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nightshadedawn · 3 years

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Writing prompts!!

Select one of the prompts and a ship and I'll write 300 words for it! I'll keep this open for a week!

Prompts are broken up into categories and further numbered within those categories to help everyone quickly find prompts, so please either give me the category and number of prompt or the prompt itself.

Fuck

"Fuck you." "You know what, [name], I've been trying but you haven't been cooperating." "What."

"I don't hate you." "You bought an entire fucking island to avoid me so we wouldn't be roommates our second year of college." "It obviously didn't work out well because we still ended up in Art History together."

"I'm fucked, I'm screwed. I'm gonna faaaaiillll."

"Well, fuck me and leave me to bleed."

"You're crazy." "Yeah, I'm fucking insane!"

"I have fucking questions!"

"You sir- are fucking hilarious."

"I love you but you're a fucking idiot."

"Love- fuck off."

"I'm cute as all fuck, but I'm an asshole if you piss me off."

"Insomnia's a real fucker, you know?"

"Fuck it- just- breathe! Breathe, damnit!"

"You and your bisexual ass can get the fuck out of here."

"Let's fuck the world over, 'cause that's all we're good for."

"Fuck it. We're not done yet."

"Occasionally I tell people to go fuck themselves just to mess with their puny lives."

"I didn't want anyone else. Fuck it, I just wanted YOU."

"You're a fucking bisexual disaster. Don't at me, brah."

"I'm just a sad, mostly human being that doesn't know what they're doing with their life." "Only mostly?" "Granny honestly got it on so who knows what the fuck Mom is."

"I don't mind if you call me a freak, just don't say it to my face. That's really rather rude." "You're a fucking idiot." "Yes, I've been told."

"I'm DONE! I'm done acting happy, I'm done pretending to be okay, I'm DONE playing this game. I am so. Fucking. DONE. With shits like you! Don't ever come near me again."

"The only reason I kept fighting was because of the people I cared about! And you took them all away from me! I'm not done fighting yet! I'm not done fucking fighting until your body is rotting in the fucking ground!"

"Giving a fuck what other people think about you is like giving them control of your life."

"Please don't pretend to give a fuck about me. I know better now."

"They said I can't." "Well, fuck 'em." "What?" "You're not weak. It's your life. Fuck 'em. Do what you want."

"I trust you about as far as I can throw you. Which is to say I don't. I can't. I'm weak as all fuck."

"I'm as cute as a cucumber. Wait, fuck, that's a kiwi."

Shit

"When you're a sarcastic piece of shit but people keep falling in love with you anyway."

"My sister is a huge piece of shit." "Awe, that's not nice. What'd the shit ever do to you?"

"Shit aside, this isn't the worst plan put into motion."

"Literally no one cares about that shit."

"I'm not a bitch, I'm an asshole. Guys still want to screw me even if all I spew is shit."

"Congratulations! You're in deep shit."

"You've shown great aptitude for bullshitting."

"Shit... I don't... I don't know why I'm crying... Just please don't leave me alone..." "Never."

"I'm one of those people that people regularly tell me not to do stupid shit and I do it anyway."

"I've lived my life watching through windows. I'm ready to go break shit now."

"I promise, I'm okay."

"You expect me to believe that bullshit!?"

"I'm just getting a little tired of having to deal with this shit!"

"Hey, I'm kinda feeling like shit tonight. You think you could... come cuddle me?"

"I don't see myself as someone who breaks promises, spills secrets, or tells lies. I'm not a great person like that statement would suggest. I just don't talk to people enough, and when I do, I don't give enough of a shit to care."

Asshole

"'Cause sometimes, people are just assholes no one else cares about."

"It was an accident! I didn't mean to-" "Now why don't I believe you?" "Because I'm an arrogant prick and an asshole." "At least you're aware of your short comings."

"No, I'm not getting high off lemonade. What are you drinking, bitch?"

"If you're not sucking cock for the fun of it, I don't know what you're doing with your life."

"Ten out of ten. Would bang again." "Please stop." "Love you, babe."

Forget

"I haven't quite forgiven you for that." "No, I don't expect you did."

"The most unforgettable stories are also the most unbelievable, don't you know?"

"I don't need you to hold me like it's okay to forget. I need you to hold me like it's okay to remember, to hold on, and then to let go."

"Sometimes people forget... I'm not normal."

"The world is a wonderful, beautiful, amazing place. That's why it doesn't matter if in thirty years, no one remembers us."

"I want you to remember what it felt like to fight against me."

"Do you remember what it was like when we were young and alright?"

"Do you remember what I promised? That we'd always be together. I don't break promises. Not to anyone, but never to you. As long as you'll have me, I'll be right here. So please, let me stay."

"I want you to remember this feeling; it will follow you all your life."

"Why don't you remember ANYTHING I said!?"

Pain

"Don't you ever wish we could ever be something different? Like, I don't know. Something less hellish?" "I don't know. Sometimes I welcome the pain."

"I just get so restless, and I can't stop moving, and when I have to sit down and focus... it's really hard because I just want to be up. It's genuinely painful when it strikes in the middle of class or something."

"Pain is what made me human."

"You don't understand all the pain we went through to get where we are now."

"I will break, I will burn, but I will not let you hurt me."

"Listen to me and this broken heart of mine."

"It's not your fault you've been hurt before."

"I don't enjoy hurting people." "Could'a fooled me."

"Does it hurt?" "Always."

“It’s not me you have to worry about killing you if you hurt our daughter, it’s my wife.” “Oh, honey, you know me so well.”

"I knew from the beginning I'd never be able to hurt you."

"I shouldn't care. Caring only hurts."

"Sometimes when people get hurt, they shut themselves away. They push away people and the things that hurt them. But I think it's more interesting when they fight back. Revenge is a bitter tale, but it's a more interesting story told."

"I don't want to fall in love. Falling means you get hurt. I want to grow. I want to grow to love someone, see them at their smallest and grow into their mightiest. I want to grow to love, because when something grows, it never stops growing."

"My head feels heavy and my heart just hurts."

"Don't stress the small stuff. It only makes your brain hurt."

"In the end, we were made of blood that could be spilt and bones that could be broken."

"'Broken,' he'd promised. And 'broken' he'd become."

Death

"I have been scared of many things. Surprisingly, my death has never been one of them."

"They're both very strong willed, bull headed, "death to all those who defy me" kind of people."

"Even the bravest close their eyes when facing Death."

"Death seems like the best option right now." "No. No, it does not."

"Touch my phone and you accept Death as your new best friend."

"You tend to just find death everywhere you go. Isn't that a problem?"

"Death is not a good look on you, honey."

"I've got about a hundred years worth of death on my hands and isn't that great?"

"Death comes to all those who wait for it."

"Murder, death, and mayhem are my favorite things to write about."

"You are an angel of death by association. This is your duty."

"I hope you've got some kind of special armor under that dress, 'cause with the way you're surrounded, if you don't, you're gonna die."

"We're gonna die." "That's the plan."

"How many times must she die before you're satisfied?!"

"This time, I'm not letting you die for me."

"Someone's gonna die tonight, but it ain't gonna be me."

"Fine. I'll let you die. I'll just have to bring you back to life."

"But why'd you have to die?"

"If I die, it's officially Your Fault."

"Welp. time to die again,"

"No! No! You don't get to die! You don't get to die and leave me alone!"

"Don't ask me that! Don't do that!" "Why?" "Because everyone knows that when you talk about the future right before a big battle, you're gonna die!"

"When it comes down to it, I want you to make sure I die."

"How did you save them?" "Easy- I died."

"I would live and die for you, but I'd never kill."

"We are not gods. But I shall die like one anyway."

"There was a time when I swear I was just waiting to die."

"I'd rather destroy myself than let her die for me."

"The truth is- I'm just tired of watching you die."

"I've died so many times, and I'm still falling for you."

"I am so done with children." "You have nine." "And I would die for each and every one of them."

"It's a miracle in itself that you haven't died yet."

"The explosion killed thousands. How are you alive?"

"You bother me." "I can't imagine why." "Surely it has nothing to do with the fact you've killed hundreds of people including my family. That couldn't possibly be it."

"I trust you, but the question is, do you trust me?" "I trust you not to get yourself killed." "I think you might be asking a little too much."

"How are you going to tell your sister you killed her best friend?" "I'm not." "That's no way to start a relationship."

"You are legit trying to kill me." "Oh darling, if I really wanted to kill you, I wouldn't be trying. You'd be dead already."

"I'm pretty sure I killed someone. But then again, I could be wrong."

"I'm going to kill someone." "Oh dear god, please be me."

"Ohhhhh, my sister's gonna kill me for this one."

"One time my sister tried to tell me I wasn't right. Valid, I wasn't. But I still tried to kill her anyway."

"Do what you will. But don't come crying to me if it kills you."

"Oh god, just kill me now." "As you wish."

"The next time somebody tries to kill, me, I'm gonna scream." "I should hope so?"

"This child threatened to kill me." "She threatened to burn the entire city to the ground. I don't see what your point is."

"We are all dead and it’s your fault!"

"Oh look. The sun is shining, nobody is dead- today's gonna be a good day."

"I swore I wouldn't do it again. But here I am. Wishing all of them dead."

"I guess being dead wasn't good enough for you. You wanted to erase me from history too."

"Who even knows if we'll be alive tomorrow?"

"What story did they tell you?" "That'd I'd never make it out alive."

"And if I refuse?" "Well, *chuckle* don't suppose you'll get out of this alive."

"You just need to survive."

"The world is a cruel, unfair place. But it's the one we live in, so we gotta do what we can to survive."

"You've done your best to destroy me, but I survived all along."

"I survive because there is nothing else I could do."

"The world didn't want me. But I survived anyway."

"I think I'm more surprised that you're telling me this than the fact that you survived it."

"We exist in this time and place. This isn't the end."

"You hide it in the corners of your mind like it doesn't exist."

"Once upon a time, there was a girl. A regular, ordinary type of girl. The kind of girl... that no longer exists."

"In any other world, we would not exist."

"Hell exists in ways you don't expect it to."

"I exist in your eyes, but not in your life."

"You weren't supposed to exist."

"I suppose that magic exists. In some way or another."

"Time is inconsequential. Unreal. It doesn't exist. All that exists is the here and now."

"The world only exists the way we want it to."

"The world need not know you exist. More importantly, the world need not know you exist as you do."

"Who's dying this time?"

"I've existed long enough to know this is a very bad idea."

"We only sort of exis

"There's something beautiful in the way you look at the world like nothing else exists."

"We exist to be tempered into impossible weapons."

"I am aware of worlds and things that should not exist."

"The difference you have to learn about the past and future is that the future gives us a reason to keep living... the past only exists to hold us back."

"You are the bane of my existence." "I'm the bane of existence in general."

"How many times have I thought about dying? Too many."

My entire life you've made me cry. All you're doing now is making me cry again.

"My room's a mess. Kinda like my life. But nobody's complaining about that."

"My life was wonderful. But it was better without you in it."

When life gives ya lemons, we find someone who has vodka and makes martinis.

"She's living her life in monochrome."

"There are some things in life that just get you down. And then there's her."

"I've been wrong all my life. This is just another instance, isn't it?

"Home is not a place. It's a feeling. Feeling of contentment, life, respect, safety. That is home."

"I live off of two things: spite and validation. I live to spite those who say I can't, but I need validation from those who say I can."

"Please don't live for tomorrow. Live for today."

"My favorite kind of people are the ones who live for themselves, and not for anyone else."

I knew we'd live forever.

"There's not enough time on Earth to see everything. We could go back a billion years and live every moment up to now, and even then we wouldn't see everything." "Nah. But with you, I'd like to try. I feel like I could do anything with you by my side."

#persona 5 #pegoryuann #pegoryu #shuann #yutaba #sk8 the infinity #matchablossom #renga #bnha #bakudeku #kirikami #iidachako #todomomo #if you have questions about another show or ship send me an ask because I honestly am terrible at tagging and i might still be into it #haikyuu!!#kagehina #asanoya #daisuga #honestly most haikyuu ships i just don't know most of their names

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jbbuckybarnes · 4 years

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Professor Sugar - 2/7

Pairing: Student!Reader x Professor!Bucky Description: Like tons of other students you struggle with finances, but you can’t get any aid since your parents are filthy rich. The system doesn’t care that they broke off contact after you came out as bisexual. There is, however, someone else that cares. The prof of your class on PTSD and trauma. Professor Barnes. Written for: @fanfictionaries & @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan‘s challenges. Warnings: Financial Instability, not beta read.

Professor Sugar Masterlist // Masterlist

Books & Coffee

You sat in the student café next to the building Mr. Barnes held his classes in. An hour is what he said. An hour on your phone and staring up at coffee prices that were worth multiple instant noodle packs. Last semester you could sometimes indulge in a cup of coffee if something was left at the end of a month. Now that you were one job down that wasn‘t a possibility anymore unless you had an absolute reason to celebrate or were seriously down.

„I see you‘re doing your homework.“ You heard and looked up at your favorite professor. „Yeah. It feels weird not doing anything.“ You commented and let your fingernails clack on your phone case. „You could read a book.“ He suggested and sat down on one of the chairs. „I don‘t really have the concentration for that and audiobooks are too expensive.“ You shrugged and started playing with the hem of your shirt. „The library has a lot of their books as audiobooks. In case you didn‘t know.“ He continued suggesting. „Yeah, but it‘s mostly the boring stuff. I want some true crime or deeply researched investigative journalism.“ You smiled a little awkward, thinking about your oddly specific book interests. „Oh, that‘s your type of thing, huh?“ He grinned and took note of how your interests connected perfectly to the field you studied. „I have this really cool book on my list about the Pentagon and how it works. $35 for the audiobook. Nobody can tell me the government doesn‘t want the less stable to stay unstable.“ You got a little political. „$35 you say?“ You heard and looked up from the café menu you had been spinning around. Confusion clearly written across your face, „Yeah.“ „How about you write a B+ or better on the first test and I get you your book?“ He smiled over at you and made you blink in disbelief. „I can‘t take th-“ „Yes, you can. I‘d buy any student a book if they wanted one.“ He held out his hand to you. „Fine.“ You shook his hand, „But it‘s on you if this isn‘t allowed, Mr. Barnes.“ „Promise.“ And with that sweet smile he was all the way over by the counter, ordering a black coffee. *Cute Prof just told me he‘d buy me a book on my reading list if I land a B+ or better!* You texted Samantha a little nervous about the whole thing. *Academic sugar daddy!!!!* Was the only message coming back. *Of course, your mind goes there.* You sent back while rolling your eyes.

And like that you went and studied harder than ever for that course. Having a professor that actually felt like he believed in you made quite a difference. After every lesson you went and showed him your neatly organized study notes from the previous lesson and every time you got a thumbs up or a good suggestions from him. You looked at study accounts and tried to emulate their notes so you had more fun studying and you regularly watched „study with me“ videos to keep yourself going on the bad days. The other courses were still hard, but you knew you wouldn‘t have to be as concerned about them compared to Barnes‘ class.

After a few weeks the first test came around and you felt prepared and motivated...until you got the results back. „B-“ He handed the paper to you with an almost apologizing smile. „Fuck.“ What did that mean for the rest of the year if you already were so under average in the first test? „Hey, it‘s alright. I saw how much you worked your butt off. You‘re trying.“ He said encouragingly. „Apparently not hard enough.“ You mumbled and walked out of the classroom under worried eyes. How was it so hard for you to learn about trauma and then put it onto paper in a test? You really liked the topic too, so why didn‘t it feel easy to you?

You went into the coffee shop, mind kinda clouded and ready to just plop into bed. But instead, you decided to order a drink. „A caramel macchiato, please.“ You got out a little more depressed than intended. „Make that two.“ A familiar voice said behind you. You turned around to see your professor again, „It‘s on me.“ „Miste-„ „I said what I said, put your money away.“ He grinned and you rolled your eyes while putting your wallet away. Was he like this to everyone? Damn it, this is why you should be more social with people in courses you‘re in!

A few moments later you were sitting on your usual table with him across from you. „Found your Goodreads account. And a few others‘ in the class. Why do my students keep using their full name as nicknames? Whatever. I saw the book you mentioned last time. Pulitzer, huh?“ He smiled impressed. „Yeah, and she reads her audiobooks herself. Super calming voice.“ You drifted off a bit until you saw him take something out of his wallet. A card that he slid over to you. „An Amazon gift card...Mister B-“ „-I said in the first lesson, you all can call me Bucky.“ He grinned. „That‘s too much. A coffee? Fine. But this?“ You raised a brow and pointed at the card. „I‘ve seen your hard work and you‘ll finish on time if you keep working like that.“ He gave you a proud smile. „I can‘t take that Bucky.“ You said again and it felt strangely good saying that name and it also felt good to hear out of your mouth. „Yes, you can. I‘m not taking it back.“ He held up his hands a bit with a dramatic face. „Fine“ You grumbled and put it in your worn off wallet. Your phone lit up, a screen with a few scratches was illuminated. *And? What‘s the grade?* *B-* *Fuck...but that‘s still way better than the C‘s and C-‘s you had last year.* He looked at you a little more. The only really nice thing you had was your iPad Pro with the Stylus. You constantly used it in his classes. The rest? He didn‘t see financial instability, but if he looked closer, like right now, he could see the little things. The old phone, the fact you never really get coffee here, the torn-up wallet, the old backpack you used for your study materials. „Can I ask what happened with your parents?“ He asked a little softer. „Came out as bisexual to them.“ You mumbled, staring at your coffee, shrugging lightly. „That‘s all?“ His eyebrow raised and he was surprised that this was everything to it. You nodded, „Wow.“ „Jup. Just don‘t know if my psyche would‘ve suffered less around those people, compared to living with my friend and barely paying rent.“ You commented on your weekly recurring thoughts. „I‘ll look into more potential study aids, alright? I know you‘re not the only one in the class with that problem. I hate to see that happen more and more.“ He frowned concerned. „You don‘t have to.“ You mumbled again, still holding onto your coffee. „Yes, I do. You keep studying. No reason why you should also have that on your mind all the time if I have more than enough time for it.“ He insisted. „Bucky?“ „Hm?“ His eyes went up and you were met with a glimpse of a puppy face. „Thank you. You do more than a professor needs to do.“ A big smile was interchanged before you brought out your iPad again and flipped open the case to reveal the keyboard. „How‘d you afford that handy thing?“ He pointed at it nonchalantly. „There are aids for digital study material, and tax benefits, so I took the opportunity that I saw.“ You grinned proudly. „I see you frowning every time that pen runs out of battery and you need to switch to typing with the pen attached to it.“ A wide grin was spread across his face. „Glad I‘m entertaining.“ God, why was it so easy to flirt with him? It shouldn‘t be so easy to flirt with him. „Well then, my office hours start soon. Tell me how the book is.“ He said standing up. „Will do.“ And he was out of the door.

