#literally send me like ONE (1) ask and i will spill all my head cannons on you

[334iwatchshit]

"do you want revenge?"

"...i'm undecided"

can you believe they kissed after that

[ushiwakaout]

I-bRO your what the Haikyuu bois would say is so awesome! Could I request that but for Kuroo? I'm literally such a simp for the roosterhead! Thanks so much ♡

Thank you 🥺 that means a lot.

i love kuroo 😖 i hate fannon kuroo ngl, so many people think he’s a sex god (well even cannon kuroo is probably a sex god once he figures out how to work his willy but u know) and he’s honestly just a dumb chem nerd.

Let us just say that you work for him as a personal assisten 

Warnings: HAIYUUU TIMESKIP

“Hey, honey... Breakfast is ready.” (5:00 am)

“No dont worry, i didnt make it... You know I cant cook to save my life.”

“I just went down the street to buy you a coffee and some sweet bread.”

“You always wake up earlier than I do to get me something, so i just thought to repay you back...”

“Why do you always think there is a catch?”

“Fine, you caught me... I need you to help me make an itinerarie for our upcoming not-so-vacation, vacation.”

“I would have told you yesterday but we where, busy~”

“Ow! Do not hit me, I’m your boss.”

You: “More the reason!”

“More the reason my ass, hurry up and get ready, we gotta get to the office.”

“Oh yeah, we also have meetings all day today so wear something comfortable.”

“You ready to go?” (6:30 am)

“Give me a little twirl baby.”

*will slap you ass when you pass him to leave your home*

*he is def laughing past you and you’re like alright bet*

you: “Hey baby come here, give me a kiss”

“Oh now you wanna give me a kiss, you gotta reach for it, honey ~ ”

*you pull on his tie so he’s at level for a kiss but you only give him a peck before giving his ass a good smack and running to the passanger side of his car*

“Hey! Get back here, I want a decent kiss!”

“Who tought you how to smack so hard?”

“Me? I would never~”

“Come on give me a good kiss.”

“I’m gonna park the car, you go ahead and get a head start without me.”(7:30 am)

you: “What took you so long?”

“What do you mean what took me so long, I was getting you flowers”  

*gives you the bouque of flowers and kiss on the cheek*

“Duh honey~”

“Stop blushing and lets get to work.” (8:00 am)

“Have you seen my pen?”

“Can you go get me some water?”

“Come on give me a kiss before we get to the next meeting.”

“Hey, just because their an assistant doesn’t mean you get to boss them around like that.”

“Says who? You ’re fucking boss and her husband you dibshit- get out my office and I want you to apologize, but don’t you dare look in their eyes because a low life like you doesn’t deserve to.” 

“Oh and ask her to come back in, will you?”

“Hey honey, is it lunch yet?”

you: “You did not have to be so rude...”

“Didn’t have to be rude, my ass. No one gets to talk down to you like that- not even me... Well, I do... But only if you want me too~”

*he do be leaning in for a kiss but you shove your hand onto his face*

you: “Whatchu want for lunch Testu and do not say me because I will quit.” 

“Awe.. Honey you’re no fun...”

HE HAS ONE HUNDRESS PERCENT EATEN YOU KNOW OUT IN HIS OFFICE, HES MADE YOU CUM DURRING MEETINGS AND HAS MADE YOU SIT ON HIS COCK WHILE ON CONVERENCE CALLS AGHHHHH

“Just order me something and get it to go because we don’t have time to go out right now, I’ll make it up to you next time tho.”

“It’s just Y/n with my lunch. Let them in will ya?” (1:00 pm)

“Hey, honey...*whispers* book me an appointment with my chiro will ya? My back is definetly gonna need it... Do it for friday night since we have the weekend off.”

“You’re dismissed.”

*will pat you your thigh before you walk out the door*

*is a very firm believer of not teasing you around co-workers. no pda around the office unless it’s his and the blinds are shut and the door is locked*

“Honey~ let me take a nap on your lap.I’ve got thirty minutes and I’m tired.” (2:30 pm)

“Hey- We have a dinner meeting so I need you to go home, freshen up and get me a new suit- I’ll get ready in the gym bathrooms, I’ll be fine.”

“Let me know when you’re on the way so I can just take a quick wash- hold on give me a kiss before you go.” (3:20 pm)

“You’re on the way back? Pick me up some iced coffee, yeah?”

“You here? Hold on let me put on a towel.” (6:00 pm)

“What you lookin’ at?”

“Oh? Sorry- I’ll cover up~”

“You look real sexy by the way... Give me a kiss.”

“Mmm, if I keep kissing you, were gonna have to head home right now baby~”

you: “Tetsuro, this meeting is literraly about keeping your company and making it a bigger establishment... We are not gonna drop it to go fuck.”

“But honey~”

*smaking the back of his head*

you: “I will leave you high and dry next time you try it.”

*Kuroo def becomes a little pouty after you say that*

*while at dinner a conversation about you breaks through while youre in the restroom*

“So, you’re married to your assistant... How’s that like?” The man in front of him asked, with his own wife absent at the moment. “Oh, um... They’re really great- Y/n a great partner and theirs nothing more I could ask for.” He man scoffs before taking a drink, “Did they work for you before you got marries?” Kuroo nods, “I met them a fem years ago during a one on one interview, they have been working with me ever since.” The executive nodded, clearing his throat. “They a good fuck?” He asked, shocking Kuroo. “Excuse me?” He asked, making sure he didn’t hear him incorrectly. “I asked, are they a good fuck. Someone like that seems too good for our work, bet their probably a sleazy bitch who-” Kuroo go up from his seat a reached over to grab the mans collar. “Speak of my spouse with that manner ever again and i wont hesitate to ruin your life. You know what they learned about you before we got here. They found out that you’re having an affair- and they just happen to be pregnant... Seems to me that your hush money wasn’t enough. How about we tell your wife and kids that you just happened to start a new, hidden, life without them.” Little to Kuroos knowledge you where a few steps behind the table and happen to hear everything your husband had just threatened to spill. “Tetsuro...” You mumbled, setting your hand on his shoulder. “Sit down...” You looked back at the executive and smiled sadisticly, “You heard my husband... Finding about your second life wasn’t so hard.. Maybe I could send it to your wife in a matter of seconds if you don’t get up from this table, agree to our side of the contract and then leave. We’d like to enjoy our dinner in peace.”

