#caption: bloody knee-high socks

[carlgrimeschandlerriggsimagines]

Cut! (Chandler Riggs Imagine)

Word count: 2,098 

Requested by anon

Request: love your blog 😍 could you write something about Chandler and the character both acting on twd (bc carl’s death didn’t actually happen, I refuse to believe it) and they’re dating??

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Oral (male receiving), Fluff

"Wake up!" Chandler yells in my ear I open my eyes slapping him in the face "Ow!" He yells "What the fuck!" I yell back he starts laughing "Goodmorning." He says I roll my eyes laying back down. "We gotta leave in an hour." He says then kisses my forehead "Ok." I say I take my phone off the charger "Will you turn on the shower?" I ask "Yeah." He replies Chandler walks into the bathroom and turns on the shower I send my snapchat streaks then I get out of bed pulling my shirt off I wrap my arms around chandler's waist kissing his shoulder. "I love you." I say "I love you too." He replies then kisses my head. "What do you want me to get you for breakfast?" He asks I look up at him. 

"Starbucks!"I say grinning  he chuckles "Ok." He replies he grabs his phone and wallet "I'll be back." He says "Bye!"I say "Bye!" He replies then walks out of the hotel room I take off the rest of my clothes the hop in the shower I wash my hair then my body then condition my hair then shave my legs and under my arms, I wash my face with some skincare stuff. Then I rinse my hair and I step out wrapping myself in a towel. I quickly dry and blow dry my hair and throw on some sweatpants and a cropped hoodie I put on some moisturizer I grab my phone and go through snapchat and other social media I post a picture on my Instagram story and snapchat story with the caption "Goodmorning." then chandler calls me "I'm downstairs if you are ready." I throw on my Adidas and grab my purse with my earbuds, Charger, Script, Candy and some condoms...Just in case. I grab my phone and walk downstairs into the lobby I walk outside to see Chandler's car I get in the passenger seat "Hey." He says "Hi." I reply he hands me coffee I take a sip "We picking up anyone?" I ask he shakes his head then begins to drive it only about a 20-minute drive to set so I just plug up my phone to the stereo. "Any requests?" I ask he shakes his head "Whatever you want baby girl." He says I play my playlist Bellyache by Billie Ellish comes on and I hum along "What are your hours today?" He asks "Till 2:00 am." I say he chuckles "I get done before you I got 12:00 am" He replies I roll my eyes "That's no fair!"I say he chuckles "You got the scenes with andy and norman." He says I roll my eyes "Yeah I get hurt." I say he chuckles I lean back in the seat Chandler puts his hand on my thigh driving with one hand I play a game on my phone when I notice his hand moving closer and closer to my core I look at him and he smirks "Easy cowboy." I say he chuckles and continues driving Then I feel his thumb brush against my clothed core I glare at him he smirks but keeps driving his thumb keeps slowly brushing against my clothed core I bite my lip "Someone's horny." I say chuckling "Wouldn't be the first time I rubbed you in the car." He says chuckling I giggle "Later.."I say he moves his hand back to my thigh then pulls into the parking lot of the set before he opens the car door I grab his forearm "We have a two-hour break after our third scene and I brought condoms so...Use that information however you would like." I say then I kiss his cheek and hop out of the car he follows after me he intertwines his fingers with mine then we walk into the office and check in then we walk into the makeup trailer Norman and Andrew are already in there getting there hair and makeup on "Hey Y/n! Hey Chandler!" Greg says "Hi." Chandler and I say "Come here Y/n sit!" My makeup artist Kelly says I sit down the in the chair and Chandler sits next to me Immediately his makeup artist starts to fix his hair My makeup artist flat irons my hair "So Y'all have any plans for the weekend?" Kelly asks "Nope just sleeping." I reply she begins to french braid my hair into pigtails "Morning doll." Norman says patting my shoulder "Morning." I reply after she finishes braiding my hair Kelly fills in my eyebrows and puts some translucent powder on my face to mattifying my face then puts some clear mascara on my eyelashes then sets my face with setting spray "Alright go get changed girlie." Kelly says I get out of the chair "See ya there." Chandler says I peck him on the lips quickly then walk out of the makeup trailer I walk to my trailer an outfit is laid out for me on the couch A black tight crop top and high waisted jeans that are ripped at the knees and brown combat boots I quickly change putting on the jewelry laid out of some silver hoops and a diamond ring on a necklace I brush my teeth then walk out and walk over to the set "Y/n hop on!" Greg says he is about to drive a golf cart I get on "You are gonna put a flannel on too but those are at the house." Greg says "Alright." I say then Chandler, Norman and Andrew step out of the makeup trailer "Hurry up!" Greg says Chandler walks into his trailer and I'm guessing he quickly changes as Andrew and Norman get on the golf cart Chandler comes out and hops on the golf cart Greg drives to the house "Alright kids lets go." Greg says as we all get off After around 40 minutes they call for places I walk up the stairs 

