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Samantha Gradoville

Samantha Grodoville

by David Bellemere

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Cuddles?

Main Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: Girlfriend!female reader x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluffy, Established relationship,

Summary: All your boyfriend seems to want is cuddles, even when he's supposed to be working.

Requested: NO / yes

Lando was obsessed with you, with your boobs. He loved using them as pillows but still loved and was obsessed with you.

He loved cuddling you and just having his arms around you because you're always cold, and he's always way too hot.

There was just something about you that he couldn't get enough of.

To find him, people just had to find you because he didn't go very far from your side.

Fans absolutely adored the relationship you had with Lando.

They loved seeing the light in his eyes when he talked about you, or when you were mentioned in a conversation. That light in Lando's eyes was brighter when you were near.

They loved that light even more when Lando was disappointed with race results after his Miami win, because let's be honest it got brighter than any star in the sky when he won with you there to celebrate.

It was never a question on if you were going to be at a GP because it was mentioned many times that Lando hated being parted from you and you hated it just as much.

So when you were unable to attend the Belgium GP through the Azerbaijan GP it was concerning to fans because you never missed a race, but then you did, four in a row.

When Lando was asked about you disappearance from the Belgium and Dutch GPs, he said that you had something to do for work, which no one knew what it was and that you were with him over break so it was okay.

But in Azerbaijan when questioned about your absence he said that you were seriously only working because you had a real job that was relatively demanding.

When a cake was posted on Lando's Instagram account reading "Big Boobs, Big Heart," with the next photo being you at his hotel in Singapore, fans couldn't have been more over joyed.

On media day, Lando was asked about the cake and he explained that it was something you said and the team wanted to get you a cake for being back for the first time in months and he got to pick out the cake because he knew you the best.

It was like you were his lucky charm because he won the Singapore GP, dedicating it to you.

He pulled you over the barrier and it was the first time in months that people had seen your hands, because when the camera caught the moment, you showed your engagement ring to the whole world on international television.

A/N: A poll one-shot, it was tied for second/third with Oscar

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Chapter 7 - A Stand for Love

Has RM of BTS Sued Two Photographers Over a Lover?

Reports have surfaced that RM, leader of BTS, has filed a lawsuit for privacy violations and issued a statement addressing the situation.

According to a prominent entertainment news outlet, private photographs of RM and his alleged lover were recently leaked to the public. The images have been described as "bold" and "intimate," allegedly captured during a private holiday. One photo reportedly shows RM shirtless, giving the woman—who appears to be topless—a back massage. Another depicts the two sharing a passionate kiss while she straddles his lap.

The "alleged girlfriend" is rumored to be none other than BTS’ Creative Director, a foreign national. This revelation has sparked speculation that their connection might go beyond professional collaboration.

In his statement, RM confirmed his intention to take legal action against the photographers responsible for the privacy breach but firmly stated that he would not provide "any further clarity" on the matter.

Netizens React

The news has sparked a whirlwind of reactions online, ranging from criticism to support:

“What does she think of herself? Is she just trying to get close to him for a promotion?”

“My Namjoonie wouldn’t do this. Dating a foreigner? He should have chosen me!”

“She’s probably just a gold digger. Look at her making him give her a massage!”

“She looks hot, though. We haven’t seen her face, but her body screams ‘boss lady.’”

“Guys, let’s chill. Namjoon is an adult who knows what he’s doing. Let’s support him.”

“It’s clear she’s enjoying life with Namjoon. I mean, who wouldn’t? Look at that man!”

What’s Next?

Will RM choose to reveal her identity or keep their relationship under wraps? How will this impact his career and her position as BTS’ Creative Director? The story has left fans divided, with some calling for answers while others encourage respect for RM’s privacy.

What do you think? Tap to read more 👇

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to steady the storm brewing within. The words from the article replay in your mind, loud and relentless. Every comment feels like a dagger, cutting through your confidence. You tighten your grip on the desk to ground yourself, silently repeating, “It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay.”

The familiar sound of Samantha’s hurried footsteps snaps you out of your trance. She jogs down the corridor, her face a mix of concern and urgency. “Y/N, how are you holding up?” she asks, her voice low but firm. Before you can answer, she continues, “We need to act quickly. I need you to draft a press release stating that the company condemns this breach of privacy and will take strict action.”

You nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “Okay.”

Samantha’s expression softens as she places a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I’ve also heard that the board has called Namjoon in for a meeting. They might want to speak with you as well. Be prepared, okay?”

The weight of her words presses down on you, but you manage a small, tight-lipped smile. “Thanks, Samantha.”

She squeezes your hand gently. “That’s what friends are for. You’ve got this.”

As she walks away, her presence feels like a lifeline in a sea of chaos. But the reality of what’s unfolding looms larger. With a deep breath, you turn back to your desk, your mind racing. You don’t have time to fall apart. There’s work to be done.

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Later in the day, you receive an email about a board meeting scheduled for 4 p.m.

When you step into the conference room, the atmosphere is tense. Namjoon is already seated, along with the senior executives and Samantha, her expression calm yet concerned. You take your seat quietly, trying to steady your nerves as the meeting begins.

One of the senior board members clears his throat and speaks, his tone firm and authoritative. “We need to address this situation immediately. The backlash is mounting, and we can’t allow this to escalate further. I propose we release a statement claiming it was nothing more than a fling.”

Your heart sinks, and you glance at Namjoon, whose jaw tightens. His eyes darken, and his hands ball into fists on the table.

Another senior turns to him directly. “Namjoon-ssi, do you love Y/N?”

Without hesitation, he answers, his voice steady and resolute. “Of course I do. There’s no question about it.”

You feel your chest tighten at his declaration, but before you can react, the first board member interjects. “Then perhaps you should reconsider. The backlash is damaging, and this could harm both your career and hers. A fling would be easier for the public to accept.”

Namjoon’s chair scrapes against the floor as he stands abruptly, his towering presence commanding the room. “No. I won’t do that!” His voice is firm, unwavering. “Why should I lie? Why should I diminish something so important to me just to appease a handful of people who don’t even know us?”

The room falls silent, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

“I agree with Namjoon-ssi,” you say, your voice steady but firm as all eyes in the room turn toward you. You glance at Namjoon, who looks at you with a mixture of surprise and admiration. “Our team can draft a statement confirming that the woman in the images is indeed his girlfriend. We’ll emphasize the importance of privacy and kindly ask ARMYs to support them.”

The room remains silent for a moment, and you can feel the tension thick in the air. One of the executives looks unconvinced, but before they can interject, Samantha speaks up.

“She’s absolutely right,” Samantha says confidently, her tone decisive. “Even if we claim it was just a fling, fans will eventually uncover the truth. When that happens, the backlash will be far worse than it is now. The dishonesty will anger them immensely, and it could permanently damage the trust they have in Namjoon and, by extension, BTS as a group.”

Another senior sighs heavily, clearly weighing the implications. “But this kind of statement will bring long-term media scrutiny, especially for the woman involved. Is that something the company can handle?”

Namjoon doesn’t hesitate to answer, his voice strong and unwavering. “Yes. And so can I. I love Y/N, and I’m not ashamed of that. If anyone has a problem with it, that’s their issue, not mine.”

The conviction in his tone silences the room again. You feel a lump forming in your throat, a mix of pride and emotion at his unwavering support.

Samantha nods and looks around the table. “It’s better to address this truthfully and with respect. ARMYs have always been understanding when given honesty. If we handle this with care and transparency, it’ll set the right tone.”

The senior executives exchange glances, reluctant but knowing they’re outnumbered. Finally, one of them sighs and leans back in their chair. “Alright. Draft the statement. But it needs to be flawless. We can’t afford any missteps.”

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The car hums softly as it carries you both home, the road ahead stretching out before you. Namjoon’s hand gently intertwines with yours, his thumb soothingly caressing your skin. After the whirlwind of the day, the simple act of holding hands feels grounding, comforting.

"Babe," you say quietly, your voice filled with admiration. "You were so brave today. You stood up for me—and for yourself."

You turn to him, and see his eyes filled with affection, love, and pride. "I had to. I can't let them control our life just because some fans think this is wrong. No. Absolutely not."

His gaze softens as he leans in for a quick peck, but when his lips brush against yours, a flood of emotions surges within you.

