#etc etc etc i hate this shit punches wall etc etc

[bucephaly]

Google search how do make friend after college

[e77y]

Trying to fix my resume ☝️🤓 Small problem: I sound like a loser no matter what

[lemonpastrys]

as a gift to u every time i want to do a tag rant im going to rb this and do it under this 🫶 <3

(wrote a tag rantpost below but THE TAGS ARE LIMITED NOW???? 30 TAGS REACHED I CANT WRITE ANYMORE WHAT IS THIS SORCERY)

NEVER apologize for leaving long tags when you reblog from me. i am reading it like its my daily newspaper in the morning. idc if idk shit about what ur talking about, its like checking out the gossip from the next town over

[lordprettyflackotara]

dollhouse || jeff the killer

SMUT. MINORS DNI. 18+. PLEASE READ TW LIST: MURDER, YOU ARE A CREEP/MURDERER, blood kink? kinda?, choking, hate sex, enemies to prob lovers trope, orgasm denial, etc etc. yes there will be a part two ;) <3

part two

“God fucking dammit!”

The screech left your mouth involuntarily, your hand gripping the back door and slamming it shut. The sound echoed through out the kitchen, your vision borderline seeing red. You continued to mutter curses under your breath as you stormed into the living room. Ben nearly bent his neck backwards trying to look at you from the couch, “Uh, something wrong?”

Your eyes were shooting daggers as you looked at him. The blonde would’ve cowered in fear if he didn’t find you tragically attractive. (Considering you’ve made it very clear you are off limits from any mansion residents). “I got a fucking assignment like i’m a goddamn proxy,” You grumbled, stomping into the living room. Lazily you flopped down on the couch beside Ben, running your fingers through your hair.

Ben playfully elbowed you. “Oh cmon, that’s not that bad. Every creep has had to go on a mission for Slendy at one time or another,” He said cheerfully, resuming his button mashing on his xbox controller. You slumped in your seat, sighing as you propped up your head.

“Yeah, but not every creep has been paired with Jeffrey Woods.”

“Don’t flatter yourself sunshine, i’m not happy to be paired with you either,” Jeffs cold voice rang from the staircase. Ben looked back and forth between you to, pausing his game. “Oh and call me that again and i’ll slit your throat,” Jeff barked. He casually strolled down the stairs, parking himself in his usual chair by the window. You refrained from looking at him, his face making you physically sick. “I don’t know what you’re complaining about either. If I were you i’d be dropping my fucking panties and praising Slender,” Jeff continued. His rambling was growing tiresome, your patience becoming thinner.

You and Jeff were equally as aggressive, which led to many disputes and many more fist fights. Jeff never knew when to shut his mouth and you never knew when to stop throwing punches. “You single handedly have the best killer on your team and you’re still running your mouth. At this point it’s a mystery why your folks didn’t stitch it shut,” Jeff snickered. Your ears twitched visibly, your eyes widening at the sound of him mentioning your human family. Your human life.

In a swift motion you dug the (carefully thought out) emergency knife from the couch, throwing it at his head. You were known for your aim, your accuracy. The blade whisked past Jeff, digging into the wall. “You’re gonna break a window!” Ben screeched. Jeff frowned, glaring at the knife in the wall behind him. “You missed doll face,” He seethed. You grinned your petty scheme paying off.

“Did I?”

A warm liquid began trickling down Jeff’s ear, his fingers reaching to identify the source. Crimson red blood stained his fingertips, the lobe of his ear nipped by the launched blade. “You bitch i’ll kill you!” Jeff yelled, rising from his seat. You matched his energy, standing up immediately. Despite Jeff’s tall size you refused to let him intimate you, your gaze always burning with a sincere hatred. Ben was quick to hop around you, wedging himself in between you both.

“Guys let’s think about this, you know Slender’s rules,” The blonde suggested. Typically Ben didn’t give two shits about Creeps wrestling it out. Shit, last week he let Masky throw Toby into the coffee table. (Shattered it, by the way.) But he genuinely liked the both of you, considering you both his best friends. Your eyes flickered past Jeff for a moment, landing at the disney princess clock Sally had requested.

“Shit we’re late. Clean yourself up and let’s go.”

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One key thing was to be known about Slender missions: if you had any questions, you kept them to yourself. This is what you tried to convince yourself as you pulled on a set of scrubs. Cosplaying as a nurse was not on your bucket list, certainly not like this. “Could you be any slower?” Jeff huffed. You both stood in the back alley of the hospital, a keycard having been delivered to you to gain entry. Jeff stood on the other side of the car, facing the wall. You threatened to scoop his eyes out if he looked at you changing, the mere threat alone leading to half of his annoyance.

“Oh im sorry, maybe if your face didn’t look like it went through a meat grinder you could’ve been the doctor,” You spat, venom lacing your words. You shoved on your face mask, your key card pinned to your shirt. You rounded the car, shoving Jeff his sunglasses and blue face mask. “Do I look legit?” You asked. Jeff scowled as he shoved on the sunglasses, shoving his hood over his head. “I wouldn’t trust you with a walnut, nevertheless my life,” He snarled. You had learned long ago to discard anything Jeff said to you, no matter how hurtful or spiteful it seemed to be.

But he noticed your eyebrows briefly furrowing, your eyes flickering with concern you didn’t look nurse like enough to complete the mission. “But yeah I guess you look like a healthcare professional,” Jeff finished, shoving his face mask on. You locked the car, shoving the keys into your scrubs. Jeff’s part was to play a sick patient, one you were taking to the emergency wing. The same wing where they had a lab with copious amounts of blood bags. Again, you were never supposed to ask questions. But you couldn’t help but wonder what or who Slender would be feeding with these bags.

“Why did you make me wash my hoodie again? The blood on it could’ve looked like I was coughing it up,” Jeff asked. Jeff was notorious for not wanting to wash his hoodie. You figured it was an ego thing, pride always seeming to drip off of him when he paraded around in his victims blood. Grabbing your keycard you bypassed the pitiful security system, the door unlocking with a click. You grabbed him by his shoulder, assertively guiding him inside. “Yeah we would’ve wanted you to look like you were coughing up blood, not coming back from a murder scene,” You whispered. The bright hospital lights were borderline overstimulating, your vision narrowing as you struggled to remember instructions.

Jeff sensed this, fake coughing and jerking his head towards the sign. West wing. Great. You led Jeff through the busy hospital, nodding respectfully at any medical staff that made eye contact with you. No one seemed suspicious, just another human nursing a sick patient back to health, right? The journey felt longer than it was, your nerves gnawing at you. It wasn’t the fear of being identified necessarily. You and Jeff (if you managed to work together as a team) could certainly slaughter this entire hospital floor and get away. It’s not like many would try to fight you both off either.

Creeps were not to make spectacles of themselves by having their identifies revealed to humans. Camera systems were in place, people had cell phones, police were nowadays just one click away. If you both failed to remain secretive, you’d violate one of Slender’s rules. And if you cared to live another day with more than three brain cells in tact, you did not disobey Slender.

Finally reaching the west wing brought instant relief, both of you reaching your destination. You swiped your keycard, both of you pushing into the room. A middle aged man stood at the counter, turning around to see who had entered. He briefly turned back around, before realizing Jeff did not appear to be medical staff. You shoved a metal cart in front of the door, Jeff quick to take out the threat. “Go to sleep,” He snickered, slitting the man’s throat. You rolled your eyes, grabbing a trash bag from under the sink.

“gO tO sLeEp,” You muttered mockingly. You wondered when he’d retire the corny catchphrase. You threw your mask aside, tired of playing pretend. Jeff strolled over to the fridge, yanking open the door. Blood pooled on the floor beneath his shoes, staining them as he crouched down. Jeff wasn’t bothered in any capacity, reaching out to grab a trash bag. You both began shoving the bags into the bag, grabbing each and every type. “Wait did Slender want the different blood types in different bags?” Jeff asked. You sighed, ignoring him as he stopped and looked at you. He yanked off the mask and tossed aside the sunglasses, his obsidian eyes boring into yours. “He didn’t specify,” You shrug, grabbing another row of bags.

“He didn’t specify? So why wouldn’t you do it then?” Jeff asked. You rolled your eyes, dropping your hands. “What does it matter? We’re putting bags of blood into trash bags and delivering it like we’re in the twilight zone. We don’t even know what this is for,” You argued. You went to grab another bag, Jeff’s pale hand harshly grabbing your arm. “Exactly, we don’t know what it’s for. Meaning we should play it safe,” Jeff debated. You yanked your arm away from him, disgusted by his touch. Angrily you dropped the trash bag, standing up.

“You just want an excuse to argue. I knew you would fuck this mission up,” You growled. Jeff rose to his feet, towering over you as he did so. “I’m fucking up the mission? You’re the one who’s being sloppy,” He said, poking your chest. You shoved his shoulders, hating his touch. “You’re the sloppy one. Yeah Jeff get your shoes stained with the humans blood so they can look for it later. We’ll just have to burn it in the middle of nowhere,” You said, gesturing to his shoes. Jeff rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Them knowing my shoes, which by the way, are converse, which half of the planet owns, is not a big fucking deal,” He said mockingly.

You threw your arms up, exasperated. “Yes it is! Because then they’ll link it to any other crime they’ve captured with a stupid pale guy in converse and it’ll be all over the news, and you know how Slender hates the media-” You began, before the hallway light stopped your sentence for you. Two nurses shoved their way inside of the room, both of you freezing. Shit.

Jeff grabbed both of them by their scrubs, yanking them inside and slamming the door. He shoved his hand over the first one’s mouth, slamming her onto the cold floor. Your victim seemed dumbfounded, her eyes widening in the same fear that dripped off of every victim of yours. “Dont scream bitch, whatever you do, don’t scream,” You suggested. You didn’t look visibly armed, maybe she’d listen to you. As Jeff repeatedly stabbed her coworker in the chest, she changed her mind. A shallow gasp left her lips before you were on her like a wild animal, your pocket knives blade stabbing her from the underside of her chin.

Not your preferred method, gallons of her blood pouring down onto you and your scrubs. Her eyes went blank as the soul left her body, her life officially drained. Crimson paint coated your entire front side, the skin on your arms stained with the color. “There is no fucking way i’m going to be able to walk through the hospital like this,” You seethed. You turned to Jeff, tossing the nurses limp corpse aside. “You should’ve been keeping a lookout instead of picking an argument!” You exclaimed. Jeff rose to his feet above his own victim, her organs on full display as smashed lumps of meat.

“Nothings ever your fault, is it sunshine? Maybe take some responsibility for your fuckups instead of pinning it on me,” Jeff spat. You hated him. You hated him beyond belief. You also hated that he in one way or another, was right. You let him get in your head and distract you from the mission. In a fit of rage you shoved at his chest, the pale killer having enough of your hissy fit. He shoved you back, pushing you against the counter. Slipping on the blood beneath you, you instinctively grabbed handfuls of Jeff’s hoodie, dragging him with you.

His body smashed into yours as your back hit the counter, both of you breathing heavily. You glared up at him, his body not deserting yours. He licked his dry lips, observing you from above. Your chin and neck were coated in blood, along with the rest of you. When Jeff came to think of it, you didn’t look half bad when your mouth was shut and you were covered in his favorite liquid. Glaring up at him you noticed he was stained the same way, splatters of blood painting his face. “I hate you,” You seethed. Jeff leaned in closer to you, his face an inch away from yours.

“I hate you too sunshine. Don’t ever think for a moment I don’t,” He replied. You could feel your heart beginning to race, the close proximity making your stomach do back flips. “Why would I think you don’t?” You asked. Jeff hesitated, knowing what he was about to do would change everything. But fuck he could not resist a hot chick covered in blood. “Cause of this,” He huffed, smashing his lips into yours. You were surprised to find yourself kissing him back, clashes of teeth ensuing more than a traditional kiss. His large hands helped you onto the counter, the pale killer wedging himself between your legs.

You wrapped your arms around Jeff’s neck, bringing him closer. You both were willingly jeopardizing the mission, all for a sweet release. Because you both knew deep down that you both were the same, cut from the same cloth. Jeff’s hands slid up your thighs, reaching for the hem of your scrubs. Your lips refusing to stray from his, awkwardly lifting your hips to help him take them off. Jeff’s tongue slid into your mouth, the faint taste of a monster energy drink dancing across your tongue. Jeff was quick to pull down your pants and panties, leaving you completely exposed.

“We don’t have much time,” You panted into his lips, nibbling on his bottom lip. Your hands reached for his pants, fiddling with the belt. Jeff rubbed two fingers up and down your slick, sickly satisfied with how wet you were for him. “You’re fucking drenched. I knew your slutty ass wanted me,” He snickered. You glared up at him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Without thinking you raised an open hand, slapping Jeff across the cheek. The stinging electrified him, his cock throbbing with a more intense desire.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” He seethed, shoving two fingers inside of you. You let out a groan, your hand slithering down to your clit. “Who are you supposed to be pretending to be now? Ben?” You asked, relishing in the sight of his pale cheek turning pink. He curled his long fingers inside of you, your eyes fluttering shut as you moaned. “You greedy bitch, pay attention,” Jeff growled. His spare hand flew to your throat, harshly gripping at the sides. Your eyes burst open, meeting his dark orbs. “Thats it, look at me as I ruin you,” Jeff ordered.

You began drawing quick circles around your clit, biting your inner lip. “You gonna make me cum or just keep talking?” You huffed, grinning as his grip on your neck tightened. Jeff continued finger fucking you, your groans music to his ears. “You sick bitch. You like me choking you, huh?” He taunted. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your orgasm threatening to wash over you. Jeff could sense so too, releasing your throat and yanking away your hand from your clit. His fingers emerged from your cunt, just as you were teetering on the edge of cumming.

“You fucking asshole, fuck you,” You seethed. You spat in his face, your saliva coating the same cheek you slapped. Jeff picked you up off of the counter, slamming you against the closest wall. Aggressively he pulled down his pants and boxers, his lips meeting yours again. For such a prick he was intoxicating, his lips working wonders against yours. “Be patient for once you brat. You’re gonna cum on my cock like a good whore should,” Jeff grumbled, rubbing his shaft up and down your slick. He forcefully shoved himself inside of you, your body splitting in half as his dick bottomed out inside of you.

You gripped his blood stained hoodie, your palms covered in the liquid you could never escape. You swallowed as you screwed your eyes shut, attempting to adjust. Your body was tense and still, your breathing heavy. You expected Jeff to be a prick and move, ramming into you the way he wanted to. But he didn’t, his eyes watching you intently. Slowly and unsurely he grabbed your chin, forcing your head towards. His touch seemed too caring to be real, his lips working against yours again. Your body slowly relaxed, his lips bringing you ease.

Jeff hadn’t expected you to be overly experienced, your walls squeezing him like you were a virgin. An uneasy silence flooded between you to as you fully adjusted, your eyes fluttering open. “Jeff, move,” You ordered weakly, straying away from his heroin laced lips. The pale killer wanted to deny you, to make you beg for him. But as your victims blood pooled at his shoes once more, he knew he didn’t have time for that. He began moving quickly, his thrust rough and reckless. His cock abused your g spot just like his words abused your sanity.

“You’re bigger than I thought you’d be,” You huffed, unable to stop yourself from insulting the man who was providing you euphoric pleasure. Jeff laughed dryly, burying himself in the crook of your neck. “You’re tighter than I thought you’d be. I thought you’d be so desperate as to let EJ fuck you and stretch out this cunt of yours,” He rambled, jealousy ensuing. He hated how well you got along with EJ. He hated how seeing you laugh with him made him feel. He didn’t understand it. That nagging feeling. He couldn’t understand it. He didn’t want to understand it.

You licked your lips as you tried to contain your sinful noises, Jeffs name finally straying from your lips as he abused your cunt. “Thats it, moan my fucking name,” He praised, a sick satisfaction making his hips snap into you faster. His breath was hot against your neck, the twisted fucker licking the side of your neck. The taste of sweat and blood was intoxicating to him, the killer only more turned on by the taste. You could feel yourself finally close to the finish line, your hands combing into Jeff’s shaggy ash black hair.

“Fuck, right there. Please don’t stop,” You whined, unable to stop the plea from falling off of your lips. Who was Jeff to deny you of that? Your walls spasmed around him as you came, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Jeff came with a grunt, huffing into your neck as his warm seed flooded your cunt. You both were frozen for a moment, the realization of what had just happened washing over you. You shoved Jeff’s chest, pushing him away from you. The pale killer backed away, removing himself from your cunt.

