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peachie-bumblebee · 10 months

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FNAF SECURITY BREACH NSFW HEADCANONS

MAIN 4

MINORS DNI

getting back to my ROOTS with this one!! hope my community is still out there- the dlc has brought back my love for the game :) i haven’t posted SB content in a LONG time so a reminder- I ONLY WRITE FOR CHARACTERS WHO PASS THE JACK HARKNESS TEST. They are OF AGE OR ABOVE, have HUMAN OR ABOVE INTELLIGENCE, and can VERBALLY GIVE INFORMED CONSENT. The SB animatronics are canonically sentient. None of the past ones are. okay- back to the content :D

CW: ONE PREGNANCY MENTION, KINK RELATED T0YS, SEMI-PUBLIC MENTIONS, DACRIPHILIA

GLAMROCK FREDDY

lord have mercy…

he’s the most virgin coded out of all of them. i’m sorry.

but do I think he’s a TOTAL virgin? no.

there are FREAKS out there (me writing this and y’all reading this-) who would 1000% show up to the pizzaplex just tryna get a piece of the fazballs

SORRY

he’s the type to silently get off in his dressing room and then get all embarrassed about it like there’s someone there to judge him

he’s an actual sweetheart in the sheets. he’s so so nice about everything. as we go down the list this DECREASES.

don’t push him too fucking hard tho. if you’re one of the ones who read my old fic Competition, you remember.

his fingers vibrate.

and so does that dick.

he’d turn it on inside of you and listen to you gasp before putting a hand gently over your mouth and hushing you.

he seems a lot like a gasper. maybe the occasional curse word coming out, but mostly praises of how good it feels.

i know he is a messy cummer. i’m right and that’s final.

he’d be absolutely humiliated after the fact and go get a wet washcloth asap, but it’s a very shocking amount anyway.

pregnancy isn’t a concern, but he’s still wary about cumming inside for some reason. he’s the type to make sure it’s okay like 3 times before he does it.

okay i lowkey think he’d be into getting handcuffed. i don’t know what handcuffs could genuinely hold him, but if you brought them out he’d be (figuratively) SWEATING

i think his eyes roll back when he cums. and i’m correct. eat me.

he’s the lead member but he’s humble about it… except a few times in bed. then he lets it go to his head(s). just a bit. ;)

if he was in a relationship he’d have a thing about his partner dressed in his merch

switch! but the most vanilla out of everyone- but remember, not completely.

…he’d eat his cum out of you.

no he is NOT gonna call you superstar during sex leave me ALONEEE

GLAMROCK CHICA

my biggest hc for her will and will always be that she has a MASSIVE toy collection. she is a toy girl. do i know how she gets them? not exactly.

but I DO know that they’re all pink and white and sparkly!

that doesn’t mean it’s all vanilla toys though (respect to the vanilla community but it is not me :) )

she does own a hot pink flogger and she WILL happily use it on a groupie or her partner.

she’s such a tease. she’s such a fucking tease jsghskbnsjh

doesn’t matter if she’s domming or subbing (60/40 ratio)

she’s a TEASE

and she giggles during sex

her whole bubbly pink happy girl thing doesn’t stop

she’ll put you in a bubblegum pink sex swing and use a big ass vibrator on you while giggling and telling you how cute you look

i know she likes pulling on nipples I KNOW SHE DOES

for those who used to ask- no, she can’t give head with her beak. and she’s not taking it off. sun/moon can’t give sloppy either BUT THEY MAKE IT WORK!

AND SHE DOES TOO!

she can fuck up the guitar with her fingers, what else do you think they can do?

she’s the type to pull you into a side room, hush you, finger fuck you, then send you on your way with a hug

i know for a FACT SHE WEARS A STRAP!

yes it IS glitter. it is also 9 inches.

and if you want more, she has more ways to give you that.

she’s also the type to get you front row tickets and put a remote control vibe in you so she can watch you squirm right in front of her.

she’s also a praiser, but there’s a lot of false sympathy in there too.

food aftercare. she wants to eat 3 pizzas with you. food is her love language

ROXANNE WOLF

YOU BETTER BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT!

she’s a dom. she just is.

god I miss that fic I wrote.

she’s so fucking cocky in bed. it’d be insufferable if she wasn’t so hot and so good at sex.

if who she’s fucking is AFAB she’s EATING IT!!!! YOU CAN BET ON IT THAT SHE DOES MUNCH!

if they’re AMAB then you can expect her to lean them back on her chest and give them the most intense handjob of their life.

in general, the animatronics are stronger than people, so when they’re rough they’re still not going at their hardest. that would actually just kill you.

she’s a show-off. she’ll leave marks in very noticeable places on purpose so that everyone knows that you’re getting fucked by THE Roxanne Wolf

she’s a hair puller. I just know she likes to wrap her claws up in it and pull.

don’t fucking pull hers though, she doesn’t like that shit.

yeah her tail wags when you eat her out, what about it? don’t point that shit out, it’s embarrassing to her.

she curses so much during sex.

the strap is purple and THICK. if you want more then she’ll just hit up Chica for a new one. Chica is more than happy to help. and more than happy to watch.

she’s only the jealous type if its some rando loser. THEN she’ll fuck the living shit out of you while telling you how she’s the best and making you repeat it back to her.

if it’s Monty or Chica? If you’d be into it too, then yeah, she’ll share.

…Freddy is more of a hard sell, but it’s not a hard no.

it’s more of a “Yeah yeah yeah but why do you wanna fuck the dumbass bear? Why him? Monty’s got a bigger one, I’ll tell you that.”

yeah but roxy baby his doesn’t vibrate

she comes off a winning high after a particularly close race, she’s going to go feral on you

with those eyes of hers, she can find you wherever you go. so if she’s randomly in the mood and her partner is there, even halfway across the pizzaplex, she’s on her way to pull you into her room and take some “private time.”

MONTGOMERY GATOR

hhhhhhooOOOHHH BOY

y’all remember the start of SB where he’s fucking up his room?

prepare to be destroyed HSGDHJSGBDNH

degrades. degrades the fuck out of you. it’s a toss up between Roxy and Monty who’s the more cocky, but he’s certainly meaner.

LONG ASS DICK. IT’S HUGE WITH ALL SORTS OF BUMPS AND RIDGES AND SHIT.

head pusher IF you’re okay with it. consent is mandatory.

he’d grab all his partner’s hair if they had any to grab, even just an INCH and go ham.

his long ass dick matches his long fucking tongue.

loves giving lethal backshots LOOOOOOOORD HAAAAAAAAVVVEEEE MEEERCYYYYYY

he’s not only breaking the bed, it’s straight up sawdust. idk how his partners live but they certainly live happily after.

as cocky as he is, he’s not exactly a selfish lover by any means. yeah, he’ll edge you, but he also likes to get his partner real sloppy if you catch my drift.

he aims to make you cry from pleasure. it’s straight up his goal.

i just know he knows EXACTLY where all the right spots are. you don’t even gotta tell him, inside or outside, no matter personal preference, he can always pinpoint his partner’s sweet spots

and then he proceeds to abuse the fuck out of that knowledge

he gets so jealous over Freddy, it’s insane

he sees his partner in his merch, he’s ripping it to shreds.

Roxy is less of a threat. That can be more of a collaborative effort.

he honestly doesn’t know how much of a freak in the sheets Chica is. If he had a threesome with her and she whipped out her chest of fun he’d be like “DAMN BITCH WHERE’D YOU GET ALL THOSE” and she’d be like “^-^ wanna see my buttplug collection? :>” LMFAOOO

GROANER. he GROANS LIKE CRAZY

also a bit of a growl but NOT in the cringe tiktok way don’t worry

HOPE YALL ENJOYED!!! I really hope I can start to find my old community with this :)

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adorawritesalot · 1 year

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Because of my friend, i have found your account so you are also stuck with me (also the fact you still like hamilton too AAAAhHH-)

Anyways, Alex and Tim with an s/o that's so, painfully tall? Like above 6'5 and loves carrying their boyfriend around, is also sleep deprived and runs on red bull mixed with black coffee if it's fine ajdhajaq

awwww LMAOOO hiii!! love that!! hope u meant headcannons, as i will be doing those (idk if these can even be called headcannons tho) :) if u want me to do a oneshot or anything, hmu! hope u enjoy:) (btw i could never leave the hamilton phase HAHAH)

Alex:

Bro would love you just carrying him around.

I feel like he wouldn't even try to deny it, especially pre-operator Alex.

Let's be honest, the first thing he noticed about you was your height- it was hard not to notice it, after all.

And then you looked at him and he just about melted.

The first time you carried him was when he was working until late at night, trying to write the script to Marble Hornets. He started at 2pm, now it was nearing 11pm, and you were worried about him. Normally you would be the one not sleeping, considering the amount of redbull and black coffee you consume (which worries him quite a lot), but now he was working overtime and you didn't like being alone in your shared bed.

You walked in the kitchen, seeing him at the dining table. He hasn't noticed you yet, he is too busy figuring out if Brian's lines sound forced or not.

You then wrapped your arms under his torso and knees and carried him bridal style to your bed. He goes on and on about how he has to finish his work, but you successfuly silence him with a kiss.

,,You know, you should carry me more often."

To get back to your addiction to rebulls and black coffee, he is concerned. The first few times you've slept in the same bed, he thought you fell asleep after him. Wrong. You were up all night.

Tim:

I feel like he would act like he doesn't care about you carrying him around, but he loves it. (mommy issues)

As Alex, he noticed your height before anything else. Then he became your friend and got to know you. He was sold.

The first time you carried him was when he was having a bad day. Little memory loss over the day, seeing things that weren't there.

Let's just say he was awaiting the end of his shift very impatiently. He just wanted to get home, have a shower, and lie down with you.

When he walked through the front door and saw you making your way towards him, all smiley and nice in his shirt, he collapsed into your arms. You were confused, but let him let it out while whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

When he kind of calmed down, you took him, carried him all the way to the bathroom, and ran him a warm bubble bath. When you turned around to ask him if he wants the bubblegum or vanilla bubbles, you saw his slightly stunned face.

,,What's wrong?"

He doesn't want to tell you that the carrying made his heart flutter. Finally he could count on someone other than himself, and it felt great.

,,I just appreciate you a lot, darlin'."

The rest of the night was spent with laughter and cuddles.

Of course, he also tried to get you to stop drinking redbull so much, or even the coffee. He just wants you to sleep normally. He can't sometimes either, but it's because of something a bit different than the redbull+black coffee combo.

He was unsuccessful in trying to get you to leave the redbulls.

He is very bothered by the way you just drink a redbull in two minutes and finish a mug of black coffee five minutes later.

He might start hiding them. What could go wrong?

#marble hornets #tim marble hornets #tim masky #tim wright deserves a hug #tim wright x reader #x reader #creepypasta fandom #lmao help #mh tim #mh alex #alex kralie #alex marble hornets #alex kralie x reader #alex kralie x you #i love tim so much #i love them #hope u like this

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capriciouslyterminal · 1 year

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(chanting) SHE WANTS TO FLY SHE WANTS TO FLY SHE WANTS-

Okay so everybody needs to understand that @fastcardotmp3 changed my whole life by turning me into a Spider-Eddie truther and I have proceeded to think about it EVERY DAY of my MISERABLE LIFE and have proceeded to yell at them about it every day while also writing a drabble about Eddie and Chrissy. Here is that.

“It’s simple,” Chrissy says with a snap of gum as she blows a little green bubble (impressive for spearmint chewing gum but small potatoes compared to what she can do with an honest to God hunk of cheap bubblegum) to bite down on. She does this incessantly when she’s excited, and since she offered him a stick from her cupholder when she picked him up he knew he’d be listening to those snaps all night.

“But..it’s not though,” Eddie says as seriously as he can manage with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Like he wasn’t about to fold like a house of cards when she looked at him in that way she did. Like he could keep his stupid lapdog of a heart from leaping out of his chest to deposit whatever Chrissy Cunningham wanted at her daintily white-sneakered feet.

Eddie’s never had a pair of shoes that pristine even when they come fresh out of the box, and yet Chrissy Cunningham still manages to look mint condition even though they both hoofed it up the same hill from her car on the same blistery Hawkins evening. Her hair’s windswept but not messy, her face red at the cheeks and only on the tips of her ears like she was hand-painted.

Even under the most unflattering light, the flickering wash-out of gym fluorescents, Chrissy Cunningham makes life work for her in a way that Eddie is only now starting to get. Like she grabbed life sweetly by the hand and was already squeezing its palm before it could realize she wasn’t gonna let go until she was through. She was persistent, doggedly and gently so, and Eddie was the newest in a long line of people to get caught up in her wake.

And once she gets an idea in her head…well it can be impossible to shake it. Even when somebody like Eddie says, “how would we even get in the gym?” like he couldn’t scale a wall or delicately shove a window out of a wall. Like he was trying to pull hurdles up that she only sailed over. Chrissy claimed that once this year was over she was hanging up the pom-poms and going out for track.

But being a cheerleader has perks, apparently (aside from the skirts and the flexibility training).

Chrissy, as captain of the Hawkins Tigrettes, has a key and knows the alarm codes to get in the gym after hours. Eddie’s little inner vandal, who hasn’t gotten to play much as of late with his current roster of after school activities, positively drools at the thought of finally having a friend who could just let him into places.

The sheer amount of shenanigans he could have once gotten away with, the unlimited potential that had lurked right under his nose, was staggering. Apparently while the rest of them have been sleeping off their youths the Hawkins Tigrettes regularly put in night practices (especially when cheer sectionals slowly creep towards them) and Chrissy Cunningham was the night-owl to end all night-owls. Apparently she’d done this with enough normalcy that she could swear up and down (“Scout’s honor,” with three fingers held up from her heart and eyes like the snap of wind against a flag) that nobody would pat an eye at the blip at the alarm company even though sectionals are like half a year away. And sure enough, the alarm was off. The lights were on. Eddie had single-handedly unrolled a blue cheer mat where Chrissy pointed, and yet none of it feels real.

It’s a kind of scenario he can imagine telling himself as a joke. Imagines an Eddie Munson from two years ago hearing about and swearing off of recreational substances because even he’d question what he was smoking to dream this up.

Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. So you’re a genetically hybridized freak and a former Snowflake Queen invites you to the gym at the asscrack of dawn with the intention of you joining the cheer squad. Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. Seriously stop me, this is fucking nuts.

#Link included to original game if you wanna see others #answers #Fastcar said Chrissy is Gwen Stacey AND I PROCEEDED TO CRY ABOUT IT AT WORK #stranger things #Stranger things fic #Spider-Eddie #my fic #look this Drabble exists should it go on AO3?

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spookyrobbins · 3 years

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Okay, i can’t believe you managed to make a fucking bubblegum and x-ray hella sad. Kudos for that!

Now let’s do part 2 of the angst game with more random words.

