#truely PISSED OFF

[lively-run-away]

these drawings were done like a year and a half ago. like 2 month or so after the ultra deluxe version released. i was too busy doing assessments but i needed to draw him to cope with the work.

i kept thinking " ah i'll sketch it down and redraw a better version of these jokes" and then i never did so here you go. mostly just me making fun of the limitations that stanely must face as a little video game guy.

[miss--river]

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[war-causing-interrobang]

[Vance gives the World Eater a hand-sewn plushie.]

Hi, please try and refrain from harming me. Thanks.

No promises for now but I’ll try :]

[leighbaylee]

🖤 ₊˚⊹ — make up

parring ➵ draco malfoy x m!reader

summary ➵ you like to fuck with him, just to make up with him.

warnings ➵ slight suggestive language/content!

age parring ➵ 17 - 18

extra ➵ slytherin & dominate reader. credits to @cafekitsune for banners!

many peers from any house can presume that your relationship with malfoy was endearing. unexpected definitely, but truely endearing.

dating draco was a bit difficult, he is arrogant, stubborn, has an extremely high ego, one prejudiced son of a bitch, and he constantly refuses to be manhandled in front of his fellow slytherins’.

one particular day, you had just entered the familiar common room after a long day of studying for a upcoming exam coming up later that same week.

you had also made the trip for another reason other than to study, to get your mind of your brat of a boyfriend.

but we aren’t gonna tell him are we?

you entered slumping on a arm chair, pulling our parchment after parchment of notes splattered with jet black ink.

around this time of the year, the common room being not full was expected due to exams.

you sighed and rested your chin on top of your hand. draco locking eyes with you as he came up to you.

❝ hey (l/n) ❞ he whispered as he sat his pretty little self on top of the arm rest.

you only looked up at him and raised your eyebrows as you got back to reviewing your work.

he began blabbing about harry potter, as usual. that would’ve never gotten you bothered but it was almost as if he was more interested and concerned about him more than his own boyfriend.

you groaned, proving that you weren’t listening to him.

❝ hey, what in merlin’s name is wrong with you? ❞

you scoffed as you discarded your parchments and dragged him down onto your lap, wrapping your arm around his waist. he yelped in looked around the room in habit.

❝ you constantly talk about harry, it pisses me off draco. ❞

he gulped, eyebrows furrowed, and looking down at your lips moving as you had more to say.

❝ besides you did the thing, where you check to see if anyone is around when i try to be affectionate with you! ❞

you began scolding him, he tried touching you to see if that were to able to calm you down. to no avail.

you snatched his wrist before he can touch your face.

❝look at you now, all hot and bothered.❞ you smirked as he huffed and tried to get off you.

that resulted in you propping him up, holding him up with you hands on his ass.

❝ h-huh? ❞ he gasped in response, wrapping his legs around your waist. also holding you tightly around your neck not wanting to embarrass himself anymore longer.

❝ stop it, your being annoying right now! ❞ he yelped out in a whine.

❝ draco’s so cute when he’s angry isn’t he? ❞ you teased him as you made it to your dorm dropping him into your bed getting on top of him in the process.

❝ stop it now! ❞ he growls.

you yanked on his blonde locks, forcing him to face you and you began.

❝ stop mentioning potter like he is your boyfriend you bitch boy malfoy. ❞ you scoffed at him, using his surname for extra measure.

his gaze softened as he looked up at you lips trembling, nodding profusely not wanting to anger you anymore.

❝ mhm! ❞ he whimpers, expressing his discomfort with your hair pulling.

you let go and grab his chin, adoring the cute little features draco was blessed with.

❝ you’re gorgeous yknow that? ❞ you smile at his watering eyes.

you turn him over, now him on top of you, your hand roaming under his robes.

you grabbed his chin with your other free hand and kissed him. draco melted.

he leaned forward accepting the kiss, heat rushing down his cheeks. your chests pressed together.

you only escalated by placing your hands on his ass, as you groped them.

let’s just say he never brought up the chosen one again.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

[greyskyflowers]

I have a lot of half thoughts about the hell scenes so I'm just going to ramble them out on here and hope they're semi coherent.

1.) I think it's so interesting that Edwin screamed for Charles while he was being taken to hell.

I would bet that Edwin cried for someone his his first trip down to hell too.

I really can't think of who he would have called for specifically. His parents? Maybe. I do think that there's something in everyone that wants the comfort of their mother when they're truely terrified but it doesn't seem like Edwin would have screamed for them. That goes for any siblings too.

He certainly didn't seem to have any friends that he could have cried for. Doesn't necessarily strike me as the type to be close to God but this situation would make a holy man out of anyone. Maybe he just called for every name that crossed his mind. Family, grade school friends, neighbors, teachers, etc.

Regardless, even if he had screamed for them, what would they have done? Who would have answered?

No one. No one answered. No one came. They were never coming.

He was completely alone.

He does scream for Charles though. Charles will always respond. Charles will always come get him.

I dont know, just seems like he screamed this time because he knew someone was listening. He said a name because he knew that person would come.

2.) I wonder if a very small, little sliver of Charles hated Crystal for just a split second when he found Edwin in hell and realized what exactly happens to him down there.

Crystal was very brave to want to come and that's important, she cares and wanted to help. I think that means a lot to Charles and Edwin.

However, she pushed back after she was told no, and that humans couldn't go to hell.

She argued with Charles and it might have been just a few minutes but how many times did Edwin get ripped apart in those few minutes?

That awful pile in the corner says many times.

3.) I'm curious what Edwin being taken back to hell would have looked like if we had followed him instead of staying with Charles.

Did the spider demon wait until it got to those horrid hallways before starting to chase?

Did it throw Edwin in there and muscle memory had him take off running the second his bare feet hit the ground? The demon already behind him and catching up quick.

Was he torn apart and back before he even knew what happened? How many times did it take before it hit him that he's really back?

This particular ones gets me. The idea that he was still in shock from being taken, was killed and back again while still trying to figure out what was even happening is heartbreaking.

If Edwin was torn apart and back before he even realized it, maybe that means it was a quick first death. Maybe the demon spider was too excited to have it's toy back.

I guess when the realization would have hit him that this was real, that he had already started the loop of runhurtagainrunhurtagain, that's what gets me.

Also, how familiar it probably was. How horrible to be so familiar with a certain type of pain that it would have immediately brushed aside all the scattered and chaotic thoughts in his head and narrowed it down to, he's back.

4.) Charles held it together pretty well in hell. Especially because I feel like he was probably furious. Everything in the past few days has been adding to his anger and what's a great way to piss him off even when he's not in a bad mood? Fucking around with Edwin.

The night nurse has made a liar out of him. She called that awful thing to Edwin, as accidental as it might have been, and it took him.

Charles promised that Edwin would not go back to hell. He said he was going to fight whoever and whatever he needed to in order to keep them together and Edwin out of hell.

Edwin is in hell. They're not together anymore.

It happened so quickly and unexpectedly that Charles wasn't able to do anything.

He has broken two promises in the seconds it took the demon spider to grab Edwin and disappear.

When he finds Edwin the second time and he gets the run down of what really happens here, he did this thing while Edwin's hand is still over his mouth where he kind of closes his eyes and nods a few times.

It's like he's telling himself to pull it together. Trying to passively take in the information and doing the equivalent of taking a few deep breathes while incredibly anxious or stressed and forcing yourself to focus on specific things one at a time.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Swallow it all down, all the devastation and fury and fear.

Edwin needs him to be okay and calm because Edwin is absolutely not okay and not calm.

So even though Charles is probably feeling a lot things right now, he swallows it down and says Okay. Let's get you out of here.

Charles is a fixer. He's a protecter. He's a fighter.

He can do none of those things right now. Not really. The only thing he can really do is give Edwin enough hope to run though hell with him.

