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oneofthetorturedpoets · 1 month

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Keep on pretending pretty girl.

based on pretty girls by Renee Rapp.

Regina George x Reader

You wouldn't say that you were popular but you were definitely well known, mainly for the fact that you were openly gay and stood up for yourself if anyone had something to say.

You knew how Regina George ran the school, but you never had to interact with her, fortunately for you. Though because of your clashing personalities everyone anticipated a fight between you too, knowing you wouldn't back down, even from the top plastic.

You held your lunch tray out in front of you as you were walking towards your table, as you were walking a jock slapped your food out of your hands.

"What's up, lesbo?" He says, you stand still, shocked at the situation. No one has ever tried to be violent with you, it was mainly just name calling.

You look up towards the guy, who you found to be Shane Omen "What the fuck dude?"

He chuckles, mockingly. "Aw, I'm sorry, were you going to eat that?"

You shake your head, deciding to just ignore him and leave. As you went to do that, he pushed you, causing you to stumble. You grab the table to save yourself.

"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you, dyke." You whip around, before he could even react to you facing him now, you swing your fist, hooking him right in the jaw. His head flew to the side, his hand immediately going up to try and soothe his mouth.

All the way across the gym, Regina George is watching the interaction, heat shooting straight through her body as she watches you sock her ex boyfriend in the face-

Wait did she think that was hot? No, she's not gay.

After the so called fight in the gym, your day was fine. You tried to ignore the shooting pain in your knuckles as you fixed your hair in the mirror. You see the door open and Regina walks through. She smirks at you.

She stands next to you, starting to adjust her her lipstick. "What's up, loser?"

You look over at her. "Uh, nothing much. what about you?" The sentence coming off more awkward than you wanted.

"I'm having a party this weekend, I want you there." Her tone makes your heart skip a beat.

"Just tell me when and where, I'll be there."

The weekend came sooner than you thought, leaving you rummaging through your closet. You finally find an outfit that is still your style but you're sure Regina would approve.

You walk through Regina's front door, the lights are dimmed and music is blaring. You weave through the people who were either drinking, dancing or eating each other's faces.

You find the drink table, grabbing a drink for yourself. You felt a hand on your arm, looking over to see Regina. "You came."

"Well you did invite me." You say, jokingly.

She snickers. "I wasn't sure you would show, this doesn't seem like your thing."

You shake your head. "It's not, but I figured I should try it before I have real life responsibilities."

"Well, I hope my party lives up to all of your expectations." As soon as she says that, she's wondering back into the crowd of people.

You find yourself sitting in a corner, the party really wasn't your thing. None of your friends were invited, so there was no one you could talk to, except for the occasional Regina.

She was sweeter than you thought she would be. Maybe it's because you haven't done anything wrong, but then again she snaps at people for just looking at her.

Speaking of her, she walks over to you, a sway in her walk. "Hey, loser."

"Hey, Regina" She slides into the spot next to you.

The smell of alcohol and expensive perfume invading your nose. You feel her turn to face you, you follow the action. "So, you're gay, aren't you?"

Ohh so this is the part where Regina finds something to tease you over and throws you out of the party? "Yeah, I like girls."

"That's cool." She says, the tension builds. "Is there any girl you have your eye on?" Her tone sounds almost like she wanting a specific answer.

"Not really, I don't talk to many people" She nods along with your statement.

She plays with her fingers. "You know... if I were gay, you would probably be my type." She inches close towards you.

You've heard that before, so many times. All of the straight girls who wanted to experiment. Why was this time different? Why did butterflies swarm your stomach? Why were you leaning in?

Before you knew it, your lips collide. A spark that makes your skin irrupt into a blush. Her hands get lost in your hair, trying to pull you closer. Your hand squeezes her thigh. You pull away, finally coming to your senses.

"What about Aaron?" Your hands remain in the same spot.

"Don't worry, he won't mind." You try to leave the situation, do the right thing and leave, but when she staring at you with her dilated pupils and kiss-swollen lips. you pull her in for another kiss, all coherent thoughts fly out of your mind, except for one that kept circling.

How can Regina be so mean if her lips are this sweet?

"Regina- oh my god" Gretchen screams.

You go to pull away but Regina holds you in place for another second, savoring the moment. "What Gretchen?" Regina was more annoyed than you thought. was she really that into the kiss?

"Aaron was looking for you, but I see that you're... busy" Gretchen looked you up and down.

Regina could tell Gretchen was judging you. "Yeah, I am actually. Tell him I left." Before Gretchen could even turn around, Regina pulls you in for a deep kiss. The action causing you to melt into her.

"Everyone is gone, Regina." You mutter against her lips, she slowly pulls away.

She sighs. "God, I can't get enough of you." Her sentence caused you to blush. "You know, we barely get to talk but you've always been my favorite. I think it's because you're not scared of me? I don't know but I've been watching you and I think you're cool." She plays with your hand, seeming nervous.

You smile at her. "I must be cool if I could do this." You pull her in for another kiss, she moans. You pull away, sooner than Regina wanted. she tries to follow you but eventually you break apart.

"I absolutely love what we got goin' on here but I think I should go home." She rolls her eyes, glancing over to the clock on her wall, it reads '3:00 AM'. She realizes how long you two have been there.

"Oh shit, you're right" Regina gets up, adjusting her outfit. “This was fun, baby” She pecks your lips one last time before leaving the room.

As you walk into the school, you’re nervous to see Regina. You’re not sure why, she said she had fun last night.

You see her passing by. "Hey Regina!" She ignores you, pushing right pass you.

What the fuck?

You brush it off, deciding to continue on with your day. You walk into your first period, the only open seat was next to Regina. You walk over there, she turns away from you as much as she can. Visibly avoiding you.

Half way through the period, you try and talk to her. "Regina, if you're mad-"

She cuts you off immediately. "Why are you talking to me? We never talked before. What changed?"

You scoff. "You know exactly what changed, but if we're going to play that game, let's do it."

Regina looks at you, slightly shocked.

The next time you see regina that day is in fifth period, right before lunch. She's sitting in the seat you always sit at.

"You're in my seat." You stare down at her.

She smirks. "It doesn't have your name on it."

"It actually does, I carved it in to the desk when I was bored. So get out." She looks down, seeing your name faintly carved into the plastic.

You tap your foot, getting impatient. "That doesn't make it yours. I've decided I want to sit here today."

You shake your head. "I preferred it when you didn't talk to me." You turn around, storming off to a different desk.

The period finally ended, after what felt like forever. You packed your notebook in your backpack, quickly leaving the class, as you were walking down the hall, a hand pulled you into the janitors closet.

"What the hell-" You were interrupted by lips crashing into yours. You quickly pull away, relieved to see Regina, but also extremely confused. "Regina-" She cut you off again. Kissing you passionately, not letting you think about anything else except for her. You kiss her back, her taste too intoxicating to not. When air became a problem, she pulled away.

"God, I hate you" She whispers against your lips.

Your brows crinkle in confusion. "Why?"

She kisses you lightly. "I think you've brought out the part of me I've been trying to keep away all these years."

