#chubby oblivious dark angel

[incomingalbatross]

From the Moment You Opened Your Eyes

I started writing out my half-fledged Encanto thoughts/headcanons and they turned into a loosely-connected collage of fic.

So, uh... here are 3.5k words of pre-canon Madrigals (written with very little research, just fyi), from Isabela’s birth to Antonio’s.

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Isabela was the doted-on first baby, with soft hair so dark it looked like a little fur cap and big, bright eyes in her tiny face.

“And soon you’ll have a little cousin!” Felix told her, rocking the infant delightedly. Pepa smiled, the ever-present anxiety of her pregnancy turning to something softer in her eyes as she watched him.

“It’s nice they’ll be the same age,” Bruno remarked, leaning over the back of Julieta’s chair. “Like twin cousins, you know?”

His sisters both hummed in agreement.

---

Dolores, when she came a few months later, was both quieter and fussier than Isabela, and just as loved. Her wondering eyes drank in everything around her, and she seemed to want to touch and taste and examine the entire world.

---

The two little girls were thick as thieves even before they learned to walk or talk.

“Were we this much trouble, Mama?” Julieta asked, sitting on the floor in despair. Isa burbled happily, angelically oblivious to the mess around her. Dolores immediately began crawling toward her aunt, a determined gleam in her eyes.

Mama smiled. “Oh, Julieta, you three were so much worse.”

---

“Baby!” Isa proclaimed proudly, over and over and over. “Isa baby!”

“Yes, mija, she is a baby,” Agustin agreed in a murmur, holding Luisa. But Isabela frowned at him.

“Isa baby,” she proclaimed sternly, trying to gather the chubby little infant into her own arms. “Is... Isa’s... baby.”

“Ohhhhhh, she’s your baby?” their Papa asked.

Isabela nodded fiercely.

(There were simultaneous coos from all the parents.)

“Then you can hold her, but only if I help. You and Dolores have to look out for her, all right?”

“Yes! Isa baby!”

---

The nursery that had once held the triplets was now the sovereign kingdom of the three Madrigal cousins—Isa, Dolores, and little Luisa. As the girls grew, it became the site of many arcane games, understood by no one but themselves.

Dolores would invent stories of make-believe in a neverending stream of ideas, while Isabela entered into them with wholehearted drama and excitement and cheerful little Luisa gamely followed along with the older girls’ imaginations. Princesses, pirates, monsters and warriors dealt out intrigue and death without stint in the persons of the three little girls.

While their parents and Abuela were indulgent to their games, it was Tio Bruno who knew the most about them.

“Hey, girls,” he said, poking his head in the nursery one rainy day. “Casita said I should come up here, any idea why—Dolores, do not!”

He dove to grab Luisa, who was being held up dramatically by her cousin from a standing position on top of the chest of drawers. Luisa giggled delightedly at the sudden transfer to her uncle’s arms, but Dolores stamped her little foot.

“She was being a human sacrifice!” she protested. “I had to throw her into the sea so the monster wouldn’t devour the kingdom!”

“I was going to rescue her,” Isabela chimed in, standing by with a pillow.

Luisa gnashed her teeth and made growling noises, and Bruno—forgoing the idea of a lecture for the moment—looked down at her in exaggerated shock.

“Dolores, kiddo, you got it all wrong.” Dolores frowned in skepticism, and he lowered his voice dramatically. “Did you and your kingdom ever see the monster?”

“Not yet...” she said slowly. 

Bruno held Luisa up. “Then how do you know she isn’t the monster herself?”

Dolores’s eyes went wide, and she clapped her hands to her mouth and shrieked in obliging horror. Isabela joined in with a shriek of her own, Luisa gave a delighted roar and made clawing motions toward them, and the (newly-minted) Evil Wizard Bruno unleashed his creation with a dramatic cackle. By lunchtime all four of them had died or switched allegiances at least twice, and several miraculous escapes and long-lost twins were needed to keep the game going at all.

---

When Isabela was about to turn five, Abuela announced at breakfast that she had had a dream. “Isabela will get her own room, just as you three did,” she announced, beaming.

“A gift?” Julieta asked, wiping breakfast off Luisa’s face. “Mama, are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure,” she said. “I even had Bruno double-check.”

Bruno held up his hands immediately. “I didn’t see much, but Isa’s getting a gift, yes. Pretty sure.”

“A gift like you and Mama and Tia Pepa?” Isabela asked eagerly, perked up in her seat. “Did you see what it is? Is it a good one?”

He laughed. “I can’t spoil everything, kid,” he said with a wink. “But...”

(He thought of the vision he had seen, of Isabela growing older and surrounding herself with life and beauty, laughing and dancing with her head held high as the jungle sprang up at her fingertips, of his niece as a woman who looked prepared for every adventure little Isa had ever dreamed of.)

“It’s a good one, and it will keep getting better,” he said. “Don’t worry.”

(He didn’t think about the parts where she looked like a statue in an endless garden... immaculate, and beautiful, and increasingly, suffocatingly still as her flowers grew around and over her.

Maybe everyone else was right, and if he didn’t say a thing, it wouldn’t happen.)

---

Luisa was pouting.

“Don’t want Dolores to go,” she said stubbornly.

“But think about what we can do when Isabela and I both have gifts!” Dolores coaxed her. “Isn’t Isa’s gift fun?”

Luisa refused to answer. It was fun, obviously; the girls had had lots of fun testing the limits of Isabela’s plants, even if she couldn’t do that much with them yet.

“It’ll be okay,” Dolores said, pulling Luisa into her arms. “I’ll miss you, but we’ll still spend all day together, just like we still do with Isabela.”

Luisa sniffled.

“And maybe you can have sleepovers with me or Isa or your parents, sometimes,” she added. “Should we ask them?”

“...Okay.”

---

Dolores’s gift was a little more of an adjustment than Isabela’s had been.

“Dolores, mija,” her Papa sighed. “Your gift is amazing, but... you can’t tell people everything you hear.”

“I didn’t want to make Mama cry,” she muttered, arms wrapped around herself. The rain beating against the windows told all of them that Pepa hadn’t recovered, even if she had left the room. (And Dolores could hear her, anyway.) “But Senora Ramirez did say those things about Mama, and Mama was saying she was nice!”

“I know, I know, but...”

“What your Papa means,” Tio Bruno cut in, “is that it’s not good for everyone to know everything, and a lot of the time people actually want to know less. Especially about bad things.” He crouched in front of her. “And you’re stuck knowing a lot right now, so you have to consider whether other people want to share that knowledge, you get it? Or whether it does any good to tell them things, even if you think they want it.”

Dolores considered this. “Like your prophecies.”

“Exactly,” he said, grimacing. “I give people prophecies if they ask and even then they usually aren’t happy to get them. But sometimes it’s rude to tell people things about themselves, and a lot of the time it’s rude to share things about other people.”

“Senora Ramirez wouldn’t have said those things to Mama’s face,” Papa said patiently, “and maybe she didn’t really mean them. The meanest thing someone says isn’t usually the truest thing, even if the nicest things they say aren’t completely true either.” He made a funny face. “For instance, I could say a lot of very mean things about Senora Ramirez right now, because she made your Mama cry, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think Senora Ramirez is a good mother and a talented weaver. It would just mean that right now I’m mad at her.”

“So... I shouldn’t repeat things,” she whispered. “Unless I’m sure I need to, or somebody asks and I don’ have a reason not to.”

“I think that’s fair for now,” Papa agreed. “I think it will get easier as you get older.” He smiled at her. “Now, let’s go find your Mama, okay? I think we can all stand to feel better.”

“Okay!” She opened her arms and let her Papa sweep her up.

“When in doubt, keep quiet,” Tio Bruno added, smiling at her with an anxious light in his eyes. He flicked her on the nose. “Take it from me, Dolores, nobody likes a snitch!”

But he winked as he said it, and she giggled.

---

The day Camilo was born was—after some hours of storm and thunder—the most beautiful day the Encanto had seen in years.

“Look at him!” Pepa said, glowing at the wriggling newborn in her arms. “Our little boy!”

“Congratulations,” Abuela said. “Our first Madrigal boy since Bruno!”

“Welcome to the family,” Bruno stage-whispered. “We’re outnumbered here, we could use the reinforcements.”

There was a general laugh, and the little girls crowded closer to the new baby.

“Can I hold him, Mama?” Dolores asked shyly, and climbed up onto the bed to share his weight with her.

“Camilo,” she said, looking down at him. Then she smiled smugly at Isabela. “I have a brother now.”

“Well we might, soon,” Isabela pointed out with a teasing toss of her head. “And either way we’ll still outnumber you!”

“Be nice,” Julieta said, smiling. She rested a hand on her belly. “This time your baby came first, hm, Pepa?”

“Earlier even than we expected,” Felix agreed. “Impatient little guy, huh?”

Pepa was still beaming at Dolores and Camilo. “He has a sense of drama,” she said teasingly. “Takes after his parents and his Tio Bruno.”

“Oh no,” Julieta said solemnly. “My baby will have to be the sensible one, then, I see.”

---

Mirabel came into the world less dramatically, but with no less anticipation.

“Our baby!” Luisa crowed. “I wanna hold her!”

“Easy, Luisa, you’ll get your turn,” her Papa said, holding her fast as Isabel stroked the baby’s curly head. “Just let me help you, okay?”

“You’ll have two roommates again before you leave the nursery,” Dolores said, very carefully holding Camilo herself.

Luisa bounced up and down, waiting her turn eagerly. “I got two babies!”

“Yes, and you’ll have to be careful with them,” her Mama reminded her. “Isa, give me your sister, please.”

Isabel gave her up, and Mama beckoned Luisa over. “When you’re a little older, and Mirabel’s a little sturdier, you can hold her by yourself,” she said. “For now—yes, squeeze in like this, okay? Then we can both hold her.”

“She’s heavy,” Luisa said, awed. “...But soon I’ll get my gift, and then I can do anything!”

“You can do some things,” Mama laughed. “We’ll see what.”

“I’ll take care of Mirabel,” Luisa vowed, puffed up. “And Camilo, and—and everyone.”

“All right, then,” Mama said, pinching her cheek.

---

The nursery looked a little different under the reign of Camilo and Mirabel than it had with the three older girls. There was more arguing, as they seemed to delight in provoking each other, and never seemed to agree in their games. The times of greatest harmony were, again, when Bruno dropped in—somehow he could invent or retell stories that pleased them both, or teach them songs that they would both sing at the top of their lungs.

Mostly, though, they both spent their time outside in the sun, or downstairs in the kitchen. Camilo was the most energetic of all the Madrigal children, and had all the taste for excitement that his mother had predicted—playing with the little boys in town, sneaking food, teasing the older children, always up to something interesting. Mirabel, meanwhile, liked “helping” with chores for the company, loved her sisters’ and cousin’s pretty things (although Isabela was beginning to object to small children getting into her room or possessions), and was a little magnet for affection.

The second set of “twin cousins” were less inseparable than the first had been, but in the larger family they were born into, neither of them ever lacked much for company.

---

“Camilo.”

Silence.

“Camilo, I know you’re here. I can hear you breathing.”

Eleven-year-old Dolores folded her arms, waiting.

The nursery remained still, and maybe a little more silent than before...

“Okay, now I can hear you holding your breath.”

“You can’t make me talk!” a voice shouted from under the bed.

“I can tell the grownups you’re hiding from your gift ceremony, though."

“Then I’ll find a better hiding place.”

She rolled her eyes. “I should hope so. But I’ll still be able to find you.”

“...You wouldn’t tell, would you?” Camilo asked, more hesitantly.

She sighed. “Probably not. But you know they’ll ask me if you don’t show up.” She sat on the floor—from here, she could make out a scrap of yellow under the bed. “And then they’ll be mad, because you’ll mess up the schedule in front of the whole town. It’s not a funny prank, Camilo.”

“It’s not a prank,” Camilo said sullenly.

“What... you don’t want your gift?” She said it dismissively, as if the very idea were laughable.

(That may have been deliberate on her part.)

Camilo did not respond.

“Camilo,” she said more softly, voice filled with concern now. “Why don’t you want a gift?”

“...Because,” came the small, miserable voice.

Dolores bit her lip. “Because what?”

“Because when you have a gift it’s all you do!” he burst out. “Luisa only ever carries stuff around for people, and Isabela doesn’t do anything that might mess up her flowers, and Mama always worries about the weather and Tia Julieta spends all her time cooking and you and Tio Bruno just.... lurk around the corners because everyone’s always thinking about what you know! What if I get a dumb gift that makes people avoid me, or I break things when I get upset, or I get a good gift and it means I have to work all the time? I just wanna be me and have fun and not...not get stuck in a stupid box.”

He stopped.

Dolores didn’t say anything, for a minute.

Then she scooted over to sit next to Camilo’s bed, and said, “That won’t happen.”

“What, you know that?” he scoffed.

“No.” She dropped her hand to sit at the edge of the bed, palm up. “I’m promising it.”

There was quiet for a moment. Then Dolores said, “Can I tell you a secret?”

“...Mm-hm.”

“I always wanted to know stuff. Isabela always wanted to make stuff. Luisa wanted to be able to do stuff. Abuela says our gifts are to take care of the family and the Encanto, but... I think they’re for ourselves too.” She paused. “The miracle cares what we want, Camilo. I don’t think the gifts are supposed to put us in boxes, and... if you want to have fun? I think it will give you a fun gift.”

“Really?”

She smiled. “Really, Camilo. And if you use it to have fun... that’s okay, too. You can stay out of the boxes.”

And Camilo’s hand came out from under the bed to land in hers, and squeeze.

She squeezed back. “Okay?”

“Okay,” he agreed, wriggling out from under the bed and grinning at her. “That’s what I want.”

“Good!”

---

Mirabel didn’t hide. Mirabel wanted a gift.

And it was Mirabel who didn’t get one.

---

Bruno disappeared. The family found this out by hearing Abuela shriek the morning after Mirabel’s ceremony, and running to find his bright, shining door dark and dead.

“Is the magic failing?” Julieta demanded, hand on her throat.

“Did something happen to Tio Bruno?” Mirabel cried, her eyes still red with crying.

Pepa’s face was bloodless with horror. “Is he alive?”

There was turmoil and panic, until Abuela spun around and grabbed Dolores. “Dolores! Your uncle, is he all right? Can you hear him?”

Dolores closed her eyes. She could pick out family members’ voices from a great distance now, and she was trying to increase her range on recognizing the sounds of their presences. It was hard, but Tio Bruno was easier than most...

“Yes,” she said, and there was a great sigh of relief. “He’s talking to himself.”

Abuela frowned, the relief making room for new tension. “What is he saying? Where is he?”

"Can’t go back, can’t do it, who’re they gonna believe in? me or Mirabel, no good options..."

Dolores swallowed, and opened her eyes.

“I can’t tell,” she said. “He’s too far away.”

She mostly hid in her room for the next few days—the one place where her gift was insulated from the outside world. For once she didn’t want to hear what the grownups were talking about.

But once, when she had come out for dinner and was on her way back, she paused in the hallway. She touched the wall by Abuelo’s portrait, then leaned against it.

“I wish Tio Bruno would come back.”

She heard the sounds of someone freezing—an indrawn breath, a rustle of fabric. Casita’s floors trembled uneasily.

She smiled, sadly. “But I know you won’t tell anyone I said that, Casita,” she said, in the same clear voice, and bit her lip before continuing. “Nobody likes a snitch.”

There was a sigh of relief, somewhere on the other side of the wall. Dolores continued upstairs.

But, just before she reached her door, there was a whisper—a whisper that stood out against the background noise of the world.

“Gracias, Dolores. I love you.”

---

Antonio’s arrival was a burst of joy, but it had its shadows too.

When Pepa and Felix teased Julieta and Agustin about having all the boys, there was a missing voice that should have been joking about evening up the numbers.

When Pepa said “You won’t mind sharing your room, will you, Mirabel?” everyone was uneasily aware that she asked because your room was really the nursery, and that Mirabel should have left it years ago.

But Mirabel beamed cheerfully at her and said “How could I mind having Antonio to myself?” and even probably meant it.

