#oj answers things

[hotel-oj-official]

Tell me what you love about Paper

Well we’d be here for a while. I’ve always appreciated how helpful and sweet he is, even in the most difficult of situations. He’s also quite honest with me. I couldn’t ask for anyone better.

He also has stripes………YAY!!,!

[hotel-oj-official]

I thought tonight was stew night?

I’m not sure we have enough extra supplies to go of schedule, it was awkward enough have to ask Tea Kettle for another dozen eggs.

Watcha cookin?

Soup.

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[untrustynickel]

made some doodles of that one idea you had teehee

AAAAAAAAAAAAA I love these A Lot like actually, thank you omg

[mikan-manderin]

What made you begin liking Dilwyn? His personality, his looks, combination of the two?

probably his personality. hes just so. ahh. hes so cute and sweet and kind an-

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Warnings // Suggestions and talk of smut // Talk of murder, violence, genocide, rape, sexual abuse & sexual assault // Profanity // Slight grieving // Angst

Word Count // 5.8k

Inspo // No real inspo. It was just something about Roman in a cage that did something to me. And I rewatched Presumed Innocent on Apple TV and got in my detective bag lol.

A/N // I tried to not to be too graphic as I know a lot of people can’t stomach certain things. If you can watch an episode of Criminal Minds or Law & Order, then you should be good. Happy reading bitches!💗

Chapter Two // Disclaimer // The Tribal Killer Masterlist // Roman Reigns Masterlist // Join My Taglist // Main Masterlist

“We’re gonna be right here the whole time. Listening to everything." Juno's direct supervisor and mentor, District Attorney Leah Williams, assured her nodding toward the numerous screens beside them. All with different angles of him. He hung from the top of the cage's bars, doing pull-ups from what she could see. She quickly averted her eyes back to Williams, not wanting to fixate on him too long. It was pointless as she was minutes away from being in the room with him face to face.

"Okay."

Williams rested loving hands on both of Juno's arms like a mother sending her child off on the first day of school would. Her eyes went big to make sure her apprentice heard and digested every word. "Its gonna seem like you're alone, but we're right here."

“I know,” Juno matched her head movements, nodding.

“He makes you uncomfortable—if he tries anything, you pull the plug. You understand?”

“This isn’t her first rodeo, Williams.” Both women smiled at one another. “I hand picked her myself,” Hunter Blanch, the Attorney General vouched for her. “She’s ready.” He threw a wink her way and her smile deepened. 

Her mission was simple. Get him to confess. To trip up at the very least. And if he didn’t? If he gave her just one reason to believe he was innocent? She was going to do what Juno always did. Follow her heart.

She’d have to make the impossible decision of whether or not she would represent him. Being the newest and youngest to join the Oakland County Prosecuting Attorney’s office, the answer should’ve been clear. Hell no.

Not only is it a conflict of interest, given her current role as an Assistant District Attorney, supposed to be representing the state; but she also didn’t know in her heart if she was even capable of defending the opposition.

Fresh out of law school two years ago, after getting eaten alive in the courtroom on one of her first cases as a Defense Attorney, she vowed to never switch teams again. It scared her right into working for the government, where she deemed it safe. But safe was just so unfulfilling.

And with this particular case and this particular suspect, she already knew. It was suicide. She couldn’t afford for her fresh career, working with the government now, to take such a hit. They’d lose. Get blown out. Her career would be over before it even started and no one would take the young, black, female attorney seriously ever again.

On the off chance that they did win, with all the attention the case has already gained, she’d be branded a legend at just twenty-eight. Her mind rewound back to just minutes ago, walking up the steps of the holding facility, trying to finesse her way through the crowd of reporters and protesters alike. National and local news stations with cameras and microphones shoved in her face. Blanch gave a brief statement.

“The Oakland County detectives have been more than diligent in finding the monster who’s responsible for the death of nineteen young women, right here in Michigan. The DA’s Office plans on doing the rest. Thank you, everyone.”

Juno fantasized about what it would look like to defend him. They’d talk about this case for years to come. Like the OJ trial. Casey Anthony. They already seen her face and knew her name. Juno Accardi. The young apprentice going in to slay the beast. But what if she was the young apprentice going in to tame it? Free it?

It was a textbook serial killer case. He was the perfect suspect. Roman Anoa'i. Thirty-eight year old, semi-truck driver, who grew up right in the heart of the area where the murders took place. He knew the area. He knew most of the girls. Even grew up with some of them.

Never married. No kids. Lived a very isolated life. Spent most of his days on the road. Routine deliveries in and out of the city, across other midwestern states, and more importantly in and out of the Isabella Reservation, where all of the victims lived or were from.

Elise White. She was the first victim found over half a year ago. A Saginaw Chippewa tribe member who was born and raised on the Reservation, Sheriffs found her body on the side of I-75 after an anonymous tip. She was completely naked, covered in her own blood, and her silhouette was outlined with red orchids. Almost like the kind that you’d find on a Lei. She was stabbed over ten times and the coroner found evidence of sexual assault occurring before and after her death.

Nineteen. That’s the number of girls he did this to. They were almost always the same. Indigenous from the Reservation, unmarried, and anywhere between the ages of nineteen to thirty-seven. The Tribal Killer. That’s the name the public had branded him before he was even caught.

It took a while for the detectives to connect the dots, but they did. He was almost always alone, so he never had a solid alibi. He already had a record. The semi-truck was the perfect location to spend time alone with the victims. He fit the description of the anonymous man that everyone recalled seeing a number of the victims with. And the things the detectives found while raiding his home and truck, sealed the deal. He was guilty before they ever even considered him innocent.

It was an easy win for the state. So, Williams handed it down to Juno, hoping to help get her feet wet and make her mark. But a young and ambitious Juno saw it differently.

The night before, Juno stayed up almost until she saw the sun. Switching between a mug of black coffee and a glass of white wine. Files on top of files decorated her living room floor, the coffee table, her kitchen table and even some on the couch. All with the most minute, dark, gory and salacious details of the entire case from the very beginning. Victim one all the way to victim nineteen.

She read all of it. Once—twice—five more times, until it was burned into her memory like a fraternity member getting branded. Pictures of the victims pale-faced, naked and bloody all over her small high-rise. ME reports telling horror stories of the murders.

She didn’t know why, but she could feel it. She could feel them. All the women he killed. She dreamed about them. Saw each and every one of their faces clearly. Heard their voices. In some way it was like they were asking her to solve the case. Almost as if they were telling her that they had the wrong guy.

Williams always did warn her. She said every lawyer would get that one case. The one that would stick with them. The one that would make or break their career. They’d obsess over it. It would consume them. That’s exactly what was happening.

Juno could feel it in her bones. Whatever decision she made next would change the entire course of her life. For better or worse, was still unclear.

She hadn’t informed her colleagues, and especially not Williams her mentor, of the decision she dangled in her mind. She’d talk her out of it. Her position in the office would be in limbo for sure. No one likes a turncoat. Even the government and sleazy politicians despise that.

"Ma'am we ask that you stay at least six feet from the cage at all times. He shouldn’t be in the possession of any items, but in the unusual case that he is, we ask that you do not accept any items from him, nor offer any to him…" The armed guard recited like a robot. Juno zoned out after a while. She had heard all of these warnings before while visiting suspects. None like him, though. She didn’t know exactly how, but she could feel that he was different from the others.

After his speech the guard unlocked the steel door, but didn’t open it yet. Juno closed her eyes and breathed deep. In through her nose, out through her mouth. "Breathe, Ju," she coached herself. "He's just a man."

When she opened her eyes, the guard looked at her expectantly. She nodded, giving him the okay to open the door. Walking through it, the heels of her black stilettos echoed on the dark epoxy coated concrete like bombs.

The room was cold and black. So dark she couldn’t see how wide or far back it stretched, but every echo of her steps let her know she'd have serious ground to cover if she had to get out fast.

All she could see was him. A single light casted over the steel cage they had him confined in. The heavy door she came in slammed shut, causing her to jump and stop in place. Checking behind her for the guard was no use. She couldn’t see shit. She waited for the dramatic music of a horror film when the white blonde called out, "who's there?" It was fitting. But all she got back was the sound of her own heartbeat.

The man in the cage was unaffected. His rhythmic grunts continued as he pulled himself up and down from the bars atop of the cage. His tanned upper body shone from sweat, as it was uncovered, leaving his orange jumper falling around his waist. The entire left side of his body was burdened with the dark ink of tribal tattoos.

Juno pressed her mouth shut when it went agape watching the muscles in his back dance every time he pulled himself up. She took the last step to the cage that she felt she needed to, then took an extra step back to account for the six feet. On cue, he let go of the bars and landed on his feet with a slight thud.

A man his size looked unnatural behind bars. He was built like a superhero that could bend the bars to his will and escape if he wanted to. His muscles had muscles. Veins thick, protruding from his hands to his neck. His left hand shook and his towering frame turned in her direction, making her forget to breathe for a second.

He looked much different than the pictures the news had showcased for the past two weeks. His hair wasn’t as long, it was now shoulder length. His beard no longer clean cut, but thicker, untamed and scruffier. Still, it was like seeing the inside of the Vatican for the first time. He was beautiful. Almost in an ancient and haunting way.

“When they said they were sending in an attorney from the state,” he poked his plump lips out while shaking his head. The damp curls moving with him. “You are not what I had in mind, baby.”

He used the dangling sleeve of his jumper to wipe off his forehead and large hands. "I was thinking more like a man with a bald spot in a too big suit. Much like that piece of shit who came in here yesterday and said he would defend me."

His voice was hypnotizing. It was rough and somehow soothing. He was just above a whisper and still commanding. Juno hadn't realized how long she was watching his mouth until she saw his top lip curl into a smirk.

"Huh?" She asked, not even knowing if he said something else.

The light chuckle that left him, made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. "What is your name?"

"…Juno… Juno Accardi."

"Italian?"

"My father is, yes."

It was unnatural the way he disarmed her that quickly. Just a minute ago she was planning an emergency escape route and suddenly he finessed her name and heritage in under thirty seconds. She snapped upright, reminding herself of not just the circumstance, but just how charismatic and charming serial killers could be.

She squatted to drop the briefcase she forgot she held at her feet. She could feel his eyes sticking to her with every move as she pulled out the file that had all the most recent details of the upcoming trial and stood back at full height. Flicking through the papers, she gave herself a silent pep talk. It was showtime.

“Are you aware that they’re fighting to give you the needle?” He nodded. “So, then you know the severity of this case?”

“I’on really understand what all the fuss is about.” He crossed his muscular arms over his massive pecks, leaning a broad shoulder to the cage’s steel bars. “Now all of a sudden they care what happens to the indigenous? Just a few centuries ago a whole group of them came and did the same things. Raped and pillaged an entire culture.”

“Are you saying you chose Native women because you knew you’d get away with it? That no one would be looking for them anyway?”