"Maybe instead of hating me, you should be thanking me." She smirks.

"I think I'm showing you enough gratitude." Your lips meet again, passion overflowing.

#fanfic #regina george x reader #regina george #mean girls #renee rapp #renee rapp x reader #regina george x you #mean girls the musical #mean girls 2024 #regina george is a lesbian #wlw fiction #regina george icons

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thatfandomslut · 27 days

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Messy

Reneé Rapp x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Trigger Warnings: discussions of sex (no smut), insecurity

Request:

something inspired in Messy, like, renee being afraid of a relationship with r cause things don't end well to her and r comforts her

Reneé Rapp requests are open.

Other accounts: hoe4flo | ghostyanne

Discord Groups: Mean Girls | Mean Girls RP (in need of people)

“I want to be in a relationship with you,” Reneé’s words hung in the bedroom, breaking the silence between them. “I’m just scared of what this might mean for us. What would this mean for me?”

(Y/n) shuffled a bit, turning over to face Reneé. They were supposed to be sleeping, but it was obvious that Reneé had too much on her mind to commit to the idea of sleep. Therefore, (Y/n) was also not getting any sleep either. She didn’t mind though. Late night conversations with Reneé were her favorite. They were so deep, and they dove into topics they haven’t explored yet, like their relationship. It was a taboo topic for the two of them because Reneé has commented several times on not being ready nor is she looking for a relationship.

Although she tried to focus on Reneé’s figure, (Y/n) could barely see the vulnerable look on Reneé’s face in the darkness of her bedroom. “Well, we don’t have to jump into anything. We can take it slow and figure this out together. We can start by going on dates instead of just sex on the weekends after you’re done shooting your show.” (Y/n) teased softly, successfully lighting the mood as Reneé snorted out a soft laugh. She nudged (Y/n)’s shoulder with her hand before moving to the crook of (Y/n)’s neck. Immediately, (Y/n) allowed herself to rub Reneé’s back in a comforting manner.

“A part of me is just nervous this is going to be like my past relationships.” There was a beat of silence where neither of them spoke after that. (Y/n) knew Reneé wasn’t finished speaking, but she needed to figure out her words. She gave her all the time she needed as her thumb caressed Reneé’s back gently. “Every time you leave in the morning, I want to tell you to stay, but all of the fake scenarios in my head tell me not to. They remind me there are more possibilities than you staying with me. Instead, every situation I imagine, is you saying no. It’s you saying that you don’t like me like that, that it’s just my imagination.”

(Y/n) wasn’t expecting Reneé to feel this way. She thought that she had made it very clear that she wasn’t interested in anyone else when last week, Reneé asked if they could only sleep with each other, no one else. If she wasn’t into Reneé, she wouldn’t have agreed. Still, she understood that this was a real fear for Reneé, so she thought about her words carefully to make sure she knew her feelings on the subject were completely valid.

She cleared her throat, shifting slightly to get into a more comfortable position. “Reneé, there is no situation that I would not want to stay with you. Every time I get up to leave, I wish I could stay with you in my arms. I’m sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t want to stay. I just didn’t know you wanted me to. Now that I do know, if you want me to stay in the morning, I am more than happy to.” (Y/n) told the blonde, who laid there in her arms, tears welling in her eyes. Still, Reneé had to remind herself not to cry, she didn’t want to be overly emotional, no matter how vulnerable this conversation was.

Reneé swallowed the lump in her throat, pulling away from (Y/n)’s neck in order to press a deep kiss to her lips. She wanted to hide her feelings within this kiss. Even if it was just for a moment. (Y/n) was initially surprised by the action, but she was very quick to reciprocate as she kissed back. Reneé smiled softly into the kiss.

“What if I wanted to be your girlfriend?” Reneé questioned carefully, hoping that none of her fake scenarios in her head didn’t arise. She felt a bit anxious as she waited for a response. “I mean, it would only be if you’re okay with being girlfriends. I understand if you aren’t, of course.”

(Y/n) kissed Reneé softly to calm her down, which worked. “Reneé, I would love to be your girlfriend, if that’s what you want us to be, too. I’m already technically exclusive to you. I just wanted to be sure we were both ready before we put a label on who or what we were.” She said softly, reminding Reneé that they were technically exclusive. (Y/n) would be lying if she didn’t admit that she wasn’t excited that Reneé was ready to be more than just friends who occasionally had sex.

Reneé bit her lip to hide her smile, despite the dark effectively doing that for her. “I do want to be your girlfriend. I’ve been wanting this for a long time. I’ve just been worried about you not returning my feelings.” Reneé explained, happiness bubbling in her chest as butterflies fluttered every which way in her stomach. Normally, her relationships ended up messy because she couldn’t get over the fake scenarios in her head. However, (Y/n) never invalidated them. Instead, she let Reneé feel her feelings and comforted her fears. This was already different than any of the relationships she had in the past.

“Then, it looks like we’re girlfriends,” (Y/n) said with a soft smile, pressing kisses all over Reneé’s face. This, in return, caused Reneé to giggle at the display of affection. “And, if you ever feel like there is more than one possibility in your head about something in our relationship, just let me know. We’ll talk it out, like we did just now.”

Reneé felt validated by this as she established her spot in (Y/n)’s neck once more, smiling so hard that her cheeks began to ache. “Okay, I’ll let you know. Thank you for letting me know that my feelings are valid.” Reneé whispered, sleep finally threatening to take over her. (Y/n) mumbled a soft ‘of course,’ sleep taking over her as well. As the two girls slept, the trace of their smiles remained at the fact that they finally had this big breakthrough in their relationship.

#renee rapp x reader #renee rapp

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lenacosse · 3 months

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Pretty girls

pairing: amy santiago x female reader

cw: alcohol, mentions of vomiting, angst, cheating?

word count: 1,632

summary: it’s your birthday and the squad surprise you, but what happens when amy gets too drunk and takes it too far? you were practically in love with her but you knew where you stood with her. (based on pretty girl by renee rap. also tempted to turn this into a mini story..)

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“Okay just let me put this blindfold on you.” Jake says putting a blindfold on you and leading you through a door.

You trip over his foot and can’t contain your laugh. “Jake this is a disaster just tell me where we’re going.”

“No can do (Y/N), anyways we’re here.”

Jake takes off your blindfold, and suddenly everyone jumps out yelling happy birthday. You can’t stop the jaw aching grin that plasters over your face, you scan the room, all your friends and colleagues are there. You had said you didn’t want to do anything for your birthday, it was your first one without your dad and naturally that pained you beyond explanation. But standing here you can only appreciate the love you feel.

“Thank you Jake.” You smile and hug him, you knew he was at least partially responsible for this.

“Alright shots!” Jake shouts, making the entire bar of your friends erupt to enthusiastic cheer.

You walk to the bar and you, Jake, Amy and Rosa throw back a few too many shots, but that was for tomorrow to regret.

“Happy birthday (Y/N).” Holt nods, you smile and return the nod. Holt may be way too professional but you appreciated him these last few months more than you could explain, and he knew that.