When Abuela said “It’s good he’ll have you to take care of him—be careful,” there was an undercurrent in the room that suggested maybe he will make up for Mirabel, but there were also shadows in her eyes that said maybe he won’t have a gift either.

(When Mirabel had been the baby of the family, the idea that the miracle had stopped at her was upsetting, but could be made sense of. She was the last, the odd one out. But Antonio... would he be left out, as well, and need a place made for him without a gift? Or would he get a gift, marking Mirabel as the one and inexplicable rejection?)

But ten-year-old Mirabel beamed down at him with all the love in the world shining behind her glasses, and... for a moment, everything was how it was supposed to be.

They were the family Madrigal. Whatever their troubles, they loved one another, and a new baby was another Madrigal to love.

Whatever else might be in doubt, a new baby was a gift.

For all of them.

---

Camilo swung open the nursery door. Mind on dinner, he was halfway into the room before he registered another presence—a hunched, hooded figure bent over Antonio’s crib.

“AAUGH!”

He and the figure both jumped back at the same time. Antonio stirred and began to wail.

“Oh, shh, shh, sorry, it’s okay...” the figure muttered in distress, bending back over the crib, and Camilo blinked at the familiar voice. Memories were stirring, but the figure’s face was still hooded.

There were also two rats perched on its shoulder, which was just weird.

He crept forward as the other continued to try and soothe the baby, until he was only a few feet away and could peer into the hood.

“...Tio Bruno?”

The figure bolted upright, and the hood fell back. The familiar, wide-eyed face of his uncle confronted him, bringing clarity to half-remembered images all at once.

“...No! No, I’m... Hernando!”

Camilo narrowed his eyes. “Tio Bruno, I’m not dumb. I know who you are.”

He grinned nervously. “Uh...hi, Camilo! Sure, uh, haven’t seen you in a while!”

“Like five years,” Camilo corrected him, the situation beginning to sink in. “Where did you go? Why did you go? Why are you here and why did you sneak into the nursery after five years?” Antonio was still wailing between them. “And what’s with the rats?”

The rats chittered, and Tio Bruno grimaced, raising a hand to pet them. “Those are all very good questions and, uh, I don’t have answers. Except that I came to see Antonio! My new nephew! The newest Madrigal! And, uh, I scared him.” He looked down into the crib, looking miserable.

“He’ll be fine,” Camilo said, scooping him up. “Yeah, buddy? You’ll be fine, right?” he asked, bouncing him against his shoulder. “We just woke you up too fast, right?”

Antonio quieted at the familiar presence, snuggling into Camilo.

By the time he looked up again, though, Tio Bruno was gone.

He grimaced in dismay. “Casita? He... was here, wasn’t he?”

The floorboards moved, rattling the crib. When Camilo looked inside, he saw something that hadn’t been there before.

A lopsided, patchwork stuffed rat, with a triangular body and little button eyes.

“...Huh.” Camilo picked up the rat and held it up to Antonio. “What do you think?” The baby was still too young for grabbing anything, but he thought his eyes tracked it.

“Yeah, I’m with you. We don’t know where he came from, we don’t know where he went... Maybe we should just keep this our little secret, huh?”

People should be allowed to do what they wanted, in Camilo’s opinion. And if that involved being a weirdo who snuck into your nephew’s nursery instead of talking to anyone first, well... he wasn’t going to shove anyone in a box for it. To each his own, or something.

Tio Bruno was still a weirdo. But... it was nice to know he hadn’t gone too far away to visit.

#wrote this in one session and throwing it out there #i wanted to expand into post-canon bonding but... not now #(fwiw though i think dolores secretly writes) #(and isabela is going to drag her siblings and cousins out on jungle hikes for Adventure) #tossing this into the void #encanto #my fic stuff

[pinkbunnygirlwattpad]

I’ve been writing a fanfiction based off this image for DBD Ghostface and I think it’s going pretty well. I still have to write the rest of it, reread it and edit it but it’s going pretty well. I think I might be half way through it but idk depends. Underneath is about a third of what I have so far.

Warning: Stalking, Danny being a pervert, murder(?), mentions of sex, other things

Summary: Reader is a closeted age-regressor but Danny is nosy so he’ll know

Daddy’s Little Girl

Danny had been stalking you for a while, much longer than any of his other victim but that was because you were special. He had seen you whilst he was at some house party with cheap liquor and horny idiots practically fucking on the walls and floor, he bitterly thought that it was more like an orgy than the drinking fest the host wanted it to be. Your friend had dragged you to the piss poor excuse for a party and one look into those round, doe eyes had given him the feeling he had when he saw someone he knew had to be one of his victims. He examined you closer while you were there and saw how your whole being exuded purity, from the way your hair looked so soft and the way your skin looked like a blanket made of silk. It was your face that really made him want you, though. Your lips were parted slightly, and you had slightly chubby cheeks, giving them a squishy, bouncy texture that made you look more like a child. But what made him really hooked was the innocent gleam in your eyes when you looked around the room.

 He followed you throughout the night and it made him much more excited about what he was going to do to you when he saw the oblivious state you were in with every guy who flirted with you. It would be so easy to trick you, unlike his previous victims who would have never been interested in some reported with a heart of gold, you would immediately fall for that shtick. He wanted to have sex for the pure gratification of corrupting you. Clinging to your friend all night had made it hard to get close to you but no matter, not when he could stalk you, find out your interests and then sweep you off your feet.

 It had not been hard to find out about you, it is what he does best. You were too busy worrying over your friend to notice a mysterious figure behind you. Danny even had fun of being obvious about it, but you didn’t notice a thing, a kind of obviousness that was hard to find in Roseville where all the people were cut-throat due to the high population of rich people in the area and harsh jobs that were specialised in that area. Your friend wouldn’t help either due to their pathetic drunken state. Thinking in this direction was getting Danny worked up and would leave him with a boner if he were not careful.

 After some time and a quick walk down a path in the nearby woods, you were home in your cottage with a white-picketed fence, beautiful flowers of all colours blooming in the front and some along the stone path leading to the back. The fences seemed to be more for décor reasons than serving an actual purpose since Danny knew that this particular land was quite spacious. You lead your friend inside and, from the window in the front, Danny observed you catering to your very drunk friend. He noted that the inside of the house were pastels and had lots of fantasy, fairy, cottagecore and light academia vibes. He did have to admit, even though he didn’t care for interior design aside from to keep up appearances, he appreciated something so beautiful like that.

 Now knowing where you live and marking it down in his black, pleather (he may kill people, but he wasn’t so heartless!) journal, he left for the night to get some rest. This was the first time in awhile he felt this excited for killing! Don’t get him wrong, killing was fun but it got monotonous to kill the same types of people over and over again. It was exciting to spicy his routine up a bit.

 Danny had been stalking you for 3 weeks and 4 days. He had taken pictures of you throughout that time, at your job, with your friends, when your alone and even in the shower! He did feel guilty about it for a few seconds before he decided that he was entitled to see your body if you had bad security in the first place that allowed people like him to get in. During the duration of this time, he had begun to psychoanalyse you and what your behaviour means, how your body language was an indication of your emotions and built a profile for you within his mind palace (it was easy with his photographic memory). You were so wholesome most of the time, whereas you did occasionally participate in conversations of kins, for the majority, you didn’t want to talk about sex or anything that came anywhere close. Something he also observed was that you had a tendency to not talk in ‘big words’ a lot of the time and he could list so much more that you did but that would be ranting. You bought many plushies, colouring books and ready-made snacks like chicken/tofu nuggets and yoghurt pots, stuff traditionally children liked. Although it made sense seeing how you were the go-to babysitter for the majority of your co-workers and friends, as well as distant neighbours and relatives. Plus, who didn’t enjoy hugging or collecting plushies? And Danny himself was a big fan of ready-made meals due to the time consumed by his work and ‘hobby’.

 Packages were often delivered to your house, at least from what he had seen but maybe it was a wave of them at once, like a spree shopper may do. The thing that intrigued him most to the contents of those deliveries was the way you were very protective over them, not letting anyone see even though you thought you had nothing to worry about. It made him want to know what you might be doing with them or what was in them. For all he knew, it could be something from the dark web, something disgusting and vile that would make you a devil in angel form. Entertaining this idea made him more desperate to find out what it was. And he would.

 He had snuck into your house after you had gone to work so he knew he had a long time before you came home. Once he was inside after going through your unlocked window, (what a forgetful, little thing) he saw a pile of discarded clothes. Approaching the crumpled garments, he picked up a shirt and smelled it. Yep, it was dirty laundry. It sent a shiver of excitement up Danny’s spine from excitement. Oh, what a naughty bunny you were, leaving him such a tantalizing gift. If he didn’t know better, it would seem like you were hoping to rile him up. During this stalking periods as he called it, you became dissimilar to his previous victims who pull a dark desire straight from the depths of his heart where his sick fantasies were locked from the world, you made him want something different than what he already experienced with them. He thought that it could be a new way to kill you, one only for you and designed to be the perfect art form in which to send you off to the afterlife. Of course, he was beginning to realise it was different to this. But back to why he was there.

 Looking around, he spotted one of the boxes that had been opened on your bed with objects seemingly thrown haphazardly into it. He nearly ran up to it he was so exhilarated from the rush of finding out what you were hiding from him. Not that he couldn’t make as much noise as he wanted, your cottage was 40 minutes from the outskirts of the city, which wasn’t the safest environment anyways, and 3 hours away in all other directions from anywhere containing sane, human life.

 Once within reaching distance, he picked it up without peaking in and sat on your soft bed. His hands were trembling from a strong surge of adrenaline and, without wanting to torture himself further, began to look through it. He prayed to find anything that made you deceitful and like him but what he saw wasn’t what he expected.

 Adult pacifiers, shortalls, sippy cups and more items similar to them were inside it. His initial thought was that you were into age play, but he doubted it, even if you were, you wouldn’t use anything this expensive in your casual hook-ups. Now that he knew what was in the box, he had even more questions which wasn’t what he had expected. With a new determination, he had arranged everything back into its original position and left your cottage to collect his thoughts and write down his questions at his base of operation. As he was driving back to the house he bought, he went down to his basement where he kept all his hunting equipment locked in. Looking at the corkboard he used to pin information about his current target, he methodically updated your information. As he did, he realised that he couldn’t stop smiling. This was new, having reached this level of excitement from his victim, it only made his obsession grow bigger for you. Oh, how you would regret going to that party that night.

#danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #dead by daylight #DBD Ghostface

[realcatalina]

Real looks of Catherine of Aragon-Part 1

There are way too many wrong potrayals of Catherine regarding her looks. From her being very tall, or extremely slim to having black or raven hair, dark eyes and dark skin.

And recently people, seem to be obssessed with idea of her being auburn-haired and don’t mind using photoshop to make that ‘reality’. 

But this potrait(Catherine as Mary Magdalene), clearly shows she wasn’t dark-skinned or blackhaired but neither was she auburn-haired. So where did this new myth came from?

-The misinformation started, with period description of her, stating she had red-gold hair. Nowadays people think red-gold means auburn. It does not.

Auburn by definition means red-brown hair. Reddish brown! 

But actually the term has gained bit wider definition over the years and now includes hair where you’re not sure if it is red or brown. It’s borderline, red-brown/brown-red. And also, the hair which is either dark red, dark reddish brown, dark brownish red etc. All of those could be clasified as auburn. 

Neither is synonymous to red-gold!

I didn’t count, but many biografies of Catherine, got this wrong and instead of writing red-gold as it was in original description, they wrote auburn! Misleading us fans of Tudor period.

(and very because reddish brown was probably real hair colour of Anne Boleyn! I bet Catherine’s contemporaries would be outraged by it.)

Sure, there are some people whose red hair is going bit towards brown. But usually red-gold refers to medium or lighter shade of red hair. 

But when you look at Catherine’s hair, it is clear that person who originally described, didn’t mean red-gold, but reddish-gold.

Because back then people didn’t say strawberry blond. What we nowadays consider strawberry blond, is typically much lighter too and much less vidid colour than hair women from Catherine’s family had. 

And yes, more women in Catherine’s family had this hair. At first I thought one or two. But after long research, it’s more like-which woman in her family didn’t have this hair? Her mum, her daughter Mary I, her sister Juana I, her sister Isabella, her nieces Catherine of Austria, Queen of Portugal, Empress Isabella of Portugal and I could go on.

You must be confused now. Surely, you’ve seen the potraits of those women and you recall most women in her family had brown hair.

Not so fast! There exists lesser known phenomenon occuring in 15th and 16th century potraits(and few iluminations), which causes hair pigments to go various shades of brown. Usually dark brown, that is why it is called darkening of pigments. I even found suggestion of one of reddening of pigments, but just with potraits of Catherine Parr, so I don’t think that was as common occurance as with darkening of pigments.

it’s so common, I don’t get how come most of historians are oblivious to this! 

How confusing must it be when you’re reading period descriptions of Isabella I of Castille-where she is described as having golden hair, or hair mixture of gold and red, and then see portraits which show raven?

Clearly one or other must be wrong! 

Personally, I call the shade of hair of Catherine of Aragon  “dark golden strawberry blond”. Frankly, because I don’t know how else to describe it. Liquid gold? Literally gold-like?

In times when no modern dyes were available, she had this most amazing vivid, fantastical colour! 

By the way, across Europe usually when people refered to golden hair, according to my research, they actually refer to some shade of strawberry blond hair, rather than blond. At least from c.mid 15th century. 

It was the most desirable hair colour and Catherine’s fair white skin and blue eyes were also period ideal. She trully had angelic looks, and many female saints from this time are depicted with similiar looks. 

When she came to England she was described as pleasantly round, and we can see it in her portrait by Sittow, that she wasn’t skinny. Ill-meaning tongues would call her chubby or fat nowadays, but I am of opinion that having few extra pounds is actually healthier than being too skinny and that this trend of promoting girls becoming anorexic is very unhealthy.

It is well-known that Catherine was on short side, though we don’t know how short exactly. Tudor average for woman was around 5′0′’-5′2′’, so she was probably close to 5′ and hence whole one feet shorter than her husband who was cca 6′2′’. Henry’s red hair on other hand are no myth, he was ginger. But even few of his potrait darkened and show him with brown hair, and iluminations too.

There is second reason why myth of her auburn or red hair spread besides people wrongly using term auburn:

-Discoloured varnish

On first glance another potrait of Catherine by Sittow(Madonna with Child or Virgin Mary) seems like it isn’t discoloured.

But put them side by side:

And suddenly it is very obvious. The discoloured varnish is still on the left painting and such varnish can significantly change colours underneath. Most notable it is on the skin, but hair is affected too.

I’ll get more into potraits of women in her family later on. But to give you idea how bad is the histrical innacuracy using photoshop:

Juana or possibly Maria as child/teen:(since Mary I had her mother’s nose tip as child, and it was visible, Catalina’s should be clearly visible as child too. It can be either Maria or Juana and we know Juana had nose this narrow.)

-on left, unphotoshopped original                       -on right: phottoshoped version

#catherine of aragon #historical potraits

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luna’s night sky [ masterlist ]

aren’t the stars beautiful tonight? here, you’ll find the night sky in its pure, unadulterated form. the stars shine upon you, and it’s up to you to pick your favourites.

note: all smut fics involving bnha students are aged-up aus of them as adults. all fics are female reader unless otherwise denoted; headcanons are all gender neutral unless denoted.

back to navi | my only bsd work | please request

KEY:

- fic: 5k+

- one-shot: 1-4k

- drabble: less than 1k

- series: compiled one-shots

- ✰: gender neutral reader

- ♥︎: personal favourite

stars [ fics & one-shots ]

↳ STUDENTS:

denki kaminari  —

one-shots:

✰ the scrapbook documenting denki kaminari and his experiences with love, subtlety, and volumes of manga. (sfw, fluff, little angst, friends to lovers, oblivious!reader)

↳ maybe through the comic book pages and cartoonish panels, kaminari can find love. it may not be what either of you were looking for in the first place - but hey, manga and your best friend? it’s a pretty good deal.

eijirou kirishima  —

drabbles:

✰ a carp on the cutting board. (sfw, melancholic fluff, loner!reader)

izuku midoriya  —

one-shots:

✰ bloom again (舞い落ちる花びら). (sfw, angst, major character death, hanahaki au, flower quirk!reader) 

↳ you bloomed izuku, and blossomed his love. now he’s falling, falling like beautiful cherry blossom petals. how long will it be until he hits the ground?