1.) Moles/freckles

2.) Glasses

3.) Gauze-paws

4.) Polaroid

5.) Fending machine

6.) Ballpoint

7.) Softball

8.) Leather

9.) Clown

10.) Bailey

1.) Moles/freckles

callie was always fascinated with arizona's moles and freckles and used to trace them and count them and she honestly thought she could spend hours cataloging each one

there was one on her left knee that looked like the lyra constellation (a constellation that is partially based in the mythology of the muses) that was one of callie's particular favourites

i'll let you fill in the blanks :)

2.) Glasses

it started with glasses, oddly enough

arizona was in denial, but callie noticed; the colonel kept losing his glasses, he kept losing his glasses and he just seemed confused

arizona refused to even talk about it; he was the colonel, he was always fine

and then he asked how seattle was - arizona hadn't lived in seattle in three years

the next time they visited a few months later, he hesitated when he spoke to sofia, as if it took him a moment to place her

and still, arizona and barbara didn't want to see it bc he was fine most of the time, he had lived a hard life, he was getting older so a bit of confusion was normal and nothing callie said could change their minds

if callie could’ve done anything to stop the devastation that appeared in arizona’s face, she would’ve. but she could do nothing but watch as arizona’s face crumbled when her father turned to her after dinner one night and called her margaret, his beloved older sister, whom arizona did bear a striking resemblance

but maybe the worst moment came a few months after he was diagnosed, when arizona was speaking to him on the phone and he mentioned that he was going to give tim a call; arizona didn't know what to say but she didn't have the heart to tell him that tim was dead

and to think, it started with glasses

3.) Gauze-paws

arizona knew she shouldn't be jealous; they were just friends; mark was just helping his best friend bc she had chicken pox and she probably really wanted to scratch

it was stupid and childish to be jealous; after all, she was the one lying to her girlfriend - she totally had chickenpox, she and tim had it at the same time and spent a week on the couch, absolutely miserable, watching re-runs of MASH

but god if she didn't hate mark sloan just a bit, she just wished he wasn't around so much, like if he decided to leave seattle for a while or forever, arizona wouldn't exactly be mourning the loss

she really shouldn't have lied to callie, she just panicked and now mark sloan was cuddling with her girlfriend who looked unfairly cute with chicken pox and gauze paws

4.) Polaroid

callie loved taking pictures of arizona

arizona hated it when callie took photos of her, not because she was self-conscious, but because callie rarely told her she was doing it; arizona would just find polaroids of herself lying around (there had been a particularly dicey moment when cristina nearly found a more racy one if not for callie's quick thinking)

callie started to hate it too at some point; some point around when it seemed like arizona had disappeared in on herself, slipped into a deep, dark place and wasn't the arizona callie knew and all she had left of her arizona were the polaroids

callie couldn't remember the last time she felt so useless and pathetic as she flipped through old polaroids of arizona and a smile that callie hadn't seen in months; somehow it felt like she was looking at a ghost, even if arizona was only twenty feet away

5.) Fending machine

when she's wrapped up in planning a surgery, arizona frequently forgets to eat; for years, callie would remind her, just like arizona would make sure callie ate when she was working on her research

her favourite was this one kind of chocolate peanut butter granola bars that they only had in the cancer wing vending machines, which was on the clear opposite side from peds

it had been years since callie was around to take care of her and arizona had honestly forgot about the granola bars

but one day, she was down in the cancer wing for a patient and she happened to pass by the vending machines and it was so stupid it was a freaking granola bar, but she just felt alone? because nobody cared to make sure she was eating and bringing her the granola bars she liked and make sure that she wasn't so, so painfully alone all the time; but she had made her bed and now she had to lie in it, even if it felt like she couldn't breathe

6.) Ballpoint

arizona broke up with her and callie didn't want to be that girl who cried over stupid things just because they belonged to someone else

but then she found a ballpoint pen in the pocket of her labcoat and it was definitely arizona's; callie definitely didn't keep glitter pens in her lab coat and callie was just so angry because who did arizona think she was going around kissing her in elevators and smiling with her stupid dimples and yep, callie might be able to hate arizona just a little bit, she tossed the pen in the trash and steeled herself for having to go up to peds and maybe see arizona, honestly, her day couldn't get that much worse, not when it started with crying in her cereal

7.) Softball

arizona was cleaning out her junk closet when she found a picture of the hospital softball team, all goofy smiles and arms slung over shoulders and just happiness bled through the photo

as she traced over their faces with her finger, she desperately wished she could go back to that moment and warn them, tell them to hold onto this moment of happiness because henry would die a month later, teddy would leave and never return, mark and lexie would never get to be together, owen and cristina would fall to pieces, she and callie would tear each other apart, cristina would leave, derek would die and leave meredith broken with three small children; everything would change and very rarely for the better

8.) Leather

arizona locked herself in a supply closet, she knew she was being childish or jealous or insecure or whatever million words callie had thrown at her years ago, but god, it felt like her heart was being torn to shred for the hundredth time

but seeing penny wearing callie's leather jacket, the one that callie had been wearing all those years ago in that dirty bar bathroom, the one that arizona used to steal as a joke, the one that had always been arizona's favourite, it just felt like one more thing on top of everything else, just further proof that callie had moved on and arizona was just going to have to be okay with it

only she didn't know how to be okay anymore, she wasn't sure she could do that anymore, she'd just smile through the pain and it'd work because no one other than callie would know it wasn't a real smile, and even callie wouldn't notice because she didn't care anymore and arizona wished she didn't care. she wished she didn't automatically look for callie, didn't catch herself doing a million things that had become muscle memory because of callie

9.) Clown

"callie, what the fuck happened? why is sofia calling me in tears?"

"we took sofia to the circus and there were clowns and penny wanted to do something nice for sofia and she took her to get a balloon animal when I went to get food and she didn't know that sofia's afraid of clowns. that's all. it's fine, I'm dealing with it. you don't need to freak out about it."

"I don't need to freak out, seriously, callie? i think I'm perfectly entitled to freak out because my daughter called me in tears because you left her alone with your girlfriend who didn't know she is terrified of clowns. damn it, callie."

"it's fine."

"it's not. it's really, really not. sofia is terrified and I'm on the other side of the country and she is crying and she didn't feel like she could tell you because you'd be mad. it's really, really not fucking okay, callie."

10.) Bailey

bailey really thought out of everyone, callie and arizona would make it

they loved each other in such a special way; they loved each other even when they hated each other; they had special smiles and twinkling eyes; and bailey always grumbled about them but she sort of adored them in her own way

she wanted to shake them and tell them to hold on to each other

she wanted to yell at arizona to actually fight for something because she loved callie torres so damned much and you don't just give up on the love of your life, even if you think you're doing it for her happiness

she wanted to shake callie and tell her that arizona still loved her, but she was terrified because callie left and she was trying to protect callie and callie had to see that arizona watched her and waited for her and the way arizona's smile dimmed just a bit more each day

but she didn't and she would regret that as she sat in a courtroom watching a lawyer try to destroy arizona while callie did nothing

she would regret that when she saw a version of arizona robbins that was wholly unfamiliar to her when she came back from new york

she would regret that as she watched arizona finally try to move on with now that callie was really gone, but bailey could tell that her heart wasn't in it because her heart was in

she would regret that whenever she got a message from callie "just checking in"

but there wasn't much for her to do, so she would give tuck an extra hug because he was still here and she wouldn't have to give him up; and she'd tell ben how much she loved him because not everyone got to tell the love of their life they loved them

and she would say a silent prayer that callie and arizona someday find their way back together.

#this took ages and i love it #also the amount of feelings i have about the bubblegum and bubbles one #astronomical #i had a full breakdown on twt about it #ask games #angst game #no post on sundays #anon

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sxlver-sweet · 3 years

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Hey, can I request Hanma, Mucho, and Senju with a girlfriend who has bimbo energy but can still sniff out someone’s intentions from a mile away and react accordingly? Like she’s girly and cute and sweet and bubbly and still an airhead with common sense and school, but she’ll be uninterested and sarcastic when guys try to take advantage of her. Thank you in advance.

— BUBBLEGUM BITCH <3

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ROSTER . . . shuji hanma, yasuhiro muto

SYNOPSIS . . . them w/ a bimbo gf who doesn’t take too kindly to disrespect

CONTAINS . . . swearing, suggestive content

NOTE . . . the reason that senju is no longer part of the request is stated here. also, this is my first time writing for both hanma and mucho, so i’m very sorry if this is out of character.

ADDRESSED TO . . . @kuroiza @sanelly @dazaisusedbandages @florssils

lowkey kind of an iconic couple

HANMA is the type to kiss you roughly right after you touch up your lipstick and laugh when the bright color smears onto your cheek. mf won’t even apologize. he’ll just stand there with his chin angled downward and hands stuffed into his pockets while you whine about how mean he is, your expensive heels clacking loudly as you stomp back into the bathroom to fix your ruined makeup.

i also feel like he licks the highlighter off your cheek just to hear you complain, but that’s just me

he had to wear a mask when entering your bedroom for the first few times he visited your home, because the scent of candy and perfume was so strong that he developed a headache and had to lay down. now, whenever he climbs through your window and you aren’t at home, he shakes your perfumes and takes his time smelling all of them as he waits for you to return.

pls the amount of times you thought he was cheating on you because he came downstairs to greet you smelling like perfume

initially, hanma had worried that you would lack an awareness of other people’s intentions. but, soon he understood when he left a store and saw you sitting exactly where he left you, perched on a wooden bench and staring into the frothy, pink drink he’d purchased for you a few minutes ago. a man was towering over you, one hand braced on the back of the bench as he leaned far too close to your face for his intentions to be anything other than disrespectful. still, despite the stranger whispering salacious promises into your ear, you were clearly preoccupied. your tongue peeked from your lips in concentration as you scraped your straw against the bottom of the plastic cup, eyes half-lidded with boredom and face slack with disinterest. after a few more seconds, you abruptly rose to your feet, unperturbed by how the man had to stumble back in order to avoid having his nose cracked by the top of your head. you disposed of the empty drink before returning your empty stare back to your harasser’s, one finger hooking under the lustrous, silver pendant of your necklace and flaunting the name “hanma” in swirly cursive. without another word, you collected your things and headed toward where your boyfriend was watching the scene unfold. upon spotting him, the brilliant twinkle in your eyes flickered back to life and the spring in your step was restored, the name necklace bouncing against your chest as you skipped up to hanma.

maybe he doesn’t have to worry so much, hanma realized as you collided with his chest, your arms cinching around his slim waist as you welcomed him back. you may be an airhead, but you aren’t a total idiot.

don’t even get me started on the unnecessary ego boost this supplied him with 🙄

pls y’all talk so much shit about people 😭 it usually stems from hanma whispering in your ear about how obvious it is that the woman glaring daggers at your from across the room wishes that she could take your place, or how the waiter who just stopped by your table purposefully dropped your spoon so that you would have to bend over to pick it up.

you two are such a powerful combination oh my gOD. most people won’t dare to defend themselves, even if they hear you giggling and see hanma gesturing toward them with unabashed brazenness. the taunting pout gracing your strawberry-glossed lips, the way you flutter your eyelashes with faux innocence, the condescending, possessive air with which hanma places a hand on your knee or squeezes your hip, and the shocked widening of his eyes when he listens to you whisper into his ear with a manicured hand concealing your mischievous smile--pls, the energy

y’all are some bitches, fr😭

he’s definitely gone through your makeup before. you’ll be sitting in front of your mirror, humming to yourself as you blend out your eyeshadow, and hanma will be stretched out on your bedroom floor behind you, the contents of your makeup bag strewn around him as he squints lethargically at the labels. he definitely refers to your highlighter as “sparkly shit,” and, regardless of how many times he paws through your makeup, he will always be dismayed by how many brushes you use.

“don’t you just need… like, three? the fuck are these for? they’re all the same.”

he’ll let you put makeup on him every once in a while, but not without a fight--it’s not because he hates it, though. he just thinks watching you struggle to overpower him is cute. hanma would die before passing up a chance to tease you. the way he surrenders is strategic--his resistance always ceases when you force him onto his back, and he’ll refuse to move from that position. this forces you to straddle his chest, giving him free range to squeeze your thighs or pinch at your ass to startle you whenever you’re tracing his eyes with black liner or carefully applying mascara.

he thinks it’s funny. you do not.

i feel like he also twitches just to see the sheer panic on your face as you tentatively check to see if you accidentally stabbed his eye with the mascara wand.

he’s such a little shit. whenever you blow a bubble with your gum, he always pops it just to see your nose scrunch in irritation. he’s also the type to slip the lollipop you’ve been sucking on from your lips and pop it into his own mouth, leaving you stunned and cheeks burning as you try to process what just happened.

he’ll purposefully withhold kisses from you just to watch you get all worked up. you’ll be clinging to his arm in a skimpy, little dress, doe eyes pleading and red-tinted lips puckered. “give me a kiss!” you whine. when he merely hums in response, you lean onto the toes of your heels, trying to reach his lips. “quit being mean!”

“only if you tell me about photosynthesis.” hanma offers with a taunting grin. you sputter and wrack your brain for the correct response, but hanma is already fully aware that it’s too complex of a concept for you to wrap your pretty, little head around. all he actually wanted was to watch you deflate in defeat, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes and threatening to ruin your eyeliner. only then will he oblige, bowing to press a kiss to your wobbling bottom lip.

whenever you’re out in crowded areas and you start to wander off, hanma will hook a hand around your waist and tug you back, telling you with a coy smile, “i don’t think so, doll. you’re stayin’ right here.” under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t mind if you go do your own thing. however, not only do you have a tendency to get lost in large crowds, but there’s no way in hell he’s letting you saunter off in those little miniskirts you prefer to wear. it’s bad enough that the slightest breeze would be enough to lift the fabric and reveal your panties; but, in a crowd like that, there’s bound to be some moronic deviant who’s fully prepared to utilize the anonymity of numbers in order to feel you up.

he vividly recalls having warned you of such things--the wind, especially--before you left the house; but, you just beamed at him and told him that the forecast said it was supposed to be sunny. figures.

shut up, the contrast between you two is so funny

the expressions on the other gang members’ faces as they analyzed the both of you were priceless. there’s MUCHO, who possesses the muscle composition of an ox, can bodyslam two fully grown men without breaking a sweat, and is known for his generally impassive, intimidating expression. then, there’s you, who’s frivolous and ditzy, constantly clings to mucho’s arm and toys with his fingers as you whine discreetly for his attention, and looks like a fish out of water in those sparkly heels, baby pink romper, and whipped-cream-topped beverage that threatens to fly out of your grasp as you babble to hina about what color you want to dye your hair

all the members just 🧍

but then they watched you stare blankly at some guy who complimented how your ass looked in your bedazzled jeans and deadpan, “why don’t you shut the fuck up?” and then they were like “oh”

as quiet and nonchalant as he is, mucho loves seeing you in your element. most of the time, you assume he isn’t paying attention, but believe me, he is. whenever he sees you bounce around the beauty aisle, starry-eyed and ecstatic as you obsess over how some celebrity just started endorsing your favorite makeup brand, his eyes soften, and the corners of his lips quirk upward in a small, easy smile. if you turn to ask him which lipstick color he prefers, he’ll just place a hand atop your head to ruffle your hair and tell you, “both” before continuing to meander down the aisle at his own pace.

pls he lets you get away with so much. if you’re searching for a gift for a friend, he’ll let you perform swatch tests on the back of his hands, but only if you keep wet wipes in your purse so he can scrub off the products later. on more than one occasion, you’ve drawn a circle on his palm and shoved him out the door, tasking him with purchasing a set of hoop earrings that match the size of the circle scrawled on his skin. he usually just rolls with it, too.

mucho would rather you not accompany him to toman’s meetings--for safety precautions, obviously; and, totally not because of the time you shaved ten years off his life when you almost spilled your drink all over mikey. but, if he happens to allow you to tag along, he’ll ask you to sit quietly with emma and wait. you comply, because although he doesn’t say it, you know he’s exhausted but tolerates the stupid shit you say and the pointless questions you rouse him for in the middle of the night, regardless. he puts up with a lot from you, so doing your best to follow his instructions is the least you can do.

he would be lying if he said that returning from tense meetings to see you dutifully perched upon a concrete flower bed with a cherry lollipop resting on your tongue and manicured fingernails tapping away at your phone doesn’t make his chest swell with fondness. mucho knows it’s difficult for you to remain in one place and not get sidetracked, so he appreciates the effort you make to remain conscious of the requests he’d made from you. plus, there’s just something oddly rewarding about knowing there’s someone voluntarily waiting and searching for him among the sea of black and gold just so they can walk home with him. when you spot him ambling toward you, you hop off the concrete wall to meet him halfway, all doe-eyed and saliva-glossed lips as you pop the sucker from your mouth to innocently offer him a taste.