Without thinking, you tug him forward, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer. He groans into the kiss, his hands sliding down to your waist, pulling you even more closer. “Jagiya, don't start something you can't finish,” he teases.

“Who says I can't finish? Are you challenging me Mr.Kim Namjoon?”, you reply smirking as you pull away slightly.

Namjoon chuckles, pulling you onto his lap slides the privacy screen between you and the driver. You diver in for another kiss, your hands roaming under his T-shirt to trace the lines of his abs. He responds eagerly, unbuttoning your shirt while nibbling at your neck. You let out a soft moan.

“Baby, should we take it home?” you whisper.

He hums in response, though his actions suggest otherwise.

A knock interrupts the moment, on the glass “Namjoon-ssi, we've arrived. The area looks clear.”

Namjoon sighs in frustration, resting his head on your shoulder. “Why does the staff always have to cockblock us?”.

You laugh, buttoning up your shirt. “Come on, let's go inside. We'll have all the time we need.”

“Does that include me making love to you until you can't think straight?” you tease stepping out of the car.

“Hmmm, let's see. What's in store for us at home.”

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In the elevator, Namjoon wastes no time. He pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you as his lips capture yours. The kiss is deep, and you feel him tugging you closer, as if the world outside doesn't exist. His hands roam your back, pulling you against him as his lips trail down your jaw.

“Jagiya,” you mummer between the kisses, “the elevator has cameras.”

He pauses for a moment, smirking. “Then I hope they enjoy the show.”

You swat his chest playfully, laughing as the elevator dings, signalling your arrival. Both of you step out, love-drunk smiles plastered on your faces.

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“Babe, I’ll go heat up the food. You go freshen up,” he says with a soft smile. You stand there for a moment, watching him walk away, feeling incredibly lucky to be dating Namjoon.

In the bedroom, you begin to undress, preparing to freshen up. As you change, an idea strikes you—a playful smirk curling on your lips.

When you step out, the table is already set, and Namjoon has disappeared for a shower. You take a seat at the dining table, allowing yourself a moment of quiet reflection. The day had been nothing short of hectic and overwhelming, but you feel grateful Namjoon had been by your side throughout.

The sound of soft footsteps pulls you from your thoughts. You look up to see Namjoon emerging from the hallway, shirtless, his toned chest and shoulders glistening slightly under the lights. His gray shorts sit perfectly on his hips as he walks toward you, exuding effortless confidence.

“Damn, babe,” he says with a teasing smirk, his eyes scanning you. “I thought I was the only one in the mood tonight, but look at you. Stand up for me and give me a show.”

You glance down at the red satin pajama set you are wearing. He had gifted it for you, knowing exactly why it's gotten this reaction out of him. His heated gaze tells you everything, and you can't help but smile knowingly.

“Okay, but for now, let's eat dinner. It's already past time,” you reply with a playful grin.

“Jagiya,” he groans, stepping closer, his hands lightly grazing your waist. “Dinner can wait. Let me devour you first.”

You place a hand on his chest to stop him, raising an eyebrow. “I said after dinner. That means after dinner. Be a good boy and listen.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes dramatically, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Okay, mommy,” he mutters, his lips twitching in amusement.

__________________________

After dinner, the two of you settle into the final chores of the day, the soft rhythm of R&B playing in the background. As you sway lightly to the music while unloading the dishwasher, you feel Namjoon’s strong arms wrap around your midsection from behind.

“Darling, are you done yet?” he murmurs into your ear, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. His fingers toy with the hem of your top, teasing you as he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder. “Let’s go to bed. You promised me a show.”

You pause for a moment, leaning into his warmth, and smile. “Hmmm, I remember,” you reply playfully, turning your head slightly toward him.

His hands slide upward, gently brushing against your chest. “Looks like you’ve come prepared for me,” he says with a sly grin, his tone dropping deeper and dripping with anticipation.

“Yes, I have,” you reply, your voice soft yet laced with playful confidence. “I wanted to treat you after such a long and hard day.”

Before you can say another word, he swiftly twirls you around and lifts me in his arms, catching you completely off guard. “You're too good to me,” he whispers, his eyes locked onto yours.

He carries you into the bedroom with a purpose, his hold firm yet gentle, leaving no room for protest. Upon reaching the bed, he lays you down carefully before hovering over you. His lips find yours in an instant, capturing you in a kiss so passionate and intense that it feels as though all the weight of the day is melting away.

Unlike the playful make-out sessions earlier, this kiss is charged - raw and unrestrained. It's as though he's pouring all his emotions into you, showing his dominance, his need and his love.

His hands trail to the hem of your top, and in one smooth motion, he pulls it over your head - leaving you vulnerable beneath his gaze. For a moment, you expect to feel a wave of awkward shyness, but instead, a burst of confidence takes over.

With a mischievous smile, you push him back and roll him over, straddling in one swift motion. Namjoon looks up at you, slightly startled but entirely intrigued, his lips quirking up into a smirk.

As you shift into place, you can't help but notice the hard bulge pressing against you through his shorts. Leaning closer, you whisper with a teasing grin, “Look who's talking about being prepared. Seems like you have decided to go commando in those grey shorts.”

His smirk widdens, his hands instinctively finding your hips as he chuckles deeply.

“How could I not when I knew I'd end my night with you?”

Saying nothing more, Namjoon smirks and rolls you over with ease pinning your wrists above your head. His grip is firm but gentle, leaving no doubt about who's in control. His lips trail down your neck, igniting a fire under your skin as he continues his mainstraions.

“You drive me crazy, baby,” he mummers, his voice low and full of desire.

Just when you think you can't take the teasing any longer, he pulls back his eyes meeting yours. “Wait here,” he commands, his tone soft yet authoritative. “I'll get the lube and condoms.”

You watch as he gets up, walking towards his walk-in closet. Moments later, he reappears with the items in hand, but your attention is drawing to something else. Dangling from his other hand is a tie - silky and dark.

Your breath hitches as he walks closer, his eyes locked onto yours with a mischievous glint. “Thought I'd add a little extra fun to the mix,” he says, twirling the tie with his fingers before tossing it on the bed.

“Is that for me or you?,” you ask, your voice barely a whisper, your heart racing in anticipation.

His smirk deepens as he places the items on the nightstand. Leaning over you, his lips brush against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “That depends. Do you want me to take full control tonight?”

You nod sheepishly, a mix of nervous excitement coursing through you. Namjoon chuckles, his deep, resonant laugh sending a ripple of anticipation through your body. “Good girl,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your face before grabbing the tie from the bed.

He blindfolds you with deliberate care, his fingers grazing your skin as he secures it gently. Deprived of sight, your other senses heighten—his touch feels electric, his scent intoxicating, and the sound of his movements amplifies the anticipation.

Namjoon takes his time, his lips exploring every inch of you, leaving a trail of warmth and desire in their wake. His sweet words of love and adoration fill the room, grounding you in his affection even as your body arches in response to his every move.

When he finally fulfills his promise, he leaves you breathless. His steady rhythm, the way he thrusts with precision and care, sends waves of pleasure rippling through you. Your fingers grip the sheets beneath you, toes curling as he builds you higher and higher.

“Babe,” he groans, his voice laced with passion, “you’re perfect.”

Each thrust is punctuated by his whispered confessions of love, his hands holding you as if you’re the most precious thing in the world. The intimacy, the connection, and the overwhelming pleasure blur together, leaving you lost in him.

“Namjoon,” you gasp, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, his voice gentle yet commanding. “I’ve got you, jagiya. Let go for me.”

And when you do, it feels like the world falls away, leaving just the two of you in this moment of pure, unfiltered love.

He gets up, returning with a damp towel, gently wiping the sweat off your skin, his touch tender and caring. With soft hands, he removes the tie from your eyes, his gaze filled with adoration as he looks at you.

Sliding one of his oversized T-shirts over your head, he carefully dresses you before tidying up the room, making sure everything is in order. After slipping into his boxers, he joins you on the bed, pulling you into his arms with a warm, comforting hug.

You snuggle closer, feeling safe and cherished in his embrace. “I love you, Namjoon,” you whisper softly, your voice laced with exhaustion but brimming with affection.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, his voice tender as he replies, “I love you too. Good night, jagiya.”

Wrapped in each other’s warmth, the world fades away, and the two of you drift off into dreamland, hearts beating in perfect harmony.

