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"The truth is, I've always wanted to be a superhero. I think a part of everyone does but like, imagine being able to kick people's ass and getting positive recognition for it. Sure, the same thing could be said about professional fighters but they have to wait until their next fight, they're not out there just fightin' crime and shit. They're badass but they're not badass, yunno?"
"I tried explainin' to someone in my therapy group that I am, in fact, not a stud." she wasn't insulted, quite the opposite. She was honored by the title. "I don't quite fall into that category because I'm not actually a lesbian. I still like dudes, just not a lot of 'em." she paused for a second. "Then she asked if I was just a transman instead and that opened up an entirely different conversation and nobody could get anything back on track after that." all in all, felt like a pretty good meeting to her.
who: CJ Hardeman; Hotelier/Low Level Royal; Early 30s
open to: f/nb
Plot: after a few snide, passive aggressive comments about CJ's promiscuity, she decides to 'settle down' by proposing to a random person. Up reaction up to you but the potential for misadventures is *chefs kiss*
Was this ridiculous? Yes. Did CJ care? Not really. They'd been making comments for months, ever since it got out that her little rag tag of misfitted family was theirs that she needed to slow down. She represented them now and they stood for 'traditional values'.
Like they hadn't had many scandals before CJ arrived.
Oh well, no matter. She could just marry someone for a year, divorce them and cause a bigger uproar if she was lucky. That'd get them off her back. "Listen if you say yes, I'll pay you. I'll feed you. Hell, you can name the price just say yes."
"Do I have to remind you that he not only cheated on you, but posted the motherfucker on his social media like he was right? Stand up." she said the words harshly and then paused. "Was that believable? Did I sound angry enough?"
open to: anyone
muse: CJ Hardeman. 33. Pansexual. she/her
Things were always incredibly simple for her when it came to dating; if you wanted her say it. If you didn't want her, say it. Either way it went, you just had to remember one thing:
"A closed mouth won't get fed baby. What do you want from me exactly."
I haven't slept in a couple of days now
I think I'm slowly going insane.
