#I know she resemble Bella so much

[pascals-doll]

SO HIGH

ellie williams x reader

ೀ HAPPY 420 TO EVERYONE WHO BE SMOKING WEED ✨ STAY HIGH STAY SAFE 💚 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 800 FOLLOWERS 🥹! I WANNA SEND EACH AND EVERYONE OF YALL A LOVE LETTER <33

ೀ ‘Clarisè’ is an oc, i envision her to resemble Taylor russell ! i need dealer!ellie BAD. NOW.

ೀ description: late 2010s AU! SMUT SMUT! HIGH SEX HIGH SEX 🥴, MUTUAL PINING, slight mention of drinking, mutual teasing!, (mean) dealer!ellie, pierced!ellie, stuckup!reader, reader has an attitude (brattyish), mean!ellie, dom!ellie sub!reader, strap on sex (r rec), strapsucking (e rec), face fucking (r rev) , hair pulling, cowgirl!sex, strap-packing, ellies strap is referenced as her cock, smoking while head (😇), bare use of y/n(___), use of (babydoll, princess, and gorgeous ) praise kink!

april 20th AKA 4/20—every stoner’s favorite holiday.

in celebration of the remarkable holiday—throw the dankest party of all summer!—is what your bestfriend says, of course.

your best friend Clarisè, who you grew up with, was very wealthy to say the least. her parents owned a couple international hotels which led to their long business flights, so everytime Clarisè was left alone in her mediterranean lifestyle mansion.

she would fill it to the brim with the your area code.

you were always there for her though since you were little girls, it wasn’t hard to pick up on how lonely she would feel as got older. even if she filled the house with strangers the second her parents packed some suitcases—you were always there. some form of family was atleast always there for her.

“so who exactly is coming?” you ask, sucking on a lolliepop as you laid on your best friend’s ginormous bed as she walked around in her walk-in closet. the size of her room was the size of your entire home.

“our friends—oh, and im gonna try to get at Abby tonight! what should i wear!?” she says nonchalantly as her fingers skimmed through one of the many racks of clothing.

“girl, half of the block is not our friends—i mean like who we know and she always breaks her neck when you wear red.” you state, pointing with your lolli to the red corset top Clarisè was holding in her left.

she giggles out before throwing off her crop-top to try on the corset “Jess, Deens, Bella—oh!, and i invited my dealer!, of course.” she meets your eyes through her mirror that took up half of her wall before continuing, “shes prett-ayy hot and single” Clarisè eyes wiggle around insinuatingly.

you couldnt help the scoff that left your lips before rolling your eyes “is she 45 years old?—bringing a ganja cake or something?” you joke out, ignoring the fact that your best friend has been trying to find you a hookup to ‘loosen you up’ as she quotes. Clarisè rolls your eyes at your antics to ignore her.

“its 420 baby, she the dealer—and she is not 45 years old!now come on, time to get dolled up!” were the last words she uttered before grabbing your hand and kidnapping you into the lost colorful fashion world that was her closet.

it was 8 pm by the time Jesse, Dina, and a few random people made their way through your best friend’s tall front doors leading into her huge entryway which greeted you automatically with her grand beige marbled staircase that lead you to the floors above; before you made your way down.

you checked yourself out once more in Clarisé’s bedroom mirror before you had to head down to greet the incoming guests. your makeup was light, eccentricating all your best natural features. you did a small and slown 360, a whistle coming from inside the room blows through the room and snapping your head towards the direction.

It was Jesse and Dina walking into the wide bedroom. “you guys made it!” you squeal out, engulfing your close friends into a group hug.

“look at you, sexy ass!” Dina twirls you around as she continued to compliment.

your hair flowed down perfectly, big silver diamond hoops poking through to be completed by the daintiest layered necklaces, your curves hugged your low-rise denim shorts perfectly, and along with your pink velvet bikini that teased through your small black zip-up to go along wih your chunky black beach sandals.

needless to say, you were the perfect resemblance to ‘2000s beach bombshell’.

“let’s go, lesbian and bisexual!, other lesbian is waiting for us!” Jesse exclaims, before holding out his hands in a ‘your way, m’lady’ gesture.

you and Dina just side-eye each other before scoffing, walking past Jesse as your shoulder bumped his hand out the way.

“fuckin’ dork,” you chuckled as you all exited Clarisé’s room; shutting the door behind you.

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you all made your way down the grand staircase, taking in the view of group after group making their way through your best friend’s mansion. within the next two hours, you were sure this place would be full to the brim with faded—and soon-to-be crossfaded guests. Clarisé was quite a bit preoccupied greeting all the guests as you approached right next to her.

“there you are! Ellie should be here soon!” Clarisè cheers, a long rolled lit joint already slimmed through her two fingers as she wrapped one of her around your neck.

“Who the fuck is that?”

“my dealer, bitch!—oh my god, tell me i am dreaming.” your bestfriend almost choked out, you looked around the group of people shuffling through the front door and spotted exactly what had Clarisè panties all twisted up.