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Samantha and Nellie’s Northwoods Adventures

As I’ve already mentioned, last weekend Samantha, Nellie, Kaya, and I went to my family’s Cottage in Northern Wisconsin! 🌲 Samantha had visited the Cottage with me when I was little, but a lot had changed since she (and I) had last been there; and this was Nellie’s first time ever! Sam described it to her as being like a smaller version of Piney Point, where Nellie had joined her and Grandmary on vacation after being adopted into the family. I already shared photos of what Kaya did up North, so now here’s Sam and Nellie’s Northwoods adventures!

We left in the afternoon, but the drive to the Cottage is four hours(!), so it was already evening by the time we got there. In keeping with Cottage traditions, I rang the loud, clanging ship’s bell 🔔 that’s mounted on a pole near the door to announce our arrival to the forest and the few neighboring cabins. That first night, we really only had time to unpack and get settled before going to bed.

The girls were so excited they stayed up late into the night, snuggled into their sleeping bags, talking in low tones and giving the occasional hushed giggle.

Despite the late night, we awoke bright and early for the first full day.

Breakfast somehow tastes especially delicious when eaten in a cabin by a wide window with a lakeside view.

After breakfast, I was mainly occupied with taking the pictures of Kaya and swimming 🏊, so the two girls were left to their own devices for most of the day, but Nellie did join my mother, stepfather, and me on the pier later on.

Nellie stood on the pier, staring out at the bright blue sky over the deeper blue of the waters.

We also discovered a perfectly doll-sized chair that matched the bigger ones, so of course I had to take advantage of that!

She relaxed in the chair in the warm early evening sunlight, listening to the waves lap at the wooden planks.

The next day, I was so exhausted that I ended up sleeping into the early afternoon, and by the time I woke up the sunshine had been replaced by a wet, cloudy sky. Samantha passed the time painting 🎨 on the deck (Virginia had kindly allowed her to borrow her paints and easel) until it began raining 🌧️ in earnest.

The gray day was a little disheartening, but Samantha made the best of it with Virginia’s borrowed paint set (though she did have to duck inside with the painting still unfinished when the occasional light spotting of rain turned into a regular drizzle).

After it began to pour, we went back inside and made popcorn 🍿 before retiring early.

The last day seemed to sneak up on us before we knew it. It started out gray again, but Sam and Nellie decided to take a walk with Jip 🐕 anyway, and while they were playing ball the sun came out again.

Jip was full of energy, so they decided to tire him out with a game of keep-away. Sam and Nellie tossed the bright red ball back and forth, Jip running back and forth between them, following the ball’s progress and occasionally leaping up in an attempt to grab it out of the air. Finally he caught it and paraded around proudly with it, then sat down to chew it and refused to relinquish it for several minutes until he was convinced the game was over.

After a short rest, it was time to head back inside to pack up again and begin the long journey back home.

The sun had come out during the game, and both girls were feeling hot and winded. They sat down on a fallen birch to catch their breath, grateful that they’d brought along a big jug of iced tea*. Jip already seemed energetic again, wagging his stubby tail and sniffing eagerly through the dead leaves. “I think he tired us out!” Nellie laughed, a little breathlessly. They sat and drank their tea, listening to the sounds of nature (and the occasional sharp bark from Jip when he saw a squirrel), reluctant to leave… but eventually they went back inside to pack and say goodbye to the Cottage. 

“I hope we can come back next year!” Nellie remarked, watching the Cottage dwindle down the road behind them, before disappearing around a bend and being lost to sight.

THE END

*I realized after taking the photo that their mugs of tea look kind of like beer steins, but I promise they’re not 😅

BONUS:

(In case anyone was wondering what Samantha's finished painting looked like!)

I’m thinking of covering my poor attempt at a birch tree in the lower left with something else… a pine tree perhaps, or maybe just re-painting the trunk so it’s brown instead of white with black marks… though then I’d have to make it much darker than the surrounding dirt, to make it stand out. I’m open to suggestions!

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Smoking Ages You

Kappa Delta Pi was the it place on campus, and I was the king. Michael Webber, Mikey as my friends called me. There I am in the center of our group photo. We were an inseparable group of bros. Porter, Kent, Oliver, Damian, and me. Kings of the campus is what people called us. Could you blame us. We were hot, ripped, and rich, and boy did we love our cigars. Lungs be damned. There was nothing like the deep, rich scent of a perfectly aged cigar.

If there was one thing the girls on campus did not like, it was our unique love of cigars. Many girls actively avoided us. Yes, we never suffered for women, but we never got the cream of the crop. Until one night we managed to score dates with five of the hottest girls from Alpha Salem Theta. After dinner, we were sitting in the senior smoking room of our frat. Five boys with their cigars, whisky, and girls.

“Boys, could you please stop smoking. It’s disgusting,” said Porter’s date, Amber.

“Don’t you know how bad it is for you,” said Damian’s date, Chelsea.

“Boys will be boys. Stupid and idiotic till it’s too late,” said my date, the head of Alpha Salem Theta, Samantha.

“Oh, come on babe. Smoking is sexy. We are hot and you know you love it,” I said.

“I’m not your babe. Come on girls. Let’s leave these little boys,” said Samantha.

The five girls got up to leave and started walking towards the door.

My brothers and I pleaded with them to stay, but they wouldn’t budge.

“Fine! Be that way you stupid bitches. We can have any girls we want,” I said.

Samantha slowly turned around. “What did you just call us?” She was furious.

I started to stammer and then Samantha said “Girls, I thought we would let them go tonight, but since they want to be cruel, it’s time they get what’s coming their way. Boys, SIT!” she commanded.

Suddenly five chairs made their way to the center of the room and we were forced to sit down. We couldn’t move. We just kept puffing away at our cigars.

“What’s going on! Why can’t we move?” said Kent.

“Boys, we at Alpha Salem Theta practice the witchcraft of our sisters of yore that used to reside in Salem. We hate to see people throw away their lives on ridiculous things, such as cigars. You are all hot. You are smart, at least I presume you are, but you are all addicted to cigars. It is embarrassing. You act like a bunch of middle-aged men who have let themselves go. So, if that is how you want to act, why don’t you become just that.”

The girls started chanting some weird incantations. We were unable to decipher what they were saying. The wind started whipping and the room turned a vibrant red color. As it crescendo’d, it suddenly stopped.

“Ha, it didn’t work” I said.

“Just wait,” said Samantha.

Suddenly Porter started moaning. A rumbling came from his stomach and it started pushing out. His hair turned white and his hairline receded. A bushy beard grew on his face. Everywhere on his body, he gained fat. Wrinkles appeared everywhere and he aged right before his eyes. He looked like he could be 60. He had to weigh at least 300 pounds. His clothes burst at the seams and then they reformed. His blue button down resized to fit his body, his ripped jeans turned into khaki shorts and a belt wove through the loops as his shirt tucked in. All the while he puffed away on his cigar, attempting to scream, but unable to.

We all started panicking, but we couldn’t move and we continued to puff away at our cigars.

Kent was next. His stomach pushed out even faster, but didn’t grow as large as Porter’s. It almost seemed like he shrunk in height. All of his hair turned white as he aged up and a trimmed beard appeared. His white button down turned into a blue polo and his jeans expanded along with his waistline as a belt appeared. He was the mirror image of his dad.

Oliver aged the worst. He looked horrible. His hair was a mess and his beard looked like something George Lucas would sport, but way worse. His jeans turned into dad jean shorts that barely fit his much-expanded waistline. He looked like an old fart that was most comfortable in his recliner. A pair of old man glasses appeared on his face. Tears were streaming down his face, but all he could do was puff.

Damian was so proud of his hair. No more. His hair receded the most, leaving him with just a ring of hair. His face hardened with age as his beard grew in. His button down turned into a white tank top tucked into his jeans as his beer belly hung over his belt. He looked like trailer trash. He went from modeling for A&F to modeling for Medicare. His flabby arms were revolting.

“And finally, for the finale, the great Mikey Webber gets taken down a peg, or five, Samantha said.

