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toobz-drawz · 1 year

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Wanted For Dead

Ace Frehley x Reader

Warnings: You do die at the end of this because I’m not making a cliff hanger again, alien sex, Ace has a alien dick wowzer, Dom/sub???, also blood but not much gore.

Summary: You’ve been on the run from Ace who happens to be a bounty hunter wanting to acquire the cash prize for you dead, yet things go not according to plan.

Additional Information: This is of the many fanfics I’m about to crank out according to the poll I did a few weeks ago, yes, I’ll get to the many KISS members who have 0 fanfics so you don’t feel like no one cares enough to make anything on them. (Please don’t be afraid to ask me about imagines or prompts you want me to do of said character.)

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I’ve been on the run for what seems like forever.

I haven’t spent a second resting, that only makes me lazy and slow. I won’t spend a moment not running from him..Oh lord, he’s had me on the edge of my seat ever since our first encounter. Every corner or turn I take has my heart pounding, wondering if he’s near, ready to blow my brains out and serve me to the man who personally paid to kill me on a silver fucking platter.

I mean all I did was just break a few couple of guys’ hearts, and took their precious family jewels and money with me.

I didn’t think I would be wanted for dead just for that! I kept a gun on my side just In case I did have to face him or anyone else who wanted that chase prize one on one. I hid my face with a red bandanna and cowboy hat so no one could see my full face, except the eyes that would pierce your soul. I rode on my horse day in and day out, and I was just fine with that, if I got around living this life I’d be fine with that too. Forgot to mention that I May-haps killed a few men too back in the day, leaving them with only a red stained kiss mark on their cheek so they’d know who killed them.

That was until one day I got a bit sloppy, my feet were killing me and I needed a second to settle down somewhere for a drink or two. I was in a small town, and luckily there was a saloon. I walked in, made my way to the counter, and ordered myself a beer. My throat was killing me, I had ran out of water in my canteen a while ago, and desperately needed to fill up before taking my leave to the next town.

One drink turned into two and two became twice as many bottles of liquor that I would have liked. My head rested on the cool counter, head fuzzy and liquor running down my chin. Glasses surrounded me, a glass half empty of booze was in my hand.

As I said, I got lazy and you know what happens now to people who get lazy.

The door to the saloon opened, you could hear loud foot steps behind me. The person who just walked in sat beside me, I felt their eyes digging a whole into my skull, so I lifted my head up from off of the counter and looked at who had joined me other than the drunks in the background making a bunch of ruckus. My vision was hazy, I couldn’t make out the figure, until my brain started to focus on things. I blinked a couple of times to make sure I wasn’t seeing things, and it wasn’t just the alcohol taking effect on my vision. The man sitting next to me had a blue tint to his skin, dark blue blotches scattered across his skin, and his face was covered in some kind of marking..? Although the only thing that had me almost spit out my liquor was the makeup and lipstick on his face, no man who stepped foot in a small town or any town Frank would want to be cat called by the drunks and asked if they wanted to sleep with them cause the man looked girly enough to be called such vile things.

He wore skin tight black clothing, with a silver belt and a weird triangular piece that covered his chest. I almost started bursting out laughing at the guy because of his attire, it looked to ridiculous, I mean how could anyone take this guy seriously!

His yellow bright eyes dug holes into my forehead, he looked as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t spit it out immediately, so I was the first to break the silence between us. “How about you take a picture it’ll last longer”. I spat out in slurs. He looked disgusted, seeing me in such a state. It only took me a few seconds before realizing that his gun was pressed up against my forehead. “Woah there, don’t get too ahead of yourself. Hey, aren’t you the one I’m running from?” I had no clue what I was saying, the words just kind of fell from out of my mouth. I pushed the gun away from my forehead, so I could sit up and not have my spine screaming at me from the awful position I had been sitting in. “Well sweetheart…” The way he said the words sweetheart just fell out so smoothly against his tongue, and don’t get me started on his accent too..I repeated the word many times, before having to knock myself out of the state I was in to focus on what the man had to say.

“How about we just go outside and get this over with shall we? I mean it’s only fair that you get to see the stars one final time before I blow your brains out from the crimes that you have committed.” He said smooth and simple, letting me have an option that no other bounty hunter would let me have. I smiled at the man who still held me at gun point, which was odd for me— well, for anyone to do really! Especially at a time where I’m so close to death. Yet I’ve been waiting for someone to put me out of my misery. “I’d like that, thank you..Although I do have one last wish to make, I still have one final heart to break before I would like to go.” I took a swig of the booze that was in my firm grip. He’d flipped his gun, sliding it back into his holster. He seemed unamused with anything that had been going on at the moment, not giving a care in the world at all that he was about to kill a woman as if he had done it one too many times to give a damn. A mission is a mission and he wouldn’t stop for a second depending on the gender or race. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to break yours in the gutter as my final wish.” He took the words I had said to him a back, he looked shocked to say the least, watching his expression on his face change and his pupils grow small. “Excuse me?” He asked, confused if he heard what I said correctly, questioning if it was just the alcohol making me talk or if it was the honest to god truth. “You heard what I said, I don’t need to repeat myself do I?” We sat there in silence, staring into one another’s eyes, before he took a deep breath and exhaled out loud. He turned himself around, hopping off of his seat, making his way to the front, then signaling to me to follow him and that’s just what I did. I followed him outside to the side of the saloon.

The night sky was so bright, the stars lit up the sky, making it seemed so peaceful outside.

He pulled me by my blouse before slamming me into the brick wall, “Better make this quick, because I have a whole lot of other people next on my list so don’t feel so special now all of a sudden, got it?” I swallowed hard, nodding in response.

He ripped my bandanna off, while his other hand grabbed a hold of my jaw, forcing me to open my jaw wide open, just for him to shove the dirty ol’ thing into my mouth so I’d be quiet. Wouldn’t want anybody to get suspicious and see the two of us getting down at ass crack of midnight. “Don’t make a sound for me, alright pretty girl?” I nodded, with that said, his needy hands grabbed a hold of my hips, running his hands up and down my curves, stopping them at my ass. He’d lift me up, supporting some of my weight against the wall, as if it was second nature to me I wrapped my legs around his skinny hips. My hands would find their way to his neck and hair, his hair surprisingly felt so soft, shame I’d ruffle it up and get it tangled in my grasp in the end.

It wouldn’t be long until he quit being so soft with my body and started to do a damn thing. His hands would start to unbutton my blouse, hastily trying to expose my body to him so he could get a burning image of me stuck in his head forever. Once the blasted thing was off, and the cold had hit my body faster than his eyes could settle on my tear drop breasts, luckily for him I didn’t wear bras, so he got a good look of the pretty girls without no further conflict, he attacked them almost immediately. His lips connected itself to one of my nipples, his hand grabbed onto the other breast that was left all alone and started fiddling with the bud, his digits felt so rough against my skin, but yet made my nipples rock hard. His actions made me squirm and whine in his grasp. His gaze shot up to my face, seeing me so vulnerable and soft just made him feel more In control of me than he already was. The man I once ran from, scared out of my wits to face, littered my chest in bruises and bites, only making me beg for more of this torture but sadly was muffled due to the bandanna. My legs squeezed his hips, as I make a failed attempt to rub my clothed crotch against his, trying to relieve the now pent up pleasure. I wanted desperately for him to come and scratch me. He could see how pained I was, and felt the same way in the moment. Removing his head from my chest, while his hands started to remove the bottom half of his outfit that hugged his skin so tight that you could see every single detail and curve of his body. He pulled out his half hardened cock from out of its confinements. I looked down in between us to see how big he was at the moment and I swore to god I thought I was going to be seeing more than just the stars after he was done with me from just the guess of his length, I couldn’t make out too much due to it being so dark outside. “Too eager are we? You don’t even have you pants pulled down and you want me to fuck you till you’re too drunk on my cock to say anything.” He put me down, I made do with my pants and pulled them down all the way, pulling them off my feet, just before getting my body tangled with his again. His hands held my thighs, face now stuffed in between my neck and shoulder, with heavy breathing fanning against my skin. Show you how pent up he really was. At first I didn’t notice his unusual dick that was laying on the inside of my thigh, it appeared skinny at the tip and big at the base with a bumpy pattern on the bottom side of his shaft. I’d take any dick but his was unusual, it didn’t surprise me at this point cause this man was full of surprises and looked of it too.

My head laid against the cold brick wall, my gaze fixated on the night sky, while the man who still had no name to his face proceeded to put my soaking wet underwear to the side, running a finger in between my folds, gathering up my slick juices. His digits ran past my aching clit, and I swear to god I could already see my vision go blurry just by him giving my clit just a bit of attention it ached so badly for.

I decided to get brave finally, by removing my hand from his hair, grabbing a hold of his jaw and forcing him to look me dead in the eye, before spitting out my bandanna which hit his face. “You listen here bounty hunter…I’m giving you the count of 3 to start fucking me or so god help me because If you haven’t already noticed I don’t like to be gentle or slow in this particular situation…” His yellow eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky, blinking at you for a couple of moments, then suddenly attacking your neck, biting as hard into your skin— just enough to break the skin and make you bleed. This action made you gasp, the first noise he heard escape from your lips and it made me want to hear more from you. You let go of his jaw, grabbing on tightly to his shoulders, you let your head fall to the side for him to get a better angle as he littered your neck too. You’d hear him muffle a name, confused you pull yourself away from him and look at him. “My name is Ace..” He spoke softly, suddenly out of no where he slams himself inside of you, knocking the wind out of your breath as you try your hardest to scream out in pain as you feel him fill you up to the brim, stretching your insides as much as they could possibly go, feeling the stinging pain that jolted throughout your body in waves. Ace let you take a moment to get used to his length.

Your pussy hugged his dick so tightly, spasming around his length, hungry for more action than just this. Ace pinned you against the wall, digging his finger tips into your skin, leaving crescent marking on your soft skin, as he started to fuck you at such a brutal pace. You wish you hadn’t spat out that bandanna right about now. You had covered your mouth with your hand, digging your nails into your cheeks, as you let your noises pour from out of your mouth muffled. His length slid past your gummy walls, making such vile noises, as he pounded you firmly against the wall. It felt like his dick was wiggling from inside of your pussy as if it had a mind of its own, the tip found the spots inside of you that made you squeal from such pleasure. “You’ll be the death of me when I’m finished with you, god why do I have to kill someone so pretty like you..?” Aces mouth started to run, too busy fucking you inside and out to realize what he was saying was too out of character for him. I bounced up and down his cock whenever it got a chance to, making me seem too desperate for him. I ripped my hand away from my face, my palm was covered in drool as well as my chin. “I need you to cum inside of me— please, that’s all I ask for mon amor..” I spoke out in between moans. His pace started to get sloppy, I could tell he was as close as I was. Ace wasn’t even pulling out anymore, he’d pull only the slightest out before pounding back into my pussy as if I was a drug to him he wanted desperately to get so high on that he’d do anything for just to get his hands on.

Not much longer after that, he hit a spot inside of me, that had me throwing my head back against the brick wall and moaning out his name, before cumming all over his cock. My eyes rolled into the back of my skull, as he fucked me through my high. “Fuck— fuck, fuck, I’m close..” he warned me. Wrapping his arms around my bottom half of my torso, thrusting into me one last time, before he too came tumbling down and cumming as hard and as deep inside of me as he could.

We took time to exchange eye contact and heavy panting. He pulled out of me, leaving me with sticky thighs. Ace started to pull himself together, putting his clothing back in its rightful place, waiting for me to pull my pants back up so people wouldn’t find me naked and dead in the gutter.

I pulled my pants up, stuffed my bandanna in my pocket, huffing out loud in defeat. I held my hands behind my head, walking to the front of the saloon, and head up to the sky. I heard the sound of Ace pulled out his gun from out of his holster, just imagining how he looked aiming the gun to the point he had a clear shot of my head.

The stars took my focus off of the blow that hit my skull with so my force the next seconds all I could see was pure black.

Ace blew at his guns smoke, not looking at my dead body on the ground that was painting the dirt and dust a deep red color, and got onto his horse that was not too far from the saloon, now riding off into the night to seek his well deserved cash prize.

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katierosedreams2 · 9 months

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Barbie doll

“You have to go see the Barbie movie with me!” Kiara commanded me. “Kiara, do I really have to? I don’t want to see that movie, there isn’t something else I could do instead?” I whined. “No! You lost the bet fair and square! Brianna was going to see it with me but she can't now, so you have to go instead. Plus you two are the same size, so you can wear her super cute outfit!” Kiara smiled. She knew I’d be upset that she’d make me do that.

“What!? No way! I’m not wearing girls clothes!” I desperately tried to stand my ground. But we’ve been friends for a long time, and I already knew how this was going to go. The three of us have been friends since second grade when I moved into their neighborhood. They were the only two other kids on the whole block. So, even though they were girls, us three became best friends. I didn’t exactly grow up like most boys, it was just me and my mom, and she had to work a lot. So I spent most of my time home from school being watched by either Kiara’s or Brianna’s moms. They used to make me play dress up and dolls with them all the time. We watched only girly movies and played with makeup, stuff like that.

The other boys in school and I just never got along. I just didn’t have anything in common with them. I had just grown up being surrounded by girls and girly stuff that all the silly guy matcho crap just didn’t interest me. I didn’t play football or baseball, instead I danced! Ballet, classical, hip-hop, cheer, and recently I’ve even started learning pole dancing too. Kiara and Brianna’s moms both co-owned a dance studio together. I was either there, or at their houses every day, so naturally I learned to dance. I have always been rather small for a boy, and now, even at 18, I was only 5’4” and 103 pounds. I’m pretty skinny and lean. I was never big enough to really be a dance partner for one of the girls, so I had to join them in their dances. Sometimes I was even the girl dance part for some of the guys, so embarrassing!

But that’s just how my life went. I was surrounded by girls, and only ever seemed to be considered one of them. I do like girls just to be clear, but none of them have ever seemed to like me. They just always see me as a great friend, like one of the girls. It’s been bad enough that I look like one. I really do! I’ve had plenty of time to think about it. Every Halloween, the girls make me join them in a group costume, always in some girls costume. No one has ever noticed I’m a boy. Not even when we got older and Halloween had just become going to someone’s party. Everyone from school just thought I was some girl Kiara and Brianna knew. I have a cute little button noise, a round soft face, large pouty lips. Slim shoulders with large hips and a very skinny waist. I have almost no muscle tone, and can’t seem to build any. It probably doesn’t help that I have long blond hair either. I really was a very feminine looking male.

This didn’t bother me too much, strangely. I found that girls were always very kind and accepting of me. But they never seemed to be interested in me romantically. But recently I met this girl, Willow, at my community college I just started at. She is incredible! I’ve never had a crush on a girl like this before. And she actually seemed kind of interested in me. She’s even flirted with me a few times! It’s the first time a girl has ever actually flirted with me.

I told the girls about her and they all seemed so happy that some girl liked me! She had previously attended a high school near by and they actually both know her from some of their competitive cheer team friends who also went to that school. She was on their school cheer team.

She’s a tall beautiful woman. She’s kind of a stunning, dark, mysterious type. As if preppy girly girl met goth girl. She’s incredibly pretty, the type of girl that every single guy would fantasise about! She has the body of a super model. She’s at least 5’9” flat foot, so I didn’t expect her to have any interest in a short, feminine looking guy like me.

She and I have been talking these past few weeks on Instagram and I know she follows the girls there too. I also know that Kiara will post a photo, as she always does. And I’ve been trying to seem more manly recently, and this would really ruin my chances with Willow. “Listen Bailey, you lost our bet. The looser does whatever the winner decides. Now you have to go and you have to wear Brianna’s cute little outfit. Deal with it!” Kiara, having no tolerance for my complaining, trusted a bag at me.