“How much did you hear?”

“Right... Let’s just forget this ever happened and enjoy the dinner we deserve.”

“That was so, so, delicious” (8:00 pm)

“Did you enjoy your dinner?”

“Good, let’s get a bottle to go, yeah?”

“Home, sweet fucking home.”

“Come here, we’ll open the bottle later.”

*ya’ll accidentally fall asleep on the couch bc you guys work so hard together... its a cute sight*

Extra:

you: “Kuroo wake up, someones trying to get in.”

“No one is trying to break in.”

Kenma: “No she’s right I was trying to break in... I forgot my switch charger here and I need it.”

More of Husband Kuroo: here

[slywrites]

Best Two Out of Three (CH. 1)- Leon Kennedy/Reader

Here it is my first Leon Kennedy fic!!! You can read chapter one below or on AO3. (I’ll be posting chapter two later on this week or early next week)

Set right after the ending of RE2 Remake you, Claire, Leon, and Sherry come across a lone motel with a generous owner who gives you two rooms for the night. One for Claire and Sherry, one for you and Leon. Only there's a single bed and a lot of emotions to overcome...

Based on the imagine from imagineleonkennedy on tumblr "Imagine Leon making love at 21, not super experienced yet, he gets shy and is a little clumsy. But very respectful and honest, and a fast learner."

Warnings: Strong Language, Cannon typical violence

A motel was a fucking blessing after the hell you, Claire, Leon, and young Sherry went through. The outside wasn’t too shabby, a lot better than what you expected in the literal middle of nowhere.

Really anything was better than Racoon City.

The lady at the front desk was more than understanding considering you all were covered head to toe in blood, guts, and smelled like a sewer. She also heard that you were from Racoon City and her eyes went wide. It was on the news, she said, that there was a terrorist attack. A pipe exploded. Many excuses and no one could confirm nor deny those allegations. It was too early to tell what exactly happened, or why. It was only a few hours ago you left the city on foot. The sun was just setting then and now the moon replaced it as you stood in the lobby. All you knew was you had to kill many infected people, but you weren’t about to tell this nice lady that.

She just handed you the keys and said it’s on the house. As you left towards your two rooms, she mentioned she’d bring you some extra clothes and towels. It was hard to believe that there were good people in the world after what you all went through.

Sherry and Claire took one room and you and Leon in the other.

A single king bed in each room, with a door in the middle to join the rooms together. For the moment it was left open.

Neither you or Leon acknowledged the single bed in the room.

You all were exhausted, but the thought of a shower powered through the intense need to pass out at this very moment. To be clean again, to wash away the horrors. It sounded magical.

A light knock on the door startled you. Instinctively you raised your pistol to the door, adrenaline pumped through your veins. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Leon do the same. He nodded to you, and you returned the gesture. You both moved together, guns pointed at the door. Leon peered through the peephole and saw the lady from the front desk. You watched Leon relax and unlock the door.

He mumbled a thank you and closed the door. A pile of fresh clean towels and what looks to be sweatpants and shirts in his hands. Leon held them at a distance to not get them dirty against his blood-soaked police uniform. He set the clothes on the table.

“Who gets to go first?” He asked.

You holster your pistol, put the chain lock on the door and slide the deadbolt, “Rock, paper, scissors?”

Leon let out a little laugh, “Fine. But , best two out of three.”

You two squared up in the middle of the room. You leaned into a pose, as you tried to be as dramatic as possible. Leon mirrored you, as he extended his balled fist resting in his palm. A smile spread across your face at how stupid you two looked being this dramatic over a simple game to take a shower.

You won back to back. You did a victory dance and laughed at the pouty face Leon put on.

“I can’t wait to be clean! As for you , sit at one of those chairs. Can’t have you dirtying up our bed.” You sing-song as you skip over to the bathroom.

“I’ll make sure to lay all over your side while you’re in there,” he smirked.

“Leon Kennedy, don’t you dare ! Don’t make me get Claire to watch you like a hawk.”

Leon put his hands up in defense, “I won’t do anything.”

You shot him the meanest look you could, and all he did was stifle a laugh. You watched as he took a seat at the table and started to remove his boots, just to make sure he was going to keep his word.

You shut the bathroom door. You sat on the edge of the tub to strip your shoes and socks. It felt like years since you last showered, which in reality was only a day ago. Your feet were covered in a slick layer of grim, probably from the foot or two of sewer water you and Leon waded through. Honestly, you wanted to toss the shoes, but the front desk lady didn’t give you an extra pair. You’d have to survive till you got back home if there was still home .

That’s when it hit you. At the most inopportune time. There was only one bed in the room. It was the last thing on your mind. The sweet call of the shower drew the realization out of your mind. That would mean you’d have to share. You could always pop into the other room with the girls. It was a king bed and you were sure all three of you would fit.

I’m being ridiculous, you chided to yourself.

You continued to strip from the blood-soaked and torn clothing, the reality of what you experienced came to the forefront of your thoughts instead. Your mind went into autopilot as you turned the water on to the hottest setting and waited for it to heat up. A particular corner of the shower caught your attention, and you couldn’t help but focus on it. The day's events replayed in your mind like a fucked up horror movie.

It was just a normal day, then all of a sudden it wasn’t . The screams from outside the precinct, as you helped lock the gates. You couldn’t help those people who you swore you would protect. Watching as they were being attacked by other people with some crazy bloodlust you’ve never seen or heard of before. Then the precinct .