It felt like I was going to throw up. My stomach rumbled so badly. Then it started growing, and growing, and growing. All the buttons popped off my shirt. My pant seams ripped. All of my hair fell off my head. I could see it on the floor around me. I was crying. I felt myself gain a second and a third chin. I had to be fatter then all my brothers. A blue button down formed over my body, and the ugliest pair of khaki shorts appeared on my body. I looked like Tony Soprano, but 10 times worse. Finally, it stopped, but it was too late. I was a man far past his prime. A tub of lard.

All of the girls laughed. “Good luck boys, with your new lives. Too bad no one is going to know who you are. Bye!” All of the girls left. We all slowly stood up and felt our new ages. Back pain and arthritis.

“My hair. It’s gone. I’m old. We are all old. How are we going to get girls now,” said Damian.

“That’s not our biggest problem. We need to find a way to switch back,” said Oliver.

Suddenly, Henry, the Junior class president walked in and started yelling. “Who the hell are you. Get the fuck out of here before I call the police. Creepy old men.”

We tried explaining who we were, but to no avail. Eventually we gave up and trudged downstairs and out of the frat without any of our belongings. We walked till we found an empty front porch. I sat down, trying to come to terms with what happened. We looked at our ID’s and it still showed our old lives, meaning that no one would ever believe us when we explained who we were.

“What the fuck are we going to do. We look like people’s dads. No one is going to believe who we are,” said Porter.

“Shut up. Just let me think. We will just have to convince the girls to change us back. Just let me finish my cigar,” I said. We all stayed on that porch, smoking our cigars, trying to figure out how we were going to get out of this mess. Little did we know, we were stuck like this forever, and our problems had only just begun.

[fyeahcompetentwomen]

Sophie Deveraux vs. Samantha "Sam" Carter

Remember: don't vote on "who would win in a fight", but on "who, when given a task that fits her skillset and talents, would do that task better: more comprehensively, faster, with more pizzazz, with less collateral, etc."

Endorsements! "What is she good at?"

Sophie Deveraux, Leverage: Give her the right stage, and she can be anyone. She can change character on a dime; she can read people from just a passport photo, she came to her own funeral - twice! - in the certain knowledge people wouldn't recognize her because she was acting. She oozes style (just not always the same style), and despite her good looks, she isn't just a pretty face - and in Leverage Redemption, well into her forties or even past fifty, she is still perceived to be hot and desirable, a woman in her prime!

Samantha "Sam" Carter, Stargate: #but sam blew up a sun#and punched ba'al#and (as i said up there) got between ronon and teal'c sparring#she beat the crap out of a warlord who saw women as property (we know the ep aged like milk but character building)#she built a particle accelerator!#she wouldn't stop until all her team got home#(ok shipper in me is like 'also cause she loved him' but roll with it)#she went up against her universe's version of a terminator and survived thank you tumblr user @tinknevertalks

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MOVIES WITH MEN IN UNDERWEAR (This is outdated- website shutdown early 2000’s)

“C”

Caddy, The (1953) Dean Martin walks into a darkened room in his white boxers, as everyone yells ‘Surprise!’ for a birthday celebration. Dean exits the room fast.

Caddyshack (1980) Michael O’Keefe

Cadence (1991) (Count a Lonely Cadence) (Stockade) Drama with endless scenes of Charlie Sheen, Laurence Fishburne and other US army prisoners in their army-issue white T-shirts and boxer shorts. Includes a long "emergency drill" scene out in a field at night, in the rain, with four of the six in only their underwear and boots.

Cagney & Lacey: True Convictions (1995) (TV) The women detectives go to arrest a guy at home, and he comes downstairs in his underwear.

Calendar Girl (1993) Jason Priestly, two other cute guys, mid movie, chase Marilyn Monroe to the beach and strip to boxers then naked; quick shot of his pecker.

Campus Man (1987) Making a male calendar. Lots of hunks

Candy (1968) Richard Burton is seen in wild-patterned silk boxer shorts.

Can't Hardly Wait (1998) After knocking them out with homemade chloroform, William's geeky friends strip him (Charlie Korsmo) and Mike (Peter Facinelli) to their underwear and take incriminating photos of them.

Can't Stop the Music (1980) Very bad Village People movie. Guys in briefs in the locker room scenes.

Canterville Ghost, The (1944) Robert Young and a platoon of men in their boxers and undershirts run around scared, as Charles Laughton haunts them. Robert Young boasts to the other soldiers on the army base. They pin him to the ground and take off his jumpsuit leaving him in white boxers and an undershirt. There's an extended scene where he hides behind the soldiers to make passerbys think he is clothed.

Cape Fear (1962) Suspense thriller. Robert Mitchum is subjected to a police strip search, but is unfazed and remains menacing in his full-cut white boxers and panama hat.

Cape Fear (1991) Robert DeNiro, searched by police, in red briefs.

Captain Ron (1992) Comedy. Kurt Russel in his briefs.

Car Wash (1976) Award-winning hit comedy. In early locker-room scene, guy drops his pants and shows his eye-catching white heart-spotted boxer shorts (and he seems to have something written on them). His co-workers immediately make fun and embarrass him - one holding the guy's trousers down so they can all get a good look.

Career Opportunities (1991) Comedy. Quick shot of a young guy in boxers and socks at the beginning of the movie; the same guy is later shown rollerblading around a department store wearing boxers.

Carnal Knowledge (1971) Jack Nicholson. Art Garfunkel was in his jocks too.

Carry On Constable (1960) A Street thief steals a bobbie’s suspenders, and his authoritarian trousers slip down while on patrol ... a comic scene indeed!

Casino (1995) Joe Pesci’s character and his brother were clubbed bloody before being stripped to their coloured Y-fronts and then buried alive. This happened near the end of the movie.

Casper (1995) Family comedy fantasy. Pullman is chased by ghosts. They grab swords and cry "All for one and one for all! Catch your pants before they fall!" They cut his belt, his pants fall down to his ankles, and he hops away in his boxers.

Casual Sex? (1988) Comedy. There are two good scenes with men in tighty whities.

Cat Ballou (1965) Comedy western. Lee Marvin in a white union suit, getting fitted for new clothes.

Catfish in Black Bean Sauce (2000) Comedy drama. We see Michael in his underwear and Dwayne in his boxers. Samantha then arrives and thinks that something is going on between the two men (there isn't).

Cell, The (2000) Suspense thriller. "We see Carl's father in his jockey underwear".

Chain of Passion [?] VERY hot scene at end of movie

Champ, The (1979) Jon Voight, though drunk, insists on taking off his own pants in this tear-jerker. Jon wears patterned full-cut boxer shorts in this scene.

Change of Heart (1938) Michael Whalen, wearing white boxers and garters, sews a button onto his trousers in from of Delmar Watson.

Chaplin (1992) Robert Downey, Jr. Quick scene of him in old fashioned boxers as he gets a costume together in studio wardrobe.

Charlie Chan at the Circus (1936) Chan’s #1 son gets temporarily kidnapped by gangsters, who pull him into car, strip him to A-shirt, striped boxers, shoes socks and garters, and then push him out of car in his underwear.

Chasers (1994) Billy McNamara in white briefs - two scenes - both great. Also has Tom Berenger in blue boxers. Billy’s pretty hot!

Chasing Amy (1997) Ben Affleck lying on the sofa with a naked Joey Lauren Adams. He is wearing boxers and some dirty looking white socks.

Checkered Flag (1990) Drama. Good rear view of guy's blue patterned boxer shorts in a stand-up, pants-down sex scene.

Chef! (1999) Documentary. A vigilante mob attack a 16-year-old boy who had stolen some chickens; the youth is stripped to his underpants and humiliated. "It is easy to imagine what might have developed if the filmmaker (Jean-Mari Teno) and his camera had not been present. Teno comments 'The paradox of this country is that the national sport - far more popular than soccer - is the plundering of resources by our heads and chiefs, yet a youth was nearly lynched for stealing one hen and four chicks'. Teno wonders if the powerless in the face of massive injustice take out their rage on those less powerful than themselves".

Choirboys, The (1977) Charles Durning and Asian guy go swimming in white briefs (Durning has a T-shirt). Locker room scenes too.

Chung King Express (1994) Romantic comedy drama. Nice cop (Tony Leung Chiu-Wai) in several scenes around his flat in white singlet and briefs.

City Heat (1984) 30s gangster comedy. Burt Reynolds in his underwear in a bedroom scene with Madeline Kahn. Also, an old guy glimpsed in the back of a car in his underwear, socks and garters, after Clint Eastwood steals his clothes, and another guy on a bed in underwear, socks and garters.