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lyriumsings · 4 years

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OC INFO MEME

My detective \o/ with some actual info

BASICS

Full name: Helena Lily Grace

Nickname: Nell (never Nelly she hates that)

Gender: Cis female

Age: 25

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: she/her

Faceclaim: none

OTHER

Family: Rebecca (mom), Elijah (dad)

Ethnicity: American, Mixed with ??? Dad was adopted and doesn’t know (personally leaning towards Hispanic and indigenous specifically Arawak maybe because I’m projecting my need to learn about my biological roots dontworryaboutit)

Job: Wayhaven Detective

Phobias: Not being good enough (Nell voice: thanks mom and Bobby!), dying young

Guilty Pleasures: She’s pretty unapologetic idk if she would have any. Does Mason count? You gotta be at least a little ashamed of liking Mason; it builds character.

Hobbies: She goes to the gym fairly regularly, maybe once a week alternating with yoga. She likes cooking, tennis, and tv. She and Tina watch a lot of shows together and she talks to Verda about stuff she thinks is cool that she saw on the nature channel.

Languages: English, Spanish, and French (conversational)

MORALS

Morality Alignment: Chaotic Good

Sins: Pride, Lust, Wrath

Virtues: Kindness, Charity, Diligence

THIS OR THAT

introvert | extrovert

organized | disorganized

close-minded | open-minded

calm | anxious | restless

disagreeable | agreeable | in between

cautious | reckless | in between

patient | impatient

outspoken | reserved

leader | follower | flexible (but it’s vERY hard to get her to follow to begin with, you have to earn that which is why her and Adam butt heads so much)

empathetic | unempathetic

optimistic | pessimistic | realistic (probably leaning towards pessimism just a little)

traditional | modern | inbetween

hardworking | lazy | inbetween

RELATIONSHIPS

OTP: Nell/Mason

OT3: —

BROTP: Nell/Tina, Nell/Felix/Nate

NOTP: Nell/Bobby; evil

5 FACTS

Her name was chosen by her dad and he tried to name her after Helen of Troy and he misremembered it as “Helena Troy”; her middle name is chosen from that short Patreon unseen scene with Rook and Rebecca.

She has a cat named Bastard, she did not name him that and tried to change it but it’s all he’ll respond to.

Her relationship with Sung is weird. A combination of the fact that he was her dad’s friend and never really dealt with her as a rebellious teen and a general apprehension of making him a pseudo father figure makes her keep him at arms length. Sees him as a possible sort of strained distant uncle.

She had a rebellious youth and the crime that was her last straw was a drunken B&E with her friends (which are my other three detectives and are basically aus of “what if this one was caught instead of Nell”). She also punched an officer.

Her relationship with Rebecca is especially strained because of her not being there/not being honest with her even as she got older. Now that the truth is in the open she understands more and is more open to working on their relationship.

#the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven detective #seraphinitegames #my art #my ocs #oc: helena #oc: nell #twc

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btsandvmin · 4 years

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Collection of asks 2 - BTSandVMIN

I had to make a second one because the length of the first one was getting way too long. If you are curious about some of my older asks here is the link to my first collection post - Collection of asks - BTSandVMIN

I have this post because I feel some of the asks I answer are worth saving, for me personally, and perhaps for you as well. But I don’t want to put them all in my Masterpost where I want to keep it a bit more structured for my longer posts and analysis. So for asks that are more about answering specific questions or about general things or my feelings I will put them here.

Asks are written more in the moment than my usual posts, so they might be less accurate as it’s all mostly from the top of my head. The newest ones will actually be on top, and then they will get older going down the list. I’ll update it regularly as I answer more asks. :)

Look at jhope's interaction with maknae line

Sorry for spamming with asks

You're so right about how any ship can be possible if you focus on it

I reject any idea of a couple being pushed to protect another

What do you think of vmin’s busan forehead kiss?

About tae changing the choreo of fake love

What do you think of that famous ji/kook trip together ?

"Friends" doesn't speak about a friendship to me and the title seems like a way to "hide" the true meaning. Thoughts?

I honestly do feel his "best" friend is only ever needed when it's convenient to him

When j/k wore matching shirts asked them something like are u guys dating Its so differnt from his rn to vmin

Looking at th and jm for what they are or represented to be their bond shouldn't be taken at face value. Just reminding that jealousy amongst bandmates do exist

Jimin kissed tae on the pretext of kissing tanny. tae blanked out for a few secs after that

Jin in Jimins Festa profile this yr called Tae his "Bf" and then the next word is "best friend"

I dont think vmin or any other ship in bts for that matter are in any form of relationship right now.

Kind of agree with vmin not spending much time together outside of work & things they do/say barely even give off that "possibly a couple" vibe in general

IF feelings are involved, who do you think fell first and why?

You already said that you ship them, but do you think that they're real?

I found it kinda weird how jimin apparently "didn't know" 4 o'clock was inspired by him

Have u seen that one radio interview in the past Th openly called out jm for liking men?

We never see them hangout tgt I mean we have seen ji/kook tgt more often and tae with his wooga squad

What did you think about jimin playing the video game using tae's acc while the latter looked from behind?

When tae posted 'lets keep going for a long time i only have u' they probably only knew e/o for about 2 yrs and now we also know that at that time they still argued and fought with e/o alot. Yet they felt so strongly for their frienship.

What are your thoughts about tae choosing " my time " to recommend it to a non army.

If we look at their personalities tae is more of introverted and shy these days while jimin is more outgoing and loud. But when it comes the them jimin is always the one who seems cautious

Is it my imagination or is Jimin VERY loud lately? I feel like the roles have somehow been reversed.

The timeline of the dumpling incident really confuses me.

Why do i feel like vmin dont hangout outside of work anymore

Just read your ji/kook vs vmin post regarding festa and I agree. you can tell that jm gets very serious when it comes to tae

A possible sexual relationship between Jimin and Tae. I've seen subtle hints where this might be happening behind the scenes like the recent bang bang con

Whenever joon says stuff like 'what a nice friendship/bcoz he is your friend' vmin have a very neutral or blank face

When do you think their friendship turned into something more?

Did u see how tae coloured jimin's name on the soft board with purple.

Jimin recently in this festa says jk is his soul brother

Nj nearly always tries to underplay vmin's bond.

Sweet Night: “Sharing my fragile truth That I still hope the door is open Door'

I feel like jimin was reluctant to talk about the dumpling incident probably bcoz it involves him getting drunk?

Your opinion on the whole "that's smth a couple would do" "you two look like a couple" for ji/kook vs "it's cause he's your friend "

What ur opinion is on the new kdrama that is based on homosexuality.

Tae has many a times mentioned wanting to have kids or wanting to be father.

Taehyung has always talked about having a family, children and wife etc.

I personally feel the maknae line in general have been advised not to do lives alone tgt bcoz of the intense shipping

I spend hours reading your posts and I could never get tired of it

I have a doubt about vmin recently V is so close to JK it seems like V avoiding jimin

Taehyung talked about the movie Call Me by Your Name and its soundtrack

I honestly like how unpopular vmin are.

Let's say JM and TH have other partners - do you think said partners would be okay with a whole song of vmin declaring each other as soulmates?

In the end there is no moment that is unique to a ship. do you agree?

Some vlives are arranged by the company and sometimes members themselves when the find free time they go live.

What was the point of making a decision tght to come on vlive tgh infront of the fan to then not do it?

It cant be the company stopping v and jm from doing a live can it?

Do you the think the reason vmin dont do vlive is because taehyung's feelings are one sided?

Theory on a possible reason on why vmin has not gone to do a vlive on their own for so long?

On bon voyage 3 j hope mentions how v and jk were hugging each other in their sleep.

Ji/kook is obvious (ear nibble) and Tae reacting blank to Vmin moments

But why they dont have funny bro handshake like v/kook?

You are so delusional like seriously how do you function in real life

You know how vmin called eo soulmates. The term can also be taken in a platonic way too right

If there’s a real ship in bts, can you give me your opinion on who?

Tae kissing jimin's cheek after they won an award in some music show (About ship edits)

I think vmin is real. Can you do a Sweet night analysis because in my opion the song dosen't match with the drama

Why are you a Vmin shipper if you don't think Jimin is gay or at least bisexual?

I don't blame V and Jimin for not doing Vlive together

You know that blurry picture of vmin in 2014?

Tae and jk seem like the members who are most non straight to u and also that jimin might be straight so then isnt it more possible for t**k***k to be the couple?

Do you think that vmin are straight?

Can you tell me what makes you think jk is not straight

Ppl connect sweet night and 4 o' clock with vmin After tae's live yesterday n i m also seeing some ppl being offended by it.

Why do I sense that Tae has more of crush on Jimin (and realized it) but Jimi is oblivious?

Will you still publish that long vmin and lgbt in korea analysis.

Even namjoon said they should go live to discuss about their song.

I dont really consider minjoon vlive as one they did themselves. it was mostly organised by the company

Maknae line avoid vlives and its really weird that jimi would do it with rm but not tae

Shouldnt it be easy for them to go live tght than anyone else?

Tae is very reluctant or scared to do a vlive with jimin

In the past month when vmin did mention about the song they just made superficial comments

Hi �� do you write vmin fics?

I also feel that jm is nervous to talk about the song even though he said he will in the comeback show

If jimin doesn't go live today as well maybe we can get a vmin live?

Vmin antis say vmin are not friends irl and use the fact that they are never spotted hanging out offscreen as "proof"

Will you do a Vmin throwback - 2019?

Can we even be considered delulu anymore for thinking not all of this is a coincidence?

Sweet night doesn't really fit the couple relationship in the drama

What do you mean when you say 'not being delulu'?

I dont know why after listening to sweet night i feel very nervous?

Maybe the lyrics to SN are very well just about the drama/webtoon.

Do you think the songs lie and stigma are related ?

Namjoon talking about Friends 2 - Making excuses

Namjoon talking about Friends 1 - Can’t write about them

About the “Hello my alien” line in Friends

Do you think they gone do fansing this period of promoting?

Jm said when he wants to make and gift a song if he finds someone he loves and he actually helped write n produce the melody of chingu

Omg Ive been crying over the vmin song lyrics ever since they came out.

Thoughts about the song and what you took out of it

Its not a light hearted thing to call each other soulmate

This kind of debunks the christmas song theory… i feel sad like they are commercialising their friendship

Jimin is partly involved in the making and it will be about Jimin and Tae’s bond

I fear that vmin will become the next larry

Chrismats song, smile awards. Arent those awards previously decided and even the words written for them by the company?

I was wondering if you're going to write something about bv4 and all the vmin we got there

Do you think that vmin say they love each other truly or for fan service?

Recently i watched a vkook video to compare

Do you know how exactly vmin met?

Whenever I do get the chance to focus on Vmin it’s usully one of three things

At the airport Tae had his arm around Jimin's shoulder but removed it quickly when they arrived in front of the cameras.

I don’t care if people don’t ship Vmin romantically. But with Vmin doing things like this you can’t really blame us if we do.

I got a looooot of asks on the Christmas song and I will adress the ones I have left all in one go

The reaction in bv was probably cause he wants to visits there and jm got there first

Vmin talked about tannie and how they went to visit tannie at tae's parents house

Just do it how you feel comfortable, we are waiting for your analysis

What video is the gif you post with this : Jimin and V talking about going to the Sapporo snow festival and playing in the snow together

This break was an opportunity for them to be around other friends and family so maybe they just wanted to spend this time apart

Do you really think vm are soulmates? Sometimes i feel like we might be over using this word for them

Once again thank you for all the asks you send! And also sorry for not being able to keep up and answer them all. I’ll try to answer some old ones as well whenever I can, and I will keep adding some of them to this list. I hope you found something interesting. Thanks for reading!

#vmin #vmin analysis #btsandvmin #Btsandvmin ask #btsandvmin masterpost #vmin masterpost #Btsandvmin answer #95z is love #my post #keep loving vmin

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lysandratrevelyan · 4 years

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So, there's a weird part about growing up queer in a queer family, surrounded by fellow queers of all walks of life. You still get shit on by the world, and it hurts - hurts SO FUCKING MUCH - but there's a disconnect there, as well. After all, my family understands. They truly do understand the pain of changing what parts of you that you share with the world, with your friends at school and at their homes.

I already did this because of our religion, the additional editing barely registered.

I take that back, I was more open about being raised a Witch by other Witches than I was that sometimes I didn't feel like a girl or that girls and boys were roughly equally interesting. I was more open about the fact that we could name every single person who had passed on our religion going back over 500 years than the fact that several of my Aunts and Uncles in the community - both the Queer and the Pagan, and there were several that, like us, lay in the overlap - crossed gender boundaries in one way or another.

I grew up knowing first-hand how the AIDS crisis affected people. My Uncle Clemeth died when I was around 7 years old. I hadn't seen him in months because of the rules for the hospice house, after a lifetime of seeing him a few times a month. I'd barely seen his partner (not husband, because that was still over 20 years away, and not his domestic partner because that was still about 15 years off) in that time, because he'd been at the hospice house every day, every second he could, watching the love of his life waste away. The only person that could spend any time with him was the in-home caregiver who'd been caring for Clemeth before he got too ill, and I am very happy to say that the two of them are still together, still taking care of each other now as legally recognized spouses.

I grew up never worrying that my parents would be disappointed in whatever path I took. I was extremely privileged for that, and only wish I could do the same for my own kids (their father's family has them terrified of their own shadows, and I am slowly working through legal shit trying to get them away from that). I didn't have to worry that my parents would tear up my books or posters, destroy my jewelry or clothes over me choosing a different religious path. That I had been vocal since about 3 years old regarding which Gods called to me actually never factored into any of that. I didn't have to worry that my openly Bi parents, who were also openly polyamorous, would every shame me for my sexual wants or desires; they only made sure that I could talk to them about what I wanted or needed, and would help me safely explore.

I can still laugh at my mom buying me my first vibrator when I was 16, and the years later conversation in my twenties about how sex was weird as I'd recently discovered.

I can also still feel the warmth of her rage when she learned some of the shit that asshole pulled, and the way I felt safe telling her. I hope my siblings could feel the ice of my own when he tried to target them later.

I grew up going to Pride, marching in it, gleefully introducing my first girlfriend to my parents, even though we were only "out" to a handful of friends at school. I still think of her fondly, and hope she's well. I got to grow up around IT workers, social workers, authors, sex workers, tattooists, and people from every other walk of life. I got to dye my hair, cut it however I wanted. I got to choose when I got my first piercing, where it was (my ears, boringly enough, at age 4, though i plan on at least two more once it's safe) and when I wanted to gauge up they got me the jewelry and had me talk to some fellow poly Pagan friends about care and taking it slow.

When, at age 8 I was repeatedly trying to kill myself, my parents sought help. One of them sat me down and talked about her own struggles, and they found me a professional to talk to, and they made an effort to spend more time with me. Just because my problem was bigger than that didn't mean it didn't help, and they checked with me regularly about it; when I was in high school and spiraled heavily, they got me to the doctor, talked to her and let me talk to her privately, and reminded me to take the meds I was prescribed. When that med didn't help, they listened to me after I had to change to an entirely different med class, and shared their happiness that I was doing better.

They had learned after not listening to my younger sister, you see. My parents aren't perfect, and that whole talk I had when I was 8 scarred me heavily. Don't fucking tell your kids that you have it worse, okay? And maybe, just maybe listen when your kid tells you that the prozac makes them too manic and don't insist they can't be bipolar like mom's side of the family only depressed like yours, nearly killing your kid in the process. My sister is much better these days, but that was one of the first big experiences after the amnesia, and is still understandably bitter over it. Our older sibling and I are, too.

As an adult, I still had to deal with people being bigoted pieces of shit, now without the buffer of my parents. I had to deal with abusers who saw my barely acknowledged bisexuality as an easy target. I had to deal with classmates and coworkers mocking a later boyfriend for being gay. He wasn't, is still straight and cis, and unfortunately now a shitty dad, but because he taught ballroom dance that made him gay apparently. I still had to deal with lesbians insisting I just needed to pick a side. I still had to deal with homophobia, and biphobia, on top of defending my religion.

People fucking suck, okay?

As an adult, who grew up queer in a queer family surrounded by a queer community, though, it has brought me great pleasure to watch people try to make bigoted arguments, to convince me that somehow, at some time in some way I understood (understand) why it's a problem to let people be who they are. It's not a moral standpoint. It's not an ethical standpoint. They just really can't comprehend that I don't hate myself on some level, because I was never taught to. My exposure to that kind of bullshit was extremely limited to public school and visiting my grandmothers. Even then, the kids didn't know what they didn't know, and at least one of my grandmothers only cared that she got to see us.