Fuck .

The steam from the shower made it hard to breathe. The hand that was under the water started to turn red from the heat. You didn’t even register the pain till it was too late.

You adjusted the water and stepped in. The dirt, blood, and God knows what washed away from you. You watched as it spiraled down the drain. Once the water finally became clear as it washed over you, you grabbed the travel size shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. You lathered up your hair first, trying to not go back down the rabbit hole you were in moments ago.

But the rabbit hole was the only thing you could see in your mind. You’d have to face the reality of what you did. What Leon and Claire did. What happened to Racoon City, a place you just started to call home. What the fuck were you supposed to do now?

Tears spilled out of your eyes and blended in with the water that cascaded down your face. You brought your hand to your mouth and choked back a sob that shot through your whole body. The shock made your knees wobble sending you crashing to the cool porcelain of the tub. Your back collided with the wall and the air left your lungs in a gargled gasp.

Instantly, there was a loud knock on the door.

Leon’s voice was muffled by the water and the door but it was the only thing you could focus on, “ Are you okay? What happened? ”

You sat up, light-headed. You were barely able to shut the water off.

“ Yeah ,” your voice shook, “I’m fine, just tired and ...and I slipped.”

“Do- do you need help…. or …” Leon left the question hanging awkwardly, “I could get Claire..”

You laughed, “No I’m okay. I’ll be out in a minute.”

You curled your knees up to your chest. You just needed a moment. The tears still fell, silently. Sooner or later you’d have to get up. You’d have to keep moving forward.

The bathroom started to feel suffocating as you absentmindedly stood and wrapped a towel around your body. You were greedy and wrapped your hair in another. You pushed your dirty clothes onto the ground and just left them there too tired to give a shit about it.

The cool handle of the doorknob brought you back to reality for a second. You turned to look at the mirror that was still fogged over. With a swipe, you looked at your eyes to see if they were as bloodshot as you imagined. Fuck , they were. Oh well.

Your eyes gazed over the bathroom. Shit, you left your clothes on the table. You shook your head, you didn’t want to try and get Leon to get your change of clothes. With a sigh, you’d just have to go out there.

You pulled the door open and walked out. Leon sat at the edge of the single chair in the room and shot up as soon as he saw you. A deep blush flushed his cheeks as he averted his gaze.

What a cute boy, you smiled. You held the towel closer to your body.

“It’s all yours,” you smiled.

You stepped towards Leon and he immediately froze. He stood in front of the table where the extra set of clothes laid.

You bit your lip to hide the smile. You feared if he saw it he’d turn into a tomato. With a step, you grabbed the clothes and sat at the edge of the bed.

Leon let out a strained cough and mumbled he was going to shower.

Once he closed the door you let out a small laugh. He’s too cute for his own good.

You shook your head and looked at the pile of clothes. An oversized plain blue t-shirt, black sweats, and some holiday socks. It wasn’t ideal, and not your size but it was way better than the alternative. No underwear though.  

You’d have to see if the hotel had a laundry room. Though your old clothes were more than likely trash, if you were to face…those things again you didn’t want to get caught because of your oversized shirt.

A shiver shot through your spine as flashes of fighting and surviving  came to the forefront yet again. More tears brimmed in your eyes and you let out a shuddered breath. Before a tear could drop your attention was brought to the bathroom door. Your brows furrowed as you heard Leon singingin the bathroom. You didn’t recognize the song, you weren’t even sure he was saying any real worlds. But it was the change in his voice that brought you back . Leon was more wholesome than you’d ever expected from the rookie cop.

You smelled the clothes and they were divine. The fresh linen scent was so foreign to you it felt almost illegal to smell something this nice. You stood. Your body is freshly clean and dry from sitting on the bed. You dropped the towel to the ground, slipping into the sweats and shirt. This felt like a lazy Sunday attire as you laid out on the bed.

A light knock on the adjoining doors made you turn. Claire stood in an outfit similar to yours and you laughed. Though her hair laid damp on her shoulders, finally being free of her ponytail.

“Look, we’re twins,” you said.

“Not a bad look, right?” She smiled, “How are you holding up?”

You gave her a flash of your teeth in what you hoped was a smile, “I’m okay. I could sleep for a week!”

Claire nodded, “I was just coming in to say goodnight actually, Sherry’s already in bed fast asleep.”

“Oh, good idea. We’ll probably do the same, Leon’s still in the shower.”

“Well, I’ll see you in the morning. Tell Leon I said goodnight.”

“Will do Claire, night.”

Claire gave you a small wave and shut the door with a silent click.

You stared at the closed space and moved to lay back down on your back. The shower just turned off meaning it was closer and closer that you and Leon would have to share a bed. It wasn’t a big deal right? You both were exhausted, both needed some rest. And the bed was a king, plenty of room for both of you to stretch out and not touch each other.

Why were you thinking about touching each other?

You couldn't rid your mind of that thought quick enough as Leon exited the bathroom in just a towel wrapped around his waist. Water still dripped from his hair as it cascaded down his bare chest drawing your eyes to how toned he was. Your eyes were drawn to the bruises that peppered his torso and the large wound on his left arm that needed to be rebandaged. The old one is still tight on his arm, though wet now.

Leon clearly flushed at you blatantly staring at his chest. He moved his weight from one foot to another unsure what to do, then he coughed and moved towards his clothes on the table.

“I-I forgot these, um I’m just going to-” He didn’t finish his sentence as he turned back to the bathroom.

You wanted to smack yourself for staring like an idiot. Now it was going to be awkward , great!  

You sighed and quickly called the front desk to ask if they had a first aid kit. The lovely lady who gave you the clothes said her son will be up in a minute. And she wasn’t wrong. The knock was light and you jumped up to get the door. You quietly thanked him and bid him goodnight.