Abby Anderson, quite literally the finest girl—shit, everybody said it.

“oh babe, you are not dreaming—check-up time!” you twirl her around, quickly fluffing up her thick curls and complimenting her. you spin her around, giving her the smallest push before taking the joint from her fingers; making it yours.

“go get’er, girl!” Dina exclaims from behind the both of you, you all turn around to get lost into the gloom of haze coming from the deep crowd.

you held the joint between your lips, puffing on it as your hands were interlocked with Jesse and Dina.

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you made your way through the crowd of people. you walked through the open entryway to her huge backyard t’ill you spotted Clarisè parents outdoor bar with the infamous selection of unlocked liquor.

you approached the series of circular two- and four-top tables topped with back-painted glass run along this wall, complimented with a variety of an array of different liquors while seven simple rustic barstools line up along the underlit bar.

the cobblestone walls was complimented with rustic wooden cabinets with glass-cabinet doors that held different sizes of shot glasses and cocktail cups.

the large grill and makeshift outdoor kitchen took the spot right next to the bar, soon enough, the bar started buzzing with conversations and laughter.

you guys didn’t waste anytime as he pulled out a LooseLeaf while Dina pulled out a mini jar from her purse, stenching your nostrils with the odor of marijuana immediately.

“shit, your whole bag wreekin’!” you giggle out before going to begin to look around on the few small cabanas that were spread around her extensive backyard—to someone who didn’t know the place, they could get lost outside within seconds.

i left my tray around here somewhere…

you thought to yourself as you peeked through a couple of the cabanas. you were concentrated on trying to find something to roll with; not paying attention to Clarisè approaching behind you.

your focus was pulled from the empty small make-shift beddings, whipping your head around.

your bestfriend Clarisè approached with someone right next to her—this someone was a woman—perhaps, a really mesmerizing woman in such a menacing manner.

you couldn’t help your eyes but drop to take in her exterior.

your eyes checked out the lean, yet muscular hazel haired woman. she had a slight wolf-cut at the front of her medium length hair, a sliver baring through her eyebrow, poking and peeking through one of her loose hairs; teasing you slightly with it. the woman’s eyes were a mix of piercing green and ombré the lightest shade of brown.

she had on jeans that hugged her waist perfectly as the waistband of her Calvin’s; ruffled up slightly. you notice the way her jeans bagged, yet hugged all the perfect areas, eyes examining the slight bulge, protruding slightly through the zipper of her jeans; becoming more’n’more prominent with your longing focus. you eyes scan the way her plain black t-shirt roughed up under her angel blue flannel.

she had the sleeves pushed up messily, one sleeve slightly higher than the other. the arm that was slightly more exposed was her tatted one. probably to show off that sexy ass tattoo.

you watched the way her veins protruded the tiniest bit through her feeble tone, your eyes following to the the blunt that shimmed through her middle and pointer.

you gulped, feeling your mouth run dry as each of your steps inched you closer to the duo; her face becoming clearer under the string of dimmed fairy lights that ran across the matching-extensive backyard fence.

you could see small specks run along the bridge of her cheeks and nose, highlighting her features, bringing our her eyes, watching how her thick-though-shaped eyebrows furrowed slightly—fuck she caught you staring.

you had to blink your focus back to you, not even realizing the accidental trance of whatever this woman oozed of.

“bitch, this is Ellie!—my plug!” Clarisè drunk voice rang through your ears. you couldn’t stop your eyes from widening.

you had been joking earlier, but where did Clarisè achieve this fine ass plug from ?

you quickly tried to think of something to say, wiping your dumbfounded expression off your face—if it hadn’t already been a dead giveaway.

“so, you’re the one who supplies our weed?”

“the one and only.” Ellie avowed, a smirk tugging her lip before bringing the bright-rosebud rolled cigarillo to her lips.

cocky, much? you thought.

“hm, yeah it’s cool or whateva’!” you smile out, cocking your head to the side as you watched Ellie take her to turn to drop her eyes; puffing profusely before ghost-inhaling her hit like a professional.

you watched Ellie’s brows rise, thought-provoking before letting out mock-like laugh. she doesn’t say anything, just steps up to you, handing you the blunt as the cloud of smoke she exhaled blew into your face.

Clarisé watched with a sloppy smile, strutting over to you and leaning into you to whisper into your ear.

“don’t let weed be the only thing you blow, tonight.” you watched as her face gave you the most devious smirk of century before walking away.

you bring the blunt to your lips, puffing it lightly, but not shyly to hide the bewitched expression on your face.

she could not be serious—but she was, 100%.

“‘wanna buy a 3.5?” your thoughts were cut-off as you continued to puff, almost ignoring the woman infront of you momentarily.

you couldn’t help but let out a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand, closed palm as you held the blunt before passing it back to her.