He watched as you shoved your clothes back on, grabbing the trash bag.

“Get dressed bitch boy, we have a mission to finish.”

[coeurify]

perfect girl | ellie williams.

tlou2 ellie williams x fem!reader. college modern au universe. word count 6.8k. proofread barely. part two here

ellie is the most known dealer on campus, and reader is a stuck up, bitchy, sorority girl. somehow ending up near each other at every party, despite constant fighting. this party is no different, at first

this is smut, 18+ only. included use of pet names, mean!ellie, mean!reader, name calling.. fingering r!receiving.. etc. its a bit filthy. i wrote when high

Honestly, you hated frat parties. The loud music, the humid air and noisy college students that all reaked of jungle juice and sweat. None of it appealed to you— you always left feeling dirty and with a headache. But being in the university’s biggest sorority meant it was sort of a needed appearance.

Even now, when you were stressed beyond belief over the three different exams on monday morning. You had still been dragged out by your sorority sisters with the promise of a great party.

It never was great though. Never.

Usually you found yourself shoo-ing off shirtless frat boys advances, cup in your hand that had a bit too much cheap vodka and too little juice. If you had to deal with these things, you may as well be tipsy enough for it.

Though, the alcohol never made you any less in control of yourself. Control was what you valued most, being able to easily keep yourself in check. Making sure your well taken care of clothes never crinkled, ensuring no piece of hair was out of place. This in turn usually meant you took the role of watching over your sorority sisters. Eyeing any boys who got too touchy when they were drunk, snapping at frat guys when they didn’t take a hint. cleaning their face of tears or sweat, reapplying their mascara or lip gloss when they couldn’t. Holding their drinks with your perfectly manicured hands when they needed to pee.

You didn’t judge them for how they acted, you knew they were just having fun. Sometimes you wish you could let go like that too, join in on their dances.. giggle loudly and flirt with boys with drunken courage. But you never did. You probably wouldn’t tonight, even when your friend Dina had taken the role of sober one of the group so you could try and have fun. You still just stood straight up and watched on.

You were untouchable, everyone knew it. You saw the way boys looked at you— like they were falling over themselves just for a chance you might talk to them. Girls whispered about you, whether it be good or bad.. you didn’t exactly care. You had been called a prissy bitch one too many times to truly give a shit what other twenty somethings had to say about your attitude. You enjoyed being something no one could reach. It made you feel powerful. You rarely gave anyone that wasn’t your friends the time of day at these things, and god did it drive people crazy.

You always positioned yourself somewhere like the drink table at every party, watching on as if it was a live show for you to consume. In some ways it was.. you were always a watcher, never involved. So looking on was usually your only source of fun at these things.

Tonight was no different— eyes steady on the large group of people dancing, more so falling over each other, in the center of the room. It was grossly humid, and the flashing lights hurt your eyes. Everyone was pressed too close together— far too big of a crowd for this tiny off campus fraternity.

You found a more open place between the scratchy and old couch and the pop up plastic table. It held half empty bottles and a punch bowl full of some concoction that made you shake your head at girls when they tried to take a cup.

You stand stiffly against the wall— refusing to sit, let alone lean against the couch next to you. You didn't even want to imagine how disgusting it was.. swearing it was a lighter shade of grey last time you were here. This choice of station however was opening yourself up to a night of pure torture from a particular presence that seemed to haunt every. fucking. frat party.

Ellie Williams. Right on cue she walked over, ignoring you as she plopped down onto the couch with a few of the frat boys. She opens a little bag and turns in to face them. Of course. Obviously the stoners would choose the couch as their designated spot for the night.

Even if she had not acknowledged you, you already were burning with annoyance. The orange lighting currently overhead painted you the same color your insides felt. A growing flame, dull and orange in the pit of your stomach.

Ellie was a usual attendee at these parties. But not with a group of friends or some sorority like a normal person. No, Ellie was the chosen dealer for most fraternities of the university.. meaning she almost always showed up to smoke and give out to stingy college students.

But god, you could not understand what made her the choice for these people. You found her utterly obnoxious. She was loud— had the mouth of a sailor, and was always making god awful jokes. She had no shame— outwardly talking to whoever she wanted however she wanted, flirting with girls no matter the situation. Because Ellie also referred to sit out on the side of the parties, it meant you unfortunately spent a lot of time around her. You heard every stupid joke, smelt every gross joint, watched every girl swoon over her atrocious flirting. It was miserable really.

And god did she love to annoy you. It was too easy. She had discovered that at the start of last spring semester, and since then, almost a year ago, had made it a fun game for her. It became routine — and you swore she did it on purpose. Found somewhere close to you, invaded your space, and made the party even worse. Ellie would never admit that though.

Tonight wasn’t different. You couldn’t avoid your eyes drifting to where she was collecting cash from a few frat guys, loudly laughing and making jokes about some Jurassic Park movie that a frat guy promised to put on the projector later.

“Nah, the second one is way better!” The frat boy, Josh from Sigma something-something (you didnt care to remember the names) argued.

Ellie quickly shook her head, and you noticed she was wearing that messy half up half down hairstyle you once told her looked dumb. “You fucking idiot, the first is way better! It's iconic and so are the dinosaurs in it!” she fights back, lightheartedly shoving Josh’s arm.

God, did she have to be so loud? It was already loud enough with the shitty music playing. You tuned out the rest of the conversation.. or attempted to. Ellie’s laugh made its way up and over the beat of the song playing. You looked over again, watching the way her head fell back. Even from here you could see the freckles on her face. The low colorful flashing lights of the room made them hard to see sometimes, though. Not that you cared.

Eventually, Josh and the three other boys got up and moved away from the couch— emptying the line of sight from you to Ellie. She caught your gaze before you could look away, and smiled that stupid cocky smile she always did.

“Need somethin’ princess?” Ellie questioned as she scooted to the seat closest to the edge you stood closest to. The name made you clench your fist tightly around the cup in your hands. She had adopted this nickname for you after commenting about 1200 times how you dressed and acted at these parties. ‘Stuck up princess’ she had called you after one particular comment. It stuck after that.

“Nope,” you popped the P, sipping at the vodka in your cup and refusing to meet her eyes again.

“You were staring.”

“Was not, you got my attention by being obnoxiously loud,” you bit back.

Ellie held her hands up in surrender, “Whatever you say.”

You scoffed, turning your nose up and looking at the center of the party again. Mentally you counted your friend group and where they all were in the crowd. One finger came to press a strand of hair back into your hairdo, and then press a hand to smooth your shirt. You just wanted to get through the next hour or two and get home to study.

You can hear the flick of a lighter next to you, and bite back a sigh. Ellie had been sitting here all of five minutes and had already resorted to smoking. Unsurprisingly.

When the smell soon invades the small space between you, and that flame of annoyance in your belly grows to a small blaze.

At first you ignore it, sniffing and rubbing your nose like it would make the smell disappear. You glance around the room, eyeing some particularly loud and annoying men who were whooping and hollering. Soon though, the smell became too much. You turned to face the couch.

“Ugh,” you make a noise of disgust, loud enough for Ellie to turn her head to you. You pair the sound with a (very dramatic) scrunched up nose. “You smell horrible.”

Ellie smiles in a lazy sort of way, legs spread comfortably on the couch and head leaned slightly to look at you. She makes it a point to blow the next puff from the joint straight at you— enjoying the way your hands come to swat away the smoke like it was poison. “S’ just weed princess.. can't hurt you.”

Your arms cross, and Ellie watches as they press against the pretty baby blue lace shirt you're wearing.. too clean, too soft for a party like this. “It can make me stink though, like I already pointed out. Some of us care about things like personal hygiene, Williams,” you argue, to which she whistles, adding a quiet, “damn, low blow..”

She sits up straighter, leaning forward to inspect you. Seeing the pretty skirt that falls to your mid thigh— Ellie doesn’t doubt even for a moment that the white fabric caught lingering stares of every horny drunk college boy in the room when you walked in with your group.

But here you were, choosing to insult her instead of entertaining a single one of them.

“What's the reason for stick up your ass tonight?” She asks, making your eyes roll.

“Oh screw you, I’m acting perfectly reasonably.”

Ellie actually laughed at that, loudly enough to make you turn your head in embarrassment. “The way you act with me is never reasonable actually, but tonight is extra bad. You look stiffer and didn’t even attempt to be civil.”

It annoyed you even more that she noticed the stress radiating off of you so easily. She always could— it made her even better at pulling on the threads of you that made you most annoyed. She knew how to get a rise out of you.

“It's absolutely none of your business, Ellie,” you snap. Maybe it was a little harsh for such a simple question, but the auburn haired girl beside you got that out of you easily.

“God, would it kill you to be a little less bitchy for one night?” her green eyes narrowed in at you and she took another puff of the joint. Your eyes followed as she tilted her head up to the ceiling to blow out the smoke.

“Fuck you,” you mumble.

“Fuck you too, princess.”

There's a moment of heavy silence between the two of you, lights flashing now between a deep blue and green. The toe of your shoe tapped into the wood of the floor, the repeated motion serving as a distraction from the annoyance that Ellie caused. Your mind falls back to the exams you have to study for tonight.

The distraction quickly ends when the voice you had come to recognize anywhere popped up again. “Can you chill out? I can hear your shoe tapping from here.”

You huff, biting the inside of your cheek. “Can you shut the hell up? Go back to your joint and leave me alone.”

Ellie just scoffs, mumbling something about you needing the smoke more than her.

You ignore it, but can't deny how your mind wanders to the comment. What would it be like to smoke? Would it take the edge off like everyone said? You had only tried once or twice before.. both at a small get together where you ended up having to sober up quickly to care for your drunken friends.

“Seriously,” Ellie says a bit louder. “Come sit and have a smoke.”

“Excuse me?” you look at her like she had suggested the two of you take your clothes off mid party. Or she had suddenly grown two heads. It would offend her, the clear disgust— if she didn’t know you so well.

“There's a huge group of drunk guys walking over right now-“ she pointed with one of her fingers to where they were passing some game of beer pong. “If you stay there you’ll just get more pissed off and strung up when they bump into you and shit.”

You eye the group, slightly annoyed that Ellie was again right about how you would react. You glance then at the couch, at the weird dark stain and uncomfortable looking material. “I'm not smoking. But if you want me to sit? Take off your sweatshirt.”

Now it was Ellie’s turn to ask, “Excuse me?”

You make a face at her, pointing to the gross couch. “I’m not sitting on that nasty couch. If you want me to sit? take off your sweatshirt and let me use that.”

You know it's a bratty request, and neither you or Ellie look away from each other for a moment, not knowing who was going to make the first move. You almost regret it, and then Ellie reaches to the bottom of her sweatshirt.

It sends some sort of shockwave through you when she pulls the material over her head. You convince yourself it's because you feel like you have won, gotten your way over the girl you hated. Definitely not because her undershirt rode up for a moment, or that her sleeve tattoo was now on display.

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” she says in a exasperated tone, but still lays the sweatshirt across the seat on next to her on the couch.

You smile sarcastically, “Mhm, thanks,” you move to the front of the couch, holding your skirt down as you sit on top of her sweater and press forward, sitting straight up so the back of your shirt doesn't hit the couch. You felt Ellie’s eyes on you, on the very large gap between you. “I can't infect you with something you know?” the auburn haired girl says a bit slowly.

“Haven’t I said it a million times? You smell bad.”

Ellie’s lip quirk into a smile and she doesn’t reply, placing the joint between her lips again and lighting it for another drag.

Just like she described, the group of college boys clambered over to the drink table, invading the corner you were just standing in to shout loudly and put the bottles wildly into cups. You cringe, shifting in your seat. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were glad Ellie had asked you to sit now.

The two of you didn’t talk, for a moment you watch Ellie’s freckled cheeks suck in slightly as she takes a drag, and watch her lips part to blow it out. Unable to tear your eyes away until a new voice comes from in front of you.

“Hey, Y/N right?” Ellie glances up for a split second before going back to looking uninterested in the boy trying to start conversation with you.

“Yep,” you answer plainly as you look at him. You recognized him in a blurry sort of way. His name started with an L… Lucas.. Leo.. La-

“Im Liam, from the last party,” he explains before you finish your train of thought. “Right, Liam.”

Liam bounces a bit on his heels, which embarrasses you. You fight the urge to curl your lip at the sight. “I was wondering if you wanted to go chill with a few of my friends and girls from your sorority upstairs? We’re gonna smoke and play games like seven minutes in heaven.”

Beside you it feels like someone has stiffened, but you ignore it. You let your face drop to look even more uninterested. “Seven minutes in heaven? Really? What are we? Fifteen?”

Liam flushes, clearing his throat to talk again. You just shake your head to stop him. “I don't smoke either so no thank you, Liam. Im good.”

The boy slumps a little. “Right. Maybe next time,” and then he turns on his heel and walks off.. looking like a dog with its tail between their legs.

Ellie chuckles, making that fire come back to your belly. You turn quickly— eyeing her. “What's funny, Williams?”

“He totally wanted to fuck you,” Ellie shrugs, watching until Liam disappears up the stairs.

You try to ignore the heat creeping up your neck, picking at your painted nails to keep the blush from reaching your cheeks. “Fuck off.”

“Trust me, I know these guys. Every party one of them tries to get in your pants, and you turn them down every single time.”

Ellie looks smug as she says it— and you want to wipe the look off her fucking face. Acting like she knew something, like she could tell you more about what was happening than you could.

“You don’t know shit Ellie,” you argue, unable to bite back the slightly misplaced anger anymore, leaning forward. “Why do you even care? Are you obsessed with me or something? Not everyone wants to fuck everything that walks.”

The words have a bite to them, bitter on your tongue. Your chest’s rise and fall is speeding up as you finish speaking. You watch as Ellie’s eyes get darker in the light, the flashing lights stop into a solid red as some song with the color name begins.

“And why do you care who I fuck? hm? Maybe you do need to get laid by one of those guy’s falling all over you. Might make you a little less of a strung up bitch,” Ellie’s voice is harder now, aiming to displease you more so than before.

It works, the flame in you spilling over to a whole fucking house fire at the comment. Your hand instinctively grips your cup, reaches forward and dumps it all over Ellie’s chest.

Silence follows, and you immediately regret it.. knowing you took it too far. This quiet is uncomfortable enough to make you squirm, pressing further away from the wet patch growing on the cushion. Ellie looks at her shirt, very slowly raising her head to look dead at you.

“Get up.” It's not a question when she says it, harsher tone than she had ever used with you.

For once, you don’t immediately bite back. “Wha-“

“Get up. You just fucking dumped your drink on me, you can help me fix it,” Ellie demands again. She puts out the joint on the table nearby, messy enough to make you cringe.

You can't tell how red her face is because of the lights.. but you are sure she is fuming. The way she is stiff and slow with her movements to stand a clue enough.

That’s why you don't fight to scramble to your feet after her when she starts walking. Your fingers grip at the sweatshirt under you, holding it in your hand as she pushes past people to get to a room nearby. You follow quickly behind— watching curious eyes follow you chasing after the other. The red lights hide the growing blush on your cheeks, the music pounding in tandem with your heart.

When she pushes open a door, you squeeze in quickly after her.

Ellie’s tattooed arm reaches to the side of you where the doorknob is, and her fingers move to lock it. You swallow at the proximity, ducking away quickly.

She doesn’t speak as she peels the now wet shirt from her frame— throwing it on the floor near the bed. Your eyes don't look away as she does so. In fact, you can’t tear them away.

Her body is toned, more so than you would have expected. Not that you thought of her shirtless before or anything. Her fingers ghost gently over her own skin, wiping any extra wetness. Your pupils follow the way the digits move.

What doesn’t surprise you however, is the sports bra that lays beneath the shirt. It's snug against her skin, and you watch as she tugs it back into the right place. You watch her breathe, heavy and unsteady, a clear sign she is not exactly calm at the moment.

“You are such a fucking brat, you know that?” Her blazing eyes meet your own— and you almost shrink. This Ellie.. She was different. You are no longer burning with the anger her face usually ignites in you. No, this fire is all different.

“Oh cat got your tongue now, princess? for once you don't have a stuck up comment to make hm?” She steps closer to you, looking down to where her sweatshirt hangs from your fingertips.

“Put my sweatshirt back on me.”

The words make your mouth go slack, finally mustering up the courage to speak. “Fuck off, Ellie.”