Leon was still in the bathroom probably dying from embarrassment as you had moments ago. You sat at the edge of the bed and laid out the contents of the first aid kit. After a few more minutes, Leon peaked his head out of the bathroom. He saw your attention was on the bed and made his way out.

You looked up, “We need to change that bandage, Leon.”

He looked down at the yellow bandage that Ada had put on.

“You’re right.”

“I try to be, come sit,” you smile and pat the open bed next to you.

Leon obliged and sat down. He was dressed in sweats and a t-shirt just like you. He pointed his left shoulder towards you.

You rolled up the sleeve and started to undo the bandage. “You could have taken this off you know, and cleaned the wound while you were showering.”

“I didn’t want to mess with it…” he replied quietly, almost unsure of himself.

You bit your lip, you wanted to scold him but decided against it. You let the rest of the old tattered bandage fall to the floor. Dried up blood and dirt-stained his skin. Poor thing.

“Stay here,” you got up and moved to the bathroom.

You grabbed an extra washcloth and soaked it under some warm water. You rang out the extra and walked back to the bed. As carefully and gently as you could you cleaned up the area around the wound first. Leon winced a little when you got too close to the bullet wound.

“You’re lucky it went all the way through,” you mentioned, “I don’t think we’d find a good doctor back in Racoon City.”

Leon hummed his lip stuck between his teeth, biting down to not make a sound. You finished with the washcloth then moved to the alcohol and cotton swabs that were necessary for the actual wound. You doubted Ada was able to clean the wound before wrapping it, especially in the sewer. Leon only briefly talked about it when you brought it up. You two got separated. You were alone, trying to find your way to either Leon or Claire. You couldn’t even imagine the horror he faced down there, even though you saw the same disaster yourself.

You dampened one cotton ball with some antiseptic and started cleaning around the wound. Leon held back a cry of pain as his body tensed up.

“ Sorry ,” you murmured.  

“It’s not your fault,” he breathed.

“I know, it won’t take me long. Promise.”

Leon nodded his head and you kept your promise. You quickly cleaned the entrance and exit of the wound. Luckily it stopped bleeding long ago. Leon would have to see a real doctor at some point, but you could easily stitch the wound together for now.

You threaded the needle that came in the first aid kit. You set the needle on the bed and grabbed some numbing cream. First, you snapped on a glove and ripped open the packet to rub the cream around the wound.

“This will help,” you reassured him.

Once you were done, you let the cream settle in first before starting. You gathered the gross bandages, and trash from the bed to throw away in the trashcan across the room.

“How are you doing?” You asked as you took your position back on the bed.

“I’ve been better,” Leon looked at the wound then to you and tilted his head to the side, “I think it’s working.”

You picked up the needle and pushed it into his skin and threaded the entrance shut. You were not about to tell Leon that this was the first time you’d ever given someone stitches. You had practiced once in a medical class a long time ago but that was on fake skin, never a real human. Though you only practiced, you still were able to stitch him up well enough to last until you could see a real doctor. You did the same with the exit and it was all done. Not expert craftsmanship by any means, but he’d survive and his arm wouldn’t need to be amputated.

You took out a large bandage and removed the sticky backing to cover the front, and did the same to the back. He wouldn’t need his arm wrapped like before, the two large patches should suffice.

“ And… All done,” you smiled at your handiwork.

Leon glanced at it, his fingers ran over the stitches beneath the bandage. Then he rolled the sleeve down to cover it easily.

“Thank you,” He smiled.

“Anytime,” you nodded.

Slowly you packed up the first aid kit. You got up and sat it on the table.

“Are you ready for bed?” You asked.

Leon’s eyes moved from his newly patched shoulder to you, and nodded, “Yeah, yeah, you?”

“Yup,” you smiled then you looked to the bed.

The dread from your shower started to rise in your chest.

“Uh-Do you care what side…?” Leon asked he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

You forced a laugh and walked up to the left side, “I guess I’ll take this one, it doesn’t matter to me. Does it matter to you?”

“No! No , not at all,” he pulled the covers back.

You nod and do the same. You both lay down in your respective sides and pull the covers over yourself. Before you fully laid down, you leaned over and turned off the light on the side table.

“Goodnight,” you said as you laid your head on the soft pillow.

“Goodnight,” he replied, the exhaustion evident in his voice.

You faced the wall, away from Leon acting like you were some school girl instead of two consenting adults sharing a bed after surviving literal hell only hours ago. You wanted to slap yourself over your reaction but you were too tired to even care. You snuggled into the pillow and willed yourself to sleep.

[kiheons]

I'd love to hear your biker au head cannons

I have no clue what I’m trying to do with this au

Brianna lives in a small town in Montana with a population of less than 500. She works at a diner and a nearby wildlife refuge. 

Aquaria doesn’t live anywhere. She just kinda goes where life takes her. A lot of cross country traveling. She works odd jobs, does travel reviews and some other stuff to be afford it. Not having to pay rent certainly helps. 

Brianna and Aquaria know each other, they’ve known each other for a few years after Brianna ran into Aquaria accusing a motel owner of refusing to give her a room because ‘she looked like a dyke’ which Aquaria is like you’re not wrong but you’re still a piece of shit

Brianna had no clue if she was gonna be murdered or not but this was 1 am in the middle of January in northern Maine and it was snowing like crazy. Aquaria storming out of the office, cursing and kicking a rock. Brianna holding groceries kinda like um hey I heard your conversation. y’know cause you were yelling. Aquaria glaring at her “what? are you gonna fucking harass me for being a dyke too? piss off.” 

Brianna like no, look this is a tiny ass town with less than a 100 people and that’s literally the only motel in town. The next town over is 80 miles away and it’s snowing, it’s not safe for you to even try to go there. Aquaria rolling her eyes, swinging a leg over her bike “guess I’ll take my chances” Brianna like no I’m dead serious you can’t drive in these conditions. You don’t even have a car it’s literally just a bike if it breaks you’re fucked there’s literally nothing out there and the cops out here won’t risk trying to find you until morning. “look, I want to offer my place. It’s not much but it’s something.” 

