hey miss carter

indie gta oc | written by pippa

[makeuphall]

[justified]

[evefletchr]

biggest mood of 2017: fallon carrington listening to men talk

[lovelivelyhood]

[lyssiie-blog1]

& necrobrat‌ ;

        a blonde head pops into the room, the smell of breakfast wafting in through the open door. she tends to wake up earlier, and not even a crazy night of partying can hinder her biological clock. seeing alyssa on the bed though makes her want to just crawl back in and fall asleep cuddled up against her, though. she smiles softly.

                ❝   up ‘n’ at ‘em, sleepyhead. i made blueberry pancakes.   ❞  

             she wasn’t good with MORNINGS, very much a night owl. even if it was after MIDDAY. reluctantly, she rose from the bed, grabbing a dressing gown on her way out and wrapping herself up. she’d learned her way around the place by now and following the smell was helpful too. as HANGING as she was, the prospect of food that smelled as good as the pancakes currently did was enough to tempt her off of the mattress and to plop herself down at a stool at the kitchen island.

❝   how are you so chipper ?  i feel like DEATH,  ❞   she groaned, arms folding on the counter and head lowering to rest on them.

[lyssiie-blog1]

& selfsaving‌ ;

               “   EXCUSE  ME   ?   ”     AN  EYEBROW  RAISES ,  hidden  by  the  mask ,  but  the  tilt  of  his  head  carries  the  same  scoffing  sort  of  weight.  the  mask’s  not  even  that  big  a  deal  ——  but  that  doesn’t  mean  he’s  not  going  to  be  a  total  ass  about  it.  mask  certainly  does  not  come  off ,  nor  does  he     (   yet   )     intend  to  do  so.     “   and  who  the  fuck  might  YOU  be   ?   ”     voice  is  not  exactly  malicious ,  in  fact  carries  more  a  tone  of  AMUSEMENT  in  it.

                the fact he sounds amused just serves to FRIGHTEN her more but she holds herself together -- if only because everyone is WATCHING and she’s too PROUD to crumble.  ❝  a WORKING GIRL who wants to get her tips,  ❞  she bit back,   ❝  which is kinda HARD to do when you’ve got SKELETOR standing in the middle of the club !  ❞  there have BOUNCERS for this and for a brief moment, eyes flicker towards where they should be just to find them stood their STARING instead of helping.   ❝  so i’ll say it again, out or unless, you have BUSINESS here, mask off.  ❞

[lyssiie-blog1]

prosesang‌:

those  two  words  were  all  that  was  required  to  ignite  the  animalistic  desire  within  the  kingpin.  agitation  subsided  as  lust  became  too  potent  to  ignore.  calloused  digits  wrapped  themselves  around  both  wrists  loosely  though  his  movements  displayed  were  quick  and  determined.  once  free  hands  pinned  above  the  brunette’s  head,  bourbon  hues  haunted  by  the  combination  of  hunger  to  ravish  the  beauty  beneath  him  and  the  all  consuming  need  to  provide  some  sort  of  punishment.  how  he  despised  to  be  teased,  to  be  challenged  but  the  kingpin  cannot  demonstrate  restraint  and  instead  found  himself  victim.  lips  ghosted  across  the  exposed  flesh  of  craned  neck,  gentle  bites  applied  to  the  smooth  surface  as  his  spare  hand  traced  along  the  brunette’s  ribs.  frame  shifted  some  as  he  positioned  himself  between  her  thighs,  hues  focused  upon  her  angelic  features.                ❛     you  sure  you  want  that  ?    ❜

@lyssiie.

she GASPED as she became restraint ; usually a position she loathed. one she would have LOUDLY PROTESTED but she had put such a trust in geoff that she knew that there would never be intent to HARM. perhaps, it was FOOLISH to put such a strong trust into such a dangerous man but he had yet never given her reason to doubt him. teeth on flesh had her humming contently, a sound that BEGGED for a less gentle action. each touch, she arched into, allowing him to ASSUME control even though she had played him like a fiddle. INITIALLY, taunting him into their current position then, seemingly, relinquishing and ACCEPTING her fate. she hummed again, this time as if deliberating whether or not she was sure that she wanted him to MAKE HER shut up and fuck off. when he had settled between her thighs, her legs came up to wrap around him, ankles HOOKING beneath his arse and pressing to drawn him closer.  ❝  i’m sure.  ❞

[swedishfishrule]

[lyssiie-blog1]

“ fuck off ” (and another one!)

two words // accepting !

❝  say it AGAIN, i dare you,  ❞  she hisses. deep down she KNOWS he doesn’t mean it maliciously but on the surface, alyssa is a lot HARSHER than she is beneath. her instant reactions are always to bite back, like a CAGED animal backed into a corner. ready to bite the hand that feeds it. her eyebrow quirks when she hears no repetition and it makes her COCKY.

❝  that’s what i THOUGHT,  ❞  she smirked, patting geoff’s cheek as if patting an obedient dog’s head. the REACTION she gets takes her by surprise. sudden MOVEMENT. arms encasing her and roughly throwing her backwards back onto the bed from where they’d been sat on the edge. hands PINNED above her head and a serious look on the kingpin’s face.

it’s ONE time she’s not concerned by a serious looking geoff because something in his eye still says he’s playing. that as much as she’s WORRIED of being hurt, he isn’t going to hurt her. fuck off, he repeats. LEERING forward, all teeth. she SINKS into the mattress, grinning as if she’d planned all this — which she HADN’T, she’s simply enjoying it.

❝  MAKE ME,  ❞  she challenges.     

