#ugly and evil loser boyfriend

[beenbaanbuun]

guess w/ jung wooyoung

words - idk… stream brat 🥰

genre - smut

warnings - dom!wooyoung, little dick!wooyoung, panties!wooyoung, hes a little shit in this, f!bodied reader (no boobs mentioned), foot play, mild cock stepping, gagging, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, degradation (loser), i think that’s it but tell me if i missed anything

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“can we play a game?” wooyoung asks as soon as he steps into the bedroom the both of you share. his hair is still damp from the shower, dripping little droplets onto his tan chest. you follow one of them with your eyes, watching as it rolls over his pecs, and then his stomach, before meeting its end as it soaks into the waistband on his grey sweats. you swallow thickly as your gaze flickers back up to meet his, arrogant and cocky as it so often is. the heat that rises to your face contradicts the way you roll your eyes and scoff, and wooyoung doesn’t believe your little act for a second.

he dives onto the bed, immediately shuffling closer until he’s able to wipe his mess of damp hair against the skin of your neck. the temptation to wriggle away is strong, but then he wraps his arms around your waist and traps you there. evil little brat, you think to yourself as his pretty giggles fill your ears. even then you can’t help but smile.

“get off of me,” you groan, wriggling your arm between the two of you in a desperate attempt to jimmy you apart. he doesn’t move an inch, much to your dismay, “you’re that desperate to get beaten in mario kart again?”

he smiles into your neck, lifting his mouth to your skin to nip at you gently. again, you try to shift but to no avail; you’re well and truly trapped in his grasp.

“you say that like you always beat me,” he purrs.

“because i do?” you laugh in response. he gives your side a nip with his fingers to quieten you down.

“well maybe i want to play a different game, baby,” wet lips press to the sensitive spot just below your ear. they suck gently, pulling a soft sigh from your lips. this time you don’t try and pull away; you simply fall limp in his grasp and let him mark you up. the fact that you have work in the morning is one you’re choosing to ignore. “maybe,” he whispers upon pulling away, “i want to play a game i know i’ll win.”

upon hearing those words, something inside of you sparks to life. a side of you that only rears its ugly head in instances like this, when your boyfriend chooses to set you a challenge he knows you can’t refuse. it’s a certain bloodlust you get in the face of competition; the urge to crush your components to nothing before taking the victory for yourself. wooyoung finds it hot for some reason, but you can’t help but feel like that isn’t why he’s challenging you now. you look at him out of the corner of your eye.

“why?” you ask, “what’s the catch?”

he smirks against your neck before drawing his teeth slowly across your pulse point. in a past life, there’s no way he wasn’t a vampire… either that or some sort of feral rat.

“if you win, i’ll do whatever you tell me to,” he bites down and you let out a half-pained, half-pleasured whimper. it’s music to his ears, his own soft moan buzzing through you as it escapes his lips. he pulls back ever so slightly, his tongue tumbling over his lips to lap at the teeth marks littering your skin. “but if i win, you do whatever i tell you to.”

it’s tempting, you have to admit. even with wooyoung acting so confident that he’ll win, you can’t help but feel that excited little buzz beneath your skin whenever the two of you engage in friendly—unless it’s monopoly—competition. realistically you should’ve thought about it more before nodding your head…

“sure, baby,” you hum, “tell me what i have to do to win.”

“you won’t,” he sounds so smug.

“just tell me, wooyoung.”

he laughs against your neck before pulling away. you almost miss the contact, especially when a cold draft ripples through the room and brushes against that wet patch of skin he left in his wake. there’s an urge to scold him, to tell him off for wiping his sodden locks all over your soft skin, but as he crawls his way to sit between your calves, all complaints are forgotten. a warm hand comes to rest on your bare kneecap, tender and teasing as his fingers doodle patterns upon your thigh.

“guess the colour of my underwear,” he commands, letting his hand slip up your thigh. it comes to rest where the hemline of his oversized t-shirt sits, just barely covering anything at all. fuck, he knows how to get you hot and bothered; he’s actually rather talented at it. “three tries baby; you’ll need them…”

and with that, he dips his fingers below his t-shirt that covers your torso and hooks his fingers beneath your panties. your breath hitches in your throat as he tugs them aside, that very same draft brushing over your core. you’re wetter than you realised, you think to yourself as a shiver runs up your spine; it makes it so very easy for his fingers to slide up your folds.

and for a second you can’t think of anything other than that, the pads of his fingers rubbing against you, barely touching your clit before moving back down to collect more of your wetness from your dripping hole. every time you think he’s going to slip a finger inside of you, he moves it away to tease you some more. he gives you everything and nothing at the same time, touching you, but never where you want. you shoot him a look of displeasure to which he responds with a smirk.

“guess, baby,” he says with a wicked smirk as he just barely touches your clit, “you won’t get your prize unless you at least try.”

there’s an annoying lilt to his voice that you wish you could rip from his throat. it’s so clear that he thinks he’s in charge, that he’s going to defeat you. he isn’t, you try and convince yourself as you let the word ‘black’ fall from your lips; most of his underwear is black, after all. your resolve crumbles a little when he shakes his head and throws you a smirk.

fuck.

perhaps black was too obvious of a guess. almost all of his underwear is black—it would be silly of him to have such confidence in himself if his underwear was just… a regular wooyoung colour. you almost let out a sound of dismay, only for it to be rudely interrupted by a moan as wooyoung inserts a single lithe finger into your hole, right to the hilt. you squirm, trying to get him to brush up against that all-important spot. he doesn’t, simply pulling it free from your core once more.

“fuck you, woo,” you whine as he giggles to himself, “i guess red! you’re wearing those stupid red boxers i hate because you’re an annoying little shit!”

his giggles only grow as he shakes his head once more. “one more guess, baby; what’s it going to be?”

you ponder for a second or two, wracking your brain over every single item of underwear you know he owns. you do his washing so it should be easy for you, but all you’re coming up with is black, black, grey, red, black. it’s not black, and it’s not red, and grey seems like such an easy guess…

that’s when it strikes you; the perfect answer. it fits so well, what, with wooyoung being a little trickster and all. you let out a heavy breath, a soft chuckle following it. “you’re not wearing underwear, are you?” you feel so smart saying it, so proud of yourself for figuring it out! the little shit loves to work in riddles, every single bone in his body screaming mischief.

but then his face lights up in a wicked grin and you know in that moment that you’ve lost. you don’t need the words that follow, or the cocky shaking of his head as he pops his dirtied finger in his mouth. the evil look in his eyes as he slurps your juices from his digit is enough to let you know just what you’re in for. part of you wants to argue, to tell him that he’s cheated in some way and barter an extra guess out of him. he won’t give it to you though; you know him well enough to know that he’s about as gracious at winning as you are at losing. you swallow your complaints down and fold your arms.

“well what are you wearing then?” you huff. he shrugs as he pulls his finger from his mouth with a pop.

“i don’t know, baby,” he bites his lip, “why don’t you come and take a look, hm?”

you roll your eyes, a deep sigh leaving your lips. “wooyoung, don’t be a dick,” you say, gently nudging him with your toes. just as you’re about to withdraw them, he grabs your foot and drags it onto his lap. you can feel his bulge, although a little small, rock into the sole of your foot, and wooyoung moans beautifully. even you can’t deny how beautiful he sounds, even if he is an annoying little brat.

“i think you’re forgetting who won,” he moans as he rocks into the appendage again, not even trying to hide his desperation as he humps your foot. you can see it in the way his teeth sink into his lips, so close to drawing blood, hear it in the tiny sounds he makes as he rocks back and forth, feel it in the way his clothed cock presses against your foot over and over. you can’t help but press down a little, just enough for it to send a jolt through his spine as a mixture of pain and pleasure courses through his body. he’s quick to put a stop to it, his grip tightening as he pushes your foot away from him. “i’m in charge tonight, my little demon. you lost, after all.”

he puts a hand on either leg, pinning them in place as he shuffles up the bed. your legs are forced apart, wooyoung settling between your thighs, just within arms reach. “now be a good little loser and take a look for yourself, hm?” he smirks down at you, “i know you’re not very good at letting other people win, but you can at least give me my prize, can’t you?” his hands snake up your thighs until they’re gripping at the fat of your hips. no doubt there’ll be fingertip-shaped bruises by tomorrow morning, but you’ve had worse; you’ve had your ass painted pink for days before. this is nothing.

with gritted teeth, you unfold your arms and thrust your hands out to grab at his waistband. you waste no time in tugging it down, desperate to see what he could possibly be wearing that made him so sure he was going to win, only to see….

holy fuck.

you choke on your spit as your hands drop to your sides. it’s nothing like what you were expecting, and yet it’s better than anything you could’ve dreamed of. you see pretty pastel pink, but more importantly you see lace. lots and lots of lace. you can see right through it, right to his pretty little cock that strains against it, red and leaking precum all over the translucent material. his cock was made for underwear like that; so dainty and precious. you want to touch it, feel its heat through the soft material, but you’re frozen; your eyes shift to wooyoung’s for guidance.

“see, loser?” his voice is so condescending and if you weren’t so incredibly turned on by his pretty little dick in those pretty little panties, perhaps you would’ve put up a fight. as it is, all you can do is stare up at him with parted lips and wide eyes. it’s like all your self-respect has crumbled at the simple sight of some lace imprints on your boyfriend's cock. “they’re pink!” he dips his head down until it's next to your ear, “now take them off.”

you nod slowly, his words sinking slowly into your brain like syrup. without even thinking, your hands move to his hips and your fingers slip beneath the waistband. they slip easily over his hips and down his smooth thighs to meet where the waistband of his sweats sits. you drag them down too and when you get to his knees, he lifts them without you even having to say please. it’s kind of him; you half expected him to make you beg. you lean forward, bumping your head against his chest as you tug them over his calves and finally over his feet.

you shift back against the headboard once more, dangling the panties between you like a dog bringing something to show its master. you’re unusually proud of yourself, to say you’d done so little. god, you need to get a hold of yourself.

but then he presses a tender kiss to your head and that thought slips away. you let yourself get swept up in the moment once more, your brain slowing down as wooyoung silently praises you. you lost, you remind yourself, and for the first time, it doesn’t make you feel something ugly. you lost and now wooyoung is in control and you’re okay with that. he pulls back and looks at you with a lovingly possessive gaze and yeah; you really are okay.