“Im serious,” her hair is more messy now, strands falling in front of her face as she stares at you. “You made me take it off for you, so now you can put it back on me. Fair is fair, princess.”

“You can’t be serious,” you scoff, shaking your head at the suggestion.

“You do it or I go out there, tell the frat hosting that you’re a crazy bitch who spilt her drink on me. You and your sorority sisters would get blacklisted from every party before those pretty eyelashes could even blink.”

It's a threat. A threat to your power, the social standing within your group and the general university. A threat to your ego as a whole, the thought you would be the cause of something like that. It also was a quick reminder that no matter what you said to her at these parties, she was the one with the power. You could insult and poke at her all you wanted.. but Ellie was the one with half of the people out in that room down the hallway wrapped around her finger. Her.. business determined that.

You purse your lips, meeting the green eyes staring at you again. It's another fight for power. Seeing who will crack under the tension first. You find yourself noticing the freckles that dust her face again, and a small red mark on her cheek you had not really paid attention to before. Your heart hammers against your ribcage, and you look away in defeat.

Ellie knows she won, stepping even closer to you, enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of her. It does something to you that you wouldn’t like to admit, your knees going ever so slightly weak. She pushes a fallen strand of auburn hair back behind her ear while waiting for your next move.

It comes a second later, shuffling the sweatshirt in your hand to the right position, leaning forward to push the hoodie part over Ellie’s head, fingers shaking when they brush against her bare shoulder. You can't admit to yourself that it isn’t because of some annoyance that you were reacting like this. She helps a bit when you drag the sweatshirt down her chest by pushing her arms through the sleeves.

When it's finished, you both linger for a moment, your nails still near her waistline. It only ends when she steps back, gaze still set on you.

“You gonna say sorry?” she asks, eyebrow raising expectantly.

You shake your head. “Fuck. Off.”

Ellie tsks, watching your every movement. She didn’t ignore how your eyes had been all over her tonight, how you couldn’t look away when her shirt was off. And god, what would be a better way to win whatever this was than taking what she wanted from you.

“Cmon, you know I was right about what I said,” she steps around you and then forward, smiling as you continue to back away everytime she gets closer. when the back of your leg hits the bed, you stop. “You do need to get fucked, might make you a little less miserable to be around.”

Her voice has fallen more quiet, a little something new to the way she spoke.

“But you don’t want one of those dicks outside to do it, do you?” it's accusatory when it's said, enough to make you realize where this conversation was going.

God, you would never admit it out loud. not even to yourself. Everytime you avoided a guy’s advance to instead bicker with Ellie all night. The times you insulted her about something because it made you warm all over, like a certain hairstyle or shirt. You blamed her a lot for annoying you, for those jokes she makes— for how she bothers you. But in honesty, you just hated that you couldn’t look away. Not from her face, her hands, the way she smokes, or spreads her legs open when she sits. It’s absolutely infuriating how much you think of her. But you had always kept it deep enough to not think about it until she brought it up herself.

“No, that's why you always turn them down.. why you always look at me after you do. God, you don't even realize it do you?” A shocked sort of chuckle escaped her lips, like she couldn’t believe this realization either. Her finger moves to a strand of your hair that must have fallen while you chased after her.

“You want me. You want me to fuck you, don’t you princess? That's why you are always such a little priss, isn't it. Get you so hot and bothered you just can't help but be mean?”

When you don't answer, Ellie reaches forward quickly to grab your wrist, gaining your attention. “Answer me.”

“No- I don’t fucking want you Ellie,” you choke it out, like it burned your throat to say. It was worse than a shot of whatever they had outside this door.

“If you don’t want me, then walk away right now. But this is your only chance. No more after this. You can't get one of those asshole frat guys instead. No more entertaining the little arguments you start. No more ignoring when you stare at m-“

You can't even let her finish her words before you crash forward, meeting her lips in an immediately messy kiss. She swears against your lips before dropping your wrist, arms instead moving to your hips, pressing you flush against her body. You want to pull away, regain the control you so desperately cling to— want to run off and out of the party.

But once the kiss deepens, once her tongue swipes against your lips.. you’re a goner.

You whimper when she bites your bottom lip harshly, and she swallows the sound with another burning kiss. You pull her to fall back onto the bed with you, and she immediately manhandles you further onto the bed, taking position over you and not apologizing when your head slams roughly into the headboard.

“Asshole,” you whine, she digs her fingers into your hip to shut you up as her teeth drag down to your neck, wet kisses and small bites pressing there until she finds the spot that makes you shiver, hand slapping against her arm, pretty nails pressing into the skin.

She bites harder, pulling a louder yell from you. She then sucks over the spot, soothing it with another swipe of her tongue. The throbbing feeling will no doubt result in a mark— and Ellie seems to know exactly that.

“Everyone’s gonna know,” she mumbles against your skin as she sucks another spot, controlling your hips with one hand when they try to buck up.

“All those other girls are gonna know when you wake up with these littered all over your neck tomorrow-“ another bite. “Gonna know what happened, what the perfect little sorority girl did with me.”

The comment draws another noise from you, and the heat pools between your legs, embarrassingly turned on by the thought of that humiliation sure to follow walking out of this room later. You can feel your panties going damp when she doesn’t let up the assault on your neck and collarbone.

You can smell the weed on her when her head dips closer to you again, and for once you don’t mind it. You meet her lips, shaky hand still gripping at the inked skin of her arm.

She's so controlled in her movements, enjoying how you are already a squirmy mess, enjoying how she has control. It's nothing like the Ellie she was in public, loud and joking. No, she was completely serious and calculated with every single swipe of her finger, every movement of her lips. One hand roughly goes to your chest, pushing up your shirt above your breasts, not bothering to even do the kindness of taking it off all the way.

“Mm, no bra?” Ellie questions mockingly, pulling back from your wet lips— acting like she hadn’t noticed the lack of one the moment you turned to face her at this damn party.

You shake your head, reduced to little words.

Ellie watches you carefully, at your puffy lips, at the way your perfect hair is now falling in chunks against the pillow. God, what a sight. You, untouchable and pristine.. reduced to being fucked on a stranger’s bed in a frat house. By her.

“Want me to touch you here?” she questions, fingers ghosting over your nipples.. smiling when they pebble at the softest touch. Your back arches, searching for more skin to skin as you nod quickly.

“Nuh Uh- words, princess, need you to say it.”

You glance at her, one side of you fighting against this feeling of submission you can feel yourself falling into. In an act of defiance, your hand comes up and over her larger one, pressing it down against the skin of your breast, breathing out a moan instead of answering her question.

This however was a bad idea, and she immediately pulls completely back, quick to grab your face harshly between her palm. “You fucking brat,” Ellie seeths, your lips pressing open just slightly at how hard she is pressing her hand. The roughness only makes you wetter, and you attempt to squeeze your thighs together for some sort of friction.. but Ellie is faster, slotting a knee in between your legs as she looks down at you, free arm holding herself up.

“No, you don’t get anything from me, no relief for that throbbing feeling you have im sure,” she says it so cockily that you think you may melt into the sheets beneath you. “Not till you admit you want me. Admit you want me to touch you.”

Your face burns a bright red, angry and embarrassed at the same time. You tried to avoid this admittance, ready to die on the hill to protect your already bruised ego.

But then Ellie moves her knee slightly, a shock goes straight through your core. Even the smallest movement had you trying to push down against her needily. She squeezes your face harder. “Just say it, I can make you feel so much better if you just admit it.”

The line your dignity was tiptoeing on is fraying, taken over by the bowling ball amount of weight from the desire in your stomach. The second her knee moves again, the string breaks.

“Please,” you beg, watching as Ellie’s eyes light up at the words, “Ellie I want you to touch me.”

Ellie smiles, reveling in how embarrassed you look. “Where baby?”

You suck in a breath, too far gone to keep fighting, “my pussy, please, please Ellie.. need you to.”

You’re squirming all over now, whining and feeling your throat tighten. Your lip gloss is all over your (and Ellie’s for that matter) chin, and your shirt is still just pushed over your chest. It makes Ellie shake her head. “God, you look pathetic. What happened to you hm? Where’s that put together girl you love to brag about being?”

Any words to snap back die in your throat, her mean tone is making your mind too foggy. The way you are totally at the mercy of her body, of the way she talks to you.. It’s addicting. The feeling of letting go of that control and power you hold so tightly onto.. It's almost as good as the sensation of her knee starting to move more regularly against your center.

“You look like a whore,” she laughed meanly. You are sure it’s true, your skirt is falling down, your hair has snapped out of its tie. Her hand lets go of your chin, and you move your mouth slightly at the soreness. The freedom is short- lived however, and two fingers are tapping your cheek soon after.

“Open,” Ellie says, smiling when you do so immediately. “See, it's not hard to be a good girl.”

She sinks the two fingers into your waiting mouth, one quick demand to, “Suck,” is all you need to close your mouth around them.

You aren’t careful about it, drool seeping out the corner of your mouth when she starts thrusting the fingers in and out slightly, watching in amusement as she curls her long fingers slightly, making you gag. “So fucking messy,” she mumbles.

Her pupils are just as blown out as yours when she speaks again, pulling her fingers out after deeming they were wet enough. A line of spit follows, connecting to your lips.

She wipes the excess across your face, furthering that deep embarrassment that builds in you. “‘m gonna fuck you now, princess.”

She says it as she makes you sit up with her on the bed, arm pulling to set you up how she wanted, knees tucked under your thighs on each side of her lap. You let her push and tug you around— fully dumbed out for her at this point. Desperate for some relief.

her fingers play with your skirt for a moment, and you both watch intently as they disappear under it. You push into her, earning a quick look. “Be good,” the girl demands.

You stop your movements, mumbling something Ellie can't understand. The pad of her finger slides over your clothed slit— humming at the wet feeling.

“You’re fucking soaked,” she shook her head, “All from what? Cause I was mean to you? Just from my knee, baby? How pathetic.”

Another whine rips from your throat, head falling to her shoulder. She shrugs it to force your head up again. “Want ya to look at me while I do this,” she explains— green eyes now mostly black as they meet your own. You nod, trying to please her enough for the next move.

“Atta girl..” she praises.

Your panties are pushed to the side as she sinks a singular finger into you— both of you moaning at the feeling. You’re so warm and tight around her that she gets dizzy, a warmth pooling in between her own legs. But tonight, It was about you. It was about proving who had the control here.. who could make you feel so good.

“Fuck,” you blubber, not getting a chance to savor the feeling before shes moving it in and out quickly, and then she is adding another finger.. and a minute after that, another. It's stretching you so well, so perfectly that you swear you could come right there. But you don’t, eyes set on her own— a hard look on her face as she watches your reactions. She leans closer, wanting to hear every little breath, every whimper.

“What would they think, hm?” Ellie huffs, pressing further into you. “All those frat boys who eye you up at every party,” she adds with a particularly hard thrust. “What do you think they would say if they found out it was me you got up that pretty little skirt first?” She whispers against your ear. Each word is emphasized with a press of her fingers, each rougher.. deeper, than the last.

You can feel your cheeks burning, and you blink away the tears welling in your eyes. You can't help the reaction— it's too much. She’s too much. The feeling is stealing all coherent words and thoughts from your mind— making you a teary and whining mess.

It made a fire flick in Ellie’s lower stomach— knowing she was the cause of pristine, pretty, perfect you— looking so messy. So fucked out. All from just her fingers. From her words.

“Too dumb to answer?” she teases, “too drunk on my fingers to even say anything?”

You shake your head like it isn’t true, and she slows her hand. You shake, trying to thrust yourself down onto them.

“Tell me then princess, tell me none of them could fuck you like this. No one could get you this fucking pathetic other than me.”

Fat tears are rolling down your cheeks now, lip quivering as you search for more friction. “Please, please el,” you cry, “No one else no one else, just you-“

All of your words slur together, and your nails dig into Ellie’s shoulder enough to make her hiss. The answer seems good enough, and she resumes her quick and harsh movements, fingers curling to hit that spot that made your mouth fall open, tears dripping past your lips.

“Fuck yea, only me,” she groans, your words pushing her to make you come even more now, thumb rubbing against your clit. It coaxes downright pornographic noises from you. Ones that someone had to have heard. You don’t give a fuck though, not right now.

“M’ gonna come,” you whine, face falling to Ellie’s shoulder again, pressing your nose into the crook of her neck. This time Ellie allows it— too focused on the wet sounds of her fingers moving in and out of you under the now ruined skirt.

“Alright baby, you can come,” Ellie coos— finally showing a bit of kindness to you as you clench around her fingers. “Come for me, princess.”

The cord in your stomach snaps, and you have to bite at Ellie’s neck to stop from screaming. The orgasm hits you like a fucking train, shaking harshly.

Ellie works you through it, mumbling compliments against you. “So pretty, so messy and perfect for me,” she hums. When she is sure you have calmed down enough, she slowly pulls her fingers out, and then lays you back against the bed. You sink into the mattress, cheeks red and wet with tears. She admires you, messy fingers pressing to her own lips to get a taste. The flavor of you, god Ellie thinks she may be addicted. She sucks her fingers clean and for a moment debates ringing another orgasm out of you with her tongue. But the look on your face, how tired you look.. she decides to save it for another time.

For now she stands, searching around until she finds the attached bathroom, disappearing into it.

Your eyes search for her, feeling needy. “El-“ you whimper.

“I'm just getting a rag to clean you up baby,” she explains from the open door— and you relax when she walks back out with a warm small rag.

She joined you back on the bed, coaxing your legs open as she very carefully cleans you off. The friction makes more tears drop from your eyes.

“Aw princess,” she pouts— wiping with her other hand to get the tears off of your cheek and drool off your chin. “So pathetic looking.. so pretty.”

The switch between praise and degradation makes you dizzy again, eyes closing for a second.

When shes done cleaning you up, you grab her wrist when she tries to stand. “ w’nna make you feel good el,” you beg. It takes Ellie a moment to match your whiny voice to that of the girl she knew outside of this bedroom, but when she comes back to reality— she shakes her head.

“Later baby, promise. You’re too tired, wanna get you back to your place.”

The promise to not just abandon after this makes your heart twist in your chest, that cold front that Ellie put on while fucking you straying away now.

You nod, letting Ellie help you sit up.

“Ready to walk through that door?” she asks, quirking an eyebrow.

A tired laugh bubbles in your throat just at the thought, cheeks hot all over again.

“Yea. Yea, I’ll just say we got into a fist fight.”

“Fucking brat.”

[sixstepsaway]

so here's the thing

i've seen a bunch of people say on twitter and stuff how... ed's behavior is very abusive and his anger is dangerous and he isn't romantic lead material because of it

and i get where they're coming from

but to me the main issue isn't putting ed in the position of a romantic lead, but not crafting the narrative around his characterization so that it allows for a spicy romantic pirates-in-love narrative instead of...whatever this is.

i'm going to try and explain this. idk if i'll do well but i'll try

the way she show presents stede is as an innocent baby who isn't really equipped for pirate life. he goes into a fugue/disassociative state whenever there's any real violence, apparently, and needs protecting by other characters when things get too rough - for example when ed is telling ned lowe not to take the poker to stede.

that's fine! it's honestly adorable to see a masc character being so soft around the edges and being protected by other characters this way.