He chucked to himself dodging her first attempt of an accusative left hook. “No, baby. I’m saying whoever did, knew no one would give a shit really. That they’d be able to get a few down before it ever caught any traction. Imagine their surprise when they see their work on CNN. Whole world in a frenzy about a bunch of indigenous women raped and murdered, when that’s always been the case. Fucking America.”

“You seem very passionate about the topic. Genocide.”

“I just pay attention, is all.”

“Attention to detail is a shared trait amongst most serial killers."

He laughed out loud this time. “Where’d you learn that, huh? That fancy law school teach you that? Oh no, wait. Maybe that expensive historically black college?”

His revelation of where she spent nearly five years studying criminology shook her. She kept her slim face unmoved as best she could. Still, an unspoken dance of cat and mouse lingered between them. He was limited to the bars of the cage, but it couldn’t be more obvious who was in control. Her thoughts were loud to him. He could see the exact moment he knocked her off her square.

“Like I said. I just pay attention.” He gestured his head slightly down and shot eyes to her briefcase that laid on the floor by her feet. The dainty HU’19 charm hung on the side. A gift from her mother who was also Howard alumna. She’s had the briefcase for years now. Latched the charm on the hook of the strap proudly. Still, she forgot most days that it existed there.

"So," he continued placing two large hands out on the bars in front of him. "You're the pretty bitch that’s gonna prove to everyone that I killed those girls." She wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement. "The one that’s gonna get me killed." Juno didn’t even flinch at the name she was called. She had heard far worse in her line of work.

"Actually…" She licked her lips that somehow became dry. "I wanna help you."

Blanch crossed his arms, locking eyes with Williams. The lead detective on the case, Rich Wheatley, squinted at the screens before him. "What is she doing?" Wheatley asked them.

“Easy, boys. She’s just building rapport. Trust tactic,” Williams assured Blanch and the officers watching the screens with her as the energy in the room became uneasy. Although, in her mind she feared the young girl had gone rogue. She was always too ambitious for her own good. She silently prayed that all her guidance and wisdom was enough to steer her in what she saw as the right track. She had handed Juno, a fellow black woman in a white, male-dominated field, the perfect opportunity. She had no idea Juno had plans to fumble it.

Roman raised a thick eyebrow. Juno tried her best not to stare at the distracting, protruding veins on his arms, still visible from his workout. "That’s not why they sent you in here."

She shook her head. "No. No its not. But I'm doing it anyway."

“You don’t think I did it.” He stated more than inquired, like he already knew the answer.

“I don’t think you’re entirely guilty. But I also don’t think you’re innocent either.” Something between a scoff and a chuckle left him.

“I like you Juno.” He spoke her name like he knew her all his life. His darks eyes lazily scanned her entire silhouette, eliciting goosebumps to form on her skin.  She silently thanked her past self for choosing the long-sleeved button up. He wasn’t hiding the deliberate hard stop on her semi-exposed breast. A thick tongue snaked out to lick his pink bottom lip. “You’re the exact type I would go for…”

“Go for?” Her brows pinched together.

“To fuck,” he clarified. Her heartbeat quickened. “Late night at a bar. Young, ambitious, studious woman unsure of herself, that likes to bite off more than she can chew.” He set the scene for her and every word he spoke had her hanging off the edge of her seat, ready to lean into the steel bars. There was underlying sex appeal in every word he spoke. Everything about him was erotic. “Your line of work gets pretty hectic. Long days and long nights. Probably in there just trying to let a load off. I’d come up and offer you a better way to relieve the tension.”

Juno couldn’t help but to visualize the picture he painted of them. "I wouldn’t take you to my house. Nah, I wouldn’t be able to wait that long for it. I'd buss it down right in the parking lot. Bend you over on the side of the building." Williams shook her head as she fought the urge to pull the plug herself.

“You have a very nice face. Big eyes. Naturally pouty lips,” he told her before biting on his own. “I'd have to turn you around just to watch it. Wouldn’t wanna pull out but I would. Finish right on that pretty face.”

Juno swallowed the lump in her throat and nearly choked from it being so dry. Such vile words surely shouldn’t have aroused her. But no client had ever elicited these kinds of emotions from her. A murderer. It was forbidden territory.

In school she’d read about girls falling for these kinds of men. Writing them love letters as they rotted in a dirty cell. Showing up to trial in skimpy clothing to get the accused’s attention. Bundy had a whole fan club. An eighty year old Manson got married while incarcerated for some of the most heinous crimes America has seen. Women can be very strange. The things they become attracted to can change the entire course of their life and alter their psyche.

Although eliciting an most foreign feeling, Roman’s words were not foreign to her ears. She’s heard worse. Clients getting frustrated and threatening her. A prisoner she visited to conduct research having a manic episode, giving her a play by play of how they would slit her throat and then have their way with her dead body.

Ignoring the friction of her now stiff nipples on the fabric of her lace bra, she cleared her throat before speaking up again. “Is that how you got Laura Bernard?” Victim number eleven. A young single mother left her only son with her sister to go out to a bar for a drink and never came back. A week later her body was found stabbed multiple times with evidence of sexual assault. Her silhouette outlined with red orchids. Just like the ten unlucky victims before her.

The bartender and other patrons in attendance recalled seeing her talking with a large man. Not pale enough to be Caucasian, they said. They were seen leaving together. No one could remember the mystery man’s face or any other distinct details about him. The eyewitnesses were unreliable anyway. They had all been intoxicated the night of the incident.

The significance of Laura Bernard to Roman? He admitted to the officers that brought him in, that he had slept with Laura before. Just not the night of the murder. And still, he was not budging on the declaration that he did not kill her.

Juno studied his every move, waiting for a sign or some type of reaction from hearing the victim’s name. But there was no glint in his eye from reliving the murder. No twitch of his eyebrow. No rubbing of the hands. Not even that devilish smirk showed itself. Nothing.

“I’ve told the story before.” His head shook, already growing bored of reciting the same confessions. The same monologue. It was rehearsed at this point. “I met Laura at a gas station. I was making a stop to fill the semi up. She was looking for a ride into the city. I gave it to her. Told her it was free of charge. Still, she offered to give it up. I’m a grown ass man so I took it.”

“And Alyssa Haskie?” Juno pushed. Victim number eight. Nineteen year old college student home for the holidays. Went out for a late night jog and never made it home. Same fate as the others. Stabbed repeatedly with signs of sexual assault before time of death and postmortem. Corpse decorated with red flowers.

“That little bitch lied to me about her age. I don’t fuck girls who's age ends in teen. I prefer grown women.” He looked down with just his sly eyes. “The ones that wear stilettos to work.”

She shook her head, trying to stay on the road she set out, even with his constant veering.

“You knew seven of the nineteen victims. Admitted to sleeping with at least five of them. You do understand why you are the number one suspect, right?”

“The reservation is small. I come in and out all the time to deliver them shit from the city. And yes, I like to have a little bit of fun when I'm not on the clock. I get around. Is that a crime, Juno?”

“Depends. You like to have this fun before or after they take their last breath?” He ran a hand down his thick beard.

“That’s a question I'm not answering. Besides, I read that the killer does both.”

Juno crossed her arms. “You seem to know a lot about the crimes you didn’t commit.”

“Now why would I not read up on the monster y'all are accusing me to be? I’m in here all day. Nothing to do. Nowhere to go. It makes the time go faster.”

Juno’s eyes bounced around the floor and her pointed heels, thinking of another angle. For every question, he had a reasonable answer. Every jab she attempted, he blocked it. He was a tough one.

“Elise White. She was your first?” Victim number one.

“I don’t know what you’re getting at when you say first.”

“Girlfriend.” She switched after he blocked another accusative jab.

“Yeah. She was." He confirmed. "My father worked with some of the sheriffs on the reservation. I spent my junior and senior year of high school living there. Going to school there. Its where we met.”

Juno nodded already knowing the story. The first victim is almost always emotionally motivated. There’s usually history there. Most times it’ll be the key to solving the entire case.

“Why’d you two split?”

A deep chuckle carried in the spacious room. He ran his long fingers through his wild beard. “You really wanna know?”

“I’m asking aren’t I?”

“…She had a lousy sex drive.” Juno sighed deeply. “I wanted to fuck everyday. Sometimes multiple times in a day. She didn’t. We broke up.” He shrugged. “Probably should’ve kept her around though. Elise was smart. Resourceful. Cooked her ass off. Would’ve made a decent wife. Shame.” As his head shook he developed a genuine look of solemn. Mourning almost. Brows pinched and jaw tight, he looked down at his feet for the first time.

“The agents that brought you in, they searched your truck and your home. Found some very interesting things.” Roman’s head cocked to the side, tapping his slender fingers on the bars, seeming almost anxious for her to recite the items recovered. “Handcuffs. Rope. Chains. Gags…” Juno pressed her lips together, not wanting to continue.

“Go on, baby. What else did they find?”

Juno’s mouth opened then closed. Flashes of the evidence photographed swarmed her mind. She imagined him sniffing them, holding them tight in his large hands, and even biting them. “…Women’s underwear. Over a hundred pairs.” It made her sick to her stomach, that every pair could've represented a victim.

“What color panties are you wearing, Juno?” He questioned in almost a whisper.

Her name rolling off his deviant tongue was the most erotic thing she had ever heard with her own ears.

Juno shifted her weight to the other leg. She was sure he could hear her heartbeat. It thrummed through her ears as her face grew hot. She's never been more grateful for her mother’s genes supplying her with Hershey colored skin.

“You seem like the type to not even wear any,” he continued. He sucked in a sharp breath and groaned with closed eyes. “Mmm.” He practically growled.

“We’re getting off topic.”

“I like that. Easy access,” he ignored her. ”But I have a thing for the lace ones. Red. My favorite color.”

“Like the flowers you left around your victims?” She countered.

His tongue rested outside of his mouth, toying with the hairs of his mustache. "Nah," he finally answered.

Still nothing. Unfazed. Stoic. No daze of daydreaming about the acts he committed. No emotion other than pure arrogance. So, she pulled her last trick out of the hat.

“Where were you on the night of March twentieth?”

Silence covered the room like a blanket. She was going for the big knockout. Victim number nineteen. The reason they had enough for a warrant. The reason where he laid his head was raided by dozens of heavily armed agents. 

Even if by some ridiculous miracle, he didn’t lay a menacing hand on none of the other victims, she was sure he had something to do with her death. Naomi Nodin.

“You know where I was.” His dark eyes told a thousand stories. It seems her thoughts weren’t the only ones that were loud now.

Their eyes danced in a silent battle. He wasn’t going to offer more than she asked for. She had to press him.

“Neighbors said they heard screaming. Two people yelling in a jealous rage. Loud noises. Glass even.”

“That’s a big swing you attempting at, baby. You sure you’re ready for that?” He squinted.

