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Pure Greed

It was all a coincidence really. Jamie's friends took him on a vacation, and a few drunken afternoons produced a flurry of content of him shirtless on his socials. He was twerking on the beach and eating all kinds of food. As he watched it back, he was a little embarrassed. The internet isn't usually kind to guys like him with double chins that eclipse their necks and waistlines wider than adults are tall. When he checked his phone and saw that his phone was blowing up, he was nervous that trolls had come to attack him. That's not what he found.

Hundreds of likes materialized overnight with a comments section overflowing with support and love. Not exactly body positivity comments, more swarming sexual admirers. There were heart eyes and eggplants and peaches. They said they liked his soft gut and his giant dimpled ass. They were drooling over how much he could eat instead of criticizing all the junk he was stuffing in his mouth.

At breakfast, Jamie decided to share the phenomenon on his post. No one could quite explain how these legions managed to find him of all people, but one friend had one idea of why they were so obsessed with him.

"They're called feeders or encouragers." Brandon said "When they see a big fat guy not promising to lose weight, they're like moths to a flame. You filming yourself stuffing yourself is like porn to them."

"How do you know all of this?" Jamie asked.

"'Cause they swarm the comments of all my favorite fitness influencers going on a dirty bulk in the winter. They go rabid watching a dude's abs melt away for a few months and then get disappointed and disappear in the spring when it's time to cut. Actually, this is a pretty good opportunity for you if you play your cards right. These guys will literally throw money at you just for being fat. Now that they've slashed your hours at work, you can probably string these guys along to keep the bills paid."

"I don't know how I feel about selling my body."

"You're not exactly doing porn. You don't even really have to get naked. All you have to do is be fat and get fatter."

"Get fatter? I just clocked in at 375 the other week! I can't afford to get bigger!"

"Considering we're the ones paying for your stay this weekend, I'd argue that you can't afford not to get bigger."

A few days after getting home, Jamie decided to give making content a try. He wasn't really sure what to do so he started with something basic every influencer did nowadays: a get ready with me video. He started the video from bed, letting the people see him heave his body out from under the covers. He slept shirtless normally so that might be something. He showed himself buttoning up his uniform shirt around his large frame and hoisting his pants around his thighs. He got a little self-conscious thinking about the ways his clothes tended to get stuck around his folds and how tight they looked in places. He pushed the thought away and started on breakfast. Normally, he didn't eat all that much for breakfast, at least not compared to his other meals. He didn't really get that hungry in the morning, preferring to keep things simple with some toaster waffles and bacon. He thought half the box of waffles was pretty moderate considering how small they were; there were only ten in the box to begin with. After licking up the syrup, Jamie ended the video with a wave and a smile hoping he was enticing enough.

Jamie closed the app out and forgot about it. Work usually kept him very occupied, so there wasn't a lot of time to check his phone. It was only at the end of the day when he got a call from Brandon that he thought to open the app at all.

"I'm genuinely curious: you really call five waffles and half a pack of bacon a light breakfast?" he asked Jamie incredulously.

"Yeah? I'm usually not quite full after that."

"Oh it's no wonder they're reacting well to this."

"How well?"

"Like two thousand likes plus a never ending stream of comments."

"No way!"

"Yeah and this comments section...honestly is pretty obscene. I definitely feel like some of these would make you uncomfortable, but still no fatphobic trolls so that's a win. People are definitely fans of you. They think you are the sexiest thing ever."

"I still can't believe this is a thing."

"It is absolutely a thing and it is happening to you. Lots of people hoping you'll keep making content, and you're already getting people offering to pay for you to eat stuff. I honestly feel like you should show them what you normally eat before you do all that."

"But I'm hurting now. The cash would be good to have now. You have no idea what I can do with that kind of money."

"I think I’m starting to." He said to himself. Then he asked, "Aren't you the same guy who was nervous about putting yourself out on the internet?"

"I am, but $40 is $40. I go through a lot of money in food and things like that. It would be pretty neat if I really could get a little help around here."

"Well, how does this sound? Take the offer, go have a good time. Don't deny yourself anything for the next month. Every time you want something, have it. You don't have to push yourself, just show off your normal life- and get it on film."

Jamie accepted the challenge. He took pictures and videos of every time he ate. Within the first week, Brandon was shocked to find out just how much food went towards keeping Jamie as big as he was. When he said breakfast was light, he wasn't kidding. He was ingesting thousands of calories just from the vending machine while he worked at his desk. One night he ate an entire party-size lasagna by himself and then remarked that "he still had a little space left, maybe dessert would finally top him off." He went to his freezer, grabbed a pint of ice cream he filled with all sorts of treats and toppings and ate it until he was licking the container. The scariest part to Brandon was that most of his videos felt like a confessional; no one was supposed to know all the eating he does, especially not the people in his real life- i.e. Brandon. Jamie was increasingly comfortable admitting to his new internet friends all of his favorite treats and tricks. That's how Brandon found out people put crushed Doritos on pizzas.

By the time their little challenge was ending, Jamie was on camera complaining how his jeans were getting a little tight. When the two of them met up at a function for a mutual friend, the conversation quickly veered off toward their project.

"You know, I had a lot of fun following your advice in the last month. I don't know when was the last time I got to have so much fun guilt free."

"Really?" Brandon asked. He thought back to a video where Jamie went back to a restaurant after their friend group left to have a second round of food. "I'm glad you've got a new space to do that now."

"Yeah, and the fans are really getting into it. They've got all kinds of food suggestions and the money never stops pouring in. They've been really supportive.”

"Speaking of ‘supportive’, how to put this delicately, has it gotten any harder for some of the things around you to physically support you and your new hobby?"

"Is this your coded way of asking me if I gained weight?"

"Yeah, I'm trying not to be really rude about it in public."

"It's fine. But it has gotten a little harder to wear anything with buttons, nothing wants to close anymore. I've easily put on 15 pounds, maybe even a whole 20."

"20 pounds in a month is pretty fast."

"That's why I was so nervous to start this. My body is an expert at putting on weight."

"So I see. Do you think you'll cut back down to something a little more manageable or-"

"No, I don't think the fans will like that too tough. That's like the one thing that gets them really jumpy. Every time I bring up the word diet or cutting, the comments get flooded with messages about how beautiful I am at this size and begging me not to lose weight."

"And this doesn't concern you at all?"

"I mean at the end of the day, they are people on the internet and this is my body. I get the final say on decisions I make with my body. I can always just lose the weight, right?"

"But it doesn't bother you that people are begging you to get fatter?"

"Honestly, no." Jamie laughed. "Like it sounds weird, but I kind of enjoy it. I mean, look at me. With no extra effort on my part, I gained 20 pounds in a month. If I'm going to keep getting fatter, I might as well do it with people who appreciate me this way."

"If you say so. As long as you're okay with it."

"Yeah, it's fine. All this talking about the channel is making me hungry though and I know I smelled something good earlier. What do you say we check out the snack situation?"

Sooner than expected by all, Jamie was planning on celebrating his first gainer milestone- 400 pounds. Jamie was a little surprised at the number, but his reaction surprised himself more. For a while, the idea of reaching the 400s was enough to send him into a crash diet of nothing but carrots and celery for a couple of weeks until a strong craving hit him right when he was starving. His willpower would fall apart in dramatic style, and his weight would continue its upward trajectory. This time, Jamie accepted it. It was shocking to know he had reached it with so little effort on his part. He expected to reach the 400s in the holidays, not from an extra trip to the vending machine at work. In fact, he didn't feel that much bigger crossing over the line.

While Jamie might not be excited, his followers were very excited to get the news. They begged to see him step on the scale and watch the magic number appear and sent some extra money to celebrate the accomplishment.. When Jamie saw how big the donations were, he knew he had to try to do something special. He had exactly one idea, but it made him a little nervous.

"So to... celebrate 400 pounds, I thought I would treat you all to a little sneak peak behind the scenes of the real life behind the fat man. This stuff annoys me, but you all seem to love it so I think you'll have a fun time. These are 4 of my big fat problems."

Jamie started off by showing his followers the pile of clothes he couldn't bring himself to get rid of. Every article of clothing in the pile was something he had destroyed just from being too fat. Shirts with the buttons popped off, belts where the buckle had been torn off, pants where his thighs had worn down the fabric from rubbing together all the time while he was walking and waddling everywhere, and everything where a seam ripped in defeat from holding back too much fat. More embarrassing than how he knew he was never going to fit back in those sizes, was how he had destroyed those clothes so no one else would ever get to wear them either. Trying to get them fixed would mean admitting that he had done all that damage to these clothes. To complete the exercise, Jamie put on an outfit from the bottom of the pile that looked smaller than he last remembered. The sweatpants were once the pants when he was too bloated to fit his normal clothes until his thighs made a heart shaped hole around the crotch. Years later, he could hardly get them around his legs. The fabric still felt delicate around the inside of his thighs, thin enough that he could practically feel the skin on tthe other leg through his pants. When he made the mistake of reaching for a shirt on the ground, the pants ripped apart all the way up to his ass. Jamie decided that was enough.

