parting with this one. The one they had lived through together and she wrote by hand.

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?

He dusted off the grave stone, hands brushing over her ingraved name. He knew she had a good life, he made sure of it, he knew she accomplished her dream, the evidence was on his many shelves.

Will they tell your story?

He sat with her for a few more minutes, with the breeze to keep him company. So he admitted to the sun, the grass, and the breeze, that at times like these when those around him didn't have forever.

That he regretted being Immortal.

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story.

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Hurt/Comfort

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Starring: Solomon & MC

Perfect for You

Imagine Solomon sitting across from MC tapping his finger on a piece of homework that he long since finished. Watching MC scribble away on their own as minutes ticked by. He leaned back in his chair and hummed a song that came to mind.

"Our planet is poisoned beyond all repair, around and beneath and above you."

MC sang along, albeit distracted by work. "Henry that's true, and I totally care-"

Or they were until Solomon grabbed their hand and dropped his character. "I'm trying to tell you, I love you."

"What-"

"The world is at war, full of death and disease, we dance on the edge of destruction."

The act came back up almost as soon as it was down, if MC blinked they would've missed it. He lifted MC from their chair despite their protests.

"The globes getting warmer by deadly degrees!"

So MC resigned themself to the dance and picked up the act as well. "And this is one f*cked up seduction..."

Solomon smiled, "this planet is pretty much broken beyond all repair, but one thing is working," he sung, gesturing grandly towards MC "if you're standing there!"

"Perfect for you. I could be perfect for you. I might be lazy, a loner, a bit of a stoner-" MC chuckled before shaking it off "-it's true. But I might be perfect, I'll make myself perfect. Perfect for you."

MC saw it, when he dropped the act, but this time it didn't come back up. He continued to sing, "You square all the corners, I straighten the curves."

"You've got some nerve Henry, and I'm just all nerves!"

"But even if everything else turns to to dirt!"

The two held eachothers gaze for a second, Solomon smiling sadly and MC smiling with sincerity. "We'll be the one thing in this world that won't hurt..."

Solomon turned away, attempting to put up the act again, only to be met with MC who refused to let it come up again.

"I can't fix what's a f*cked up, But one thing I know I can do. I can be perfect for you..."

MC latched onto his hand as their face melted into something fond, "You know you are perfect for me...."

They gave into their own heart singing feelings and bumped heads. "Perfect for you."

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Starring: Solomon & Asmodeus

Rewrite the Stars

How do we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine? Nothing can keep us apart 'Cause you are the one I was meant to find

It's up to you-

Imagine the house of Lamination. Bustling with life, MC in the middle of it all, and Solomon with Asmo off to the side while the rest of his brothers fought over MC. A normal day really.

Even with Asmo elbowing Solomon attempting to get the sorcerer to agree to his promise. Solomon, although he normally never said no to the Avatar, stood by his resolve.

-And it's up to me. No one can say what we get to be! And why don't we rewrite the stars? Changing the world to be ours.

After all, what chance would he have when they had seven of the most powerful demons in the devildom, and their hearts, to choose from.

What would they gain from choosing him over the prince of the devildom, a reality bending butler, or a gentle angel who could whisk their problems away with a snap of his fingers. And all of which they would reunite with when they passed.

So, for what reason, would they possibly have to choose a human like him.

So he just laughed Asmo off, dismissively rolling his eyes when Barbatos shot him that knowing look, and sauntered away from the group.

You know I want you, It's not a secret I try to hide. But I can't have you. We're bound to break and my hands are tied...

Completely missing the longing look MC shot his back as they brushed off the demon brothers antics.

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More Fluff

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Starring: Solomon x MC

Runaway With Me

Imagine a sunset over a mountain, low sunlight peaking through the trees, and reflecting like fragments in Solomons gray eyes. MC and him sharing a picnic in a gentle breeze, overlooking the view from a mountain cliff. After hours of talking about everything and anything, a peaceful silence settling between the two.

Solomon eventually started singing a number from a musical he had re-watched earlier that month while searching for the perfect one. Musical staffs appearing and notes following suit to match the melody. A few danced around MC, urging them up out of their seated position, while Solomon sang through his amusement.