Every place we went, every one of my parents' friends we visited, I was surrounded by people who were queer or part of my religion, and frequently both. I was aware there were bigots in the broader Pagan community, but my parents didn't have the time for that, so it wasn't really in my sphere. I could be me, in public. If I was a boy that day, I was a boy that day, and no one said boo about it.

Even now, years and years later, seeing the uptick in TERF bullshit and purity bullshit and people trying to rewrite the history of my communities (both queer and pagan, and they can all fuck right off), I'm not ashamed. I'm not confused. I am who I always have been. Labels may have changed with time as people find new words that fit them better, but even as safe as my upbringing was, we all still are part of the same community; the world outside still existed, my parents simply took the hits for me.

I guess the reason I'm writing all this, sharing all this when I usually keep my personal stuff offline is that I'm seeing a lot of queer people under every label talking about how they somehow can't do all... ^^this... for their own future kids - whatever form those kids come in. Y'all, my parents are a Boomer and a Gen Xer. I'm still doing what I can for my kids. There's not a cis-het person in my immediate family! You can do this.

Please don't give up hope, or leave that hope to the wider world being more acceptable. That acceptance comes at the cost of lives and loves and so much time. Raise your kids in the community. Adopt kids in the community. Be an Aunt or Uncle or Adjacent Adult Figure of whatever term fits! Let kids know themselves and that you are there for them. I believe in you.

#aster's personal tag #queerness #queer #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #art and culture and history oh my

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Medusa (Nikki/Tommy)

A new fic here. A sort of Greek mythology AU, featuring a sad Nikki and a cute Tommy. Oh and also, soulmates trope!

I hope you’ll like it, let me know what tou think about it!

Plot: Nikki and Tommy have been friends for a few months now, but Nikki has never shown his eyes. There’s a secret behind this.

Warnings: mentions of past abuse, mention of rape (in the context of a Greek myth)

The first time Tommy had met Nikki they were in a bar, and the drummer hadn’t seen his eyes. It was a boiling Saturday in Los Angeles and, despite the temperatures, Sixx was in full glam mode, dressed in black leather, with jet-black hair, black everything. Tommy looked kinda stupid in his high-waisted tight denim and yellow shirt. Figuring something out about Sixx had been nearly impossible since that dark and thick fringe made it impossible to see Nikki’s eyes. Like a curtain on the stage of an unknown theatre, like a cloud hiding a mysterious moon that could move seas.

Even when they started hanging out regularly, Nikki never took hair away from his face. It seemed like he wanted to avoid eye contact, so Tommy thought he had some strange issues. Though, after a few months of friendship, Lee still hadn’t seen the older’s eyes.

*****

“Your parents are amazing.” Nikki commented once they were outside Tommy’s house. The bassist had been welcomed like a son, he almost felt home for the first time in so long.

“Well… they are, yeah. Don’t you ever miss yours?” Lee asked, offering a cigarette to his friend, who accepted gladly. They were walking towards the Rainbow, as the night was falling on the city.

The bassist frowned, his voice dropping all of a sudden. “I hope they’ll rot in hell.” He commented and finally lit that cigarette, indulging in a long drag that seemed to calm his nerves a little.

Tommy changed the subject to avoid making him angry.

*****

“What color are your eyes?” Tommy asked once, before sipping loudly his chocolate milkshake.

It was one of the many dog days on the Sunset, and the two friends were sitting at a cheap café where Athena’s boyfriend worked. Athena was Tommy’s sister and he was very protective over her since they had always shared everything. Lee had asked Nikki to hang out together while he checked on that guy, and they took the chance to buy a drink. Finding relief to the heat seemed to have become Los Angeles’ priority, and staying with Nikki had become Tommy’s priority.

Hearing that question, Nikki turned to Tommy and flashed a grin that looked almost bittersweet.

“Green.” He so said, before finishing his iced coffee and looking away, without letting Tommy watch through his sunglasses. Who the fuck wore sunglasses inside a bar?

The drummer sighed and let the topic off, settling down for that small answer.

Their day went for the best until Tommy had to go home.

*****

The first time Tommy had seen Nikki with the fringe away from his forehead, the bassist was rocking a ponytail.

Pretty weird for him, to be honest. His hair looking still wet and dark with sand in between the messy locks.

It was more or less 6 pm, the drummer remembered it because there was a beautiful sunset and the two of them were on the beach, in a desert place in Santa Monica. The sun was slowly drowning in the sea, painting it orange and yellow and light shone bright, yet delicate, invading the air and filling everything with sudden peace.

Nikki was looking at the sea, sitting on the wet sand, diving into so many thoughts.

“Sixx,” the taller called him, appearing suddenly by his side. The bassist winced in surprise and immediately looked away, avoiding any eye contact. Tommy was starting to think all of that was some kind of joke. “don’t worry, just wanted to know if you wanna go home now.”

The bassist let his hair down again, his fringe covering his forehead and eyes. “Get you in ten, if you wanna go.”

To be honest, Tommy didn’t want to go away, and so stood at Nikki’s side and spent minutes and minutes fantasizing about those oh so secret eyes, wondering how the sunset light would change that mysterious shade of green.

They then walked towards Tommy’s van and spent the trip in silence, listening to Cheap Tricks on the radio.

*****

Tommy had recently gone living on his own, finally away from his family. It hadn’t been hard, besides money, and anyway he loved the idea of being independent. He had already invited Nikki multiple times and they wanted to use the place to rehearse, even though they were only two instruments. They just had to settle down, they were going to find a singer and a guitarist very soon. They liked playing together anyway, because they had a very pleasant chemistry.

“Can I use your shower?” Was the first question that Nikki Sixx asked a Tommy that had just got out of bed. The bassist was standing at the front door, hands in his pockets and sunglasses on, of course. He was also visibly sweating, it was way too hot outside.

“It’s 7 in the morning and you came here to ask me if you can take a shower?” Lee whined, scratching his eyes and yawning. He needed a coffee, right in that moment.

“It’s 2 pm.” The older pointed out. “And yes, I totally did.” Tommy was doubtful but decided not to ask any question: he didn’t want to know why Nikki needed to use his shower at 7 am, or 2 pm, or any time in the day. He probably got kicked out of his apartment, again.

“Yeah, come in.” He then said, sighing and letting the bassist in. “Be home.” he added, knowing there was no need to tell Nikki where the bathroom was. He had been in that house almost every day.

“Of course, thank you T-bone.”

They didn’t talk too much: Tommy gave the bassist a clean towel and told him not to mess up things in there. Nikki laughed, more like a small giggle, and soon he disappeared in the bathroom. As Tommy heard the water running, he decided to finally put some clothes on: a simple t-shirt and grey sweatpants for comfort. He waited for Nikki to come out, sitting on the sofa that in many nights had hosted Sixx, and listening to some music with a cold coffee in hand.

Each time he thought about Nikki, the whole eyes thing would come to his mind. Nine months of friendship, and he had never seen those eyes. Often he wondered the reasons behind that unusual, weird choice. Lee knew that Nikki was pretty introverted and the only way to get to know him very well was music, which bounded them like brothers. Another way to know a person is through their eyes because eyes are the window to the soul, but maybe Nikki didn’t want anyone to see his soul.

Tommy had realized his feelings for Nikki, recently. Feelings that were well above friendship and, even if he refused to name them or to talk about it with anyone, he knew that he couldn’t ignore them forever.

Maybe that was the reason why he felt the desire, the need to look into those eyes and see if there was the same spark, the same warmth that Tommy felt every second they spent together.

But at that point, he wasn’t even sure Nikki could feel anything at all.

And anyway, Tommy had thought to be straight for his whole life and now, Nikki happened? Shit was weird as hell. And also painful, because he was pretty sure Sixx, despite being pretty open-minded, would’ve never accepted him as gay, bisexual or whatever the hell he was.

The sound of the bathroom door being opened -that thing was creaky as fuck-, distracted Tommy from all those thoughts. He looked at Nikki with the corner of his eye, trying not to be too damn obvious, to notice his damp hair and his face, finally free and visible. He turned around suddenly, staring at the bassist, who looked into Tommy’s dark irises. None could manage to look away.

“It’s a nice green.” Tommy simply said, staring right at him and standing up. He slowly walked towards the older, to enjoy each emerald shades that adorned those beautiful eyes. And everything was almost unreal, dream-like, Tommy was afraid he’d never have a second chance.

Nikki remained silent, doubtful, playing with his own hands. “Thanks. Never heard that compliment.” He said, looking kinda sick.

“Dude, you look pale. Are you okay?” The drummer asked, frowning at Nikki’s reaction. He made him sit on the sofa and gave him clean clothes -a T.rex shirt and sweatpants-, waiting for him to get dressed. “You need some water?” he asked, as he looked at Nikki’s moves: kinda graceful and totally different from the ones he had on stage. He was shaking lightly and Tommy wished he could hug him; but he knew Nikki was very reticent about physical contact.

“Would be great, thanks.” the older said as he sat down on the sofa again, and Tommy soon handed him a glass of fresh water, with some sugar. Nikki drank it in a few seconds while the drummer sat with him. “Have you ever heard the story of Medusa?” the black haired guy asked, all of a sudden.

That was so out of context that Tommy didn’t even know what to answer: he frowned, not understanding how it could be related to their topic. “In school, I guess? Don’t remember much.”

Nikki sighed lightly, crossed his legs and lit up a cigarette, immediately taking a drag from it. “Alright, lemme tell you a story. Medusa was a gorgon, the only human of three sisters which represented moral, sexual and intellectual perversion. She was a beautiful woman, graceful enough that every living creature would look at her.”

Tommy raised his hand like a schoolkid: “Okay, but wasn’t she the girl with snake hair and stuff?” he remembered some things about Greek culture. They didn’t study much of it in school, but he had always found it incredibly interesting.

“Yes, lemme get to it. One day Poseidon, king of the Seas, fell in love with her and wanted to lie with her.” Nikki kept on talking, his voice was quiet, almost like he was hurt from that same story. Like he had lived it on his skin, somehow, like it was part of him. “But she didn’t, so he forced her. He raped her and she tried to hide her face behind Athena’s statue. The Goddess punished Medusa for her vanity, turning her into a monster.”

“Wait, how is Medusa considered vain? She was assaulted!” Tommy exclaimed, at that point, he was really invested in the story. And suddenly the ancient mythology felt so real, so everyday-like, and T-bone thought about all the girls that went through the same path in different ways.

Nikki shrugged, suddenly getting up: “I don’t know Tommy, I’m not Athena. I can’t believe your Greek ass didn’t know this story.”

“Anyway, why are you telling me this?” Tommy asked, making himself more comfortable on the sofa and following Nikki with his gaze. It was weird to finally look into his eyes, and see the light in them. The rage, the desire to wreck everything, the need for freedom. To be honest, Nikki wasn’t so different from what Tommy had imagined to that point.

“When I was very little, Nona told me this story and warned me about a thing: once I’d become an adult, I’d be able to turn people into stone without my control, like Medusa.” Sixx sat down on the table, looking right in front of him, where Tommy was, burning him with his gaze. Unintentionally, because Nikki wasn’t very used to glance at people while they could see his eyes, so he just looked rather creepy. “Because of my past, you know? I told you my childhood was kinda fucked up.”

“And that’s why you never let your eyes be seen by anyone, right? But it shit didn’t work on me.” the taller stated, fidgeting his legs as usual. Nikki had grown used to it, so he wasn’t even bothered anymore.

“Nona told me another thing. Do you believe in soulmates, Tommy?”

T-bone’s eyes widened in surprise at the question: “Soulmates…? Never really thought about it.”

“Well, she told me the only person who could resist to this would be my soulmate,” he concluded, taking another drag from the cigarette and blowing it in the heated air. Tommy was speechless, which was unusual for him. His mind was a mess, trying to connect all the dots and form a coherent thought, a decent answer to that.

“You gotta be kidding man…” he whispered. Not decent, but still an answer. The drummer laid down on the couch like he needed some more moments to realize. And Nikki, slightly worried about him, sat down next to his friend again and took his wrist to feel the pulse of his quickened heartbeat.

“I’m not, I’m shocked just as you. I don’t think I’m gay or anything, soulmates ain’t a thing you decide.” he sighed as he let the other’s arm and put the cigarette off in the nearest ashtray.

Tommy finally looked at him with a little smile. He always had that innocent, joyful sparkle in his eyes. He was the total opposite of Nikki, but none of them was bothered by that. “Hey it’s alright, I wouldn’t mind it anyway. As you said, a soulmate isn’t someone you can choose;“ he paused for a few seconds, looking at his friend with the corner of his eyes, "and I gotta say I’m okay with you being mine.”

“Are you saying it doesn’t weird you out?” Sixx was finally smiling, too. He almost never smiled, and Tommy felt a pleasurable stabbing sensation in his heart every time he witnessed those lips curving in a shy, cute manner.

“Listen, I might be slightly gay for you and anyway, after hearing this story, nothing can weird me out.”

“Stupid.” the older chuckled, before realizing what Tommy had really said: “Wait, are you gay?”

“No? I don’t think so…” the drummer mumbled, unsure about the best words to use. But maybe at that point, spilling the entire truth would’ve been better than keeping motherfuckin’ secrets. Secrets ruin friendships, and Tommy wasn’t intentioned to lose Nikki. “I mean, I realized I have some feelings for you, don’t wanna name them yet, but if we’re soulmates it means something, right?” he so dared to say, and Nikki’s reaction came quite unexpectedly. Tommy was expecting a ‘fuck you’ or something, but instead, his lips found Nikki’s in a kiss. A delicate and maybe awkward kiss, because none of them seemed to have the guts to deepen it.

“I- uh…” Nikki fumbled, but the look Tommy gave him was so full of feelings that the bassist kissed him again, almost like he was possessed.

And this time everything felt natural, which meant fast and violent and full of unnamed feelings. Nikki bit the other’s lip, making him gasp visibly at the sensation. The vibrant green of Nikki’s irises seemed to shine with a new feeling, which Tommy couldn’t really tell.

“Do you think things are going to work?” the bassist asked in a hushed voice, his forehead pressed against Tommy’s.

“Which things?”

“Us,” Nikki cooed, turning his head away from Tommy. His rosy cheeks showed new shades of his heart and Tommy was so glad and surprised. “are we going to make it?” he asked, his voice was full of worry, of that kind of pain only lonely people endure.

He had never thought he was destined to have a soulmate. That only happens in fairy tales, he would tell himself, and then proceeded with falling in love with people only to hurt them in the end. Because none of them were his true soulmates. His fate was to be alone, he had hurt too many people to trust himself anymore.

The taller then smiled softly, cupping Nikki’s face and smiling at him, before kissing his cheek. “Always, no matter what.”

“What a romantic motherfucker. I’m gonna get diabetes.” the bassist playfully complained, his smile would reveal all of his feelings. He really couldn’t believe Tommy was alive and well, that nothing had happened when their eyes met, when their lips touched. That there were no tears nor desperate situations.

"At least you know what you’re signing for.” Lee clicked his tongue. They fell silent, then, Tommy looking at Nikki and Nikki looking at the old and ruined, but oh so familiar, sofa. The atmosphere was quiet. There was some uncertainty, still, in fear’s fault.

A gay relationship, in the 80s, between two guys trying to become famous. That could’ve blown everything up, destroy their life-long dream. Was it worth the risk?

Nikki sighed. “Do you think we should make it public?”

Tommy frowned, his eyes veiled with the same preoccupation that darkened Nikki’s: “I don’t know, that might be a bad idea. But what do you think?”

“This is gonna be our secret, at least for now.” Nikki agreed, his hand found Tommy’s. Their fingers intertwined shyly, and Lee strengthened the hold.

“By the way, you can sleep here if you wanna. Since you got kicked out.” He said after a few moments of silence, and Nikki clicked his tongue at him:

“How do you know it?”

“Because you woke up earlier than 6pm, which, for the record, you never do.”

Nikki laughed: “Alright, alright, I have my stuff in the car.”

“Fine, go and take it so we can find some place for your clothes.”

In the end, Nikki didn’t sleep on the sofa anymore. The bed was pretty small for the two of them, but they could arrange it by sleeping on each other despite the extra hot temperatures. Nikki was feeling home like never before, and it was the most beautiful sensation. He would’ve phoned Nona, sooner or later, to tell her he had found his soulmate like she had said.

#motley crue fanfiction #tommy/nikki #tommy lee x nikki sixx #Terrorcest #nikki sixx x tommy lee #nikki sixx #tommy lee #Motley Crue #Terror Twins #greek myth au

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numbandhigh · 4 years

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About Jae

MICHEAL JAE BARRONS is a 345 year old BISEXUAL, MALE, HE/HIM here in Upper America. People say they look a lot like SIMON BAKER. They are FUN LOVING but can be EASILY-AGITATED. They are a CIVILIAN. They do not belong to one of of the Noble Houses and work as a BOUNCER AT THE POINTED FANG.

Micheal Jae Barrons

Age:345

Height: 6’5

Appearance: Standing at 6’5 Jae had a broad build with clear muscle definition and mass. He works out regularly which helps keep him in shape. His skin is tanned, with one full sleeve tattooed on his left arm, the detailed illustration of a dragon taking up most of his arm. The thing starts with its tail at the base of his shoulder blade, dark scaled body winding down his full arm in a coiled motion before coming to a stop on top of his hand- the thing sneering viciously. His hair is a golder blond mess of unbrushed curls that he sometimes ties back in a ponytail.

His eyes are a bluish green hazel color with think blonde lashes running along the outer border of his eyelids. While inherently handsome and charming the male has a kind of edge about him that hints to something dangerous and unseen. Though very few people have really seen the side that he barries with drugs.