Ellie found your laugh amusing, adorable at most; your laugh echoing through her ears.“what’s so funny!? atta’ party thrown by the richest family in Jackson—In the secluded, wooded hills?—gotta’ make some cash.”

“right…ill take you up on a tray offer, though”

“hmph, your lucky day, princess.” Ellie divulged finally.

she walked over to the cabana infront of her, picking up her white tote that had The Smiths album cover ‘The Queen Is Dead’ art designed all over the front.

“oh!, i see ____ brought a lil’ friend!” Jesse stokes out, you can always count on Jesse to tease the fuck out of you 24/7.

you approached your friend, shaking your head “meet our plug, y’all” you hold you hands out towards Ellie, doing an overdramatic gesture with a completely straight face.

Jesse and Dina began to conversate with her as Dina checked her out—girl, me too.

“i lost my rolling tray—” you began to grumble in thought, being cut off before you finished your sentence.

“so, plug to the rescue!” Ellie playfully nudged your shoulder causing you to roll your eyes as you began to crush up the weed percisely with your fingertips.

“how old are you?, ms. dealer—i also thought you were male.” Dina questions Ellie before mentioning causing you to let out a laugh at her bluntness.

“i said you were forty-five earlier, my bad.” you giggle into the conversation.

Ellie couldn’t help but whip her head around with an obvious stun expression, hazed eyes widden the slightest.

Dina couldn’t help but let out a holler of laughter, causing the both of you to be lost into a fit of shared laughter as Jesse and Ellie shoot each other a side-eye. they definitely knew they was new homies.

“I’m twenty-one, actually—and yeah, i get that alot.” Ellie finally answered, scoffing a bit.

“the forty-five part or you being a man?”

“me being a man, smartass” Ellie eyes you, smirking causing you to throw her an amused look.

you bring the rolled up cigar leaf that carried the beautiful green essence; sealing it with your spit-lathered tongue, leaving a long swipe along one side before using your two fingers to pinch it sealed.

you could feel eyes burning into your face the entire time.

ellie watched the way your mouth got work skillfully.

she would be lying if she didn’t find you to be the hottest woman—ever, right now.

Ellie’s mind wondering what else you could do with that mouth.

“done! let’s light her up!” you cheer, after your final tweaks off the blunt. you pass it to Jesse to light as he placed it in between his lips. ellie pratically tweared her eyes away from your glowing side-profile, distracting her gaze.

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you weren’t sure what time it is and how many drinks in you were. you couldn’t be many in as you could still walk consciously.

but, definitely drunk enough to be dancing ontop of a pool table right now with Clarisè.

♫ And the party's still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't home

I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on, and they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin'

(Six in the mornin', six in the mornin') ♫

your hips swayed perfectly in rhythmic motion to the 90s G-funk beat as Snoop Dogg’s ‘Gin & Juice’ boomed through Clarisè parent’s home surround sound system.

you held each other’s arms in the arm as each of you had a joint of your own while you danced. you had your eyes closed as your crossfaded body felt like it could almost become the music with each swift gyrate of your hips.

it was way past 3 in the morning and everybody seem to be alive as you opened your eyes to scan through the wide halls, living space that caved into each huge room that was only divided by a thick regal pillar.

as your eyes scanned the room, following onto Abby; whose gaze was stuck onto your bestfriend. you immediately pull your bestfriend closer. “look to your right slowly, i think this is all you, babe!” you whisper-shout over the music before carefully coming down from the pool table.

once you got down, you strutted over to the bar. your arms splaying down onto the bar counter-top as you asked the bartender for some water, before puffing on the joint still in-hand. you hopped onto one of the bar-stools, your water in your free hand—in less than a second, drinking it slowly; feeling it refreshen your body.

you pratically chugged halfway of your tall glass of water, setting it down onto the countertop.

“for such a party girl, y’was actin’ pretty shy earlier, doll.” a familiar tone pulled your attention.

you turned your head to see Ellie stepping closer, then infront of the barstool next to you, so she was meer feet away from you. it was hard to ignoring her slight southern luring voice.

“i can’t possibly know what you are talking about.” your lashes batted as you claimed, taking another drag at your joint. even with the pugent smoke flowing off, you could smell her tenuous perfume.

it was a rich musky honey scent, an undertone of fresh eucalyptus to balance out the mixture stench of weed. your nostrils were engulfed in the pragmatic and sensual smell that fell off her aroma.

“don’t play dumb, doll.” Ellie tuts out teasingly, the nickname slowly reeling out an ignited excitement out of you as you exhaled.

“wow, you are soo sweet.” your dead-tone was a sarcastic giveaway. you couldn’t help but snicker at your own thoughts.

wonder how easy it is to challenge her…

you watched the way her lips pursed and let out a light sly whistle fall from her mouth. “i caught you checking me out earlier.” she states, leaning her elbow onto the bar countertop.

although your eyes squint slightly, you felt the rush of heat flush your cheeks. you turn your stool, signaling you were ready to hop-off and walk away.