I reluctantly took it, “fine. Just please don’t post it on Insta.” I was hoping I could just keep this from Willow. “Are you kidding me! That’s the whole point! If it’s not for the gram, why would we do it? Just go put it on, and I’ll put mine on, then we’ll do your makeup!” She said and she pushed me into her bathroom. Closing the door behind me cutting off any way to plead more. I sighed and looked in the bag, pulling out a cute, light pink halter top that said “Barbie” across the chest. Next, a light pink sparkly vinyl pleated skirt that was very short. And a pair of white panties. This was far from my first time wearing girls clothes, but I was going to try my best to make this my last.

I undressed and slipped the panties up my smooth legs. I never did grow any body hair, some kind of hormone imbalance. The doctor said I wasn’t to worry about. I slipped them over my perky girly butt, round and toned from all the dancing I do. The thong slipped between my cheeks. I’d never say it out loud, but I didn’t hate the way a thong felt. It did feel kind of "sexy". I am very small up front too. I was only about two inches, and I wasn’t really a grower, two and one eighth inches. I measured once. My testicles weren’t very big either. It all fit with room to spare in the small girls panties.

Next I slipped on the top. My flat chest and slim shoulders made me look like a flat chested girl. I then put on the cute skirt. I also haven’t told the girls, but I kind of have a thing for vinyl and leather. And I have noticed I do feel sexy dressed up like a sexy girl would. I see why they were this stuff, it looks sexy and it feels sexy! I zipped up the skirt and noticed that it did cover my butt, only barely though. I opened the door to see Kiara dressed very similar to me. She looked pretty, but she’s like a sister to me.

“Come on, let’s get your make up already! And your hair too!” Her excitement couldn’t be contained. “This is like when we were younger and you were like our own personal doll! I guess you still are, Barbie! Haha this is so perfect!” I just frowned as I sat down to do my makeup. She’s right, I have done this thousands of times before with them. She told me what my make up should look like and I just got to work as she did my hair. Light pink DSL with lots of gloss, light blush, lots of mascara with extra long lashes and just simple eyeliner. I was an expert in makeup at this point so I just go right to work.

“So what exactly happened to Brianna again? Why couldn’t she make it again?” I questioned as I worked. “She had to go with her mom, her grandmother is sick and they left this morning to go see her. We already bought our tickets and you’re my closest girl friend besides her, so now you get to play dress up and see this movie with me.” Her focus split between talking and doing my hair. “Look, I don’t mind seeing the movie with you. I don’t even care that you want me to get dolled up with you, but do you really have to post it on Instagram?” I was hoping to wear her down.

“What is with you? You know I’m going to post it! And my outfit only makes since with yours, so yeah, your going to be in it. Why do you care so much? It’s not like you don’t have like a hundred photos on my Instagram of you dressed as a girl! Why do you care about this one?! Now give me your hands, I have to do your nails!” She was confused and made a good point. There were years of it. They make me do this sort of thing often, and I just never fight it. I haven’t really cared until now. I thoughtlessly gave her my hands and she applied very long light pink nails that matched my skirt perfectly.

“Because I don’t want Willow to see it.” I sheepishly got out. “Ooo!! WILLOW! You don’t want your little crush to think you’re some gay little sissy boy?! Some trans cock sucker?!” Kiara teased me. “Yes! Please, she’s the first girl to ever even seem interested in me! I don’t want to ruin my shot with her!” I was trying so hard to convince her. “Sorry Barbie girl, no dice. Besides, Willow can see all the old picks of you glammed up anyway. What’s one more going to do? Who knows, maybe she’d like it? Anyways, if she asks about it, you lost a bet, so no big deal!” Kiara was making a good point. I could use the bet as an out. But what did she mean that Willow might like it?

“More lip gloss girl! Not nearly enough!” She commanded, cutting off my train of thought. I carefully applied more lipgloss as she walked off to the closet to get out our shoes. White vinyl platform pumps. They must have been at least 6 inches tall. I didn’t even blink, I just slipped them on. I’ve been walking in these girls' heels since I met them! I even won a bet that I could wear heels exclusively for two weeks! It was actually really easy. Although the looks I got at school from some people were strange, I still won the bet!

Kiara then handed me a matching small white vinyl purse and I slipped my wallet and phone into it. Kiara reminded me to take some makeup to touch up if I needed. After that, we were on our way. Our heels clicked in unison as we walked to her car. Any passer by would just see two young hot girls walking. I really did feel pretty. I always feel more confident, attractive, and natural when I’m dressed like this. But I’m trying to break this “tradition” so I defiantly didn’t say anything.

The car ride was smooth. Kiara is such a great friend, we really get along so well! We have all of the same interests, except she’s a little boy crazy and I’m into girls. But otherwise we get along great. We got some looks and even some cat calls as we walked to the movie theater from our parking spot. It was kind of far away but it was super busy. As we approached, we saw a line of pink. Almost exclusively full of glammed up beautiful women waiting to see the Barbie movie. We fit in perfectly.

The girls in front and behind us were all super nice and very excited for the movie. As we talked, I could tell not a single one would have ever guessed for a million years that I wasn’t an actual girl. Not that it was any surprise to me, even in my boy clothes I’m often mistaken as a girl. And my high feminine voice doesn’t help clear it up either.

As we talked to the girls, we learned what we were actually waiting for was the photo op with some stuff the theater had put out to take photos in front of. Before long it was our turn. Kiara had offered to help take the pictures of the girls in front of us and they kindly offered to return the favor. They took so many and Kiara made us try so many different poses to find just the right one.

Once she was finally satisfied, we thanked the ladies who took our photos and then headed into the theater. “OK you buy the snakes, I’m going to pee and I’ll meet you at our seats!” Kiara spoke as she just walked off to the bathroom. I was left just standing there in the middle of the theater dressed like a kind of slutty Barbie doll. I felt slightly self-conscious and hurried off to get in line. As I waited, I looked at my phone and saw that Willow had posted a few hours ago of her with some friends also all dolled up and that they were just about to see the movie. It looked like the same background as what we had.

A shot of fear went through me. Oh my god, what if she’s at this theater!? No, that must be silly. I tried to calm myself and just kept scrolling. Finally, it was my turn to order our popcorn and drinks. The guy taking my order was clearly checking me out and trying very hard to flirt with me. I was trying to be nice and friendly, but it was also super gross! As soon as he left to get my order, I heard the sound of a lot of high heels on the tile floor. I looked over to see a sea of girls in pink leaving one of the theaters. HOLY SHIT! THERE WAS WILLOW!! My heart started to race and I tried to look away. I don’t know why, but I was terrified of her recognizing me! I pulled off my phone to try to seem less suspicious and the first thing that popped up was Kiara’s post of us. Oh god! SHE TAGGED ME! I’m screwed! I just hope Willow doesn’t check her Instagram for long enough that it’ll be way down her feed!

Finally, the guy came back with our order. I grabbed the stuff and almost started to run just to freeze. Oh no! Her and her friends stopped by the women’s restroom! I’m going to have to walk right past her to get to the theater! Oh no! I couldn't just stand there so I started off, just hoping that their conversation about the movie would be enough to keep her attention so she didn’t start looking around and see me. My heels clicking loudly, signaling my approach to her. SHIT! She looked over right at me! But she looked right back at her friends! I don’t think she recognizes me! But she did a double take! Looking at me up and down! I feel so vulnerable in this short skirt and these tall heels! I walked as fast as I could, keeping her in the corner of my eye as I walked. But my pace was slow. I didn’t want to drop anything as I struggled to move smoothly in the heels. Of course, the only way I could manage that was to sway my hips as I walked. And just as I was passing her, I saw her reach into her bag and pull out her phone. I walked as fast as I could. My heart was racing so fast I thought it just might pop out of my chest! Oh god I hope she doesn’t check her Instagram!! The first thing she'd see was Kiara's post of us!

I felt very little relief as I rounded the corner, glad to be out of her sight but knowing that she only had to take a few steps to see me again, let alone chase me down. My heart still thumping as I walked down the long hallway. Of course, we were in the farthest theater! I was feeling slightly better the further down I went. And once I finally entered, my heart was slowing down but my mind was still racing. I sat next to Kiara, who looked concerned. “Are you ok? You look like you just saw a ghost!” She whispered over the final adds.

Still breathing kind of heavily, I whispered back, trying not to lose it. “Worse, I saw Willow!” She looked at me shocked! “What!? Really!? What did she say??!” “She didn’t say anything! I was getting the stuff when she came out of a theater and stopped with friends in front of the bathroom. I had to walk past her to get here! She looked at me, twice! But she didn’t say anything or even make a face or anything. But I’m still freaking out!” I was trying so hard to be quiet, but it was really hard.

“It’s OK! She probably just liked your outfit! There’s no way she could know it was you!” Kiara said, trying to calm me down. “Are you sure?!” I was so worried. “Yes, not just relax and enjoy the movie! OK?!” Her soft soothing whispers helped to calm me down. I just nodded my head trying to calm myself. The reminder came on to silence your phone, Kiara opened her purse to check her phone. “oh” I heard her say quietly to herself. I looked over. Willow had liked her post and commented. “Looking good Doll, I’d love to meet your Barbie!”

It felt like my heart stopped. Oh my god. I’m screwed. I rushed to check it myself. I had a dm. I was almost too scared to look. It was from Willow.

“Hey Barbie girl!! Who knew you could look so pretty! I’ll catch you after your movie! Btw Nice skirt! It hardly covered your perky girly ass as you walked by in those tall sexy fuck me pumps!”

My heart sank. Kiara laughed. “Oh my god! Well she’s not wrong, it hardly does cover your butt!” “That means she recognized me! Kiara, I’m so screwed! There goes my chances of ever being with her!” I was crushed, I could almost cry. “It’s going to be so entertaining to see her after this!” Was all Kiara could get out before the movie started and the theater erupted in applause!

I could hardly focus the whole time. I was a twisted mess just going over what had happened and what was going to happen over and over again in my head. I just wanted to check my phone the whole time, hoping it was all just my imagination. My panic clearly didn’t stop Kiara from enjoying herself though.

It was a good movie and all, but I could hardly pay attention. I was a nervous wreck! I looked down at my body, and just saw that of a beautiful trendy girly girl. I didn’t even look like a boy. Willow is never going to be interested in me now. I had to pee but was terrified to leave. What if she was still in the theater waiting for me? No, that’s silly, it’s been over an hour! She’s not going to just stand there for that long, right?

I got up as quietly as I could. I tried to slide down the row of people as quietly as I could. But my heels clicked loudly with each step. Everyone’s attention turned to the slutty blond Barbie heading off to the bathroom. As I made my way in the dark, I tried not to fall or stick my butt in the face of the people behind me. Several times my ass got slapped or grabbed. Each time I turned to see some guy sitting there with this big grin on his face. The girl he was next to seemed to into the movie to notice. Finally, I got out of the row and down the walkway.

I paused at the door, looking out to see if Willow was in sight before I left. Fortunately she wasn’t. I rushed to the bathroom as quickly as I could. I walked past the girls' bathroom at first but stopped. I looked down at myself, there was no way in hell I was going into the men’s room looking like this! Who knows what could happen!! I entered the women’s room and found an empty stall. I pulled my panties down to pee and I checked my phone. One new message.

I was almost too scared to look. But I couldn’t not see it either. I opened it, it was from Willow. “Don’t you dare try to sneak your girly little ass out! Me and my girlfriends are shopping. When the movie is over, meet me at the Starbucks across from the theater. I’ll be waiting! You better look pretty!”

It felt like my heart was in my stomach. How is this happening to me? It is bad enough that she saw me, now she wants to humiliate me?! I finished peeing and pulled my panties back up. I checked my skirt and then went to wash my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror. I just saw a stunning beautiful woman staring back at me. She looked so cute, I’d love to date her! Too bad that’s exactly what I looked like. I noticed my skirt and top were still nice and neat. I opened my bag and reapplied my lip gloss. I did look pretty. I felt pretty. Unfortunately, that’s the reason no girl will ever want me.

I walked back into the dark theater, and shuffled past the row of people. Each guy I passed grabbed my ass, same as before. They clearly weren’t paying any attention to the movie. I found my seat next to Kiara and sat down. Too worried to really watch the rest of the movie. As it was clearly ending, I started to panic! It can’t be over so soon! I don’t want to go see Willow!!

Kiara looked at me with excitement. “This is going to be hilarious! Let’s go see Willow! I can’t believe she’s going to meet the real you!” She teased. “This isn’t the real me!” I argued back as we both walked out of the row, the clicking of our heels blending in with all the other girls. “Yes it is! You look like a girl, you sound like a girl, you move like a girl! When you wear your clothes you just look like a girl who’s just wearing boy's clothes! And since Brianna and I met you, you have been dressed as a girl at least half the time, if not more!” She laughed as we walked. Our heels clicking and hips swaying in unison. The sway of our vinyl skirts makes us seem even more like sexy girly girls.

“That’s not true!” I tried to deny it, but I was thinking it over as I said it, and she might actually be right. “Let’s see, pretty much every time you are at one of our houses for a sleep over, we have made you dress like a girl. Then there’s when we dance, and you are dressed like all the other girls. There’s the bets we make, like this one. All the random days we demand you dress up with us and you just do it. Every single Halloween and Halloween related event. Even at school dances we made you wear a dress and go with us girls! Hell you ligitmently have girls clothes in your closet plus your own makeup!” She shot her comments at me with aggressive confidence. She knew she was just stating facts, and that I couldn’t argue with her.

I racked my brain for a response. But I couldn’t come up with some clever excuse as to why those statements are true. “Well that’s only because you two are my best friends. And that’s what friends do!” I tried my best to sound confident, but we both knew that was a pathetic response. The stress of this conversation was helping me from keeping my mind on meeting Willow, and I just had hoped that Kiara had forgotten. As we exited the theater building, I started to walk the opposite way from the Starbucks. “Where are you going Barbie? We both know we are going that way.” She pointed at the Starbucks.

“How did you know?!” I questioned. “Willow messaged me, I checked it when you went to the bathroom. She wanted to make sure I didn’t let you chicken out. Now be a good friend and walk that girly butt of yours over to Willow so I can laugh my ass off!” She demanded as she stood there still pointing. I hung my head and started to walk to Starbucks. It wasn’t a far walk, maybe even less than a minute, but it felt like an hour. My heart raced as Kiara laughed. “What do you think she’ll say!? What do you think she’ll do!? I can’t believe she saw you!!…”

I couldn’t even respond as she continued, my mind felt frozen from the fear I was experiencing. My feet felt as heavy as bricks and it was only Kiara’s insistence that kept me going. I felt so defeated, I just wanted to cry. I have never felt the way I feel about Willow with any other girl before. I guess that’s what I get for getting my hopes up. Kiara opened the door and I slowly stepped in.

My eyes franticly scanned the whole shop. Trying to both find Willow and also avoid her at the same time. And at first she didn't seem to be there. I looked around again, my eyes were only met by the stairs of everyone in the room. They were all looking at the two beautiful young girls dressed very trendy, but also kind of whorish, who just stood there right in the doorway. I took a few more steps forward. Looking frantically. But I didn’t see her. Oh my god, did she not show up?! Was this luck or tragedy?! I then heard the sound of the door opening behind me. I turned and there she was, standing in the doorway, trapping us in the Starbucks. I just stood there, so terrified to move, staring at her.

She looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing black leather thigh high boots with a 4 inch heel. She was wearing a small light pink leather dress that was backless. A small diamond choker around her neck. Her makeup was done to perfection. Her large pouty lips were light pink. Her long lashes perfectly mascaras and her dark black eye shadow completed the seductive look. Her black hair was done in big curls. She had a small light pink leather bag that matched the dress over one shoulder and her long white nails held her cropped black leather jacket. Even in my 6 inch pumps she was still taller than me.