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A few hours into the night most people were beyond drunk, especially Amy who really let herself go tonight. Currently she stands on the bar top pouting tequila into peoples mouths.

“(Y/N)! Your turn.” Amy winks, you roll your eyes and put your mouth in level with the tequila. It burns its way down your throat and into your stomach, lighting up your system with immediate warmth. You felt a buzz of pure energy around you tonight, you couldn’t explain how grateful you really were.

Even Terry is enjoying himself tonight, and of course Gina has started a chant to get him to take his shirt off. You didn’t exactly expect him to do it, but the screaming of Gina and a few other women told you that he in fact did.

“Hey,” you hear from behind you, you turn to see Rosa. You smile.

“Hey Rosa.” Amy had gotten down from the bar, or in other words the bartender forced her down. So you sat on the barstools, Rosa doing the same.

“Happy birthday or whatever.”

You put your hand to your heart. “Rosa Diaz are you turning soft?”

“Never.”

You both laugh and order a drink together.

“Jake did a good job it seems.” Rosa says, finishing off her drink.

“Yeah he really did, I know you helped him. So thank you, I needed this.”

Rosa nods, “well we couldn’t leave you in your apartment. Personally that’s my ideally birthday plans but clearly not yours.”

You both engage in a conversation, Rosa must’ve really been in high spirits to actually have a conversation. Usually it’s complete silence, but you wouldn’t complain Rosa was surprisingly fun to talk to. That was until Charles came over and started talking about him and Genevieve’s colourful sex life which had you suppressing a gag and swiftly moving tables.

You took a minute to take in the night, Holt smiling caught your attention. You couldn’t help but feel uplifted by this. You loved your squad more than anything, and to see that they do in fact love you just as much almost brought tears to your eyes. A permanent smile was set on your face as you watched the conversations and interactions between others, you got so lost in it you didn’t notice when everyone gathered around your table and Terry walked out with a lit birthday cake. The awful singing filled your ears, but you could tolerate it for now. You blew out your many many candles that were on the cake, you could tell it was home baked, it was slightly wonky and questionably iced. It was probably Gina that made it, but you loved it even with its imperfections.

“Don’t tell us your wish! It’ll jinx you.” Amy slurred.

“I won’t don’t worry.” You response, she just giggles at you.

“Who wants cake?!” Gina yells, just taking a chunk with her hand. Jake then of course goes and does the same, you just shrug and let them have at it, after you’ve taken your own handful that is. Terry and Jake sit beside you, chowing down on the cake.

“I think Gina burnt this.” Terry says, you laugh as you hear the crunch of his cake.

“No it’s just egg shells.” Jake chimes in.

“Isn’t that worse?” Your face screws up.

“Probably.” Shrugs Jake, as he takes his next handful of cake.

“Keep my spot I’m going to the bathroom,” you say to Jake and Terry before making your way to the bathroom.

You hear throwing up and knock on the stall door from where it’s coming from. “Everything okay?”

“No.” Groans Amy.

“Open the door.” You reply and she does, Amy is on her knees with her head in the toilet bowl. You kneels down behind her and hold her hair as she finishes.

“Thank you.” She sighs and sits back against the side of the cubicle, you sit opposite her.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” You reach into your bag and grab a half drank water bottle that’s been in there for god knows how long, you hand it to her and she happily drinks it.

“Having a good night?” Amy asks.

“Yeah it’s been nice,”

“Sorry for getting so drunk. I guess I was nervous for tonight.”

“Nervous? For what?”

Amy looks at you, her eyes lingering on yours. “I wanted everything to be perfect, for you.”

“I thought Jake planned this.”

“It was his idea but I done most of the planning.”

“Oh. Well it was perfect, thank you.”

“Of course. Anything for you.”

Your heart sinks a little as she says that, you felt like you had been punched in the gut. Anytime Amy gets drunk she’s all over you, every-time and you don’t blame her but it wasn’t the easiest thing to deal with considering you were practically in love with her.

“Are you okay if I leave?” You ask.

“No. Please stay.” Amy reaches to grab your hand.

“Okay. I’ll stay.”

She smiles and moves to sit beside you. She leans her head on your shoulder and you both sit on the sticky bathroom floor, you look at your hands. You try not to overthink the situation you’re in, but this was typical, the pretty girls want to kiss the pretty girls when drunk. But when sober they dodge the situation, and this is what Amy is best at doing. Maybe she was confused.

“You know you’re my favourite right?”

“Your favourite?” You furrow your brows. “In what way.”

“Well I don’t know, you’re fun and you’re brave and you’re… hot.”

“Hot?”

“Yeah for a girl, you’re my girl crush.” She slurs. “If I was going to, you’d be the one I’d try.”

You hitch a breath as she says that, Amy may have flirted with you or been questionably close but never had she ever said anything like this. You can’t help but feel extremely conscious of her gaze on your face, you couldn’t face her so you stared ahead.

“What about Teddy?”

“He wouldn’t mind.”

You wanted to roll your eyes, you wanted to tell her that she was out of order. But you couldn’t help the smirk that appears on your face, you knew if you kissed her it would shatter you. But for the moment being you couldn’t think rationally.

“Why are you saying this?”

“Because I’ve thought of kissing you.” Amy says, she grabs your jaw and makes you look at her.

“Why? Do you think I’m just an experiment?”

“I never said that.” Amy moves closer, your faces barely an inch apart. Your stomach drops as you try to control yourself. You wanted to grab her face and kiss her, but that wasn’t a good idea.

You close your eyes as she moves even closer. She presses her lips to yours and you momentarily freeze, that is until you kiss her back. You put your hand on her thigh, her hand goes to your cheek. You both get caught up in a moment, your lipstick smearing across her now swollen lips. She pulls back and smiles.

“That was nice.”

“Why did you kiss me?”

“I wanted to.”

“But why?”

“Im not sure.”

Your heart breaks a little as she says that, you stupidly thought she was going to confess feelings. But that was a preposterous assumption. You look down as you fight off the tears you feel forming in your eyes.

“Im going to go.”

Before Amy could reply you leave the bathroom the tears were streaming down your face as you pushed through the crowd and exited the bar. You sat at the curb side with your head in your hands, you felt foolish and idiotic. Of course Amy would never like you back. But you couldn’t help feeling so damn used, being the token lesbian enabled this idea that you were simply a trial run. You had let yourself get hurt too many times because of this, Amy didn’t understand the damage of her actions and you definitely weren’t going to be the one to tell her. But you swore to yourself never again would this happen. You sit outside for close to an hour trying to rationalise your thoughts before going back inside, no one noticed your running mascara or puffy eyes. So you acted as if everything was great for the rest of the night. Then of course in the a.m the pretty girls act like it never happened and you go back to being Amy’s friend.

