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some CHB headcanons
every cabin has LEDs around the inside, but there’s a constant battle over what color they are
Percy has his rippling back and forth from teal to blue and it looks like light dancing through water all over his walls and floor
the Apollo cabin can usually settle for orange and yellow as a common ground
the Aphrodite kids have a different color for each time of day and sleep with pink on the lowest brightness setting
the Hermes cabin has like ten different strips and they’re all constantly shifting
Demeter cabin’s shifts with the seasons
ANYWAYS MOVING AWAY FROM THE LEDS
they have movie nights, which I will talk about in a different post
before everybody goes back to school, the Aphrodite and Hecate cabins have a massive salon at the end of the summer with new haircuts and magic hair dye and outfit recommendations and fake but enchanted sturdy nails and a whole bunch of other stuff and basically it’s a week straight of spilling hot tea between everyone in camp
if someone asks where a camper got their hair done when they get back to school they just go “oh, um… summer camp.” and their friends will snort and be like bro isn’t summer camp the opposite of a makeover?? but they get no argument, just a shrug and a half smile
when I tell you pride month over there is a fucking riot
because Mr. D is in on it, right?? because he’s the god of gender?? and Chiron is aroace and has been raising dumbass gay heroes for literal centuries?? PLUS the sheer fucking amount of queer peeps up in there?? dude yeah
cabins competing for who shows the most pride
Demeter’s roof is covered in rainbow flowers
Hecate’s is enchanted to emit actual light in whatever flag colors of whoever uses the front door, even when they’re straight (it’s just a rainbow)
Percy collects a bunch of shed scales from the hippocampi at the bottom of the lake and then puts them all over his cabin
I could make a whole post about CHB pride but
every single Apollo kid is also a theater kid fight me
Rachel Elizabeth Dare painted a skateboard for Percy’s birthday and he brings it everywhere now, it even sits in his backpack at school
Leo, Annabeth, Percy, and Piper fucking love horror movies. Frank, Hazel, and Jason fucking hate them. They watch through their fingers, if at all
Piper loves the band Surfaces with all her heart, but she also is a die hard Green Day and P!ATD fan
Jake Mason is covered in burn scars up to his neck, just like Deadpool, just not bald lol
Hephaestus and Apollo kids faintly radiate warmth (like more so than a normal person)
the Stolls sometimes stay at camp year-round because their mom is off on international missions that are too high-risk for them to help with
the seven are AVID Smash Bros players
really everyone but
not as many people go to the Athena campers for help with homework as you might think, but whenever anyone does, they’re happy to help
the sun chariot blasts music at a frequency only the Apollo kids can hear, so their life kind of has a shitty soundtrack that consists of a mix of Broadway, Queen, modern stuff, and random bits of Beethoven every now and then
the Romans swear on few occasions
the Greeks know when to swear and when to be polite
the Valhalla peeps swear unbridled and all the time
the Egyptians never swear (in English)
for the longest time, Will Solace thinks the only gift from his dad is his healing prowess— which is obviously great, but he expresses being upset over the fact that he’s not very good at archery
well, considering this is the dumbass who didn’t bring a weapon to actual fucking Tartarus, Nico drags him to the weapon shack thing immediately afterwards and made him pick something out
he's immediately drawn to the Celestial Bronze shotgun.
Nico’s just like “what in the redneck shit did you just pick up” and Will jokingly aims it at his chest and grins and says “you know I’m from Texas, right?”
that’s how they find out Will is one of the damn best marksmen in Greek demigod history
some of the Disney nerds in the Apollo cabin sing What Once Was Mine to the little ones who need bandaids for knee scrapes and give them lollipops afterwards
Percy Jackson absolutely used to make poverty and struggle meal jokes all the time, but he got weird and concerned looks for it at CHB, so he kind of just stopped. But one day, aboard the Argo II, the PERFECT opportunity came up and he just HAD TO and as per usual— everyone else looked at him like he’s crazy— but Leo laughed so hard chocolate milk came out of his nose and that’s the story of how the two of them became Best Friends
#anyways idk what came over me#riordanverse#percy jackson#leo valdez#jason grace#Annabeth Chase#hazel levesque#frank zhang#piper mclean#Will Solace#nico di angelo#solangelo#valgrace#Jake Mason#connor stoll
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toji x afab reader, 18+ minors dni!! breeding kink, pregnancy kink, slight size kink (big dick toji yet again), daddy kink, lots of pet names, a bit cheesy at the end, 1.3k words
“Hello? Toji, my love? You there?” you laughed, waving a hand in his face. Currently sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner together, your lover had suddenly fallen into a daze, tapping out of the casual conversation the two of you had been having as he stared into the distance.
“Oh, uh- yeah,” he stuttered, shaking his head. “What were we talking about again?”
Toji had been in a… funk all day. Ever since the two of you had been out running errands earlier that afternoon and had somehow continuously run into baby after baby.
In the grocery store, as you parsed through the avocados to determine the most appropriately ripe ones, one baby in a carrier and one held on one hip by its mother walked past, both giggling and flashing toothless smiles at him. He was enamored.
The way their chubby limbs flailed spastically as they were discovering how their bodies worked, the little bald spots that decorated their fuzzy heads, the cute matching outfits the moms had dressed them in… suddenly all of it was getting to Toji. He had always figured he’d wanted a family at some point, but the timing never felt right - he never felt ready. But now he wanted it.
Not only did he want to experience taking care of his own little one, but he really, really wanted to get you pregnant. The thought of filling you with his seed and spending the better part of a year growing his child was driving Toji fucking crazy. Seeing your stomach swell and slowly grow out of your clothes, or you waddling down the hallway, supporting the small of your back with one hand and the underside of your large belly with the other… That’s what was on Toji’s mind, instead of the mundane dinner conversation he should’ve been engaging in. He couldn’t help it though.
“What’s going through your mind, babe?” you asked, taking another bite of rice.
“Honestly?”
“I guess…”
“Getting you pregnant. Having babies. You and I starting a family,” he admitted plainly.
“Oh?” you questioned, raising a brow. “This is the first I’m hearing of this.” You couldn’t help but agree that it sounded enticing.
He smirked. “Just can’t help but daydream about how fucking sexy you’d look like that. Carrying my baby.”
Your hand instinctively came to rest on your stomach - now he had you thinking about it too. It would be a lie to say the idea didn’t make you a little nervous though, it was all so sudden. But suddenly Toji was rising from his chair and leaning on the table, towering over you with a wild look in his emerald eyes and a bulge in his pants.
“I say we go for it,” he smirked.
“Toji, I… I- let’s think on this, okay? This feels really impulsive - we’ve never talked about this before and-”
Your sentence remained forever unfinished as he scooped you out of his chair with his profuse strength and threw you onto your shared bed, the scar that ran through the corner of his lips warping as he smiled and ogled you with fire in his eyes.
Everything was a blur as he haphazardly stripped you of both your bottoms and pressed your knees all the way to your shoulders in a deep mating press, breathing hotly into your neck as his throbbing cock dragged slowly between your lips, gathering your slick before the head prodded at your hole.
“Toji,” you whined, arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
“Call me Daddy tonight,” he whispered directly into your ear before sinking into your tight cunt.
“Oh god!” you cried out, throwing your head back against the pillow and keened as he immediately bottomed out. His impossibly thick cock stretched you and filled you so wide it felt like he was gonna split you in two. Toji, aware of his size, never fucked you with so little foreplay, but he seemed to be in some sort of trance tonight, that made every ounce of his self-control dissipate into thin air.
“Gonna pump you so full of my cum your womb can’t do anything but get pregnant,” he growled as he picked up a rhythm, balls slapping hard against your ass as he fucked you hard and deep. So deep he kissed your cervix with every thrust, pulling involuntary gasps and moans every single time.
“Toj- Daddy,” you corrected yourself. “Please, need it,” you whimpered. It seemed he’d infected you with his desire to breed.
With every passing minute, the idea of getting pregnant was becoming more and more appealing. Of carrying your lover’s babies, being nothing more than a vessel for his seed and to provide him with kids.
To be doted on and pampered endlessly for nine whole months as you glowed and sported a prominent baby bump, one that caught stares and admiration from friends, family, and strangers alike. Symptoms be damned, you couldn’t help but think, no, know, you’d absolutely love being pregnant. Especially by Toji.
And to have a baby the two of you made together, seeing Toji become the amazing dad you knew he could be, was beginning to sound beautiful.
You pulled him in for a messy kiss as he fucked you with so much desperation it felt like your first time again, all teeth and tongue as both of you panted and groaned.
“Fill me up, Daddy, get me pregnant, give us a baby,” you gasped, gripping the underside of your knees and angling your hips to try and grant him the best access possible. To allow him to reach so deep inside you his cum shot directly into your womb.
“Gonna cum any second, baby, give you just what you want,” he smiled, voice breathy and gravelly.
His large hand came to rest on your tummy, rubbing the soft skin and imagining it swollen and full of his baby. Riddled with stretch marks, but so, so beautiful anyway. The thought had him cumming hard, face buried into your neck as he released a full load inside your throbbing cunt. You could feel the hard protrusions of his hip bones as he pressed himself as deep inside you as possible.
“Did so good for me, beautiful,” he smiled, beads of sweat trickling down his face. “God, I love you.”
“Love you so, so much, Toji,” you whined, on the verge of tears. “Wanna have a family with you, keep you around forever.” Your shaky arms wrapped around his neck again to pull him in for a hug, and he laughed as he reciprocated holding you close to his chest.
“Not going anywhere without you, my love,” he mumbled.
“Come lay down now, spoon me, yeah?” you smiled.
“Wait… don’t tell me you thought we were done…” he said, furrowing his brow. “Babies are rarely made with only one round.”
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FINALLY!!! the VERY final refs for the ponified cast of pizza tower. everypony has the same name except for pizzahead, who's called pizzahoof. pizzahoof was also designed by @c0met-dr01d!! go check them out :]
under the cut is me rambling about their cutiemarks (or lack thereof) and other design choices
gustavo's cutiemark is a pizza with three mushroom toppings, because he's a chef, and earlier in pizza tower development, he was a gnome! this isn't the case anymore though, but i still like to think he is. that, and i just associate him with gnome forest, so it felt fitting. plus, i suppose it adds to the mario comparisons lmao
peppino's cutiemark is a pepperoni pizza alongside a pizzacutter. i know people are raising eyebrows at the pepperoni, but my excuse is... uhh, they're not actually pepperoni. it's like, some vegetarian alternative. probably made of flowers or some shit. the pizza is obvious, he's a chef and he cooka-da-pizza. the pizza cutter isn't just to hammer that in, but it's also a callback to the various times throughout pizza tower development where he used to have a pizza cutter buzz-saw! especially in pizza massacre
noise's cutiemark is a bomb with its fuse lit, because it represents his explosive personality and he often uses bombs. dude is wacky, unpredictable and can be a feral fucking thing. also something about acting, being a mascot or being in the showbiz somewhere in the mix. he has a tail, but it's just... in his suit. he's a dumbass
noisette's cutiemark is a ruby chocolate bar. she runs a cafe, and while she presumably has Really Weird Taste, i figured it would be a really cute fit for her. it's sweet, just like her! and pink. just like her!
fake peppino deliberately does not have a cutiemark. it's to add to the sense of "failed clone," where many aspects of peppino have been successfully recreated (body type, hair color, coat color, outfit, facial hair) but other small things have been muddled or changed by mistake (height, eyes not staying in their sockets, hair being more smooth looking, face shape). not to mention, he's made of dough, like his original clone counterpart. in the show, it's established that only ponies can have cutiemarks. while he looks like a pony, who's to say he really is one?
stick's cutiemark is that television hud you see when you have enough money to buy a boss gate in pizza tower. i chose this cause on top of being a tv, a reoccurring object throughout the game, it also has some modifications to make it more... stick-y. it has his hat and a propeller coming from the top, and if you know stick, that man likes to make shit, specifically to sell and make money. that's also why there's a money sign in the tv. stick has a tail stub but i never really draw it myself. he's completely bald. mind you, he still has his coat, but no mane, no tail. zilch. he's a bald motherfucker. also stick's magic color is green
pizzahoof also does not have a cutiemark. he's a fucking cheese pony, why would he need one? dude just exists to be silly and whimsical. giving him one i feel would go against his character of just being clownish, doing what he wants when he wants, regardless if it means others suffer because of him or not. also, he's MADE of CHEESE!!!
#ponified#pizza tower#mlpfim#peppino spaghetti#gustavo#the noise#noisette#fake peppino#mr stick#pizzahead#peppino#gustavo pizza tower#noise pizza tower#noisette pizza tower#pizzahoof#peppony#ponytower#mlp#my little pony#my little pony friendship is magic#sklart
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𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒎 in which pierre is dating everyone’s favorite singer! ౨ৎ pierre x female!singer!reader
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ynupdates Y/n, her first night and her first time playing in paris!! She preformed amazing and gave us a sneak peak of her new song, “dance with me” 🥹 who could this song be about ? 🧐🧐
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user PARIS GO SUCK A DICK
user i lost a song i didnt even know i could Lose.
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user PIERRE SIR WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
user her outfit is so cute 😭❤️
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yourusername thank u france 🥖🥖🇫🇷🇫🇷 love u ❤️❤️🙈🙈
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yourbestie who is this french man mrs ……. ?!?!?!!!!
→ yourusername Idk i was just kissing a random baguette man i found on the street :///
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→ yourusername ouch. -french man
user we lost her to a french man ☹️
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user IS THIS THE MAN SHES WRITING A SONG FOR?????
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user i can tell pierres hair, and thats his hair in the 3rd pic.
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→ user LMFAO THATS FOUL 😭😭
user the last picture is literally PIERRE.. ARE THEY TRYING TO BE OBVIOUS
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pierregasly Over the break 💕
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yukitsunoda0511 I really like your photographer 😂
→ pierregasly Thanks yuki, I love her too 😂
charles_leclerc Seems like you’ve been having some fun over the break 🫣
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user pierres soft launch era!! get rid of it. I NEED TO KNOW WHO SHE IS
user i love how yuki is still in these photo dumps ❤️
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yourusername hellloooo everybody!!!!!!!! new single out in a few days (yay) it’s called “dance with you” 💌
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user WE’RE FINALLY GETTING FEED
user EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU TO HER MAN, HE GAVE OUR GIRL INSPO
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→ user thank you for making our mother write love songs x
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user my prayers have been answered 😭🙏🏼
user CANT WAIT OH MU GOD
user I’m so ready to stream this song everyday and cry.