“plenty of women at this party, why don’t you go and—” you were cut off abruptly.

suddenly, a drunk practically rammed themselves into Ellie’s back causing her to push forward forcefully causing a chain response; you felt ellie’s body shove into you.

your body recoiled back harshly against and into the countertop in response, your cold water spilling all over your shorts, seeping into the closed crevice between both your thighs as you were still seated onto the bar stool. a shriek was let out as you jump up from the stool, looking down at your now-completely soaked shorts.

there was slight droplets dripping down from the exposed skin of your stomach, leaking into your panties—fuck my life—you grumbled internally.

Ellie looked over, seeing you furthermore irritated by your now soaked clothing. Ellie’s eyebrows tighten and twisted together, whipping her head head over at the drunk fool who caused her to bump into you—practically embarrass her.

your attention was pulled from your personal wet dismay, hearing ellie’s voice challenge the man. “get the fuck outta here, fuckin’ sleeze—can’t handle y’liquor!” giving him a well-off push.

Ellie was quick to grab you hand, softly pulling you closer—you were just as quick to retract it, your irritation feeding into you more before angrily making your way towards another dark hallway; only illuminated by different flashing LED lights.

your hips sway in an angry strut. Ellie hot on your heels, following where you were headed.

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you heard light-tappy foot-steps following close behind you as you made your way up the grand staircase. you needed to head to Clarisè’s room to change since you had water trickling down your leg basically the entire way through.

“c’mon gorgeous, that is not my fault—y’know it!”

you heard Ellie finally call out as you reached the top of the staircase. you just let out a huff as you turned down into the empty upstairs hallway, illuminated by dim lighting coming from the regal wall lights scattered around.

“alrigh’alright—i’ll stop the teasing names, can i atleast help you out?” she calls out again, following you down the hallway that had multiple doors leading to different rooms.

“i don’t need help changing.” you avowed.

“can i atleast smoke you out?” Ellie continued to try to convince.

you pondered—the joint did get crushed within seconds and it wasn’t even a roach— you thought to yourself before continuing—were you ever really the type to turn down a free smoke sesh?—the answer is no.

“fine whatever, just stay here.” you obliged, rolling your eyes before opening the door that led into Clarisè’s bedroom door.

when you stepped inside, you quickly went opened the fancy two-doors that lead to her walk-in, hunting for a new pair panties. Clarisè practically had her own personal Victoria Secret, she wasn’t going to miss a pair.

you threw some around, trying to find one to more of your liking.

‘so many fucking thongs, Jesus.’ you thought to yourself.

you chose to settle on this lacy thong, sliding it on as you already disregarded the soaked pair, grabbing a dark denim mini skirt to replace your shorts. once you were done, you turn around, walking out of the walk-in closet.

you were immediately greeted by Ellie, just sitting on Clarisè’s bed waiting with joint in hand; ready to be sparked.

“i thought i told you to wait outside.” you take a couple steps forward as your voice implied.

“this is outside.” what a smartass, jesus. you thought.

“i mean’t the room?” your question, not so much a question.

“chill-out!, scared i was peepin’?” she smirks out.

“the closet door was closed.” you rolled your eyes, tilting your head knowingly.

“not all the way—cute mini skirt though, princess.” Ellie tone was teasing and sweetly antagonizing.

“are you gonna smoke me out or what?” you tutted, popping your hip-out with an attitude.

Ellie didn’t say anything, she just scanned you up and down as her lighter flicked a flame.

“Wait! not here—Anderson and her probably gonna end the night in here.” your face grimaces into slight disgust, not even wanting to be in the room a moment longer. Ellie watches the way your face contorted, immediately jumping off of the bed.

you let out a fit of giggles as you began to walk towards the front door—shut up, tis’not that funny—mumbled Ellie as she followed your direction.

you didn’t wander back out into the wide white marblized hallway too far, not a few doors down.

you opened the guest room that you knew had a couple of your things inside for when you didn’t want to stay at your place. you would say, it was pretty big for a guest room, it even had a mini bathroom.

Ellie looked around as you quickly hopped onto the bed, exhausting a sigh.

“she said she knew a spot, i guess…”

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“how much money you make s’far, hm?” you question, puffing on the lit joint as your back cushioned itself comfortably behind the mound of pillows behind you on the bed.

“interested in the hustle, princess?”

“says, the dealer flirting with me…”

“tou-chee, you really are stuck-up.”

“excuse me?” you couldn’t stop the way your head almosr broke—that definitely got her a reaction out of you.

“Clarisè was right, your stuck-up.” she leans in closer.

you were both sat on the bed. Ellie sat down criss-cross while you laid on your side with your body completely together, legs closed together and folded to a side. the position you were laying in made your view of Ellie seem smaller than; unlike before.

the tension in the air was thick and vehement, only thing visible in the room was the passed around the sharp odor of weed.

you could hear the loud blaring music bleeding in through the walls, muffling the play of the song but still loud enough to feel the physical sonic boom from the speakers below.

your body had felt like it was floating due to the mixture of alcohol and weed, unsure how many different terpenes had mixed into the dopamine system of your mind. you felt the high from the Devil’s Lettuce intruding your body, enthralling it completely under a foggy inner-feeling, hazing your eyes low, and making your body tingle, and float.

the room being completely silent except for the muffled play of lyrics that couldn’t help but hum the beat to.