“put them in your mouth,” he says and you waste all but a millisecond thinking about it before actually responding to his command. your jaw drops and your lips open wide and the salty taste of precum mixed with the rough texture of the lace fills your mouth. it’s not exactly nice, but it still sends electricity running down your spine. one that heads straight to your core. if wooyoung weren’t sitting between them, you’d have squeezed them together to stop the empty ache that sits deep within your cunt. you need something inside of you; you need his cock.

your eyes flicker down to it and you can’t hold back a whimper. it’s only natural upon seeing something so pretty. whilst not necessarily long or thick, you find it to be perfect. it’s pretty in a way that you’ve never seen before; a pretty pale shaft topped with a pretty pink tip smeared with his pretty pearlescent precum. pretty, pretty, pretty. it’s the only word that really does it justice! and fuck does it feel good inside of you. gone are the days of the often painful stretch of a fat cock bullying its way into your under-prepared hole. now all you need is one or two fingers and the job is done. it's heavenly to not have to let your body get used to it first, to dive right into pleasure without having to force yourself to just relax into the pain.

there’s no voice whispering ‘is that good?’ in your ear when it’s, in fact, anything but good and there’s no one to tell you to ‘moan just like that’ when you’d rather be moaning because it feels good, not because it hurts. perhaps it just speaks volumes about the men you’ve been fucked by in the past, but you have no doubt that even if wooyoung was hung like a horse, it would still be the best dick you’ve ever had.

you attempt to buck your hips up to meet his, whining pathetically around your makeshift gag when his hands keep you pinned to the mattress. he chuckles, an annoying grin rising to his face as you begin to squirm in his grasp. you want it, but he won’t give it to you. even when he’s in charge he’s a little fucking brat.

“words, honey,” he says through a laugh, “oh, wait; you can’t can you? silly me… guess you’ll just have to take what i give you, baby,” he slips his fingers into the waistband of your own panties, tugging until you take the hint and lift your hips. he hums a quiet praise before tugging them down past the curve of your ass. you lift your legs to give him room to pull them completely free before flopping them back down onto the bed unceremoniously. the dominant masks he wears cracks just enough for him to pass a fond smile in your direction. it’s cute, but it’s gone within the blink of an eye. “if you need to tell me something, you take those panties out of your mouth. yellow or red, remember?”

you nod as his hands find their way back to your hips. they tug you closer until you can feel his cock grazing against your slick pussy. he bucks up against you, dragging himself through your wetness until his tip bumps softly against your clit. your eyes flutter closed as he does it again, and again, before drawing back and lining himself up.

he slides into you, the familiar shape of his member filling you up just enough to ease that empty ache you were feeling only moments before. it’s not long before he bottoms out, and when he does you hear him sigh. it’s long and deep and lets you know just how good you feel wrapped around him. it feels nice to know your pussy is appreciated.

wooyoung draws his hips back slowly before snapping them forward once more. his pelvis brushes up against your mound and you can’t help but let out a shuddered breath. you want to toy with yourself. to play with your clit and make your walls flutter around him, but he hasn’t given you permission yet. you don’t know if he even will give you permission. maybe he’ll just fuck you until he’s finished and keep you on the edge as punishment for losing. you wouldn’t be surprised; it is wooyoung after all.

but he puts your mind at ease when he slips his thumb over your sensitive bud, giving it a few gentle flicks before adding more pressure to it. you whine as he rubs circles against your wet folds, lubricating his movements as he draws pretty little sounds from your mouth. you can hear just how wet you are from the sticky sound it makes when he plays with you, but you don’t have the brain capacity to be embarrassed by it when he’s fucking you so good.

his pace is perfect, his size is delicious, and the way he plays with your clit has you seeing stars. wooyoung knows your body better than anyone that came before him and for that you adore him. he can play you like a fiddle, knowing exactly where to put his hands to pull the prettiest of sounds from your lips. within minutes he has you teetering on that all-important edge…

“fuck,” he groans as his hips begin to lose their rhythm, “baby, need you to cum first, okay?” he sucks a breath between his teeth as the speed at which his thumb moves against you increases. you keen into the panties, the sound muffled by the material. wooyoung lets his gaze flicker up to meet yours, “please, baby; i need to cum so bad but i can’t unless you do it first. baby please, cum for me. please, please, pl—”

you cut him off with a moan as you finally reach your climax, the world plummeting around you as you let your pleasure wash over you. your eyes squeeze tight and your pussy clenches tight around your boyfriend’s cock, pushing him to release his load inside of you. his own moan mixes perfectly with yours, harmonising to create a perfect little symphony; a song of pleasure that you could hear on repeat for hours and never get bored. blood rushes through your ears, acting as an instrumental to your song. it sounds perfect, and it’s over all too soon.

wooyoung lets himself collapse on top of you, cock still inside of you as it returns to its flaccid state. immediately the dominance melts away leaving your cuddly boyfriend behind who once again seems intent on rubbing his wet hair into the crevice of your neck. the stands rub against the bite mark from earlier and you can’t help but grunt in complaint at the sensitive mark being touched so carelessly. a hand slips up to pull the panties from your mouth and you toss them to the other side of the room in dismay.

“get your soggy head away from me,” you mumble, trying to push wooyoung away as he folds himself around you like origami. it’s like nothing had even transpired between you; no pink panties, no competition, no being fucked by your weirdly bratty dom of a boyfriend. it’s weird, yet it feels so natural. “you’re so annoying.”

“what?” he asks, “it’s not like you’re not going to have to hit the shower yourself. we can go together to save water!” you give him a light tap to the side of the head.

“get fucked, wooyoung,” despite your dismay, you wrap your arms around him and hold him close, “if you think i’m letting you fuck me in the shower after last time, you’re severely mistaken.”

he sighs, and you can tell he’s rolling his eyes without even having to look at his face.

“wooyoung,” you scoff, “you’re such a brat.”

[hellosweetie99]

Here’s a list of my fav fic tags I’ve seen…Enjoy

Chekov’s sex bag

SWORD IN ASS SATURDAY

Homoerotic fossil collection

Passive aggressive nakedness

Blatant misuse of watermelon

The mortifying ordeal of getting your head stuck in a peanut butter jar

This is set in America…sorry

Possessed squirrel

The trio suffers

The grapes are their own character

Dark Ratatouille

Whiny boyfriend doms the undead

Pranks are meant to be silly…like mpreg

New year new kink

Hahaha ouchie

Cock cage (romantic)

Being a lawyer is kinda gay like wdym your job is getting guys off??

Starfire strap color discourse

Science fiction written by a liberal arts major

Doing cute stuff with a decapitated head

HEY MONSTERFUCKERS PSPSPS FOOD FOR YOU

Jealousy as lube

Basically I took one good look at canon and went 'no'

he gets laid in FUCKING JORTS

Kink is just LARP that makes you cum

I wasn't even planning that but the bisexual gods spoke to me

Barry Allen is a human vibrator

Traveler, that Kavehussy got me acting unwise

Evil cuddling

CBT; As In Cock And Ball Torture In Case You Think I Mean Cognitive Behavioral Therapy

Women topping the fuck out of men

Pussy can't heal a broken man but pegging can make him rethink what he's done.

I'm about to slap him on his he/him pussy

Angelic Grace as Lube

Not a cinnamon roll or a war criminal but a secret third thing

Don’t YOU go adventuring with your pussy out?

Weird freaky cannibal sex

Fellas is it gay to receive a dick pic from your archenemies

scott pilgrim vs the 97 lost dr who episodes

10K WORDS OF FOREPLAY AND A BJ

Sorry, it’s for the vibes

Blood sacrifice? More like their wedding

This is true 2009 faggotry

DO NOT USE PAINT AS LUBE

He’s so stupid I need to fuck him

Vampirism or sodomy?

Viktor’s unfortunate foot thing

This is zero percent furry sorry

The ugly duckling but in a really freak way

The Doctor - - -> nest parasite

Accidental pet acquisition (dragon)

Stimming with a deadly weapon

Oh my god it’s fish porn

Clit reveal!

Petition to name it Lesbian Who

Eating a meal with the man you want to study under a microscope

Spydoc are pegging eachother in my Google docs

Psychosexually torturing an old man as quality time

Lan Wangji is a loser trapped in a hot man’s body

Is Xie Lian brat taming? He just might be

They don’t fuck. They do however get a bit bloody

[lesbianrobin]

if they made mike wheeler gay + byler canon at the end of stranger things i think that would be some of the most evil shit of all time. has el not suffered enough? you have to make her boyfriend dump her for her ugly loser brother and then bam roll credits??? sick and fucking twisted can the girl have ONE win in her entire life please

[the-blue-phantom]

the whole thing about This Girl's a Killer by Emma Wells is that it COULD have been a good book if it had taken its basic premise (female serial killer that only kills abusive or predatory men) and gone one of two directions with it: either making it a full satire of that genre of book or by making it a more serious analysis of it all. Instead it played it completely straight.

Which, sure, whatever that's fine and the story they wanted to tell and I could have probably enjoyed it just fine if it weren't for the fact that Cordelia Black is sooooo fucking bad at being a serial killer and if Wells hadn't set up the first half of the book for a perfect twist of "Cordelia is absolutely losing it and spiraling further and further". Or even if Wells hadn't been so desperate for Cordelia to be someone you like and root for.

I spent the first 40 pages of the book being beaten over the head with Cordelia telling us how meticulous and careful and good at killing she is, and then the rest of the book she's stumbling around barely able to cover up the murder she impulsively committed (as opposed to the ones she carefully planned out). I could have forgiven that as a side effect of her being off her game, but I did get the vibe that I was supposed to think that all the bad decisions she was making were a sign of her meticulous planning and it was just other people getting in the way of it, rather than a fundamental flaw with the whole plan.

But really the biggest crime is everything with Simon, her best friend's boyfriend. Cordelia meets him and is immediately under the impression that he's a bad guy. He's a bad man and shouldn't date her best friend. And he is a bit of a creep--he's possessive and controlling, but so is Cordelia. And one of the first things you find out about her is that she's a control freak with a temper and has driven off all of her best friend's boyfriends! So when she kills him on impulse and was desperately trying to convince herself that he was actually a monster who deserved it I was like yes! yes! She's going to have to deal with the fact that she killed someone who maybe didn't "deserve" it! And we'll dig more into her negative traits and how they damage or affect others around her! BUT THEN A PAGE LATER SHE FINDS PHOTOS IN HIS PHONE THAT CONFIRM HE WAS A PREDATOR????? Which killed the rest of the book for me tbh, but I shouldn't have been surprised because two things we find out about Cordelia (and this world as a whole) is that a) only men are predators and women are perpetual victims and b) Cordelia can simply tell when men are horrible evil bad people she should kill for the betterment of everyone else.

There was also an absolutely laughable line where she says she "unlearned internalized toxic misogyny" which essentially means that she's a girly girl now and hates her past self who was a huge loser and pathetic or whatever and now every single woman she doesn't like (or that is just poorer than her) is an ugly redneck loser who is vapid and only wants designer bags, as if Cordelia herself isn't so shallow that she name drops every brand name in existence.