Number 2 was in his dining room. Jamie had a set of chairs that used to be his favorites in the house. He keeps them hidden now because he had two of them collapse under his weight in one night in the middle of a party. He won't use any of them anymore to save himself the embarrassment of using a chair that doesn't match. It doesn't hurt that even if he wanted to sit in one now, the arms on the chair are so narrow that he wouldn't be able to fit his ass in between. Jamie knew his followers would want the painful proof, so he gently lowered his rear end into one. First came the pinch of the arms skewering his doughy flesh, but the more he tried to unload his body in the seat, the more the arms relented against his flesh until they snapped off. With the arms no longer in the way to help slow down the inevitable, all of Jamie’s body plopped in the chair. The chair immediately protested with a loud symphony of moans and creaks. Jamie thought he might be safe from the ultimate embarrassment. He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in the chair. Before Jamie could even process what was happening, the chair disintegrated into splinters underneath him.

Number 3 was deceptively simple: tying his shoes. It took so much effort to do every morning that Jamie actively dreaded the idea that they would get undone during the day. With a large gut permanently sitting in the middle of his body, reaching all the way around to his feet was a challenge. Every day he would try in vain to reach over his belly to tug on his shoes. Getting it done often required contorting his body into ridiculous shapes to bring his leg closer. When he was done, it often left him breathless and tired enough that he considered slides for the rest of his life.

The last segment of his video involved going jogging outside. In the early spring, the weather was a fairly mild temperature, but you wouldn't be able to tell from looking at Jamie. Jamie purposefully made it short- just one lap around his cul-de-sac. There was no delusion that he would go far when this would already be one of his longest runs in years. He recorded how his tits and ass and belly all bounced around with every footfall. By the time he was back at his house, Jamie was wheezing and panting. His shirt was wet all over and his face was drenched in sweat. Just a few yards had the ability to completely destroy him. With that, Jamie decided that he had enough.

Jamie posted and it was a runaway success. All around the clock, Jamie was getting comments online. They cheered him on and told him how beautiful they thought he was. They weren't afraid to tell him just how hot that video was to them. The more comments he read, the more assured he felt that he made the right decision. Why be ashamed of something that made everyone love him more? Maybe this was where he belonged all along. His followers tripled within two weeks. He promised his followers that he would eat whatever they paid for. Jamie tried to sweeten the pot for them too, "If you look back in the archive, you all can tell what kind of guy you're working with when I make promises like that. I eat all sorts of junk and stuff myself whenever I get a chance. I'm also probably not going to burn all of that exercising. If my last video didn't make it clear enough, cardio is not something that has a regular place in my life. So feel at ease, knowing your money is going to a very good cause." Jamie gave his stomach a couple of pats for the camera.

Suddenly, money started coming in like a water hose. Money was coming into his account, gift cards were getting sent to his email, and presents were showing up at his door. Jamie had full-on supporters now. They were all in, engaging with him whenever he wanted to be there. If he was considering being lazy or having a little extra dessert, someone was always there within seconds to tell him to do it. If he wasn't sure about finishing his meal, there was always a little encouragement waiting for him in his messages.

His new supporters also came with a bit more edge. They were more willing to speak their mind about the kinds of food he should be eating: fattier, more flavorful, more. They introduced him to shakes; they gave him new concoctions to try to actively help push a few more pounds onto his already very generous frame. It was a new step for him to take. All this time, he hadn't been trying to gain, the weight had found him from trying to have fun. This had all been an adventure in people enjoying who he already was. The last 25 pounds were already a big shock for him, what would happen if he really opened the floodgates and started actively gaining weight? What would people say?

Nothing he hadn't heard before, something deep inside told him. It was scary to admit, but people had been comfortable saying all kinds of crazy things to him about his size for a long time. 400 might have been a new threshold of big, but he'd been fat enough to draw the ire of folks for hundreds of pounds now. The stares, the jokes, the dire warnings of health concerns, and the snide remarks were already fixtures in his regular life. No one would care if he put on a little more weight, they had already written him off as fat. The only person's opinion that matters is his own...and he was having fun.

Jamie made a video taste testing some gainer shake recipes for the very first time. His mouth watered watching all these delicious ingredients get added to the blender. He chugged one after another before he came to the realization that each one of those glasses was the calorie equivalent of a full day's eating. "Maybe I overdid it," he admitted on camera. The comments assured him he was on the right path.

One evening a few months later, Jamie was meeting up with his friends to celebrate a birthday. He was trying to inhale the rest of the McDonald's he had picked up on the way in his car. When he heard a tap on his window, he was startled. Brandon was leering in. Jamie rolled down the window.

"Jamie, are you actually eating in the parking lot of a restaurant that you're about to enter?"

Jamie looked to the pile of food on the passenger seat and accepted lying was not an option. "Yes."

"Oh my God."

"Look, I know this isn't the best look, but I had to do something. My appetite has been growing a lot lately-"

"From the amount of stretching your stomach's been doing for the channel."

"-and I don't want to pig out at every meal that I have in public. I already eat more than everyone else, I don't need to keep adding fuel to the fire. You and I both know they really only tolerate all of this," Jamie jiggled his belly, "because we've been friends for such a long time."

"Yeah, but you've got to admit that this is getting out of hand. You've gained like a hundred pounds in the last year or so, and when you started this you were worried about how big you already were."

"But when I started this, I was also deeply insecure about the idea of even showing my body in public. Now I have people in my life who are genuinely excited about me doing the things I love the most and are happy to see me be me."

"I'm not sure this is you guiding you along. Feels a little more like the tail wagging the dog. "

"Brandon, you know my life better than anyone at this point. I want you to think back to my videos. Have you ever seen me this happy in my life?"

"No. I want to say I have, but I haven't."

"Exactly. Believe me when I tell you that I'm okay. I'm enjoying myself. I'm in control of the situation. I wouldn't still be doing this if I didn't like it."

"Okay, but I think you should know you're starting to get to the deep end of all this stuff. I'm not going to be able to help you so much as you keep growing."

Jamie didn't take that as a warning at the time. He was more than content to catch up on Brandon's life while he ate. He had dessert after dinner and a midnight snack. Jamie kept on, knocking back gainer shakes like it was water. The only thing that gave him pause came while he was on the watch out to hit 500. Jamie went to his manager after his desk chair broke in a second place in one month. It had been a bit of a fight to get them to give him a big and tall chair in the first place back when he was cresting 300 and breaking it was not going to lead to a pleasant conversation.

"Look, I understand that we live in a body positive society now and the company is really trying to work on being more inclusive, but this is too much. We can't keep doing this. It might be easier to swallow the fact that you are now too big for a big and tall chair if it wasn't clear to everyone that you're also spending more time eating in your work day than actually working. Every paper that crosses your desk leaves with crumbs and grease stains and your numbers are slipping to the point that you're now last in the division. It's time for you to go."

Suddenly, Jamie was back in a crisis all over again. This time, though, he already had a lifeline. Donations had reached a fever pitch in the past few weeks and it was only going to keep increasing. The only real problem was that Brandon wasn't going to be able to help him find a new avenue to expand his business. Jamie turned to his followers, telling them all of his woes with the hope a savior would emerge.

He got another warning in his direct messages from another gainer. "Be careful what you wish for. The bigger you get, the more you're going to find people who are serious about this. The dark end of this community will drag you in if you're not prepared to handle it. There are guys who will keep pitching in with a meal or two, and guys who will take over your life."

That was what we had in mind when he met with Tom. Tom was a slender man who wore a dark suit and a sly smile. Tom had watched his videos since the very beginning. The bigger he got, the more active he had become in the comments.

"It's such a pleasure to get to meet you in person. I wish it was under different circumstances."

'Well these don't have to be sad either.”

“I didn’t say they were sad; I only wish they were different. I think every man of your… stature should be excited by the prospect of leaving your job to spend the rest of your days eating and having a good time.”

“Well I don’t know if it’ll be the rest of my days.”

“I can’t imagine after this little experiment you’ll be begging to be back working a 9 to 5.”

“I can’t imagine I’ll enjoy being unemployed.”

“It’ll help when you stop thinking of yourself as unemployed and more as a full-time content creator.”

“Right…what's the catch?”

A few months later, Jamie was living in the lap of luxury. Tom hired someone to come around every day to take care of chores and get him whatever food he wanted. (Tom had also hired him to ensure that food was now always within arms reach and Jamie did as little physical labor as possible.He would get a bonus ever time he could sneak in appetite stimulant or weight gain shakes into his diet) Jamie spent the first couple weeks just testing his new helper on the lengths they would go for his every craving. He never found something he wanted that wouldn’t show up for him in multiple greasy bags ready to be devoured. Catering pans filled with burritos or lasagna would show up whenever he wanted.

Jamie was glad for the extra hands around the house because it meant he could devote all his time to his favorite hobbies. He could binge watch shows and play video games for days. The internet would graciously supply him with any kind of entertainment to keep his mind distracted while giant bags of chips disappeared into his maw.

The best part, Jamie thought, was having Tom around. All the nagging voices of his coworkers were replaced with Tom’s. He would come over when he got a break or after work, usually toting a bag filled with Jamie’s favorite treats. While Jamie shamelessly licked his fingers and the bag for every morsel, Tom would whisper into his ears how sexy he found him. He would tell Jamie how proud he was every time he found fresh fat and stretch marks while he caressed his body. Whenever Jamie got nervous and embarrassed about outgrowing clothes, Tom would celebrate and order in the finest meals he could find. Tom had transformed unemployment into being the best thing that ever happened to him.