Add in the later stuff with Esther and Charles has got to be thinking 'how many times do we have to go through this before everyone gets the message and backs the fuck off?'

[evilminji]

Behold! o/ The Face Of Benevolent Evil!

Mr. Principle! A professional hero and educator!

Also possibly some sort of stoat hybrid! Certainly a chimera of Japanese fauna! With the Quirk High Specs, he is one of, if not THE, smartest beings on the planet of which he resides! With a background perfectly justifying a decent into hatred and villiany, he instead chose to channel his incredible world shaking intellect into the shaping of future generations!

He likes to fuck with people!

For FUNSIES~☆!

What can he say? It keeps a man young and mentally stimulated! Plus the hysterical screaming of his staff and students is HILARIOUS. He can even argue it makes for good reaction training! Unforseen situations, children! React!!! *psychotic chortling*

Mmmmm, yes. We all have our trauma responses. Ways we deal with them. He should probably find other means... but he won't! Tea and tormenting the student body make for good future heroes, you know! They adapt!

But! You may ask! Why am I introducing you to this... *polite yet somehow deeply threatening smile* c-completely sane and normal individual!? Esteemed educator that he is! Ha ha...

A good and not at a under threat question!

Villains? Are fuuuuuckin STUPID!

Doesn't matter how many PHDs you possess! In fact! That makes it WORSE! You moron! You absolute fool! No traveling circus would have you, you sub-rate CLOWN of a jingle jangle dunce jester! You have a god damn PHD! Possibly MULTIPLE PHD!

And you thought "ooooh I should go into cwiiiiime~☆"?

Do you hear yourself when you talk? DO YOU?! Ooooh boohoo. They won't let you study what you WANT to study. It's called an ETHICS BOARD. And YEAH, NO SHIT! Maybe get over it and keep you fucked up fantasies to your SELF.

Or? If you REALLY can't hold it in? Lay the ground work like EVERYONE FUCKING ELSE! You're not special! Everyone wants to play god! It's FUN! They let you have the COOL toys! But you have to EARN that shit! Not jump straight from graduation to "fucked up superscience"!

And? If it's NOT the Ethics Board? But just some bureaucrat on a power trip? You don't have to fucking STAY. This? This RIGHT HERE? Is why I-Island fucking EXSISTS.

APPLY.

They are SO MANY countries you could move too. SO MANY other labs. You actual DUMBASS.

But NO! You decided to commit to a fucked up underground Villian Lab. As though HUNTING THOSE isn't the PERSONAL fucking passion project of THE SMARTEST BEING IN JAPAN. Frankly? You deserve this. You deserve this and our school doesn't know you. Never heard of you. You whoms't?

Coulda changed the world. But instead all you did was piss of The Fuzzy White Demon Lord of UA. Rest in pieces. *click*

*sound of doors smashing open*

*violent Raid Upon Your Labs noises*

But! You may ask? What's IN the Lab?

What MAKES this a DP crossover?

I like your question asking spirit! Good one! And the answer? You know what's better then ONE(1) Nedzu? A second one that you can ACTUALLY control this time! After all! You could consider Mr. Principle a prototype. A proof of concept, if you will. If you were able to make ANOTHER.....

Well, you would set off EVERY. SINGLE. ALARM. Nedzu has set up!

All of them!

Because he don't PLAY THAT.

He has long last trauma from the labs and is the SOLE FUCKING SURVIVOR. There WERE others. They Did Not make it. And their slow agonizing deaths are carved into his brain for the rest of his life. Truely "The living shall envy the dead"; it was a place that made hell seem merciful.

When he declare Never Again?

He fucking MEANT Never Again. He will BURN your empires to ash, with you in them. No More Labs.

So :) You can IMAGINE :) HOW HAPPY HE IS :)

That someone out there is trying to RECREATE his SUPER traumatic childhood, on ANOTHER CHILD. Ha ha! Gonna be a second Nedzu huh? Planning to torture HIM like you did me, HUH? Shove him in a cage and treat him like an animal? Force him to watch as the others die? Collars and whips and cattle prods? Mazes?!

Nedzu may lose his shit.

Juuuuust a little bit.

But if anyone there knows what good for them? They saw NOTHING. What's a little PTSD flashback between friends? Now what is the baby?

Smashcut to said baby!

Because it was a TEAM effort, Danny was successful in "Nuh Uh!"ing out of Rulership. But NOT out of governance. Since he DID help. He's a Councilman now. It's? Not as bad as it could be, honestly. Since it's opened the Zone up to a more democratic system.

Still held by "kick the ass of the person you wanna replace" but still!

Babysteps.

Thing is? There was apparently this weird? Leak? Like a couple hundred years ago, in this one area, that was never addressed. Everyone just moved their doors and stuff. Treated it like the floors flooded. But now that they HAVE someone to complain too?

They all want their territories back.

"Go fix it!" What are we? Janitors?

Danny looses the rock, paper, scissors competition. He's pretty sure Boxy cheated. But like? Dude has a kid to go home too, so Danny doesn't fight him to hard on this. Uuuuuugh. Just remember the Spider-Man motto. Great power~ blah blah blaaaah~

And? Wow is it fucked out there.

The whole PLANET has to be limnal as FUCK. Yikes.

Problem is? When he and his team (Because YES, he HAS learned from his mistakes, Jazz.) get close to the... frankly the Zone here looks like distorted spiderwebbing. With him leading the charge, obviously.

....something happens.

It's... it's not a portal. Wrong color. It's like someone USED the weird spiderwebbing effect to... to reach INTO the Zone? But they are severally Limnal. Clawed hands, blue tint. But that's not the problem.

No, the problem.

The Horror.

The thing that his team can only watch on in agonized terror as it plays out... is that hand? It shoots out of nowhere. Ghostlike in the Zone. Meaning it must be living. And PLUNGES directly into Danny's chest to wrap around his core.

Time seems to slow.

He can't even scream in pain. At the violation. His team, acquaintances, yes, but friendly ones. Can not even cry out in horror, as they watch their friend and team lead be butchered before them. Before that uncaring hand is ripping back. Perfect ice and starlight in its uncaring grip.

For a terrible moment... he is in two places at once.

Then he is crushed in a burning grip. Like molten bars. Watching his own body dissolve into nothing in an instant, pain and horror still etched upon his face. The beginnings of screams ripping from his team as they jerk away from the nightmarish threat.

Then he can not think at all.

He... he TRIES. Knows he has been captured. Is certainly not the sort to give up easily. But... he's so tired. His body feels? Weird. Not wrong, per say. It's HIS. But... small and weird. Like he's shape shifted into a new form and hasn't adjusted yet.

....

.......

...........

He's getting really sick of all the goop against his whiskers and in his ears. It feels WEIRD against his fu- WAIT a second... did those assholes shove him into an animal? Why?! To contain him? Ha! Jokes on them! He's DONE THIS before!

For FUN!

He once spent a whole ass summer as a tiny dragon just 'CAUSE!

Unfortunately, said assholes notice him waking up. Dump him in a glorified hamster cage. But like.... a SHITTY "I don't care about the pet I bought" hamster cage. Dude. And he's naked.

Is that Japanese? Ooooh! It IS! Thank you, Tucker's Weeb phase.

......actually, never mind. Lotta dehumanizing language there, my guys. What is this? The GIW international? You couldn't even give me PANTS? Swear to God, call me an "it" ONE more time and the next time I have to go? I am going to aim through the bars at your-! *alarms going off*

....wasn't me.

I mean, be all means, ha ha and get fucked, but? Wasn't me. Oh hey! Some one exploded the doo-

AND? In Lab 4?

Nedzu finds a child with fluffy, ungroomed black and white fur, and the curious yet cautious eyes of a survivor. They are the most magnificent green, pale and luminous they glow in the laboratories lighting. Paws too big for his small frame, delicate ears on the swivel, equally large. Yet to grow into either. Adolescent, at best.