Aquaria raising an eyebrow “Why?” Brianna like what “Why are you offering? You don’t know me. For all you know I could rob you or kill you or some shit. For all I know you could be trying to do that too.” Brianna is not impressed. “we have people like you come through here a lot. Most of them carry knives at the very least. I don’t doubt you have something on you and the skills to defend yourself if you need to.” Aquaria is like okay you know something I’m impressed “You know what a dyke is though, right?” Brianna rolling her eyes “you’re a lesbian big whoop I like women too you’re not special. Look, I’m trying to do something nice. Yes or no?” Aquaria like okay yeah sure and that’s how they meet.

 Aquaria stays over at Brianna’s place once and leaves town and Brianna never expects to see her again. She runs into Aquaria a year later in Houston, Texas. Brianna is there visiting a friend, they’re out at a bar, Brianna isn’t paying attention and bumps into someone and makes that someone spill their drink all over themselves. Aquaria is understandably pissed. Whipping around “Watch where the fuck you’re go-” and oh shit it’s that teeny black haired girl who’s place she crashed at a year ago. They talk a little and Brianna wants to exchange contact info. 

Aquaria doesn’t have a cellphone. She takes Brianna’s number and gives Brianna the number for a PO box in Branson, Missouri. If Brianna ever really really needs to get in touch with Aquaria she can always send a letter there. “How do you not have a phone?” Aquaria like I don’t need one but a PO box is useful. Brianna squinting at Aquaria “do you even pay taxes?” Aquaria just kinda wiggles her hand “kinda” “so you don’t pay taxes” 

They part ways again, Brianna moves to Montana to work with the refuge and writes Aquaria to let her know that she’s not in Maine anymore. Aquaria calls her from time to time. It’s always at the most bizarre times of day. 

Brianna has shoulder length black hair. She’s not exactly sure what she’s doing with her life, she’s kind of just doing things and hoping it works out. 

Aquaria tried going to college when she graduated, she hated it and dropped out. she bought her bike at age 22 with money she’d been saving since she was 14, decided that there was nothing for her in Pennsylvania, and just left. 

Every time Brianna sees Aquaria it’s like her hair gets shorter and shorter. The first time she met Aquaria she has chest length blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. It got shorter and shorter and now it’s a short, choppy bob that Brianna is pretty sure Aquaria did with kitchen scissors in a motel bathroom cause it looks pretty awful. 

Brianna came home from the refuge to see Aquaria leaning against her bike outside her apartment complex. “I was in the area.” Turns out Aquaria had just spend the past few weeks in Canada. “You have a passport?” Aquaria is like no of course not “Aquaria that’s illegal” Aquaria shrugging “So is not paying taxes” The two of them went out, Brianna showed Aquaria around, they got a drink, went back to Brianna’s place and Brianna let Aquaria fuck her into the mattress. Aquaria stayed with her for two more days before she left. When she did Brianna told her her seasonal job at the refuge was ending in about a month. “Come back May 1st.” 

Aquaria did, Brianna has everything in a duffel bag and told Aquaria to give her a ride to Porter, Indiana. “You clearly don’t have a job so might as well hitch a ride with you.” Brianna is set to work another seasonal job there for the next 6 months. They travel like that. Sometimes Aquaria will visit her while Brianna is working but she’s always there on Brianna’s last day to take Brianna wherever she found her next job.

Brianna has a blog. She writes about working with national parks and refuges and traveling. it starts getting attention and she’s eventually offered a permanent job in the national parks system. Aquaria picks her up from New Mexico, drops her off in Albany, New York and asks when Brianna wants Aquaria to pick her up. Brianna tells her that this is a permanent position. She’ll be in Albany for a while. 

Brianna doesn’t hear from Aquaria for 7 months until Aquaria calls her out of the blue. It’s 2 in the morning, Aquaria is stuck in the middle of a highway somewhere in Delaware because her bike broke, she doesn’t have what she needs to fix it and Brianna is the closest person she knows. Brianna drives 5 hours to pick Aquaria up and when Aquaria makes fun of her truck Brianna says she can’t talk, not when she has a fucking motorcycle. 

Aquaria stays with her for the next 2 months. It was only supposed to be a week but turns out she need to order parts and it takes a lot longer to fix it than Aquaria expects. She’s never stayed with Brianna for more than 4 days so it’s interesting to actually stay with her. Aquaria wants to get back on the road but Brianna is interesting to live with so she procrastinates a 2 week job into nearly 2 months. 

Brianna likes Aquaria’s leather jacket. Aquaria has let her wear it sometimes. Brianna tries it on while Aquaria is gone, Aquaria comes back earlier than expected and Brianna’s ass gets wrecked wearing that leather jacket. 

Aquaria leaves but she’s only gone for 4 months before she’s back in Albany. she stays with Brianna again, this time for 3 weeks and mooches off her. Brianna is disappointed to see that Aquaria still has that god awful bob but Aquaria says she likes it. It’s easier to maintain. 

The longer Brianna stays in Albany the more Aquaria visits her. Aquaria buys Brianna her own jacket and Brianna manages to convince Aquaria to get a cellphone. 

[innocentignorance]

Head Cannon: Alexandria Pt. 2

What is this? So here is the part 2 of Alexandria’s head cannon. I hope part 1 was interesting enough to have you waiting for this one. Once again I want to thank everyone who took the time to read/reblog/comment on my HCs. They important to me and your attention means so much. Enjoy :)

Part 1

“I don’t care who or what you were in the Demon World. You are none of those now that you’re here, and here in the Human World what I say goes.”

