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Believe in you - Pierre Gasly / Charles Leclerc
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Summary : Growing up surrounding by the F1 world, you wanted to be a part of it as a photographer. But doubts filled your mind.
Warnings : childhood best friend Charles, boyfriend Pierre. A bit of language, panic attack
Words count : +3.3K words
A/N : Thanks to the person that requested this, it was nice to write. Sorry for the delay. Hope you still wanna read this. Enjoy🌻
I'm taking care of all the requests I've receive, it will all be up, don't worry !!
PS : English isn’t my first language, so sorry if there’s any mistakes ! 💙
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"What's up ?", Charles asked you, jumping on your couch.
You just got back from London, where you were taking your classes. As soon as you put a feet in your flat in Monaco, the Ferrari driver joined you.
You and Charles were best friends since the day you were born. Both of your families were really close. Charles took you everywhere he went. That's how you met Pierre. On the karting track, Charles presented you his 'other best friend'. Soon enough, you all became an inseparable trio. It didn't take you long to fall in love with the blond boy. But it took longer for the both of you to actually confess your feelings and start dating. It was only a few months back. Your new romantic dynamic was still a little weird, and the both of you were still getting used to it. Being Pierre's lover was a dream come true, and sometimes it felt unreal to you.
"I'm fine. You ?", you simply told him, fatigue taking the best out of you.
"Really chatty", he laughed. "The car is amazing this year, I'm finally fighting for the title. It's everything I've always wanted", Charles told you, stars in his eyes. He got podiums on podiums. Same for Pierre, still in his Alpha Tauri but he was doing miracles with it. The both of them were doing great. You were proud of them, but stil felt out of your place. You weren't going anywhere. They were living their best life, and you were struggling to do the bare minimum.
"How's uni ?", he kept asking, unaware of your stare into space. Tears managed to fall from eyes as soon as uni was mentioned.
"It's great", you didn't dare to look at him, a knot forming in your throat.
"Don't you have like an internship soon ?", Charles wondered, poking you with his fingers. You stayed silent.
"Can I have a little bit of attention ? I didn't saw you for a whole month, and Pierre will be there tomorrow and he's gonna take you away from me!", the young boy pleaded.
"Sorry, I'm really tired. The trip was rough", you explained. "I do have an internship. It's starting next week, for a few GPs. I'll be with the Ferrari photographer"
"What ?", Charles screamed happily. "You'll be there for the italian GP and more ? And in my fucking garage ?", he was now shouting.
You simply nodded. Charles crushed you with all his weight while giving you a hug. You returned the warm gesture shyly. You weren't in the mood to celebrate that.
"Are you staying here until then ?", he questioned you.
"Yeah, I'll stay in Monaco. I need a little break from London, too rainy", you tried to joke.
"That's freakin amazing. I can't wait to have you taking pictures of me for the next races", the monegasque said while laying back on the couch, a resting smile on his face.
"It is alright if I go to bed ? I know I just got home and we didn't see each other much but I'm going to pass out if I don't get my hours of sleep right now", you tried to explain.
"No prob, it's alright. I'm on my way out. Call me tomorrow, I wanna be part of your plans", he winked (well attempted to) and left your flat.
You sighed. You loved Charles, but you didn't want to be with anyone right now. You felt heavy, like a useless burden.
The next morning, you woke up feeling a dip in your bed. You frowned, still hazy from sleep.
"Hey there", you heard in your ear. You smiled lightly, recognizing the voice you'd die for.
"Hi, I wasn't excepting you until this afternoon", you curled up in his strong arms.
"I took the airplane earlier, I couldn't wait to see you. Charles spoiled the big news", Pierre said, leaving kisses on top of your head.
You sighed. You juste woke up and everything was bringing you back to the nightmare you were living and trying to avoid. You choose not to answer, pretending to close your eyes again. Pierre noticed your behavior but kept his mouth closed. You fell back asleep in the french boy arm's.
You woke up again a few minutes later, alone in the bed. You heard laughters in the living room, guessing Charles joined the party.
"Hey", you said entering the room.
"Well rested ? You okay ?", Charles asked you, referring to the awful mood you were yesterday.
"As long as no one mentions uni or my internship, I'll be happy", you told them, going to take a sip of the coffee Pierre made for you. It was their turn to frown. Both of them felt something was wrong, but they knew you. If they asked or forced you to talk, you would close up like an oyster. Talking to a wall would be easier.
Pierre just decided to hug you from behind.
"I've missed you so much, darling", he whispered.
"It's a nightmare to live without you", you replied, voice as low.
"Let's enjoy the next days, shall we ?"
"I am here, Charles is sitting on the couch. I repeat you two aren't alone", the monegasque said, looking disgusted.
You bursted out of laughter, and both boys were relieved to see you relax.
The trio of you enjoyed the few days off the drivers had. It went by so fast. The italian GP was just around the corner.
"Fly with me tonight", Pierre said while packing his small Alpha Tauri suitcase.
"Oh I wanted to stay in Monaco. They don't need me until saturday, I don't wanna be too early", you explained poorly to the french boy, avoiding his touch or his eyes.
"You don't have to be in the Ferrari garage, you'll stick with me", he answered.
"Yeah, no, I know. But for the hotel-"
"I live in Italy, love, remember ? You're not going in a hotel. I want you with me", Pierre cut you, with a stern voice.
You gulped loudly. You didn't want to start your internship. You didn't want to go to a GP for work. You didn't want to bother Pierre, or Charles.
"I'm taking a shower", you just said. You knew Pierre figured out that you were crying. To be honest, you couldn't care less. You were tired, mentally and physically. It was all too much for you.
You took a hot shower, cried for the most of it, and went to rest on your bed.
"I'm leaving", you heard Pierre say softly. You hummed, tears joining your eyes again. You didn't want him to leave, but you didn't want him to stay. You were a mess, and he was in peace, finally having a good season. He needed to stay away from you.
"You're not even going to kiss me ?", his voice was sad, maybe even disappointed.
"I think I'm sick. I don't want to infect you before the GP", you said, voice as low as a whisper.
"Bullshit", he murmured, loud enough for you to acknowledge. His footsteps were echoing in your flat, and suddenly the door closed brutally.
Pierre was mad at you. That wasn't your goal. Lately, you just felt like shit. You had struggle to keep up in uni, and feared you weren't good enough to be a F1 photographer. You were going to fail, and you knew it. It tore you appart to know that the two boys you loved the most would watch you on your fall out. They were going to be so disappointed of you. They were going to let you down. Who would want to hang out with a failure ? Especially when you're on top of the world ?
Your dark thoughts didn't gave you a minute of rest. You locked yourself inside your flat, staying in bed all day. Charles tried to call you, but you didn't answer. Pierre had probably already giving up on you.
During a night, around 3 am, you had a panic attack, it took you so long to calm yourself down. You couldn't managed to go back to sleep. You didn't know what to do so you texted Pierre.
Y/N : are you up ?
Surprisingly, Pierre replied to you almost immediately.
Pierre : yeah
Y/N : you were great at practice today
Pierre : i'm surprised you watched it
Pierre : it felt like you didn't gave a fuck
Pierre : not about the race, but about me
Pierre : i mean if you cared, you'd be there right ?
His words twisted a knife in your chest. That was the moment, he had enough of you.
Sadly, it was already saturday. You took a room in a hotel, you knew Pierre didn't want you around, especially after the texts. You managed to get ready for the morning.
You entered the paddock, your whole body tensed. Charles spotted you and ran to you.
"The fuck is going on with you ?", he went straight to the point, not wasting time with small talks. You shrugged your shoulders. Your internship supervisor called you, and you left without saying a word. Leaving the Ferrari driver standing like a dumbass.
"Y/N, it's so nice to meet. Your professor only told me good about you. We're going to be a great team together", he said. You smiled shyly, anxiety taking the control of you.
You stayed in his shadow for the following minutes. The drivers were getting ready for quali.
"Hey, Y/N, your turn to take some pictures", Marc, your supervisor, said, giving you the camera.
You took it, but your hands were shaking so bad. In this state, you wouldn't be able to take any great pictures. You gave him back the device, tears in your eyes. Air wasn't entering your body. You had to run away. You left the Ferrari garage under everbody's look - or judgement, you thought. Charles tried to call you, but you couldn't stay. You had to pass in front of the Alpha Tauri garage to find the exit.
Pierre was about to put his helmet on, when he saw you running, crying, struggling to hold yourself together.