→ yourusername don’t cry babes 😞❤️ ILY
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user GIRL I CANT WAIT U NEED TO RELEASE IT RIGHT THIS SECOND
user this is so AUAAGDUWOQDFC
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YN 💕
PIERRE OH MY GOD
WHY WOULD U …
BAEB 🙊🤍
I MEANT TO PUT IT ON MY CLOSE FRIENDS I SWEAR
i mean ITS NOT LIKE PEOPLE DIDNT ALREADY KNOW..??
YN 💕
well YEAH.. but I wanted to tell my fans myself 😒
BAEB 🙊🤍
i’m sorry 😞
at least your single comes out in a few days .. ??
YN 💕
😒😒
ok wait
i forgive u 🤍🤍🥖🥖
BAEB 🙊🤍
❤️❤️❤️
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yourusername a very wise man once told me it wouldn’t b a photo dump if yuki weren’t in it … so i kidnapped him so he could be in my photo dump, thanks yuki ❤️🙊🐈⬛🥖
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user plot twist what if shes dating yuki
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user the last photo 😭😭
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user this is by far my favorite post ever cause YUKI LOOKS SO ADORABLE 😞❤️
user i am so SICK. HUST POST YOU AND PIERRE KISSING OR SOMETHING 😭😭😭 PLEASE I CANNOT KEEP WAITING FOR YOU GUYS TO CONFIRM IT YOURSELF. PLEASE YOU GUYS ARE SO SICK AND FUCKIGN TWISTED 😭😭😭😭
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user poor yuki he had to third wheel
→ user wdym yn was third wheeling
yukitsunoda0511 I have a family please let me go
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pierregasly my little photographer
→ yourusername i should start charging u..
→ pierregasly no … you can’t, I’m broke
→ yourusername you make more money than I do ????
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yourusername heeyyoo! “dance with me” out noow…!!! and by the way, I DO really like you pierregasly 🤍🤍🥖🥖⭐️⭐️
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charles_leclerc Does this mean I can’t take him on dates anymore ?
→ yourusername can i take your girlfriend out? cause then the answer is yes charlie 🦎🦎
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pierregasly dance with me is the best song in existence ❤️❤️
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pierregasly Je t'aime my red panda 🤍
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౨ৎ helloooo ! i hope u like this 😁😁 idk what to say tbh cause this is just a re upload …. I WILL TRY TO POST FOR DULCE HOTLINE SOON 🤓 i’ve been kinda busy tho, sorry ☹️😞
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Why do you look so hot in it?
A/N: Hi... So this is the first time I am posting something 😅 I was re-watching their old videos and I got this idea.... I am posting this because this just would not leave my mind!! So I hope you like it and let me know if you do.
Ps. The prank that I am mentioning is when Elton had superglued a pink wig to Colby's head.
Warning: implied smut but it's only towards the end.
This is Colby Brock x reader
You and Colby have been dating for the past few months.
It was 8 in the morning and you were driving to Colby's house, the trap house, to meet him. He did not make it to the party where you were supposed to meet him last night and you got worried. You called him about three times and then received an overdramatic message from him stating that his career is over. Now you love Colby, you really really do but boy can he be overdramatic. He can turn any minor inconvenience into a life threatening situation. He told you that Elton pranked him and now he has to hide in his room for the rest of his life.
You reached the trap house and parked your car in their driveway. You opened the front door that is always unlocked. God they really need to lock their doors. "Colby!!" You call out, walking in searching for your boyfriend. When you reach the backyard you hear whistles coming from the construction site next door and Elton laughing his ass off. You walk out of the house again towards the street just to see Colby wearing a small princess dress in a pink wig twerking in the middle of the street. Nobody had noticed you yet and corey kept yelling at Colby to 'clap his ass'
"What the fuck did I just walk into?" You say capturing everyone's attention.
As soon as they saw you they burst out laughing, Elton kept pointing the camera in your direction as you stood gobsmacked trying to make sense of what you saw. Colby on the other hand was hiding his face in his hands completely mortified that you had seen him do that.
Elton was the first to speak up, "How do you like Colby's twerking y/n?"
"i am still trying to understand what happened to him... Like.... what in the world is going on?" You were speechless.
Corey spoke up as Elton kept laughing, "Elton superglued the pink wig to Colby's head."
"Okay that explains the pink hair but why is he wearing a dress that can easily pass as a maid outfit in some porno?" You asked now starting to laugh as the initial shock was gone. Your comment made them laugh harder and turned Colby's face bright pink. "Thank you for that babe... I really appreciate it." He deadpanned. You just winked back and gave him a flying kiss.
"Also also he got a date!" Corey added.
"A date?"
"Yeah the construction worker right there thinks Colby looks hot and is going to pick him up tonight."
"Oh my God." You laughed hysterically. "You should have told me sooner I would've brought my makeup pouch to help him get ready for the big date!!"
"Okay let's get back inside the house before I embarrass myself more than I have already." Colby sighed fast walking into the house. You watched him walk in and started cat calling him. "Damn princess peach got a fat ass!" Whistling as he turned around to give you a small twerk.
You follow him inside,"You still haven't answered my question though!!! Why are you wearing this costume??"
"Because... I have a photoshoot today. Which by the way got scheduled like what 20 minutes ago and Elton said that if I wore this costume he'll help me get rid of the wig. But apparently he was just bluffing to make me wear this!!" Colby said. Defeat was evident in his voice and as sorry as you felt for him you couldn't stop laughing. This was a damn good prank.
"No I do know how to remove the wig." Elton interjected.
"Yeah but it would burn my scalp!" Colby shot back.
"It MIGHT burn your scalp... And your hair might never grow back."
"Elton!" You gasped. "Please tell me you are joking.... I cannot have a bald boyfriend!"
"THAT is what you are worried about?? Not the fact that it might end my career?" Colby asked with his eyes wide and cartoonish. His hands waving all over the place just flabbergasted as the others started laughing hysterically at his reaction.
"No I am not worried about your career!! Your fans love you way too much to stop supporting you just because you are bald.... Also now that I think about it you can have as many different hair styles and hair colours as you want if you lose all your hair. There are so many wigs to choose from!!!" You answered still giggling at the situation.
You have known for a long time even before the prank wars started that Elton lets his pranks go too far but he always has a solution. He knew how much Colby loves his hair so you trusted him to never hurt Colby.
"Or else just stay like this and we call you princess peach from now." I added just for Colby to shake his head and then scream into his hands. "My own girlfriend roasts me. You know you can defend me sometimes right?"
"Yeah but what's the fun in that princess?"
"Okay.... Okay I see how it is.." he slowly nods his head as he looks at me betrayed and absolutely done.
"Here take this." Elton says while handing him two bottles of nail polish remover.
"What is this?" Colby asks as he inspects the bottle.
"This is what will help you get rid of the wig."
"It's acid!" Corey interjects, "Bruh he literally handed you acid to burn your scalp!" You giggle again.
"Shut up Corey!" You gently scold him looking at Colby's scared expression. His face was drained of all colours like he had seen a ghost. "It's nail polish remover Colby... You'll be fine just make sure to not get it in your eye. It won't do any damage but it'll hurt like hell" I console Colby holding his hand.
He slowly nods and walks into the bathroom. He bends down and turns on the sink faucet then pours the nailpolish remover on his head and rinses it in the sink. "Ow.. ow... It's in my eyes." He backs away. His eyes were now red and watering. You go to him and help him wipe his face. "I told you to be careful!!" You swat his arm.
"I didn't do it on purpose!! Ooooowwww.... It hurts!!" He whined. You keep wiping the drops of water running down his forehead to avoid getting anything in his eyes. Elton zoomed in on Colby's face.
"Oww... It hurts... It hurts so bad... Especially this eye." Colby says pointing his to his left eye.
"Why don't you guys do this in the backyard instead of the bathroom. It would be much easier." You suggested.
"Yeah let's do that" Elton agreed and led the group to the backyard.
"So like should i just jump in the pool or something?" Colby asked
"Or we could use the hose." Corey said.
"Yeah a hose would be a good idea." You agreed as you hugged Colby's waist and kissed his exposed shoulder. Just as Corey went to get the hose Sam and Kat came down the stairs.
"Colby have you not met your other half?" Elton asked nonchalantly.
"No.." Colby says as he casually walked back in the house.
"Oh.. my...goood.." Sam laughed. "Like I saw Colby from upstairs and was like what the fuck but now like... How does this happen?" Sam asked gesturing to Colby's outfit.
Colby gave Sam the same explanation that he gave you a few minutes ago as you kept giggling quietly exchanging glances with Kat.
Finally after goofing around a bit more Colby ended up in the backyard pouring nail polish remover over his head as Elton hosed him down and you recorded them. The wig slowly came off as Colby celebrated.
Once the wig was completely off Elton kept spraying Colby with water. Colby rinsed his hair a bit and looked directly at the camera. As hard as you were laughing before you completely froze when he looked into the lens cause my god did he look good. He looked so good at this moment that you forgot what was going on and the only thing on your mind was Colby.
"I still cannot believe that I was twerking wearing this ridiculous outfit in the street." Colby groaned as the others laughed
"If this was a ridiculous outfit then why do you look so hot in it?" You blurted out. Everyone looked at you as you slapped your palm on your mouth.
"God damn y/n! I didn't know you were kinky." Corey commented as Elton whooped taking the camera from your hands and pointing it at you.
"I said what I said. He looks hot wearing this all wet." Everyone whooped as Colby laughed nervously. "Please tell me he gets to keep this outfit!" You add looking at Elton.
"Yeah he can keep the outfit." Elton giggled shrugging.
"Oh you are wearing this every once in a while." You deadpanned looking Colby dead in the eyes as others hollered.
"As long as you guys keep it down and I don't get to know about any details, Colby gets to keep the outfit!" Sam interrupted.
"You have a deal blondie" I shake his hand laughing.
Once everyone calmed down they filmed the outro. After they finished filming everyone left to get back to their schedules leaving you and Colby alone in the backyard. You walked closer to Colby and gave him a long kiss.
"So I look good in a princess costume?" He asked looking into your eyes
"Yep." You responded popping the 'p' "you look so fucking hot Brock... I swear you help me discover kinks that I didn't even know I had." You whispered as you played with his wet hair.
"You know I still have two hours before I have to leave for the photoshoot." He whispered back as he kissed your cheek.
You immediately pull back and drag him back in the house towards the stairs saying "To the room!" As Colby followed you laughing and stumbling the entire way.
I hope this was good!!
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Would That I
Pairings: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader
Summary: You accidentally ran into someone at a frat party, and she quickly became your best friend. But you fell for her sister, who wouldn’t even give you the time of the day (this is a shitty description)
Warnings: swearing, mentions of weed, alcohol consumption, small joke of role playing sex, jokes about getting salmonella and dying, slight angst. Let me know if I missed any!
My Masterlist
AN: Came from this request here!
Word Count: 6.8K
You could smell the alcohol and weed in the air before approaching the house. It was Halloween night, and you were going to a frat party with your friends, even though you had zero intention of staying longer than ten minutes. You were just here to ‘shake babies and kiss hands,’ as your friend Miles would say.
He was the one hosting this frat party, so of course, you had to show your support for your friend, even though you hated parties and drinking. He was one of the biggest recruiters for his frat house and very well known across the campus for his promiscuous activities, but he wasn’t your typical frat guy. Yes, he loved to drink, party, and sleep around, but he was a nerd. He had been his high school’s team captain of Scholar Bowl his junior and senior year, and led them to a state championship win. And he was also extremely socially awkward; it pained you to watch him interact with people.
“What the actual fuck are you wearing?” Anika questioned as you walked up the stairs to the house. She and Mindy were patiently waiting outside for you, and they both laughed at your outfit. “What? This is a vintage Gucci,” you stated as you did a twirl for the girls.
You were dressed up as Alan Garner from the hangout, and Anika hated to admit it, but you pulled off the cheap fake beard and wig. You also had a fake baby strapped to your chest with cheap sunglasses covering your eyes.
“You are really asking me that, Mr. Worldwide?” You jabbed as you eyed Anika up and down. The girl wore a god-awful bald cap, a black suit, and a white shirt with a shitty penciled-on goatee. “Haters gonna hate,” Anika replied as she pulled a pair of sunglasses out from her jacket pocket and put them on.
You scoffed at the girl before looking at Mindy, “I don’t even know what to say to you.”
“I’m going to have a BF if you insult me,” Mindy scolded as she stared you down. She wore a jean skirt with white pantyhose topped off with a jean jacket and a pink shirt that said ‘Dude, where’s my couture’ in red letters.
“Was this your idea?” You asked with an eyebrow raised.
Mindy scoffed at your words, “Of course not! I wanted to go as Vector but Chad wanted to match,” she said as she rolled her eyes, “So now, I’m from White Chicks instead of Despicable Me.”
“I think you would have made a very sexy Vector,” you admitted with a smile.
“Thank you. At least someone,” Mindy sent Anika a glare, “thinks it would have been sexy.”
Anika rolled her eyes at Mindy, “I told you I’m not having sex with you while you are dressed up like Vector!”
“Okayyyy, this just got weird,” you interrupted as you walked past the fighting couple but stopped just before the door, “you two coming?”
The two quickly stood up and followed you into the house. The smell of alcohol and weed was enough to turn your stomach as you opened the door. You saw partygoers dressed in all different kinds of costumes as you pushed through the crowd and made your way into the kitchen. “I shall have a bottle of Smirnoff, and what will my lady have?” Mindy asked as she dug around the cooler full of alcohol. “I shall have the same, my lord,” Anika replied, and you almost gagged at their conversation.
You politely pushed past Mindy and fished around for a bottle of water, and you quietly rejoiced when you pulled up the last bottle. “Seriously? Water?” Mindy questioned as she glared at you. “Yes, seriously. This is a frat party, and I only know three people here!” You exclaimed while holding your water.
Mindy muttered a quiet ‘whatever,’ and you were going to retort when you felt someone throw their arm around you and pull you into a hug. “How’s my favorite homo doing?” Miles questioned while ruffling your hair. “I’m fine, Miles. Thanks for asking,” Mindy butted in with a slight smile.
Miles let out a small laugh as he left your hair alone and gave Mindy a fist-bump, “I’ve missed you too, Mindy, and you as well, Anika.” Anika smiled at the man as she also fist-bumped him. “Well, me and Y/N here are going to go hunt for some Latinas to hit on, you two gay-bo’s have fun,” Miles said while pulling you off into another room.
“Really? We are going to ‘hunt for some Latinas?’” You questioned as you followed Miles into the living room. People were elbow to elbow, and you had to shout over the loud music to converse with the man. “Obviously! I know your three main things you look for in women, and I bet we can find someone here who is all three,” Miles replied as she slung his arm over your shoulder while scanning the room for a potential hookup for you.
You scoffed at your best friend’s words, “I do not have three things I look for in a woman. I only care about her personality and her thoughts on Dr. Pepper.”
