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[blkkizzat]

❛ MY SHORTY ALWAYS ON SOME BULLSHIT LIKE CHICAGO ❜

part of the 420 'We Be Burnin' dispensary series

⋙ MENU ITEM: PLUG!CHOSO x SORORITYBRAT!READER ⋙ PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 (completed)

⋙ product description (summary): you can't stop fucking your drug dealer with the big dick but you can't let your reputation be ruined by actually dating him—he'll just have to deal with it—or is it that he will end up dealing with you? ⋙ side effects (tw): cunnilingus, car sex, backshots, riding, dick sucking, sex for drugs, slut reader, reader being a huge bitch lmfao. slightly black girl coded but no descriptors. this is just p1 tw, p2 will have its own lol. ⋙ thc levels (wc): 3.9k of 22.1k ⋙ inventory notes (a/n): best viewed in dark mode. had to split it up into two parts because i wanted to post on time for 420. barely made it lol!

Plug!Choso who you walked all the way across campus to meet, nervously waiting in the almost always empty parking garage underground level. You don’t even really smoke weed but sorority elections are coming up soon and if you can be the “cool one” to get everyone lit on 420 (as your last plug recently got busted) you could secure a lot more votes. Sure, you were going to an extreme length to win but the last 4 generations of your family have been president of this chapter at your university. You didn't think your mother would even let you back in the house this summer if you didn’t win. So reluctantly, here you are. 

Plug!Choso who when he finally pulls up intimidates you with his looks when he rolls down his window as he’s all dark hair, piercings and tattoos. You want to just do the transaction through the window but he tells you to “get in”. You were a new customer and he had to vet you first to make sure you “weren’t 12.”

Plug!Choso who laughs in your face when you angrily slam the door taking offense and yelling at him if he ‘that regardless of your baby face he was fucking blind if he really thought you looked like a 12 year old.’ You turn up your nose at him but quickly are made to feel like an idiot when he clarifies he meant 12 as in the cops. You blush even harder when he says ‘he’d never mistake anyone with tits like yours for being that young.’

Plug!Choso who you only end up hooking up with because your sorority sisters short changed you. How the hell were you supposed to know an ounce was $250!? You ask if he could let you have a deal at $150 as that's what your old dealer Mahito sold it for before he got busted.

“S’cause his shit was weak, princess. Shouldn’ve even been payin’ that much to be real with you. This is that dank shit and if you want it you gotta pay. I ain’t running a charity.”

You ask if you can pay via venmo, cash app, anything but Choso only takes cash.

Panicking as you did not have $100 extra bucks in cash it’s you who suggests if you could you pay it off in a different way. 

Plug!Choso isn’t one to get sexual favors for weed as he had bills to pay and a baby brother to take care of, but your cute prissy ass reminds him so much of girls from his high school. The ones who’d only ever looked at him back then with disdain. Who came from stable families, were spoiled rotten and thought anyone who didn’t live their perfect cookie cutter life was trash. Choso wasn’t a virgin but he’d lived a damn near celibate life for the last few years, he could use a little stress release from a lil’ snobby thing like you.

Plug!Choso who you only agreed to give a handjob to and you unbuckled the belt on his tattered black jeans as he sits back and lights a joint. You roll your eyes and steel your nerves with a breath as you pull down his boxers. However the sight of his freed cock immediately has your inner slut going crazy. 

How is it that you can’t fit your pink manicured nails completely around his thick shaft?  

Why did his dick have to be so pretty fully erect, red tip throbbing as he pusles in your hand when you tease his frenulum with the pad of your finger? 

And just what's gotten into you now? It's shameful how you're rubbing your thighs together just from seeing him throw his head back while biting his lip to keep from whimpering. You have his sculpted hard abs trembling from you flicking over the bent barbell of his prince albert piercing. 

The silver reflected even in the dim garage lighting as his thick pre collected in drops on the ball of the piercing before dribbling down your hand. You unconsciously wet your lips. You know you only said a hand job but you wanted a taste—badly.

It isn’t long before you are giving into your cravings and talking him fully into your mouth needing a taste of him and forcibly gagging around his girth curious to see how much his cock could have you choking. 

Plug!Choso’s eyes flew open and he almost dropped his joint once he felt the hot n’ slick wetness of your velvety tongue slurping up the pre leaking off his piercing and taking him fully into your throat until he was hitting tonsils. 

Yet it’s because you are the massive slut that you are, it’s an even shorter amount of time before you pop him out of your mouth, lift your skirt and slide your panties to the side in order to bounce on him raw in the driver's seat. He makes you cum so hard your squirt splashes to drench his pants and even hits his dashboard and steering wheel. He reluctantly has to lift you off him at the last minute so he doesn’t come inside, further soiling you and his car. Choso doesn’t mind though as seeing you getting that messy for him made him hard all over again— and he pulls you into the backseat for round 2 which consists of you face-down ass-up getting the backshots of your fucking life.

Plug!Choso who you quickly start secretly hooking up with on the regular. Seeing as everyone loves how hard his shit hits they send you more frequently to pick it up. You pretend like it's a minor inconvenience but your stomach clinches in anticipation thinking of his fat cock inside of you. Of course, you aren’t disclosing to your sorority sisters how his dick hits even harder than his than his weed. You shiver just thinking of it carving through your guts ruthlessly every time you fuck. 

Plug!Choso who you are now secretly texting ‘cowboy’ and ‘eggplant’ emoji whenever you want your doonies beat down— regardless if you are getting weed from him or not that day. However when you are sent to get weed from him, he isn’t even charging you any longer. He tells you to keep it and get a new full set. You always manage to fuck up your acrylics bad when you are with him. Not your fault he fucks you so good you are desperate in the moment to cling to him, the handles, the dashboard— whatever you could get your hands on to grip to keep from loosing your mind as you always end up fucked absolutely dumb. 

Plug!Choso who you end up low-key dating but you are still a huge bitch to him in public. Acting like you don't know who he is when you see him. Tsk, you were just begging for him this morning to meet you in the ‘usual spot’ in the near abandoned campus garage lot so he could fuck you. You treated him like he was dirt beneath your shoe whenever you’d see him even though you’d be crying on his cock beneath him just a few hours prior. Choso thinks it’s disrespectful and annoying as fuck but he just deals with it. It's not like he's caught feelings or anything yet.

Plug!Choso who puts up with your shitty attitude and being your dirty little secret as you are the best— and only pussy— he’s had in a while. Not to mention you are always super sweet to his brother Yuji, who adores you. Choso didn’t intend to ever have you meet him but he ended up having Yuji with him one day. He had to pick him up out of the blue as an emergency near the same time he was supposed to pick you up from the nail salon. 

Although you had even got a fresh wax at the salon and were ready to show it off, finding Yuji, all of 7 years old, in the backseat was an immediate buzz kill. Initially expecting Choso to tell you that’s his kid, a pang of guilt ran through you when he explained his little brother who he takes care of got sick at school and needed to be picked up right away. You weren’t answering his calls or texts and he didn’t want to leave you hanging without a ride. 

You don’t tell Choso you’ve silenced notifications from him (in case one of your sisters were to see his name popup). Instead, you offer to cook Yuji soup when you learn it's only Choso solely taking care of Yuji. Especially after Choso confesses he was just going to pick up a can of chicken noodle and some crackers from the store. 

Heart fluttering at how gentle you are with Yuji in contrast to your usual demanding and bitchy nature, Choso curses at himself that he might be falling in love with you. Although he is well aware his feelings would never be reciprocated by you. Nevertheless, as a ‘thank you’ for dinner, after putting Yuji to bed Choso eats you out for 2-hours straight on the sofa. You end up having to stuff your soggy panties in your mouth to keep your cries in and not wake up Yuji. The way Choso is sloppily munching on your pussy has you cumming deliciously back to back to back on his thick pliable tongue. 

Plug!Choso who after you end up fucking more at his house, a mile or so away from campus, rather than his car these days. In fact, it isn’t even all about sex anymore as you spend the majority of your time over there helping Yuji with his homework, baking cookies, playing games and movie nights with the two of them. 

Once Yuji would go to bed Choso would bring you to the basement to smoke you out before he fucked you out. It’s during one of these smoke sessions though you learn that Choso actually got a full ride scholarship to go to the same university you do now 5 years ago but one quarter into his first year his parents had both died in a tragic accident. Yuji was only 2 then and the thought of losing the only family he had left to foster care was not an option for Choso. When the time came he stepped up to the plate and didn’t think twice about dropping out. 

However fast food jobs and grocery store shifts weren’t cutting it. He’d have to spend nearly all day and night away from Yuji just to keep a roof over his head to afford his late-parent’s mortgage. Dealing, although dangerous, was the best option and being the actual genius Choso was, he was smart about it. More guilt fills you always assumed anyone slanging drugs on the street was a burnout who couldn’t cut the real responsibilities of life. Yet Choso already had way more responsibility than anyone his age should have had.

You had sorely misjudged him.

Plug!Choso who realizes sooner than you do the closer the two of you become the harder it is for you to juggle Sorority life and Choso and Yuji— it’s almost as if you are living a double life. Truthfully you are, in a way as you are always sneaking off. Choso wonders what lies you tell your sorority sisters to be gone most weeknight evenings and weekend mornings. The lies of ‘labs' or ‘volunteer work’ wouldn’t likely cut it much longer. When you’re not around, Choso reasons he should probably cut things off with you before the inevitable fall out happens. But he always reconsiders when Yuji kept consistently inquiring as to where his ‘pretty lady girlfriend is’.  

Choso doesn’t have the heart to tell Yuji you aren’t his girlfriend yet. 

Plug!Choso who starts inviting you to Yuji’s little league games on weekends once Yuji expresses with abundant enthusiasm he wants you to see him play! The little guy, who is not so little for his age, is actually pretty athletic. Adorably every home run he hits he always makes sure to wave to you and Choso in the stands. Grinning widely Yuji blushes at your praise and cheering for him, which makes you just want to cheer harder. Your high school cheerleading experience finally coming in handy again. You go so often that sometimes other parents mistake the two of you for Yuji’s mom and dad. You always hastily respond “I’m just a family friend!”

A family friend. Not Choso's girlfriend. 

Plug!Choso whose jaw clenches whenever this happens— not that you ever notice. What the fuck were you doing if you weren’t dating? Yet Choso knew he couldn’t be completely mad at you as even after 3 months he still hadn’t technically asked you to be his girlfriend. Still that fact angers Choso too as he knows he hasn’t because he fears— no he knows— you wouldn’t say yes. Choso picks you up and drops you off blocks away from campus. You also managed to deflect every suggestion for going out on an actual date night on the town when Yuji is over his friend's Megumi or Nobara houses. Also you sure as shit don’t invite him to the many greek life parties you attend (not that he even wanted to go— I mean he would for you. If you'd ask him). Hell, you don’t even follow him back on IG and he knows better than to like or comment on anything other than your stories which goes straight to your DMs. 

Plug!Choso knows you have a reputation to protect and how it would look for the tall n’ scary pierced n' tatted emo drug dealer to be the one by your side. Choso eventually resigns himself to live in the shadows of your life for now. Choso would just have to work harder to pay off the house so he could stop dealing and be someone you’d want to show off (even if deep down he feels he will never be good enough).

However this all comes to a boil a few weeks later the morning of the championship game for Yuji’s little league. As their star player Yuji was so excited to be in his first championship and made you pinky promise you would come. 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, kiddo!” You lovingly beamed at him. 

But you lied.

You did miss it. 

Finals and the sorority election week had come up fast out of nowhere and hit you like a whirlwind. As a result you saw little of Choso and Yuji in the days leading up to it. Yet at the end of the week you emerged victorious, both in keeping up your 3.8 GPA and winning the election for sorority president. You were so ecstatic on both accounts that you partied hard the night before Yuji’s big game.

Coincidentally forgetting about it entirely as the next morning was the Annual Greek Council Brunch event to officially inaugurate all new Greek council members across all sororities and frats. As newly elected president and since your sorority was hosting this year it was your job to throw it. It was a huge event that even parents and chapter alumni attended. 

Plug!Choso who smoked 3 cigarettes as he waited for you for nearly 40 minutes before he knew he had to leave soon or he’d miss the start of the game too. Deciding to drive by your sorority as a last ditch effort Choso sees red when he spies you on the lawn giggling and flirting with the campus caterers as you direct them to the back of the house. You looked gorgeous, all dolled up, hair done and make-up flawless. The dress you wear looks expensive, something he might even be able to afford to buy you if he wasn’t making triple mortgage payments each month to cut the interest and pay off his home faster. However, he can't deny the baby blue checkered fabric looks great on you. A fact Choso notices the caterer douchebags didn’t miss either as they fall a few steps behind you to check out your plump ass and rib at each other.