(i'm not going to touch on stede's... eh... not great characterization this season rn)

then there's izzy, who is shown as a bit violent, a bit rough around the edges. he's more likely to draw a sword or throw a punch or hit someone with a chair or take a punch like a champ. violence is just part of life for him and that's okay, it just Is, from small things like smacking stede on the ass to bigger things like being wall slammed, it's not all that big or bad for violence to happen around and with him, he tends to give as good as he gets (there's some nuance here but i'm talking the macro themes not the micro of what izzy does vs is done to him)

and finally there's ed

ed is presented as violent (stabbing knives at guys, telling fang to use the snail fork etc) and used to a life of violence, and then in season 2 he's presented as really violent, his anger coming out in dangerous and terrifying ways

and frankly, i'd be super into it if he and izzy were the main ship and that twisted dynamic from the first two episodes of s2 was explored and fleshed out into something deeper

friends to enemies to lovers who fight and fuck. angry pirates who lay hands on each other, who break the whole ship with each other in the heat of passion.

except instead, s2 gives us... abuse. it gives us izzy cringing and lowering his head and trying to protect the kids crew from ed's angry outbursts.

so when stede comes back and he's still soft around the edges and ed headbutts him and it's deliberate, it's... not a great look, and the vibes are a bit skewed

if stede fought back, if when ed struck out at him he struck back, if they fought rather than it being one-sided, if it was friends to enemies to lovers and not presented as healthy, but maybe they can work their way there, who knows, maybe even more like anne bonnie and mary read because hey, they were doing something very similar?

except they were both into it. they were both enjoying the fighting and the fucking and the burning down the house.

stede's not enjoying it.

i cannot describe how much i hate this sequence just because of the way stede flinches

anne and mary don't!! mary jumps at the unexpected bang but she doesnt flinch, she doesn't cover her face like she thinks the vase will be coming for her not the wall and anne? looks so into it

and the thing is that in real life, no, you don't want to date someone who throws shit around, or headbutts you

but in fiction when it's two fucked up people doing this shit together like anne and mary?

that can be fun.

but instead what we've been given is stede flinching and apologizing to ed and then all of ed's...what, semi-redemption???? is done away from the other collection of people he abused, and then he spends some time on a fishing boat wearing a dog collar and everything is fine because he's good now and won't be doing anything bad ever again

and it's just... poor writing. the vibes are rancid.

i spent a really big chunk of time between s1 and s2 defending ed. i kept saying how what he did to izzy by making him eat his toe wasn't abuse, it was a one-off and abuse isn't a one-off thing it's a pattern, and then s2 made it a pattern.

explicitly. explicitly a pattern.

not just one toe but three.

jim saying "you're in an unhealthy relationship with blackbeard"

and all ed offered izzy was a "sorry about your leg" which might've been fine if izzy survived and they could work on this more, but instead that's all the apology and closure izzy will ever get

ed threw a chair and a vase and made stede flinch in fear and stede was right to do that. what part of any of this implies this will never happen again? that stede won't press the wrong button at some point and be on the receiving end? none of it

and if we'd been presented with a s2 stede bonnet who could handle himself and stand up for himself and fight back, then maybe i could imagine that turning into a weird sexy fucked up anne/mary like thing and maybe that could be why they put that episode in, but instead it feels like that episode was going, "look, see, ed's violence is fine because these two are fine with it with each other"

but stede isn't

ed and izzy or ed and stede in an unhealthy battle of a relationship could be such a fun, interesting and downright sexy thing to watch unfold on tv, and could honestly end somewhere far more down the chill end of the spectrum, but that's not what we've been given here

i cannot argue that ed isn't an abuser anymore, and not just of izzy but of the whole crew. he terrified frenchie.

it's not good writing to try and lean into the idea that ed and the pirates are violent and live a life of violence, so it's okay that ed's been violent, while simultaneously presenting his violence as traumatic and abusive, and then less than three episodes later saying oh it's fine now, he's just a little meow meow who can do no wrong, see?

especially considering they had him murdering people at the end of the season. and sure, you can say the english are just cannon fodder and they dont 'count', but they did before. ed explicitly did not kill before, and that included the english, or the spanish, or anyone else. so either they count or they don't, but flipping him on a dime makes no sense.

ALSO

having ed be the son of an abusive man who threw plates at his mother and made her cringe and then having ed kill his father to protect his mother and then a season later having ed become the kind of man who throws chairs and vases and makes his love interest cringe is, again, not bloody optimal

i want to say again i dont CARE about tv always presenting healthy relationships or tv always giving us aspirational goals. i want messy fucked up dynamics and terrible people making terrible choices, and still, to this day, i fucking love ed teach. i would honestly love to have seen them continue with ed's darkness and bring stede into it and see where they went with that, to have stede kill ned lowe and not just bury his feelings in ed but get off on it, enjoy the violence, and see where that led, but no

and so instead all we end up with is a protagonist who is being set up for a lifetime of abuse from an intimate partner, and a romantic lead who abuses his love interests (and yes. izzy is a love interest, he is set up like one and positioned like one and treated like one), frightens his love interests with his violence, is erratic and most of all inconsistently written. he was so sorry about scaring fang as though he hadn't been deliberately terrifying the whole crew for fuck knows how long? what?!

the whole fandom has spent so long saying, "no no, i know stede bonnet irl was a slave owner, but ofmd is using the names and not any real piracy, it's more disney piracy, you know? so that kind of stuff doesnt exist!" and then they flipped around and went "blackbeard is blackbeard and so he is evil and does all these horrible things" and i dont know how to rationalize the two sides of that because it feels so out of place

i'm getting rambly, this isnt a particularly well constructed thought process, i just feel like we were robbed both of a toxic, violent relationship that could be fun to see explored on tv and a soft and sweet love story between two middle aged men exploring their first loves in one fell swoop and there's no way for s3 to bring either of those things back because they got utterly torpedoed by making ed a horrible person

ugh

[siriusblacksbxtch]

I'm in love with your dean x male reader smuts- is there any way you could do a pretty extreme dom!dean sub!male reader with any combination (your choice) of the following kinks?: gun play, bondage, choking, knife/blood play, oral fixation, stalking/cnc/kidnapping, religious play, spit sexual fighting (like slapping, punching, etc.) , violence/gore, demon!dean, edging/teasing begging, sub not being able to form words, degrading and praise- and could you include specific terms? like pretty boy, good boy, kitty, slut, bitch, whore, dumb, and easy for the sub and for dean just simple stuff like sir, dean, stuff similar. I'm writing you a book I'm so sorry bjfjd I just have a really hard time finding male reader smut as good as yours that suit my kinks 😭😭 I also love a good sub!dean dom!male reader and the kinks and names I provided earlier would suit a fic like that too!! thank you sm for reading this NOVEL jdjsjs i hope you have a great day- aaaaand if you're not comfortable writing something with such extreme kinks I completely understand, I just thought I'd ask cause I love your work!! xoxo 💞💞💞

A/N: everybody kiss this requester on the mouth I demand it/ I wish I did better but I did what I could! I hope you still like it!

Pairings: Demon!Dean x male!reaader

Warnings: unholy, seriously.

Summary: Demon!Dean had been around for too long, and he looked much too like your boyfriend

You glared across the kitchen at the flannel wearing monster. Oh you hated him. Hated him bad, wearing your beautiful Dean’s face to be an absolute fucking psycho.

Sam had come to terms he’d be sticking around until they found a cure, but you couldn’t stomach it. It made you so goddamned mad.

Like right now in your own home glaring invisible lasers into his head as he sat across from Sam eating food like he was normal.

“(Y/N),” Sam sighed with a conflicted look. “It’s nothing new.”

“Better get used to it, baby boy.” Dean, or not Dean, or whatever— gave you a devilish grin.

“Oh, both of you fuck off. I can’t standing seeing his disgusting ass every second.”

“This disgusting ass can remember some pretty nasty images of you as well.” The demon lowly chuckled as you flushed red, Sam looking down at the table to avoid the conversation.

“Fuck you, psycho.” You rolled your eyes, stomping to your room and slamming the door. You kicked the metal irritably muttering curses under your breath as you pulled off your shirt.

You were hot, nearly feeling as though you were sweating from the interaction. You hated him, god more then you thought you could, walking around with your boyfriends face and just about everything that made him an asshole.

“Let me get this straight—”

“God!” You let out a gasp as you clutched your heart, turning to face the very demon himself.

“Not God,” he smirked. “Just me (Y/N).”

“No shit, what the hell do you want?”

Before you could move for your shirt he stepped closer, walking you back into the wall until your chests were touching.

“What do I want?” Dean laughed, his hot breath hitting your face. “I want to know why you could bend over like a bitch—” His eyes flashed black— “Before I got these babies.”

You swallowed harshly at the words, staring into the abyss of black.

“You used to be so good for me.” He began rubbing at your crotch, you breath hitching in your throat as you tried to look anywhere else.

“You’re not—”

“But I am,” he hissed before you could finish. “I’m still Dean. The Dean who would sleep next to you, fuck you til you cried baby.”

You once again shuttered at the thought, cheeks growing hotter as he continued to palm you through your jeans.

“The one who knows how secretly bad you’ve wanted something like this.”

At that you shoved him back, swinging a fist into his jaw and slamming him into the wall across from you.

He punched you straight back, pushing you onto the bed and swinging his fist again for good measure.

You could taste the blood on your teeth as he grinned down at you, moving his hips down to meet yours as a strangled moan left your lips.

“Quit trying to fight it and be a good boy.”

“Fuck you,” you sighed out.

He backhanded you, grabbing your jaw in a stone clutch, moving so his lips pressed against yours.

“I know how bad you want it, (Y/N). Stop fighting.” With that he pulled back slamming his lips into yours.

You couldn’t help but pull him closer, missing his soft lips and strong build.

As soon as it started it seemed to be over, Dean pulling off your pants and flipping you over before you could even process.

“See how good things go when you’re a good boy?” A strangled gasp left you as his hand slammed down on your ass cheek. He did it once again with enough strength to cause you to move forward. “You just love being my little slut?”

Dean’s low chuckled filled the air along with the sound of his hand coming down on your ass.

“Fuck,” you were struggling not to be a drooling mess at this point, Dean flipping you around again to face him.

“You ready to stop being a little bitch and be a good boy, (Y/N).”

You stared into his black eyes finding what you used to despise all too intriguing as you finally gave a stiff nod.

“No, no,” he chuckled lowly as he ran a hand over your torso. “You are a pretty boy, but your mouth,” he whistled lowly. “We gotta make up for all that ugly talk, baby boy.”

Dean pulled you by your hair, and you let him, shoving you roughly to your knees as he undid his belt.

“Open.” Came the cold voice, much less playful than he had been when he entered your room.

You did so, opening wide as he slid his dick into the back of your throat, a soft sigh escaping as he did so.

“Jesus, slut.” Dean’s moan was like music to your ears, the demon grabbing your hair roughly as he moved you up and down on his dick.

“You act so tough now I get it,” came his devilish laugh, “you’ve been so worked up because I haven’t used you like the dumb whore that you are.”

You moaned around him at this words, his movement suddenly slowing as he pulled you forward and rested his dick down your throat.

“Acting like a whiny bitch when all you wanted was me back in your bed.” Tears and drool began to escape you, struggling to breathe on his dick.

The sight seemed to amuse Dean, you felt his dick growing in your throat as you struggled.

“All you had to not do was be a whiny slut, and instead here you are choking.”

You began to try to pull off, but he held you there a few seconds long before pulling you back into a wet kiss.

“You gonna be a good boy now, (Y/N).”

His black eyes poured into yours and instead of hatred all you felt was desire.

“Yes—”

Dean smacked you hard, pulling you close by the jaw as he bit on your lip and pulled, a hand going to your throat to squeeze roughly.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.” You breathed shakily. “Please.”

He grinned as he flipped you back onto the bed, hovering over you as your chest rapidly began to rise and fall.

“Please what, pretty boy?”

“Please,” you whined. “Please, fuck me. I’ve wanted it for so long please, Dean.”

His arrogant smile never left his face as he spit into his hand, the other going to squeeze around your neck. Dean shoved his fingers into you, loving the way you squirmed around him, trying to moan but nothing coming out from the force of his hand.

“Cant have Sammy hear us. Can we dumb whore?”

You only tried to moan more as he worked you open, then suddenly without warning he flipped you over and pressed at your entrance.

“You want me to fuck you, baby.”

“Yes sir, please.” You were trembling at this point, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you into the mattress so hard you couldn’t walk.

“Not very convincing for a needy whore,” he sighed teasingly.

“Please, Dean. I need you to fuck me, please. I need it so bad—”

A low moan escaped you as he suddenly pushed in, grabbing the back of your hair to control his thrusts as he set a fast pace.

Dean’s hand slammed down on your ass once again, a whiny moan escaping you as you felt him stretch you open.

“You gonna be a good boy now, or do I need to remind you who you belong to all the time?”

“A-All the time,” you muttered out between gasps. “Need this all the time.”

Dean laughed grabbing your hips to pull you back even harder as your moans only grew.

“Say you’re my whore,” Dean grunted as his pace began to falter.

“Yours. All yours, Dean. All the time.”

With a final hard thrust, and another smack to your ass, you felt the demon finish deep inside you, as you did on the sheets below.

You were gasping for air, tears of pleasure gathering in the corners of your eyes. You slowly turned to meet Dean, a shit eating grin always seeming to appear on his face.

“What?” You snapped with an angry glare, a flush of embarrassment falling over you.

However, Dean leaned forward pulling you into another warm kiss.

“Been wanting to do that since I got here pretty boy.”

[riptideripley]

Enemies

“Do you really?”

summary:Rhea was your least favorite person in the world. your enemy if you will,but it all honestly you both just wanted to fuck each other.

wrd count:1,157

You had a match against the one person you fucking hated,Rhea Ripley. She was always flirting with you to annoy you,coming out during your matches,interrupting your interviews or promos,etc. You hated that woman and everything she did,but on the inside you wanted her to fuck your brains out. Her figure and scent always captivated you when she was around,but you couldn’t show it.

You felt intense pain the entire match,her constant nicknames and phrases clouding your mind. ‘Come on Princess’ ‘Oh cmon baby’ was on repeat in the back of your head,her in ring flirting. She went for her finisher riptide but soon dropped you, ‘Her shoulder!’ you thought. You immediately got up and started punching the shit out of her shoulders,lifting her up to spin her in the air before dropping her for your finisher ‘tornado’. You stomped her head and pinned her immediately, “1..2..3! And here’s your winner (your wrestling name)!” you smiled as the referee lifted your arm up,laughing at Rhea’s pained face. “Awww what’s the matter honey” you taunted her as you kicked her side,stepping out of the ring and heading backstage.

You headed to the locker room after a long talk with Dominik who’s secretly your best friend outside of WWE,you accidentally bump into someone’s knee and realize it’s Rhea. “I know you saw my leg there.” “I actually didn’t but whatever” you snap back,heading to the showers. You felt someone grab your wrist making you turn around immediately,”Rhea let me go-“ “No. I’m so sick of your nasty attitude and smart mouth,tell me what it is that makes you hate me huh?” she speaks while analyzing your body. She hated you,no matter what you did she hated it. But god did she crave you,wanting to take her anger out on you and take control of you. Your curves in your gear shorts always made her just wanna rip them off of you.

You paused for a moment before yanking your arm out of her grip,”You wanna know why huh? You’re so irritating and insufferable! You’re always butting into every little thing I do. interviews,promos,speeches,everything! I’m so sick of you-“ “Well get over it!” she yelled back getting directly in your face. You froze for a moment,staring at her features and body feeling slightly aroused at her sudden actions and how close she was. She noticed but didn’t say anything,just dragging you to the showers. You were confused and tried to put up a fight but clearly it wasn’t working so you gave up. “Strip.” “Rhea wha-“ “You heard me,strip.” her tone sending shivers down your spine,so you obeyed n hopped in the shower as she soon followed you. You were surprised when she began kissing down your neck,making you whine. “Rhea..fuck” you whispered softly letting her have her way with your body,not wanting to lose the feeling she was giving you.

The sexual tension between you two was high and everyone could tell,you just wanted her to fuck your brains out and you were finally getting that. “God I hate you” you whined out when she suddenly stopped kissing your neck,black lipstick marks all down your neck. “Do you really?” she lifted you up over her head and sunk her head between your thighs,kissing your clit softly. You gasped and threw your head back in pleasure,letting out soft moans at every lick and kiss she gave your throbbing cunt. “Y-Yes I do fuck..” you whispered out softly still moaning. You slowly rolled your hips for more friction making her smile,shoving her face deeper into your cunt.

“If you did you wouldn’t be doing this with me” she spoke,pulling away causing you to whine. You pressed your hands against the wall as she gently let you down,quickly pulling you into a deep kiss. It was like a fire was ignited inside of you,wrapping your hands around her neck to pull her closer. “i hate you but god you taste..amazing” she whispered softly in between breaths. “Just shut up and keep kissing me Ripley.” you responded in a stern tone,wrapping your legs around her waist.

You both didn’t care about getting caught at this point,everything felt way too good for your own good to even care. Rhea felt the same way,only she cared more than you did. Suddenly she pulled away,a glimpse of guilt in her eyes. “What..what’s wrong?” you asked,holding her face. It clicked then,Dominik. “Oh..you’re worried about your little dom dom finding out hm? Well Ripley you should’ve thought of that before hand.” you spat out,nonchalantly as you pulled yourself off of her getting ready to get out of the shower. Rhea was quick to grab your arm,pulling you back into a deep kiss. “You know what,fuck Dom.” as those words slipped from her lips,you could only smile. It worked.