“When the police arrived, there was no glass. No mess. No signs of struggle. Whoever killed her, knew her. She let them in. She wasn’t afraid.” He slid his interlocked fingers back and forth between each other, breaking eye contact.

She had something. His entire disposition changed. Naomi meant something. Either that or the that night was just traumatizing for him. She understood. A woman he was intimate with, dead just minutes after seeing her. Guilty or not, over a dozen armed detectives busting down your front door and dragging you out of bed at two in the morning could shake anyone.

“I can’t help you if you’re not honest with me.”

Against her own will, the pictures taken of Naomi's lifeless face flashed in her mind. Her breath picked up and her eyes began to sting.

“Uh oh,” he teased. “What was that?”

“What was what?” She blinked rapidly as her nose flared.

“That,” he nodded in her direction. ”Did you? You knew her?"

Juno opted for silence, leaving him to form his own conclusions. The little voice in her head, screamed for her not to do this, but her heart was telling her otherwise.

“She told me about a man she was seeing. Slightly older. A truck driver. Not her usual type. No, she usually went for the big fish. Lawyers—doctors—politicians that preferred exotic women. And not even a week later…she's murdered, right on her kitchen floor."

Williams inspected the girl, watching everything play out from a TV screen. She was unaware that her young apprentice Juno knew the latest victim. She would’ve never gotten the case otherwise. Conflict of interest. Maybe she was deceiving him on purpose? Trying to make it more personal to get him to slip up? She threw up two hands to let an even more perplexed Blanch know she didn’t know what was going on.

"You told the detectives you two were dating?"

"That’s right."

"Were you aware that you weren't the only man she was dating?"

He flashed a daunting smile. "That doesn’t mean anything to me."

"So, that’s not why you two were arguing that night? You didn’t go there to confront her about sleeping around with other men? Better men?" Juno knew she was prancing in dangerous territory. Men like Roman didn’t do well with inferiority. He only laughed lowly to himself, shaking his head. "Just tell me the truth," she encouraged.

"I did not kill her," was his only response.

"You snapped. You didn’t realize what you did. You didn't mean for it to go that far." He shook his head and ran two large palms over and down his silky curls. "You were the last person to see her alive. Your fingerprints all over her-- the kitchen. Your DNA, left inside of her…"

His mouth twitched like he was fighting the urge to grin. It didn’t matter that he didn’t, because his brown eyes smiled for him.

“I didn’t kill Naomi…”

“Then you know who did.”

“Nope. Don’t know that either babygirl. Once y’all find them though, go ‘head and thank them for me?”

“You were the last person to see her alive,” she restated ignoring his tasteless banter. She wasn’t amused. She thought she knew everything walking in here, but he’s twisted her brain like a pretzel now. Playing mind games. Showing her different routes, opening doors she hadn’t seen before.

“The last known person to see her alive.”

“The camera caught you leaving her house at exactly 12:06 a.m. on the ten second mark. Her estimated time of death was 12:07 a.m. Around the same time the neighbors said they heard her dog barking.” She recited the details of the case like a preacher would the Bible. “If someone did come in through a window or the back, that leaves only a seventy second or so window for the murder to take place.”

Roman shrugged. “Well, how long does it take to stab a person to death and throw a bunch of flowers around them? Not impossible.”

The silence was long and eerie. At least for Roman. He squinted at the woman on the other side of the bars. Her thoughts were loud before and her anxiety draped around her like a shawl. Not now though. Something shifted. She wasn’t looking at him. Anyone watching would think so, but he could see that she was looking through him, her mind racing about something else. Her wheels spinning.

He didn’t know it, but his last words had just made Juno’s decision for her.

“Of course,” she finally responded with no inflation in her voice. 

Bending at her knees she picked up the briefcase to shove the folder back into it. Face contorted, he eyed her the whole time as she packed up and turned on her high heels.

“Well?” She stopped and only turned her head hearing his authoritative voice. “You taking the case or what?”

She hesitated. Williams and Blanch were already on their way down to meet her on the other side of the steel door. She sucked in a deep breath, preparing herself for all the dominoes ready to fall.

"Yes. Yes, I am."

Juno's adrenaline kicked up full speed at her own words. It was for real now. She came in as the rookie attorney they used as bait, and she was leaving out as something else. It was a rebirth of some sort.

Walking with the guard down the hallway, she could see them at the other end, like an army coming full speed to obliterate their open enemy. She hadn't prepared for this. She didn’t think she would've made it this far.

Blanch and Williams marched to her, escorted by several guards. She tried her best not to cower at the heavy stares. Williams in particular beamed daggers at her like a mother who just left the parent-teacher conference and couldn’t wait to dig in her kid's ass.

"What the hell happened in there?" Williams questioned fiercely, not even waiting until she fully reached Juno.

Juno's big eyes shot straight to Blanch. "I quit," she declared boldly.

"You what?" Willams laughed incredulously.

"I quit," she repeated, this time to her mentor. "I'm picking up his case." Juno knew she owed at least Williams a better explanation than that, but she couldn’t find one that didn’t sound rooted in personal gain or pure naivety. It wouldn’t matter anyhow. She took a step to get past them, but Williams planted a firm hand on the wall blocking her path.

"Are you absolutely insane right now?"

"He didn’t do it."

Blanch let out a snort. "And exactly what the hell did he say in there, to make you think he's innocent?"

"We never released to the public that Naomi wasn’t stabbed like the rest of them. The only people that know she was really strangled to death are us, the detectives, the coroner, the crime scene people and the killer." She looked between the two prosecutors who she revered deeply, but would have to go against. "If he was the killer, he'd know that." Juno ducked under William's arm, making a swift exit.

"Juno!" Williams called with remarkable bass. She halted in place but didn’t turn back around to face her. "You are making a big mistake. Think about what you are doing."

Well-behaved women rarely make history. Those were the words her mother recited to her on the day of her graduation. Juno was not like other women. Something she picked up about herself since she was younger.

While other girls were fussing and stressing over trivial, insignificant matters like marriage, when they would have kids, or if they should lose ten pounds before summer, Juno woke up with thoughts of getting ahead of the pack. She wasn’t like other women and she had no desire to be. She always felt her calling was much bigger than just fitting in and falling in line. So, she made the decision right then and there to walk a different path.

"I'll pick up my things tomorrow." And with that she strutted down the rest of the hall on her way to make history. 

A/N // This was my first time writing something like this. Lmk if y’all liked it or if it even makes sense😂 I kinda like these characters…wouldn't mind writing about them again.

Also, the verdict is in lol. I'm already working on a part 2 and possibly part 3 for Biggest Fan. And I want to thank anyone who reached out after I had a mild crash out a couple days ago lol thank you for all the kind and encouraging words🫶🏽

If you read this or even a portion, I am extremely grateful. As always feedback is welcomed💗

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[raven-cincaide]

Different Ways To Love

Summary: The trio are curious about your love language. When you can’t answer it, they become determined to help you figure it out. And it most certainly does ‘not’ turn into a competition between them to find out what makes you feel the most loved. 

Pairing:  Fem reader x ItaFushiKugi (Yuji, Megumi, Nobara) Sweetober prompt 5: Love Language   WC 4.4K Warnings: Polyrelationship including kisses and hint at suggestive themes; cursing, basically-pure- fluff,

“My… love- what now?” Your brows were pulled together in concentration, lips set into a frown and the slightest tint of pink coloured your cheeks- the single giveaway to the embarrassment you felt. The pink turned reddish when the trio's expressions morphed into shock—dumbfounded that you didn’t understand their question when you obviously should have. “Is it some sex act or something you’re talking about something? eh..?”  

The three pair of eyes that blinked owlishly at you. They seemed at a total loss for words. On the other hand, you grew more nervous by the second; their blank expressions and total silence made you feel foolish and concerned that you were missing some kind of vital knowledge that even Itadori had. 

“Love Language-” Nobara started, then swallowed the bite of pizza in her mouth, “you know, what makes you feel loved-” 

“- or what you’d do for someone you love no matter how boring, annoying or a total waste of time because it is their love language?” Yuji added with a wide grin, though his description made Nobara glare daggers at him. Not that Yuji noticed as he pointed a thumb at Megumi, “His love language is-” 

“-oj don’t go announcing it to the world, idiot.” Megumi cut him off with a deathglare. “If Y/N doesn’t understand what it is, it won’t make a difference just to tell her. If anything, it will scare her off to adapt to three languages when she doesn’t even know her own.” Before Yuji could protest, Megumi’s fist made light contact with the top of Yuji’s head. Just enough to distract him from interrogating you about love and the whole love language concept that you struggled to grasp. 

“Yeah, think about someone else for a change, you dimwit” Nobara took another bite of her pizza with an unimpressed expression on her face, and you winced a little at her sharp tone. To your amazement, though, Yuji didn’t take the words to heart. If anything, they made his eyes light up while his lips set into a playful pout. “ Not everyone can just adapt on the fly like you.” 

“Hey, I am thinking!” he sounded like a kid who was just told he couldn’t eat all of his cookies before dinner. “I thought of turning it into a game, you know, then we can all take the time to learn each other's love languages and spend alone time with Y/N, win-win!” Yuji exclaimed with a wide grin.

“A game?” You sounded intrigued and tilted your head to the side. The idea of getting closer to each member of the trio one-on-one in a more romantic fashion was both nerve-wracking and exciting all at once. It also made the task seem more manageable to you. After all, it was one thing to learn to love one person, but to love three very different individuals with baggage you couldn’t even begin to understand was frightening. 

Daunting. Paralyzing. Yeah, one-on-one lessons were exactly what you needed.

“It could be… Interesting.” Megumi stated in between bites of his food. “It could improve our overall communication.”

“ Right!” Yuji sounded like he already won. “And, of course, we’d need a prize as well. You know, to keep it interesting.” 

A brief silence fell over the four of you until Nobara snapped her fingers as if she had gotten the best idea since the invention of sliced cheese. “Okay, so Y/N will guess our love language. Each right guess earns you the right to decide on that person's Halloween outfit. And the one who guesses your love language will get to go in a couple costume with you.” 

The other two groaned out loud. The idea of surrendering control over Halloween costumes did not sound appealing either. On the other hand, it solved the issue of who would go in a couple’s costume with you without turning into a four-way tacky situation. Maybe you’d even keep it simple and settle for something within a reasonable budget without the obnoxious amount of hair spray, and glitter which Nobara advocated for all summer. 

Slowly, you raised your hand like a child in middle- school. Instantly, the three-way banter grew silent, and their eyes snapped back to you. “We.. had plans for Halloween?” You asked timidly, only for the three of them to gasp. This time loudly. 

“Oh sweet summer child, you need to learn to.. L.I.S.T.E.N!” 

You gulped at their synchronised yell and occupied yourself with taking a far too large a bite of pizza to prevent yourself from saying something else stupid. But, you figured, if this were so important to the trio, you’d do your absolute best to learn their love language. And maybe while you were at it, you’d know your love language. In the worst case, you could lie and go for something broad and abstract to keep everyone happy. And you’d be happy because you’d get to spend time with them and probably learn all about the hype about Halloween and costumes. In other words, it is a definite win for your book. 