Class (1983) Comedy. In a prep-school prank near the start of the movie, Rob Lowe locks Andrew McCarthy out in the quadrangle in women's underwear. Lowe is also seen in pale boxers in a later scene.

Class Act (1992) Teen comedy. Christopher "Kid" Reid falling about in his white T-shirt and pale boxers, getting dressed for a date.

Clay Pigeons (1998) Clay goes to Amanda's house, but finds Lester (Vince Vaughn) there (in his underwear).

Clean and Sober (1988) Brian Benben (before "Dream On") climbs out of his sweatpants before Michael Keaton, revealing his classic white jockey briefs.

Clockwise (1986) Comedy. Headmaster John Cleese, needing clothes, has to go along with his student's plan: stopping in the woods, the schoolgirl gets Cleese to takes off his monk's habit, and persuades Michael Percival to strip to his underwear and put the habit on. Headmaster and schoolgirl then grab the guy's clothes and run to the car, Cleese in his underpants.

Clockwork Orange, A (1971) Alex (Malcolm McDowell) plods around in his underwear and is surprised to discover his "Post Corrective Adviser" Mr. Deltoid in the apartment. Deltoid is happy to have found the young boy before he has had a chance to get dressed.

Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977) Richard Dreyfus is wearing his light blue boxers and is bent over a bathroom sink when his young son paddles his butt with a ping pong paddle. Richard makes a funny face in reaction.

Closer You Get, The (2000) Comedy. Kieran (Ian Hart), and Mickey (Dessie Gallagher) seen in their underwear.

Clown, The (1952) Red Skelton is a washed up comic who loves his little boy, Tim Constadine. Red displays himself in boldly striped full-cut boxer shorts.

Clownhouse (1988) (TV) A 13 year old boy walks around in only pajama bottoms, then wets his bed when frightened by a dream. In the morning his butt is seen as he puts on underwear. He is then seen in underwear and a tee shirt. Later he is seen taking a bath, but nothing is shown.

Clueless (1995) High-school comedy. Makes a great visual gag out of the way Dion’s way cute boyfriend Murray (Donald Faison) carries the low-slung jeans fashion to its extreme. You always think they’re about to fall, but sadly, as in real life, this never quite happens.

Coach (1978) Soaked after coming in from the rain, Michael Biehn strips down to blue briefs.

Coca-Cola Kid, The (1985) Erik Roberts sitting on the couch talking on the phone in WHITE briefs.

Cocktail (1988) Tom Cruise, in white Hanes. Nice.

Cold Heaven (1992) Long first scene is of James Russo in white briefs and a T-shirt. Later in the movie, Teresa Russell pulls his pants off him and pulls him onto the bed.

Cold Sweat (1993) This unremarkable thriller is brightened by the presence of Adam Baldwin. Baldwin kills a man, and then strips to his boxers while burying the corpse, to avoid leaving incriminating evidence.

Color of Night (1994) Bruce Willis in shorts, in the pool, totally nude--even shows his penis. Also a shower scene, and a scene with him being nude and putting on jeans.

Color Purple, The (1985) Multiple award winning drama, including, if memory serves, a scene where Danny Glover dashes back and forth in his underwear, demanding his wife find various items he needs.

Comfort of Strangers, The (1990) Several scenes of Rupert Everett in boxers and birthday suit.

Coming to America (1988) Romantic comedy. Glimpse Arsenio Hall in white singlet and blue undershorts when Eddie Murphy tells him to get up and pulls back the blankets.

Commando (1985) Action. Arnold Schwarzenegger, stripped down to his little brown bikini briefs, rows a boat ashore.

Coneheads (1993) Sci-fi comedy. Two earthlings are taken to the coneheads' planet and presented to the leader -- in their gartered socks, undershirts, and boxer shorts.

Conversation, The (1974) Gene Hackman changes his pants while talking to his landlady on the telephone, revealing that he’s wearing classic white jockeys.

Cool Hand Luke (1967) Tons of scenes of the prisoners in their underwear. Paul Newman always in boxers, one guy always in briefs.

Corruptor, The (1999) Vu (Byron Mann) in his underwear.

Corvette Summer (1978) A young Mark Hamill crawling around in a prostitute’s van, shows a good glimpse of lots of boxer shorts sticking out over the top of his jeans. A fun movie for Hamill fans. (Mark Hamill did this movie one year after Star Wars).

Cotton Comes to Harlem (1970) Comedy. Tall, blond cop is seduced by a woman who gets him to strip to his socks and underwear (print boxers, white undershirt) and eventually to nothing but his socks. She grabs his clothes and runs out of the apartment - he chases after her, but ends up embarrassingly locked out in the corridor in just his socks. Another underwear scene follows immediately as cops question a guy in his print boxers and dirty white undershirt.

Coupe de Ville (1990) Comedy/drama. Two scenes with co-lead in white briefs - once as a young boy, and then ten or fifteen years later.

Courage Under Fire (1996) Lou Diamond Phillips wearing only a jock strap. Nice shot of him from the side as he pulls up shorts over his firm bare ass (tan line visible).

Cowboy Way, The (1994) Action/Comedy. Woody Harrelson in underwear a couple of times, and also a nice butt shot.

Creator (1985) Vincent Spano in white boxers, twice.

CrissCross (1992) David Arnott (very cute) gets out of bed wearing only his briefs. It’s kind dark, but still nice.

Crow, The (1994) Supernatural revenge fantasy. In a scene lasting several minutes, Eric Draven (Brandon Lee) pays a visit to sympathetic cop Albrecht (Ernie Hudson) at his home. This handsome, black police officer is in his cop cap and underwear - white T-shirt, grey-striped boxer shorts.

Cruel Intentions (1999) Sebastian finds Blaine (Joshua Jackson) and Greg (Eric Mabius) in bed together, both in their underwear, and takes a picture to blackmail Greg. Sebastian enters Kathryn's room to find her in bed and a guy under the bed, whom we then see leaving in his underwear.

Cruising (1980) Pacino calls at a door which is opened by a guy wearing a white trimmed blue pair of Jockey briefs and a matching singlet (A-shirt). Good long shots of the Y-front, buttocks and chest.

Crush, The (1993) Alicia Silverstone taking off her underwear while he is hiding in the closet. (huh?)

Cry-Baby (1990) Johnny Depp. Great scene of Depp hanging from ceiling showing his FOLs. Writer-director John Waters revealed that Depp wore not one but three pairs of underpants for the 'whoops-we've-gratuitously-ripped-his-trousers-off' scene. No unsightly bulges there!

Cuba (1979) Drama. Handsome young Cuban man comes home, strips as he crosses the lawn, and dives into the swimming pool in his trim white boxer shorts.

Curse, The (1987) Wil Wheaton is seen at 14 in only underwear.

Cutting Edge, The (1992) DB Sweeney in white boxers at beginning.

[obscene-beans]

THATS HOW YOU DESCRIBE A FUCKING KISS, CASSANDRA CLARE.

The book is The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon

[Photo ID: the first photo is a paragraph from a book that reads, “Sabran drew back to look at her. Ead caught a glimpse of her face in the candlelight—brows smooth, eyes dark and resolute—before they came together again, and the kiss was hot and new and world-forming, the flare of star birth on their lips. They were honeycombs of secret places, fragile and intricate. Ead shivered as the night welcomed her skin.” End paragraph.

The second photo is a screenshot from the Simpsons, the “that’s how it’s done” meme, of a father in a green shirt smacking the back of his son’s head and mouth open with scorn, while the son himself looks aggravated. End ID]

Forever irritated and mildly scarred at how Cassie described kissing in her books, especially in The Infernal Devices, because it was all just so physical and it lasted for like 6 fucking pages, I couldn’t stand it. Yes they melted into each other’s bones or whatever, what else.

[jerzwriter]

Holiday Fics Sneak Peek

I'm working on a bunch of holiday fics, so I'd give a little sneak peek. It's too late for a Sunday Six, but rules are for breaking! 😊

🌟Art credits: Top row and first photo on the bottom row - @/artbyainna (IG), second two on the bottom row @rosefuckinggenius 🌟

Open Heart - Ethan x Kaycee, Tobias x Casey, Jess x Casey Crimes of Passion - Trystan x Carolina Wake the Dead - Eli x Zoe

Casey & Jessica

Casey watched as her girlfriend furtively gnawed on her pen from across the room. The tiny Charlie Brown Christmas tree atop her kitchen table not providing the cover Jess had hoped for.