The fairy lights over head glowed in time with fireflies that rose from the ground, some even forming a makeshift halo around MCs head. A few landed on them, their nose, their top, their hand, giving them an ethereal glow. Almost like magic.

Solomon pulled his knees to his chest and layed his head in his palm, watching fondly as MC smiled and danced with his magic. Eyes holding nothing that's not somthin akin to affection for the sound of MCs laughter, any tension he held melting away when they glided with ease over the grass.

Solomons mind worked to memorize every detail of this. This fragile peace when their busy and rollercoaster of a life was left behind for a bit. When they didn't have to worry about a brother busting down the door or a fight erupting over their time. It was his favorite moment, when he and MC got some time alone, when he got to keep this joy for himself and engrave it into his mind.

The sun behind them even seemed to slow down to witness the performance. Drops of dew that had formed on leaves played back the image near perfectly as they too swayed along with the melody. The wind too fluttered to it, carrying the memory along wherever it went.

Solomon would hold and cherish these moments for the rest of his eternity. But for now, even this song is enough for him to forget about what the future may hold. So as he stands, taking MCs hand in his own to pull them into a dance, fireflies mixing with magic and rising from the ground, he steels his resolve.

Carefully twirling, the two sync almost immediately. A steady rhythm spilling from Solomons lips and springing to life on the musical staff that's now surrounding them. He dips MC only to then twirl them like a waltz, magic lightly twirling with them.

He pulled them into a waltz and let his voice boom as loud as his heart wished to sing for MC, with hope that even a sliver of the love he held for them shone through. Hands coming to cup their face and connect their forheads, over flowing emotion locked behind both of their gazes. He summoned a bit of magic and with a snap MC went drifting into the air while Solomon raised his arms as if lifting them up.

He spun them around while barely recognizing his cheeks beginning to hurt from how wide he was smiling.

He grabbed their hands and tugged them back down, wrapping his arms around them to lead them into a dip. Pulling them close to him, his voice softened into whispers only ment for their ears. He closed his eyes, relishing in this peace for however long it will last. Even when the song nearly came to its close, the musical staffs fizzled out, the fairy lights dimmed, the stars shone and blending with fireflies, Solomon softly sung.

I love you.

"Run away with me."

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Starring: Solomon & Witch SC

Defying Gravity

Imagine a sorcerer and a witch wandering through dulled walls of what once was. Solomon watched the sorcerers society get built from the ground up alongside his faithful friend. But never did he think it would come to be what it was today.

So he decided he'd had enough, storming down the hall to grab his broom from his closet, he made his decision to finally get out of there. His friends pleas for him to nail himself down to reality fell on deaf ears. He knew what he wanted to do and nothing was going to stop him.

That didn't mean he left without telling them goodbye. He even offered for them to join him, to redefine magic together, but they knew this place was their home. They wished eachother well, knowing that this goodbye wasn't forever with hope to meet again some day. And with one last hug, Solomon hopped onto his broom and flew down the dull, but no longer trapping, halls of what once was.

Leaving his natural trail of chaos behind him, he soared out of the doors and into the open sky. Ducking, dodging, and expertly countering any spells the others used to try and knock him out of the air as he cackled.

He only stopped infront of the moon, out of range any physical attacks, and looked down at the no-longer home he was leaving. Not an ounce of regret left to spend, he flicked them off with a satisfied expression and chuckled when his friend had to stiffle a giggle.

He flew off and never once stopped to look back since.

Although, MC was still confused as to wether that was a story he came up with or it was true. Every time they asked they only got a shrug in response from Solomon. And everytime he would always happen to hum a slightly familiar tune.

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Starring: Solomon

Tale As Old As Time

Imagine how many times Solomon lived this tale, even to its bitter end. Imagine how many times he witnessed it play out for others, watched it in a movie, seen it in a play, or listened to it in a musical. Imagine how many times he may have seen it play out, yet he never got sick of it.

It may have always been the same, or maybe it altered as time went on. But it never went away, it still lived on with the music he heard and sang, and the musicals he loved to watch and even act.

Sure, it was a tale for the ages and one that played somewhat the same no matter which timeline he was in.