Plug!Choso who knows the reasonable thing to do would be to just drive away and avoid any conflict. Although before his mind registers it his body is already flicking his cigarette butt out of the open car door before slamming it shut as he storms across the lawn of your sorority house. Reaching the back of the house Choso was taken back by how grand everything looked. A sea of pristine white tables adorned with arrays of bouquets, fine china and crystal glasses that sparkled divinely in the morning sun. The event was still in setup mode so more flowers, decorations and adornments were being brought in by the second by workers brushing past Choso like he wasn't even there.

In any other scenario a grand display of refinery such as this would have Choso feeling self-conscious and out of place. He is aware as good as anyone else how sorely his dark looks contrast with the peppy and airy vibes of greek life.

However, all that flees out of his mind as soon as he sees you near the DJ booth—now having the nerve to shamelessly flirt with him too. 

“Yo, princess.”

Plug!Choso who seems casual from his tone but the look on his face is anything but. You on the other hand looked as if you had seen a ghost as all the color drains from your face. 

“Choso!”

You squeaked out a greeting as your head whips around to see who all was around.

Phew! Thankfully it was mostly staff and the greek members who were helping with setup were still inside.

But what the fuck was Choso even doing here?

You started to get pissed as he knew better than to roll up on you like this and today of all days!? 

“Come on, let’s go, we're gonna be late.”

He grabs your arm which you quickly snatch back from him giving him an incredulous look as if he just sprouted two more heads.

“What the fuck Choso, you can’t just barge in here like this! Have you lost your mind?! What are you even doing here?!” 

You try to keep your voice hushed as you pull him to the side of the DJ booth trying not to draw attention. 

“Nah princess, the question is what the fuck are you doing here?”

Irritation was dripping from Choso’s words who clearly didn’t give a single fuck about how loud he was being or the boundaries you’d set around your school life and it made your blood boil. He knew this was a busy week for you and you wouldn’t be around as much, he couldn’t wait a few more days!?

What right did he have to be here right now?

Let alone be this upset with you? 

You roll your eyes as you scoff. 

“Well as I am the newly elected president of this sorority it's my job to throw this brunch! I’ve had a really long stressful week and this is a really big event for me. My first event even! I have so much–”

“—Fuck! Are you really this clueless?!”

Choso angrily snaps at you and you are visibly startled into silence as his interruption immediately shuts you up.

He’s towering over you now and you’ve never realized before just how much bigger than you he was. His personality was usually so chill and unassuming that it shrunk his overall presence.

Come to think of it you’ve never even seen him angry before, annoyed sure, but he was clearly mad mad now.

“I– Me– My— Goddamn it, do you really think of no one but yourself?!”

The DJ, who had been overhearing your conversation tries to butt-in to white knight for you but is quickly told off by Choso who tells him ‘walk the fuck on while he still had legs that could walk’. The advice which was expeditiously taken as the DJ quickly left the conversation just as fast as he’d entered it.

“Choso– what the—”

Choso doesn’t let you finish, cutting you off again.

Fed up with this, you and whatever twisted situationship you currently had— he needed to say his piece. 

“—I’ve been waiting for you for almost an hour, princess. Does your self absorbed lil’ brain even remember why?”

Your own anger is quickly dissipating into confusion as you cannot fathom what in the hell Choso was even talking about. It takes you a few good moments but your eyes widen once you realize.

Oh shit…

“Umm…Y-Yuji’s big game, isn’t today– is it?”

You meekly asked but you already knew the answer. 

“Bingo, princess! You’d promised him you’d be there. Do you know how much he’s been looking forward to this? It’s all he’s been talking about. Do you know how crushed he’s going to be if you aren’t there?!”

Shit! Shit! Shit!

You knew balancing seeing Choso and Yuji with your increasingly demanding school life was starting to get more challenging but you didn’t realize you’d fuck up this badly.

You really didn’t want to disappoint Yuji, who at this point felt like your own little brother that you never had —but you’d be prepping for this sorority presidency nearly your entire life! 

Your parents were even coming to this! 

Shit, which reminds you Choso cannot be here when they show up. 

Plug!Choso who knows he’ll have to speed now when he leaves if he wants to make the first pitch of Yuji’s game and makes one last ditch effort to get you to attend, but of course it fails.

“Choso, I– I can’t. I want to... but you know how important this is to me. My family. They will be here soon too I—”

Choso tunes out the rest of your excuses as your mention of ‘my family’ had cut unintentionally deep.

You’d gotten so close to him and Yuji that you did feel like ‘their family’. But you weren’t and it was the foolish hope that you could one day become that Choso selfishly indulged in.

He could deal with the hurt, he was used to life shitting on him but it wasn’t fair to Yuji. 

“There he is! That’s him!”

The pussy ass DJ had gone and gotten back up as a group of frat guys in suits rushed over. The commotion was also drawing a few of your sorority sisters and you curse under your breath as a small crowd forms and all eyes draw to you.

“It’s okay guys, he’s clearly lost and is leaving now, right?”

Your voice is bitchy but your eyes are pleading with Choso.

You're pleading with Choso: Not to ruin the event.

Not to be angry with you.

And not to make this situation any worse than what it was. 

“Wait— this guy? He’s that burnout dealer, yeah?”

One of the frat guys chime-in and there's laughter and giggles around.

“Oh my god, it is! He's like so obsessed with her. I always see him creeping around.”

One of your sisters adds with a sneer.

“Not a stalker! Ew!” 

Another one adds.

“What does this weirdo even want with you!?”

More of your sisters chime in.

Choso doesn’t care though.

He only cares what you think. What you’re going to say.

Your phone dings and you look at it. Shit. Your parent’s just arrived on campus.

You didn’t want to do it this way but you had to end this now.

It was better this way. That’s what you would console yourself with later at least.

“Look—Choso was it? This is a private event and you need to leave.”

You turn to your sisters to explain further. “I tutor his little brother for my volunteer work and he somehow got the crazy idea that I was going to go to some little baseball game with them or whatever.”

You turn back to Choso.

“Well— as you can clearly see. I can’t go. I’m busy and like I said this is a private event so again, you need to leave, understood?”

You turn away not being able to stomach the look on his face like a coward and make up some excuse about checking on the ice sculpture which should have been already placed on one of the center banquet tables. 

You know he’s left from the jeers of ‘bye loser!’ ‘fuck outta here freak!’ echo out from the garden. 

This was for the best after all….

….right? PART 2

⋙ ©blkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or gfx, do not translate.

⋙ lol y/n is a huge bih who doesn't deserve our sweet baby. no worries though she is gonna learn her lesson good in part 2 where she finds out shit ain't so sweet lmfao. lmk if you wanna be tagged in comments/reblogs. eta— omg there were so many errors lmfao see this is what happens when i dont re-read my shit 50x before posting lol. i fixed it! sorry to anyone who read it before lol. ⋙ reblog to smoke on choso's joint but comments and likes are appreciated!

[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 30: Fame and Fortune

Words: 1000

Rating: T

Pairing: Eddie x Reader

CW: language

Summary: When rockstar Eddie and his actress wife go to buy a sports car, their salesman has a familiar face

@corrodedcoffinfest

Eddie didn’t think his life could get much better. He’s a Grammy Award winning rockstar in a band with his best friends, he’s married to you, a smoking hot Oscar Award winning actress, and you two have your dream life all planned out. Where you want to live, how many kids you want to have, and even what cars you want to drive.

Which leads you to a Ferrari dealership in Chicago. It’s not where you live, but if you happen to find a car you fall in love with, you have more than enough money to have it delivered to your home.

The two of you step into the pristine white building, Eddie’s hand held snugly in yours. A dealer makes his way out of the offices in the back to greet you, and you hear Eddie let out a surprised scoff. You turn your head to look at him in question, but he’s looking straight ahead at the shorter man approaching you.

“Well, long time no see,” Eddie says once the man is close enough.

The salesman looks cowed. There’s a pained pinch to his face, like Eddie is the last person he wants to see and this is the last place he wants to be.

“Welcome in,” the man says. He looks from your husband to you. “My name is Jason. What can I help you with today?”

Eddie’s hand falls from your own and he stretches his arm out and over your shoulders. A glance in his direction shows a satisfied smirk on his pretty face.

“The wife and I would like to purchase a new car. Thought we’d test drive some Ferrari’s and see if anything catches our attention.”

“Uh, sure,” Jason says, slipping his hands into the pockets of his khakis. “I’ll meet you outside and we’ll take a look at some cars?”

“Sounds good,” Eddie says.

He steers you towards the side door while Jason heads toward the offices.

The shit-eating grin on your husband’s face confuses you and the moment you step outside, you question him.

“What’s going on?” you ask.

“That shrimp is one Jason Carver,” he says as you wander between cars.

It takes a moment for the name to click. You skid to a stop, causing Eddie’s arm to slip from your shoulders.

“That’s the guy who was such an asshole to you in high school?”

The shock on your face only adds to Eddie’s giddiness.

“That’s him.”

“Ugh,” you groan as you start to walk through the sea of Ferrari’s again.

“Aw, baby!” It’s Eddie’s turn to come to a halt. He grabs your hands and excitedly bounces on the balls of his feet. “Can we please, please, please act like douchey rich snobs? You’re an actress, think of it as an exercise.”

You can’t help but laugh. He drops your hands and you reach up to cup his face.

“Let’s fuck with the asshole,” you agree.

By the time Jason comes out to meet you, you and Eddie have narrowed it down to two different cars you’d like to test drive: a red Ferrari and a yellow one.

Eddie slips into the driver’s seat for the test drive of the red one. As soon as he pulls out onto the main road and lets it get up to speed, he prompts you for the first bit of fake snobbery.

“What do you think, sweetheart?”

A long-suffering sigh escapes your lips as you lean back in your seat, wearing the most bored facial expression that you can manage.

“Ferraris have a reputation for speed,” you say, “but they don’t have the same level of meticulous craftsmanship found in an Aston Martin.”

Eddie has to dig his teeth into his bottom lip to keep from laughing. This act is so in contrast to your true personality last night when you found a fun sized KitKat in the bottom of your purse and were excited about it for the rest of the day.

“Ferrari’s have a more aerodynamic design than Aston Martins, which allows them to have a more aggressive and efficient performance,” Jason says from the back seat.

You don’t bother with a response, only humming a small, uninterested “mm” before turning your head to gaze out the window.

When you arrive back at the dealership, it’s your turn to get behind the wheel of the yellow sports car and Eddie’s turn to come up with obnoxious things to say.

“It’s really minimalist in here, isn’t it?” Eddie asks, inspecting the dials and buttons built into the dashboard. “You wouldn’t even know it’s a Ferrari if you didn’t look at the emblem on the steering wheel.”

“And it doesn’t ride as smoothly as the Porsche I drove in my last movie,” you add.

“Was it a prop car?” Jason asks.

You let out an offended snort.

“Absolutely not. You think I can’t tell the difference?”

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant to imply,” Jason says apologetically.

It’s the closest you and Eddie come to bursting out laughing.

“Was that in the superhero movie, baby?” Eddie asks.

“Hmm? Oh no, I drove a Lamborghini in that one,” you brag. “Which also rode smoother than this.”

This time when you get back to the dealership, Jason can’t get out of the car fast enough. You and Eddie share an amused look as you trail behind him back towards the building. Something tells you that Jason is going to be getting a drink after work tonight.

“So, what did you really think, babe?” you ask Eddie quietly, slipping your arm around his waist.

“I actually really liked the red one,” he admits with a laugh. “I’d hate to give him commission on a sale, though.”

“Aww, Eds,” you coo. “But then you’ll be the bigger man.”

“True.” Eddie considers. “Eh, what the hell? Then I can also hold being the bigger person over himl.”

You can’t help but giggle. It’s not exactly what you meant, but you can hardly blame him.

[cuddl3s4shur1]

Museum Day

Paring:Shuri x Museum Docent Y/n

Summary , As shuri needed to take a break from her lab work riri would take her out to art museum where she would fall in love with the docent

Authors Note: I’m just going to publish this so y’all don’t think about my drug dealer riri story or my Producer Shuri story 😄. Anyways enjoy this fluff if I do make a part 2 it’s going to be smut in a museum

Taglist : @inmyheadimobsessed @saintwrld @locoforshuri @taiiunknown @atssukoo @niaalove @malltake12 @writesbyriri @secretgyals

- I don’t remember anyone else sorry 😞

Sneak Peek 🫣: She comes out in a beautiful yet simple outfit. The young lady would catch the princess’s attention quick

♡ ♡

Amazed

That’s how shuri felt when she first saw you at the museum.

Riri had been practically begging shuri to come in Chicago so they can spend time together and mainly so shuri could get out the lab.

Recently riri had been seeing many advertisements and TikTok’s on a art museum in Chicago. Riri knew exactly where she was going to take shuri . She knew where would most likely enjoy the art sense she loves looking at new things .