“Well don’t you look so cute my little Barbie girl!” She said in a kind of sexy flirty way. “Why don’t you two join me outside, let’s talk!” She said and she stepped back holding the door wide open. Kiara went first, I timidly followed. “You look so beautiful Willow!” Kiara added in her bubbly, friendly voice, as we walked to a table on the side of the building. “Thank you! You look incredible too!” Willow replied in a matching voice, and then she looked at me with a large grin. “But you! Wow, what a surprise! It’s so refreshing not to see you playing dress up as some boy!” She almost laughed. Of course, this made Kiara laugh hard. “I know right! He’s always looked like a girl! Boy's clothes clearly don’t even fit his little girly body!” Kiara couldn't hide how funny she found this.

“I know right! He makes a perfect girl! Not just that, but a pretty, sexy girl too! Did he shave his legs?” Willow could hardly contain her excitement. But she still spoke in her slow, soft, sexy voice. “Nope! “She’s” naturally hairless! Can you believe it! Not even a single facile hair either!” Kiara was loving this. I, on the other hand, just wanted to disappear and die. “Oh my god! That’s precious!” Willow could hardly get out, her hand covering her mouth from the shock and excitement.

“We’ll go on! Give use a twirl! Let her see all of you!” Kiara demanded as she laughed. I didn’t want to, everything inside of me was screaming NO! But for some reason I just slowly turned all the way around, showing all of me dressed as this Barbie slut. They both laughed! “Oh she’s a perfect girl from every angle!” Willow giggled! I just stood there with my head hung as they laughed for a while. I wanted to run away. But I couldn’t, it was like my heels were glued to the floor.

Once they settled down, I couldn’t look up, I couldn’t speak. It’s like if I was to do a single thing I would just start to cry. “I absolutely love this! Wow, she is so pretty! I mean I’ve always felt she was pretty, but to see her dressed up, I’m obsessed! Thank you so much for making this happen Kiara! This has made my day!” As Willow spoke you could hear the joy in her words. I shot a confused, angry look at Kiara. “What!?! You planned this!?” I almost yelled at Kiara, my girly little voice quaking, trying not to cry.

“Hold on there Barbie girl! Before you get mad, let me explain!” Kiara shot back in defense. “No Bailey, don’t be upset with Kiara, please. Allow ME to explain. Please?” Willows soft soothing voice captivating me. I was still upset, but also very confused at this point. “Fine.” I could hardly get out.

“Well, you see, Kiara and I have kind of known each other from cheer friends for a few years. And I’ve followed her on Instagram and had often seen her posts with Brianna and this third, pretty, girl. And sometimes it was them two and that same girl, but dressed like a boy. But every time it was tagged the same name, Bailey. I was confused but interested in what was going on. Then, when I saw you in my class, I thought I recognized you immediately. But I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to be weird and ask you! I’d be so embarrassed if I was wrong! So I messaged Kiara literally as soon as the first class let out. Of course, I didn’t want to just jump in to all of my questions, so I started small. I asked if her friend Bailey went to our community college. Then, what classes was she taking? And when she told me, I knew for sure that it was you! But I had so many of my questions were still unanswered.” She spoke so kindly and softly, her voice just drawing me in.

“So I started asking more and more about who you were. Were you a girl? I was so surprised to hear you were actually a boy. Well surprised and delighted.” She paused for a moment as she smiled. I was just more confused. “Delighted?” I softly spoke.

Then,“Yes!" She happily exclaimed! "I guess I should explain. So, growing up, I had crushes on girls. Like hard crushes. I’ve always been attracted to how a girl looks. Especially a girly girls. As I got a little older, like Jr high, I even kissed a few girls, just experimenting. I really liked it. But then the thought of their lady parts, well, I didn’t feel the same way. I wasn’t interested in doing that to a girl, but I didn’t dislike the thought of a girl doing that to me. Then, as I entered high school, lots of boys started giving me attention. I was on the cheer team, all the girls had lots of boyfriends. I hadn’t thought much about guys up to that point. I always thought they could be good looking. But they didn’t give me the same butterflies in my stomach the way girls could. But since all the other girls have boyfriends, I thought id have one too. Lots of guys had asked me out before, so I waited for the next one to. I'd say yes as long as he wasn't ugly. The next cute guy asked me. He was shorter than me, with scrawny, thin, soft features. But I said yes. He was nice, and kissing him was nice, but not the same as kissing a girl.” I listened confused and clearly showed it.

“Then one of the older jocks asked me out, so I dumped the first guy and said yes to him. He was taller than me. Strong, good looking. But kissing him wasn’t as good as the first guy. Then he wanted more. I felt pressured to do more, all the other girls had, or at least said they had. So I did more. It turned out I really like dicks. Especially big dicks. Sucking them, getting fucked by them. I loved it. I became quite the party girl. Very popular with the boys and had turned into quite a little cum slut for them. But I wasn’t fully satisfied by that. I realized I didn’t care much for the guys. None of them ever really excited me. Not that they weren’t handsome, good looking guys. They all were.” I was getting really uncomfortable hearing what she was saying and had no idea why she was telling me this. She could see that on my face.

She smiled but kept going. “You see at the parties I’d come up with any excuse I could to make out with one of the hot girls. It was pretty easy, most girls would just go along with it. I just loved kissing their soft lips, the feel of their lip gloss. I loved running my hands over their sexy feminine bodies. They would get me all horny and then I would go off and let some guy fuck me to finish me off. But I didn’t really want them. I wanted that soft, pretty, sexy girl.”

She then looked down. She seemed shy, not her usual strong confident demeanor. It was obvious she was a little embarrassed by what she was about to say. “Then one day I learned about sissy’s. Girly boys. Boys that looked exactly like girls. I was immediately interested. I wanted to learn more. But most of it was just some fetish. Just something that would only happen when they were horny, and would end when they were done. It was like a game, not a lifestyle. Most weren’t woman thew and threw. Then I learned about trans women, but most were interested in men. Total cock sluts desperate to worship every dick and give it absolute pleaser and get denied their own! I loved it! But I was kind of disappointed knowing they wouldn’t want me. But I really wanted to meet one! One that was moldable, one that was into woman too. I had to see how I would feel about one. You are actually what sparked that in me. Kiara and Brianna’s posts of you is what got me looking at that stuff in the first place. And then, just like that, there you were in my class!” I was shocked to hear what she was saying.

She seemed even more hesitant to share, she seemed vulnerable. But it was clear that she had to say this, whether she wanted to or not. “I had to know more about you. Kiara and Brianna were happy to share all about you. The more I learned, the more fascinated I became. How they have always thought of you as a girl, how you act like a girl, move like a girl. And how they often make you dress like a girl. That you even compete on their dance team as a girl, and no one has ever known! And then seeing and talking to you in class, confirming everything they were saying. Hearing your little girly voice, and studying your flawless feminine movements. Searching for any sign of masculinity and not seeing a single thing. I had to ask Kiara if you were into girls or guys. And that’s when they shared you had a little crush on me! It over joyed me!” She smiled, but her vulnerability was still very obvious.

“But I didn’t know how to talk to you about it. I realized I’d had a crush on this beautiful girl who was actually a boy since I was in Jr high! I wanted to see HER! I didn’t know how to get to see you not wearing those silly boy clothes, and in something pretty instead. I had to see this girly version of you in person! I had to understand my feelings. And then Kiara and Brianna both came up with this very fun idea to trick you into meeting me dressed up. I had actually invited them to see the movie with the girls. We had become kind of close recently with talking about all of this. And they thought of this! It was brilliant! And look at you! You’re even prettier in person! I can’t believe it!” She was clearly holding back tears. Both from excitement, and from fear of opening up to me. I was just stunned in shock. I didn’t know what to say or think or anything!

“I’m sorry for tricking you, and for putting all of this on you like that! I know it’s kind of creepy. But I just had to. I was tearing myself apart inside. Kiara and Brianna said you’d understand.” She could hardly get the words out. I could tell my silence was scaring her.

“Wow, that’s a lot to take in Willow! I’m not sure how I feel about all this. Flattered? Confused? Tricked? Relived? Terrified? I'm not really sure what to feel, or what to say? Or what’s happening exactly?” I struggled to get the words out as I struggled to process what was just told to me, what was going on.

Kiara cut in, clearly in defense of Willow. “Listen Bailey, what Willow is trying to say is, will you be interested in being Her GIRLFRIEND?! Or at least go on a few dates with her while you’re dressed like, well this!” As she motioned up and down at me. “Is- is this true Willow, you want to go on a date, with me, as a girl?” I could hardly get it out. My head was spinning because of what was going on. I could hardly comprehend it. This tall, sexy, beautiful, gorgeous woman who is usually so strong and confident, was almost a crying mess. All she could do was shake her head yes. She couldn’t even look at me, terrified of my response.

I took a second, just one to think about it. At first, this seemed like so much to be asked of me. But then I thought about how I was dressed at this very moment. It hardly took anything for Kiara to convince me to look like this. Hell, I’ve probably spent half my life dressed like a girl, or at least wearing something that was made for a girl. And I really did like her. If simply doing my hair and makeup and slipping into a skirt was all it took to get to know her, then I guess that wasn’t the end of the world.

“I’d LOVE to go on a date with you, Willow!” I softly spoke with a nice smile. “Really?!” She seemed almost too shocked to believe that I agreed. “Yes!” I simply replied. This pushed her over the edge and she started to cry. Some of them were defiantly happy tears. This made Kiara tear up too and they hugged each other. This was clearly a big deal. And I stood there realizing that if I was going to spend a bit more time as a girl then I had thought.

Once they both finally calmed down, all I could see was Willows Willow's beautiful smile. Kiara then chimed in “I’m going to leave you two ladies alone then. Bailey, you be a good girl to Willow, she’s a sweetheart and deserves a nice time!” She said sternly to me. “Willow sweetie, if she gives you any trouble at all, just let me know. Brianna and I will put her in her place! But I’m sure she’ll be just fine, she’s a sweetheart.” Kiara snickered as she looked at me. She hugged Willow again. Then she hugged me. “Have fun, enjoy your first date ever! I can’t wait to hear all the details! I’m so proud of you! Please be a well behaved girl for her. You have no idea how hard all of this has been for her!” she whispered joyfully in my ear. As she started to leave, then stopped. “Willow, you can give her a ride home, right? Also, have fun! You can dress her however you want! After all, she’s your Barbie doll now!” She laughed as she left.

Willow smiled as she still dabbed the tears from her eyes. “So what would you like to do?!” I asked with nervous excitement. This isn’t what I pictured I'd be wearing on my first date. But I did feel pretty, and Willow seemed to like it, so I guess it’s not that bad! Willow was still collecting herself. She was sniffling as she pulled out a compact and checked her makeup. As soon as she seemed satisfied with how she looked, it was like she transformed back into her confident, strong-willed self. “Let’s get a coffee and get to know each other. I’ll buy.” She said in such a sure, smooth way. She walked past me, without waiting for a response, like she owned the world. Her hips swaying as she did, I was completely mesmerized! “Sounds great!” I chimed in as I quickly followed after her. She held the door open for me and I walked in, our heels clicking loudly in the quiet coffee shop, causing people to look up at us. She walked in confidently and put her hand around my waist, like a guy would typically do to a girl. “Get whatever you’d like!” She said with her quiet confidence! She spoke and moved like royalty! “Oh, thank you! That’s very sweet! You carry yourself like a Queen! It’s a little intimidating!” I said sheepishly, with a kind smile on my face.

She looked down at me with a matching smile. She clearly took my compliment the way it was intended. “Then I guess that makes you my princess! Who knows, maybe if this goes well I’ll even let you worship me.” She whispered in her naturally seductive voice, causing butterflies in my stomach. And I couldn’t help but blush. She seemed to like that response. I wasn’t sure if it was just the thought of being with her that I liked. Or was it also the thought of being her girlfriend that I liked too?

I ordered my drink, and she ordered hers, then we sat down in the back corner of the store where there wasn’t anyone. We talked briefly as we waited for the coffee. When our order was called, I offered to get them. As I walked I found myself swaying my hips a little extra as I walked, really moving my ass side to side. I hoped she couldn’t take her eyes off of me the whole time. I figured if she’s serious about likening me like this, then I’d better give her a show. I grabbed our order and the man who had made our drinks said “Hey cutie! What are you and your friend doing later tonight? You want to hang out?” He said as he fucked me with his eyes. “That’s very kind of you, but we’re busy.” I took our drinks and turned to see Willow staring at me with this lustful sultry look. She was clearly aroused. I did my best to walk back as sexy as I could. I guess it’s a good thing I’ve spent most of my life dancing and moving as a sexy girl. I’ve gotten pretty good at it!

As I sat down, Willow asked. “What did the man say?” “He asked if we would want to go on a date with him later. I told him no thank you.” I replied a little embarrassed. “How interesting.” She replied clearly deep in thought about what I said. “It’s amazing how no one would ever guess you’re a boy. To be honest, I’m even doubting that you are! You don’t look or act like one in any way!” She seemed amazed, but I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

She then shifted to another topic and we just sat and talked for hours. We laughed and talked about very serious stuff to silly light stuff. Past experiences, future goals. I don’t really have any. I have literally no clue what I want to do. I guess something to do with dancing, it’s kind of all I know. She wants to model. I told her I thought she could. She’s absolutely stunning! Then, in what seemed like no time at all, the guys told us they were going to close the shop in a few minutes! “Wow it’s ten already!? The last few hours just flew by!” I said to her as we started to clear our table.

We walked out to her car, holding hands, the unison of our heels clicking echoed through the parking lot. I was actually really happy with how this had gone. Most of the time I had just forgotten I was even dressed this way. I even reapplied my lip gloss after we had coffee without even thinking about it. I guess I’m more dressed like a girl much more than I realized. We stopped just before her very nice white BMW. Her parents were very wealthy I had learned. She stood there looking down at me, she put her hand gently on my cheek and leaned in for a kiss. OH MY GOD, MY FIRST KISS!! I was so excited! I gently kissed her back. The feeling of her big soft lips made me get hard instantly as the sticky feeling of lip gloss smoothed the sensation. I loved this! It was some of the most aroused I’d ever been! We made out for maybe a minute or so. It felt like a year and a nano second all at the same time! It was so incredible. She then slowly pulled back, and stared into my eyes. I stared back. The joy and arousal clear on my face. “You even kiss like a girl! I have never felt that way kissing a boy before!” She spoke so soft and sweetly. “Are you sure you’re not tricking me?” She said as she reached her hand down to the front of my skirt.

She could feel my very small hard dick under the vinyl of my pink skirt. This caused me to start producing precum! I can’t believe she touched me there!!! My fist kiss and she touched me there!! OH MY GOD!!! “Oh wow, you sure are a tiny little thing! Is that as big as it gets?” She said, still keeping her hand over my skirt, gently rubbing as if to encourage it to get bigger. Her body was close to mine and her arousal clearly growing. Despite what she was saying, I was the horniest I’d ever been! “Yes.” I could hardly whisper both from arousal and embarrassment. “I guess we can make your little micro dick work. It's probably part of the reason why you make such a convincing girl!” She said seductively and then started to make out with me as she kept rubbing my little cock over my skirt. I felt so weak, small, humiliated, sexy, and aroused all at once!

What a sight this must have been for anyone walking by! Two sexy sluts touching and kissing each other in the parking lot! I felt myself getting closer to cumming! Suddenly she stopped. “Get in the car princess!” She commanded sweetly as she then rushed around to the driver's side. Felt so horny and confused as to why I liked her calling me that?! But I wasted no time and hurried to get into the car, flattening my skirt under me and my knees together as I sat. Something any normal girl would do. Willow noticed and only seemed to get more turned on. She clearly liked that I behaved like a girl.