"Pyry, cover for me !", he shouted and threw himself in your footsteps.
"Y/N ! Y/N, wait !", he shouted for you. "Love, c'mon !"
It didn't take him a lot of effort to be at your level. He grabbed you, and rushed you in his motorhome. He made you sit down in the little space. He breathed in and out with you, holding your fragile figure in his arms.
"You're okay, it's fine, I'm here", he whispered in your ear.
"That's the problem", you sobbed even more.
Pierre felt his heart break in his chest. Were you breaking up with him ? He just thought you needed a bit of time, some space. He got angry when you pushed him away, but he also knew what it felt like. You leaving him never crossed his mind, not even once.
"What...What do you mean, Y/N ?", he asked, his fingers trembling against your hair. "Talk to me... What the fuck have I done to put you in this state ?", he kept asking, pleading you for an answer.
"It's not you", you rested your head on his shoulder for a moment, before stepping away. You were about to open up, but someone called for Pierre. Pyry showed up at the door.
"I'm sorry, but it's quali time. If you don't take the start, you know what that means... Just go, I'll stay with her", Pyry assured the driver.
Pierre looked at you, broken to see you like that. He kissed the top of your head, and rushed outside.
Pyry stayed with you the whole time, in complete silence. When the door opened again, you hoped to see Pierre.
"Marc is sad you didn't come back. We were all worried, is everything okay ?", Charles asked you, voice less accusing than earlier.
"I'll never be an F1 photographer. I'm shit at this. I'm a fucking looser. You and Pierre should go away from me, because I am going to drag the both of you down with me", if your crying had stop, it just got worst.
"Don't you dare talk about yourself like that, Y/N. You are freakin talented, everyone else should blush. You're the best photographer I've ever met. And I'm never leaving your side, never ever ever. Same for Pierre", Charles tried to comfort you, kneeling next to you, knowing you only wanted his french friend by your side.
And he rushed to you as soon as he parked his car in the garage. He put all of his stuff back in his bag, and took your arm for you to get up.
"C'mon", he just said. You knew it was his way to tell you to follow him without complaining.
The ride to his flat was made without a sound, except for your sniffles from time to time.
Pierre helped you out of the car, and carry you to his bedroom. He put you down on the bed.
"Do you wanna change ?", he asked you softly. You nodded. He took you out of your clothes and replaced them by his comfy ones. He did the same.
He laid down, and pointed you to lay on his chest. You didn't obey right away.
"I shouldn't stay, the race is tomorrow. You need to rest", you tried to espace.
"No fucking way, Y/N", he strongly said while forcing you to lay down near him. "Look at me", he took your chin in his hands, forcing your eyes to meet his deep ocean ones.
A moment of silence floated between the two of you. You didn't know what to say, and he didn't want to pressure you.
"I'll never make it", you finally found the courage to talk. "In F1, I mean."
"Why are you saying that ?", he asked you.
"Because I'm terrible at it. Uni is a nightmare, and see how I panicked when it was my turn to take pictures today. I'll never be good at it", your voice started to croak a little.
"I know how this feels", he told you. "I felt the same way when RedBull dropped me, but look at me now. I'm finding my own place, and everything is turning great. Pressure is hard, but it will all turn alright", he tried to reassure you.
"That's also an issue. I'm a burden for you", but Pierre didn't let you finish your sentence. He put his lips on yours slowly.
"You're not. Y/N, you're the girl I've been waiting for my whole life. It has always been you. I love you, so so much. And you're an amazing photographer. All my instagram feed is made of your pictures, they're so good. You need to believe in yourself like I believe in you, love", he said, his mouth close to yours.
It was the first time he said the three little words to you. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, almost making you forget how bad you were feelings minutes prior.
"I love you too", you told him, eyes close, nose filled with his perfume.
All night Pierre comforted you by saying how proud he was of you, and everything you needed to hear. You fell asleep in his arms, feeling way more relax than before.
"Morning, sweetheart", you woke up with Pierre kissing your face. "It's time to get ready, and shine on the paddock today", he said.
You were stil terrified to show your face there. What would Marc say ? You left yesterday without saying anything. Charles texted you, letting you know it will be alright. No one was mad at you.
And thanks to Pierre, you grew a little more confident in yourself. Being an F1 photograph has always been your dream, and you worked so hard for it. You weren't going to back down now. You still had things to prove.
Pierre kept your hand in his all the way to the Ferrari garage. Marc greeted you with a huge smile.
"Hi Y/N, are you feeling better ?", he asked and you just nodded smiling, so he took this opportunity to reassure you. "My first day as an intern photographer in motosport was awful. I dropped the camera, it cost the company so much, worst day of my life. Pressure is real, especially when you're a rookie, but you'll see, it gets better".
"See, everybody knows what it feels like to be under pressure. You'll do amazing, I can't wait to see the picture of our stupid monesgasque you're going to take", Pierre murmured.
"Thank you, I don't know what I'll do without you", you said, throwing yourself in his arms.
"I'm here for you, love. I'm headed to Alpha Tauri, you know where to find me if you need", he kissed you goodbye.
"I'll root for you !", you screamed to him.
You stuck with Marc for a little while. He showed you every details of the camera, and revealed you some useful tips.
"Y/N ! I'm glad you're here", Charles ran to you, and hugged you tight. "How's everything ?", he asked, eyes scanning you to see any signs of discomfort.
"It's way better now", you smiled a little.
"You're amazing, never forget that. Please, only take pictures of my right side, it's my best profil", he winked and went to chat with his engineer.
You managed to take some pictures in the garage before the race and of the GP, Marc by your side. It felt nice. In the few last laps, Charles had to retire so you went back to the garage. You edited some pictures with him on your computer, applying every advices Marc gave you, chatting about nothing and everything with your best friend. He managed to take a sneak peak at some pictures.
"Oh my, Y/N they're fucking amazing. I knew you'd do well", he said, his eyes never leaving the screen where the pictures were.
"Thanks, Charles. It's all thanks to you and Pierre. You guys are my rocks, I'd be so lost if you weren't in my life", you said honestly.
"Good thing we don't plan on leaving it then", you heard a familiar voice at the entrance of the hospitality. There stood Pierre. He joined you and Charles, sitting down close to you. He put on his hands on your thigh. He took the 9th place, in the points but nothing to really celebrate.
"Are those the pictures you took ?", he asked, dumbfounded. You nodded and laid your head on his shoulder. "Damn, they're amazing. You almost made Charles look nice", he said, smirking.
"Fuck you !", the monegasque answered.
You sent the pictures to Marc, who almost replied immediately with how amazing they were. He told you he'd bring his backup camera for the next GP in order to let you fully take pictures of the whole GP. Meaning you could go in the Alpha Tauri if you wanted. You were so excited. All your fears were gone, you trusted yourself. You'd be an F1 photographer, and you'd travel with your two favorite boys for the rest of your life.
"I love you", Pierre whispered in your ear. "I'll show you tonight how much you mean to me."
Looks like you were in for a long night.
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Stitches n' Patches - Part I | tasm!Peter Parker × fem!Reader
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Synopsis: Coming home from a party on a certain night, you find Spiderman extremely wounded inside a dumpster at your street. Seeing someone needing your help you don't think twice before bringing him home and patching him up. You built trust. It becomes a regular thing, and you get to know better and fall for the guy behind the mask.
A/N: I'm planning 5/6 episodes but that will depend on the course of the story, maybe I do some more.
Warnings: mention of wounds.
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Peter felt his body get weaker at every second. He couldn't move a finger by the point he felt the cold metal though what was left of his suit and felt a terrible smell invade his nostrils. He blacked out at the same spot.
You were coming back from a party. It was past 2pm when you thanked your Uber driver for leaving you home safe and warned your friend still inside the car to text you when she got home. Between the sound of your keys tingling you stop hearing something coming from the dumpster in front of your building.
Thinking maybe it was a stray cat you got closer carefully not to scare the animal hoping you could take it home and get it some food. While you aproached the sounds coming from the inside were not at all seeming like a cat.
You tought about just getting out of the cold into your house. Whatever that was it was not your problem, but the curiosity spoke louder and you looked inside the dumpster to identify behind a messy blue and red suit there was a very injured man. Spiderman was in your street dumpster.
He looked your age, or close. He was pretty. You tought. "Sir?" you shook him carefully to se if you got any response. Nothing. "Sir, can you hear me? My name is y/n, and I'm going to help you, okay?". You didn't know if he could you hear you but still took a shot.