“cat, got’ya tongue?” Ellie slurrs out, her eyes demeaning into something, lulling you.

fucking Clarisè….

“shut up— you deal weed for a living, pass me that.” you hold your hand out, inches away from Ellie’s chest.

she leaned away, her eyes, now, completely demeaned into an anger-like glow. oh, she did not like that.

“im tired of that fuckin’ stuck up attitude, already—maybe y’little friends can put up with it—not me,” she began, her words spitting out at you from a close distance.

you chuckled, just putting your head down onto the mattress on the bed, looking up and batting your eyes—Clarisè’s words from earlier. ‘dont let weed be the only thing you blow.’ ringing through your mind.

you were just fuel to her fire.

“when was the last time you got fucked, hm princess?” she leaned in, completely closing the space between you two; only leaving nothing but an inch of separation.

Ellie leaned up, making herself tower over you as you continued to lay down, along with your head as your eyes widen. Ellie’s left hand was placed against her stomach, maneuvering down till it reached the crotch of her denim pants.

your eyes dropped in sync with her hand, swallowing hard when she grasps her crotch, grasping the very thing that bulged through.

you wish you could say you didn’t need anything, you didn’t want it; but the way your salivates betrayed you completely.

“definitely won’t be you.” you sat up finally, looking up at her, the leveling between the two of you had your face locking with her crotch.

“you need something to shut that fuckin’ mouth, babydoll.”

“how would you shut me up, hmph?” you knew exactly how.

Doja Cat’s ‘So High’ was playing. you swore the music got louder as your senses felt vertex as the entire situation unraveled.

Ellie dug into her back pocket, pulling out another black tube that carried a joint inside; pulling out the joint, placing it in between her lips before throwing the tube across the room.

she didn’t say anything, the only sound in the silent room being the song flowing through the walls clashing the flick of her lighter.

it was all too quick. her haste movements had her joint burning a bright red rose as her hand unzipped the zip of her pants with ease, already unbuttoned, her hands working their way as her blue boxers exposed.

♫ You get me so high, you get me so high

I know you ain't a drug, but you get me so high

You get me so high, you get me so high

I know you ain't a drug, but you get me so high ♫

you couldn’t play off a sly reaction once you seen how much she was packin’. the way her strapped on cock springed up and tall, the tip of her cock springing inches in front of your lips.

you couldn’t silence the harsh gulp as you scanned her menacing aura; completely overwhelming you senses, making you vulnerable.

she puffed on her joint lazily, “don’t get shy now, babydoll.”

you didn’t seem to care for the cocky attitude that irked every bit of you—all that, now, thrown out the door.

you just wanted her cock in your mouth.

you batted your eyes nicely, teasing and slowly inching your mouth closer and closer before finally wrapping your lips around the hard silicone tip. you swirled your tongue around as you watched the way Ellie exhaled after each drag.

she watched you intensively, her eyes never leaving yours as your mouth hollowed and worked it’s way down her length; head bobbing as your mouth fits half of her, slightly gagging as her tip brushed against the back of your throat.

“look at you, s’fuckin’ gorgeous.” she praises, the hand that didn’t hold the joint going to thread through your hair.

the praise fluttered straight into your arousal. you hummed around her cock, taking your hand to pump her as you continued to bob your head on her thickish length.

Ellie let out a moan like she could feel it, leaning her head back as her mouth slowly fell agape as one hand continued to have the joint slimmed in between her fingers.

your eyes gleamed into her, never shying away as the hand that thredded through began to guide your head up and down her cock.

♫ You got me so turnt up, this dude gotta be so high

Weed always on my mind, now he always on my mind Doja, know you want some of this purr

You ain't gotta say a word, just spark that, let's get burnt, uh ♫

“ya’can throat it baby, know you can.” the lewd praises spewled from Ellie, picking up on how each little underlined worship ignited your own spewl of hums and moans around her cock.

you didn’t hesitate to let Ellie fulfill your mouth to the brim, nose tapping against the fabric of her denim. you took her in t’ill you felt her tip kiss your throat, gagging slightly as you drool all over her base as slight tears form in your eyes.

“see how good you are when you aren’t running your fucking mouth?” Ellie asks coyly, cocking her head as her tongue swiped over the bottom of her lip before dragging the joint.

you were at her complete mercy now, no care in the world besides the one pulsing in between your legs right now.

you felt Ellie’s hand guide your head back, lips retracting throughout her base as she made you look at her. Ellie’s silicone cock was covered in your drool as slight saliva trickled down your chin.