A sound of fake gagging caused you to send a death glare at Miles. “I forgot you're a Dr. Pepper whore,” your friend joked as he started listing your three interests on his fingers. “Number one: you love Latinas, same here. Number two: you love emo chicks; same here again. And finally, number three, you love a woman older than you, and guess what? Same here too!”
“I hate that we are basically the same person in different fonts,” you mumbled under your breath as you shoved yourself off Miles, causing you to bump into a stranger accidentally.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” you quickly apologized as you faced the woman. She was close to a foot shorter than you, but had a beautiful smile and seemed like she had a charming personality. “No, it’s okay,” the girl replied slurredly. You could tell this girl was hammered out of her mind, and you had seen the eyes of preying men on her.
Not knowing what to do, you asked her, “Hey, I know we just met, but would you want to go outside with me?” The question was an innocent one; you didn’t want to leave an intoxicated girl who was pushing five feet nothing to fend off men like Frankie. “Sure,” the girl replied with a smile as she grabbed your hand and pulled you outside. You sent Miles a scared smile as the man responded with a comical smile and a thumbs up.
You followed the girl out to a small wooden swing and sat down next to her. “So, what’s your name?” You quietly asked. You had no intentions on hitting on this girl even though she was your type; you were just in need of some new friends, and you thought she could be a good addition.
Not that Anika and Miles were bad friends, you just needed someone else to hang out occasionally.
The girl reached her hand over to you while saying, “I’m Tara; it’s nice to meet you.” You gently shook her hand and sent her a grin, “I’m Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
The further the night went along, the more you talked with Tara. You two quickly discovered that you both shared a love for art and elevated horror, and you even exchanged numbers with the girl.
“Oh shit,” Tara quietly mumbled as she stood up from the bench. You gave her a puzzled look before standing up as well, “is everything alright?”
“Yeah, it’s just my sister is freaking out about me right now,” Tara replied as she texted someone back, presumably the sister in question. “You aren’t in any trouble, are you? Because I can try and help to get you out,” you offered, causing Tara to chuckle at your words.
“Thank you, Y/N, but I think Sam would kill you if she ever met you,” Tara joked while looking up at you before returning to typing.
A minute passed before Tara sighed and closed her phone. “Well, I better get back home,” Tara said as she moved in to hug you, but your fake baby got in the way.
You gave Tara an awkward smile as you pulled the girl into a side hug and whispered in her ear, “Babies, am I right?”
“Why do you even have that thing?” Tara asked while flicking its head.
You quickly wrapped your arms around the baby’s head and shielded it from Tara. “Hey! Do not hurt my baby Carlos!” You exclaimed.
“Carlos? Are you serious?”
“Yes, I am serious. Do not hate on his name.”
“Why did you pick such an outlandish name?” Tara asked with a smile as she crossed her arms.
You scoffed at the girl’s words, “‘Carlos’ is not an outlandish name, Tara. And besides, it’s from the movie The Hangover.”
Tara chuckled at your words, “Oh my god, my sister loves that movie; she watches it all the time.”
“Is your sister single?” You asked with a playful smirk.
“Ha! Yeah, right. Good luck with that. Sam is pretty reserved,” Tara stated as she slowly started to walk toward the road.
“How come? If you don’t mind me asking,” you asked while following Tara and stopping on the sidewalk beside her.
The girl shrugged while pulling out her phone and texting someone. “Her last relationship ended badly. And ever since then, she’s just been closed off to everyone except me and always stalking me,” Tara admitted while putting her phone away, “but you’ll get a chance to meet her; she’s on her way to pick us up.”
“Us?”
“Yeah, only if you want to come over. I know we just met, but I feel like we could be friends,” Tara admitted with a smile as a black car pulled, parked, and the driver got out.
Tara continued talking to you, but as soon as you saw the driver, you couldn’t hear anything else. She was, to put it lightly, the most attractive woman you have ever seen. She had dark eyes that captivated you and a stern look as she approached you and Tara.
“Who’s this?” The alluring woman asked, and you could only think, ‘You’re future girlfriend’ with a giant smile.
The younger sister beamed at her sister’s question and placed a hand on your back, gently pushing you toward the woman. “Sam, this is Y/N. She’s my friend,” Tara stated.
“Hi,” you breathlessly replied with an awkward smile as you stuck out your hand toward Sam. The woman looked you up and down before scoffing and slapping your hand away. “How come you’ve never mentioned her before?” Sam questioned while crossing her arms.
“Because, Sam, we just met tonight.”
At that, Sam’s eyes instantly widened as she stared at her sister. “Are you serious?! You don’t even know this stranger, yet you came outside to be alone with her?” Sam exclaimed as she checked her sister over for any injuries.
“I’m fine, Sam. And besides, Y/N isn’t that bad,” Tara laughed as she felt Sam’s hands check out of her body.
Sam stopped her movements and looked Tara in the eyes, “And how do you know that?”
Tara huffed at Sam’s question and turned to face you, “You aren’t going to murder me, Y/N, are you?”
“Yes, I am,” you joked with a playful smile, but Sam didn’t find it funny.
“Well, at least I get a heads up this time,” Tara chuckled, completely ignoring Sam’s bewildering expression.
Sam took in her sister’s words before shaking her head, shocked, “No, absolutely not. Come on, Tara, we are leaving,” Sam said as she walked to the driver’s side.
“Can Y/N come over at least?” Tara asked with puppy dog eyes and a small frown. Sam hated it when Tara did this, and her younger sister knew it always worked. Of course, Sam knew that Tara was only doing this to get her way, and Sam never denied her sister.
With a quiet ‘goddamnit,’ Sam allowed you to come with them.
“Thank you,” you said once you got into the back of the car and buckled up. You only got a small grunt in response, but you took it as a win.
The car ride was filled with low music and the occasional conversation between the sisters as you admired Sam. You were sitting behind the passenger seat, allowing you the perfect side view to look at Sam. Unbeknownst to you, Sam had caught you staring at her in the rearview mirror but made no verbal comment. ‘Fucking weirdo,’ she thought to herself as she quickly glanced at your love-sick eyes in the mirror.
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Arriving at the Carpenters' apartment, Tara gave you a quick tour of the place and introduced you to their roommate Quinn, who naturally took a liking to you.
While you were on the couch talking with Tara, Quinn walked into the kitchen and found Sam glaring at you.
“She’s certainly something, isn’t she?” Quinn questioned while twirling her hair around her finger. You had taken off the fake beard, wig, and sunglasses and left your baby and baby carrier next to the door, and Sam had to admit, now that she saw your entire face, you were undeniably attractive.
Sam side-eyes Quinn before looking back at you and then back to the redhead. “I thought you were strictly men?”
Quinn chuckled at Sam’s response, “How can I thoroughly enjoy sex if I’ve never been with a woman? They know the female body better than anyone else.”
Not being able to form an argument against Quinn’s words, Sam nodded her head in agreement.
“Wish me luck,” Quinn said as she gently slapped Sam’s back before entering the living room, sitting right next to you.
And for some unknown reason, Sam felt a tinge of jealousy shoot throughout her body, making her hate you all the more.
You and Tara stayed up watching movies while Quinn occasionally hit on you. And when it came time for people to start turning in, Quinn gave it one last shot.
“Well, I’m going to bed,” Quinn said as she rubbed her hands on her thighs before standing up, “you can always come sleep with me, Y/N,” she finished with a wink before walking into her room.
Once she was gone, Tara apologized, “I’m sorry about her. She’s like that with everyone.”
“Eh, I don’t mind the boost of confidence,” you replied with a smirk. Tara laughed at your words, and her eyes darted to Sam’s door as it opened.
Sam walked into the living room and glared at you before looking at Tara. “Alright, Tara, I think it’s time for Y/N to go home,” Sam stated as she crossed her arms.
Tara let out a small groan as she threw her head back before standing up. “Alright, Alan, let’s go,” Tara replied as she pulled you off the couch and walked toward the door with you.
“What are you doing?” Sam questioned while watching you, and Tara put on your shoes. “I’m taking Y/N home?” Tara replied with a puzzled look.
“Nuh-uh, nope,” Sam responded as she walked over to the door and stood before it, “you are not leaving here this late at night with her.”
With a scoff, Tara looked between you and her sister, “Well, what do you want her to do then? Walk home?”
“Yes,” Sam immediately replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“So it’s not safe enough for me to walk with her, but she can go alone?”
Sam took a few seconds to think about it before responding, “That is correct.”
Tara sighed; she knew there was no point in arguing with Sam, but she got a bright idea. “Well, since you won’t let me take her home, you can,” Tara suggested as she removed her shoes.
“No!” You and Sam exclaimed at the same time but for different reasons. Sam didn’t want to take you home because she did not like you at all. While you, on the other hand, didn’t want to be left alone with the woman because you knew for a fact you would be a blushing mess and wouldn’t be able to form a sentence.
“I’ll take her home,” a voice called from behind you, and you turned to see Quinn leaning against her door frame. The redhead wore a sheer white blouse, and you could see her red lingerie bra.
“I’m fine with that,” you replied too quickly with a smile on your face.
But Sam scoffed at your words before moving to grab her keys. “Absolutely not. Come on, Y/N. I’ll take you,” Sam stated as she pushed past you to open the door. You gave Quinn a small wave and told Tara you would text her as you gathered up Carlos, your fake beard and wig, along with your sunglasses, before following Sam out to her car.
“Thank you for taking me home. I appreciate it, Sam,” you commented as you buckled up. Sam huffed in response as she started her car.
“How do I get to your house?” Sam asked after a few moments of driving down a random street. You told the woman your address, and Sam wanted to scream when she realized it would take almost thirty minutes to get to your house due to traffic.
The car was filled with the heavenly voice of Lana Del Rey as you leaned your head back against the headrest and looked over at Sam. You couldn’t explain it, but Sam was exactly what you would imagine a Lana Del Rey song would look like.
“Stop staring at me; you’re creepy as shit,” Sam said once she felt your eyes on her.
You awkwardly cleared your throat as you uncomfortably shifted in your seat while staring at the floor. “So, Tara told me your favorite movie is The Hangover?” You questioned while fidgeting with your fingers.
A few seconds passed before dryly said, “Yes.” And even more, seconds passed before she added, “I hope Carlos had a fun night.”
You lightly chuckled at the woman’s words as you messed with Carlos’ plastic hands, “Yeah, he had a blast tonight.”
Sam responded with a small ‘mhm’ as she continued driving, enjoying the awkward silence that filled the air.
When Sam arrived at your apartment, she realized that you lived in the nicer part of New York, and she loathed you for it. Not only were you a nuisance, you were more than likely a spoiled rich brat, and Sam could not wait to get rid of you.
“This is me,” you quietly mumbled while getting out of the vehicle with your items in hand as Sam rolled down the window to talk to you, “Thank you for the ride, Sam. I appreciate it,” you said as you pulled out your wallet and handed the woman a ten dollar through the window.
She looked between you and the money before staring into your eyes, “I’m not having sex with you for money.”
You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head. “What? No. No! That’s not what I was implying,” you quickly defended before looking at Sam, “Why would you think?”
The woman shrugged her shoulders before speaking, “Because all you’ve done tonight is stare at me, so you either want sex or want to kill me,” Sam suggested.
“Why would I want to kill you?”
“Because you’re being creepy as shit! And you told Tara you were going to murder her.”
“Okay, fair enough. But I was completely joking about the whole murder thing,” you replied with a small laugh that Sam clearly didn’t find funny. You didn’t know about the past traumas the sisters have gone through together, and Sam knew that you didn’t know, but it didn’t make her feel any better toward you.
“Whatever,” Sam replied as she took your money before driving off.
“Goodnight, Sam!” You exclaimed while the car pulled away, and you sighed before heading to your apartment. Sam might not be the biggest fan of you right now, but you vowed you would win over the woman’s heart, no matter what it took.
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Winning over Sam was much more challenging than you initially thought it would be. Every time you visited Tara at her place, Sam wouldn’t even acknowledge you, and anytime you would try to talk to her, she would quickly dismiss you. But you were ever the persistent type, and you knew you would eventually wiggle your way into her heart.
It had been exactly four months since you met Tara, and the girl was planning a memorable evening for you two to celebrate the milestone in your friendship.
You approached her apartment door and knocked thrice. Within a few seconds, the door slowly opened and revealed a grumpy Sam. “What do you want?” The woman questioned while looking up and down, her eyes moving to your right hand, “Why do you have flowers?”
“These are for you, actually,” you replied with a smile as you handed Sam her flowers. Sam studied you before reaching out and accepting the flowers, “Thanks, I guess.”
Now, Sam would never admit this even if someone held a gun to her head, but the way she felt knowing that you had gotten her real flowers and not some cheap fake ones from the Dollar Store, it was different. No one had ever brought her flowers before, and especially not in a romantic way, if that’s the game you were playing at.
The Latina studied the flowers and couldn’t help but chuckle at them: lavenders and violets; how subtle you were.
“So,” you said with a cheesy smile, “I’m here to hang out with Tara.”
“Tara! Your weird friend is here!” Sam shouted into the apartment before walking into the living room, with you a few steps behind her.
‘Sweet, that’s exactly how I like to be announced,’ you thought while moving to sit on the couch. You silently watched as Sam walked into the kitchen and threw away the flowers, and it pained you to see the beautiful blooms go to waste.
A few seconds passed when an overly excited Tara came into the living room and jumped onto the couch right next to you.
“Alright, here’s the plan: we order pizza, watch a movie and make some cookies, and then drink wine and paint. Deal?” Tara asked with eagerness and a giant smile on her face. “Sounds like a deal,” you replied while matching her grin. “Good,” Tara exclaimed while jumping off the couch and hunting for her phone to call in the pizza.
When the pizza arrived, you and Tara ate at the kitchen table along with Sam and Quinn. Naturally, the dinner was a bit awkward, as Quinn kept on hitting on you, and Sam would glare at you. You weren’t going to lie; you enjoyed the redhead's attention and were more than eager to answer her questions about your hometown and what you were majoring in.
Once you four had finished the pizza off, Tara set up a movie in the living room while Quinn left to go meet up with one of her many gentlemen callers, leaving just you and Sam in the kitchen.
The Latina watched as you pulled out some cookie dough and began preparing. “You know, you could always help,” you said while turning on the oven and pulling out a baking pan, and cleaning it off.
“I’m good,” Sam dryly replied as she crossed her arms and continued watching you work. You felt uncomfortable with her eyes burning into the back of your skull, “Stop staring; you’re creepy as shit.”
Sam huffed at your words before letting out a sound that sounded like a slight chuckle. “You’re one to talk,” the woman retorted while watching you eat a raw cookie dough bite, “you know you can get salmonella and die from that, right?”