✰ first love & letter (ラブレター). (sfw, fluff)

↳ speaking was never your strong suit. but put pen on paper, and it seemed worlds of feelings opened up to you. the problem? you weren’t sure if this would apply to the letter you’d written izuku, your long-time crush.

katsuki bakugou  —

fics:

✰ it’s too cold outside for angels to fly. (sfw, fluff, angst, pro-hero!bakugou, angel quirk!reader)  

↳ you were your parents’ perfect angel. you listened, and you followed. you didn’t become a pro-hero, you stayed inside per your parents’ request. it was okay if you couldn’t fly; or, at least it was, before katsuki bakugou came along...

✰ dolce (sweetly, softly, gently). (sfw, fluff, light angst, e2l, accompanist/violinist!bakugou, violinist!reader) ♥︎

↳ being a soloist is not made easy by your new accompanist, bakugou. you step on each other’s toes when playing - but that’s alright, he’s just a pianist. you’re separated in your two worlds of musical instruments, until one day, you’re not. bakugou traverses over realms like a simple string crossing, and there’s a lot more he’s brought with him.

✰ call it fate (or a christmas miracle). (sfw, fluff, some angst, bodyguard!au, fake dating, “and there was one bed”)

↳ things had gotten boring with bakugou as your bodyguard. it was only until an interesting proposal by the man that things seemed to change. well, maybe a little too much would change.

one-shots:

13 minutes. (nsfw, smut, pwp, pro-hero!bakugou, manager!reader)

↳ you don’t have many complaints being both the manager and girlfriend of pro-hero ground zero. in fact, you reap the benefits of being both...

✰ it takes two. (sfw, fluff, minimal angst, pro-hero!bakugou, clone quirk au)

↳ there’s another, much more charming bakugou at your door. but do you prefer him over your angry gremlin? nah, not really.

series:

✰ yours, senpai. (sfw, minimal angst, fluff, pro-hero!bakugou, manager!reader) | mine, kouhai. (nsfw, smut, pwp,  pro-hero!bakugou, manager!reader) 

↳ as much as you enjoy being bakugou’s manager, there are some days when the fanservice can be too much for even you to handle.

drabbles:

✰ 00:00. (sfw, fluff, a thing for new years!)

✰ dark chocolate caramel. (sfw, fluff, friends to lovers)

shouto todoroki  —

one-shots:

so show me. (nsfw, fluff, smut, established relationship!au, pro-hero!shouto)

↳ sometimes, all you need is shouto and a whole lotta love.

drabbles:

✰ soba, boba, and things that go on in a konpa. (sfw, fluff, friends to lovers)

tenya iida  —

series:

golden hour. (nsfw, fluff, smut, pwp) | witching hour. (nsfw, smut, pwp, college!au)

↳ being friends with benefits with tenya iida has gotten you into numerous scenarios. honestly, what’s life without a little fun?

drabbles:

perfection. (nsfw, smut, fluff, chubby!reader)

yo shindou  —

one-shots:

✰ cherry-blossomed lookalike. (FEATURING IZUKU MIDORIYA, sfw, angst, high school!au)

↳ like the falling cherry blossom petals, izuku midoriya seems to fall for you. as if it’s gravity, there’s nothing shindou can do to stop it. 

drabbles:

✰ broken ornaments, broken hearts.  (FEATURING IZUKU MIDORIYA, sfw, angst, part of the cherry-blossomed lookalike universe)

↳ PRO-HEROES:

enji todoroki  —

drabbles:

✰ of flames and flowers. (sfw, fluff, flower quirk!reader)

keigo takami  —

fics:

✰ starless fairy tales. (FEATURING KATSUKI BAKUGOU, sfw, angst-fluff-angst combo)

↳ you had a fairy tale love with bakugou until your prince became the villain for vague reasons. in a moment of serendipity, you find a new prince, hawks, who just might take you high enough to reach the stars you’d so longed for. sometimes your dreams are only a train ride and a couple elevator trips away.

one-shots:

birds (not) of a feather. (nsfw, smut, pwp, enemies with benefits, pro-hero!reader)

↳ there’s a fine line between love and hate, and you’re pretty sure the line between hawks and you is blurred. 

toshinori yagi —

one-shots:

lust & love & light rain. (nsfw, smut, pwp)

↳ there are some quirks that even all might can’t handle.

↳ VILLAINS:

tomura shigaraki  —

one-shots:

✰ offer up your heart! (sfw, fluff)

↳ you hold his heart in your hands. one day, he wishes he can finally hold you.

protostars [ headcanons ]

denki kaminari  —

reactions to a s/o who loves to read (sfw)

eijirou kirishima  —

reactions to reader being bullied (sfw)

reactions to reader with a chronic illness overworking themselves (sfw)

reactions to reader being shy with physical affection (sfw)

reactions to a s/o who loves to read (sfw)

reactions to a s/o having a bad day (sfw)

hanta sero  —

reactions to a s/o having a bad day (sfw)

reactions to reader being shy with physical affection (sfw)

hitoshi shinsou  —

reactions to reader being shy with physical affection (sfw)

izuku midoriya  —

dom/sub tendencies (nsfw)

dating hcs (sfw)

reactions to an apathetic and independent s/o (sfw)

reactions to a s/o being the adoptive child of a pro-hero (sfw)

reactions to a s/o with a titan quirk (sfw)

katsuki bakugou  —

dom/sub tendencies (nsfw)

reactions to reader being bullied (sfw)

being with a pregnant reader (sfw)

reactions to reader with a chronic illness overworking themselves (sfw)

reactions to reader being shy with physical affection (sfw)

reactions to an innocent-looking but sassy s/o (sfw)

dating hcs (sfw)

reactions to a s/o having a bad day (sfw)

reactions to a s/o being the adoptive child of a pro-hero (sfw)

reactions to a s/o with a titan quirk (sfw)

keigo takami  —

reactions to reader with a chronic illness overworking themselves (sfw)

reactions to reader being shy with physical affection (sfw)

shouto todoroki  —

dom/sub tendencies (nsfw)

reactions to an innocent-looking but sassy s/o (sfw)

dating hcs (sfw)

reactions to an apathetic and independent s/o (sfw)

reactions to a s/o being the adoptive child of a pro-hero (sfw)

reactions to a s/o with a titan quirk (sfw)

#navi #m.list #bnha x reader #bnha smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #iida x reader #iida smut #todoroki x reader #todoroki smut #bnha headcanon #hawks smut #hawks x reader #midoriya x reader #keigo takami #todoroki shouto #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou

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My Fallen 1:One Shot Demon Hanzo X Chubby Oblivious Dark Angel OC X Demon Jesse

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am back with another chapter and this one was requested off of Wattpad by ThisPandaChild who was the first one to request my oc Michelle who will be the Oc on this possible mini smut series. We will be starting off with me as a fallen angel as panda child your request I did not know what you meant by dark angel but fallen angel works for a scenario so yeah :D I hope you all enjoy this chapter here my friends!]

(Michelle's pov)

I sigh as I look down at the glass I was cleaning. "Well yeah that's what I'm saying. I don't even know what happened to get me kicked out l" I mutter a little annoyed but also confused, saddened. "I guess I was just to ugly for haven" I joke as the man I was serving, Jesse, looked up.

"I hate hearin' you talk 'bout yourself like that darlin'. you know that." He said looking at me as he grabbed my writs

"Jesse.." "I mean you r beautiful, your enchanting, I would move heaven and earth for ya."

"I thought i was supposed to be the one flirting form a tip."

He smirked at me. I knew he was a demon and well. He was never mean to me or tried to kill me. So I did not see the problem. He always tip good and was kind so I did not mind him so much.

"What are you doing though Jesse?" I ask confused as he pinned me to the table those eyes on me, we were the last people in the diner and I was confused why he have me pinned to a table.

"you're beautiful Darlin' I love everything about you, everything.." he said as he pulled off my shirt leaning down and licking up my stomach as I turned red as I shudder as his hands grip my thighs.

"I love how grabable you are, I love when you blush, I love how you smell..I love, seeing how you squirm under me."

"Jesse.. I Ohhhhh~" I say as he took on of my nipples into his mouth.

I did not understand he was a demand and I was a fallen angel. It made no sense at all. Why would he be interested in me.

"Like these love handles, gives me just enough to grab~ To hold onto my Darling~" He says.

I blushed as he kissed me as his hands trailed my entire body as I moan before he pulls away biting my lip.

"I've wanted to hold you for so long Darlin', I wanted to make you feel as beautiful as I see you. I want to make you mine and no one else's." He said his voice deep at the last part.

I shudder it was clear now how he felt and why I was pinned to the table. I had to admit he was very cute. But... I am a ang- I was a angel of heaven... So ....I could do this now.

"What will you do to me?" I ask blushing and he smirks.

"I think you know, but in short...I'm gonna make you scream for me~" he said smirking as he lowered himself biting my stomach as he pulled down his own pants, yet he never pulled away from biting, licking and marking my skin

I knew Demons were possessive and loved to mark but this was oh~ So much better than I thought~ He then ripped off my skirt and panties and I gasped as cold air hits my woman hoof and I shudder in want. I am wet and that cool air makes me even more wet.

I feel him place a hand over my mouth, a finger gently probing me. "Can I darling?" He asked as I look up at him.

"Please.." he smirked as he pushed a finger in as I grip onto him.

"Hey you're okay, you're doing fantastic honeydew. So good. So wet for me~" he said as he pushed another inside of me.

I tried to keep my moans in as I but my lip god it felt so good but it felt strange too and a bit sore.

"I know it hurts darling... here.." I feel him still his hand as he kissed my neck muttering praises onto the skin as he I moaned softly and buck my hips as he smirked and moved his two fingers, spreading them inside me as I moaned as I felt my body suddenly tighten before feeling a snapping sensation before feeling my mind go kind of fuzzy as I watch Jesse pull out and lick his fingers clean, all while looking at me

I pant and looked at him and he had this hungry look in his eyes that made me shudder.

"Ready for the main course?" He asks and lines his cock up with me. God it was so big.

I felt scared as he leaned in kissing me as he used my cum as a way of getting himself wet. "It'll feel good." He said kissing me head

He thrusts in and I felt my hymen tear. I gripped onto him tight and cling to him digging my nails in his back.

"good job Darling good job." He said stroking my face. "you're already done the hard part."

He then begins to thrust and I moaned in slight discomfort and very much pleasure. I arched into him and wanted more of this but did not know how to ask.

He looked at me. "You want more darling?" He asked as I could only nod blushing. "Alright, good girl~" he said as he thrust faster as he gripped onto me

I moaned and did my best to meet his thrusts. He pounded into me hard and fast and I could feel a coil winding up in my gut as I pant and moan loudly gripping his hair. His hate on the floor. He grabbed onto me, practically pushing me into the table even more than I already was as I could hear it creaking under us. I wrapped my legs around him and then he bit my neck causing me to cum and for him to cum inside me with one finally thrust that broke the table. I wanted as I look up at him before I hear the door open

"Mccree Why are you so late." I hear a snarl.

Oh shit another demon.

[This is the first part there will be more with Hanzo demon and Jesse Demon. We hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy!]

#yandere #yandere jesse mccree #yandere hanzo shimada #yandere mccree #yandere hanzo #yandere overwatch skins #yandere overwatch #yandere one shots #part 1 #one shot #overwtach #overwacth skin #jesse mccree #demon jesse mccree #jesse mccree x oc #OC #oc me #oc michelle #michelle oc #hanzo shimada x oc #hanzo shimada #demon hanzo #chubby oblivious dark angel

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My fav 3 versions/interpretations of South Park characters thing!

I’m so sorry this took much longer than anticipated, I was gonna do it Friday but then I had a panic attack for the first time in forever because my CFS have been real bad lately and I was in such bad shape my BFF had to come and smack me back to life, and Sunday was suddenly full on breakdown day, a bad BPD episode and yeah, it was rough, but today I’m doing better and I realize nobody really cares about my personal issues lol but I just have a need to excuse myself here and I realize that’s kinda dumb but here we are ANYWAYS I hope these are okay, and that these are in no way the RIGHT interpretations, just my personal favorites! 

Kyle:

suggested by the wonderful  @otherluces <3

#1 

I’m not gonna lie, I love nerdy, preppy Kyle. Sweater-vests, collard shirts, doesn’t realize how attractive he is Kyle, oblivious to people having crushes on him Kyle, set on Harvard to become a lawyer and fight for justice and argue for a living, yanno? 

#2 

I also really like the more dorky and nerdy Kyle, where he has really niché interests that he gets totally invested in and talks about 24/7, loves reading and studying, but not just to get good results, but because he genuinly enjoys it.

#3

The last version I can think of with him, is the tall, lanky and kinda hard to read Kyle. He keeps a lot of his feelings to himself, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have them. He plays basketball, he’s good at it too, and while he does well in school and everyone expects him to go into law, he has some totally different dream he keeps to himself for now. He kinda perks up a bit when in smaller crowds, esp with his cloest friends, but he still carries a lot of secrets that some time needs to come out.

Tweek:

suggested by my new fren  @soft-craig-and-tweek ^^

I like Tweek in so many ways these were hard to pick, but I’mma try to narrow it down a bit and not go totally off haha

#1

I actually quite enjoy the jagged, tired Tweek, the one who with help from friends and family manage to get off the meth his parents feed him secretly, but who still struggle with withdrawal, dark bags under his eyes, kinda pale and with sharp features, but he’s still a sweet and kind boy, a boy who wants to make the right choices and change the world to a better place, but who still has a darkness he carries, and the fact that he never gives up that fight is what makes him so special 

#2

and okay I have to be honest, I do love myself some sunshine boy Tweek. This Tweek still has issues, he is maybe even more anxious than the last one, but he’s also just as vibrant and energetic as he is anxious! He is an artist, he paints with bright colors, he composes beautiful, hopeful melodies, he feels everything so much,  and he is a contagious and exciting person to be around. Cannot dress for the life of him. So much mis-match and odd outfits, but it kinda works? 

#3

The last one I’m gonna mention for this wonderful boy, is the more alternative Tweek. He writes obscure poetry, he watches too many conspiracy theory videos on youtube, he draws the monsters in his mind, and he writes the scariest, most hauntingly beautiful stories on the internet, and people online love him. He has no idea how to deal with being popular in that sense, because irl he is the type to not belong to a certain friend group, but he does go along well with most people on a surface level. Dark circles, shaky hands, crooked and cute smiles, baggy t-shirts and ripped jeans. When he first opens up to someone, he really, really does, and he will always support and be there for you. If you deserve it, that is. 

Nichole: 

also suggested by  @soft-craig-and-tweek <3 

#1

I love nerdy Nichole who isn’t afraid to show it! Maybe she’s a streamer or youtube gamer even, I can def see her writing fanfiction, and being hella good at it too! Makes quite a name for herself online, and hangs out with the boys a lot irl, has game nights with the boys from Board Girls (even Cartman sometimes), is funny in a sarcastic way, but never mean. 

#2

Popular girl Nichole is also a favorite for me, but not in the “classical” sense. I imagine her to be a sporty, maybe on both the basket and volleyball team, captain for the basket one, she’s a born leader, she’s kind and fair, but can also be strict, and people always trust her to be honest and true.  

#3

Artsy Nichole!! I imagine her in bright yellow dresses and with her hair flowing and free, with flowers in her hair, freckles on her face, a big, genuine smile, a loud laughter that is so contagious, she loves spending time with Jimmy because they have a very similar humor, and she’s a theater kid, she sings like an angel and can act, oh boy can she act, she can make anyone laugh or cry in just a blink of an eye, she’s just a human sun-ray and I love her a lot 

Butters: 

suggested by @kinguidamundo, thank you so much!! 