“Babe,” Casey called out, but Jess was far too lost in thought to hear.

Before the week ended, she needed to ace three exams and pack for their Christmas getaway. While that sort of pressure would get to most people, Jessica Philips wasn’t most people; Casey knew there had to be more on her mind. Crossing the room, she placed a steaming cup of hot chocolate before her girlfriend, then whisked a strand of her long red hair behind her ear and placed a kiss on her cheek.

“Are you going to tell me? Or do I need to tickle it out of you?”

Tobias & Casey

“Casey!” Tobias yelled from the end of the hallway, his arms flailing wildly to get his wife’s attention. “Case!”

The smile on her face broadened as she raced toward him. “You’ve got a spot!” she beamed.

“I do! We have never used this spot in hide and seek... not once! Are they all down for naps?”

“They are! I figure we have at least twenty minutes before one of them wakes up.”

“Then you better get moving.”

Tobias & Casey 2

“Can you believe this,” Casey beamed as she pulled a sweater over the giggling little girl on her lap. “A holiday Christmas card... a family holiday Christmas card!”

“Are you disappointed?” Tobias asked with a sarcastic grin.

“Nope. But sometimes, I’m still shocked. How did we end up here?”

With an exaggerated sigh, he took Samantha from Casey’s lap. “I guess I’ll have to explain it to you, Mrs. Carrick.”

Ethan & Kaycee

“Kaycee, I don’t know why you subjected yourself to this,” Jackie griped. “Why didn’t you just come with Ramsey? He has a car, and you wouldn’t have to worry about the run-in factor with us here.”

“I’d have to worry about a different run-in factor,” Kaycee reminded. “Remember, we’re trying to keep the fact that we’re dating lowkey until I finish my residency. Something about us strolling through the mall together Christmas shopping might tip some people off.”

“Yeah, especially with that doe-eyed look you get on your face when he’s around,” Sienna teased.

“And he has that slightly less disgusted with the world look on his,” Elijah added. “I see Kaycee’s point. A dead giveaway.”

Ethan & Kaycee 2

An hour earlier, and she wouldn’t have heard the bells chime when the door opened. But things had settled down; most people were already home with family and friends, precisely where she wanted to be. She turned around with a huff, but the look of annoyance evaporated from the pretty brunette’s face when she saw who entered.

“Well, well, well,” she sang. “What brings you in?”

The steely look Ethan shot would have terrified most, but she merely smiled.

“Shopping... of course.”

“Nothing like last minute,” she mocked.

“Yeah, well... I had no intention of being here.”

Trystan & Carolina

Trystan put the car in park. A spot right in front of Carolina’s apartment? On the streets of New York City? It was clearly it was a Christmas Eve miracle. He turned to Carolina, who had been much quieter than usual on the ride home.

“Hey,” he said, tenderly brushing her moonlit cheek. “Are you sure you’re OK with this? Staying in, just the two of us? It’s not too late for us to go to....”

“No,” Carolina interrupted, reaching to take his hand in hers. “A quiet night together... just you and me... that’s exactly what I want.”

Eli & Zoe

Eli opened the door quietly, unsure if Zoe was still asleep. Seeing the darkened room, he believed she was, so he gingerly placed the plate of cookies he managed to sneak away from Troy on top of an end table. While the sound was nearly inaudible, it was still enough to make her stir.

"Eli," she said groggily. "Why are you up here?"

Lifting the covers, he slid next to her, wrapping a protective arm around her.

"Because you're up here."

"But it's the winter celebration! You love this."

@choicesficwriterscreations

[andydrysdalerogers]

Undercover ~ Eleven ~ Separation Anxiety

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: this story continues after the events of the Losers. I may weave other characters into it but they are all minor. THE TAGLIST IS OPEN.

The playlist is available on Spotify.

cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

Previous: Chapter Ten ~ Not a Goodbye

Story Masterlist // Main Masterlist

“Please let me see him.”  

“I can’t allow that, Your Royal Highness.”  

“He is my...” Sam swallowed.  “Please,” she begged.  

Clay came from behind her.  He put his arm around the girl.  “We need to see Captain Jensen.”  

“He is in surgery.  We can’t allow you in.” The guard looked at the tear streaked face of Sam. “Ma’am, we will come get you as soon as the doctor is finished.  I promise.”  

“Thank you,” Sam said, resigned to sitting back int the conference room. Clay sat next to her, hand in mouth, thinking.  “He’s going to be ok, right?” 

“It was a shoulder shot, Sam. They just need to get the bullet out and stop the bleeding but it's easier on him if he’s under anesthesia.” He took her hand. “He’ll be good as new.”  

“What about the rest of the team?” 

“They are on the way.”  

“Your Royal Highness?” 

Sam’s head snapped to the door. “Yes?” 

“I’m Doctor Rogers.  Jake had a pretty severe wound to his shoulder. It broke part of the clavicle or collar bone but the rest of the wound was clean.  We set the bone and closed the wound.  He’ll need about six weeks to heal but otherwise, he should make a full recovery.”  Sam sagged against Clay in relief.   

“Can we see him?” 

“He’ll be in recovering for about an hour before we move him into a room. I’ll have a nurse bring you to him.”  The doctor shook hands and left.  

An hour later, Clay and Sam had made it into Jake’s room.  Sam immediately went to his side. “Hi JJ.” She kissed his forehead.  She took a seat and took his hand. He was peaceful, his right arm bound tightly to his body, bandages on his shoulder. She sits in silence, Clay on another chair in the corner of the room.  The nurses filter in and out, checking on him.  Sam lays her head near his arm, closing her eyes.  

“This must be some kind of dream because I don’t remember the nurses being this hot.”  

Sam snaps up and looks to see Jake staring at her. “Must be the drugs ruining your eye sight JJ.”  

“Doubt it.  See I know this girl who is an absolute knock out and she’s sitting right next to me.  Sometimes, I call her my girlfriend.”  

Clay snorts in the corner.  “I don’t know how this girl fell for you Jensen.  The shit you say is just shit.”  

“I like it,” Sam says softly. “Welcome back JJ.”  

“Hey baby. How bad is it?” 

“The bullet broke your clavicle.  They had to surgically repair it.” Sam chewed her lip. “You saved me.”  

“Princess, you sound shocked that I would.” Jake picked up her hand and brought it to his mouth. “I love you.” 

“Love you too Jakey.” She kissed his lips softly at first and then his head.  

“When can I blow this popsicle stand?” 

“As soon as Dr. Rogers clears you to be moved. Then back to another safe house. I’m meeting with Fowler and Hart in about half hour.” Clay clapped Jake’s shoulder gently.  “I’m glad you didn’t die Jensen.  Life would be boring without you.”  

“Thanks Colonel.” 

“I’ll leave you in the very capable hands of Princess Sam.” He shot a wink at Sam and left the room.  

“Did he actually just hit on you in front of me?” Jake was shocked.  

“Even if he did, Jakey, you’re the only man that I have eyes for.”  Sam kissed his temple again. They sat quietly when there was a knock and a tall blonde man walked in.  

“Hi Jake, I’m Doctor Rogers. How are you feeling?” 

“Like I got shot,” Jake offered. The doctor chuckled. “But seriously, my shoulder hurts.”  

“That’s to be expected with major surgery.  The surgery went well. You’re strong, young and healthy so I expect a quick recovery. No exercise until the brace comes off.” He glanced at Sam and then back at Jake. “Or at least, nothing too strenuous. I’m discharging you.”  

“Thanks Doc.” Jake looked at Sam, who flushed a little. “Wanna help me, princess?” 

Sam giggled and started to help Jake get dressed.  

The team met up in a new safe house.  “Well, that was a close one,” Pooch said.  

“Too close,” Clay replied.  “I want to know how cover was blown.”  

“I have an idea,” Aisha said. “You said you’ve worked with Fitzgerald before.” Clay nodded. “Well, he had to have known how you were planning on doing this. Once they started firing and realized we were firing back, it was easier to confirm the decoy and alert their other team.”  