Time slipped away and pounds piled on. The bubble of indulgence burst when Brandon paid Jamie a surprise visit. The helper opened the door slightly and Brandon barged in.

“Jamie, I think there’s something you should- dear Lord! What the hell?” Brandon took in the full extent of Jamie’s new level of obesity. He would check in on videos occasionally, but months had passed since he last saw him in person. “The camera really doesn’t do justice on how big you look.”

“That’s what Tim says too. He says I’ll waste away if I’m not careful.” Jamie let out a nervous chuckle that shook his bean bag sized belly.

“Brandon, do you know how much Tim is keeping from you? Do you even know how much you weigh?”

“Well I got fired around 500 and we just did a milestone video not too long ago, so I figure I should be in the early 600s.”

“That milestone video was for 700 and that was six months ago.”

“Well time sort of gets away from you when you don’t have to be at work five days a week. But I’m making the best out of the situation. I’ve got great TV and these delicious snacks that honestly taste like butter and sugar.”

“It probably is just lard and sugar,” Jamie said. “And this isn’t raising any red flags for you? Aren’t you worried about fitting through doors anymore?”

“Not since we widened them all. I had a few incidents where I got stuck.”

“A few?”

“Well the first time, I thought it was a freak accident, but then it kept happening and each time it was harder for me to get out. There was one time Tim was going to grease me up to get me out the door with some butter, but I had already eaten it all during a feeding session.”

“And again, you’re okay with all this? A man just emerges from the internet and you let him feed you off a cliff?”

“Honestly, it didn’t take as much convincing as you might think. Tim has this belief that just some people were born to be fat and that’s it. That being fat is our role to play in the world. And like I probably could’ve gone into the job market and fought for another boring job I don’t even like just to make ends meet, but my other option was to be perfectly fine doing exactly what I want to do. I enjoy eating and lounging around all day and the more I do it, the bigger I get, the more money I make to spend on food and fun stuff. Outgrowing clothes, furniture, my car- it’s all just a part of my life at this size. It’s been a part of my life for years now, decades almost. And the price to pay- the stuff that my doctors used to say to scare me- I’ve made my peace with it. I’ve spent too much trying to be scared by it already. One more cake isn’t going to make the difference.”

“Give up, he’s already made up his mind.” Tim said, emerging without warning. “This is who he is now. He’s settled completely into a life of being fed and pampered. Now all he wants in life is to keep growing for me and his subscribers. That strong-willed guy you used to know is gone. He’s accepted life as a fat boy. .’

The doorbell rang. The caretaker opened the door and in came a man in a polo with a gigantic grease stained brown paper bag. The smell of all kinds of food filled the house. Jamie looked at Brandon who was licking his lips. Brandon couldn’t contain his excitement. Brandon said, stunned, “This is really your life now. This is what fills your life with happiness. Do you even have any of your mobility left?”

“Of course I do. Look, I’ll go fetch my mid-afternoon snack from the kitchen myself.”

“Snack?”

Brandon rocked back and forth, trying to get some momentum. For a brief second, he made it off the chair. Then the momentum switched directions. The weight of a family of four slammed into the sofa. The wooden frame underneath let out a scream before the whole left side broke into pieces.

“Are you okay?” Tim yelled out.

“Let me help you back up.” Jamie stretched out his hands.

“No, I can get up by myself.” Brandon tried the trick again. He rocked back and forth and hauled himself up with a mighty groan. Breathlessly, he said, “I told you I could do it.”

Brandon waddled slowly towards the kitchen. Every thunderous step shook the house, rattling anything not nailed down. It was hypnotizing watching the dimpled folds of his body pillow-sized thighs brush past each other. His gut swung like a pendulum back and forth out of the bottom of his shirt. Every movement made his shirt slide further up his belly until it was blocked by his chest. The sound of his panting was hard to ignore as it grew louder. It didn’t seem like a long distance from the sofa to the kitchen counter, but when Brandon got there, it was like he had completed a marathon. Everyone was stunned by the sight, except for Brandon.

“All of this is for me, right?” Brandon said, catching his breath, “I’ve been hungry since I finished my second round of lunch an hour ago.” Brandon tore apart the bag and stuffed a fistful of seasoned fries into his mouth while he rifled through the containers.

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blkkizzat · 11 months ago

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I couldn’t finish big foot 😭 it felt kind of forced to me. Like I think she’s very upset by Hiss and the whole business with her husband and that came through more than her talent with rapping imo. and maybe I’m just not a real connoisseur of rap, but I think Nicki really shines on her features and that (in my opinion) doesn’t translate to her albums and singles lately :/

Big foot a freestyle its not supposed to be a produced song.

Some people just like mainstream rap you hear in clubs and thats fine too if thats you, nothing wrong with liking what you like. Nicki album PF2 more in line what you would hear from J.Cole, Wale, Saint Jhn, JID, etc. and its more elevated than drill which what has been dominating mainstream rap last 2 years. I like do sexy redd for example but mainstream rap went crazy over skee yee and that sounded like nails on a chalkboard to me LOL. I can't listen to that shit lol.

When Nicki said 'these bitches gotta shake they ass to show sex appeal' on Fallin 4 U, she hit nearly every other rap girl out there but Doja. Female rap gotta have more substance than pussy popping and Megan been trending more for shaking ass than music for years.

Nicki makes those songs too but it gets old and these girls gotta give us more. Cardi spent 2 million on Bongos music video, gorgeous beautiful visuals, for it to flop which is insane. PF2 had no music videos and got 230K album equivalent units in less than a week. Megan's Truamazine only did 63K and she paid $250k to Future in cash of her own money (label wouldnt pay him) for him to play in her face and give her the worse verse he's ever done. People say they don't identify with Nicki, but they buy and stream her music, so I don't believe it isn't translating. If anything people sympathize and like Megan personality (and her twerking ofc) but they don't buy and stream her music so I'd say the opposite based on the numbers. It's crazy there can be hundreds of thousands of likes on a Megan tweet and her album can't crack 100k first week. Madness.

Nicki and Meg drama goes back to HGS when Megan joked with Nicki about getting an abortion so Nicki could drink with her. Proof of that is on the live where Meg was trying to get Nicki to "drive the boat" and Nicki said "now you know we not doing that" and Meg was like "you know what I said you should do to take care of that". They been throwing sub shots in music ever since.

IDK, I don't have kids but I would ded a bitch if they said some crazy shit like that to me knowing I wanted to keep my baby.

Regarding Nicki husband, see this. What she saying happened in court is actually in the original court documents too so :/

#kizzatanswers

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ultramaga · 10 months ago

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You can't write a female characters with actual flaws unless you acknowledge that women can have flaws.

The trouble is that the idea of class conflict was turned into the "war of the sexes" theory by Feminists and such (long story), and in class conflict you have the helpless victim who never did nuffin, and the evil oppressor who just evils because evilness. There's no hope of seeing people as individuals if you use a collectivist filter. This is why current female characters suck, and yet the male characters that exist to be the bad guys are STILL MORE INTERESTING.

Feminists write male characters that are deeply flawed. But they cannot do the same for women. Even female characters that were outright villains, child murderers, serial killers, they have to be excused, they have to be have been perfectly good and just didn't realise it.

Harley Quinn was a corrupt psychologist who cheated and fucked her way into power, then was in turn corrupted into the Joker's punching bag. The Feminist revision made her not responsible for anything. It was the Joker. Without him, in the comics, suddenly she is the hero. Hell, in the current cartoon series, she's the most important person in the universe. No redemption, no struggle. She is perfect and just didn't realise it.

We see this over and over in our fictions. Hell, even Cleopatra on Netflix was rewritten so not only was she black, but she never did nuffin. The real woman was infinitely more interesting, because she was the same blend of light and darkness as every other ruler, but we can't have a woman being as bad as a man, so she was perfect all along and only fell because the stupid men didn't realise it.

And all these artworks fail, except for Barbie which made a fortune but ... somehow the thing people remember about it is ...

The stupid, inferior, subhuman clumsy dolt who was a villain because - he tried to introduce equal rights and democracy into a matriarchy. He is beloved and raved about. I noticed even the Feminists here didn't have much to say about Margot's character. She's not memorable, despite being theoretically beautiful. She's so bland that nobody remembers her, and weirdly desexed, even as she boasts she has a vagggginnna.

What I find hilarious about Madame Web is the female stars know better than the movie makers how to make a movie. You know what men will pay to see? Dakota gets it.

Sydney certainly understood. Sex sells. A movie with three hot chicks when made by Feminists not only has no character arcs, but no sex. Yet the minute the actresses are out of their control, they put on the sexiest outfits they can find. They know that this is how you put bums in seats. Even if the movie is awful. And it worked - men went to see that movie. Women stayed at home.

If you start from the position of hatred towards men, you make movies that not only don't appeal to most men, but to few women. Yet it is trivial to make movies that appeal to both by giving men pretty women who are capable but who still need men, or as in the Charlie's Angels case, are sooo hot that the men watching don't care.

And I will never buy the Feminist line that the female fantasy is about being a strong woman who don' need no man, because the movies and books they consume, overwhelmingly, are about flawed women and men, who need each other.