Although, if you were honest with yourself, experiencing three different love languages in one day felt a little … interesting. Intense but exciting. You just hoped you’d guess it right AND figure out your love language in the process.. Whatever that meant.  

You shouldn’t have been surprised that the next day started bright and early in the biggest shopping mall the main city street had to offer, nor should you have been surprised that Nobara’s love language was shopping. Thinking back, it was as apparent as the sky was blue and the grass was green. If she weren’t running missions or training, you’d find her in a shopping mall or scrolling through online sites for just the right dress, set of earrings or even a completely new style she’d wear for a week, then ditch. 

You had no clue how she fit all her stuff in the dorm rooms, and at this point, you were too afraid to ask. 

“So, Y/N, have you got your autumn closet ready? Sweaters, skirts, cute jeans?” Nobara asked as her eyes scanned from one storefront window to the next. Her mind quickly calculated the price based on the style, brand and design and matched up with your plan for the morning and budget. 

“Ehh, I’m not sure how much use they’ll be, you know?” You answered a little defensively as she pulled you into another store. Nobara steered you away from the discount section and towards the new releases. “I mean, it’s mission after mission in my case or training to keep up with you guys, so there isn’t much time to wear anything besides the uniform, the tracksuit or PJs.” 

“Sheesh, really? Well then, we need to plan more dates.” Nobara took a sweater dress off the rack and studied the pink knitted fabric with the small black bows for a long moment. They then held it up towards you. “Here, try this.” 

You looked the dress up and down, about to protest, but then surrendered and took it in your arms. You knew better than to dart off towards the changing rooms, not when Nobara had already set her eyes on the next prize- the section of the store.

 “Lingerie? Should I be here?” You joked. 

Nobara rolled her eyes. “Of course, you should be; you’re like the hardest to please, you know?” You raised an eyebrow in a ‘really?’ at that “Don’t give me like that. The guys are simple; Megumi likes blue, and with Yuji, it’s anything that shows off the ass. Seriously, just buy a thong or go commando, and he’s in high heaven.” 

You laughed at that as your eyes scanned over the different alternatives. Full cups with glitter and gems, leather with rhinestones, latex, sheer, lingerie that looked like a shibari which hung right next to a set with an obnoxious amount of frills. Your eyes lingered on the lacy ones, your attention captivated by a black set, sheer lace detailed with rhinestones and the tiniest satin lace connected to a thicker lace choker with a charm attached to it, which could be taken off. The panties matched the lacy, satin and gemstone esthetic. 

It was fancier than what you usually wore. 

You glanced over at Nobara, who was looking at a bright coral set, and then reached up, picking out the black set in your size and hiding it under the sweater dress she had asked you to try. You didn’t know why you were hiding it, but something about showing off sexy lingerie in front of Nobara made you feel a little self-conscious.  

“Ready to try something on?” You asked as Nobara, who circled the lingerie section for the second time without seeing anything she liked. Instead of answering you, she pushed you towards the changing rooms. 

You didn’t need to be told twice. 

The dress was different from your usual style. But you had to admit, it was gorgeous. You had almost forgotten how to look in casual cute clothes after all the time you spent training and being a sorcerer.  And Nobara picked just the right thing.  The dress seemed incredibly endearing, with the lingerie set peeking through, the choker matching in style and colour, and the small black bows of the dress. Indeed, the lace and collar teased the imagination.

“How does it look? Need me to get a different size,” You heard Nobara call from the other side of the door and smiled a little.

“Nope, all good, you have a seamstress's eye.” You twirled around, admiring how you looked for another moment before reality caught up with you. No matter how pretty, You’d never wear something like this. It was simply too far from your usual style, and something told you that this attire wouldn't have much use aside from a few hours shopping with Nobara or hanging with Yuji and Megumi. 

It's a waste of money. A huge waste of money. 

You moved to take it off and return to your more down-to-earth clothes before stepping out of the changing cabin and hanging everything back onto the hangers. At Nobara’s questioning look, you merely shook your head. “Didn’t suit me” " you lied before you walked ahead of her, heading out towards the next store. 

Three hours later, you were still thinking about the dress Nobara picked for you and the lingerie set. Everything you looked at in the other stores would be inadvertently compared to those items. By lunch, you regretted not buying them. But it was too late to head back to the first store. You were in an entirely different mall, and it would be a bother to ask Nobara- and all of her 15 bags- to walk back for something you lied about not fitting, especially when you were almost back home. So you pushed the thought to the back of your head, his your disappointment behind a smile, as the two of you entered the dorms. 

“It was surprisingly fun. We should do it again sometime” You smiled at her, a genuine one. Who could have thought walking from mall to mall would be this fun? You didn’t get why Megumi and Yuji would complain about this every single time.. 

“Pff, of course, it was fun; you went shopping with me!” Nobara flickered her hair over her shoulder in a cocky ‘told you so’ fashion before she began rummaging through the bags. From the largest one, she pulled out a smaller gift bag with a bow and colourful tissue paper peeking out from within. She stretched it towards you. 

A vift of sweet-smelling perfume filled your senses as you took it and peered inside.

“Oh, OH my god, Nobara, you’re insane!” you exclaimed as you jumped onto her, your arms around her neck in a suffocating hug. 

“H-hey wow there, g-get off! You’re smooshing me!” 

You ignored her complaints and hugged her tighter. You couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t freaken believe it. You were still amazed, even as Nobara relented and stopped trying to pry you off and hugged you back. “Though if you’re gonna jump on me in happiness, the least you could do is kiss me.”

And you were too happy to comply with her pouty request. At least until Nobara finally pried you off herself and practically shoved you towards Megumi’s dorm room for lunch before he could come out, scold you two, and get you himself. 

You should have expected Megumi’s love language to be slightly less pronounced than Nobaras. Still, you did not expect to struggle so much. It was almost a little frustrating as you sat atop the counter in his kitchenette, legs swinging back and forth as Megumi cooked for the both of you. However, it looked more like he was trying to protect the produce from being eaten by you in its raw, newly-chopped form. 

“I swear we walked so much. I’m surprised how my feet are still attached to my body. Not to mention all the shopping. And then we headed to this newly opened mall across the city that I had no clue about.” 

“That’s Nobara for you.” 

“ I only found a few things while we were out since the morning, but somehow, Nobara managed to buy an entirely new wardrobe!” 

“That’s Nobara for you.” 

“-And there were some things in the first place where I tried on, and I kinda, I don’t know, felt iffy about spending so much money on like one and a half item I’d rarely wear no matter how cute it was so I put it back, which I kinda regretted, and somehow Nobara got them for me, can you imagine?!” 

“That’s Nobara for you.” Megumi’s free hand reached up and patted your knee while the other kept the stir-fry from burning. “I wanna see what you got.” 

You smiled at how he ducked his head down after the words left his lips, hiding the pink of his cheeks from you. But not the bright red ears. It was cute whenever Megumi spoke without thinking.

“I’d love to show it off for you!” You stole another piece of half-fried paprika before you made a move to jump down from the counter. Instantly, the hand on your knee reached up and steadied you before letting you bounce away to shower and change while he finished the last of your lunch. 

Some of you felt like he chased you away so that you would stop stealing the food. Still, you didn’t mind; it allowed you to get his opinion on the attire. You knew Nobara and Yuji would exaggerate whatever you put on, but Megumi he would be honest. A fact that you both treasured but also dreaded about him. 

You took longer than you needed just to reassure yourself that you looked good and that he would probably like it too. Though anxiety kept you bound in front of his bathroom mirror until you heard the unmistakable slam of plates against the table. Lunch was ready and you better not make it grow cold. 

You walked back into the kitchen with slumped shoulders.Stopped in front of the table, took a deep breath before you looked up to see his reaction. Instantly, you knew you had nothing to worry about, not from how Megumi’s eyes widened, his gaze eating you up.  The pronounced way his Adam's apple bobbed as you did a little twirl, then tilted your head to the side. “What do you think? Of course, it’d be more special with, you know, curled hair, makeup and such.” 

“It suits you.” Megumi swallowed again before he patted the spot beside him at the table. The sight of the food made your stomach growl.

Oh right, God, you were hungry,

You sat beside Megumi and instantly reached for your potion of food while Megumi poured each of you a drink. He handed it to you, and your fingers brushed against each other as you took it. Megumi didn’t pull away; instead, he moved lower and brushed his fingertips over your hand. “You don’t need make-up or fancy hair to wear the dress; you look pretty like this.” 

Then, just as quickly as he said it, he let your hand go and picked up his chopsticks instead. 

Megumi’s cheeks were the colour of cherry tomatoes. His hand reached up and brushed his hair out of his face. You quickly recognised the nervous action, a worry that you mistook his words for an insult. It made you smile brightly, before you took a bite of the stir-fri, instantly complementing his cooking skills. You saw his shoulders relax at the unmistakable change of topic and begin eating lunch. 

“So, what were you up to all morning?” You asked once the immediate starving sensation was satisfied. 

“I went over and drew up the timeline and the criteria to cast a veil that Gojo-sensei went through during the last class.” Megumi motioned towards the stacks of papers on his table; all spread out into a vast map-like structure. 

“Ohh, there's no way you figured it out?” You abandoned your food and rushed over to the table, eager to satisfy your curiosity, or more like, to see how far off your understanding was from the correct answer. Your mood soured when you realised you completely misunderstood Gojo-sensei’s lesson. 

Megumi followed you; his meal was already finished. “It’s not that hard”, he tried to comfort you. “You start by following the main case criteria. It’s called the main case because most of our hunting jobs will fall into it, and only when something doesn’t fit, you divert.” 

The smile on your lips only grew as Megumi picked up a spare sheet of paper and slowly began going through the graph he drew up with you. He didn’t seem frustrated or bored but patiently took his time until you could honestly say you understood it. Or at least understood it while you sat in Megumi’s chair and Megumi stood behind you, correcting your mistakes and answering your questions. 

“You’re the best, Gumi!” you grinned out of the blue, the joy in your eyes unmistakable. Turning your head, you kissed his cheek. Half of it was for your amazement and study session, and the other half was the bubbly feeling of having figured out what Megumi’s love language was. A bubbly feeling that led to a kiss and another kiss. A wandering hand, another kiss and–

“Hey! No fair, Y/N, you promised to spend time with me!” Yuji’s whined echoed through the thick front door into Megumi’s room, followed by a clawing sound like a cat or a dog trying to get in. 

A mental image that made you giggle against Megumi’s lips. 

Megumi’s expression was less than pleased as he pulled back from you, readjusting your clothes and hair for you. “That’s Yuji for you.” He sighed and stole another kiss before he let you go. 