“Fuck, didn’t even cross my mind,” Clay groaned.  “Alright, we have to wait to see what the director wants to do. I have my money on British Intelligence not being happy campers that we almost got the princess killed.”  

“I can bet that my father and brother are not please about it,” Sam replied. A knock on the door stopped the conversation. “Yes?” 

A soldier in army fatigues came in. “I’m sorry Your Royal Highness but I have His Majesty on the phone for you.”  

“Tony?” Sam was surprised.  She took the phone from the soldier. “Hi Tony, err, sorry, Your Majesty.”  

“Samantha, are you alright?” 

“Yes, I’m ok.”  

“Good. How is the soldier that was shot with you?” 

“He’s good, recovering. He was discharged this morning.”  

“That’s good to hear.” Anthony cleared his throat.  “Samantha, we are working on a plan to bring you back to England and placing you under the Royal Protection Service.”  

“What? Why?” 

“Why? Because you are heir to the throne of England, Samantha. You have to be protected. It would be easier on all of us if you were here at Kensington Palace.”  

“But...” 

“No, its an order. You will be on a plane tomorrow morning. I’ll discuss the rest of our plans with you when you arrive.”  

“Anthony, Your Majesty, please, wait...” 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Samantha”.  And he hung up.  

Sam stared at the phone in her hand.  She looked up at the team and focused on Jake.  “My brother is sending me to England.  To be placed under the protection of the RPS. Tomorrow.”  And she broke down crying.  

Jake was just as shocked. He wrapped his good arm around Sam as the team looked on. Clay cleared his throat.  “Why don’t we give these two some privacy.”  The team walked out, and Clay stopped. “We’ll get instructions on when her plane leaves and message you, Jake. Until then, we won’t disturb.”  Jake nodded as he leaned his head on Sam’s. Clay closed the door and the only sound that could be heard was Sam’s cries.  

“C’mon baby, relax for me. Take a deep breath,” Jake said.   

“What are we going to do Jakey? I don’t want to leave you,” she cried.  

“I don’t want you to leave either.” Jake took her face in his hand. “No amount of distance is going to make me stop loving you.”  He gently kissed her lips, savoring the softness.  

Sam didn’t want to stop. She moves to deepen the kiss, parting her lips as Jake licked in. He hummed as her taste invaded his mouth. “Princess,” he moaned.  

“Soldier,” she replied. Jake sat on the couch and Sam straddled him.  

“Princess, I can’t with my arm.” Jake looked torn. “I can’t make you feel good like I want to.”  

“Then let me,” she whispered. “Let me worship you, Jake.”  

“Sam, you don’t have to.”  

“I want to.”  Sam sank to her knees in front of him. Jakw swallowed as he watched as Sam pulled at the knot of his sweats, lifting his hips when asked.  She pulled down his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. “Perfect,” she whispered before wrapping her lips over his tip. 

“Princess, fuck, so good.” Jake’s head tipped back, eyes rolling back as Sam took more of him in her mouth. He forced his eyes open to watch. Her movements were not harsh or rushed.  She worshiped him, tongue softly caressing him. “Samantha, you look so beautiful.” He gathered her hair into his good hand. She took him all the way to the back of her throat, and he shuddered, trying to control the impending orgasm.  

“Sam, no, fuck I need to feel you princess.” With one arm, he hauled her into his lap. He kissed her hard, tasting the saliva and precome on her mouth. “Strip for me princess.” Sam stood up and took off Jake’s shirt that she had put on. She dropped her sweatpants, leaving her in pale pink panties.  

Jake wasn’t trying to drool but seeing his girl this confident, to stand before him without shame. She sat back down on his lap, grinding down on his shaft with just the panties between them. “I need you Jakey,” she whispered.  

“Here or the bed? Because as much as I want to baby, I can’t take control.”  

She stood up and took Jake’s hand.  He tripped slightly over his sweats as he followed her.  She let him get on the bed and pushed her panties down. He gestured for her to come to him and he pulled her up to his head. “Ride my face sweetheart. Let me taste you.” She carefully kneeled over his head, hanging on to the headboard. Jake did one long soft lick through her folds. She gasped and he went to work, sucking the little bundle of nerves.   

“Jake, fuck, Jake.”  

“Let go baby.” He sucked harder before licking her hard and shoving his tongue in as she let go. He drank her in, his mind drifting to the fact that this might be the last time.  He shook his head of the thought, not wanting to lose the moment. Sam carefully moved off of his head and went to staddle his waist. She kept looking at his eyes as she lined herself up over his cock and sank down.  

“Oh Jakey!” She kept going down until she bottomed out. Jake used his good arm to grip her hip and motion her up. He thrusted up with his hips, matching her movements.  

“Such a good girl, riding my cock. So warm and wet. Fuck princess, keep going.”  

“Jake, you’re so big,” she moaned as she rocked against him. “Fuck so strong baby.” She could feel the ribbon of pleasure starting to tighten. “Almost there,” she cried.  

Jake moved his hand to rub her clip in slow circles. “Fuck can feel you squeezing me. Do it baby, I’ve got you.”  

She came with a cry, head thrown back before she fell forward. Jake caught her to land on his good shoulder before he snapped his hips a couple more times and found his own end.  

The room stilled, just the sounds of their breathing coming back to normal is heard. Jake runs his hand over Sam’s hair, breathing in her scent. He kissed her temple, refusing to move her off of him. He felt her relax into him.  

“I will always love you,” he told her. “I’ll find a way to come back to you, sweetheart. I have to because you have my heart.”  

A ring of a phone startled him awake. He reached for the phone and saw it was Clay. “Yeah?” 

“We have him.”  

“Fitzgerald?” 

“Yeah, we interrogate as soon as Sam is in the air.”  

“Ok.”  

“We take her in an hour Jake. I’m sorry.”  

Jake stoked Sam’s cheek. “Princess. I’m sorry but it's time to wake up.”  

She snuggled into his chest, holding him tighter. “No.”  

“I know sweetheart. I don’t want to do this either.”  

Sam lifted her head and could see the heartbreak in Jake’s face. “Jakey...” her bottom lip wobbled.  

“C’mon, baby. We have to go.”  

The entire ride to the airstrip on base was silent. Jake and Sam held hands, his thumb rubbing her knuckles. As they pulled up to the private plane, Sam gripped his fingers tighter.  

Jake climbed out and went to Sam’s door to let her out.  They walked to the staircase and stopped. Jake leaned his head against her forehead. “This is not a forever goodbye. I will find a way to you.”  

“Jake, you don’t know that.”  

“I do. I have to. You own my heart love. I love you so much.”  

Sam cried, “I love you Jacob Jensen.” She pulled him in for a kiss. “I’ll wait forever for you Jake.”  

He kissed her again before pulling away and kissing her forehead. “I’m gonna find whoever is doing this and then I will come for you.  You may be a princess, but you are my queen.”  He stepped back as one of the soldiers directed Sam.  

“You Royal Highness, this way please.”  

Sam walked up the stairs, knowing that this was probably the last time she would see him. She turned back and blew him a kiss.  

Jake caught her kiss and tucked it in his pocket and watched as his girl was taken away from him. He turned to Clay. “Let’s talk to Fitzgerald.”  

“Can you handle this, Jake?” 

“I have to Colonel. I need to find a way back to my girl and he has the answers.”  

Clay studied him. “You’re gonna give up everything for her, aren’t you?” 

Jake watched the plane take off. “I already did.”  

Five hours later, Sam climbed down the stairs to see her father and brother waiting for her.  Sam ran into her father’s arms, hugging him tightly. “Hello my daughter.” He kissed her head. “I’m so glad you are safe.”  

“Hello sister,” Anthony started, before his head snapped back from the slap that she gave him.  

“I want the record to show that I hate you Your majesty,” she snarled. “You made me give up the love of my life and for that, I will never forgive you.  

Sam marched towards the car. She may have to be here, but she would find her way back to Jake.  

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[strawberry-lane]

Curling American Girl doll hair with (warm) hot rollers!

Disclaimer: This is for dolls whose hair will absolutely not hold a curl with regular methods, brush curls, wet set, finger curls etc. And dolls where you won't be heart broken if you have to re-wig them. My Samantha isn't particularly rare, as there are many 90s Samantha's, nor is her hair mint condition. Her bangs were trimmed crooked before I ever adopted her.