But he would never get sick of hearing about the two souls who burned bright with eachother, or of the lost soul who grew into their own despite it all, or of the happy-go-lucky soul who made it its goal to fill the world with stories un-told.

He hummed, and sung. He smirked, and glared. He cried, and hurt. He lived to long, and loved and lost.

So he knows this tale and he knows it well, and in some cases he knew it well enough to hurt, yet he wouldn't change a thing.

Tale as old as time, Tune as old as song. Bittersweet and strange, Finding you can change, Learning you were wrong.

From Lucifers grumbles to Daivolos hearty laughter. From Mammons faked annoyance to Leviathans passionate rambling. The flipping pages of Satans newest read, Asmos playfully offended gasps. Belphis snarky remarks that lacked any bite, Beels joyful noises as he listened to Lukes glee filled ranting and giggles. Simeons fond sigh at the familiar chaos around him, and your not-so-stiffled laughter.

Certain as the sun, rising in the east. Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme. Beauty and the beast.

Even with everything the same, he knew he wouldn't change a thing.

Tale as old as time / Song as old as Rhyme.

Not when it lead to a happy ending like this.

Beauty and the Beast.

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The Outtakes!

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Starring: Spontaneous ideas

Candy store ( Heathers ): Solomon, Satan, and Lucifer coming together become RADs most feared mean girls group. / Solomon, Asmo, and MC performing for the sake of why not.

Being in Love ( The Music Man ): Solomon sitting in his room while reading, music peacefully playing in the background, while sipping some hot coco. / flashbacks of Solomons past loves and his new one.

Rewrite the Stars / angst ( The Greatest Showman ): MC trying to convince Solomon that they will find a way to make it work, despite any and all obstacles with Asmo backing them up. Only for MC to be pulled away due to a brother needing something, leaving Solomon alone, and Asmo slightly running out of patience.

Defying Gravity ( Wicked ): Solomon and Asmo being Levis wingmen in their quest to finally get him to confess to MC. And being so proud when Levi finally does it. All while playing Mario kart. / Solomon performing along side MC in a RAD school play with extras and side characters. / A more in-depth version of what was written playing out to the actual song.

I Put A Spell On You ( Hocus Pocus ): Mischievous and actively shady Solomon causing problems on purpose all throughout both the devildom and the human realm. And no one can stop him because he's just that much of a menace.

Come little children ( Hocus Pocus ): Solomon working with Belphi to help rid Luke and a few others of their nightmares while soothing the children to sleep / Solomon helping a few lost souls find their way back to the reapers cave where they belonged. ( might've involved some OCs from @/symphonicmetal101 and @/etcrow )

A Dream Is Wish Your Heart Makes ( Cinderella ): Solomon dancing with MC in the privacy of Diavolos ball room with Barbatos and Diavolo as his wingmen. / Solomon wingmanning for Teen!MC. / Solomon stargazing with MC, Simeon, and Luke while performing some magic by making the stars dance.

Perfect for You ( Next to Normal ): Solomon and MC in a post apocalyptic world. Solomon singing about how he's kinda sad the world got wrecked but he's glad to have MC there with him.

Perfect for You Reprise ( Next to Normal ): Solomon and MC get back together after a not so rough breakup where they both just needed time to heal.

Cell Block Tango ( Chicago ): Solomon sings the murderesses versus while Satan debates wether or not they should be punished for it. / Solomon recognizing a book Satan was reading and introducing him to the musical. / Solomon creating an illusion play for RADs Halloween festival.

Get Down ( SIX ): Solomon hyping up Get Down while singing his lungs out in the castle. And Barbatos brings it up whenever it comes to mind, sometimes even uncalled for. / Solomon teaching MC the history of the six wives through some magic and their respective songs, including SIX at the end. Adding facts or correcting mistakes afterwards.

Ya Got Trouble ( The Music Man ): Diavolo being impressed by Solomons skill in multitasking talking, singing, and nailing the part under his breath while finishing up a project.

Runaway With Me ( The Mad Ones / The Unauthorized Autobiography of Samantha Brown ): Solomon proposing to MC / Solomon asking MC if they wanted to run away from the devildom and live in the human realm with him. / Solomon comforting MC after a fight they had with brothers, MC venting about the events of S1, and Solomon offering to take them to the human realm with him.