He watches the child take him in. Note his features and the chaos behind him. The injured scientist under his feet. Come to him conclusion. Nedzu will not rush him. Now that he... he stand the chance to be the hero he himself never had. It is a strange feeling. At once cathartic and unbearably painful.

He is given the equivalent of a cheerful grin, as the lad points the the lock on the cage. Is asked if he happened to bring a spare pair of pants. He can not help his amused chortle as he makes quick work of the lock. The unbearable RELIEF he feels.

He... he was not too late.

These monsters had no chance to crush the boy's light. To make a monster of him, like they did with him. He survived his laboratory, his hell. But not all of him left that terrible place. He knows that. Some innocence, some goodness, died alone in the dark. But here? He insured there would be no chance.

With amusement, he watches the boy turn the lab upside down until he finds spare scrubs. Triumphant, he then considers his own, tiny claws. Dismisses them. Attempts to hop up on a chair to retrieve something sharp. It? Is unbearably cute. To watch him rip and shred, problem solve. His little mind churning away. Whiskers twitching as his eyes dart around, considering his options.

Nedzu offers one of his spare knives.

Watches him light up.

Adorable~

@legitimatesatanspawn @hdgnj @nerdpoe @babbling-babull @lolottes

[delphientropy]

disclaimer. even if you cross out my username, i do not give you consent to post me and call me cringe. this is against the TOS of tumblr and reddit, and can get you banned. also, its fucking disgusting to post traumatized people on there, especially minors. we are coping healthily and if we find that you posted us on there, we will send you a pissed off comment and we will report you. fakeclaimers fuck the hell off.

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not only are we fictive heavy because of our maladaptive daydreaming, ADHD, and autism, but also because (our dad even confirmed it) for the *longest* time, fantasy and media was something we has such a clutch on.

there was so much going on in my early life, that like. fiction became such a heavy coping mechanism. my dad said i would get lost for hours. most of my memories of playing pretend it was always warrior cats or school but with dogs or dragons.

our hyperfixations are almost always lifelong and never truely go away (weve been hyperfixated on fnaf since we were like... 6....) like. being neurodivergent and traumatized in my life made me always stressed and obsessed with escaping to fantasies. fantasy has been a lifelong coping mechanism to us. so to us it just wouldnt make sense if most of us were brainmade. yyyknow?

[maedhrosiseverything2me]

Have you ever wondered if elves comprehend human jokes or sarcasm?, like for example when we are so pissed off we say things out of rage and don't truely mean it..

*plan not going well*.

Human:*pissed* I'm gonna k!ll myself.

Elf:*visibly concerned* why would you do that?!.

[threepandas]

Bad End: Preserve Us

You know how in conservation biology you sometimes try to introduce a pair to be mated and one will just... just fuckin' merc' the other? Just absolutely obliterate them in a hissing, growling, nightmare ball of fury? Before anyone can stop them? Territorial and (to put it lightly) "uninterested", dispite your desperate desire to save their species from extinction, and need for them to get frisky?

I know.

Holy SHIT do I know.

There's a lot of reasons. Ways you can (hopefully) get around it. But first? Is finding out WHY it happened. Was it just the one? The environment? Were they sick? Or... as is the case sometimes, did they decide their Handler was their mate? Some species only mate once. Are loyal for life. You gotta work around that.

Which is all well and fine and good.

When we're talking about ANIMALS.

Non-sentient, non-sapient animals! Not ALIEN SPECIES! What the ABSOLUTE FRESH HELL did they expect from me!? Compliance?! This was UNETHICAL! Monstrous! I had been trying to slip my gaurds long enough to radio for help SINCE I GOT HERE.

I hope the fuckers ROTTED in whatever their Gods considered a Hell.

"Conservation facility" my ENTIRE ASS. You can't run CONSERVATION EFFORTS like this on SENTIENTS. Eugenics loving, atrocity fetishizing, immoral BASTARDS!!! And they KNEW it too. They HAD too! Or they wouldn't be HIDING it! Fucking KIDNAPPING scientists! Biologists! Doctors!

I was on my ways to study Lekku monkeys!

God...

I'm? I'm so tired of being pissed.

Furious and outraged and SCARED. Horrified and sick. There are PEOPLE here. Kids! And I don't... oh god, I don't... H-How LONG has this been going ON? Why did no one NOTICE?

Every day I feel my heart break. The desire to scream and scream and never STOP, grow inside me. I have to get out. I have to get us ALL out. Get these people FREE. Do SOMETHING. But I am forced to "conserve" the species assigned to me. The group assigned to me.

It's killing my love for the field. Making a mockery of everything I worked for.

I don't... I don't think my hands will ever be clean again.

But I have to help. Do everything I can. Make hell a little kinder, if nothing else. At least while I figure out a way OUT. My group deserves better. The groups I do not work with, deserve better.

I disguise games as "testing". Pages and pages of meaningless numbers ans scores. INSIST that enrichment is the key to success. Diet is EVERYTHING. Oh, and habitat? Well unless we can mimic their habitat there's no WAY they'll "breed".

No, no, using machines would stress them out too much.

It's like you DONT want babies!

Who's the expert here? That's RIGHT! Dr. Cho, but FAILING her and like five other people? Me. And I know for a FACT they are pulling the same scam. We ALL fucking hate you. Dr. Cho has KIDS, you FUCKS. Hasn't seen her son in YEARS thanks to you bastards. He was engaged. She's probably missed his WEDDING thanks to you!

Getting distracted, spiraling again, gotta stop DOING that.

It wont help anyone.

But God, if my brain doesn't slowly feel like it's shorting out the longer I'm here. Stress is called the silent killer for a reason. Or what that something else? Fuck. I can't even look it up! Bastards cut us off from the galactic web. Full information blackout. Because of COURSE they did... can't risk us rightfully calling for help.

Getting the Feds involved to shut this hell pit of a black site DOWN. Or a "whatever it truely is" site. Because it sure as SHIT has nothing to do with conservational biology. Except maybe the abuse of it.

But that doesn't help me right now.

Focus, damn it!

The Yanderens. Old, absurdly rare, nearly extinct, with a home planet they'd reduced to uninhabitable wastelands millennia ago due too... something. No one knew what. There had definitely been fighting. It WAS documented they were excellent fighters. Ruthless ones at that. But it was ALSO documented they strongly pack bonded.

There had been a lot of strongly worded warnings on what few documation my captures were able to find, translate, then shove at me. But honestly? They said the same thing about humans. Ooooh big scary persistent hunters~ oh nooooo! Watch out for the omnivores with a history of war! Sins of the father and we are defined by our diets! Class systems! Let's all JUDGE each ooooootheeeeer~!

Yeah, no. Not buying it.

Especially when the "warnings" were so damn vague and poorly documented. All "the HORRORS!" and "we barely SURVIVED!". Cause honestly? The Yanderens I was watching over? Easily the most mild and temperate individuals I had ever met. No tantrums from the kids, no big emotional meltdowns, just curiosity and at WORST? Mild frustration.

It made everything ten thousand times worse for me, that these poor people were in this hellish place. They were calm. Curious. Meant for greater, BETTER things! They should be out, playing and learning. Exploring and enjoying peaceful strolls in some art gallery or zen garden somewhere! Not... not this sterile fucking LAB.

But then M-17 loses his SHIT.

And now I'm kinda panicking. Because F-6 is not just dead, God rest her soul (she didn't deserve this. Oh god. She was so SWEET.), but M-17 might just be too, soon. If I can't find out what HAPPENED. Because if he's "feral" or "diseased" or whatever other horrifying terminology they end up using? They DO something about it.

And I can't actually stop them.

I... I don't know if it was a trauma response. Or I did something wrong. I could PROBABLY pass it off as my needing more studies into their observed "mating habits"? That... that I somehow... turned it... uuuuh... dominance battle? Shit. Where are my notes?!

F-6 is DEAD and its all my fault.