As soon as both doors closed, she demanded, “Lift up your skirt! I want to see it!” This all felt so fast! So sudden! But I did as I was instructed and wrapped my long pink nails over the hem of my skirt and slowly pulled it up from my body, my knees parting slightly as I did. I realized that’s the way a girl would do it too. Willow seemed mesmerized by the small miniature male gentiles hardly showing in the white girly panties. She reached her hand over and placed them on my panties. Only the thin cotton of my thong separated her from touching me. I could feel the warmth of her and she could feel the wet from my precum.

“You’re so horny aren’t you?” Her sexy voice echoed in my ears. “Yes” is all I could get out from my arousal. She smiled “I can see you’re wet too! So am I! Well it’s only fair I show you mine.” She then took my small hand and guided it between her legs, as she pulled up the hem of her leather dress to show me her black panties. She placed my manicured finger tips over top of her panties. I could feel how wet she was. I could feel the shape and size of her pussy. This only turned me on even more!

She gently started to move my girly finger back and forth over her panties and softly moaned. She was clearly loving this. After only a few seconds of this tease she slid her panties aside and placed my dainty girly finger right on her clit! I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING! This is the farthest I’ve ever gotten with a girl before! She directed my finger exactly how she wanted to be touched for a short while, then stopped when she thought I’d gotten the hang of it. She then reached over and started to make out with me as I gently fingered her dripping wet pussy.

I was loving this! I was so turned on I could hardly handle it! She reached down and gently rubbed the head of my cock with one finger over my skirt. Mimicking the movements I was doing to her as we kissed passionately. She suddenly stopped and pulled her lips away slightly and started to moan loudly as she started to cum! I didn’t stop what I was doing and just rubbed her clit over and over again. Her finger tip gently resting on my pink vinyl skirt, just over the tip of my desperate cock. After what must have been a while, and was clearly an incredibly intense orgasm, she gently moved my hand from her pussy. She could hardly get out any words, but managed to mumble something like “that was one of the greatest orgasms of my life.” And then went back to kissing me for another minute or so. No longer teasing my cock. She then seemed slightly rejuvenated and asked me to drive. I agreed and we switched sides.

As I drove, Willow rested quietly, clearly in the aftermath of an incredible orgasm. I thought about what had just happened! I was shocked and aroused as to how my day had gone! I got my first kiss, got touched by a girl for the first time, touched my first pussy, and made a girl cum for the first time, all on my first ever date! I was dressed like a slutty girl the whole time though. But so was she! I guess I could be ok with this for a little while! It still felt a little strange. But I really liked Willow. I don't know how I feel about being a girlfriend though...

-Katierosedreams Og Cap

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This fic is so random but ever since I watched the craft I’ve been in such a bad Lee mood for Bonnie 😭

Also this isnt the ‘surprise fic’ I’m yet to write that..

Warnings: tickles, light swearing

characters: lee!y/n ler!bonnie

𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

You leisurely strolled down the gray bricked side walk. the sun beaming and there were no clouds in sight. You were visiting Bonnies house after planning to have a girly sleepover.

You were the first person to know about Bonnie deciding to be a witch, either way you didn’t love her any less. Infact, you admired it. The spells, the rituals, everything. You understood her side when nobody else did, especially when the rumours spread round the school like a forest fire. You were the one that stayed by her side and never looked or treat her any differently. She always vowed to protect you no matter what. You were her closest friend. Even after the unfortunate event leading to her setting herself on fire, you stuck with her. Helped her heal.

You excitedly knocked at the tall wooden door and watched as it flung open and you were greeted with the brunette and a smile that stretched across her face. “Look who’s finally here!!” She said opening out her arms, you threw yourself into them. You were quick to apolagise, “Yes!! Sorry for the delay!” “Oh don’t worry about it, really! I’m just glad you’re here now!” She reassured before ushering you inside and closing the door behind you. “Come!” She added before leaping up her wooden stairs, you not far behind her. She burst in her room and flopped back on to her quilted bedsheets. You walked over and sat beside her.

Bonnies room was just as equally as mesmerising as herself. The fluffy rugs sat neatly on top of the velvety carpet. And her white walls covered in posters and best of all above her bed were Polaroids of you both that she had collected over the years. Her vanity desk had an array of colourful candles sat on top of it with a tidy makeup collection and a stack of books which you presumed were her spell casting books. Every time you entered her room it felt like you were at home. After all you spent 90% of your time crashing at her house.

After years of being friends and knowing about her “abnormal” (you didn’t see it like that) ways you always had a curiosity for it. And after a few weeks you finally built up the courage to ask her the burning question that you had always wondered. “Hey, bonnie” “what’s up?” She spoke in a soft manner, a comforting tone. “You know that you’re a witch” you trailed of. “Oh? I hadn’t noticed” she joked followed by a snicker to which you rolled your eyes playfully. Although you guys had been friends for so long, there was no denying the chemistry that lingered between you both. Always the light hearted banter and flustering moments you shared. “Well, I was wondering.. could you try a spell on me? Nothing over the top! I just, i don’t know! I thought it would be cool!” You rambled on. Bonnie let out a small laugh before saying “ofcourse! Anything you have in mind?” “No..” you responded, seeming silly for not having an answer prepared “okay well, this is more of a game then a spell but we can still give it a try since actual spells can take a few days to kick in” she stated. You eagerly nodded as bonnie then sat on the floor

“Lay down flat in-front of me with your arms crossed on your chest” you followed her orders like an excited puppy and layed down flat infront of her with your arms in an x position. She took a patterned pillow off of her bed and placed it under your head. “Now this is a 50/50 chance it will work, mainly because it’s better to do it with a few more people but it could still work!” She noted as you just nodded to her terms. “It’s called light as a feather, stiff as a board and the aim of it is to make you frost just a few feet off the ground, but you need to maintained focus otherwise you may fall” she ended that sentence with a small giggle to which you lightly pushed at her knee, seeming as that was the closest body part of hers. “yes! That’s okay!” She took her index finger and her middle finger and slid it just under your stomach using both hands. “Okay are you ready?” She asked. “Ofcourse!” You darted back at her with your hopes just as high as you wanted to be off the ground. “Okay, light as a feather, stiff as a board” she repeated this same phrase, not loud enough to actually be speaking but not quite enough to be whispering. More like a soft murmur as she chanted “light as a feather, stiff as a board” over and over. Eventually she used her fingers that were lightly placed under you to gradually lift you up from the floor. You felt a slight tickly sensation run through your body to which you smiled but had to fight back the giggles bubbling up in your throat. You had to stay focused. But your mind kept thinking about feathery feeling flowing through you. Bonnie opened her eyes but didn’t speak, her mouth just dropped as you were hovering above her carpet. “Am I flohoating yet?” You said with a giggle escaping as the sensation didn’t leave. “Don’t panic, but yes” she said calmly as you flung your eyelids open realising that you were no longer flat on her ground. “Hohoholy shit!!” “Shut up or you’re gonna fall” she said as you bit your lip, trying not to let out any more laughter.

She noticed your expression, you biting your lip and trying not to smile. “You okay up there?” She asked letting out a small chuckle. “yuhup! Eheverythihing ihis fihinee!!” Your statement wasn’t convincing as the unbearable rouch still remained causing you to say everything with small burst of laughter from within your words. “Then what are you giggling at?” She innocently asked seeing a vibrant blush apear across your cheeks. “I.. it fehehells fuhuhunny!!” At this point you didn’t even try and hold back your laughter, it just poured out. Bonnie couldn’t help but smile at the situation, she found it rather endearing. “funny in what way?” She decided it was best to slowly bring you back down as you still remained giggling and you felt your head sinking back into the pillow and your back softly hitting the floor. You bit your lip not knowing any other way around this apart from to say the actual word.

“ihit.. tihickles..” you said feeling the blush on your face grow redder “tickles?” She questioned back through a beaming smile and a slight snicker. “yehes..” you answered with the soft laughter not yet leaving your voice. “I didn’t know you were that ticklish” she mused, her smile still plastered on her face. “I’m not!” You were quick to defend yourself even though the previous events of you giggling like an idiot at the slight ticklish feeling didn’t help your position. “Oh yea?” She said smugly and sat on your waits. Your eyes widened as you realised your fait and even still, you denied everything “uh huh!!” You said through a nervous grin. “okay! Whatever you say!” She smirked and dug her fingers into your sides causing you to jump slightly and let out a pearcinv shriek. “Not ticklish huh?” Her normal soft, gentle tone changed into teasy and slightly menacing. You were silenced knowing there was no way out of this, knowing Bonnie wasn’t going to let you off easy.

She began prodding and squeezing at your sides still with an evil smirk still lingering on her face. You tried your best to put up a fight and swallow the overwhelming laughter making its way up but failed miserably when she moved her acrylic nails to your stomach, scribbling at it. “BAHAHHAHAH BONNIE!!” You protested, you squirmed you did everything in your very little amount of power but nothing worked. This sensation was 10x worse than the one you felt while you were floating. “Well really, you did ask for this” she stated as she continued to work her nimble fingers around your stomach. “HOHOHOW?!” You blurted out. “You tried to tell me you weren’t ticklish and you didn’t expect me to prove you wrong?” you had no answer, no quick witted jokes or sarcastic comments because you knew she was right and she knew that you knew. “BAHAHHHAHHAAHA THIHIS IHIS SOHOHO UHUNFAIR!!!” You complained seeing Bonnie raise an eyebrow “everything about this is fair! Plus it’s fun so unless I see you actually struggling for air, I have no intention of stopping anytime soon!” She teased seeing your blush re-apear, spreading across from ear to ear. “Plus you look like you’re having fun” she added to which your eyes widened slightly. “OHOHOHH AHAHAS IHIF!! THIHIS IHIS MYHY DEHEHEFINITION OHOF TOHORTURE” you winged snd whined like a toddler but all of your complaints fell on deaf ears as Bonnie continues just mercilessly scratching at your torso. You reacted with loud heaps of uncontrollable laughter. Just freely falling out of your mouth.

Bonnie then decided to switch up her tactics and dipped her fingers into your armpits, clawing at them. She kept her moves sporadic so you had no time to get use to the feeling as you squealed every-time she changed spots. “your actually so ticklish!!” She remarked through a small laugh of her own. “SHUHUT UHUPP!!” You darted back at the statement. Knowing it was true but you would never freely admit that. Not even to Bonnie, infact especially to Bonnie because you knew she would take advantage of it. I mean, even though you would never admit it she is going to take every opportunity to use it against you. “BAHAHAHHAAHHAHA I CAHAHAHNTTT!!!” You shrieked and squirmed relentlessly as Bonnie kept using her fingers to torment you. “Oh don’t be so dramatic, I’m just tickling you” she teased again to which you replied “EHEHEXACTLY!!” “Oh right, it Must be Bad because you’re so ticklish!!” She giggled at you knowing that every time she said a flustering comment your face would light up with the most vibrant blush.

No matter how tightly you clenched your arms to your side, Bonnie found a way to wiggle her fingers into your armpits, wiggling her acrylics at your hollows. “THIHIS IHIS JUHUST STRASHAIGHT UHUP EHEHEVIL!!” “Well you shouldn’t expect anything less from me!” She snarked back. “BUHUT IHITS NOHOT FAHAIR THAHAT YOHOUR SOHO GOHOOD!!” “Awh thankyou!! But It’s Not that hard to tickle somebody as sensitive as you” her comments were delivered in such a teasing manner as you could do nothing but just wiggle beneath her claw-like nails.

Bonnie then dragged her nails down your side and reached your hips. Pinching at them. “BAHHAHA” “wow, are you just ticklish everywhere?” “NOHOHO!!” You continued to deny everything. “Well it sure seems like it!!” She then walked her fingers up to your ribs and that’s when your eyes widened. “nononono Bonnie please, not there!” “Oh? Have i reached a bad spot?” She asked evilly and then without warning began to wiggle all 10 fingers onto your ribs “BAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHA BOHOHOHOHONNIEE!! NOHOHOOHHOHOHOOH!!” You screamed laughter as it filled the room and probably echoed all the way down the street. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get anymore ticklish!” “BAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA IHIHHTS SOHOOHOHO BAHAHAHHAHAHAHADDDD!!!” You shrieked and squealed and squirmed around helplessly as Bonnie didn’t show any signs of sympathy, infact Bonnie was actually enjoying herself. She honestly thought it was adorable how sensitive you were. She dug her fingers in the spaces between your ribs causing you to kick your legs and try and grab her hands. But she was too fast and dodged your effortless attempts to make her stop. “BAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I HAHAHHAHATE YOHOHOUU!!” You said mindlessly, obviously not meaning it. The capacity of love that your heart held for Bonnie was to much. You sometimes feared that your heart would explode. Everytime you looked at her you felt safe, your pupils grew 10x the size everyime time you had sight of her. She was perfect. But even still Bonnie didn’t let your comment slide “Okay that was just rude!” She giggled before scribbling her nails onto your ribs. You squealed before falling into silent laughter with little breaks of squeaks. This is when Bonnie let up, not wanting you actually suffocate you with tickles.

She lifted up her hands before climbing off you and sat beside you. While you were still laying on the floor, hyperventilating and rubbing the phantom tickles off of your body. She still couldn’t help but smile at you. You sat up, just looking at her and returning a wide smile. Bonnie then opened her arms like she always does when she wants a hug and you didn’t hesitate. You practically laid in her lap as she cuddled you close. “You look like you enjoyed that!” She added. You didn’t say anything, you just covered your face with your hands and tried to fight the smile re-apearing in your face. Bonnie giggled at you “don’t worry, it’s adorable honestly”

That’s when you looked up at her and your smile beamed “as if you didn’t enjoy that to” “oh ofcourse! That was so fun!” Bonnie responded gleefully.You were met another round of peaceful silence, the only sound noticeable was your heavy breathing, still recovering from the attack. Although the silence was loud, it wasn’t awkward, it was just enjoyable. Having each others presence.

Untill Bonnie spoke up “oh just come here” she said “wha-“ you were interrupted by Bonnies hands cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss. You didn’t pull back. In fact you were buzzing, your stomach swarmed with butterflies. Untill eventually Bonnie stopped to see your smile stretch across your face. To which she giggled and you wrapped your arms around her neck and put your head on her shoulder and you cuddled her. She held you and kissed the top of your head.

“Bonnie”

“Yea?”

“I think I’m inlove with you” you said muffled from your head being on her shoulder

to which she cuddled you tighter

“i think I’m in love with you to”

#tickle content #tickle #sfw tickle #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #the craft #the craft tickle #bonnie harper #Bonnie tickle #y/n #y/n lee #Bonnie ler

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heavenzscent · 6 months

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what are some of your jeankasa modern au hcs? ☺️ and i’m kind of curious what you think their respective fashion styles r like

I’ll start with Fashion :

As for fashion styles : I’ve made two posts showing how I think they would dress.

Mikasas style : X

As a child she likes girly sort of cottage core clothes and overalls. In HS she goes through a goth phase, more in a 80s/ 90s goth then an early 2000s mall/ hot topic sort of way. But she did enjoy getting accessories at hotopic and twilight sleepy shirts. By the end of HS and Uni she is mostly in aethlesure. She was so many sets. She still wears dark liner as a nod to her old style and she’s back to gravitating to pinks , and blues again. She is a silver girl for sure. She wears a lot of jewelry even if she’s wearing a unitard and a hoodie. She manages to never look messy somehow. Her crazy bed head is her best kept secret only Sasha ,Armin and Eren know about it. Her makeup bag is expensive but kinda bare bones. She wouldn’t be the type to have a makeup room.

Jeans style: X

As a child he would get dressed by his mom like a little dork alot of sweater vests. In HS I think he would dress a bit accurate to bad boy Jean in Isayamas school castes. I think he would try to break free of his mothers styling choices for him.

In Uni he would find himself. Jean loves gold. He is the type to ask for gold for every special occasion. He has a gold Cuban chain that he never takes off. He has some diamond studs but he only wears them to parties and Connie teases him.