“Bro your going to love this activity I planned out for you shuri “ riri says as she smiles realizing they where getting closer and closer to the museum. “We’ll knowing you riri I probably am “ shuri says unfazed . “Actually where are we going “ shuri questions riri . “Don’t worry about that “ she says riri becomes more anxious as she gets to the musem .“Riri your scaring me “ shuri jokes to her . “Bro you’ll be fine okay “ as riri says that she parallel parks her car . “And just like that where here , isn’t that just nice “ she smiles and looks at shuri . “Yeah I guess it is “ shuri says being nonchalant about it . She looks out the car window and sees that it’s a musem.

“Ahh a museum is it “ shuri says creating a slight smile . “ intle… intle (Nice…Nice) “ shuri says softly. “I got us a docent because i thought that maybe they would help” riri says as she gets out the car . “Thanks “ shuri says as she also gets out also . They walk into the museum in sync and they look around. “This is ubuhle obuphefumlayo ( Breathtaking Beauty) “ shuri says as she looks around the museum .

Riri heads to the front desk so she could get the docent . “Hello I’m Riri Williams and online I asked for a docent by the name of Gabriel” riri asks being as polite as she could possibly be . “Ah , your docent is not here but I can get you another one to replace his absent , is that fine “ the lady ends with a question. “Actually yes that would be great “ riri smiles . “Y/n , come to the front desk “ the lady says on her walky talky. Soon enough a young lady that looked around Riri’s age would show up . She comes out in a beautiful yet simple outfit. The young lady would catch the princess’s attention quick . “You called me Janet “ she says calmly. “Oh yeah sense gab is out your going to have to fill in “ she says smiling and looking at y/n but than ending and looking back at riri. “Oh ok well that’s fine” the lady says she was unfazed and calm which already riri liked .

Riri looked back at shuri and waved her so she could come over and start the tour . Instantly shuri walks towards the group like something took over her body.

“Is everyone here “ y/n questions the two . “Yes “ shuri smile. “Oh well welcome to the musem , I’ll be your docent today you may call me y/n if you have any questions about the art work just ask me and I’ll answer the questions to best of my ability “ she says smiling .”I’m riri and this is my friend and this is are first time here “ riri says being anxious and excited . “Oh well I hope you enjoy the art work and me as your docent today “y/n says . “Oh don’t worry we will” riri jokes .

The lady’s would stop at each and every art work they saw . Y/n thought this was nice since most people just glance and find a new art work that interests them. Shuri loved the how y/n was so calm and friendly with them .

As the musem would come to and end shuri started to admire y/n more the only problem was shuri being bad at flirting , “well this looks like it’s the last art work in this gallery, I hope you enjoyed me as your docent and I hope you enjoyed each and every work you saw today “ the lady says as she looks at the two women . “Any questions or thoughts “ she says asking not thinking any thing of it . “Um I was wondering if you like to hang out later “ shuri says. “I mean I usually don't hang out with people from work but I can maybe make a change those rules for you “ she says winking at shuri . This causes shuri to be flustered . “ talk to me when I’m at the front desk and maybe we’ll make something work “ y/n flirts with shuri and walks away .

“She was definitely feeling you “ riri jokes to shuri. “She was “ shuri says to riri . “ shuri are you being fr she literally winked and damn near flirted with you on job “ riri says being un able to realize how shuri was so oblivious to see y/n flirt . “Shuri please don’t fumble the bag ok “ riri demands to her . “Ok I’ll try “ she says . “Give me a pen a paper “shuri demands . Riri looks through her purse and give it to her .

Shuri writes a note

‘Call me later +1 XXX-XXX-XXXX - xoxo your love shuri :)’ .

Shuri goes over to the desk and grabs y/n’s hand. She trails her hand down y/n’s arm to her where she places the note . She closes it at it gives it a kiss . “See you later usana” shuri smiles .

Y/n reads the note and when finished she puts it in her back pocket.

“Oh y/n finna get laid “ Janet smirks . “Shut up Janet “ y/n jokes . “Just saying “ Janet says .

Oh how you where wondering how this call would go

[remidyal]

D20 Bad Fic Ideas of the Day

In the D20 fic discord, I semi-regularly post a Bad Idea of the Day, a fic idea I am myself unlikely to ever do much with but feel like throwing out there. I figured I would share some of these here, and who knows, maybe they'll spark something for other writers:

Bad idea of the day: Kristen Applebees, in Junior year, has to deal with the most horrific of new rival clerics: Janet Chili's.

Bad Idea Of The Day, A Crown of Candy edition. Lapin extra secretly is faking being a warlock of the Sugar Plum Fairy and actually IS loyal to the church; he turns on the others in the Cathedral.

Bad idea of the day, not Fantasy High edition - Six months after the fight in Times Square, the remaining members of the Dream Team have to fight the American Dream again, but it's like a video game where you fight an earlier boss later with a minor reskin and it's way less threatening. He's dressed like a used car dealer in an American Flag suit, and attempting to get into the real world simply to take place in a hot dog eating contest. (This one was posted on July 4th.)

Bad idea of the day, not even IH edition: Escape from the Bloodkeep, it turns out that if you feel strong enough emotions about someone then you can accidently forge a soulmate-esque bond that cannot be broken. Unfortunately for Leiland, the fear and hate he has for Galfast Hamhead counts.

Bad idea of the day: Adaine ends up as a warlock of her future self

Bad idea of the day, Never After edition: A fic that's just Henry Hubbard doing all the side quests Brennan wrote up that the IH just walked around

Bad Idea of the Day, Crossover Edition: Binx and Andhera, wondering the mortal realm after ACoFaF, have to go in to try to rescue one of the lost court of craft from that most dangerous of places, New York and its renegade new court, with the maybe-hostile leader in a pantsuit Rowan Berry

Bad idea of the day, ACoFaF edition: Hob actually reveals that he's three goblins in a hobgoblin trenchcoat right at the end of his finale speech to Rue

Bad Idea of the Day, Unsleeping City edition: The Dream Team has to deal with an unusually irritable New York city and a deadly attack on the Vox Phantasma, as an artifact hidden somewhere within the five boroughs has made it so that every living person in New York has a terminal case of insomnia

Bad idea of the day, time travel edition: In an accident of annoying proportions, Ayda finds herself lost in an unknown time in what should be Solace but is calling itself part of Highcourt. Eventually, she discovers a small orphan who doesn't remember his name who starts to follow her around, and she eventually comes to the realization that this is a young Arthur Aguefort.

Bad idea of the day: There is a cloud city full of ninja that is plotting to destroy the city of Leviathan, full of their natural enemies, the pirates.

Bad idea of the day, ASO edition: While Plug is off on his honeymoon, he's hired an all-purpose droid to manage his shop. Can Sundry Sydney keep the shop from shutting down or getting blown up for two weeks while waiting on Plug to get back?

Bad idea of the day, the Unsleeping City edition: Pete finds out that every 10 years, representatives of New York, Chicago, Detroit, and various other cities must gather together and fight to the death over which city's pizza will be perceived as the best for the next decade, and he's up to bat for New York.

Bad idea of the day, Remi's at the beach edition: Due to an incredibly poor choice of Arthur Aguefort's, one party every summer is responsible for the maintenance of a lighthouse on a secluded cursed island that comes under frequent attacks from the undead of those lost at sea. Can they manage to not kill each other after staying in a small isolated place together for three months?

Bad idea of the day, Remi is still on vacation edition: Following the disrespect of what happened in Fh and Fhsy Sol issues a proclaimation that unless Kristen Applebees and Arthur Aguefort are brought to justice, there will never again be a satisfactory beach day in Solace

Bad idea of the day, class swap edition: Adaine flunks out of Hudol at a way younger age and, desperately trying to find something she can do and also thrilled at the idea of getting away from her family for the summer gets herself signed up for a summer ranger youth program, being run by one Sandra Lynn Faeth. Bonus fun: she's literally the only child who signed up.

Bad idea of the day: An evil bad kids AU, except instead of the serious curse-driven version of this I have, it's like the ridiculous old star trek episodes where every mirror universe character has just absurd facial hair and wildly different personalities in ways that don't actually make sense

Bad idea of the day, My Escapism Fantasy Is Now Just It Not Being 95 Degrees and 80% Humid Edition: It's winter in Elmville and the first good snow of the year has arrived, which means it's time for an Aguefort tradition: An all-out snowball brawl between all of the school's parties to see who is the most frosty group around. Can the bad kids get over their much more natural inclination towards fire to pull out a victory?

Bad idea of the day, meta edition: A class swap AU where the classes and subclasses are directly taken from a different season but the same player.

Bad Idea of the Day, The Unsleeping City edition: After a run of strong retro advertising, the Dream Team must defeat a large number of the most evil imaginary things of all: Corporate mascots. Can they avoid the noid, stop the energizer bunny, and murder the Geico Caveman before fifteen minutes or less pass?

Bad idea of the day, it's 3 am in an apartment edition: A fic focused on Ayda's incarnation that first arrived in Leviathan and her construction of the Compass Points and seizing of the role of quartermaster of knowledge.

Bad idea of the day, pirate shanties edition: Fabian is a bard from the start, but can only work magic while on a ship because he gets too embarrassed to sing a shanty on land.

Bad idea of the day, editor edition: Adaine gets hold of one of my favorite magical items of all time, a spellbook that allows you to modify spells on the fly by adding, removing, or changing a single letter. For example, Sleep could instead become Sleet, to make an area icy terrain, or Disguise Self could instead be made into Disguise Elf to change the appearance of any elf.

Bad idea of the day, middle of the night edition: Adaine, in real need of some money following the events of FHSY, opens a paid service Oracle line and is deeply surprised and disappointed when she finds herself mostly ending up giving romantic advice.

Bad idea of the day, Remi's been watching cooking shows edition: Kitchen Nightmare King, who comes into your dreams and leaves you raving mad unless you manage to get at least an 8/10 on the dish you cook in 75 minutes or less in your dream.

Bad Idea of the Day: A year has come and gone, and it's time for the Hangvan's safety inspection. Has Gorgug sufficiently figured out all of the van's various systems to be safe, or will one of the mechanics accidentally trigger the weapons or the self-destruct?

Bad idea of the day, Grandfather was in a MOOD when he invented geese edition: It's the Bad Kid's senior year, and they've received the most dangerous quest assignment of all; a babysitting request for a ten year old wild magic sorcerer of some strange lineage and complete and utterly chaotic alignment named Peep Featherfowl.

Bad idea of the day, labor relations edition: Tired of the high lethality rate, the adventurers of Solace go on strike until the government agrees to assist in funding resurrections and other healing measures. This trickles all the way down to the very youngest adventurers, those of the Aguefort Adventuring Academy. Can they avoid being tricked by the wily Vice Principal Goldenhoard into accidentally becoming scabs?

(Bad idea of the day, parenthetical edition: Adaine in her junior year receives another divine appointment to a position she does not want and cannot get out of save by dying (or in this case, graduating): Editor of the Aguefort school newspaper.)

[cynicalone94]

Lightning Strike

WARNING: There is a suicide attempt in this chapter. Don't read if that bothers you.

Read on AO3 here.

Hailey is half asleep in the passenger seat of the truck. It’s been a long day, productive but starting in the pre-dawn hours and they’re just now heading for home with the sun long gone from the sky. 

But they got the drug dealer off the streets so in Hailey’s mind, it was a good day. 

But she can’t wait to get home and crawl into bed. 

She’s suddenly wide awake as Jay swerves hard to the side of the road. 

“Jay?” she asks, shifting to reach for her weapon as she looks around, trying to figure out why he’d pulled off the road. 

“We’re good.” he says distractedly, pulling off his seatbelt and reaching for the door handle. 

She trusts him, abandoning reaching for her weapon to get out of the car. 

Jay hops over the pair of barriers to get to the walkway, approaching the final barrier between him and the water. 

By the time he’s halfway there, Hailey sees the man standing on the wrong side of the railing and understands exactly why they’ve stopped. 

A jumper. 

She stays by the truck, calling it in and requesting backup. Her heart skips a few beats when Jay climbs the railing himself, leaning against to it next to the man.

But she trusts him so she doesnt move forward, not wanting to spook the guy by adding an extra body into the mix. 

Instead she watches his back the best way she can, working with arriving patrol officers to isolate the bridge and set up a command post. 

After what feels like days but in reality is only forty five minutes, she lets out a deep breath as Jay helps the man climb back over the railing. 

His hand rests on the man’s shoulder as they make their way back to the road, head ducked low to keep talking to him. 

The man is crying, tears streaming down his face but he’s nodding along to whatever Jay is saying. 

She’s there when they climb over the last barrier, stepping onto the road. 

“This is my partner.” Jay tells the man. “The reason I went to therapy. I didn’t want to do it anymore than you did but she threatened to ask for a new partner so I did.”

“And it helped?” the man asks. 

“Yeah.” Jay says. “It did. They’ll take you to Chicago Med tonight. They have an incredible psychiatry department. They’ll help you find a therapist that works for you.”

The man nods, stepping up into the ambulance. 