#1

I love edgy Butters soooo much??? Like, he’s still a kind and bright boy, but he can also stand up for himself a lot more, he likes fashion a lot, he gets tattoos and piercings, he explores tons of ways to express himself, he’s a yes-dude, he goes out on dates a lot, but isn’t ready for a “real” relationship yet, but he enjoys meeting people and testing out himself around different types of people! Also he is a bi icon change my mind jk u can’t 

#2

I have a weak spot for the kind of soft and timid looking Butters too, who wears pastel colors and have big, innocent eyes, he is genuine and kind, but he carries something darker inside, something he isn’t sure how to deal with, something that scares him, but in reality it’s just normal feelings, anger, resentment and fear, but he’s lived his life ignoring them so much they catch him off guard at times. He learns to live with them slowly, and he does so with lots of help and patience from friends and loved ones. 

#3

Okay, last one, totally self-indulging here, but yeah, happy sunflower boy is also a big favorite. He is more confident than the previous version, but in a gullible way if that makes any sense? He believes the best in people, and if he is proven wrong, he’s willing to try to help them become better people, if they want to or not! This is honestly the version I love most with Stan, Butters being the ray of sunshine in Stan’s life and Stan being the realism to keep Butters grounded and them both supporting each other so much? Fuck yeah that’s the good stuff. 

Clyde:

suggested by @horrorpumpkin, ty sm friend! <3 

#1

Himbo Clyde!!! Jock dude who genuinely loves sports, he’s a team player, and while he might not be super intellectual, he is very socially smart, he is kind and empathic, he is funny and likable, he always tries his best to make everyone feel included, and while he loves chicks a lot, and is a sexual dude, he does it with nothing but respect and admiration for the ladies! 

#2

Bisexual disaster Clydeeee <3 obv being bi isn’t a personality trait, but he is very open about it, he wants to be confident and good at flirting, but goddamn is he a MESS! He’s also a huge supporter of every single relationship his friends is in, he loves love, in all shapes and forms, he is emotional and kind and awkward in an endearing way. 

#3

Can’t leave out crybaby Clyde, can we now? He’s a bit of an awkward bean as well, but he owns it a bit more. He is kinda like a puppy, a cute, excitable and emotional puppy who loves his friends, video games and lazy movie nights, kinda chubby, he loves baking and does it a lot with Tweek, he is also a huge nerd for Harry Potter and totally geek out over it with Kyle and Nichole sdhlksgdhl

Kenny: 

suggested by anon! 

#1

First up I guess I should put my high school AU Kenny. I know it’s controversial, but I imagine this Kenny to be more on the quiet side, but not really in a shy way. He’s just a bit of an observer who doesn’t speak unless he really sees fit, and while he still has his crude humor and is kinda rumored to be sleeping around a lot, he actually struggle with intimacy issues. He never imagined them to include sexual stuff, but turns out they do, and balancing being sexually open and curious and having these issues ain’t easy on the boy, let me tell you that. 

#2

This one is kinda heavily inspired by Luces, but I love him as kind and loyal, but also a bit more chatty and charming, but not for his own gain. He wants others to feel good about themselves, in social settings, his friends, during sexy times, he is selfless and good, but he is also living for the moment, he is a likable and wonderful guy, but he does still only REALLY open up emotionally to people he really trusts. Not traditionally attractive, but interesting looking in a way. Lots of freckles, bit of buck teeth with a big gap between his front teeth, messy kinda curly hair, long straight nose. Always wears baggy hoodies and worn out jeans, shrugs and gives that lopsided smile when people ask him about anything personal.

#3

Mysterious Kennyyyy. You think you know him, everyone does, but in reality, very few have seen the real him. He likes people, and he likes to help them, he’s always down to listen to people’s problems and help them, he wants to inspire kids like himself to never give up and think there’s only one path for them, because he knows there is not. Volunteers at the animal shelter with Stan, works part time at Tweek Bro’s and is good buddies with Tweek. Had a early sexual debut, slept around a bit and got his heart broken unexpectedly when he was a Freshman, so there are some walls there now, but he ain’t usually one to turn down someone who’s up for it and whom with he has good chemistry either. 

#kyle broflovski #tweek tweak #nichole daniels #leopold butters stotch #butters stotch #clyde donovan #kenny mccormick #south park #south park headcanon #south park headcanons #sp #South Park tag #sp kenny #sp butters #sp clyde #sp nichole #sp tweek #sp kyle

[sleepyxdarling]

Little mouse (karasuno volleyball team x male reader)

Something other than BNHA woah I know lol

This will be talked about sometimes during this series but reader has a feminine body as well as more plump parts (wide hips, thick thighs and ass)

Warning: story contains yandere behavior, my lack of volleyball knowledge

You were a mouse that crows love to eat...worst part was that you didn't know you were a prey. When you joined the team you weren't really anything to gawk at besides your curvy 5'7 body and adorable baby face. It was when you spoke that shocked them.

"I'm a middle blocker and I will make sure I do my best so let me join please!"

Everyone stared at Hinata and tsukishima as if gauging their reaction to another middle blocker but tsukishima scoffs while Hinata simply smiled and patted your shoulder

"I'll teach you all my tricks so you can be the best! You won't be better than me though haha I'm the decoy!"

"really? That so cool! Can you show me some time? You're shoyo Hinata right?"

That was the first time you were prey to a crow..hinata stared at you in shock and this felt different than anything he ever felt before and a surge of warmth filled his chest.

why did you suddenly sound so sweet and cute to him..why was he feeling so vulnerable? Ever since then he changed...he got a lot more playful when you're around and he made sure to practice extra hard.

The next crow was nishinoya..he was practicing and the ball flew over the net to try and hit a water bottle just to see if he could so as an impulse you ran and jumped high before spiking the ball down. You jumped so high your full body was quite above the net and you spiked the ball so hard down it created a loud boom sound.

He was smitten..

"woah! That was amazing! You're small but mighty! If Hinata is the tiny giant then you should be..hmm the soaring crow! Or maybe flying squirrel! Maybe firework? maybe something cooler than that..we'll work on it!"

"Haha thanks senpai but it's fine really..but yeah jumping is fun" you said softly and laughs.

That's what did it for him..you called him senpai..he was your senpai. He loved your laugh..so cute. He couldn't help but yank you into a hug while his hands wrapped around your waist.. amazing. Your body felt way better than any girl.

Slowly one by one each boy found themselves hungry for your adorable laughs and smiles..all of them besides tsukishima and kageyama. It was time for the trip to Japan to practice with other teams and you were really sleepy. That's when you got them.

All of them wanted to sit with you but you sit next to kageyama..damn. kageyama wasn't a fan of you since Hinata would constantly ask him if you could be the setter for a match..it was weird how he wanted you two to be a combo duo. Kageyama looked the window when the drive started..he soon felt something on his shoulder and that's when he saw you cuddled up to him with your head on his shoulder.

He was going to wake you when he noticed several glares in his direction as soon as he attempted to so he left you Alone. He didn't understand why the others adored you..your soft innocent face did nothing for him when it came to feelings.

Those plump soft lips, small but bruised up hands, those thick thighs that he found himself eyeing as his eyes landed on your wide hips..it was as if your body wanted to be a female..hips like those were made for childbirth or something. As you groaned softly and gripped his arm he found his eyes softening at the sight of your flushed chubby cheeks and he moved hair from your face and at that point he was whipped....fuck.

You stayed like that the entire trip and kageyama was able to hold your hand as well Since you were so out of it..so cute. He found himself wanting to take in this sweet scent forever.

When the bus stopped he groaned to himself before he slowly shook you awake. You sat up and yawned before rubbing your eyes while looking around only to see eyes on you. You gave a nervous laugh

"did I snore or something?" You mumbled out only to get a bunch of frantic answers

"no no angels don't snore"

"you were perfect!"

"snore? Not possible!"

You laughed it off and got off the bus but the moment you looked at the building a wave of nervousness hit you hard. You played volleyball all your life...played official matches for middle and elementary school..but this was your first high school match despite it not being official.

You held your stomach as the others got off the bus and you went to nishinoya before you leaned down and put your head on his shoulder.

"noyaaaaa...I think I'm gonna pukkke"

The short libero tensed up as he rubbed your back while also unsure of what to do. He pulled you back before putting your forehead against his.

"woah! You need to cool off stressing like this is giving you a fever" he said softly and you two locked eyes for a moment before Hinata and kageyama roughly yanked you back while glaring at the male.

Things were getting tense and you could feel it as a stare down was happening. You didn't understand why though.. oblivious you.

"h..hey guys! Come on let's go" you said nervously with a laugh. You gulped and held your stomach as you let out a low groan which caused the fighting to stop immediately as they all looked at you before daichi sighs "[name]..go to bed the rest of us will play a few matches.."

"but captain!"

"no buts..do it.." he said as he walked up to you and placed a hand on your forehead while his eyes had a gentle look to them.

"you have a fever...get some sleep"

You huff as you got settled while the others got changed..the tense air grew before Hinata broke it.

"how come nishinoya got to run [name]'s back and craddle him!" He huffs out angrily.

"not my fault they felt comfortable with me rather than you!"

"daichi got to touch his head!"

"don't drag me into this Tanaka I'm more concerned about kageyama and [name] cuddling..what relationship do you have with him?"

"they sat next to me! What was I supposed to do!? I didn't wanna wake them up"

Coach ukai watched for a while.. lately he's been letting daichi lead his team how he wants but this was getting out of hand..you were going to split the team apart at this point.

Ukai clapped his hands before glaring at his team. He was tired of this and knew they needed to work this out before they kill each other cause the glares they had were like nothing he ever seen before.

"raise your hand if you are in love with [name]"

Every hand except tsukishima went up..oh dear. Ukai had to think of a way to get the team to work together..and he just thought of it.

"you guys are fighting over [name] when your real enemies are the other teams! [Name] is a treasure and you guys need to work together to protect him! Be his knights! Why fight over him when you can share him?! Winning and showing whose the best is a way of showing power!"

There was silence and all of them seemed to have this amazing idea...share..you. they would do just that..all of their eyes seemed to gain a determined gleam as daichi took over.

"if this is going to work we need rules! I know [name] can love all of us! We can all kiss and hold him just like we want! What do you say team?"

The boys cheers before going to discuss rules and guidelines. Tsukishima walked over to ukai who looked worried.

"coach...I think you created a harem of beasts" the blonde said with a shake if his head and ukai eyes tsukishima curiously.

"why don't you like [name]?" He asked out and the male scoffs "as if I would love that fatass..don't lump me with these weirdos" he said and walked away from his team and went to find where he and the others would be sleeping.

As he walked his breathing got slightly more excited and he opened the room door where the team was supposed to sleep only to find you sleeping peacefully.

Tsukishima took off his glasses before he put them in his pocket and he crawled ontop of your sleeping body. He leaned down before placing his lips onto yours..so cute.

"[name]...one day I'll kiss you when you're awake..for now take these sleepy kisses from me" he whispers out before he kissed along your neck leaving hickies and bites..mostly to piss off the others.

"as if I'll share you.. you're mine..mine to kiss..mine to touch..mine to have" he whispers out and licks the marks he made on you.

He straddled you and took out his phone before taking pictures and putting them in a secret folder he had...a file of over 3,000 pictures of you. From you changing to you just practicing or even some of you eating. He put his phone away before leaning down to kiss your delicious lips again..he wished you would kiss back. He slipped his hands under your shirt feeling how warm your body was..you did have a fever.

"I'm sorry [name]..I have to pretend to hate you to throw them off my tracks..you understand don't you? Yeah of course you do.." he whispers as he lifted your shirt and kissed your chest but heard a voice outside the room.

"I'm gonna check on [name]"

Fuck.

Before he could move the door opened and asahi was staring at the scene his smile turning into a look of hate...he saw your sleeping body.. tsukishima ontop of you.. those dark marks on your neck. All of this was too much for him and out of rage he threw the male off you and out the room before he looked at you...how could you sleep through that? You must be quite sick and tired..

He kneeled down and saw your lips were a little red from tsukishima roughly kissing them..asahi was usually a nice guy but his mind filled with ideas of killing tsukishima. He touched your neck softly and gave a soft hum "I'm sorry I wasn't here to protect you" he whispers before walking out the room and glaring at tsukishima before dragging him away to the gym..it was up to daichi what is to be done with him.

#anime imagines #yandere imagines #haikyuu!! #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu imagines

[unabashegirl]

Enticing (19)

Author’s note: Hi guys — I hope you are all having a wonderful night. There is not much to tell. We are still stuck in quarantine since the number of infected is still on the rise.

Let me know how everyone is doing! My birthday is right around the corner.

Also, had anyone seen the kid that vlogs, talks and laughs like David? I've seen the videos and he has copied all his mannerisms. It's so odd.

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Y/N is oblivious to why David hates his father so much. It doesn't feel right to ask about such a deep-rooted issue. She only hopes that when the time is right and he reaches out.

"How come you never told me about your father?" David breaks the silence that has settled within the car. Interestingly enough, they have never talked about their families. They've talked about politics, art, traveling, and plenty of other things.

"I don't really know" She shrugs, there isn't a specific reason to why Y/N has kept the death of her father in the dark. She wasn't hiding it from anyone. It was just hard for her to talk about him without getting chocked up.

"Tell me about him" David's thumb continues to stroke the side of her thigh. It is mostly for his comfort. He enjoys her soft skin against his fingertips.

"My dad was wonderful. My mom to this day says that he was an average lover, but a magnificent father" Y/N swallows back, trying to control her emotions. "I had a great childhood. I wouldn't change a thing. I was spoiled, loved, and cared for" David remains quiet as he thinks about his own father. "We found out about his cancer during my freshman year of college. I begged him to let me stay just so I could take care of him. He was too selfless and forced me to leave" Y/N just wishes she had more time with him. She wishes that they had gone out more frequently to fish. It was his favorite hobby.

Mr. Y/L/N just progressively got sick after being diagnosed. It was aggressive and all her family could do was sit around and pray for the best. It essentially metastasized to his brain and lungs and left him in bed. His brain tumor made him lose his short term memory. It also caused him to lose the movement of the side of his body. The man in that bed those last few weeks wasn't her father. The tumor made him disoriented and confused. She still held his hand until his last breath. He died of respiratory failure on a very early morning.

"I am sorry" It isn't until David takes her hand in his that she realizes that she is silently crying. She smiles through her tears and quickly wipes them off her face.

"I guess it's just hard to accept the fact that he will never be there. He will miss my wedding and he will miss the birth of his grandchildren. He'll never get to see me as a fully grown adult" Y/N hates thinking about it, but someone will always be missing. "I still have my mom though."

He doesn't know what to say or respond. He feels like an actual dick for complaining about his father. Her father had died and there is nothing she can do to bring him back. Whilst he has his father very alive and all they do is fighting.

"What about your family?" They have just crossed to Queens. They are behind schedule. They had stopped for a coffee and a snack. Henry was also fuzzy since he isn't used to staying in his car seat for so long.

"Where do I start? My mother is an angel sent from heaven. I have a young sister named Allison. She is a lawyer. She just recently got engaged to Nate. He is in medical school. Lastly, there is my father. He used to be CEO of the company too" Y/N knows that she shouldn't, but she is still pretty nervous to meet the Dobrik clan. She just wants to make a great first impression.

"When is your sister getting married?" Mr. Dobrik senior didn't approve of Nathaniel. He worried that Nathaniel wouldn't be able to provide for his daughter. Nate was a bit lost and hadn't decided on what to study when he had proposed to Allison. Mr. Dobrik called him out and treated him like trash. David had to step in and ask his father to back off.

"Hopefully soon. My dad doesn't approve of Nathaniel" David explains, "He thinks he isn't enough for her. He says Nate is just common and ordinary" He rolls his eyes. David just doesn't understand the necessity that his father has for controlling everyone's lives.

"As long as they love one other, the rest doesn't matter" David smiles at his girlfriend's words as he continues the drive. His father can be impolite and make anyone feel very small. David just hopes that he doesn't overstep this time around.

While growing up, Mr. Dobrik always emphasized the importance of investing money in property. At the beginning that's what the house at the Hamptons was. None of the family members ever imagined the great joy and memories that it would give them. As soon as school was out Mrs. Dobrik would gather the kids in the car and move to the house.

During college it became that hang out place for David's friends. They would all fly in and stay at the mansion. Now it's the place where the family spends long weekends, holidays and summers. It doesn't matter the season or the temperature outside. The Hamptons house is the sanctuary of the Dobriks.