After all, it wouldn’t be a fair game if you didn’t get a fair chance to experience all three love languages- even if letting you go was the last thing he wanted to do. Then again, the longer you kept the pink-haired idiot waiting, the more depressed he’d get and the louder his wails that ‘Y/N doesn’t love me’ would get.

 A headache that Megumi wasn’t willing to deal with. 

And neither were you, for that matter.  

You had to admit Yuji’s love language was probably the most obvious aside from Nobara’s. The second you stepped out of Megumi’s dorm room, Yuji pulled you towards the commonroom, where he had set up popcorn, soda and other junk food in front of the couch. 

Human Earth five was already set up; the flashy title stretched over the screen. 

“Haven’t you watched it like five times already?” You muttered as you settled down beside him on the couch. Yuji lay on his side, stretched out, his back against the back of the sofa and head propped up on his arm. His hand was on your waist, and his fingers drew circles on your dress. “Yeah, but you haven’t seen it!” Yuji motioned towards a piece of caramel popcorn. 

You rolled your eyes as you stretched a piece to him. “And? It won’t be fun for you to watch.” 

“How dare you say that about Human Earth Worm. It has so many little details that it’s worth watching a dozen- no, a hundred times” Yuji was ready to defend Human Earth Worm to the end. 

“I swear you’re just in it for the yuck and the gore.” You took another bite of popcorn and surrendered to your fate. At least you had enough sugar, candy and coffee-based treats to keep you awake throughout the film. Yuji started the film and was instantly engrossed in it. Like there was nothing else in the world besides you, him, snacks and Human Earth Worm.

Admittedly, you weren’t watching the film. 

Instead, you were much more focused on Yuji. The way he ever so often pressed his lips to the top of your head, or the way his hand left your waist to grab a snack, offer it to you when you refused, then he’d eat it, and the hand would be back on your waist again, thumb rubbing circles. The cycle repeated several times, including with the same treats, to the point that you understood that he was doing it automatically as his mind was engrossed in the movie. 

That fact made you laugh. 

“..You’re not watching it”, Yuji pouted when he heard you laugh at the wrong moment in the movie. 

You laughed a little more at that, nervously. “Guilty as charged.” 

“Aww, no fair! You spend all day with Megumi and Nobara, you don’t lo-” You cut Yuji’s whine with a kiss on his lips, your lips moving against his until you ran out of air. 

“-You don’t-” You shut him up with another kiss. You could feel the grin on his lips, like a cat that got cream. 

Another pause for air. 

 “Love m-” another kiss. 

You intended to keep his whining at bay with kisses; Yuji planned to exploit that, the movie long forgotten. 

“Yucks get a room.” The sudden voice startled you and made you pull away from each other. You glanced up at the intruder standing over you two.

Nobara wore an expression that held a hint of annoyance and something else. Instantly you felt your face flush and moved to sit up to make room for her. Yuji didn’t move- either intentionally or too dazed from the kisses, and Nobara didn’t hesitate to sit down on his face.

“Agreed with Nobara. Let’s keep PDA private.” Megumi stepped into the room with a sigh and sat on the other end of the couch, leaned his weight against Yuji’s legs and shifted your thighs into his lap. His hand rested comfortably on your bare legs as he reached for a gummy bear, studied it, then changed his mind and fed it to you- a small gesture to distract you from the ungodly sounds that were part of Nobara-Yuji interaction – If it could even be called that. 

The four of you finally settled down when the end credits began playing on the screen. Admittedly you felt a little guilty. You knew the movie was important to Yuji and felt a little bad that you hadn’t watched a minute of Human Earth Worm Five. In fact you had forgotten all about the movie until it ended- far too preoccupied with trying to sit comfortably on the couch not meant for four people. Your guilt lessened as the trio placed an empty bowl with crumpled pieces of paper in front of you – Yuji, Nobara and Megumi’s guesses for your love language.

But first, you had to guess theirs. 

With confidence, you pointed your finger at Yuji- “Physical touch and attention?” The grin on his face told you you were right. 

You moved on to Nobara “- Shopping and gift giving?” The quiet Bingo from Nobara gave you a much-needed boost of confidence as you turned to Megumi- the one you were least confident about. “I am less sure, but acts of service?” 

Megumi frowned ever so slightly a minute which made your heart pound so freakin loudly in your chest. Until he finally he chuckled and nodded. “You got that right” 

“Meanie!” You huffed, biting into a cookie. “You could have just said yes directly.” 

“ And you didn’t need to point out my love language was the hardest for you to guess” Megumi shrugged and leaned in for a kiss. 

You purposefully ducked down and planted one on Nobara’s lips instead. Then Yuji’s. Then back to Nobara’s lips until Megumi lost patience and tugged you away from her with force. The way Megumi kissed you was different from the gentle pecks you placed on Nobara and Yuji’s lips. It was hungry, possessive and a little greedy. A definite pick-up-from-where-we-left off after lunch. The way his tongue swirled with yours in that way that drove you wild, made you think with your legs instead of your head, made it obvious you shouldn’t stay in the public space much longer. And if you were entirely honest, you’d much rather spend some time acting out love than discussing its language. 

After the kiss, you were the first to stand, Megumi up behind you in seconds. Then Nobara, followed by Yuji, who had been too focused on the sweets and the game to notice the atmosphere shift. 

“Hey, what about Y/N’s love language?” He called out as he was suddenly left all alone in the commonroom

“Shut it, you idiot,” Nobara called over her shoulder, more focused on following you and Megumi to the bedroom.

“But-” 

“Quiet or I’ll make her dress you as a pumpkin this year!” 

A moment passed, the penny dropped, and then a loud “Hey, wait for me, I gotta pick up condoms from my bag!” echoed around the entire dormitory. 

Talk about announcing to dormitory that you’d be fucking tonight… 

Author note: Did I just write three mini fics in one and round it up into something three-way fluffy? Yes, yes I did. Hope you enjoyed it! Also, finally, all the first week fics are re-uploaded. Now stay tuned cuz tonight comes out the next fic in the masterlist <3Go over there and let me know if you wanna be tagged <3

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[writers-amusing-muses]

Inspired by @toinkeroo's charmed groupchat au (go read it, it's seriously amazing!!) I've decided to make my own (also I'm stealing their emoji idea, it's fantastic!)

PT. 1: Girlies and Mimosas

💘Galinda Upland💘✨ added Elphaba Thropp 🔮 to the GIRLIES 💅👛👜 groupchat

💙ShenShen: oh, hey, it's green bean!🫛

Elphaba Thropp🔮: Please don't call me that.

Elphaba Thropp 🔮: also, to answer the question you posted on Dr. Dillamond's chat, we're supposed to review chapters 6-7 in Ozian Histories.

Pfanne (and co. 💎): @💘Galinda Upland💘✨ are we still pre-gaming tn??

Elphaba Thropp🔮: You guys watch sports?? Since when?

💘Galinda Upland💘✨: @Elphaba Thropp🔮 no we're not watching sports PLZ tell me ur joking.

Elphaba Thropp🔮: no?? Should I be??

💙ShenShen: @Elphaba Thropp🔮 thx you queen you are singlehandedly keeping my GPA from being actually non-existent 🙏🙏

💘Galinda Upland💘✨: Elphie have you ever heard of Say Yes To The Dress?

Elphaba Thropp🔮: ...you mean that show on TLC that very obviously fakes brides and their families fighting over the stupidest things??

💙ShenShen: ouch. ok way to insult our interests. i can feel that burn from all the way over here and I don't even know how to turn on an oven 💔

Pfanne (and co. 💎): nooooo don't say that :(( Say Yes To The Dress is an industry staple!!!!!! also ShenShen pls txt me your headcanons for the new season i wanna see if they're correct 💯

Elphaba Thropp🔮: It's "reality" TV. Please don't tell me you actually thought it was real.

Elphaba Thropp🔮: also, how do you have headcanons for Say Yes To The Dress??

💘Galinda Upland💘✨: @Elphaba Thropp 🔮 the point of reality TV isn't about being real -- it's about making you forget your own reality while watching it!!! 😉

Pfanne (and co. 💎): PREACH!! also im bringing wine for the mimosassss 🍹🍹🍷

💙ShenShen: i stole the OJ (simpson) from the cafeteria muahaha 🍊

💙ShenShen: unrelated note but i think one of the kitchen aides suspects me 👀

💘Galinda Upland💘✨: @💙ShenShen awesome!! i'm bringing the snacks and @Elphaba Thropp🔮:) see you all in Pfanne's room at 10 sharp!

Elphaba Thropp🔮: Wait, I didn't agree to this

Elphaba Thropp🔮: @💘Galinda Upland💘✨ I have homework to do.

Elphaba Thropp🔮: I have nothing to wear.

Elphaba Thropp🔮: I have to practice for Madam Morrible's sorcery seminar.

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Elphaba Thropp🔮: @💘Galinda Upland💘✨ GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOw

💘Galinda Upland💘✨: @Elphaba Thropp🔮:D

[hotel-oj-official]

Hotwl hoot??

more like.heh. hotel payjay

Hotel Payjay? That name never crossed my mind, it does feel a bit too, on the nose, but I’ll think it over with Paper!

[vintageandroid]

A conversation starter I like to use in groups, especially of mixed ages, that I just realized might be fun here on Tumblr:

What's the first major news story/event that you remember being aware of as a kid?

My answer: OJ Simpson. I remember being vaguely aware of the whole thing but vividly recall my 2nd grade teacher telling us to go play so she could watch the verdict.

(I may have also been aware of the OKC bombing but I don't remember that very clearly. For context I was born in 1988.)

My 15-yo-niece's is the Jan 6 riots; my 60-yo mom's is the moon landing; both my sister and partner I believe answered with the Challenger explosion.

What's yours?

(and seriously i cannot recommend enough using this as a conversation topic at like family events or something, it's fascinating. I mean, assuming it's not gonna get people throwing hands.)

[numberonetacostan]

It's funny to me that Mephone had OJ paying bills and going out to get food while the others were shopping ect for a hotel that nobody but the people on ii knew existed.

Some people have mentioned the idea that the bills payed for some of the stuff on ii, I'm not sure how much of ii needed money but it could probably go towards something.

-🦭

Hi Seal!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for submitting an ask!! :]

It is so funny that Mephone made OJ pay bills. How much does Mephone know about bills? Were they normal bills or were they what Mephone thinks bills are? Any of their shopping ends up being online and gets done through Mephone, I suppose. Where the hell did OJ get those groceries from in season 2 episode 1?

Maybe Mephone could have had a cash prize for season 3 if he'd saved the money from OJ's bills, lol. I don't think they paid for much if anything on the show, especially since Mephone had started getting a better grasp on his generation powers during season 2, so he wouldn't really need that funding.