You opened the door of the building and before taking the man inside, you called Stacy, your neighbour/friend to help you get the stranger in, and also so someone else knew you were bringing him inside. He may be a known figure but you were still a woman bringing a unknown person to your place. It was not exacly a secure idea.
"Want me to stay here and help you with whatever the fuck you're doing?" Stacy asked yawning.
"No need, girly. You've already done enough, you go to sleep, and thank you."
"No prob. Tell me how this" she points between you and spiderman on the couch, still blacked out "went tomorrow, okay? And I want to hear about the party too. Spair no details."
"You got it, Stace, now good night and good luck on your exam tomorrow" you whisper not wanting to wake up anyone else and show her thumbs up, she laughs.
"Thanks. Night, y/n" she shuts your door leaving just you and the man. You knew well enough what you had to do since your mom was a nurse. She taught you a thing or two, and looking at him, he could really use some help.
When you get back with your first aid kit in hands, he wasn't at the couch anymore. "Shit" you mumble. Before you could start looking you hear a loud bump in your floor, close to your bedroom... window? When you get there you see him on the floor, hands on his ribs a hurt look in his face. "You were trying to get away though my window at the state you are? Are you crazy?" You begin to get closer and he tenses up. "Don't worry, I brought you here to help you." You swing the kit above your head where you knew he could see.
"Who are you?"
"Doesn't matter who I am, you need help and I'm gonna give you that."
"No, I don't" He says trying to get up and falling again.
"Doesn't look like that to me" you mock and get him up you bed ignoring his complaints."It's me or the hospital, Spiderman. I'm guessing between a college girl who works in a coffee shop and a whole team or nurses seeing you face you'd rather me. So stay still and let me patch you up." He doesn't say anything but lets you do your job. He seemed airy and was looking at he ceeling the hole time between the hisses he gave you when the cottom touched his skin. "What's on your head, bug boy?"
"They saw my face."
"Who did?"
"The guys that did this. They saw my face."
"oh" was all you could mouth "I'm sorry." he remains silent trying to hold back the whines "Maybe they can get nothing on you, you know, with just your face." you manage to say, trying your best to comfort him.
"Yeah, maybe. Either way I'm gonna have to lay low for some time. If they see me as me or spiderman on the streets I'm screwed"
"Yeah. They did you pretty bad" he hisses once more when you start to work in one of his opened wounds."Sorry. Sorry. I think this one will need stiches, but I don't have any anesthesya here now. It's that okay?"
"Do what you gotta do, I guess"
"Okay, I'm going to get the stuff to sterilize this. Please try not to jump of my window while I do so, won't do you any better, I guarantee." You get up to the kitchen to start boiling the water and get back to the room as fast as you can before he does anything stupid. Lucky for you, he was still there. "That needle is gonna have to boil for at least half an hour before I can use it so I have plenty of time to work on the rest of the wounds. Show me where else is hurting." You instruct.
"Would be easier if I showed you where it doesn't hurt," he tries to joke and you remain serious "C'mon, it was funny."
"Didn't think so. I'm not a fan of nearly-dead guys in my bed, y'know?"
"I'm not going to die. I've been though worse."
"Worst than this?" you use you point finger to circle above him "I doubt it."
"I'm serious. One time, I fought a flying goblin guy."
"wow"
"Who was my childhood bestfriend."
"Damn, you've been though a lot."
"You have no idea..." a comfort silence takes place of your voices and now all you could hear was the sound of the water boiling and sometimes the boys whines. You step away a little once you were done fixing him up, at least you did the best you could, now was giving him the needed stitches and hope they didn't infect.
"So... Spiderman. You have any place to stay for the night? I assume you don't live near here."
"Yeah, I'm pretty far, I could swing home if I wasn't feeling like a bag of shit." this time you laugh. "So you do have a sense of humor"
"Well, duh. But I just asked you this 'cause if you don't' think it's too much, you could stay for the night. I'd really like to keep an eye on these wounds if you don't mind me.”
"Won't that be too much to you?"
"Not at all, Spidey. I live alone, have some of my exe's clothes here you could wear after taking a shower because you are not sleeping on my bed smelling like this and I'm definitely throwing these sheets away. "
"You still keep his clothes?" you can't hold a laugh seeing Spiderman wanting to hear gossip about your love life while bleeding and smelling like trash on your bed. It was comical.
"Not that that's any of your intress, sir. But yeah, I did keep them, he didn't' seem to need them when he was fucking one of my 'friendss' so"
"WOW. He did that?"
"Yup. And tried to get his clothes back, can you believe that? I lied to him saying they weren't here. I didn't even know what I was going to do with it but I was definitely not giving him them back."
"Yeah, you did right. Sorry about that, the guy seems like a jerk."
"He was. But you see that, at least his clothes are going to be usefull for something, unlike him. Everything has a good side, I guess" he laughs with hands on his hurt wribs. He was starting to trust you more after you told him something so personal about yourself.
"Well, if you really don't mind it, I think I'm gonna take you kind offer, m'am. I don't think I can get home like this."
"I'm glad you are. Anyone you should warn you're not coming home to, bug boy? I can land you my phone if you need to text somebody."
"I have my aunt." he smiles seeing your attempt to find out if the had a girlfriend, it was sweet. "If it really isn't a bother, I would like to text her I'm okay."
"I'm gonna head to the kitchen get the needle to start the hard work." before delivering it to him, you check your phone quickly to see if the friend from earlier texted she got safe, thankfully, she did, so you put your phone in his hands, already opened in the message app "Here, text her. While I go you take this top part of yours off, will you? I don't want anything around the wound risking infection, think you can do that?"
"Didn't even pay me dinner, lady." he mocks at your order to take of his top, doing it while you get out of the room.
"Keep on your head I could've left you to die" you yell from the kitchen. "All ready, let's do this." you come back with gloves and the sterilized needle ready to go. He smiles seeing you so concerned about a possible infection even tho that was nearly impossible due to his radioactive blood, tho he liked the idea of not taking that risk. Peter fixed his position in the bed to let you have easier access to his naked chest. You put your legs around one of his legs, almost sitting on his lap and looked at him in the eyes "You good?"
"Yes, Do it."
You put the needle on his skin already apologizing, every time you poke his skin you let out a "Sorry" with the most gentle tone you could have. When it was done, you put the gauze in his freshly stitched skin and stuck it there with the adhesive plaster. "Good as new." you smile at him and you stare at eachother for a long moment before you broke the eye contact. "You really should take a shower, bug boy, you smell awfull." You smile. "Tomorrow I have my day off so I could help you stitching that up too." you point at his suit. "I'm gon' get you a towel." you get up of his lap. Handing him a fresh new towel you kept in mind to throw away later.
When he was getting into your bathroom he stoped by the door to glance at you with a playful grin on his face "I never got your name."
"I'm, y/n y/l/n. I assume I don't get to know yours."
The boy seems to take a second to think before deciding what to answer, and finally tells you. "I'm Peter. Peter Parker."
"It's nice to meet you, Peter Parker." you smile at him and he smiles back before closing your bathroom door behind him.
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The One With The Fight - Chandler Bing x Male!Reader - FRIENDS
Fandom: FRIENDS (1994-2004)
Pairing: Chandler Bing x Male!Reader
Warnings: Spoilers For Season 2 Episode 21,
Notes: Okay, Listen, At Least I’m Giving You Guys SOMETHING, Here!
You walked down the sidewalk and over to Central Perk, the only thing in mind being your need for coffee. You reached the coffee house and were about to go inside, when you noticed something- or, some people, more like.
Two guys with Ross, and your boyfriend, Chandler in the middle of the street.
You furrowed your eyebrows, sticking to the red brick wall of the building beside Central Perk, watching as crowds started to form, pointing and mumbling at the four men. “The hell is he doing-?" You mumbled, only then realizing their fighting stances. Jeez, someone took Street Fighter a little too seriously.
"Alright, come on, man! Let's do this, already!" One of the men, wearing a blue denim coat, exclaimed.
"Before I forget, are we hitting faces?" Ross asked, raising a finger, Chandler and him exiting their previous fighting stances. If he knew you were there, he would've seen you roll your eyes at the fact that he was asking this right before a fight.
The other man, wearing a leather coat, spoke up. “Of course we're hitting faces! Why wouldn't you hitting faces?" He asked.
"Well, because I have to work on Monday. I have a big presentation." There goes Ross, and the weird way he says 'presentation'.
You cringed just by hearing him say it.