#fanfic #fanfiction #brooklyn 99 #amy santiago #light angst #amy santiago x reader #lesbian reader #b99 #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 fic #jake peralta #fluff

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otdiaftg · 4 months

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The King's Men - Chapter Two

Day: Wednesday, January 3rd Time: 12:50 PM EST

"It's just..." Neil grasped for words, too-aware that the conversation across the room had quieted down a little. The upperclassmen were trying to listen in without being obvious. Neil settled for the vaguest explanation he could and hoped his teammates would mistake the pronoun for Riko. "I've never understood why he likes knives." Such simple words should not have gotten the reaction they did. Andrew went still and looked up, but he didn't look at Neil. He looked at Renee, so Neil did, too. She'd stopped mid-sentence to stare at Neil, but the Renee studying him wasn't the Foxes' redeemed optimist. Her sweet smile was gone and the too-blank look on her face reminded Neil of Andrew. Neil instinctively tensed for flight-or-fight. Before his body figured out what to do Renee shifted her inscrutable gaze to Andrew. They stared each other down, soundless and still, oblivious to the bewildered looks their teammates sent between them. Andrew didn't say anything, but Renee lifted her chin. Andrew hummed in response and put the knife away. "He will lose his taste when he has one in his gut," he said. Neil looked at Renee again in time to see Other-Renee disappear. A calm mask melted away the death on her face and Renee picked up right where she'd left off. She didn't acknowledge what had just happened or the obvious questions on Dan's face but gently bullied her friends into rejoining the conversation.

Art used with permission by Esklinray. Thank you @esklinray!

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justalesbiankpopstan · 6 days

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Ateez 9th member

How would the guys react to Roux coming out

Roux was not scared of how they would react, no, she knew that despite anything they would support her. But after the controversy blew up, she was more scared it could taint the group’s image, or ruin their reputation. So because of that, she decided to tell each of the members the truth. If the world couldn’t know the truth yet, at least her closest friends, her family could.

Hongjoong: At one of the nights the two of you were on the studio, you thought it was finally the time to tell him. As the leader, he feels responsible to all of his members, so he would first offer wise words of wisdom and reassurance, emphasizing the importance of being true to oneself and expressing support for Roux. He would reaffirm that there’s nothing wrong with her and that it’s fine being who she is, that she shouldn’t worry about the public’s reception, that she should focus on being herself and continue as she is. But sadly he would have to have a down to earth conversation that she should be cautious, like a worried dad would be, not because of how might affect the group, but how it could put her in danger.

Mingi: After a dance practice for a speacial stage, as they both were catching some breath, she told him. He instantly said that everything would be fine, similar to Hongjoong, and said he thought she was very brave for being herself despite everything. To not make the topic heavy, he carried on normally, but making sure to make her feel comfortable with herself.

Yunho: They were walking by a lake, late at night, and when they stopped to look at the stars, she said to him. His first answer was give Roux a big hug, showing his affection and support. He expressed how proud he is of her for being brave enough to share her identity with him, and was more than happy to share this new chapter of her story with Roux.

Yeosang: As they were making dinner, Roux just simply threw a “Oh, have you seen the rumours?” And he was like “Yes, I did.”, she simply said “they are true.” Yeosang would be quiet for a while before offering her quiet support and understanding to Roux. He sat down and expressed that although he might not be as loud, he still is happy for her and wishes her the best.

San: One of these days, Roux was accompanying San on his workout at the gym. He would actually be the one who started the conversation by asking how she was doing after this scandal. Roux would say she was fine and that she wished people would be more chill about having queer kpop idols like herself. It would take a hot minute for San to understand but then he would give her a big smile and become really enthusiastic in his support for Roux, expressing his excitement at getting to know her more deeply. He would also start asking her question, always making sure she isn’t uncomfortable with them, because he is genuinely curious.

Seonghwa: It was a bad day for Roux actually. She was deep in her room thinking about her ex and how now she would end up alone because being an idol and lesbian would be hard. Seonghwa heard her crying and knocked on her door and asked to come in. As he sat down beside her, he offered to listen, as always, to whatever was bothering her. As she told him everything, he would make sure she knows that he's there for her to talk to and that her identity doesn't change how much he cares about her. As I mentioned on my previous post, Seinghwa is like a mother to her, so he would go to hell and back to defend her. At the end he offered some of the cookies he was baking.

Wooyoung: Woo and Roux are very close. Between all the members, they are the closest to each other, said that, he knows every little thing about her. They were watching tv, when a lesbian couple appeared. As Roux began to talk, Wooyoung simply said: “What? Are you about to tell me you are a lesbian? Girl as if I didn’t know….your gay ass would CONSTANTLY talk about how hot you think Renee Rapp is, or how insanely hot Ryujin is on stage, or daydreaming about living in a farm with a woman even though you hate bugs. I don’t know who you think you are fooling, but it ain’t me.” and would give that classic smile. He would start making a lot of jokes but Roux know that Wooyoung means good, and that’s his way of saying that everything is fine and that he loves her in any way.

Jongho: They were talking about something work related, when the topic died she thought it would be best to come clean with all of the members, so she just said to him that’s she’s a lesbian. Jongho just looked at her and said “Okay”. Now, Roux didn’t know what she was expecting, but that answer was not what she thought. So she would simply mind her business and continue with her day. Later that day, Jongho sent her a message:

“I’m sorry if my answer felt odd is just that it’s literally okay? 😀 Like if you were a dinosaur, you would still be the talented, amazing, funny and caring friend that you are. I hope you know that I support you and that you are always welcome to talk to me. Now I’m at that noodle shop you love, would you want some?”

“Omg I love u, u are the best, now bring them noodles home!! 🫡

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notwithaste · 1 year

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okay so death at the grand and her dad being back and ugh i love watching phryne when her dad is around. the unwanted vulnerability and the role she has to assume when he’s there - and i imagine that was her role as a child, what with her dad’s antics and frivolity, and her mother’s ’nerves’ and her sister being younger (and then gone), and i wonder if phryne was the one to hold it all together, to assume responsibility, to be the one caregiving more often than receiving it. (and how that feeds into both her need to be independent and free of any commitments, as well as her need to help people).

between her parent’s marriage and her experience with rene, phryne makes so much sense and i just love how we are always - always - shown and never told who she is and honestly it’s my favourite thing about this show. it always just shows you, never tells you - be that the characters or the love story.

for example, this scene, and there’s just something so intimate about this, the way it is only ever jack that gets ~this phryne. the sister, the daughter, the collingwood kid

and man i knew they’d be waltzing from the moment they first set foot in that ballroom and it absolutely delivered 🥺

mother blamed it all on his dancing - claimed one whirl in his arms forced all reason from her head. the way she dismisses it as fanciful nonsense only to taste some of that medicine herself 😮‍💨

but what actually threw me was that it was a call-back to juana the mad and her saying this and him looking at her like that, and keeping step, always keeping step, her jack

anyway, love the dad eps and the insight they bring into phryne and the in-law jack robinson and the way he is so clearly the one in a way no other man has been.

also, phryne playing poker is so fucking hot 😮‍💨

#miss fisher's murder mysteries #phrack #phryne x jack #mfmm #phryne fisher #death at the grand

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Written for day 8 of the @bbu-on-the-side BBU Community Days. Part of Angel's recovery story, while she's with bad caretaker Tim. Follows after this scene (Cory's blackmailing Tim). You'll also hear about Blanca.