My Wonderful Pain in the As* ( Mr. Saturday Night ): Solomon and MC reciting the entire number while Asmo and Lucifer just nod along. / Solomon being exasperated with Mammons and MCs antics, while also being reminded of the song.

Anything You Can Do ( Annie Get Your Gun ): Solomon forcing Lucifer to perform with him and, to his suprise, Lucifer actually agrees. Entertaining the rest of the group with Solomons shananagins and Lucifer nearly ending his Immortal life when he kicked him in the shins. / Solomon getting bullied by resident child Teen!MC, and getting kicked in the shins.

AN - Yeah, I might write a part two of this. And I might do this with other characters if I can find any songs to fit them... Sorry if Solomon was ooc at times, I simply was having too much fun.

Divider credit - X

#obey me shall we date #omswd #om solomon #obey me solomon #gn!mc #om leviathan #om asmodeus #om beelzebub #om belphegor #om lucifer #om mammon #om satan #om simeon #om luke #side characters

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Heathers (1988) - Pencarian Jati Diri Berujung Tragedi

Lingkungan dan masyarakat membuat remaja seolah-olah dituntut menjadi manusia sempurna. Fisik, popularitas, dan talenta; 3 hal yang cukup krusial dalam keberlangsungan kehidupan sosial remaja, sesuatu yang selalu di damba-dambakan. Jikalau memiliki salahsatunya, kalian bisa cukup merasa tenang. Apabila memiliki ketiganya, kalian bisa hidup dengan tentram.

Ironi kehidupan remaja ini tergambar jelas pada film-film komedi remaja Amerika berkonsep hirarki sosial yang populer dari tahun 1980an-sampai sekarang. Tulisan kali ini akan menganalisa dan menkritik fenomena sosial pada Heathers (1988), salahsatu pelopor film komedi remaja Amerika dengan hirarki sosial pada ‘Most Popular Female Clique in High School’.

Sedikit latar belakang, Heathers lahir dan berlatar di tahun 80an akhir. Bisa dikatakan Heathers adalah Ibu dari Jawbreaker (1999) serta nenek dari Mean Girls (2004) dan film-film sosial remaja Amerika lainnya. Ketiga film tersebut sangat bertopang pada karakter yaitu elemen penggerak cerita yang paling kuat.

Ada The Alpha; si pemimpin yang punya kuasa. Merupakan (1) Heather Chandler dari Heathers, (2) Courtney Shayne dari Jawbreaker, dan (3) Regina George dari Mean Girls. Lalu Second in Command; si paling merasa berhak atas kekuasaan kedua. Adalah (1) Heather Duke dari Heathers, (2) Marcie Fox dari Jawbreaker, dan (3) Gretchen Wieners dari Mean Girls. Selanjutnya Hot and Dim; cantik tapi bodoh. (1) Heather McNamara dari Heathers, (2) Julie Freeman dari Jawbreaker, dan (3) Karen Smith dari Mean Girls. Yang terakhir adalah The Interloper; si penyusup. Sebuah karakter yang memegang andil paling kuat dalam kemunculan konfilk, adalah (1) Veronica Sawyer dari Heathers, (2) Vylette dari Jawbreaker, dan (3) Cady Heron dari Mean Girls.

Maraknya fenomena ‘Most Popular Female Clique in High School’ dengan hirarki sosial beranggotakan tiga orang dengan satu orang outsider, serta kemunculan jejak dan pola yang hampir mirip pada penciptaan karakter dalam dua film iconic setelah Heathers, membuktikan bahwa film yang disutradarai oleh Michael Lehmann ini mempunyai pengaruh yang cukup besar dalam film teenage comedy dari awal munculnya sampai detik ini. Dengan pengaruh sebesar itu, apa yang membuat Heathers lebih dari sekedar film komedi remaja biasa? Pendekatan apa yang Heathers pakai dalam motivasi menyentil kehidupan sosial remaja yang absurd dan chaotic?

Heathers mampu mentransfer pesan berisi akibat dari kenakalan, kenaifan, ketidakpedulian, dan kekonyolan hasrat dari remaja dengan sangat beautifully tragic dengan sepercik komedi satir. Ya betul, berbeda dengan kedua film yang membuntuti nya Heathers merupakan film dengan genre utama black comedy dan tragedi.