So the succubus whose story you read in pt. 1, Aquila, was a princess of the Lilith Kingdom but she escaped to the Human World with the help of Harold Anderson, a powerful warlock and Alexandria’s grandfather. She was grateful to him, and eventually they fell in love with each other and got married. A few years after that Alexandria’s father, David, was born. But because David is a boy and his father is not a demon, he is entirely human with some demon blood but no powers. He is not even aware of this fact. However, when David has a child of his own, a baby girl, that little girl, being the first female child born into the family after Aquila joins, inherits the powers of her grandmother instead. That little girl is Alexandria.

Because her grandmother is an extremely powerful succubus and her grandfather has magic, Alexandria has all the powers a full-blooded succubus would have, complete with a demon form, backed up by very powerful magic. Her grandmother even used to claim that she’s more powerful than almost all succubi and incubi. The only thing that sets her apart is the lack of horns in her demon form.

“But why don’t I have horns like you do, grandma?”

“That’s because of your diluted blood, dear. Don’t worry. It doesn’t mean much. Only that you are a very special girl.”

Trained in the art the arts of seduction, illusion, mind control and every other succubus ability by her grandmother, and in almost all kinds of magic by her grandfather, Alexandria is one of most powerful beings that has ever walked the Plains of Existence. Very much so that even Angels are weary of her at first. When she was 13, her grandmother was killed by a group of devils and she killed them with the back of her hand to have her revenge, Angels approached her with an proposition.

“What the fuck do you want from me? I did nothing wrong. In fact I did your job for you.”

“That is exactly why we’re here, child.”

So instead of being angry with her, they ask her to become somewhat of a ruler in the Human World. They would actually pay her human money and give her somewhat of an authority to act on their behalf, in return she would have to keep the entire demon population in check, away from humans and devils. And Alexandria, at the time desperately looking for ways to free herself from her father, accepts. The Angels give her the means to travel around the world very quickly and the ability to be able to communicate with demons and devils no matter what language they spoke. Not wanting their wrath upon her, she immediately got to work. She traveled the entire globe in a little over a month and managed to make acquaintances with every demon out there. She wrote down the used human name, True Name, contact information and current residence of every demon. Then, she wrote down the rules that the Angels set and sent them out to every single one of them, with the Angels’ and her own seals for proof that there would be consequences if the rules were not obeyed.

-Killing or harming humans by using your demonic powers is forbidden and punishable, possibly by death.

-Exposing yourself to humans, except those that are witched and warlocks, is forbidden. Can be overlooked if the human is willing to make an oath to keep it a secret. Otherwise both the demon and the human will go through Angels’ Trials or executed.

-Any items imported from the Demon World without the approval of the Representative will be confiscated, and the demon/s responsible for bringing the items will be punished.

-Conflict with the Hell Spawn must be avoided at all costs. If can not be avoided, the Representative must be informed at once, whether the said Hell Spawn are still alive or not.

-Any demon residing in the Human World must meet the Representative and get registered. 

-The Representative has the authority to inflict punishments and handle executions if any of the rules stated above has been broken.

With the distribution of the rules and the news that there is now a ruler causes a stir among the demons and even devils that live in the Human World. Alexandria is quick to quiet down everyone and reassure them that she’s not there to rule over them, but protect them. 

“I’m not here to rule over you. I was chosen by the Angels’ to make sure that everyone obeyed their rules. They could easily do this themselves. Their punishments would be harsh and they would show no mercy. And I could let them for all I care. But I didn’t. I accepted this role to make sure that you all have a better chance.”

She tells the devils that so long they stayed away from her people and the humans, she would take no action against them. Her only responsibility was to the demons but if they ever dared to harm any of her people, they would find death in her hands.

In time people slowly start to accept her role as the Representative and even respect her greatly. There are still some sore thumbs here and there that cause trouble by refusing to give their True Name or some other way, but she’s always able to deal with them either with her natural charisma and swaying words, or by force.

Alexandria is force of nature. There is no one in the world that wouldn’t obey her one way or the other. Although she especially enjoys taming rebels. Despite her constant use of foul language and bitchy attitude, she manages to gather an extremely loyal group of people, composed of witches, warlocks and demon alike, that are her eyes and ears all around world. She learns different types of magic from all of them. Her most trusted agent and best friend is a Shadow demon who calls himself Keith. He is her second in command and the head of a lot of operations. He is sarcastic, snarky and sneaky as hell, and despite their constant bickering they always have each other’s backs.

“You know you love me, Lexy.”

“Shut the fuck up, Keith, and for the last time DON’T CALL ME LEXY!”

Alexandria has a very bitchy, fuck-everyone-and-everything, I-literally-couldn’t-care-less attitude. But in reality she cares a lot about her people and friends. She’s sarcastic and loves nicknames. She has at least one nickname for everyone she meets.The closer she is to the person, the more creative and bigger in number the nicknames get. She has absolutely zero tolerance to people deciding things for her or ordering her around. Which means she has no tolerance for her father. She hates him as much as it is possible for a child to hate her father. After she becomes the Angels’ Representative, she immediately goes to tell him off.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore, old man. You can go and shove those expectations and dreams you have for me right down your throat and choke on them while you fuck yourself.”

“Alexandria Anderson! How dare you speak to me like this!”

After that the two of them rarely spoke. When Alexandria’s grandfather dies and leaves his mansion to her, her father immediately sends her off the very same day. She knows it’s probably the last that she ever sees him and she doesn’t care. She goes into the house, settles in and calls up her friends for a small housewarming party that involve a lot of booze. Keith and his wife Emily, who’s an animal demon, are the first to show up. After a great night that she barely remembers she goes to school and come back to the mansion and guess what? There lies 5 people on her floor, covered in blood and barely conscious. She can tell they’re demons right away but surprised to see that she doesn’t recognize any of them. Unregistered demons. In her house. Bleeding all over her floor. 