She was such a cuddle fiend too. Always excited to hear about my studies, from before. My life. Wanted to join me after we got out of here. I never should have let her volunteer. Granted, she wouldn't have taken no for an answer. Wanted to spend the pregnancy plotting our escape. Asked me to help raise the kid once we got out. Had a whole grand plan. But I...And I...

God...

I should have said NO. Insisted. It was just so hard, when F-6 had made it all sound like it would be okay. Like she had a plan and all I need to do was trust her. Believe in her. Then we could be free.

I had hoped M-17 would work best. He was always the most agreeable and quick on the uptake. I figured... well... ha ha. God, I'm such an IDIOT. I should have CHECKED. Who KNOWS what happened before I arrived? What triggered I just accidentally rammed my foot into? FUCK! I sweep everything from me desk onto the ground. Don't give I shit that I'll have to clean it up later,

I had figured M-17 would be COOL with it.

This place is getting to me, isn't it?

Why the FUCK would anyone be COOL with getting jumped? Bred like an animal? Shoved in some random ass room, with a vaguely familiar stranger, and told "now fuck. We want a literal litter from you two"? All while some biologist watchs and makes god damned NOTES!?

Of course he fought back. OF COURSE he didn't stop!

The only one there he could trust was himself.

I...I'm becoming a monster... aren't I?

Oh god.

At least we're in the satellite facility. The gaurds are definitely going to rat me out, but the news will take time to filter back. And... and the Yanderens being so "dangerous" might work in my favor. I... I can spin this. I HAVE to spin this. I can't let TWO people die for my fuck up.

I promised myself I would get as many people out as I could. I refuse to back out now. Even if that means crying, puking, then going out there to lie my ASS off. This was TOTALLY NORMAL. In fact, expected! Yep! It means that's we've determined that M-17 is the alpha Yanderen! A thing that is both REAL and possible to BE!

I rinse my mouth, stomach empty. Crying has exhausted me. But I can't give up. Too many lives count on me now. I... I wish so badly I was just a nobody again. Just some random biology student, trying to make a name for herself. Being "important" is a CURSE.

I try not to chug my water as I half stumble out of the glorified shoebox that is my bathroom into the much larger and Fancier CLOSET that is my room. Truely, no expense spared, for the captives they ripped away from their lives. So glad I am here willingly and of my own volition.

I gather myself. Finally ready to go and try to untangle the mess I have made of everything. When a deep booming alarm rattles my bones. The lights flickering to red. Blast doors slide down, SLAM shut over the transparent recessed bit of wall that counts as my window, the door to the rest of the facility.

Trapping me inside my small room.

Almost immediately after, an EXPLOSION rocks the world hard enough to knock me from my feet. Only the bed's limited padding keeping me from a nasty concussion. The edge of it still ramming painfully into my shoulder. Another explosion. Then another. I sit for a long, terrible, second stunned.

The moment passes.

I scramble on my hands and knees for the in facility communication device that I had knocked from my desk in anger, grief. Not daring to stand lest I be thrown down again. I manage to find it as the world shakes again for the fifth time. Followed by what sounds like gun fire out in the halls.

I fling myself back towards my shitty little bunk. Drag every bit of padding and protection I can, down and under it with me. If the roof goes? I want shock absorption. If shots get through the door? I want something to slow those blasts down. Anything. ANYTHING! To increase my fucked chances of surviving.

I burrito up and wriggle back as deep as I can. The world muffled but ending just outside my crawlspace. Then I desperately try to get one of the others on the line. I got nothing but chaos. Running. Running. Hiding. And Dead.

Dead. Dying.

Remember me.

And GONE.

Some of them fighting with their groups too freedom. Some being targeted right along side their captors. Others savaged by the ACTUAL animals they had been working with, the one's Galacticly deemed too dangerous for effort like this. Someone or something had set EVERYONE free. A simultaneous attack on all fronts that our captors could not put down or escape.

The Yanderens were out there.

Oh god. Please let them be okay. They wer-

My thoughts ground to a halt as M-32 LAUNCHED his tiny body onto the screen of one of the security feeds I was desperately looking through. F-6 had figured out how to get us a backdoor to them a long time ago. M-32 was just a kid. A small, soft, cuddly little thing that loved to lean against me and crawl into my lap. All cherubic cheeks and cute little curls. Shy!

Yet I watched... in mounting horror... as like a lion on some unfortunate animal, he landed on a gaurds back. Small arms going around his body in a mockery of a hug. Head tilting so he could BITE at the back of the man's neck, small hands clawing and ripping at weak points in his armor, as he screamed. Thrashed. Tried desperately to get M-32 OFF of him.

There was so much blood.

My hands were shaking. So much, I accidentally hit the next screen button. Jerked my thumb back. But... but oh god. There was F-26. Using the butt of a rifle to slam down against the head of a scientist. Again and again and again. Long after the begging and thrashing stopped. I flipped again. M-4? No... please not M-4. Not the soft spoken and wise...

I watched as he grinned, a cold thing, and shot out another joint. His foot on the chest of the head scientist who had moved him to a different group. In the background, his supervisor lay dead. They had not died quickly. The head scientist was begging. A mess of tears and pain. M-4 shot another joint, pressing his foot down harder.

I wanted to be sick.

I flipped again. And again. And AGAIN.

H...Had I known them at ALL? Like demons wearing the faces of those I'd known. People I'd trusted. Not a SINGLE ONE was... oh... oh god. F-6. Had she been too? Would I have ever known? Was THIS what all those warnings meant? I couldn't think. Couldn't breath. Had... Had never had a panic attack but... BUT-!

I wheezed.

Shook.

"Oh, Clever giiiirl~" A familiar voice sang, before a blood splattered face flickered into being on the screen in my hands. "Where aaaare yoooou~?"

M-17. He'd somehow managed to take over the security cameras. That or the communication feed. His eyes were bright. A grin on his face like I'd never seen from him. ALIVE in a way I'd never seen him. The excitement transformed his face. No longer softly doll like, but something DANGEROUS. Unhinged. His eyes dilated and deadly teeth on display.

"Come out, come out wherever you aaaare~. I have so much to TELL you! We have so much to DO! I'm going to make you MINE sweetheart! No one else can have you. So come out. I won't hurt you much, I promise! Just gotta make you mine then we can leave okay~?"

Furious snarls echoed through the halls. Male and female alike. Old and young. I... I recognized each of those voices. What was HAPPENING?

"Aaaah? Did you TRASH really think you DESERVED her? Ha! Please." M-17 grin was cruel. Mocking. "You don't have a chance in hell of taking what's MINE."

His eyes seems to shift away from unseen enemies and back, somehow, to me. Warming to something euphoric. Resting his head on his hand as if to consider me. His fingers spread, stroking his own face, as if the desire to TOUCH was simply too great. As if what he was imagining was bleeding over into the real world.

"Oh clever girl~ my clever, clever girl~♡ I can't wait til it's just you and ME. Start think of where you want to go first, okay? We're going to get married. Have that child you wanted me for. All the things you ever dreamed~♡ I'm going to have you all to myself. No more annoying others. Ah~ can't wait to find you soon!"

"But first?"

"May the best of us Win."

[nekrosdolly]

Wesker surviving RE5. Taking a good while to recover. When he final tracks Chris many years later he sees a young woman with Chris. Obviously not Chris' wife.

Chris got a daughter. And Wesker knows how to truely break him now.