I love her very much, but no matter how hard I try her hair always lays straight. One half of her hair will sort of hold a curl, but the other consistently unravels. I've left her wet hair to dry in rollers for days, but the curls never survive if I fidget with her even a bit. Im not sure why her hair does this, because I don't know her history. I found her at an antique store and mostly got her for the trunk and outfits she came with. It was only $200 for the whole lot. How could I not empty my wallet to buy her? Newer AG dolls don't usually have this problem as their curl memory is stronger. I've never attempted this method on Mattel AG dolls so please do a test strand before you attempt this on a Mattel doll.

Step 1.

Dampen the her hair and brush it thoroughly with a wire wig brush. Be careful to get out every single tangle. I like the brushes sold by Our Generation they're much cheaper and bigger than the American girl brand ones, and they come with a spray bottle.

Step 2. This is very important! Absolutely DRENCH your dolls hair. Make sure you also get the underside. Wrap a towel around your doll to protect her cloth body, preferably bigger than the one I had, oops! I know you already know this, but be extremely carefully to protect your dolls eyes from the water.

Step 3. Time to start putting in the rollers! Everyone's rollers are different and take longer or shorter to heat. Mine can only be plugged in for about thirty seconds before they're too hot. The best way to measure the heat is to take the roller out and hold it in your fist for a few seconds. If, even after awhile, it's even slightly uncomfortable they're too hot. We're aiming for warm with here.

How to curl: Section out a small flat strand of hair, and roll it under tightly and smoothly. Make sure no there are no fly aways before you clip it. All dolls have a different curl set so attempt to follow the pattern and direction of the curls if you can still discern it.

Do this throughout the hair.

The photo above is from a day later. I'd recommend dressing you doll before you take the curls down so you won't have to work around them to dress her after the fact. My Samantha is in her lacy whites, as it fit the hair curling occasion.

When removing the curls twist them to keep the curl, well, curled. Don't add product to your dolls hair. They'll hold just fine of their own and product would have to be washed out eventually.

And there you have it! Samantha looks much more like her gorgeous self again!

[deeptrashwitch]

Well, I'll start with Soap's boyfriend!

OC: David "Bonnie" Cooper

Nationality: American

Age: 23

Birth date: 7th may 2001 - San Francisco (U.S.A)

Residence: Washington D.C

Profession: Photographer

Height: 1,78 m/5'10 ft

Weight: 70 kg

Blood type: O+

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Homosexual

Relationships

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (boyfriend)

Carla Cooper (mother)

Samantha Cohen (friend)

Irene Sayre (friend)

Jayden/Cassandra Fisher (friend)

Trivia

-He works together with Sam, actually she and Simon introduced him and Soap during a job near the 141 base. They usually eat lunch together, and he always laugh when she judges people across the street, obviously discreatly enough to nor be noticed.

-Often uses Johnny as a model, and has more than one folder filled of photos of Soap. And he brags about the photos when he's with the rest on a brunch.

-He's the youngest on the group, and met the rest while he was on second semester while they were on fifth (Sam), third (Irene) and sixth (Cassandra/Jayden).

-Every two months David dyes his hair to a different color. Has had blue, green, red, purple and hot pink hair, also is looking for the next color. (He's secretly thinking of dye it blue again 'cause he loves Johnny's eyes)

-He promised to be the best man on Irene's wedding, and also the official photographer for a special price.

-Mama's boy. He's a mama's boy, and Ms. Cooper is the sweetest woman in the world for him. Also, he isn't wrong since the group always make comments about his mother being an angel on earth.

Random quote

"...I don't have enough patience for this. Can you bring me a model who actually listens?!" -said to Sam

When and how they met their partner?

It was during a job with Sam, where they had to be near the military bases on Washington. She used the opportunity to go and see Simon, and when they arrived there, both of them introduced him to the first Sergeant of the Task Force. When Sam and Simon went to talk on another room, he started to talk with Soap.

The main topic was drawing and photography, with Soap really interested on David's quick sketches on a little paper, also surprised when he draw him. Soon he offered Johnny to be his model, but he refused mostly out of a security mattered, even though he felt flustered by the offer. He gave him his number, and make him promise to call him as soon as he was free.

That was the first time he called David "Bonnie", and soon they started to flirt.

[marzipanandminutiae]

I was never into the American Doll toys cus they weren't popular in my country, but I've always had the feeling that the XX century dolls all look like they are wearing adult's outfits. And tbh I don't think it's that bad cus some of the most iconic dresses of their respective eras weren't standard styles for children. I saw someone commenting that the styles on the 90's doll look like tv characters, and I think that's accurate for dolls from other decades as well, maybe it just irks us millenials cus that's an era we were closer to living so it doesn't feel natural.

It depends on the character, as far as I can tell! Going down the decades:

Samantha definitely looks like a little girl from 1904 (see: the dropped waists and short skirts on her dresses- adult ladies in that era wore gowns at their natural waists, with long skirts, and their hair pinned up).

Ditto Rebecca. Similar age rules to Samantha's era, all well-followed. No notes there.

Claudie...was made recently and therefore her collection is peak Mattel-tastic hot nonsense, painful as that is given how amazing her story could have been. Her Meet outfit isn't too bad? Like it's believable for a 1920s girl? But everything else looks awful, from a quick Google search. Not even Adult 1920s Fashion; just bad stereotypes.

Kit seems pretty on-brand for 1930s little girls' clothing, though we're getting further from my eras of expertise. The original collection, not the BeForever BS.

Molly is, again, getting way out of my wheelhouse, but she's definitely not wearing 1940s adult fashions. It's interesting to see the same era done with Nanea considerably later in the company's timeline, because it seems much more like their later "distilled" approach to the historical characters. Less researched, less detailed, less of the period and more Generic Vintage. Also, it's the 1940s and she has NO casual dresses? Really? I get that she lives in a tropical climate, but, again. 1940s. Little girls generally wore skirts most of the time, in any place where western fashion predominated.

(Class photo, Thomas Jefferson Elementary School, Waikiki. 1942.)

Maryellen is very...Intensely 1950s, but based on what I've seen, she's not Overly Mature in her attire per se. I feel like they're leaning too hard on the big fluffy skirts- didn't girls often wear a slimmer silhouette for school, out of practicality? -but it's not too old for her. I don't think. and of course, this is well post-Mattel takeover, as with Claudie's collection

I feel like they're trying really hard to differentiate Melody from Maryellen, but based on photos of my mother as a kid in the early 1960s, there was a lot more bleed-over between the two decades than people realize? this is another Mattel Made It Costume-y one for me, I think. it's not too mature exactly, but it's. Off, somehow

I kind of see Julie as the beginnng of the end, in terms of research quality in the company's history. It's not WRONG, but yeah, it's only one specific aspect of the era's clothing and it's more something popularized by adults. Kids did wear the hippie look in the 1970s, but it's definitely not what you think of when you consider a child's play-clothes or school-clothes back then.

Courtney is just. Okay, while she was considerably younger, my sister was an '80s kid, and she did not dress like Madonna or a Jazzercise dancer 24/7. Serious question- is AG allergic to jeans on historical character dolls from eras wherein jeans existed?

And now we have. Clueless and The Disney Channel Exploded, coming soon to an overpriced mall store near you!

This has been an unnecessarily long walkthrough of AG thoughts with Marzi! Thanks for giving me an excuse, and I'm so sorry.

[shakespearefreak]

Yesterday was beautiful, so Samantha, Jip, and I went outside to play for a bit! Sam climbed a tree and played fetch with Jip before resting for a while in the grass (it was hot — it's hard to believe it's supposed to freeze again later this week!). Shortly before we went home, Jip chased a robin into a clump of trees, and running after him, Samantha stumbled upon a little sun-dappled patch of violets, like a secret garden.

.....

You may notice my Sam looks a little different than usual; that's because I finally got an actual Samantha doll! Before, as some of you know, my "Samantha" was actually a Molly.

I'm trying to be more book-accurate, so I switched out Samantha's Mary Janes for boots like she usually wears in her illustrations. I also put her original locket on a necklace chain, which is both more true to the books and makes it work with more outfits (and doesn't leave tiny pin holes in her clothing!).

The only one of these photos I edited, even a little, was the one with Jip playing fetch. I'm rather pleased by that.