The denim coat guy spoke up, turning to his friend. “You know, I got to show this apartment, tomorrow. And, y'know, this whole no-faces thing might not be a bad idea.”
"...Okay," the second guy spoke up again, "nothing from the neck up.”
"Alright" Ross nodded, the four of them resuming their fighting stances.
"Or the waist down-" he spoke up again. When the denim guy looked at him, he said "Dana's ovulating" having the denim guy smile and ask "oh, really? You guys trying again?", Leather coat guy giving a shy "yea.”
"God, no neck up or waist down? What kind of weak fight IS this?" You muttered, crossing your arms. “Strictly the middle part?"
Chandler made Ross turn to face him. So let me just get this straight- so we're, uh, strictly talking about the middle?"
You smiled a Chandler saying the same thing you did, but it got cut off when the guy in the leather coat shoved Ross with a come on!", Ross yelling a "hey!" back.
The four of them regained their fighting stances again, Ross yelling "you want some of this, huh?" as Chandler jumped a little. “You want a piece of this, huh? I'm standing here!"
As Ross was yelling, Chandler finally caught sight of you. “(Y/n)?" He wheezed, eyes going wide.
You pursed your lips, giving him a slight wave. “Chandler" you returned, chuckling. “Got yourself in quite the situation, baby" you grinned, glancing at the two strangers.
"W- I'm- they're bullies!" Chandler pouted.
"'Bullies'? Chandler, you're full grown men. We call them 'dickbags' now" you snorted, tilting your head.
Chandler glanced at Ross and back to you, shrugging. “Aren't you gonna come help us, (Y/n/n)?" He asked, groaning when you replied with "three against one isn't all that fair, Channy.” He then noticed two guys sneaking their hands onto a hat behind the two guys Ross and him were about to fight.
Wait, is that Chandler's hat?
"Hey, hey!" Chandler regained the three guys' attention, pointing at the two thieves by you. “Those guys are taking our stuff!" He yelled, a hand on Ross' shoulder.
"Where?" Ross called, nodding at you, then seeing the two men rush by you.
"Get out of the way, look out!" The man in the denim coat yelled, leading his friend, Ross, and Chandler in a chase after the two thieves.
You grabbed Chandler's hand right as he passed, following them in a run.
"(Y/n), what-?"
"What? And just let them take your hat? No way, honey" you scoffed, tugging him to speed up. You followed the men down the street, letting go of Chandler's hand so that you could push your hair out of your face.
Chandler was more focused on running, so he didn't see the jump rope he was about to trip over.
"Chandler, watch out!" You called, but it was too late. You watched as Chandler tripped over a little girls jump rope, stopping by him immediately. “Chandler, oh my god-" you panted, kneeling down.
"Go, go get 'em" Chandler coughed, weakly turning to look at you as he lay on the pavement."Go on, baby. Go kick their asses and get my kets.”
You exhaled, nodding and speeding after the men, past the two guys with Ross and grabbing the back collar of one of the thieve's shirt.
The sudden half stopped the second thief, giving that enough time for Ross to knock him in the face.
You grunted, bringing a clean swing to the guy you had a hold on. You grabbed the hat when he dropped it, kicking him in his legs and punching him across the face again. You turned to the one Ross got, kicking him in the stomach.
"Nice shots, (Y/n)" Ross panted, turning to you.
You panted, watching as the two guys finished the thieves off. “Thanks. Lets go get Chandler.”
***
You walked at Chandler's side as he lead the five of you into Central Perk, gently touching his lip to see if he was bleeding
"God! That was- that was amazing, that was incredible! You guys- you guys kicked butt" Ross praised, sitting on the couch.
"Us? What about you guys?" The guy in the denim coat asked, lightly punching your shoulder. “Your mysterious friend here really had that first guy's ass. Man, you really gave it to ol' mister clean back there, he was a big guy.”
You nodded smiling softly s you helped Chandler sit down.
"Yea, he was, wasn't he?" Ross asked, turning to Chandler.
Chandler smiled mockingly. “Yea, I wouldn't know, having missed everything, like my boyfriend kicking ass for me" he hissed, holding your hand. Chandler glanced up at you, "thanks again, for stepping in, by the way.”
You smiled down at him, "I'd fight anyone in the world for you. And don't be so hard on yourself, any one of you guys could've tripped over that little girl's jump rope.”
The guy in the leather coat turned to you, then the guy in the denim coat did the same."Wait, so you wouldn't-" "hold on, your boyfriend?"
You raised your eyebrows, holding one of Chandler's hands in both of yours. “I'm very coordinated, or so I've been told. And yes, boyfriend. Is there a problem with that?" You asked, gaze turning cold. You tilted your head as the two men shook their heads, looking scared of what you'd do to them. You smiled, "good.”
"So, listen, are we...?" Ross turned to the two men in coats. “Guys, are we, uh, are we okay here?"
"Oh, they better be okay, there. I just whooped a guys ass for all your keys and jewelry in Chandler's hat" you scoffed, bring his hand to your lips for a quick kiss, catching Chandler's smile on his face when you did.
The man in the leather nodded, as did the man in the denim. “We're okay" the latter told, Ross mumbling "alright.”
Chandler forced a chuckle, "okay, so can I have my hat back?"
After a couple beats of silence, the man in the denim said "no", shaking his head.
"Huh," Chandler nodded, turning away. In a flash, he was out of his seat, grabbed his hat off the man's head and ran behind the couch, but fell.
You jumped up and went around to check on him. “Idiot" you sighed lovingly, getting on top of him and hoisting him up by his shoulders. “Hey, Ross, help me bring Chandler back up?"
***
"Look at her" Phoebe said, all seven of you turning your attention to Monica in a costume behind the counter of the diner she worked at.
"Hi, Monica!" Chandler chirped, having you giggle and lightly shove him. He had a window seat and you sat beside him with his arm around you, Joey beside you and Rachel, Ross and Phoebe across from you.
Monica looked up, with her fake, pink glasses and puffy, blonde wig. Her jaw dropped when she saw all of you, and you saw her groan in embarrassment.
"Hey, nice boobs!" Phoebe called, as the rest of you waved at her.
"Guys, guys, check this out" Chandler whispered, turning to the napkin holders. He input a coin at the top, and pressed one of the buttons on the bottom, swinging his head back over to the counter when the familiar beginning of YMCA start playing.
"Oh my god-" you cackled, turning to look for Monica through the legs of the other workers, who were all up on the counter, already starting to dance. Chandler, you, and the others all smiled and started nodding to the beat, Chandler's grip around you pulling you closer to himself. You laughed with the other when Monica got up at the end of the counter and danced in a mediocre fashion, which was worth it because of the ringing of a beautiful sound in your ears- Chandler's laughter. You knew of no sound better than Chandler's laughing, so you turned around to catch a glimpse of his smile.
He nodded at you. “What?"
"Nothing, just..." you slowly licked your lips. “Just wanted to see you smile.”
"Aww, aren't you cute" Chandler cooed, leaning in and softly kissing you. “I love you, (Y/n). And, seriously, thanks for coming with Ross 'n' me earlier.”
"No prob, baby. I love you too, Chandler.”
Chandler gazed at you for a while longer, breaking the heartfelt moment when he dumped a handful of coins on the table. He winked at you as the group all dove in to take as many coins as they could, sure to use them to make Monica dance more using the machine. You joined in too, desperate for more of Chandler's happiness.
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hello everyone ! i originally wasn’t going to make the gif i used for this intro because it’s already midnight thirty , but i went through with it anyways . i’m bay , and this is my disaster of a disaster , saint ! he’s a fairly new muse and i’m sure there’s going to be a lot about him that i’ll develop as the rp goes on , but i think i’ll touch on a good chunk of information as well . i’m also trying out a new intro style compared to what i used to do , so .... either i’m gonna come out on top or i’m gonna be wearing a clown mask KNFDHSF . if you’d like , my di.scord is 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲.#4090 , and enough of my rambling omg .
❛ ✶ ( HWANG HYUNJIN , CIS MALE , HE/HIM ) . who the hell is blasting NO RESCUE NEEDED by DPR LIVE at one in the morning ? nevermind , that’s just SANG-JUN ‘SAINT’ KIM from APARTMENT 1106 . apparently , they are a TWENTY TWO year old YOUTUBER & FASHION STUDENT AT PRATT from ATLANTA, GA , and they’ve been living at the complex for ELEVEN MONTHS . i heard they can be a bit - HEDONISTIC , but they make up for it by being so + VIVACIOUS — which makes sense , considering that they are a ARIES ! when i think of them , i imagine HAPHAZARD STACKS OF TEXTBOOKS ATOP HIS DESK, A PERFECTLY SITUATED RING LIGHT IN THE CORNER OF HIS ROOM, AND PILES OF CLOTHES DESPITE HAVING ‘NOTHING’ TO WEAR . and of course , don’t forget to follow them at ( @SNTKM ) !