This book set itself up to have something interesting to say and explore and then completely dropped the ball at the halfway point because the author had no interest in anything other than making Cordelia a hashtag girlboss girl's girl with a ride or die bestie who was also way too chill with helping her best friend hide her boyfriend's body after finding his head in Cordelia's fridge. Also why did Cordelia leave it unwrapped? Why did she let her best friend help dispose of the body when the entire rest of the book she was desperately trying to keep her from getting involved? Who knows! I certainly don't and I'm not sure Wells does either outside of "ride or die best friends".

[zukkacore]

I want the director’s cut of. Honestly the entirety of if you want divinity. I’ll take whatever you’re willing to talk about. I need to just stare out a window for awhile. I feel like crying. Wow. Amazing story stunning stunning stunning.

HELLO FRIEND SCREAMS thank you so much you know how meaningful it is that people like. Like my writing and engage with it and you've been so sosososo incredibly sweet. Sorry yours took the longest, I was trying to think of something to say bc apparently there's a word limit on these things. Boo. I would totally do a total annotated doc otherwise bc im cringe but i went over like a LOT of the references stuff in Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 which honestly. Might be a lot of the process.

Imma see if I have any other notes off the top of my head:

THE POSTER: ok, so. The WEAKNESS IS PAIN LEAVING THE BODY poster. Obviously that's a bit of an ironic joke. That wasn't even really supposed to be there. I'm realizing i kept in the draft the fact that Jace makes the picture frames on Porter's desk rattle. And actually, during the implied Cassandra Divine Intervention scene where the poster falls, was originally supposed to be one of the pictures on the desk. I... couldn't justify it. I was like. idk whats weird n whats not to have as a framed picture on your desk if you're a teacher.

I'm like. Genuinely I think one of my biggest flaws as a writer is sensory detail, description, like maintaining characters geography w/in a space. King of white wall syndrome. At the bare minimum, I do think there's this kinda funny old vs. new feeling regarding Jace's belongings, his home, etc. Or like. I guess not kitsch but like something mass market vs. very old and traditional. Like the couch in my head like something small, ugly and modern, like very minimalist and kinda uncomfortable, and something a lot of people would own. But there's also the grandfather clock in the corner—to me that's also something that was passed down like the brooch. The brooch, moon n stars, obviously n heirloom—he's has like old roots in fallinel, his family is of Galicaean faith. But also The brooch is described in the same scene as the mug Porter keeps, and it's the most generic millenial like mass market slogan thing you've ever seen. There's this like. Presence of his family's influence even if he doesn't speak to them. But also a life that's. Kinda on autopilot.

I.... i always feel like I'm patting myself on the back abt this. I do really like the Detect magic + Teleport meld. I think it was clever. I'm telling myself that's ok to say. Mainly b/c it was a good solution to two problems. And a little bit b/c I think it's romantic to rip through space and time for someone. Again, I keep joking that he loved Porter to the point of invention (something i only feel self congratulatory about bc he did it in canon first).

Anyway. I was struggling SO HARD on what to do about these flashback scenes and i've said this before but like they were so close to being on the cutting room floor. I just felt like i couldn't justify them in something that was meant to be kinda... fun? Haha. "fun" IYWD. As if. The Detect thoughts i think helped with what to do about inserting those flashbacks, which i think helped resolve my problem of them feeling pointless b/c its like. It's not for our benefit, it's literally the memories weighing on Porter at like all times. They hang over everything.

The Teleport part was bc i was like. Ok. This is the biting maiming killing dropping during sex couple. If there's a question of "you can do anything you want to me", there HAS to be an escalation of stakes. But also this doesn't feel like a story that necessitates like. A lot of violence in their kinkplay I guess? When there's so much else going on, there's so much like about mourning and the violence already inflicted on Jace twofold that's actually a source of guilt for his horrible evil loser boyfriend porter. I already went through a LOT of contrivance just to get them into Porter's office (i think the fucking in porter's office jokes are fun, sue me), but I also was like. Ok. I think I need to go bigger by going smaller. If he changes the spell to rip through time, there's this like—doubling that makes it so on some level they're basically recreating their first time. Which i think makes the kinda silly vanilla (with little bit of mind reading lol) mundanity of that last part hopefully work

Fun Fact: the "I actually kinda miss you, aint that peculiar" "I'm right here" scene is the first one I wrote. It was basically the basis for everything. As it existed then, it was wayyyyy different tho. The tone was actually a lot more hostile. The patching up injuries thing actually came in way later and i was super embarrassed bc i was like that's so cliche but now i like it b/c i think there's such a Ratgrinders haunt the narrative thing about it. A Jace Cares and that's the thesis of Porter's grief thing about it.

The "there it is, the line" "you're so weird" into he never wants porter to stop saying mystifying things to him. Like. Completely changed the trajectory of what was going on almost by accident. Like. It literally wasn't until that moment that i was like. Oh. Oh. He wants porter to stay. B/c like

I see so much of the 1st half of the story as Jace like. Using Porter's want for him as a way to satisfy his own wants and needs. He wants pleasure after denying himself. But he also needs to live. I keep saying he's using sex as a tool b/c i really think he is—he wants to be so good porter can never live without him. And on level one, that's about making sure he's indispensible. Making sure he stays alive. But the second thing thats buried under there is more of a want—for Porter to stay with him. And that changed it from Jace actually fighting to have the upper hand and in some ways even getting Porter on the back foot to it being like. Actual desperation.

How many Jaces are in this story? Good question. Pre and post shatterstar for sure, but also we only see Pre in flashbacks so they're more like Porter's perception of pre. The clones are implied but do not make an appearance. And obviously after the first 5, the other jaces w/in 8 Jace thesis are more concepts in people's heads (and also one of them is 25). The Jace of Porter's memory is definitely there. The Jace Porter thought he would get after the shatterstar also haunts the scene. too. It's jaces all the way down.

Idk if it makes sense my logic behind this but. There's Porter complimenting Jace when he's really raw and vulnerable and messy and its like. Jace's response is that it's unfair. And b/c there's so much talk abt justice and unfair in FHJY i was like. Can. there be an instance in which something is unfair in a good way? Like. In that you're the one being treated unfairly at the expense of everyone else. Like. almost like. Sometimes you can be unfair in that you're easier on your friend than you might be on someone else. That's not fair, but like. That's human. Like if something is unfair you might be getting an advantage on something you didn't earn. But you don't have to earn love, but the fact that Jace didn't have to work for it, he feels like he's getting something too easily. It's unfair. In a good way.

I've said this before but I do think Porter is able to come to some sort of synthesis about Jace. And that he was maybe able to even conceive of the totality of him b/c of how the flashbacks are laid out. Like. in the first one he's unpalatable and angry and a disappointment to the memory of Jace that Porter imagined. In the second one he's sort of perfect, the scene too short and precious and romanticized to be muddied by real flaws in his mundanity and simplicity. And in the last one, Jace is mundane, flawed, overworked, overly familiar with his students, willing to play favorites, but also empathetic, good at making connections, ultimately well meaning and trying his best. Someone real, that's Porter's favorite. It's up to interpretation i think. esp bc like.

Counterpoint: I think you could also read that. Porter seems to love this Jace more the way a god loves their creation than the way a man loves another man. Like. yeah they're suckin n fuckin but also Porter being in to the fact that jace is "so trusting" is very. Helio always has a plan and i let him take the wheel, no? He's moved by Jace's devotion. Jace will take that tho. He'll take it all.

Final point: if brennan says that anything his PCs do can become fair game for him, then same for me. If Adaine n Aelwyn can use dimension door to go to her parents house / aelwyn's apartment despite the distance, that's fair game for me to misuse it < 3. (i just think if i'd allowed for the teleport it would've made way more sense to go to someone's house. And llike. that's no fun at all

I might rb with more thoughts later to be a menace. Thank you!

[the-casbah-way]

For what it's worth, I would love you to be my loser boyfriend

sigh. it pains me to say that your words ring shallow upon mine ears. everyone says they want a silly loser boyfriend with ugly tattoos and an air of profound and irreparable sadness. but really they are just the 20-something-year-old equivalent of those white blonde boomer ladies who say they want a puppy then squeal and cry like a pathetic baby when they actually have to potty train said puppy or said puppy vomits on their overpriced fluffy white living room rug. do you know the number of men i've met who obsess over me for a full week because 'twinkish alternative looking sad boy who hates his office job' but then the second i start sobbing on their mattress after sex or try and infodump on them about the 2005 movie robots starring ewan mcgregor or eat all the ramen in their cupboard or start acting positively evil because of my nicotine withdrawals they bolt like usain never to be seen again. the truth is people want a boyfriend who looks like a loser but actually has the personality of a single weetabix with no milk. they don't want a guy who is pathetic or acts like a sopping wet rag. they just want someone who SEEMS that way. so that they can go 'everyone look at my loser boyfriend'. but people like me? the real losers? we sniff those posers out like a fart in an elevator. we have to sit and get sidelined over and over again because we're too genuinely peculiar and pathetic to last more than two seconds in the hands of one of these loser-appropriators. ive seen it happen dozens of times, waltuh

[barbiebuttnaked]

Boring, lame 😒 TikTok Colors on tumblr ! , having Fun trying to fossil ice 🧊 me, you think I’m a cold evil pampered fagget, that has no clue what to do ! Slaughter Daugther till it beats Emily Rose but Sucks at getting rape slapped abused not satisfying you only making more angry & hate me even more What a waste of life, I can’t believe this, the Bitch wants a boyfriend to deliver that reality to you guys, me actually getting fucked by Seus, isn’t that why you hate me & bother my family always, because they gather all together & literally taking my life, wanting I phone exculsive personal ass pictures his discoverying like now 2024 & sucks ripping himself off, videos all over social platforms to get the lier no one cares or believes me, saying I’m a boy like the famous puppet everyone makes fun of, guy are always stealing cops till convincing them to hate this people for every single thing, im flatted out insane right now picking at my nerves, finding new ways making me a stupid spazz lost stare, making a revenge fuck out me, abusing me till the last second by watching me thinking of capital and real hard attempt murder since my ass that no guy has fucked is still alive Gay guys are killing me, I’m good, using blue to wash there shame your to deep into killing me, you don’t love my dad & you make him hate me, you want us working for the rest of our life’s like slaves & begging for real pleasure making thank ful da only sens free water💧& snacks, calling us the drag the fossilized by maximum capacity! Not because im stupid as much as you want to add to your scoreboard off tweakers luckly you ran into Barbie, Revenge Seeking Dragon that knows how to activate feelings of failure letting everyone of the hook without even knowing it getting a sweet spray off bliss for sucking as a cop, killing my own self by crying for what being done to me, 2 birds one stone white gloat on Eugenio & revenge sex that only you know, I named you Eugene threw me he told you you are my son Eugenio my dad, lord where Good, I can make money rapping, I want to sing but I noticed there also stealing my voice everywhere,you let ppl have me on hold while getting away with life experience human murder, & I’m the brute well that was years ago they trying there hardest to make me senile really unable to defend my self always eating there tricks strategies to get me killed or arrested by other unlawful 2024 cops that’s only going to make me more of a rat & a tweaker, only fouces in killing me & studying how I make out alive from rebel cheating killers, that are also accusing me,trying to make a stomp out of me, making you think I’m a piece of shit devils trash that should go in the city dumpster not a house, I was already going threw hell due to ppl playing with my brain 🧠 everyone uses horrible trying to profit off acusaciones, murder & bribe saying I’m fake getting the last laugh they say that about me all the time rising gay guy’s in my face for the city to see that I do nothing & hated even more for not being a dirty little slut, making me the brown, green, dry tweaker famine disrespectful alien isolated pure white not hot Latino touch, only the meth driven Mexican sicario that doesn’t deserve a beer but rehab because he wants to kill & the beer is the false courage that make him chant disrespectful shit, that does nothing but self harm hasn’t actually killed him self it’s killed not suicide it’s direct impact that I can’t think, it just wants everything to stop, didn’t get a chance think of suicide must be emotion less to get the cheapest useless worthless kill leaving him a ugly gay meth user everyone can’t stand on seeing, his gone just another blood sucking loser so they say when I’m being abused & humiliated by teens especially White boys that enjoy hating E the actual friendly fuck , framed that frames people dose not try in life, miserable dying his ass off like Eugene, who is Eugenio it can’t get angry, Barbie pissed being placed, put, forced to be a useless unwanted slut that no likes ! There Blanking My mind it’s Stops my Thinking #blog