you’re lowkey killing him, but it’s okay LMFAO

speaking of rewarding, there are certain nights where you’ll offer him a taste of life with a loved one--a chance to experience a different side of you that the rest of the world remains ignorant of. as much as he enjoys seeing you all dolled up, there’s something strangely… domestic about seeing you at rest. your skin soft with lotion and hair dark with lingering water droplets from your shower, the loose strap of your tank top drooping off your shoulder and sleep shorts wrinkled from having been crammed haphazardly into a drawer, white foam from your toothpaste pooling in the corners of your lips as you explain to him the difference between “vanilla lace” and “bare vanilla”--moments like this are ones his brain file away for extra incentives to see things through… extra incentives to do whatever it takes for him to make it to the point where he can freely indulge in the life of domesticity he’s secretly taken an interest in.

sometimes, he feels guilty for basking in the saccharine warmth of what it’s like to be loved, knowing that his morals have been warped by the life of betrayal he leads and that he’s the last person who deserves a faithful, steadfast partner. but, you never give him much time to allow negative thoughts to cloud his mind. when he starts to zone out, you materialize before him, hands sliding affectionately over his shoulders to lock your fingers around the back of his neck as you climb onto his lap. the skin-to-skin contact snaps him out of his thoughts just in time to feel your petal-soft lips press a chaste kiss to his cheek. his eyes will flicker to you questioningly, only to realize that you’re in the middle of lecturing him on what fragrance notes would best compliment him, completely oblivious to the internal conflict raging in his mind.

he cracks a smile. it’s absurd how you’re able to diffuse his pessimism with nothing more than the slightest of touches. the most amusing part is that you don’t even realize you do it. it’s like you just… know. he sighs heavily and allows his head to fall wearily onto your shoulder, shivering slightly as your nails lightly scratch at his back through the material of his shirt. the vibrations from your vocal chords skitter along his temple as you continue rambling on about god knows what, your voice lulling him into a state of tranquility that teeters precariously on the edge of slumber.

he isn’t too keen on going on shopping sprees with you, mostly because it’s difficult to keep up with your scattered thoughts and abundant energy as you dart from shop to shop. the only two reasons he goes with you are to carry your bags and to ensure that you don’t land yourself in any misunderstandings or compromising situations. someone has to keep an eye on you, he reasons. even so, he mostly just parks his ass in the “boyfriend chair” and monitors your surroundings until you’re prepared to leave.

when it comes to getting your nails done, he’ll drop you off and pick you up, but he usually doesn’t stay unless your appointment is only supposed to last about twenty to thirty minutes. it’s fucking hilarious watching the customers and nail technicians gradually become more and more frazzled seeing this linebacker-built-ass man straddling a motorcycle in one of the handicapped parking spaces, eyebrows furrowed against the afternoon sun in an expression that could probably kill if you strayed too close. so, you can imagine their shock when you ignore their concerned warnings and stroll out of the shop, only to go skipping up to him with a bright smile to show off your newly painted nails.

one time, he allowed sanzu to accompany him on one of your dates, wanting his close companion to meet and befriend you early on in case mucho ever needs him to shelter you or take you somewhere. he’d anticipated a number of possible reactions from you, ranging from you holding his vice captain at an icy distance to you finding peace in the quiet, kind aura that sanzu commonly exudes.

what he hadn’t expected was for you to squeal and fling your arms around sanzu’s neck in greeting, thoroughly shocking both the fifth division captain and vice captain. after exchanging a flustered glance with mucho, sanzu stiffly lifted a hand to deliver an awkward pat to your shoulder, only to tense when you swiftly pulled away. as bubbly as ever, you clutched sanzu’s shoulders, ignoring the uncomfortable wiggling of the masked boy as you pleaded with him to let you experiment on his hair and asked if he wanted to go shopping with you sometime in the future. it was only after you complimented his feathery, prominent eyelashes and called him “pretty” that realization dawned on the pair, leaving mucho to chuckle to himself while sanzu delicately explained that he is, indeed, a male. you didn’t miss a beat, quickly apologizing for misgendering him before continuing to promote your desire to braid his hair, regardless.

mucho just watched as you herded sanzu to a nearby bench, laughter still dancing faintly from his lips as you started running your fingers through an overwhelmed sanzu’s platinum locks.

you're certainly entertaining, that’s for sure.

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heauxzenji · 4 years

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I'm not sure if u take requests but if u do could u write a NSFW alphabet for Issei?¿ ♡

So lemme tell you something- I got this req and the first thing that came out of my mouth was BIIIIIIIIITTTTCCCCHHHHHH

And I proceeded to scream cry and yell about this for idk how long. I put so much thought into this- I literally wrote it in almost one night completely. I have SO much to say about this man. My Issei brainrot is only fueled by my stupid horny Pisces brain- WHICH HE ALSO HAS god bless him. Anyway enough about me this turned my mind into soup and it all fell out of my ears enjoy ur fucking horse cock

NSFW Alphabet- Matsukawa Issei

No thoughts head he. 😌

gn!reader focused, obviously nsfw....

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

Best Service Dom. Best Dom EVER. Anything you want you get, you have to only say the words. Food? Already ordered so it would be there by the time you finished. Cuddles? His arms are wide open and his body is very warm. Sit in a bubble bath and scroll through your favorite online stores? The bath is nice and warm and his credit card is at your disposal. He takes amazing care of you, and will stop at nothing to make you feel secure/safe/happy at all times..

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

Welll…. I… we all know what it is. I’ll explain more later but in addition to that he also has the most amazing arms/abs. He’s very lean, definitely naturally so. Doesn’t need to work out but does so anyway keep toned.

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

Likes to cum inside you, but simply so that he can watch it ooze out of your hole. Sometimes he’ll even keep fucking you after he’s finished to see himself push it back in even after it’s out.

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

I hate adding this but he has a foot fetish. Not like a hardcore creepy kind of foot fetish- he just likes to suck a toe here and there. But only if they’re freshly pedicured… he’s very picky. He’ll give foot massages all the time tho if you ask him. He just never tells anyone about it because he knows his friends will clown him.

Not ur foot but close enough he would get you one of those little golden name anklets and kiss it every time he lifts your leg over his shoulder. 👀🦋

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

Absolutely. He’s done a lot in his life, and is not short on any stories of past encounters. He is kind of a sex encyclopedia, but he’s very casual about it. If you bri bc up something you wanna try, 11/10 times he’s going to not only have done it, but be able to suggest ways for you to make it better- with several anecdotes.

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Doesn’t just like doggy- it is his lifeblood. It’s easier for him to control your movements while also making sure that he can bury himself all the way inside. He can have a vice grip on your hips one moment, his fists full of your hair the next- and if he starts spanking you well… that’s between you two and god.

He does like plain old missionary too, but only bc he can see himself in your tummy.

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

It makes him laugh sometimes when you struggle to take him all at once. He thinks it cute that you try, but it’s hilarious how big your head gets sometimes. He has to fuck you dumb and remind you that you can’t do that.

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

Trims, but not super short. He does wax his happy trail tho bc it makes him self-conscious.

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞

Can actually be very romantic if he wants to. He is a Pisces, after all. He does enjoy foreplay and the sensuality of that to get you prepped, and he takes extra care to make sure you’re fully ready. He is going to be hard on you, but understands that he has to take good care of you, and he does

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

Daily. At least once. It keeps the stress away and livens his mood. He does it as soon as he wakes up, and then if he’s having a really hard day or difficulty sleeping, he can do it to ease his nerves.

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

Size, obvious because everyone is smaller than him Skdkfkf he’s a giant. He’s 6’2 and his cock is at least 3 feet of that.

Daddy Kink, self explanatory mostly. It’s just so fucking sweet on his ears, his baby cooing for their daddy, trying so hard to work his entire cock into their tiny hole, trying to be so good for him… he loses it every time.

Voyeurism, likes watching you touch yourself. He finds it amusing how you think you can get yourself there without his help. You both know that’s impossible, but it turns him on to see you try.

Praise, again- he loves to make you feel special. And you work so hard fitting all of him inside, he has to tell you how good of a job you’re doing, especially because he’s appreciative of you letting him impale you. He has to let you know.

Mutual Masturbation, Kinda goes with voyeurism. If you’re away from each other, you’re definitely going to have sex via FaceTime- he just wants to see you, and also wants you to see him. To him, it lets you know you’re the only one that can get him there, and that your presence alone- even if he’s not touching you, is more than enough.

Lingerie, Loves nothing more than seeing you all pretty for him. He also just really likes the feeling of lace or silk against his fingertips He can get out of control and rip your sets tho- but don’t worry, death is a very lucrative business- He will buy you several replacements.

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

LOVES car sex. If the mood strikes, he WILL pull over. But really, he’ll take it wherever he can get it.

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

He’s very eager to please. A little lazy, yes, but at his core he wants to make sure you’re feeling good.

𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!

He has done literally everything at least once and the one thing he just can’t get into is piss. One bad experience and a 3 month uti later he’s sworn off it for good.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

Not his favorite. He could honestly go with or without it personally, just because there’s so much of him. But he will happily fuck your throat if you want him to, and will go down on you for hours to make sure you’re truly prepped. For someone who’s not a big fan of it, he’s actually AMAZING with his mouth. It’s lazy but in the best way possible.

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

Starts off slow so you’re good to go, but will pick up the pace as you stretch out. He does enjoy a few slow deep thrusts in between drilling you into oblivion tho. He never tries to make your guts into a smoothie on purpose, it just kinda happens that way.

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

He will never say no to quickie. The amount of fast food bathrooms and abandoned parking lots you’ve seen is astronomical. The amount of times Makki has kicked you out of his apartment for trying something while he goes to the bathroom is even higher.

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

He's the classic degen. bf who reaches across the table at the same time as your dad when you go “daddy can you pass the salt?”

So yes, he’s definitely going to tease you under a table at thanksgiving dinner.

He’s really going to have you whenever he wants- even if it comes at the expense of your pride/morals sometimes.

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

Can go on forever if you let him. Will overstim you to hell and back before he even thinks about cumming. Doesn’t even know he’s doing it- he’s so used to fucking you brainless that he doesn’t realize it’s too much. But he is SUPER apologetic about it and will make sure to treat you extra carefully.

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

He actually has a few for when he’s feeling lazy. He used to run through fleshlights like they were tictacs but he’s since finally found one that he won’t break.

He got most of them for free because he worked in a sex shop during college- he was very popular.

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

Yes. He will 100% rile you up with touches that seem innocent enough in nature, but are a tad bit too low, or linger on for a bit too long.

Will also give you “the look” in public and pretend he doesn’t know what you’re talking about- he definitely does.

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

Vocal in bed, especially with praise. Will constantly tell you how good you’re doing or how good you feel. Doesn’t moan a lot, but they slip out from time to time. Instead it’s a lot of deep breaths, groans, and curses.

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

If mortuary school hadn’t have worked out, he and Makki were going to start their own porn company. They actually have a very solid business plan. They made a pact to sit on it for now, since Issei is working at the funeral home.

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

LMFAOOOOO

Literally a foot long. Longer actually. I’m going to honestly say 13. No I won’t take it back. Perfect thickness too. Honestly it’s like… god really took his time and got it fucking right. Everything about his physique is perfect- it would only make sense his cock is that perfect to match. Color is even all around, the head is bubblegum pink. There’s also one very prominent vein on the underside, and a few tinier trails of veins on the top. The statue of David? Don’t know her. Only know the statue of Issei.

�� - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

High sex drive, but he can keep it subdued if he has to. Especially because he knows he’s too much for most people. He's not shy about it though. Is CONSTANTLY horny on main. Not that you mind.

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

Service Dom through and through. He won’t sleep until you do, and even if he’s dead tired, he won’t sleep at all if you’re staying awake. He’s going to do everything to take care of you and your needs first. When you do sleep he likes to hold your head to his chest and will press his nose down into your hair so he can fall asleep surrounded by your scent.

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thestarsoutofyourwindow · 3 years

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The Doctors and a S/O that loves snow..

(1-13) (Except 8 and War)

Summary: Just the Doctors reactions to a s/o that likes snow, sprinkled with what they think about snow. Exactly what it says on the tin :)

Warnings: none!

It suffices to say that The First Doctor is pleasantly surprised. He has not experienced a lot of snow, if any, either. He is happy to get to spend an evening or two in the winter weather; if not for too long. After a few hours, it begins to bore him. You certainly won't catch him goofing about in the snow. No sir. Not at all.

The Second Doctor, the ball of energy he is, would love to spend any amount of time with you. If anything, he's more excited than you are. Oh, you like snow? So does he! He might have no clue why it's so cool, but he trusts your judgement! Is an absolute sucker for games and goofing about, whether he admits it or not/

Unlike his previous incarnations, The Third Doctor is an indoor guy. He'd much rather be wrapped up warm in the library and watch the snowfall. However, he will spend the entire snow day with you, whether you're running about outside or curled up inside with him. He likes seeing you happy, and would probably take it as an excuse to show you what a bubble looks like when freezing.

-- The Fourth Doctor is the king of winter outfitting. Don't ask him why he has so much cold-weather apparel. He'll only ramble about how everyone gets cold. He will chase you with a pair of gloves or a spare scarf if you insist on spending the day outside. If anything, he's just glad to see you happy. He's also most likely to make a snowman with you.

== Hear me out: the Fifth Doctor and the family-sized crew on a snow-covered planet. The moment you land, Tegan is teaching Adric and Nyssa how to build a snow fortress. Five is just happy that everyone is having fun, and will join in with you. Let's be honest, you'd drag him into it anyway, but let him have the illusion of control. His favourite thing is by far the hot chocolate after all of the snowball fights and snowmen armies you constructed.

-- The Sixth Doctor thinks all this snow malarkey is a bit overrated. That is until he sees how immensely excited you were about it. "No i didn't say that, I think snowball fights are super fun, shut up peri." He actually gets super worried about your health. After an hour he'll usher you inside to warm up. Whenever you feel a bit sad, you and the Doctor just so happen to turn up in a winter wonderland. Curious.

-- The unfortunate Seventh Doctor has gotten into one too many accidental snowball fight as it is. As much as he would prefer to sit inside, he'd probably kick a little snow at you, and things would just slowly escalate. He always wins though, so be warned.

-- After the remark about humans getting excited over the stupidest stuff; Nine spends the day smiling like an idiot as he thinks about said excitement. He will try to team up with you on snowball fights, (I advise you taking the offer before Jack does, or else you're dead meat). He'd be the sort to sit inside and play video games with everyone, rather than be out in the cold. If you drag him out, he'll make up for it by shoving his cold hands under your collar- in hopes of freezing you to death.

-- Ten would be so surprised, but he jumps at the opportunity to mess around. He is satisfied doing anything you feel like dragging him into. He'd make persistent snow jokes and enjoys random little games you'd want to play. He takes you to places with snow and would take you to frost fairs on thousands of planets. He's not the type to sit around inside, but if you like to, he can find something to do to occupy himself.

-- Your child-like joy sparks something in the Eleventh Doctor. Love of snow is something the both of you can share. He can't stop taking you to snowy places, except this Doctor likes unusual types of snow. The snow that falls up, bubblegum flavoured snow, naturally rainbow snow. It eventually becomes a ritual for the two of you to have a snow adventure once every four trips. You always have a coat on the ready in the console room.

-- "This is so stupid," Twelve mutters, whilst immersing himself in festive baking and running about from snowy place to snowy place with you. Ever since he saw that smile on your face, he's been doing his best to keep you enthusiastic about something. Whilst he doesn't think snow is at that cool, your reaction is the cutest thing he sees for a while.

Thirteen absolutely adores snow, too. No matter where you goes, she's happy. But take her somewhere snowy, and she isn't leaving for a long time. She gets distracted by everything and just tries her best to have fun. "Who cares if it's cold, I saw a thing!" Not only does she love the atmosphere, but she also loves your reaction. It makes her whole week.

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alexthedrummerboy · 3 years

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Darkest Before The Dawn

pairing: willex, past luke/alex

summary: "your parents were never cool again after you told them you were gay.” OR an exploration into alex’s past, his family life, and his relationship with religion

essentially this is all one big angsty headcanon

authors note: basically i’ve been thinking about the gold chain alex wears around his neck and i’ve been way overanalysing what it is and i thought - what if it used to be a cross necklace that his devout parents made him wear?? also i’m so desperate for alex to have more backstory that i’m pulling it out of every nook and cranny at this point

trigger warning: homophobia, bad parenting

ao3

It starts when he’s seven. He’d invited Bobby over to his house after school to play, not knowing that his dad had come home from work early. They’re sitting at the dining table, drawing with Alex’s new 36 pack of crayons when he hears it.