He gravitates towards , preppy /sporty sort of clothes with a 80’s and 90s influence. Think Tommy Hilfiger and college sweatshirts / caps. He also wears a lot of work wear and takes alot of inspo from people like James Dean, Paul Newman . And generally old Americana and music videos.

He would actually be surprisingly articulate in fashion.

He loves dressing up but acts really nonchalant when people comment on his clothes. Although He once sliced his food budget in half for 2 months so he could buy a dressy coat. Any vacation he goes on he looks up the shopping first then food places.

HEAD CANONS

Jean and Mikasa are both really involved in university extra curriculars and they make it look easy.

Mikasa finds Jean a little over bearing at first but since she sees him at so many community and Uni events she gets to know him and actually finds him kinda funny when he isn't trying and reliable.

Jean was in a frat for his first semester before he decided it was dumb because someone was rude to Marco.

Mikasa and Marco really get along and that makes Jean jealous at first when then were all just friends.

Marco and Sasha finally get Jean and Mikasa confident enough to ask eachother out

Jean spent a whole day learning how to change car oil because Mikasa complained about the price one time. Then he casually dropped that he had been tired because he been changing his car oil earlier and if anyone needed their oil changed they could hit him up. Unfortunatly that meant everyone else in the firend group now gets free oil changes now.

Mikasa is never on socials and Jean is on them too much

Mikasa has a extremely clean car but the trunk is basically a storage unit

Both spend too much when they go shopping

Jean turns anything and everything into a date. Barnes and noble date ! Study date ! Errand date ! Taco Bell date !

Everyone thinks Jean and Mikasa are just some odd opposites attract fling . When they move in it’s a shock ! When they get engaged it’s a shock!

Have more but those are connected to my neglected Uni AU fic.

#jeankasa #head canons #I rambled too much I think #thanks 💘#ask

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josouhenshin · 6 months

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day 1 part 2

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Welcome to the map screen. Usually there’s various points of interest to choose from, but for now it’s just our apartment.

Back in the house, mizuki proposes they go clothes shopping for shinobu. He’s kind of trying to rush him out the door, probably before shinobu has time for second thoughts. But it’s too late. Shinobu wonders if it’s gonna be suspicious that two guys are buying women’s clothes. Mizuki retorts, well do you see anyone else here? Mizuki’s solution to the problem is obvious: crossdressing! Certainly it’ll be less embarrassing to go if it’s with a girl. Mizuki says he’ll go get changed, and breaks out the feminine-sounding sentence ending particle wa. Shinobu wants to watch but mizuki adamantly refuses.

While waiting, shinobu tries to imagine what girl mode mizuki will look like, but comes up dry. He worries what to do if he has a bad reaction to seeing her. Or what to say either way. But surely someone with a pretty face like mizuki should be pretty good at looking girly.

“Sorry for the wait,” Mizuki says.

Shinobu barely recognizes her. She’s so pretty he’s barely able to string a sentence together. He also comments that her way of speaking is more typically feminine too, though whether this is just down to phrasing or if mizuki has mastered the art of Up Voice is unknowable in this medium.

“Mizuki, you look just like a real girl,” shinobu commends.

“Shinobu... I’m not ‘like’ a girl, right now I really am one!” she says, having swapped to using the feminine first person pronoun atashi.

After shinobu bashfully offers some more superlatives, they head out. Shinobu feels tense. He’s trying to square the experience of being around someone that pretty but also knowing it’s mizuki. That, and he also gets the feeling people are staring. He asks mizuki what happens if they get caught, and mizuki brushes it off. If anyone’s watching, it’s because they look like an attractive young couple. This flusters the shinobu.

They get to the store and shinobu feels weird being the only guy around.

Mizuki takes point. “Obviously since it’s your first time, I should be the one to pick things out right?” she aks what kind of vibe shinobu would want to go for. Shinobu protests but mizuki just starts browsing.

He sticks to her as if his life depended on it. He feels totally out of place. Even though mizuki said they’d just scan as a couple, it’s kind of embarrassing. More than anything he just wants to go home. “Just pick whatever, let’s get out of here,” he pleads.

Mikuki brushes him off and keeps browsing. It’s important to choose the right thing for your first time. They keep wandering around. Shinobu is curious about everything too of course, but worries that something really bad will happen if he touches anything. But like, there *is* a lot of cute stuff.

Eventually they decide on some things and check out.

“Ehehe, thanks for buying everything, darling~!”

Shinobu becomes flustered. It’s unclear the extent to which shinobu understands that he’s being flirted with through all this but being omega dense in that way is par for the course sometimes.

“Anyway, next up is underwear,” Mizuki declares.

Shinobu stammers in protest.

“Crossdressing starts from the underwear, yknow!” She professes.

Shinobu really just wants to go home though, he was already feeling weird in the regular clothes store, but if he goes lingerie shopping she might faint. Mizuki agrees to call it a day and head back.

Back at the apartment, mizuki is excited to see shinobu try everything on. He does. Compared to men’s clothes the new stuff has a much more pleasant texture. And the skirt is kinda breezy. “So this is what women are always feeling.”

Mizuki yelps when shinobu finishes putting everything on. “I knew you’d be cute.” she urges shinobu not to look in the mirror yet, and offers to loan her a wig and do some makeup. But after this, she says, shinobu’s gotta do it herself. When she finishes, Mizuki admires her handiwork, and tells her it’s okay to look.

“Cute! Is- is that... me?”

Mizuki promptly chides her for saying boku while being a girl.

Shinobu thanks her excitedly.

Mizuki tells her to look forward to the next step: going out in girl mode. Shinobu is nervous, but mizuki assures her that she’s even cuter so it’ll be totally fine.

“You’re still looking in the mirror! Did you fall in love with yourself?” Mizuki jokes. She says that she has a present ready for shinobu once she’s finished. It’s a makeup kit. Just a little something to welcome her to the world of crossdressing.

Mizuki has one more thing to say: “If we’re out and we meet someone we don’t want to catch us, call me mizuho.” She continues, “you should come up with a girl name too.”

After thinking for a suspiciously short time, our hero comes up with “紫乃” which can be read a few different ways. Until the game makes it more obvious, I’m going with “shina” as the reading, but “shino” and “yukarino” are apparently also options.

“Shina? Well, nice to meet you, shina.”

Shina stays up late imagining all kinds of different personas she could adopt, and eventually drifts off to sleep.

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#trans 2 #they're hitting so many genre tropes so quickly it's hard to keep track lmao

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jankandjonch · 1 year

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Angel Heart

this is self indulgent and definitely not everyone's cup of tea :)

happy birthday sweetpea <3

words: ~800 content warnings: nonbinary!sam, very soft

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“Oh, hello, pretty boy,” you smirked at him from the doorway of his dressing room. He blushed, biting into the full of his bottom lip and casting his stare to the floor. “Don’t you be shy on me now, baby.”

A grip on his chin has him panting out a breath. Funny. Such a small touch makes him so weak. Samuel is an effeminate man. Very comfortable with himself, and his likes and dislikes. He just so happens to like to be called pretty, beautiful, sugar, sweetheart, and maybe from time to time he likes to have you dress him up and do his hair and makeup. He only ever wants to be so pretty for you.

“Do you like it?,” he’s bashful, even after all this time. Even though he knows you accept him and all that he is.

“I love it, sweet baby. Jenn did so good,” you run your thumb across the top of his cheekbone where just a bit of highlighter sat. Admiring the gold eyeshadow, gold eyeliner, and gold rhinestone combo he was sporting. “Is that color?,” your thumb tugged on his bottom lip that was a bit more blush than usual, lingering with it pulled down as he nodded, looking up at you so sweet and shy.

“It’s that stain you like, I borrowed it from your purse, ’s that okay?,” his voice was gentle and easy, oh how you loved when he was like this.

“Yes baby doll, you know what’s mine is yours,” he nuzzled further into your hand as it still rested against his face. “You feeling soft?” It was a word with different meaning than some might think, especially outsides. He nodded against your hand, turning his neck to press a kiss to your wrist.

“Feel small,” he mutters into the skin there.

“Just have to make it through the show honey, and we can lay in bed, okay?,” while you had hoped to get to ravish him in this makeup look, wanting to see it run down his reddened cheeks as he broke into sweat and tears for you, you knew that wasn’t tonight’s destination.

Sam had never vocalized it to anyone before you, not even his brothers, his mother, his dearest friend Daniel. No one knew his brain the way he let you know it. You are always so proud of him, but never more than the night he finally spoke the words to you. “Nonbinary” was a word he wasn’t sure his use of. He just knew that he felt okay looking pretty. He knew that from behind when his long hair and the soft, gentle curves of his waist and bubble shaped rear got him misgendered - well, maybe it wasn’t such a miss after all.

“I think, I think I’m just okay. Being. Human. I don’t think, well I know it does for so many people, but not to me, well, yeah, I don’t think it matters to me, man or woman,” his cheeks were the brightest shade of red humanly possible, and he had been crying for some time to you already that night, this topic bringing such strong emotions out of him. “I’m just me. I don’t think I care what anyone else perceives that as.”

“For the record, the only thing I perceive that as is just fucking right,” you smiled big at him, showing him your full acceptance of his every word, pulling him and his full weight up on top of you in a bear hug. “You’re the prettiest, Sammy. The most handsome, the gentlest, the toughest, the sweetest sugar.”

“Mmm, like that,” he nuzzled down into your neck. “Can you call me those things? Is that okay?”

“What, honey?,” you ran your fingers into his hair, adjusting his head so you could find his eyes as he rested on your shoulder.

“Just. Anything…. girly. I like it, it makes me feel… small. In a good way,” he hid away again into the side of your neck.

“All you have to do is tell me what you prefer at that moment and I will always call you what you want. When you feel small I’ll call you my pretty baby. When you feel soft I’ll suck your tits,” dropping a light pinch to his nipple, “and call you my beautiful girlfriend. I’ll give you anything Sammy.”

You left him breathless that day. To accept him exactly as he is, to never let him shy away from himself or you, his true personality or identity.

“You love me so good,” the same words he’d muttered to you that night, fell from his lips tonight.

“You are very easy to love, my angel heart.”

#sammy #sam kiszka #sam f kiszka #samf #samuel kiszka #sam kiszka blurb #gvf #greta van fleet #gvf blurb #greta van fleet blurb #mine #blurb

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blanksbae · 2 years

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Don't go changing to try and please me

Not beta’d, all mistakes are mine. This was written when I was going through a rough/self-conscious patch. Totally fiction…you know the drill/rules regarding that.

Title from Billy Joel’s “Just The Way You Are”

One implied episode of spicy-ness/sex, but overall, ok for all ages to read.

Tagging: @calermakar08 @brenbrissonsgf @thombordy @driverpicksthe-music @erikports @1-800-iluvhockey @hockey-lover86 @huggybearr @ethancale @blankyblanks @barzyismyhusband13 @bordestapa @cobrakaisb @njdhischier @ice-hockey-is-pretty-cool @hockeyboysarehot

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The first time Nick sees you in your black jumper sleeper with the cover-up over the top, he’s a little perplexed. You always wear pants and one of his shirts to bed. He tells you that you look pretty though (and he doesn’t miss the way you blush a little).

“I don’t really.” You say, pulling the wrap tighter around yourself. “I’ve been sleeping hot the last couple of nights. I’m just…”

“Baby.” Nick says, coming over to you. “What’s going on?” He calls out your bullshit excuse immediately-when you get too hot, you just take off the pants and stay in his shirt. Or sometimes, you just sleep in a tank top and boy shorts. You’ve never done anything like this before.

“You love me even though I don’t wear girly things like dresses, or sexy pjs like this, or makeup, right?” Your voice is small as you remember what you heard in the stands the other night.

“Of course I do.” He said. “I love whatever you wear. As long as you’re comfortable, it could be a potato sack for all I care.” He tries to lighten the mood. “What’s going on? Did someone say something?” You avoid his gaze and look down, which confirms his suspicions. “What did they say?”

You still won’t look at him, so he tilts your chin up. “Baby, what did they say?” He hates the look he’s seeing right now, you looking so insecure and broken, with tears in your eyes.

“That you were dating some prude and you had a chick on the side who was meeting your needs. That they’d heard your girlfriend wasn’t even sure how to do her makeup or look like a real girl.” The tears fell as you thought back to what those pretty girls had said. That was actually some of the tamer things they had said. You had sat there and listened to it all, not wanting them to know you were the girlfriend-you were already self-conscious about your appearance to start with, and sometimes you wondered if Nick wanted something else, but he always reassured you he didn’t-but hearing others talk about you brought everything up to the surface-others were noticing it too.

“Babe.” Nick said. He had known girls could be mean, but he hadn’t realized how mean.

“Oh, but wait,” you said, rubbing your eyes. “Then they hit me with the dagger: that they bet you only were with me cause you feel sorry for me always being alone.” You looked up at Nick, who’s eyes had a fire behind them you’d never seen before.

“Who said that?” His tone was short and clipped, and you knew he was pissed.

“Nick, it’s just some stupid sorority girls. Don’t worry about it.” You ran your hand down his arm.

“Who. Said. It.” Each word contained so much fire behind it, and while it was hot to see him go to bat for you, you didn’t want to run those girls’ lives. They were just stupid bitches anyway.

You broke down and told him the girls’ names; he promised he wouldn’t do anything tonight, but he was gonna handle it, because, “No one talks about my girl like that.” He wiped the tears out of your eyes. “You don’t have to wear that if you don’t want to. I love seeing you in my shirt and pants. It’s more sexy anyway.”

“I’m good.” You said. “I should try to look a little more like a girl anyway.” You said. Then you decided to grab his hand and slide it up under the sleeper, to where your panties were already wet. “Besides, you going all protective mode’s doing it for me.”

He grinned as you sat up and pushed the bottom of the sleeper up and sat down in his lap. “Oh.”

After he’d cleaned you up and arranged you on your side so he could cuddle with you, Nick leaned in and whispered in your ear. “Love you baby.”

“I love you too.” You said, eyes slipping closed.

In the morning, you woke up still in Nick's arms and when he realized you were awake, he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Good morning sweetheart.”

“Morning.” You said, leaning back into him a little as he continued to pepper kisses along your shoulders.

“You stay here. I think we deserve coffee in bed this morning.” He said, sliding out of bed.

“Ok.” You rolled onto your back. You waited until he was out the door before you grabbed your cover up and tied it around you. You also pinned your hair up with a hair clip.

He came back in with a mug that you’d never seen before. “So, I had a whole different plan, but I think today is the day.” He said, sitting down his mug on the bedside table, and held out the new mug to you; you looked at the writing on it and saw the word “wifey” on it. You looked up to find him on one knee on the ground, ring in hand.

“Y/N, you have made me the happiest man in the world, and I don’t want to spend another day without you in my life. I want to share coffee in bed with you, and have late nights watching infomercials because we can’t sleep, and to have you wearing my clothes to bed. I want to come home to you after every road trip, and I want to see you in the stands wearing my name on your back. Y/N, would you do the honor of becoming my wife, Mrs. Blakenburg?” He held out the ring.

You managed to get the coffee cup over to your own bedside table without spilling too much coffee-your hands were shaking so bad. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face. “Yes!” You grinned, letting him slide the ring on your finger and kiss you. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” He said, tipping you back on the bed. You giggled, and then rolled out from under him, laughing as he groaned.

“We’ll have our ‘we just got engaged’ sex here in a minute. But first, coffee.” You laughed; Nick grinned too, knowing that nothing came between you and your morning coffee.

“Coffee.” He agreed, grabbing his mug and clinking it against yours. You leaned up against his side and you drank your coffee in a companionable silence. This was nice, and you definitely wanted more days like this.

After you were done, you carefully sat the mugs on his bedside table and then opened up your cover-up and sat down on top of him. The two of you rolled around a little, laughing and giggling, before he pinned you down and took control.