Honestly? Maybe it went back into the hotel. A million dollars would not be enough to construct that hotel and keep going it for that long. I may just not be suspending my disbelief enough, but we do know that OJ has had near encounters with bankruptcy, yeah? Mephone might end up slipping the money back to him. OJ does a service for Mephone by housing his eliminated contestants, there's a solid chance that Mephone pays him for that.

[mr-payjay]

Paper Stream Interview Transcript!!!!!!!

This took me forever. But I like transcribing. The transcript is under the cut ❤️

Fan: We have… the next best thing. That's right. OJ's... righthand man! Uh—well—some could say. Um. In—uh—uh—our guest of honor, tonight, that's right, you've all been waiting for it: PAPER!

Paper: Haha, hey everyone! Um... I wasn't really expecting to, come on out tonight!

Fan: Neither was I.

Paper: It was a—it was a bit of a change in schedule! What was that?

Fan: Nei—yeah—neither was I. I mean, look, I-I always love to see you Paper, um...

Paper: Hehe!

Fan: I'll be g—I'll be—

Paper: We're besties! Paper pals!

Fan: Yeah! No we are paper pals. I—I mean I'll be completely frank with you... all of my questions I prepared were for OJ, so...

Paper: Oh!

Fan: Um... I don't know if you'll be able to answer any—like cause like I mean look at the—alright like first card here that I have is like—what, you see, like what's it like running a hotel—see, like that doesn't apply to you at all, like cause you're just a guest here at Hotel OJ, you don't have any responsibilities, so we could just—we could just crumple that up—

Paper: Wha—uh—about that, I mean I d—I…

Fan: Oh!

Paper: I do do quite a… bit for Hotel OJ.

Fan: Oh really?

Paper: I mean like, whenever OJ's over to—over to the left, some fire's gotta be put out on the right, you know what I mean?

Fan: Okay… I didn't realize that you were invol—so what's like—what's your ro—do you have like an official title? Here? In the hotel?

Paper: Um… well, well no, well, my title is…

Fan: Oh!

Paper: Paper! You know? Um…

Fan: Well, Paper—yeah well, that's your name! But like do you have like a… you know, a position, a role?

Paper: Well…

Fan: A job?

Paper: OJ's… in charge, and…

Fan: Right.

Paper: I-I don't really have a title? Because, you know, in *theory,* I'm supposed to just be, a guest who gets all the accommodations and, you know, same as everyone else without having to do the *work* for it…

Fan: Right. Yeah.

Paper: But. You know. I also have to… you know. Clean up everything, and, and, and, you know, I'll—I'll cook some meals, and do the dishes, and… and organize all the… the reconstruction and, whenever we had the Hotel OJ casino, you know, when we were doing that big project that we loved and did for… many, many, many months… um… tsk, you know, I-I was running things there, and…

Fan: Wow…

Paper: You know, construction…

Fan: The hotel casino, I lost a lot of money on that…

Paper: And… planting some flowers… and… you know, I-I mean, I kinda do… everything around here!

Fan: Now I wanna—

Paper: [noise]

Fan: Yeah… okay… I wanna return to one thing that you sai—ah—my… I perked up when you said this, cause you said you *have* to do these things. What do you mean have to—like who's making you do these things? How did this start?

Paper: Um, I suppose, “have to” is, you know… not the exact perfect wording for it.

Fan: Okay…

Paper: But um… you know…

Fan: NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO CHANGE THE WORDING!

Paper: Wha—uh… I saw that OJ needed, you know, just a little bit of help once, you know, and, um… Yinyang was like… causing a big scene, and—and throwing things around… and then I just—

Fan: And OJ came to you? He came to you to—for help? Or did you approach OJ?

Paper: Well kinda—kinda not, I just, I stepped in—

Fan: You approached him.

Paper: I-I did the job, I-I got things figured out, sorted through, made everyone feel all comfortable, and then OJ said: You did really good with that. You should do that maybe a… a little bit more often! And I'm like, oh, i-if you, if you think I did a really good job, I-I guess I could… I could do it some more, and… you know that you kinda tumble on into these kinds of things!

Fan: Kay, I need you to hold that thought Paper, because look, there has been a—a COSMIC shift in the poll. Knife is now leading f—oh sorry. Oh wait, no, oh, oh we're going back and forth!

Paper: What's going on?

Fan: Knife is leading fifty-one to forty-nine and then it went to fifty fifty AND THEN IT WENT BACK! Knife fifty-one forty-nine AND NOW IT'S BACK! Fifty fifty—oh my goodness, Paper—OH MY GOODNESS, WAIT, KNIFE FIFTY-ONE FORTY—OH AND IT'S BACK TO FIFTY FIFTY—OH WAIT IT'S FIFTY-ONE FORTY-NINE—I'M NOT EVEN JOKING FOLKS! I-I'm taking so many screenshots, but I can't keep up, I can't keep up folks, it's—it's gonna… I'm gonna be logging all of these, I'm gonna have a whole scrapbook. Oh my gosh. Oh that—wait that's right, oh hold on, you're still here.

Paper: This is a once in a lifetime event! Assuming, you know. There's only… one… event.

Fan: Right.

Paper: But here, at the, Hotel OJ party! Hop hop hop! We are, hopping ready for a big exciting finale! So, it seems, that uh, there's a, fifty percent chance, that the person who wins, is going to get YOU all hopping excited!

Fan: Now—you're—you're really keying in on this hop thing, I-I have to ask, like—

Paper: Yeah!

Fan: Is it like—

Paper: Oh I love it.

Fan: It's the Hotel OJ party, so like, I mean the acronym would be like… H-O-J-P, like—ho—ho—hojp?

Paper: Wha—the name is OJ, so… I-I—

Fan: Well it's Orange Juice, so it'd be HOJP, not HOP.

Paper: [incomprehensible]—of the name, like, I don't, you know, ho… hotel, I don't do HT for that, I—

Fan: But there's no space. Orange Juice has a nice space, it's two words. So I think it's HOJP.

Paper: There's a space?!

Fan: No question. Yeah! In Orange Juice, are you kidding me?!

Paper: W-Well he goes by OJ!

Fan: Alright, I-I know that came off rude—

Paper: What—you type out the letters O, J, you put a space in the between them?!

Fan: No—okay, no—n-n-now, now, now, now you're—you're mixing it up. No, OJ in and of itself—

Paper: I'm mixing it up? You're getting so confused, you think you know OJ better than *I* know OJ?!

Fan: I did not say that, Paper. I did not—okay, I've clearly touched a nerve here. Listen. When you do an acronym, you put all of the letters together, no spaces. But when you actually *say* what the acronym is, out loud, then the spaces come into play! You see? So—

Paper: You don't—

Fan: —it would be—

Paper: But—Y-You don't type the letters—

Fan: HOJP!

Paper: —as you say them!

Fan: IT'S HOJP! PAPER! IT'S HOJP! IT'S HOJP! It's HOJP. I'm sorry.

Paper: HOJP? What?

Fan: I'm sorry, Paper. It's HOJP. Alright, you know what? Enough of this poll. I'm gonna end this poll.

Paper: B-b-but it doesn't—it doesn't roll off the tongue! Like, wha…

Fan: Well, that's exactly my point!

Paper: What?

Fan: Why would you have done that? Why would you have done that.

Paper: HOP! HOP is fun! HOP is fun!

Fan: Alright—I'm gonna—you know what? I—before I-I-I'm going to set up a new poll. To see what people—what people say about this. But I also just wanna, like, anecdotally ask the chat: what—is it—is it HOP or HOJP? When you're—when you're talking about the Hotel *OJ* party? Hotel Orange Juice party.

Paper: I think—I-I think you're trying to sway people in one sort of direction!

Fan: I'm not swaying, I'm just saying what it—how—what is it called? What is the party called?

Paper: The… Hotel, OJ! Party…

Fan: And what does OJ—st—oh—wait, OJ—wait! Wait! OJ in and of itself is an acronym, so go on, say what OJ stands for.

Paper: But—we're not saying Orange Juice, are we?! Are we saying Orange Juice right now?! Or are we saying, OJ?!

Fan: Alright, a lot—

Paper: Come on!

Fan: A lot—a lot of the chat is saying HOP, I'm just gonna let you have this one.

Paper: Hahaha, that's a hopping win for us! Hahaha! Well, c-come on, you wouldn't wanna be at the HOJP party!

Fan: No, I wouldn't.

Paper: They—this kinda just works out for everyone!

Fan: Alright, whatever, okay. Ugh… Alright, well—

Paper: Okay, let's just, let's take a break, and—hehe—usually I like to, sort things out, and, make things all calm and chill, but uh… heh, you know, I understand that I caused quite the ruckus today, so let's—[inhale]—ahmumumumum.

Fan: Okay, so—

Paper: C-Can you make that noise?

Fan: No. So, Paper, uh, I want to know. Who do you think should win the second season of Inanimate Insanity? Uh, I know obviously you have some history with Knife, and you kinda have none with Suitcase. So, go ahead!

Paper: Wha—well—uh, y-you beat me to it, Fan! I mean—

Fan: Yeah!

Paper: —here's the issue, right?

Fan: Yeah.

Paper: I don't know a thing about Suitcase! I mean I-I-I didn't compete with her, I-I suppose when—when some people come back to the hotel who have a history with her, they're like: yeah! She’s… pretty nice! And I'm like, oh I like when people are nice that's pretty cool. Um… so, you would think that, you know, kinda just makes sense that by default, since we have, you know, history and all, you know, we—we've… had a lot of time together and such—just makes sense, go for Knife!

Fan: Wow, I'm—

Paper: BUT HE'S A JERK!

Fan: I… I feel like I'm getting some mixed messages from you right now, Paper. Because like you… really have a lot of issues with Knife, but you—you actually would be rooting for Knife!

Paper: Oh no, absolutely not. I'm saying despite the fact, that I don't know a *thing* about Suitcase, of course I'm gonna root for her! Cause, Knife is—

Fan: I'm sorry, I'm only half paying attention, sorry. Continue.

Paper: I appreciate you anyway. Knife is mean, Knife is a bully, why—why would anyone WANT to root for him!? Yeah, oh maybe he beat—did a few challenges well, or whatever, but—Knife will RIP ME APART given the chance! I don't get it! But, you know, maybe I don't need to get it, because, fifty percent of the chat thinks it's, just okay to root for the guy!

Fan: Does that—does that bother you?

Paper: Mn… a little bit, but, you know… I don't wanna tell people what to do.

Fan: No, go ahead.

Paper: You're a fan of him, you know… [at the audience]

Fan: It's not bad, tell them.

Paper: I just know who to… not ever interact with!

Fan: Go ahead and tell them how you feel. I mean, that's why you're here. Share your opinion.

Paper: What? I don't… In front of all eight people listening?

Fan: Yeah—well… there's more than eight. That's a little insulting. You think I can't get a crowd more than eight?

Paper: More than eight? How many more than eight are there?

Fan: Let's… not say, for your own sake.