“I just think letting him do all that... art stuff is gonna make him...” he hears his dad say to his mom, “...soft. Girly. We already have one daughter, we don’t need another one.”

Alex doesn’t really understand what his Dad means, but he drops the crayon he’s holding and pokes Bobby on the wrist lightly. “I’m bored,” he says quietly, though his picture remains on the table unfinished. “Can we go do somethin’ else?”

Bobby furrows his eyebrows and looks down at his paper. “But... I didn’t finish colouring my dragon.”

Alex looks at his Dad in the kitchen. He’s still talking to his mom, both of their heads bowed. He has that look on his face that reminds Alex of the time his mom tried to convince them to go vegetarian for a week. “We can finish colouring later... maybe,” he says. “Let’s go play in my room.”

Bobby takes one last look at his drawing but nods, gently folding the piece of paper in half and tucking it into his backpack. “Okay.”

They walk up to Alex’s room together, hand-in-hand like always. They pass the kitchen on the way and Alex’s dad turns his head, scowling deeper when he looks at their hands. Suddenly Alex feels cold all over.

“Boys,” he says, deep voice booming. “You’re getting a little old to be holding hands, aren’t you?”

Alex lets go of Bobby’s hand immediately and tucks it into his trouser pocket instead, nodding. Bobby looks like he wants to protest but Alex just nudges him and nods towards his room.

They walk away and Alex tries to brush the experience off. He doesn’t eat much at dinner that night.

---

His dad makes him quit choir the next year. He’s up in his room practicing for the Christmas festival when he hears three quiet knocks.

“Come in,” he says, closing his music book. His dad walks in, still in his shirt and tie from work. “Oh. Hi, Dad.”

His dad smiles stiffly. “Alex, what are you doing?”

Alex looks between his dad and his choir book for a moment. “Practicing for the festival,” he says, a smile growing on his face. “Mrs. Carson gave me a solo for the first--”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” his dad says, pursing his lips. “Wouldn’t you be happier... playing a sport or something? What about baseball? You know when your old man was in school, I was a real killer on the pitch.”

Alex’s tongue feels dry in his mouth the longer his dad speaks. He hates baseball. “Um... I-I like choir, though.” His voice is quiet, barely above a breath. His dad sighs and shakes his head. Alex feels an overwhelming sense of anxiety rise inside his chest. He hates disappointing people.

“I’m just worried about you, son,” he says, sitting down on the edge of Alex’s bed. “Okay, maybe not baseball. How about... soccer?”

Alex shuffles around on his chair. He feels like his heart has stopped beating. “Drums,” he mumbles, looking down at his hands. His dad leans closer.

“Speak up, Alex.”

Alex looks up, clenching his jaw. “I-I wanna learn how to play the drums,” he says. “L-like that guy from The Rolling Stones.”

His dad goes quiet, scratching his chin like he’s thinking about it, before he smiles and nods. He claps Alex on the shoulder hard enough that it makes him wince. “Drums eh? Sure, we’ll get you a kit and you can set it up in the basement.” As he turns to walk out of Alex’s room, he turns and throws him a cheeky smile. “My boy, the drummer. You know they say girls love drummers.”

Alex isn’t sure why, but that comment makes him feel sick. He stares at his closed door for too long after his dad leaves, his thoughts twisting and turning in his mind.

---

When Alex receives his first cross, he’s 12-years-old. He immediately vows never to take it off. It’s a beautiful piece of jewellery; a small gold cross on a solid gold chain. When his mom slips it around his neck, he feels... protected, somehow. Safe.

His mom smiles at him tearily as she hooks the clasp around his neck, running her hand down the side of his face. “Congratulations, baby,” she says quietly. “You know, my mother gave me my first cross when I was exactly your age. ”

Alex just smiles and tugs on the chain lightly, feeling the cool metal against his thumb and forefinger. “Thanks, mom,” he says quietly, looking down at where it’s dangling against the soft blue of his button down.

His sister, Andrea, comes from behind him and knocks his shoulder lightly. Her own cross is silver and smaller than his, contrasting against her light skin perfectly. He doesn’t remember when she got hers. She was four years older than him and got hers when he was just a little kid. “Congrats, Lexi,” she says.

His dad comes out of the kitchen, a bottle of champagne in one hand and two flutes in the other. He’s beaming. “This calls for a celebration!”

His mother looks at his dad and tuts quietly, though she still looks pleased. “Michael, it’s barely 9. We have to leave for church soon.”

His dad simply brushes off her worry. “My son is being confirmed, Linda. We’re celebrating.” He kisses her on the cheek and hands her a champagne flute. “It won’t take long.”

He pours himself and Alex’s mother a small amount of champagne and Alex watches, entranced as they cheers and take a sip. His mother and his father lock eyes before handing their glasses to Alex and Andrea, smiling secret smiles.

“Just this once,” his dad says. “Just one sip.”

Andrea takes the flute immediately and takes a sip. Alex watches her for a moment before taking his dad’s flute and lifting it up to his mouth.

The bubbles fizz and pop in his mouth. The taste is unpleasant, but... the feeling of his dad’s eyes on him, proud and sparkling with happiness make the experience a million times better.

As they drive to church, Alex keeps his hand firmly clasped around his cross, smiling the entire time.

---

Alex receives his first kiss when he’s 14. It happens in his basement with Luke Patterson. He’d invited him over so they could work on a song together. Luke had discovered him playing drums in the music room one day and had instantly recruited him to join his band, alongside Bobby and Reggie Anderson.

They’d long since abandoned practicing any form of music and were lounging on the couch in Alex’s basement, playing video games on his Sega Genesis. He’s so close to beating Luke at Mortal Kombat. They’ve been playing for 45 minutes and Alex has managed to lose every round so far.

But, with a fatal blow, Alex watches his character drop to his knees as Luke’s character poses victoriously. He groans loudly and leans back against the couch, trying his best not to pout as he hears Luke’s laughter next to him. “No fair!” he exclaims, dropping his controller beside him on the couch.

Luke smirks, boxing Alex in the shoulder lightly. “Not my fault I’m better at this game than you are,” he says. He’s leaning towards Alex, his face mere inches away from his shoulder. “I’m just naturally skilled.”

Alex blushes and shuffles away from him, leaning into the arm rest and trying to ignore his heart as it pounds away in his chest. “Naturally ugly, more like,” he mumbles. It’s not the best comeback, but he can’t really focus right now.

Luke laughs anyway, punching Alex’s arm again and turning back to face the TV. Neither of them speak for a moment but Alex can feel the air thicken with a strange tension that he’s never felt before.

His hand automatically comes up to grip his cross, the edges of the metal digging into his palm. He takes a short breath in and out, feeling the cold metal warm up in his hand.

He feels Luke’s eyes on him and he turns. There’s a small smile on Luke’s face that Alex can’t help but return. “What?” he asks.

Luke shrugs. “Nothin’,” he says softly.

Then, he leans in closer. Alex does not pull away.

Before he even realises what’s happening, they’re kissing. It’s chaste and completely innocent; a light press of lips against lips. Alex can tell that Luke hasn’t bothered to put on chapstick in his entire 14 years of life, but he tastes vaguely of grape bubblegum and iced tea. It’s nice.

As they kiss, he feels his grip on his cross loosen until his hand falls completely slack, landing on top of Luke’s hand where it’s resting on a cushion.

They’re interrupted by the sound of footsteps against carpeted stairs. Alex jumps out of his seat and lands on the floor in front of the couch. Luke loses his balance and falls after him, landing face first in the couch cushion where Alex had just been sitting.

The basement door opens and Andrea pokes her head through, holding two capri suns and a bowl full of chips. She sees Alex on the floor and furrows her eyebrows. “Why are you on the ground?”

Alex clears his throat and blinks down at his knees, trying to hide his shaking hands. “Um... it-it’s more comfortable down here,” he mumbles.

Andrea shrugs and walks in, placing the bowl of chips and the drinks on the coffee table. “Mom told me to give these to you.” She looks between the TV and the two of them. “I thought you guys were practicing.”

“We were!” Luke says, standing up and walking over to where his guitar is resting on the other side of the room. “We took a quick video game break, but we’re ready to get back to work. Right, Alex?”

Alex nods, but he can’t stand back up. “Right,” he says breathlessly, giving Andrea a weak smile. “Thanks for the snacks.”

Andrea nods, but she looks suspicious. She walks out of the room and shuts the door behind her. Alex doesn’t exhale until her footsteps have retreated completely. He breathes out shakily and draws his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them.

“Hey,” Luke says, running to Alex’s side. His hand hovers above Alex’s back before resting just behind him on the couch. “You okay?”

It takes a minute, but eventually Alex nods and looks up at Luke. “Yeah,” he replies, though his hands are still balled into tight fists. “I’m good.”

Luke nods, his hand tightening and loosening its grip on the couch cushion a few times. “Was that... weird?” he asks quietly. Alex has never heard him sound this unsure before.

He shakes his head, a small smile growing on his face. “No,” he says quietly, and he means it too. “I don’t think so, anyway.”

Luke nods again, smiling brightly at Alex. “Okay. Cool.”

“Can we not... tell anyone? About that?” He asks quietly, looking up at Luke, eyes pleading. “I-I don’t know if I’m... if that...”

“Alex, of course,” Luke says earnestly, finally reaching over and resting his hand in Alex’s shoulder. “It’ll be just between us.”

Alex nods, smiling weakly. “Cool. Thanks.”

He feels mildly comforted by Luke’s words, but he can’t help the anxiety that grows in his stomach. He stands up and walks over to his kit, sitting down at his stool and twirling his drumstick in his hand.

When he closes his eyes that night, snuggled up in his bed, all he can think about are warm lips and iced tea.

---

He comes out at 16.

It doesn’t go well.

His mom cries like he’s just told her he died... but what makes him more anxious is his dad’s reaction.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just stares at Alex with that those hard, light eyes. He doesn’t even look angry, he just looks... disappointed.

“Dad?” he says quietly. The word gets caught in his throat.

His dad breathes in slowly and stands up. He walks out of the living room shaking his head. Alex watches him go until he’s completely out of sight. All he can hear are his mothers sobs. All he can feel is the weight of his guilt pressing down on him.

His cross feels like it’s burning his skin through the fabric of his t-shirt. Suddenly it feels like he’s wearing a ten pound weight around his neck. It’s hard to swallow.

He wants to comfort his mom, but he doesn’t even know what he would say. What could he say that wouldn’t make everything worse?

So, he stands up and takes one last look at his mom before walking down the hall. He passes Andrea on the way to the basement. She looks at him and then toward the living room where they can both hear their mother’s sobs.

“What’s wrong with mom?” she asks, placing a hand on his elbow. The touch burns.

Alex opens his mouth to speak but the words he wants to say get stuck in his throat. He brushes past her, ignoring her questions and running down the stairs to the basement and shutting the door behind him.

He sits down behind his drums and raises his hand to clasp his necklace, holding it so tightly his hand begins to hurt. He can’t cry. He thinks if he could, then maybe he’d feel better, but... the tears won’t come.

So, he lets go of his cross and picks up his sticks instead, twirling the left one in his hand a few times before hitting his high tom once, hard. It feels good, but the feeling doesn’t last long.

Eventually, he loses himself in the rhythm, hitting each drum harder than the last. He forgets for a moment; forgets about the disaster that had happened just minutes ago upstairs. He pauses for a minute to catch his breath but finds his mind wandering; is his mother still crying? Why hadn’t his dad said anything?

He shakes the thought free before pounding on his drums again. He’s not even beating out a rhythm now; he’s just trying to fill the space with noise to keep his thoughts out.

He’s interrupted when the door opens. It's his dad, holding an empty duffel bag, a somber expression on his face. Alex raises his eyebrows and takes his earplugs out of his ears. “Dad?”

His dad winces when Alex speaks, throwing the empty duffel bag onto the floor. “Pack your things.”

All the blood drains from Alex’s face and he stands up on shaky legs. He’s gripping his drumsticks so tightly, it’s a miracle that the wood doesn’t fuse with his skin. “Wh-where’re we goin’?” he asks, though he has a suspicion.

“We aren’t going anywhere, son,” his dad says. His eyes are on the carpet. He can’t even look at Alex. “Your mother and I... we can’t have you staying in this house.”

“What?!”

“If you’re going to choose to live with your... affliction,” he spits out the word like it’s poison; and in his dad’s mind, perhaps it is, “then it won’t do to have you living here, corrupting us with your ungodly temptations.”

“Dad--”

His father holds up a hand. “I’ll give you 15 minutes to get your things and leave.” He turns to leave the basement but Alex calls him back.

“Where am I supposed to go?” he asks, voice cracking as he tries to fight the tears that threaten to run down his cheeks. He knows crying will only make him more upset. His father doesn’t turn around.

“You can figure that out on your own.” Then, he walks out. Alex is alone. After a few moments, he walks out from behind his drums and picks up the. empty bag with weak hands and walks up to his room.

He’s working on autopilot as he shoves clothes and shoes and random items (when will he ever need his model robot?) into the bag until it’s almost full to bursting. He drops the bag on his bed and stares at it. He can’t hear anything; all the sounds around him are dull, muted almost.

He turns around and catches a glimpse of his reflection in his bedroom mirror. He still looks the same as he had that morning when he’d gotten dressed for school. There are still drawings on the back of his hand in blue and black ink from third period when Bobby and Luke decided to draw on him in lieu of paying attention to what Mr. Peters was saying.

Remarkably, he looks the same... but he couldn’t be more different.

Alex’s eyes drop to the necklace around his neck. It almost hurts to look at now. He’d done well by his vow; hadn’t ever taken it off, even when Jeremy Matthews teased him about it (and received a firm smack on the head from Reggie).

Shakily, he lifts his hands and unclasps the necklace, holding onto the chain so tight that the links begin to make grooves in his skin. He takes hold of the cross and swallows thickly, looking at his warped reflection in the surface of it.

He slowly slides the cross off of the chain and places it on his nightstand. The chain, though, he keeps though he doesn’t really know why. He puts the chain back around his neck. It feels bare without the cross on it weighing it down, but... Alex finds he kind of likes it.

With that, he picks up his duffel bag and walks out of his room. He can hear the quiet sound of scraping cutlery against ceramic and he winces. They’d started dinner without him.

As he walks towards the front door, he passes the dining table. When she hears his footsteps, Andrea looks up from her untouched plate of food and stands up. Alex shakes his head silently at her, gripping his bag strap tighter.

His parents don’t even look up. He gives Andrea a half-hearted smile and a wave before walking out the front door. He doesn’t bother taking his keys with him; he knows he won’t need to use them again.

The cold, night air smacks him right in the face as soon as he closes the door behind him. Then, without a second glance, he leaves and begins the short trek to Bobby’s house.

---

“So, I was wondering...”

Willie turns to Alex and smiles at him, squeezing his hand gently. “Yeah?”

They’ve been walking down the pier together in comfortable silence for almost 15 minutes, but the question bubbles up in Alex’s chest before he can control himself.

Alex looks down at their interlaced fingers before gesturing towards the necklace around Willie’s neck. “What’s that key around your neck for?”

At the mention of his necklace, Willie wraps his hand around the key and gives it a light tug with his free hand. If Alex notices how Willie’s slowed their walking pace slightly, he doesn’t say anything.

“It’s my house key,” he says softly. Alex parts his lips in surprise. “When I was a kid, I... I was pretty irresponsible. I was always losing things in random places. My mom used to tell me I’d lose my arms if they weren’t attached to my shoulders.” The smile on his face makes Alex want to cry. “When my folks gave me my first house key, it felt like I was finally growing up. I was so scared I would lose it, so I bought a chain. I’ve worn it around my neck ever since.”