You lightly chuckled at Sam’s as you finished eating the cookie dough, “Then I will be the first person in the history of the world to die from salmonella.”
You ignored the quiet ‘thank god,’ Sam muttered under her breath as Tara entered the room. “How are the cookies coming?” The girl questioned while eating a raw piece of cookie dough as well. “There wouldn't be any if you two keep on eating them,” Sam stated as she pushed you away from the pan and set the pieces of cookie dough on it.
“Why did you do that? I am perfectly capable of setting them out myself,” you said while watching Sam finish placing the cookie dough on the pan. “Because you and Tara would just eat it all,” the older woman replied as she put the pan in the oven and closed the door.
“If you say so,” you retorted as you entered the living room with Tara. You sat on the couch first and allowed Tara to cuddle up next to you as she pressed play on the movie.
You two enjoyed the peaceful comfort that had fallen over you when Sam called out, “Cookies are done,” while walking into the living room. “Seriously, you two? Shrek?” Sam asked while she watched the screen. “Yes, Sam. Shrek is amazing,” Tara retorted as she pushed off you and practically flew into the kitchen.
You gave Sam a tight-lipped smile as you walked past her and ate some cookies with Tara. And soon enough, Sam joined you two in the kitchen.
The woman stared at you as you finished your cookie and walked toward you. “You have something on your lip,” Sam said as she reached out and gently wiped away a piece of chocolate from the corner of your lips. You felt your heart explode at the contact and your knees weaken; you thought you would surely die if Sam kept this up.
She let her thumb linger on your lips before gently swiping it across your bottom lip with a smirk on her own lips before walking off to her room. She didn’t know why she did it, but it stirred something in her as she watched your shocked expression and lustful eyes dance across her face.
“What the fuck was that?” Tara asked as she shoved you once Sam was out of earshot.
“Huh uh,” you replied with a love sock grin as you stared at the hallway Sam disappeared into. The more petite girl gave you a look of disgust before pulling you into the living room to drink and paint, but your mind kept on drifting back to the beautiful woman who hated you as you worked. And before you knew it, you had accidentally painted a picture of Sam. In the painting, she was leaning against a doorframe wearing a skin-tight gray long-sleeve shirt that highlighted her muscles with jeans. A casual outfit you had seen Sam wear numerous times, but she still looked breathtaking.
Her eyes amused you the most in the picture; even though it wasn’t a close-up painting, her dark eyes still seemed to pull you in, and you could faintly see the monster she hid behind them.
You fell head over heels for Sam Carpenter that night.
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Once every month, you would go over to Tara’s apartment for wine and painting, and it was probably the one night you looked forward to every month.
Not because you got an excuse to drink and stare lustfully at Tara’s controversial hot sister, but because you enjoyed creating the most horrific art pieces with the girl that no one should ever see.
“What the hell is that?” Tara drunkenly laughed one night after a few too many glasses of wine.
“I don’t know!” You said while watching Tara’s tone. You had created what was supposed to be your version of Sully from Monsters Inc but had made a giant blurb of blue and purple with the slightest resemblance to Ed Sheeran.
“Will you two keep it down?” Sam asked as she walked into the living room, wearing nothing but a bra and shorts.
You choked on your spit when you saw the woman and nearly fainted when a single drop of water ran down her defined abs.
“Sorry about that, Sam,” Tara replied with a drunken smile before returning to her painting, entirely ignorant of your lustful state.
One moment you were sitting next to Tara, and the next, you were in the kitchen next to Sam.
“Hey,” you husked out with a flirtatious smile and a nod as you leaned against the doorframe, trying your best to act sober and calm simultaneously.
“Hi,” Sam suspiciously replied as her eyes racked over your body and took in your drunken state.
“How you doin’?” You asked, and Sam couldn’t help but laugh at your shitty attempt to flirt with her.
“What do you want, Y/N?” Sam asked while getting out a bottle of water and facing you. You shrugged your shoulders as you pushed off the doorframe, “Would you like to come paint with us?”
At the mention of her sister joining in on the activity, Tara yelled from the living room, “Sam! Sammy! You have to come and paint with us!”
Sam sighed at her sister’s words before walking into her room, throwing on a random shirt and grudgingly sauntering into the living room and picking up a blank canvas as she sat beside you.
You three worked in silence as the soft sounds of Hozier filled the air. Sam would occasionally sneak a peek at your work, but you would always hide it. And when she finally got a good look at it, she wished she hadn’t seen it.
“Y/N. Why the fuck did you paint a naked lady?” Sam demanded as she stared at your artwork.
It was a sloppy picture of a woman wearing a white dress with one boob hanging out, and Sam had to admit, those had to be the biggest boobs she’s ever seen. The lady in the painting wore a faint black hat, and somehow, she looked familiar to Sam.
“Do not hate on my lovely wife, Samantha Carpenter. I shall have you know that Lady Dimitrescu is one of the finest women I have ever seen!” You defended while looking over at Sam’s artwork, “And what did you come up with?”
When you leaned over and saw what Sam had made, you couldn’t hide your disappointment. A frown pulled at your lips as you looked at a shitty painting of Sam stabbing you with a knife.
“It was a joke,” Sam whispered as her heart broke at your saddened expression. When she first started it, she felt good about it, and it made her happy. But now that she looked at your hallowed eyes and frowning lips, she wished she hadn't made it.
“No, it’s okay,” you replied as you cleared your throat and stood up, “Well, this has been fun, but I’m going to bed,” you finished as you walked off to Tara’s room and shut the door. You ignored the feeling of Sam’s eyes burning into your back.
“Way to go, Sam,” Tara scoffed as she stood up from the couch and went to her room to check on you. She knew of your feelings for Sam, and Tara tried her best to get her sister to warm up to you, but no matter how hard she worked, Sam refused to bridge.
But Tara didn’t know that Sam went to bed that night with regret plaguing her heart and mind as she went to sleep with the thought of you.
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After that awkward night, you stopped coming to the Carpenter’s apartment as much. At first, you would say that you would have homework to catch up on, which was true, but then after a while, you completely stopped coming over at all.
Of course, you would talk to Tara every day, but when she invited you over, you would miraculously have something else to do that prevented you from coming.
“It’s because of Sam, isn’t it?” Tara asked you. The two of you were back at another frat party for Miles, and you were enjoying a peaceful conversation outside when Tara finally asked the question that had been plaguing her mind for weeks. “Pshh, no,” you replied with a shrug.
“Y/N, stop lying to me; I know it’s because of that picture she made,” Tara stated as she stared up at you, “Sam didn’t mean it.”
You scoffed at your best friend’s words while rolling your eyes. “The fuck do you mean she didn’t mean it, Tara!” You exclaimed.
“I mean, she felt bad afterward.”
“Yeah, right. You’re just lying because you want me to come back over.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Tara replied with a smile.
You two continued your conversation while occasionally people-watching until it was time to leave. Sam had slowly started to loosen up with Tara, so she was letting her sister go out more as long as she was there to pick up the girl. “Alright, Sam is on her way,” Tara commented when she read a text. You nodded at the girl’s words and tried to hide that you didn’t want to see Sam.
You hadn’t talked to the woman since that night, and you didn’t want to. Even though you were hopelessly devoted to Sam, you were hurt by how she treated you. You had been nice to her, and she would reject all of it, and weirdly, it hurt you to see Sam push you away.
Tara picked up on your pondering thoughts and reached a hand out, and rubbed it up and down your bicep. “Y/N, Sam is a grumpy asshole who is overprotective; don’t take it personally,” Tara said while reaching up to pinch your cheek with a smile.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Sam said as she approached you two. You quickly slapped Tara’s hand away from your face before looking at Sam. You had missed the dark-eyed woman and were glad to see her again, but you were still upset with the woman.
“No, you’re good,” Tara replied as she started following Sam to her car with you beside her.
The walk back to the vehicle was peaceful and filled with small banter between you and Tara, while Sam kept quiet until you ran into a group of drunken girls.
You could tell that they meant trouble before you were anywhere near them. The group was small, only consisting of three girls, but you could tell they were trouble as they stared down Sam when they walked past.
Sam pulled Tara into her side as the group walked by, and the woman said nothing when one of the girls shoulder-checked her.
“Come on,” Sam whispered while pulling Tara closer to her. You sent the group of girls a glance while walking, and you noticed how they stopped and turned around, and began walking behind you and the sisters.
“Hey!” One of the girls called, and Sam didn’t have time to react when she turned to face the girl and had a red slushie thrown on her.
The girls called Sam anything from a murderer to a liar, even to a whore, but Sam continued walking with tears in her eyes. She could handle all of the conspiracy theorist nuts, but she couldn’t handle having Tara see how she was treated.
So, when one girl called Sam a murderer again, you turned around and threw a punch. The sound of bone crunching rang throughout the air when your fist made contact with the girl's nose and was followed up by the girl's cries.
“You need to get your psycho girlfriend in check, you fucking murderer,” another girl cried out as she checked on her friend. You chuckled at the girl’s words and were getting ready to retort when you received a punch from the third girl.
You stumbled backward into Sam, and to your surprise, she caught you and whispered a quiet “I got you,” while you steadied your feet. “Come on,” Tara said as she dragged you and Sam away from the group.
The three of you walked briskly to Sam’s car as blood poured from your nose. When you reached the car, Sam opened her glove box and handed you some tissues, which you graciously accepted. You sat in the back seat while Sam drove, and Tara tried to talk to you.
“Tara, I love you so much, but I am in so much pain right now,” you choked out as you pressed the tissues to your bloody nose. Tara didn’t want to be the one to tell you this, but your nose was definitely broken, and she was not going to be the one to put it back in place.
“How are you doing back there?” Sam asked while quickly glancing back at you. “My nose is in my brain!” You exaggerated while holding your nose, and Sam chuckled at your response as she continued driving.
When you got to the Carpenter apartment, the blood had stopped pouring out, and you were thanking the gods as it had completely covered the tissues in crimson blood along with your chin. “Sit on the couch; I’ll be right back,” Tara said as she pushed you and Sam onto the couch.
Tara disappeared into the bathroom and grabbed a first-aid kit before returning to the living room, and she laughed at the sight of you and her sister. The slushie on Sam’s shirt matched the blood that had dried on the tissues and stained your chin, and you both looked like you had gone through hell.
Tara moved the coffee table closer to you and started to work on cleaning it up when Sam stopped her. “I got her, Tara. Go to bed,” Sam softly spoke as she moved the first-aid kit closer to her. Tara gave her sister a questionable look before muttering, “Okay,” and walking off to her room.
You watched as Sam pulled out some alcohol wipes and gently cleaned up your nose, and you let out a slight hiss as the alcohol seeped into a cut on the bridge of your nose. “I’m sorry,” Sam apologized as she finished cleaning your nose, “It’s broken.”
“I know,” you groaned, and Sam lightly laughed at your response. “I can pop it back into place for you,” Sam offered.
“Hell no,” you replied, laughing, “I would need lidocaine with epinephrine injected into my nose and then lidocaine sprayed into my nose! Then you would need a device to basically reach my brain and put a shit ton of pressure on my nose with it and your fingers to fix it!”
“Well, I’ll take you to the ER tomorrow so we can get it fixed,” Sam asked as she got up from the couch and saw the backpack you had left over before you went to the frat party with Tara.
“Y/N, what’s this?” Sam asked as she moved your bag and pulled out a painting. You whipped your head around at the woman’s words and instantly stood up from the couch and moved to her side. “That’s nothing,” you quickly said as you tried to prevent Sam from looking at it, but it was too late.
When Sam picked up the painting, she felt her stomach do involuntary flips, and her breath hitched in her throat; it was a painting of her and not just a normal one. She noticed imperfections about her that you saw as perfect through the gentle brush strokes, and she felt herself fall for you.
“I’m not one of your French girls,” Sam joked as she set the painting back down, but you noticed the smile that threatened to appear and how her eyes bravely traveled to your lips before returning to your eyes. “Goodnight, Y/N,” Sam added as she gently placed a small kiss on your cheek before going to her room.
You had no idea how you did it, but you somehow managed to make Sam Carpenter fall for you and you could not wait to see where it would take you.
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Hi I’m new to your blog so I apologize if I requested anything wrong in this ask
Could I request a vox x reader where reader comes crying to vox and as he is trying to comfort her someone walks in which makes him switch up to kind and soft to mean and unfair towards reader at one point even pointing out her insecuritys on accident which makes reader cry more and kinda distance herself from him. How would vox feel and comfort ready after this?
Thanks and have An amazing day!
No no, it's ok! You'll find that I LOVE writing angst. It's honestly my area of expertise. And I LOVED this idea so much that when I was looking through my asks just now, I was like "Eh, lemme go to sleep" but I saw your ask and knew I could afford to sleep a bit later!
Anyway, mean Vox is very much real to me (mayhaps even canon)-
For extra angst, The one to walk in will be Valentino and some other Overlords (but mainly Valentino because I hate his goofy, bald ass).
Vox x fem!reader
Angst!!!
Warnings: Valentino (EWWWW)
"Roses are Made of Thons"
You felt distressed, only one person in this world could console you and you knew it. So you ran to his office and buried yourself in his chest. Your lover, Vox, held you close to him. He was caressing your face with gentle care. He was always so gentle and loving with you, so when he asked you what was wrong and you told him about your sorrows, you confided he’d keep to himself and help you.
“I… I tried my best, and I think I still look terrible! I mean, look at me… I just…” You sniffled, hiccupping from how desperate you were.
“Hey… hey… what did we say? I love you just the way you are. I think you’re cute, you don’t need to try to look good when you already look good.” He spoke, kissing your cheek.
“Really? Are you sure…? I just… I see all the models in your shows… and… I just…” You mumbled, tears threatening to stream down again.
“It’s just a show. And it's meant to appease those dirty fuckers who look like ugly fucking losers with absolutely zero contact with women. It’s not based on my standards…” He reassured you, kissing you again.
However, this would soon be gone, because the door to his office opened without a previous announcement, and storming in came Valentino along with some other overlords. “Ugh, Vox, I need you to settle something- Oh. Are you getting taken care of by your little putita?~” Valentino cooed at him, making fun of your relationship.
You knew he had a thing for Vox, and were very much aware he was salty that Vox had decided to be loyal to you. So it was obvious Valentino hated your guts despite you not really interacting with him.
“It’s nothing important, what do you need?” He smiled, wiping your tears and placing you on his lap. He held your head to his chest, trying to hide your lack of composure.
“Well, look, I had a few drug deals with these two, and I thought you’d paid them but- Vox… why is she moving like that?” Valentino paused, lowering his sunglasses and squinting at you attempting to see better.