"David wait!" Y/N stops him before he can get out of the car. The palms of her hands are sweating and her legs feel wobbly. He let's go of the handle of the car and shift his body to face her. He can read her with just a glimpse of her face. "I'm scared" she exhales, "What if they hate me or don't approve?"

"Their impressions or opinions about you won't phase me or stir me away from you, baby" He holds her hands, "I would love for you guys to get along, but I also know how difficult they can be" David kisses her hands trying to ease her thoughts. He hopes his father keeps his comments to himself. He knows he will protect her at all costs. "Ready?"

She nods and gives him a small smile. David leans over and gives her a chaste kiss.

David is the first out of the car. He carries what is left of his venti Americano under his arm as he opens the trunk of the car. Y/N gets out a few seconds after him after taking a few deep breaths. She stretches out her legs and gathers the wrappers and trash that has accumulated in the car for the last two hours.

Y/N had planned out their trip based on Henry's naps. They arrive perfectly in time to wake him up from his last nap. She throws the diaper bag over her shoulder before moving to the seats in the back. Y/N doesn't want to wake him up abruptly since she knows how mad he can get. Plus, the whole point of planning their arrival at this time is for Henry to be happy and in his best mood to greet his grandparents.

"Hi baby" She whispers as she takes him out of his seat and into her arms. Y/N wraps a fluffy blanket over his small body before cuddling him close. She runs her index finger over his T-zone to get him to wake him up. Like clockwork, his eyes start fluttering and a small yawn escapes his lips. "How was your nap, bubba?" Y/N asks as she kisses his forehead. Before she can continue to cuddle him, loud squeak peers, through the air.

A younger woman, with dark, shoulder-length hair comes running out of the house towards David. She wears black leggings and a baggy sweater with a top bun.

Allison Dobrik is the spitting image of her older brother with the feminine touch of their mother. She is shorter than David but just as ferocious. She isn't like the girls she used to play with. Allison is independent and very stubborn. She hates when she is compared to her older brother or her father.

"Look at you!" David laughs as he hugs her tightly as he spins her around. The only woman beside her mother and Y/N to call him out in his bullshit is Allison. "God you are heavy" He exhales after setting her back down on the floor.

"Are you calling me fat, asshole?" She asks as she smacks his stomach. "Not all of us have a private gym and chefs" Allison is an environmental lawyer. She spends most of her days advocating for clean technology and climate change law. It is her greatest passion.

"What's mine is yours. I've told you this a million times" Allison rolls her eyes at her older brother. Allison and David text most days and they let each other know about their days. David most days tries to convince her to move back to Manhattan. She currently lives in D.C with her fiance. Henry's cooing causes Allison to turn her attention to his girlfriend. "This is Y/N, -- my girlfriend".

For a second, Allison is taken back and surprised by her older brother's words.

"Hello" Y/N shyly smiles as she tries to get Henry to suck on his pacifier. Allison smiles back at Y/N.

"Hi! It's so nice to meet you!" Allison is very protective of her brother mostly because he is always around dumb and superficial girls. She can perceive by the looks of Y/N that she isn't like the rest. She is different so Allison is willing to give her a chance.

"Likewise" Y/N exhales, content with the first exchange of words. Allison's attention turns to Henry. "Here is your nephew. He is a little bit out of it because he just woke up" Allison smiles widely to the little boy and reaches out for him.

"Hi baby. I missed you! You are so big already!" Allison kisses his chubby cheeks before giving him a gentle hug. "What are you giving him?" She asks surprised at his growth. Allison had been there for the birth of Henry and hadn't seen him since he was two weeks old.

"Just milk" Y/N beams as she tickles his belly with her index finger. David shuts and locks the car before approaching them, carrying the bags.

"and lots of love" He says giving Y/N a quick kiss on the cheek before walking past by. Allison giggles at Y/N's blushed cheeks. Allison instantly finds their small interaction cute. She had never seen his brother be affectionate with another woman.

"Come on" Allison urges her towards the main entrance of the house. Y/N can already hear David yelling their arrival when she walks into the beautiful residence.

Just like most houses a lamp hangs from the ceiling of the house by the entrance. The interior of the house is painted in white. At the right of the entryway staircases are leading upstairs and downstairs. David settles the suitcases by the front door before turning to close the door after Y/N.

"Here" he notices her carrying the diaper bag and some of Henry's blankets and toys.

"I don't mean to be rude or state the obvious, but this house is huge!" She whispers to her boyfriend. David chuckles and intertwines their hands before turning back to Allison who is making faces to Henry.

"Where is the rest of the herd?" Allison laughs and shakes her head at him.

"They are in the living room" She rolls her eyes before leading the way into the living room.

Mrs. Dobrik stands in the bar that is situated on the side of the living room. She is pouring her own cup of red wine when she hears her kids walk in.

"I thought I heard the car!" She says as she places the wine bottle down and faces up. "Hi sweetie!" Mrs. Dobrik beams as she approaches the couple. She is quick to notice them holding hands and the way that Y/N is shyly standing behind David. She cups David's face and kisses both of his cheeks. "I've missed you so much"

"I missed you more" David responds as he hugs her with a single arm. "This is Y/N"...

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[chilling-seavey]

IMAGINE SHIRTLESS DANIEL TAKING THE KIDS TO THE POOL AND EARNING THE LUSTFUL STARES OF ALL THE WOMEN THERE 🥺🥺 I NEED A CUTE + HOT SCENE LIKE THAT PLS 🥺🥺🥺

I was a tad inspired by this pic 😋

Daniel held Clementine’s hand as they walked carefully across the slippery pool deck, her pink frilly one piece swimsuit matching her hair ties that held her dark blonde hair back from her face, Lucy in a matching set with her sister as she sat on Daniel’s hip on his other side. They were quite a cute group of three between the two little girls and their young father, earning a few lingering glances from people around the pool as they passed by.

Florence had stayed home with Penelope who had a cold, meaning their usual weekly family swim was down to three instead of five. Daniel led Clementine over to where she always met her swimming instructor, a young high school student who was arguably Clementine’s favourite person. At just the sight of Nancy, Clementine took of running but Daniel grabbed her arm again,

“No running at the pool, remember?” he said gently.

“Miss Nancy!” Clementine grinned as they approached the already formed group of four other six to eight year olds.

“Sorry we’re late.” Daniel said to the instructor as he helped his eldest sit down carefully on the side of the pool while still holding the nine-month-old in his arms. “I’m on my own today.”

“No worries! You’re right on time!” Nancy assured them.

Daniel thanked her quickly and wished Clementine good luck with a pet to her head before heading over to the baby pool on the other side of the deck.

Lucy absolutely loved water and she nearly wiggled right out of his arms as he waded into the ankle-deep water of the shallow end. Daniel pressed a kiss to her head and held her tighter to keep her from falling as he joined the rest of the baby swim class at the far end where the water was only deep enough to reach his waist. They had been bringing Lucy there since she was five months old for lessons to get her familiar with the water and to help the parents themselves learn the best ways to care for their babies around pools.

Most of the babies in the class still weren’t too thrilled about the idea of being forced into water but Lucy loved it, her shrieking laughter nearly too adorable for the rest of the parents and the instructor, and Daniel could only beam with pride every time she finished a lesson without fault. He loved taking her to swim lessons, giving them a bit of time together away from the rest of the family for just the two of them.

Daniel held her under her chubby little arms so she was facing him and followed the teacher’s instruction to bounce gently to the music and then dunk the baby under the water. They had been taught how to put their faces in the water but never going under completely so Daniel was a little hesitant to just push his nine-month-old in a pool.

So he did it with her; submerging himself and his daughter under the water together for a quick second before coming back up. Lucy just shrieked with laughter, splashing her arms in the water excitedly, little water droplets trickling down her chubby cheeks and sticking her thin blonde hair to her forehead. Daniel could only beam with pride, pulling her close to pepper kisses over her cheek with his own hair plastered down with chlorine water as the rest of the parents in the class looked at them blankly with dry heads and screaming babies.

Music was often incorporated in the swim class to keep the babies’ interest but it also just made it more fun for Daniel too, dancing around with his hands holding up his little water baby as she flailed her arms and legs in her own attempt to swim all by herself as the class walked in a slow circle. Daniel and Lucy were in their own little world together, soaked in chlorine to the tops of their heads and not paying attention to the screams of the other babies in the class or the stares of moms from the pool deck.

Daniel was the youngest parent in the class at only twenty-four and his recent near-daily gym visits the past year had filled him out well, meaning the greedy eyes of women (and even some men) were often stuck on him, especially in the pool with a cute baby on his hip. Daniel was untimely oblivious, too focused on his daughter and too in love with his wife to even acknowledge any other stares from strangers. 

Clementine sure did though.

“Daddy.” she called, dripping wet as her lesson in the big pool just finished and she stood shivering on the pool deck.

Of course, as usual, the baby swim class had already finished but Daniel was having too much fun with Lucy to even want to leave, having spent at least ten extra minutes holding her on his hip as she swatted at a beach ball and they chased after it around the pool.

But the sound of his eldest’s voice had him spinning around towards the pool deck with a cheesy grin on his face, “Coming, sweetheart.”

He carefully made his way out of the toddler pool, Lucy whining in complaint as her tiny body left the water and she clung onto him tighter in the cold air. It was like straight out of a movie as he stepped out onto the pool deck, water cascading down his toned body and he pushed a hand through his wet hair, cute little baby sat on his hip with her arm around his shoulder and her chubby little leg around his waist only drawing more attention to his abs and low sitting swim trunks. The women on the lounge chairs were nearly swooning.

He set the baby on their claimed lounge chair and pulled her little yellow towel poncho over her body, leaving the hood up so Winnie the Pooh’s little ears stuck up on her head, and then wrapped Clementine’s princess towel around her and helped dry her off before tying it around her body.

He scooped Lucy back up onto his hip and Clementine took his hand, shooting daggers at the women around them who were still staring as she said a loud, “Come on, Daddy. Mommy’s waiting for us at home.”

“Ok, ok, angel. I’m coming.” an oblivious Daniel chuckled, following after her towards the public change rooms.

Clementine stuck her nose in the air pridefully as she pulled her handsome young father after her back down the pool deck, perfecting the art of being a protective daughter and claiming what was hers.

#daniel seavey #daniel seavey imagine #why dont we #wdw #why dont we music #why dont we imagines #limelight #anything but mine

[writerkenna]

HP Next Gen Headcanons/Faceclaims

Helena Pomona Lovegood-Longbottom OC (Elle Fanning)

Born May 2006

Parents: Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood

House: Gryffindor

Headcanons:

Somehow exactly like both her parents and completely herself 

Knows all the secret ways to get into the kitchens

Mainly hangs out with Rose, though she can sometimes tolerate James, sometimes

Has a love/hate dynamic with James Potter, which has resulted in a good amount of hexes and the occasional kiss

Best friends with her Dad, whose heart she breaks in year 4 when she asks if their weekly Thursday lunches can be cut to monthly (it’s okay she buys him an ice cream and they have a good laugh about it)

Is very proud of how advanced she is with Herbology when she comes to Hogwarts from all her years of listening to her dad talk about it

Nargles are real, FIGHT HER ON IT!

Has the Longbottom chubby cheeks, which she hated for a long time, until her mum says how much she loves those cheeks on her dad

Has spent a few nights asleep under the stars in the astronomy tower with Rose, which she adores from stargazing nights with her family when she was young

This inspires her to suggest it as a first date location for Albus and Severus, which works brilliantly!

Bisexual 

Albus Severus Rubeus Potter (Logan Lerman)

Born March 2006

Parents: Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley

House: Slytherin 

Headcanons:

Puberty hits him hard with the angst

He spends most of his time being like ‘oh, I’m a Slytherin Potter, my family hates me, I AM the cursed child’ and Harry’s like ‘I literally adore you, now go clean up your snake’s cage’

Yes, he owns a snake. It’s part of the angst

Rose and Scorpius pull him out of that funk by year 3, don’t worry

He probably falls in love with Scorpius the moment he hears him speak French for the first time

His first year, he writes his mum and dad three letters a week. Ginny rolls her eyes and Harry goes completely soft for it

He hopes to be known around school not as Harry Potter’s son, or James’s brother, but instead Rose Granger Weasley’s cousin, for she is legit the smartest person he knows

When he realises he’s gay, he comes out sort of incidentally to Helena first because she finds him by the Great Lake, asks what he’s thinking, and she looks at him so knowingly, he just yells ‘IM GAY’

After he gets out of his angsty stage in life, he finally gets really close with his family again, especially his dad 

In the summer, he, James, Fred, Teddy, Hugo, Louis, all his uncles, his Dad, and Grandpa Arthur all go on a boys trip to Ireland for camping. He starts bringing Scorpius summer after year 5, who gets along amazingly well with Arthur

He is absolutely going to marry Scorpius, which he tells Ginny all the time. When she says they are a bit young to think like that, he’s like ‘literally this whole family married their childhood sweetheart don’t give me no bull’

Soft for his mum and sister

Gay

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy-Belgarde (Mark Lee)

Born January 2006

Parents: Draco Malfoy and Luca Belgarde (OMC-Beauxbatons alum)

House: Slytherin

Headcanons:

Adopted at age two by his dads, but feels despite blood, was somehow always meant to be Draco’s son

Puts a blond glamour on his hair once he starts Hogwarts so everyone knows he’s a Malfoy

Angel baby boy who is both his fathers’ doll

He falls in love with Albus in third year when Albus spends the night  talking about how damned hard it is to have world famous parents. They talk until two in the morning and curse off the Daily Prophet

While he is a sweet soft boi, he is meant to be a Slytherin. He can work his sweet talk like a magic weapon and knows what he wants is always in his grasp if he can strategize for it

Grew up in a bilingual household, with Luca speaking French and Draco English

When he comes home for the winter holidays and tells his dads he’s fallen for Albus, Draco groans and says they need to talk. Scorp is worried for the worst, but Draco is just like ‘let me you give some advice on how to have a crush on a Potter, kid, because I wished I had got this talk at some point’

Dates Rose for approximately one week in year 3, just because everyone starts dating in his year and Albus is oblivious. They have one awful kiss and Albus makes him swear never to date one of his cousins again after that

Shocks Harry with how much he is not a mini Draco

Calls Albus “ma petite étole” because their first date was in the astronomy tower

Makes fast friends with both Molly and Arthur

Demi-sexual homoromantic

Rose Granger Weasley 

Born June 2006

Parents: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger

House: Gryffindor

Headcanons:

The brightest witch of her age

Her best subjects(though she’s amazing at all of them) are Transfiguration, Potions, and Defense Against the Dark Arts

She hopes to get a ministry job one day, just like Mum

Loves to relentlessly pester Hugo

She has the most gorgeous little tortie cat named Trix

Her favorite cousin (don’t tell the others) is Molly II

But, of course, she has a major soft spot for Albus because they are so close in age, even when he’s an emo bastard

When she was young, her favorite activity was baking with Grandma Molly and Hugo

Whenever she goes to spend time with her muggle grandparents, she has a guilty pleasure for Muggle music. Her current favorites are: The Beatles, Modest Mouse, and Vampire Weekend(no actual vampires, Huh!)

She absolutely adores when she gets to pick the book for family book club nights

Moderately talented with Quidditch, however, is so bored by the idea of the sport that she doesn’t play. Ron’s pouty about it

However, she will go to matches to see Scorp, Roxanne, Fred, and James play

She spends a lot of time with Professor Longbottom due to how close she is with Helena. Neville loves writing to Hermione and Ron to say what a ‘ wonderfully magnificent’ girl she is

On the subject of Helena, Rose and her are close than close, from both a childhood around each other and, on day 1 of Hogwarts, getting beds smack dab next to each other for the best late night chatting set up

Because of this, Rose goes mental over Helena and James dating, because now she has to spend MORE time with him

Loves Hogwarts, but will always love nights with just her little family, Mum, Dad, and Hugo, when Dad calls her RosiePosie and makes his famous meatballs, even more

Heteroflexible

3/? of Next Gen Headcanons

#hpnextgen #scorbus #hp headcanons #harry potter next generation #rose granger weasley #black rose #black hermione #helena longbottom #albus severus potter #scorpius malfoy #james x helena #ronmione #nuna #neville luna #hinny #Harry Potter #ginny weasley #Hermione Granger

[honeymoonjin]

ten - ot7 x reader fluff

A/N: the final part to our numbers trilogy! Read the first part here - Seven, and the second part here - Eight. 1.9k. (i’m boo boo the fool and wrote this whole thing before realizing that i couldn’t call it ‘nine’ anymore oops) Life changes now that you and your seven boyfriends are parents.