Remaja, Komedi, dan Tragedi.

Menarik bukan? Heathers menyatukan 3 unsur tersebut dengan sangat baik melalui karakter Veronica yang merupakan cerminan remaja; sibuk mencari jati diri dan mementingkan hasrat konyol yang hanya timbul untuk sementara. Hasrat Veronica untuk menjadi populer membutakan hati kecilnya yang suci, yang sebetulnya peduli pada sekelilingnya dan dengan baik mengetahui yang buruk dan benar. Namun seolah buta, Veronica tetap berdiri dibelakang punggung Heather Chandler; si ketua geng perempuan paling populer di sekolah. Bak kerbau di cucuk hidungnya, Veronica tetap menurut dengan tujuan mendapat sebuah pengakuan. Mengorbankan kenyaman diri sendiri, Veronica berdalih bahwa ini adalah sebuah simbiosis mutualisme yang saling menguntungkan. Meski begitu, hal tersebut tidak bertahan lama, disini karakteristik adolescence pada karakter Veronica kembali tergambar yaitu labil dan tidak punya pendirian. Terbukti ketika dirinya berfokus untuk membenci Heather Chandler meski hanya dalam tulisan dan imajinasinya.

“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Teresa?” -Heather Chandler.

Pucuk dicinta ulam pun tiba, Jason Dean atau J.D. muncul pada hari-hari Veronica dan mampu mewujudkan deepest darkest desire Veronica dalam memusnahkan Heather Chandler dan adikara nya dan membuat kematian Heather Chandler seolah-olah merupakan pelopor dari fenomena teenage suicide. Namun, ntah mengapa setelah kematian Heather Chandler, Veronica semakin merasa buruk. Tetapi seolah terlena Veronica semakin gencar melangsungkan aksi Bonnie and Clyde-nya Bersama J.D. dan membunuh kedua lelaki paling populer sekaligus brengsek di sekolah dan lagi-lagi membuat alibi palsu bahwa keduanya merupakan homoseksual yang lelah menyembunyikan kebenaran dan bunuh diri bersama-sama.

Semua ini Veronica lakukan dalam pengaruh J.D. yang sekali lagi merupakan senggolan pada ironisnya kehidupan remaja, dimana kadang tanpa sadar remaja saling memanipulasi dan termanipulasi untuk melakukan hal-hal yang sangat beresiko. Hubungan J.D. dan Veronica juga merupakan gambaran jelas mengenai fenomena toxic relationsip yang bukan hanya sering terjadi pada remaja tetapi juga pada orang dewasa.

“I can’t believe you did it. I was teasing. I loved you. Of course, I was coming up here to kill you.” -Jason Dean.

Belum cukup disitu, kemunculan karakter Martha Dunnstock yang sepertinya hanya angin lalu sebenarnya mempunyai makna dan maksud yang sangat penting dalam film ini. Merupakan sebuah puncak ironi, bahwa seorang remaja wanita yang memiliki berat badan berlebih dan tidak memiliki 3 hal krusial remaja yaitu fisik yang di dambakan mayoritas, popularitas, dan talenta yang mungkin tidak bisa Ia tunjukkan karena ketidakadilan sosial yang Ia terima, seorang remaja wanita yang setiap harinya mendapat perundungan dan hidupnya hanya dijadika lelucon bagi orang-orang disekitarnya, mencoba mengakhiri hidupnya dan gagal. Hal ini sebenarnya merupakan sebuah alarm bagi manusia untuk sudah sepatutnya memanusiakan manusia. Tetapi mirisnya, remaja-remaja yang sudah dibutakan akan popularitas dan kesenangan ini hanya menganggap bahwa yang Martha lakukan adalah sebuah batu loncatan untuk menjadi populer, mengikuti jejak dari ketiga remaja populer lainnya yang ‘bunuh diri’.

Heather McNamara yang notabenenya merupakan anggota dari ‘Most Popular Female Clique in High School’ juga memiliki intensi untuk mengakiri hidupnya, seolah segala masalah hidup yang telah Ia coba kubur selama ini, kembali ter-trigger dari kematian dari Heather Chandler.