“I already told you it was nothing. Are you gonna speak or not?” Vox scoffed, nudging you to stop it.
“She’s distracting me, Vox. Control your bitches or I’ll teach her how I control mine.” Valentino huffed, lighting his cigarette and rolling his eyes.
“Y/n, stop crying, I’m busy right now, go and cry somewhere else please.” Vox spoke, turning towards you, and pushing you off his lap. You tried to wipe your tears, but they kept rolling down your cheek.
Was this really what he was acting like right now? “V-vox but…”
“What is she even bitching about anyway? I bet it’s that outfit she had on. It’s not doing her any favors. I’d cry too if I was in that rag.” Valentino joked cruelly, the other overlords laughed… Vox did too.
“She’s just crying over her not looking good, cut her some slack!” Vox chuckled, and then he turned towards you. “Come on, I’ll get back to you once I’m done with this. Meet me in my room, sweetie.” Vox spoke casually, dismissing you completely.
You couldn’t believe it… he was just shoving you to the side. Giving you the cold shoulder over Valentino and the other overlords… He was making fun of you and even told them the one thing you told him not to say.
You felt hot tears roll down your cheek, and you ran out of the room. Ignoring Vox’s request to wait for him in his room. Matter of fact, you stayed in your own room for a couple of days, sulking, desiring to never see him again after what he’d done to you. You could hear him knock at your door, and try to make amends, but you simply couldn’t bring yourself to open the door.
After a few days, you finally decided to come out of your room. Vox had been watching your hallway’s cameras for the past few days, and the second he spotted you out, he zapped to where you were.
“Y/n! Please! Can we talk?” He asked as you turned away form him, still mad at him.
“Please, I know I acted like an asshole, but… I just… If I showed them a soft side they weren’t gonna take me seriously! My whole business is a fake image of myself! If I don't uphold it, I'm fucked! My whole empire falls apart!” He cried out, almost groveling at your feet.
“You… you didn't have to tell them that about me… what I was insecure about…” You mumbled, tears threatening to creep in again.
“I know! And… I… I’m sorry, I was a fucking idiot and I was just feeding Valentino’s little games. I’m way too used to it, but I… I need to work on it, just please… Please don’t leave me! I fucked up, ok? I’m human, please don’t leave me over something I regret doing!” He pleaded, walking closer to you and taking your hand. Begging you for forgiveness.
“I… I need a bit more time… but… I accept your apology…” You mumbled, looking away. “Don’t do that again…”
“I won’t, I promise! I’ll give you your time, just… please don’t cut me off… The days you didn't talk to me were miserable… Please… I can’t live without you…” He begged.
“I heard you the first time… I’ll text you, don’t worry…” You mumbled back, reentering your room.
It was sort of a win for Vox, but he’d gotten too carried away. He’d already made sure to cuss out Valentino for his behavior. But he really had to get his life together. He just knew that if he pulled another one like this, he’d lose her.
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if you’re still writing for GTA V could i request something where Trevor is dating a girl that’s younger than him/age gap and is in college, total opposite of him. but he is IN LOVE and he absolutely needs to just marry her, tie her down, etc.
i need you to know that age gap in college total opposite is me so this request made me very <3 it made me <3 trevor i love you.
i hope you enjoy!
Smarts? A schedule? A home that isn't a trailer? Someone who kind of knows what they're doing?
Trevor had never known these things before
You and Trevor met when he was in your college town for a job. He was being shitty about it, lingering around the college bars. He had to wear some snazzy outfit in order to fit undercover and he met you.
He was smitten. You were drinking something strong and he asked you to a drinking game. You were kind of drunk and he looked a little better hazy but you were more than happy to comply to a game.
You sweeped the floor with him.
He had never fallen in love so quickly
You both fell asleep on a bench outside. It was freezing when you woke up in the morning. You had lost your jacket. Trevor offered you his. After confirming the two of you didn't sleep together, the relationship was off.
All of your friends thought you were insane!
They met Trevor in passing (he was usually around, in your dorm even though he wasn't supposed to) (commuting with you even though he had no where to go) (always in college bars, bragging about his girlfriends grades)
"He's kind of old?" a friend noted. You were sitting with your computer out, typing furiously. You really had to finish this essay.
"He's got experience."
"He's bald?"
"Not quite."
"Doesn't he live in a trailer?" You peeked over your computer.
"He can budget. Also, the trailer is fun. When I've cleaned it."
"You're like a maid?" You scoffed.
"Trust me, I'm not a maid. We do lots of things other than cleaning."
the insinuation was fucking but you actually did a lot of things. His whole life of crime thing tended to bleed over to you when you came over. He often had a lot of money though which was a win. Tuition was expensive!
Your friends thought he was a sugar daddy. You didn't deny it?
Trevor liked spending all his time with you. He had never known something so special. He had never loved someone so much.
Obviously his next inclination was to tie you down! He wanted marriage! He wanted a honeymoon!
You were still in college, gathering your own personhood. Marriage is not something that was technically on your radar.
Trevor and you spent some time in a hotel (his treat) so you didn't have to hear your roommate complain. You had your head on his lap, looking eagerly at your computer. Homework. So much homework.
He brushed his hand through your hair.
"What are you writing about now?"
"Climate change."
"Is it changing? It was really hot outside today." You snorted, shaking your head. You shut your computer. You could finish it later.
"Just a bit. How is that thing we did last weekend?"
"Oh the Millers score? It's great. We can buy a house."
"But you're buying another hanger?"
"I like planes." You looked up at him, arching your back to do so.
"A house though...so much square feet. So many places to sit. And do other things."
It was defiantly a weird place to be at the college age. He could kill someone for you (he would. he has.) and he also had no idea what you were doing academically. You complained about shitty professors and he almost killed one of them (you explained that would be proactive)
He told everyone ever about you. He bragged about you to strangers. He told Ron. He told Michael.
No one believed him. Like literally...no one
Ron only believed him when he ran into you at the trailer once over a break
You were so kind (and younger and good looking and smart?). Ron didn't really understand the whole thing but when Trevor kissed you you looked so happy.
It may have been a random relationship but it worked so well for the two of you. Yes, it was kind of weird because you were constantly doing homework. He was in crime and made meth! Sometimes opposites attract.
"Are you going out out tonight?" Trevor asked, sitting in your dorms fire escape. Quick exit if he needed it.
"I have one of my 300 classes to study for."
"You should drop out."
"You paid my tuition for this quarter."
"And I am telling you to drop out." You rolled your eyes, looking at him through your lashes. He waited, eagerly. He was wearing some clothes you had gone out and bought together. If you could just convince him to change that haircut. "We should get matching tattoos."
"Trev."
"A heart with an arrow."
"Trev," you said, laughing gently. "I'm busy. Don't you have people to scam?" He took a step in through the window. He gestured outside into the night.
"I have the helicopter on the roof. I could teach you."
"Oh God, do you remember the last time you tired? I'm like..horrendously bad at helicoptering." You could fly the crop duster! But the helicopter had too many things to focus on.
"We can go to Paris." You shut your computer.
"You are gonna make me fail." He hit the window sill.
"I'll pay the tuition for next quarter too."
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𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 | lamine yamal
summary: lamine toys around with his girlfriend.
TODAY, WAS YOUR sister's 19th birthday. And as she should, and of course, she invited you to it.
your outfit:
You were doing your makeup, as your partner was preparing to go to practice. He looked at you, and smiled.
Lamine admired your pale blue dress, and the all the accessories such as the butterfly hair clip in it.
As you already know, the Moroccan is a bit mischievous. And you felt a pair of eyes staring at you, and next thing, you slightly jump and the lipstick got misplaced on your face. All Lamine did was smirk as you gently tap his cheek.
"Lamine... now I have to do my makeup all over again.." you say in a tsundere-ish tone. "So what? Aren't I allowed to jumpscare you a little?" he replies slyly.
"No.. Now dont you have training to get to?" you ask. His smile faded almost immediately.
"Shit.. I gotta go!" he says giving you a kiss, and his spit went into that kiss. He wipes it off which smudges your makeup even more. He did it on purpose.
"See you at the party later!" Lamine says, before getting out the door.
Wait what? What did he mean by 'See you at the party later' ? You didn't think much of it, before getting your makeup kit and repairing the smudged parts.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ✧˚.༘⋆
After getting out the car, you look at your sister's house, it. Was. Lit. You could even see some people standing outside the house, that's how lit it really was.
You walking in through the front door to see tons of people in there. A lot of ballons, the music was blasting, and vice versa. Then you go to the backyard and yeah, pretty much the same, but with some people in the pool.
Excited, you search around your sister, and you find her, she looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a tiara, a black dress along with some jewelry and black gloves to finish it off. You go up to her and she sees you.
(I'm just going to use Sira as an example of your sister's name)
Sira runs up to you, enveloping you in a warn, loving hug. "Hey, I'm glad you made hermana!" she says, very happy to see you.
I mean, Sira went out of Barcelona to fulfill her acting dreams and hadn't seen you in about 3 years. So she was. ECSTATIC.
"So, how has acting been for you?" you ask smiling. "Its been good. I'm just excited you're here." Sira replies. She moves her head a bit and sees your partner going in.
"Hey Y/N.. What's your boyfriend here for?" she asks. You turn around and your eyes widen. Lamine comes in and starts talking with the boys there.
"Uhh Sira.. I'm just going to Lamine. Is that okay?" you ask, a bit stressed. "Sure. I don't mind!" Sira replies. You slowly run towards Lamine and luckily, you didn't trip because of your Converses.
When you get to Lamine, you rapidly tap his shoulder. And he turns around. "Amor.. What the fuck are you doing here??"
"Oh, we got off training early and your sister's boyfriend,also known as my teammate, let me come." he smiles and slightly shifts so you could see him.
"Hey, what's good Y/N?" he begins. You smile and look at him closely, then you realize that it was Alejandro Balde, Barça's left back. "Hey, you're Alejandro Balde right?" you question.
"Yep, that's me. And by the way, I'm your sister's boyfriend." Alejandro smiles. "Thats cool dude. How long have you and Sira been dating?"
"Oh, it's been about two weeks. We met on Instagram and we liked eachother ever since." Alejandro replies. Next thing you knew, you found yourself having a conversation between Lamine and Alejandro, your new friend.
Ale looks around and sees the people gathering around. "Oh guys, we're about to go sing happy birthday now." Alejandro says, as he gets up from the sofa and goes in the garden. You and Lamine join him and walk towards the garden, hand in hand.
(I'm lazy asf so skip)
You look at the cake you were eating and you were stewing a little. It did feel a little stuffy in there so you wanted to take a breather. You go outside and sit on the porch, looking at the night sky.
The door opens and Lamine goes outside aswell and sits next to you. "Why did you just walk out like that?" Lamine asks.
"It was a little hard to breathe in there, and it was really chaotic." you reply. In return, Lamine pulls you close and puts an arm around you.
"I get you. It kinda was crowded." "Thanks." you say, and give him a kiss on the cheek. This moment was the best, just you, Lamine, and the, dark, night sky.
"Hey, remember when we got our first tattoos?" you ask, breaking the silence. "Yeah, that was actually pretty cool. I used to think if you get a tattoo, you're putting scribble scrabble on yourself." Lamine laughs.
You look down and your arm, and the ink it has. It was Lamine's debut date for Barcelona, you practically had to get that on you. Meanwhile his tattoo is of your name and birthday, so he had two.
"The tattoo thing was a really good idea Y/N." "I know." you responded as you, shift closer to Lamine and just, be there. For him.
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I just want to be some guy
As a trans man, I don’t really feel like I belong anywhere in the lgbt+ community because I’ll never be attractive to anyone (which is why I ID as queer but even then I feel outcast) and it…. it really hurts sometimes. I’m simultaneously too masculine and not masculine enough.
in the men who are attracted to men spaces, most people when they see me think I’m a twink because of being short/small and/or for being trans/nonbinary. They think I’m hairless, feminine, boyish, submissive, etc. I’m…. at this point in my life I am really really not. Testosterone has made me male and everything that entails. I’ve gained (healthy! good for me!) weight and my stomach sticks out, I’m covered in body hair, I am partway to balding. All the things that are conventionally unattractive about men. All the things that are demonized in trans men. I’m too masculine to fit their idea of a nonbinary person. But masculine in “the wrong way”. I have to either be muscular/fit or small and hairless to be wanted here. I don’t even count as a bear, you’d probably just call my shape a “dad bod”. This isn’t just some vague feeling I get in these spaces- people have legit said to me “oh I love twinks” or “oh I love femboys” and I have to awkwardly explain that no I’m not one actually. I’m not what they want me to be. And I’m really tired of people placing that expectation on me- that I’m a slender hairless twink who is submissive and likes bottoming. Just because I’m small and/or trans. so gross.
and then in the women who are attracted to men spaces well… they’d never look twice at me. I’m short and not at all muscular/toned/fit. Again, I have gained weight, am hairy, and halfway to bald. Bedsides not being conventionally attractive- they usually want a man who can “provide”. I am disabled and can’t work. I can’t drive. I can’t give them flowers or pick them up for a date. I can’t be any of the things they’re looking for in a partner. Being disabled makes me seen as “less than”. Being dependent on other people is a trait that is endlessly mocked in men. I’m not masculine enough.
so where the fuck does that leave me? I’m not even going to talk about how being aromantic in queer spaces alienates me further. I love testosterone, I love what it’s done for me and how I feel healthier on it. But like. fuck. I don’t feel like I’m ever going to be attractive to anyone. I never get to feel pretty or handsome. I never get to feel happy about my appearance anymore and that makes me so sad. I used to derive so much joy from picking out outfits and accessorizing and applying glittery make up. I’m too sick to leave the house ever so I don’t do those things anymore, besides the fact that I *can’t* present feminine anymore without risking my safety. People would assume I’m a trans woman and act accordingly because they see a man attempting to be feminine. I am fully man and fully nonbinary, but I never get to exist as both at the same time. I can’t be feminine without people invalidating/forgetting my manhood. I can’t be masculine without people invalidating/forgetting my nonbinary-ness. I’m too masculine for nonbinary spaces and too nonbinary for masculine spaces. I just…….. I get incredibly sad about this.
And people generally don’t care??? the sentiment seems to be that trans men who are masculine, who pass, who are stealth, etc don’t belong in the lgbt+ community, shouldn’t be in lgbt+ or queer spaces. They’re not wanted there because of being masculine. These spaces are only for “non-men”. But the second you talk about your struggles as a trans man as a reason for why you should be included, you get pegged as an owo twink femboy to most people. It’s always one or the other (demonized or infantilized) and I’m really fucking sick of it. It hurts. I just want to be some guy.