Fifty Shades of Grey completely undermines Feminism, it is definitely a woman centred story about a woman by a woman for women, and yet the woman does everything a feminist is not supposed to do, and the female audience loved it. Terrible story, I'd rather chew rocks than watch it, but completely successful with women because hawt. Sex sells, to women and to men. Sells differently, yes, but ignore it at your peril.

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And most women know it, which is why twerking exists, and why women pad their butts, or even get implants.

Which is why women like to cosplay as the old x-men Rogue, and show off their butts. Which is why in the feminist revision, they erased the butts. No butts for you, you feelthy mennnn! I'd argue X-Men had great stories but they knew damned well that sex sells, and it is there every now and then. Women like to be sexy to men, and like to be lusted after, and that only works if you allow men to be lustful. Feminism says that is male gaze, objectification, misogyny! I'd say it was human nature. Deny it at your peril. Embrace the butt!

Make stories and movies that have sex, or have characterisation, or ideally have both, and stop the shaming of masculinity which takes out femininity as collateral. You can write bad stories that will sell anyway if you stuff them with sex - heck, most 80s movies just had women as cheesecake, and I can see why that was irritating. But the pendulum swung the opposite way.

And you can certainly write great stories without sex in them. I rather hope people aren't reading Watership Down one handed. But I think the best - or at least, most commercially successful - stories etc. have sex and character growth and failures for women and men.

Yes, there's sex in Zootopia, even if the actors argued about it. It doesn't have to be on the surface.

The audience knew damned well what was going on.

nah cause the fact that jane austen wrote a character like emma woodhouse is still insane to me. she threw all the standards out the window and was like hey, here’s this incredibly complex and nuanced character, she’s selfish, privileged, manipulative and arrogant, but she’s also really fucking kind, she would do anything for those she loves (including sacrificing a lot of her liberties), she is able to admit that she’s made a mistake and grow from it, because those things are not mutually exclusive. and i think the reason why everyone is trying to girlbossify their heroines to make them like lizzie bennet (which is an insult to her character but that’s another story) is because they’re scared to write characters like emma. which is understandable, because she’s unlikeable-ish, and they don’t want to take that risk.

honestly the way jane wrote emma is IMPECCABLE and not everyone can pull it off, but i wish female characters with actual flaws were more popular.

#long #feminism #antifeminism #leftism #misandry #x men 97 #x men #the marvels #rogue #objectification #male gaze #bad writing #flat characters #zootopia #charlie's angels #dakota johnson #Youtube

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Hey honey, I feel that this question may be demotivating for others, and I wanted to seek some reassurance from you. Basically I have some problems due to reading this post https://www.reddit.com/r/shiftingrealities/comments/ynaasc/something_we_should_be_talking_about_more_but_no/ , I don't want to say that I agree with him, but he made that doubt resurface in me due to the fact that: with so many people who can easily move to other realities, everyone find excuses when even a little proof is required of them. Of course I didn't come here to ask you for proof, but you always find the right words and are a great help, so maybe you can give an explanation to all this that I hadn't thought of. Thanks for your help <3

Interesting!

Personally, I see where they're coming from and do agree with certain points but I also agree with most of the comments. Yes, there will be people who lie about shifting (the reasons they listed are very common), and while that is annoying and hurtful, it's still difficult to provide proof (of either one). We don't know exactly how shifting works, and this gets even more dubious with the addition of the law, so it can be hard to give tangible proof it's been done.

It can also be hard to prove someone is lying tbh! I remember one example where someone said they shifted to Hogwards and saw Hermione twerking and then everyone went off on them for lying about shifting. I don't know what came of that person (if they were lying or trolling), but I do know that with shifting anything is possible, including seemingly outlandish things like that.

Not to mention, very minor details can change between realities! Say someone wants proof you're shifting so they think of a number and ask you to tell them what number they're thinking by shifting to a reality where you know. A lot of people would be able to get it but if you accidentally shift to the "wrong" reality, you're gonna look like you lied. (I don't like mentioning the cia document but they ran into this exact problem while testing shifting and OBEs.)

Then of course, if you believe in an infinite amount of realities, there are realities where it'll never be proven. Or you'll get asked in one and answer in another. And if you factor in the law, having the assumption that everyone lies and can never prove it would affect your reality.

In my experience, there are some pretty helpful ways to figure out if someone is lying!!

Do they often make mistakes when recalling their experiences (like saying one thing one day and something else another)?

Are they asking people to pay to see their content or extra content?

Are all of their shifting experiences "crazy" or super exciting? This one is more 50/50 since some shifters just really like the more exciting, movie-like DRs, but I find that most shifters enjoy the mundane and like to share those details or are at least able to provide that information.

Did they have a super perfect shifting self concept right away and shift on their first try? Now, there are tons of people who shift on their first try!! But if their attitude is almost braggish and "oo look at me im better than everyone else", I'd be a little cautious.

From there, shifting itself can help you! You can easily shift to a reality where no lies about their shifting experiences or where people can prove it easily. You can also assume that no one lies if you believe in the law! And if you believe that manifestation and shifting are the same thing, manifestation proof is also shifting proof ;)

Honestly, I think there's a good chance this person has been jaded by what they've seen on the internet, and while I can definitely relate, there are steps you can take to diminish how many fakers you come across! I've personally shifted to a reality where the experiences I read are never fake and it's given me a lot more security. I would definitely recommend that for most shifters! And if you feel like someone is lying, you could also shift to a reality where they aren't?

#letters 🎀#honestly even if some people are lying they shouldnt be a reason to feel discouraged!#remember that there's no harm in trying!!

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hehehe YESSSSS the be ur own king video is the one that firmly cemented my sunwoo bias.... ultimate bf material.... i'd let him wash My car any day if u know what i mean 😏.

and WOOSUNG please listen to his song lazy his voice is so pretty and the rose is a great band (i could talk about n.flying and lucy here but i will refrain. for now.)

woodz is my beloved. have u seen love me harder mv. have u seen that one waiting dance practice where he just straight up bites one of his backup dancers at the end. this man is secretly feral but also one of the biggest sweethearts ever to exist and i am HERE for it

i actually don't stan p1harmony bc of the aforementioned babies and their rather sus line distribution (enhypen's maknae is '05 as well i think, so i am also Firmly Looking Away there) but i keep seeing p1's chaotic tiktoks and that video of their vocal line just singing live is really pretty!! so do with it what you will

sunmi. hrkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. bae. the lapdance. the tail imagery in the choreo. the crawling under the dancer's legs to eyefuck the camera. i haven't had this many emotions about a studio choom performance since yeonjun's aotm watermelon sugar (which i wrote practically an entire essay about dance dynamics and movement on in a friend's dms lmao)

me, @ the backup dancer that sunmi jumped on: HOW DOES IT FEEL??????? HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM???????

and yessss i am not verbose enough nor educated enough to write about sunmi/hyuna's musical themes but by GOD i want to read about it

onewe is lovely. here, have a rain to be mv. also, their brother group oneus was on road to kingdom, if you've seen it? if you haven't *deep breath* ohhhhh boy do i have some stuff for u :))))))))

hehehehehe the svt analysis is just a silly little brain dump in my notes app :] it's incredibly messy and incoherent but i will tidy it up and drop it in your ask box sometime if you so wish <3

(btw, i never answered ur question from that other post!! yes kevin is actually named after the boy from home alone, yes he is the twerking one, yes this happens fairly often. sarcastic canadian king we love him)

xoxo!!

- honey 🍯 <33333

i do not even HAVE car, but i would steal one if that's what getting a carwash looks like these days 👀

ahhhhh, Lazy was very cute! and that look in the end!!! 😳 @muselin was spiraling over Woosung a couple days ago, i think and it was adorable, but also felt like a foreboding look into my own future 😂

i have seen them now 👀 VERY into the red hair and the first and the kill-your-double vibes of Love Me Harder—that one’s going on my crime playlist for sure. the dance practice was cute, i love that we’re circling back to vampires again, would let this one take a bite out of me 💯

i genuinely forget about everything that happens with the chair until i’m watching it again, i feel like my brain has decided it simply is not safe to hold that memory it’s so 🥵🥵🥵 and no yeah, i fuckin lost it over the tail imagery the first time i saw it, and kinda still continue to do so.

also! i just learned that Hyuna and Sunmi were in the same girl group before becoming soloists??? and i don’t know if that means anything, but it feels like Something. (tbh there is so much in kpop that feels like it means Something, and i simply do not have the correct context to parse it and it’s soooooooo frustrating 😭)

oh!! Rain to Be has popped up on autoplay for me a couple times! i never actually payed attention to who it was, but i'm into it. and i was planning on watching Road to Kingdom, since i'd heard The Boyz stages there were better than the ones on Kingdom and that made me curious, but it wasn't on viki with Kingdom and i was too lazy to try and find it somewhere else 😂

i absolutely wish it, and so does at least one other anon!!💕💕💕 (tho if you wanna made a sideblog… 👀 and just drop the link…. 👀 i’m definitely not gonna bully all my anons into making side blogs, that’s not what this is 😗)

idk of being named after That Kevin is a gift or a curse, but it sure is Something 🥴 also, i can recognize him now! he was the one talking about cereal on Eric Nam’s podcast 🥰 love Cereal Boy 🥰🥰🥰

#honey anon 🍯#mail corner 📬

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namelessskies · 3 years ago

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BNHA crack - ? I guess...?