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Jae on the surface is a charming and playful individual. He enjoys flirting and exchanging light-hearted banter and all and all has a very relaxed personality. Though, this is generally due to him being high on something, he dislikes talking about his family and especially his sister. He partially blames his parents for not forcing dahlia to leave her abusive husband while he was away, though most of his anger is pointed inward in silent selfloathing. A part of him wished he could take her place, to give his sister a second chance to find true happiness and live as she wanted.

No one knows about these thoughts though. Not even his good friend darius, he keeps that subject buried and intends to keep it that way.

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The Firstborn of a higher level civilian family Jae grew up in a rather comfortable home, his father was a rather well-known law attorney, having headed several high profile cases in the past earning the Man both respect and pretty wealthy living. Jaes mother though she didnt have to- worked as an organizer at the local library, always having a love for books.

Hed always looked up to his father and wanted to follow in his footsteps working for upholding justice and preserving the peace. Though decided that being a lawyer just wasnt for him and chose the path of a blood knight instead. Which his parents wholeheartedly supported. He was in the academy when his younger sister Dariah was born, and instantly when the pair met they developed a close bond and became inseparable.

While Jae had taken after his father, in both looks and attitude, Dariah was soft-spoken and shy much like his mother- an easy target for bullying in school. Leading jae to feel particularly protective over her, hed walk her to school in uniform and pick her up when needed. When she got older he was against her moving out- after all their home had plenty of space and it was safer. But she insisted she needed her own place and against him and his fathers wishes, she left.

While they still stayed in touch- Dariah kept her brother at an arms-length, insisting he was suffocating her with his protectiveness, causing the siblings to only speak a couple times a month. When it was announced that Dariah had been engaged the family rejoiced, a bloodknight in the year above Jae whom shed met working with her mother. Jae had never met the male but was happy for his sister. Giving his blessing.

Though, when he started noticing the bruises. His opinion of the male soured fast. It went on for a few months, Jae had suspicions of his sister being abused but no real proof or evidence. Vampires healed fast after all and Dariah had been protecting her fiance and claiming nothing was happening.

But Jae knew his sister. Knew when she started acting different and closing out their family even more then normal that something wasnt right.

One night, he went to check on her- he was on shift and just wanted to do a house check. She hadnt been answering his calls and jae had a sick feeling.. He found Dariah on the floor of her bedroom, unconscious and beaten severely, her body had already gotten to work healing the wounds but based on the severity.. It was clear this had been intentional- a punishment,

He took her to their family home and went back to the BK Headquarters. Her fiance was at his desk, talking on the phone as if he hadnt just beat jaes sister within an inch of her life when he found him. The male took one look at the bastad split knuckles and saw red.

Jae didnt remember the attack, Hed approached the males desk and saw his hands- and then…it was a blur, a rush of emotional fury and violence that ended with him being hauled off of Dariahs unconscious battered and bloody fiance and restrained on the floor. The males face looked like someone had taken a bat to it- over and over, barely recognizable to anyone.

Jae had broken his nose, his jaw- shattered his teeth and had cracked several of the officers ribs. Leaving the man SEVERELY fucked up. Assaulting a commanding officer so brutally and while in uniform, Jae didnt have much hope for escaping without some prison time. Adding onto the fact that the male had ties to nobility in some regard.. Even his father couldnt bail him out.

Stripped of his status and hauled away for several years, jae didnt regret his decision. However..his sister once she recovered and found out what hed done to her fiance was horrified, she called jae a monster and ran back to the arms of her abuser. She stayed with him for 5 long years, until she ended up taking her own life. He was in prison at the time and couldnt even attend her funeral.

He blamed himself, feeling as though hed failed to protect her, and let that bastard slip through his fingers. Hed wished hed killed the man that night…but when Jae was finally released. The abuser had slipped town and was gone, without a trace. His parents though heartbroken slowly moved on, though Jae never really could. Not without a little help.

Having been introduced to drugs in prison he became dependant on the stuff, and eventually, this led to his parents kicking him from the home and forcing him to live on his own. Which is how he found his way to The pointed fang. His large body and strength made him a prime candidate for the open bouncer position, hes been working there for a good amount of time now and is good friends with Darius Ashtons- another bouncer that works there.

Hes just getting by these days, watching the clock tick by until his time comes.

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Chucker, 5k+, Single Parent AU

A fic where two bisexual, tired dads talk about their feelings and maybe have a crush on each other and stuff

Tucker’s standards are so low he’s about ready to fuck the guy next door.

He’s got this dark, flyaway hair that just makes you want to run your hands through it, and this stupid little goatee that would look gross on anyone else but somehow Guy Next Door makes it look hot as hell. He’s scrawny but not like in a beanpole way, more like he’s effortlessly toned in the people-who-never-workout-yet-still-end-up-looking-like-that sort of way. And it’s totally not fair that every time Tucker sees him shoving his kids down the hall whining about he’s not going to drive them if they miss the bus for the third time this year Theo he’s got some empty calorie one-step-above-seagull-food junk crammed in his mouth and still looks goddamned trim. It almost makes Tucker wish he’d take Wash up on the offer of leg day every once in a while. Of course, not enough to actually go, wishes being fishes and all that shit.

Still, it goes to show that being separated for (four months. Holy shit has it been four months already?) and being utterly crushed by the single dad life had been hell on his libido. He jacks off to Tina Barrett like usual and in-between your regularly scheduled programming, Guy Next Door keeps fucking demanding to be in the fantasy threesome. Fuck off Guy Next Door. Tina doesn’t share.

So it sucks and life sucks and did he mention that the Guy With the Apartment Across From Him is also a single dad? So he’s got the DILF thing going for him and maybe like attracts like, so what. The Guy Next Door is irresistible in every way.

“Hey cockbite. You leave your bike in the hallway one more time the next time you see it it’s going to be pegged in the middle of a telephone pole by the crossbeams.”

Oh yeah. Too bad the Guy Next Door is also a fucking asshole.

“Like to see you try, fucker,” Tucker says. (He wouldn’t: he’s pretty sure this dude could take him one handed, Cheeto dust or no, but Tucker has a reputation to maintain.)

Guy glares. “Just put it in your goddamned apartment. You know, the part of the building you pay for?”

Tucker takes one hand off his grocery bag to flip Guy off. Guy does likewise. They retreat into their apartments while holding up their fingers, as is their tradition.

That’s how most of their interactions go, and Tucker’s still getting hot and bothered over this shithead with perpetual bags under his eyes. Eventually, Tucker learns his name is Church, or at least his last name is, and he can determine all his kids are older than Junior if they’re going to school. Try as he might, he keeps snooping in on their lives, which totally isn’t his fault when they leave their door open half the time. There’s this guy that comes by every now and then that looks kinda like a social worker but not quite, a woman and some teen that rotate babysitting shifts, and the occasional GrubHub delivery. Other than that, Church is friendless, completely devoid of any life beyond his kids and whatever the hell job he goes to dressed in a lab coat.

Not that Tucker is doing much better. Juggling is hard, a lot harder now that he’s out of the picture. Tucker was looking forward to at least getting back into the dating scene, but every time he thinks tonight’s the night he gets home and all he wants to do is put Junior to bed and take a nap. It sucks. It’s like his life is being slupred out of him one day at a time.

So when Church stops him one day and say, “dude can you watch my kids for a second? I just have to run down to the street,” Tucker is in no mood for added bullshit.

“Do I look like your fucking babysitter?” he asks, balancing Junior on one arm.

“It’ll be eleven minutes tops,” Church says, his hair tousled in a way that says I just had the best one night stand of my life but green stain on his shirt interrupting with actually I just have a six year old. “You don’t even have to go in, I’ll just leave the door open and you can…shit just make sure they don’t burn the place down.”

“You always leave the door open anyway dude,” Tucker points out.

“Are you going to watch them or not?”

“No,” Tucker says while Junior tries to put his fingers in his nose.

“Awesome, thanks,” Church says, and suddenly he’s down the stairs and out the front door, leaving Tucker standing in front of the open apartment.

A minute passes. Six minutes pass. Tucker sticks his head in.

Well, the place isn’t on fire. However, Tucker can’t see any of the kids either, which kind of defeats instruction #1 of “watch my kids for a second.” After bouncing on his feet for a moment, debating if this is really something he wants to expend effort on, he goes in.

It’s cushier than Tucker’s, but not by much. The TV is a bit nicer but there’s still last generation’s Xbox hooked up to it, and the lamps around the room are missing their shades. Tucker peaks in the kitchen, but no terrors to speak of. He sighs and sets Junior down on the couch.

“Don’t eat anything,” he tells him.

“Blarg,” Junior agrees.

Bathroom: no. First bedroom: no. Second bedroom is locked, leading Tucker to conclude its Church’s. The apartment is also cleaner than Tucker’s, which doesn’t seem fair with triple the amount of grubby hands that are getting everywhere. Grubby hands that are nowhere in sight. As Tucker is passing through the hall he notices that the outlets don’t have those little plastic-y things in them, and that gets his mind turning to other non-childproofed things he’s seen around the apartment and oh god the coffee table had really sharp corners didn’t it? He goes rushing back to the living room to find Junior putting a plastic giraffe in his mouth.

“What did I say about not eating things?” Tucker says as he kneels and pulls out the toy, still connected to his son by a string of drool.

“Blarg,” Junior complains.

“…Right. You’re two.”

“You don’t have to worry,” a voice from nowhere says and Tucker almost chucks the giraffe at it in self-defense. “I was watching him.”

“Fuck!” Tucker whirls on the corner of the room where a boy is standing completely still. Had he been lurking there the whole time? How had Tucker missed him?

He’s Church’s oldest, a near mini-me of his father save for a pair of round glass that create a real nerd persona. When Tucker’s heart stops pounding, Harry-Potter-looking-motherfucker says, “that’s dollar for the swear jar.”

He points to a shelf next to the TV. Sure enough, there’s an incredibly full swear jar with words and prices printed on a nearby note card. There’s no way Church gives these kids enough allowance that they’re filling it themselves.

“I’ll drop it in later,” Tucker says. “Do you know where your brothers are?”

The kid tilts his head at Tucker. “I’m keeping an eye on them as well.”

Tucker is starting to feel a) creeped out, b) about as necessary as a bicycle for fish, when he’s saved from anymore horror movie children by the arrival of Church. He clomps into the apartment lugging a giant pole wrapped in fabric, a monstrosity of white canvas he can barely fit through the door.

“Finally,” Church complains, leaning the pole against the inner wall. “Dumbasses think they can just deliver this shit by the side of the road and no one’s going to take it.”

“That’s another seventy-five cents, father,” corner kid points out.

Tucker shrugs when Church looks between the two of them. “I may already be in debt a dollar.”

“I see you two are getting acquainted,” Church says blithely. “Where are-?”

“Daaaaaad.” A whine comes down the hall, followed by the pounding of feet. Two more kids sprint in front of Church, the smallest holding up a plastic jaguar. “Dad, Simon tried to eat my puma,” he complains. Hm. Toy Noah’s Ark must be some sort of delicacy.

“I did not,” Simon says. He’s the only one who doesn’t look a spitting image of Church, a redheaded middle child if you will, with brown eyes narrowed in indignation. “Spit mixed with various substances was used as an adhesive across numerous cultures throughout history. I was merely seeing if it would stick to the dollhouse.”

Church narrows his eyes. “Is this because I took away your glue?”

“…My projects have become increasingly difficult since you so shortsightedly removed the glue. Perhaps if you returned it…?”

Damn, does any kid in this house talk like a normal child? The youngest maybe, who is now looking at Simon in the fiendish delight that only getting your sibling in can bring. Honestly, the whole conversation is giving him culture shock after two years of nonstop blarg.

“Not when your ‘projects’ include gluing your brother’s ear to the bedpost,” Church tells him sternly, and Simon’s hopeful face falls.

“Why did you stand there long enough for glue to set?” glasses asks the youngest who, from his hands, is the one responsible for the stain on Church’s shirt.

“…He said if I listened hard enough I would be able to hear other people’s dreams.”

Church rubs his hands over his face, and looks at Tucker again. “Well, I guess nothing’s on fire. Guys, this is Tucker, he lives next door. Tucker, this is Simon.” He indicates the one Tucker’s already ascertained. “This one’s Theodore.” He pats the head of the youngest who still has the round, baby-face the other two have lost.

“And let me guess,” Tucker says, looking at the oldest. “You’re Alvin?”

“What? No.” Church looks genuinely confused. “This is D.”

“…You go around calling your kid D?”

“It’s short for Dell,” Dell adds helpfully.

“D and Dell are the same amount of syllables,” Simon says.

Dell doesn’t even look at him. “So are Simon and Butthead.”

Simon makes an indignant noise and shoves his brother, which barely phases him. Church is now looking at Tucker which makes him remember Ah Yes. I Also Have Children.

“This is Junior,” Tucker says as he lifts Junior into his arms. It looks like Junior was going for a discarded antelope while the Church family were making their introductions, so holding him is probably for the best. In an absence of things to say, he musters out, “nice apartment.”

“Thanks I’m a welfare queen.” Church sticks his arms in-between the two shoving boys. “Hey! Keep it to verbal abuse, that’s the kind I don’t have to take you to urgent care for.” He then looks back at Tucker. “…So. What about you. Yours this bad to handle?”

Shit. Dad talk. Have they really moved so far past their mutual dislike that Tucker has to do that? He hasn’t spoken to anyone outside Wash (or Church but that’s mainly to yell at him to take out his damn trash because Tucker can smell it from his own apartment) in so long that he’s not really sure the appropriate Dad conversation topic.

“He’s alright.” Nice Lavernius. Keepin’ it safe.

Tucker rolls his shoulders, and watches as Simon takes Theo by the hand and marches them off to their room, apparently having formed an irreparable brotherly rift with Dell that will be mended by tomorrow morning. Dell, for his part, begins to put plastic animals back into the Ark.

As he watches, the words just sort of tumble from Tucker’s mouth. “Can I ask…how do you keep this place so…?” He makes a general motion at the relatively clean apartment.

“Not like a tornado?” Church finishes. When Tucker makes a face, Church says, “I’ve seen inside your pad too buddy. You’re not the only one who leaves his door open.”

“Fuck you man,” Tucker says and he can hear Dell mutter, two dollars. “I’m new to this whole single business.”

“Aw, his Mommy leave you to go screw cabana boys in Aruba and now you gotta act like a real adult for the first time in your life?”

“Daddy, actually,” Tucker says for the sheer thrill of sticking it to Guy Next Door who is a capital A Asshole. The look of slightly ashamed surprise is enough of a reward. “And yeah, that pretty much sums it. F-” Tucker catches sight of Dell out the corner of his eye. “Screw you though. Maybe he died, you ever think about that?”

“Nah,” Church says, recovering more quickly than Tucker would have thought. “I know what it looks like when your spouse dies, and you don’t got it.”

Now Tucker gets to feel the slightly-ashamed-surprise which totally! Isn’t! Fair! He wonders how someone could just tell when you’ve got a dead partner, and nothing he comes up with is pleasant. He decides not to press it.

“Well fine, nice to have the olive branch slapped out of my hand,” Tucker says, and readies Junior to go. Naptime was like twenty minutes ago, anyway.

But, when he makes a move to the door, Church stops him. “Look,” he starts. He seems…uncomfortable? Regretful? “Try uh…making your meals in advance. It’s just a tip I’ve picked up, you’d be surprised the amount of time it’ll save you.”

It takes a second to realize Church is giving him what he asked for: advice.

“Oh. Uh. Thanks.” That…does sound like a good idea. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

“‘Kay. See you around.” And Church lets him go.

Tucker blinks, not sure what he should take from his strange foray into the Church household. As he’s shaking his head on the way to the door, Dell clears his throat, and when he gets Tucker’s attention, indicates the shelf by the TV. Tucker sighs, and stuffs two bills into the swear jar on his way out.

It’s pretty safe to assume Church’s wife is dead (and yes Tucker does know that it’s wife because Tucker brings up the chipmunk thing again which makes Simon complain and Church tells him it could be worse. You mom wanted to call you Sigmund.) because Dads don’t get custody unless the Mom is dead. (Cis dads anyway. Thank you state of Texas.) So that’s pretty firm in Tucker’s mind, but he never brings up again, even when he and Junior start hanging around the Churchs. Tucker doesn’t intend to latch on to them or anything, but some sort of truce was brokered by crossing that threshold the first time, and when next he saw their door open he may have lingered a little longer than usual and well. Church noticed him. Of course. Didn’t yell in their usual song and dance, just looked up from where he was finishing dinner and raised an eyebrow.

“Hey,” he said before Tucker could scurry off to hide his fluster. “Want a beer?”

And like…you don’t say no to that shit. Tucker isn’t that far from his frat boy years that the instinct to accept any and all free beer has been beaten out of him. The night ends with the kids eating mac and cheese (Junior strapped in to Theo’s old booster chair) and the adults lounging on the couch playing Halo.

When he’s done, Theodore crawls next to Church and says, “can I play?”

“Sure,” Church says, to Tucker’s surprise, and hands him a controller.

(It takes Tucker an embarrassingly long time to realize there’s no actual batteries in Theo’s controller, but at least he does realize it, unlike Theo himself. Woo, go Lavernius, one up on a six year old. Just the ego boost we need.)

It’s nice, Tucker thinks as he finishes a beer while the kids take turns “playing” with them, to not be alone in his apartment. And that’s all he spares to the matter.

So that’s how it starts out: not a plan or anything, it’s just that there aren’t any kids in the building besides the four of them, and despite the age difference they get along so well it seems only natural to hang out. Dell is used to managing his two younger brothers, and a third hardly makes a difference. (Except when Dell gets too into his Switch and Tucker finds Theo and Junior covered in glitter and wearing shawls made out of paper towel. Simon insists he needed “extras” but whatever play involves fairy wings and plastic lightsabers neither of them can actually lift, Tucker doesn’t know.)