[alexymoron]

the alphabet lore (american highschool au):

a is the popular jock with b as his cheerleader gf

c is the third wheel/their kid (closeted queer)

also c is in a popular public relationship with h but is secretly “dating” u (theres angst involved cause u is out but c isnt and c has internalised homophobia)

h is sneaking around with s, c’s cousin

d is somewhat part of the group but left out a lot

efgh are international students

h is a hot european guy

e and f are dating

i and j are fraternal twins (j is male and i is female because j has a little dick)

j is the evil twin (cagney vibes)

k is a bad influence on j and they skip class all the time (secret gay relationship??)

l is the one lanky loser who everyone knows is a stoner/junkie but can never catch in the act

m and n are best friends with an unbalanced power dynamic and are both really into theatre but get put into best friend and lead roles (sharpay and ryan vibes)

o is the weird funny kid that everyone loves but doesn’t actually have friends

p is that one pick me that thinks theyre in the abcs but is really just walmart version of b

q is the weird unfunny kid that everyone hates and doesn’t actually have friends

r is the male lead for theatre and is extremely ugly but has an amazing voice and top tier acting skills so he gets all the girls even if hes short (ed sheeran vibes) (knows 20 languages just because)

s is the one rich kid who’s not really rich, her daddy’s just got some title (gretchen wieners vibes) (is secretly dating her cousin, c’s, boyfriend, h)

t is a tall nerd (WEARS A LAB COAT) (ivy league group)

u is the only openly queer kid in the school and therefore sometimes gets grouped into the weirdos and goths but is kicker on the football team so sometimes they’re accepted but mostly criticised from the sidelines a lot (sneaking around with c)

vwx are the weirdo goth kids that hiss at people in the hallways but if you get to know them theyre really cool.. they just have suicidal thoughts sometimes (they have a weird obsession with classics)

yz are the one couple that makes out in hallways 24/7 and have that extreme height difference (6’3” and 4’11”)

tell me what i missed or what you disagree with 😭😭

[qomrades]

sorry i forgot nate existed. and also chuck

loser dad who anti-capitalist rants and the kids don't appreciate it 🙄

new york is a fake city to me. walking to school? in new York? people don't do that

ch*ck is a cunt and i hope he dies. nate you may become memorable to me but you are on thin ice.

blake lively is very beautiful i get their obsessions with her. she just said hi to jenny and i was entranced

ch*ck bass i hope uou die you're such a skeeve ohhhhh my goddddddddd. you and your FUCKASS haircut

this like. kind of sad ominous music playing over the nate/serena flashback with cuts to blairs distress and chucks evilness is like. comical why did they frame it this way. stranger things s1-ass moment

whyyy does ch*ck look dress like that does he think he looks cool?? dumbass wears that and keeps the key to his valuables ON TOP of the draw theyre hidden in. jestercore on multiple levels

male manipulator vs human doormat. carter/nate the toxic yaoi i was waiting for

dan you are so charming they could never make me hate you

STAY AWAY FROM HER GET A JOB!!!!!!! BLAIR ILL GET YOU OUT OF THERE!!!!!!

blair literally my favourite character she should get everything she wants in the world (not ch*ck)

i looove blair i love her gay dads i love her messy love triangle

I LOVE LILY AND RUFUS BUT ESPECIALLY LILY!!!!!!! LILY VAN DER WOODSEN LEAVE CH*CK'S UGLY DAD AND MARRY ME JNSTEAD

i love to see ch*ck suffer.

his stupid ugly face can he stop mewing for like two seconds jts killing me

JENNY'S EVIL GAY BOYFRIEND???!?????

georgina sparks a dark and evil soul. save my boy eric he doesn't deserve this (lily van der woodsen homophobia moments??!??)

those last 3 episodes ohhhhhh my God.

making potential ill advised decisions once again

[p-redux]

Gloating about being an insider during a time of sadness is DISGUSTING

I'm not gloating, I'm posting INFO and FACTS like I always do...and showing restraint and discretion in not posting it sooner, and not posting the details, which I haven’t and won’t.

But you know what IS disgusting? Here’s a LONG list, and by no means, a comprehensive one, of what Extreme Shippers, Former Extreme Shippers, and Assorted Haters have done that is VERY DISGUSTING. I’ll write it stream of consciousness-like and not in order. Put your feet up and grab a tall drink. Here we go...

Click on Keep Reading

Extreme Shippers found Cait’s condo when she used to live in Los Angeles and sat outside for hours waiting to see if they saw her with Sam. ES blackmailed and coerced a minor, a 14 year old girl who was a super fan of Abbie’s sister, Charlotte Salt, into giving them info regarding Abbie and Sam. The girl was following Abbie’s locked Instagram account and could see the Sam related stuff Abbie was posting. ES won her trust, she gave them info about Abbie and Sam, they then told her if she didn’t screencap and give them the Sam related pics on Abbie’s IG account, they would tell Abbie and Charlotte that she had been giving them info. Sick doesn’t begin to describe it. ES tried to dox and did dox anyone and everyone who got in the way of their SamCait ship. Doxed, as in PUBLICLY posted, the names, addresses, pictures of their houses, professions, husbands’ and children’s names, employer names of ANYONE and EVERYONE who posted something to contradict the ship. They even posted pictures of their children. Again, messing with minors is a big no no, and usually a crime. ES created fake Ashley Madison accounts (that’s the website for married people who want to meet people to cheat on their spouses with) and pretended to be non-shippers’ husbands to try to make it seem like the husband was cheating. It got so bad, that in some cases, non-shippers had to get restraining orders, cease and desist orders, get the police, lawyers, and in TWO cases, the F B I involved. Yes, the F B I has come a knocking on a couple of Extreme Shipper’s doors because of their ILLEGAL actions. ES lured some of Sam’s girlfriends into believing they had their best interest at heart, gained their trust, and they PUBLICLY posted their PRIVATE messages. Luckily, in the case of one Sam’s ex, Abbie Salt, she later did confirm she and Sam dated, which totally negated everything that shipper had said Abbie told her.  ES directly BULLIED and HARASSED fans, Outlander cast, crew, journalists, reporters, family and friends of Sam and Cait. ES contacted people’s employers to try to get them fired...literally messed with people’s livelihoods. They tried to get the Outlander drivers fired because they started posting stuff against shippers AFTER shippers turned on them. ES waited outside Sam and Cait’s residences in whatever location they were in to try to “catch them together.” Taking pics at someone’s private residence is very different than getting pics or video in PUBLIC places. For years, ES have manipulated pictures, gifs, video to sell the SamCait LIE to their gullible shipper friends. They’ve made money off selling these lies. ES have ostracized and banished any shipper friends who acknowledged the ship wasn’t real. They sent their best friend to Tony’s bar in London to try to prove he and Cait weren’t together, and when she unwittingly found out they were, they then bullied her and kicked her out of shipperville. ES created multiple hate sock accounts for the SOLE purpose of CYBERBULLYING Sam’s girlfriends and dates. Any time Sam dates a woman, ES follow the same pattern. They contact the women’s employers, parents, siblings, other family members, friends, ex-boyfriends trying to malign the women. Some examples: They pretended to have gone to high school with Mackenzie Mauzy and spread lies that she had a bad reputation in high school. They spread lies that Gia was a paid escort. ES contacted social media outlets to spread LIES about Sam and Cait and their significant others. Contacted anyone associated with Cait and Tony’s wedding trying to intimidate them into saying there was no wedding. They posted the picture of a waiter at one of the Outlander premieres and tried to pass him off as Tony to prove Tony didn’t go with Cait. ES have continuously posted pics of Cait with her naturally poochy belly trying to prove that she’s been pregnant with Sam’s children for the last 7 years. ES publicly questioned her if she was pregnant. Sam haters and disgruntled ex-shippers have spread rumors that Sam is gay. Nothing wrong with being gay, but what is wrong is spreading LIES. ES have badmouthed Cait’s HUSBAND, Tony McGill saying he was: her assistant, gay, her gay assistant, a loser, broke, boring, ugly, her purse holder, etc. And trust me, what I’ve posted above is the SHORT list.

And that’s not even mentioning what they’ve done to ME. Ever since I committed the unforgivable sin of posting source info CONFIRMING Sam and Cait were never a couple, and Cait was dating Tony, way back in 2014, this is what SamCait Extreme Shippers have done to me. Tagged me endlessly when I had my Twitter account telling me things like “Die, b*tch,” “Die, c*nt,” “You should be gang rap*d,” “Drop a house on her,” “You’re worse than AIDS,” and those are the “nice” comments. They literally BULLIED me every day, all day for YEARS. They also created hate accounts on Twitter and Instagram to mock me, parody me, and post lies about me. They were convinced they’d found my real identity (based on circumstantial evidence, which I’ve countered and can counter with the actual truth), and proceeded to post THAT woman’s FULL NAME, city where she lived, profession, reported her to her licensing board, and created a fake Twitter account pretending to be her. She got a lawyer and was able to get everything taken down, but they basically tried to ruin her life. They’ve spread LIES about me being the one harassing THEM and managed to convince over 60 dopes with disposable incomes to give them money for a GoFundMe campaign where they hired a Private Investigator to try to find me. They started a witchhunt letter writing campaign, hashtagged it on Twitter, #takebackourfandom, or some such bullsh*t, tagged everyone in Outlander cast and crew “telling” on me and even sent letters and e-mails to Starz and Sony executives trying to...I don’t know what. Hahahaha. It’s so ridiculous, my brain is scrambling as I write this. They told their followers not to believe anything I say and that I’m evil personified. ALL of that and more because they couldn’t face the FACT that their SamCait ship NEVER EXISTED and I was the one that confirmed it. When I think about it, I can’t believe I lived through all that. But I stayed because I knew I had the TRUTH on my side and that eventually it would all come out, which of course it did. And because I’m a bad bitch who doesn’t scare easily.  EVERYTHING I’m referring to here is well DOCUMENTED with screencap proof. Or just ask anyone who’s been in the fandom long enough, they’ll attest that what I’m saying did actually happen, and that Extreme Shippers, Former Shippers, and Haters did do all of that.