“Even after...” Alex doesn’t continue his train of thought but Willie understands regardless. He nods.

“When I woke up after the accident, it was actually the first thing I reached for,” Willie says quietly, gripping Alex’s hand like a lifeline. “Force of habit, I guess.”

“Have you ever tried to visit your place?” Alex asks quietly, steering Willie towards the edge of the pier so they can sit by the water. Willie nods.

“A couple times. After I died, I didn’t visit for months. It hurt too much.” He pauses, looking out over the water as he scoots closer to Alex until their shoulders are pressed together. “I visited them for the first time a year after I’d died. I couldn’t go in. I was too scared, so I just watched from the windows like a total creeper.” There’s a chuckle in Willie’s voice that astounds Alex. He doesn’t know how he can be so cheerful even while talking about something so heartbreaking. “My family moved sometime around ‘89. I haven’t tried to find them since.”

Alex nods, listening to the sound of the crashing waves and seagulls as they fly overhead. He doesn’t feel pressured to comfort Willie at all. He thinks that telling him his story might’ve upset Alex more than it upset him. Instead, he rubs his knuckles with his thumb slowly, his finger savouring the feel of every dip and crevice.

“What about you?” Willie asks suddenly, turning to Alex. There’s a smile in his eye that Alex never wants to look away from. “Is that gold chain around your neck a remnant from your gangster rap phase, or...?”

Alex laughs brightly, throwing his head back. He can feel Willie laughing too, his shoulders bouncing up and down with every giggle. He stops and breathes out quietly, looking down at his chain and hooking his finger through it.

“Um... there used to be a cross hanging from it,” he says. “My parents got it for me for my confirmation when I was 12. I basically didn’t take it off for five years.”

Willie pauses, shuffles closer; almost as if he can tell what’s coming next. He doesn’t say anything, though, and somehow that makes it easier for Alex to keep going.

“When I came out, my parents um... they weren’t very cool about it,” he says, tugging a little harder on the chain. “My dad kicked me out.” Willie’s grip on his hand tightens and Alex lets out a breath. “When I was leaving, I took the cross off. It didn’t seem right to keep it after...” he clears his throat. “I kept the chain. I’m still not really sure why... I’ve been thinking about it ever since I left home. I think it’s just... a reminder of why I left and what I have now.”

Willie smiles, bumping their shoulders together. “What do you have now?”

He looks at Willie and find that he can’t control the smile that’s growing on his face either. Under the setting sun, Willie looks so beautiful; his tanned skin practically glowing and long dark hair moving with the breeze. He leans in and brushes a gentle kiss against the side of his lips. He feels Willie’s hand come up to cup his cheek and he leans into the touch.

They pull away from each other after a few seconds and Alex smiles again, resting their foreheads together.

“Freedom.”

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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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Omg, that Teacher Sanemi with his s/o warmed my heart 😭💖 Thank you so much for that! Burst of thought here, what if Sanemi and his s/o make lunch for each other? They always hand it to the other during lunch break and his s/o always leaves little heart shaped notes with something cheesy written on it to make him blush or chuckle 💕

I know it was just a quick thought but I liked it so much that I just had to make a scenario of it. Soft Nemi makes my heart hurt so good. 😌🍉

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Sanemi x F!S/O: Lunch Date (Kimetsu Gakuen AU, Modern AU, SFW Scenario)

The lunch room was already abuzz with activity, some students already lining up to get their lunch— while others lined the windows to get a glimpse of their daily tradition: watching two of their teachers act all cute and lovey-dovey in their usual spot in the schoolyard.

Normally, they would have steered clear from the silver-haired one out of the two, as he was abrasive and wasn’t hesitant at all about calling his students out for their misgivings; especially when those misgivings had to do with their Math homework.

Shinazugawa Sanemi was one of the strictest teachers at school, and one of the gruffest people to have ever existed, so to see him be together with such a ray of sunshine like (L/n) (Y/n) was truly a sight to behold.

Most people had already given up trying to decipher what it was about the English teacher that had her boyfriend acting so unlike his usual self, since no one could really put a finger on how they even came to be a couple in the first place.

Judging by the way that both of them walked closely together— with their just pinkies locked together, as they were still on school grounds— no one would have even been able to tell that Sanemi always had a perpetual scowl on his face; what with the way that he was smiling at his girlfriend.

Both of them had lunch bags in their hands— the one in (Y/n)’s left hand a minty green color, while the one in Sanemi’s right one was a bubblegum pink that looked so at odds with his scars. Still, neither of them seemed to mind— or even paid attention to anything outside of their little bubble— as they made their way over to their usual bench.

Sanemi dusted (Y/n)’s spot off first, with a piece of tissue that he always put into his back pocket every morning— like clockwork. Because he didn’t want her ruining any of her clothes, all because he loved eating outside with her.

Once both of them were settled on the bench, legs pressed together, and lunch bags already in their laps— both of them untied the cloth tying everything together, both of them stifling a giggle and a chuckle when they saw their customary notes for each other taped on the bento boxes.

Sanemi picked up his note, which was a light pink, and had been doodled on by the woman sitting next to him. Hearts lined the text on the note, which were already adorable— but what had him actually laughing softly was the message she had decided to with that day.

‘You may be salty and bitter to others, but you’re the sweetest thing in my life’

He folded the note in half, shaking his head as he put it into the chest pocket on his button-down shirt. He would have to drop it into the jar that he kept at home just for her notes; all of them being such cheesy puns that never failed to make his heart flutter.

Expectantly, he looked over to (Y/n), who was biting down on her bottom lip to stifle her flustered smile. Her eyes kept reading over the plain words he’d written down, taking them to heart as butterflies fluttered around in her stomach.

In his opinion, his words had been simple— the farthest thing from poetic— but she always claimed that his notes to her always made her want to kiss him after reading them. He wasn’t opposed to public displays of affection, just not at school where they could get in trouble for excessive amounts of it.

He caught a glimpse of the note he’d scribbled for her as he waited for the food in her bento to cool down that morning, and shook his head at the blatant honesty in it.

‘You’re the one I’ve been waiting for all this time.’

Had they been in a much more private setting, she would have already slapped his arm while giggling like a mad woman. But, as it was, she was doing a great job at not hitting him due to an excess amount of her own feelings.

He didn’t even want to imagine how she would react when he gave her his note for Friday. Because, as it was, he was planning to follow it up the next day with ‘I want to grow old with you’, before giving her a note that will say ‘Will you marry me’ on Friday.

Basically, his notes for her may have been simple at best, but they were an extremely lengthy love letter for her— one that ended in a proposal. So, if she were to put them together, she would find all of his thoughts about her laid bare; starting from the moment they began exchanging bento boxes a year ago.

It was a proposal that had been months in the making, but it was all worth the wait— as it also let him save up for a nice ring for her.

He hadn’t even noticed that he had zoned out for a moment, until (Y/n) nudged his leg with her own and held up a half-bitten slice of tamagoyaki up to his lips.

With a grin, and another slight shake of his head, he accepted the food she was offering him. He then took to the lunch she had made for him, and had to idly scratch at his cheek in an effort to hide the wide grin that had taken over his face when he saw the three, heart shaped ohagi pieces in the dessert compartment of his bento.

“(Y/n),” He called softly, waiting for her to turn towards him before he leaned forward and quickly pressed his lips to hers. It was nothing more than a peck, but it was so unexpected that it had her eyes widening in surprise— all while a chorus of shrieks echoed from their spectators up in the cafeteria. “I love you the most.”

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emotionalsupportbun-chan · 3 years

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yikes here it is ah

slightly nsfw i guess

part 2

part 1

It hit like a truck in the night. The walls of the concrete hall beyond the elevator were painted with an impressive number of Sapphic murals, each different in style, but touching on a theme that resonated something like homesickness within Zhao’s chest. Like being a tourist in your own home town. They studied the paintings, trailing behind this strange woman, left almost incognizant by their awe to the bone-deep bass of dance music straining past the steel doors at the end of the corridor.

A butch with their bubblegum princess and a parfait shared between them; satin-gowned hostesses with popped champagne bottles draped over a couch and one another; two women on a park bench snuggled in the snowfall.

Maybe it was the lingering effects of too much to drink and too much to fight, but an unexpected amount of emotion welled at the sight of the painted cinder block - a subterranean ocean set churning by a sudden tectonic shift.

It was so jarring that Zhao stopped dead, the woman’s hand slipping out of theirs with the abrupt lack of motion. “Uh, where are we going, exactly?” The undecided emotion made its choice and settled on anxiety.

“Huh?” She back-tracked, sliding an arm through the crook of their elbow. “It’s just some place my friend runs.” The woman swung them around to look them in the eye. Zhao glanced down. She was smiling and still drunk, but there was something else swimming behind her gaze. Concern? Uncertainty? A hand came up to rest on their cheek and she came up for the lightest peck. So quick you’d blink and miss it. They almost did.

Almost. Those near-quiet steel butterflies sprang back into action, competing with the weird anxiety and the quickly fading whiskey buzz. For a brief moment, they wondered if their soul might leave their body behind. Or if their very atoms would disseminate into the aether. When neither of those things happened, they let the woman lead them the rest of the way down the hall.

The key to the elevator that she had picked up behind the trash bags also fit neatly into the lock on the steel doors. Out of their reverie, Zhao finally felt the music. It came in pulsating waves, rattling the knob, the doors themselves, the screws in Zhao’s glasses out of the frames. It almost reignited the ache in their bruises. The anxiety settled a bit. There would be no talking here - no thinking, no questions, no trying to decode whatever that was - just booze, and bass, and maybe a handful of titty.

The doors pushed open heavy. You’d think they’d creak, if you could hear anything over the candy-coated, pixelated mess of EDM playing over a set of standing speakers hooked up to someone’s phone.

There were more people here than Zhao had expected. Dozens of bodies crushed into the room, barely enough space for a breeze to slip between them. The person tending bar raised a hand when they entered, waving frantically. They shouted a name only for it to be swallowed by sound. Zhao wasn’t great at reading lips, but “Hikari”, maybe?

Hand still in theirs, the woman waved back with a smile. It was immediately contagious. Any apprehension or weird too-complicated feelings Zhao’d had were chased to the corners of their mind. She turned back to them and leaned in, yelling over the music. “Go find a table; I’ll get drinks.”

They nodded and set off to wander the perimeter of the room, where short tables seating two or three were shoved up against the walls. Three rotations later and they managed to swoop down onto a two-seater after another couple - two people that wouldn’t look out of place auditioning for a sci-fi movie - left. The top of the table was sticky with spilled liquor and something too small to see in the dark crunched underfoot, but they imagined that the woman had little intention of staying seated for very long.

They scanned the crowd while they waited. For the first time in maybe their entire lives, they were in a space completely devoid of the traditional, hypermasculine energy they were used to. No shouted insults, no aggressive posturing. There was a lightness to the atmosphere that brought back that oddly homesick feeling. It reminded them of the one and only time they’d taken a family trip back to the mainland when they were a child. This place, unmistakably theirs and undeniably for them, a part of them, but still foreign. They were missing something they never knew they’d lost. Adrift once again in unwelcome introspection, Zhao was tempted to sink into a familiar melancholy, despite the synth drum beating against their body. But, like the sun breaking through the clouds, they were saved when a familiar face, still smiling, emerged from the crowd.

She approached with two small trays that looked like they’d once been intended to hold those little candles. Though instead of candles, each recess was filled with a shot of different colored liquor in a classic rainbow pattern. She deposited one in front of them and sat in the seat opposite. “House special,” she yelled, knocking back the red, orange, and yellow shot in succession. The third one seemed to hit a little harder. The yellow liquid left her shuddering and shaking her head. “They get stronger as you go.” She winked.

Zhao’d expected something along the lines of watered down vodka, with this many served at once, but was quickly proven wrong. Like her, the third shot sent a shiver down their spine and a line of fire into their gut. But it was sweet, lemon flavored and just slightly tangy. The previously waning intoxication came roaring back, painting their cheeks red and leaving them numb. They looked up after setting the shot glass back into its recess. The woman had already cleared her flight and sat staring at them with a heat in her eyes. They were thankful for the existing alcohol-induced blush. Once satisfied she had their attention, she reached across the table and grabbed a shot glass from their tray, skipping straight to the neon purple one at the end. The strongest one, pungently grape-scented. She raised it to their lips, eyes fixed on theirs, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Bottoms up, cutie.”

Three songs later and they were back at the table - sweaty, out of breath, aching once again but for a much better reason. The weight of the alcohol had come down in full force half way through the first song, so they’d spent the last few minutes with very little awareness of their surroundings. The world had narrowed to the small bubble of her in front of them - full body pressed against theirs, hips fit perfectly against theirs, cheek pressed against theirs and arms draped around their neck. She’d whispered to them the whole time. Little things about her day, at first, but as the effects of the liquor swelled, little things became heated things. The Sexy Soapland Girl voice made its return as she purred sweet nothings in their ear - how strong they were, how hot they were, how pretty their mouth was…

You’re so sexy, Zhao-chan

Touch me, Zhao-chan

I’m wet, baby

Hit it from the back

By the time they stumbled off the dance floor, still plastered to one another, Zhao was so wound up they couldn’t think straight. She was so close and the rest of the universe had dimmed and quieted to a background hum. Surely no one would notice if -

She pushed them down into their seat and followed, collapsing into their lap. Hands travelled up their arms to their neck, to their face, cupping their cheeks and wiping away stray particles of glitter. Eyes half-lidded, swaying slightly, she leaned in with little hesitation, capturing their mouth in a deeper kiss than had been expected. She was soft and warm and Zhao felt themselves melting under the pressure of her. They were momentarily content to let her control the situation, leaning back as she drove the kiss further, grazing teeth against mint-flavored lips. Until she shifted to swing her legs to either side of theirs, straddling them, skirt having slid almost too far up the thigh. A flush coursed from head to gut as she ground her hips against theirs with a quiet moan. If they didn’t stop now, Zhao wouldn’t be held responsible for their actions.

They pulled back. “Hikari -” The name, hoarsely spoken, was a gamble.

She moved farther down, trailing kisses down their neck with a layover to nibble along their jaw line.

“Please -”

She stopped at the crook to lap at the sensitive skin there.

“We can’t, not here,” they choked out - breathy, light-headed.

“Fine,” she said, face still pressed against their shoulder. A pause, then she peeled herself off of them. Her bright red lipstick was smeared half way down her chin. Her clothes had pulled in odd directions; her hair disheveled from Zhao’s wandering hands. She looked feral, with an intensity of desire in her expression that they’d never seen on a woman. Not one that was looking at them, at least.

They started to stand but she grabbed them by the collar and dragged them not just to their feet, but out the main doors and into the long hall beyond. Zhao wasn’t sure where they’d go - a hotel, her place?

Ultimately, it didn’t matter. They made it halfway down the hall before she lit upon them again, hands making quick work of shirt buttons and elastic bands as they braced their back against the wall.

From a different angle, it was the perfect shot. A woman knelt before her lover, mouth descending upon delicate folds. A variation on a theme. A continuation of a purpose. A reflection of the scattered scenes of love and lust decorating this hidden place.

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theshinobiway · 5 years

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The whole Lee being bald thing was just a mean hoax. It was never verified by any legit sources, just a bogus reddit post. There’s been plenty of those.

PSA: Rock Lee isn’t balding! I repeat, Rock Lee IS NOT BALDING! Here’s the Proof!

I knew that not watching Boruto would catch up with me eventually, so here’s me amending my previous statement: There’s no official confirmation that Rock Lee is actually balding in Boruto.

And BOY did I do a deep dive of the internet for this. Saddle up kids, I’m about to throw on my amateur detective hat and take you for a wild ride through the internet to end this rumor once and for all.

Warning: Long, picture-heavy post where I cross-examine multiple sources.

Part I: The situation!

Here’s a compilation of the screencaps from Boruto episode 58 that sparked a thousand rumors.