NAME : kim sang - jun . NICKNAME(S) : saint ( preferred name ) . AGE : twenty - two . DATE OF BIRTH : april 10th , 1998 . ASTROLOGICAL SIGN : aries . MORAL ALIGNMENT : chaotic neutral . GENDER + PRONOUNS : cis male + he / him / his . PLACE OF BIRTH : atlanta , georgia . CURRENT LOCATION : astoria , queens , new york . SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual . ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : biromantic . OCCUPATION : youtuber + fashion student at pratt institute . NATIONALITY : korean - american . ETHNICITY : korean .
you were born into the kim family as the happiest baby there could be . your mother had diamond tears staining her cheeks as she hugged you close -- it had been her first time having a cesarean , but you were healthy . your father could tell that you were when he spoke with a slight shake to his voice : ‘ he’s got a pair of lungs on him . ’ and it was true . you screamed your little head off , but it simply was because you wanted milk . the family you were born into was one of wealth . it was no house full of diamonds and designer duds , but the home was comfortable . your other brother , jong - hyeon , was five at the time and he sat at the end of the hospital bed propped up on his knees and wondering when he could hold ‘ his baby ’ .
life for you is everything that a child would want : your parents smother you with love every single day , your brother plays with you despite being older , and you’ve got a smile that brightens your eyes . your childhood comes stocked full of everything you could ever want and more , but entering your teen years comes with a hefty bump in the road . your interests are elsewhere , loving the pretty pieces that your mom owns and wears whenever there’s a dinner or gala to be attended . you’re smart and creative , but your father is against the idea .
your father wears light blue scrubs and a crisp white jacket with his name embroidered on it everyday . his office is hidden amongst the winding hallways of northside hospital’s maternity ward , highly respected by his peers and loved by his patients . your father has a passion for what he does , and he forces it upon you and jong - hyeon with an iron fist . he wants his sons to follow his lead into medicine , already bragging to his colleagues about how his sons will someday take over the medical profession just like him .
you had no interest in medicine though . your grades could speak for themselves , but you had a low interest in the sciences despite your high marks . you hated being asked by the stuffy doctors who would come to your house what field you wanted to specialize in , and despite the laughter that erupted from them when you said ‘ none ’ , but your father wasn’t entertained . you would sit on the steps as your mother would try to calm him down , and you’d hear that your father would refer to you as worthless , dumb , and an embarrassment . for years , tears would well up in your eyes and you’d sulk to your bedroom with your head hung low . the last thing that you wanted was for your father to berate you for crying . the pictures of your brother seem to mock you as you pass , jong - hyeon forever immortalized as the son your father always wanted .
you hope that your mother would be there for you when your father berates you , but she keeps her head down to avoid his wrath . it’s at the tender age of fourteen that you realize you have no one on your side . your brother is gone , fulfilling your father’s wishes and adding his two cents when your father decides to be snarky at the dinner table . you keep quiet at the dinner table , only answering when spoken to and avoiding the disappointed gaze of your father . no matter how much you seemed to disappoint your father , you also began to stop caring . it was evident that your parents didn’t support you the way that they did when you were a child , so you decided to go as far away as you could when applying for college .
you were over the moon when the heavy acceptance package from pratt institute showed up in your mailbox once day after school , clutching it close to your chest as you went bumbling into your house . most children aren’t excited to leave home , but you’re in desperate need of an escape . your senior year of high school can’t end fast enough , and although you can’t rid your father’s face of the scowl he wears before it’s time to board your plane , you want to believe that he’s proud of you . you want nothing more than for him to love you , to be proud of you , but he send you sends you off with the cut of the eye and a suck of the teeth .
living in new york for two years helps you to come out from under your father’s thumb . you’re happy , you grow your hair out and dye it blonde , even starting a youtube channel that has a slow start , but 802 thousand people want to know what you do in your daily life . sadly , you spend your last summer at home in the thick of a heavy disagreement with your father and brother . you’re mocked for your hair , teased for the way that you carry yourself , your brother even wonders why you even returned home . every night was filled with you slamming your bedroom door , speaking to your father in a tone you swore you’d never use , and dealing with a heartbreak you never thought you’d experience .
your mother doesn’t come to your rescue when you need her the most , but you can’t bring yourself to care . no matter what happens , you swear to yourself that you’ll never return home . you leave , and thanks to the money you’ve been saving , you move into the tower 28 apartments . you need a roommate , but you don’t really care . somehow , your mother convinces your father to continue to pay for your schooling , but all you do is send him pictures of the cleared balances as a thank you .
in terms of saint’s personality , he’s a chaotic boy with a heart of gold . he has mastered the art of being fake -- he knows how to put on a brave face in public , but he’s struggling when he’s alone . saint covers up his insecurities with his youtube channel , where he comes across as your typical college student living in new york , but he’s the furthest from it . he doesn’t handle confrontation well and he hates the sound of yelling , and not the fun kind that you might hear at a party . he has a tendency of apologizing sometimes even when something isn’t his fault by a long shot , but he’s also a chaotic mess at times ! he flirts like there’s nothing to it with anyone who has a pair of legs , and he quite honestly might call someone d*ddy just because he can ORUEFSDS .
i’m going to create a tag of wanted connections that i’d love to have for saint , but i’m gonna do that tomorrow since i’m finishing this intro at nearly 3am . outright though , i would love to have :
an angsty ex boyfriend 👀 like yes PLEASE hand it over i promise i’ll make you cry :D
a best friend ! probably one of the only people who can see right through his ‘ i’m okay ’ bullshit
someone that tries to make him workout but in reality he’s sitting and eating a bagel on the weight bench
something soft ? something really sweet and enough to make my freaking teeth rot ? could either be a boyfriend or girlfriend thing or i don’t know something literally anything just give me the softness that i’ve been craving for my boy .
give me a plot where they full on hate each other . no lingering feelings , no soft moments – give me a full bred spicy hate ship that literally gets your blood pumping . it’s all i want in life , thank u .
SKINNY LOVE DO NOT PLAY WITH ME
i’m really feeling a one night stand with some substance ? like yeah , they have their fun together but they don’t pretend to not know each other in public ( unless they have like a fierce rivalry going on or something ) so they probs tend to be a little like confidants at times but it’s still them having fun !
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Episode 13 - "I'm on the side with the biggest threats to win this game" ~Josh
This last round went well!! We got Jay out (rip Corn Tribe💔 tho fr fr it died shortly after merge probs) and I'm still in the game :D We love to see an actual numbers majority now bless 🙏🏽 I hope I go soon 😅 Ingary my beloved is suffering a bit (ty/sorry Dyl 💖) I can't see that happening though bc Colin seems to find me and Amy as his best allies and would use his idol on us so RIP me tbh, typical that the game I'd like to lose earlyish in is the one I go to FTC 😂 tho if I went with Amy and Colin I do think one of them would win (with the double agenting and chaos idle-ing and they're both p social), I'm just good at taking the information we have and planning to ensure we have the best possible outcomes at tribal (which is SO much easier now that we have a numbers majority My Gosh!!!).