Angel spends a night with Cory.

Content: BBU, flawed recovery, somewhat messed up mindset, implied dubcon / noncon, blackmail, referenced noncon, cigarette burn.

After he was done, Cory sat down on the foot of the huge hotel bed. Calmly, he lit himself a cigarette, stared out of the window into the night. He didn't spend another glance at Angel, propped up at the bed's other end. Their room was a junior suite; the honeymoon suite had been already been booked, and some detached part of Angel's mind was oddly relieved about that.

Cory had made sure Tim paid for the room, and this hotel charged impressive prices as it was. Plus, she was sure there'd be an added cleaning fee for smoking.

It hadn't been part of the deal, she thought, feeling oddly betrayed. She didn't say it out loud, of course. Pets didn't know about deals. Pets did what they were told to.

Angel wasn't supposed to be a pet any longer, but she didn't yet know how to be anything else.

"Wouldn't this be the moment for you to tell me, how good I was?" Cory asked, finally looking over his shoulder. She felt his eyes on her body, skimming over old scars, resting on recent bruises and fresh bite marks, ending on the cuffs around her wrists, right where her barcode had once been. Cory had tied her to the bed, and she'd let him. She was made for this, after all. He had threatened Tim, and she loved Tim, so it was up to her to take away that threat, by doing what she did best.

Take what she was given.

She was also made to be good at lying.

But there was something in Cory's tone that riled her up. He wasn't her owner. He wasn't her handler. He wasn't her fiancé. He was a bully.

He'd gotten her body tonight, her performance, his satisfaction out of her; twice already.

He wouldn't get her praise.

Angel pushed herself up in the cushions as far as the cuffs around her wrists allowed her. Cheap sex shop quality, far from what WRU used in training, or what her Sir had built into the play room. Still, she didn't know how to get out of them.

"I wouldn't know," she said, testing the handcuffs once again. "You're obviously more experienced in blackmailing others than I am."

His eyebrows arched up, and he stilled for a moment, looking at her with newly found interest.

"Talking back? They don't teach that to their pets at WRU now, do they?"

"I'm not a pet," she said firmly.

"'Course you are," Cory replied, taking a drag at his cigarette. "I've had a Romantic of my own, you know? Before Renee. Before we had kids. Blanca. Shorter than you, darker hair, bigger bust. Just as needy though."

He pushed himself up and stepped back up next to her, his fingertips casually running up her leg, over her stomach, her breasts, up to her neck.

"Except..." He pulled away, yet Angel still shivered under the ghost of his touch.

Her gaze flew up to the handcuffs. If they were as cheap as they felt, wouldn't there be some mechanism to open them, to end this game? She couldn't see one.

Cory was in front of her again, cigarette between his lips, while his hands were at her neck, something soft and cool pressing against her skin. Leather. All too familiar. A collar. He'd brought a collar.

Angel couldn't breathe, all of a sudden, even before his fingers had fidgeted with the buckle and pulled it close. "This was hers," he whispered into her hair, almost conspiratorially. Cigarette smoke was biting in her eyes, her nostrils. She couldn't fight a cough, the collar pressing onto her neck in response. "I knew something was missing. Suits you just as well, pet."

He picked up his phone from the nightstand, snapped a photo of her.

Angel felt a sob rise in her throat. "No," she rasped. "I'm not-"

"002238."

238. She hadn't been addressed by that in years. 002238. It meant cold rooms, and bright lights, restraints and syringes, white tiles, and pain. So much pain.

Cory smiled, as she stiffened. "Yeah. Looked you up in the system, Angelina. Runaway Romantic. Missing." He leaned over her, his skin brushing over hers as he put away the phone and reached for the hotel pen on the night stand. With his other hand, he grabbed her wrist.

"No," she whined, yanked at her bonds again. Nothing. Pathetic flimsy handcuffs wouldn't give in. What did that say about her?

"Pets don't say no," Cory said. Carefully, he drew a straight line on her wrist. Then another, and another. "And you are a pet."

"I'm not." All she could do was sob. "Please, Cory, please don't-"

"Master Cory," he corrected, eyes narrowed in concentration as he finished his scribbling, the tip of his cigarette dangerously close to her skin. With a sigh, he leaned back. "My old Romantic forgot her place, too. Tried to run."

Angel twisted in her cuffs, tried to look at her wrist. Her head swam. She couldn't read, but she recognised the scribbled barcode, the string of numbers he'd drawn underneath it. Even without the tattoo, she's always worn it under her skin. 002238. Designation Romantic.

It wasn't her.

Not anymore.

Was it?

"Had to send her for refurb. She was used as guard dog bait, I believe that's what they call it. Then shipped to a buddy of mine. Wore her down within weeks. Whatever was left of her, that is. Heard there wasn't much going on in that pretty head of hers any longer. But yeah. That's what happens to bad pets, isn't it."

His thumb caressed the lines on her wrist, smearing the blue ink a little, distorting the image. It didn't make the threat less real.

Guard Dog bait. The Guard Dogs in training had pinned 238's wrists down as well. Never softly though.

Angel sobbed.

"I still have my contacts at WRU, 238. It's just one call away." Cory swung a leg over her hip, straddling her on the hotel bed. He smiled, taking another drag at his cigarette. White ash rained down on her skin.

"What do you say? Will you be a bad pet and go to refurb, like Blanca did? Or will you be a good pet, and I'll let you go on, living the pathetic lie that you're a person?"

Cigarette smoke clouded her vision. She told herself its acrid sting was the reason for the tears forming in her eyes. Nothing else. It was okay. She was okay. This was what she was made for.

"Well?", he prompted.

Fucking, and lying.

"I'll be good," she whispered tonelessly.

"Mmmh. Almost there." His grin was sickening.

"I'll..." She almost choked on the words. "I'll be good, Master Cory."

"You will, pet." His fingers brushed over the collar around her neck. "Remember what you are."

The cigarette was down to a stub, burning bright red as Cory took a final drag and his lips curved into a smile. Angel's eyes widened, as she understood.

Cory brought the cigarette down onto her wrist, pressing it deep into the lines of the makeshift barcode.

His lips were over on hers, too, her scream smothered in a long, passionate kiss, her body arched up against his weight.

When her cry had faded into a soft whimper, Cory finally pulled back.

"Very well, pet," he mumbled, with one hand adjusting the phone on the nightstand, camera directed at them. "Position 34, then. Let's go again. And I expect, that this time, when I'm done, you wouldn't miss the opportunity to tell me how good I was."

She did.

She was made for this.

For fucking, and lying.

And enduring.

#bbu #bbu romantic #angels story #cory #dubcon implied #noncon implied #nsfwhump #blackmail

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moondal514 · 1 year

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Allison Reynolds pov fic rec list no one asked for but I’m gonna make cuz I love my girl and think she deserves more appreciation

Canon and post-canon:

the witched hours of want by quensty/ @quensty

Honestly, this isn’t even in the top five worst things Allison has ever done, but maybe it’s in the top ten.

The fic responsible for converting me to Renison

count me down, the future’s here by stranglerfig

Somehow, and against all odds, everything goes right for Allison fucking Reynolds.