So, Anon, when you come at me with “disgusting” things in this fandom, please refer to the above before you start pointing fingers at me. 

PS. “Anon,” I’ve got your Los Angeles/Anaheim Samsung Galaxy S10e IP address tagged. So, send me another hate Ask and you’ll get blocked. And don’t bother using a VPN...once the tag is on, it follows the user no matter what IP they use. Now you know. 

[sammy-gvf]

We get along (for the most part)

Chapter One.

OC x Lee Bodecker

Warnings: None for now. Just some cursing.

Plot : The local rebel badass girl and Lee Bodecker have had run ins, lets see how it goes, shall we? 

MINORS DNI !!!!! Eventually this story will get 18+. I dont feel like getting in trouble because of you. Thanks a bunch. 

Evan Rachel Wood ( Across the Universe 2007) 

( personally in my head this is what she would look like but you can interpret her anyway you want!)

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My name is Margaret Lane, well Maggy. 22. Born May 2nd 1947.

The resident bad girl, don't worry, I gave myself that nickname.

I have lived in this tiny, middle of nowhere town my entire life. Same people, same gossip.  There's no escape. No matter how hard I try, something always stops me. I live with my parents and little brother here in Knockemstiff, Ohio. My parents and I have a mutual understanding of “you go to work and come home and then we don't talk”, which is fine with me. My little brother is the only one I can really rely on. He is 17 years old and he is really the only person in my family that I can really talk to. I mean, I have friends but they aren't living in the same house as me. Not yet at least, we are thinking about moving out all together.

High school is where I built my reputation, of course. Used to sneak around with Arvin Russell, which led me to meet Lee Bodecker. Sneaky ass sheriff used to follow my every move, making sure he took every opportunity to bust Arvin and I any chance he got. 

Had nothing better to do than to bust on teenagers who were sneaking out to their parents, what a loser. Along with gaining some parking tickets and speeding tickets along the way, we became acquaintances. Thinking about the future, I was dying to leave this town. Never got the chance to after high school, hopefully I will as soon as i'm done college. 

 I can say whole heartedly that I do NOT enjoy Lee's presence. That man memorized my license plate number. Stops me all the time, for no reason. 

Flashback 

It was a warm saturday evening, about 7pm. I had just got some college work done. Figured it was too nice to just sit inside, right?

 I get up out of my bed and put my school stuff in my bag, walking over to my closet to put on a pretty yellow flowy dress and grab my leather jacket, that'll go nice with the breeze coming in through my window.

I put my hair up in a bun and slip on some keds, something easy ya know? 

I turn off the light in my room and walk into the living room where I see my father asleep on the couch, I walk over to the counter and grab a little piece of paper and write “going out for a drive, be back soon” and put in on the table in front of my father so if he wakes up, he knows where I went. 

I actually have a lot of freedom compared to other girls my age, many girls my age are looking for husbands and/or their parents are trying to set them up with someone. My parents know who I am, I was so against having an actual boyfriend so I just slept around. Obviously, people at church got wind of it but I didn't really care, to me men are there at my disposal. I play the field for my own reasons. 

I grab my keys off the door in the foyer of my little house and head outfront. 

I head down the steps of my house and waltz towards my red little 1964 Ford Mustang. Worked for it all by myself. 

Getting in the car, I pop a cigarette in my mouth and light it up. Keeping the cigarettes in my car was my best bet, my father would kill me if he knew I smoked these things. Turning on the car, I throw in a Led Zeppelin cassette, immediately Whole Lotta Love starts playing. What a good song to drive to. 

I put my windows down and start driving down a long road where I know for a fact no one drives this time of night, partly because they are afraid of the sheriff, Lee Bodecker. 

Lee doesn't scare you, never has. 

Blaring music at high volume was what you  were known for in these parts and you could really care less about the time and how loud you had it. Music is a really important part of your self expression. 

Speeding down the road, cigarette in my mouth screaming the lyrics 

You need cooling

Baby I'm not fooling

I'm gonna send ya

Back to schooling

A-way down inside

A-honey you need it

I'm gonna give you my love

I'm gonna give you my love

 I smile and listen to the lyrics, I feel like such a rebel. People in these parts don't listen to this type of music, devil music they call it. They think it has some deep down evil meaning. I just shake it off, they wouldn't know real music if they tried. 

 I could just leave right now if I wanted to. Drive out of town and start fresh, no one would miss me. Except my brother and friends. They are really the only people keeping me in this dead end town. 

The cool breeze enters your hair and you lose your hair tie. Fuck. 

“ Damn It”  You say as you put the cigarette down and try to look to see where it went. It's nowhere in sight. 

“ I have to pull over to get this thing” you think to youtself. It's the only hair tie you own right now.

you light another cigarette and pull my car over to a slightly darker side of the road. You get out of the car and start searching for my hair band, it had to have fallen behind your seat. 

 Of course, you saw familiar blue and red lights pull up right behind me.

“Fuck me” you mutter as you turn around, shut the car door, kick the dirt under your feet and lean up against the car , patiently waiting for Lee to take his good ol time walking to me.

Lee exits his police cruiser wearing the typical uniform with the typical toothpick in his mouth.

You watch him as he slowly strides over towards you and You roll your eyes at him as he eyes you down, prick.

“Well, well, well, Ms. Lane. Fancy to see you here.” Lee says smirking and laying one hand on your car's trunk. You scoff at him.

“ Hands off the car, Bodecker. Thought you'd know better than to touch what's not yours.” You say looking over at him, taking a drag of your cigarette. Lee scoffs and walks over to you, taking the cigarette out of your mouth and crushing it with his shoe. Your jaw drops and you look over at him in disgust as he chuckles at your reaction to his doing.

“Pretty little ladies like you shouldnt be smokin these, could make ya look ugly” He says. 

You can smell the tobacco smell coming off him, the smell of mints sticking to his breath. He is a little closer to you now, you back up and grab your pack of cigarettes out of the cup holder in your car. Bending over, the sheriff gets a nice view of your backside for a split second.  

“Sheriff, I would like to respectfully say I do not give a fuck what a man thinks about how I look smoking a cigarette, I am not here for a mans enjoyment. Also, one more pet name and I'm telling your wife.” you say as you light another cigarette and the sound of Led Zeppelin is lingering in the background, Lee clicks his tongue and looks over at you.

“Ms.Lane, you have quite the mouth on you. Not very ladylike for a woman your age.” Lee takes his hat off and leans against your car. He lights a cigarette and stands there for a minute. You look at him confused and you roll your eyes. 

“Lee, besides bothering me, do you have a purpose being here right now?” You look at him and say while you take a drag of your cigarette. Lee looks over to you and laughs. 

“Well, I just seen a car parked all by itself on the side of the road and I was on duty anyways but then I saw your license plate and figured I'd see why you, little lady, are out all by yourself at this time of night.” Lee says throwing his cigarette on the dirt ground below him. 

You turn to look at him and finish your cigarette, leaning against the car still.

“ I appreciate your concern, Bodecker. I am just out for a drive and pulled over to find my hair tie, it came out while I was driving. Pulled over to look around for it, don't want my hair in my face while I am driving. Also, not a little lady. I am grown.” You say turning away from Lee and finding your hair tie, you turn to Lee while tying your hair up, smirking you say

“ Goodnight Officer,also don't follow me again, yeah?” You say climbing back into your car and you slowly pull away.

Lee stands there watching as you climb back into your car, the smell of your perfume in the air invades his lungs, dumbfounded, he smirks and laughs to himself. 

“Smart girl” Lee says as he smirks and turns to go back to his cruiser.

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You had noticed sometime down the road that there was a car following you with no lights on, you had just assumed it was some random person but with one certain lick of light you saw the sheriff's face in the mirror of your car mirror. Figuring that out, you went a little faster down the road and then you lost your hair tie, you knew what was coming. 

You look in the car mirror to look at Lee. He's already turned his car around and started driving the other way. You werent dumb, you know from the years of Lee catching you sneaking out and drinking and or having boys in your car as a young girl, he knows your moves. It makes you think he patrols these parts so he can catch you doing something dumb one day just to cuff you up and get some control. He never does. 

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 Two people with reputations in this town. 

 How bad can it get?

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Hi everyone! Welcome to my first fic! Lee Bodecker is quite the character and I have been wanting to write him for a while. Dont forget to leave some opinons so I can know what yall would want to possibly happen! Dont forget to like/reblog! It would mean the world. I am not sure about my posting schedule but itll most likely be once or twice a week! also let me know if youd like to be added to my tags so I can let you know when I post another chapter! 

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[dashflashy-arts]

im way too invested in fnf ruby, and now im trying to think about her possible interactions between all the others characters like,, gf's mom and dad, senpai n tankman

(slr!! took some time to make me think of these)

That'd be interesting! I could see varying interactions between them!!

Daddy Dearest and Ruby

She doesn't like his vibes

Something about him feels suspicious, but her eyes don't trigger at him so she thinks it's just a random feeling

He doesn't know what a girl like her is doing with his daughter and her boyfriend but that won't stop him from confronting her of her intentions

Technically to sum it up both of them are just "🤔🤔 very sus" at each other

Skid & Pump and Ruby

She finds the kids very spunky. Like you go you funky weird little kids :))!!

They remind Ruby of her and Yang when they were younger

She's a bit awkward at them though

Skid & Pump thinks Ruby's pretty cool, with her scythe and all

They shared candy with her along with the others before leaving

She'd do the spooky dance with them ngl. She'd also teach it to her team and friends (if) she gets back

Mommy Mearest and Ruby

Ruby likes her better than Daddy Dearest but still is suspicious of her

That being said, she also doesn't like her vibes. Her eyes don't trigger at her either.