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“Isn’t she beautiful?”

Beaming down at the sleeping new-born in your arms, you can’t help but agree with Hoseok. After an excruciatingly long labor and a couple of days in hospital, you had returned home and spent the next week and a half in new-parent bliss with the boys.

The past nine months had been full of trials and tribulations. Seeing the boys anywhere outside the dorm became impossible as countless emergency meetings were scheduled on whether BigHit should let the public know you were pregnant. The thought even came up that you should get a paternity test for your baby so that only the ‘real’ father would be publicly known as the dad.

You cringe thinking back to that meeting. Hoseok had gotten all quiet and scared at the thought that he might not be able to be seen with you in public if he wasn’t the father. Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi had gotten heated to the point of yelling about how that would affect the group morale, Jimin and Taehyung left, telling Sejin that they would go on strike from the group if Sejin wanted to split them apart like that. Worst of all, your gentle Koo had started crying, hand clasped over his mouth and nose as his shoulders shook, letting out upset whimpers with every sob.

The pregnancy wasn’t all emotionally strenuous meetings though. There was an abundance of joy that kept you going in seeing your boyfriends prepare to be fathers. Still, to this day, the eight of you had a parenting-specific group-chat called ‘Operation Baby’, which had started out as a way for the members to give their opinions on baby clothes and nursery furniture since they weren’t allowed to be seen shopping for items like that. Now it was mostly used to designate whose turn it was to get up when the cries started at all hours of the morning.

There were some slight disagreements over time; Jimin, who desperately wanted to buy little color-coded booties and binkies, wanted to find out the gender but Namjoon was insistent that gender wasn’t something to designate a color, and that the sex of the baby didn’t matter, that you would love it equally no matter what. Jimin reluctantly settled for buying booties in every pastel shade there was (he teared up opening the massive cardboard box that arrived in your mail one Wednesday morning). One night, while he was a bit too drunk, Jin suggested that he should be the name for the father on the birth certificate since he was the oldest. Hoseok rebutted that it should be him since he had been dating you the longest, and a scuffle had broken out on your patio. In the end, Jin had won the battle, but with the caveat that he would get no extra rights over the others. That decision was one of the hardest you had to make.

Luckily for you and the boys, it wasn’t touring season. They had just finished the final leg of their world tour when you were reaching the end of your second trimester, and then they were allowed to have a one-month complete break before returning to work. Still, Sejin and Bang PD had decided it was wise to have them working on a new album for a while, at least over the later months of the pregnancy and after giving birth. They had been gradually increasing public appearances on a smaller scale to keep the fans entertained; a new season of Run! was airing, their mobile game had been a hit as expected, and they were taking the time to feature as guests on several Korean variety shows and be interviewed over Skype for some international news outlets. Put simply, everything had gone much more smoothly than you think anyone was expecting.

“Ah, I think Jimin wants to come in,” Hobi says softly, pulling you out of your musings. You glance up to see a shadowed silhouette wiggling around behind the clouded-glass of Namjoon’s studio. The man himself, Namjoon, was fast asleep on the small couch and you didn’t think he’d be waking up anytime soon. He lay there with his legs sticking off the end, his mouth dangling open and a string of drool gathering on the fabric under his cheek. Namjoon looked totally exhausted.

You nod and Hobi and he gets up quickly to let Jimin in, shushing him the moment the door opens. Behind him, Jungkook enters silently, waving to the infant in your arms cheerily and immediately running up to start wiggling her little chubby legs and tickling her tummy as she lets out little coos. With a hushed voice, Jimin questions, “how is our little Hana doing?”

You beam down at the little girl, letting her latch onto your pinky with her tiny sausage fingers, complete with the smallest fingernails in the world. “She’s happy. We’re trying to get her used to the sounds of the equipment running.” There was always a slight buzz in the air because of how much producing equipment was in here and the other studios, and you had read once that if you got a puppy used to certain noises then it wouldn’t bother them when they grew up. Surely babies were the same, right?

Jimin sighs out dreamily, coming forward to rub your back and give the baby’s forehead a kiss. “Can I hold her?” Instinctively, Jungkook steps back to give you two room.

“Of course,” you whisper back, deftly navigating the delicate body out of your arms and into his. “Where’s Dul?”

So, there was another thing. Not that long after you started regularly going to the clinic for checkups, your nurse found two heartbeats. The boys were over the moon – all the more babies to love; you couldn’t stop thinking about how hard it would be when they eventually had to return to work. But for now, you tried not to think about that and just enjoy your sweet little twins. Taehyung, who had twins in his family’s history, thought this meant he was the biological father. But then again, the family resemblance had become a bit of an ongoing inside joke. Your little daughter had Yoongi’s gummy smile, Namjoon’s dimples, and your nose. Her brother, older by sixteen minutes, had Jungkook’s glittering eyes, Jimin’s pillowy lips, and had already started twitching his nose like Jin. Nobody could deny that the little infants looked nothing like Hobi, and while you’d all joke around about it, you could tell it hurt him.

Jimin laughs breathily, bouncing the baby until she lets out a sweet yawn, bunching her fist up by her mouth, and promptly goes to sleep in her daddy’s arms. “We really need to come up with names already. One and Two aren’t going to be cute much longer.”

You fix him with a glare. “Excuse me! I don’t see you posting any better suggestions on the Operation Baby chat.”

He tuts you with a grin. “That’s because the last few options have been Thing One and Thing Two, Bob and Linda, and pussydestroyer69 and pussydestroyer420.”

Having been quiet for a few minutes, Jungkook reflexively blurts, “pussydestroyer420 and 69 are gender neutral, okay? I thought Namjoon would appreciate it.” He turns and gives the sleeping leader a baleful look. “I can never win.”

You reach up and pat his cheeks teasingly, standing up and stretching out your sore arm joints. “Anyway, whereabouts is my little son?”

Jungkook leans into your touch, wrinkling his nose in protest to your pats. “The kitchen. Jin and Tae are telling him how to make spaghetti Bolognese.”

You laugh softly, leaving the three boys sitting and the one sleeping in Namjoon’s studio, heading down the hallway to the kitchen. As you approach, you can hear an angelic low melody hummed by Taehyung, and the animated yet matter-of-fact tone of Jin describing how to properly dice onion.

You smother a grin, rounding the corner and taking a seat at the breakfast bar. Jin had apparently heard somewhere that it was important to speak a lot around growing children to increase their exposure to language, and had taken it upon himself to narrate his entire life in the past week to the little oblivious babies. He gestured passionately with the knife and his elbows as Tae kept a safe distance, bouncing the baby softly as it lay against his chest, head tucked into Taehyung’s neck. The humming had clearly sent your son to sleep; truth be told, the slow version of Scenery had your eyelids feeling heavy too.

Once he notices your presence, Jin sighs heavily. “Finally, you’re here! Your son isn’t listening to me!”

You smile, eyes crinkling. “In his defense, that knife would be fair too heavy for him to hold.”

“Weakling,” Jin mutters.

The humming stops. “You look tired,” Taehyung notes, tipping his head at you. “You and Yoongi were on night shift last night, right?”

You make a noise of affirmation and nod once. “Hana just wouldn’t settle. I think she’s going to be the trouble one of the two.”

“That’s true. This guy seems pretty easygoing.” You let yourself get lost in the sight of Taehyung snuggling your baby boy, Tae’s hand bigger than the infant’s entire back, but then Taehyung calls your name again. “Y/n. Go to bed, baby. We’ve got this; haven’t we, Jin-hyung?”

Jin scrapes the diced onions into the pan and smiles up at you, cheeks puffing. “Dinner’s still a couple of hours away. Get some rest, jagiya.”

As much as you want to savor every moment with your family, you’re certainly relieved to finally have a good reason to lie down. You give them both a soft kiss on the lips, and your baby several smooches on his chubby cheeks and soft head, before padding down the hallway to the only other person who’s still in bed.

“Yoongi,” you whisper into the dark bedroom, curtains drawn. The lump under the blankets doesn’t move. “Are you awake?”

“Physically,” comes the gruff reply. You grin and shuck your clothes quickly, leaving just your underwear on before slipping under the covers. “Hey, baby. How are the terrible two?”

“Taehyung and Jungkook are fine,” you quip.

“Ha ha. C’mere, I wanna snuggle.” You huff a laugh at the demanding way he asks for affection, but nevertheless shuffle into his grasp, letting him wrap his arms around you, planting soft kisses on your bare shoulder.

You hum in contentment at the sensation. “Love you, Yoonie.”

“I love you more.”

You tilt your head up and scrunch your nose playfully. “I love you most.”

His eyes are narrowed at the edges as he smiles. “Fine then, you win. Now let me spoon my beautiful wife and the mother of my children.”

Your eyes fly open. “What.”

“Uh.” Yoongi stammers. “Just, uh, ignore that wife comment. Shit.” You chuckle a little and lie back against the pillows, feeling a lazy finger trace circles on your skin. Minutes later, when you’re almost asleep, you hear him murmur into the silent room, “just pretend to be surprised when Hoseok pulls out the ring, okay?”

#bangtanarmynet #btswriterscollective #btswritingcafe #bts fluff #ot7 oneshot #bts x reader #ot7 fic #jin #yoongi #hoseok #namjoon #jimin #taehyung #jungkook

[miriossunshine]

hEy hey hEY~ I would like to request a Pro Heroes match up if possible ❤️Im a straight female, reaching a wooping 5'3 inches, with long dark brown hair & brown eyes, chubby cheeks & bod(got 'em bust & bums) and piercings on both ears. Im an INFP-T and honestly quite moody. I'm really polite with strangers (borderline awkward) and I subconsciously care about what others think about me but at the same time idgaf xD People that are rude and impolite in any way piss me off. I dislike confrontation and i strive to keep a peaceful environment around me, cause not the type to throw hands but im definitely killing you for the 46th time in my mind. Witty, sarcastic and memey with friends and family, can often be found lovingly insulting besties. My friends say that i am very dense when it comes to relationships so now im basically all like "if you guys wanna do the dirty, i surely wont get any subtle queues you drop, so just tell me in my face and i'll happily leave the room" (true story). My sense of humor can vary from intentionally lame jokes to really dark & inappropriate ones. I'm quite opinionated and stubborn with a strong sense of right and wrong. Im a great listener but i wont spill my problems to others and i usually tend to bottle them up. I love observing people (i swear its not as creepy as it sounds). Not really a conversation starter but certainly down for deep, long, existential talks. I'm also open-minded & patient af and I overthink/procrastinate a lot ^^" I feel like I secretly want attention but once I get it idk what to do with it ahsgajds. Alone time is essential for staying sane and relaxed. "Why cant everyone get along with each other" *sad face* but also secretly enjoys watching the world burn ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I like to believe that im independent but I feel like someone should probably be keeping an eye on me sometimes. A homebody and a night owl with tons of raging imagination. I usually squeal and grab/hit the person next to me when I find/see something cute (its a reflex, dont ask lol). Tend to cry like a baby at even the most minor emotional things but also can be a huge stoic freaking wall sometimes (no, i did not cry watching titanic, sUE me). I looove folklore & mythology as well! Daydreaming functions are working nonstop 24/7. Music is a big part of my life, it helps me relax and escape from the world.I also really enjoy watching movies! Fave genre would be horror and thrillers, especially super cringy bad thrillers, those are the best! And that's about it! Sorry, this was probably too long~ 👉👈

hi angel!!! of course! no don’t apologize, the info helps so much!! 💜💜💜 ty for requesting!!!

i ship you with hawks!

keigo reminds you not to worry what others think of you, and is glad to see that you can be as carefree as him!

he knows it irritates you,, and bc of that he teases you all the time to test your patience cuz u dislike impoliteness hsjdksjdkandnnx

y’all are amazing at keeping ur cool, and just being overall really chill. you guys often share a look when someone is pissing u off that says you’re killing them mentally and hawks just knows (￣▽￣)

u guys are both witty and sarcastic, and have really similar senses of humor !

keigo snorts whenever your obliviousness to romantic gestures shows hehe. hawks is v blunt with you so that there’s no misunderstandings when he’s being romantic, he also often does this to fluster you hehe ><

he really admires your morals and strong opinions!! he sits and watches you with a proud smirk on his face whenever you defend your opinions because ur his baby and he’s so proud- HDNSKNSDNND

keigo can tell when you’re bottling your emotions up like it’s an extra sense, and will strategically get you to tell him what’s wrong bc he knows it’ll make you feel better in the long run. he’s a great listener with you and becomes quite serious when you tell him about your problems, giving logical advice and offering to give you any space u may need. <3

ur both very observant people!

he totally teases you about how you like attention and how u get unsure of how to handle it when receiving it hehe >< his attention doesn’t leave you for the rest of the day bc he knows it flusters u \(//∇//)\

keigo is very understanding of your needed space and alone time! he may get a little bored after a while cuz he misses you, which gives YOU the opportunity to tease HIM now hsjskajdkansbs >:D

he definitely understands that you’re independent in most cases,, but also 100% has a cautious eye on you at all times ZNDNMSNDBD

keigo likes listening to you ramble at night about whatever your imagination creates, just watching you with his head resting on the palm of his hand with pure love written on his face aaaa (*´꒳`*)

your reflex when you see something cute is adorable to hawks and when you grab him, he chuckles and pats your hand hehe (о´∀`о)

keigo is pretty good at hiding his emotions and coos at you humorously when you cry at the simplest things -3-

he finds your love of music endearing and loves how at peace you look when listening to your favorite songs ;(( 💜💜 he has a whole playlist compiling your favorite music and plays it when you’re chilling either in the car or at home ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

he can tell when you’re daydreaming by the look on your face when you’re lost in your imagination >< he’ll snap you out of it by bluntly asking if you’d tell him what was so interesting in that “pretty little head of yours” (//∇//)

you guys make a THING out of watching bad thriller movies together. it’s essential for every indoor date night you guys have!! ^0^ he keeps a pretty good poker face for the majority of the scarier horror movies, but can’t help but bust up laughing at the corny bad horror flicks hehe (￣∀￣)

#bnha hawks matchup #mha matchup #bnha matchup #mod honey #submission

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

A/N: This chapter is shorter, but we'll be okay.

Part 16: Conversation

"Why the hell are you standing in the doorway staring at me like that," Y/N squinted from her position on the bed. She was supposed to be changing for the night out. Apparently, she couldn't strip with the door open. Little did she know, she was staring at him just as hard.. or else she wouldn't know just how hard he was staring.

"Hello? Nigga?" She was baiting him with a doe-eyed face of stone trying to force his reaction. He could pinch those chubby cheeks. She was at her best when she didn't try.

"Like what," he teased. "How am I looking at you?"

"Like you crazy!"

"You think I'm crazy?" Hands hitched in the pockets of his black Ralph Lauren Purple Label slacks, he watched the micromovements of her eyes, mouth, and body. They always helped him to decipher her mood and what she truly meant. She was an open book and judging by the small up and down movement of her eyeballs, the answer to the question was yes.