They’re hanging out as a pair of families. That’s what this is, Tucker realizes when Church invites him and Junior to the public pool. And it’s a nice thing to have friends, ones that aren’t Doc, Wash, or the people who stopped talking to him after the separation. He could get used to it.

At least that’s what he’s thinking when zones out and loses track of Junior at the pool.

(He’s fine, he was with Church the whole time, but that doesn’t stop Tucker from spotting a random toddler he thinks is Junior, running at him, and ultimately chipping a tooth when he slips on the wet concrete.

(“They’re serious about the no running thing,” Tucker says later at the urgent care with his mouth full of cotton. “I’m going to be honest, I don’t know what the fuck is going on most of the time.”

“No shit,” Church tells him. “I’m better at keeping an eye on Little Lavernius than you are.”

“If you want to see Little Lavernius you gotta buy me dinner first.”

“Ugh. I’m talking about your son, not your dick, perv.”

Maybe the painkillers are more potent than Tucker thought because he’s kind of confused right now. “My kid’s name isn’t Lavernius?”

“You-” It takes a second for that to sink in. “Holy shit. You actually named your kid Junior?” Church starts to laugh hysterically. “Haha, I can’t believe it. You absolute fucking moron. You stupid piece of shit oh my fucking god ahahahah-”)

Church keeps laughing. He laughs so hard there are tears in his eyes when they finally escort him out of Tucker’s room. Something about unacceptable bedside manner.)

So Tucker’s made some mistakes. Befriending the really hot Guy Next Door and trying to hold his hand in a drug-addled state isn’t one of them. Maybe. We’ll see.

“Hey,” Church says, standing in Tucker’s doorway even more disheveled than usual. “I really need someone to watch the kids and I can’t reach my babysitter. Can you come over for a bit?”

“Wvhutn?” Tucker asks, fresh from nap.

“I’ll pay you,” Church presses, taking his disorientation for hesitation. “Or if you’re too proud for that, I’ll…come clean your house or something. Please dude.”

“No one ever accused me being too proud for anything.” Tucker rubs sleep from his eyes. “Bow chicka bow wow.”

Relief comes quickly to Church’s face, and it stays there for a surprisingly long time. It’s then that Tucker notices that there’s someone behind Church, someone he’s seen around before. The not-social-worker, a guy with a crew cut who glares at Tucker all while Church is talking again about how he’ll leave the door unlocked and he’s serious about owing Tucker one. Crew Cut tracks Tucker with his eyes, even when he follows Church downstairs, turning his head like a goddamn owl.

Well. This is how the day is now. Tucker collects Junior and crosses the hall into the Church apartment.

Simon is chasing Theo around with a plastic sword. Both are screaming. Tucker runs his hands through his hair.

Within thirty minutes, Tucker’s pretty sure he’s broken the fridge and there are three distinct juice stains seeping into the carpet. Theo is crying about a sword-induced head wound, and- Oof. Yep. Junior definitely needs a change. But he can’t go back to his own apartment while there’s literally a child bleeding onto the floor and speaking of the floor what if that juice doesn’t come out is Church going to be pissed-?

He can’t do this, he can’t fucking do this.

His panicking brain picks up his phone but you can’t call 911 for Dad Emergencies. What if-? What if he calls Doc? Has the high schooler come over and bail him out, and then whatever Church was going to give him he’ll hand that over. He’s desperate enough to try it, and he has his thumb over the contact button when a small hand touches his wrist.

He looks down at Dell, eyes so wide behind those glasses. He’s been so unobtrusive that Tucker’s barely paid him any mind. He gets the feeling that happens to Dell a lot.

“Don’t worry,” Dell says, a temperate echo of their first meeting.

“How do you expect me to fix this?” Tucker says in exasperation, and it feels like he’s saying it more to Church than anyone.

“Don’t worry,” Dell repeats. “If you worry, you’ll chip a tooth again.” Tucker’s mouth forms a thin line. “It’s not as bad as you think.”

Slowly, Tucker puts his phone down, letting out a draft of anxious air that had pent up inside him. Shit, kid is right. The only thing panicking has ever done was make him do something stupid.

“Okay,” he says to himself. “Okay, first things first.”

Bleeding child: apply one Star Wars Band-Aid. (Apply one kiss to affected area when child insists Band-Aids don’t work without kisses.) Broken fridge: just close it slowly you moron, (if you keep slamming it like that its going to bounce right back in your face.) Stinky son: run across the hall to the real changing table and to it there. (It pays to keep the others distracted though.

(“Alright Simon what movie are we doing?”

“You know if you let Simon pick he’s just going to make us watch Spy Kids 3 again.”

“…Hey Theo what do you wanna watch?”)

Make sure to bring your diaper bag on the way back.)

Juice stains: eh, put some paper towel on it. (You’re sure it’ll be fine.)

And just like that the apartment seems better. Well, in no worse condition than when Tucker found it. Theo and Simon fall asleep watching Shark Boy and Lava Girl and Junior is happy to try his hand at sorting various blocks by color. Tucker collapses against the back of the couch with Simon leaned against his side. Man. Kids sure are great when they’re not awake.

He spies Dell in his chair, wrapped up in his game. Tucker says, because he still doesn’t really know how to talk to these weird, hyper-smart children, “…hey uh. Thanks. Back there.”

“You’re welcome,” Dell says. He fiddles with the thumb pad. Not looking up, he adds, “you make Dad happy you know.”

Tucker doesn’t know. Happy has to be an exaggeration, right? Tucker thinks the only thing that would make Church truly happy would be seeing old ladies trip on the sidewalk.

Instead of pointing out his dad is a douche, he asks Dell, “who was that guy your dad was with?”

“You mean Sarge?” Dell finally glances at Tucker. “He’s from the VA.”

The VA? Tucker had no idea Church was in the military. Something about that fact doesn’t sit right with the loser, henpecked picture Tucker’s created of him, a loose piece in a Jenga tower. He’s about to say something to Dell but again thinks better of it.

“Hey,” he says, offering up a disconnected controller. “You wanna play something together?”

Dell eyes it, unamused. “I’m eleven, Mr. Tucker. There’s no need to patronize me.”

Church pays Tucker back and then some. It becomes a routine for them, to watch whoever’s kids when the babysitter can’t make it or one of them just needs a night out (or when Church takes Dell on a trip to go?? Sailing??? Of all things.) Usually they conglomerate at Church’s place, but once when Tucker wakes up from his post second-shift coma, he finds his whole apartment has been cleaned and he thinks he’s falling a little in love.

One Thursday, when no one’s up but him and a prostitute he had to pass to get into the building, he pushes Church’s door open to collect Junior for the night. He finds Church with glue in his hair and Mac and Cheese on his shirt passed out on the couch, Theo and Junior asleep on either side of him. Tucker hesitates. Standing over them…the world feels very still. Like everything is where it’s supposed to be. He doesn’t want to wake them.

Instead, he goes walking.

He checks in each door, where Dell is asleep, where Simon cradles a giant stuffed frog. He thinks to go into the bathroom, splash some water on his face and maybe clarify what he should be doing right now, but then he stops. The door across from the bathroom is Church’s, and it’s ajar.

For as long as Tucker has been coming here’s he’s never seen the inside of Church’s room. That’s a normal thing probably: Dad’s room locked in a house full of children under the age of twelve. It’s not unusual or anything, nothing Tucker would be suspicious about, and he doesn’t know makes him so damn curious. Maybe it’s that same thing that kept him peering into his neighbor’s open door for all those months.

Whatever it is, he goes inside.

It’s pristine. Everything is neatly folded, bed so well made you could bounce a coin off it. It’s a contrast to the rest of the house, and maybe that’s it, mystery solved. But then Tucker sees something glimmer on the vanity, and can’t help but pass through the immaculate room to the waiting anomaly.

It’s a black box sitting on its own lid, propped up enough so the contents can be seen but not so much that they’ll fall out. Tucker reaches in, fingers brushing the red fabric as he looks at the dog tags. There’s a photograph next to the box. Tucker doesn’t want to look at the name on the tags.

“Next time I’ll put a sock on the door. Apparently it’s the only thing that’ll keep you out.”

Tucker whirls at the unexpected (and yet one he should have expected) voice, and narrowly avoids knocking over the display. Thankfully, he nabs it before it goes spinning over the edge and clumsily puts it back into place. Which is good. Desecrating Dead Wife’s Memorial is not something he wants to add to his already extensive laundry list of fuck ups for the night.

“Uh!” he says. “Hey Church! Funny to see you. In. Your room.”

“Tucker,” Church says through dark rimmed eyes.

“Was just admiring your uh…tiny collection of flag pins? That you have? And also I got lost on the way to the bathroom-”

“Tucker-��

“I really sorry I don’t know what I’m doing here-”

“Tucker.” Church heaves the words like they take all his strength. “Just…shut up. Shut up, okay?”

But Church doesn’t look pissed, which is actually more alarming than if he were because pissed Church is normal Church. Now he just looks tired. He stares at Tucker for a moment before giving up on him, and sits on the edge of the bed. After a moment, Tucker joins him.

“So…” Tucker says a minute later, because what do you say to your best friend after breaking into his room? “All that veterans’ stuff…that was for your wife?”

Church nods. Before Tucker can ask, he says, “killed in action.”

“Ah. Right.”

And they sit in silence for even longer this time, the pale blue of Church’s room turning ghostly as it becomes well past midnight. Church rubs sleep from his eyes.

“Tex…” Church says, and it surprises Tucker, all the weight of a confession bearing down on him. “Was a shitty mom. And a shitty wife too if I’m being honest.” Church leans over and runs his hands through a greasy mess of hair.

Whoa. Okay. That was not what Tucker was expecting to come out of him, and it seems way too heavy for this time of night, but it’s not like Tucker is going to stop him.

“All we’d do is fight and call each other names and shit. She left me a few times and cheated on me and- fuck. We still tried to be together.” He looks into the middle distance, seeing someone Tucker can’t. “When I proposed I thought that would make everything better. And then when that didn’t work we thought having kids would make everything better, which is a shit reason I know, you don’t have to tell me.”

“Wasn’t going to.” There’s a lump in Tucker’s throat, something old and forgotten that Church didn’t even know he’d kicked over when he went walking through the garden. “It’s like…there’s this hole. Between you. And you think a kid’s going to fill that hole because that’s what everyone else is doing and it works for them, right?”

Church looks at him for the first time, really looks at him that isn’t through a haze of exhaustion.

Tucker keeps going because he’s an idiot and no one’s ever accused him of being too proud. “Things should work. And when they don’t you think you’re just not putting in enough or…there must just be something fundamentally wrong with you. Like you’re built to be a shit husband.”

Church is still looking at him, and Tucker is very aware of how stupid he sounds, the pseudo relationship philosophy that’s pouring out of his mouth, but he can’t help himself. It’s what he’s been thinking to himself, every minute since.

Suddenly, Church isn’t looking at him anymore, because he’s grabbing the front of Tucker’s shirt and hauling him into a kiss. Tucker kisses back without thinking, because after all the foul word vomit that’s left him in the space of seconds, this feels like relief. They go on like that, hands tugging at shirts, noses pressed to exposed neck, biting Church’s bottom lip. He feels like he could stay like this forever, until he cracks open an eye and sees the picture of a very intimidating woman in fatigues raising her eyebrows at him.

“Hey uh,” he says, “can we not do this in front of the shrine to your dead wife?”

Church’s brows squash together. “You didn’t know Tex, so I’ll let you in on this: she honestly wouldn’t give a fuck.” Church leans in again, but Tucker presses his lips firm together and mirrors the motion backwards. Church sighs. “Uhg, fine.”

They part, sitting on the bed once again, but the moment is over. Church stands, and stretches.

“I think that’s enough guy talk for one night,” he tells Tucker.

“Yeah. Right. Totally.” Tucker still feels the itch of the goatee at the corner of his mouth.

“You’re not at much of a fuckhead as I thought, Tucker.” Church offers him a hand up. When Tucker takes it, Church pulls him close and tells him, “but stay the fuck out of my room.”

Tucker thinks on it for a second. “Soooo…taking this back to my place then?”

He has to jump back to avoid getting punched in the arm.

#chucker #Red vs Blue #rvb fanfic #a forum for my musings #lavernius tucker #leonard l church

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nighttime-tea-party · 5 years

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Can you tell us a little bit about what would've happened with lolita au Sebastian and Ciel if the Undertaker hadn't caught them? You said you think about it a lot.

Hooo boy yes, I do think about it a lot. So much so actually that I could write a whole sequel in an AU to this AU. The problem is, I feel like I would sabotage my own ending if I wrote a companion fanfic. People never really like sequels, do they? And I do think that the ending to Ciel is the Right ending.

That Being Said,

Here’s what I’d do with a sort-of sequel in an AU where Sebastian would get away with it, you’ve opened Pandora’s Box and there’s a whole lot of stuff coming out of it now. Read at own risk of having the Ciel ending ruined:

Undertaker still confronts Sebastian, they brawl and Ciel steps in with his deadly letter opener, however, when UT is writhing on the floor, holding on to the dear life that he’s bound to lose anyway, the film containing the incriminating photos slips out of his pocket and Ciel takes it, hopefully leaving no further evidence to prosecute Sebastian.

Sebastian doesn’t believe in his luck and turns himself in for the murder he claims he’s committed, then writes the confession the same way we know it. When Agni learns that it was actually Ciel who killed UT to save Sebastian from being killed, he isn’t as convinced that it’s better to keep the authorities from finding out that Ciel did it, as he is in my “canonverse”, and he helps the boy to get someone to listen to his turn of events, so he won’t be sentenced. Maybe that’s because Ciel’s enthusiasm to prove Sebastian’s innocence isn’t limited by the fear of exposing his sexual offences.

Nobody posing a threat to Sebastian will see the confession that’s just been finished by the time it’s clear that there’s a good chance both Sebastian and Ciel will be exempt from any punishment, and in the end, Sebastian comes home again, gives the whole piece of writing directly to Ciel instead because he still wants him to know everything, and Ciel, well… he gets to explain his feelings to living, breathing Sebastian after all.

They start a diary together where they document recent events: one of them keeps the book for a while and recapitulates recent events to the other, then hands it back for the other one to write in, so this would be the form this story would be written in (see, that’s how much I think about it, send help pls)

Ciel continues to go to school with Sieglinde, they’re good friends and rumour at school has it they’re secretly a couple, but she keeps trying to press it out of Ciel that he’s actually gay, which he’s not quite sure he is but of course he can’t tell her he’s not interested in any girls because he’s in an illegal relationship with his stepfather.

He does tell her that, though, when he’s graduated from high school and leaves for Europe with Sebastian and he knows she can’t do anything about it anymore. And it feels liberating to tell someone from this position of power.

Ciel gets accepted into Oxford, just like in the original fic, but this time, he actually plans to graduate. Sebastian gets a job there as a professor, perhaps by blackmailing one of the people in power, but they don’t live together and do their best not to let anyone realise they know each other, much less are in a homosexual relationship since it’s the 1950s and this time, their relationship has the potential to not only have Sebastian but also Ciel imprisoned (or suffer electro shock therapy instead)(that’s a topic I never addressed in the fanfic because it’s actually terrible what homosexuals had to endure back then and I did not want to compare it to the problematic nature of Sebastian’s and Ciel’s relationship). Ciel takes on the surname Phantomhive again, so nobody will get the idea that they’re related either. Of course, despite all of that, they still meet regularly off-campus, and Ciel will write a thesis under Sebastian’s guidance, so they can be seen on campus without raising any suspicions.

Sebastian still loves Ciel unconditionally, feels very secure in their relationship, and encourages him to get to know university student life with all its social aspects, which means he isn’t even really jealous when some guy’s gaydar points towards Ciel and Ciel makes a show of flirting back for Sebastian.

Ciel thinks a lot about what it means that he’s really not a child anymore but Sebastian still loves him and is obviously also still very sexually attracted to him, and speculates on whether he has “healed” Sebastian from his perversions, and what made him that way in the first place, but Sebastian very soberly insists that he’s not healed, he’s just completely occupied with being in love with and desiring Ciel despite him being an adult now. It’s a topic that never really lets go of Ciel and he’s secretly a little relieved that they have no children/minors in their little world anymore (an so is Sebastian).

After years of adventures and misadventures at uni, Ciel graduates in the late 1950s and the two leave the UK for good and move into Sebastian’s inherited flat, which they have to clean of years of cobweb and dust and they refurbish and refurnish their new old home. Since in France, homosexuality hasn’t been criminalised since the late 18th century, and they both have reached a point where they have hardly any fucks left to give about what people might think of them, they don’t hide their relationship anymore, and Sebastian gets in touch again with old literary acquaintances to introduce Ciel as his beautiful and gifted partner, and in this circle of people, nobody really takes offence at that, someone references French author Colette’s bisexuality (mostly because I’ve recently watched the film about her starring Keira Knightley, I will admit that).

Ciel and Sebastian are happy with their life in Paris, they somehow manage to live off their writing and occasional other jobs like guest lectures. The 50s end, it’s the 60s now… I haven’t really thought much beyond that but everything always turns out for the best and Sebastian lives long enough to keep Ciel company for a long time. In all these years, they never stop writing their shared diaries.

Wow, thanks for asking, it felt great to share this for once. Also makes me wanna write it all even more… but luckily, I’m well-occupied with #wanderlust and my other hobbies and obligations, so it’s not like I have time to do that anytime soon anyway. Also, now everyone already knows what happens anyway, so even less reason to write it.