A new fic idea where an OC is reborn in BNHA universe. No, I'd prefer no romance between the OC and BNHA characters. She's younger than the BNHA characters and adores them, in a platonic way, of course. Top favourites are Shinsou, Aizawa, Monoma, and the Second One For All user.

For starters, she dies after choking on a plum pit. I got this idea after reading a fic where Yoichi dies for the same reason. OC is a very big anime fan and reads fanfics when she has spare time. Additionally, she is also an artist - but mostly digital - as well as a writer.

She was eating plums while reading the fanfic and found it absolutely hilarious. Because of this, the pit gets lodged in her throat and she suffers the same fate as Yoichi in the fanfic.

OC is reborn into the BNHA world. She's happy and sad and scared in this new life because holy hell, she doesn't find it normal that villains just pop left and right to take a swing at you.

Her Quirk isn't offensive and defensive, but it greatly helps her in the one thing she loves the most - art. I guess it's something that allows digital drawing and making animatics a lot lot faster? Lol, help me out here.

Growing up, she also becomes a sensation in social media because of her pieces and animatics. You see those anime tiktok dances? Yeah, she does it. Hawks and Mirko see an animatic of them doing those dances and is amused.

Endeavor is not. He takes one look at himself doing the cat dance, and twerks, and nearly blows his office up after looking at himself dressed in a skimpy maid outfit. In the end, OC is forced to take down her Endeavor animatics that aren't downright obscene.

OC's account is secretly followed by many Pro-Heroes - some, just because for the shits and giggles to see their fellow Pros doing ridiculous stuff. OC doesn't want to do commissions at first, but there is an auction pool in the comment section where Pro's - with a lot of money to spare - make requests. OC does traditional art from time to time, but has no money to buy the materials. Her parents are normal people, making enough just to pay the bills and have savings, and she doesn't like asking for money either, so she does commissions. Also, she's extremely picky about her materials, so she can't just go and pick the cheapest ones, so yeah.

OC has secret NSFW works of the villains stashed in a different device or in a locked drawer, which she laments not being able to present to the world. It includes the League of Villains, Villain AU Izuku - whom she simps for when in a villainous suit. This also includes everything that has Aizawa - because she knows he's an underground hero and more exposure in his part would result to much more trouble for him, and anything that has the main characters of BNHA.

Timeskip, and OC enters the Gen Ed curriculum in UA. No, she doesn't want to be a hero - she doesn't have the stamina or the strength, and doing patrols sounds like a pain in the ass, and honestly, she doesn't want to lose her life prematurely. Having UA as her school would look really damn good in her resume anyway. Plus, she already has a writing gig, and her commissions to keep her afloat.

Fun fact, her stories are actually just fanfics, but it seems like they're original characters since they've never heard of those before. OC's a huge anime nerd before she got reborn and still is, y'all. In fact, everyone thinks that Hatake Kakashi was inspired by Edgeshot, but only she knows the truth.

For convenience's sake, the League starts to make their move when the main characters are in their second year, so they're mostly 16-year-olds while OC is 14 years old. BTW, she absolutely salivates at the sight of Monoma and Shinsou because holy hell, reality is so much better than 2D. Shinsou has already transferred to the Heroics course by this time.

Mineta Minoru, who? We don't know who that is in here.

OC gains a new freedom upon Class 1-A becoming famous. Slowly, her artworks containing them starts to be released one by one. Bakugou is the first victim for the 'Nya! Ichi! Ni! San! Nya, Arigatou' song and he is absolutely livid. The others mostly take it on good sport, since OC (her online persona) drawing someone is translated as her being that person's fan.

OC also does lives, where she talks with a voice modulator on while she gives a commentary on her drawing choice. Obviously, her descriptions of her faves - Monoma and Shinsou - are much more flowery and descriptive.

It makes the teachers worry since they're not sure if she was a pedo, considering she was already active in this social media for several years. Eventually, she apologizes in public for creeping out her subjects. She clarifies that she's a student at UA which is why she knows their anatomical features so well, and no, she doesn't take pictures, she watches the Heroics students train sometimes to get references.

Kaminari and Mina become absolutely invested, because they're hardcore fans, wanting to crack the mystery that was morality_ERROR - her username - while Katsuki just wants to hunt her down for that whole cat dance and twerking. Shoto wants to get a copy of the whole Endeavour shenanigans that were taken down in his insistence.

Sometime later in a time where morality_ERROR's identity is uncovered, there will be a scenario like this:

OC: Aizawa-sensei, you know that I absolutely respect you, right? *while she sweats, looking at Midnight's laptop which is playing her new uploads* (OC's laptop and tablet were stolen and her accounts were hacked)

Aizawa: *confused, but does agree since he considers her a child close to his heart since OC has the same eyebags as his and can stomach a death concoction coffee* yes?

OC: *in tears as Midnight's laptop plays Aizawa in a maid outfit, doing the cat dance* please don't hate me.

Or another like this:

OC: *watching with belated horror as an animatic of Dabi twerking in a skirt and knee-high schoolgirl socks plays in her newly hacked account*

Dabi: *already concocting 50 different ways on how to grill her with his fire and feed her to the noumus afterwards*

morality_ERROR is OC's username in social media. As for OC's appearance, it's a very simple design. Long black hair with horrendously cut bangs - the ones that use the same cutting techniques that you see in Tiktok - but still keeps it that way. Girl keeps her hair long so it's easy to style, and because she feels pretty in it. Hair is parted smack dab in the middle, and most of the time has her hair in a half-updo looped twintails.

Aside from this, she has a slightly pale colouring and dark eyebags and super duper chapped lips - really low on Vitamin C since she forgets to take it, and keeps on peeling her lips, also doesn't use chapstick since she forgets anyway. 153 cm height and 45 kg weight. Wears glasses not because it is damaged but because it is habitual - the glasses are anti-rad to protect her eyes since she's mostly just staring at her screen due to her hobby.

#bnha fanfiction #bnha #midoriya izuku #class 1a #mha oc #crack au #bakugou katsuki #naruto #naruto uzumaki #sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #aizawa shouta #digitalart #class 1b #monoma neito #uraraka ochako #todoroki shouto #shinsou hitoshi

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rosiewitchescottage · 2 years ago

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Like many other situations, this doesn't need to be an all one way or the other situation.

Which shows how important it is for those of us more towards the middle to say our piece, get some balance in there.

Do I think that every drag queen (whether gay, straight or bi) is a danger to children? Absolutely not.

The same way that I reject the idea that to be gay is automatically to be a danger to children.

(Predators against children don't exactly go about with a neon sign announcing their intentions, for goodness sake.

They can come from any and all areas of society.)

That being said. If Drag Queen events with children are going to be acceptable to most people, then either there needs to be stricter ruling around what the queens can and can't do. Or exisiting rules need to be applied far more strictly.

Those who do it wrongly need to be called out for it, by everyone.

The videos showing queens twerking and lap dancing for children, the clip with a queen with her boobs and ass all but bare, leading a tiny child around the auditorium, children encouraged to dance for tips, fully clothed, on a Disney theme, yes. But this is what they do in adults only clubs.

Keep this stuff away from children!

These might be rare occurrences, I don't know, one way or the other. But it doesn't matter, a damn. None of this should be going on with children. Not no way, not no how.

I have a very broad mind. But I haven't lost sight of the need for a boundary.

And anything that belongs in the adult realm shouldn't be introduced to children and young teens. A huge great NO WAY to that.

Kink at Pride - I love kink. But I also know that it's for consenting adults only. So, how the hell does it belong out on public streets?!

Has every adult there given their consent to witness these kinks?

And, even if they have. What are you going to do, tell the general public to keep their children indoors, for the duration of the parade? FFS! I can't believe this even needs saying.

Saying that it shouldn't be on public display is not because I think it shameful. Not even close.

Kink should have a place at Pride, yes indeed.

But why not an adults only event, where you pay at the door/gate, are told what you're likely to witness, and by coming in you are consenting to see what you see?

To my mind that frees everyone to relax and have a good time.

Child Drag Queens - Desmond is Amazing etc? No, No, No! My heart breaks for those sweet boys.

If this was just boys dressing up in OTT glam and sparkles, then performing in a child appropriate way, for family audiences, then I'd say, go for it.

But we've seen too much to the contrary. On stage in a fecking adult drag club, performing like exotic dancers, with guys throwing money!

What Madness is this? Doesn't the innocence of childhood mean anything, anymore?

Sexually explicit books in school libraries - Again. I can't believe that this needs saying. But sexual explicit material doesn't belong on children or teens bookshelves.

Talk about some men loving other men, some women loving other women, yes.

Talk about safe sex and healthy relationships, yes.

But explicit details/pictures about masturbation, oral sex, anal sex, PiV sex.

No, no, no! There's no way that children and young teens need details like this.

And small children do NOT need to know about 'gender identity'. There are an infinite number of things for their amazing little minds to discover, and 'gender identities' are way at the bottom of the list.

Little children explore and experiment all the time. How about we let them just got on with it, as they stand.

Your son loves to dress up as Snow White? So let him. Doesn't mean he isn't a boy.

Your daughter could be that lovely old fashioned thing a 'tom boy', let her be. She's still a girl.