"Action!"

Clover walks down the stairs putting on a flannel Carl sits at the island loading her gun "Hey." Clover says "Hey." Carl replies Clover kisses Carl on the cheek grabbing her holster and clipping it onto her thigh Carl puts the safety on her gun and then hands it to her she clips it into her holster Rick then walks out of his room "Hey. You ready?" Rick asks grabbing a water bottle from the fridge "Yeah!" Clover beams grabbing her backpack then grabbing a water bottle from her fridge Carl grabs her hand before she can walk out of the house then kisses her forehead "Be safe." He murmurs Clover kisses him on the lips  "I will." She replies then smiles then follows Rick out the door

"Cut! Great! Let's reset!"

4 Hours later A couple of scenes later it was time for lunch when Chandler and I sat down for lunch I gave him a wink he grinned then I noticed he started eating quicker I chuckled "What are you two kids doing this weekend?" Andrew asks "Nothing really." I say "I'm gonna head back to my trailer take a quick nap." I say getting up I throw away my food and I walk to my trailer I take off my flannel, Holster and boots I sit on the couch I went on my phone to check social media after a couple of minutes Chandler walks in once the door closes her practially ripping off his clothes I smirked "We got 10 minutes." He says I chuckled "Then sit down I'll give you a blowjob." I say grinning his face turns red he begins to unbuckle his belt then sits down next to me I kiss him as I pull out his erection he moans as I begin to stroke him I smirk I pull away I kiss the tip of his cock then I slowly run my tongue over the tip Chandler lets out a soft moan as I slowly let him into my mouth "Oh god.."Chandler moans I bob my head up and down running my tongue against his shaft "That's it baby girl." Chandler moans he throws his head back letting out a moan I bob my head faster I gag as his cock hits the back of my throat "Fuck!" Chandler moans there is suddenly a knock at the door I take him out of my mouth quickly and he quickly buttons his pants "Y/n! You're needed in hair and makeup!" Someone says I throw on my flannel, shoes, and holster "You're just gonna leave me with a boner!" Chandler says pouting "You got two hands and a phone." I say I kiss his cheek then wink and I walk out of the trailer shutting the door I walk over to hair and makeup Kelly is there waiting for me "Sit on down girlfriend." She says I sit in the chair and she immediately begins to make my face all bloody and she creates a gash on my forehead in the corner by my hairline "Greg what we doing for her foot blood?" Kelly says "Yeah add some blood on her foot because she isn't going to have her shoe on." Greg says I untie my right boot and I pull it off along with my sock "Make sure you get the arms." Greg says then walks out "Got it boss man!" Kelly says and begins to create the gashes on my arms and my foot "Sooo..." She says "Sooo..." I say she chuckles "Has Chandler put a ring on it yet?" She asks I chuckle "Nah..We are barely out of high school I don't think that will happen for a while." I say rolling my eyes she nods she continues working on my wounds she flicks blood on my clothes, chest, and stomach "Damn you look bloody!" She says chuckling "Alright boo you are ready!" Kelly beams I get out of the chair I walked out trying not to step on the rocks on the ground I walk over to the set of the gate a truck already there along with the cast and crew Andrew helps me in the truck as Greg gives me some notes about the scene Andrew climbs in the truck after me they cover a cloth in fake blood along with my ankle as it has to look like it has been gashed also broken "Alright Norman drive!" Greg says Norman slowly drive away turning around then stopping about 30 feet from the gate "Alright we ready!" A walkie goes off "Norman drive slowly when I say action speed up." The walkie goes off Norman begins to slowly drive "Action!"