#Anonymous #Lolita au #My writing

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frankensteined · 4 years

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DEPUTY ROXANNE BAILEY (made using this template, edited to add/remove some stuff like body temperature who needs that)

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: roxanne bailey (no middle name~) PRONUNCIATION: rox-ann bay-lee MEANING: roxanne means “dawn/dawn of day” or “bright, radiant one” (which i did not know until right now!) REASONING: she was named after her father’s baby sister, who passed away when she was four years old (her father had been eight at the time). NICKNAME(S): roxie, rox, deputy/dep, rook/rookie (by the entire hope county sheriff’s department), “kid” (by dutch), shorty (by unexpected bff sharky boshaw, though he, along with most of her allies, tend to stick with “roxie”), brosenkrantz (by hurk jr, after a very intense debate over which of them was brosenkrantz and which was guildenstern), Various Terms Of Endearment from adelaide (but she calls everyone by those names so it doesn’t really count) re: the seeds and how they address her: • jacob’s taken to condescendingly calling her “precious”. as in, he did not take her seriously at first, so her attempts at bravado when they first met were greeted with a patronizing “aw, that’s cute. that’s just...precious.” so now he calls her ‘precious’ instead of ‘deputy’ half the time and she hate hate hates it. • joseph has a way of saying her first name that somehow makes her feel like he’s the one that gave it to her, so she prefers him to use “deputy” as well. it makes her feel too exposed, otherwise. • it doesn’t matter what john calls her; it always sounds like he’s playing with the name like it’s a toy she can’t get back from him. • and faith asked during their first encounter if she could use ‘roxie’ for her “like we’re friends”, so even though that’s just her regular nickname, the way faith uses it always feels a little like a trap. or an invitation. roxie isn’t sure which is worse, especially since she isn’t entirely sure that it isn’t both.

PREFERRED NAME(S): “just...anything but what the seeds call me. or the way they call me. ..you know what i mean.” BIRTH DATE: april 10, 1987 AGE: 31 (circa fc5 time, set in 2018) ZODIAC: aries GENDER: female PRONOUNS: she/her ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual NATIONALITY: american CURRENT LOCATION: hell hope county, montana LIVING CONDITIONS: UHHHHHH....currently not. awesome??? (”occasionally, i’ll find a house that hasn’t been riddled with bullet holes that i can rest in for a couple of hours? that’s fancy.”) often crashes either in fall’s end or nick rye’s house, but will catch a few hours of sleep at various locations that she’s helped liberate when she’s not in that area. nothing has become a sort of “home” for her yet, though. pretty much, as soon as she finds a place with a working shower she’ll plop down for a bit to recuperate and then moves on. likes to talk/joke about moving into the seed ranch now that it’s out of john’s hands, but also worries that if she does that he’ll harm hudson worse than he already has, out of revenge (so for now it’s just stops there to do laundry and shower and that’s probably pushing her luck enough). TITLE(S): junior dep-yoo-tee with the hope county sheriff’s department

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: america HOMETOWN: gunnison, colorado SOCIAL CLASS: lower-middle class EDUCATION LEVEL: high school graduate; was attending columbia unversity on a scholarship (studying psychology), but didn’t complete her program FATHER: jameson “jim” bailey -- owner of a local hardware store in gunnison MOTHER: elizabeth “liza” bailey (nee wright) -- high school art/music teacher SIBLING(S): none BIRTH ORDER: only child! CHILDREN: hahahaha no PET(S): she grew up with a bunch of cats and no dogs, though she desperately wanted one. currently, her parents have four cats back home: ginger, roy, caesar, and bunny. in hope county, she has boomer (which is why she got so attached to him so quickly). there’s also cheeseburger and peaches, but they’re....not really pets, exactly (even if she pets them all the time) OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: lloyd bailey (paternal uncle, lives in missoula, montana), richard bailey (paternal grandfather, lives in flathead county, montana), sarah wright (maternal grandmother, lives in gunnison, colorado) PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: michael lennon; ex-fiance. (he insisted on going by “len” which, now that she’s long out of that relationship, she jokes “should have been my first red flag that we weren’t going to last”. gets roasted pretty regularly by her friends in hope county over it after they find out: “your judgment’s been pretty good so far, but then again: you were gonna marry some dude who wanted people to call him len...so...”, etc) ARRESTS?: nope! PRISON TIME?: ...not unless you could the literal cage that jacob’s kept her in~ DETAILED BACKGROUND:

• her father, jim, was born and raised in flathead county; he was the middle child, with an older brother and a younger sister, but lost his sister to an accident when she was four years old. he and his older brother became inseparable, and on his twenty-first birthday they set off on a roadtrip around the country, just to see what else was out there

• her mother was born out of wedlock to a woman who “found god” after she discovered that she was pregnant and was subsequently abandoned by her lover; liza wright never knew who her father was, as her mother refused to tell her, but she was assured that she was considered a gift, rather than a punishment.

• jim and liza met when the brothers ventured through gunnison while on their trip; initially, it was lloyd who was interested in her, but jim’s soft-hearted demeanor was much more appealing in the face of his brother’s louder presence, and lloyd bowed out graciously. it quickly became a whirlwind romance, but liza called it off once he started talking about just staying in gunnison instead of completing his trip. jim told her he’d be back once he was done, but she didn’t believe him. she should have; he returned that fall, hoping she hadn’t moved on. she hadn’t. they resumed their romance, much to her mother’s displeasure, and were married the following spring (also to her mother’s displeasure)

• jim got work at the local hardware store, while liza began her career of teaching at the local high school. she’d planned on just teaching one subject, but due to a series of administrative mishaps she took on an additional role as the music teacher as well. within a year, though, she discovered that she was pregnant. they hadn’t planned on having kids so soon, but there was no helping it. jim ended up taking over the store, while liza worked until she couldn’t anymore. their daughter was born the next spring; they named her in honor of jim’s baby sister

• roxanne was a healthy, happy baby, but her parents were finally beginning to come down from their whirlwind relationship, and began to worry about money more and more. they did their very best, and they loved their daughter, but roxanne grew up thinking that it was normal that her father was only around for dinner time at 6 pm, and that he was in bed by 8 o’clock. she grew up thinking that it was normal for mothers to stay up late into the night with work, so she’d need to put herself to bed from the earliest age she could. she grew up entertaining herself, but needing to be quiet about it, lest she wake her father, or interrupt her mother’s grading or lesson planning.

• she grew up lonely. roxanne has very vivid memories of sitting on the school steps, watching parents picking up their children one by one, and having to wait until well after everyone else had gone home before one of hers remembered to get her. she remembers being embarrassed as her teachers had to sit and wait with her, and she remembers being in third grade and deciding to try to just walk home on her own; naturally, she got lost, and was found crying on a corner by the sheriff. after he drove her home, arrangements were made for her grandmother to begin picking her up and keeping her at her house until one of her parents were done work

• sarah wright might have disapproved in her daughter’s choice of career, her choice of husband, and her choice in her granddaughter’s name (she had been hoping that liza would have at least given roxanne her name as a middle name!), but she wasn’t a cruel person, and she tried her best to make her home accommodating for her increasingly moody granddaughter. roxie would later go on to recall how her grandmother would refrain from bludgeoning her with “too much church talk”, but she would make comments such as “i’ve been praying for you lately, because i know you aren’t doing it for yourself”, and other such things that would sour her on faith in general, but she shrugs it off by adding “at least i wasn’t alone all the time”. it was her grandmother who suggested she try some sort of physical activity to get her frustrations out, and she enrolled her in dance lessons, which roxanne would stick with for much of her adolescence.

• by middle school, roxanne’s moodiness had given way to real, proper anger. she was angry at her father for always being at work instead of spending time with her. she was angry with her mother for prioritizing other people’s children over her own. she was angry with her teachers for innocent infractions, such as not realizing that casually suggesting that her parents could help her with her homework felt like the equivalent to open mockery to her. eventually, the anger turned into acting out, which eventually landed her in a chair opposite a children’s counselor; here, she’d actually begin to voice these issues, which delivered a much needed wake up call to her parents. they began to seek out ways to better balance their lives, and roxanne began to realize that she rather enjoyed being able to see where her anger was stemming from, and see where it was going. it was her first brush with understanding psychology, and that redirected her focus towards the subject once she hit high school.

• speaking of which, things improved by the time she entered high school. it helped that she was now seeing her mother regularly in school, and she got a part time job as a waitress in the diner across the street from her father’s store so she could see him on his breaks, but beyond that she simply...had a place to put her energy now. more accurately: her goal was to get out of gunnison, and to study psychology. everything else seemed to fall into a strange, but welcome place in the background. her family began taking yearly trips to visit her uncle and grandparents in montana, where they would go hiking and camping, and her uncle would introduce her to bird watching. those trips became some of her fondest memories

• she worked her ass off in high school, academically-speaking, in order to have a shot at a scholarship. her mother’s position definitely helped her to at least get the audience she needed to apply for one, but roxie somehow, miraculously, managed to get one to her top school of choice mostly through her own merit. she left for columbia university, and while she was feeling wildly out of her depth there, she managed to attract a small bunch of (much more well-off) friends who saw her as a “project”. it wasn’t a flattering comparison, but by this point she had come to attach herself to anyone who actively appeared to choose her over others, and so she was inducted into their numbers and it shielded her from getting too in over her head, financially and emotionally

• one member of that social circle was michael lennon, a bio-med student, son of a senator, asked that everyone just refer to him as “len”, who, for reasons she still doesn’t understand, decided that he needed to pursue her. he was far from her type, and she turned him down initially to focus on her classes, but that only increased his interest. despite herself, roxanne was flattered by the attention, even if he was self-important. eventually, they began dating, whereupon he introduced her to things like galas (which she hated), yachts (which she hated), and how to fly his own, personal, two-seater plane (ridiculous...but she kind of enjoyed that). eventually, he asked her to marry him, and, again, for reasons she still doesn’t understand, she accepted his proposal. (...it was because it was the ultimate “i choose you” display. that’s the reason, even if she doesn’t want to acknowledge that)

• back home, her father’s struggles with money only increased, and her mother returned to throwing herself into her work at the school. it became the perfect storm needed for a man by the name of “cal jethrow” to waltz on in and offer jim help, only to turn around and con him out of everything. jim had thought that he was going to expand his business, and that could keep him afloat, but by the time that cal vanished (with his fakey-fake name), he was left with nothing. as soon as roxanne had all the details, she was already on a flight back home. her parents had told her not to return, but she ignored them. len had told her not to go, but she ignored him. her return home was bittersweet, but she was in a better position than any of them were to dig her heels in and try to help her parents back on their feet

• len told her that if she stayed, their engagement was off. with a detachment that really should have tipped her off to how little she actually loved him, roxie replied “then it’s off.” he then went on and told her to hold onto the ring “for when she came back around” (because he’s a jackass). she turned around and pawned it as soon as she got off the phone with him, so her father could keep the store running for the next month. with her life firmly turned on its head, she began looking for work that would help her help her parents, and found herself facing that same sheriff that had helped her all those years ago. she was trained up, and joined the ranks of the sheriff’s department as soon as possible.

• eventually, financial matters smoothed, somewhat, but issues between jim and liza only worsened. their relationship, which had never exactly been on anything other than shaky legs to begin with, had been strained to the point of fraying. they were forced to admit that they were struggling during another trip to montana, after jim’s mother’s passing, and roxie, attempting to keep her own anger in check, asked them what she could do to help beyond what she’d already done for them. they admitted that they were blaming themselves, and each other, for her returning home, so she suggested that she just stay in montana, with her uncle lloyd, for a while in order to give them space to figure their own shit out (direct quote). so, that’s what she did.

• her uncle was (self-appointedly) tasked with helping her find a job in montana, initially in missoula, where he lived, but he heard from an old friend, earl whitehorse, out in hope county, that he was looking for a new deputy. lloyd and his niece debated the position, with him filling her in on hope county’s history, and the cult that was operating within it, framing it as nothing she couldn’t handle, given her psychology background. “you think i can, what, deprogram people in a cult?” she asked. “christ, no! you just won’t get scared from it, is all i’m sayin’! anyways, those seeds are keeping to themselves, so i hear. you probably won’t even see them very often. it’ll be breaking up barfights and handling domestics, just like you’re used to!” she considered her uncle’s sales pitch. “alright,” she shrugged. “give your buddy a call. what’s the worst that can happen?”

• freshly relocated to hope county, roxie found herself immediately taking a liking to sheriff whitehorse, as well a fellow deputies joey hudson and staci pratt. they welcomed her with genuine warmth, taking it upon themselves to give her rides to work, as well as good-natured hazing (referring to her exclusively as “rook” when it wasn’t just ‘rookie’, and teasing her when she decided to wear the nickname as a badge of honor, since she already was a bit of a dork as far as bird knowledge went). by the time us marshal cameron burke appeared, tasking them all to accompany him in his arrest of joseph seed, pratt and hudson had delivered her one last prank: they’d had her uniform shirt ordered with the name “rook” on it instead of “bailey”. roxie found it hilarious, but nancy, the dispatcher, assured her that she’d already placed a new order for a proper uniform shirt for her. roxie dramatically thanked her for being the only person to have her back. (*sad trombone noises*)

• on the way over to the compound, while on the helicopter, roxie was checking her phone for the briefest of refreshers on the project at eden’s gate. her mother attempted to call her, but she dismissed it, intending to call back later than night, after the arrest was done and they’d all gone home.

• and. well. ....here we are. (note: at the time that i’m writing this, roxie’s sitting just shy of full resistance points in all three territories, but she’s yet to confront any of the heralds in their final encounters yet. so, that’s where i’ll be imagining her at for the most part, because it’s a fun dynamic to be playing around with, in terms of her relationships with all the other characters)

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: does “deputy with the HCSD” even mean anything anymore? she isn’t exactly getting paid right now... SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: ummm...selling pelts? TERTIARY SOURCE(S) OF INCOME: UMMM....looting peggies? APPROXIMATE AMOUNT PER YEAR: $Who, cares, about, money, right, now. ?? CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: “...y’know...i think my job could be better these days...” PAST JOB(S): waitress, deputy with the gunnison county sheriff department SPENDING HABITS: she’s actually always been pretty frugal, but given her current situation she’s more willing to part with funds for the sake of better supplies (or clothing). mostly, her response has been “why are you making me pay for this when i’m helping--no. you know what? fine. just give me the keys to the helicopter.” (Capitalism Never Sleeps, roxanne) MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: a necklace with a gold wishbone pendant; her mother gave it to her when she was leaving for university, “for luck”. it has since absolutely gone missing thanks to the nightmare that is her current life in hope county, but she doesn’t know when she lost it. could have been when john had her in his bunker and he was prepping her for confession. could have been when she was being dragged into a cage at jacob’s behest. could have been while she was wandering around in some bliss-fueled hallucination. she doesn’t know, it does upset her, and, yes, she’s taking it as a sign that her luck’s running out.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: 7/10 (she’s stronger than she looks and has decent enough upper arm strength to pull herself up ledges and ropes without struggling, but she’s also not going to win any brawls unless she ends up with an unexpected advantage) OFFENSE: 6/10 (knows how to fight, But Would Prefer Not To) DEFENSE: 8/10 (knows how to defend herself And Prefers That Very Much Actually) SPEED: 8/10 (outruns a lot of chosen in their helicopters. pisses them off. pisses the seeds off. feels good. ♥) INTELLIGENCE: 7/10 (she was a good student and has a good enough head on her shoulders, but generally isn’t too above average outside of her preferred interests) ACCURACY: depends on her condition 8/10 (generally, pretty good! she hates it!) AGILITY: 8/10 (can successfully walk in a straight line and run without tripping, can dance well, but has also slipped off a dock and fallen into the water while trying to be sneaky, so...) STAMINA: 5/10 (running on fumes most of the time these days, but still does just enough to keep going!) TEAMWORK: 9/10 (she prefers to work with others! the only times that she tries to go it alone is either if she thinks a situation is going to be too dangerous for them, or if she’s experienced something especially upsetting. she can quickly get called out of that funk by someone simply reaching out to her, however, so all in all she’s a really good team player) TALENTS: ignoring the practical skills she is honing during this ordeal (ie: picking locks), she has a stupid amount of knowledge about birds and how to get by in the woods, thanks to her uncle. she’s also a fairly skilled dancer (she was absolutely That Person who went out to clubs to actually just dance when she was in university), but generally just prefers to dance like an idiot to relieve stress. she’s a little bit crafty, too, thanks to her mother’s background in the arts, but her talents are limited to making non-fancy jewelry (though she will friendship bracelet the hell out of someone if given the chance) SHORTCOMINGS: not so great with melee weapons/hand to hand sorts of situations and has been knocked on her ass too many times to count. she’s also not super wild on heights, so every time she needs to climb something high her heart’s firmly lodged in her throat. LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english is the only language she speaks fluently, alas DRIVE?: she’s a great driver! [footage not found] JUMP-STAR A CAR?: she can get it eventually, but definitely not on the first try. luckily, she travels with much more competent car-lifters :’) CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: if she has to but there are so many abandoned vehicles everywhere is it really worth it when you can just take a new one? RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes! SWIM?: yep, and she’s had to do a lot of it lately, unfortunately. she’s always in need of dry socks :( PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: her mom tried to get her into playing instruments when she was younger, and she can pluck away at guitars well enough, but she never stuck with anything long enough to get really good at it PLAY CHESS?: hahahahahahaha no. BRAID HAIR?: yeah, but she can’t remember the last time she’s braided anyone’s hair (including her own) TIE A TIE?: yep! PICK A LOCK?: heck yes that was the second or third perk i unlocked for her