The fic that’s basically single-handedly responsible for revolutionizing my view of Allison as a character

i don't own emotion (i rent) by nebulousviolet

"but what if there is no knight?" the little girl asks. allison squats down, sees herself in the chubby curves of this child's face, in her wide dark eyes and curious expression.

"that's easy sweetie," she answers. "you save yourself."

allison reynolds has never done things the easy way.

Amazing Allison character study

Give Them Hell by mostly_maudlin/ @mostlymaudlin

“Hmm,” Allison says, cocking her head as Andrew looks out the window again. Neil watches Andrew for another moment before Nicky calls his name, rounding them all up to head for Starbucks. Allison looks over her shoulder as she follows and notices that Andrew is watching Neil walk away. He’s got the same indifferent expression on his face as always, but it’s enough that he is looking to spike Allison’s interest. It’s a shiny new thought, a curiosity, a colorful circus performance of an idea — it’s just what she needs to cut through the fog that’s been rolling through her mind all morning.

Andrew’s eyes flick over to hers, still unbothered, but Allison can’t help but feel like she’s got one over him this time. She smiles wide at him, and he immediately turns away.

Allison falls in step with Matt at the back of the group, throwing an elbow into his waist. He looks down at her in interest, a reliable partner in gossip-crime. She smirks at him.

“How about a new bet?”

A look in Allison's head through some of the events of The King's Men.

A deeper look into Allison’s motivations behind some of her actions in canon

sore-ring to cope by flybbfly/ @wilsherejack

Far-future fic. Nicky and Erik are finally getting married, which means the Foxes are about to have a mini-reunion in Germany. That'd be great, except that Allison hasn't talked to Renee in nearly a year.

Fabulous post-canon Renison angst

Au:

in spite of ourselves, we persist by stranglerfig

Six instances occurring over two years of sitting in Betsy Dobson's waiting room together.

A look at a potential friendship (?) between Allison and Andrew

counting my blessings by quensty

The last letter is from Wymack.

Allison, it says. Forest Falls, California, has been having problems with a robber. Dan and Matt are too far, and Neil and Andrew are already working a job in Nevada. Get on it. -DW

“Motherfucker,” Allison says.

Renison as cowgirl lesbians and it’s the greatest thing ever

#no thoughts #head empty #only Allison #and lots of Renison cuz I love them #sorry not sorry #aftg #fic rec #fic rec list

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lazaruspiss · 7 months

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Historic Gotham: Part Three

Tricorner Armory: The Tricorner Armory was built and used by the Hamilton family for generations as a supply depot for their armaments business. The heir to the family fortune - Catherine Kane (née Hamilton) - inherited the business, which boomed under her guidance. Her husband, Jacob Kane, also used the armory for a time to store equipment while Kane Tower was being renovated. The armory was emptied out when Catherine Kane became police commissioner. Some of the gangs tried to hijack the transport trucks, but the Kanes had hired a very competent security team. Since then, the building has been used by many of Gotham's criminals to conduct illegal deals away from prying eyes.

One of the first deals I ever stopped was at the armory. According to GCPD records, it was about two million dollars' worth of weapons. Not bad for a day's work! - T. D.

GCPD Central: This is the central precinct of the Gotham City Police Department. It houses the detective division -- where Renee Montoya works -- central patrol and allows pre-trial holding for the Gotham City Courthouse. The Bat-Signal used to sit on the rooftop of the building but it was taken down when Catherine Kane became the new police commissioner. Many of the vents and windows I used to sneak in through have been blocked or shut closed, which makes accessing the building much more difficult. Unfortunately, since Jim Gordon's death, corruption seems to have risen in the ranks. One of the main reasons for this was the creation of the Major Crimes Unit, an armored task force dedicated to stopping vigilantes and criminals alike. Officers in this division often abuse their power and are known to take bribes. It's safe to say that cooperation between vigilantes and the GCPD is now officially at an end.

James Gordon Memorial: Originally, this was the Gotham City Police Memorial, where the Wall of Honor and the eternal flame were installed in the 1970s. The plaza was expanded two years ago to add a memorial for commissioner James Gordon, after his death in the line of duty, and the memorial was renamed accordingly. Engraved on the front of the statue is a quote from Jim, reading: "Gotham has called, and we have answered. And we will never abandon her." Even though it's been two years since he passed, the people haven't abandoned Jim either. They still bring flowers to the memorial regularly. Gotham City will be forever in your debt, my friend, and we'll do our best to keep her safe.

You may be gone, dad, but I know you're still watching over me and the city you loved so much. I miss you. - B. G.

Powers Club: Named after the Powers Brothers banking family, the Powers Club occupies the mansion and former residence of the late Gloria Powers. The Powers estate was built in 1864 and has seen many renovations, like the addition of an aviary. Following Gloria's death in 1973, the house was left abandoned for many years, until the stock market boom of the 1980s. The mansion was then transformed into a private-members club that strictly caters to Gotham's elite and is protected by a private security firm. I've attended a few soirees myself, but they always left me feeling nauseated. Perhaps the overabundant taxidermy just got to me. I haven't returned to the Powers Club for a few years now, but I suspect many backroom deals are still being made within the walls of the manor.

Martha Wayne Foundation: The Martha Wayne Foundation was created by my mother a few years before her death. She built that branch of the Wayne Foundation to focus on matters that were important to her: charity programs, education and research grants, the arts, historic preservation, and community development. The company moved to the high-rise office tower it's now located in at the beginning of the 2000s when it outgrew its previous office space. Through the Martha Wayne Foundation, we've been responsible for the restoration of numerous historical sites around Gotham, financed an arts gallery and sponsored at-risk youths to go to university, among many other things.

Managing the Wayne Foundation, and all its branches, has been a lot of work. I don't know how Bruce was always on top of everything, but I'll do my best to continue the work he and his mother started. - D. G.

#gotham knights #Locations (GK)#Historic Gotham (GK)

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"You know what? Tragedies happen. What are you gonna do? Give up? Quit? No. I realize now that when your heart breaks, you gotta fight like hell to make sure you're still alive. Because you are. And that pain you feel? That's life. The confusion and fear, that's there to remind you that somewhere out there is something better. And that something is worth fighting for."