Poor girl, she gets hit on by a super hot dude not knowing that he is her dads biggest enemy

listen... this would go fucking crazy... 18+

cw; afab!reader, creep!wesker, reader is 21-ish and wesker is... *gulps*... 61, dad!chris isn't the best dad, i'm projecting big time with this one guys sorry, takes place circa re8, reader is in college, no use of y/n, chris is the kind of alcoholic dad that you don't want your boyfriend to meet because you are, in fact, embarrassed of him, wesker drives a lincoln mkz zephyr.

you look like your dad but prettier. softer, sweeter features than your father's own. your eyes are paralyzingly innocent, and he can't help himself when he lays eyes on you. you're younger than albert by a concerning amount of years, but thanks to your dad's unintentional neglect during your childhood, you've got some issues.

your father never told you about wesker- or anything relating to his line of work. how foolish of chris to not take such precautions with his daughter. you never bothered to ask, either, as you felt some sort of resentment towards your dad in your teenage years. everything he did pissed you off, especially when he was trying to bond. so of course you decided to date someone just as old, if not older than your dad, just to piss him off in return.

that's when you stumbled across wesker. he was handsome for his age, though he looks much younger and you're not sure why. the sunglasses thing confused you, though he'd told you once when you had first started talking that he has light-sensitive eyes. you, being so trusting of this nice, older man who made you feel wanted, believed him and every little thing he ever told you. he'd make you feel so warm inside, and it didn't take long for you to fall for him.

he'd made a show of falling for you, too, to keep you under his thumb. you were the type to flee at the first sign of abandonment; he couldn't have that.

your dad was shocked when you told him you'd found a boyfriend. thanks to your strained relationship, you'd hardly talked to him after leaving for college, which he blamed himself for. it had only worsened between the two of you after your mother left.

and now, at dinner, your dad thinks it's the greatest idea in the world talk about your beloved.

"so," your father starts as he saws through thick-cut steak with a serrated knife, cutting you off a piece, "this boyfriend of yours, when am i meeting him?"

"you want to meet my boyfriend?" you cock an eyebrow at your father, though he doesn't meet your gaze. his own is fixed to the bit of steak he's setting on your plate beside some vegetables.

"well, yeah. must be pretty serious if you told me about him." chris finally looks at you, setting his silverware down. you swallow.

"i don't know, dad."

"what, are you embarrassed of me?"

"i didn't say that, don't put words in my mouth." you stuff a piece of sauteed cauliflower in your mouth as chris sighs inwardly. for the next ten minutes, there's no sound except silverware clinking against your plates and your father's jaw popping here and there.

neither of you can take much more of the awkward silence.

chris clears his throat and leans back in his chair, "listen, i just want to make sure you're dating a good guy, okay?"

"yeah, sure." the bitterness and slight annoyance in your voice is hard to hide. you don't bother.

"is that a crime? wanting to look out for my kid?" he crosses his arms over his chest, getting a little defensive.

"don't you think it's a little late to play dad of the year? i'm not a child, i don't need you to look out for me."

"i know you're not a child-"

"then just stop." you're standing up from your chair, "stop trying to be a bigger part of my life. stop acting like you care. stop."

"fine, you want to be an ungrateful brat?" your dad stands up too, "then get out. take your shit and leave, or shut the hell up."

you don't really have anywhere else to go, so you slink back into your chair and reluctantly finish your food. with all the money your dad gets from his job, he's paying your tuition.

your dad downs the whiskey in his glass and gathers his dishes, leaving you to sit in silence at the dinner table.

-

your father lets the boyfriend thing go until you bring it up to him again, this time on your own.

when you bring it up to albert, he's delighted.

"i'd be honored," he tells you as he leans down to kiss your cheek, he's confident about this, which puts you at ease because you know your father isn't going to take this very well.

-

you're dressed your best, as is albert, who's got his hand on your lower back protectively. he can sense your nerves- uroboros didn't completely burn out of his system- as if they were his own, and he kisses your head as you unlock the front door. based on the black jeep in the driveway, beside albert's zephyr, your father is home. you open the door, and in a flash, you're pushed out of the way.

you didn't expect your father to have a loaded gun aimed at your boyfriend so quickly, if at all. a deep laugh sounds from albert.

"oh, chris..."

[captain039]

PART 8 WASTELAND HEAT (REDONE)

Cooper Howard(The Ghoul) x reader 

Warnings: Violence, blood, gore, AOB dynamics, heat, oral F receiving, smut, swearing, fallout stuff, implied cousin incest, virgin reader, drug usage, needles, plus size reader, sexual assault

What’s a plot xD

You know I literally forgot the radaway thing

Previous part <-

You don’t make it very far before your heat starts kicking in again. You’re about two meters behind the alpha who’s walking too damn calmly and stoic. You curse him over and over in your head thinking how he could’ve just bitten you and this might’ve been easier. After your heart felt moment he went too quiet and put on this hardened face. You huff each breath, hand holding your lower stomach like it might do something. You walk for ages, you think you’ve said a few curses out loud at him but he ignored you. You finally see some form of a building, a small shack huddle off the road in the tree line and you wish you could run to it. Mr hardened stoic alpha man goes in with his gun before deeming it suitable without using his words as he lays down his saddlebags and holsters his gun. You step through the door and that’s as far as you get before you’re pressed against the nearest wall, teeth bared in your direction and piercing eyes trained on you.

“Now I can sympathise you being in heat what I don’t sympathise is you cursing me out and being a brat of an omega the whole goddamn way” it takes your mind a few moments to process what he’s said. So you did say curses out loud.

“I’m not going to fuck you in the middle of the goddamn road” he sneers and you gulp a little realising he is truely pissed. The thought of him claiming you in the middle of the road makes your stomach clench.

“I understand we should’ve stayed at that house however some of the mayors would’ve been coming in a few days and I’m not putting you in danger while you’re like this” his jaw ticks as he grinds his teeth still looking you dead in the eye. Your mouth opens slightly before you shut it, opting for tilting your head to the side instead.

“Jesus Christ” he mutters leaning down and breathing in. It’s strange not him having a nose his inhaling sounds a little funny when he breathes through his nose. You wonder how he smells, if it’s intense or dulled.

“Sorry” you mumble seeing his shoulders relax.

“Go lay down, I’ll get us food and secure the location” he grumbles taking one last breath before pulling away. The shacks relatively small, a small bedroom fitting a double bed that’s surprisingly intact, a small cupboard to the side less intact and broken. There’s a small kitchen filled with dirt and rubbish and a small lounge area with a dirty old couch and coffee table. There’s a small normal table by the window with two chairs and it makes you wonder if a couple lived here. They’d sit by the window with their coffee and watch the woods. It makes you smile at the thought wondering what Cooper would be like in an old shack in the woods cooped up with his omega. You frown at the thought then, he had an omega before all this and a little girl, he was a movie star, had a whole life before the war.

You lay down the blanket you stole from the mayors house, after you smacked the old mattress and got rid of most of the dust. It creaked and made a fuss but hopefully it holds. You go to sit on it, yelping when the supports break and you fall to the floor with the mattress.

“The fuck happened?” Coopers suddenly there and you chuckle a little gesturing to the broken bed. You struggle off it and he grunts glancing to the broken window.

“I’ll move it to the lounge, safer” he grunts and you move out his way.

after camps set up you stay on the bed leaning against the wall pondering. You ate some rad roach meat without throwing up, now, now it was too hot with that makeshift fire going and him just sitting there. It’s hard to ignore when you’re not moving, when there’s nothing but the crackle of flames and the scent of alpha filling your nose. You shift every few minutes trying to ignore the wetness you can feel. It’s already dark out, the fire the only light in the room.

“I’m gonna sleep” you mumble grabbing the blanket and tugging it over you before lying down. You’re not gonna sleep, it was an excuse to make him listen to you. You clench your thighs together shifting slightly as to not raise suspicion. You hear him shuffle, heavy boots on the floor and hold extremely still.

“You’re not sleeping” he says voice low as the bed dips.

“Well not in two minutes I won’t fall asleep” you babble.

“Brat” he grumbles as you feel the blanket torn from you.

“Hey!” You go to snatch it back but see his smirk in the fire light. He’s atop you in seconds body hovering above yours, face inches from yours.