#transmisandry#transandrophobia#trans masc#nonbinary#trans male#transgender#disability#fey talks#idk how to tag this at all#i hope this will resonate with some people#i've completely given up dating at this point although i dont want to#i just dont have the energy to sift through 99% of the people who want nothing to do with someone like me#I dont feel like I have any community at this point in time even in online spaces#i dont feel like I fit in anywhere and it is incredibly isolating#i wish i could see myself as handsome or attractive in any capacity#can we please stop shaming men for being bald and hairy#can we please stop infantilizing disabled men#can we please stop calling all trans men twinks or femboys solely bc they are trans#sometimes i want to stop T just to be accepted again#but i cant i need the T for my health issues#does being both man and nonbinary at the same time make me multigender?
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Batmarch: The Secret Origin of Batman's Trophys (Comission for WeirdKev27)
Hello all you happy people and welcome back to Batmarch, or celebrations of all things that go bump in the dark knight
Today we've got a special treat... and i'm not just talking the nice art Kev had comissioned! Looks really good and I really appcirated it. Thank you KEv and thank you Alan Patreon. It was a nice suprise gift.
As for what this is about, this was a fantastic idea Kev cooked up: the batcave is one of the coolest hero bases in all of fiction. The layout is never 100% consitant across media but your usually guaranteed a batmobile, a big ass computer at the center, water falls, and over time a display for various costumes from past sidekicks, alternate outfits etc.
What really spruces the place up are three distinct decorations that we almost always see in the comics and ocasionally in other media, if not live action since these bitches would be expensive to make: A giant dinosaur, a big ole penny, and a giant playing card of a joker. These three are staples of the bat cave, to the point when the original was caved in during the earthquakes that ravaged gotham in the build up to no man's land, Bruce made a point of fishing them out for the new cave he built after that traumatic year.
Yet most of us.... have no idea where he got these wonderful toys. Even I didn't. The Joker Card comes from an obvious grinning source, but what CASE did it come from? Where did he get that dinosaur? What was someone using that giant Penny for? It's a question i've asked once or twice but never looked into.
Kevin did though, and while the through and lovely DC wiki helped him find each one, he went the extra mile, asking for a review. And I was entirely on board with this comission as I just.. never had those answers and I doubt i'm the only one whose wondered what the context for these things were. So today we're looking at three disntinct golden age batman stories, at a time when goofy nonsense reigned supreme, logic was optional, and weird shit like this was just another day in the batcave. IN other words, this is going to be a LOT of fun so join me under the cut as we look at gambling themed death traps, penny obessed gangsters and batman being hunted by the most dangerous game: mechanical dinosaurs.
The Giant Joker Playing Card:
(from Batman #44)
I love these old titles, such flair and cheese. It's incredible.
Anyways this one starts because Joker decides to hit an off the books casnio after his win. Luckily for them, he just wants to play which feels entirely like a joker move: instead of robbing an easy target that can't call the cops and that the mafia presumibly running it would be stupid to retaliate on, he decides "fuck it let's try this whole gambling thing men, sounds like a hoot and a half".
And sure enough.. it goes really well. He spends what's implied to be the whole night just winning and winning until he cleans house. This being the joker this gambling bug can only end one way
I just.. love everything about this. Joker just had fun at a casnio and turned it into a death trap. It's such a brilliant setup.. and one that while nicely goofy, is also well done: it fits the joker's unpredictablity to just go a gamblin and it fits him just as much to turn a new hobby into a death trap. I also love Lewis' reaction calling it SUPERGAMBLING., like he's some gambling expert and most dangerous game shit is a type of gambling.. which given we're in the dc universe, you probably DO need a name for this kind of thing in the crime world.
So he set shte perfect trap: he has a random balding middle aged man tell the two he has info on a recent raidum theft, raidum a hospital badly needs. To save the presumed orphans about to die without eating their radium, Batman and Robin go to a sketchy island with one house perched on a hill
The World's Greatest Detective.. sees NOTHING wrong with this and goes ahead and gets caught in the most devious trap imaginable.
Several head injuries later, our heroes wake and joker reveals the radium theives, who he captured for this scheme but have kept the radium's location to themselves. This is by deisgn: the joker wants the two and their "radium screts" as the ante here, along with Robin to make sure Batman does this. Batman repedately states "I don't gamble' as if logic suddenly works on the clown man who set up a gambling death trap, so Joker reveals if Batman won't play his three supergambling games, he'll just kill the hostages. Batman reluctantly agrees,
Game 1 is super pinball.
But when Batman proves to be an expert at the snes Joker goes with plan b.. his giant pinball table of death. Sorry his giant SUPER pinball table of death.
As you can see the same joker face from the card is here and you see it all over his lable. it seemed to be Joker's logo back the. I love this whole setup and mostly show it not only because it' sdope but because those pins must've been what bumpers were. I also had no idea PInball used to be a gambling thing. Makes sense, it's just fun to find out.
The game goes well mostly though one of the guys nearly slams into a pin. Thankfully Robin is an expert gymnist and batman smartly saved laucnhing robin till the last minute and Dick's able to save the goon.
Game two is super rolling some dice, which apparently used to land on numbers. This yugioh style death game involves our bait being tied to polls on three of the numbers. If Batman guesses wrong, someone dies. Or maybe not since the board is pretty damn big. Not every death trap can be super murder pinball. Batman spots some mud on the dice though and correctly guesses they'll pivot. This is the weakest of the death traps here, a bit convolunted, not really guranteed to be as deadly. I know the chance of nothing happening is part of it.. but with pinball there's really almost no chance you won't hit the bumpers. Here it feels like pure luck or simple cheating that both dice flew at the joker.
Next game and the one that introduces our prop, though the dice apparently are also in the cave sometimes which I love. The game is a game of cards.. batman has to correctly guess which face matches the door Robin and the hostage goons are in or they'll choke to death on the deadly gas released inside.. and naturally he figures out it's the Joker card. It's too joker not to work.
Turns out though, naturally the joker isn't playing fair both having a final one on one game ofr him and Batman and having his goon go to get robin behind the joker card door... and Robin dispatches him hilaroiusly and awesomely
With that the hostages are free and the final death game begins. A giant super roulette wheel with both batman and joker getting in a slot. looser gets crushed alive. It's an awesome finale, and it fits joker to put himself at risk: after all he risks his life all the time why wouldn't he for such a fun gag?
Batman's able to get the wheel to turn fairly and then escape it, leading to a chase. THe Radium Theives agree to give themselves and the radium up but there's still the matter of the joker and we get a short but neat final chase as Joker uses the dice against the heroes then jumps off a cliff, gambling his life one last time.. and rightfully batman isn't betting on the joker having died.
Gamble With Doom is an excellent story. While the trophy we get out of it is only in it briefly the story itself is pure fun. It has some fun dated elements like Bruce's opinon gambling is EVILLLL and the old fashioned designs on the traps, but it's pure fun. The traps are clever, the tension palpable and the climax great. The gambling motif's really fit the joker and it adds up to an all time great joker story with a suprise impact. The Trophy Itslef. is barely in it but Robin DID break a guy's face with it so i'll say it was still cave worthy.
(From World's Finest #30)
The Penny Plunderer is a name I had heard but had no real context for. I assumed he was some goofy silver age villian with pennies for eyes who drove around chucking pennies at everyone.
I am an artiste.
Instead it's just a guy in a suit. He has the backstory of any good golden or silver age villian to justify his gimmick
I love.. everything about this backstory. It reads like if a writer was given the thought exercise "Make the pettiest batman villian origin you can find.". I mean other villians gimmicks make sense: Poison Ivy was a botonist, Mr Freeze had a horrible accident, the penguin was born looking like a penguin with a lot of money, the Joker fell into a vat of chemicals and came out a clwon, the riddler liked puzzles.
Here Joe just... got screwed over by pennies a lot. Even funnier is that the last one has nothing to do with pennies. Like.. even if it'd had nickels he'd still be arrested.
So Joe vows since pennies runied his life, he'l lbecome the penny! Sadly this does not mean him dressing up like a giant penny with a cane and top hat.. nad now I can't show you it that last drawing put me too far behind and... oh fuck it.
Instead he just wears a suit but makes his gimmick pennies. Commit to the bit man. I do get it as some golden age villians were just guy in a suit, even Joker and Penguin technically counts but one is a clown and the other is a rich penguin man. They have mor ethan just "suit and a vendetta against pennies that somehowturns into stockholm syndrome.
So the penny plunderer begins his reign of terror, setting up a penny arcade as a front, and cashing in a roll of pennies in the most diabolical scheme ever devised by man.
A true criminal mastermind.
Batman picks up on this pattern because it's what he does and finds his next case, a coin and stamp exibiton with a rare one cent stamp. It's here we meet the reason we're here: the giant penny!
Yeah to my shock the penny had NOTHING to do with the penny plunderer other than being at the site of one of his robberies. He prefered just.. chucking pennies at people.. which is awesome and a truly great tactic only topped by Batman's use of said giant penny
I adore the fact that this iconic artifact is there not because it was seized from the villians or a police options.. but because, presumibly, Bruce thought this penny he found was kick ass and bought it off it's actual owner.
Most of the theives escape but they find one willing to squeal. Unfortunatley he dies for his hubris
Yup bet you weren't expecting the penny guy to kill someone and to see his corpse weren't you but here you are. Also batman is apparently a cop now. George Lopez tried to warn us...
But we didn't listen! We didn't listen!
A fight breaks out at the gambling parlour and we get two of the best moments in batman history that much like the blue beetle film, ar ehighly underated.
I just.. I get the sense that is how batman ALWAYS plays pinball. Just judo kicks it every time even as bruce wayne. Both bruce wayne and batman have been banned from so many arcades.. often the same ones. Perks of having a secret identity. We then get coyne once again THROWING pennies at someone and it working. I don't know why he hasn't been brought back with the telkeentic ability to contorl pennies. Give him a copper helmet and a proper costume and oh dammit..
Then Joe knocks batman out iwth his one weakness: a roll of pennies. He's trapped them in the parlor for your standard batman death trap, having removed their belts and ripped out the phone lines as usual. He then throws them a few pennies when then prove to be a mistake as it's time for SCIENCE WITH DR. BATMAN, who uses one old penny, copper, and one new penny, zinc to make a battery. Good thing jimmy didn't wish it away THIS week.
The cops arrive to free one of hteir own and batman finds a clue once the parlor is cleared of gas. Turns out Coyne was catering a penny slot party for a rich billinoare's houseboat, and naturally their filled with gas. I swear it's always gas with these golden age villians. Get another knockout device fellas.
With that our final chase enses as Batman and robin chase Coyne and while he nearly bests them with a good game of 1940's donkey kong
He's foiled by his own gimmick: he has only pennies but the pay telephone.. dosen't.. take 5 seperate pennies for some reason? the hell? I get payphones not taking pennies once they went up to a quarter but come the fuck on 1940's payed telephones. he's foiled.. and sentenced to death.
Yes folks that's the cannoical till some lucky fellow brings him back fate of the penny plunderer: PUT TO DEATH.
This story is as you can tell nonsense that's only gotten more hilarious with the passage of time and I loved every page on it and on getting the panels for this review, I only found MORE hilaroius nonsense to laugh at. We have a story where a guy with a penny gimmick smacks batman with a roll of pennies, trips robin with more, kills a man without pennies, is foiled by pennies yet somehow dosen't actually use the giant penny that's the only reason people know he exists. It's beautiful bollocks and worth your time.
(From Batman #35)
As I hope you are, this issue had me hooked from the first panel: Batman vs dinosaurs being forced to fashion a bow and arrow for some reason. Yes... fuck. Yes. Also nice of bruce to eat Ollie's lunch.
Okay so this story starts, as many real life stories do, with a billionare having a zany idea; Mr. Hart is a man who puts on shows: ice follies, aqua carnival, 40's razzle dazzle type stuff. For his latest idea though he's going above and beyond: a DINOSAUR ISLAND. With mechancail dinosaurs and cavemen who throw giant sponges at you. Thankfully spongebob wasn't born yet but his great great grandpappys quarepants did the honors. Honorable old fool.
To ramp up the insanity, Mr Hart is inviting a club of big game hunters to eat mammoth steak with batman.
If that weren't enough, and in any other golden age story it might be... our heroes get CHALLENGED at dinner by one of the rich assholes. Yeah turns out rich assholes who hunt innocent animals for sport and eat reheated mammoth aren't the most stable indviduals and Mr. Breech scoofs at the fact Mr. Hart says Man is the most dangerous game. He's hunted man, they went down like cowards. COWARDS. He feels Batman couldn't hut a dinosaur without his gadgets, and certainly not his bare hands... even though as this issue with prove and has already shown early man had tools.
To prove his point he challenges batman to a fucking challenge: survive on Dinosaur Island: no utility belt, no vehicles. If the dinosaurs touch him he looses. Mr Breech will man the controls. Honestly i'm convinced Breech knew hart well enough to know he'd both agree to this for the publiclity and why he'd invite batman and robin and just wants to play iwth giant mechanical dinosaurs and also batman. Which granted if I were invited to this sort of thing i'd also want to chase batman with mechanical dinosaurs for fun, who wouldn't, so I totally get it and respect the game.
Hart is on board, offering 5000 to the winner's charity and Batman is like "Why the bat-fuck not. Let's go".
Now you might suspect Breech's real motive is trying to kill batman. I mean you have a setup where batman will be without his weapons, the plausable deniablity of a machine malfunction and a secluded island with 24 hours to kill the batman. And you'd shockingly be wrong. Breech really just wants to prove dinosaurs are the most dangerous game so when that Jurassic Park he's working on opens no one will object to him hunting them for sport.
But his plans are foiled by Chase, anothe rich knob who wants to kill batman and robin to, as he says later form a "crime combine". So he wants a bunch of middle aged guys drinking beers to yell at him for not training the joker on tackling well enough. I see.. well played.
So the game is afoot and our heroes take a bit to catch up, first brushing off a real rock among the sponge rocks as a mistake. Theis ends when a Triceratops to trismash them into a tree. Batman calls for a war council on a nearbye island but naturally THAT'S NO ISLAND
Batman fought a mechanical fucking seamonster. That.. that's cannon. To almost every batman timeline. God bless you Golden Age, god, bless, youuuu. Also i'd be stupid if I didn't say that Tally Ho, Batman! is one of the greatest phrases in batman history up there with "I Am the night" , "I'm batman" and "Something something joker's boner".