Before she can think of the best course of action, one of them suddenly appear in front of her, looking straight into her eyes. The boy has messy brown hair and deep green eyes, but his gorgeous face is ruined by a frown. Looking into his eyes she suddenly feels like she wants to kiss him but breaks out of it when she realises what’s happening. He’s compelling her. Incubus. She becomes so furious that she sees red. How dare he?

“Women, you’re going to let me kiss you.”

“…”

“OH MY GOD! YOU KILLED HIM!”

“Calm down, bouncy. He ain’t dead. And so long as he doesn’t try to pull off something like that again, he’ll remain that way.”

Alexandria demands to know who they are and what 5 unregistered incubi were doing in her house. They explain everything to her, saying that they were attacked by devils and found the house while looking for shelter, not knowing it belonged to anyone. She was shocked to hear that. Every demon there had to know that this house belonged to a relative of the Representative. But then they weren’t registered so either they were new or no one told them. When the brown haired one comes to, she takes out her list to register them immediately, explaining the process of residing in the Human World. The incubi see that they have little choice but to agree. They all give her their names, used and True, all except for one.

“Why the fuck do we have to give her our names? She almost killed me!”

“Well, you ain’t dead, are ya, tough guy? Now spill it or do I really have to use force again?”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“In your weakened state and after what just happened, you sure have some serious balls to speak to me like that. There are rules made to be broken but this isn’t one of them.”

After somewhat of a glaring contest, he finally gives up and tells her. She reassures them that her documents are for her eyes only and no one would be able to read them. She hands the brothers, and throws one at Sam, a special potion that she makes from sweet flower so that they can restore their energy. She says they should retire for now and they will discuss what happens with them later. 

[azems-familiar]

She Who Dreams Ch. 1 (Edited)

Since I’m revising/editing She Who Dreams, I thought I’d start posting it on here. Cowritten with @the-voice-of-light-city.

Chapter One: Not Just A Locket

“Doctor, look at this.” The being sometimes known as the Doctor, legal name John Smith-now-Tyler, half-human clone of the last Time Lord, comes awake with a start. His Rose is sitting upright in bed, fingering something on a long golden chain, knees curled close to her chest. Messy blonde hair streaked with silver drapes over bare shoulders as she stares at the thing in her hands; he drags himself half-upright, suddenly concerned. “Yes, love?” She doesn’t look at him, hiding behind a curtain of hair; holds out the thing on the chain instead. “ Look. ” He blinks at the indistinct object for a moment, and then his gaze slides back to the delicate dusky lines of his wife. It’s dark, but his eyes are still mostly Time Lord, and besides he can always see her. “Rose, are you alright?” She turns toward him, finally; her eyes glint wide in the twilight. “Can’t you see it?” There’s a waver to her voice. “It’s the locket. My locket. I’ve been wearing it since - as long as I can remember.” She makes a funny broken noise. “I don’t think I can remember ever taking it off. ” “Rose,” he says, and then his hands are in hers, signaling telepathic [comfort] through the skin-on-skin contact. (Not as strong as a real Time Lord, but it’s enough for him--enough for both of them) “Rose, it’s all right. It’s just a dream.” They both have bad dreams sometimes - sometimes she still wakes up in a panic, reaching desperately for the dimension cannon, convinced that she’s still stuck jumping from reality to reality and never being able to rest - looking for him. And he, well, it wasn’t really him, but he still has the War.  She helps him, and he helps her; they make a good team, that way. “You’re safe.” She makes a wordless frustrated noise, thrusts the object at him again. “No, it’s not a dream, can’t you see it?” He frowns. “It’s just a locket.”