He and she will keep on exploring, they'll try out a whole range of interests and self expression. They can do that without us peddling a confusing array of labels.

There's a positive banquet of literature for young children, from the classics across generations, to new delights waiting to be discovered.

Stories where children have two daddies or two mummies, yes, some people think even that's going too far. I disagree. It's going to be rarer in some places than others. But I don't see any harm in children knowing that some families are just like their own and others aren't.

I remember being told by an early years teacher, that it's important for little ones to have learning experiences that correspond with things that are part of their world, because this is how they will understand them at this time of life.

How on earth does 'gender identity' fit that criteria? Serious question here.

A male boy can learn that he can be a boy in any way that's right for him.

A female girl can learn that she can be a girl in any way that's right for her.

I'd say that this is what gender non conformity should look like if it must be introduced to tiny tots.

Imagine how knowing that will open the world up for them.

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simons-calling-the-127-squad · 4 years ago

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Blindsided - Ten

Credit to original owners of the images.

GN Tattoo artist reader x customer Ten

Warnings: Cursing, uh needles (tattoos and piercings)

Soulmate Au: you can only see the color of your soulmate's eyes until you meet them.

"Dude, I'm sorry, but I have a policy. I can't tattoo you if you're under the influence", you told him, your arms crossed and a chuckled falling passed your lips.

"This is the sixth shop we've been to babe. Let's just go home", his boyfriend said, tugging at his sleeve. The intoxicated boy leaned into the embrace of his boyfriend and pouted.

"I'm so sorry about him", the latter apologized before pulling him out the doors. You instantly broke down in laughter once they were out the doors. Your arms leaning onto the counter and your head lowering to rest in them as you tried to withhold your giggles. Honestly drunk college kids coming with ridiculous requests was one of your favorite things about the job. But the worst thing about the job was only being able to do colorless tattoos, due to the fact you had yet to meet your soulmate. Meaning you could only see the color brown, which definitely makes being a tattoo artist a bit tricky, that's why you stick to piercings the most.

"Another stupid one?" Y/B/F asked as they walked out of their room, leaning their back against the counter to look down at your hunched form.

"Twerking Shrek backpiece", was all you could utter before laughing again. Y/B/F let out a much smaller and shorter laugh at not only the request, but your reaction as well. Soon after Y/B/F retreated back to their room. You were beginning to regain composure when the bell rang, signalling a new customer. You raised your head and pushed your hair back into place as you looked at the new faces. Two males had just walked in. The first was a tall, but kind looking guy. He smiled as he walked to the counter, the other boy close behind due to being significantly shorter.

"What can I do for ya?" Your arms instantly crossed, hoping they were actually sober.

"I was hoping to get my septum done", the tall one said.

"That all you guys need?"

"I was wanting to get my tongue pierced." The shorter said.

"Alright, I'm gonna need to see your IDs' to prove you're old enough to not need parental consent", you informed them. Y/B/F had come out after hearing you speak with the customer's. They took a look at the shorter male's you looked at the taller one's. You both asked them questions to see if it matched what the card said, and they answered correctly. You and Y/B/F nodded at each other to signal they were both good.

"Do you guys have a preference of who does which?" Y/B/F asked.

"I don't care. Ten?" The taller one turned to shorter one. Your eyes followed, first landing on his hair, a brown. Then down to his eyes, at the same moment he looked into yours as well. You could feel the color enter your eyes and how it moved to shade the world in different hues and tints. The sudden burst caused you to stumble back and blink.

"Y/N you good?" Y/B/F asked, moving to help you stand.

"Wait a second…" Johnny said, he too had moved to help Ten. You groaned, your head beginning to throb with the sudden intake of so many new colors.

"Why the fuck did nobody mention how much of a headache this was?" Ten asked, his voice slightly strained.

"Let's get you some ibuprofen bud", Johnny told him. Y/B/F assisted you to the couch, while Johnny did the same with Ten. Y/B/F ran to get the medicine, handing you one and your water before turning to Ten and doing the same. Johnny and Y/B/F went in their room to allow the environment to be quieter, which would also help with the headache. Soon enough it started kicking in and you found the new colors to be more bearable than before.

"People fail to mention how that hurts like hell", you groaned. Ten laughing quietly in response.

"Maybe that piercing will have to wait", he said. Lifting his head slightly to look at you.

"Yeah that's probably the best choice for us both."

Johnny came out a few moments later, paying Y/B/F for their work before asking Ten if he was ready to leave. He made sure to exchange numbers with you before walking out of the shop. Y/B/F told you to go lay down in the back and you nodded, just as you were sitting down on the couch back there your phone dinged. You pulled it out and saw a text from Ten, he was rescheduling and asking about tattoos, he wanted his first one in color soon.

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It has been a week since you met Ten, and he was finally coming in for his tattoo and piercing. Y/B/F did his tongue piercing while you got the equipment ready to tattoo him.

"You like it?" They questioned, Ten nodded in response upon looking in the mirror at it.

"Alrighty then. I'll be in my station if you need me", they said, throwing their gloves in the trash as they walked by.

"You sure you want me to do the tat?" You asked as you sat down and began prepping.

"Of course I do. In fact I want you to do the rest of mine from now on", he winked at you.

"I'd love to be your only tattoo artist from now on", you laughed and began. He had decided to get one matching yours, Peter Pan flying with Darlings. It would be on a colorful background with the actual characters black and was on his left shoulder. You talked during the entire time, mainly about how this was an amazing first date and thoughts on what to order for dinner later (you both decided on pizza.) You were impressed with how well it turned out, seeing the colors dance on his should made you realize how much you needed to add some more colorful ink to your body.

"Be honest", you ordered as you titled the mirror towards him. His eyes widened and a smile pulled his lips up.

"I love it. It's the greatest thing I could ask for. It's in color, it matches yours, you did it. It'll be a constant reminder that I've found you", he rambled, his eyes drifting to your own. It was cheesy, but it was so adorable.

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Ten held up to his promise, he never went to another tattoo shop again, and sent all of his friends your way. Your eyes couldn't help but to move to a certain finger, where most people had a ring sitting on it. But you and Ten agreed on tattooing it instead. You couldn't wait to see what else the two of you created together.

#wayv imagines #wayv x reader #nct #nct imagines #wayv #nct au #wayv ten #wayv ten imagines #nct ten #nct ten imagines

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breeeliss · 6 years ago

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If you're Still taking alluralance ideas, I'd love a laundry Room au. Like One of those ones where A thought they were alone So they Were Dancing around while they Fold and makeout with fresh out of the dryer Clothes and then they hear laughter, And it Turns out that B was Just folding in the Shadows and now it's Awkward

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ao3 + masterpost

the laundry room in lance’s apartment was, to put it quite frankly, fucking horrific. he was pretty positive is used to be a torture chamber in the past, but maybe that was the marathoned hours of american horror story talking.

either way, it wasn’t uncommon for lance to put off his laundry for a couple of days because he was terrified of going down into the basement by himself. people could make fun of him all they wanted, the place looked like something out of a saw movie.

the fluorescent lights always flickered, the floors were disgusting, the boiler made the most horrendous noises, and the gaping, dark storage room pressed to the back of the room was currently without a door and left plenty of room for lance to imagine what kind of monster or murderer was hiding in the shadows.

he really needed to cool it on the true crime podcasts.

but there was no excuse today. lance was officially out of underwear so he needed to stay down there and get at least one load done. so lance plopped his speakers on top of his laundry basket, plugged in his phone, and played the only song he knew that could fill him with a sufficient enough amount of courage to plunge into the depths of the basement.

“be a man” from the mulan soundtrack.

once the drum line got started and li shang’s voice echoed through the room, lance immediately got pumped. yes, he was gonna fucking get down to business. this laundry was gonna get done and he was gonna make mulan proud. it’s not like he had anything else to do on a saturday night. might as well twerk it out to disney songs while his boxers dried.

he was sorting through his clothes as he sung rather loudly along to the lyrics. he threw a glare over to that hellishly dark storage room while he worked as if that was going to stick it to whatever was hiding in there.

“not today, satan,” lance called out. “i’m about to hit this chorus and your demonic ass is about to be shook.”

lance was measuring out the detergent the minute the chorus dropped, and he really went in and stretched out those sixth grade glee club muscles. he had this song memorized for years – as every respectable millennial disney baby should – and he couldn’t help but start dancing around the room as he poured in his soap, danced over to his basket, and started throwing clothes in.

“you’re a spineless, pale, pathetic, lot,” lance sang, really getting into character. “and you haaaaaven’t got a cluuuuuue – woah!”

lance turned around to grab from the basket, and for a moment he thought it was a ghost standing in the doorway of the laundry room. but he realized it was just a girl – one he recognized, maybe from four doors down, he’s mad he can’t put a name to that head of dyed grey hair. she was holding her own laundry basket under her arm as she laughed at the performance he was unintentionally putting on for her. lance coughed into his arm and tried to play it off like he wasn’t totally making a damn fool of himself, but then the next verse of the song came on and the girl in front of him thoroughly surprised him.

“i’m never gonna catch my breath,” she smirked.

lance’s eyes widened. “say goodbye to those who knew me.”

she dropped her basket on the laundry machine next to him. “boy was i a fool in school for cutting gym.”