Nathan is the son of Dan and Deb Scott and younger paternal half-brother of Lucas Scott. Originally, Nathan was cocky arrogant star player of the Tree Hill Ravens basketball team. He is faced with a challenge when Lucas, joinsand threatens to steal his spot as shooting guard. Later, learning about Lucas' best friend, Haley James, Nathan decides to use Haley to anger Lucas, but eventually ends up falling in love and marrying her. His relationship with Haley helps him smooth things out Lucas and decide that they are now officially brothers. Pre-One Tree Hill, Nathan was a nice guy. But Dan influenced him in high school and almost turning into his father. Let's just say he was a jerk and a bully back then. He was that close to turning into his father, until Lucas joined the basketball team. Mostly Dan wanted him out of there, because he was threatened by his son losing his scholarship to him. Mostly in the beginning of the first season, they got off the wrong foot. But they become friends when he and Peyton broke up and saw Haley for the first time. First he wanted to date her, just to get close to her to mess with Lucas. But he wanted to date her, because he wanted to be the guy he was back then. Nathan wanted to change himself and be the guy who he used to be. Nathan and Haley started dating and he become a better man and a lot more responsible. He also made friends with Lucas and the river court gang like Mouth and Skills. He also become a better friend to Peyton and they are more like brother-sister figures now. Nathan was a born rich kid, unlike Brooke he never flaunts his wealth or his money. He works hard for his money, when he emancipated himself because of their parents divorce. He was tired of being in the middle. Also to get away from his father and his influence. Nathan is a nice guy and he also more like a nerdy slacker sometimes. Sometimes Nathan is a little bit childish. Nathan is a good guy who is very wise and people go to his advice or somebody talk to. Nathan is always been faithful to Haley, he also had a lot of temptations from Carrie, Rachel and Renee but he said no they backed off from him. Nathan is like a superhero, he is more like Batman on the show. Who is willing to take a bullet for somebody. Since starting a relationship and getting married to Haley, Nathan and Haley have stuck together throughout many difficulties, when Haley decides to go on tour instead of be with Nathan, Nanny Carrie trying to replace Haley in their family, and an alleged affair between Nathan and Renee Richardson when she claims to be pregnant with his baby. During his senior year, Haley becomes pregnant and gives birth to their first child James Lucas Scott. James known as Jamie became a huge part in their life and they are determined to give him the best childhood possible. Together they have helped Jamie through bullying and the death of his idol, Quentin Fields, who was also Haley's student and a player for the Tree Hill Ravens. Eight years later they welcome their second child, a girl: Lydia Bob. After graduation from Tree Hill High School, Nathan is tragically hurt in an accident during a fight and is put into a wheelchair, unfortunately not being able to join the Seattle Sonics. He began rehabilitation in his training for basketball with the help of Quentin Fields, who is later murdered at a gas station by an unknown suspect. He then was recruited by the Charlston Chiefs before later being drafted into the NBA for the Charlotte Bobcats. After having trouble dealing with back pain, he is left with no choice but to resign, and then decides to take on basketball as a sports agent. Nathan is a good father to Jamie and Lydia. He and Jamie have a tight bond. He also have a tight bond with Haley. [ Nathan Royal Scott, born August 15 in Tree Hill, North Carolina. Sports agent but former NBA player and Assistant coach for Tree Hill High School boys basketball team. Education: Tree Hill High School, University of Maryland. Lives in Tree Hill. Younger paternal half-brother of Lucas Scott.]

#userfakevz

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reginrokkr · 5 months

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...This was the only method to which I could resort in order to preserve him. What if he cannot be restored? I'm scared... This is different from that time with Cater, but... No, I must be calm. Rene needs my help, now more than ever... What is the most reasonable course of action he would take at this time... I need to first keep his condition under wraps so that the Ordo will not collapse... I need to come up with some reasonable pretense, though I'm not sure how long it'll hold... We need to at least ensure the Tower of Gestalt's completion...

...The stark contrast between how he'd always say so much to me and the present is utterly heart-wrenching... There should still be hope. According to our research, if we can further break down and purify... Director Lyris's essence... Perhaps with the principles behind the ancient golems... If all goes well, we should also be able to cure Cater...

...In the end, Ann departed in great sorrow. I should not have lost my temper so, but I did not know how to answer her, and I did not wish to deceive her. Alain is through with us — I do not wish to lose her too... But as long as Rene is restored, surely, she and Alain will...

...I've been interpreting the data in search of a solution and sharing the results with Rene. There has still been no response, but I can already envision his response with perfect clarity: criticizing the Universitas Magistrorum for putting the cart before the horse, neglecting the fundamental principles underlying everything, and diving straight the details of how to put those techniques to use... How they inverted even the alchemical stages for other purposes...

...I have successfully re-extracted that part of the persona and stored it in the Orthants, at least... The connection with the primordial waters... I've penned research notes like a man possessed. Rene will be quite surprised when the time comes...

...It seems that there was an alchemist from Khaenri'ah named "R" who joined a secret order. From what fragmentary records exist, it appears that they made significant headway. But the available materials are scarce... If Rene doesn't recover, the Ordo will slowly dissolve. And if we were all mistaken, and the colossal beasts and apocalypse are false, will there be others who shall research the trail left behind, as I am now...?

...This idea needs to be tested on someone else first. But that means... ...I'm afraid there's no other way. No other way out...

...The conscious creation that arose from this... showed great promise. Perhaps I've finally found the right approach... ...Placed in the silver basin, gleaming. I taught them language and natural philosophy... ...I've decided to teach them how to paint, which could help exercise their newly grown prosthetic limbs... ...Generated a near-identical persona... Dissolved and dispersed. It saddens me somewhat, but I believe...

...The ones that ultimately survived were unstable blobs of water with rudimentary human forms. It seems that relying on the sword and Lyris's nature alone is insufficient... did think of Cater's remains. I have a few ideas...

...With these, along with some of the leftover material from Cater's current state... I'll use the pocketwatch Alain gave me as the cornerstone to construct Rene's form. I've never dared part with it, as it represents all the time Rene and I had shared. We were much luckier than those who dream still in those circular ruins... Reconstruction according to my design should be possible...

...I have named him. All that remains is to implant... He will not remember his two previous failures— these setbacks could obstruct his path to transcendence. He shall become our ideal Narzissenkreuz. He shall take long strides and walk far ahead of me once more, casting his slender shadow in the sun. He shall guide us in shaping a new future, one in which there will be a place for Alain and Ann...

...What remains of them can be used as material for other experiments. For example, we can graft them onto those who have lost their intellect...

—Log.

#◟༺✦༻◞ fragments of light from the roots of truth ┊reference.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ memories are all but forgotten in the river of time ┊queue.┊

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Finishing off every Question comic with Bombshells. I procrastinated on this for a while because I don't want to be done and have a real count of how many Question comics are bad, but I can't ignore it forever.

War Stories

Renee's kind of a fusion of her late Gotham Central and post-52 self, plus some unique traits just from this universe. She's got a lot of the guilt and poorly-hidden rage, but she's Not A Cop.

She's around for a while, and isn't totally irrelevant, but mostly she's one of Kate's love interests.

She and Kate found a kid named Jason, which went exactly as well as you'd expect the Bat adopting a Jason to go, and that's the big incident that tore their relationship apart.

Like a lot of the characters her personality's a little shaky, wobbling between a distinct sharp-edged self and the generic-author-voice that everyone falls into sometimes. None of it is a full "she would not fucking say that", it's just bland.

Men Who Would Be Kings

Instead of being a noir detective, she's drawing more on adventurer archaeologist tropes.

I actually really enjoy this! It's a neat way to switch up her background while keeping some of the pulp vibes.

I don't think it'd work for a story that's closer to canon, but Bombshells is a very distinct Elseworld that reinterprets and un-legacies a ton of characters, not working in canon isn't a problem.