I love sudoku puzzles but the thing is I'm used to playing on apps or online where it's easier to play kinda methodically, also the height of my sudoku phase was like, last year where I could complete an easy one avg. 10 minutes best time 7 minutes, these two with my 10% DA took 50 minutes, so take off 10% and it's 45 minutes, divide by two and it took me 22.5 minutes per puzzle. Yeah no I don't think I'm gonna win 😂😂 oh well, thanks Raf for letting me do them tonight though, you probably wanted to get to bed but tomorrow I have work and then my driver's license exam (!!!) and then movie night so I really don't have time to 😅😅 but hey! I dont have a second part to that✨
Time isn't real so wish me luck on my driving test now retroactively so that the positive vibes flowing backward through chronos (aka "linear" time) will ensure that when you read this I will already have my license❤️.
xoxo,
gossip girl
honestly having more numbers done for you in a sudoku puzzle is just making me more confused
math challenges during pride month is pure homophobia
Congrats to jared for guaranteeing himself f5 for winning today 😭 and here I thought I did well with 40 minutes. I don't think he would play his idol on jodi but I don't know with this invisible round. Apparently Jodi is telling people I have the idol from phantom aka the one colin has, which is a problem if they are trying to flush it. I guess I'm a threat even though probably only dennis in the jury isn'taf at me lol. Colin has an idea to get votes on him then idol and us two vote Josh out but I really think they are going to be voting me based on how quiet it is and how many other alliances there are lol. There's the three with Josh and Jared and Colin because Josh doesn't want me at the end. See I knew he didn't like me lol. So I'm here trying to think of I need to play something or give it away and be voted out lol or just keep it and be out. My thought was to use the steal a vote so then no one would know it was me who had it but I kind of think I might need that next round of say jodi wins then jared idols. At f5 it could be me colin and jared all idoling if none of us make a move lol. Anyway I think I'm on shaky ground this go and idk why haha I'm there are much bigger threats that a no social person who flipped and wasn't even bonded with the jury lol. Here's hoping colin elle and I stay strong. And I can get second to colin. That would be fun lol but lots of game left. And I'm still at disney. This is going to be a stressful day.
I hate invisible rounds. too much is going on. and literally no one is online to talk it out
personally, i want Josh out this round. I think if I wait until final 4 to cut him, he'd be bitter at me in particular. Plus, he's not in my endgame plans. I want to have an easy win, and that means putting Elle and Jared next to me in ftc.
the most obvious thing to do is split between Jodi and Anastasia, and I think that's happening because it's simple and no one else is around to dispute it.
Amy is still my closest ally and I can trust her, so I told her that I want to take out Josh. i don't think the two are close so it was easy to get her on board. There's an option of me ENSURING he goes by playing my idol for whoever Jared and Jodi is voting for, but I don't want to do that. so my plan is to also have Jodi vote Josh with us, so it's 3-3-1. Either Jared idols Jodi and Josh leaves, or it's a revote and Josh still leaves
god I'm just so worried and nervous. If I were to get blindsided, this is the round to do it. but I don't see anyone stepping up to actually pull the trigger, except maybe Jodi. I wanna make it to the end so badly. i've been playing orgs for too damn long, I need a win.
please please please let me survive this round
So I'm coming to the realization that at least 2 people on my side have idols and theres still a hidden steal a vote that Elle might have. So I'm on the side with the biggest threats to win this game so it's time to make a move. Jared said that he'll be willing to play his idol to save Jodi so that means that it's time to flush these idols out of the game. The plan is for 2 of us to vote for Colin and the other to vote either Elle or Amy. My original alliance is splitting vote between Jodi and Anastasia with me, Elle and Anastasia voting Jodi and Colin and Amy voting for Anastasia as our contingency plan. However, Jodi warned me that Colin was saying my name to her this morning so he might try to pull some snake shit. But im hopeful that Jared plays the idol for Jodi and somehow Colin doesn't play his so it'll be a tie between him and Anastasia.
So I have immunity and I have been a little inactive but its ok because Jodi has kept me up with whats going on. Jodi tells me that they are splitting the vote on me. Which is good because I am safe lol. Anyways but I talked to Colin and Amy and I wonder if they really do trust me now. I did vote with them twice. So I told them that I was scared that I was getting voted and they said they wouldnt vote me. So sweet. I also talked to Josh and all of them are saying Jodi to vote. But Jodi is getting an idol played on her Im pretty sure so unless one of them suspects that we are lying about Jared winning immunity, one of them is going home this round.
https://youtu.be/ebfzvSaWULY
Dear Colin:
We do not want to vote you out. We simply want to flush your idol. I seriously hope you are still here after tonight.
You know what? This round has been insane. I'm obviously on the bottom, ready to get voted out. I wanted immunity so bad. But instead of crying, I created a beautiful plan that I hope comes to fruition.
Anastasia won immunity. My game move this round is multilayered. First step is to create immunity for 3 people: me, Anastasia, Jared. We told everybody that Jared had won immunity, and that he may or may not idol for me. This is perfect because if they vote for me, they'll have their votes negated, same with splitting them on Anastasia. They'll completely avoid voting for Jared to avoid their vote not being counted.
Next step: flush idols. Josh approached me last night and he wanted to work with me and Jared to flush out idols from Elle, Amy, Colin. Originally before he even came to me, I had wanted to do a 2-2 on Amy and Colin and tell him it's between Elle and Amy, but he actually said that he wants to do a 1-1-1 on those 3 to guarantee either idols being flushed or we get our pick of who goes. Josh doesn't know that Anastasia is with us too, but it's sorted.
Colin wants to vote out Josh here, but everybody wants to vote out me. He came to me and Jared to vote Josh, and hope that they (Colin, Amy, Josh, Elle, Anastasia) split the vote on me and Anastasia. However, since the split was (Elle, Josh, Anastasia) vote me, and (Colin, Amy) vote Anastasia, the vote split no longer works since Colin is voting for Josh and Amy wants to vote me. Essentially, it's a 4-3 Me to Josh in Colin's eyes, and he wants to get a vote thrown so that it could at least tie 3-3.
Me, Jared, Anastasia have decided before even Colin and Josh approached us that we wanted to do a 2-1 on Colin and Amy or something, so the fact that Josh approached us is perfect.
How are we countering advantages?
1. Idols
Jared has one idol, and there's only 2 idols between Elle, Amy and Colin. By throwing votes on all 3, we either guarantee somebody flushes an idol, or we guarantee somebody gets idoled out
2. Floating advantage from hunt 5
From the wording, it's either an idol nullfier or steal a vote. I'm voting for Elle here just in case it's a steal a vote, so that at least Amy is still open for a revote in case Colin idols. (I'm hedging my bets that Elle has it not Amy)
3. Idol Nullifier
In this case, I go if Colin idols, and I will just…not forgive Faffy for putting both a chaos idol and an idol nullifier in a game and those be the two ways I go. Let's just hope this isn't what hunt 5 is.
The final plan should yield 2 votes Colin, 2 votes Jodi, 1 vote Josh, 1 vote Elle, 1 vote Amy. In a revote, we save Me > Josh > Elle > Amy > Colin.
This vote is for the win. This will be my game winning move. Creating immunity for 3 people, flushing idols, picking who goes. Let's. Freaking Go.
So idr what I said before but Anastasia suggested to Amy that we needed to split votes and wanted to split some on me LOL so now we're putting 3 on her, possibly 4 if Josh comes online in the next 9 minutes✨
Never a smart plan for the latest addition to suggest voting off older allies, but oh well.
One day we'll work together well, Anastasia 💖 one day 😂
But anyway! I really hope Colin and Amy make it to FTC, rooting for them🥳
~~~
Edgic:
Power Rankings:
Jodi: Masterful plays and manipulations this round. Is getting her way. Best round of the game for her by far. The most impressive thing by far was giving three people immunity by a little lying.
Josh: The person who ratted out his side first. Made a huge move that might just save him. Taking out Colin here is perfect for him as it would give him a lot to say at FTC. He’s playing 3D chess while everyone else is playing checkers and Jodi is playing 6D chess. I think he will make it very far in this game even if people don’t necessarily want him at FTC.
Jared: Has the potential to do more. Just doing what Jodi tells him to do.
Anastasia: Playing the middle like a smooth criminal. She is letting others do her dirty work for her. She is using her ally in Jodi to have those connections outside her alliance. However, she is in danger of being seen as expendable very soon.
Colin: Is getting blindsided tonight. Power has gone to his head and has made him unable to perceive who is actually with him. Assumes people will just magically work with him. Too concerned with keeping his idol. He has become, in essence, the new Jodi.
Amy: Colin’s lackey. Has no idea what is going on and will probably continue to have no idea.
Elle: Completely out of the loop this round
So Jodi’s plan is currently to do a 2-1-1 between Colin, Amy, and Elle. Jodi, Jared, and Josh will each vote one of them. Then Anastasia will vote Colin. On the other side, Colin plans to vote Josh while Elle is voting Jodi because she’s being kept out of the loop by everyone. And Amy is at Disney World.
2 votes Colin
1 vote Josh
1 vote Elle
1 vote Amy
1 vote Jodi (nullified by Jared’s idol)
1 vote Anastasia (nullified by immunity)
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wow I let this build up didn’t I.... updates on the ViVi inspired hair, Sim download info, some sweet people, some K-Pop, and other stuff below
@agentwashsims said: I️ knew you wouldn’t disappoint on the curly hairs!