The gate slides open are Daryl drive through he stops the car and immediately gets out "Someone get Siddiq!" Daryl yells Carl can hear Clover crying as if she is in pain he climbs from the guard post and rushes over to the car Daryl opens the bed of the truck "What happened!?" Carl yells taking Clover in his arms "She got trapped had to jump glass cut her ankle up." Rick says climbing out "You're ok baby girl it's gonna be ok." Carl says trying to soothe her "It hurts Carl." Clover cries "I know baby girl its ok." He says taking off his flannel and tying it around her ankle "Carl come on!" Rick says as he gets in the driver's seat he places Clover back down then climbs in Daryl closes the bed and Rick drives off

“Cut!" 

2:30 am I heard the sound of a door close I opened my eyes to find myself in Chandler's arms he gently places me on the bed "Shh go back to sleep." He says he slides off my shoes the gently slides off my sweatpants knowing I hate sleeping in long pants I prefer shorts he gently slides some pajama shorts on me I hear the sound of a package crinkling then the bed dips next to me and something wet begins to my wipe my face a makeup wipe he wipes my face and my arms and my foot getting as much fake blood off as he can he then tucks me into bed he turns off the lamp but leave the hall light on I hear the shower turn on and about 10 minutes later he climbs into bed with me he wraps his arm around my waist then kisses my shoulder I then drift off to sleep ready to do it all again on monday

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[olympustownrp]

❝   Your favorite candy’s cotton,                           that’s why all your teeth are rotten. ❞

{+} Enigmatic, Profound, Candid || {-}  Decadent, Volatile, Sadistic

↳ 🔱 Background

The ‘accident’ as it was referred to when splashed across the front pages of newspapers was a tragedy. The people of Sicily mourned, their black-and-white faces contorted like stone gargoyles on broadsheets captioned with quotes about the heart-breaking ‘mistake’ which had fallen upon such a well-mannered, church-going family. On Christmas Eve, 2003, all six of the Romana’s got into their family Jeep for a trip — Andiamo su un’avventura! — blissfully unaware of the exhaust pipe which had been slid inside the boot of the car by their father (balding, mid-thirties, recovering alcoholic suffering from depression) earlier that bitter day. Six raven heads one by one allowed their lids to fall, dropping into the abyss of eternal slumber, their elderly next door neighbour frantically hammering her mittens against the locked windows, screaming for help — Qualcuno mi aiuti! When the gathering crowd of witnesses finally managed to smash the back window open with a crowbar they found two children and four corpses. It was a wonder that the youngest two of the family even survived, her head lodged between her brother’s knees, teeth-marks in her cotton stockings as she stared brazenly at the onlookers, him with tears in his eyes, her without a hint of emotion on her angelic face. Her only question was if she’d get Marcia’s room, now.

At four and three, Lamia and Lucifer Romana were orphaned on Christmas day, both parents and their two sisters pronounced deceased in the Christmas day paper. With no recorded relatives the two Sicilian children were sent to Rome to live live in a convent where they were educated by Catholic nuns. The sisters saw great promise in Lamia; she was by far the most obedient of the class with her watchful blue eyes which seemed to take in everything they taught her. She was a quiet child, but mature beyond her years with such a profound mind which as she grew older, she dedicated to God. Yet there was always something strange about the little black-haired girl, something otherly that the nuns could never quite figure out.

By the time she was approaching her teenage years young Lamia’s sharp profile and jet black hair had already won herself many an admirer, but at the tender age of twelve she had already hand-picked a life of prayer for herself. Faithfulness to religion became an obsession to her, but in it’s rise to power, fear became her enemy. Everywhere she looked on the crumbling streets of Rome she saw evil in the atheist artists with their anarchistic works and demonic intention in the merchants who exploited the system to make themselves richer. In God she trusted her soul, her heart, her entire being.