“Shifting every minute to find some relief, clenching your thighs together doesn’t feel as good does it?” His voice is quiet and rough and you shake your head in response and he hums.

“You won’t sleep till I’ve tasted you” he mutters lips pressing to yours. You moan a little too loudly and grip his shoulders trying to tug him closer. It’s the same as before rough and needy, teeth and tongue. You struggle to push your vault suit off your legs, you’d unzipped the top before you left. Cooper smirks against your lips as he helps you kick them off onto the floor nearby still kissing you hungrily. You pushed your underwear off with them as his hand grips your thigh and squeezes before moving to your inner thigh. There’s slick coating your inner thigh and a growl leaves his throat as his fingers trail through your folds.

“You’re soaking” he mutters and all you can do is nod and whimper.

“Bet you’ll taste sweet like honey” he murmurs against your lips before shuffling down your body. You frown in confusion lifting your head as he pushes your thighs apart and forces your legs over his shoulder. His breath is hot against your sex and your head falls back to the pillow as a hot tongue swipes along the inner flesh of your thighs, lapping at the slick there.

“I was right” he growls softly tongue lapping around your inner thighs before his tongue goes through your folds. It makes your body go rigid, back arching slightly.

“Alpha-“ you let out a breath as he does the action again. His tongue laps at your entrance while his lips suck, you squirm and pant hearing him growl when you move too much. His teeth nip at a sensitive spot against your clit and you freeze and gasp.

“Stop squirming” he says and you try to obey as he continues sucking and licking. Your stomach tightens in knots, his tongue rubbing circles against your clit while his hand snakes between your thighs and presses his finger to your entrance. He’s slow pushing it in, there’s no pain like before, he slowly moves it in time with his tongue and you moan as quietly as you can. A second finger joins and you stretch around them, he moves them in and out, stretches them apart, curls his fingers. Your legs are trembling against him as the knot tightens before one last push of his tongue his you snapping. Your back arches, eyes sealed shut and mouth hung open in a broken gasp as he continues. You try to push him away but also bring him closer somehow, you feel little shocks go through you with each movement of his tongue before he lifts his head and removes his fingers. You pant heavily, chest heaving as you see him in the fire light licking his fingers clean. You take a few moments, breath coming out shakily as he leans back down, his hands go under your shirt, spread across your side and stomach. You sit up so he can slip off the tank top and undo your bra before lying then on the floor too. Your minds a little hazy but you need more. You tug him closer when he leans back and he hums softly face going to one of your breasts. His mouth opens around one of your nipples and you suck in a breath as his tongue swirls around the bud. His other hand massages the other gently and you sigh. His teeth scrape over as he lifts off making you hiss before he gives your other breast the same attention. You curse the scratchy pants rubbing against your skin, the dirty shirt and vest he’s got on. You lift your hands up going for the vest buttons but he’s quicker, snatching your wrists and lifting his head up.

“I wanna feel you” you mutter almost sounding like a whine.

“Please” you add softly. It’s hard to see his face in the firelight shadows, you can see his brow taunt in a frown and his jaw tense. He lets your wrists go and you undo the vests buttons one by one before shrugging it off him. He watches you, you can feel his eyes on you like heated lights. You undo his shirt buttons too brushing your hands up his chest. He sits up tugging off the piece of clothing before leaning back down. Your hands rest on his shoulders gently going down his arms. You can feel yourself already slicken up more preparing for him, your mind going into a fog of need. His lips meet yours and the kiss is softer than expected but still determined and hungry. He’s hard against your stomach, gently grinding his hips against you.

“Please” you beg softly feeling him smirk against your mouth as he undoes his pants and kicks them off. He sits on his heels and you wait for what feels like eternity.

“Hands and knees” he orders and you frown but roll over. You hear him hum before a warm body covers yours.

“Good omega” he whispers in your ears and your body shudders. He nudges your knees apart a little more before you feel the tip of him against your entrance. You clench a fist knowing what happened last time, but the pain isn’t there. His hand grips your hip as he slides all the way in and you moan hanging your head. He stays still for a while as you breathe heavily through your nose and mouth before he finally moves. Your eyes slide shut as you hang your head and focus on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your walls. He sets a steady pace not too quick but not too slow, it’s agonisingly good. He quickens his pace a little hands bruising into your hips but you don’t care. One hand moves to your neck though gripping gently before you’re tugged up. You gasp at the new position, sitting in his legs as he thrusts up into you shallowly. You feel the coil in your stomach again, feel it rising in your body and lean your head back against his chest. You can feel him swelling as he thrusts into you, gradually pushing it in. His hand moves down your side and to your front, his fingers press against your clit and begin to press slow circles. You moan a little loudly and bite the inside of your cheek.

“Come on omega, let me hear you” he mutters in your ear and you let your mouth hang open again as another moan. You feel so close to the edge nothing but whimpers leaving your mouth.

“Alpha” you breathe out tilting your neck. He growls breath fanning over your neck hips stuttering.

“Please” you beg softly feeling opened lips against your glands. You whimper softly trying to hold off going over the edge.

“Please, Cooper” you add and something in the alpha snaps. His hips harshly thrust up locking his knot in you, his teeth sink into your skin and you cry out as you feel yourself come undone. His hand slows and stops against your clit his teeth still harshly in your skin as he pants. The pain is almost searing till he unlatches his teeth and licks over the wound.

You’re like a doll against him, feeling the hard leathery skin pressed against you, his knot swelled inside you, his mark on your neck.

“Easy” he mutters when you whine softly as he lowers you both into your sides on the mattress. One arm is under your head while the other his securely around your stomach holding you close. You feel exhausted yet complete and satisfied, your body humming in delight. You struggle with words, the noise that comes out is mumbled jumble and the alpha behind you just hums like he understood. His hand rests on your hip then leaves reaching for something before you’re both covered in a blanket and his arm goes back around you. You hum and mumble a thank you as you try to stay awake a little longer enjoying the feel of his body against yours.

“Sleep, omega” he mutters and your brain slowly switches off.

Next part ->

[mewvore]

I feel like if I put my all into it I can make something truely groundbreaking and really cool but I'm gonna be real the "cult classic" status makes me nervous and keeps me froms starting every time. I hate to admit it but I'd be a little pissed off if I had to wait 20 years for people to recognize and see the brilliance of my 300 pages of sensual pokemon erotica

[little-emerald-snake]

Smutmas Day 29

“Fucking is a reward but you haven’t been a good girl.” - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

602 words

Warnings: apology blowjob, oral m receiving

She’d gone against his advice again, resulting in winding up in headmaster Black’s office getting scolded for wandering off campus and getting stuck in a tree of all places.

She had gotten stuck in the tree and missed curfew which had resulted in nearly half the school going on a search party for her in the middle of the night.

To make it all worse Black had summoned Ominis to walk her back to her dorm, the one student who’d told her beforehand that this expedition would be a bad idea and that it would bite her in the ass later.

She followed behind him, his glowing wand guiding the way back to her common room in near silence. “Ominis. Please, you don’t need to punish me with your silence. I’ve already been punished. I feel bad that I went against your wishes, truely.”

Ominis remained silent, continuing along with heavy boot falls. “Ominis ple-“

He spun on his heel causing her to crash into his chest as he sighed heavily. “No, you don’t get to be sorry only when you know you got caught. You could just listen for once maybe and you wouldn’t find yourself in so much trouble all the bloody time. Ever think of that?”

Her head sunk in shame but his hand stopped her, forcing her to look into his unseeing but still angry eyes. “No. You didn’t think of that. Instead you wake up and ponder, hm, how can I go against Ominis Gaunt today? What can I do to piss him off this time?!”

She looked around at the empty corridor they were in and licked her lips nervously. She knew there was only one way to tamp down his anger but she could really get them into trouble if she got caught here.

She sank to her knees, fingers flying up to his trousers. Ominis’ breathing hitched but he made no move to stop her. “You already know that fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been a good girl.”