“I have to wrap up a few things here but I’ll check in on you.” Jay promises, shaking the man’s hand. “You’re going to be okay, Tommy.”

“Thanks man.” Tommy says, clinging to Jay’s hand for a moment before sitting back. 

The paramedic wraps the blood pressure cuff around his arm and Jay closes the door, giving it a slap before stepping away. 

Hailey follows him as he walks toward the center support and then stands in front of him as he leans heavily against it. 

“You okay?” 

“He’s been home six months.” Jay says, letting out a long breath. “The VA canceled four appointments in six weeks. And it wasn’t worth it so he gave up. Without someone to talk to… the stuff he saw just ate him alive.”

“What about you?” Hailey asks.

“What do you mean?” he asks. 

“You didn’t have anyone to talk to.” she says. “Did you…”

“When I first got home I was in pieces physically and mentally.” Jay tells her. “The VA couldn’t keep my appointments any better than Tommy’s and they prioritized physical therapy over mental therapy. I never met with a therapist. I spent the first six months essentially physically incapable of taking my own life and the next six months too drunk. But then I…”

Whatever he’s about to say is cut off as the air is shattered by a loud crack. 

Light fills the sky above them and Hailey watches in horror, nearly in slow motion as the lightning travels down the support that Jay is leaning against and into her husband’s body. 

Jay goes rigid, his head slamming back against the support as his hands twitch and spasm. 

“We need another ambulance over here!” Hailey screams, unable to take her eyes off him. 

When the electricity finally dissipates, Jay drops to the ground and Hailey lurches forward, dropping to her knees next to him. 

Her eyes are immediately drawn to the horrific burn pattern spread across his back but she forces herself to ignore it, rolling him onto his back and leaning over him to place her ear directly above his mouth. 

He’s still breathing, slow and shallow respirations that do nothing to settle her nerves. 

She presses her fingers into the side of his neck. 

Nothing. 

She presses harder, searching for a hint of anything and coming up empty. 

Shit. 

She lines up her hands, placing them on the center of her husband’s chest and beginning compressions. 

“Come on Jay.” she begs. “You were supposed to be taking me home, joining me in the shower and then we were going to sleep for twelve hours. Don’t do this to me.”

There’s no response and she feels her eyes water as she finishes a round of compressions and pauses to press her mouth to his, breathing air into his lungs. 

By the time she’s upright again, paramedics have reached them and she watches while they rip his shirt and jacket open to press the AED patches into place on his chest. 

Once they are in place, Hailey resumes compressions while the machine analyzes. 

‘Shock Advised.’ 

She pulls back, nodding to the paramedic who presses the button to administer the shock. 

Jay’s body jolts and she resumes compressions while the machine reanalyzes. 

‘Shock Advised.’

She pulls back again, watching as another shock jolts through her husband’s body. 

“We need to go.” the paramedic announces and Hailey helps them roll Jay up so that they can slide the backboard underneath him before lifting his limp body onto the stretcher. 

And then she climbs onto it, swinging her leg over his body and resuming compressions. 

There’s an enormous jolt as the stretcher is lifted up into the ambulance but she doesn’t stop, continuing compressions until the AED sounds again. 

‘Shock Advised.’

She rolls off the stretcher, pressing onto the bench while they administer the shock. 

She climbs back into place, resuming compressions as the ambulance lurches into motion. 

‘No Shock Advised.’

“He’s got a pulse.” the paramedic tells her as she glances over at her. “It’s thready but steady.”

Hailey clambers off to settle onto the bench seat. 

While she’s been fixated on her partner’s heart and the desperate fight to get it restarted, the paramedics have been busy. 

An IV is running into his arm, carrying saline and she has no doubt medications that had aided in the battle to bring his heart back online. 

An oxygen mask is in place over his face which has already lost several shades of color. 

“Just hang on, baby.” she begs him. “Hang on.”

She walks into a room at Med, thanking the nurse for buzzing her through the door. 

Thomas Kirkpatrick looks up at her in surprise. 

“I thought Jay said he would be checking on me.” he says. 

“Jay is a danger magnet who got struck by lightning within five minutes of you rolling out.” she says, shaking her head. “The doctors think he’s going to be okay but I know he’d want someone to check in with you, make sure you don’t think he forgot or that he was lying to you.”

“Lightning?” he says, eyes wide with shock. 

“Yeah.” she says, huffing an exhausted laugh. “This is what I deal with on a daily basis.”

“You don’t sound very annoyed by that.” he says, tilting his head. 

“I could do with a few less trips to the hospital.” she says. “But I wouldn’t trade having Jay as my partner for anything.”

“As just your partner?” he asks with a slight smirk. 

“Way more than just my partner.” she admits. 

He nods, looking down. 

“He’s lucky to have you.” 

“It goes both ways.” she assures him, biting her lip. “Look. I have no idea what the two of you went through over there. But I can tell you that whatever you’re feeling now, it can get better. When I met him, Jay was a mess. But he’s in a good place right now. And he likes to give me the credit but a huge part of it was his therapist, and him putting in the work. Because therapy sucks and it doesn’t work unless you do but it does help. And I can’t threaten you with finding a new partner but I will find something to blackmail you with if I have to.”

He chuckles. 

“Interesting approach.”

“I mean, it worked once.” she says with a shrug. 

“I’d like to give it a shot on my own first.” he says. 

“Alright.” she agrees. “Just know that if you need me to, I’m happy to help out.”

He nods, actually laughing this time. 

“You should go check on Jay. Make sure he didn’t get hit by lightning again while you were gone.” he tells her. 

“Don’t say that.” she scoffs. “If anyone could, it’s him.”

“Thank you, for checking in.” 

“Thank you.” she tells him. “I know you might be sick of it but I appreciate what you did for us.”

He nods and she offers him one more smile before knocking to be let out. 

Jay is awake when she returns to his room and she breathes out a sigh of relief. 

“Hey.” she says, hurrying forward to take his hand. 

“Hey.” he rasps, blinking slowly. “What happened?”

“You’re a lightning rod now, in addition to a trouble magnet.” she tells him with a fake glare.

“Ouch.” he manages. 

“Yeah.” she agrees. “You burned your back up pretty good, in addition to the whole stopping your heart thing.”

His eyes widen for a moment but he just nods. 

“I check in with Tommy.” she tells him. “Told him you’d be by when the doctors agreed to let you roam, threatened to blackmail him into therapy if necessary.”

He offers her a smile. 

“Thanks.”

“Could make a career of it.” she says with a shrug. “Getting stubborn men to open up about their feelings.”

“A necessary profession.” he agrees. “If there’d been someone doing it when I got home I might not have ended up on that bridge myself.”

Hailey’s heart clenches but she doesn’t say anything, just squeezes his hand. 

“I recovered from my injuries and then spent those seven months drinking, smoking and screwing and it still didn’t make me feel any better. Honestly made me feel worse. And I just… couldn’t see any other way out so I walked to the North Avenue Bridge, climbed over the railing and stood there looking down at the water for six or seven hours thinking about how disappointed my mom would be with me.”

Hailey is torn between praising every deity that could exist that he didn’t jump and asking what had kept him from doing so. 

“An off duty cop came by.” he says, looking over. “Talked me off the edge and got me help. And he didn’t check out once I was off the ledge either, he kept checking in, eventually talked me into joining the force.”

“I’d like to thank him.” she says honestly and he smiles at her. 

“I could introduce you.”

“Good.” she says with a smile. “And then he can teach you how to do it without getting struck by lightning.”

[squeemcsquee]

Anime Magic 2023: Saturday

Saturday morning kicked off with breakfast in @shbumi's room, then she and I did some PoGo in the area.

At about 1040, we headed toward the hotel ballroom to join the line for Drag Show.

It seemed odd to be going to a drag event in the morning, but apparently Oriana requested it when scheduling. There were some technical hiccups and delays, so the show proper (which was scheduled at 1100) didn't start until approximately 1115.

And what a show it was! As always, a kickass event. I apologize for any blurriness to the photos, but it definitely was a great time.

After the drag show, we stuck around for an Iaido demonstration and discussion. @lechevaliermalfet got to go onstage for some hands-on work while @shbumi and I remained in the audience, listening as the presenter explained what the groups on stage were doing.

After Iaido, it was time for some lunch. And then for shopping!

We made sure to make a pit stop at @artbyquinton's booth. It's always great to see what new stuff he's rolling out and it's also a good chance to catch up if we haven't seen him for awhile.

After his booth, we checked out the other offerings on display from various artists and dealers.

It may seem a strange thing to say, but in some ways, the artist alley and dealer hall feel too big for a con the size of Anime Magic. Like, I love having so many booths to visit. But I also don't budget for AM the same way I would for say, ACen or Otakon, in terms of money for the exhibit hall. I budget less, since the event is smaller. So then I feel bad when I see the amount of cool stuff on hand. There were plenty of artists where I ended up grabbing business cards to hopefully support them at a later time.

After shopping, it was getting on late afternoon and it was finally time for another panel: The Best of Steampunk Anime.

This was a cool panel, and it was presented by a member of the Chicago Steampunk Exposition team. So you know he knew his stuff. First, we were given a short background on steampunk, then divided into small groups to brainstorm anime we thought *might* be on the list that our presenter intended to talk about. Each group offered up a title, and we ranked what was offered.

And then, we began to review this list by CBR. For each title offered, we had some discussion as to why CBR included it...and why our presenter would or wouldn't include it in his own list.

I think I had more fun and learned more in this panel than I have in almost every other steampunk-themed panel I've attended.

After the panel, we ordered dinner from Giordano's, but knew we would have an hour to kill before it arrived. So @lechevaliermalfet and I checked out the itasha car show while @shbumi chilled in her room.

I loved wandering the cars and looking at the different wrap jobs, even if I didn't always know the show being represented.

I also tried not to pay too much attention to Tattoo Alley, which was right next door. See, I had considered getting a tattoo during AM 2022 but decided against it. And this year, I had planned to get one if the tattoo artist returned - but you aren't supposed to get a tattoo during pregnancy. So I just looked at the increased number of options and hey, we'll see. Maybe if we attend AM 2024, I'll get one. Next year's con schedule is a bit up in the air, since we'll have an infant to consider.

We grabbed some drinks and extra snacks from the Hello Tokyo booth (and got some pocky balloons) and then headed back to the hotel for dinner.

After dinner, we went down to the Anime Singalong Dance Party with Kohei. It was scheduled for 2100, but technical issues meant that it ran late. As on Friday, it was great to just sing and dance along to anime OPs with a bunch of other nerds.

Kohei didn't get to put on as long of a show as Friday night due to the tech issues, as there was a concert scheduled immediately after him.

Crunk Witch are a married couple who go for an electro-pop sound. They did some kickass 80s covers during their show. Annnd they also hit tech issues. Really, this seems to be a recurring thing for AM.

Oh! and on a random note, I got a free glow bracelet from the Atlas cosplayer, who was hanging out just outside of the concert.

I don't expect free stuff from cosplayers, for obvious reasons, so it was cool to get something.

I also grabbed a Crunk Witch CD after the concert. There was a dance scheduled for after Crunk Witch, but for us, it was time to call it a night. We were wiped.

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𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 "𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄" 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐃

A gaze like the bullet in the barrel of a gun, both your worst nightmare and your sweetest dream, the sweetest kiss of death before your eyes close and the stain of bright red lipstick on white satin.

TRIGGER WARNING: nsfw situations, weapons, car crash

BIOGRAPHY

Maggie Prasad was born feeding from the silver spoon of life offered to very few. Growing up in a family enraptured by politics in the heart of Chicago — her father hell-bent on a senate seat. Then there was her mother, the CFO of an up and coming tech company that only hired the best of the best. And so, Maggie grew up under the watchful eye of a slew of carefully-selected nannies, drowning in her parents guilt that came in the form of spoils galore. While none of these presents equated to time spent with their own child, they filled a void in the young woman temporarily — at least for a little while. She did, however, share her company with her half-brother, a child from her father’s previous marriage. The two have been quite close and attached at the hip since they were kids, each proving to be forces of nature in their respective classes with distinct intellects. Maggie was always a bit more charismatic, well-liked by those around her while her older brother tended to stay in the shadows.

Maggie’s route seemed rather aimless when the time came for college, inevitably deciding not to go — much to the disdain of her parents. Her aspirations were always rather material, intending to simply get rich quick with little effort. Her brother on the other hand perused a business degree, quickly cementing himself as the celebrated child in their otherwise picture-perfect family. Maggie soon found herself falling in with the stereotypically wrong crowd, but my god it had never felt more right. New York City soon became her home, galavanting through the streets at all hours of the night. She turned to sex work, but eventually found herself falling in with some pretty high profile clients who she knew would pay a lot of money to say that they were never associated, or she was never there.