The turning point came three months prior to her thirteenth birthday. That April evening she lay in her bunk — hands clamped around her rosary, her eyes closed as she pretended to be asleep, hanging onto the occasional word of her brother’s as he chatted and joked with the others who thought that his older sister was weird — her world was torn apart. Those nuns are mad old bats with their Gesù merda, her brother Luc had laughed, Antonia leaning in for a high-five. For a moment, it felt as if her heart had stopped. The convent was everything Lamia had lived for, everything she was going to live for. How could he, her own flesh and blood, not believe it? Betrayal stung like an open wound. He was Judas in the Garden of Gethsemane, that bastardo! It was as if in this simple comment all of the puzzle pieces to Lamia’s mind fell apart; rationality cowered, insanity conquered, and crazed, all she could see was red. Tearing a wooden cross from the wall, an almighty rage burst from the child, a scream ripping from her lungs as she brought the crucifix down into her brother’s throat. The laughter had not left Lucifer’s shining eyes as death claimed him for his own, the haunting image of the boy still smiling in death.

Minutes stretched into hours in the sterile silence of the dormitory that followed, blood spilling from the class clown’s windpipe. No one spoke, no one moved; it was as if in those fragmented shards of time no one even breathed. They found her like that, clutching the cold body of her brother, her tear-stained eyes boring holes into to the portrait of Christ’s Crucifixion on the wall, splintered fingers still clutching the bloodied cross. The psychiatrists decided that a clean break would be the best solution for everyone involved. Effective immediately, Lamia was removed from the convent and taken to psychiatric hospital in Manhattan where she underwent ‘therapy’ for two years by doctors who sucked out her soul. No amount of therapy could cure little Saint Thérèse, though: it only numbed her enough that she no longer cared.

Upon her release, Lamia was sent to Catholic boarding school under the new name ‘Cecily De Rosa’. But little did they know she was far from cured. Paranoid and borderline schizophrenic, young Cecily was anything but ready for release, and with no one left she loved alive the vengeful young girl had nothing to lose. Months of isolation, left alone inside the confines of her mind, Cecily had become bitter and cruel, but she was clever enough to act the innocent to ensure her release. She rebelled against her school and religion in secret for her own self-gratification, sneaking out of school for the thrill of disobedience, swigging vodka in the communal showers, sticking pins in the other girls like voodoo dolls to draw them from their hazy dreams. Freedom, in the form of sexual awakening came when she began sleeping with boys from the local public school, using sex as both a weapon and a source of rebellion. They loved her for her pretty face, and she used them for her own selfish pleasure. When they became too boring for her needs, she disposed of them however she saw fit. It was only after Cecily had driven three of the school staff mad with “horrific visions” that her abilities were noticed. The young demi-god was stolen from the grasp of the Convent and relocated to Olympus, where she was claimed by none other than Hades, the God of Hell, and boy did she plan on raising it.

↳ 🔱 Currently

Shipped like cargo from port to port, Cecily didn’t take long to settle into her new digs at Olympus. To some, she’s a terror, to others merely mischievous, her smile like sugar forever in place if not a dead-eyed stare. Cecily is most at home in the strawberry fields, sickly sweet and rotten like her pretty brain, she knows the fields like the back of her hands and enjoys watching others grow lost, pink syrup dripping from their lips like blood. She can also be found frequenting the wood nymph forest, scaling the trees like a nymph herself, playing pretend with the voodoo dolls in her head, up in the air like a hawk in the crow’s nest to her kingdom.

↳ 🔱 Personality

Cecily sees everything in terms of games – her motive is always to win, to disturb, to unzip the inner workings of another person’s brain. It’s the reaction she craves more than anything else; the raw display of emotion that gives her a superior surge. Playfully sadistic, Cecily is nothing if not a mischievous imp of a girl, a pixie, a doll, though there’s something savage in the glee which she parades on her honeysuckle lips. Twisted, wicked, feral with a butter-wouldn’t-melt, eat-your-heart-out innocence; there’s an irony to her seductive ways, ponytails and knee-high socks worn over the brash irony of incessant desire for the things she can’t have, the people she can’t have, doing anything to beat and break the rules. There’s a macabre glitter to her, sharp teeth, bubble gum lips, the sense that she’s always one step ahead of the game, an infernal recklessness that tears like a bullet through the skin. She’s a devil and a saint in constant paradox, dripping with a childish whim to push bruises into everything her stubby fingers touch.

            Cecily de Rosa has been in town for three months, is portrayed by India Eisley, and is a taken character.

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