Thank youu! lmao it is a pretty basic edit but I’m glad you like it ;-;
Anonymous said: Could you convert the solid colored EA Cruella DeVille style for girls or tots?
Actually it has already been converted HERE (warning: she uses an ad thing :( )
@pierce-the-rachel said: Okay hello I just love your cc so much!!! Like you're amazing I what you do. Much love<3
Thank you so much omgg I am not nearly close to being amazing but I appreciate it <3
Anonymous said: Hi! Is there any chance your sim that modeled the Braxton hair will be up for download? Along with his cc?
Yes! In the next week he 100% will be. Taylor will be posted tomorrow :)
Anonymous said: What skin do you use on your male models? It looks the same as the female one but I can’t find it in CAS.
Check my resource page for my default. I don’t have the overlay labeled on there but in the next few days when I have my male model for download it will be listed there.
Anonymous said: I love your whistle skinny jeans alot, I was wondering if you were ever thinking about making one without the jacket around the waist? Sorry for wasting your time :P
That is sadly out of my ability :( but I am glad u like my whistle skinny jeans!! Not a waste of time to give someone a compliment
Anonymous said: Not exactly an ask but. I love your cc, you create beautiful content, and no matter what others say someone is gonna like it :)
Thank you soooo much omfg I really fucking appreciate stuff like this.
Anonymous said: Your creations are so awesome! I always love coming to your page and seeing all of your amazing creations!!
Thank you!!!!!! omg I feel bad that I never respond to these until I do these things, you guys that send these prob think I ignore them ;-; but for the people who read these and who send them: I really appreciate it like so much ;-; it has been a meh couple of weeks which is why CC has been slow but I love you all so much <3
@raivynmoon said: Omg why do you always get so much hate from anons? I’ll tell you why, because you’re doing things right and toxic people get jealous. Don’t mind the haters, you’re amazing! Happy new year ❤️
I actually don’t get that much hate! I never really pay them any mind bc I know as long as it is something I like that I will release it. People do def prob get jealous they can’t mesh stuff that well, not saying I am the god at it, but I do have some talent in that area from doing it for a while. Happy new year to you too!!! and thank you for the ask <3
Anonymous said: hey i just want to say that all of your cc is amazing, you put so much time and effort into it. of course everyone can give you feedback and opinions about what you make, but you are the creator so you can do whatever you want with it. that anon below was just rude, inconsiderate, and isn’t really helping anyone. that person obviously doesn’t make cc hair, because im sure then they would understand and not be a total jerk about it. maybe they should just stick to makeup, instead of hating.
<-- what she said (thank youuu)
Anonymous said: well I think that all of the hair you make is really great, even if not everyone likes it. You spend so much time making these amazing hairs and shout-out to the person below: why would you waste your time hating on somebody else’s hard work when you could be creating makeup cc? You don’t put your effort and time into creating this kind of stuff, of course I know you were also giving feedback.
Thank you <3
Anonymous said: THE HAIR IS CUTE AF
Anonymous said: Wcif the hair in your "In The Time Spent With You" post? Thank you!♡
Deleted :( I never got it to look how I wanted so I never finished it
Anonymous said: I'd just like to say that the hair looks pretty, honestly your hairs are always high quality and never fail to dissapoint, I'd just say that it could be a little puffier on the sides, and over all ignore the haters, they probably couldn't make anything close to what you're making! Luvs.
Thank you!! I tried puffing the sides up some, here is a comparison pic:
(brown is now) (blonde is before)
@twirlyb said: I love the idea of the hair and I think it looks good so far but so you think that there's anyway to add for volume? I love the hair that it's based on and I really want to have it in game. I Completely understand if it's not an option but I though I would ask anyway. Btw I think your hairs are amazing. I went mostly cc free for a while (not anymore could handle not having cc but) and the only things I kept were my defaults and some of your hairs that I absolutely can not live without.
Refer above lmao
@cutesimmer23 said: Hi , anonimus , I have a message for you. If you think Austin's cc is trashy , it's just your opinion. His ccs are one of my top favourites , and I support him in all that he does , even if that's not too good. He tries to do something and , even it's not perfect at the first time , he tries to perfect it. I really love his cc . And I have something more to say. If you are that good at cc give Austin a message (not anonimously) and then we will see who's the best. We love you, Austin!
Thank you <3 You're lovely for sending me this
Anonymous said: heyy love your blog and all of your creations. wcif ALL of your sims? do you ever upload them to the gallery?
Macie is already posted, link on my resource page. Taylor will be posted tomorrow, and my male model will be posted next week. The rest idk
Anonymous said: um can that damn anon piss off. your content is absolutely amazing and some things aren't for everyone but someone out there will love and appreciate it. also the hair in your profile picture looks gorgeous. is it released yet? and the wip you posted is cute af. ignore those haters <3
Thank you <3 Hair in my profile pic is my HyunA hair :)
Anonymous said: Hi, so sorry if anyone has already asked this, but I was wondering hat your origin ID was, since your sims are super cute!? Ps. I'm totally in love with your blog!!!
My origin is Spotharris but it does not have much on it right now, Ps. thank you
Anonymous said: Do you have any K-Pop albums? Which ones?
Oh my! I have a few! I have Red Velvet’s Perfect Velvet, and 6 LOONA albums (Kim Lip, Jinsoul, Choerry, Yves, Mix & Match, and Max & Match)
Anonymous said: I miss you having Macie as your icon :(
Me too jush she needs to make a comeback
Anonymous said: Hey I was wondering if you could do a tutorial on how to make a middle parted hair side parted ?? please
I might do a livestream sometime in the future that is me remaking a hair like Joy or something where I did that. I am really bad at video stuff though so like... someone help?
Anonymous said: Can I just say how much I absolutely love all of your hairs? Like your so talented in making cc. Please keep up the great work!
Thank you!
Anonymous said: Can you convert the cupid eyes you posted for dogs/cats? It's fine if you can't, jw!
rip I can but I really don’t want to ;-;
Anonymous said: I just want to say I love you so much! All your creations are so beautiful and I use them ALL the time. Happy Holidays! ~ V
Happy late holidays!
Anonymous said: Do you have all of your own CC in your game?
Nooooo lmao
Anonymous said: does ur hyuna hair work with the ombres?
She does not :(
Anonymous said: make more diverse sims
gotcha
Anonymous said: yo i remember when you first started out and you were just starting. now you've improved a HELL of a lot. like WOAH (i love your cc)
we don’t speak of those times in my life ok
Anonymous said: I don't know if you are open to cc requests, so if you are, would you ever consider separating them utility jacket from cats and dogs? I've seen so many people recolor it but I can't find it as an accessory, and I've looked everywhere.
A friend of mine tried it but it was really glitchy :( Maybe in the future I could give it a go?
Anonymous said: LIPS, HIPS LIPS, HIPS (ahh, ahh) L-LIPS, HIPS (ahh, ahh) Hi-hi-hi-hi-hip (POP!)
yes i agree with everything
Anonymous said: I have the same b-day as you
only legends were born on that day. and December 2nd.
Anonymous said: Your birthday is the day before mine and the day after my sister's
So close to being legends.... sad
Anonymous said: I thought, you're female😅😅🔫
rip ur mind after i blew it up by being a male
Anonymous said: damn didnt know u were homophobic lol
oh
Anonymous said: fmk: danny devito, shrek, and jim carrey's the grinch
fuck danny bc idk who it is and i know a hot danny. marry the grinch bc he i like mayor of whoville after the movie. kill shrek and take the donkey.