Somehow reminds her of Raven... but if she was a caring mother (it's probably the hair)

Mommy Mearest is quite happy GF is making more friends. She thinks Ruby's a new cute addition

Senpai/Spirit and Ruby

He reminds her of Jaune (with his haircut and all) so she's friendly with him... at first

During Roses she's just "wow okay loser be like that then >://"

Senpai is honestly jealous at Boyfriend at this point. Because like... first the girl who used to simp on him as a child, now this sweet cutie? WHAT DO THEY SEE IN THAT UGLY WORM??

Ruby feels uncomfortable meeting Spirit tbh. It's not an evil feeling or anything (like GF's parents), there's just something "off" about him

Spirit appears to be indifferent at Ruby, but internally? he's hopefully frightened. Frightened because he can sense that Ruby doesn't belong in the Newgrounds/FNF world, but hopeful because she could possibly be the key to his freedom (if a girl in another universe can enter in a world she's not supposed to be in, what so much of a guy trapped in a game?)

Ruby's not willing to any kind of deal with him anytime soon though... no worries!

Tankman and Ruby

Ruby doesn't like the Tankmen at all

Reminds her of the Atlas soldiers... but foul and even more rude

Captain thinks Ruby is just another annoying kid (because he's not very fond with kids) so he just treats her like BF, GF and Pico

That is until she brings out her scythe. Now Captain thinks she's a crazy kid

Honestly, Captain would just roast her

hmm.. that's all I have :'))

[surveyhoursss]

97.

For people that hate stereotypes: If you think people should just shut up and stop, put this on your profile. (BOLD the ones you are.)

Italics=partially me or used to be in the past.

I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic. (I quite literally am anorexic tho)

I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.

I'm a NEGRO so I MUST carry a gun.

I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz

I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.

I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.

I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.

I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.

I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.

I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.

I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.

I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.

I'm a CHRISTAN, so I MUST think gay people should go to hell.

I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.

I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.

I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals

I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay. (oop)

I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.

I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.

I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.

I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.

I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.

I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore...

I'm a DANCER, So I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore

I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.

I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.

I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.

I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.

I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.

I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.

I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.

I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.

I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.

I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals.

I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a "big one".

I'm EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!

I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.

I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.

I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.

I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.

I'm INTO THEATER & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.

I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.

I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.

I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player.

I have Big BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.

I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.

I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.

I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and thats how Russians roll.

I'm GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi.

I hang out with GAYS, so i must be GAY TOO (again, oop)

I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.

I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited

I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13

I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy.

I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy

I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas

I'm a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction

I'm a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude.

I'm STRAIGHT EDGE so I must be violent.

I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly... or crazy.

I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.

I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat.

I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.

I'm a SKATER so I must do weed and steal stuff

I'm a PUNK so I must only wear black and date only other punks

I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7

I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.

I'm MIXED so I must be screwed up.

I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.

I'm in BAND, so I MUST be a dork.

I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA

I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect

I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black

I'm GOTH so I MUST worship the devil

I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.

I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.

I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.

I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister.

I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.

I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.

I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.

I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.

I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.

I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon

I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.

I don't like the SUN so I MUST be an albino.

I couldn't hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy.

I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.

I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.

I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.

My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.

I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.

I'm a NUDIST, so I MUST want everyone to see my boobs.

I read COMICS, so I MUST be a loser.

I hang out with a FORMER PROSTITUTE... So I MUST be a whore myself.

I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse

I'm a GOTH, so I MUST be a Satanist

I'm a CROSSDRESSER, so I must be homosexual.

I draw ANIME so I MUST be a freak.

I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.

I WATCH PORN so I MUST be perverted.

I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.

I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak.

I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant.

I'm WELSH so I MUST love sheep

I'm a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.

I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent.

I'm a GUY, so I MUST ditch my pregnant girlfriend.

I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.

I'm DISABLED, so I MUST be on Welfare.

I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.

I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.

I WEAR A BIG SUNHAT when I go outside, so I MUST be stupid.

I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE.

I'm an ALBINO, so I MUST be an evil person with mental abilities and is A MURDERER!

I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST speak with either a cockney or a posh accent, love tea and cricket, and have bad teeth.

I'm WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.

I don't like YAOI or YURI, so I must be a HOMOPHOBE

I'm not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser.

I care about the ENVIRONMENT...I MUST be a tree hugging hippy.

I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue.

I CHAT, I MUST be having cyber sex.

I'm PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins

I'm PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan

I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against abortion.

I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blond blue-eyed lesbian.

I'm a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see.

I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.

I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.

I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG or MISGUIDED.

I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.

I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.

I am a WITCH, so I MUST be and OLD HAG and fly on a broomstick.

I love YAOI, so I MUST be GAY.

I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED

I DON'T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast.

I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish.

I'm SWEDISH, therefore I MUST be WHITE. (i mean, 3rd generation immigrant)

I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard.

I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean.

I'm STRONG so I MUST be stupid.

I'm AUSTRALIAN so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroos.

I go to RENFAIRES, so I MUST talk weird, be a loser, and not be up with the times

I'm GAY so I'm after EVERY straight guy around.

I don't want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be lesbian.

I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting.

I love MARCHING BAND, so I MUST be a friendless freak.

I DRINK and SMOKE, so I MUST have no life.

I am friends with a CUTTER, so I MUST be a CUTTER too. (oop)

I CRY easily, so I MUST be a wimp.

I can't help pointing out mistakes so I MUST be an over-controlling perfectionist.

I'm a PERFECTIONIST so I MUST check everything ten times, them burst into tears at one mistake.

I DON'T LIKE to talk about my personal life so I MUST be having problems

I'm SCOTTISH so I MUST play the bagpipes and eat haggis.

[weasleydream]

Not gonna leave

Masterlist

Hogwarts had always been my home. It was the best place in the world. But when this awful toad arrived and took the control in the school, things started to change. Merlin, even Trevor, Neville’s toad, would have been a better director than her! Umbridge was everybody’s nightmare as she made more and more stupid rules. “Boys and girls are not permitted to be within 6 inches of each other.” How could she be that intrusive in our lives? How many times did she separate me from Fred and George when we were just walking in the corridors? Lucky us, she never caught us, Fred and I, while we were hiding in some broom closet to snog as if our lives depended on it. 

Yeah, by the way, this beautiful redhead and I had been together since he asked me out on a Hogsmeade date during our third year. I had always gotten along pretty well with the twins, but I had always been a little closer to Fred, a little more tactile but also a little more impulsive. That’s why George and I never fought, I somehow always succeeded into calm my anger. But with Fred… Let’s just say that one day, he received pumpkin juice on the face because he had made fun of me the day before for almost tripping in front of Snape. So yeah, things can escalated quickly between the two of us. But it’s not always a bad thing, if you know what I mean. 

One of the worst decision Toadbridge had taken was to prevent us from playing Quidditch. If it wasn’t for McGonagall who talked to Dumbledore, we still wouldn’t be allowed to play. Fortunately we got the permission and Angelina, our new captain after Wood’s departure, trained us. Unfortunately, our new keeper, Ron, seemed to be way too anxious whenever someone was looking at him. Worse, some Slytherin’s team players had seen him and made fun of him whenever they could. 

We knew that the Slytherins loved being foul, but when Fred, George and I saw the badges they were wearing the morning before the first match of the year, we understood that it wouldn’t be easy. Weasley is our king. Of course it wasn’t against the twins, they were too self-confident to let themselves be dampened by such idiotic things, but they both seemed furious. 

-Don’t worry, I’m sure Ron’s gonna be incredible. 

Honestly, I was not sure of who I was trying to convince: the twins, whose faces were as red as before, the two Slytherin girls that were giggling behind us, or me. My fears turned out to be justified when Ron entered the Great Hall. His face was very pale, he seemed to be on the verge of vomiting. Harry dragged him to our table, clearly trying to get his friend avoiding every single Slytherin that happened to be on their way. All we could do is hope Ron would make the Slytherins shut up. 

The air was really cold. I was pretty sure my hands would freeze before the end of the match. Alicia passed me the Quaffle and I barely heard Lee make some comment about our captain. My left hand firmly holding my broom, I headed towards Bletchley, Slytherin’s keeper. The guy looked like a big gorilla cowering on a little broom. Riddikulus. I was ready to throw the Quaffle when a bludger hit me on the back, which made me drop the ball with a groan. Fred screamed and rushed to me. 

-Are you okay? 

-Yes, don’t worry. 

A little exchange but accompanied by a sweet touch on my cheek, and I was ready to face the world again. The game continued. When Warrington scored, throwing the Quaffle just between Ron’s arms, the Slytherins sang so loud that I understood what they were saying. 

Weasley was born in a bin

He always let the Quaffle in

Weasley will make sure we win

Weasley is our king

I was furious. Completely furious. And also horrified because the song seemed to have the desired effect: Ron lost it and Slytherin scored again, three times. Suddenly, I heard the shouts of joy from the Gryffindor’s supporters and I saw Harry with the Golden Snitch. I joined him and Angelina, and soon Fred and George landed near us. I jumped into my boyfriend’s arms, relieved that we won. Then I hugged George and I was going to congratulate Harry. However, Malfoy seemed to be decided to ruin our joy. 

-We wanted to write another couple of verses. But we couldn’t find rhymes for fat and ugly - we wanted to sing about his mother, see… We couldn’t fit useless loser either - for his father, you know…

Then all happened in a second. George was just in front of me. I put myself in front of him while Harry was holding him. Distraught, I looked after Fred only to find him as mad as his brother, hold by Angelina and Alicia. I was furious too. The Weasley were my second family; Mrs Weasley always treated me like her daughter and always welcomed me to the Burrow, this magical place; and Mr Weasley was the first one I had met who shared my interest for the Muggles. I wanted to hit this little bastard, I wanted him to shut up, but I couldn’t let George go, I was afraid he would do something that could bring him problems. 

Malfoy seemed to be delighted by the situation. He also provoked Harry, who had a hard time controlling himself, and the little jackass looked at me with an evil smile. I felt George tense behind me and his hands gripping my wrists. He knew how much troubles I had with managing my emotions. Fred seemed to understand what was going to happen because he screamed the worst insults he knew. Malfoy’s drawling voice made me lose my temper.

-And you, the little Gryffindor slut. Unable to choose between the Weasley twins, are you? So you decided, what, to spread your legs in front of all the family? 

Once again, it happened too fast for anyone to react. I jumped towards Malfoy, Harry and George close behind me, and tackled him to the floor. He let a pathetic scream out as I broke his nose, barely aware of the fact that George and Harry were also hitting him. I let my fury out until a spell projected us to the floor. Madam Hooch was screaming at us, probably blaming us because we were three against one, but I couldn’t listen to what she was saying. Malfoy was watching me, a grin on his despicable beady face. We were going to leave the field when Malfoy stepped in front of me. I didn’t know what he was going to say, but I was pretty sure I didn’t want to hear it. I spat in his face and leave, still trembling with fury. I only saw from the corner of the eye Fred, still hold by the girls, his eyes filled with anger and worry. 