Once you were both showered and dressed for the day, he said, “We should probably tell our parents.”

“Yeah.” Both sets of your parents were excited, and you looked at Nick. “You can tell the boys at practice today. I’m going to tell my coworkers too.”

“Ok.”

You got married right after the offseason; you had followed him to Columbus. It had been nice, and you were enjoying life as Mrs. Blakenburg. The WAGs here were super nice, and you felt like you belonged here. It felt like there was something missing, and at the preseason team barbecue, you knew exactly what it was.

Nick was holding one of his teammates' kids, and that’s when it hit you like a ton of bricks. When you got home that night, you and Nick had a long talk, and he was on the same page. You decided to see what happened. You weren’t actively trying, but if it happened, it happened.

Then came the first time you thought you might be pregnant. You were four days late, but you were also stressed out at work, and with Nick’s schedule. You didn’t want to get his hopes up, but you did tell him when it was a week late. He was there when you took the test. When it was negative, you both were disappointed. You started your period the next day.

“You know,” Nick said, holding you close as another cramp wracked your body. “We could start trying if you want to.”

“I do.” You said. “Are you sure though?”

“More than anything.” He rubbed your side. “I can’t wait to see you singing lullabies and sending me a million pictures.”

“I can’t wait either. I want to see you rocking them to sleep and I can’t wait to blow up your phone with pictures.”

“Then it’s settled. We start trying right away.” He grinned. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

It took a couple months, but you had just taken the test and it was positive. You had gone to the doctor too, and they had confirmed it. Nick was coming home from a road trip tonight, and you knew the perfect way to tell him. You picked up the things you needed on the way home.

You were waiting up for him when he got home; that wasn’t unusual. What was strange was you were wearing that sleeper jumper again and there was a bag on his pillow. “Hi.” He said, leaning in for a kiss. “You didn’t have to wait up.”

“Hi. But I did.” You grinned. “I wanted to see you.”

“You’re wearing the jumper again.” He chuckled. I didn’t know you’d kept it.”

“I did. And I have a feeling I’m gonna need a couple more.” You grinned as confusion crossed his face. “Open the bag babe.”

The first thing he pulled out was a Columbus Blue Jackets T-shirt that said “#1 dad” on it. Then there was the little jersey you had that had “daddy” on the back with his number. You watched his eyes widen. When he pulled out the test, he looked over at you with a smile and tears in his eyes. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” You grinned, pulling out your own Columbus shirt with “#1 mom” and the picture of the sonogram. “We’re gonna be parents.”

“This is the best thing I’ve heard all day.” He grinned, laying down beside you on the bed and leaning in for another kiss. “I love you Mrs. Blankenburg. Or should I say, mom.”

“Love you too Mr. Blankenburg, er, I mean, dad.” You said.

“Can we tell the boys tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

You had told your parents first the next morning, then Nick’s Columbus teammates, and finally the Michigan boys. Everyone was excited; you relented and agreed to let Jimmy come up for a little (more because you knew it would make Nick feel better to know you weren’t alone).

True to your word, you sent him lots of pictures; you tried to get the appointments on days he was off, but sometimes it didn’t work out.

Nick had gotten in late tonight; you had woken up briefly and got your kiss from him and then went back to sleep; your little girl was due any day, and you were ready. The first couple of contractions startled you. Then your water broke and you knew it was time.

“Nick!” You shook him awake, feeling bad since he hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep. “It’s time.” You didn’t need to tell him twice; he was up and out of the bed in an instant, grabbing your hospital bag in one hand, and your hand in the other. He got you into car and you were off to the hospital.

As you got all checked in, he started calling your parents and his parents, along with the management of the Blue Jackets.

It took almost 22 hours, but she was finally here. You looked down at her in your arms. “Hi baby.” You looked at Nick. “You wanna hold her?”

He came and sat by you on the bed and let you transfer your daughter to his arms. “Hi Bethany, I’m your dad. I love you so much.” He looked back as he heard you sniffle. “You ok?”

“Yeah.” You wiped away tears. “Bethany?” That had been one of the names on your list, but you hadn’t decided yet.

“I was thinking we could call her Beth,” he said, knowing he was going to make you cry more-you had lost your “second mom” (your behind neighbor) right at the beginning of the pregnancy.”

“It’s perfect.” You said. “Welcome to the world Bethany Nicole Blakenburg.”

Now it was Nick’s turn to get a little emotional. “Nicole?” That one had also been on the short list of names.

“It flows well. Plus, that way she always has a part of her dad with her.” You said.

“Perfect.” He grinned, handing you Bethany back. “Picture for the boys?”

“Alright.” He came to sit by you on the bed. He took a picture and sent it to both of your parents, the Columbus group chat, and the Michigan group chat. “Get some rest mom, you earned it,” he said, calling for the nurse to come take the baby for a little bit.

“Ok. Love you Nick.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

#here-for-Bords writes #hockey imagine #hockey blurb #umich hockey imagine #umich hockey blurb #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #nhl fic #nick blankenburg fic #nick blankenburg X reader #nick blankenburg imagine

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shidouryusm · 8 months

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The more you know…

Introduce yourself, you dumb bit-

HI! I'm Sami. A South Asian STEM girly who's barely navigating through life (Im lying, im just dramatic).

I'm in my 20s and completing my biochemistry major.

ENTP and a march pisces

I used to be @bokutoslittledoll but I dropped off the face of tumblr for almost a year and now Satoru has brought me back hehe-

That's enough. What's your hobbies?

I’m really into collecting books, I try to get my hands on the hardcover editions of every one of my favourite classics. Avid reader of Haruki Murakami. My favourite books currently are- No Longer Human, Kafka On the Shore, Before the Coffee gets cold, don't hate me but I love the twisted series TEEHEEHEE (it's basic but so good for imagination whaat)

Music is 90% of my personality. I'm really into K-Pop now (If you like New Jeans, no questions asked, we are married) and apart from that Chase Atlantic, Lana Del Rey, Taylor Swift, Sza, Doja, Harry Styles, Mitski, Laufey and Ariana Grande makes up most of my personality.

I also indulge in painting- therapeutic for my mental sanity.

Writing (lol no shit) I did write for my campus newspaper so there you go- writer girly

I do coffee shop hunting. If you're down for it, issa date <3

You talk too much. Likes and Dislikes?

My favourite colour is beige, pink, sage green and maroon red.

I live for pasta (any sort) and blended coffees and ramen.

I can die for my friends so they are on my likes literally always.

For animes- Haikyuu (Still ontop) , jujutsu kaisen, horimiya, loving yamada at level 999, Spy x family and Vanitas no Carte

Others: winter, oceans, sea beaches, colourful skies, sunshines that don't burn your skin, sports, floral dresses, white bowties, platform heels, travelling, my traditional clothing- sarees, early mornings, I really love babies but I absolutely don't want one lol, every single kind of makeup, haircare, skincare, academic validation, good grades, good dick.

....and dislikes?

I hate when people pathologically lie. People trying to stop you from growing into own self, obnoxiously arrogant people, goading people- in general if you're a piece of shit- I hate you. Also kind of gamers ( my ex was a gamer and a real piece of shitty work so I have a distaste of them, which is ironic my fav anime is loving yamada rn- but you're good I'll gently kiss you and love you)

Others: I HATE HATE HATE flies, why are you here? there's literally no purpose of your existence. Mochas. Broccoli and can't think of anything else...

Currently Watching? Blue lock

Currently Reading? A good girl's guide to murder

Current Status? Idle

OMG YOU TALK SO MUCH

Why thank you im an entp (middle pic is actually mine lol)

thank you for staying put

#linked with navi #if you see this on your dash #ignore lol

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chaifootsteps · 9 months

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I relate to Bridget in a trans way, but like, in the opposite direction. Please forgive me for the amount of oversharing I am about to do, I apologize for the wall of text.

When I was a kid, I was the only daughter amongst my siblings. So my mom, ever since I was young, wanted me to be sort of a miniature version of her. Tried to get me to like makeup, dresses, Barbies, the kind of music she liked, you get the idea. Hell, for my first three Halloweens, I was a cheerleader. But my grandmother gave me plastic dinosaurs and my dad gave me his old rock CDs, and I took to playing in the mud and bugs instead of hanging out with other girls, and suddenly it became apparent, even from a young age, that I wasn’t going to turn out to be like her.

And honestly? I think she still resents me for it. She always bought dolls instead of dinosaur toys, and even until college she controlled my entire wardrobe. I couldn’t buy anything without sending her a picture first. She controlled everything I ate because she didn’t want me to get fat, and for a period of time made me weigh myself before I could eat dinner. Entire sections of the pantry were off-limits to me, and only me. She’d force me into makeup and girly clothes whenever we went out, and if I refused, would threaten to cut my long hair because “I obviously didn’t want to look like a girl”. I wasn’t even allowed to be what I wanted for Halloween (a werewolf or anything scary) because she would always break the costume if she didn’t like it.

Even today, there’s a point of contention between us. She loathes the fact that I was able to get myself a suit, loathes the fact that I wear a binder. Says I’ll be mutilating myself if I ever get top surgery, and that I was so, so lucky to be born pretty, that I’m an idiot for wanting to throw that all away. Tells me that, if I do “think I’m a man” that I should tell her now so she can “start to grieve”. Says no one will ever see me as a dude regardless if I don’t cut my hair, and that “people like me” will never get a good job, and that I’ll just end up some “creepy boss’s whore”.

I can relate to that in Bridget, in being forced into something since you were small because your parents thought that would be best for one reason or another. Wanted something else out of you that was never in you in the first place. My relationship with gender is a weird one— I don’t call myself “trans”, just “androgynous”— but in those old lines where he said that he was a boy, I fucking got it. I got repeatedly telling others that it didn’t matter what you looked like, it didn’t matter if your hair was too long or your favorite color was too girly or whatever. It didn’t matter if I didn’t want to change my presentation too much, because I knew who I was inside and I knew how I wanted to be perceived by others, and dammit even if no one else saw it in me, I’d make sure to tell them anyways.

So like, seeing him be forced to be trans by the writers, and hearing that his abusive parents were “always right” in a sense? That maybe he’d figured out he was trans, but “wanted to explore that in his own way”, even if it was entirely fucked up that he was basically pressured into being like that since he was small? Hearing everyone celebrate that because being a girl is somehow “better” than being a guy?

It feels really fucking bad.

First of all, thank you for sharing this, Anon. The way your mom treated you was supremely fucked up; your life was your own, not a vehicle for whatever issues she has. I hope you're doing better now.

You hit the nail on the head. Bridget was never trans, but instead represented something more complicated that applied, like tofu soaking up the surrounding flavors in a pan, to different people all across the spectrum of gender nonconforming things. Like a lot of characters that have ended up in the same boat as Bridget, Bridget represented the feeling of being forced to present as something you weren't, of how ridiculous society could be. He wasn't exactly angsty about it, but the fact that he'd been forced to grow up presenting as a girl (or be in danger) when he didn't see himself as one had undeniably fucked him up a little, to the point where he wore a handcuff representing it, which comes off in the Jam endings. But he always knew exactly what he was, and he was loudly, boldly, unapologetically who he was, which was a guy. For a lot of us, he was our first taste of all of this.

There's this extremely cruel narrative that only "porn sick femboys" are upset about the Bridget retcon, but for a lot of those guys, Bridget was the first one to ever tell them that wearing a skirt didn't make you less of a man. Androgynous people like you related to Bridget. Trans guys like me related to Bridget.

To be told (by a good chunk of people who never touched Guilty Gear before Strive no less) that it's fine if a little kid grows up the way Bridget does, that it was good for it to happen? To be told he was never ours in the first place?

That's so, so fucking shitty.

#Anonymous #Guilty Gear #Bridget #actual blog post

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nonclassyparty · 2 years

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firstly, tell me why i had that wooyoung shit figured OUT LMAOOO. I literally called it HAHAHA. the way i knew this fool was part of the fruit community

i love the idea that like this story and your writing in general continues to make me go, men ain’t shit fr. but then my tiktok has san getting scared while playing video games and mingi being called pink princess like 🧌.

reading this story with the prologue in mind is insane bc i get that technically no one has really done anything wrong yet ? per se. but san rlly is or ig…is going to be? a grade a asshole.

atp i can understand that sans not at fault (YET apparently) bc like, let’s be real LMAO the agreement was set in place and even y/n herself UNDERSTANDS it, she just continues to play into it bc of her feelings. i cant imagine how san ACTUALLY ends up fucking up (ig putting aside the fact that he couldn’t even be a friend or at the very least an acquaintance and help her w her assignment). like ik y/n probably WILL get mad but she doesn’t rlly hav the right to get mad at him for kissing that girl watever her name is cus she and san aren’t exclusive. but like regardless of the fact, i’m stil obv rooting for y/n bc she’s going through it and she’s being treated terribly by so many ppl for stupid reasons, esp w the knowledge that they all think so shallowly of her and don’t take into account any of her actual interests or experiences like damn.

AND THEN there’s like the fact that (entirely from context and my assumptions alone) y/n didn’t even outright SAY any of this or tell san how she felt until she wrote that letter AFTER THE FACT like ??? that’s INSANE like my brain is scrambling to finish the puzzle before i even hav all the pieces. like ik u said ur not sure about the ending but does san get the letter ? do we even see how he reacts to it ???? (i’m assuming she’ll tell wooyoung or hongjoong tbh)

ALSO i can’t get over the description of why yunho doesn’t like y/n like…damn, homie’s giving incel energy. giving nate jacobs wanting maddy to be a virgin energy (but not nate jacobs wanting maddy cus yunho apparently can’t handle high maintenance bad bitches). idk he’s giving very small peepee, in the closet, daddy issues energy and yeosangs got his own issues that we don’t even know about yet like don’t let me find out i’ll probably lose it.

i’m LITERALLY rambling nonsense and i’m at work rn. anyways amazing work ONCE AGAIN. i cant get over how you write and how you flesh out the characters. cant wait for my boy mingi to be properly introduced. let’s see how my emotions handle that.

-🧃

there is so much to discuss in this message hold on;

first of all, wooyoung being part of the skittles squad well idk how you got that right i'll be honest with you

this is exactly why when i write i have to stay away from atz content bc i went and watched the new wanteez eps today and i just cant write afterwards bc san is so fawking soft and precious how am i supposed to write him as a fuckboy that breaks hearts??? at one point i was like 'damn i shouldve picked someone else as the fuckboy for starring role' and not HIM😭😭

about san fucking up, it will happen in act 8 and i cant say anything else without giving away spoilers but yes! san never promised her anything, yn is aware of it and she knows where the two of them stand deep down but she just doesnt want to accept it (spoiler: that will basically be what the next chapter is about). also keep in mind that the story doesnt end with the letter, there are a couple more chapters afterwards 😭

YUNHO. WAIT NOT TOO MUCH ON HIM?? thats still my man but i wasnt really going for that sort of energy but now re-reading the part about him, i could see why it might've came off like that 😭. basically, with yunho i was going for the type of guy that doesnt like spoilt girly girls who care about makeup, clothes and are shallow, that only dates girls who, by his standards, have some depth to them and are sorta not-like-other-girls but in a pinterest cottage core aesthetic way (kjsghdjfhkfdj??? idk if that makes sense but he likes sweet girls who he can bring back home to his parents basically. its pretty much what svoh yn was) and yet he would still sleep with starring role yn without a doubt 😭. he was inspired by many guys ive meet in college

yeosang's storyline...im kind of nervous about revealing it tbh, also mingi will be properly introduced in the next chapter! as something much more than just boyoung's friend.

thank you so much for this message, i always look forward to yours in particular and theyre so fun to read. i really appreciate them. i hope you have a good day 💝

#🧃anon

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savingspoons · 29 days

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Getting Inked with Chelsea B

So, my sleeve is complete and I fucking love it. Take a look!