The theft of their parents affections may have separated Maggie and her older brother like a cleaver. However, it would be the loss of their matriarch and patriarch that would cause them to be hurtled back into each other's lives. On their way to yet another celebration of their mother and her accomplishments, a drunk driver hurtled into their car, which killed both on impact. It was during the preparation to lay their mother and father to rest that they were brought back into each other's lives -- eventually realizing that they worked better together than apart. Her brother had already gotten himself into some dealings of his own, working with am arms dealer in New York City. Soon after he made the decision to branch off on his own -- all he needed was a face. And that was a job Maggie was born to hold.

The two have taken the world of arms dealership by storm, staying in the forefront of the minds who they wanted to while evading detection from those who they detested. Maggie continued her work as an escort and before long, the two were living quite comfortably all on their own with minimal help from their parents estate. While the two couldn't have been more opposite in the way they present themselves, there is no better pair than the two of them. Thus came the attention of The Brotherhood, who Maggie and her brother chose to align themselves with due to the promises they made and the belief systems that they held. The Brotherhood is not just a gang but a family, or at least that's the way they appear to promote themselves. All for one and one for all.

HEADCANONS

A major flirt. Definitely pays attention to her audience, who she's talking to. Skilled in utilizing one's interests and needs to get what she wants. Rarely ever takes the same person home twice unless there's money coming her way.. or you've somehow caused her head to turn. While it's rare, it's happened before. Maybe if you're lucky.

Very often will be out at the clubs if she's not with a client, in Brotherhood territory or working on her partnership. You're only young once, right?

A little bit to cocky and confident for her own good. It is here where her brother and some others might keep her in check, keep her grounded.

Sometimes doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut if she is in a situation she dislikes. If you fuck with her shit or someone she cares about, she will rip you apart.

Even still, she's a charmer. She knows she's well-liked and will use it to her advantage especially in buisness.

MORE TO COME.

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❛ MY SHORTY ALWAYS ON SOME BULLSHIT LIKE CHICAGO ❜

PART 2

part of the 420 'We Be Burnin' series

⋙ MENU ITEM: PLUG!CHOSO x SORORITYBRAT!READER ⋙ PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 (completed)

⋙ product description (summary): okay so you finally realized how badly you fucked up. but is it too late? will choso even talk to you now? has he moved on for good or is it that you now have to worry about someone else moving onto him? ⋙ side effects (tw): more drama. more angst. teasing. jealousy. thirsting. mentions of sex and oral sex. intoxication with drug & alcohol use. sending nudes. y/n is still a brat. bitchy sorority sisters. party culture. ⋙ thc levels (wc): 8.2k of 22.1k ⋙ inventory notes (a/n): best viewed in dark mode. i appreciate y'all liking this sm hope you don't mind i split this up more, but the second part was getting too unruly in length lol

Plug!Choso who you thought forgetting about would be relatively easy. Overwhelmed with the sheer amount of new presidential duties, you had no shortage of various meetings to keep you occupied. Even so, Choso had a way of popping into your mind as the most routine things would remind you of him. 

You couldn’t go get a fresh set of nails without expecting to see his tinted blacked-out sedan parked outside waiting for you. Scrolling socials had also become annoying as you’d see a post and immediately want to send it to Choso— your sorority sisters would think you were gross if you sent them mukbang videos. You couldn’t even bake anything anymore, especially anything chocolate, without reminding yourself of how much Yuji hated nuts in his chocolate chip cookies. 

Or even now when you had been walking across campus with your sisters and chatting about the massive proposal plan of next year’s sorority activities. A daunting task on its own which you had to submit to your national chapter by the end of the month. In fact, there were a lot of tedious things you realized you’d now be responsible for as president. 

However, all of that flew out of your mind when a car sped by blasting a familiar rock song— one that Choso always played. 

Stopping in your tracks you whipped your head around but the music was coming from a completely different car. The disappointment in your chest felt like you were suffocating.

The song was the first one from Choso’s ‘stoner emo boy playlist’ that you’d actually admitted you liked so he made sure to play it whenever you came around. You didn’t think you were official enough to have a song, but it felt like you did when you’d heard it just now. 

Although what pained you more in the moment was the fact Choso hadn’t even bothered to text you since the day of the brunch. Your pride and guilt kept you from texting him initially but after the first week you caved and did what you once thought was unthinkable— texting a guy first. 

You’d thought he’d answer instantly, happy you’d finally forgiven him for nearly ruining your brunch and you did want to apologize for missing Yuji’s game. But when 20 minutes turned into an hour and an hour turned into the entire day you realized he was ignoring you.

Choso was a dealer. 

He always had his phone on him. In fact, Choso used to respond to you so fast you wondered if he’d always kept your messages up on his screen.

The seriousness hits home when more of your texts go unanswered as the days go by. 

You huffed. 

Two weeks had passed since you first reached out and apparently Choso was still giving you the cold shoulder. Unconsciously chewing on your manicured french tips, your intrusive thoughts paint the absolute worst scenarios. 

This was around the time of day he’d usually be on campus and you’d meet up in the empty garage. 

Would he be there now doing another deal? 

Or giving ‘discounts’ to another girl?

You shook your head. Choso wasn’t like that. 

You knew he wasn’t.

Then again he had stuffed your guts in less than 10 minutes of knowing each other.

But you were the exception right? Choso wouldn’t move on just like that, would he? 

Rejection wasn’t something you had dealt with often in your life or well, ever. 

You’d gotten everything you wanted since you were little whether it was something you worked for or something given to you. 

So what if you didn’t have Choso?

You should be content with life. 

You had everything you’d ever wanted right now. 

You were pretty, got damn near perfect grades and now had the title of sorority president for fuckssake! 

Meeting someone like Choso was never part of your plans and didn’t fit into them either, so you had never really considered what the both of you were to be anything long-term. 

Nor did you ever stop to consider what he thought of your relationship. 

You thought he’d lick his wounds for a few days and forgive you. However with each passing day the thought he might really be done with you sinks in more and more.

Regardless of the legion of frat guys who would jump at the chance to date you, the only guy you really wanted right now apparently wanted fuck all to do with you. 

Ok so maybe you deserve the silent treatment. 

A lot. 

You never been that big of a bitch to him before. But you really had panicked when he showed up out of the blue with your parents on the way! Also if he didn’t go and threaten the DJ like he did???

You sighed. 

No, even under more peaceful circumstances the end result was you weren’t going to leave to go to Yuji’s game. You couldn’t blame him for being furious with you as you knew how protective he was of his younger brother but you at least wish he’d hear you out.

Just for one last time and maybe you could make it up to Yuji too? 

Get him a nice gift for missing his little league game and bake him chocolate chip cookies—without the nuts. You wanted to hear him adorably ramble on which would always be accompanied by animated hand movements while he gave you the rundown. Yuji often roped in Choso as well, who would be all too happy to play whatever role or prop Yuji needed him for. 

Their identical grins, goofy and filled with joy never failed to put a smile on your face. A smile which came easy as there was never any demands put on you when you were with them. No pretending for the sake of appearances, no worrying about social standing and no expectations for favors. 

With them you were just you and they had accepted you.

But had you accepted them? 

Shit. 

Yeah you had fucked up big. 

You knew you needed to talk to Choso and if you weren’t all but certain Choso would slam the door in your face, you’d have half a mind to go pop up at his house. 

Although maybe if Yuji ans—

“—Like HELLO!? Earth to Prez!”

Your train of thought abruptly comes to an end when one of your sorority sisters—Brianna—rudely snaps their fingers in your face. 

Bitch. 

She’d been bitter ever since she’d lost the presidency to you. 

Elections were over so you didn't have to worry about staying on everyone's good side like you had been doing for the last 3 years of being super sweet and non confrontational. Even so, snatching up a fellow sister certainly wouldn’t make a good impression for a newly appointed president.

“What IS it Brie!?” 

Turning to face her you had no choice but to keep your cool.

“Don’t give me attitude! You’re the one not paying attention, space case.”  

Brianna huffed accusingly. 

“Yeah, Brie’s kinda right Prez, you’ve been a little bit distracted lately.” 

Another one of your sisters chimed in—immediately looking down when your eyes narrowed on her.

“Don't tell me the pressure is already getting to ‘Little Miss Legacy'? Or—”

Brianna flips her hair with a sly smile before continuing.

“—is it just that you miss your burnout stalker boy?” 

“E-Excuse me!?”

Extremely disarmed by the allegation, you were not expecting in a million years the very person you were thinking of to be brought up like this by Brianna of all people. 

“You know—you’ve been acting off since the brunch a few weeks ago and we used to be practically swimming in za—way more o’s than we paid for. You must have been doing something to get all that from that future convict and he must be pretty pissed with you if you haven’t been able to get anymore since.”

The rest of your sisters were gagged at the accusations Brianna was tossing your way as it was true that your supply had been dwindling. Their eyes darted between the two of you but mostly focused on you waiting for your response. 

You ignore them though as all your ire was on Brianna.

This whore had some fucking nerve speaking about Choso like that. 

The thought of knocking the smug look off Brianna’s face is almost too tempting —presidency be damned. 

Yet your own guilt stops you.

Too little, much too late for you to be standing up for Choso now the way you had dismissed him so harshly in front of Brianna and the rest of your sisters just a few weeks ago. You could only be mad at yourself, your own actions showed them how to treat Choso.

That didn’t mean you were going to let her get away with it without a proper lashing though. 

“Listen—Brie, Little Miss Legacy is busy juggling the presidency, a 3.8 gpa, volunteer work and planning every goddamn sorority event worth attending. As for you? Well I heard you’d been pretty busy these days juggling your creepy ass T.A. Noaya’s balls because you were going to fail Biology again for the third time—so do you really want to talk about pressure or whose fucking whom for what?”

Standing up for yourself wasn’t something you ever did in an effort to be likable and so Briana, as well as the rest of your sisters, were stunned into silence. 

Even if her fucking for grades had been no secret, it wasn’t something anyone talked about out loud and yet you’d gladly air her out again for insulting Choso.

“Urgh, whatever! Anyways while you were daydreaming we were planning Jeremy's birthday party on Saturday.”

You rolled your eyes at the inattention to some random frat guy’s bday being the reason for this whole confrontation.  

“Oookay and—?”

“—and we need you to get some more za from your stalk— er um, I mean your plug...” 

Brianna quickly corrects herself seeing your eyes flare.  

“Jermey wants a joint filled pinata and we don’t have nearly enough right now to roll all those joints.”

You suck your teeth in annoyance. 

Of course it all had to come back around to Choso.

“I’m not talking to him right now. We’ll find someone else.” 

Well it was half true, more like he wasn’t talking to you. 

You tried not to pout and completely give yourself away at how much it really was affecting you.

“Well start again, Prez! You know his stuff is the best!”

“We already promised everyone we’d have it!” 

“Please Prez!”

The rest of your sorority sisters chimed in.  

“Yeah Prez it shouldn’t be a problem. Send him an ass pic or something, I bet he would respond to that.” 

The rest of your sisters giggled in agreement. 

Little did they know you had already sent Choso nudes 8 days ago, which when you checked Snap last just 10 minutes ago he still hadn’t opened yet. 

You’d die before admitting that though.

“Fine. I’ll figure it out.” 

“Knew you would Prez!” 

Brianna tossed you a fake smile as she turned around and your sisters followed suit walking back towards the sorority house. The chatter now moves on to drink options as the previous conversation is instantly forgotten. 

You still flip the bitch off behind her back though before you catch up to join the conversation lest these dumb bitches skimp out on drinks for more decorations and have you all drinking Monarch vodka again—gross, much more so than a mukbang video.

Plug!Choso who later that night has you laying on your bed staring at your phone suspended over you, your finger hovering over the send button. 

What if he ignored you this time too? 

Worse—what if he had finally blocked you?

Well all your messages had gone through so far even though his read receipts were off. 

Choso hadn’t blocked you yet. 

Only two days had passed since you last texted him but scrolling through your history the wall of blue taking over the entire screen had you feeling vexed.

Hadn’t Choso punished you enough? 

Biting your lip in apprehension you hit send. 

You almost dropped your phone on your face. Sitting up in your bed you stare at his text incredulously as the sticker shock of Choso jacking up the price by $150 hits you.

You deserved that, you supposed. 

But fuck you knew you’d have to come up out of pocket yourself for the extra and you couldn’t admit to your sisters why the price had gone up so much again.

At least he was answering you though. 

You threw your phone across your bed. 

Well that went super. 

You’d hope you’d have the chance to talk about things while he was responding to you, maybe get him to video call you? You knew he still wouldn’t be thrilled with you but you didn’t expect his responses to be that short once he finally answered. 

Choso always over texted you if anything, sending paragraphs at times so these clipped messages were like tiny daggers pricking you with each one you received.  

You didn’t think you could handle him being mean to you like this for much longer. 

Getting a taste of your own medicine fucking sucked.

With a sigh you had decided to push it to the back of your mind. It was Tuesday and he wasn’t even coming until Friday.

That’s when you realized Choso implied he was coming to you. 

As in your sorority house. 