“is this okay?” Ellie’s eyes had softened for a moment, searching them to see if there was an unwary feeling. you couldn’t help but smile—through her cocky, tough exterior, she was a softie.

you leaned up completely, on your knees as you pushed Ellie back onto the bed; her back laying and head hitting the fluff of pillows.

you hauled your leg over her hip, straddling her so you were ontop of her. you leaned down to connect your lips with hers, the feeling of her plush lips clouding yours.

♫ Blow, weed, coke, pop X

Speedin' up the heartbeat bangin' in my chest

When you put it on me, you relieve my stress

You got me so high, takin' deep, deep breaths ♫

your lips moved in sync as your kisses were haste but not sloppy, yet. Ellie followed your rhythm before letting her lips travel and pepper down kisses on your chin to your neck.

“you ready t’ride, princess?” you felt her breath fan against your cheeks as you both heaved softly from each other’s shared liplocking.

you leaned into her, chest to chest as you felt her thickish silicone length brush against your crying clit and pressuring through your panties.

you wiggled your ass with a smirk on your face that, Ellie, only matched. you soon felt the way she grabbed her cock to tease you with it.

you felt the way her tip gathered the natural lather of your hole with your creamed juices as she toyed with your clit causing a string of whimpers to leave your lips as you squirmed against her; tits pressed up against your tight bikini top into Ellie’s lean and muscular chest.

“just fuck me already!” you cry out frustrated as you felt the arm that used to hold the joint snake around your waist, holding you tightly against her.

“jus’cause youre such a good girl,”

just like that, you felt Ellie thrusting into your soaked cunt, pulling your thong to the side and aligning herself with your entrance; squelching as you squeeze her around her length.

“gah—fuck!” you moaned out as the stretch was carnally rapturous.

“look at you—fuck! you look unreal like this.”

Ellie was whipped—pussywhipped. whatever you wanted to call it, she was it.

the way your body glew as your hips rolled into perfect sync with Ellie’s lazy-high thrusts, making your own sensuous music together.

your hands went to roll up the end of your miniskirt, scruffing it up messily as you were desperate to have more freedom in each needy bounce and roll on her cock. “let me see’em perfect tits” Ellie sighs out, her hands immediately find their way to the dip of your back

she felt on the strings of your bikini top before pulling it off of you. your jacket had been disregarded as it got hot inside the guest room you were in—now, pratically soaked and sweaty. the second your top fell apart, completely slipping off forward.

Ellie leaned up from laying her back onto fhe bes in fhe previous relaxed position she was in before, now completely sucking and leaving light bites on your tittes; ravenous open-mouthed kisses left all from your clavicle, to the valley of your tits, and then popping each one into her mouth one by one, sucking deliciously and leaving deep kisses on your radiant skin.

the room was engulfed by the sounds of you riding Ellie, the sound of music far gone as the two of you were too busy making it. Ellie’s hands dived under your miniskirt to hike it more up, allowing her access to knead the soft flesh of your ass as you began to bounce on her with a new found of freedom.

if the music were to abruptly stop, everyone would hear the indecency that was unfolding between you and the local dealer.

“just like that! just like that!” you cry out in utter bliss, throwing your head back as your hands tug and pull on Ellie’s hair.

“fuck me, Ellie! fuck me!”

each needy bounce lead you closer and closer to tour orgasm, your vigorous bounce angling her cock to kiss your cervix; causing your body to writhe slightly as your body overwhelmed with your own orgasm.

“come all over my cock—look so gorgeous, fuck! please come all over my cock, baby!” Ellie groans out loudly, watching the way your pussy clenched around her silicone length.

“im cumming! elli—gah—mmph!”

your pleasure wave came crashing through you like a tide. your entire body trembled as cries of Ellie’s name fell from your cock-high lips.

you completely coated it with your leaked out cum. she swore she could feel the way your cunt spasms, completely milking her as the base rubbed against her own clit. the small sensations of her own cock against her clit as you bounced to chase your own orgasm was more than enough to make her cum right alongside you.

the sight was something unforgettable, completely dazing her into your own personal trance. you enthralled her completely as her hands massaged your tits while her lips feathered kisses onto your lips.

“that feel good, huh?” Ellie was still coy and cocky, looking at you with a satisfied smile as you collapsed beside her.

it was a good moment of silence between the two of you as you catch your breath.

“just needed a good fuck. say it.” she divulges, sparking the joint she let run cold. because head game 2 strong

you let out a loud scoff before turning your entire body into Ellie’s, looking into her eyes hazed out eyes.

you began to think and …..

suddenly, you weren’t so tired, anymore.

you snatched the joint from ellie’s hands, crawling to the front of the bed and folding your legs before spreading them.

“shut up and eat.” you puffed and exhaled.

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Little Big Fan | Six

— Little Big Gifts

Series Masterlist

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You watched as Isabella tugged Max into yet another store with a tight grip on his hand. At this point, you were losing track of how many stores you've been in and out of.