"No," she lied suddenly uneasy. He watched her scoot around it. She didn't want to offend him and was treading carefully, something she didn't need to do. "You're not crazy per se.. just a little.. intense." Another lie, but not one worth calling out. Didn't matter either way. He knew he wasn't crazy. The world, however, was batshit and he had to keep up. Eyes focused on her, his mind began to drift to his true purpose for being in Texas, racing through various possible scenarios and combatting them.. logically thinking in terms of steps he'd take to accomplish his ultimate goal. All in a matter of seconds complex plans crossed his mind, reworking themselves past dead ends and around blind spots. If he couldn't predict an outcome, he wouldn't have the advantage he needed to launch a highly successful attack. Slow down. What am I missing? He had to plug in the gaps. How would he proceed with the current target since he'd fucked things up so badly? Because of his one-track mind, he had the tendency to become irrational when there was a clear goal in mind to achieve. He'd do it by any means necessary and he realized he'd done just that. However justified, he'd been pushed to make an impulsive executive decision that he'd have to bounce back from. The colonizer he was up against currently had the upper hand in regard to anticipation and territory advantage. Striking quickly wouldn't be an option at this point. He needed unpredictability in his side. Besides. If the target knew Erik was close and hunting him, he might take the offensive position and all Erik had to do was wait. That was the introduction to the issue. If he were on his own, this would be a perfect situation, but Y/N was with him and completely oblivious to the situation he'd selfishly and inadvertently involved her in.

Aside from that, both Jaliyah and Swift were hitting up his phones.. Jaliyah obviously drunk as fuck and begging him to do some wild shit to her in public again.. and Swift demanding answers like she was running shit. He'd brushed them both off to deal with when he got back to Cali.

"Aight... now you look like a complete psycho.. Blink!" He fluttered his lashes, happy to see her lip curl in irritation. "Smartass," she responded to his rapid blinking. He was tickled by her response. Riling her up was so easy and stress-reducing. "Now close the door," she directed in a soft sing-song voice. He decided to humor her. "Now bring your spiky pineapple headass over here," she pointed to the space ahead of her. His brow raised to check her. He didn't need to say a word, she backed down subtly with a sneaky smirk falling back on her elbows, one foot propped on the bed, her knee in the air.

"Aight now.. You acting up."

The red dress rose and slid exposing clear brown skin on mountainous thighs.. thicker than any girl whose company he'd ever had the pleasure of keeping. He could still remember exactly how tightly those thighs had squeezed him just this morning. As he approached, the phone in his pocket buzzed yet again.

"What's that?"

Shit. Could she hear that?

"What's what?"

"That face. This isn't the first time you've made that face today," she pointed, "Your eyes go dead and it's like your soul just dies at random times. Something must really be pissing you off because you're overthinking and I'm not so ignorant and self absorbed that I wouldn't notice when something's been bothering you. It's written all over your face so tell me what it is."

The fuck?

"Whatchu' mean? Ain't nothing wrong."

Her dark sarcasm shot daggers through him. She ain't believe him.

"I'm not so stupid that I'd believe that either. Besides, I'm your best friend and if I don't notice then who will?"

"You back to that best friend shit again, I see."

"Well if we're not friends then what ar--," she chuckled humorlessly, "Wow. Don't distract me. No, it's that far away look in your eye like you're not truly present and your mind's somewhere else. You go quiet...," she paused, her dark brown orbs focused and delving carefully into his. "Tell me what's wrong."

Gotdamn.. She'd certainly gotten more perceptive. Somehow she was able to read what many people missed. People tended to see what they wanted see and if they couldn't see it, they'd make up their own narrative. Somehow this girl was able to hit on something real. If he wasn't careful, she'd be the one to figure out his secrets. Then where would that leave him?

Alone again. Numb.

"HEY," her fingers snapped bringing his focus quickly back to the moment at hand. "Talk to me. You're always the one there for me, it gets old being the damsel. Let me help you for once."

Time spent together had her learning him bit by bit and while he liked the feeling of being cared for, it made it that much harder to hide.

I shouldn't still have you here. I'm putting you at risk just to stay a little longer in a fantasy.

"Erik."

"Chill. I'm aight ma just admiring my property. Can I look at you?" He parted her thighs and pushed the red material back over her stomach looking at the junction of her thighs. She was getting a bit too close to him in a way he wasn't used to. It made him uncomfortable.

If he made her horny enough, the conversation would turn to sex, they'd fuck, and eventually she wouldn't remember her own name much less care about this conversation. She kissed her teeth, obviously getting frustrated the more he stared.

"I feel like that's 60% lie but okay, keep your little secrets since you don't wanna trust nobody." She closed her legs and flipped over aggressively facing the window as if she were going to sleep. This was her mad pose, but it wasn't a bad view. Her ass was poked out. Not on purpose, but because it was fat. She pulled the dress down to cover it. Her level of perceptiveness had grown to an impressive level.

"Y/N," he tested, waiting for any type of response. He touched her kneecap and shook her knee gently. "Y/N..," he waited.

The silent treatment. Mature.

"You serious right now? I told you what it was. Why you mad?" No response. This is stupid. He waited a minute watching her in the silence, the only sounds being the TV and the voices of loud laughing guests carrying from the other side of the floor. "Aight, get up," he said grabbing her leg. She kicked at him, returning back to her position once he took a step back.

Definitely a brat. He'd give her another minute and then he'd end it. Watching her, he counted down mentally.

"You actin bogus.. Get up," he commanded at the end of the countdown. She didn't move from her spot, kicking when he came nearer again. "You really wanna do this?" He contemplated dragging her from the bed, but decided to be patient. She responded best to warmth rather than rough manhandling so he had to use techniques she'd respond to. Securing his hands in his pockets so he wouldn't grab her, he tried a softer approach.

"Daddy don't like babies, angel. He like big girls... Don't you wanna please Daddy? Ain't that yo responsibility?"

"What I want is to know why you don't trust me with anything real about you. I'm not stupid. I know jack shit about you and that's not cool, you never tell me anything. You keep me out here on the surface like I ain't shit yet you know all my business and I don't like that.. It's an uneven exchange and I can't get my secrets back.. but that's okay, I don't want them back.. I just wanna know you. What's so bad about that?"

"The fuck? That's why you mad? You know me better than most.. Ain't nothing to say, it's not your job to take care of me. I'm the guardian. I'm the protector. I'm the teacher. All I need you to do is listen, obey, and keep yourself open. Don't waste your time thinking you need to know every detail about me to know me. You know me."

"Whatever. You got it."

What did that mean.. What the fuck? He watched her stoic expression as she looked off through the open window. How did they get here? He could only imagine what was going on in her mind. What dots was she trying to connect and what did she already figure out that she wasn't saying? He couldn't underestimate her intelligence. It was one of the things about her he enjoyed most no matter how troublesome it could be. Putting his hand gently on her arm, she didn't react. She was still in thought, contemplating but what was she contemplating? He ain't like the direction this was headed. It stressed him more than he thought it would. Definitely more than it should.

"I'll ask you one question that you gotta answer and you can ask me one question," he blurted watching her eyes slowly refocus and land on his. He hoped he wouldn't regret it.

"Just one," she asked, suddenly sobering. Of course she was in.

"One," he stressed with a finger up watching curiosity resurrect her from the silence. She pursed her lips, hesitating before looking him up and down.

"Mm, okay. You go first."

---

I can't believe that actually worked... Go figure.

It's a shame that you have to resort to trickery to get answers from him, but as tight-lipped as he is about himself and all things surrounding him, you would've never gotten anything out of him otherwise. You had to trick him. Right?

"Ask your question," you prompt ready for him to get his out of the way.

"Why do you have such intense anxiety? You mentioned a bad sexual experience and I know it traumatized you.. Do you think that's the root of it or were you dealing with some unwanted thoughts before then?"

"Um.." Your mind freezes. Honestly, you thought he'd ask something stupid or sexual. "Technically, that's two questions." Two very personal questions. Should you pick one or answer them both? You've gotta sit up for this one. "Ummm," you stall sitting up across from him. He's analyzing with those intense eyes again, about to turn over and examine every word you say along with the spaces in between, you already know.

"O-kay," you breathe looking away to collect and organize your thoughts as you pace slowly to the large window. "Alright, so, I guess I'll start with the general anxiety? I don't know why I do it so I can't tell you that, but I think a lot and I can't stop thinking which is why I know when you're overthinking something. I can tell when someone's annoyed with me, frustrated, genuine or otherwise and I don't like disappointing people. I also have an irrational fear of being embarrassed.. I will go out of my way to avoid it.."

You can see cars way down on the street passing by, the tall building across the street, and the darkening sky overhead. Someone says something about sunset retractable awnings on the television and you know it's that ancient commercial because who else even makes those...

"I guess with that incident that happened when I was in college, my two greatest fears came to life all at once and I didn't know how to completely get over it... I told you, well you guessed, that there were.. things said.. and certain things that happened.. and obviously I internalized them. Your word."

When you turn to look at him, he's watching and waiting like no matter how long you go on and on droning, he won't interrupt. He'll listen to the end. Even with the silence now, he doesn't move or speak. Testing your theory, you stare back out through the window for a while. It's like you thought, he's waiting.

"...It was about four years ago. Que party. Senior year. I was a "virgin" and decided I didn't want to be," you shrug. "So you know the Que dog reputation, how they be? Well, these guys lived up to that.. Or so I'd heard."

Still no comment from Erik, but his full attention.

"I decided I wanted someone with uh," you smirk, "Experience.. and since I didn't talk to or know many guys on campus, I stupidly thought that a party could be a good way to go about it. Don't judge me," you point. His expression doesn't change so you continue. "So, I go to this party and I'm already out of my comfort zone, but then I see Omar and he is fine. I mean, my whole body pointed like a hunting dog in an old cartoon and said that one," you chuckle remembering your body's exact response. It was like your response when you met Erik, but on a lesser scale. Never had you reacted the way you had when you saw Erik in person for the first time. You thought you'd collapse on the spot or rip off the both of your clothes in attack, but all you could do was smile goofily and shake his hand stiffly like you were at an interview. The memory is one you'd rather forget.

"So we met, we flirted, we danced a bit, and I'm thinking this just might be bae! He's holding my waist. He doesn't care that I'm chubby. We're having fun and drinking. Then we go to a back room and he's standing there. I'm standing there. We're just standing there and I'm like okay what now? So, I start taking my clothes off and he follows suit. Now, we're both butt booty naked in front of each other.. standing there. It's the first time I've ever seen an adult male penis so I'm staring at it like how do I make this thing hard. It doesn't even matter apparently because he tells me to lie down and that's when it happened.."

You rehash to him the details as the flashback hits vividly. Every word, you remember. What Omar said about you and what everyone else said to your face and behind your back for the rest of the year. Being known as nasty, dirty, trifling, and also the easy girl all at once. It had damaged a lot. Your image, your friendships, potential relationships, pieces of your self-esteem.. even though they were lies. If enough people say something about you enough times, eventually it gets in. Anyone truly trying to know you could figure that they were lies but unfortunately no one had tried after that. It was why you changed states. You couldn't deal in South Carolina.

"So to answer your questions.. the anxiety had always been there but it was something I could push off because I knew it was irrational. After college, my fear seemed justified and necessary like if I had only listened to it and took it as a warning instead of disregarding it as something to overcome or see pass.. what happened to me never would've happened."

Silence.

"That's all," you say letting him know it's okay to talk. In fact, you need him to talk. Fill the silence. Say anything. His pause is thoughtful, giving you room to add if you have more to say, but you don't.

"There's a pattern," he says suddenly with understanding. "You have a lot of fear and most of all, you fear rejection."

What are you, my therapist?

"And? ..Who wants to be rejected," you snap feeling suddenly more vulnerable.

"What I like about you though is that despite that fear, every now and again you'll take a risk and it could either be the worst thing for you or the best thing, but regardless you go all in.. You got a one-track mind like me," he smiles, eyes widening like it's something that can't be helped. His comparison wasn't something you expected. You didn't think you were very much like him in that way at all, but now that he points it out you wish he'd elaborate. Maybe it'd give you more of a glimpse into him.. the man, not the dom. He pats his lap and you step closer, easing down to sit on his thighs feeling his arm wrap around you.

"People's reactions, their motives and what they believe, the past... These are things you can't control no matter how much you want to or what you do.. or don't do. Since you can't control it, dwelling on it is a waste of your mental and emotional resources.. as well as your time. But since that's something that's easier said than done," he scowls giving you the feeling he's talking about himself as well, "Focus on something that's within your ability to effect and control. For example.. You can never please everyone.. but you can please me."

"Nigga."

"Listen," he smirks holding you still just as you're about to push him on the chest to get up. "You're incapable of disappointing me and I won't reject you.. not like that. I won't embarrass you.. not like that. Focus on me. Rely on me. Trust me.. and I'll show you that you're braver than you think. That's something no one can take from you."

"Yeah, okay, my turn and brace yourself since you asked me like sixteen questions."

"You only had to answer once."

"Fuck that, I want answers." Yeah I said fuck, you muse watching his brows go up again in surprise. "What's in that locked room at your house and why is it locked if you live alone?"

"I wasn't alone, you were there."

"Oh, so it's to keep me out specifically.." It takes one stern look for him to cut the crap and he rolls his eyes, a smirk playing at the corner his lips.

"I'll show you when we get back," he promises.

"Red room of pain?"

"I hate that damn movie." That's an affirmative. Suddenly you were excited to get back to Cali so you could really be nosey. "You contact them girls you met at the mall? You should hang out with them again sometime before we leave Texas."

"I texted them a couple of times. They'd be down." They'd actually invited you to lunch with them today, but you were with Erik. They easily understood when you declined.

"I'm ready to see outfit number two. Change and then we'll get ready to head back out. I know you wanna see the Reunion Tower at night," he says smacking your thigh. It's true, you do. That's why he'd paid for you two to go back for the night. You'd look around some more, eat dinner, and just enjoy it. You wanted to eat at the other shmancy restaurant they had earlier but it was closed during the day.

"You change too. You were sweating a bit," you remind him in the spirit of fairness. Just because you had more crevices didn't mean he didn't sweat just as much as you. He had to hit the shower as well.. preferably with you..

"Mhm," he chuckles knowingly as you stand to take off your dress. "All you have to do is ask."

"No need," you smile walking to the bathroom.

"Ask," he insists stubbornly, still staring from the bed. You shake your head.

"Nope! My daddy is a genius so I don't have to. He already knows what I want."

"....Start the shower."

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Sleep (Ezio)

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The warm summer breeze rustled the mahogany drapes by the slightly cracked open window. Nothing was heard from Ezio and (Y/N)’s master bedroom. Silence was finally brought throughout the home when (Y/N) walked into the dark room. The cool wooden floor was giving her a slight shiver as she took each step. (Y/N)’s angelic (E/C) eyes carried slight purple baggage. Her elegant (H/L) (H/C) hair was tasseled, and had looked as is if she never made an attempt to brush her mane at all. Her whole body was tired; she wanted nothing more than to just be able to lay beside her passed out husband, Ezio, and close her eyes and sleep for just an hour or two. She couldn’t do it due to her two new born twins. They were a handful, it seemed that they worked together in the dark to make sure (Y/N) never got to see peace.

(Y/N) sluggishly made it to the bed, finally feeling the soft silk fabric that Ezio had gotten her during her pregnancy. She sighed heavily, spotting Ezio on the bed in the dark.

He was sprawled out across the king size mattress. He laid shirtless with the covers covering half if his chest. He looks so peaceful; (Y/N) was envious of her husband, but happy for him at the same time. He works hard for her and their children, protecting them from the dangers of his profession with the assassins. He deserves a good rest every day he comes home. The only thing that had bothered her about Ezio was how he could sleep through the constant crying of their children.

She fluffed her rarely used pillow and reorganized the layers of the covers before saying a silent prayer that her beautiful trouble makers will sleep through the night. She slowly climbed into the bed, trying to keep herself half awake so she won’t fall out of the bed. She felt the dip of the mattress as her back met the cool, stiff but plush surface; it took the pressure right off of her lower back and feet as she smiled to her self. She pulled the blankets up to her chest. She was feeling the result of sleep deprivation. She had closed her eyes and the sound of her wailing babies made her eyes shoot open.

The wailing was loud, louder than other times. She sat up in the bed, rubbing her blood-shot eyes with the palms of her hands. Tears were forming in her strained eyes as the distressed cries of her children carried on. She had wondered how they would know when she had rested her head on her pillow and shut her eyes.

(Y/N)’s cries had woken Ezio from his slumber. He had quickly sat up in the bed and moved closer to his wife. “Bella, what’s wrong?” He sounded so oblivious to his twins crying in the next two rooms.