Looking at the top-left screencap, we can see a strange rendition of Lee’s hairline. Following this introduction, Boruto and Yurui begin their match. When Yurui unleashes his unnamed Bubblegum-Pop jutsu, Boruto is thrown back. Rock Lee then grabs his hair due to the heavy winds that emanate from the burst. Putting the two together, it looks vaguely like Rock Lee has a strange hairline that accompanies him frantically grabbing his own hair.

Part II: The “Sources”

Okay, I spent probably close to 4-5 hours scouring through different links and articles. Here’s a breakdown of the internet’s say on the matter:

The first major source is from a website called “Comicbook.com” It’s the website that was linked in multiple other copycat articles, blog posts, and forums, and was the first result for any Google search of “Rock Lee balding” (or variations thereof)

Okay, this isn’t so bad. I see that there are sources linked, so I should be able to logically follow the trail back to either an interview or the name of the “book” in question. First, let’s look at where these so-called linked ‘sources’ lead.

In any part of journalism, linking your sources is the most important step to ensure your audience that you cross-referenced with legitimate sourc-

aaaand YOU HAVE FAILED Journalism 101.

Hm. despite the fact that this is a Reddit post and not an actual link to ANY book whatsoever, the link’s dead. Deleted. Frankly, this whole search was an endless loop of dead ends, but I was deadset on getting to the bottom of this.

So thus far, I’ve got one lead that wasn’t solved: there’s a rumored “Book” out there somewhere, and it was referenced at “some point.” My first guess would have been a databook, but I’ve read those. Perhaps the one I read had a translation error?

Scrolling through the comments of this Reddit post, I came across this:

Important context clues here: It’s not stated in a Databook. That means Naruto’s Jin no Sho, the Fourth official databook, is NOT the source of the rumor. Also, I was able to find a scanlation of Rock Lee’s page for the very same book here:

Rock Lee’s balding also certainly wouldn’t mentioned in any of the previous databooks where Rock Lee was, y’know, a teenager. All four official databooks are off the table.

Secondly, the link posted by user “Hydrobolt” leads to a twitter post with the following:

No sources, no reference to a book, nothing. Except for a few screenshots of Boruto Episode 58. I’ll discuss these shots later, but this appeared to be yet ANOTHER dead end. (Also, this twitter thread has ZERO links or sources!)

I can see why the post was deleted by the mods, but this was troubling: Did this whole rumor start from ONE twitter post from a shipper (that had single-digit likes/reblogs?)

I didn’t think so. Even if this random tweet was picked up by a semi-popular media outlet, I still needed to answer the following questions:

What was the “book” that supposedly had Kishimoto’s confirmation? Did it exist, or was it a bluff?

Where could I find a scanlated (and hopefully English, though my husband speaks Japanese) version of the Rock Lee page?

Part III: The Search for the Non-Databook “Book”

Even if it wasn’t in a databook, there are multiple interviews and exo-textual sources that can be used to glean information about the characters. I knew I wasn’t looking for an interview–in part because the key was “book,” and also because Kishi has only given a set amount of serious interviews in the past, and most of those are available in translation. Thus, there might have been a storyboard, book, or some other source that was exclusively released that might hold this information.

The most promising lead was from a site called narutoforums.org

The original post:

Okay, first, there’s no actual link on “here”. That’s a major red flag, especially given that the post is currently only a year old (posted 7.27.18)

And it’s yet another dead end.

…Sigh.

But wait!

User “Platypus” mentions that the source was a ‘movie booklet that’s been out for three years.’ That’s a lead!

A movie booklet, huh? Here we go: Sometimes, highly-anticipated animated movies are released in Japan with exclusive manga chapters or other easter eggs, as well as other goodies.

So, let’s talk about this unnamed “Movie booklet” – Three years prior to 2018 would have marked the release of the Baruto movie in 2015. That means the booklet would have been this one: Zai no Sho

This was the most difficult piece to dig up information on. The booklet in question was only released in Japan and during the original premiere of the movie in 2015. I couldn’t initially find scalations, so I did the next best thing: Looking for a table of contents. Good ‘ol Naruto wiki was here to save the day.

Boom. It even has page numbers!

Now, I had a supposed book source and even the page numbers. All that was left to find a translation. After some deep digging, I found one—right here on Tumblr via user Emotionalrockfish.

This was the moment of truth! I opened the link for Rock Lee’s page and carefully read over the description…

Rock Lee

Tireless effort and ambition! With his hot-blooded passion, he guides a genin!!The leaf village’s pride, an expert of taijutsu. He possesses absolutely no skill for ninjutsu, but refines his taijutsu by exceeding the limits of effort with the gutsiness he inherited from his master, and does nothing but aim high. He and his son, Metal*, absolutely can’t miss their daily training!

*Metal Lee is shortened to just Metal here, so no, he’s not called Lee like his father.

(*Pterodactyl screeching*)

AND THERE IT IS: After a whole trail of vague suggestions and dead links, I‘d finally come to the final source material. And there’s nothing! Nothing there that even remotely mentions Lee’s baldness!

N-O-T-H-I-N-G.

Conclusion: RUMOR UNSUBSTANTIATED

Part IV: So where did this rumor all start? And what’s with “that” scene?

The Situation Unfolds: The whole situation is from Boruto, Episode 58: The Tournament Begins! The wind in this scene is shown to originate from Yurui’s jutsu.

The bubblegum pop emits a wind blast, throwing Boruto back. The very same blast tussles Lee’s hair.

It’s an obvious gag, but not about Lee: it’s meant to convey the sheer strength that emits from Yurui’s bubbles popping. This is a common trope in anime: Character emits a powerful attack, the audience sees/feels the “force” from the fallout wind.

The audience now knows that there are some stakes to Yurui unleashing his gum-based jutsu, because the force of the blast not only throws Boruto back, but can also reach a good distance away to where the proctor, Rock Lee, was standing.

Further Explanation: It’s also fairly obvious that Boruto (and Ikemoto’s style) deviate from Kishimoto’s, so we should expect some variation in character appearances outside of the expected “age-up” factor.

Here are some original renditions of Lee with his hair (flying) up and his younger self’s hairline:

In Part I, we see that Lee’s hair falls into a widow’s peak. Then, in concept art for the Naruto: The Last, we see a far less defined peak—in fact, the hairline is decidedly square-shaped.

Then, finally, in the Boruto animation, Lee’s hair is almost circular (but also shown from an extremely tilted perspective.)

So we see a distinct transition in the actual SHAPE of Lee’s hairline in conjunction with the evolution of SP/Kishi/Ikemoto’s style. A story written over at least 17 years and spanning over three different series has a change in style? More likely than you think.

Conclusion: It’s a change in the animation style and a throwaway gag aimed at emphasizing the fallout wind from Yurui’s jutsu. Nothing more.

I rest my case, Pumpkin OUT!

#Rock lee #rocklee #naruto #Boruto #boruto next generation #balding #bald #naruto shippuden #yurui #team gai #team guy #pumpkintalks #pumpkin talks #I SOLVED THE CASE

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Quarantine, Day 75

This past week has been kind of stressful, but today turned out to be a pretty good day. I got up early so I could hit Walmart as soon as it opened, figuring that the best time to hit up a superstore would be as early as possible on a holiday where people might like to be sleeping in. I also made an extremely detailed plan beforehand, using Walmart's app tools to locate every item on my shopping list and rewrite the list in order of where I could find the items, working my way from the back of the store to the front. In an unfamiliar Walmart, especially one with one-way aisles currently, this somewhat tedious task saved a _lot_ of time. As it turned out, Walmart is about a hundred times better than Food Lion at safety practices, and with the place nearly empty anyway, I felt at least as safe as at Publix, and a lot more at home. No cart wipers, but a lot of social distancing and masks on just about everyone.

Why start at the back of the store? Because that is where the toilet paper is, of course. I did well, too, picked up twelve jumbo rolls of Ultra Soft and Strong, far better than the Toilet Paper brand toilet paper that was all I could get delivered. There wasn't a huge amount available, but there were several different brands. I was able to get everything on my list except yeast, which remains stubbornly unavailable, but luckily there is always beer bread. The good thing about shopping at Walmart is that when you spent two hundred dollars stocking up at Walmart, you feel like you're actually stocked up. My cart was _full._ We should not need more groceries for at least another week, and then maybe just a top up.

The thing that actually took the longest was my detour all the way across the store into the toy department. I spent a long time (less than five minutes, but subjectively very long when you're speed-shopping) looking at the Razor scooters, wondering if that would let the kid burn off energy and have some fun. The cheapest one that would really fit him was fifty dollars, which is not beyond our reach, but I realized I could only see him enjoying it with other kids around. Riding around in the driveway and the cul de sac alone seemed depressing even in my head. So instead I picked him up some other things. I got a pack of two generic super-soakers and two little squirt guns, a bouncy ball sized for throwing or kicking, a nerf football, and a four-pack of bubble wands. Stuff that also wouldn't be fun to use alone, but that his dad or I could use with him. Something to play with, but also the implicit promise that we would play with him. (I also got him some bubble gum because he likes bubblegum and hardly ever gets it.)

Anyway, I got the groceries home and unpacked, then I showed the kiddo his new things. He was _very_ excited. I promised him that when the temperature got warmer in the afternoon, we would put on old clothes and run around with squirt guns, and he immediately filled them up and went on the deck to start practicing. There was a lot of yelling and posturing in front of the window for the benefit of us inside. The bouncy ball was another hit, and we're going to save the bubble wands to take on a visit to Papa so he can see them too.

I decided on salsa chicken for supper because it is easy and takes five minutes in the morning to put together. Basically you cover the bottom of your crockpot with chicken breasts (a big one takes four or five), dump a packet of taco seasoning on them, and cover the whole thing with an entire jar of salsa. (I like the Walmart brand black bean and corn because it is good and extremely cheap for a big jar.) Turn on your crockpot to low and let it cook all day. Sometime at least an hour before you serve it, shred the meat with two forks and then wait until it has soaked up most of the liquid to serve it. Put it on tortillas with your preferred taco stuff. It's delicious! MIL ate two of them, another sign she's feeling much better after being sickly yesterday.

While the chicken was cooking all day, we did baked potatoes and salad for lunch, and then it was time for The Soakening. At first it was just the kiddo and me because my husband is deep into writing a book and is trying to make up for lost time in the past few weeks. We went out to the driveway and ran around squirting each other and shrieking, then went to the hose to refill our guns. We did that twice more before the kiddo realized that just using the hose would be a more efficient vector for getting really, really wet. I agreed on the condition that he got to be the one getting wet and I would hold the hose. He agreed, so we began a hilariously one-sided water battle of Kiddo vs The Hose. He got very, very wet. I got pretty wet too, but not as much. My husband came out and we were going to give him one of the big squirt guns, but he pulled out the two little guns and started squirting in a very treacherous fashion, so of course it was the hose for him! After that it was mostly anarchy, with a lot of me getting Supersoakered in the back while trying to drench my husband with the hose. And yelling, lots of yelling.

It took about an hour until we were all exhausted and soaked through and decided to call it a day. We had to use towels on the porch so we didn't soak Nana's hardwood floors as we sloshed off to our rooms to change clothes. There was resting time after that, then the kiddo and my husband baked a chocolate cake from scratch that turned out pretty good, then supper, a documentary about baseball, two episodes of Avatar, and bedtime. The kiddo didn't come out of his room after bedtime because he was stressed or sad even once. He just went right to sleep. It was a pretty good day.

#quarantine #playing outside #salsa chicken

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spencer-is-amazing · 5 years

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Salvation (Michael Langdon x OC)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Original Female Character

Word Length: 2k

Warnings: Very slight violent imagery

Chapter 1: The End

Chapter 2: The Beginning (x)

Summary: On one hand, she knew him as Michael- the kid with eyes that rivaled the sea and a heart that yearned to be loved.

On the other hand, he was Langdon- the man who would take all or none to the Sanctuary, and looked at her as if she was a fly on his wall that needed to be crushed.

And yet, she couldn't deny the feelings that bubbled in her soul when he looked at her with those deep sea eyes, and how she had become the one who craved his love. She only hoped it wasn't too late to save them both.

“-And remember students, your papers on the human effect in marine life is due this Sunday at 11:59 sharp. No, I will not accept papers at midnight or anytime you deem fit; I’ve given you all an ample amount of time to complete this paper, so I’m expecting all A’s! Have a good weekend students and email me with any questions or concerns!”

The class of 39 environmental biology students all praised every deity for allowing Mr. Abernathy to shut his mouth and let them leave early, though he usually let them off with ten minutes to spare every Friday, so there was no true harm done.

“You got anything planned? Dylan’s parents are out of town and I’m gonna hit that up.” Julie March smiled at her friend Chloe’s lustrous look at Dylan Parker’s back; it was no shock that Chloe wanted to climb that boy like a tree and probably would this weekend.

“I mean, just look at him, you know I’m a sucker for a good back.” Julie chuckled as her friends eyes followed Dylan out of sight, sighing when he turned out of the class. “But yeah, free house, me and him, bone town.”

“Really, bone town? What’re you, Jack Skellington?” Chloe fake laughed at Julie’s stupid joke and both girls left the room, walking through the mostly empty hall.

“I don’t really think you have the authority to make any joke whatsoever at me, seeing as you’ve probably never seen a cock in the first place and I’ve seen like four.”

Of the two girls, Chloe was the one who had spent high school with skirts shorter than her buttcheeks and bubblegum popping between her teeth, while Julie had spent it in baggy hand me downs with her nose in a book. It was strange that they were even friends to begin with.

“How come every conversation with you ends with you calling me a dickless virgin? I have seen one before.”

Chloe simultaneously scoffed and rolled her big brown eyes caked in eyeliner, “I hope you don’t mean the mystery guy from high school that no one ever actually met and also disappeared after like a year because I’d hate to call you a liar this late in the day.”

Julie shot daggers as Chloe smirked, “He was real. And maybe Dylan would go down on you if you weren’t such a dick.”

“Oh, he’ll go down on me alright. I’ll make sure of it.” They were nearing the exit of the large community campus building. “But really, any plans this weekend? And no, going to that creepy Hotel does not count.”

Julie adjusted her backpack strap and bit her lip, “My mom already asked me and I mean, It’s not that creepy.”

Chloe’s arm shot out and stopped Julie in her tracks, “I’m sorry, are we talking about the same Hotel? The one where bunches of people always die and the last time I went with you I almost did? That one right?”

Julie pushed open the front door, ready to not exactly deny her friend that that was in fact true but merely defend her pride, but the chaos that both girls were met with put an end to that.

“What the fuck-?” Chloe was thrown to the ground with a grunt, Mr. Abernathy having thrown open the doors and running for his life. Julie helped her up and both girls flinched when a loud horn blared throughout the campus.

Was there a shooter? Had someone brought a bomb on campus? What the hell had happened?

A group of students came into view and were running past them when Chloe yelled at them, asking what was happening.

One of the guys in a Mario beanie turned to them with scared eyes and pointed his finger to the sky, “They’re coming! It’s the end of the fucking world man- there’s no where to go!”

He fled off after his group, leaving them there with confusion on their faces. The end of the world?

They had so many questions; How? Why? Now?

It took a second for the absolute horrifying dread to set in, for the fear of death to fill her veins and leave her frozen. She didn’t even know what was coming and if she’d make it home in time to kiss her mom goodbye and say all the things she’d never said.

“Julie, Julie- look at me please. We need to go. Now.” She’d barely realized that tears had started streaming down her face, her friend digging those pretty pink manicured nails in the flesh of her arm and dragging her across the campus to the pretty purple convertible that picked up Julie for school every morning, but there would be no tomorrow morning would there.

Julie’s trembling hand was reaching for the glossy silver handle of the pretty purple convertible when the door opened, slamming into her gut with a strength that shocked her.

Chloe was already inside and giving her a look that could kill a man twice, “Get in the car. Now.”

The streets were like if Crazy Taxi had jumped out of her Dreamcast and had plagued the streets; it was utter chaos.

Abandoned cars littered the road and Chloe maneuvered them with excellent skill, and managed to not hit a single person, though there had been many running through the streets screaming for help from god, but no god was coming.