“No it’s not,” she repeats, almost desperate now. “It’s got to be - a, a perception filter, or something. Look at it. Really look.” And she squeezes his hand, sending back a quiet scared [please] through the telepathic channel he keeps open for her. He looks. He - He blinks, and takes a careful breath, the beating of his single heart suddenly loud in his ears in a way it hasn’t been for decades. “Rose…” “I know,” she says, but her voice is unsure. The thing she’s holding in her hand - hard to look at still, but getting better, as if the perception filter’s slowly fading - is small and round and made of a heavy golden metal, covered in delicate circular engravings, lines and angles and clockwork-like gears intersecting across the surface. Even to his halfling timesense, it glows with pure artron. It’s a fob watch. “Is it...?” she asks, her voice shaking just a little, as he takes it out of her hand, handling it carefully. “Yeah,” he says, slowly. “A chameleon arch. You remember I told you about the Family of Blood - with Martha?” “Of course  I do,” she responds, hand still holding tight to his. “There’s a - a Time Lord in there. All the memories. All the regenerations.” She swallows. “A Time Lady,” he corrects softly, and looks up at his Rose, eyes unreadable. “And it’s yours.” “I’m a Time Lady,” Rose says, after a moment. She giggles, a little deliriously. “Right. Okay.” She takes a shaky breath. “And if I open the watch. I’ll remember?” The Doctor nods. “You - you’ll be the person you were then again. You’ll remember Rose, but you won’t be her.” Something flickers in his eyes, for a moment. “Not really. If you open the watch.” She looks up suddenly, eyes urgent. “Did you know? When you - the other you - found me? Did you know I was from Gallifrey, too?” He shakes his head, and then he shakes it again, an edge of joy creeping around the shock. “No,” he says, delighted, and then there’s a smile on his face. “No - I didn’t know - but you survived, Rose, somebody else made it past the Moment - you made it.” There’s something like relief there, too; the weight of a thousand thousand lives lifted by just a little bit. He pulls her close, radiating [happiness] through their linked hands “Somebody else survived. I’m not alone.” “You never were alone,” she whispers, then pauses. “Do I - “ she starts, and chokes, and he freezes - pulling back. “Do I do it now?” He hesitates for a single moment, and then he shakes his head, voice soft. “Not if you don’t want to, love.” “But if I’m a Time Lord--Lady--too,” she says shakily, the words spilling out fast and jerky. “Shouldn’t I - if you - “ “Rose,” the Doctor interjects, firmly, grinning that same old idiot’s grin. “I’d love you if you were a human or a Time Lady or a - giant squid, alright? If you want to, and not sooner.” “But,” she tries, and now there really is fear there. “You said - Professor Yana was good, too - what if I’m one of the bad ones?” The Doctor laughs, softly, happily. “Oh, no. I can read the inscription, Rose. And you’re not.” He whispers it, rocking her back and forth. “You are very, very good.” [=|=] She’s not crying. She’s not screaming. She’s not bleeding. That’s the worst part, of course. Rose Marion Tyler rocks back and forth on the same bed in the same room but alone, and the sheets don’t even smell like him. She tried. He always said that Time Lords have no scent, but it wasn’t true, or not really; there’s that faint hint of sparks, something like electricity and dust and sunset, that peculiar taste that was only him. And it’s gone. It was a Torchwood mission. Predictably. Of course. He threw himself into a conflict with three different alien species, always at the center of everything, somehow holding everybody frozen with sheer force of will - oh, there were other agents, but nobody could ever do that, that magic he does with words and symbols and empty hands. He spins through the room, talking so fast your brain can barely keep up, thinking even faster. He finds a way to save everybody. He walks the line, a tightrope so high and yet he dances so easy, running circles around every other mind in the room. He was immortal - maybe not literally, not anymore, but everyone believed it anyway. You can’t kill a legend; you can’t kill a force of nature; you can’t kill a trail of artron sparks. You can’t kill the Doctor. The Doctor never dies. And then when all three species stood down, when this universe’s Shadow Proclamation had been called, the refugees waiting on their towering miles-long island ships parked in the Pacific, UNIT negotiating. When all three leaders laid their weapons down. When everything was going to be alright, as always. The Doctor grinned, still standing on that pedestal-like engine tower in the middle of the ship’s cargo hold - and then said “In that case, I think I’m going to-“ He never finished the sentence; he blacked out instead, and would have fallen the fifty feet to the cargo floor if she hadn’t caught him. And that’s when everybody figure out that at some point during the whole adventure he’d been stabbed in the side with a two-inch wide sword, and never bothered to mention it. “I’m dying,” he told her, in the hospital bed. She was still crying then. She could still cry then. But he was smiling, and he looked so exactly the same - he’d aged a little, more than the Time Lord Doctor ever had, a few grey hairs around the edge - that it hurt. They were going to live forever, together, and die in each other’s arms. “No you’re not,” she tried to say, but couldn’t; choking on the words. He knew it anyway. “I am,” he said. That was all he said. “Rose - “ “D - d - “ and then she gave up, squeezed his hand tighter instead. [i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love] “Rose,” he whispered, still smiling, and then he coughs (the doctors say he’s punctured a lung and it’s too close to that one heart and even surgery might not help the doctors say his systems are too alien and too unstable, a barely-functional patchwork being made of two races that couldn’t be more different no matter how similar they look, the doctors say they’ll try but they don’t know). [rose, your locket.] She tried to respond, but all that came out was a tangle of raw emotion; she can’t quite manage sentences, even after all these years of practice. [when i’m gone - he needs you.] [who?] and [i love you] and [don’t go] [the doctor,] he said, and coughed again. [the…. real one. he needs you. he needs… to know he’s not alone] “ You’re the real Doctor,” she snapped, and it came out harsher than she meant but she doesn’t have time to care. “I won’t leave you. I won’t ever leave you. ” She took a desperate breath. “I’ll save you there must be some way I will save you - “ He couldn’t laugh, not really, but the bubble of simple joyful [amusement] stopped her anyway. [Oh, Rose, my Rose.] He blinked, once, eyes unfocusing. [You already did. ] A faint, curve of a smile. [So many times.] His eyes slipped shut; the last thing she got was one signal so strong it shorted her mind out for a moment - vision gone, grief gone, nothing but an endless timeless space made of pure [love.] They wheeled him into surgery. He never woke up again. And now she’s sitting here, wondering what being a Time Lord - Lady - is like. Do immortals have to feel? Will she care about the Doctor? Does she want to care about the Doctor? He’s still out there, though, isn’t he? If she’s a Time Lady, can she find him? All she wants is to hear him say ‘Run,’ again. He won’t replace her Doctor - nothing could ever do that - but if he needs her. If he still wants her. There’s nothing for her left here - Mum and Dad are both gone, Tony’s married the cute superspy from UNIT, his name’s Viktor or something, and they’re living on the other side of the world, she doesn’t know anybody else from this universe, not well. She clutches the watch close to her chest, staring at the almost-hypnotic under-the-skin-of-the-universe golden glow of it, wondering what dying feels like. Rose Marian Tyler screams, and throws the locket at the wall hard. No. NO . Take a breath; imagine his hands in hers. It’s going to be okay. It isn’t dying; it’s just being someone else, someone who doesn’t hurt like this. It’s okay to grieve, it’s okay to be scared, but the other Doctor needs her, somewhere. She rocks back and forth for a little longer, and maybe she finally starts to cry. And then she goes to pick it up. She writes three notes before she goes. One of them’s for the Torchwood operatives, so they know where she’s gone, in case the new her doesn’t feel like sticking around. One of them’s for herself, after she’s changed, to make sure that the new her remembers. And one of them’s for the Doctor, from the human her, so that even if it is like dying she can say goodbye. She puts the first note on her bed and shoves it against the wall, making space - she’s not sure how this works and she doesn’t want to accidentally incinerate anything if this is like the Doctor’s regenerations. She considers the second note for a moment, and then she pins it to the wall in front of her, so it’ll be the first thing she sees either way. The third note she puts in the pocket of her Torchwood leather jacket, and hopes for the best. She stands straight. She holds her head high. She takes one last long slow breath. The watch clicks open. And then there is light.