On Friday. 

The night of the Barbie’s Dreamhouse Kegger. 

Goddamnit.

Plug!Choso who shows up to your sorority house on Friday night just before midnight when the kegger is at its peak. Choso doesn’t give a single fuck this time around that he sticks out like a sore thumb with his dark tattered jeans, matching leather jacket, heavy eyeliner and metal piercings amongst all the colorful and peppy pastel attired party-goers. 

Choso waltzes right through the front door like he owns the place.

“Oh! It's you! Finally!” 

Flipping her hair behind her to show off her ample cleavage, your sorority sister Brianna bounces over to Choso who continues to look past her as his eyes scan the foyer.

To be honest he wasn’t even sure she was talking to him until she mentioned you.

“You’re the plug, right? Choso? Here for Prez, hmm?” 

Brianna appraised Choso with a flirty glance and a smile. 

“I’m Brianna, but everyone calls me Brie. She’s outside with her boys! I’ll take you there, kay?”

Her boys?

Brianna batts her eyes sweetly to complement her peppy demeanor. 

Choso simply nods, appearing unphased as Brianna grabs him by the arm of his jacket to lead him through the sea of people crowding the hall and out to the backyard. The very same backyard where you had rejected and humiliated him to save your own superficial social standing just a few weeks ago. 

Of course he hadn’t forgotten. 

Choso noted this time though the expansive yard had a completely different vibe from the pretentious scene he’d walked into before. The backyard was now filled with pink inflatable decorations and rose gold plastered party supplies, trading the expensive crystal for matching pink solo cups and decorative flower displays for shotskis. 

Yet Choso’s comparisons end once he finally spots you in the crowd. 

Playing beer pong with some frat fucks, carefree like you had zero concerns (or thoughts of him) in the world as you taunted your opponents. 

Choso’s eyes narrow when you—clad in a scandalously small pink sparkly tube top—brought a dainty manicured nail to your chest and seductively dragged it down your cleavage to tug at the hem of the fabric. The tops of your tits swell over the edge of the material provocatively as you tease the chance they might altogether spill out onto the table if you pulled any lower.

The plan worked and your opponents thoroughly distracted missed their shots much to your amused squeals and Choso’s growing irritation. His brow twitched as he noticed the rest of your outfit which barely provided any more coverage. 

The matching mini skirt you wore rested low enough on your curvy hips to show the very edges of your thong but high enough on your thighs that your cheeks were nearly peeking out just from the slight bend you took as you aimed to take your next shot. Your pink jeweled belly ring (that he’d bought you) and gem adorned nude fishnets lead down to chunky hot pink glitter pumps only calling more attention to your lower half as they were illuminated by the outdoor tiki lights.

Why were you dressed like such a slut and letting those greasy shitheads drool all over you? 

Your beer pong partner was clearly exaggerating his drunkenness for an excuse to feel you up as his hand rested dangerously close to the top of your ass as you took your next shot. 

Were you that clueless?

Choso’s jaw clenches as you allow yourself to be pulled in by the shoulder tits first into a celebratory hug after landing a cup off a bounce, thus removing two. The way you’d casually let those assholes gawk and grab at you when you wouldn’t even make eye contact with him in public pisses him off like none other and reminds him why he had decided to cut you off after all.

This time though Choso doesn’t march over, masking his resentment with nonchalance as he considers leaving altogether. 

Sure he needed the money—but it wouldn’t make or break him in the long run. 

Keeping the big picture in mind, Choso had Yuji to think of and he couldn’t afford to catch a case over your slutty ass if he actually gave into the urge to knock some random frat fucker’s teeth out.

Yet Choso switches his attention back to Brianna when she returns with a beer filled cup for him and her sheer top unbuttoned even lower. 

Oh? 

Choso grins. 

Plug!Choso who you finally notice standing near the back door of your sorority house next to—Brianna?!…urgh! 

Her obnoxious high-pitched laughter loudly cut through the music and party chatter to draw your attention over. 

What the hell was Choso even doing with her?! 

You grit your teeth as Choso takes the drink. You watch as he reclines against the house and cheers cups together. Brianna is twirling her hair innocently as she flirts with him, giggling like an idiot. 

One without an ounce of shame at that. 

You seethe as she clutches onto his bicep pulling herself closer and resting her tits on his arm when she pretends to momentarily lose her balance. 

Stupid cunt ass bitch. 

You know it's just to spite you too. 

Of course Brianna still didn’t know of the true nature of your relationship with Choso for certain but a backstabbing whore like her would try to fuck him solely off an inkling. 

If anything just so she could say your ‘stalker’ was now hers.

She was just using him! Did Choso not see that?! 

Your beer pong partner slides his arm around you to tell you it’s your turn again but you don’t even spare him a backwards glance as you shrug him off. Abandoning the game and ignoring his puzzled calls after you. 

Truthfully it doesn’t even register as you are on your warpath with Choso and Brianna in your sights, stomping directly towards them like you were on a mission. You were too, as far as you were concerned, determined to break that shit up expeditiously. 

Especially now as you see Brianna airdropping her contact info to Choso.

Stopping directly in front of them you’re far too tipsy to prevent your souring mood from spreading all over your face when they both seem to not notice you right away.  

You loudly clear your throat.

“AHEM!”

Staring at Choso expectantly your lip curls when it's Brianna who greets you first instead.

“Oh Prez, my B girly! We didn’t notice you there!” 

“Whatever, Brie.”

You sneer at her. 

Although Brianna only giggles again, feigning innocence and leaning into Choso a bit more. 

The whore was still touching up on him.

“I was just keeping Cho here company until we found you.”

Bullshit, they were searching fo– Hol’ the fuck up—CHO?! 

Did this whore just call him Cho?! 

That was your fucking nickname for him! Only you and Yuji were allowed to call him that!

Oh Brianna was just begging for that ass whooping, dying for it even. 

Swaying on your feet, your buzz only intensifies your anger and folding your arms in front of you serves two purposes at the moment: 

To keep your balance as you try to prevent your heels from sinking into the grass— but more importantly— because the urge to yank a bitch was escalating to the point your hands were now twitching. 

You had drank way too much in your nervousness waiting for Choso.  

You thought a quick round of beer pong would settle your anxieties as you’d been hanging out near the front door all day and night not knowing when he’d show up. However time had slipped away from you and one game had turned into three. 

You didn’t even really know the guys you were playing with, just some random freshman!

Of course once you finally let your guard down Choso would not only show up but be hanging out with your biggest opp!

But what really had you about to crack—Choso was taking his sweet time in acknowledging you as he appeared to be more concerned with checking Brianna’s contact info than speaking to you right in front of him. “Ight, got it.” 

Choso confirmed and slid his phone back into his jacket before pulling out a joint as he finally made eye contact with you.

THE FUCK!? HE ACTUALLY SAVED IT?! 

Plug!Choso who stares at you with a condescending smirk as his eyes twinkled with sadistic amusement before exhaling smoke towards the sky.

You bite your cheek to hold back your angry tears, you weren’t about to give Brianna the satisfaction. She could fuck right the hell off as far as you were concerned, only wanting to speak to Choso who was currently looking at you like you were the one interrupting something.

“W-Why didn't you text me you were here?! I would have come outside!” 

Your words fumble out of you drunkenly, not sounding one bit as smooth and unbothered as you hoped.

“For why tho? Don’t you have me silenced anyway, Prez?”

You stiffened. 

Even if he wasn’t silenced right now you couldn’t deny you had previously silenced him before the last few weeks of trying to get him to talk to you. 

“Yea figured—so thought it’d be best to come inside…”

Choso exhales smoke through his nose this time, leering down at you as he passes the joint to Brianna who eagerly takes it.

“You really think I’m still tryna wait for you?”

Choso’s words are crushing as the double meaning behind them is not lost on you. Parting your glossed lips you couldn’t even form a sentence as your mouth had gone completely dry.

Brows raised Choso is practically daring you to challenge him. 

But you’re frozen. 

Ironic, because his eyes are all but intensely burning into yours as his accusingly cruel question penetrated you like a hot knife to butter. 

However, bringing you back, Brianna interrupts the moment—because of course she does—not being able to read the damn room nor handle the attention being away from her for 5 fucking seconds.

“You know Prez… You’re going to be pretty busy with all your responsibilities soon...”

Brianna taps her stiletto shaped nail to her lips in faux contemplation. Her smarmy expression gives away her true intentions resembling every bit of the evil bitch she is. 

“...Annnnnd it won’t look good for our lovely new president to put herself at risk by getting us drugs, right? Sooooo, I was telling Cho here how I’m going to be the one taking over for you now.”

Brianna coyly tucks a few loose strands of her long tawny locks behind her ear. 

“Who knows? I might be able to get a better discount than you too.”

Passing the blunt back to Choso she winks at him. Choso merely chuckles, shaking his head at the implications before taking another hit.

And yeah that’s what fucking did it alright.

More than ready to give Brianna exactly what the fuck she’d been asking for you wordlessly lunge forward to snatch her up by those raggedy ass microlink extensions she couldn’t stop touching.

However your trajectory is thrown when you feel Choso grab you by your wrist. Pulling you in towards him, the action confused both you and Brianna—who didn’t know how close she was to actually kissing dirt.

Choso passes the joint back to Brianna, telling her to keep it as a ‘sample’ he turns his attention back towards you.

“Come on Prez, I got places to be. Get me my money now before I charge your ass the full stack.”

You both leave Brianna standing there dumbfounded as Choso drags you back into the house. 

Plug!Choso guides you through the crowd of your sisters that are all now much too drunk and self-involved in their own good time to care about the pierced n’ scary dark haired man towing their president behind him. 

Reaching the staircase Choso motions for you to go ahead of him and you nod dumbly as you obediently climb the stairs trying not to trip. 

Urging you along, Choso is right on your tail— quite literally, as he tries to simultaneously avoid staring at your ass cheeks jiggling out from under your skirt—but more importantly tries to keep any other wandering eyes below from getting a peek as well. 

Choso places a hand on your waist, both to keep you from falling and to move you along quicker. Warm tingles radiate out from where his hands touch your bare skin yet he instantly releases you once you reach the top.

You can’t help but to pout at the loss of contact.

“Which one?”

Choso still feels all business though as he walks ahead of you like he can’t wait to wrap this up and get you the fuck out of his life again.

Plug!Choso who you usher into your room before closing the door. The party seems distant as only the faint sounds of the base bumping against the walls reach the sanctuary of your room. Still holding the knob you’re leaning with your back against the doorframe as your body is still pumping insane amounts of adrenaline through you. 

Nearly fighting Brianna, Choso finally touching you, on top of being drunk had your mind going into overdrive especially since it seemed like Choso would leave as soon as the deal was over.

Would he really take the money and go just like that?

Choso’s face is unreadable as he strolls deeper into your room and casually looks around. You had always come over to his place and he would have never in a million years dreamed of being able to see your room in your actual sorority house. 

It was so you though. 

Tidy and adorned in your favorite colors, your walls are decorated with pictures of celebrities, friends and various moodboards. Not to mention it smelled like you. The scent of your sugary perfume with notes of vanilla and saffron assaulted Choso's senses making it seem a bit warmer in the room than it actually was.

“Yo Prez, the money.” 

His patience for the situation is dwindling. He has to get out and fast. 

Choso doesn’t know what he’ll do if he doesn’t leave soon.

Yet you were plotting the exact opposite and you couldn’t let him leave so easily now that you finally had him alone after all this time. 

Armed with a plan you nod as you scoot by him and over to your vanity to retrieve the cash. Acting clueless as to which drawer you put it in, you search them all as you bend over to check one of the drawers at the very bottom. 

Choso swallows hard.

Your ass–with plenty of curves to spare–is on display for him as well as your sheer pink thong that teasingly pokes out between your crystal studded fishnets. 

You had to be doing this on purpose. 

Swishing side to side your skirt raises up a bit higher with every shift of your hips while your thong strains tighter across the print of your fat pussy lips threatening to snap altogether.

Akin to a seductive pendulum as you sway before Choso completely entrancing him. 

Only you could ever affect him in this way.

After what feels like years do you finally locate the money, a sizable stack of cash composed of 20 dollar bills.

“Found it! In the top drawer all along, imagine that!”

Smirking you plop down in your vanity chair crossing your legs not missing how Choso’s gaze lingered, even if just the tiniest moment, on your thighs.

“Took ya long enough…” 

Choso mumbles. There's no real bite to his words this time though. He’s holding his backpack close to hide his half chub while he removes 3 hefty bags of kush from his backpack to toss on the desk beside you.

Reaching for the cash his annoyance is evident on his face when you jerk away from him. Leaning back and fanning the bills across your chest, you wave them tauntingly in the air.

“Stop playin’ around. Not in the fuckin mood, I swear.”

“Playing?”

You question acting coy.

“This is just business right Choso?”

You sat up as if you were taking this seriously at all and Choso is unamused as he reaches for the money again. 