“this guy’s got ‘em scared to death!”

“hope he doesn’t see right through me!”

“boy i really wish that i knew how to swiiiiiiiim!”

“BE A MAN!!!”

they both roared into the chorus with so much overdramatic vigor that lance was sure people on the first floor could hear them. but who cares, this was a classic. and this super cute girl was seriously giving him a run for his money with how well she knew these lyrics. god, she even held that long note at the end of the chorus like a total champ. they let the song keep going on without them as they collapsed into laughter against the dryers.

“oh god, i haven’t heard that song in a long while,” the girl laughed.

“seriously?” lance gasped. “i watched mulan like…last week.”

“it’s one of my favorite disney movies. well, that and aladdin. you can’t forget aladdin.”

lance pounded on his chest. “princesses of color. represent.”

the girl snorted into her hand and started to throw some of her sweaters into the washing machine. “sorry to interrupt you, but i had to jump in.”

“oh please, you did me a favor. that harmonizing we had going on was…” lance pressed his fingers to his lips and made a loud chef’s kiss to the air, “perfecto.”

“well, singing is always better when you have company,” she said. “besides, i was sort of hoping there was someone else down here. this laundry room always creeps me out.”

“doesn’t it? i feel like someone is gonna pop out the shadows and kill me.”

“i had a bloody nightmare about this basement the first time i came down here! swear on my life!”

“well, if you ever need back up and a bomb ass disney playlist when you’re doing laundry, i’m your dude. that stuff helps.”

allura grinned and shook her head at him as if she was surprised to see him suddenly standing in front of her. “i didn’t catch your name…”

“lance,” he said, holding out his hand. “i feel like i’ve seen you before. i’m in 507 if that helps.”

“allura,” she supplied. “and yes, i’ve definitely seen you going out for jogs early in the morning. i’m in 501.”

lance winked. “oh, well, hello neighbor. it was a pleasure dorking out to disney soundtracks with you.”

allura bowed dramatically. “likewise. have you got anymore queued up?”

“let’s see. i’ve got ‘be our guest,’ ‘friend like me,’ ‘let it go,’ and ‘i just can’t wait to be king.’ pick your poison.”

“‘friend like me’ obviously,” allura scoffed.

“right, right, aladdin junkie. why didn’t i realize sooner?”

“jasmine was my spirit animal. i dressed up as her for halloween three years in a row back when my hair was still black. i was the splitting image of her.”

“wait that’s so adorable. i’m so basic, i think i reused the same pirate costume for like five years.”

“you were a pirate for five years?”

“well, for the first year. next year i was a ghost pirate. then a zombie pirate. demon pirate. and a cuban pirate.”

allura chuckled. “what on earth is a cuban pirate?”

“a pirate with a cuban flag wrapped around his head that says truco o trato to all the gringos that answer the door.”

he left her laughing so hard that she stumbled back a couple of steps and had to catch herself against the machine behind her. “are you like this all the time?”

“please. this isn’t even me trying. you should wait until i really get the jokes going. you won’t survive.”

allura shrugged. “i mean, i have to stay here until my clothes are done washing. so i’ve got nothing but time.”

lance smiled. “alright. but remember. you asked.”

“listen, if it keeps me occupied on a saturday night, i promise i won’t mind.”

“well, if you eventually get tired of my jokes, i have aladdin on dvd back at my place. i could pop some popcorn and throw it on for us. i was getting kind of bored sitting in my apartment all day and laundry can only get so exciting.”

allura bit her lip, distracting herself with loading the rest of her clothes. “i’d like that. i’ll bring blankets and some sweets i brought back from work.”

“yes! sleepover! haven’t had one of those in a while.”

“hm?” allura smirked, raising a brow. “want me to sleepover, do you? you ought to ask me to dinner first.”

lance sputtered. “w-wha? no! no no. no, that’s not what i meant, no. totally platonic, buds being buds, watching a movie, five feet apart ‘cause we’re not gay.”

“that’s a shame,” allura shrugged. “if you wanted me all to yourself, all you had to do was ask.”

lance leaned into the start button on the washer at the same time she did and tried to play off the fervent jolt of excitement that lit up the length of his spine. “that was really smooth, allura.”

she giggled. “why thank you.”

“do you like takeout?” he offered. “i was thinking thai food.”

“i’ll pay if you show me pictures of all of those pirate halloween costumes. i feel like i’m only going to believe this cuban pirate story if i see it for myself.”

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┆𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖬𝖠𝖳･｡ﾟ — 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

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⇾ 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 || 𝖭𝖾𝗑𝗍

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨𝖨𝖨🦋: 𝖱𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗐𝗈

𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 party was lit as fuck was an understatement because Ophelia and the girls were turnt all the way up with Hennessy flowing through their veins and weed. The group danced with each other more so, twerking on one another, smacking on each other's asses without a care in the world. Of course, they had guys hitting on them. They gave them zero attention. Nikole was a flirtatious drinker. She would flirt with numerous guys in a night, seduce them, give them lap dances but never fucks them.

Ariah was the total opposite. She's a friendly drinker and could make friends with anyone, but she doesn't trust people like that. Now Zielle, however, is a fighter when she drinks sometimes. She would put a bitch in her place and whoop their ass if necessary. That was why Ophelia fucked with them the way she did.

As the girls danced, the song switched to their favorite track, they all looked at each other with the same expression.

"Oh bitch, this my shit." Nikole cheered in excitement.

"Girl, what do they know bout this?" Ariah laughed.

Booty by Blac Youngsta blared through the speakers as they bent over and started bouncing their asses to the song's beat. People around them began to cheer for the group recording them.

Meanwhile, Fezco sat on the couch with a blunt rolled up smoking outside in the back. He wasn't paying these kids any mind unless they wanted to buy some Molly, Xanax, or Weed from him. As he goes to spark the joint, he hears a couple of guys that walked outside.

"Bro, did you see those girls twerking? Their asses were so fat, man." One of the boys spoke to his friend.

"Damn, bro, I'd hit that every night." The boy's friend said, nodding his head.

Fezco laughed, shaking his head, knowing it was most likely Ophelia and her friends. It took him back to the night they met and had their first encounter.

Ophelia danced alone without a care in the world, while from the other side of the room, Fezco watched her like a lion stalking its prey. The way she whined her hips to Body by Dreezy Ft. Jeremih had Fezco ready to pounce on her. He had never in his life seen someone or something so beautiful. After the track changed, Ophelia started throwing her ass back to Twerk by City Girls.

Fezco walked up behind her and snaked his arms around her waist. When Ophelia turned around to protest in rage, she was appalled by the beauty of Fez. His buzz-cut and blue eyes took her breath away. With the way he was gripping her ass, kneading it like dough, Ophelia was about to risk it all. Ophelia and Fezco would be lying if they said there wasn't an instant connection between the pair because sparks flew as they stared into each other's eyes.

As Ophelia threw her ass back on Fezco in a circle, do you know what he did? He caught all of it. He bit his lip, circling her right cheek before smacking it. Fezco pulled her hips to his, groaning under the music, feeling himself get hard.

The pair ground against each other, getting lost in one another that the party around began to disappear.

"What's your name, ma?" Fezco asked, gently grasping Ophelia's chin, which she grinned at the gesture. Ophelia had to admit that staring into those blue eyes of his made her stomach erupt with butterflies.

"I'm Ophelia." She introduced herself, biting her bottom lip as she felt Fezco squeeze her ample ass through her leggings.

"Ophelia. I like it. It's beautiful and different like you." Fezco spoke, grinning down at the short girl, often staring at her plump lips that made him want to kiss them all night long. "I'm Fezco, but you can call me whatvea' you want."

"Oh, are you trying to flirt with me?" Ophelia blushed, looking away for a second to gather herself because right now, she was ready to act up and risk it all.

"Is it working?" Fez whispered in her ear, and that made Ophelia want to moan out when she felt his beard scrape against her face.

"Maybe, maybe not," Ophelia replied sarcastically, shrugging her shoulders. She bit her lip as she scanned Fezco from head to toe.

"So can I get your number or nah?" Fezco asked, staring down at Ophelia with lust clouding his ocean blue eyes.

"I have a better idea. If you can accompany me home, I might." Ophelia said, smirking at Fezco, running her hand down the front of his jeans.

"Shii lead the way, ma." Fez eyed Ophelia as she switched her hips, walking ahead of him. He wanted nothing more than to feel her ass clap back against him as he's pounding her out from behind.

Fezco took the lead and brought Ophelia to his car, and they both got inside. On the drive to Ophelia's house, Fezco had one hand on her thigh and the other on the wheel as they shared a blunt. Ophelia took her key out of her bra and unlocked the door when they arrived at said destination. As Fezco glanced around at his surroundings, he was appalled by the sheer beauty of her house. From the glass chandelier on the ceiling to the marble staircase. Suddenly the sound of Ophelia's voice brought him out of his trance.

"Are you going to stand there or follow me upstairs?" Ophelia stood at the top of the stairs with a smile on her face. She didn't know if it was the weed or the liquor she drank, but whatever it was had her feeling good as she peeled off her top.

Fezco decided he would ask her later what her parent's occupations are because right now, all he wanted was to get Ophelia naked. He made it up the steps n no time and followed the light to Ophelia's room, and found her in nothing but a black lacey two-piece set she got from Fashionnova. All he could do was stop and stare and make sure what he saw was real.