Julie’s shaky hand reached for her phone and read the alert;

Urgent Alert

Ballistic Missile Threat Inbound To Los Angeles

Seek Immediate Shelter. This Is Not A Drill.

A hand ripped the phone from hers and threw it in the backseat, “Don’t look at your phone. No doubt its people you fucking hate saying sorry for being douche filled assholes to you now that they’re gonna fucking be blown to pieces.”

Chloe spoke with such rage spittle flew from her teeth. “We’re gonna get you home and…. and…”

Sobs wracked the pretty 20’s year olds chest and tears streamed down her make up caked face, teeth biting the red matte lipstick and tears smearing the pitch black mascara. Julie had never seen her cry, not even when James from 10th grade broke up with her and said her nose was too big.

“Chloe.” Her hand found the shaking shoulder and squeezed lightly, “It’s okay. Even if we don’t make it, I’m glad I was with you.”

“No, No, No.” Chloe took her hands off the wheel and turned to her best friend Julie. “We’re going to get you home, and you’re gonna say bye to your mom.”

“Chloe- the car!” But she didn’t listen and instead hugged her friend close and the car seemed to steer itself closer and closer to her home.

“Chloe what’s happening? Please Chloe, tell what you’re doing?!” The hysterics were starting to set in as they skidded across her front lawn, car seemingly shutting down on its own.

Both girls had tears streaming down their faces and both of their chests felt like their hearts were going to implode. Chloe turned and held her friends chubby cheeks in her shaking hands, leaning forward and pressing a solemn kiss to each blob.

“Never forget me Julie.” Chloe released the chubby cheeks and watched as shadows circled the car.

“And never forget him.”

And questions Julie had were ripped to shreds as black covered hands ripped open the car doors and dragged both girls out of their cars, Chloe seemingly giving in to the inevitable and Julie refusing to give up. She wasn’t going to die without a fight.

She was placed in front of two people, both something out of a distant future sci-fi movie.

“Are you Julie March?” Her attention wasn’t on the man who asked the question but instead on Chloe, who had been placed on her knees, a large gun pointed at her temple.

The pale man spoke up once more, “You, Julie March, have been selected by the Cooperative as one of the lucky few who will be taken to a safe location away from the blast.”

That caught her attention enough to stop her struggles, “Not without my mom and Chloe.”

He gave her a hard look. “Your genetic makeup makes you a prime candidate, and theirs do not.”

“I don’t understand, candidate for what? What the hell do you people think I’m gonna do?”

“Survive.”

This was all some hellish nightmare; she must have fallen asleep in class and no one had woken her up yet. This couldn’t be real, it just couldn’t.

Julie sobbed out the same response, “Not without them. Please.” But they didn’t listen, dragging her away to a grey heavy-duty van and locking her inside, away from the rest of the world, away from her mother, away from Chloe.

She screamed with every chord in her throat as a gunshot rang through the air and the van started moving. There was no doubt that they were leaving behind her friend’s corpse on her mother’s lawn, a mother she would never see again and a friend who died too soon.

This still felt like a horrible nightmare that she couldn’t escape from, a demonic presence that had latched onto her soul and brought death and destruction in its wake, dragging her through pain and agony that seemed to have no end.

She wanted to die in that moment, wanted the blast to consume her whole and leave her with the people she loved. What was the point of survival if you had to do it alone?

2 Weeks Later

And as it turned out, this Survival wasn’t something she’d be doing alone. She’d met Emily and Timothy at the initial bomb shelter, the three of them crying as the tremors had ran through the concrete slabs they’d laid upon.

They’d mourned for their families and loved ones, and even the ones they hated. It was a dark time for them, and there was no light at the end of the tunnel for 13 days.

But on the 14th day, they were thrown clothes and masks, told that anything out of place would lead to their death. Any resistance would lead to death, and that it was in their best interest to cooperate.

And so they did, piling on the large suits and making sure every tube for the gas mask was in place and stepped outside of the bomb shelter, following the men in black.

The world had turned grey and cold, had become a wasteland of death and grim tidings for the ones lucky to survive. All of the green had turned to black, and the sun had turned grey and dim. This was not a world that Julie wanted to be apart of, but she had no choice.

A carriage was waiting for them- horse drawn to be exact- and Julie, Emily, Timothy and a masked stranger sat in the carriage, rocking back and forth for hours on end, their destination unknown.

It was a miracle that the carriage came to a stop after so long, that the doors opened up to reveal more grey fog as a hand helped them out, and lead them forward.

It was a building like no other, if you could even call it a building. A spiraling black beacon of death was a better way to describe it. The four of them walked forward, past two people dressed in grey on their knees- no masks on either of them- with guns pointed to their heads.

The ring of the gunshot made her trip and fall to her knees- Chloe’s tear stained face ran through her head like a hurricane- “C’mon, get up.”

Timothy held out a hand to her and she shakily took it, balancing on two legs and moving forward, not looking back at the bodies, even though she wanted to, to make sure they weren’t Chloe.

The decontamination process was threatening to say the least; the short stout woman who commanded their attention was someone who she would make sure to avoid. A few people dressed in outfits like the ones outside entered and were helping them get their suits off when a sound as steady as dropping water but heavy as iron entered the air.

The metal door opened to reveal a tall woman holding a candle.

“My name is Wilhemina Venable, and I’d like to welcome you to Outpost 3.”

Next Chapter Up Soon! Leave a Comment and Visit my Ao3 Account SpenceBox!

#michael langdon #american horror story fanfiction #michael langdon fanfiction #michael langdon fanfic #michael langdon smut #michael langdon fluff #cody fern fanfic #ahs fanfiction #ahs apocalypse #ahs season 8 #ahs multi chapter #michael langdon imagines #ahs #fanfiction

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bitofthisandthat · 5 years

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🍰- What does your muses kisses taste like — For Darlene, Abigail, Pickles and Negaduck (why? I don’t KNOW)

🍰- What does your muses kisses taste like

First off, she probably tastes like bubblegum or bubble-mint, plus probably whoever she last consumed. Literally her last…er…meal. Not gore, just their essence, which is hard to explain since according to Dar-Dar: “Everyone has a specific smell, right? Well they all taste different too.” If they ate a lot of spicy food and drank a lot of coffee when alive, that’s what you’re going to taste like. Same for Fairy Tale creatures and other Cryptids; but I digress that’s a meta spill for another time. ANYWAY! All that plus probably a kick back of nicotine too, because methinks she’s a chainsmoker when not “hosting.” And you’re going to get all that muddled explosion of taste at once, because she does not kiss gently…ever. So you better not mind the weirdness. Oh, and if it’s spidermode, it’s a whole different kind of taste. Unless you’re another cryptid, pray you don’t get her in THAT form.

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Abigail’s probably the cleanest kiss you’d have on this blog ( Followed by Proteus lbr ). She is one of those people that either brushes after all her meals, or at least pops in a couple altoids if she’s trapped at a meeting and can’t do so. Or, if she has had one too many espressos. ( And she IS a coffee freak, too ) She always has some kind breath “cooler” going on. She also sucks/eats ice a lot, has nearly frozen water to drink at her side at all times, and a ton of mint and spearmint tea. Not because she’s OCD about her breath so much, but she is rather addicted to the feel/taste of mints and extreme hot-to-cold temperatures. So her kiss would be cold and soothing at first, but gradually become warmer; there wouldn’t be any other interfering taste either, unless you got her before she popped a mint or stick of gum. If you get her after a swig of coffee or tea, it’s going to be unapologetically strong tasting, and she will savor back if she’s kissed by someone with equal caffeine breath. But more often it’s going to be like being smacked in the face with a wall of ice and mint, lulling you into the kiss.

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Depends!! It’s never the same. BUT he’s pretty earthy so it’s going to be a wild ride.

If it’s “normal time” his kiss is going to be hot breathed with a very clean taste somewhere between mint or spearmint, mixed with a back taste of whatever he just consumed, so probably a slight rich ale taste or cinnamon dessert. He’s pretty self conscious about his breath while sober and aware, so he’s always carrying altoids in his pocket, or kicking back strong mouthwashes after his “episodes.” You won’t get unpleasant stuff like onions/garlic if he’s on a date…But if he’s in spontaneous mode–which is A LOT of the time–he’s not going to care AT ALL what he or she tastes like, and be in the moment 100%. But there’s always going to be strong mouthwash mixed up in there. (Or that cinnamon cream/cakey taste, lbr) Sometimes it’s going to be a d i s g u s t i n g taste, let’s be real. Cigarettes, dark booze, and probably other gross things (vomit lbr) after a huge bender/party. But usually the chick is equally wrecked and her kisses probably taste equally gross. So it’s all good~

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GUNPOWDER, LEAD AND LOATHING—-

Seriously, pretty certain he doesn’t care if you’re offended by his last meal on his breath or even if there really is gunpowder up in there. Because I’m sure he’s inhaled ( and choked on ) a fair amount of kickback, smoke, and fuel exhaust beforehand, given how furiously obsessed he is with weapons, speed, and destruction. Truly, he’s going to be aux natch when it comes to an encounter, and no amount of cleaning himself up for you is going to get in the way of his desires. So whatever’s on his breath, you’re getting a mouthful of terrible or ok. If he’s truly TRYING to seduce, yeah, he’s got breath spray & wash on hand, but this also depends where he’s at and who’s he’s after. If he’s at a club, you’re going to taste hard liquor, cigars ( probably ) and no apologies. There’s always something unnatural and toxic about his taste no matter the situation, but it never seems to put off the recipent, only draws them in? It’s so bad it’s almost exotic. How’s that? Buuuut if you’re not into him or what he does, you’ll definitely be repelled. XD

@priimalurges

#priimalurges #asks #Ships Ahoy meme!!#🕷DARLENE THE SPIDER QUEEN 🕷#💿ABIGAIL REMELTINDTDRINC 💿#🥃PICKLES THE DRUMMER 🥃#💣NEGADUCK 💣#HEADCANON || DARLENE #HEADCANON || ABIGAIL #HEADCANON || PICKLES #HEADCANON || NEGADUCK #{ I should have used Darlene's spider face for this to be an asshole & it is her fave face to have lbr XD }#{ Confession time: I had deja vu about this meme & Pickles & yes. I did this months ago. SO I copy/pasted SOME of it here }#{ This is what I was working on when my laptop powered down and I was SO MAD I had to step away from it >:| }

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glacizata · 5 years

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Rosalie’s Bubble Fight Tounament: Intro

This piece is a for fun writing project. I haven’t been writing much but I decided that I might as well share this. It involves characters from a bunch of different projects and since it’s more a piece for myself it might not make much sense to those who read it...

“Viola went a bit all out for this, huh.” Today, something special was happening in everyone’s favorite mystic’s sanctuary. Rosalie and Viola were hosting a special tournament for a sport Rosalie thought up called bubble fighting and a whole bunch of us were invited. She never told us what bubble fighting is, but knowing that this is coming from the mind of a bubblegum witch, I can easily imagine.

With my best friend Ce behind me, I opened the door into Viola’s paradise, a colourful field full of pastel trees that grew candy on its branches and pure turquoise lakes that hold the beauty that you would usually only see in a postcard. Today though, the whole place was decorated for Rosalie’s tourney, with party banners going from tree to tree, balloons with strings reaching into the high skies, and 16 flags lined up on the field where Rosalie was set up. My flag was lilac with a black and white maid headband in the center, a bit too on the nose for the Dreamscape’s top maid, but I’m not going to complain.

“Viola’s a bit eccentric, but it does help bring up the spirit.” Ce peeked from the door that went from Viola’s candy store to the field of this paradise… Ah, mystic magic, it makes my head hurt sometimes. “You think they’ll bring your flag down if you lose?”

“Maybe, can’t wait to see just our two flags flying in the wind, huh Ce?” I slid downhill, hoping to get to Rosalie’s little stand with some style, although I started to flail about trying not to eat dirt in front of everyone.

“My, you’re confident today Violet.” Ce’s voice trailed off as I reached the bottom of the hill. She took her time getting to the bottom before joining me in front of Rosalie and her stand, which was painted with pictures of a rainbow of bubblegum bubbles, which was probably Viola’s idea.

Rosalie tapped the table of her little stand with her fingertips, looking into the distance. Next to her was Viola, who was spending her time blowing an overwhelming blue bubble.

“We’re here!” I called out to the magical duo fighting their boredom. Rosalie glanced toward us and perked up at the sight of Ce’s presence.

“Hey Violet. Hello Ce.” She gave Ce a wave and a smile; the blush on her face holding the highest amount of subtlety. “It’s good to see you two here. You two ready for the tournament?”

“As much as we can be…” Ce scratched the back of her head. “You didn’t really give us much to figure out what bubble fighting even is?”

“Mmph!” Viola’s bubble popped, covering both herself and the corner of the stand in a blue mess. “It’s an idea the two of us came up with!”

“Please try not to cover the sign up table in gum Viola.” Rosalie let out a sigh.

“Sorry… Anyways, after watching Rosalie fly about with her bubbles for long enough, I thought we could make up a game where two people fly around and try to pop each other’s bubble’s til there’s only one left flying!” She scraped the gum off her face and went back to chewing.

“That’s a simple version. Each person gets 3 bubbleloons, a pair of heeled boots and a pair of special gloves.” Rosalie turned around, and headed over to a large purple chest in the back of the stand. After a few seconds of rifling around in it, she pulled out two pairs of boots and gloves, one a black set and the other a white set. “Here you two go, I made sure they’re your style. The white gloves and boots are for our favorite maid and the silky black gloves go to the graceful Catherine.” She handed us the boots and gloves, leaving mine on the counter as she tried to place Ce’s gloves in her hands.

“I already have gloves through?” I flashed Rosalie my gloved hand.

“Yeah, but these ones have magical affinities encoded in them. Viola, blow another bubble.” Rosalie put on her own pair of black gloves while Viola went to work on another blue bubble. “The left hand is encoded with the gust affinity and the right hand has the taste affinity encoded in.”

“Are we supposed to eat the gloves?” I asked, taking a sniff of the right handed glove, which ended up smelling like silk and nothing special.

“No, the gloves aren’t for eating.” Rosalie started to laugh but stopped herself to continue the tutorial. “The left glove is used to move around. Just flick your wrist in the direction you want and…” She moved her wrist upwards, making a puff of wind under Viola’s bubble that made it bob up and down. Viola’s eyes widened until it stopped moving, where she blew a breath of relief. “You’ll give yourself and your bubbleloons a windy boost.” Rosalie glanced at Viola’s bubble, which was growing quite big. “The right glove has the taste affinity in it reacts with the magic in the bubbleloons, like so…” Rosalie winded her right hand back and slashed at Viola’s bubble with her finger tips, causing it to pop all over her again.

“Hey!” Viola stared down Rosalie, although all she got out of it was ignored.

“Your right glove is going to be your main way of popping your opponent’s bubbleloons aside from the heel of your boots. They only burst the bubbles, so don’t worry about it hurting your opponent more than a slap normally would.”

“Try not to slap your opponent though…”

“Yeah, Naoki will have to give you a yellow card for that.” Rosalie pointed to Naoki, who was flying over the arena with the help of her hot air balloon dress.

“Oh, so there are more rules.” Ce said while putting on her own gloves.

“Yeah but it’s simple stuff. Viola wrote them down on the sign that she hung on the side. Have a look.” Ce and I walked to the side of the stand, which had a large chalkboard hung on it. The rules were written in a rainbow of colours, surrounded by doodles that Viola had too much fun with.

Aim for the bubbleloons and not the person. Don’t attack your opponent directly! -Yellow

Don’t attack the ref (lovely Miss Naoki)! -Red

Don’t pop my (it’s me, Viola) bubbleloons! I’m the announcer! -Red

Don’t fly outside the arena lake and cushion, we don’t want you to be hurt. -Yellow

No using magic, or any other kinds of abilities unless you both agreed to! -Red

No special equipment besides the gloves and boots unless it was also agreed to! -Red

Play nice, don’t be a brat! -Yellow and I’ll be disappointed in you...