She shakes her head and pulls his growing erection from his trousers with a smirk. “We aren’t fucking, this is only for you. This is just the beginning of my apology.”

She sits up on her heels, taking him into her mouth with a satisfied hum. He smells so good here, the masculine scent of him making her wet between her thighs already.

He gripped both her hands, placing them on his thighs. “Don’t move these hands. You aren’t allowed to play with yourself tonight. You deserve to be punished.”

She hummed around him greedily, rolling her tongue over his sensitive head. He sighed pleasurably, using the hand not holding his wand to lace his fingers into her hair. “Fuck, you’re way too good at this.”

She took him to the back of her throat, breathing through her nose so she wouldn't gag. His eyes squoze shut, a low guttural growl leaving his lips. “Holy fuck, gonna cum…”

She doesn’t stop, doesn’t even move till his fingers tighten in her hair and he leans back against the wall for support. She swallows around him and with a broken groan he’s cumming down her throat in hit thick ropes.

Once she’s sure he’s done she pulls off with a pop and grins happily, licking her lips. “You taste so good, Omi.”

He huffs and buttons himself back up before gripping her shoulder and dragging her toward the Slytherin common rooms. “You’re gonna stay with me tonight. Can’t trust you not to relieve that dripping cunt the second you’re alone.”

[zapernz]

talk of cnc, somno, basically me explaining that these arent rape

i truely cannot believe these people going around saying somno and cnc is rape. it is not rape. rape is not consented too, somno/cnc is. it is throughly talked about and discussed between both party’s before anything even happens. but writers are writing fiction. they arent going to go into the in depth talk people have before hand before participating in the action.

it baffles me people arent more educated on kinks sometimes. just because you arent into something doesnt mean you can go around sending anonymous messages being a cunt.

this genuinely pisses me off so much, a kink might stem from trauma i myself and others can vouch for this, or its just something you like for gods sake who cares.

if it is consented too, by everyone involved.

it. is. not. rape.

[1-800anklebully]

Mood - Trent Alexander Arnold x black female reader part 3

Summary: In which you and Trent were sneaky links at one point in life and he got sick of you. You’ve now returned back to Liverpool and old feelings resurface.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Asshole!Trent, swearing, smut if you squint a little, Toxic!Trent. And probably many things that I can’t think off the top of my head.

Excuse any errors.

“Trent don’t be rude, aren’t you going to greet Y/n properly.” His mother scolded him, stepping closer to mostly likely pinch some manners into him.

However he was smart and quick enough to know what her aim was so he bolted over to your side. He sent his brothers a vexed glanced before he glanced down at your 5’5 frame.

“Hello Y/n.” Trent says nonchalantly, no ounce of joy or excitement was in his tone which made you suppress the urge to roll your eyes.

His long arms pulled you into his chest and he hugged you, allowing you to get a sniff of his cologne which smelled wonderful.

You could’ve sworn that you could stay in his warm muscular arms forever if only he wasn’t such a jerk.

The hug lasted for a good 50 seconds until he cleared his throat moving away, and on your deceased pets life you saw a glimpse of his tanned face and his cheeks were flustered.

Before anyone could call him out on his rosy cheeks or how long the hug lasted. He had quickly blurted out the first thing on his mind.

Anything to just get the fixated attention of him. Trent felt all hot and bothered, since when was your backside big like that especially in that dress.

“Well the food is most certainly going to turn cold if we just stand here. Come on everyone.” Trent began ushering his family, into the dining area and they all followed wordlessly.

Accept for his brothers who glanced at each other snickering like little boys, at Trent’s antics.

“You were mesmerised by the bunda huh.” Marcel childishly remarked, stopping his journey to the kitchen area. Tyler also couldn’t help but smirk at his younger bothers face.

He got caught red handed and wanted to deny it. Respectfully, Y/n was a pretty girl and Tyler viewed her as a little sister. Although he would admit that she had grown into her grown woman body and he was here for it.

“I wasn’t even looking but would you get in there.” Grabbing poor Marcel by his neck, Trent pushed him into the kitchen causing Tyler to do the same to Trent.

The Alexander- Arnold were truely a bad trio indeed.

︱︱︱︱

“Did you see the way he looked at me? I can’t go back down there again he hates my guts.” You were currently upstairs in Agnes room helping her fix her curly hair up.

Today she had decided that she wanted a new look; so she insisted on you straightening her hair as she would usually get Marcel to, paying him 50 bucks as he would bribe her.

But then she figured why waste money when you’re here. You know how to deal with all sorts of hair especially black woman here.

“Girl, you’re just exaggerating. He doesn’t hate you, sure he’s pissed. But he can’t hate you:” Agnes says from her phone as she texted her boyfriend; whom was devastated that he couldn’t make an appearance.

“What makes you say that?”

“Because you should’ve have seen his face when he was hugging you. He looked as if he had seen a ghost. Why? Because he didn’t expect your booty to be that big. He was checking you out.” Agnes blurted out not caring and your face dropped almost burning her with the iron.

She screamed loudly; jolting away from the straighter and you apologised profusely for damn near almost burning her forehead.

“Girl what’s wrong with you almost burnt me?!” She yelled shoving you back, causing you to stumble and bump into the counter wincing.

“I’m sorry. It’s just why would you say some shit like that knowing damn well I was straightening your hair.” You argued back while finishing off her hair; then turning off the straighter.

Unpluggung it, you wrapped up the cord putting it in the cabinet below. Then all of a sudden you were yanked by your hand downstairs with Agnes leading the way.

Everyone was chatting about whatever and Y/n seized the opportunity to go into the cabinet and set up the tables. While Agnes helped her mother with the food.

“Uh why aren’t you guys helping Y/n. I thought I raised you guys better than this. Trent go help her.” Mr Arnold said pointing at his son and Trent surpassed the urge to roll his eyes at this.

All these men in the room, and out of all of them he chooses me unbelievable. He thought.

Instead of replying all he does is nod and goes into the cabinet,where he found Y/N she was texting to her friend about how overwhelmed she felt.

Turning around, she gasped once she caught a sight of her ex towering over her with a bland facial expression. As if he didn’t care what she was doing.

“I just need to get the utensils. So if you’ll excuse me.” You nodded your head rapidly moving to the side; as Trent stepped forward grabbing the plates.

The cabinet was big enough so you weren’t entirely fussed on the fact that you could smell his cologne which was marvellous. Not once did he make eye contact nor talk to you when you guys set up the table.

To him you were like a ghost, non existent therefore he didn’t feel the need to acknowledge your presence. Which was absurd because you had no beef with him at all.

If anything you wanted to talk about, and put it all aside he was just the one dragging it on for no reason.

Returning back to the table,finally once everything was done everyone had already taken their seats and the only seat left was one next Trent.

Tyler was on his right and I could visibly see him cackling to himself about the whole situation.

“Hey Agnes.”

“Hmm.”

“Do you think you can be a sweetheart and move one down-“

“Yeah no thank you. I’m already comfortable and my legs hurt from all that running.” She didn’t even glance up, and this made you scoff in annoyance.

This whole family knew damn well what they were doing, it was perfect set up as if they wanted you guys to sit next each other.

With no choice left you decided to suck it up and take your seat next to Trent whom pretended you weren’t even there.

“Now that that’s all settled. Let’s all bow our heads and thank the lord almighty for this food.” Mr Arnold insisted, and everyone bowed their heads down respectfully.

One thing about the Arnold family was they did not play about prayers, every single dinner they would give grace to the lord. It’s good to know that some things still remained the same.

While everyone was listening to Papa Arnold give grace, you couldn’t help but feel a overbearing gaze on you. Almost as if someone was staring you down.

So ultimately you opened your eyes, and there he was again staring at you blankly. He didn’t even bat an eye until the prayers was over, then he mumbled an “amen” and broke eye contact preparing his plate.