To say that McGonagall was infuriated was an understatement. I had never seen her in this state. She was livid, and looked at her Gryffindor scarf as if she was going to tear it apart. But it wasn’t the worst, oh no, the worst part arrived with a detestable toad. Hum, hum. McGonagall’s face took a red shade, which darkened when Umbridge offered some help. Obviously, it wasn’t just a proposition, because she took a parchment and announced that she had the right to punish us. She claimed happily that George and Harry were banned from the Quidditch team forever, along with Fred even if he hadn’t done anything. Then she told the boys to go back to the common room. 

-As for you Miss Y/L/N, I think a bigger punishment is required. Your disrespect towards the young Malfoy is unacceptable and -

-Didn’t you hear what he was saying?

-Don’t interrupt me. 

I glanced at McGonagall, hoping that she would help me defending myself, but she seemed to have enough difficulty with calming herself. 

-Miss Y/L/N, you’re expelled. You will leave this castle tomorrow.

The world seemed to collapse around me. Umbridge wore a little smile, probably proud to have gotten rid of one of the pranksters of the school. I felt my eyes burning but I would never let her see me cry, because she didn’t deserve this pleasure. I stormed out of the office, and without even thinking, I took my wand. 

-Flipendo.

My voice was quiet, but as I was running, I heard shouts of surprise as Fred and George, who had been waiting for me, were knocked to the floor. The sound made McGonagall get out and she yelled something at me. I didn’t listen to her, nor did I listen to Fred who was begging me to come back. I ran as fast as I could, hardly thinking about what I was doing, and soon I collapsed behind a big thicket near from the lake. It was a place that I loved. When we had to work for our OWLs, Fred, George and I and sometimes Lee would come here because we were sure that no one would come. And now -the thought broke my heart into millions of tiny pieces- it was the last time I would see this place because I was expelled. Expelled. 

Fred’s POV

I wanted to go find her. Y/N, my lovely girlfriend, was gone Merlin-knows-where, and she had attacked us. I knew she didn’t mean to hurt us, something was upsetting her and she didn’t want us to see her like this. But what happened? I was quickly back on my feet and ready to run behind her when McGonagall ordered us to go back to the common room. I was about to ignore her when Angelina and Alicia arrived and urged us to the common room. 

-She’s gonna come back, said our captain. Don’t worry and don’t bring yourself more problems. So, what happened? 

When George confessed that the team just lost four players, she became pale and sat hurriedly, taking her head in her hands. I still couldn’t believe what Umbridge had done. And I was still worried sick about Y/N, because I knew her very well and I knew that she could be very stubborn. Every part of my body wanted to be with her. I wanted so badly to take her in my arms, stroke her hair while whispering that all was going to be okay… But two Gryffindors entered the common room wondering why Filch stayed in front of the entrance, so I know I couldn’t get out of here. All I could do was pray for Y/N to come back to me. I was so lost in my thoughts that George had to shake my arm to get me listening. 

-The Marauder’s Map, Fred! The Marauder’s Map!

Harry brought us the Map and the three of us, along with Hermione, searched for the dot that represented Y/N. But, after a dozen of minutes, we had to admit that she wasn’t in the castle anymore. 

-Maybe she’s in the Room of Requirement, suggested Hermione. 

But I shook my head. No, I knew perfectly where she was, it was always the same place, a place she loved to go to when she was upset. However, it didn’t comfort me because I was pretty sure she would freeze to death behind this thicket. But then again, what could I do when Angelina and Filch were on my back? I couldn’t even get out of the common room. When Ron came back, covered in snow, I lost it and ran out of the room, only to be stopped by Umbridge’s wand pointed at me. 

-I didn’t allow you to leave your common room, Mr Weasley.

I tried to ignore her interdiction, claiming that she could stupefy me if she wanted, but her answer made me stop. 

-If you make one more step, Mr Weasley, you, your twin brother and your girlfriend will be expelled. 

Being expelled didn’t bother me. I knew it was the same for George. But I couldn’t risk Y/N’s place here. I was turning my back to her when she added:

-Don’t try to get out during the night, Mr Weasley. The portrait will receive particular orders. 

Furious at this old toad, I sat in a couch, trying to relax and wondering why Y/N was so upset. I was determined to stay here until her return, George by my side. I tried twice to leave the common room but, as the toad sait, the portrait didn’t open.

However, when the sun rose, Y/N still wasn’t here. I asked Hermione if she could check in her dormitory, but she confessed that she had already done it and her bed was empty. With a terrible feeling, I rushed to the Great Hall, George close behind me, but she wasn’t here. McGonagall came to us. 

-Where is Miss Y/L/N? 

-We don’t know, she didn’t come back yesterday. 

George had to answer, because my anxiety was suffocating me. McGonagall mumbled something about Umbridge and that she didn’t have the right. I wasn’t really listening, but George seemed to understand something. 

-Professor, what happened yesterday?

-Umbridge gave herself the ability to expel students, and of course, she has started with Y/N. But she can’t do this, Dumbledore won’t let her. 

George and I exchanged a look, and we left the Great Hall, heading to the thicket where I believed she was. Outside, the floor was covered in snow. The air was freezing and I felt tears burning my eyes. I didn’t know if it was because of the cold. We finally arrived to the thicket and horror filled my body as I saw a little hand behind the vegetation. 

She was there, curled up into a tiny ball, her E/C eyes closed. Her skin was white but her lips were blue and she had puffy eyes, and her tears were frozen on her cheeks like little diamonds. She was motionless. If it wasn’t for the steam that escaped her slightly opened mouth, I would have feared her being dead.  

I was shocked. George reacted faster than me: he pulled off his jacket and put it on her. I finally got out of my stupor and touched her cheek. It was so cold… I picked her up. The following events were a blur. George was in front of me, yelling to all the students to let me pass, that it was an emergency. I didn’t even feel Y/N’s weight because of the adrenaline that was spreading in my blood. We finally arrived to the hospital wing to find it empty. Madam Pomfrey wasn’t here. I was going to put my girlfriend into the nearest bed when George stopped me.

-You need to get her clothes off, they are soaked and freezing. I’m gonna go get McGonagall.

With that, he stormed off the hospital wing, letting me alone with Y/N. I delicately undressed her, letting her in her underwears. Swearing because I didn’t know any spell that could help her at the moment, I took all the blankets that I could see and laid them on Y/N. She was slightly shaking and I stroked helplessly her hair. I could say that her eyes were rolling under her eyelids and she started to whine. 

-Hey, I’m here, baby, I’m here…

I placed my lips on her forehead, hoping that maybe she could feel it and know how much I was afraid. 

-Don’t worry, I’ve got you, I’m not gonna leave you…

I slipped my hand under the blankets to find hers. Her skin was slightly warmer. With a loving pressure on her fingers, I continued to whisper sweet things to her. I was kissing her forehead again when George finally arrived with McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey. The matron didn’t waste time, she rushed into her office and came back a few seconds later with a purple potion. She made Y/N drink a few drops of it. 

-All we can do now is wait. Don’t worry, she’s gonna be okay.

She patted my shoulder and left. I was sitting next to her bed. George stood behind me and McGonagall was in front of us. With a sigh, she told us that Y/N would stay at Hogwarts. Somehow, Dumbledore had managed to prevent Umbridge from expelling her. Then she told us that our detentions would start when Y/N would be better and that she wanted to know when she would wake up. She allowed me to stay with her, but told George he had to go to class. My brother pressed my shoulder in a comforting way and left with McGonagall. 

Y/N woke up two hours later. We were still alone in the hospital wing, and I was half sleeping. I felt her hand, the one I was holding, I felt it move and I almost jumped off my chair. 

-Fr-red…

-Yeah, I’m here baby. Don’t talk, it’s okay.

I knew her throat was hurting her because she frowned. I just slipped into her bed and hold her against me. She cuddled as close to me as possible and fell asleep again. George arrived after lunch, and wiggled his eyebrows. I chuckled. The sound woke Y/N up and she lifted her head to see my brother sitting on another chair.

-Hi, sleeping beauty! 

She waved back, her throat probably still sore. George told us how relieved everyone was because she was going to be okay. He also laughed at the fact that almost all the Gryffindors were waiting at the door to tell her that Y/N spitting at Malfoy made their week. After a while, he looked at me, then at her. 

-Have you announced her the good new yet? 

-No… No I forgot!

Y/N watched me suspiciously, her beautiful E/C eyes shining in the light. George laughed at me, ruffled her hair and left. I looked back at Y/N who seemed impatient to hear what I had to tell her. Instead of telling her immediately, I kissed her. She melted into the kiss, hopefully feeling all the love and relief I put into it. Then, with my forehead against hers, I whispered:

-You’re not gonna leave Hogwarts, love. You’re staying here with me and the toad is gonna regret what she did to you. 

[anitabrain]

i just got a text from my dad late at night

asking if my brother had told me abt B

B was my older best friend and stoner indoctrinator in high school. she was little and mean and slutty on purpose and hooked up w older guys on tinder. she would wear frilly lacy knee socks and kitten heeled loafer shoes w her uniform that got her in constant trouble w the admin. there was also the legend of when she printed out a fake doctors note in the library 5 minutes before her 30 something year old boyfriend came to pick her up from school. the principal came running into the parking lot and dragged her back onto campus. she got caught bc the librarian saw her type the note and because she rolled her skirt up to high heaven before walking out.

obviously i liked that she was crazy. she made me feel like i could be a bad girl too and she doted on me like i was her puppy. she got me high and laughed hard at my stories and always wanted to dress me up and do my makeup. i took care of her after she got surgery and could barely walk. i cooked for her and replaced her ice packs and helped her to the bathroom. she would bark and curse at me and blame the meds. i should hav known i didn’t have to do it , but i was raised without boundaries. she got mean like that sober too though.

One time around christmas i went over to her house and she got drunk and tried prettt aggressively to have sex with me. I refused her and she just rolled over and passed out. i quietly left and ubered home.

shortly after i started dating my first boyfriend and stopped seeing her and my other friend as much. they didn’t like that. or him. one day they were both simultaneously (i think they were together at the time) berating me with horrible messages about what an evil disgusting person i was. stuff like “who are u gonna come crying to when another ugly loser dumps you” and “dick-whipped cunt” (creative, but hurtful at the time). and then they put my phone number in their tinder bios and i was getting random texts from random numbers. i told them all to report the account and not contact me again.

a few months later i started getting texts from random numbers again, except i found out this time they made an entire dating profile with my pictures. anyways there’s lots of nasty little details and horrible interactions but it doesn’t matter much now. i’m writing this out because my dad texted me late tonight asking if my brother had told me that she reached out to him on facebook. she’s in AA now and going back and apologizing to people and wanted my contact info. she doesn’t have my number because i had to change it ... because of her. she already apologized once to me then, and part of me knows it is safer and wiser to let sleeping dogs lie. and who’s to say if she’s even telling the truth now. part of me though wants to hear her out, for her sake, if she really is trying to heal then i’m happy for that and i hope she succeeds. but i don’t know that it’s something i should/can do really.