Rhea turned the shower on,making sure it was the right temperature for the both of you. Makeup running down both of your faces didn’t stop the intense make out. Many other wrestlers had walked by and noticed but chose to stay quiet,not wanting to cause any problems. Rhea’s soft hands slipped around your entire body,finally reaching the spot you needed. Soft moans slipped from your lips,leaning your head back on the wall avoiding the shower head. Rhea instantly dove down to your neck,leaving wet sloppy kisses all over. Curling her fingers in one swift motion,she watched you carefully enjoying the sight in front of her. Watching your back arch and the sweet sounds from your lips spilling out,god did she enjoy this.

She glanced at your neck,feeling proud of herself with the amount of hickeys she left. The noise of the shower head drowning out some of the sounds,her skilled fingers,her soft lips on your neck god was everything perfect. Feeling your orgasm approaching quickly,you held onto her wrist squeezing it. “H-Holy shit-“ words cut short with a loud moan,which was also cut short with a sloppy kiss. Feeling overstimulated by her fingers still moving,you pushed her off of you. “Rhea..did you mean what you said earlier about Dom?” you questioned,knowing she didn’t but still wanted to test it.

“Of course not,but i do mean this though. I love you” she spoke in a softer tone,kissing your forehead. You could only smile,feeling exhausted. “I..I love you too Ripley,but can we get out of here I’m getting tired” you spoke following a yawn. She only chuckled and lifted you up,helping you out of the shower and getting your clothes on.

Little did you both know,Dominik heard everything.

dt: @blessrhea @dmysterioblog

[missadmyre]

Secret Trio + Detentionaire Physique HCs

Randy Cunningham

-he gains scars/wounds due to the suit not always being able to sense an attack quickly, thus not being able to register enough magic shield(?) to protect him (it ain't a robot y'all)

- because of his scars, he mostly skips getting dressed at the boy's locker room during Gym class

- he dresses at the bathroom stalls, though there are times when either Bucky or Julian had caught him shirtless in the bathrooms, they quickly learn to shut their mouths once they realize that "oh shit, this guy has lots of scars, might beat us up if we say anything"

- most of his scars are caused either because of incisions, scratch marks (Tengu!Howard's claws) or those black and blue bruises/blunt trauma because he keeps getting flung onto the walls

- there are burn marks scattered on his torso due to the  incident; one time, Jake lost control of himself and turned into a feral dragon because of some drug he inhaled, wasn't a very good time for both parties.

- there's two large scratch marks on both side of his hips because of Danny, who wasn't able to control obsessive urges as a ghost, thanks a lot Vlad, you traumatized them both

- he doesn't have the broadest shoulders but he has pretty damn good legs

- is very flexible

- he does gymnastics and acrobatics on a daily basis

- broke the school record of having the highest jump - his legs are far more muscular due to him always kicking at his opponents

- man has thighs for days

- he has excellent grip strength

- he managed to crush a watermelon using his thighs, go figure

- on a side note, the reason why his chest (specifically, where his heart is) is bare of any scars is because that is his sensitive spot

- the skin on his chest is very thin, so he tries his best to dodge an attack or at least lead the scar somewhere not near his heart

- there are times where his scarf is used against him (ie. choking, to swing him around) so he has faint marks of strangulation around his neck

- very docile than the others

- which is why has longer legs

- he excels more at meelee combat, his weakest is ranged combat

- the Nomicon taught him martial arts; karate, judo etc., which very much amplified his leg power

- you see those heightened senses he has? Yeah let's abuse that.

- he's not that sensitive (he can still enjoy loud parties and crap) but there's a limit to it.

Danny Fenton

- he can only gain wounds/scars when he is on his human form, though there are times when villains had been able to slip through that slit of a moment and managed to damage him while transforming in/out as the Phantom

- his scars mostly consist of large burn marks, chemical burns (from handling ectoplasm as a human), incisions and blunt trauma

- is the only one that have chemical burns

- the large gash on the right side of his torso is from the time when a yokai was able to slash him when he was transforming into the Phantom

- it was also the first wound that Randy was able to heal using the Art of Healing (feelings ensue~)

- he earned some scratch marks from Tengu!Howard, who clearly doesn't like him (he still doesn't know why that roasted chicken hates him, but damn well he does he enjoy teasing the guy)

- has the broadest shoulders

- bro doesn't pull his punches, LITERALLY!

- he has way bigger hands than Randy and Jake

- he punches more than he kicks, thus earning him a pretty heavy fists

- I feel bad for the human that would be unfortunately in the way of Danny's punch

- his biggest achievement is being able to knock down Biffy with his punches in just 10 seconds

- Biffy still hasn't forgiven him for that

- is trying to not get scars on his face due to the fact that his parents had once suspected him of being a gangster when they saw the little scar on the left side of his chin

- thankfully Jazz is able to cover up for him (I mean, getting that scar from shaving? Please)

- his weak spot are definitely his face and legs

- his legs are not the most steady due to him getting way too used to flying, kick him hard on the ankles and he'll fall immediately

- most chemical burns are seen on his hands, he got them from when ectoplasm would sometimes leak out of some Fenton weaponry (most notably, the Ecto Foamer) and he wasn't able to notice it as a human

- the strangling scar on his right wrist came from the long hours of getting cuffed in Ghost Prison, it was so bad the scar stayed even on his human form (he managed to escape but it still hurt y'know)

- his skin color is somewhat pale-ish tan

- since he's half dead, his wounds either don't heal or just heal very slowly, that's why he's careful not to get hit

- on the occasion that he did get a wound but his body wasn't able to heal it, he'll ask Randy for his Art of Healing

- he excels on both hand-to-hand and ranged combat, he has far more experience with guns/laser guns but he still takes lessons of gun handling from Lee

Jake Long

- most of his scars are found on his chest

- his scars include burn marks, scratch marks (Howard! Really?!), strangulation marks on both wrists and neck, a cauterized wound and incisions

- has the most burn marks than anyone on the trio

- the scratch marks from his arms came from his habit of scratching himself when trying to hold his anger

- my man still keeps getting picked on because of his height

- because of his recent molting, there are still dead skin flaking off of him, especially on his back

- the cauterized scar he has is something he both has good and bad memories to; when Jake lost control of himself as a dragon, he literally had to be put down in order to have Lee just treat his wounds, sadly the bandages weren't enough so they had to cauterize the wound using his OWN flame, at least Randy was comforting him through all that

- y'know kung fu, yeah he mastered that

- is very flexible in using both his hands and feet to fight AS a human

- in Dragon form (s1 design bc wtf is that shit from s2), he's a bit more feral as animalistic urges kick in

- it's because of that kind of behavior that he sometimes run straight into danger, earning him all kinds of wounds

- he has stitches all over his back because he got whipped one too many times at the auction incident (he still gets the chills everytime he thinks about it)

- it's also because of that incident that he gained strangulation marks on his neck and wrists because they treated him like an animal, cuffing him and all that

- to get those muscles, he went through a training arc

- you think Howard hating Danny is bad, well check out these two

- Howard and Jake are like, two pets that are fighting for their owner's love (or attention, Howard isn't going to touch that garbage fire called the Ectoham x Longham relationship)

- the moment Randy turns around, they are fighting all over the place, thus having the most scratch marks

- his weakness is his height, surprise surprise!

- when he's on his human form, it's hard to land a hit on an enemy who's clearly way taller than you

- when he's on his dragon form, his big height often causes him to trample or not be aware of unnoticeable traps

- he also can't balance himself when in dragon form, especially when he flies since his wings aren't the type to be able to easily dodge obstacles (it's just hard to make an adjustment when it's a sudden decision and you're up in the air)

- because he breathes literal fire, he always has a hot temperature, those who knew him just let's it be  it but when other people touch him, they would question if he has a fever

- his appetite is very big because... energy, the problem is that he has very high metabolism, so while he looks malnourished, he's actually taken what, like 2 boxes of pizza a minute ago (and about to take another one right now, dammit Spud, you're wasting too much money)

- have the sharpest nails there is, mostly likely because of his dragon form has it that it also integrated to his human form

- despite not being able to balance himself AS a dragon, he actually does quite well AS a human, being able to stand on poles/tightropes and shit

- those meditation lessons from his Gramps really did help huh

- he excels at hand-to-hand combat

Lee Ping

- he doesn't get that many scars since he doesn't fight opponents as much as the Secret Trio

- but when he does get a wound, it's mostly just blisters, on some cases, he would have burn marks or incisions

- since he always crawls through vents or tight spaces, he always has blisters skidded all around his arms and legs

- the burn marks came from when he would accidentally get hit from those robot's laser guns on Detentionaire (do they even have a name? But seriously, they hurt like hell, believe him)

- the large stitch across his torso is a very painful memory to look back on (he got captured by Cassandra and was about to get experimented on since he has the power to nullify any and all mind control, he was cut open and was about to be dissected when Biffy, Cam and Holger had caught up to him and set him free from there operating table, the other surgeons got killed while Cassandra got away)

- there are faint scratch marks on his shoulders BUT that is due to the tazelwurm sometimes sheathing it's claws on him accidentally (thank you Howard! Wtf did this guy do to you?)

- by far the most slimmest out of everyone in the group

- which is good because he's got to fit into those tight spaces to do "Lee Ping Spywork"

- can do basic gymnastics

- he's learned some basic and advanced self defense from the Serpent/Li, since he thought it would be useful if his younger brother can beat the shit out people when necessary

- the tallest (not including Biffy) out of the group

- has a scar caused by a stab wound somewhere in his right leg caused by Kimmy when she got transformed into some vicious tazelwurm hybrid, she got killed by Holger but he didn't know it was her (those who knew aren't planning on telling him that he just killed a person or he'll freak the fuck out)

- Biffy doesn't know she got killed, Lee isn't telling that information unless he wants a Biffy going nuts all over the place

- only him and Brandy know about Kimmy's death

- he can fence, he picked it up again when he saw the Secret Trio trying to train with long bladed weaponry so he tried to get some experience in being able to wield a weapon

- handles guns way better than the Secret Trio

- has the weakest punch, they all make fun of him for that

- he is the group's healer, he knew first aid very well and he isn't afraid stitch and treat a wound that is way too tender for the Secret Trio to heal

- he only knew how to stitch wounds because he experiments on his body (would it close if I do this kind of stitch? How about here, is it thin enough?)

- because of his experiments, he isn't able to register pain anymore, his poking and prodding at his skin nullified any jolt of pain

- wears gloves on his left hand because there is a lichtenberg scar on it that is colored toxic turquoise green, he ain't letting Barrage see that and be reminded of the pyramid incident

- which glows when the pyramid subconsciously gives him a power boost or something (heightened strength and senses)

- at first he tried to cover it with bandage but since it glows, it didn't work so they settled on the black glove

- excels in ranged combat

HEIGHT COMPARISON [FULL PICTURE]

[blamemma]

omg emma… your tags on alexis’s post are so genius… dirtbag daniel not ready to date a guy doesn’t notice his entire existence is dedicated to making max happy… max accidentally calling daniel “daniel” on the radio when he’s at mercedes… daniel making bitchy comments to the press?!

i think i genuinely might be dying over thinking about the contrast between daniel irl leaving for renault vs. engineer max leaving daniel for mercedes. (also for me, for this to work, u gotta role-reverse the ages as well and make max older daniel younger)

max finding himself stuck...at red bull. a deep intrinsic feeling inside him that he's got nowhere to go, rised as high as he thinks he can within the team, has attached himself to someone (daniel) who doesn't need him as much as max needs him (entirely false, daniel is half the driver he is because of max) and so takes a secret meeting with toto who has been trying to poach max ever since he first started climbing the ranks at red bull and making a name for himself. toto promising him everything in the world. and more. promises him he can be lewis' engineer and head of race engineering. promises him bonuses he's never heard of. promises that max can also help out with mercedes sim racing team in his spare time at the factory. and max thinks and thinks and thinks about it and if there's one thing max is, it's honest. so he tells christian. tells him bluntly and succinctly and christian throws so much at him but realistically max's mind is made up before he even sits down with toto.

and daniel overhearing a conversation he shouldn't and barging into max's private office furious with him, why are you leaving to work for the enemy kinda shit, are you trying to stab me in the back, what have i done to deserve this betrayal etc etc. daniel punches max's office wall and max knows then and there he's made the right decision. asks daniel to leave immediately. the second half of the season goes dreadful for them, max short with daniel on the radio, doesn't play up to his antics anymore, daniel being summoned to see the stewards every race for doing dumb shit he knows he shouldn't do. sky sports always cutting to shots of max rolling his eyes. but daniel still manages to scrape the championship and the red bull mechanics hold max and daniel aloft on their shoulders and spray them with champagne and max and daniel have their arms around each others shoulders and there is a fleeting moment where max looks at daniel, the brightness and happiness on his face and he realises this is why he does his job, this is why he should stay, but he pushes it down and down and down and down. daniel goes to perth. max goes to some tropical island somewhere.

(whilst in perth, daniel prints off the photo of him and max on rbr mechanic's shoulders and frames it. he puts it in his home office at first. but he doesn't spend enough time in there. he takes it out the frame and puts it on the fridge with a dutch flag magnet he has that max had gifted him after his first zandvoort win. but everytime someone came round they would look at it and ask why max would quit. he puts it back in the frame and puts it on his bedside table. it stays there)

and then they both turn up to testing. daniel in navy like always, max in a tight fitted white tommy hilfiger shirt (wHICH PERFECTLY ACCENTUATES HIS PUFFY PERKY FAT NIPPLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and daniel hates it hates it hates it hates it hates it. they ask each other how the winter break was and what they got up to but the conversation is stilted and wrong and they both leave it feeling devoid and empty. testing is testing and bahrain is bahrain. daniel and his new engineer miss a couple of points of key information and communication and its a bit of a shambles of a race but daniel still gets p2. stands below lewis on the podium. max to his immediate right-hand side. he stands tall and straight. head forward. listens to every single word of god save the king. doesn't shift slightly. listens and listens and listens. and then the trophys are handed out. he looks at it once. places it on the ground. looks at his shoes. remembers. remembers max. malaysia. bright red flushed eager and keen. stole daniel's shoe right out his hand. guzzled it down, no egging-on needed from daniel at all. the way they locked eyes afterwards. the blowjob in the club bathroom. the filthy sex they had later that evening. he looks up. oscar receives his trophy. the personnel shift and move and then he's gripping the neck of the champagne bottle hard, slamming it down on the podium, turning his back to lewis and oscar and spraying it all at max. max does the same, drenching daniel. he can see max's bright smile through the spray and daniel laughs, proper, shakes it and sprays him some more and when it's all gone, they stand, looking at each other, drenched, soaking, panting, breathless (MAXS WHITE TOMMY HILFIGER SHIRT DRIPPING WET SEE THROUGH PERKY PERKY PERKY HARD NIPPLES!!!!!!!!!) and christian horner is stood in the crowd head in hands knowing he's about to be faced with a dilemma.

and then YES "daniel 0.9 behind" and crofty picks up on it and makes some snarky comment about how red bull let max go so that he could infiltrate mercedes from the inside. daniel being sarcastic in the media when they ask him about max still calling him daniel and being like "well i obviously made an impression on him" or "its hard to forget me when i'm that good" and max hates the taunting but also loves it. gives him some sense that daniel still thinks about him also !!!

(late at night, daniel finds youtube videos of lewis' play by play race. he tells himself its to do with tactics and finding out lewis' racing lines etc. really he's listening to the radio. hearing the way max and lewis talk. trying to work out if they have the same relationship max and him have. if max uses the same intonation. the same phrases. if max flirts with lewis the way he did with daniel)

[mtayl0rr]

The Anomaly: 1

Prologue Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x f!Original Character Rating: Mature Length: 1.2K Summary: Nobody gets the upper hand on Spider-Man 2099. Nobody, until a strange anomaly slipped from his grasp. Now, he’ll stop at nothing until he finds her. Warnings: enemies to lovers, eventual smut, cannon typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, Miguel is a bitch but so is she, cursing, angst, etc. trauma Note: First full chapter!! I promise the escape trope isn't finished after one chapter have faith i have stuff planned

Earth-B9402 was not Madelynn’s typical jump. Her brawl with 2099 left the watch she’d stolen broken and almost unusable. Although she still had her hacked day pass, she was stuck in a new universe. The jump killed the watch, sending her to the only coordinates she could punch into the cracked screen.