Since I was old enough to know what tattoos were, I wanted them. After a few hours in the shop, I leave knowing myself a little more than when I went in. My body now more of my own design, something I can smile at in the mirror.

It may sound odd to some, having a pain inducing disorder and choosing to have pain inducing hobby. I have to save up so many extra spoons for tattoo days and for the days that follow. I even time my days off at work around appointments so I can get extra rest. But looking at my ink, well I think it gives me back some spoons.

Fibromyalgia makes me feel very out of control. It makes my body rebel against itself with pain.

But a tattoo that’s something I chose, I chose the way it looks, where it’s placed, and I make the choice to take the pain. Getting to take control of my body is empowering and vital to my sanity.

My disease might be invisible, but I am not. My tattoo’s help me to feel seen. Even if I’m holding onto the wall or a stairwell railing for support, now I look cool doing it. Right?

This is Riverside Tattoo parlor in Savannah, Georgia. Where I spent 5 sessions with Chelsea Beckworth getting inked.

This place has the coolest vibes. Riverside is Savannah’s very first fully queer-owned and operated tattoo studio.

There I am, hanging out before one of my appointments because I am super early for everything But I've always got a book with me so that's never a problem. Speaking of....

If you haven't read The Butcher and the Wren by Alaina Urquhart, run to your nearest bookstore and get yourself a copy. This thriller by the co-host true crime podcast Morbid is a MUST read and I am seriously on edge waiting for the sequel to release this fall.

Literally Could not have picked a better artist, or person. I mean look at this doll!

Chelsea was more than understanding about my medical condition and made sure to let me know that this was at my pace- not to apologize for needing breaks or anything else. During our sessions she was super chill when I needed to adjust how I was positioned – because we all know how great fibro is not being able to be in one spot for more than 20 minutes without pain.

Going in for that first session I was excited and scared. My last tattoo was in my twenties and that’s been more than a decade ago.

Ugh. Did I really just type that?

With some minor hick-ups, like after my third appointment getting the tattoo flu because I didn’t take care of myself after - with plenty of rest, hydration and proper nutrition.

Yeah, that sucked. Or how I had to reschedule the 4th appointment because my HRT shot went awry sending me to the emergency room… A little over a year and a half later we were finished, and I now have this beautiful black and gray sleeve forever.

Now I want to tell you about Chelsae Beckworth as I totally believe she deserves recognition and just ugh everything. Honestly-This chick is the best. We met for coffee at the absolute cutest little café not 3 minutes’ walk from the shop, the morning before my last appointment.

Sitting across from me relaxed and chatting with the barista’s of Superbloom I find Chelsae Beckworth drinking her iced latte-extra shot- please and thank you ma’am. She looks just as at home here as she is two streets away at Riverside Tattoo Parlor where she has worked for the last 3-4 years. This self-described earthy girlie who loves lizardling in the sunshine is a Taurus whose playlist includes everything from Celine Dion to Shania Twain and podcast like Two Hot Takes and Trixie and Katya.

Aren’t we all listening to Trixie and Katya though? If not, you should be.

When asked how she would describe her personal artistic style without missing a beat Chelsea said, ‘Cutesy but with some darkness to it’.

Immediately this came to mind, because this is totally the vibes Beckworth gives off.

Having a background in makeup then finding herself in the world of tattooing and becoming an apprentice from her mom’s friend from church makes the above gif even more spot on. She tells me that one of the hardest parts of her job is the imposter syndrome the comes along with it and having people see her separate from her job. She’s not just a tattoo artist she’s also someone who loves to cook and go rollerblading, a cat mom of two, and someone who hates getting tattooed.

Just look at these cuties- Beans and Brussels Sprouts

When deciding which artist to work with it’s always a good idea to pick someone who enjoys doing the type of work you’re looking for. (Realism, traditional, watercolor, neo traditional, trash polka, new school, fine line) It generally makes for a better piece of art in the end. Some favorite of Chelseas are pin ups, heavy line work, small and quick projects and she also is looking forward to working on traditional pieces in the future. My sleeve was a much larger undertaking and I totally played tattoo pizza with her at times (can we add this here, what about another bee over here? Sorry Chelsea!) but she smashed it and I think I can safely say we both had some fun getting this done.

I asked Chelsea to send me what her favorite tattoo’s she’s done, and these are a few that she sent- I mean lets be serious everything the woman does is fabulous people.

If you find yourself in the low country and need some ink. Go visit my girl Chelsea and in her own words - " Come get cool tat and lets chat".

#RiversideTattooParlor #SavannahGeorgia #TattooSleeve #fibromyalgia

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theaceupyourslave · 10 months

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So a boy in in my school liked me and asked around people in my class about me saying he liked my style, and that goth girls are his type. The fact is, I’m not goth. I just have a very black based closet and it could be called an emo closet but it’s not really that emo but you get the point. And I’m not really into boys and stuff so I didn’t care plus he didn’t have the guts to tell me anything and neither did anyone else and I learned about this like a year after this. The fact was he liked my best friend before me and she’s the flower flower girly girl. So we know he’s just desperate and bullshitting and we hated him even more. Now this year me and him are in the same house in our school and all the competitions are based off of house teams, so we are team mates.(note I’d never talked to him before cause I’m an introvert with a resting bitch face and don’t talk with anyone basically) and last day while we were talking he asked me out of nowhere if I was a goth.

But the fact is, the way he pronounced goth was like goat. He said “are you a goath?” And I just. Stared at him for like. A couple of tens of seconds totally blank cause. Did he just ask me if I’m a goat? And he started describing what a goath is by saying “ yk, they wear chains and dark makeup and black? Are you goath? “

So, since I’m officially a goath now. I feel the responsibility to spread my nation’s identity and call upon my fellow goaths for providing some diversity.

#please do the artistic rendition I can not find one on the internet without any stock market sign on it #just give me a goat pic I’ll try to do the rest #gothic #shitposting #shitposts #goth

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ravewood · 2 years

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After Party: Fezco Imagine

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Sometimes you meet that one person in your life, the one that just makes sense. You don’t remember a time before them and can’t imagine one without them.

Fezco was your best friend. You first met back in high school, both dumb pothead freshman. You sat in the back of biology class, with slightly baggy cargo pants and a large black hoodie over.

“Hey Bro, you got a pencil?” Fez asked as he kicked your chair slightly to wake you up.

“Uh here.” You mumbled looking over and handing him a lead pencil. Who doesn’t bring a pencil first day of school?

“Pink? That’s a little girly” He asked giving you a goofy smile.

“I am a girl.” You said letting the hoodie fall off. Fez’s eyes widens noticing how pretty you where even with no makeup and the baggy clothes.

“Shit- my bad” He said hoping he didn’t fuck it up with his lab partner before the year even started.

But in fact it didn’t bother you at all, you never where one to flaunt your body, you didn’t like more attention on you. And that year that’s all it took for Fez to mingle his way in your life.

You almost wanted to hate him when he dropped out of school leaving you alone. You weren’t really alone, you had Rue and a few others but now you here a senior.

“Got any bud on you?” You asked before jumping on the counter of Fez’s convent store.

“You ain’t hang out with me for free weed” Fez teased as he looked over at you. He felt his cheeks slightly heat up when he noticed you wearing a tight tank top and a huge pair of sweat pants. Parts of your stomach was exposed and your boobs still looked pretty huge even if you only wore a sports bra. He wasn't used to you showing skin. Since the day he met you, it was always baggy clothes.

Then something happened, he’s not sure when or why but you seemed more of a girl to him. You weren’t self concise about your body, you thought you had pretty good assets actually. But you just never wanted people to stare. You never had anyone to impress either so why not be comfortable all the time instead.

“I would never, I just ran out” You said as you where kicking your legs watching him stock the beer.

“You went through it that fast?” He asked giving you a look with a raised eyebrow.

“I had a lot of college essays to get through, couldn’t do it without being high” You huffed as you opened a soda.

“Hey Fez” You heard a shy voice. You looked up to se Lexi standing against the refrigerators.

“Lexi Howard, how are you?” He asked bring his attention to her.

“ I’m good.” He started but you just rolled your eyes before jumping off the counter and finding Ash in the back. You grabbed a rolled blunt smiling as you sent Ash an wink before taking it.

“Jesus Y/N, what did I tell you about smoking inside the store.” Fez said giving you a glare. Lexi was already making her way out the store.

“Sorry sorry. So you and Lexi?” You asked giving him a nudge.

“Nah I don’t know. She’s cool” Fez said not wanting to talk about it, especially with you.

“She’s pretty.” You admitted. sure you knew he kind of, you knew her sister Cassie way more.

“You into girls now ma?” Fez asked smirking.

“No it’s not like that gezz.” You said getting annoyed with this conversation already.

“You sure?” He said pushing you a little too much.

“High school boys are just dumb. Whats the point of dating? Bad sex and emotional damage? “ You asked before rolling your eyes and making your way out the store. It bothered you that Fez didn’t see you as anything else. It was probably the same as he saw Rue. Fez just sighed going back to work and not minding out little out burst.

“Do you think I’m ugly?” You asked out of no where making Rue let out a laugh. Beside Fez, Rue was your number one. You’ve stuck with her through the worst.

“What’s this about?” she said passing you back the blunt.

“Do you think Fez sees me as a guy or somthin?” You asked knowing Rue was pretty close to Fezco.

“No you just never give him the time of day to see you a different way.” She said honestly. She’s knows you pretty well.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” You asked looking up at her from your bed.

“Maybe dress up, show off that you can be more womenly or whatever.” Rue said thinking over what she was trying to say.

“I know the perfect person for this.” Rue said as her eyes got bright as if a light bulb went off.

That’s how you found yourself Friday at Jules house with Rue. She knew there was going to a house party and knew that Jules is the perfect person to help you dress up and feel confidant.

“This feels weird.” You huffed as Jules did your makeup. You weren’t new to makeup but the most you’d do would be mascara and your eye brows.

“ You look great, I wish I had this much ass.” Jules said as she perfected your cat eye. You wore a white spaghetti strap dress that clung to ever curve. It might have been a size or two too small since it was Jules’.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” You said looking at yourself.

“No this is a great idea” Rue said laughing before pulling you along with Jules out the house.

The house was filled with drunk and high teenagers. The music was way too loud echoing almost. You felt too many eyes on you as you moved through the crowd with a drink. Your eyes darted to a certain someone leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Well look at you (y/l/n).” Fez said still not being able to comprehend that this was his best friend in front of him.

“Kind of Rue and Jules doing.” You said looking down at the mini dress. You had to admit you did feel pretty.

“For what?” Fez asked not knowing why’d you be dressed in this get up. To him you where always the prettiest in the room, it seemed like you drew attention even when you dressed like a 12 year old boy. Fezco never seemed to worry about boys around you, you always brunt their ego.

“You don’t like it?” You asked feeling a little self conscious under his stare.

“Nah ma, you like nice.” He said as a slightly pink blush came to his face that matched your own pink blush. But before you can say anything else someone came up to Fez to make a deal. And you knew better then to get involved with Fezco’s job.

That’s how you found yourself a few too many drinks in and stupidly dancing with Maddy and Cassie. Fez would bounce back from making deals to making sure to keep an eye on you. He knew this wasn’t good.

“I-m going to get another drink” You mumbled pushing yourself away from the crowd.

“Gross” You sighed looking at all the beer and half finished drinks everywhere.

“(y/n) never thought you would be hiding this much.” Nate voiced chimed in making you cringe as his eyes scanned every part of you.

“And?” You said not even bother to give him any attention as you grabbed the vodka and pouring it in a cup mixing it with soda.

“Do you want to dance? Or I have more booze in my truck?” Nate asked stepping a little too close to you.

“No thanks.” You said rolling your eyes. You weren’t best of friends with Maddy but everyone knew her and Nate’s on and off again toxic romance. And you wanted no part in any of it.

“Come on, why else would you come out looking like this?” He asked grabbing your wrist pulling you closer to himself.

“Fuck off Nate.” You mumbled trying to push away from him. As you turned bringing the drink to your lips you felt his hand on your upper arm puling you back.

“What the fuck.” You groaned as you felt the drink spill over you. And maybe wearing a tight white dress and no bra wasn’t the best idea.

“Holy shit.” Nate whispered with a smirk as he stared you down. He didn’t have a chance to do much else as Fez came up shoving him away from you. He lets you out of his sight for 5 minutes and your in a wet t shirt contest with Nate.

Fezco quickly slipped off his green sweat and pulled it over your head. He notice the look of dread in your glossed over eyes. It was the puppy eyes he could never say no to. He knew when your lip quivered you where either angry or about to cry.

“Ash take her to the car, we’re bout to roll out.” Fez said gently pushing you back to Ash.

“Fez don’t” You said reaching out grabbing his wrist. You knew he could get violent especially with Nate Jacobs.

“Please ma, Just go to the car.” Fez said with pleading eyes. He didn’t want you to see what he was about to do. Maybe if it was someone else he would’ve just took you and drove you back to his home. But it was Nate, and there was too much bad blood there.

“Yo really startin’ to become a pain in my ass.” Fez said not liking the smirk on Nate’s face.

“It wasn’t like that man.” Nate started to say but quickly got cut off when Fezco grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him up against the wall. Though Nate was taller he stood no chance against Fezco strength.

“I ain’t gonna beat the shit out of you again.” Fez said fuming with anger that he was trying to control.

“But you go near (y/n) you as good as dead.” Fez said glaring through Nate.

“What are you her guard dog? She shouldn’t be flaunting around like that if she didn’t want attention-” Fez couldn't take it. He let his anger over as his fist kept hitting Nate.

“I ain’t gonna hold back next time. Leave her da fuck alone.” Fez said letting go of Nate letting him fall to the floor. He walked out to the car to seeAsh sitting in the back. Fez got in noticing you passed out as Ash held your hair from your face.

“She good?” Fez asked driving back towards their house.

“Yeah, ain’t ever see her this drunk before” Ash said not paying mind to his older bother. Fez kept stealing glances to make sure you where fine all the way home.

“Come on now Ma.” Fez said as he pulled you out the car. He quickly picked you up brining you in the house.

“Got to wake up lil ma.” He said as he sat you on top of the counter in his bathroom.

“No” You mumbled feeling like if you open your eyes you might throw up. Your whole body felt like it was spinning in motion.

“Got to get you cleaned up” He said as he took a wet wash cloth and pressed it to your forehead.

“mhmmm Fez” You whispered opening your eyes barley.

“Tonight sucked” You mumbled out finally feeling like you where a little more there in reality. You jumped off the counter slowly peeling the sweater off and throwing it in the hamper. Fez couldn’t help when his eyes darted to your wet dress that clung to everything.

“What you thinkin comin dressed like that?” Fez asked wanting to know what was going on in your head. He never had trouble before knowing everything going on with you. But this was really out of the blue for you.

“I was trying to be more.” You said still drunk in thoughts.

“More?” Fez asked desperate to get a real honest answer from you that actually made sense.

“Just more of a girl.” You said thinking of how to word your scrambled thoughts without sounded like a complete dumbass.

“You are a girl?” Fez pressed since this still wasn’t making any sense to him.

“I just wanted you to look at me differently.” You confessed rolling your eyes at your best friend who still held a puzzled look. He watched your every move as you walked to turn on the shower. Your body felt so sticky, the dress felt too tight and you swore you could hear your own heart rate pounding through your head.

“I just thought I could be more pretty.” You said as he walked closer to you.

“Your so damn pretty. Why you got to make it weird. Thought I was more to you then that.” Fez said finally putting the pieces together.

"Didn’t feel like you saw me more then some bro.” You said as your hands rested on his chest as he cornered you against the counter.

“You are my bro, you my best friend. Your my family. I ain’t got much but your the most important constance in my life ma.” Fez confessed as his hand came to hold your waist.