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: krysten ritter EYE COLOR: hazel HAIR COLOR: black HAIR TYPE/STYLE: shoulder length, straight. ties it back when it’s hot out. GLASSES/CONTACTS?: thankfully unneeded (though she will wear sunglasses if she finds a cool pair) DOMINANT HAND: right handed HEIGHT: 5′9″ WEIGHT: 130 lbs BUILD: slight EXERCISE HABITS: running and hiding and climbing and crouching and swimming and absolutely none of it is done for fun :) SKIN TONE: fair TATTOOS: none yet PEIRCINGS: she has her ears pierced once in each ear, but nothing more fun than that MARKS/SCARS: she’s absolutely covered in scars across her torso/arms/back/legs these days (or, if they aren’t scars already, they’re definitely going to be once they’ve healed up properly!). by far her most concerning scar is the one on her neck that came from a wolf attack, uncomfortably close to a spot that’d have been pretty fatal if she’d been less fortunate. she’s also got a burn scar on her upper left arm thanks to being too close to sharky being sharky (she doesn’t blame him, though. honest accident!) USUAL EXPRESSION: lately it’s been like this when it comes to seeing what an epic shitstorm she’s landed herself in, but prior to this she was much more relaxed and oftentimes open, if not downright playful, with others. that side still shines through when she’s with her friends in hope county, but it’s getting harder and harder to feel that way the worse and worse it gets. still, she’s trying to keep it together. CLOTHING STYLE: currently she’s stomping around in a tank top, jeans, combat boots, and a hat on, but even before coming here she was always a pretty basic jeans/t-shirt type of person. doesn’t get too attached to clothing these days, because it always gets damaged if not literally torn off her JEWELRY: the aforementioned necklace that’s gone missing, as well as some larger rings that she’s found in abandoned houses throughout the county that she keeps on to add extra insult to any punch she might need to deliver. ALLERGIES: n/a DIET: ironically, she eats fresher food now than she did before coming here. her current diet mostly consists of whatever gets hunted/fished up and whatever canned foods she finds in prepper stashes around the county, though now that the resistance has reclaimed a number of farms she’s been able to enjoy more variety. is gonna storm john’s bunker for a chocolate bar someday, though, seriously PHYSICAL AILMENTS: just...basically perpetually injured at this point. always at least a little Fucked Up

PSYCHOLOGY

JUNG TYPE: i took three different tests to see and in two of them she got the “hero/champion” archetype, so that’s what she is (as much as it pains her) MBTI: ENFP ENNEAGRAM TYPE: six “the skeptic” MORAL ALIGNMENT: neutral good TEMPERAMENT: choleric ELEMENT: fire PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: interpersonal/intrapersonal MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: she was neglected for much of her early upbringing, and with that came issues involving anger and attachment. while she was in a much healthier place recently, some of those issues are resurfacing as she’s feeling more and more pressure from dealing with This Mess SOCIABILITY: prior to all of this, roxanne was slow to engage with others, but quick to befriend and trust them if they showed her an equal level of enthusiasm towards her. that’s essentially still the case, and she certainly excels when she’s in groups of people, but she’s becoming obviously more withdrawn and jumpy, finding it hard to accept praise or to feel like others are being honest with her when they thank her. but she still thrives off of that validation, so she keeps herself surrounded by other people as often as possible. EMOTIONAL STABILITY: L O L it’s all over the fucking place these days. she has a hard time controlling her anger, but on the flip side she’s also become even more fiercely affectionate and protective towards her friends. some days, she will swallow back every feeling she has, and the next she might end up crying over any little thing. her emotional state is kind of like sharky’s homemade, duct tape reinforced flamethrower: it’s holding together, but you’re always gonna be a little worried that it’s gonna blow up and take out everyone around it under the wrong circumstances. OBSESSION(S): for the sake of keeping sane, she’s 100% thrown herself into collecting the comics and bobbleheads and whatnot that she comes across. sometimes, roxie and her team will search a house that contains nothing but a baseball card for her collection and still consider it a success COMPULSION(S): she’s compelled to...break every tv set she comes across that’s broadcasting something she doesn’t want to see on it :) PHOBIA(S): shockingly, she’s developed an extreme fear of drowning! wonder where that came from. ADDICTION(S): she’s addicted to validation and having people choose her (going all the way back to her childhood, where her parents often did not prioritize her over others, despite their best efforts). this really, really isn’t something that she acknowledges in herself, but it does explain her responses to the accolades the people of hope county throw at her: even though she absolutely doesn’t think she deserves it, it keeps her going. she tells herself it’s because she has to keep going for them, and that’s true(!), but there’s a part of her that is sated in having others validate her. unfortunately, that also subconsciously influences her responses to the focus the cult has on her as well. DRUG USE: recreationally in her youth, but hasn’t done any for some time. (unless you count helping aaron kirby/tweak out once by being his guinea pig) ALCOHOL USE: occasionally; more so when stressed, though she tries to keep a clear head as often as possible. still, if it’s there, she’s gonna drink it. PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: ........guilty.

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: she’s fairly blunt, but surprisingly playful even now. keeping a sense of glibness to her responses, hopefully, masks just how poorly she’s coping with all of this. it isn’t all a front, though: she does genuinely speak with levity when she’s with her friends, enjoying being able to banter and joke with them, because they bring out the best in her. she used to be much more mouthy towards her enemies, until she saw firsthand how her allies were faring in their clutches. now, she saves those kinds of comments for just the right level of tension. there’s no sense in antagonizing them verbally when they’re in a better position to hurt her friends than she is to save them.

ACCENT: american QUIRKS: • even before coming to hope county, she was someone you could count on to always have gum on her person, and that’s especially true now. she’ll use pieces of gum as a peace offering/extending of an olive branch to people who don’t quite trust her, figuring that even the grumpiest of people can be won over thanks to the promise of fresh breath these days. • she also tends to “ask permission” of her animal companions before doing something dumb or reckless. if cheeseburger didn’t say no, then it’s fine, right? NERVOUS TICKS: fidgeting and picking at her hangnails DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: • from the beginning, her main drive was to understand herself, which fortunately branched out to understanding others. that’s how she came to understand and make peace with her parents, it’s what made her able to harness her own negative emotions (...usually), and it’s what made her think that she’d fare okay in hope county in the first place. she’s still trying to understand these people, as much as she is trying to survive them. • she also, of course, wants a place to belong to. so much of what she grew up tolerating was in the name of being wanted and appreciated, and whenever she finds that it becomes dear to her, even if it isn’t necessarily a positive thing (ie: frickin’ len). thankfully, the friends she’s made here are quite happy to accept her into their numbers, so she doesn’t need to pull validation from elsewhere (even though...it’s out there, in some twisted form) • also, revenge? vengeance? not a positive goal, but!! it’s in there, simmering! FEARS: she fears so much lately it’s easier to list what she isn’t scared of, but obviously the biggest one is failing everyone that’s counting on her. it’s dying here. it’s her own mind, thanks to jacob. it’s joseph. but also, it’s turkeys, because those assholes are bloodthirsty. POSITIVE TRAITS: roxie is loyal to a fault, and absolutely fails any attempt she makes to turn her back on someone that she could help. she’s genuinely affectionate with her friends, and enjoys having inside jokes and opportunities to be silly with the people who like having her around, which, all in all, makes her a really good friend. she grew up without many of those, so she tries to be better than what she started with. NEGATIVE TRAITS: roxie’s prone to flashes of anger and tends to hold grudges because of it. it makes her somewhat vengeful (part of why she leaned toward law enforcement was because she liked to imagine taking down the guy who conned her dad), which can sometimes make her take risks she really shouldn’t. she has a stubborn streak that borders on foolishness at times, and that makes her unable to just walk away when it would be better for everyone involved. she also does not handle loneliness well at all.

also she’s been turned into a brainwashed attack dog whenever jacob plays his gd song SENSE OF HUMOR: her own brand of humor is pretty dry/sarcastic/it’s-a-defense-mechanism, but in the right company she’ll lean into being silly/absurd and goofing off a fair bit (traveling with sharky and hurk together really brings that side out the most often, though nick and adelaide can get that too. she at least tries to be more serious with grace and jess, but between the three of them she’s probably the most likely to goof off). roxie does find sharky and hurk’s nonsense genuinely hilarious about....85% of the time, and although adelaide’s style doesn’t match her own at all, it still cracks her up a lot of the time as well (in an incredulous way). DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: only when stressed :) which :) i mean... :) :) :)

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: dancing ♥ ANIMAL: birds (except turkeys. she knew true betrayal when a wild turkey first attacked her) BEVERAGE: no one believes her when she says this, but it’s really just any herbal tea! COLOR: the kind of deep orange you associate with autumn FOOD: blueberries! she likes blueberry flavoured anything. (least favourite: peas) FLOWER: peonies (least favourite is.....bliss flowers. obviously. but also roses, because she associates them with cheap apologies) GEM: citrine HOLIDAY: halloween! (all about that fall aesthetic) MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: cars, though she’s getting less rammy with big fuckoff trucks in hope county :) (least favourite is probably the quad because she. tends to crash them.) MOVIE: the wizard of oz (least favourite: moulin rouge, entirely because of “el tango de roxanne”. or, more specifically, how it influenced people to say her name for like five years after the movie came out) SCENERY: as shitty as her situation is, montana really is beautiful, and she appreciates a lot of the natural sights around when she’s moving from place to place SCENT: fresh laundry is always a good one, but she’ll be the first person to admit that a really nice cologne or perfume will turn her head quickly. it’s a weakness. (least favourite is....uh. the smell of burning bodies, which wasn’t something she’d ever expect to have firsthand experience with, but here we are.) SPORTS TEAM: “uh....go cougars?” WEATHER: the kind you get right before a storm is rolling in, though she’s also fond of a good ol’ thunderstorm as well. (least favourite is snowy anything. she does not enjoy winter) VACATION DESTINATION: ironically, it used to be camping in montana. now it’d be...literally anywhere but here.

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: being able to see her parents again GREATEST FEAR: “i just don’t want to die here.” MOST AT EASE WHEN: she’s taken to setting some time aside for herself to play with boomer, or to lounge against cheeseburger when there’s some precious downtime. sometimes peaches will come lay across her lap then, too, and there’s something really reassuring about having these apex predators just relaxing with her, knowing that they’ll keep her safe. also, the jukebox at the spread eagle often gets hijacked after really stressful days, and being able to dance for a bit without worrying about an airstrike or something interrupting does wonders for putting her at ease. sometimes, her friends will put the music on for her and force her to dance with them when she’s in an especially bad funk, and it’s hard to really stay up in her own head when she sees them go to that much trouble for her sake ♥ worth noting: most of this dancing is not, strictly speaking, good, but it is ridiculous and fun. (and that’s valid!) LEAST AT EASE WHEN: joseph seed is making very intense eye contact with her (which is the only way he seems to make eye contact with anybody, in his defense) WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: she literally can’t think of anything at this point that could make things worse for her, save a literal, actual apocalypse hahaha :( BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: retaking the hope county jail and saving sheriff whitehorse. having him back has been the first real sense of normalcy to return to her life, and was the push she needed to press on towards trying to locate and rescue hudson and pratt. BIGGEST REGRET: ...failing thus far to save either hudson or pratt. in joey’s case, roxie can sort of forgive herself, because she wasn’t in the absolute best position to be able to rescue her, but having been so close to her that she could see the tear tracks on her cheeks while john was wheeling her out of the room still weighs on roxie even now. she can’t stop to think about what she left hudson to deal with in there without feeling sick. in staci’s case, the feelings of regret and guilt are even worse because they’d come so close to being able to escape jacob together, but it was never enough. pratt had saved her, and he was left behind to suffer for it. she’s taken to smashing every tv she comes across that’s looping that video of him being left to die. MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: probably this moment when she first met hurk. it was a Class Act. BIGGEST SECRET: the seeds get to her. they’re in her head, she can’t shake certain things that each of them have said to her, and it all really boils down to the fact that a part of her -not even a part that she wants to recognize or acknowledge - thrills at the attention they have fixed on her. that part of her that yearns to be a priority is grateful, in a twisted way, that she’s apparently worth more than just a bullet in the head to them. that’s the part of her that’s keeping her skirting between territories, rather than just finishing it with the heralds one by one. roxie doesn’t accept that that’s what’s happening to her, but if she’d just stop to really think about it...she’d see that it’s true. • despite the warnings, she can’t help but...wonder if maybe faith is actually sincere but has been manipulated. if maybe she could be reasoned with. she doubts it, but roxie has to admit that hearing faith’s accusatory “i thought you were different!” made her feel. well. bad. (roxie’s totally wrong about her, and she’s been warned against faith by loads of people, but. oops.) • she isn’t....not attracted to john. like. aesthetically. it’d be an absolutely terrible idea, she would hate herself if it happened, and she loudly rejected both sharky and adelaide’s observations on their dynamic, so she’s not even thinking about it, but. ...well, anyway. that’s one of those take-it-to-the-grave secrets so shh • out of all of them, despite what everyone else has done to her, the one that’s gotten to the her the most, the one that scares her the most, the one that’s seen through her the most, is joseph

TOP PRIORITIES: “stay alive, save my team, save my friends, save the rest of the county, if i can. stay alive some more, finish this, then sleep, for a long, long time.”

#deputy: roxanne #court vs far cry 5 #my characters #profile: roxie

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librationpoint · 5 years

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Kinktober ‘19 - 27 Voyeurism / Exhibitionism

Day 27 - Voyeurism/Exhibitionism. 925 words, in which Brad receives a care package.

" play in private ;) "

That was all that the blank DVD had on it. There was nothing more on the slim jewel case it rested in. Brad eyed it warily, like it might be an extremely flat IED. It had come in his mail in a box packed full of jerky, chew, and other goodies, hidden between the folds of a new shemagh. Copied DVDs showed up regularly enough, but usually there was a note or two.

He double-checked that the lock of his glorified half-trailer was engaged, secured the blackout curtain over the window, and then put it into his DVD player. There was no way in hell that he was letting it anywhere near his laptop. Without any menu or intro the screen immediately displayed a bedroom, lit warmly if dimmer than usual by a couple of lamps. The camera was focused on a bed with tacky flannel sheets and a pair of spread legs covered with pale fuzz.

"Is it on?"

"Yeah."

"You have it focused right?"

"I can operate a fucking camcorder. Jesus, I always liked that you didn't micromanage, LT. Don't start now." Someone walked past the camera and climbed onto the bed, careful to keep his face out of view, to lay between those legs.

"Stop calling me LT in bed."

"He can't see our faces. He needs to know who's here."

"I'm fairly certain our voices will take care of that."

Brad closed his eyes and tried to pretend that he was more annoyed by what Nate and Ray apparently considered appropriate conversation in bed and less pleased just to hear their voices together. Their squabbling was repeatedly interrupted by the sound of kissing.

"Here, let me get you - no, wait. Shit, I can't blow you, can I?" Ray said plaintively.

"Maybe if you turn your head?"

"You'd have to be more on your side and who the fuck finds the back of a head sexy?"

"We can make do."

"Yeah, say motto stuff like that, it'll definitely get him all worked up."

"Marines are the deadliest fighters in the history of warfare."

"Mmm-hmmm."

"The Browning fifty caliber machine gun is objectively the most manly object in existence." There was a slight tremble in Nate's voice that let Brad imagine the exact degree to which he was keeping his smile suppressed.

"That's some sexy shit right there. Hey, where's the lube?"

"Isn't it right - huh. Where did you put it?"

"What do you mean, where did I put it? Where did you put it?"

"You had it last, remember? I was too busy taking it up the ass to make sure you put it back where it belongs."

Ray's ass disappeared as he crawled up the bed and there was a familiar squeak as one of the heirloom nightstands' drawers were opened offscreen. "Christ, this is going to be the worst fucking sex tape ever."

"We'll edit it out. Here you go."

A few seconds later, Ray was back on screen, ass aimed toward the camera to let Brad see the two fingers already sliding inside it. Brad unbuttoned his fly, then decided to just go for broke and pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles so he could spread out further. He got his hand around his already-hard cock just as Ray straddled Nate's waist and started to sink down on it.

"Aw, fuck," Ray gasped.

"Take it slow," Nate said, putting his hands on Ray's hips. "No need to rush."

"Nah, the burn's good, it makes me think his fat cock's going up my ass instead of yours."

Nate smacked Ray's ass. "I thought we were saving the spanking for next time."

Jesus fuck.

Ray rode Nate like, well, like he'd done this exact thing dozens times before, right down to the part where Brad watched them from a nearby chair. The sound on the speakers was thin and tinny, but more than enough to kick-start Brad's memory of every little gasp and moan they made while putting on a show. He had the timing down right, too. He got himself on edge and didn't have to hold it in for long as Nate reached between Ray's legs and lifted his cock up into view, stroking his uncut length until he cried and spewed all over Nate's stomach and points before. Brad came just before Nate's thrusts up into Ray's swiftly-relaxing form came to a pitch and stopped with a stifled moan of his own.

After a minute to give all three of them a chance to recover, Ray rolled off Nate and the bed, his hand filling up the view as he reached for the camera. A fucking "let's all go to the lobby" picture complete with dancing refreshments flashed on the screen for a while. Just as Brad pulled his pants up it disappeared again. Same bed, slightly different camera angle, sunlight leaking through the shades onto where Nate's ass was presented like he was kneeling on the bed and about to take it doggy-style.

"Okay, homes, hope you're ready for round… two? Yeah, two, there definitely wasn't one we fucked up and left the cap on between this and the first."

Brad hastily grabbed the remote and hit eject. The horny fuckers had probably filled the entire discs, but he'd still have to ration this thing out. That and hide it somewhere so that every gay, bisexual, or sufficiently desperate man in the FOB, and probably half the women too, didn't end up passing it around and jerking off to his men.