Paper: Okay… okay, just have to, say this as though there's ten people here and be, be prepared for such a big—

Fan: That's gonna be hard cause it's over eight thousand—sorry! Just slipped out.

Paper: WHAT!? AAH!!!

Fan: Slipped out! Slipped out.

Paper: Um…

Fan: Slipped out, slipped out, slipped out! Sorry.

Paper: Uh… well, for the four thousand who rooted, you know, voted for Knife, just know that you are, supporting a… do I say this word?

Fan: Uh, I don't…

Paper: Is it okay, am I allowed to say this on stream?

Fan: I don't know what word you're going to say!

Paper: It's the P-word!

Fan: What? I don't know what word you're—whisper it in my ear.

Paper: Pbtpbtpbtpbtpbtpbtpbt.

Fan: You just made some nonsense sounds right now, can you actually whisper the word in my ear, please.

Paper: There was a little faith, that you would hear it.

Fan: JUST SAY THE WORD, JUST SAY IT!

Paper: BULLY!!!

Fan: What?

Paper: He's a bully!

Fan: I thought you said P-word. Bully starts with a B.

Paper: B-word. B-word!

Fan: Oh. I thought you said P-word. I was like—

Paper: No, no, P would be like a, puh! You, know like a—puh!

Fan: Ugh. This has been very educational, Paper, I have to say.

Paper: I appreciate it!

Fan: Yeah! Um… Yeah! No I mean… I-I-I enjoy the fact that you have your opinions, and I certainly have mine, and you know, we don't have to agree, on everything, just what's important.

Paper: Oh, so you *do* have an opinion? On who should win?

Fan: Well, it's not my place to say! This—I'm the moderator of the event so it would insult the—

Paper: Exactly, so it's—it's very specifically *your* place!

Fan: —would insult the integrity of the, uh, livestream, if I were to share my opinion, I established this upfront, you know. I think it makes sense to me. This is my own internal logic and it's my show so, if that is the call that I made, then I don't think that I should have to disclose any opinion, one way or another. I think that's fair.

Paper: Fine. Then I don't very much care either!

Fan: Oh you don't care to hear my opinion? Well that much I knew.

Paper: Ah, wa—I-I-I-I didn't mean it, I just… I just kinda, you know, tried to be… a funny person, who… goes with the bit! I mean…

Fan: Yeah, yeah… Go with the bit, alright… Yeah, you really go with the bit, Paper. You know what? Yeah. Just go with the bit! Yeah, I-I'll go with the bit too. Yeah—th-this has really, this has been such a—such a *great* time. Talking to each other. I think. Yeah, I really enjoyed it—

Paper: Well, I think so too!

Fan: —everyone's been waiting for a long time, for like, the FFF Paper interview, you know, there was a lot of—there was a lot of controversy about this and I—

Paper: And why didn't it happen, huh?

Fan: I—look, I wanted to do it! Salt and Pepper encroached upon my territory, you saw! I was happy to have it happen! I invited you for a reason! We were sharing a laugh—

Paper: And then we had it scheduled, a Paper interview, and then you just—you just sail on off to some concert!

Fan: Hey, hey, hey, hey, we're not gonna talk about that right now. We're not gonna talk about that right now. Okay?

Paper: Hmph.

Fan: We're not gonna talk about that right now. Please. Paper. Come on. This is not—that's not—that's not what this night is about. This night is about, we are a-approaching the end, of Inanimate Insanity 2. You understand that? You understand how big of a deal that is? Do you know how long everyone has been waiting? For this resolution? This is huge, this is massive! Okay? It's not about you, or me…

Paper: It's been—it's been going around, uh… almost as long as I've… lived in this hotel! You know, so I suppose that makes sense!

Fan: Yeah! Yeah no, it is a very, look, it is a very—

Paper: It's like our entire lives by this point!

Fan: It is a very, very big deal. Um… so, yeah, and I-I-I for one am excited to see how it all turns out—I'm sorry, everyone else who's watching is also very much interested to see. Uh, how it'll—how it'll play out too! And I hope, you know, I hope we all are satisfied, you know, it's hard, sometimes, like cause you can't—can't always a-a-a-appeal to everyone, but. You know, it's definitely… it… Yeah. It's been great, finally having this interview with you Paper—I am—I *am* sorry that it took this long, I think I had very understandable reasons that were outside of my control! For why I took this long. But. You know. It's… yeah, it's uh… it—it is what it is. Okay? Do you accept that? Can you accept that? Or no.

Paper: Mm. I do, Fan. I do.

Fan: Okay. Okay, that's all I'm asking. That—that is all I'm asking. And uh… by the way the chat—the chat is—

Paper: [incomprehensible]

Fan: What's that?

Paper: Are we—are we still gonna be paper puppet pals going forward?

Fan: We will be, I-I just wanted to let you know that the chat is saying, like, it—it's HOJP in their heart. So, I think they're trying to turn—

Paper: You said they were saying HOP before! What changed?!

Fan: Well, they—look, I'm seeing, I-I'm trying to pull up an example, i-it won't let me—I'm trying to scroll up, but it won't let me pick it! Jay, I see you in the chat, Jay, I'm trying to click your comment! Wait, no, it—it zoomed away! Hold on I'm gonna get it. I'm gonna get it! You watch, hold on. I have evidence. I have evidence. I have evidence. I will show you.

Paper: Well. You know what? If we can't, you know, figure out all this with the audience that sounds like it's, more than ten people, I mean… we do have a whole bunch of other people, you know, out back, who could give their opinions.

Fan: Well, I-I mean, Paper, I scheduled them all—they only had time to speak individually, I-I don't think that we're gonna be able to get them all again. You know, running a show like this, it's—it's—it's very difficult, it takes a lot of coordination, I know you call that talent, coordination. But—oh wait oh they're all back there. Oh they're all back there. Oh.

Paper: Oh hey guys?

Fan: Oh, wait, hold on, hold on, wait. They wanna all c—oh wait, wait, wait, hold on. Hold on. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I'm gonna—wait—I'm gonna invite them all—eh yeah! Everyone! Yeah! Come back! Come back! Come back!

[ravencincaide]

Just a cake

Summary:  What was supposed to be a sweet innocent question aimed at gaining a sliver of Chuuya’s attention spiraled out of control. It shook the foundation of your relationship and everything you thought you knew. Indeed with one innocent question you lost it all- and yet saved yourself two decades of suffering all in one go. 

Pairing: Fem reader x Chuuya Nakahara 

Inspired by Raven’s special anon request: Chuuya says something that hurts the reader and she leaves. 

Warnings: Cursing, verbal argument, angst

Enjoy~

“ Can I ask for a birthday cake for my birthday?” 

Your tone was light and playful, almost joking- a stupid question meant to lighten the focused mood in the dark, stuffy, paperwork-filled office. A silent cry for a sliver of his attention, just a tiny reassurance that despite the heavy workload which plagued your lives, that he still cared enough not to forget about your important day. You envisioned that Chuuya would pull you into his lap. Then he’d kiss your skin in between bites of bento that you just brought to him just moments earlier. You envisioned a sweet promise that he had already ordered the best cake in Yokohama. or that he would tap your nose with a gloved finger while he demanded to know what kind of boyfriend you thought he was. 

Especially when all you asked for this year was a cake and homemade dinner.  Just a little time together in the privacy of your home.  You and him without praying eyes. Just you and him. Just you, the special news and–

“ Hmff what kinda cake do you want?” you flinched at his tone and paused in the middle of sorting paperwork, unsure whether you heard him right. Your eyes flickered upwards to meet Chuuya’s narrowed ones. Clear frustration itched into his face “ Tell me now the kind you want, doll. Or I’ll just pick something up on the way” You bit your lip. You knew you did not want just ‘something’; a day-old cake from the bakery, or a generic one from any grocery store still open once he got off work. You wanted a cake picked with time and care, selected with you in mind. The type of dedication he’d show whenever he got wine for his friends' birthdays. The warm kind of affection he’d shower you in on good days. The picture perfect generous and loving boyfriend in the eyes of others. 

“ Don’t bother,” you answered without anger. “ With that attitude, I’ll fix it myself.” You felt his narrowed eyes glare at you, but you did not spare him a second glance. You were afraid that his expression would make the burning rod of anger explode and escalate the situation further. 

Neither of you needed that now. 

“ Oj I said I’ll fix it” Chuuya snapped back “ Just stop fuckin asking about it constantly.” 

His comment was the wrong thing to say. It was the straw that broke the camel's back, the words that made the anger in your stomach spike into an uncontrollable fury. “ You know what? Don't bother getting me anything!” you hissed “ I don’t need a goddamn thing from you.” 

“ What the hell is your fuckin issue?” Chuuya’s fist made contact with the table, his action made the stack of your newly sorted paperwork slide down towards the floor “ You’ve been having a goddamn attitude lately, the hells your problem?!” 

“ I don’t know, maybe if you actually took your time to come home once in a while you’d know!” your palms hands slammed against the table in equally furious fashion. 

Chuuya let out a growl- bit back the insult at the tip of his tongue. Still his words came out just as sharp as before, if not more painful, blaming “ Do you even understand my financial role? Or do you think my apartment gets paid for by itself, just like the wine and other ‘necessities’?-” You opened your mouth, ready to snap back that he had himself to blame for refusing to take a damned penny off your hands. He had no right to blame you when you had offered to pay time and time again only for him to stuff the money right back into your hand. But he did not let you speak. No, Chuuya kept going, not finished in his fury-filled trade. “ - Besides who the fuck would want to come home to someone constantly ungratefully pissy, hmm?” 

“If that’s how you’re feeling then we shouldn’t be together at all” your voice was just shy of a scream, your eyes full of humiliated anger. There was one thing to be pissy because of work related stress but this was crossing boundaries even Chuuya would normally stay clear of. 

Not today. 

“ Maybe you’re fucking right about that doll!” Chuuya didn't yell. Yet his words echoed loudly, louder than any other sound in his god forsaken office.  

You felt like you were slapped. The fight left your system with one big exhale. Your shoulders slumped and you bowed your head. Hands returned to your sides, balled into tight fists. 

Chuuya waited for you to say something. When you didn’t he let out a long sigh and turned back to the papers in front of him. You heard the way he picked up his pen, the scratches of the tip against the pristine papers “ I’ll send someone with you to get your things.” 

“ Don’t bother, I don’t need or want jack-shit from you” you turned on your heel and headed in the direction of the office door. 

Chuuya spoke again before you could leave his office; “ Don’t bother coming back to the Mafia. You’re relieved of your duties.” 

A sense of dread filled you but you were too proud to show it. Your lips set into a thin line as your hand lingered on the doorknob. “ As you wish. Don’t come crying to me when you’ll regret this later.” you spat then snuck out of the room right before Chuuya’s fury could reach you. 

You closed the office door just in time to hear something smash against it behind you, presumably the half eaten bento you had taken such time and care to prepare for him. Made his favourite things and brought it over for him too. 