“Ezio, do you not hear your children? This is the fourth time this night that they have stopped me from getting the sleep I need to care for them! This is madness, I haven’t gotten a full night’s rest since they have been born. I don’t know what to do for them! It makes me stressed to see them upset and not be able to sleep comfortably in the night.” (Y/N)’s sobs grew as the twins did. Ezio embraced her in a warm, comforting hug.

“I hear them. I will take care of them this time, you just stay here and rest your eyes.” He removed the sheets off of himself and put on his shirt. (Y/N) sighed and gotten out of the bed. She began walking to the room when Ezio called out to her. “(Y/N) stay in bed, I will take care of them, I promise.” He gently grabbed her hand and gave it a light squeeze.

“I know you can handle them, but Emilia inherited your looks and personality. She doesn’t know when to stop just like her father. I’m going to help you, so we can both return to bed faster.” She was not going to let him argue with her. She was gravely tired and stressed and he knew that. He just held the door open for her as she entered the twin’s room. Their constant crying pulling (Y/N)’s heartstrings, but gave her a headache at the same time.

Emilia’s crying was always louder than her brother, Federico’s. She was the youngest of the two. Emilia and Federico had inherited mostly Ezio’s appearance, but Emilia had her mother’s eyes and hair; Federico was all his father.

Ezio made his way to Emilia’s little cot and scooped her up into his arms. (Y/N) had done the same with Federico. She gently bounced him and sang to him a lullaby her mother used to sing to her when she would fuss. Slowly but surely, Federico was being lulled back to slumber. He was shutting his eyes when Emilia was still carrying on her cries.

Ezio gently swayed his daughter and hummed her the same song his wife used for Federico. He was calm with her, but she was the opposite. She was flailing her tiny, chubby arms and legs. Emilia wasn’t going to give up anytime soon and (Y/N) knew it. She set Federico back down in his little cot and bundled him up with his blankets. She pressed her lips to his forehead and lingered for a moment as if she was giving him all her love through her kiss.

Ezio came over and stood next to her, “Go back to the bedroom, amore, keep the bed warm for me.” He leaned closer to his wife and gave her a gentle kiss. She swayed to his touch but did her best to stay awake.

“I wish to help you, Emilia, she is a little night owl.” (Y/N) tried her best to hide her yawn. Ezio bounced Emilia in his arms, still trying to hush her.

“I can agree that she is a night owl, but she’s our night owl. Tesoro, you can help me by getting your rest.” She did not want to argue. She made her way out of the twins’ room, but only stopping when she was out of sight from the room. She stood by the doorway, listening to Ezio talk to his daughter.

Ezio spoke to her in a hushed whisper, while his daughter’s cries started to calm down. “Oh, Emilia, mi amore. You are so beautiful, you know that? You and your brother, along with your mother are the loves of my life,” His words were gentle, sincere, catching Emilia’s attention. “Your mother did a wonderful job bringing you into this world; She loves you and your brother and would love to spend her time with you every minute of the day, but she can’t do that if you and your brother are keeping her from getting sleep.” He made it seem like (Y/N) couldn’t keep living like this, but she could, only in little doses.

Ezio’s voice was growing softer and softer as his daughter’s eyes surrendered and her eyelids became heavy. “Emilia, you will need to rest now. Have sweet dreams, mi amore.” He kissed her forehead as her eyes were closed and she snuggled into his arms. He rocked her a few more minutes and gently placed her back into her little cot. He looked down at her and whispered, “You are so much like your mother, you both are stubborn. You both don’t want to sleep when you are told to, isn’t that right, (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) quietly chuckled as she walked back into the room, slightly smiling at Ezio. “I always forget that I married a master assassin.” She yawned and her eyelids became heavier than before.

Ezio came closer to her and swept her off her feet. He had his forearms under her knees and on her back as she snuggled deep into his chest. “Mi amore, its time for you to get some sleep too.” He held her tighter and walked out of the bedroom. He laid (Y/N) on the bed and tucked her in. Before he made his way to his side of the bed, he kissed her on the forehead and whispering,

“Good night and sweet dreams, mi amore”

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Between Times -first chapter: BEFORE THE FALL

“When everything was beautiful and nothing hurt...”

― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

Once upon a time…

…When time wasn’t invented yet…

 

 There was a lot of peace and quiet everywhere. The angels were drawing sketches of animals and plants and stars, whispering with each other about how beautiful everything and anything was and would be.

 

But it shouldn't stay this way. The only constant in life is change. Which is an important thing to remember, because change is the only thing that brings you from one place to another.

 

Some angels got nervous. Some got jumpy. Some fuzzy.

They were buzzing around aimlessly. Like bees, which would be invented soon. And just as graceful.

 

They started to form groups.

Friendships and partnerships evolved.

Some feelings even got beyond the feeling of close friendship.

 

One certain Angel for one had developed a crush on one chubby angel since- well, since even before the beginning of times.

It was the very first school girl crush, long before schoolgirls were even invented.

 

Aziraphale of course, although he admired the other angels’ warm gold and friendly eyes and his long hair, sometimes like fire and sometimes like blood and could make him laugh and would talk with him and listen to him and make his stomach fill with freshly invented butterflies and his smile that could make you feel like the whole room lit up, was completely oblivious.

 

But they had bonded over creating the universe. Made the stars and the sky together. Our Angel invented red dwarfs and white dwarfs and pulsars and planets and dwarf planets and moons. And Aziraphale made every kind of owl- the barn owl, the Short-eared owl, the Long-eared owl, the great horned owl, the spotted owl, the elf owl, the great grey owl and all sorts of night hawks and even some bats. –all of them creatures of the darkness, so they would be able to gaze upon the night sky and admire its beauty.

 

Anyway, now the angels had something in between a meeting and a date planned and you don't have to ask who would like to call it which.

 

So our Angel sat there waiting for Aziraphale, on a cloud that was turning violet from the setting sun, and dreamed of all sorts of things.

 

Since Science hadn't been invented yet, he wondered what caused the cloud to change its colour after they had turned them white.

The sun set and now the cloud underneath him was dark blue.

He miracled it back to white.

And then his thoughts found their way back to his beautiful angel. 

 

Since lunch wasn't invented yet, they hadn't much opportunity to have other hobbies than stargazing, which they now had planned to do. -If Aziraphale would finally show up.

 

In some distance the annoying sounds of someone who couldn't play the harp could be heard. It was probably Gabriel, who enjoyed practicing between their shifts.

Well, everyone had gotten a harp on their first day, but no one really knew how to play them. 

 

Why would they even want them to play?

 

It sounded even worse when everyone at the same time decided to try the instrument. 

 

He tried to ignore the unfortunate noise.

This time our Angel wanted to surprise Aziraphale with the freshly made moons of Jupiter -there were a few more than 79 and he especially liked the four bigger ones, Europa, Ganymed, Kalisto and Io. They were nice to look at, he thought. Messier 25, which was a star cluster close to the centre of the Milky Way was also freshly made. But his favourite thing of all were shooting stars. He was as close to proud of these creations as was allowed. It would be quite romantic to look at them together, he hoped. Everything was nice, as long as Aziraphale was there.

 

He looked up smiling brightly as he felt someone approaching him. 

His smile faltered as he recognised Michael.

 

"You are waiting for someone.", Michael stated sternly without any word of greeting.

 

"Aziraphale. Do you know where he is?", Our Angel answered.

 

"You spend an awful lot of time together.", Michael stated, ignoring him.

 

"I enjoy his presence immensely. Why do you ask?"

 

"I see."

 

"I... I like the way he smiles.", Our Angel said quietly after a pause.

 

And suddenly he felt something he would, many years later, define as the feeling of guilt.

 

"Do... Do you think god would approve, if-"

 

"It's not allowed to fall in love with another angel.

You should only truly love god herself."

At a distance an angel with hip long silver hair stared at them. His eyes were white. Just white. The irises, the pupils. White. Our Angel had the feeling that the other one was watching Michael, really. He had seen them together now and then. Whispering, sometimes quietly fighting. What Michael now has said, didn’t make sense.

 

"Why?", Our Angel asked.

 

"You are not supposed to."

 

"It doesn't make any sense at all. Why-"

 

Michael glared at him.

Then there was a strange sound.

 

It sounded like an explosion, when the first angel fell.

 

Everything was shaking.

A second one. 

 

Now they hit the ground like comets.

 

The next ones fell.

The angel with the white eyes was gone. Our Angel could feel fear and sorrow radiating from Michael, while his features stayed neutral.

 

There were feathers in the air.

Screaming and crying could be heard.

It smelled of sulphur and burned feathers.

 

Our Angel could feel their pain.

 

"Why would they do that?", he shouted over the raging noise.

 

Then he had a sinking feeling in the place where soon a heart would pound.

His wings darkened, as the clouds opened underneath him.

 

He could feel himself saunter vaguely downwards.

Losing a tiny bit of memory with every inch he approached hell.

 

Underneath the clouds a snake slithered away, angry, scared, confused.

 

The clouds had been invented way before rain. And it had been a good laugh, when an animal like a cloud but with four legs was created.

Now the clouds were dark and threatening above.

The frightened sheep underneath hid between the trees.

 

When everything calmed down, the silence was too loud.

 

Both sides. Heaven and hell were in shock.

 

It was the silence that had woken up Aziraphale. He had fallen asleep over a first attempt what would later look like a writing.

 

The angel wouldn't fall asleep again for the next many hundred years.

 

He stumbled towards the place where he was supposed to meet our now fallen Angel.

 

Aziraphale looked left and right.

Walked in a circle.

Called our Angel’s name.

Again and again and again.

The other angels stared at him.

But no one answered.

 

He was gone.

 

The snake looked up to the clouds.

A single tear rolled down its dark green and scaly cheek.

 

Finally, the blond angel looked down. There was a lot of green and a lot of movement and he marvelled at its beauty.

There were sheep that looked like the clouds above them. Fireflies. Giraffes. A Frog. A sad snake. 

 

He would meet this snake in the Garden of Eden.

Soon.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #sam writes #Between Times #before the fall #crowley x aziraphale

[comeondowntosouthparkrpg-blog]

Filmore Anderson

Local jock boy extraordinaire joins the Gucci Gang. Filmore has been accepted! You know what to do.

out of character info

Name/Alias: Maevey uwu Pronouns: she/ her Age: 19 Join Our Discord: already there bby Timezone: est Activity: 5 – 7 Triggers: none at all Password: jimmy can fast pass my ass Character that you’re applying for: Filmore Anderson Favourite ships for your character: Filmore/chemistry in character info

Full name: Filmore Joseph Anderson Birthday: July 8th, 2003 Sexuality, gender, pronouns: Pansexual, cis male – questioning, he / him Age and grade: 15, freshman Faceclaim: Joey Birlem Appearance:  Standing at 5’4 and half an inch and weighing in at 106 pounds, Filmore is a young boy with short, spiky black hair and soft green eyes. His face is round with chubby cheeks and light freckles over the bridge of his nose. His body hardly has any fat due to him keeping himself active. His skin is pale and quick to burn with moles, small blemishes, and acne scattered about. His style is pretty straight forward – jeans, t-shirt, jacket, socks, and a pair of sneakers. He usually wears dark or muted colors. One of his favorite colors is red, so he often incorporates it into his outfits.

Personality:  Filmore is pretty typical for a jock – he’s competitive, flirty, and pretty popular with the other kids in his grade. Despite all of that, he is pretty private when it comes to some of his interests. He keeps quiet about his tendency to spend hours on end watching reality shows – most of the time he either watches RuPaul’s Drag Race or just about any of the Real Housewives shows. To most, Filmore isn’t really perceived as smart, but his intelligence is slightly above average – his IQ is measured at 110. However, he doesn’t use his common sense as much as he should.

Aside from everything else, he is a pretty normal kid – normal for South Park, that is – he’s pretty much a heathen. It’s true that he’s much less of a bully than he used to be, but he still messes with kids he doesn’t like – even going as far as getting into a fist fight a couple of times. He’s a partier, often sneaking away to parties with booze and sometimes drugs. History:  On an especially hot and muggy July morning at approximately 6:12, Maureen O’Donnell gave birth to a baby boy with her soon-to-be husband Micah Anderson by her side. They named him after their fathers, Filmore being the first name of Micah’s father and Joseph being the middle name of Maureen’s father. Since Filmore’s birth was unplanned, Maureen dropped out of medical school to be with her baby at all times, leaving the responsibility of providing for the family to Micah. In February 2004, the happy couple tied the knot.

As a baby, Filmore was a quiet little angel – but that didn’t last for too long. When he hit the age of 3, he became an unruly brat, but Maureen still had a big soft spot for him, so he more often than not got away with any wrongdoings. Micah disagreed with Maureen’s parenting, so it often sparked arguments between the two. Micah decided to spend more time at work than at home with his family, picking up extra shifts and just staying over in general.

Filmore stayed pretty much consistent throughout elementary, making middle school his peak and slight decline of bullying and rebellion. In seventh grade, he missed all but 5 days of school, and his only reasoning for ditching was that he just didn’t want to go. His truancy made his parents argue more over his punishments – and as per usual – Maureen would win and let Filmore go do whatever while Micah left to blow off steam. Since he’d missed so much school, his parents’ bank account suffered – due to the many fines that were sent.

During eighth grade, Filmore finally started to mellow out. His bullying was reduced to teasing random students and he’d only get into fights to defend himself. From then to now, he’s stayed consistent – he’s kept his grades at steady B’s and C+’s, and he’s kept himself from getting into too much trouble.

Sample paragraph:  Filmore? At a party? You bet your ass. He had gone to a party in the area that one of the kids in his class was throwing and so far, it’d been going on like any other party. He was currently seated on some gross green couch that another partygoer had probably thrown up on and lazily attempted to clean, and on one arm some girl he’d never seen before was leaning against him, talking about some random shit that he couldn’t hear over the music being blasted from the speakers, and in his other hand was a nearly empty red plastic cup with a sip more of spiked punch inside.

He couldn’t think about anything except the fact that his father was cheating on his poor, oblivious mother with some second rate receptionist at work. Earlier, Filmore had to drop something off from the school to the mayor’s office for some fundraiser and he’d seen Micah near the restrooms sucking faces with the wretched woman that could very well be the downfall of his parents’ marriage. He refused to tell his mother, he doesn’t think he could stand a negative reaction from her. He didn’t want to be the one to see the very second her heart shatters.

Therefore, he resorted to drinking, and he hoped that his overconsumption of alcohol would make him forget about the two pieces of trash tonguing it out by the bathroom – but it wasn’t likely – but he drank anyways to help him relax since he couldn’t get any friends to smoke with him. Headcanons:  { 🔥 } He likes occasionally dressing in women’s clothes – but he’d never tell anyone but his friends that he considers close.

{ 🔥 } He’s only ever been in one serious relationship.

{ 🔥 } He’s got bad anger issues. { 🔥 } He’ll pretty much try anything once.

{ 🔥 } He loves acting, so he joined the theater club at a young age and has been doing it ever since. { 🔥 } He’s a lineman on the football team, the school council’s secretary, and a member of the theater club.

{ 🔥 } Even though he’s kind of scared to wear women’s clothing publically, he’s not afraid to strut in heels –  mostly because he feels powerful in them and he thinks they make his butt look good.

{ 🔥 } He can be pretty egotistical at times.

{ 🔥 } He pretty much lives off of instant ramen and takeout food.

{ 🔥 } He’s very meme savvy – he’s just about always up to date on the latest memes.

{ 🔥 } He loves his friends and tries showing them that he cherishes them when he can.

{ 🔥 } In his free time, he likes to skate – that doesn’t mean he’s too good at it – it’s actually the cause of a lot of his injuries.

{ 🔥 } He commits petty crimes with his friends that the police often overlook.

{ 🔥 } He smokes week, but only with friends, but he also vapes.

{ 🔥 } He’s soft for any and all animals.

Family Headcanons:

{ 👨‍👩‍👦 } Micah works the records annex at City Hall.

{ 👨‍👩‍👦 } Micah is very obviously sleeping with the receptionist, and everyone – with the exception of Maureen – knows.

{ 👨‍👩‍👦 } Maureen is the sister of Rosie O’Donnell.

Anything else: ilusm 💖 and hopefully Filmore 2.0 is better!!!

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