So now the games for their lives, Batman and Robin don't have to play fair and start fashioning bows, arrows and knives out of mechanical dinosaur bones. You know.. sometimes this job can be draining: 2-3 reviews a week, many a plan having to be delayed due to a review taking longer than expected.. but then you get a review where Batman and robin have to outrun a manical billinoare who hyjacked dinosaurs from a diffrnet billionare who was having a charity dinosaur hunt with batman and robin using a third billionare's dinosaur, while fashoining weapons from mechanical dinosaur corpses and fashion a kite from a mechanical ptreadon and remember why you love reviewing stuff so mucH: sharinng a good story with the world and finding a good one or two yourself while your at it. And thanks to Kev i've found three truly wonderful, truly bonkers batman stories, with this one being the easy winner. It's both a decent enough concept for the time and hilariously insane.
And I ddin't make up the kite thing: when, after a night of survivial, Robin brings up the batplane, Batman has an idea: since the flying dinosaurs are on a programmed pattren rather than directly controled, they can use them to make themselves a kite yor style.
So to win the day Batman has a plan: he uses himself as bait since Robin's the more agile of the two, and has robin CATAPULT HIMSELF into the air after chase, who is riding on t-rex back with an army of dinosaurs.. and how does he defeat chase' smighty dino army?
It's both genuinely clever and wonderfully bonkers: Robin defeats an evil billionare RIDING a mechanical t-rex.. with water balloons.
Also props to this story: in the previous two the trophy was impressive.. but it was taken from what felt like a minor point in the story: the card flip game was fun as was batman slammin ga door on a guy, but it's sandwitched between far more elaborate death traps, while the penny, again awesome, wasn't even something the penny plunderer used. Batman just bought it off some offscreen character to relive fond memoreies of crushign some crimianls alive with it. Here the main villian ROAD IN on the thing. Granted he still had to likely buy it off his actual owner, but this time at least a criminal actually used it as a murder weapon. I can see Batman wanting this thing for his cave.
Batman chases chase over the now still dinosaurs and punches the guy out. With this Batman's saved the day AND won the bet. 5000 for batmobiles for kids, donate your batmobile today!
As for chase...
With that our story and this trilogy comes to an end.. and as I said, it's great. check out all three of these issues their a lot of fun. Next time dc puts some up for sale I may have to get some 40's batman, this stuff is golden.
Thanks for reading
To conclude batman month: Wait'll you get a load of this
#batman#robin#bruce wayne#dick grayson#the joker#golden age#1940s#penny plunderer#dinosaur#dinosaurs#comics#dc comics
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Still Amazed
First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU
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lilnasx: so y/ninsta you just out here stealing my wigs?
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claybornharlow: no lies detected
jackharlow: CLAYYYYYY!
claybornharlow: only reason why I say this is because you would act slow as hell around y/n I guess because you were nervous. she probably thought something was wrong with your ass at one point 😂🤣
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shloob_: jackharlow we know but you acted as if she was about to disappear into thin air like damn take a picture, it lasts longer
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y/ninsta: clayborn, if you say what I think you’re about to say, I will be on a plane so fast to choke you. idc if you’re my favorite Harlow child or not
jackharlow: y/ninsta HEY!
claybornharlow: y/ninsta the secret is safe with me and jackharlow stop hatin because your wife loves me more than she loves you
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urbanwyatt: y/ninsta what?
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urbanwyatt: y/ninsta only me and saweetie hold the title of your best friends so it could have only been one of us
saweetie: y/ninsta knows I’m only a part-time thot
jackharlow: saweetie what the hell is a part-time thot 😕
saweetie: jackharlow I only do thot activities part-time duh!
jackharlow: saweetie like 2 days out of the week?
saweetie: jackharlow more like half of each month
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lilnasx: who? druski2funny? he’s only concerned about the mac and cheese he missed last time. not the best choice
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urbanwyatt: jackharlow I don’t believe her
jackharlow: urbanwyatt me either
dualipa: jackharlow just one question
jackharlow: dualipa what?
dualipa: jackharlow does y/ninsta like it better when you eat her out from the front or the back?
urbanwyatt: and there it is lol
jackharlow: dualipa GET YOUR ASS OUTTA HERE NEOW AND SECURITY WILL BE WAITING ON YOU AT THE DOOR
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✎ JUST ROLL WITH IT; RIPTIDE SENTENCE STARTERS.
✎ a collection of dialogue prompts from the dnd podcast / series just roll with it!
"i only know fish jokes, i don't think they're going to land."
"dude, this is literally scarier for me than dying."
"this is a strange conversation to have."
"get off the floor, i was joking."
"you know what my strategy is? whenever you lose, double your bet."
"i'm entering the tournament tomorrow."
"so you better kill me now if you want a chance."
"nature is beautiful."
"don't touch me."
"yeah, that's right, baby! i'm built different!"
"grab my hand — do you trust me?"
"it's been an honour."
"no wonder everyone i've ever loved has left. i wouldn't wanna live in my shadow either."
"nice outfit, [name], did your husband buy it for you? if so, that's great!"
"don't make me bald!"
"okay, but what happened to [name]? i'm worried about them. they're my sweet summer child."
"should we stop them?"
"i don't know why i was expecting something a little more sarcastic."
"it's a pun, [name], fuck you."
"so, um, how do you get out of one of these marriages?"
"can't you see your heart is made of stone?"
"i'll.. what? what's a lion?"
"you can't live your life inside a fantasy."
"i don't see the point of this misery."
"now there's no escaping what you did to me."
"what are you going to do when the weight of the world comes crashing down on you?"
"i'm the champion."
"shit, what's a cat?"
"your heart has been misled."
"i know that you think it was meant to be so go on pretending."
"that hole in your heart will lead to the end of you."
"[name], that's a cat."
"it meant nothing to me."
"i don't believe that."
"i'm up! i'm up! what happend?"
"you're the only sane person on this entire ship."
"i love you, [name]."
"all i wanna know is what you're doing here."
"hey, freakshow! you're not going anywhere!"
"it's been an honour."
"it's asking if i'm in danger."
"don't fucking talk to them like that."
"i'm the champion."
"good luck with that one, guys, i've already left."
"you got anything to drink?"
"it's called heroism. or to some, violent crime."
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MESSY. Leon X reader fanfiction.
TW - Noncon, kidnapping, knife play, murder.
About -
You go to the bar alone, Leon's your overprotective boyfriend. Unfortunately you end up with a mouth full of cock from four strangers so Leon has to step in.
You were always a girl who turned heads, whenever you stepped into a room. But that was just along with the perk of having an agent boyfriend, lucky lucky girl. Stunning body, cute face, great personality. And the perfect partner to go with it, man you had it ALL, money, some sort of fame, and love. Only down side was that Leon never and I mean NEVER let you go places alone, geez dude I'm a grown woman and I can't even drive myself to the club? But his protective behavior was kind of cute so I always just let it slide, didn't matter just meant I could show off to all those creeps I'm taken. Which seemed to happen a lot, Leon sits in the back of the bar, I'm up at the front just trying to make talk with my girls until a fat bald man starts trying to flirt with me, they all looked the same. Middle aged unfit unkempt gross probably married men hitting on a girl half his age, honestly it was more pathetic then anything. Plus nothing interesting ever happened, Leon would come up behind me give me a kiss on my neck and give the creep a look and they would leave. Ugh same old story each time, honestly it was getting BORING I love drama and this shit just happens, feels like they don't even want me if they're gonna give up THAT easily..
But that's all besides the point, men in bars are gross creepy pedos, not that I was underage but it just feels creepy when a 50 year old is trying to fuck a 21 year old? Y'know? Just gives me the ick, but this all kinda seemed to fucken change one day. " Leon pleasee- just let me go- no com'on I'll be good- no seriously I can handle myself." I begged Leon to just let me get wasted at my favorite bar alone, I don't know what I'm even thinking honestly I'm just bored and don't want him to be around, don't get me wrong I love love LOVE Leon just sometimes a girls GOTTA be alone? "Hun- no. Ah don't look at me like that- okay- yeah, mhm. Sure. Fine, just- be back soon? Mhm?" He finally says those heavenly words "Sure" it was like a choir of angels started fucking singing, god touched you, the most wonderful word ever fuckin created. A dream that finally came true "AHH THANK YOU !!" I scream out in excitement hugging him tightly, Leon's like 5'11. I'm 5'2, so it's a bit awkward trying to hug him but we make it work? Kinda? Either way it doesn't matter I get to go out alone today!! I put on just a basic outfit, didn't really feel like I was in the mood to get harassed, just a simple black oversized hoodie, obviously from Leon, duh. And a white skirt you could barely see from underneath, giving myself a pat on the back got that one, it was cute, and comfy.
I get into my Tesla, Leon FINALLY bought it, well for himself more but the details don't matter, all that does is I'm driving ALONE. Feeling like a kid on Christmas morning when they see those dinky presents left by "Santa", god the adrenaline.
Carefully pulling out of the driveway and to my favorite place 'jédem lè démen' sounds dumb as fuck but they served cheap shots and played decent music, all that really matters in a drinking place. But damn it was a far drive, almost 40 minutes just to get to one shitty place. But normally it was always worth the time it took, I mean at least I don't have to listen to Leon or anyone else talk, just put on the radio and listen to Brittany Speers what else could a girl want?
"FINALLY" after what felt like YEARS I finally made it, the dim lights , flashing open sign. And random homeless man OD'ing in the corner, a girls dream place. Walking up to open the stained door, the yellowish light now beaming over you feels just like home walking up to sit at the BEST place, also known as the place no one sits cause it's weird. Dead in the center at the bar, there was normally at least a 3 chair gap between you, as it should be honestly. I don't want a greasy old geezer to be rubbing up against me, makes me wanna vomit. "Can I get a bloody Marry?" I ask the bar tender, the place seemed pretty empty only a few people in booths jeez it was like someone told everyone 'AGENT LEON KENNEDYS FUTURE WIFE WILL BE COMING TO THIS SHITHOLE, UNLESS YOU WANT YOUR TEETH KICKED IN DONT COME' I mean not that Leon would actually ever hurt someone, he was a dick but not evil? "Here, $3.23." the bartender handed me, ah yes the holy grail of drinks, cheap ass medicore alcohol. "Hey there cutely" EW, what? I feel a hot breath on my neck, turning my head slightly and looking at the werido, yeah pretty much what I expect, oily gross middle aged men. Hitting on ME. Really thought this wouldn't happen this time but here we are, "I'm not interested sorry" I say passive aggressively, ugh all I want is ONE night in peace. The ugly pig doesn't leave after that though, "awe com'on sweet heart? I could make you feel real good hunny " he says getting a little close to comfort, I grit my teeth. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? "I have a boyfriend, go get your dick wet somewhere else" Yeesh that could've gotten me killed but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do-? After all that I feel like it's over, I mean no one in the bar noticed what was going on so-? "Whatever" he says walking away, just as I thought, man it's a miracle at this point. I get back to drinking away that scenario for another 40 or so minutes, damn it's late I gotta get goin before Leon starts spam callin me..
I pay my tab and walk out, the cold air hitting my face, it was winter but I wasn't exactly dressed for that. The flickering light from the post, cool breeze running down my legs, cold as fuck, just my luck it seems. Out the corner of my eye I see the pig, not really suspicious I mean a lot of people were calling it a night who was I to judge Mr pedo for going to bed at midnight? "Awe bunny you're already going?" The man says, I can see him walking towards me, it looked like he had a few of his other ugly friends with him. They made a fucken club it seems, loser incel annonams.
"I already said I'm not interested" I say trying to plator on a fake ass smile looking over at the virgin corner. "Well you see short stuff, I don't fucken care? Y'know, so how about we make this nice and easy, me and my guys take you back to my place. No pain, just get in our car and we'll give you the night of your life and tomorrow morning you can go run to your little boyfriends, hm?" He says grinning, walking closer towards me, ew. "In your fucking dream." I say walking away, they didn't have to balls to actually grab me, right? I start walking towards MY car, honestly as fast as I can without running. Till I feel a hand grab my wrist, "mmmm, now what did I say? You're either leaving here was us willingly or we'll have to use some extra measures" one the guys says, a shiver goes up my arm, as I try to pull away. "I don't care just let me go- please - no I don't want to go with you, fuck LET ME GO-" I blabber out as the put my arms behind my back, before putting a ball gag in my mouth and dragging me to their car, shoving me in the trunk. They duck tape my arms and legs together, damn strong fucking adhesive for some spur of the moment kidnaping, I'm kicking and screaming trying to get out, it's crammed, there's a pipe and some pliars behind me, the fuck are they gonna do with a metal pipe? That's so random.
They drove for awhile, I'm not the strongest but I managed to get to tape off my wrists, tears rolling down my face, I didn't have my phone with me I left it in the car. Fucking idiot you are, after a while the car finally stopped. You heard the doors open, as they busted open the truck, you saw the entrance to a beaten down house. Overgrown plants and moldy looking wood, just your luck, poor creeps had to kidnap and rape you. Lucky fucking girl, they grab me out, putting a knife to my throat genstering for me to get walkin inside, I don't have much of a choice given at any second my throat could be slit so I just do what they say. Leon's otta find me, right? He always told me if god forbid I ever got in scenario where I was taken without him to just do what they said and pay attention to every detail, he always talked to me like a dog. they shove me Into the house, locking the door and one of the men grabbed me and held me from my back. Preventing my arms from moving, "such a cute fucking girl, what's your name love?" The virgin leader says to me, grabbing my chin "none of your fucking business." I say trying to pull my face away, there were 4 people, well less people more dogs. Animals. disgusting little things, he slaps my face, hard. I flinch a little, tears falling from my eyes, one of the other men taking a knife cutting my shirt off, my tits popping out. They start roughing me up, the man from behind starts moving his hand towards my cunt, goin real slow, "please - no - STOP" I shout squirming away, trying to push my arms out of the position they were in, they throw me onto my stomage, hitting the floor, my legs are still tied as I can't move, I hear them unzip their pants, Jesus this is actually happening, this is happening and I can't do anything. "Fuck man, we got so lucky. A nice little Whore all to ourselves." One man says, ripping off my pretty little white skirt, leaving me in my panties and lacy white bra, I feel a pressure be put on my back so I can't move, then a little poke, like a needle "what- ah- what the fuck is that -??" I frantically spit out before feeling my body get heavy, "a little relaxer, can't have you runnin on us?" Leader guy says, flipping me to my back, showing my laced white panties with a bow, cute little lacy white matching bra, almost as if you were dressed an angel, cute isn't it. You couldn't move, felt like dead weight but you were conscience the man from before cuts off your Bra, dragging the knife over your stomage, pushing just hard enough to draw a little bit of blood, you wanna scream but you can't. They untie your legs, the leader man pulls out his hard on, blood running down your stomage the man with a knife cuts off your pretty panties, each man spits on your pussy. Before leader virgin rams into you, hard, rough. I can't scream, just watch and cry, my voice feels to weak, just a silent cry, as the knife man continues cutting me with shallow strikes, the others sit on the couch and jack off to me, the first man finishes inside me, before spreading my legs farther and hitting my swollen pussy, like a fucking pig. Blood dripping from my chest and arms, cum falling out my cunt, I don't remember anything else, just pain. I started to fade out of reality once they brought the pipe out.