[bitchycode]

how am i sensitive and a bitch at the same time

[lyssiie-blog1]

“ let me ” ( From Connor )

two words // accepting !

how she’d ended up in this MESS was beyond her. wrong place, wrong time. it seemed to be the story of her life ; ending up in places where GUN FIGHTS ensued. she’d grown used to it, learned to STAY DOWN. as common of an occurrence as it was, it was no less terrifying. especially not when a BODY fell beside her, gun shot between the eyes, blood POOLING. oozing closer. she’d been PETRIFIED into place, not at all registering the crimson fluid beginning to stain her legs. all she could was STARE. stare. stare. stare. only coming back to REALITY on hearing the voice let me. she wasn’t sure if it was directed at her OR the other members of los santos police department. more a strain of let me help her. her protest never SOUNDED.  

❝  i don—  ❞   her protest never fully SOUNDED. she cut herself short, voice on verge of breaking. he was just trying to be KIND. a rare trait in los santos, some would say. in many ways, despite the shortcomings and the FAILURES behind her coming here, alyssa had been lucky with the company she had found. geoff. poppy. the rest of the fakes. they all treated her BETTER than could be asked for, detective anderson was no different ( just a different SIDE ). 

tears PRICKLED in her eyes and she took the hand extended out to her, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet. CHOKED sob that had been desperately held in escaped. eyes darting to her legs. body QUAKING as everything sunk in. hand still CLUTCHED to his and within seconds, she was all but collapsing onto him, BURYING face in shoulder to shield her eyes from the horrors around her as tears and terrified cries flowed freely. 

[lyssiie-blog1]

“ don’t stop ” (from geoff!)

two words // accepting !

sat crossed legged on his bedroom floor like a CHILD, playing on her phone and singing to herself while waiting for geoff to come back from whatever ‘ business ’ venture he had gone on. the second the door opened, she ABRUPTLY fell silent. it was hardly a secret how she’d ended up in los santos BUT the entire event had put her off singing, regardless of who it was in front of. even if geoff was her NEAREST and DEAREST, she didn’t feel comfortable continuing.

❝  i----i can’t...  ❞  she murmured, voice tinged with a poor attempt to hide SADNESS. something she’d once LOVED had been ruined for her and she’d yet to get over it or the position it had put her in. TOO EMBARRASSED to admit she’d failed and return home. TOO PROUD. so here, in this rotting city she stayed.   

[lyssiie-blog1]

"you're beautiful."

two words // accepting !

stood in front of a mirror, twisting and TURNING. checking every angle of the new outfit she was trying on. one that her boss had given her and TOLD her to wear. no arguing. her only PLEA had been that she got to try it on at home before she was made to wear it at work —- he’d RELUCTANTLY agreed. the outfit, honestly, made her feel cheap. most of the outfits she wore for work were HIGH QUALITY and revealing but this….THIS was something else entirely. it felt like nothing more than a loin cloth. some WANNABE season one danerys targareyn shit that didn’t even look good.

she didn’t FEEL beautiful in it. in fact, internally, she was questioning what sick fuck had requested to see the girls in such outfits. it HAD to be for some private party. NO WAY these were to be their daily uniform. her head turned to look over shoulder, a frown on her face even though SENTIMENT was appreciated. 

❝  that’s up for DEBATE,  ❞   she huffs, hands coming to rest on hips.  ❝  i look like TARZAN !  ❞    

[lyssiie-blog1]

"don't go."

two words // accepting !

she’d been half way out the door when she heard the quietly uttered words. truth be told, they PARALYSED her. outside of work, on a personal level, alyssa could not remember the last time she had felt WANTED. when she had been stopped from leaving. well…that wasn’t entirely true. it had been when she’d left her father to come to los santos. a RECORD DEAL lie having tempted her. she wasn’t sure of the significance of poppy’s plea in the moment ( she was only going to work ! ) but it still meant SOMETHING. alyssa could feel it in the atmosphere. TENSION. as if the words were uttered in fear of being alone.

she couldn’t leave. she’d be LATE for work but she didn’t care. she shut the door, turning back and walking towards poppy. hands came to CUP cheeks and pressed a gentle kiss against the other blonde’s lips. ❝  i’m not going ANYWHERE,  ❞  she promised.

[giflizgillies]

bang bang i want it

[evilsbitch]

two word starters

“ please don’t ”

“ i’m sorry ”

“ trust me ”

“ fuck off ”

“ don’t go ”

“ please stay ”

“ i tried ”

“ you’re wrong ”

“ you’re right ”

“ i know ”

“ don’t run ”

“ go away ”

“ don’t stop ”

“ it’s hard ”

“ don’t cry ”

“ we can’t ”

“ calm down ”

“ i’m scared ”

“ make me ”

“ wanna bet ? ”

“ run away ”

“ don’t look ”

“ i promise ”

“ try harder ”

“ believe me ”

“ don’t move ”

“ you’re mean ”

“ i’m cold ”

“ you’re beautiful ”

“ hold me ”

“ let me ”

“ come here ”

“ shut up ”

“ fuck off ”

“ it’s complicated ”

“ you’re okay ” 

“ wake up ! “

“ you’re on “

“ i’m pregnant “

“ you’re sick “

“ how long ? “

“ what happened ? “

“ stop it “

[loadcd-blog]

   head propped up on her hand, bas has been sizing up the girl    in her bed since she woke up a few minutes ago. ❝ what’s the    surprise for ? forget you slept with a girl last night ? scared i’m    a psycho ? or both ? ❞ basketcase is surprisingly calm for the    moment being.

[lyssiie-blog1]

❝  NEITHER,  ❞  she replies earnestly. gender isn’t something alyssa cares about but maybe she should be worried about the whole PSYCHO potential. no, it’s just she’s not used to waking up in other people’s beds. she’s not a ONE NIGHT STAND kind of girl. much prefers going home after a night out.  ❝  just don’t do it often. NOT that i’m complaining !  ❞