How odd. You thought to yourself, instantly everyone began digging in filling the plate to the brim as mama Dianne’s food never disappointed. You on the other hand, you lost your appetite.

It was gone, all you could was pick at the chicken that was on your plate. Meanwhile now majority of the family was halfway through the meal.

Y/n was still trying to gather herself together and Papa Arnold took notice to how glum she looked and he frowned.

“You alright baby doll, you haven’t touched your plate, since the beginning what’s up with that?” Papa Arnold pondered, while eating a mouthful of his rice and chicken. His wife and Trent’s siblings grumbled in agreement.

“Right you look so out of it.”

“If you want I’ll gladly take your leftovers anything for you my love.” Marcell joked, diving his slender fingers into your plate. However Trent acted out of instinct and slapped his hand causing him to wince.

“Don’t be rude Marcell. And please eat something so I don’t feel guilty.” Agnes whispered softly to you, in a pleading tone once everyone had resumed back to whatever they were doing.

And judging by the stoic and deadly look on Trent’s face, you obliged and ended up finishing up your entire plate with no fuss. By the time everyone was finished, you took the initiative to gather everyone’s dirty plates and wash them a little bit before placing them in the dish washer with the assistance of Agnes.

As soon as everything was tided up and the boys had all left to do their own thing, You took this as your cue to leave. Not wanting to be around the Arnold family, and this was only because you couldn’t stand that creature who was lurking in the background it was making you feel uneasy.

“Anyways mama Dianne, it was lovely see you and spent time with you all. But I think it’s best I call it night.” You announced with a soft grin. Instantly you were me with Dianna’s dejected face, and Agnes exasperated one.

“Are you serious right now…”

“Why’s that darling, I organised this so that we could spend solid girl time together, like old times.” Dianna expressed causing your stomach to cave in with guilt, the second she interlocked your hands together.

“I—“

“It’s because she’s scared of Trent. If you want me to sort him out, I won’t have a problem doing that.”

Your eyes widened at how serious and annoyed she seemed.” No! Please don’t, and I promise you that’s not the reason Agnes.”

“Quit lying to me girl, I’ve known you my whole life and I know when something is bothering you.I could see the way he was glaring holes into the side of your face. That boy still wants you.” Agnes voice gradually began to increase in tone, so you had to latch onto her bicep and ease her anger.

Because you didn’t want the whole family knowing how badly one person was affecting your mood.

“Is that so? Y/n if so, why didn’t you say anything.” Dianna frowned in disbelief at how much ruckus her son was creating behind her back.

She knew he was petty, but she didn’t think he was that petty to purposely make his ex sneaky link uncomfortable.

Sighing, you knew there was no getting out of this situation so you began to explain yourself with Agnes kissing her teeth every two seconds.

Little did you know that Trent never actually went upstairs and he was standing behind the wall connected to the kitchen; therefore they couldn’t see him.

However he did hear all the things that you said about him and he was deeply hurt that you thought that he was a bad guy.

When in reality, you’re the one that left him all alone in Liverpool 2 years no girlfriend, he couldn’t even eat for months just feeling sick to his core that you just abandoned him like that.

So for you to running around acting clueless, as to why he was treating you the way he was treating was irking something inside of him.

Finally, the conversation between his mother and Agnes had wrapped and up they began to walk you to front door.

Panicking, Trent attempted to jog up the stairs however his pace was a little to slow because his sister caught him.

“Trent! Since you wanna be so noisy do you mind walking Y/n out? While I go pack stuff for her and I?” Surprisingly, Trent didn’t protest and he just nodded his head walking to the door and opening it.

He tuned out his sister and mother saying their goodbyes, just standing there patiently with his hands in his joggers due to how cold it was outside.

Flashing them a quick grin, You jogged up to Trent who just glanced up and began walking by the direction of Agnes car which was parked a couple of cars down.

The whole time he didn’t say anything instead just scrolling through his phone, and you just about had enough of his odd behaviour. You needed answers and you need them now.

“Do we have a problem?”

This inquiry seem to get his attention, as his eyes finally gazed up into yours with confusion, almost resembling a lost puppy.

“When did I say that?”

“It’s not what you said it’s how you’re acting Trent. If you have a problem say it, and I want all your problems so please enlighten me, because I’m sick of your shit.” You blankly told him,and he eyed you with wide eyes not expecting you to jump straight to the point.

This caught him off guard as he was not sure how to reply back instantly.

“I don’t have a problem with you Y/n. What makes you say that.” He says innocently while furrowing his eyebrows together. You see now he was trying to make you seem stupid.

That’s one thing you don’t like, is when someone tries to make it seem like it’s all in your head when they’re the one causing the dilemma.

“It’s so obvious Trent. You don’t want me here you could see it all over your face, every time I spoke it was like a demon speaking you kept tutting your head or rolling your eyes.” You noted everything down, that he did the whole dinner and he finally let his guard down.

“Okay maybe I didn’t want you there and what?! We broke up for a reason, just because you came down to Liverpool doesn’t mean you have to come see my family. You barge into the door like everything’s okay well it’s not Y/N. We’re not together anymore and the sooner you accept it will be better. We’re not getting back to together,so this little plan that you created to creep back into my life is over, and you need to stop it!” He snapped, chest heaving up and down with fury.

And you almost felt like a small child getting scolded by their parent by the way he just yelled at you. This was the most angriest and harsh he had ever treated you. Sure you would get into arguments when you guys were seeing each other, but he never ever dared to raise his voice at you. Up until now.

Gulping, you swallowed down the huge lump that formed in your throat. Fighting back your tears, you bit down on your lip and just chuckled dryly.

“Way to be so harsh Alexander.” His face scrunched up in regret, the second he heard you let out a sniffle. You weren’t crying because of him raising his voice at you.

You were a big girl. You could handle that. It was the fact that he was so dismissive and rude that it made you so upset. Trent did not want to hear a word you said.

“Y/n.” He reached out to touch you, however you’re quicker and you smack his hand off you with all your strength.

“Save it. Go inside if you’re gone be an arse I don’t wanna hear it.” Grabbing Agnes car keys, you unlocked her Kia and slammed the door shut locking it so he wouldn’t come inside.

And Trent didn’t fight it. Instead remorseful and ashamed with his actions, he headed back inside with his head down dejected at what he had just went down.

“Hey where’s Y/n?”

“She’s in the car waiting for you.”

Trenr didn’t give her a chance to respond, he was already upstairs and slamming the door to his room and he collapsed on his bed face first.

All he could think was.

What had I done now.

-

And that’s wrap. I’m actually so sorry that I took so long to complete this I will admit I lost all motivations. But it’s here now and that’s all that matters.

Words can’t describe how badly I want to fly kick Trent for doing my girl Y/n like that. Like she didn’t do a damn thing.

What are y’all thoughts?

I hope you all enjoyed it and I’ll see you in the next part! 🤍🤍🤍

[trash----panda]

So

I was thinking about it. And what if it's the trope of almost getting eaten but it takes from tr0lls making you happy if you eat them. Like giant is about to do it but tiny begs and promises they can make them happy another way. It just kinda turns into being friends but eventually the giant has a really bad day and decides to just eat them, biting down on them to really taste it, ignoring their pleas. Until they bite the giant on the tounge and are dropped, running off to hide. The giant is still pissed but as they calm down they start to regret what just happened, finally sinking in that they just injured the only person that truely cared about them. They know better than to look for them, knowing it'll make it worse they leave out some cake and go to bed. When they get up it's another metaphorical gut punch since they bled on the table while yoinking cake. They just have to go to work with this heavy feeling now, they cant eat or focus because of the guilt. Coming home to the tiny passed out on the floor, pale, they rush to get some liquids in their system, carfully mending their wounds, waiting patciently for the tiny to wake. The reaction was as expected but still hurt, they looked at the giant like a monster. The giant can only give them space and hope they forgive them