Falling behind a few steps, you took that moment to notice how Max and Isabella could've easily resembled a father-daughter duo to the strangers around you.

Pushing that thought away when Max looked for you, he smiled and held out his other hand—that was still holding a few shopping bags—as a gesture for you to come closer.

"How much money are you planning to spend on her?" You asked, looking at the increasing shopping bags in both yours and his hands, everything bought so far was for Isabella.

You had to physically stop yourself from grasping his bicep, cursing internally when you remembered that it wouldn't be the right thing to do. But you desperately wanted it to be a normal habit.

The first—and last—time you tried to pay was when you were checking out at the register in the first store of the day. Max lightly shoved you aside and tapped his card before you could notice what happened.

The cashier noticed and even commented, "let him pay for it, darling," with a cheeky wink directed at you.

Max looked at you, almost offended at the question you asked. "Until my account is empty," he stated with a shrug and a growing smile on his face when you shook your head. This would've been the perfect time to lean against him and smile at him, but once again you didn't.

"It would take a long time before that happens," you responded and he gave you a knowing look, "that's the point."

Isabella was roaming around the aisles with you and Max following behind. Every time she liked something, she would pick it up and look at you two with the cutest smile on her face while muttering the word, "please."

It reminded you of the day you first met Max through Isabella, since she was doing the same trick as today.

The only difference was that every time that happened, Max looked at you for permission as well and it felt like you were facing two versions of Isabella.

"Mama!" Isabella exclaimed when she laid her eyes on the prize, which happens to be hair accessories.

Little clips with bows, glittery ones, some even had flowers, and she loved it all.

"Pick out the ones you really, really like, Bella." If you didn't limit the items, Isabella would pick one too many. You stood beside her, holding each item that she handed to you.

There were lots of options, but your little girl was picky and this was one of the few times you were grateful for it. She picked out a total of six items, "because I'm six, mama," was her reasoning behind it.

You chuckled, "you can pick out seven things when you turn seven then, okay?" She nodded, and began counting how many months were left until her birthday.

Max watched the whole interaction with soft smile on his face, wondering how he had such amazing luck that he was able to befriend the sweetest mother-daughter duo.

Then, Isabella spotted earrings and asked if she could buy those too. "Your ears aren't pierced, angel." She frowned, "why not?"

“Do you want to get your ears pierced?" You asked, knowing it was a question you'd have to ask one day and it seemed like a good time right now.

"Yes please," Isabella nodded, and looked at both you and Max in anticipation. This time, you looked at Max for reassurance, wanting to know his opinion as well. Though you had no idea why his opinion mattered so much to you.

"It's going to hurt," Max commented or more so stated directed at Isabella, wanting her to know the process behind it. "I am a big girl!" She responded with enthusiasm, and by the tone of her voice, you knew that she had already set her mind on it.

"Okay, big girl, let's get you some piercings after we buy all this," you stated and she smiled brightly, holding onto your hand as you neared the cash register.

As Max reached for his wallet, you placed your hand over his to stop him, and he looked at you with a questioning gaze. "Max, you already did too much," you whispered, ensuring that your daughter doesn't hear you.

"What if I want to do more?" He countered, and you sighed. Then he added, "plus I promised Bella that I would buy her the clips she wanted, and she also asked for ice cream."

You knew he wasn't going to budge, so you let him pay but you needed to have a conversation with him about it.

You weren't used to this sort of treatment, and even after Max reassured you that it was truly his choice to pay, you felt bad.

As you walked out the shop holding Isabella's hand, who was beaming because of the new purchases, you looked at Max, "are you going to let me pay for the piercings?"

He debated it, knowing that if he kept paying, you might never take him along for shopping again. "If you insist," he shrugged and you smiled, quickly placing a kiss to his cheek in appreciation.

While you and Isabella continued walking, Max faltered and stopped midstep. He brushed his fingers against his cheek that you kissed with a small smile growing on his face. Then, he continued walking before you were able to notice that he stopped.

Isabella's nervousness almost matched her excitement as she sat in the chair. The piercer was a kind lady who understood both Isabella's nervousness and excitement.

She explained the process as it was your daughter's first time getting pierced. "Are you sure you want to do this, angel?" You asked, watching her wiggle around in the chair.

Still, her nod was just as firm, "yes mama."

Once the piercer marked Isabella's ear so the placement was precise, she looked towards you and Max then back at Isabella.

"Why don't you hold on to your mama and daddy's hand, you'll forget the pain and we'll be done in no time."

Isabella grabbed onto your hand but then shook her head, "he's Maxy, not daddy," she clarified. Max took a slight step back after her words, the realization dawning on him that he might've gotten a little too comfortable too quickly.

"I'm going to hold onto mama and Maxy's hand," Isabella stated, holding out her hand towards Max with a wide smile on her face, as if she didn't realize the words she spoke just moments ago.