Sadar atas perbuatannya pada rentetan tragedi yang bak domino effect, Veronica mulai menjauhkan diri dari J.D., menyatukan dirinya dan berubah menjadi pribadi yang kuat dan mampu mengambil keputusan. Disini, character development pada Veronica terlihat jelas. Namun J.D. tidak senang akan hal itu dan J.D. tidak akan semudah itu melepas ‘barang kesayangannya’. Inilah titik permulaan dari fase lovers to enemies J.D. dan Veronica. Setelah melalui rangkaian pergelutan, Veronica berfikir dirinya sudah menyelamatkan satu sekolah dari rencana busuk J.D, namun Veronica keliru. J.D adalah J.D si manusia cerdik dengan segudang rencana cadangan. Akhirnya, J.D, si psikopat malang yang haus akan kasih sayang meledakkan diri tepat di depan Veronica, di depan Gedung sekolahan Westerburg High School, tempat semua tragedi ini terjadi. Kematian J.D. menjadi akhir dari kisah ini, sebuah kisah dari sudut pandang seorang remaja yang masih mencari jati dirinya yaitu, Veronica Sawyer.

Veronica: “You know what I want, babe?” J.D.: “What?” Veronica: “Cool guys like you out of my life.”

Sebelum chaos menyergap kehidupan siwa-siswi Westerburg High School, sebenarnya film ini sudah cukup menunjukan ke-kompleks-an kehidupan remaja dari penggambaran penyakit mental depresi pada beberapa karakter serta bulimia pada karakter Heather Duke, kemudian sebuah visualisasi nyata atas fakta yang sebenar-benarnya terjadi mengenai gun violence remaja Amerika yang masih menjadi topik mengundang duka sampai detik ini.

Kejanggalan yang unik seperti mengapa tiga nama depan anggota gang Heathers adalah Heather merupakan cerminan bahwa remaja adalah sekumpulan orang-orang yang rumit yang saling meyakinkan satu sama lain bahwa apa yang mereka lakukan adalah sebuah perilaku yang sangat keren seolah mereka telah berhasil menyelamatkan satwa yang hampir punah atau memberhentikan pemanasan global. Padahal yang mereka lakukan hanya sebatas menggunakan nama dan pakaian yang sama, mengatur pola pikir dan perilaku yang setipe, dan membangun kepercayaan masyarakat akan hirarki sosial yang telah mereka bangun. Kejanggalan lainnya adalah pada film ini, fenomena bunuh diri bukan sesuatu fenomena yang spesial, tetapi dianggap angin lalu saja karena intensitasnya yang cukup tinggi. Hal ini menjadikan Heathers cerminan besar yang memprediksi kehidupan remaja yang tak lekang oleh waktu.

Terakhir, salah satu kutipan paling relevan dari Heathers,

“Whether to kill yourself or not is one of the most important decisions a teenager can make.”

#heathers #heathers1988 #movie review #viewomine

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1. Who was the last person you held hands with? My gf

2. Are you outgoing or shy? Very shy unless I'm comfortable around them

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? My gf on Tuesday

4. Are you easy to get along with? I would like to think so

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? Mallory

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Mmmnm girls typically kind and sweet ones

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? Most def

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? Lmao no

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Depends on who I'm talking to

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? My gf Mallory

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? Good night babe 😙

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? If I can't have you, poetry by dead men, dura remix, bilingue, please me

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? God yes and my gf does it all the damn time

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Idk it would be nice but sometimes it just kinda feels like were all just going through the motions and stuff like that just eases the pain and hopelessness

15. What good thing happened this summer? I lost a shit ton of weight

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? A million times

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? It would be naive to believe that there isn't the universe is fucking huge

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? Lmfaooo no

19. Do you like bubble baths? Yeah but I gotta shower first. The idea of sitting in body soup makes me queasy.

20. Do you like your neighbors? Fuck no they're horrible people but my rent is cheap 🤷‍♀️

21. What are you bad habits? Over thinking and second guessing are at the top of the list

22. Where would you like to travel? Sooooo many places Florida is the worst get me out

23. Do you have trust issues? Yeah I guess so but I will trust those who treat me right

24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Going the fuck to sleep

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? My thighs

26. What do you do when you wake up? Say good morning to Mallory then go pee

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? This is a kinda fucked up question but I mean I guess I don't like being this pale but I also like being inside so

28. Who are you most comfortable around? My gf and my mom

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Yes and I blocked that bitch 🤷‍♀️

30. Do you ever want to get married? Yep

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? Lmao no I'm too butch to have long hair anymore but I'm still pretty soft

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? I tried a threesome once in college and it was not a good time so no thanks. One girl at a time for me.