Have fun!

Yellow card- Warning, three yellows become a red.

Red card - Naoki will pop your bubbleloons and disqualify you. She may be nice, but she’s the ref!

We headed back to the front, armed with the knowledge of what not to do. Viola was busy getting gum off the stand and her hair, while Rosalie waved us over.

“All read up?”

“Yeah, I think the rules are pretty easy to understand. How about you Violet?” Ce glanced at me.

“It’s basically don’t beat people up and don’t cheat, I feel like I can follow that.”

“That’s good.” Rosalie held her hand out to Viola, who gave her two pouches. She handed me a lilac pouch, and Ce a black and red pouch. “These have your bubbleloons, they’re in the shape of little tablets.” She pulled a pink, squishy tablet from her own pouch.

“Don’t chew them though” Viola leaned over the table and pointed at a weird machine of swirling pipes and tubes in the distance. “We have a machine that will blow them up for you with the right amount of air and no spit.” Not being covered in your own slobber sounds like a plus to me.

“This sounds like it’s going to be fun. Did you two figure out the brackets yet?” I was feeling curious about my first opponent, for all I know, I might have to knock my best friend out of the sky.

“Not everyone came here yet, so we’re waiting. It’ll be ready in about half an hour though.” Rosalie pointed outward, to what looked like the arena. “If you guys want to practice, then go for it. Just don’t pop all your bubbleloons, we only have so many extras.”

“Besides that, have fun!”

“We will!” Ce didn’t seem to have the enthusiasm that I did, but that smile on her face made her seem happy enough.

The two of us made our way to the arena, which was a round lake with a giant, blue inflatable cushion in the middle which covered most of the lake. Two pillars, one a pastel orange and one a powder blue, were on either side of the arena with a large platform on top of each pillar.

Our first stop was the bubbleloon inflator. The machine looked like someone smashed three french horns, a bike pump and tuba together before giving it to Viola so she can add her own little charm. It was a mess of colourful tubes that ended in three different slots to place the bubbleloon tablets, each slot kind of far from each other, with a big pump in the middle. In front of us, Crimi was using the machine, placing blood red tablets in the slots. She pulled up the pump’s plunger before pushing it down with force and backing up, right into Ce.

“Oh, sorry!” Crimi stepped to the side. “Are you two going to participating?”

“Of course, this is gonna fun and kinda interesting. Never thought I would be flying around with balloons for sport, but I guess this is what having magical friends get you.” Ce said.

Crimi’s bubbleloons grew as the tube monstrocity blew more air into them. They had a barely translucent crimson look to them, that worked with Crimi style of cute, frilly gothic dress and blood red hair. The pipe coming from the top of the machine let out the noise of sad tuba, which I guess means it’s done. Crimi pulled her bubbleloons from the machine, each with their own little black string that tied up their end that made me really question how this machine works… I should just leave it at Viola sanctuary magic though. She tied them around her waist, smiling at the bubble trio bobbing above her head that started to tug her upwards.

“I’m going to practice now, I don’t want to be flying around blind. See you two on the battlefi...bubblefield.” With a laugh and a swoosh of her left hand, Crimi was blown into the air.

“We should probably do the same.” Ce said looking at everyone flying about over the arena. “Makes me kind of regret not going with Rosalie all those times she asked to fly with her.” She toyed with her ponytail a bit before taking out three of her own bubbleloons that she put into the machine. With a push of the pump, they started to inflate. Ce’s bubbleloons looked different from everyone elses. While everyone else had a single colour for theirs, Ce’s had a near crimson colour with a black pattern that pretended to be lace over the top, fit with little hearts in the lacy pattern.

“Rosalie isn’t even being close to subtle huh.” I tried to stifle my laughs, but with all that blush on her face, I could tell Ce could notice.

“She just knows my style well, alright… Just blow up your bubbleloons so we can get started.” Ce grabbed and tied her bubbleloons around herself before flying to the air with a face full of blush.

While teasing Ce is fun, it was time for me to touch the sky. I put in my bubbleloons, pumped them up to their full pale lilac glory, and then I flicked my hand up to bring me above the lake with the others. A gale pushed me and by bubbleloons upward. I should have expected this, but I was still caught off guard. Flailing about though wasn’t a good idea as every time I jerked my left hand, I was blown another direction.

“Violet! Relax your hand!” I put my arms to my side and tried to stay still… which ended up working in the end. There I floated in midair, bobbing up and down as my heart slowed. While I regained my composure, Ami flew on next to me, dark purple bubbleloons that matched her long hair above her. “Are you alright. I’m guessing this is your first time?”

“Yeah… Have you done this before?”

“Peri has dragged me to fly with these on several occasios, but this is the first time I’ve used the gloves or done any of this bubble fighting.”

“Oh… Uh” I was about to put my hand to my face, but I paused to make sure I didn’t push myself off to who knows where.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Peri did the same thing. Also as a tip, the gloves only work with sudden movements.” Ami slowly waved with her left hand. That’s good to hear, last thing I want is an itch or something to be my doom.

“Thank you Ami.”

“My, it’s no problem. Try to have fun now, I have to find Peri before everything starts.” She flew off towards the others flying about, leaving me with my bubbleloons.

If flapping my arms like a fool is what’s gonna cause me to end up in a turquoise bath, then I should practice controlling my movements then. I spend my time flicking in all directions, trying to ignore the urge to flail that comes with being tossed through the skies. After getting used to it though, it felt kind of nice. The boost from the wind gave my heart a little rush and slowing to the gentle float of the bubbleloons gave the whole deal a bit of grace. It was also nice to take a look at the bubbleloons themselves and how their skin shines a bright lilac in the sunlight; It’s gonna be a bit of a shame if any of them pop.

Soon, I just started to float there to relax my nerves. Well, until…

“Everyone come to the field, Everyone! The tournament is now starting!” Naoki called out over the arena, causing everyone to float down back to the stand. I joined them, meeting up with Ce who had found Naomi while flying through the sky.

“Heya Violet!” When Naomi saw me drifting to the ground below, she flew up to grab me in a mid-air hug.

“Aw, you two are so cute!” Viola’s voice rang through the crowd with her glitter-covered microphone in hand. “Oh sorry! I forgot this thing was on…” Everyone was staring at us with their own expression, most happy like Tia and Luna, but some just looked bored, like Lynn. The two of us reached the ground, slightly embarrassed having our affection announced, but eh.

“Anyways, is everyone ready to start the first ever, Sweet Paradise bubble fight tournament!” We joined in on the cheer, anticipation filling up the field as much as our bubbleloons did. She slid out of the way of the large chalkboard behind her. “Here’s the tournament bracket for all our wonderful participants!” With a snap of her finger, white dust surround the chalkboard, only for a gust of wind to blow it away to reveal who was against who. “And our first two contestants are… The balloon loving artist of the skies, Gem and The book of emotion’s chosen, Ribbon! Head up to a podium for the start of your match.”

While everyone else was getting ready and focusing on the first match, I look at the bracket to see who I’ll be against. My match looks to be next, against Peri. Great… I’ll either have to lose or make Ami vengeful, at least she’s on the other side of the bracket. Maybe we’ll meet in the finals. Naomi looks to be going against Crimi and Ce versus Rosalynn. Ce’s also on the other side of the bracket, so less chance of ruining that friendship.

“Do you two feel confident?” Ce glanced between me and Naomi, her face holding some anxiety.

“Yeah, I feel pretty ready to burst some of these girl’s bubbles.” I was more excited than I thought I would be, fighting high in the sky probably does that people.

“I’m sure I can take down anyone, even Violet.” Naomi shot me a smirk.

“Hey!” The three of us had a laugh that ended up interrupted by Viola’s tapping on the microphone. Everything was ready for the first match. Gem and Ribbon stood on top of their own pillar, a lake across from each other with Naoki around the middle. Viola floated in the air between the contestants with the help of five pastel blue bubbleloons. Her adorable, frilly dress that matched her bubbleloons mixed with her brown pigtails that flopped all over made her look like a magical girl idol. That’s not too far off from the truth though for Viola.

#writing #for fun #Rosalie #Violet #Ce #Viola

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maggotmouth · 5 years

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hullo it nora, back for more mess. this unhinged little nightmare is cecily who i first birthed around 3 years ago and i am so excited to finally be playing her again. feral wolf girl who loves silk babydoll dresses and bubblegum but would also cut your femoral artery if she was bored. is the eptome of that “somethin dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls” trope. amma crellin meets harley quinn meets addy hanlon. ( pinterest )

APP.

( nora. 22. gmt. she / her. ) it might be HER FRESHMAN year but I still think CECILY DE ROSA looks exactly like FREYA MAVOR and sometimes I think the FEMALE is actually them. Of course I’m wrong, as they’re 19 and studying THEATRE while living in FIDELIS here at Lockwood. The GEMINI can be rather PUCKISH and CANDID, but also kind of SELF-CENTRED and HYSTERICAL. Their most played song on Spotify was CELL BLOCK TANGO by CATHERINE ZETA JONES AND THE COMPANY OF CHICAGO, so I think that says a lot.

BACKGROUND.

tw death suicide murder proceed w caution

born as ‘lamia romana’ in italy to catholic parents. her father was a struggling alcoholic and incredibly depressed. when cece was 4, and her brother was 3 her father fed the gas pipe through the back of their car whilst they prepared to go on their family holiday because he knew suicide would leave his wife and children penniless so he decided the most selfless thing would be to take them with him

cecily (lamia) and her brother luc by some miracle survived the accident, but were left orphaned. they were sent to a convent where they were raised by nuns. cece was incredibly religious. it became her whole life. she was devoted to god completely, almost crazed, because in the absence of parents she transferred the need for a guider and protector onto this spiritual other evoked by her religious beliefs.

she always had a strained relationship w her brother because she believed he wasn’t as devoted to catholicism as she was. when she was 13 he claimed that god wasn’t real and that she was a freak, and in a violent rage cecily thrust a crucifix through his throat. it was completely out of character for her. she screamed until her throat went dry. eventually, when the nuns managed to tear her away from her brother’s body, she was taken to a psychiatric hospital in manhattan where she stayed for two years. driven to madness, she convinced herself that she had been possessed by the devil the moment she killed her brother, and soon she began to accept her fate, as not holy, like she had anticipated, but in fact it’s ungoldy antithesis

when she was released, she was adopted by an american distant aunt and uncle and sent to a manhattan boarding school under the new name ‘cecily de rosa’. see also: st. trinnians. lifted of any religious obligation, cecily grew wild. she delighted in acting up, cheeking her superiors, causing havoc and chaos, terrifying the other girls. sex became her weapon – she would seduce the boys from the local comprehensive and drop them like flies. to her, it was merely a game.

uses sex as a weapon, a way in which to manipulate men, having filmed sexual liasons with both a former acting coach and a TA to use for the purposes of blackmail.

her expulsion from school was threatened after she streaked the school naked and doused in pig blood, but her academic prowess was an asset to the school, so they learnt to put up with her antics. she applied for yale but didn’t get in.

she atended juliard for a year but was thrown out for indecency

theatre-wise, one of Cecily’s most commendable traits is her sheer tenacity and lack of inhibition – she is willing to do whatever it takes to climb to the top, and kick as many other people down as necessary on her way there. tthis unhinged hunger for success was evidenced when, in her breakout role, cecily played Tamora in Titus Andronicus. feeling the presentation of one of shakespeare’s most terrifying women was ‘pussy-footed’ and dulled down for a male audience, cecily took matters into her own hands, and during the famous banquet scene where Tamora is fed her own sons, she ate a pig’s heart live on stage – receiving both awestruck and horrified press reviews for her performance -- and getting expelled from her drama school. (thats why she is now at lockwood)

she is in a sorority house n the gymnastic squad. she speaks fluently in four languages. the kind f sociopathic lana del rey writes songs about.

was raised Roman Catholic, and although she is now estranged from religion, it’s still an integral part of her identity. She holds it partially responsible for the need to repress emotion she still experiences. The only time she allows herself to truly feel, without perceiving it as a weakness, is when she’s performing

cecily was raised with dual-nationality and is multi-lingual. Her parents frequently spoke both Italian and English around the house, leading cecily to do the same. She is also somewhat familiar with Latin, having studied it alongside Literature, Contemporary Dance and Theatre at a manhattan-based performing arts boarding school.

ethereal wood elf. plays flute and does ballet. her favourite tv shows are making a murderer and dance moms. she is big on Tchaikovsky and Bukowski. poetry to cecily is soup of the soul, despite the fact that the only things she really feels are apathy and mild disgust. her poems mostly centre around the beauty of violence -- writing about it often prevents her from committing violent acts -- and also her cat.

loves gettin fucked up. always high on sometin -- cocaine, ecstasy, love, her own ego.

had her first taste of alcohol at 15 and has stayed fond of spirits ever since. likes literature of the macabre, isn’t fond of social media, and loves knee high socks and glitter. she bites her nails, will only take cold showers, and doesn’t drink coffee. loves cats. is vegan.

she sleeps like a cat, regularly but short amounts of time, and is usually found awake at night stalking the streets in the pursuit of self-destruction. she views herself as pansexual because she is attracted to people rather than genders but she thinks men are trash. probably biromantic or homoromantic. she loves the chase. she likes meaningless sexual liasons, but if hearts are broken in the process, even better. hearts are breakable and she believes those who have them are foolish.

aesthetic: peroxide hair in a bathtub, bleach, glittery socks under spaghetti strap heels, silk slip dresses, glitter smeared beneath eyes, split knuckles, nose bleeds, a bubble of blue gum snapped against cherry flavoured lips, orange peel, knee-high socks, tartan two-piece skirt and blazers, kate moss posters ripped out of vogue, littering a bedroom wall, yearbook photos tacked together with red thread, clip in highlights, stick on earrings, french music humming from a crackly gramophone, a hip flask covered with hello kitty stickers

PLOTS.

i currently have NO PLOTS for her so everything is open. if you want a cousin / ex-lover / friend with benefits / bully, or are dying for a specific connection, let me know or like this post and i will msg you!! LOVE U ALL xoxo

more plots all of these are plagiarised:

“you were drunk and you climbed in through my apartment window and I’m not really sure how you managed it because not only is the fire escape broken but you are really fucking plastered wtf please, teach me your skills?”

“i set your kitchen on fire ‘by accident’ because i hate your guts, and you know it was me but you have no evidence”

“we’re in a breakfast club style all day detention”

“you came over for ‘help studying’ and my roommate came home five minutes after we were done hooking up and you got roped into a conversation about her dogs and everyone is uncomfortable”

“we’re friends but it’s a really toxic relationship made up of trying to one up each other all the time”

“I caught you writing gay porn in the library and now you’re terrified i’ll tell everyone, but really i’m just waiting for the next instalment”

“i asked you to help me sneak my cat into my dorm but we got caught by the janitor and now we’re both in the principal’s office”

“you saw me come back to my apartment covered in blood one night, but you’ve never asked about it because you’re scared that yours might be the next blood i’m covered in”

“you broke into my apartment while I was out for whatever reason and when I came home I knocked you out and now you’re unconscious on my floor and idk what to do?”

“i just decked you in the face because i’m drunk and you were pissing me off but ow my hand really fucking hurts i think i might have broke it and oh look your nose is bleeding and now we’re both sitting awkwardly in the hospital while i glare at you from across the room. but wait are you giving me sex eyes?? stop that i’m supposed to mad at you??”

“you keep dragging suspicious sacks up to and down from your apartment and I don’t know what your deal is or why I still wanna bone you”

“we’re in the same rocky horror troupe”

“i stayed over at your house and woke you up in the middle of the night to have sex while your roommate is asleep and every time, your room mate yells “STOP FUCKING, JESUS CHRIST” right when we’re about to finish”

“we used to have a thing but now we hate each others guts and can’t be in the same room without yelling at one another”

“i had a drunk one night stand with your brother last year and i threw up in your room, and now we’re in a class together and it’s really awkward.”

#tw:intro #tldr - crazy bitch like 4 plots

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