And you snatch it back yet again like a fucking brat. 

“I’m practically dropping a stack on this–thanks to your new “tax” and all. How do I know if it's any good?”

Clearly your plan is working as you continue to push Choso’s buttons pretending you aren’t excited from him towering over you now.

“Cut the games, Prez. Ya know my shit is always pressure.”

You act contemplative as your eyes lazily travel up his tense muscular form appreciating the view after not seeing him for so long.

“Hmmm, do I though?”

Choso scoffs, growing tired of your games. 

That’s all he ever was to you, a game.

“Like I said, just business. Or are you telling me you weren’t going to count the cash to make sure it's all there before you left?”

Damn. Well you got 'em there. 

Choso rubs the back of his neck before letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Tch—let’s make this quick then, Prez.”

Plug!Choso who after grabbing one of the bags of weed off your vanity takes a seat on your bed. He shrugs off his jacket to retrieve a pipe from the inner pocket and impatiently extends his hand hurrying you with a quick beckoning gesture.

“Gimme your grinder.”

Rolling your eyes you haphazardly toss it over to him. However, unbeknownst to you, the top was loose and crumbles of kush spilled out of it and onto your bed when he failed to catch it.

“Nice looking out Cho, great catch.”

Even though the poor throw and loose top had been your fault, the fact he apparently couldn’t wait to fucking leave along with you still pissed with how he flirted with Brianna makes you lash out. 

“You fucking serious right now? I’m always lookin’ out for your ungrateful ass.”

Obnoxiously you huff, crossing your arms and turning your head away from him.

Ungrateful? For what!? 

He hadn’t been ‘looking out’ for the last month, he’d been completely ignoring you! 

“Heh, like I didn't just stop you from turning that gouda chick into actual cheese from the way you went at her?”

You press your lips together firmly to keep from cracking a smile at his play on Brianna’s nickname. You’re honestly still salty he had even been around her at all getting so chummy. He’d always talked about how stupid your sorority sisters were, it didn’t make sense why he let her flirt with him like that.

You’re also mad he didn’t at least let you pop her one good time.

“The bitches name is Brie. You should know, you were ‘oh so concerned’ about saving her number and giving her a discount.”

Choso looks at you like you’re an idiot as he shakes his head. He stops packing the bowl to throw you his phone.

“Whose number?”

Frowning, you already know the passcode so you unlock it right away. 

Sure enough there was no Brie nor Brianna in his contact lists. Not even her number showed up when you searched his phone for it in case it was under a completely different alias. 

He’d never even saved it. 

The smug smirk on Choso’s face tells you he knew what she was doing all along and got you all riled up on purpose.

In fact, Choso had recognized Brianna’s ploy immediately. You had previously mentioned something about an annoying n’ bitchy rival. 

Besides, there was no other plausible reason for a dumb sorority bitch like her to be talking to him at all—much less throwing herself at him so aggressively.

“Doesn’t feel good now does it, Prez?”

Your face is on fire and you turn away from Choso totally humiliated. You had played right into his hands.

“Hmph! Don’t get cocky, I wanted a reason to beat her ass anyway.”

You puff your cheeks into a pout that Choso can’t help but to chuckle at, shaking his head at you again. 

You were a huge brat that's for damn sure.

“Well, it certainly looks like you found one.”

You’re quiet finally as you rake over his words in your mind. 

‘I’ve always been looking out for you.’

Not only did he not save Brianna’s number there’s a high probability he just kept you from being kicked out of the entire sorority and maybe school too. Fighting was a huge no-no and you could have gotten expelled. Apparently jealous with rage you were ready to risk it all at that moment without even thinking of the consequences. 

Fuck.

Choso had in fact still been looking out for you—even when you didn’t deserve it. 

Plug!Choso who accepts your silence is a sign of your defeat and after a few minutes you move from your desk to sit next to him on your bed as he finishes grinding and packing the bowl. 

“Brats get greens this time.”

I’m paying a premium for all this shit, I better get greens. 

But you hold in that thought, not wanting to give him any more lip in the moment as you’re the one left licking your wounds this time.

Like a gentleman Choso holds the bowl for you and lights it as you take a hit. He tries not to notice how well your glossed lips are wrapping around the phallic mouthpiece as searingly thick smoke flows into your lungs. 

Damn, this shit was dank as hell. 

You’re doing your best to hold it in but your lungs are burning as you watch Choso take a hit himself. Not being able to keep in your coughs for a second more you’re left signaling at Choso to ‘wait a sec’ when he holds the pipe out back to you.

Fuck, it was even stronger than what you remembered.

“See Prez? True pressure.”

You shrug at him trying to save face although your eyes are watering, already tinting a bright shade of red.

“Uhh duh, I always cough Choso. I’ll still need a few more hits to know for certain.”

Choso rolls his eyes.

You take another hit—a smaller one this time—before slowly falling back onto your bed.  

Your eyes close as your high settles in and you debate on what to say next without fucking things up even more with your slick ass mouth. 

However your concentration is diminishing quickly as your buzz makes your senses overly aware of Choso’s intense body heat radiating off him, your thighs practically touching. 

The weed swirling together with the alcohol in your system makes you all the more sensitive. Your mind floats away as your gaze is hyper focused on how the lean muscles of Choso’s toned back and broad shoulders ripple under the thin black tee he wears.

God, Choso is so sexy. 

Your legs squeeze together to calm the burning in your core just from the thought. You want nothing more than to drag him down to bed with you and melt into his embrace—but there's an invisible force field around him that you can’t reach. 

You’re almost certain he would recoil from you if you tried now. 

There’s a conversation you needed to have first but you didn’t know how to start it without fucking things up even more. 

The result is an awkward silence that uncomfortably settles in the room as Choso finishes the bowl off himself. 

Never one to smoke too much of his own product he’s only indulging now to temper his mood. 

Choso doesn’t know why he’s still here, all good sense in him telling him to take the money and get the hell out. Yet he knows he’s hoping for something–anything–to show him you’ve changed even though all signs so far tonight have been showing him you haven’t.

You’re still cowering away from any accountability and he is determined not to give you an easy out this time. 

And it’s for that exact reason Choso can’t look over at you right now.

Otherwise he’s sure to see your tiny pink top that had started to roll up exposing the glitter adorned skin of your underboob. Or how your slow exhales cause your soft stomach to dip temptingly showing off the pink crystal belly button ring he gave you. 

The sight of your fishnets brushing against one another out of the corner of his eye alone is enough to know he wouldn’t be able resist grasping onto your supple thighs. God how he would relish the way his fingers would indent into them. He wanted to rip those slutty fishnets right off of you so his head could push your skirt up even further on your hips while he drowned himself in your wet cunt—not even stopping when you would cry from overstimulation.

Plug!Choso, who is thankful his distraction at long last comes in the form of the faded gray blue fabric by your pillow. 

“Yo!..is that my shit?”

Eyes opening wide, you pale upon seeing Choso reach for the crumpled up shirt. Choso unravels the tee to confirm it is in fact his shirt—one of his favorite band tees at that. 

“Oh, is that yours?”

Choso deadpans.

“So you listen to RHCP now?”

“Maybe…” 

You grab it from him and toss it to the side less you break down and confess to him you had slept in it most nights. Not only have you slept in it but you do in fact listen to RHCP now, especially when you workout.

However with this Choso has hit his limit. 

To him you hadn’t changed. 

Could you not even own up to the tiniest of things?

He couldn’t let himself get sucked back into your toxic web, not anymore. The longer he stayed the more likely that was.

“S’all good, Prez. Keep it.”

Choso grabs his jacket.

“Listen, I gotta g–”

“—w-wait!” 

You grab the other end of his jacket. You still find it difficult to find the right words but you had to say something. 

It was now or never.

“W-Wait… ah, at least before you go…l-let me know how Yuji’s game went?”

You meekly ease into the question but see Choso go ridgid at the mention regardless. 

For now he relents and stays seated. Although a few minutes pass before he speaks.

“He won, of course. MVP of the season.”

You smile genuinely at that but Choso isn’t looking at you— too pained by the memories that began to bubble up again like bile in his throat.

“Awe, that's so great! I knew he would! I’m so happy for him.”

Choso grits his teeth as he turns back to you, his anger evident in his entire being as every muscle in him flexes.

“Are you? So that’s how you treat someone you’re happy for? Really?!”

He doesn’t give you the chance to respond.

“Yuji’s a strong kid— much stronger than me. Honestly, I didn’t even think he minded you weren’t there as he was all focus and excitement to play that day—”

You let out a quiet exhale in relief though any consolation you felt was instantly shattered as Choso continued. 

“But when I put him to bed that night. H-He..He’d asked why you weren’t there…He asked if you were gone now like our parents. Yuji wouldn’t believe you’d miss it otherwise.”

Choso struggles to say the last bit and maintain eye contact with you. 

Every moment you gaze into his eyes though was pure torture as you’re racked with even more guilt.

“Choso I–”

“I’m so fuckin’ tired of all your fuckin’ excuses!”

You’re silent. It’s so strange to see him this upset you don’t know what to say.

“I’d ask you if you’d even considered the abandonment issues that kid already carries but you don’t. You don’t fill that fuckin’ superficial lil’ head of yours with anything beyond yourself!”

Finishing what he had to say, Choso gathers up his jacket and backpack, stuffing it full with the stack of cash on the vanity—not even bothering to count it.

Momentarily dumbfounded, you're scrambling from the bed to block his path. 

“C-Come on, Choso! I didn’t want to abandon him or you! I tried to call you and I texted you so much these past few weeks to talk!”

Choso isn’t impressed.

“And not one text actually had the words ‘I’m sorry’ in it. Not that it would have cut it this time.”

You're reduced to silence for the umpteenth time tonight. 

You wreck your brain knowing most of your texts had been focused on baiting him to respond to you but fuck—did you really not even apologize? 

“But I am sorry!”

Choso’s gaze is cold and distant, so foreign in comparison to the warmth you’d taken for granted before.

“Whatever you say, Prez.”

There it is again. You’ve grown to resent the title, the job, everything about it.

“Just stop calling me that, okay?!”

You’re trying hard to fight back the tears that threateningly pool in the corners of your eyes.

“What...Prez? Why, it aint all that they cracked it up to be?”

“N-No… it’s n-not… I actually hate it and I hate being here.”

Your voice is hardly above a whisper as you direct your words towards the ground. You didn't want Choso to see your glassy eyes even if he’d noticed the cracks in your voice. 

Plug!Choso who regards you with skepticism but curiosity nonetheless. So at long last you decided to be honest with both him and yourself aloud for the first time.

But it didn’t mean shit if you wouldn’t do something about it.

“Then quit.”

Choso says to you like it’s the most obvious answer in the world as your head snaps up incredulously.

“H-huh? W-What?!”

“You heard me princess— quit.”

Could you really just quit? 

Truthfully, you had never considered it an option. The expectations put on you by your sorority sisters, your parents and the plans you had made for yourself had all led you to the commitments and responsibilities you had now. 

How could you just let them all down by walking away from it all?  

“Choso— I heard you..b-but I can’t, you don’t understand I–”

“—No, I understand better than you do, princess. You spent so much time with me and Yuji because you hate this sorority bullshit, you can’t stand any of these bitches and now you just agreed to be president of your own goddamn misery!”

Reading you for filth, Choso stares at you expectantly but you avoid his gaze.

Your nails suddenly becoming all the more interesting as you fumble with them.  

“–Ight then.”

Choso doesn’t want to argue with you any longer. 

You’re still full of excuses to his disappointment. If you wanted to be something you weren't that badly, then that was your own prerogative he decided as he brushed past you.

“N-No! P-Please, don’t leave Cho!”

There's clear desperation in your voice. You cling to him, burying your head into the middle of his back as your shaky hands weave their way around his midsection. 

Choso is mid-twist on the doorknob. 

He had all intentions of leaving if you still weren't being honest with yourself about things.

Still does. 

Yet his determination is wavering from your hot tears begin to seep through his shirt and trickle down his spine. The warmth of your body—now flattened against his—causes your pert nipples to poke into his back while your delicate fingers wretchedly grasp onto his taunt abs like a lifeline. 

Like you actually needed him in your life.

Fucking hell, you didn’t play fair at all.

But he couldn’t forgive you just to hurt him again and especially not Yuji.

“Let go.”

“No.”

“I said let go!”

“NO!”

Choso easily pries you off of him, spinning you around as your back slams against the door pinning you in place. His hands encircle your arms and extend out fully so he could put some distance between the two of you. 

He couldn’t think straight when you were all over him. 

Your world is a blur and in your crossfaded state you are left with vertigo at the sudden shift of positions. Both you and Choso are left panting at the intensity of it all.

“You don’t listen to anyone do you?! You just do whatever the fuck you want…”

Choso’s face is red with anger and your eyes—already reddened from your high—take on a deeper shade as you are now openly bawling in front of him.