33. Spell your name with your chin. U8u7fw nailed it

34. Do you play sports? What sports? I used to play basketball but I'm too lazy so

35. Would you rather live without TV or music? Fuck off that's impossible I'm a millennial

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Oh definitely

37. What do you say during awkward silences? Depends on who it is

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? I'm lucky because I'm already dating her 😍 long hair, blue eyes, working her dream job and super passionate about it, the epitome of sweet and kind, very good kisser, great listener, my little spoon, so fucking smart, knows the difference between your and you're, holds me when I need it, fixes my headaches, and she loves me back.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Publix and target

40. What do you want to do after high school? Bitch I graduated in 2005 I've already changed careers once and I'm about to do it again

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Yeah unless they diddle kids or hurt women

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? I'm angy or sad

43. Do you smile at strangers? You know that white person passing you in the hallway smile

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Fuck the ocean honestly so many things can bite or sting me

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? Making money and seeing my gf

46. What are you paranoid about? Hahahaha so much

47. Have you ever been high? Yeah long time ago

48. Have you ever been drunk? Mhm

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Not really

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? I literally only wear black and grey everything

51. Ever wished you were someone else? Oh definitely

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? Smaller boobs

53. Favourite makeup brand? Lmao I haven't worn makeup since college

54. Favourite store? Bitch I already answered this

55. Favourite blog? Hmmmm I can't choose y'all bitches are funny

56. Favourite colour? Grey

57. Favourite food? Hmmm salad and mashed potatoes. I also love Mexican food.

58. Last thing you ate? Caprese salad

59. First thing you ate this morning? Pussy, next question

60. Ever won a competition? For what? Lmao a lot of music competitions and also water skiing

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? Lmao no I'm too scared to get in trouble

62. Been arrested? For what? I've never even been pulled over so no

63. Ever been in love? Yep

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? It was behind the big tire on the playground so no one would see. Lasted .5 seconds and we never talked again.

65. Are you hungry right now? Nah

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? Yeah

67. Facebook or Twitter? Neither

68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now? Always

70. Names of your bestfriends? Mallory, Chris and Kjersten

71. Craving something? What? Reeses with the pieces inside that shit slaps

72. What colour are your towels? Grey

72. How many pillows do you sleep with? One for my head and one for in between my legs

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? Nope

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? None

75. Favourite animal? Puppies and kitties

76. What colour is your underwear? Grey and blue

77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Chocolate covered cherry

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? I'm not wearing a shirt

80. What colour pants? No pants either just boxers and a sports bra

81. Favourite tv show? Fuck you I can't choose

82. Favourite movie? Texas chainsaw

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? Why would you even ask me this the original obviously

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? Mean girls

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? Gretchen wieners

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Dory

87. First person you talked to today? Mallory

88. Last person you talked to today? Mallory

89. Name a person you hate? My boss and the majority of my colleagues

90. Name a person you love? My gf

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? Nah I don't really like punching ppl

92. In a fight with someone? No

93. How many sweatpants do you have? I'm a lesbian so a lot

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? Idk like 10ish?

95. Last movie you watched? Rocky horror

96. Favourite actress? So many

97. Favourite actor? Why tf do some people still separate this by gender

98. Do you tan a lot? Lmao no

105. Ever been to a bonfire party? Yeah I live in the south

99. Have any pets? Yep a dog and 2 cats

100. How are you feeling? Slept literally all day so I can't sleep but my headache is finally gone 🙌

101. Do you type fast? Yeah

102. Do you regret anything from your past? Mhm

103. Can you spell well? I would like to think so

104. Do you miss anyone from your past? My grandparents

#i should be sleeping #but i did this instead #get to know me yall #im an idiot #long post

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