Fucking ungrateful bastard. 

 A dull frozen feeling set  in your body- your mind hadn’t processed what had just transpired. Could not understand how you had lost everything; your home, your job, your lover and your life over a simple question. A request for something other than a last minute generic cake for your upcoming birthday. 

Still as you sat down in your car and pulled out of the Port Mafia parking lot for the last time in your life you couldn’t help the tears that streamed down your cheeks. The suffocating heartache- but also the tiny bit of relief that bloomed in your chest. The relief at the fact that the bloodthirsty executive of the Mafia finally showed his true colours- true thoughts- about you. Blamed you for the fact that you had stayed home from work during the past weeks. Blamed you for the insufferable act of wanting your partners attention. No, he was your ex partner and that was for the better. 

It was better that you broke up now than if something similar happened in the next weeks. Or so you told yourself. A few days from now you would have told him the truth and then you would have been trapped with him. By him. A caged bird with no chance to escape. No you should be happy, thankful that he decided to finally show the ugly of his character. 

Murderer unable to handle a heart. 

As similar thoughts ran through your mind, you couldn’t help the almost manic smile that appeared on your lips as you drove further and further away from the life you knew. After all, you were certain Chuuya would come to regret this decision in the future. 

But by then it would be too late. 

Your eyes flickered to the passenger seat where a large, obnoxious gift bag sat. With huge golden letters it spelled out “congratulations” and from it peeked out a shirt with the words; 

You’re going to be a dad…

Author note: And Chuuya would most certain regret his actions ...

Hope you enjoyed this little special addition to Raven's special that's the lengths of an actual fic. Yes I've had it prepared in advance and used this as an excuse to publish it. Hope this angst hurt just a tiny bit more than the previous. Don't forget to check Raven's masterlist! and wait for the next Special ;) ©ravencincaide 2024. Do not copy/repost/translate or spread my work(s) without my explicit permission. If you see any of my work(s) reposted/copied anywhere else without my consent, please inform me!

[buttsmasher]

Gage (Edited)

Been trying to go through my old stories and slowly re-upload them after I give them a review. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Tags/Warnings: Fag bashing, face farting, willing victim turned to unwilling, asphyxiation by farts, fart torture

Gage is a grade A prick. You pretty much learned that the moment he moved into the house. Your other roommate literally moved out because he couldn’t stand him. The only reason you’ve stayed is because the rent is cheap and the landlord isn’t complete trash. The other reason is that you have a sort of hate crush on Gage.

You understand he’s a prick and he seems like a bit of a fag basher, but dude has a rockin bod. And he has no sense of other people’s personal boundaries. One time when you had friends over, he walked out of his room completely naked to get a beer out of the fridge. Which you didn’t mind too much because you got front row seats to watch his ass jiggle. Your lesbian friends were mortified of course. Especially when he started to shake his hips to make his dick flop around. After that, you’ve all decided to do movie night at their house now to avoid any more incidents.

The other thing about Gage is that he’s a literal gas bomb. The dude is constantly gassy and it may make your dick strain against your shorts when you’re both watching TV and he lifts a leg to let out a massive fart. And look, if you’re secretly there taking quiet inhales of his stinky gas then no one needs to know.

It all comes to a head today though. You keep a journal, and you may or may not have written all your dirty fantasies about Gage in them. Looking back at it, probably not the best idea, but too late to change that now. 

You’re in the kitchen making scrambled eggs when Gage comes into the kitchen. “Good morning.” You mumble to him, not fully expecting an answer. He opens the fridge and pours himself a glass of OJ as he plays on his phone. He laughs at something before walking towards the kitchen table. 

“Hey fart slut, what’s for breakfast?” You freeze. Did he really just say that? He snaps his fingers a couple of times. “Yo, fag, I’m talking to you.” You slowly turn to look at him.

“Uhm, Scr-scrambled eggs?” You don’t know why it came out as a question. 

“Cool, I want cheese on mine.” He doesn’t even look at you as he plays on his phone.

“Oh, uhhh, I didn’t make enough for the both of us.” You look at the pan and push it around. 

“It’s fine, just give me yours.” 

“What?” He locks eyes with you.

“Let me put it another way. Give me your breakfast and I don’t post your dirty fart fantasies online.” You try to stay calm but you’re freaking out. You turn back around fully and focus on finishing the eggs, throwing cheddar cheese on top right before you finish. Your hands are shaking as you plate the food and bring it over to Gage.

“Anything else?” You say nervously placing the food and a fork down in front of him.

“Tabasco.” He doesn’t look up from his phone, you just do as he says. “Sit.” He says as you go to make yourself more scrambled eggs. “I gotta say, you’re pretty nasty. I mean, to like that shit, you gotta have some serious problems.”

“Fuck off.”

“I mean, to want to get on your knees to sniff someone’s dirty ass. That’s some dog level shit.” You watch as he stuffs his mouth with eggs. “Tell me, how are you any better than a dog?”

“You’re an ass.” Your chair groans against the floor as you get up. 

“Sit back down.” Gage says firmly.

“No, fuck you. I don’t have to take this.”

PFFFFFBBRRRFFFFFF

You freeze as Gage rips a five second fart. The smell hits you from where you’re standing. You can hear Gage laughing from behind you and you can’t help the shame that wafts over you. “You’re pathetic. You get one whiff of my ass funk and you can’t walk away.” You take a deep breath and calmly begin to walk to your room. “I have more where that came from, you know?” You squeeze your eyes shut, wanting to ignore him. 

PFFFFFF

A high pitched fart hisses from his ass. “See? And they can be up your nose if you ask me nicely.” You’re not even looking at him and you can just see his cocky grin.

“What do you want?” You ask, knowing you’ve already lost.

“Heh, knew it.” You hear his chair scrape against the floor as he gets up. “You just need to beg.” He puts his hands on your shoulders. “Beg your daddy to fart up your nose.” He whispers in your ear.

“You’re an ass.”

“I know.” He turns you around and pushes you down onto your knees. “Beg doggy.” You lock eyes again, completely humiliated on the ground.

“Please, Gage, fart up my nose.” You say without enthusiasm. 

PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

“Fuck, that was a big one you just missed out on. Beg.” You sigh.

“Please daddy, please make me your fart slut.” He laughs.

“Better.” He turns around giving you the view of his brief clad ass. “Get your face in it.” You do as he says, getting a whiff of the lingering scent of the last fart. “Just remember you wanted this.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFF

Airy farts warm your face as your nose gets overwhelmed by the absolutely toxic smell. It’s not like anything you thought it’d be like. “Wait.” You manage to cough out. “Wait stop.” You go to pull away but he holds you firmly in place.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He hikes his leg up slightly.

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBRBRBFFFFFTTTTTT

“Oof, that one’s gonna be bad.” He wasn’t wrong. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you're forced to endure that blast of a ten second fart. It’s absolutely eggy, and your eyes are watering. “Definitely wouldn’t want to be down there. But you’re liking this right fag?” You frantically shake your head no, wanting to pull away. “Aww, I knew you’d love my ass. Here, I’ll blow you a kiss.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFF

Another disgusting fart burns it’s way up your nose and down to your lungs. Your face is extremely warm and you can’t think straight. You strain to pull away from the toxic fumes constantly barraging your face but Gage’s hold is too strong.

PFFFFBRBRBRFFFFFFTTT

“Look, I know my brew is strong, but you’re the one who wanted this. And you begged oh so nicely for daddy to fart in your face. Who am I to get in your way of your dream?”

PFFFF PFF PFFFFFF PFFFFF

“It’s okay, I won’t judge you. Well maybe a little. Only cause you’re a fucked up a fag.” 

PFFBBRRRFFFTTT

It’s getting really hard to breathe down here. The only air you’re getting is Gage’s eggy farts. You’ve begun to uncontrollable cough and gag against his dirty briefs. 

“Man, imagine if I didn’t have these undies on. There’s no way you would survive that.” He laughs as he pulls his tight black briefs under his naked ass.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFF

“Jesus, what did you put in those eggs? I bet you put in some extra fiber didn’t you?” 

“I know I’m a gassy guy, but damn, this is way worse than normal.” 

PFFFFFFFFBBBRRRRRRBRRRRR

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT

Everything is spinning around you and you’re having a hard time staying conscious. 

“Is it everything you hoped for faggot?” 

PFFFFF PFFFFFFFF PFFFFTTT PFFFFF

You feel yourself slump further into his musky ass, no longer able to keep yourself upright. You can hear Gage laughing as everything fades to black. A final fart hits your nose as you finally lose consciousness. “Night night fag.” Gage lets your body hit the floor before leaving you there.

When you awake again, you’re still on the kitchen floor. The smell of Gage’s ass still lingering on you.

[griefabyss69]

Instinct

Written for @steddiemicrofic! And specifically for @wynnyfryd who dropped this idea like a catnip toy in front of me and said "someone should write this"!

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'DRESS' wc: 350 | rated: M | cw: Clothes ripping

Steve wears tiny workout clothes and Eddie has bad impulse control! Oops!

There are many points of Eddie's life, plotted out like thumbtacks on a map, that he's not proud of. The biggest ones weren't his fault—he did the best he could!—but anything medium sized or smaller…

There's nobody else to blame when it's your own impulses that fail you, right?

Marching right up to Steve—hairy, pink-faced, sweaty Steve—fresh from his morning jog was one thing. So far so good!

Reaching out and grabbing his threadbare tank top and… and… ripping it down the middle, then whipping it off?

Another thumbtack for the map.

He doesn't know what to say for himself. He answers Steve's "What the fuck, Eddie?!" with "Dude, they come in 6-packs, it's fine" instead of perhaps… "sorry", or even an explanatory "ravish me in front of the OJ".

The shirt—in tatters!—now rests on the floor and Eddie's fingers rest in Steve's chest hair, where he scratches lightly. Steve's pink-face is turning a deeper red and he reaches up to grab Eddie's wrists. He seems shocked, but he finds his words right as Eddie's finger presses against his nipple.

"Stop like, scratching my—Oh!"

Eddie pauses, waiting, a hunter turned hunted as Steve grips him tighter just to push his hands in harder.

"Uh. Nevermind," he says, his voice going tight. "Keep going."

Now that Eddie has permission, he wrestles out of Steve's hold—he looks so sad about it that Eddie almost begs for forgiveness—so he can grab the waistband of his tiny little jogging shorts and yank those down. He doesn't rip them; they're vintage Hawkin's Gym shorts and he's worried Steve would replace them with something that actually fits.

Steve gasps and his chest expands with it and Eddie gives in—always giving in, these days!—smushing his face into it. He wants to finish undressing Steve, but the keep going was nebulous enough that Eddie gets to run on instinct here.

So he moans into his chest, playing with the waistband of Steve's jockstrap, as he tries not to rut against his thigh too desperately.

When he gets his mouth on his nipple and bites, it feels like success.

[inanimate-xanity]

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