“Tch, why are you the one crying? This is how you want things, right?!”

You shake your head, unable to communicate beyond your pitiful sobs. 

Choso grows more and more frustrated as the guilt he is feeling battles with his more rational mind prompting him to still be angry with you despite your tears. Back and forth his mind races until it all bubbles over and—

“—You don’t think I know I’m not good enough for you!?”

Your teary eyes widen at the sudden admission. 

Choso even startles himself with his own confession he’d been holding in all this time. 

“But not Yuji...He’s already so much better than me! He’s gonna actually be something one day. He doesn’t deserve to be treated like that.”

Your lip quivers and your pleas are almost unintelligible.

“I-I know…m’s-sorry…m-m’so sorry C-Choso!”

Choso exhales deeply and shoulders slump forward as he releases you, running a hand over his face and back through his raven locks.

You couldn't read his expression but you didn't want him to attempt to leave you again as you close the gap between you, arms encircling him once more.

Choso doesn’t push you away, yet to his credit he doesn't return your embrace either as he’s still torn.

“I-I missed y-you so m-much.”

Cursing the hold you have over him Choso can’t deny he still wants to be with you—but you both were at an impasse.

Nothing good would come from repeating the same cycle again. 

There is no resolution if you still want to keep up a front. 

“P-Please forgive me Cho—I-I love you.”

The sweet proclamation is accentuated by your pillowy lips spreading kisses over his chest while the tips of your fingers slip up his shirt to place feather light scratches at the small of his back. 

Love, eh?

An unexpected revelation dawns on Choso and he is now resolved in what he has to do. 

“Yeah princess, you really love me?” 

Oblivious to the danger edging in his voice, you nod as you continue to coo affectionate words and affirmations into his chest. One of your legs hitches around his as you mold yourself deeper into him thinking he’d finally forgiven you. 

Had he forgiven you though? 

Well, not exactly. 

A devious smirk appears across Choso’s features.

Choso had come to the conclusion that at the end of the day you were simply a terrible people pleaser. 

Your stuck up bratty nature was merely a front of false confidence. 

You tried so hard to become whatever anyone else wanted you to be, you'd lie to yourself and become utterly miserable in your efforts to appease those around you. 

However, Choso knew the version of you he’d gotten when you’d been with him and Yuji had been the real you. 

And he actually did believe you loved him— even if you had just forced yourself to say it in the moment so you could manipulate him into staying.

Sympathetic to your pitiful nature, Choso wouldn’t just abandon you. 

But if you couldn’t do what was best for you, he would make sure you would himself.

PART 3

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We are going to Chris and Anne's in North Charleston, SC this year for Thanksgiving. It will be a larger crowd this year with Anne's mother and sister joining in. So we have a nearby hotel to give Cathie a respite from the crowd.

We are also driving this year. We have always flown before, but it seemed like a good time to see the country between. Besides it will be a long trip in the EV. The Ioniq is much more comfortable for long distance driving than the Prius, but it is an EV, and that adds some complexity to travel.

Planning charging is the biggest hurdle. You can't just wing it in an EV. You really need to plan out your stops in advance. We've found the best app for that to be ABRP. (A Better Route Planner) It does seem to me to be the best. But even then there is a learning curve.

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This was shaping up to be a real problem. Then a salesman from the dealer came out and suggested that we try their charger on the other side of the building. We did and it charged! Apparently, the missing part doesn't affect the charging!? So we canceled the tow and were on our way again.

The hotel in Louisville had a secret charger in the back, it was a slow charger, but fast enough to get the car charged overnight. So Friday morning we were on the road and fully charged.

We'd rented a cabin in the woods outside of Townsend and after a couple of quick charging stops we were there with no further issues.

I had never been to the Smokies and Cathie was last there as a child. So a few days there seemed worthwhile. It's well past the tourist seasons, so no crowds, but no colorful leaves on the trees either.

We are doing an old people visit, mostly driving, very little walking, and no real hiking. So we've driven a couple of loop drives. The first was the Cades Cove Loop. Cades Cove is a broad valley surrounded by mountains. In the late 1800's and early 1900's there were up to 700 people living and farming in the valley. With the creation of the park they were all bought out and moved away. Some of the houses and barns were preserved and the park service maintains the open look of the fields with controlled burns. It's a lovely area.

Even with the limited walking Cathie fell on the road when she tried to turn around and walk simultaneously. Luckily traffic moves very slowly. A woman got out of the approaching car and asked, "Are you all right honey?" When Cathie assured her she was the woman gave her a hug. We've been better at making sure she has her walking stick with her since.

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Opiates are the most commonly abused drug in the city, with heroin making up the bulk of the supply.

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Movie a thief in the night

#Movie a thief in the night series#

The title character is a youngish, used-car dealer named Frank (James Caan), an ex-con who makes his real living as a thief specializing in safe-cracking and big hauls in cash or diamonds. Schwertley, "Is the Pretribulation Rapture Biblical?", Reformed Online,, last accessed January 27, 2012.''THIEF,'' which opens today at the Cinerama and other theaters, takes place mostly in Chicago though the actual setting is in the twilight land halfway between gritty gangster melodrama and that world where writers meditate self-consciously on the sorrows of life. Coniaris, "The Rapture: Why the Orthodox don't preach it," Light & Life Publishing, Life Line, September 12, 2005, Volume 2, Issue 3, available at ("As already stated, most Christians, Orthodox, Roman Catholics and Protestants do not believe in the Rapture.") (Orthodox commentary), last accessed January 27, 2012. "Catechism of the Catholic Church - The Profession of Faith". Guinan, "Raptured or Not? A Catholic Understanding", Catholic Update, October 2005. Anderson, The original "Left Behind", Christianity Today, Published 7 March 2012, Retrieved 13 March 2012. Indeed, even the title "Left Behind" echoes the refrain of Norman's theme music for A Thief in the Night.

#Movie a thief in the night series#

A quarter century later, the authors of the broadly successful Left Behind series of books and films have acknowledged their debt to Thief. It was a pioneer in the genre of Christian film, bringing rock music and elements of horror films to a genre then dominated by family-friendly evangelism. LegacyĪ Thief in the Night has been seen by an estimated 300 million people worldwide. This film includes Larry Norman's composition I Wish We'd All Been Ready, one of the earliest Christian rock hits and one of Norman's best-known releases. Traumatized and distraught, Patty realizes that the Rapture has indeed occurred and she's been left behind. Horrified, Patty frantically searches for her family only to find them missing too. Her relief is short-lived when the radio announces that millions of people have disappeared. Patty then awakens, this time for real, and realizes that all she had experienced was only a dream. Patty escapes but is cornered by UNITE on a bridge, and falls from the bridge to her death(in the dream state). Patty desperately tries to avoid the law and the mark but is captured by UNITE. A government system called UNITE ( United Nations Imperium of Total Emergency) is set up and those who do not receive the mark identifying them with UNITE will be arrested. Gradually, Patty realizes that the Rapture, an event some interpret from the Bible, has happened and she and everyone else left behind are entering into the Great Tribulation, the last days of Earth, dominated by the Antichrist. One morning, she awakens to find that her family and millions of others have suddenly disappeared. She refuses to believe the warnings of her friends and family that she will go through the Great Tribulation if she does not accept Jesus. Patty Jo Myers is a young woman who considers herself a Christian because she occasionally reads her Bible and goes to church regularly. The use of the number 666 as a mandatory marking of service to the Antichrist is a common interpretation of Revelation 13:16-18. This number in binary is six, hence having it repeated three times suggests the biblical number attributed to the end times. In the film, everyone must receive the mark of the beast, consisting of three rows of the digits "0110" written on their forehead or hand, or they will not be allowed to use money in any way, even to buy food or water. evangelicals, but is a minority view among Christians globally. The film's premillennial dispensationalist interpretation of the Bible's end times prophecies is popular among U.S. The film's title is taken from First Thessalonians 5:2, in which Paul warns his readers that " the day of the Lord so cometh as a thief in the night".Īccording to Christianity Today, "the film brings to life the dispensational view of Matthew 24:36-44," part of the Olivet discourse in which Jesus describes people being taken suddenly out of the world while others watch and remain behind.

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                             ALEXANDRA ‘ALEX’ KINGSLEY 

✦ BELLA SWAN, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER/HERS ✦  ALEXANDRA ‘ALEX’ KINGSLEY the TWENTY NINE year old has been in Hidehill for 4 YEARS and was a FRENEMY to Jade Parker, the missing person . Whispers on the streets are that the BAR BACK who lives in HADLEY PARK is said to be LOYAL and AGGRESSIVE but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.

𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉

ʙᴜʟʟᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ!

Alex is my fucking hell child that I’ve penned for over a decade now, she’s an absolute mess and will get worse.

She has a really traumatic backstory so some trigger warnings here; death tw, addiction tw, child neglect tw, domestic violence tw, drug tw, car crash tw.

PAST LIFE ~ CHICAGO, IL & NEW YORK, NY.

Alex grew up in Chicago, in the roughest part of the city and honestly didn’t know the meaning of the word peace her entire life.

Her Dad, Jackson, was a big fucking time drug dealer and leader of one of the Chicago gangs. Her Mom, Kathy, was a nurse but after having Alex got really bad post-partum depression and basically became a recluse. Because of this, Jackson started physically and mentally abusing Kathy.

When Alex was 10, her Brother, George, was born. Despite her young age, because of everything going on at home, Alex basically raised this kid herself. She did the best she could to shield him from their Dad, and when he was old enough to go, she took him to school everyday, cooked for him, helped him with his homework, you name it, she did it for him.

At this point, Jackson had started beating her too whenever shit wasn’t going right - probably because her Mom entirely shut down and became mute so he didn’t really get any response from her these days. Alex took it though, because at least he wasn’t touching George. Over the years, it got worse and worse and she has the scars to show for it but again, she didn’t care because at least George was okay.

When she was 18, she was helping George with homework when Jackson came into the house, high as fuck, and started yelling and shouting and hitting Kathy. Alex stepped in and he started whacking her too. George got up and went to intervene and that’s when Jackson, for the first time, hit his son.

Alex absolutely lost her shit and grabbed a kitchen knife off the side and stabbed him twice. He fell to the ground and Alex took the opportunity to grab her Mom and Brother, her Dad’s car keys, and get the fuck out of there.

George was hurt so she forced her Mom to drive, not thinking about the fact Kathy was constantly drunk and high. Sat in the back, Alex was paniked and yelled at Kathy to drive faster. They drove through a red light, a semi was coming the other way...

Both Kathy and George were pronounced dead at the scene. Alex survived, but later at the hosptial her Dad broke in and tried to finish the job. Luckily, a nurse came by to do checks and caught him. Police turned up seconds later and he went down - turns out he had been on a wanted list for a while as well, so between everything against him, Jackson went down for 15 years.

Alex got out of the hospital and had nothing - no money, no home, nothing.

The only thing she knew how to do was what Jackson did, the only way she knew how to survive was through the darkness. But, there was no way she could survive in Chicago, not after basically sending Jackson to jail and busting his whole operation. She wasn’t stupid enough to think her Dad wouldn’t put a hit on her head. So, she moved to New York.

For a while, she was homeless, living off what she could lift off tourists and spending days riding around on the metro. Then, eventually she fell in with a gang there and started dealing, couch surfing with other gang members until she had enough to get an actual place and then get an actual job as a bar back. Still though, she kept dealing.

Except, as time went on, her depression and trauma made her start to dip into what she was selling. Before long, she was fully blown out on anything she could use to numb the past.

Eventually, the debt caught up with her and she had two options, pay up or run. So, naturally, she ran. She stayed in DC for a while, then Atlanta, then she eventually landed in Hidehill for one reason or another.

CURRENT LIFE ~ HIDEHILL.

Alex works as a bar back across the town, taking whatever shifts she can get. She can bartend as well, but she previous the back role because she can take more smoke breaks and less people notice if she’s high af.

She was a frenemy of Jade, always trying to be a bad influence on the woman and always pushing the limits of their relationship.

She’s living in a trailer next to Monroe.

Absolute mess, always intoxicated in one way or another but even sober the girl has some fucking issues.

Either takes things WAY too seriously, or not seriously at all.

Will punch you if you call her Alexandra, doesn’t even tell anyone that’s her actual name.

Gay asf.

She’s lowkey very fucking talented when it comes to music - she’s played the drums for as long as she can remember. the only fancy shit she has is an electric drumset in her trailer. She can also play guitar, but does that less than drums. She’ll play esp when she’s angry and has been known to play so hard and long that she’s torn her hands up.

Highkey has anger issues and would not hesitiate to smack a bitch.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

drug dealer

friends she gets high w/ 

people she works with can be a good or bad relationship

perhaps someone who knows her from either chicago or nyc 

spicy relationship if they know about her drug debt in new york

ride or die

hookups

exes

love interest

the ‘i will get you clean if its the last thing i do’ best friend

the brotp