She managed to find shelter in the basement of an abandoned department store. It had all she needed: a couch, some blankets, miscellaneous materials she could use to repair her suit. Coming from where she did, she was used to living off of nothing. The shower in the old break room was stained red, a mix of blood and boxed hair dye. She didn’t take the time to wonder what store needed a shower for employees, but if she had the opportunity, why not take it. Now her hair will mirror the color of the blood she’ll draw from those who stand in her way. Those who side with 2099 in trying to capture her. All traces of brunette were wiped from the canvas of her body as every memory of the life she used to live washed down the drain with the blood and chemicals streaming off her skin.

Madelynn cursed under her breath as she ran the washcloth over her puncture wounds. 2099 was close to scratching bone when he finally caught her back on Earth-904H7. The coarse scabs forming over the exposed flesh looked angry as soap mixed with muscle. Hopefully, she’d never see 2099 again, and he’d never know that his wound elicited tears.

She’d never forget his haunting voice as he whispered in her ear threats of death if she dared to run. His low timbre sent a shiver down her spine, but she knew it was hollow. He wouldn’t be the one to kill her. Someone back home would. He’d just be the one to send her there.

Once she was dry, and her suit was repaired, Madelynn basked in the warmth of the torn up blankets left in the store. Anything was better than sleeping on the rooftops the past two nights. But, her relaxation was short-lived. The familiar tingling of her spine woke her up. The room was illuminated with a red hue, the same color of 2099’s glowing webbing. He was here, outside, looking for her.

Her suit was still half repaired; the blood was removed but the claw marks remained, her skin showing through the ripped elastic. Quickly, she ripped the vent cover off the corner and crawled through, swatting through cobwebs and rat shit. She had no idea how he tracked her down; the locator on her day pass and the watch were disabled. But, she didn’t have time to dwell on the “how.” He was here, and probably angry.

Through the echoes of the vent system, she heard his voice bounce off the walls; an agonizing scream of anger. He knew she was there, or at least had been. The shower was still wet, the blankets still rustled on the old couch. But he couldn’t fit through the vents like she could. He could assume where she was hiding, but he had no means of following her. As much as she hated to admit it, 2099 had an impressive physique. Heightened strength aside, he threw her around as if she was nothing. That night on Earth-904H7, his broad shoulders blocked the moonlight, drowning her in darkness. But, it meant that he couldn’t follow her.

Madelynn reached a vent gate that led to the outside of the department store, but she couldn’t risk taking such an obvious path. She pushed the gate open, shooting webs to make it look like she’d swung away before continuing her path through the vents. The whirring of the system grew louder the farther she climbed through the maze of metal tunnels and cobwebs, but her pace never faltered. She occasionally flinched at the sound of something hitting the dented paths, but she assumed it was simply her weight on the flimsy material. There was no way she was being followed.

Eventually, she made a big circle through the system, ending up right back where she started in the basement. Before she slid through the still open gate, Madelynn scanned the room, waiting for her spine to tingle at any danger, but nothing came. She’d successfully averted 2099 again. Her knees ached from all the crawling, the scabs gracing her skin nearly reopening from the abrasion of her suit’s fabric. Falling onto her couch, she lifted the edge of her mask and took a sip of the drink she’d stolen from upstairs before melting into the covers, only accompanied by the sound of something tapping on the metal of the vents.

Little did she know, while 2099 had fallen for her staged escape earlier, he hadn’t fully trusted it, sending a camera drone to search the vents he watched her crawl into. Now, it lurked in the opening where the vent grate used to be, waiting for 2099 to return.

He returned on foot, the red hue of his webs not giving him away this time as he gently rushed down the stairs to the basement. He could hear her labored breathing, her shoes tapping on the concrete floors. Curses ran through his mind as he calculated how much time he wasted falling for her simple deceit. He was nearly outsmarted again, but he wouldn’t let a slip up like last time happen.

One thing Madelynn neglected to remember about 2099 was despite his towering stature, he was abnormally stealthy. The last thing she expected was to be pushed against the wall, hearing the sound of her bone crack as 2099’s exposed face was inches from her own. Before she had time to react, he ripped her mask off her head, exposing the soft skin of her neck, and sunk his fangs into her flesh.

The effect of his venom was nearly instantaneous. Her body grew hot, the poison intertwining with her blood, leaving her limbs limp and dangling as 2099 crushed her body to the wall. She tried to speak, but her mouth wouldn’t move as she lost control of her jaw and tongue. All that came out was a pathetic scream of agony. All she could do was breathe, look, and listen as 2099 pulled away from her neck, licking her blood from his fangs as it dripped from his lips. His eyes glistened with a sick triumph as he moved his mouth closer to her ear.

“There’s nowhere to run,” he whispered, letting go of her body. She fell to the floor with a hard thump, her red hair mixing with the pool of blood flowing from her neck, watching helplessly as 2099 tapped at his watch, wiping curls of sweat soaked brown hair from his forehead.

The last thing she remembered was cursing how horrifyingly handsome he was under his mask before she succumbed to the lulls of the venom and passed out on the cold concrete.

Chapter 2

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Hello, can I request for Nubbins x fem reader? His s/o sees Nubbins sleeping and then thinks it's her chance to escape, even if she has to hit him to buy time and still she doesn't make it?

Yesss! I love this! This is my first request and first request for Nubbins! Thank you tons!

Pairing: Nubbins Sawyer x Fem reader

Warning: Kidnapping, violence, bad language, cannibalism, etc

A/n: I love writing to music as I've said before so the two songs I listened to the most while writing this was Diet Mountain Dew and West Coast by Lana Del Rey ! (I love his cute little face)

You had been in the Sawyer house for what felt like months. You had helped a man on the side of the road named Nubbins. At first you thought he was strangely cute so of course you took him home, you knew you would feel like shit if you left him in that awful Texas heat. Of course you thought he was odd for his strange behavior to his strawberry like birthmark on his face. "Y-you sure are pretty." He said in a thick accent, starring at you with a huge grin. You smiled softly uncomfortable. "Don't get any ideas." The man chuckled. "I won't hurt ya." You cursed yourself everyday for helping him. You've tried to escape before but each time they caught you. Holding your knees to your chest you looked around the room, the mattress you sat on was opposite to the door against the wall, the wall was filled with Polaroids Nubbins had taken at the slaughter house and of you. "Aren't you going to eat?" Nubbins said to you from the door. You gave him a look. "Definitely not! I'll starve before I eat whatever your crazy family killed!" Nubbins frowned a bit. "Fine! Starve." He stuck his tongue out at you then slammed the door shut. After a while Nubbins came back and got in bed pushing you over so you were against the wall. You huffed not wanting to be in his presence. You hated him, he took you away and forced you to live in this hellhole. You felt him wrap his arm around you and push his face into your side. "Get off me." You said in a stern tone. Of course he didn't listen to you or paid you away attention.

You closed your eyes for a little bit but as the clock ticked Nubbins grip on you loosened. Noticing you quickly thought of a plan to escape, this was your only chance at fully escaping. Nubbins didn't sleep like this a lot, he was in a deep sleep. Deep enough you were able to slip out from underneath his head and was able to move his arm off of you. Carefully you crawled off the end of the bed. This was to perfect to get caught putting on shoes so you went barefoot. Smiling to yourself for your small victory it all came crashing down when you moved a bit to fast, hitting the edge of Nubbins crappy desk causing one of his skulls to fall to the ground. "Darlin?" Nubbins whispered out in his raspy, sleepy voice. You looked at him and in a brisk moment you wanted to comfort him. 'What are you doing? Go!' you said to yourself. You ran downstairs hearing Nubbins not to far behind you. "Bubba! Bubba!" Nubbins yelled. Running to the front door you pulled and pushed not being able to open it. Seeing Nubbins on the stairs you ran to the back only to be met with Bubba sliding the metal door open. You duck knowing he would swing something at you and of course you were right. "Don't hurt her! Just get her!" Nubbins yelled grabbing the hammer out of Bubba's hands as you ran to the backdoor. Nearly falling through the door you were back on your feet. Hearing that godforsaken chainsaw you stopped in your tracks looking around for a place to hide. "Got ya!" Nubbins grabbed your arm, scaring you since it was like he fell out of thin air. Screaming you quickly punched him causing him to let you go. You ran and hid in-between two old Volkswagen bugs. But of course that didn't help Bubba found you and so did his saw. You screamed and cried as Bubba would get the saw super close to you then back off. You tried to move back kicking your legs to push you back but you were stuck, there was no where to go. It was just you, Bubba, and that saw. "Nubbins!" You screamed and cried. "Stop it!" You felt like you were going to go insane. As Bubba got closer he lifted the saw so it was only inches away from your face. "Stop it Bubba! You're scarin her!" Nubbins yelled causing Bubba to lower the saw and cut it off. Bubba grunted and made a few noises hear and there as to ask Nubbins why. You cried covered in dirt and sweat. "You hit me." Nubbins said frowning at you. "Nubs" you cried giving him a nickname not even realizing you were calling on him for help. "Go! You scared her!" Nubbins yelled at Bubba. "Whats going on out here!" Drayton yelled. "Its nothing!" Nubbins yelled starring at you. "She try to escape again!" Drayton yelled. "I said its nothing! We'll handle this! You're just the cook!" Nubbins yelled at Drayton. You cried as you slowly stood up shaking from what just happened. Watching them fight you realized Nubbins was the only one who kept you safe. Yeah he was rough from time to time and threatened you but overall he was the nicest one towards you. He said he wouldn't hurt you and he kept that promise. Now it was your turn, would you use him for protection or give him what he desperately needed? Love.

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Hey! I hope you liked it, Thank you again for the request! Of course if its not to your likely please request again! Either way I loved writing this and hope you enjoyed!

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Falling Into Place. - Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Prompt: My love for fancast and Draco 😜

Warnings: Smut, asphyxiation kink, slight bdsm and praise kink. Abuse, cheating etc but not much just at start. Slight AU

Thanks to my Beta @lets-imagine-fanfics as always for seeing this through.

All characters are of age that is how it was written. I don’t mention age because I figured that went unspoken. However it has come to my attention that people are thinking I’m a 26 year old pervert that sexualising teenagers. Most of the actors/actresses from these fandoms are older than me.

If you think anything is inappropriate message me and tell me that’s fine but be specific tell me what fic and wha you thought was offensive or wrong. Don’t be hateful honestly tumblr used to be a nice and fun place. I never had a hateful word in the 9 years I’ve been on here until now.

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You let out a rather sinister laugh as tears streamed down your face causing him to roll his eyes. You ran your hands through your hair as you tried to calm yourself down but honestly you think you may be losing it. You weren’t sure whether to scream, cry or smash something as he stood there like he hadn’t lied to you AGAIN.  

“Is this what we’ve become now?” You screamed as you ripped off your Slytherin robe the anger coursing through your body causing you to overheat. 

“You’re just gonna keep dragging me down with you?” You snapped as he said nothing.  

“I’ve lied for you! I’ve defended you!” You growled as you picked up a glass and threw it into the fireplace.  

“It only happened once!” He screamed as he stormed across the room until you were both chest to chest.  You let out another unhinged laugh as you wiped your tears away angrily.  

“LIAR!” You screamed in his face, your jaw clenched.  

“I’m done with you!” You snarled viciously; however he didn’t seem to appreciate your words, his hand coming up to slap you straight across your face.  

You froze with your head turned to the side as your mind processed the fact that this mother fucker had the audacity to lay his hands on you. Your head spun back around with a sickeningly sweet smile on your face. You pulled back your fist and slammed it straight into his face, hearing a crack as his nose began pouring with blood.  

“You fucking bitch!” He screamed before he strides towards you causing you to back away into the wall. Shit! Why did you leave your fucking wand in your room! You didn’t want to do this because there's nothing worse than being the damsel but... 

You suddenly let out the loudest high-pitched scream you had ever let out making Adrian cover his ears before turning back to you with a glare on his face, but he didn’t have chance to lay another hand on you because his bedroom door bust open and there stood your three best friends with panicked faces until they took one look at your bright red cheek and Adrians bloody nose before their eyes narrowed into a glares.  

“Did you...” Mattheo started as he walked over to you touching your cheek.  

“I’ll fucking kill you!” Mattheo snarled as he launched at Adrian his fist instantly knocking him on his ass.  

“Theo, take her upstairs.” Draco muttered in an eerily calm tone as he looked down at Adrian.  

“Don’t get yourselves expelled.” Was all you said before you allowed Theo to guide you upstairs.  

You and Theo walked upstairs to the common room in silence until he sat you down and passed you a cup of what looked like fire whiskey. He pressed a cold cloth to your cheek as he glared at the slowly bruising flesh. Your eyes were locked on the fire as you tried to ignore the screams coming from downstairs.  

“What the hell happened?” Theo asked softly.  

“He was cheating...again. I warned him last time I would only forgive this shit once. I just kinda lost it a threw a glass into the fireplace then I ended it with him. Clearly that wasn’t acceptable cos he slapped me, so I punched him and broke his nose. When he started coming at me again, I panicked and figured I’d have to let someone know I was about to likely get beaten. I-I knew you guys would come running. Sorry.” You sighed as you buried your head in your hands. 

“You haven’t got anything to be sorry for Y/N. You did good.” He chuckled as he pulled you into a hug.  

Just then Draco came upstairs clenching and unclenching his bloodied hands making you frown as you ran up to him and grabbed his hand gently. You saw his knuckles were split and bleeding making you sigh softly. You lead him towards the couch before you started wiping the blood off with the cloth that was on your cheek.  

As you cleaned his knuckles, his other hand came up to pressed against your cheek softly making your eyes fluttered closed. He didn’t say anything and neither did Mattheo as he came up a few minutes later. He stood behind the couch as he watched you clean Draco up. He silently nodded to Theo as they both left the room leaving you to tend to the blonde boy. You slid off all his rings and began cleaning them before wiping off the rest of the blood from his hands.  

Once he was cleaned completely you passed him his rings with a soft gaze as he began sliding the clean rings back on. You looked up at him noticing a splash of blood on his cheek that you instantly knew wasn’t his, but the thought didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. You reached up and swiped it off his cheek with you thumb before wiping it onto the damp cloth.  

“You didn’t have to go that far, Dray...” You whispered softly as you stared into his icy grey eyes.  

“He hit you. He’s lucky I didn’t kill him.” He hissed making you smile softly.  

“Why did it escalate like that, darling?” He asked softly as he cupped your cheek.  

“He slept with some skank from Ravenclaw...again.” You muttered, the shame that you’d forgiven him the first time was eating away at you.  

“Maybe somethings wrong with me? Adrian repeatedly cheated, Jimmy cheated and ignored me in front of his house and Michael just broke up with me with no reason! Maybe there's something wron-” 

“There is nothing wrong with you. You’re strong, independent, stunningly gorgeous and so fucking smart. They’re the ones that have something wrong with them.” He interrupted before you could put yourself down anymore.  

“Yeah, don’t forget my downsides. I have a temper and according to Cormac ‘one of those crazy bitches who will key your car and set fire to your shit.’” You scoffed bitterly making Draco frown.  

“There not downsides. Yeah, you are crazy...but I wouldn’t have you any other way. Plus, its kinda hot when you get vengeful and violent.” Draco teased you making you roll your eyes playfully.  

“If you say so.” You giggled as you lay your head on his shoulder and allow yourself to process everything. 

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When the morning came you felt a lot better and quickly hopped in the shower before using magic to dry your body and your hair. You stared into your wardrobe with a pout as you tilted your head scanning through all your black and green clothes. You pulled out your evergreen plaid high waisted flares, off the shoulder black cropped jumper and black platform docs.  

You quickly slid on the clothes before deciding to tie a messy half bun in your hair and leave the rest in messy curls before moving onto your makeup. You used wordless magic to give yourself a smoky black wing and a green matte lip before staring down at your black stiletto nails that had snakes on the ring fingers, deeming them still pristine. You added a bulky white gold chain that clipped together at the front with a snake head eating the tail. 

You made your way to the boy's dorm, barging into the room Draco, Mattheo and Theo shared making them jump a little as they sat up in their beds. All three of them shirtless and still half asleep as they all had different reactions to your presence. Mattheo flopped back laying back down, Theo got out of bed and walked past you, ruffling your hair before walking into the bathroom. Draco however just rubbed his eyes yawning. 

“Come on, I need coffee and food!” You shouted as you began routing through Mattheo’s wardrobe first. Throwing a random black v neck in his direction along with a pair of blue jeans. Which he instantly threw back at you. 