It took Fez no time to get rid of his shirt before working on jeans next. Ophelia smashed her lips against his and took charge of their battle of dominance, but she would soon learn that Fez was the dominant one. Fezco picked up Ophelia by the back of her thighs, tossing her onto the bed like a sack of potatoes. He nibbled on her neck, trailing his hand down to her soaked panties.

"Shit ma you wet as fuck." Fez groaned, feeling the wetness through her lacey panties. He wanted to taste her so bad. Ophelia lifted her hips, allowing him to slide her panties off her body and toss them on the floor.

His fingers teased her pussy playing with her wetness before circling her sensitive clit. Ophelia moaned as their kiss got heavier as her nails dug into the skin of his arm. Slowly he eased a finger inside, instantly feeling her walls clench around it. Next, he worked a second finger inside, making Ophelia's eyes roll back to her head.

"Yes, right there..." Ophelia breathed, and a moan got caught in her throat. She felt stuffed with his fingers. She thought, 'If his fingers feel like this inside of her. Imagine what his dick would feel like'.

"Fuck I can feel you gettin' wetter." Fezco chuckled as he felt Ophelia's pussy gushing around his fingers. She was pretty sure she was creaming at this point.

"F-Fez fuck." Ophelia moaned as Fez moved his fingers deeper inside her, causing her thighs to shake. The more he did that, the more she thought, 'This man is fuck skilled with his fingers.' He could only smile at how much her body was reacting to him. "Please."

"Please, what?" Fezco smiled, seeing her face contorted in ecstasy.

Fezco thought Ophelia looked beautiful with her head thrown back in pure bliss. He leaned down and kissed her neck before biting the skin. Hard enough to leave his teeth marks in it so it can bruise tomorrow. Soon Ophelia felt a certain pressure inside of her. Her legs shook as she tried to hold them open, but he was making it so hard to do so.

"F-Fuck w-wait. Oh shit." Ophelia stuttered and let out a moan as Fezco decided to rub her sensitive clit with the thumb on his other hand.

"Uh uh, don't tell me to stop cuz I ain't," Fezco said, shaking his head. He didn't want to stop making Ophelia feel the way he was. If he could, he'd like it to last forever.

Ophelia whined, grinding her pussy onto his fingers, feeling her dam beginning to break. "Oh shit." She cried out as her thigh shook vigorously and her pussy squirts onto his hand and her sheets below her.

"Damn, I got you squirtin' like a fuckin' fountain, ma." Ophelia could hear the smile in his voice. He brought his finger to his lips and sucked her juices off of them before proceeding to slurp her clean. Ophelia couldn't comprehend what the hell was going on. All she knew was that she wanted his dick inside of her right now.

Not that long after, Fezco gets rid of his boxers and pulls Ophelia settled between her legs. He takes the folds of her knees and pushes her legs back. Ophelia breathed as Fezco sank over her teasing her pussy with the head of his dick. His lips smashed against hers as he finally pushed into her tight cunt. Ophelia moaned into his mouth as her ombre powder acrylic nails scratched down his chest.

"Fuck!" Ophelia gasped as Fezco set a sensual pace dragging against her slick walls. He wanted to feel them throb around him. "Damn it, Fez."

Fezco pinned her legs to the bed delivering long slow strokes, making Ophelia mewl and claw at his back. He laughed at her whines and cries before saying, "What's the matter ma? Can't take my dick?"

Ophelia wanted to cuss his ass out but couldn't because the moans escaped her throat. Fez reaches down rubs her clit with his thumb, and that makes her cry out as she tries to shut her thighs. "W-Wait, please."

"Please, what? What's my name, baby?" Fezco smirked

"F-Fez sto-Say my name, and I'll stop." Fezco interrupted Ophelia continuing to rub at her clit.

"Daddy!" Ophelia whined as her pussy started spitting back at him.

"That's it. Squirt for me." Fezco beamed down at Ophelia as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her legs shook violently as she desperately tried to push his hand away. Loving how sensitive Ophelia is, Fez pulled out of her and latched onto her clit.

Ophelia cried out, gripping the back of his head as her moans and pleads bounced off the walls. Fez worked her over with his tongue, paying attention to her clit, and abused it. His hand reached up and wrapped itself around her neck, squeezing slightly as he nibbled and sucked on the little bud as Ophelia pleaded with him.

"Fuck daddy! Shit right there. Right there." Ophelia chanted his name, arching her back as she held onto her legs. "Fuck yes!" Her pussy had more inside as he made her squirt like a faucet yet again, and Fezco drank it all.

He sat on his knees watching Ophelia shake, but he wasn't just done with her yet. Fezco flipped Ophelia over on her knees and arched her back, pushing her ass out to him. Mesmerized by her ass, he couldn't help but reach out and smack it. His hand came down onto her cheek before he pushed inside of her again.

Ophelia threw her head back at how deep he was inside of her. "Fuck daddy, you're so deep!" She cried out into the sheets gripping them between her fingers.

"Yea? Who's pussy is this?" Fezco questioned, delivering another smack to Ophelia's ass.

"Yours, daddy. It's your pussy." Ophelia moaned out Fezco gave her those strokes that had Ophelia seeing stars. He was in a trance as he watched her ass bounce back against him.

Fezco pushed Ophelia's upper body to the bed as he leaned his weight on her and pounded inside of her like there was no tomorrow. Ophelia moaned and cried into the sheets feeling the coil within her snap. Fezco felt her walls spasm around his dick and groaned. "Are you gon' give my pussy away to other dudes?" When Fez didn't receive a response, he smacked Ophelia's ass, making her when.

"No, daddy, I won't." Ophelia moaned, shaking her head. "I promise."

"Good girl." Fezco prised, kissing the back of her shoulder. He gripped Ophelia's hips and pounded her out harder and harder. His ending was approaching soon, and he didn't want it to stop. "Shit ma where you want it?"

"In my mouth." Ophelia breathed, looking back at Fezco as he moaned.

"Come get it." He grunted, pulling out of Ophelia, and she wrapped her lips around his dick. She bobbed her head down his cock and played with his balls or good measure.

This time Fezco threw his head back as his sacks tightened, and he came down Ophelia's throat. Ophelia kept sucking to milk out every last drop that she could before Fez became sensitive. The two lay there catching their breaths, exhausted.

"This stays between us," Ophelia spoke, breaking the silence between them.

"Word." He nodded in agreement.

Fezco comes back to reality when Ophelia makes her way outside, seeing him sitting alone and smoking. She walks over to his and sits next to him.

"Wassup ma?" He asked, offering the blunt to Ophelia, and she took it, taking a puff from it before passing it back to him.

"Nothing much. It got hot in there all those bodies inside." Ophelia said, fanning herself.

"I bet it did." Fezco nodded, looking at her. "So, can we talk?"

"About what?" Ophelia sighed, looking into those blue eyes that made her want to act up.

"Us." He replied, resting his head on the back of the couch.

"Fez-Think about it, ma." He interrupted her before she could finish speaking.

"What exactly about us?" Ophelia asked, crossing her arms.

"I wanted to give us a try." He replied, scooting closer to her. "Been thinkin' bout' it since the summer."

"Really?" Ophelia asked, astonished.

"Yup, I think we'd be good together," Fezco replied, grinning cheekily

"Listen, Fez-," Before Ophelia could finish, she heard yelling coming from inside of the house. Instantly her first mind goes to her friends, and she's running inside.

There was a shirtless Nate bitch-ass, Jacobs, yelling in a girl's face in the kitchen. Soon the girls walk up behind me, seeing the scene in front of them.

"Who in here knows Jules? Huh? Who are friends with Jules?' Having seen enough, Ophelia raised her hand before she spoke.

"I do. So I suggest you get out of Jules's fucking face before we have another problem." Everyone turned to me, including Nate and Jules.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. You don't have your boys with you now." Nate smirked. He thought Ophelia was alone, but he was dead wrong.

"I may not, but I got my girls with me, and we don't do that bullying shit," Ophelia said and grabbed a glass bottle off the counter

Zielle pulled out her switchblade, Nikole grabbed a kitchen knife, and Ariah had tied her hair into a bun, ready to fight. We stood in front of Jule in a protective stance, daring Nate to step to us.

"Everybody ya'll wanna know what Nate Jacobs is?" Nikole spoke loud, catching everyone's attention.

"He's an abusive, manipulative, and egotistical asshole who throws temper tantrums when he gets turned down," Ariah yelled, looking at everyone then back at a pissed-off Nate.

"Looks like you're mad, Nate. You wanna do something about it?" Ophelia asked, smirking at him.

Nate wanted to set these straight and hurt them, but they had weapons and could do some significant damage, so he backed down, huffing and puffing before walking away. The girls turned to Jules, who looked shocked.

"T-Thank you for that." Jules smiled, nodding her head.

"No problem. We hate Nate and his family. I'm Ophelia." Ophelia introduced herself then pointed at the girls. "That's Ariah, Nikole and Zielle."

"Hey." They said in unison.

"Can we get your number? We'd love to hang out sometime." Ophelia smiled, pulling out her phone.

All of the girls exchanged numbers before enjoying the rest of the party. They made sure to keep an eye out for Nate and his temper tantrums.

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