[0lshadyl0]

Hi may I ask for yandere Shoto x fem reader non-con, she's part onryo and thinks she's unattractive.

>sees the word onryo in the ask

> has zero ideas what the hell is that

> do some research time *insert elevator music here too* > understand what onryo mean 

> has an existential crisis because this gives a full OC's creation material but doesn't have the time for that because of Christmas /but still creates one for her future villain oc blog/ 

> surrender and do the request 

well, the idea is nice and have a good non-con material but I think that this answer will be kind of different at what you asked since I have to give a more realistic way of what an onryo is and her characteristics   

first of all, Onryo is  (怨霊, literally "vengeful spirit", sometimes rendered "wrathful spirit") refers to a ghost (yūrei) believed to be capable of causing harm in the world of the living, injuring or killing enemies, or even causing natural disasters to exact vengeance to redress the wrongs it received while alive, then taking their spirits from their dying bodies.

mainly these spirits are feminine, women who were abandoned by their husbands, their husbands were capricious and made them suffer a lot or that on their deathbed their husbands promised not to remarry but breach their promise, they are also distressed women who curse their beautiful Kimonos

now with that explained, let get this jam~

Get you back to me, Yandere Todoroki Shoto x Onryo Reader

warnings: cursing, rape, verbal abuse, death, toxic relationship, cheating, betrayal 

word count: 2223

He would have been able to avoid that catastrophic end, if he had only acted before, if he had not respected your wishes, letting you be "happy" with that moron who only caused you unhappiness while cheating on you with whatever woman crossed him, he would not be there crying... at your funeral

You endured his abuses, lies, deceptions and from time to time, knocks from when he arrived drunk to your home, forced your door to insult you, reminding you how horribly ugly you were and that you should be grateful that he fixed his gaze on you, then he was beating you, watering his beer in your bruised face and then going to the neighboring building where he slept with some other girl

But your kind heart did not allow you to recriminate or blame him, even though Shoto insisted that you leave the son of a bitch, after all, you deserved better, you, a sweet woman who with a smile from your lips made the heterochromatic transcend to nirvana and thank all god that he knew for the fact of your existence, you only saw him as a friend, he, who treated you as if you were a queen, you only allowed him to be the one to console you after the mistreatment of the loser who didn't treat you like Todoroki thought you deservedAnd that's how in the bicolor's desperation to show you that he loved more than him, that you deserved more than that fucker, that you should be in his arms and not his; one night he invited you to his apartment, a luxurious pent-house, where he started drinking with you while they talked about worldly subjects

Sometime later, when you were a little past from tipsy, Shoto took advantage of your moment of weakness, in the middle of your crying while you were questioning if you really were so horrible that the love of your life decided to meet your fleshly needs with other women while he only gave you hurtful words along with blows that occasionally left you in the hospitalShoto comforted you by massaging your back while slowly directing you, preventing you from tripping over various furniture on the way to your room, where he laid you in his bed, so that later when all the alcohol went up at the head so that you were almost half unconscious, he proceeded to undress you, then he undressed and made love to you as you had never felt beforeIn your alcoholic state, you thought that the man to whom you gave all your passion without inhibiting yourself, was your beloved who had finally decided to stop fucking with other women to finally surrender entirely to you, perhaps, your relationship with him, at last, was going again for a better way

But you were not aware that those sweet moans and your lascivious expressions full of desire were not seen by the man you thought you were giving yourself, but, on the contrary, it was Shoto who enjoyed you at that moment even though he hated  a lot that the name you moaned with such fervor was his damn one, but he let it go through this time, after all, it was he who had you at that moment, fucking in and out of you to finally implanting his seed deep inside your walls The next day, when you woke up, with tremendous headache due to the hangover, you realized your mistake, seeing you wrapped in the arms of the bicolor man, quickly and ignoring both the headache and your best friend who asked you to stay in the bed with him, you said no while looking at him with hate shouting that you would never forgive him, also when I try to approach you, you slapped him "I hate you! I hate you Todoroki Shoto, I trusted you and you took advantage of me" you were angered"Understand Y/n, I have done it for a good reason" he was surprised since he had never seen you so furious"No! I will not listen to you, you have gone out of line with this, I do not want to see you anymore! I want you to disappear from my life!" You yelled at him, which he got shocked and in his chest, a feeling of emptiness was beginning to be generated within it

In a clumsy way, you put on your underwear while a shiver ran through your body, feeling like liquid began to come out of your pussy staining your pantyhose, you knew very well it was and fear seized you for that, because, yesterday was the day most likely for you to get pregnant, something that Shoto also knew since he was the one who remembered about your menstrual cycle since you were quite forgetful about itYou just put on some pants while the feeling of betrayal got into your heart, you had made it very clear to Shoto that you didn't see him that way, you already loved another person and, even so, against your wishes he got you drunk, he fucked you and he came inside of you, by this point you already understood that his intention was to get you pregnant so that you had no choice but to marry himWith tears in your eyes, you put your shirt in a bad way and left the apartment all messy, making it clear to everyone with your image that you had a lot of sex, but that didn't matter to you because you just wanted to get to a pharmacy and buy the morning after pill, take it, go to your house and bathe to remove all evidence of Todoroki in your body, although you saw it complicated with the marks of hickeys on your neck, breasts, and legs

But for your bad luck, just when you left the elevator you saw your boyfriend with another woman, but this was not any other woman, she was your friend, rather, your best childhood friend, the same woman who now she was massaging  her body in the chest of your beloved with lust, however, he was very busy looking at you with the deepest disgust that could manifest on a face"I can not believe that someone as disgustingly horrible as you 

 had the audacity to fool me with anybody out there" he said seeing in the obvious state in which you were, it showed from afar that you had fucked someone"I have more pity for the poor idiot who put his cock inside you, after all, you have always been the ugly of both," said your supposed best friend making fun of you "but this show of betrayal of you, damn bitch, make the things easier for us, no honey? ”she looked at your boyfriend"Consider any shit that we had finished, I already found a  prettier bitch than you" said your now ex-boyfriend while giving your now ex-best friend a hard spanking and smiling pleased with himselfEven though you wanted to say something, prevent the relationship from ending, beg for him not to leave you for another woman, you raised your right hand to get the attention of your beloved, but he gave you a look of hate that pushed back your advance for fear of him hitting you right thereWithout more I just watch you as he left with another more beautiful woman, a woman you trusted, you thought she was your friend and  in the end, she betrayed you, saw how they kissed inside the elevator while the doors closed and your heart, like your desire to live, broke into a thousand pieces

Feeling as miserable as a person who was abandoned by the person they love the most in the world, terrible pain in your chest took your breath away, arching to try to ask for help you fell to the ground while suffering a heart attackWhen Shoto came out of his shock and dressed half decently to run after you and apologize, in addition to making sure that you didn't clean up or take a pill the day after, thus ensuring your pregnancy and that his plan could end with a successWhen he arrives at the lobby, he contemplates how paramedics tried to give you first aid, there were people between horrified and curious seeing you suffer, Todoroki accompanied the paramedics to take you to the ambulance to quickly go to the hospitalHe was sweating cold, inside Shoto it was a whirlwind of emotions, but mostly there was the terror of whatever happened to you was serious, unfortunately, his fear was confirmed when they arrived at the hospital, you had died from a heart attack, according to the doctor was stress-induced cardiomyopathyYou  literally died because the son of a bitch broke your heart, now he had to bury you while he lamented your death and the future he would never have with youBut, much to the surprise of the bicolor, you came back to life, or, rather, you were forced to return to live with your quirk, one that you didn't know you had, after all, you were supposed to be quirkless, but not, you had a quirk, but it would only be activated if you died

Your quirk was Onryo, a skill that allowed you to come back to life to retaliate for all the evils that had been caused to you in the form of a vengeful spirit full of hateThis organization was the legion of the elite, a criminal group approved by law that was responsible for dirty work, of any kind, that the government ordered them to do in exchange for being exonerated of any type of crime they committed in their "time free"This group had been following you for years, since one of its members, who could see the future in the long term, saw your potential to kill in your vengeful spirit formSo they decided that you were as miserable as possible by the time you died, you became a powerful murderous spirit which they would control, they were the ones who killed your parents, they brainwashed your boyfriend's brain to make you psychologically weak until he point that you only wanted to die, either by suicide or other methods, so your brainwashed boyfriend, mistreat you by telling you every day that you were horrible, betraying you with other women, while beating you and making you feel worse than crap, not only that, they also brainwashed your best friend to fall in love with your boyfriend and take it away from you

At your funeral they were there waiting for the few who came to visit you, a few friends to whom the organization did not take importance because they were not very significant to you and the pro-hero Todoroki Shoto, they waited for them to leave to steal your body and resuscitate you, the wait was long since the hero stayed a long time crying your loss, regretting not having forced you to break up with your boyfriend so that you were with himNine hours later, when the squad in charge of stealing your body began to lose faith that the hero left, Shoto finally did, he was called to attend an emergency of a villain attack with a water quirk

With renewed hopes, the five members stole your body successfully, then in one of its many bases your spirit was brought back to life with the help of a necromancer and sealed in a puppet that had the same image of your body, now with your spirit inside the puppet, you seemed as if you had never died, with the small difference that you no longer had the same personality, in you there was only hate, the desire to avenge yourself of all the women who hurt you and you took your revenge, you killed them allIt didn't take long for everyone and, above all, a certain pro hero with half white half red hair to realize your return; Thanks to the legion of the elite that provides you with the information of all the women with whom your ex-boyfriend cheated on you, you went and killed them all, you eliminated all those that you knew that they had hurt you because the truth is, you had no idea that the ones that ruined your life were the same ones that now helped you and that you started to consider them as your new friends, all because they're gentle, supportive and caring with you, and that comfort was very welcomed As soon as Todoroki learned that you were walking again in the world of the living, for the first time he thanked the existence of that organization of legalized mercenaries, after all, they had given him a new opportunity to have you by your side and this time he would not leave, not even if you gave him a negative answer, he was going to have you whenever you want it or not, he would keep you safe and take care of you as he couldn't do it the first time, without wasting time, he began his search to find the legion of the elite and above all to bring you back

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this was so long, why I can’t do short scenarios?