#kinktober #generation kill

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purplesurveys · 5 years

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You struggle to walk in heels. Nah, I love heels. Even if a certain pair is a bitch to wear, I’d try to power through and I’d wanna look like I’m killing it wearing them. You talk on the phone a lot. Yes, but with just Gab. We call each other up most days. You consider yourself to be pretty extroverted. I can be! Getting to college definitely taught me how to like talking to people more and I have no problem with initiating conversations or doing small talk these days. I’d consider myself like 90% extroverted; the remaining 10% is for those times I still prefer to have all to myself, which is a part of me I know I’ll never lose. You know how to sew. Nah, home ec lessons can fuck right off. I’ll leave the sewing and crocheting skills to my girlfriend. You know how to play a woodwind instrument. Does the recorder count? I mean I think almost everyone can play it as it’s a super basic instrument, but still.

You swear a lot. It’s a habit. I do choose the people I swear around though; I wouldn’t do it in front of kids or with people I’m not necessarily close with. You're a smoker. I vape. You're allergic to penicillin. I dunno. I’ve never been exposed to it, I think. Someone in your immediate family is in a wheelchair. No, no one from my extended family either. You play a lot of video games. I watch a lot of playthroughs, but I don’t play them myself because I am just terrible at them. You've never been on a train. I’ve been on a train once, and it was for an assignment and someone was with me the whole time. It was at a dead hour too, so I didn’t really get the full experience of riding a train in the Philippines. You don't like raisins. I HATE RAISINS You're not a very romantic person. I’m very conscious about PDA but I can be affectionate in many other ways. You're homosexual or bisexual. Am neither. There was one point I believed I was bi, but in the end it all boiled down to me being demisexual. Beer is your alcoholic beverage of choice. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck beer, and I’ll never get tired of saying that. Your favourite colour to wear is red. I look good in red but it’s not really my favorite color to wear. You've talked someone out of suicide. No. I wouldn’t want to be put in that situation either; not because I wouldn’t want to help, but because I’m unfit myself and I wouldn’t know if the things I would say would be helpful or just do more harm. You wear a ring on your left ring finger. I don’t. Yet. You've never had detention in school. But this is because we never adopted that concept here. Like I said, I’ve never fully grasped what detention is and what they make you do when you’re in it. Maybe someone can help a clueless Asian out here, haha. You've dated someone with a full beard. I’ve never been with a guy, and Gab doesn’t grow a beard. You have a pair of fluffy dice in your car. No, and wouldn’t want that decoration either. You've been tested for STIs. No, but I definitely should just to be sure. You've written someone a love letter. Once, three years ago. I really should do it more. Your favourite film genre is horror. I appreciate horror A LOT and at one point it was my favorite genre. It’s since been overruled by drama. You currently live in a country you weren't born in. Born, raised, and currently living in the Philippines. You don't like wearing hats. I know they’d look cute on me but it makes me feel like people can’t see me, so I always unconsciously take them off because they feel weird. Your blood type is O+. (???) Dude, I have no idea what my blood type is. I don’t think my parents are sure either. You prefer fruits over vegetables. Nah nah nah I hate fruits. You work/have worked in a hotel. No. My parents have worked in hotels all their lives though; they met while working in the same one in the 1990s. My dad has worked in a cruise ship since the 2000s but that still technically counts as a hotel-centric workplace. You enter the lottery regularly. I never have. You have a boyfriend or girlfriend. A girlfriend. You have had sex within the last week. I mean...this is one entry I don’t need to delve more into haha. You get sick often. I never get sick and if I do the fever typically just lasts a few hours. You're close with your siblings. I’m close with my sister. I haven’t talked to my brother in months. You're a pretty paranoid kind of person. It’s part anxiety and part slightly inheriting my mother’s very real OCD problems. You prefer vanilla over chocolate. Mmmmm not really. Vanilla takes like nothing to me D: Idk if it’s meant to taste like that or if I’ve just had cheap vanilla all my life. You own a lava lamp. I don’t but I had a hipster phase when I was like 12 where a lava lamp was all I wanted. Obviously my mom never got me one cos it seemed like such a waste of money, and looking back on it nine years later, it most definitely would have been. You can't whistle. I can. You've had your stomach pumped. No. I don’t even know how that works and I hope I never need that procedure, cos it sounds complicated and terrifying. You don't use emojis when you text. I know most people get paranoid from emoji-less messages, so I kinda just do my part in making them feel better by using emojis. You remember seeing the events of 9/11 on television as it happened. I was too young to have memories from 9/11; I was three and didn’t really watch news back then. You always stay hydrated. Yesssssss. I love my water and it’s also a basic form of skincare, so. You have at least one child. No kids. Your hair is shorter than shoulder length. It’s longer than that now, but I really should give it a trim soon. You're at least 21 years old. Yay I can finally answer this with a yes! You're an opinionated person and stick to your guns no matter what. Yes, unless someone can show me a better and more critical argument. I’m open to hearing them out and reconsidering by then; but until then, I like sticking to my beliefs. You share a bed with someone else every night. I sleep alone. You know how to drive. It’s how I get around places. You're currently wearing an article of clothing that doesn't belong to you. The sweater I have on belongs to Gab, but it’s been with me for three years. You are friends with a lot of people you work with. It makes the work more enjoyable when you like the people you hang out with. :) You shower twice or more each day. It’s a no for me. Once would be enough. You're friends with your boss. JM is technically my boss, and we’re good friends. You've made your own clothes before. Never have; I’m not creative enough (or at all) for that. You have/had braces. I did, back in high school. I just had them for a year and a half. You have two or more ex partners. Nope, just the one. You have a biblical middle name. I’m sure Isabelle didn’t come from the Bible. You've cheated on someone. N e v e r. You mop/vacuum the floors in your house once a week. My mom prefers to do all the cleaning stuff around the house. You have dandruff. There’s really nothing I can say about this other than I don’t, lol. Your parents are religious people. My mom is massively religious, enough to drive me insane. I don’t get my dad though; he told me he was atheist when he was in college, he sympathizes with me whenever I grumble about our family going to mass every Sunday, and he doesn’t mind when I use my phone in church, but sometimes I’ll see him singing along to church hymns. I don’t pry though and I’m just glad he’s on my side whenever I bitch about having to sit in church for an hour. You work/have worked in fast food. I have not tried this. You live near a national park. I live very far from Luneta, which is I think the only national park we have. You're a flirty kind of person. As a demisexual, the idea of being flirty is a horrifying prospect to me. You've never dyed your hair. It would terrify my mom, plus I’m about to graduate college so it’s a little too late to experiment with hair dye now. You've been to Arizona. I have not. You listen to a lot of country music. I hate this genre. You listen to a lot of pop music. Yeah I’m a pretty basic bitch lol You exercise several times a week. Just for this semester because I’m taking PE. In fairness, our instructor is a very good coach so I’m pretty open to still continue doing the workouts once the sem ends. You can do at least 10 pull-ups. I couldn’t before, but my PE class taught me how to haha. You travel primarily by bus. I can drive, so I don’t really need to take the bus. You prefer hot weather over cold weather. Ugh noooooo I hate feeling hot. I’d rather feel uncomfortably cold all year round than uncomfortably hot and sweaty. You've never been to IKEA. We don’t have IKEA. You're more creative than you are logical. I have zero creativity in my system. You've been in trouble with the police. Not with the police per se but I’ve had traffic enforcers pull me over for various ‘violations.’ You have something more important to be doing right now. It’s 1:42 AM. That important thing I should be doing right now is sleeping, but I had coffee earlier and don’t really feel like doing that at the moment.

You share a lot of your looks/appearance with your siblings. I’m the feminine version of my brother. I’m not sure if I look anything like my sister though. You've been in an open relationship. No. And I’ll never entertain the thought. You had beef for dinner last night. I’ve skipped dinner for two nights in a row, because my toothaches are really bad :( You live with roommates. I live with my immediate family. I live fairly close to my school (close enough to be able to drive there, anyway), so I’ve never had to move into a dorm or condo. You drink alcohol at least once a week. I drink a lot whenever I get to but I only do it once a month or once every two months. You have to go to work tomorrow. Nope. It’ll be the 3rd day of my 5-day weekend, so I’ve still got a lot of time to rest up :) You have taken acting classes. Acting is so not my forte. Your favourite kind of juice is cranberry. I don’t really like juice. You lost your virginity at the age of 16. 18. You're close with your cousins. I’m close with my cousins on my mom’s side. Not so much on my dad’s, but I did play a lot with them growing up; we just became less close as we got older because they eventually moved to Laguna and I saw them less and less. You have family who live in England. I don’t think I have family living in Europe. You've had a blood test. When I was confined in the hospital when I was 11, they did several blood tests on me to check my platelet count. You know someone who has two parents of the same sex. Nah, there’s a small chance of that happening here. I wish I knew someone, though.

You know how to do karate. I never took lessons. You've never had a pet dog. I have one snoring under my bed right now. Your current partner if you have one is your college/high school sweetheart. It’s a corny term, but yeah you can call her that. You have a cool scar. (?) I’m not sure almost being blinded by a glass jar to the eye is a cool scar story to tell. You've considered joining your country's army. No. You live near a very large body of water such as the ocean or a lake. Mmm not really, I live in a very urbanized area. I’ve never experienced living close to the sea, but I imagine it would be very peaceful. You watch and follow motorsports. Never have. Your mother was under the age of 20 when she was pregnant with you. Nope, she was 26. You're allergic to some kind of vegetable. I don’t have any allergies. You hate wearing socks to bed. Yessss, it feels itchy and it feels like my skin is being suffocated hahaha so I take them off. You play a lot of board games. Nothing against board games, I just don’t play them a lot. You know someone personally who was born in Japan. That’s a good possibility, but I just wouldn’t know who. You always keep spare change handy. In a place like UP where everything is cheaper, it helps tons to keep some change. Your house has three or more bedrooms. We have four bedrooms. You weigh less than you want to weigh. I’m a little less than 100 lbs, but I do wish I was at a healthier weight because I’m underweight.

You prefer tampons over pads (if you're a female who menstruates). I’ve never tried tampons and the idea of wearing it sounds like such a horrifying prospect for me hahaha. For context, pads are the (very very dominant) norm here and I literally know 0 menstruating people who use tampons. You've had sex while menstruating or had sex with someone while they were. I’m obviously not gonna share the story on here lol but it was purely an accident and I’ve made sure it never happened again. Your parents live in a different country than you. My dad has worked in different countries my whole life, but he comes back home every few months. You've been banned from a store or other location/venue. My friends and I were kicked out of a McDonald’s once for making a lot of noise, but we weren’t banned. You like to cook with a crockpot/slow cooker. I don’t cook. You have a clock radio in your bedroom. The only clocks I have are the ones on my laptop and phone.

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all odds for gabi!!!!!

first off, this was rude. you really sent me all these damn numbers.

1. what’s their full name? why was that chosen? does it mean anything

her full name is gabriela clarinda corona. there wasn’t much of a specific reason as to why it was chosen, her parents just thought it sounded good. in terms of meaning anything, her last name is significant because corona is spanish for crown and when i was developing her, i had this whole heiress, rich girl aesthetic running.

3. did they have a good childhood? what are fond memories they have of it? what’s a bad memory?

she had a relatively good childhood. her best memories include anything having to do with spending time with her mother, father, and extended family. her worst memory is when her mother died. she was only five at the time, but she remembers a good deal of her mother getting sick and then passing away.

5. do they have any siblings? what’s their names? what is their relationship with them? has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

she is an only child. her parents planned to have more kids, but her mother died when she was five and her father never remarried or had any interest in seeing other women.

7. did they have lots of friends as a child? did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood?

yes and no. she definitely had a lot of friends as a kid and into her teen years, but none of them were really true friends. by the time most people started realizing that she was basically loaded or who her father was, that became the reason people befriended her. so she definitely kept them at arms length and none of them were really kept into adulthood.

9. do animals like them? do they get on well with animals?

she LOVES animals. her favorite animals are dogs and she wants one of her own, but never ends up adopting one. she feels that she gets on well with most animals.

11. do they have any special diet requirements? are they a vegetarian? vegan? have any allergies?

she doesn’t have any special diet requirements. is not vegetarian or vegan, but she doesn’t eat meat or other animal products constantly. she doesn’t have any allergies.

13. what is their least favorite food?

her least favorite food is kale. sure, it’s good for you, but at what cost?

15. are they good at cooking? do they enjoy it? what do others think of their cooking?

gabi is a VERY good cook. she lives alone and prefers to make her own meals over ordering in or going out to eat. she really does enjoy cooking and it brings back a few memories of when she and her mother used to cook together, although they’re a bit fuzzy on the details. anyone who tries gabi’s cooking usually likes it. her best friend, dax, would probably insist she cook for him all the time and once steve is involved in her life, he definitely doesn’t mind her cooking.

17. do they like to take photos? what do they like to take photos of? selfies? what do they do with their photos?

she loves taking photos. she’s very big on taking selfies with basically anyone she can rope into it (mostly dax, who suffers through each one in annoyance). a lot of her photos just get posted right to social media, but if they’re super sentimental she likes to get them printed and hangs them up.

19. what’s their least favorite genres?

her least favorite genres are anything that’s like non fiction or like real life war related. least favorite genre of music is country.

21. do they have a temper? are they patient? what are they like when they do lose their temper?

she has a temper, but she knows how to control it (especially now, since losing control of her anger means losing control of her powers). she can be patient if she needs to be. if she loses her temper, most of her focus shifts to keeping the whole electricity thing under control.

23. do they have a good memory? short term or long term? are they good with names? or faces?

she has a fairly decent memory. she tends to forget trivial things, but if it’s important she’s bound to remember it. short term and long term are basically the same. she’s better with faces than names, but she knows how to play it like she remembers everyone’s names.

25. what do they find funny? do they have a good sense of humor? are they funny themselves?

she can find a lot of things funny, there’s not really a limit on it. she has a decent sense of humor and she’s fairly amusing herself.

27. what makes them sad? do they cry regularly? do they cry openly or hide it? what are they like they are sad?

it takes a lot to make her really sad. like, sure, she can be sad at movies and fictional stuff but it’s never like true sadness. she doesn’t cry too regularly, but if she starts crying she tends to want it to be private over it being open. when she’s sad, she’s likely to curl up on her couch in a giant sweater with comfort foods.

29. what do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? do they tease them? or get very over protective?

when she finds out someone else’s fear, her reaction depends on the person and the severity. for example, spiders freak the hell out of dax, but it’s not like the kind of fear where it can cause him to go into full blown panic, so she tends to tease him about it. if there was someone with a fear that she knew deeply affected them, she’d definitely get protective over the person.

31. do they drink? What are they like drunk? what are they like hungover? how do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? kind or teasing?

gabi is a regular wine mom. she loves drinking. wine, champagne, cosmos, margaritas, honestly any sort of fancy drink that’s not beer, she adores. she doesn’t typically get drunk and it takes a lot for her to get drunk. if she ever does though, she’s a very flirty drunk. hangovers don’t affect her too too much, she’s more of a take an advil and drink some water type of person. she gets amused when other people are hungover, but she’s very protective and caring towards her drunk pals.

33. what underwear do they wear? boxers or briefs? lacy? comfy granny panties?

this girl is BIG on pretty, lacy, matching underwear. honestly, unless she’s on her period or working, you can almost guarantee that she’s wearing some expensive (and probably tiny) lingerie set.35. what’s their guilty pleasure? what is their totally unguilty pleasure?

she’s an avid fan of trash tv (so, like, reality shows like the bachelor or kuwtk). she thinks the whole concept is stupid, but she really enjoys watching people fight and the whole drama of it. her unguilty pleasure is chocolate. literally, anything chocolate and she’s sold.

37. Do they like to read? are they a fast or slow reader? do they like poetry? fictional or non fiction?

she doesn’t mind reading, but it’s not one of her favorite pastimes. not too slow, but not too fast either. not a big poetry fan. prefers fiction over non fiction.

39. do they like letters? or prefer emails/messaging?

she prefers emails and messaging over letters, mostly because of the time it takes for a letter to go through the mail. however, if someone *cough* steve *cough* wants to write her a letter, she’s down.

41. what’s their sexuality? what do they find attractive? physically and mentally? what do they like/need in a relationship?

gabi is bisexual. physically, she’s definitely attracted to nice eyes and pretty smiles. mentally, she’s attracted to people who are dedicated, honest, and aren’t looking to screw people over. relationship wise, she needs trust and honesty and compromise.

43. are they religious? what do they think of religion? what do they think of religious people? what do they think of non religious people?

she was raised as catholic, but she’s not super religious. like, she doesn’t go to church or pray often, but she’ll go at least once or twice a year with her father for holidays and such. as for religious and non religious people, she doesn’t really mind either one as long as everyone’s respectful about other’s beliefs and identities.

45. how do other people see them? is it similar to how they see themselves?

due to her father’s business and wealth, most people tend to view gabi as a spoiled, entitled brat. she knows that, when she joins the avengers, they basically view her as this rich bitch turned vigilante. none of this is how gabi sees herself, because she knows that the way the public views her is far from the truth.

47. how do they act in a formal occasion? what do they think of black tie wear? do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?

gabi is the queen of formal events. because of her father’s business, she’s been toted to many, many socialite type events and became well versed on how to act appropriately in public and schmooze with the best of them. an avid fan of fashion, she loves a good black tie event because this girl loves getting dolled up. she can honestly say that she does enjoy most events and parties, but that’s mostly because she definitely enjoys chit chat and the whole idea of events.

49. what is their most valued object? are they sentimental? is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

her most valued object are all the pictures she has of her mother. she tends to be fairly sentimental, but there’s nothing that she has to take everywhere with her (as of yet).

#asks #in depth oc asks #gabriela corona #joey tag

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