I woke up the next day dumped infront of the bar from last night, I remembered everything but at the same time fuck all?
I see the still fresh cuts over my body, they put a white t shirt over me, didn't bother giving me new panties it seems. I shakily walk towards my car, surprisingly it's still there. The bar Is closed, and the sun is rising. A part of me felt like I should go to the police but something was telling me to just drive to Leon. He was safer.
After a horrible 45 minute drive, of me crying my eyes out and whining. I get to our home, parking the car and shakily walking inside where I see Leon sitting on the couch drinking.. tea? What the fuck is going on, "you're finally home." He says in a stern voice before glancing over at me, it takes him a few seconds to process what he's seeing, face going from slightly irratied to shock. Blood stained shirt, and bruises EVERWHERE, "l-leon.." I say in my still shaky voice before stumbling towards him falling into his chest tears staining his black shirt, "what the fuck happened? Who did this? What??" He says holding me, "these ... Guys grabbed me, mm." I quitely say into his chest, grabbing at his shoulders. A complete personality shift when your scared with Leon, you could feel him let go of you. "Did they take you somewhere?" He asks pulling me away from his tits, "yeah" I mumble quitely, "where?" He asks still looking down at me. "630 Connie street W. Moldy house with overgrown plants- I paid attention to the setting like you told me" you say slightly smiling, face still tear stained but hey you were kinda proud of yourself.
"Go a shower, I'll be back later. I know it's scary, but trust me." He says placing me on the cushion next to him, before standing up, giving me a kiss on the head and walking out. Getting into the car and driving off, the fuck was he gonna do? Surely couldn't be that bad but really what was he thinking? You watch him drive off and he wasnt back for another 4 hours.
In that time I already showered, got new clothes, and by that I mean putting another one of Leon's shirts on and a pair of shorts. I was sitting on the couch watching true crime, when the door opens and I see Leon, holding four guys who looked bloody "these the guys?" He says looking towards me. My face drops, "yeah-?" I say after a few seconds, looking at Leon manhandling these massive guys. Jesus Christ, it was a sight to see, he shoots them in the head, one at a time. Then grabs their lifeless corpse and throwing them in his trunk. Driving for another hour and coming back.
When he came back he had a little heart cake a my melody plushie.
"I love you" he says handing you the items hugging you. "Love you too"
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Ted Lasso 3x06 Thoughts
First off, I stayed up way too late to watch this for someone with places to be in the morning but wtv 🤷♀️
Am I going to watch it again later? Yes, it’s just that good.
MEGA SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT, I PROMISE
First off, staying in the houseboat of a strange man in a strange country is wildly unsafe, but that’s Rebecca’s (bad) choice to make. Also, did the psychic not say something about drowning or swimming or something???
He seems nice and all but me, personally, I would not spare a second thought for a bald man with a foot fetish. But I mean, get it queen.
Keeley and Jack seem to be actually fleshing out a relationship and I’m very excited to see how it goes. Especially with Roy and even Jamie
Higgins’ marriage could never have problems wbk, but I must admit I was a tad bit concerned with all his talk of the red-light district.
If I was Will Kitman and upon being told I was going to “become a man” an entire team of people said “nah” I’d enter my villain era. But again, get it king. (I love that he told his mother about having a/getting invited to a threesome. I like to think he had one but that’s just me.)
This episode turned me into a Roy/Jamie liker. I’m sorry, there’s no hope for me now, they’ve given me too many gay people and I no longer know how to behave.
In all seriousness, James Tartt Sr. Better sleep with both eyes open cause when I find him... oh boy.
Also Jamie teaching Roy how to ride a bike made me cackle
Only my favourite himbos would spend their entire time in Amsterdam trying to agree on something to do in Amsterdam. And I absolutely adore the fact that a bunch of grown men decided the best course of action was to have a pillow fight.
Ted wandering around Amsterdam under the general impression that he’s just done drugs, only to wind up at the Van Gogh Museum, have a meaningful conversation about sunflowers, go to an American restaurant, hallucinate Nate Shelley as a cowboy (which was a jumpscare btw), hallucinate some more about triangles , then suddenly be a football coach genius was everything I didn’t know I needed.
Last but not least, the crème de la crème, the Colin and Trent plot line.
As much as I loved Trent’s outfit, I think he needs a stylist cause 🧍♀️
The sheer amount of times i’ve recited “I know, I’ve known for months, I haven’t told anyone, I must have a reason for that mustn’t I?” is crazy. (I wrote the word ‘must’ in class today and sent myself off again)
Also, the fucking (silent) scream I scrumpt!!!
Good day to be a Queer Trent Crimm Truther I must say
When I tell you I had to pause and walk around my room to prevent myself from screeching
Also, I would like to know what Trent’s plan was exactly cause he decided “Yeah! I’ll follow Colin to a gay bar and come up behind him! He’ll love and appreciate that!”
Colin’s spiel made me cry ngl
Richmond singing on a bus!!! Life is good! Great even!
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Pretty Woman Attoye AU (pt ✌🏽)
NSFW MDNI 18+
Hope everyone enjoys and if you want to be tagged in future parts or works lmk in the comments ❤️
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“Not possible.”
“Well why not Attuma?”
“We broke up yesterday. I’ll just have to go alone is all.”
Attuma sandwiched his phone between his ear and shoulder as he tucked his dress shirt into his pants.
“No no. That’s not good. Look, you gotta keep up some sort of appearance with this guy. I know some girls, I can set you up.” Namora spoke on the other line, already going into her phone.
“Namora all the girls you know are lesbians.”
“Not true..and I’ll prove it.”
“No need,” he shifted his view in the bathroom mirror to Okoye blowing bubbles in the tub, Rihanna blasting in her headphones. “I’ll figure something out.”
He hung up the phone, setting it down and securing the cufflinks to his sleeves.
“What are you willing to dooo?” Okoye smiled at him as she sang. “Ohh tell me what you’re willing to- Kiss it, kiss it better baby!”
She shouted and Attuma broke his stoic expression. His eyes softening as he smiled. Okoye giggled, blowing some bubbles in his direction as he turned to face her, leaning against the sink.
“Come in with me…water is still warm.” She lifted her legs, spreading them to hang over either side of the tub. “And look at that. There’s room.”
Attuma shook his head as he approached the freestanding tub. “No thank you. I’ve had my fill.”
“Oh please. You’ll never get enough of me.”
With a roll of his eyes, he ignored her sentiment. “When you’re finished, I ordered breakfast and we have something to discuss.”
“Another deal?” Okoye lit up and Attuma nodded.
“Meet me in the dining room.”
“Yes sir.” She mimicked a salute that made him chuckle as he exited the room.
———
Should she take the wig off? Let him see her under the layers? Or was it too personal?
Okoye stood picking at the hair, a wet wavy look that covered the tattoos on her bald head.
“What the fuck am I thinking about?” She scoffed, letting the hair fall down to her ass. “Ain’t coming out no way.”
When she entered the dining room, he was on the phone again, mumbling about some make or break deal.
In front of him was a plate barely touched. Was he waiting for her?
“We’ll talk about it when I get there. Goodbye.” He tossed the phone down, clearly agitated and trying not to let it burst.
“Work?”
“Mhmm.”
“Need a reliever?”
Attuma turned his head to take her in. She looked so soft, out of her element. He almost wanted to lean in a peck her lips to break his mind.
“No. Come sit. I didn’t know what you liked so I ordered everything.”
“Such a gentleman.” Okoye took a seat in front of a plate of bacon and eggs.
“Wait til you hear what I have to offer you. Stay the week.”
Maybe she still had some soap lodged in her ears. Maybe a piece of cotton from the Q-tip she cleaned them out with.
“Excuse me?”
“I have some business ventures this week. I’ll need someone to keep me company.” Attuma took a sip of coffee out of his mug as Okoye sat in shock.
Finally, he had rendered that sassy mouth of hers speechless. She stumbled for words in her brain. He wanted to keep her in this hotel and make her his escort for the week.
“Just until Sunday-“
“6000 dollars.” She blurted, clapping a hand over her mouth afterwards like she couldn’t believe such an amount had left her lips.
Attuma found her cost adorable. “4000.” He challenged anyway, a smirk adorning his features
“5500!” She shouted again with a squeal.
“Deal.” He held his hand out for her to take.
Okoye’s jaw dropped and her fork dropped from her hand. “Holy shit! Are you fucking crazy?!”
Attuma laughed heartily at her reaction as she sat stunned. “I’ll give you my card before I go. I want you to go shopping. Buy a dress for dinner tonight and then outfits for the week.”
“Shut the fuck up! No! This is outrage and I don’t want to hear it!” Okoye yelled with a smile on her face. Anyone outside the room would’ve thought she was pissed. Really she was ecstatic and this was her way of showing it.
“Well don’t make me beg you.” Attuma teased her as he stood from the table and went to retrieve his wallet.
———
Out of place wasn’t even at the surface of what she felt. Cheap, slutty, ashamed. Those were probably her top three.
“Ko-Ko, be honest. What did you expect?”
“I don’t know. I was hoping I’d come back with at least one thing you know but those bitches just shut me out! Wouldn’t even acknowledge the black card in my hand.”
Nakia sucked her teeth as she painted her nails carefully, blowing on the blue paint lightly. “Ain’t you ever hear of online shopping?”
“No girl. I need something within like 4 hours. Amazon don’t work that fast.”
The soft click of the door opening and then shutting caught her attention. “He’s here. I’ll talk to you later.”
She hung up the phone and sat up against the pillows, putting on her best pout and crossing her arms over her chest.
He turned the corner of the room, shedding his jacket. “You went shopping?”
“Well… not really.”
“What do you mean not really? Why do you look like someone stomped your puppy?”
Okoye sucked her teeth as his brows furrowed. Again, the gap between them slapped him upside his head as a sense came to him. He climbed onto the bed, taking one of her hands in his and fiddling with her fingers.
“What did they do?” He spoke softer, pressing his hand against hers in effort to compare them. She snatched her hand back with a scoff.
“Practically called me a gold digging whore. I’ve never had someone look at me so worthlessly before. It was sickening. I hated it.”
Attuma’s expression didn’t falter as her anger brewed up again. When she noticed he wasn’t reacting, she only grew more pissed.
“Are you even fucking listening?!”
“I’m thinking, sweetheart. Give me a minute.”
The pet name fell from him so easily, Okoye almost missed it. Sweetheart huh?
“They were mean to me, daddy.” She nuzzled into his neck, her hand traveling to tug at his belt and palm him through his pants. “They wouldn’t even give me a chance.”
“Stop.” He pushed her hands away. “That’s not needed. I’ll take you shopping regardless.”
———
By the end of the day, Okoye was drowning in bags. She bought everything the shop had to offer and almost maxed Attuma’s card out in the process.
“My feet ache.” She whined, flopping onto the couch cushion and kicking off her heels. People from the hotel continued to bring her bags into the room as she rested.
“No. Get up. We don’t have the time for you to slouch and complain.”
Attuma picked her up bridal style and carried her to the dining room. He set her down at the table clear of everything but a silverware set up.
“Oh come onnn. I’m sleepy, Attuma!”
“You don’t have time to be sleepy. Now let’s review what I showed you.” The man gestured to the set up.
Okoye didn’t move a muscle, allowing her eyes to close and her head to lull with sleep. Attuma sucked his teeth, gripping her chin up softly.
“If this is going to work. If you’re going to get paid, you have to cooperate with me. Do you understand me?”
“I’m your escort. Not your puppet.” She slapped his hand away with scowl.
Attuma looked her over, stubborn and tense. The door to the room clicked shut behind the last worker. “Need a motivator?”
“What could you pos-“ Her words caught in her throat as he started to tug his belt loose and undo his pants.
“Get up, slide your panties off, hold your skirt up.”
Okoye followed his instructions as his erection sprung free from its confines. Attuma sat in the chair she previously did and motioned her to come to him.
“Bend over.” He held her hips as she pressed her body to the table, excitement coursing through her veins and straight to her pussy.
Attuma spread her ass apart, getting a clear view of her waiting cunt. Next thing she registered was the glob of spit he was smearing against her and pushing into her walls.
“Ooh!” She squealed. “What are you doing?!”
“Shut up and come sit.” His hands guided her back up and sat her down on his cock slowly.
The stretch was nearly painful and she couldn’t help but wail at the burn.
“W-wait! Attuma!” She whined as he continued sliding into her.
“You don’t want to learn on your own….gotta give you a reason to. Shit, Ko relax a little bit.”
“You’re the one with your dick shoved up with no prep!”
“You’re awake though aren’t you.”
She couldn’t deny that nor could she deny how good it felt when she adjusted to his size and he started to move inside of her.
A soft clapping sound filled the area as Okoye slumped over to grip the table, the glass clattering together as it creaked.
Attuma tried his best to pace himself but fuck she felt so good. Nice, warm, and when he would hit her a little to the right, she was spasming around him so hard, he almost came inside.
Suddenly, it hit him. The condoms. He was free of one.
“A-attuma…” She whined and it snapped him out of his thoughts. “So big…”
“Mhmm..feel that?” He mumbled against her back, kissing the skin exposed from her top. “Too bad…You won’t cum.”
He stopped rutting his hips and Okoye let out another wail.
“Don’t do this to me, daddy please…”
Attuma grunted, snaking a hand up her back and into her hair, pulling it back so she rested against him.
“Where’s the dinner fork?”
“Are you shitting me?! Ooh!” Okoye yelled as he sent a striking slap to her clit and a soothing kiss to her neck.
This man. This man was an animal.
“You don’t get them right. You don’t get to finish. Now show me where it is.” He thrusted up to punctuate his miniature speech.
Okoye reached a hand out, grazing the right fork. She was rewarded with low growl in her ear as he resumed his pace.
“Good girl..” Attuma lifted her hips, slamming them down at an angle to hit her spot right on the mark.
“Keep going…” He grunted. “Salad fork.”
Okoye went forward, bracing herself against the table as she grabbed the damned thing.
“Mhm. That’s it…” He slowed his pace again, rolling his hips against her ass as he attempted to stave off his own climax. “Good fucking girl.”
“Daddy…” She whined, resting her forehead against the fabric on the table. The knot in her stomach was tightening at an almost concerning rate and she was afraid she’d burst any minute.
But she wanted to be good. Didn’t want to embarrass him at dinner after all.
“I-I know baby. I feel it too. One more thing alright?”
“O-okay..”
“Don’t wear any panties.”
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