Also I think it's fun that all the heroes are lesbians and there's a lot of crack ship flirting. It's weird sometimes but for the most part I'm on board with the lesbian divorce polycule.

Mechanical Gods

It's a little weird to me that Renee's the Question at all, since she doesn't have any theming, costume elements, relevant backstory, or annoying cryptic dialogue.

Even when there's theme-based banter she still gets left out half the time, since the Question doesn't mesh well with everyone else's animal gimmicks.

There's a single page of Renee's guilt issues and then it turns into the BatCat soap opera.

What's Past is Prologue

Renee being called the mother of Kate's child makes me mildly unhinged, especially because Kate has picked up the Bat responsibility of having way too many love interests and is cheating on her girlfriend.

They hold hands and then disappear from the comic for the last quarter of its run to go be gay and blow up fascists in Spain, which counts as a happy ending.

Bombshells United - War Bonds

Sequel time.

Renee gets a lot more focus in this arc than in all of Bombshells, and this arc is mostly a take on the Black Adam plot from 52, which is a neat bit of spotlight.

The writing, especially the dialogue, is. Well. I am lying to myself about it being alright because the batshit ways it riffs on various canon stories are stuck in my brain a little, but it's pretty bad.

Absolute galaxy brain shit to put the inevitable Jason Resurrection Angst into the 52 plot. Sure, I have reservations about how maternally Kate and Renee are written, but "what if instead of Under the Red Hood we just made Kate and Renee really sad" is such a power move I don't actually care.

Seriously it's such a flex to bring back Jason only to have him walk back into the afterlife with a minor character from a decade-old event. No Bat-importance for him.

I don't think Bombshells is a particularly deep take on Renee, but there's a real attempt to use her character history beyond being a cop, she gets new angles and unique elements, it tries. That means a lot when Renee has 98 non-canon-or-DCAU comic appearances, maybe a dozen of them are doing anything with her, and the best actual take on her as the Question is still Scooby-Doo.

#clayposts #clayreads #the question #renee montoya

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29 from the dribbles for Cato?

AH ty!! :D

"Where did you get the flowers from?"

Renee scarcely glances up from the tender branches clasped between her fingers. Cato is watching intently, hands resting on the butt of the rifle he's wearing slung over one shoulder. It takes him a moment to realize what she's doing -- she's weaving, braiding flexible stems into one another as a chain grows inch by inch between her hands. Her brow is furrowed in a mask of concentration, only glancing away from her work to pluck another flower out of the bunch at her side.

It's a nice day out, all things considered. The sun is hot, but not yet blistering, and an unseasonably strong breeze stirs the pennants hanging from the wall surrounding the city of Phoenix. Renee is sitting in the shade, skirts pulled up out of the dirt. Seemingly alone, but it's not terribly dangerous this close to the city and Cato is well aware of Renee's ability to handle herself.

It takes her a moment to answer. "Down by the river."

"That's quite a walk to take by yourself," Cato says, head tipped to the side.

Renee's expression briefly sours. She glances up, golden eyes catching the light and fingers pausing ever so slightly before she returns her attention to the string of flowers growing between her fingers. He recognizes the flowers -- desert willow. Pretty to look at, but not much else. It grows in clusters along the banks of the river west from the city. In the spring, the scent of them clogs the air, thick and sickly. It's beyond him why Renee would choose these to spend her time with when the wild poppies are both lovelier and better smelling.

"Do not patronize me, Cato," Renee says. "You may be a legionary, but you are not my keeper. Nor are you responsible for what happens to me."

"I wasn't." Cato frowns.

"You were," Renee says. Though her voice is stern, she doesn't snap. Sighing, her hands drop to her lap and she looks up at Cato, squinting. She gestures to her side. "Sit. I can't work with you looming over me like that."

Cato blinks. He starts, then halts, one foot poised to move. Renee has never invited him to do anything with her. She's reluctant to spend time with him at all, but he's persistent, and she's given up telling him to go away. After a hesitation that stretches a beat too long, Cato unslings his rifle from his shoulder and turns to sit. Carefully, he props the gun up against the wall, assuring the safety is on as he folds his hands in his lap.

Shifting, Renee turns to pile a handful of green shoots into his lap. "Besides," she continues, ignoring Cato's surprise. "I wasn't by myself. Atreus came with me."

Humming, Cato lifts one of the willow blossoms and rolls it between the pads of his fingers. "A good soldier to have by your side."

"I think perhaps he just didn't want to go on patrol."

"It seems likely."

For a beat, Renee's solemn mask slips and she smiles at the mention of her son. As small as it is, the expression transforms her face. She's nearly twice Cato's age, but she's still young -- she would have been a teenager when the Legion came to take her from her home. Jack's age, maybe, or even younger. The thought sends a pang through Cato's chest and he glances at his hands, where he's crushed a blossom between callused fingers.

Quickly, as if Renee can sense what Cato is thinking, her expression shutters. Once again, it's replaced by a mask of calm indifference. Pursing her lips, she gestures at the flowers in his lap. "Make yourself useful. Weave these."

Cato lifts his eyebrows. "I don't know how," he admits, pulling the petals of one flower between his thumb and forefinger.

Rolling her eyes, Renee shifts closer, her arms angled such that he can see her hands. "Watch," she commands. Slowly, she begins to loop the stems around and through each other, feeding them into a long chain until the length of it bristles with blossoms. Studiously, Cato begins to copy her.

"Why," he asks as his chain of flowers grows lopsided beside Renee's, "Are we braiding flowers?"

"Why not?" Renee says.

"It seems pointless," Cato says. There's no derision in his voice, just simple curiosity.

Renee huffs a short laugh. "Haven't you ever done anything relaxing?"

"No," Cato says automatically. Then he tilts his head. "I like to write."

"What do you write?"

"Nothing really," he muses. "My day. The things I saw. My thoughts."

Humming, Renee lets her hands still. The flowers in her lap are gone, all woven and braided into each other in a long chain that trails in the dust. Reaching out, she plucks the uneven end of Cato's flowers and begins to braid them into hers. "This isn't so different," she says. "Consider that these are my thoughts. My prayers."

"You pray?" Cato asks, surprised. "You seem far too... pragmatic for that."

A wry smile touches Renee's lips. She shrugs, russet hair jostling with the motion. "For Atreus. Orion. My Venus," she says. With each name, Renee tucks loose ends into the woven mass until the braid forms a cohesive whole, then folds her palms in her lap.

Cato rubs his cheek. The chain is long, and though deftly woven, it's fragile. The flowers have already started to wilt, petals dusting the ground at their feet. "Seems a shame for all that to go to waste," he murmurs.

"No more a waste to leave it here than it would be had the flowers remained on their branches." Standing, Renee sets the coiled braid of flowers on the bench, then gathers her skirts in one hand. She regards Cato with a shrewd eye, but not unkindly. "I believe we both have work to attend to, Asterion. Goodbye."

With a curt nod, Renee turns to head up the track towards Phoenix, one hand lifted to shade her eyes against the sun. Cato watches until she disappears over the rise, then looks at the mass of petals between his hands.

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