“I love you. I ain’t good with words but thought you knew that ma?” He said slowly leaning down his eyes almost begging for some sober response from you.

“I love you stupid, why didn’t you ever just make a move or something?” You asked hitting his chest.

“Why didn’t you?” He said as he made you look up at him.

“touche” You whispered leaning closer to him. His lips pressed against your sending a shiver down your spin. It felt like your body was acting on it’s own as your gripped on to him like dear life. Fez pulled you up as you legs wrapped around his waist. He never felt like this, like everything just made sense. The kiss felt like it was everything and he couldn’t get enough of you.

“Fez” You whimpered as he forced himself to pull away from you.

“Just shower, I ain’t takin you drunk.” He said still a little breathless from the kiss.

“I’m not drunk” You huffed out but you knew you had no room to argue with him.

“Please (y/n)” He said nodding to the shower. You gave up pulling off the dress making Fez freeze. He never seen you like this, and maybe you still had a little bit of drunk confidence. You slipped into the shower as Fez walked out the bathroom.

When you where done you slipped out finding a pair a sweats and hoodie folded on the counter for you. It was your favorite hoodie of his. You walked back into his room to find him in his bed on his phone.

“How you feelin?” He asked lifting the blanket so you could join him.

“Not great.” You mumbled curling up at his side like you’ve done many times before.

“Ight go to sleep, tomorrow gonna be a new day.” Fez said wrapping his arm around you. He was right, too much has happened today.

“I love you ma.” He whispered before pressing you closer to him. You smiled letting sleep finally take over knowing you theres no other place you’d rather be then here with Fezco.

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So I’ve been working on this for a little while now after a comment @supershiny-raven left on one of my post. I present to you:

How the others find out you and the turtles are dating.

Raphael entered the Lair with you in his arms. His brothers stumbling by him, Leonardo actually tripping.

The gang had gone to drink at Vern’s fancy penthouse, a round of drinks had turned to four and before anybody had common sense he had broken out his fancy wine collection.

That had truly been everyone’s undoing.

Yours as well.

Raphael the tank had pretty much only gotten buzzed, even more so upon seeing your state he figured he needed to somehow get you and everyone else home safe and in one piece.

“Where do we dump Donnie?” April had one of his arms slung over her shoulder while Mikey had his other, they had quickly found out the purple banded terrapin was a fan of wine. “Whatever is flat and comfortable, you think you can manage him and Leo?” Raphael nudged his older brother who had dozed off while resting against the couch.

“Yeah yeah brah, we totally-“ He unceremoniously let his brother fall on the nearest cot, poor April taken along for the ride. “Shit, sorry girly”

Raph shook his head, you groaned stirring awake and tightening your hold on him. Raph was basically carrying you with one arm beneath your rear. Making his way towards his room he gently placed you on his bed and set about the task of removing your shoes. “Hey hey mister, I got a boyfriend” You squinted at the large terrapin at the end of the bed.

“Yeah I heard, lucky guy gets to put ya drunk ass to bed, where’s your makeup bag baby?” He got up when you half hazardously pointed at the dresser.

Pushing yourself up a little on your elbows you watched him gather your face creams and a pack of makeup wipes. He sat back down but next to you and motioned towards his lap. “C’mere, let’s get your face off” You giggled when he manhandled you onto his thigh and took out the wipes. Slowly and in the most excruciatingly loving way Raphael set out to wipe off your makeup. Each stroke removing foundation and eyeshadow, you mumbled something he somehow understood in your inebriated state. “Yeah yeah I got ya kid” With all the careful dexterity he developed over time, he gently removed your eyelashes.

“Somebody has been paying attention” You giggled, feeling the buzz in your body shift into grogginess. Raphael looked inside the bag, adding some cream to your face to hydrate it. He examined his work, a lazy smile as he caressed your face. It felt bizarre he could actually do this, touch a beautiful girl and do something so silly as help them out with their face routine. The two of you had been rather quiet about your relationship, enjoying it all to yourselves.

“Ya were the cutest drunk at that party” He ran his knuckles across your chin, You smiled sleepily lifting up enough to catch his lips in a languid kiss.

The door creaked open and there stood April, her own slightly drunk face breaking out into a sweet smile. The two pairs of eyes that landed on her read ‘get out’ and ‘keep your mouth shut’ slowly April backed up nodding with a giggle.

Then there was a ruckus of what Raphael only assumed was April tripping and Leo drunkly laughing his ass off.

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Michelangelo

Oh he was screwed.

So insanely screwed.

How could he misplace something he kept on his person so diligently?

Mikey turned over everything he could in his room, currently he had done just that with the mattress but to no avail.

His phone was missing.

His phone with that very scandalous polaroid you’d taken for him.

Mikey had nearly passed out when you gifted him the picture and to his delight he had stuck the polaroid on the back of his phone in its clear phone case. He kept his phone on him all the time, sure he’d have to be a little sneaky about placing it down but he could manage.

Now though? He was about to have a coronary.

Okay, currently in this disaster there was no trace of it. This meant he’d have to scavenge the living room.

Where his family was.

Mikey swallowed and scurried out with a silent prayer that it would there.

Raphael and Leonardo were currently watching a basketball game. They seemed pretty engrossed and perhaps wouldn’t notice that he was scouring the ends of the earth for his actual girlfriend’s literal boobs. He peaked aglance at the couch, his large brothers had to take up so much space to make it worse.

“What are you looking for?” Came Donnie’s voice from the kitchen. The orange banded turtle froze, he tried giving him a nonchalant shrug. “Just checking how I can give Raph a wedgie ya know” Donnie raised a brow ridge, mug of coffee to his lips.

“I double dare ya numbnuts, the Knicks are down ten points and I’m pissed” Raph grunted as the opposing team landed another shot and Leo sighed exasperated with the outcome. His eldest brother got up thankfully which allowed him to take a look at the that side of the sofa. To his dread but relief there wasn’t anything.

Where the fuck was his phone?!

“Hey snot face, can ya order a pizza?” Raph grumbled as the game seem to worsen, a pizza could fix up his mood. Mikey frozen, mouthing a series of ‘shit shit shit’ as he frantically looked around.

“Oh man that would fix this terrible game, can you order it with extra bacon too?” Leo went straight to the fridge to grab something to drink. “Order some cheesy sticks too will you?” Donnie asked as he poured himself another mug of coffee.

Yes all of this sounded wonderful and his stomach did grumble but

HIS GIRLFRIENDS BOOBS.

Raph had scooted further to grab his own soda from the coffee table and just as he did he saw his phone. Relief washed over him but to his immense dismay and terror, the back of his phone was facing up. Which means the clear case he had was displaying the infamous polaroid he had been gifted.

You had simply asked him one thing.

‘Please don’t let your brothers see my tits’

It all felt slow motion, his eyes going wide, his hand diving to the couch and just as he did, Raph’s quick reflexes kicked in unfortunately and he turned to grab his youngest brothers wrist. “Ya ain’t giving me a wedgie man!!”

Raph’s eyes followed Mikey’s hand and then his eyes bugged out.

“Why are there titties on the sofa?!” Raph made for the phone but only got a face full of pillow cushion. He snatched the phone before it could be grabbed by anybody else. The red banded brute grinned as his brother hugged the phone to his chest. “Advert your gaze you perv!” Mikey all but shrieked.

“I’m not the one walking around with a titty pic as my phone cover” Raph grinned, just to make matters worse Leo and Donnie had gathered.

“Mikey why are you walking around with a random porn pic on your phone cover” Came Donnie’s disapproving tone.

“It’s a polaroid” Was all Raph needed to say.

The silence that fell was brief, then a series of ‘ooh’s’ sounded off and Mikey all but frowned and felt his cheeks heat up.

“No way! That can’t be...” Leo was incredulous. The relationship between Mike and you had remained rather on the down low. It was fun, a little secret away from the world that could stay between the two of you.

“Mikey, are you and y/n a thing?” Donnie asked exactly what the rest wanted to know but Mikey dreaded to answer. He sighed dramatically and tucked his phone into his pocket, shooting Raph a glare as his green eyes followed the motion.

“Listen dudes she made me promise that nobody would see that picture and I’ve already broken that cardinal rule thanks to this jerk face” He frowned at Raph, who in turn rolled his eyes.

“Well maybe keep the picture in your wallet or your room?” Leo sipped his soda with a matter of fact tone.

“Or as a background on your phone cause honestly man” Donnie smiled to himself when Mikey shot him an incredulous look. “Why’d she give you that?” Raph inquired sneakily with a smirk.

“For our three month anniver- AH YOU DICK” Mikey huffed out as Raph began to laugh, it was so easy to trick Mikey when one played their cards right.

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Donatello

Investigating could take a toll on anybody, even if by all means you weren’t a detective it still didn’t mean you wouldn’t find yourself researching and investigating crime. It seems to be part of the job description when you befriend four giant crime fighting terrapins.

In away you could help, you did.

Everyone had huddled around the living room, the coffee table littered with pictures, clues and all sorts of pieces of evidence that could possibly lead to the culprit they were trying to catch. You had set down a stack of papers, eyes already screaming for a break. Leo and Casey were at the kitchen talking, Casey had just clocked out and was reporting back what the nights investigations had gathered. Raph and Mikey were checking out the pictures Casey had brought over and Donnie naturally was researching on a laptop he’d placed there.

You had nudged him to come over and join the huddle, and secretly you just wanted him close. The two of you were dating, quietly and unannounced, but in those first few stages of just wanting to be glued to one another it was a little difficult to do said glueing.

On a few occasions with prying eyes preoccupied with their investigating, you had reached over to rub his cheek, his sleepy eyes spoke greatly of how tired he felt. Donnie had been at this already for a while, you’d been there with him along the way.

With a stretch of his arms, Donnie yawned and rolled his neck. The clock on your phone read 3:45am, he was due for a nap at the very least. “Why don’t you lie down, I can keep helping out here” You reached over again and took off his glasses, he smiled tiredly but shook his head. “I’m fine, I can keep going” Despite his entire body language screaming otherwise, Donnie would always soldier on.

By the time another hour passed, people consumed enough Coffee to give themselves an additional pulse (and somebody committed the mistake of giving Mikey said coffee) the investigation had died down. A few walls were hit but a few leads had come from it as well. Everyone was ready to call it a night (or morning).

Casey yawned, twisting his neck to let out a few pops. “Okay who’s staying and who’s coming with me?” By the sounds of April softly snoring against an equally happily snoring Raph, it seemed she would stay. Casey had a few hours of sleep to catch on before heading for his next shift and you had to preoccupy yourself with the same before tackling a night shift at your job. Donnie’s tired eyes expressed how he wanted you to stay over but he knew work was closer to your place.

“I guess I’m carpooling with you” You told Casey, already grabbing your jacket and bag. A quick hug to Leo and Mikey, a bow to a recently awaken Splinter and you were next to Donnie.

He’d been sitting on the kitchen table, arms crossed and looking closer to being k.o’d.

It was the sleep deprivation honestly, on both your behalves.

Because you had spread your arms for a hug and so had he, but your face had met in the middle and before either of your foggy brains could comprehend what was happening you had smooched him.

On the lips.

For about a minute.

Minute and a half honestly.

You both froze, the awake members of the family staring with raised brows. Donnie furrowed his brows, lips pursed in a thin line, you still had your own in a kissing motion.

“Well at least we solved one mystery tonight” Spoke Mikey with a snicker, Leo nudged him.

Donnie sighed by shrugged. “Not exactly how I wanted to announce this so yup, I’m her boyfriend, she’s my girlfriend, please hold all inquires for a later time when I’m actually awake” He pulled you in again for a hug, and another kiss (greedy boy) and instructed Casey to deliver you home safely.

With a blush but albeit happy look on your face you waved everyone off.

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Leonardo

Keeping a relationship quiet had never proven to be so difficult. Truthfully it came easier when the circle of people surrounding you was bigger, but a close knit one? Everyone suddenly had the powers of observation up to God level.

But Leo’s ninja skills were God level too and you knew how to keep your trap shut and not sigh like a love struck teenager every second you saw him. So it had gone good, real good for a while. The thrill of maybe sharing an intimate kiss while others we’re around was a sensation you never expected to enjoy. When it was time to leave, Leo would ‘walk you’ home safely and by ‘miracle’ run into a few thugs on his way back.

Because there’s no reason a brisk ten minute walk to your apartment should turn into an hour and a half.

Raph wasn’t buying but cared little to stick his nose into it. Donnie was too busy to bother. Mikey had an idea but decided due to bro code not to voice it.

His father though?

Splinter knows what’s going on because well, he’s Splinter. You live long enough with four giant sons all with their unique personalities and traits, you pick up a thing or two about parenting pretty easily.

And Splinter is a phenomenal parent.

Both Father and Mother to his sons.

So naturally he’s irked that his eldest is sneaking out at odd hours and trying to conceal his return. Because Splinter feels that out of all four, Leo has always been the most open with him. Once Raph hit those pre-pubescent mood swings, Donnie began to teach himself all matter of subjects and Mikey was too busy trying to set a new record of heart attacks to give his father while skateboarding; Leo always remained the same.

Even with all the acolytes Leo has achieved in his ninjutsu training, he still had his hiccups and his father would never spare the opportunity to turn into a teaching moment.

So when Leo had kissed you passionately on his way out of your window, you still in nothing but the skin that he had dedicated a fair amount of time in kissing and bitting. He thought he was being slick, he thought he was going to ninja his way into the Lair, into the showers and straight to his bed.

What he didn’t account for was his father waiting up on him. A mug of hot tea on the kitchen table and hands clasps together in what Leo recognized all to well as ‘Dad Mode’.

He’d been caught with the proverbial hand in the cookie jar. His gear was half hazardously on, mask slipped down around his neck and for Christ sake he was holding a shoe. It was 6:30am and he smelled like a girl, a pretty girl no less. The jig was up, especially when his dad motioned for him to come forth and seat opposite him at the kitchen table.

“Dad I can ex-“ Splinter held up a finger and pushed the mug of tea towards his disheveled eldest son.

“My son, I am not angry” Which was truthful, he wasn’t, in fact he was ecstatic that Leo had found somebody, somebody good and somebody that loved him for he has. Long ago he had accepted the pain that his sons would not find suitable partners and the ache it would come with for them. But here was Leo, nervous and trying to adjust his clothing because he’d been with a woman, a woman he clearly loved.

“I like y/n, she is kind, thoughtful and caring to us” Splinter emphasized each trait with a tap of a long nail on the table. “She should be treated with respect, I hope I have instilled that teaching unto you, a lady is to be respected Leonardo” Leo nodded at his fathers words, he nodded and prayed that the underwear he had stuffed into his pockets wouldn’t magically transport on the table to further humiliate him.

“So please my son, do not lie to me, do not come home late in this state and not expect me to know what has transpired” Dad voice was on, coupled with the sympathetic eyes though, man Splinter was good at this shit.

Leo hung his head, clearly ashamed of his dishonorable doings. “Hai, sensei” Even as an adult being scolded by his father never stopped hurting.

“And please do tell her that there isn’t anything hide, she is welcomed in our home, I would not mind getting to know my future daughter in law a little bit more” Splinter enjoyed the way his son nearly choked on his tea.

“Perhaps I can tell her a few anecdotes of your growing up” He smiled when Leo looked at him with pleading eyes. “I believe I have a few embarrassing ones she will find most delightful” He stood up and placed a hand on his sons broad shoulder. “I’m sorry dad, sorry for sneaking around and not telling you” He was earnest in his words and Splinter bowed his head.

“I know, thank you Leonardo” He walked away, hands behind his back.

Leo sighed and pulled out his phone, shooting you a quick text.

-so my dad wants to formally meet you... as in introduce you as my girlfriend.

It felt nice to hit send on that message.

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