“I’m having a lay in, drag the other two with you!” Mattheo shouted grumpily making you pout.  

“Rude.” You huffed before walking over to Draco’s wardrobe and looking through the new clothes you'd never seen him wear.  

“Ooo new clothes!” You giggled as you took out a black turtle neck, a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and a short sleeved collared shirt that was half green and half black. The green side had a black sleeve and pocket whereas the black side was pure black.  You grabbed a pair of docs that were like yours but not platform.  

Draco stood up out his bed clearly not caring he was only in boxers as he approached you, his bare chest slightly brushing against your back as he looked down at the clothes you'd picked with a raised brow. You gave him a pleading grin making him roll his eyes as he took the clothes out your hands just as Theo walked out the bathroom only wearing a towel. 

“Are we trying to look like a couple?” Draco snorted as he took the clothes and walked into the bathroom.  

You sat on his bed as you waited for him, absently fiddling with the snake head clasp of your necklace, as you thought about how people would likely know about what happened yesterday despite it not being public. Gossip spread fast in this school and you just knew they’d likely blame you for whatever it was, knowing what people thought about you.  

“You coming to breakfast?” You asked Theo as you looked away from him so he could quickly dress himself. This was relatively normal for you guys, and you didn’t overly care, but honestly the last thing you needed was to see Theo’s dick. He’s like your brother. Ew. 

“Can’t, got Quidditch practice.” He chuckled as he walked out the room to which you nodded in response. 

Just then Draco walked out dressed in the clothes you picked as well as adding a few chains around his neck. The half and half shirt were left unbuttoned whilst his turtle neck underneath it, was tucked into his jeans, his docs already on his feet.  

“Damn, Dray.” You purred playfully making him roll his eyes before exiting his room not waiting for you to follow.  

“Remind me why we never dated?” You pouted playfully as you jogged to catch up to him.  

“If I remember rightly, you told all three of us: you’d never date one of us, cos it would ruin the dynamic.” He snorted as he looked down at you with a smirk.  

“Have you change your mind, princess?” Draco teased as he slung his arm around your shoulder ignoring the stares of students.  

“I’m contemplating it after seeing your ass in those jeans.” You giggled blowing a playful kiss at him before running ahead of him facing him as you walked backwards fluttering your lashes at him. 

“Is that so?” Draco chuckled as he ran at you before throwing you over his shoulder making you let out a squeal before laughing.  

“Put me down you, fucking caveman.” You shouted through your laughter.  

He lowered you down with his own laugh, his hands now resting dangerously low on your back making you flush a little as you stare up at him, instantly getting lost in his eyes. You’re not blind you were well aware how attractive your three best friends are but you’d never felt like that about any of them. However, the way your heart was pounding as Draco looked down at you had you rethinking that fact. 

Click. 

You spun around and saw Daphne holding her muggle phone that she’d bought on the sly despite the fact her parents said no to one. You narrowed your eyes and grabbed the phone out of her hands before looking at the picture. Your heart stopped for a second as you stared at the picture, you looked like a couple...a loved up one at that. 

“I need a muggle phone.” You pouted at Draco who laughed as he pulled something out his pocket making your eyes widen.  

“Traitor! When did you buy this?” You gasped as you stared down at the black phone in his hand.  

“Last month. Theo and Matt got one too.” He snorted making you narrow your eyes.  

“You guys left me out!?” You huffed as he rolled his eyes.  

“I’ll get you one if you want one?” Draco chuckled as he unlocked his phone and sent the picture off Daphnes to his own phone before passing her the phone back as she shot you a wink.  

You grabbed Draco's phone and instantly opened the gallery only knowing how to do it because Daphne had showed you. Draco looked rather alarmed and tried to grab his phone back but you stepped away from him with a raised brow. What was he hiding on here? You thought with a smirk on your face as you began scrolling. 

A lot of the pictures were just drunken nights out, blurry pics there was a few topless pics of himself which had you raising a brow but moving on until you saw a few pictures and videos of you. One was of you sleeping on with your head Draco’s lap as he chatted to someone, his hand seemed to be absently stroking your hair, the angle meant someone else must’ve taken it. One was a video of you dancing at a Slytherin party seeming lost in the music and the last one was a selfie of you and Daphne which you’d remembered taking with her a week ago however Daphne had been cropped out. 

You stopped walking away from his grasp as he took the phone back. Draco's cheeks had flushed a little as he seemed to avoid looking at you, stuffing his phone back in his pocket. He walked towards the great hall as you followed him silently, unsure of what to say. Did he like you as more than a friend? For how long? You wondered as you both sat down at your houses table and ate breakfast. 

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It had been awkward between you and Draco for the rest of the morning, but that afternoon when he dropped a black phone, a lot like his own, on the couch next to you with a soft smile before plopping onto the couch next to you. You picked up the phone with a squeal as you opened the phone to see he’d already set up all the boys' numbers and Daphnes as well as downloaded the apps you’d want to use.  

“Thank you, Draco!” You giggled as you dived onto his lap hugging him tightly not caring that you were straddling him.  

You pulled up the camera app and point the front camera toward you and Draco taking a picture before setting it as your lock screen ignoring his curious gaze. You made no move to get off his lap as you began making yourself a snapchat and a few other things as Draco rest both his arms across the back of the couch watching you with a smirk on his face. 

You giggled excitedly when Daphne sent you a snap the second you added her. You opened it seeing a picture of her sticking her tongue out which said: ‘where you at bitch?’. You clicked reply and sent her a picture of Draco who rolled his eyes and stuck up his middle finger at the camera with the words: ‘Sat on this comfy but very rude chair’.  

Suddenly Daphne came speeding into the common room with wide eyes as she dived onto the couch next to you and Draco whose hands flew to your hip so you wouldn’t fall off his lap. The feeling of his hands on your hips had you freezing as Daphne looked down at the position you were in.  

“You two look mighty comfy.” Daphne smirked as she wiggled her brows at you both.  

“Shut up, bitch.” You laughed as you climbed off Draco’s lap.  

“Me and Pansy are going to Hogsmeade for a dress for the party tonight. You coming?” She asked excitedly making you roll your eyes.  

“Yes, count me in. I’m going shopping, text me if you need anything.” You chuckled at Draco as you slid your phone into your back pocket.  

Before you could leave, Draco grabbed you and dragged you onto his lap looking into your eyes with a small smirk before passing you his wallet that you knew he’d put an extendable charm on. Your eyes widened as you tilted your head in confusion. He raised a brow at you cockily not saying anything as you glanced at Daphne whose jaw was on the floor.  

“See you later, princess.” Draco chuckled as he lifted you off his lap and wandered down towards the boys dorms.  

“Did Draco Malfoy just hand me his wallet?” You asked in confusion.  

“The real question is, did Draco Malfoy just become your Sugar Daddy?” Daphne snorted making you throw a pillow at her. 

“Shut up, asshole. Let’s go.”  

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You stared in the mirror with a smirk as you observed your new dark green, skin tight mini dress with the tiniest slit up the side, a new pair of chunky black heels and some green black smoky eyes makeup and nude lips. You had also used magic to straighten your hair so it looked soft and sleek. You felt good. You looked at Pansy and Daphne who were sat on your bed already dressed and ready. 

“Let's go, bitches.” You exclaimed as you grabbed your muggle speaker and started downstairs carrying it with a little difficulty in the heels you had on, but you managed handing it to Theo who rolled his eyes before setting it up on the round table.  

You connected your phone and blast out muggle music before making your way over to Draco who had been watching you from the second you entered the room. You admired his white shirt tucked into his black slacks, the shirt was open by at least 3 buttons. You waved his wallet at him with a smirk on your face as Mattheo raised a brow at you both.  

“Thanks for the new dress and shoes, Dray.” You whispered teasingly in his ear before pressing a kiss to his cheek as you slid his wallet into his pocket a little too slowly to be an accident.  

“You look gorgeous.” He whispered back making you flush a little.  

“Dance with me.” You giggled as you grabbed his hand and started dragging him towards the mess of teenaged limbs in the centre of the room. 

Just as a song called ‘Should’ve Said It’ by some muggle singer called Camila came on, you pulled Draco’s chest against your back as you began dancing against him. His hands instantly griping your hips as he began moving with you, your hand came up to tangle in his hair as you got lost in the music. 

You weren’t sure how many songs you two danced to it but by the end of it another Camila song came on called ‘My Oh My’ as you spun around with a smirk throwing your arms around his neck as his leg slot between your thighs. He dipped you down making you laugh breathlessly before he brought you back up, your noses brushing against each other's as your Y/E/C eyes stare into his icy grey ones.  

“Come on, let's get you a drink, darling.” Draco whispered his lips almost brushing across yours as his eyes flickered to them for a second before he wrapped his arms round your waist as you both went searching for drinks.  

“Is that Adrian?” Draco snarled as he saw the other boy across the room glaring at you and Draco.  

“Ignore him, Dray.” You whispered in his ear pressing a kiss on the patch of skin below his ear making his eyes flutter shut before opening and flickering over to you.  

“I’m not imagining this am I?” He whispered against your temple pressing a kiss there.  

“No.” You replied knowing exactly what he meant.  

You downed your fire whiskey as you saw Pansy, Theo, Daphne, Mattheo and few others sitting around the couches playing a game of truth or dare. You grabbed Draco pulling him towards your friends, letting him sit down before you happily sat on his knee. Pansy smirked at the two of you before passing you the bottle of alcohol.  

“Truth or dare, Draco.” Pansy chuckled drunkenly.  

“Truth.” Draco answered instantly making everyone roll their eyes, except you.  

“How long have you fancied, Y/N?” She smirked making you choke on the drink.  

“Since 2nd year.” He answered before taking the bottle and drinking to avoid your wide-eyed gaze.  

“Y/N, Truth or Dare?” Theo asked trying to break the tension.  

“Dare.” You answered softly barely even registering what you’d said as your mind was swimming with the new information that Draco had liked you for so long.  

“I dare you to kiss, Pansy.” He muttered with a grin on his face.  

“Why are boys so predictable?” You snorted as you went to stand up however Draco pulled you right back down.  

“Not happening.” Draco growled into your neck making you shiver as your eyes fluttered shut as you tried not to let yourself get too turned on.  

“You’re so boring, dude.” Mattheo huffed making everyone laugh.  

“I’ll do a truth.” You chuckled as your eyes opened.  

“Fine, what's your top three kinks?” Daphne asked knowing full well what they were but she wanted to expose you in front of Draco. 

You glared at her as Draco sat forward clearly intrigued to see where this was going, you could feel your cheeks flushing a little but thanks to the dimmed light you're sure no one could see. You rolled your eyes before taking a big drink from the bottle Draco was holding.  

“BDSM, Praise and Asphyxiation.” You answered as calmly as you could thankfully the alcohol was helping you with that.  

You felt Draco grip your hips as he leaned in to rest his head against your back as he seemed to be taking deep breaths for some reason. You looked over your shoulder at him with a frown until he looked up into your eyes and his pupils had swallowed his icy blue irises. 

“What’s Ass-phyxee-ation?” Pansy said curiously making everyone roll their eyes at her question. 

“Asphyxiation, dumb ass. It’s basically choking. Right Draco?” Mattheo snorts with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You look at Draco as he glares straight at Mattheo as if saying ‘shut up’.  

“I’m going for a smoke.” Draco grumbled as he carefully lifted you off his lap placing you on the couch before rushing out the common room.  

You stood up an instantly followed him, your strides weren’t as big considering he was not only taller than you but you also had heels on. You finally reached the small courtyard closest to Slytherin dorms before finally managing to grab his hand turning him around as he ran his other hand through his hair in mild frustration though you were unsure of why he was suddenly losing it.  

“Dray, what’s wrong?” You asked softly as you cupped his cheek forcing him to look at you.  

“Mattheo trying to wind me up.” Draco huffed as he lit a cigarette and took a long drag.  

You stared at him as he visibly calmed down, you brought your second hand up stroking up and down his back as your other hand laced with his. He squeezed your hand softly before passing you the cigarette. You took the cigarette and took a slow drag before inhaling it looking at Draco who was watching you closely. You exhaled and passed it back to him before wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your breast against his firm chest making your cleavage more prominent.  

“I’m sorry, we should’ve just kept dancing.” You whispered softly.  

“It’s not your fault, it’s our friends thinking it's funny to out our kinks.” He snorted making your eyes widen a little he said ‘our’. 

“Is that what Mattheo was hinting at? That you like erotic asphyxiation as well?” You chuckled softly making him nod softly as he threw away the last bit of cigarette.  

“Daphne only asked because she thought it would be embarrassing for me if she exposed me to you.” You chuckled making his brow to furrow a little. 

“Nothing about what you said is embarrassing.” He stated as he cupped the back of your head his thumbs resting under your ear as they lightly stroked your jaw.  

“So since 2nd year?” You giggle making him roll his eyes.  

“You made that stupid rule about no dating any of us so I never bothered trying.” He huffed with an eye roll. 

“I’m here-by eliminating that rule.” You state with a smirk on your face.  

That was all it took for Draco’s lips to smash into yours with so much desperation you shivered. He’d kissed you for less than 4 seconds but it was the most wanted you’d ever felt. His hands tangled into your silky-smooth hair gripping at it tightly as he tilted your head to gain more access as his tongue met yours in a battle you gave up the second it started, bending to his every twist and turn.  

After a few minutes of making out he pulled away panting as he stared into your eyes, lust and something a little deeper shining in his eyes as you looked at him with a dazed expression. You didn’t know how to form words right now but you wanted to beg him to fuck you right here, even though you’d probably get caught. You wanted him so badly.  

“Your room.” Was all you could muster making his eyes widen at the desperation in your voice.  

“Ask properly, baby girl.” Draco instructed firmly causing your face flush and your knees to almost give out from under you.  

“Please take me to your room, Dray...N-Need you.” You stuttered breathlessly your hands clinging to his shirt tightly.  

“Good girl.” He whispered huskily into your ear before he began dragging you back to the dorm.  

You ignored the stares and cat calls from friends as Draco dragged you downstairs to his room. He instantly locked the door and cast a silencing spell without a single word before spinning around and lifting you up with ease, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you brought him in for another heated and passionate kiss as he lowered your intertwined bodies to the bed.  

“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt about having you in my bed.” Draco groaned as he began placing kisses down your neck, nipping every now and then.  

He began lifting his shirt off, throwing it off, before unbuckling his belt and throwing that away too. His hands slid up your thighs until they reached the hem of your short dress and he began peeling it up your torso as you sit up to let him unzip the top part of it before sliding the rest off and getting rid of the item completely. He shed his slacks, so you were both in your underwear, his eyes scanning your body so thoroughly you blushed.  

You could see the bulge in his boxers causing you to bite your lip in anticipation. You quickly shed your bra making him groan at the sight of your bare breasts. His hand drifted down your torso slowly, tracing all the way to the waistband of your panties. You gave him a nod as he slid them off and slid his own off as if trying to make you feel as comfortable as possible.  

You whimpered at the size of him, praying that he'd fit considering the rest of your partners have been barely average and his beautiful pale long and thick dick looked like something out of a porno.  

“Fuck.” You whispered more to yourself as you wrapped you hand around his rock-hard member.  

“Come here, baby, let me show you how a man should treat his woman.” Draco growled as he laid on his stomach and pressed a firm kiss to your wet folds before licking a stripe right down the slit.  

“O-Oh fuck.” You gasped as you spread your legs for him wider making him smirk.  

“Spreading your legs for me without me even asking, good girl.” He chuckled darkly before he spread your lips and began drawing slow random shapes with his tongue across the hood of your clit.  

You were so turned on it took everything in you not to just grab his hair and grind against his gorgeous face. You tried to keep your hips down, but when two of his long slender fingers pushed inside you as he began switching from hard to soft with his tongue, your hand gripped his pale blonde hair and you began thrusting against his fingers and tongue chasing the high you so desperately wanted.  

Draco backed away a little as he watched his fingers thrust in and out of you, like the sight of you was that mesmerising. You looked down at him as you let out a loud filthy moan as you felt his finger brush against the bundle of nerves inside your wet heat. Fuck did he mea-Ohh yeah, he meant to hit that, you thought blissfully. 

“D-Draco, keep going...right there.” You moaned as you felt your climax fast approaching.  

“That’s it, baby girl, cum for me.” Draco growled as he dipped back down and began sucking and licking your clit.  

“Oh f-fuck, D-Draco!” You moaned loudly. 