Anonymous said: ahHHHhhHh idk why but i love you so much(not in a weird way u pervery xddd)
thanks babessss
Anonymous said: You should start a gameplay
I dont have the computer or the time for that I am sorry to say
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here i am again, smashing the crystal vases and good china, ravaging the beautiful dining room and chucking antiques across the room. i want to be done here, i want to be done here! i want to move on, but to what? i can’t remember how to even be a person, i can’t find the light and this tunnel is so dark and endless, we don’t even have headlights to guide us. i came here to bring you on a date in the stylings of nineties classic it takes two starring kirstie alley and the olsens, except instead of mka we are switching them out for young taylor swifts, that’s right two of them, which is all i could think about the entire time i rewatched it again. so here goes nothing, we open on a street corner in philly because this is our version and the ahhccents are gonna be mewr sewth philly than ahhhnything. taylor swift number one, let’s call her taytay the scrappy orphan that has self-professed lousy english like aintcha gonna wanna git ewta here before they catcha? nobody even blinks and in pigtails and a worn out backwards baseball cap on her head, this ten year old who is probably played by an eight year old swift bc coming from a fellow tall person we just sprout from the crib it’s nuts, i’ve always looked older than i was from being tall. so eight year old swift is playing ten year old scrappy orphan taytay who is always chewing gum and has a baseball bat as kirstie alley (YOU.) look out the window and yell at her like, cmahhn tay! you got an appt with the butkis’ and i told u not to get that dress dirty! and tiny taylor chewing gum is like awww cuhmuhhhhhn doi-anne! just lemme knahck this one outta the pawrk first! that’s not the line it’s something else referencing the fact that they’re playing in the middle of the street of their inner city neighborhood. she is the pretty white girl of the orphanage so it makes no sense she hasn’t been adopted but is of course the star athlete of the kids and favorite of the social worker you-kirstie alley. she is accosted by kids and called a reject and lil taytay’s all why i awwwghta! she’s making her best >:| face, and pop goes the weasel she hits the ball and probably breaks a window or something and as she runs to the cab the kids are like, the butkis ppl are creeps that collect kids! and taytay is tayrrified before threatening the other kids with her fists in the air as the cab drives away. cut to a close up of a nineties cellphone and private plane landing, and taylor number two is wearing a practical pantsuit in beige and just won another piano competition, and she overpronounces all of her t’s at the end of her words. let’s call her fancita. yes i’m serious, i’m already so tired and bored of this story, it was way more exciting after rewatching the other night. whatever this story is just a remix of the parent trap anyway and that’s why we have two baby swifts and don’t ask me why, don’t ask me why i’ve taken you this far down the rabbithole but let’s just keep going until we find each other. so fancita is an aristocratic princess that plays tennis and i don’t know, i’m just trying to get to the part where they are like omg let’s get this social worker and rich man who has a cell phone company before that’s even a thing, and while orphan taytay is in danger of becoming the next adopted butkis - which in this version is just straight up trafficking ring i mean come on, they were pedos and it was heavily insinuated in the movie, but basically she’s in danger of being adopted into an abusive hellhole and fancitay is like hey girl hey! when her butler arrives to pick her up from her private jet. the nineties always portrayed wealth with these long ridiculous limos and british butler limo drivers, which as we now all know rich people are just driven in cars w tinted windows and the only people riding in limos are seniors in high school, but i digress. she meets her new soon-to-be stepmother, also played by taylor swift, present day style. she’s all, when i was your age i had already been through three stepmothers, you’ll be in a tibetan boarding school as soon as the wedding is over tomorrow! for this she is in her satanic red high priestess dress from lwymmd, golden snake rings at all. actually let’s just say at some point she’s bathing in diamonds as well, i mean there are many versions of her current snake-embraced image that we can use for this but that’s not the point, it is that im not even in love with grown taylor swift! i am just trying to fill the void of my dead wife who loved children and built a camp conveniently across from the literal castle we live in. i haven’t been there since, pushes back hair like sigh, since she died ten years ago right after fancitay was born. i’m all, cell phones, i hate the damn things. back when i invested in them everyone thought it was just something out of star trek and now i’m a lonely billionaire marrying snake taylor in a haze of confusion and thinking that’s what i should do, fancita needs a mother after all. you’re a tough talking protective mama bear that wants to adopt orphan taytay but you’re just a social worker and what? the butkis’ already had the paperwork go through to adopt her?? i come to find you after a failed horse meetup planted by the taylor twins to apologize for leaving you to get yelled at by steptaylor, and you’re like look keep your fancy cell phone company lifestyle and keep it moving, bucko! in the movie they get into a food fight but i’m not trying to go that deep, but basically we fight until you, an enraged four foot two version of kirstie alley okay you’re actually just a tiny goth and i’m a clumsy ogre, that part never changes. you push me with all your might, not necessary trying to push me into the river but it happens and i’m all, oh my god i feel like a kid again! this must be love! okay but seriously, that part’s the realest. i do feel like a kid again, and this must be love, mustn’t it? what will our tiny taylors tell us? we don’t know what it is or why, but it makes sense because we feel it, i can feel you. even when you say to your fellow social worker friend (played by your bandmate and beloved drummer) guys like that only date girls with food names like candy or muffin or cookie, and princess taylor disguised as orphan taylor turns around from her archery practice, greatly offended and snapping back, his dead wife was a teacher that loved kids and built this camp and she wasn’t a food her name was kathy with a k played by kourtney in a brief shot of her glamorously in a casket but dripping in jewels and hands delicately crossed over her chest. whatever, goth kourtney fantasies are not the point ok i know that. you look at princess taylor disguised as pauper taylor and are like well excuse me jeez, you don’t gotta bully me over it. sigh so then the state comes for her and accidentally send my daughter to some terrifying child sex ring that nightmares are made of and turned into dateline episodes, and this one is no less horrifying. orphan taylor shows the butler various scars and marks and bruises to show that she’s a fraudulent child that happens to just be another cute blonde that adults didn’t look closely enough at and notice bc they aren’t actually twins in this story, they’re just strangers that look alike. which honestly is prob when they first really started making the olsens insane irl like, pitting them against each other by pointing out fraternal differences and how one was the cute one the other was just the sister oh, don’t even get me started, dear. steptaylor comes home with ultra long extensions like repunzel after sneaky orphan taylor put gum in her hair. the original she gets it all cut off and suddenly her loss of beauty is signified by a short haircut which is so dumb and we just can’t agree with something so stupid, so in this she comes back with thousands of dollars worth of hair that isn’t hers just to prove her worth and appeal, which honestly is much sadder than a short sassy do any day. we get to the home of the butkis’ but no one answers and a neighbor who in the actual movie looks exactly like mike, like no shit just put a bass on him and it’s like every dude in a band probably but him specifically - unless i hallucinated it, the point is! he originally says oh that guy works those kids into the ground at the factory all day, or something like that, but in this version maybe he just shudders bc everyone just gets the pervy vibe from this butkis guy. the door gets kicked in as they are just about to initiate her into the butkis cult of abuse, and i don’t know i think it just ends with like, kirstie alley and the dad kissing? like they don’t get married or anything i don’t think. which leaves so many questions open like, if they do end up getting married, will the taylors become friends? will fancita resent taytay for taking up space and attention away? or will she be so grateful for good mother that everything will be fine and normal and fall into place? it seems like they’re all destined to end up on doctor phil. i mean, what happens when this bonehead (me) doesn’t continue to invest properly and his dumb luck cell phone business inevitably plummets because by the late nineties they’re a dime a dozen and each one is a sinking ship. what happens when they go bankrupt and all have to be poor, will they stay together? will princess taylor be like this is all your fault you’re bad luck with your poor people vibes! bc she can’t understand the crashing economy and how this is just what happens to people, one day you can be rich and the next totally broke, and it’s not really anyone’s fault. are you going to still love me even though i am horrible at saving money is what i’m asking? like, can you just quietly move money around in my accounts for me and put stuff in my savings when i’m not looking? because if i see literally any extra change i’m going to be like time to go eat giant cheeseburgers and drink ourselves into a coma! i got a groupon for a hotel stay in florida, let’s road trip! i know what your biggest concern is besides money and it’s because i know you like the back of my head (not at all), but the answer is no, steptaylor drowns in a sea of snakes at some point because i don’t have time for a decent end for her. i feel like it should be more feminist, like maybe she gets a job slinging mary kay and in the process realizes not only is she a boss at making her own income but that she doesn’t even need the amount of makeup she had been using before. she has like her own spiritual journey in the background somewhere far, far away from us and our super exclusive love, as well as our twin daughters taylor one and taylor two. i have completely forgotten their names by now but i’m just here to see if you even still love me. well? do you??? i’m just trying to prepare you for when i’m like, starting every other sentence with “you know when my wife died…” at really inappropriate times like, to a cashier in the checkout line or just in bed when we are having a romantic evening that i was bound to spoil in one way or another, so it may as well be with dead wife talk. you will probably just laugh and attempt to smother me with a pillow for being so, so embarrassing. i miss you i love you i hate you i don’t know you. i want you. do i ever even say anything else anymore? i mean it is halloween season so technically i don’t have to be original, right? you are the only ghost i could ever truly love, and that’s saying a lot seeing as how i arrived to this world haunted. pls tho, don’t ever stop being my best boo.
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