You let out a pornographic moan into the room as you finally came. Your head flung back as your eyes rolled back into your head, shaking from the intensity. Draco finally slowed to a stop before staring down at your pussy with a cocky smirk on his face that at any other point would make you want to slap him but right now you didn’t care. 

“You fucking squirted.” Draco whispers in amazement. 

“What?” You gasped as you sat up to look at how wet the bed was and the state of Draco’s he lifted the soaked hand to his mouth licking whatever he could which made you blush bright red.  

“God, you taste so good. Come here I’m gonna do that with my cock this time.” Draco chuckled darkly as he grips your throat.  

He lined himself up, squeezing your throat a little as he pushed the head of his dick inside your heat. You whimpered and moan as he, inch by inch, stretched you out making your eyes flutter shut as you try to take in the full feeling he was giving you. You gripped his arm forcing him to push a little harder on your neck making his eyes darken as he wrapped his hand more firmly round your throat making you let out a broken moan. 

You ran your sharp nails up his arms making him groan as he started thrusting inside you deep and slow. He moved to different angles until finally he hit that spot again making you cry out as you felt yourself clench around his member.  

“You like that, baby?” He teased, his tone husky.  

You nod your head as much as you could with him continuously squeezing and releasing your throat. His thrust started getting faster, fucking straight into your g-spot as he finally let go of your neck and brought his hand down your body to slowly circle your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let out continuous moans and cries of pleasure. 

“Ah ah, open your eyes, baby. I wanna watch you cum for me.” Draco groan as he lightly slapped the inside of your thigh making you gasp as you opened your eyes. 

Your eyes flickered to meet his icy grey ones as his pace grew rather animalistic. He was gripping your hip with one hand as the other was still drawing circles on your clit building you up. You arched your back off of the bed as you felt your orgasm fast approaching. 

“Dray..I’m gonn-” You moaned out clutching at the bed as if to ground yourself. 

“Not yet, baby.” He growled as his dick started swelling a little more inside you. 

“That’s it, darling. You take my cock so well, don’t you? Hmm, my little slut.” He groaned darkly and if someone had said you’d enjoy being called ‘slut’ in the bedroom you’d have called them a liar but the second Draco called it you, you clenched around him, your edge right there but without permission you held it back. 

“F-Fuck.” Draco stuttered out as his thrusting became sloppier. 

“Cum for me, baby girl.” He growled as he snapped his hips up in a few for harsh thrusts causing you both to finally cum. 

“Ahh…D-Draco!” You cried out as you felt yourself clenched around him milking him of his own orgasm. 

“Shit…Y/N.” he groaned as he took his hand off your clit and turned you both to the side, so you were laid down facing one another, his slowly softening member still inside you. 

You both laid there catching your breaths as Draco began stroking you hair and placing soft kisses on your cheeks and head. 

“Good girl. You did so good, baby.” He whispered softly making you smile on a dazed sort of way. 

You snuggled into his naked chest, content and happy as if you were floating. You’d never felt like this after sex. None of your other boyfriends had even taken the time to even check on you after sex let alone aftercare. His long nimble fingers grazed across your cheek making your eyes flutter open. 

“Did so good didn’t you, princess?” Draco whispered sweetly against your lips making you heart flutter happily as you gave him a shy nod. 

“T-Thank you.” You stuttered a little shy for someone who was just a slutty mess on his cock a minute ago. 

“Don’t have to thank me, baby.” Draco chuckled as you pulled out of you finally.  

You felt a sinking feeling in your stomach but tried to ignore it as he stood up. Was that it now? Should you get dressed and leave? You knew he liked you but that didn’t mean he wanted something more than this. Oh god no don’t cry! You thought as your eyes began to water. You went to sit up causing Draco to frown. 

“Stay there, baby. Gonna get a wash cloth-hey! Hey what’s the matter?” He asked urgently as he rushed back to the bed with his boxers now on. 

You blinked furiously as you tried to wipe away the evidence but it was too late. 

“I-I’m sorry…I don’t know why I’m…I’m so stupid.” You sniffled sadly as you looked down at your hands. 

“Hey don’t do that. You’re not stupid, love. You’re dropping.” He sighed softly as he took you in his arms. Did he mean sub drop? You thought curiously. 

“I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He whispered against your hair. 

“Was t-this a one-time thing?” You cried your cheeks tinting red at the embarrassment you were feeling.  

“Is that what your heads telling you, baby?” He asked sweetly making you nod yes in response. 

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ve been dreaming of you finally looking my way love and I’m not about to let you go now. You’re stuck with me for however long you’ll have me.” Draco chuckled softly making you look into his eyes. 

“R-Really?” You whispered softly as you clutched his biceps tightly. 

“Really.” He confirmed as he kissed your lips gently. 

After a few minutes you started to feel more like yourself and finally released your grip on him causing him to pull back and look down at you with the softest gaze you’d ever seen on Draco's face. 

“I’m gonna get a cloth and do a spell so we don’t end up with any tiny Malfoy’s running around then we can get some sleep, okay?” He told you carefully hoping you were calm enough now. 

“Okay, thank you.” You muttered sheepishly. 

He stood up and wandered over to the bathroom before coming back to wipe you down much to your insistence that you could do it. Then cast a small spell before passing you your panties and one of his Slytherin t-shirts that buried you. He slid into bed next to you before flicking his wand to unlock the door and undo the silencing spell. 

“Let’s get some sleep.” He whispered in your ear as you snuggles into his chest. 

However, before you could close your eyes the door bust open and all four of your friends stumbled onto the bedroom floor in a rather unsophisticated manner causing you and Draco to sit up with furrowed brows. 

“What are you lunatics doing?” Draco sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Sorry dude! Congrats on getting the girl of your dreams man!” Theo cheered drunkenly making Draco roll his eyes. 

“Get to bed you fucking idiots.” Draco huffed as he pulled you down again to snuggle into his chest. 

You giggled into his bare chest before closing your eyes and listen to the other two boys get into there beds as the girls disappeared out the room. They might be idiots but they were your best friends and you couldn’t believe one of them was now more than a friend…it felt like everything was finally falling into place. 

[stitchwraith-stingers]

I would like to hear a FOP (or ANW) headcanon for any of your favorite female characters. Smiles

I WAS ABOUT TO GO TO BED.................. HNGHGNGGHNGHNGHNG UNLEASHES A PACK OF DOGS ON YOU (LOVENGLY)

trixie tang

her family is kinda confusing??? shes adopted, but then her father remarried so her step brothers are chad n tad but then he got divorced AGAIN and kept the twins custody

her father also implanted the idea of "everyone should give you attention because umm money i guess" whomp whomp

i imagine if she got out of her shell more and was like, ur typical kid shed be kinda snarky n cheeky.... elbowing u and jokenly insulting you type of deal

the zone outer... shes just like me where after 20 min of class shed just spontaiously start to not pay attention and forget... idk how to explain it like when everything just feels so light that thing

by the time middle school rolled around she started to slightly blend in more w the crowd cuz no one rlly cared much for the idea of popular kids that much, started to rebel against her father while doing that (intentionally picking less fashionable clothing when going outside by herself etc)

she still likes fashion though, its just a VERY minor interest

probably has a obscure webcomic with a patreon chloe carmicheal

she gives me horse girl vibes, if you show her mlp she will completely loose her shit

the lonley-er....... ppl found her kinda werid cuz of the fact she stayed at the top of her classes and so they just kinda speak to her weridly (<- projecting cuz this is somewhat happening to me idk whats their problem either)

has a horrible habit of impulse buying random nicknacks if let loose cuz she hasnt rlly thought about it

probably becomes rlly close friends w kevin!!!!! aj and chester look at her from afar like small ktitens being introducted to a whole home and looking all puffed up, sanjay and elmer are indifferent lmao

im going to be so honest chef she is probably going down a rlly happy jolly girl -> completely deranged and lost it if shes still staying w her helicopter parents

chronic liar for useless information, she can already do anything (litterly) so its like, why not, but also because if she shows she fucked up its like the world is ending next tuesday

probably watches a bunch of random movies

hazel wells

slaps roof of car this kid could hold so much anxiety and stress inside her

she has SLEEP PROBLEMS!!!! and probably has alot of nightmares... TERRIFYING!!!!

she just happens to know how to play the drums

she HATES strong smells, and is extremely sensitive to onion

hates eye contact..... dont stare at her like that

her main stim is rocking back and fourth, she could be doing is mindlessly in class and the kid in the back would constantly tell her to stop doing that, shes trying to stop doing it buttt its not working out too well for her

she also really likes those tangle stim toys....

i went more indepth abt her autistic traits here

the crane wives liker

therian!!!!!!! jackalope!!!!!!!!!

transgirl, her fathers a transman... twinning

idk where to put this but arospec lesbian cuz im also one yay

she can barely cook on her own, like yeah fries and noodles are just fine but pancakes and bacon are notttt going to go well

she has the most bizzare turn of hyperfixations, and its mostly of things ppl dont tihnk about, like one day she could wake up and go "hm yknow i saw a really cool chair the other day at walmart" and completely spiral

she NEEDS to let her emotions out!!!!! she bottles them up like she could be so pissed at someone and still just smile at them and go yep bye untill a certain point, she should punch a wall and scream i think, i would let her

she lived next to a mine back in the day and antony just showed her around n it all went downhill from there

yk the way ppl would bully autistic kids before they knew it like they went in such a specific way, that thing happened to her so she didnt really have friends, she and jasmine just clicked and were like "huh werid that never happened before" neurodivergent to neurodivergent communication

jasmine tran

i have a whole post for this thing so

INATTENTIVE ADHD!!!!! UNDIAGNOSED!!!!!!!EXECUTIVE DYSFUNCTION AND REJECTION SENSITIVE DYSPHORIA AND ATTENTION SPAN HELL

i also have the same thing going on so ik this is ooc but shes always slightly insecure abt showing what she likes, but she still does it anyway so its like an oxymoron...... if that makes sense

she also has just rlly bad memory in general, like the planets of the solar system, dont get her started on math

stays up wayy late at night so occasonally you will see her sleep in class

LOVES EYECONTACT!!!!!!!!!! SHE CANT SMILE WELL BUT SHE WILL DO IT ANYWAY!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT IF U TELL HER SHES SCARY SHE IS GOING TO HIDE IN HER ROOM FOR THE NEXT 6 DAYS

grew up with a family who loved to playfully make fun of eachother often but she just couldnt tell

was THIS close to being assigned a fairy untill fearless which was like the catalyst on why shed have one and then they dropped her case, however life can be dream and i still gave her one anyway

BITER! BITER! BITER! so much chewlery, and shes so used to this that when her grandma packed her lunches with metal cutlery instead she STILL has bitten the handle expencting it to be wooden but ends up shocking her teeth in the end, she also does it out of stress but thats not as common anymore

also has pica but i already made an indepth post abt it replying to you so

popular on pinterest, makes moodboard requests on tumblr

xenofiction liker, rip jasmine u wouldve loved selling neon wolf adopts for 10 points on deviantart

on that note, i know damn well she'd have the warrior cats art style, thats her one thing like the moment winn recognised the characters she turned tothem with a stone sfx you know the one, her fave characters r sorreltail n mothwing btw if u even care, she has secrelty made every kid at school she knows a character based off them in a story shes brainstorming

angela wells

had a godparent read my lore boy

had SUCH a hard time with depression and anxiety during her early kid years, she was such a wreck, and got better as she got into teenhood dw (unless you count the time she got postpartum depression)

also had codependancy problems regarding godparent mentioned above, hazel gets those from her whoops

is def ace but it hasnt rlly set in for her yet yk, like she knows abt how different she feels but shes just like meh whatever . shes 45

didnt have a bad relationship w her family, just didnt like to share her feelings w her family, which is what shes trying to not do

i think this was specified in canon? but she does notttt really know how kids work psychologically speaking... she read psychology books for older people when she was strating to recover slowly and bc she was like 13 she was like wow im so mature with how im handling this and might be accidently handling hazel the same treatment, but also bc she didnt rlly go in the field of specifically childrens psychology, she doesnt do it out of malicious intent it could just probably backfire on you in 5 years if that makes sense

probably also autistic . looks away

[delanceyposting]

Hi guys heres some of my delancey brothers hcs while i take a break from Drawing because i have So many. Grammar may not be the best because irdc rn. Tws for child and spousal ab*se, s/h

•oscar is the older brother (18-19) and morris is the younger brother (17-18)

•their father was ab*sive towards them, and also abused their mother.

•they dumped them at the refuge when they were 7/8, where they stayed until they were about 14/15 before ending up with Wiesel. You may be wondering; how did they end up with Wiesel? The answer is that i have not thought that through yet.

•Wiesel pities them. He still treats them like his employees rather than his nephews, but hes a lot less harsh on them than others.

•theyre highly affectionate with eachother in private (cuddling/holding hands/etc) (NOT IN A WEIRD WAY)

•they sleep in a bed together, and they cant sleep without the other next to them. It started in the refuge when Morris would climb into Oscars bunk in the middle of the night. The rest is history

•they get anxious when theyre apart for long periods of time

•morris hates other people (except for Oscar ofc) touching him. Whenever someone tries to sling their arm around his shoulder or pat him on the back he physically recoils.

•oscar is incredibly protective of Morris and will beat the shit out of someone if they hurt him bad enough

•oscar only allows himself to be emotionally vulnerable around morris

•morris calls Oscar ‘Ossie’

•oscar reads to morris at night. Its not that he cant read himself, but he likes when oscar does it more.

•oscar is more emotionally closed off than his brother. Morris is more likely to be the one to say “i love you” first or instigate any form of affection (again, NOT IN A WEIRD WAY. THIS IS BROTHERLY AFFECTION)

•morris has a history of self harm (bashing his head into/punching walls, purposely getting into fights and then letting them soak him, picking at his skin)

•morris is covered in cuts and bruises, oscar also has some but not as many as his brother

•they carry shivs around with them. They hardly ever have to use them, considering they use their fists most of the time, but its jic

•morris is more noticeably dependent on oscar, but in actuality, oscar is more dependent on him.

•oscar takes it as his obligation as Morris’ big brother to look after him

•morris can read oscar like an open book

•oscar has mild ocd, morris has an anxiety disorder

•abandonment/trust issues.

•theyre both aromantic (possibly demiromantic in certain context but theyd have to trust them a LOT)

•theyre not frequent smokers, but theyll split a cigar once in a while

•they like to play card games and billiards in their free time

•hes not an expert, but morris can play simple piano pieces

•morris can also sew. He mends all of their clothes.

Thats all i can think of right now, but i may edit this post later on if i think of anymore. Enjoy Delancey Nation

[just-antithings]

The situation with Harry Potter fandom makes me wanna put my head through a wall.

I saw comments on a post that said "if you have a Harry Potter url I think you should kill yourself <3"

Like. What the fuck.

Dont get me wrong, I HATE jkr. Along with the transphobia, there's the antisemitic goblins, Asian stereotypes (Cho Chang really??), the fact that she said her werewolves were a metaphor for AIDS when there were explicitly "bad" werewolves who spread their "disease" to children on purpose, the fact that she made a race of magical creatures slaves and then mocked the one character going against the enslavement (but it's fine because they LIKE being enslaved) (also this character she also later attempted to retcon by saying she's Black. Big yikes), also the running joke of the one Irish character exploding things (written by a British woman in the nineties so there's some Implications there). She's bad. No one should support her, so no buying the games, books, movies, etc unless they're second hand.

And I know there are plenty of fans who agree with her, and seeing someone mention liking the franchise could raise some red flags.

BUT.

Why the fuck do you go after creators of fanworks?? Jkr doesn't get shit from that, first of all. Second, she's mentioned previously she doesn't want any fanworks that aren't "kid-friendly", so anything with smut/queer characters other than Token Retcon Gay Mr. Dumblydoor would probably make her shit herself.

But newsflash! A lot of creators suck! Taking it out on people who separate the content from the creator and are just doing this for comfort reasons, people who KNOW why she's wrong and have often been a target of that bullshit themselves? Jerk behavior.

Im nonbinary. I loved Harry Potter growing up. I grew out of it before a lot of this came out, but it still fuckin hurt. I'm just so sick of people taking it out on those making fanworks that don't even support jkr instead of...yknow...going after jkr herself. You're just punching down to the people already hurt, because you can't do shit to the one who hurt them and you need to take out your rage somewhere ig.

Anyway fuck jkr fuck transphobes who like her and fuck these people man

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