Technically, she wasn't wrong which was why you didn't correct her. But, the truth of the situation wasn't something you focused on until recently, especially after the words Tyler spoke yesterday.

"Can you count to three for me?" The piercer asked Isabella, deflating the tension.

Your focus was completely on your daughter, mainly because you didn't want to think of the possibilities about your future with Max just yet.

The piercer didn't wait until Isabella finished counting, instead surprising her by piercing her ear a second earlier.

Max rubbed her hand soothingly as he noticed her eyes beginning to water but she didn't let a single tear drop. Inhaling sharply, she commented, "that didn't hurt too bad."

"You're a brave girl. Now let's do the other side," the lady commented and Isabella's eyes widened at her words. "The other side?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at her words, "yes, angel, she has to do your other ear unless you only want one earring?"

Isabella shook her head, and sat through the same process for her other ear.

"Good job!" The lady gave your daughter a high five, then she walked away to gather the items needed for post piercing care.

You kissed your daughter's cheek, carefully avoiding any accidental touches to her ear, "my brave girl."

The chair she was sitting on was higher up, so Isabella held her hands out towards Max. He took a step closer and easily wrapped his arm around her, helping her stand firmly on the ground. “You're going to be the coolest kid in first grade," he told her which made her eyes widen with excitement.

"Really?" Isabella asked. "Of course! You got a new bag, new clothes, and even new piercings. You are going to have so many friends."

After Isabella shared her fear of moving to first grade after kindergarten, you and Max tried your best to reassure her that it isn't as scary as she thinks it is.

You went up to the cash counter to pay and the lady explained the steps that should be taken after a piercing for proper care.

Meanwhile, Max was holding Isabella's hand and whispering to each other but stopped once you returned. "Where to next?"

"Ice cream!" Your daughter cheered, and you couldn't say no to her even if you tried. After all, she did deserve ice cream since she put on such a brave face for her piercings.

After buying three different flavours of ice cream, one for each of you, it was time for a much needed break. You knew that Isabella was close to wanting a nap since you saw her eyes droop slightly once you sat down to enjoy some ice cream.

She leaned against you and wandered off into her own imaginative world. "I think we're done for the day," you turned your head towards Max as you spoke the words.

"You didn't get anything for yourself yet," Max commented and you shrugged, "I don't think I have the energy to shop for myself, plus you didn't buy anything for yourself either."

"And you're sure that you're not saying that because you don't want to spend my money?" He asked and you had a sheepish smile on your face that gave you away, “that too.”

Max tried to understand why you were so adamant on that topic. He didn't know why you were so hesitant to spend his money. He knew that if it were someone else, they wouldn't have hesitated. But then again, you aren't just someone else, you're you.

"Fine, mister rich, don't look at me like that. I'll empty out your pockets one day and then you'll realize what a mistake you made," you teased him, knowing that you would never do that. "But, I seriously don't have the energy to continue shopping."

"First, it won't be a mistake if I ask you to do it, and second, I'm here whenever you need me—or in this case, my card—just give me a call."

You were glad that Isabella was not listening to your conversation, because you wouldn't know how to explain it to her.

"You can't say things like that," you nearly whispered. "It's actually true, I'm free for the next ten days. During that, we're going shopping again."

You shook your head with a smile on your face, "I'll take you up on that offer then."

"Good." You leaned closer to him, without actually leaning on him. Even that little inch closer, brought a smile to both your faces but neither commented on it.

Then, when you looked at Isabella, she had almost finished her ice cream but you laughed when you noticed quite of a bit of it smeared around her mouth. "Oh, Bella." She giggled as she tried to wipe away as much as she could with her tongue before using the tissue that you passed her.

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[viaoverthemoon]

I have a small request here too✋ I was thinking about Leon (damnation maybe) x fem!reader with reader being his daughter's kindergarten teacher, and the little one falls in love with her and wants to spend more time with reader, and Leon he finds himself forced to accept this, so he falls in love with the reader. It can be with smut at the end or just something romantic, it doesn't matter.

I hope I explained it ok, I've had this idea in my head for some time but I don't know how to express it 😂❤️❤️

Oooo this sounds so cute stawpppp.

Since I have another fic in the works that's drenched in smut, I'll keep this one fluffy. ;)

Damnation!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're a kindergarten teacher for Leon Kennedy's daughter and she wants to keep you forever!

Tw: Fluff, Mention of deceased relative, Mention of past miscarriage

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

Enjoy! <3

To Belong

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"Congratulations, Arabella! It looks like you're our student of the week!"

You gently place the pin on Arabella's shirt, smiling widely at her proud expression.

Being a kindergarten teacher definitely has its downs. But also has its ups as well. One of those ups being the honor of teaching these innocent children. Every day is something new, a new experience that makes you realize the importance of raising the next generation.

Arabella turns towards you, smiling so wide her cheeks must hurt. She grabs onto your leg. "Thank you, Miss (L/N)! This means so much to me!"

You smile down at her, proud of her for using the feelings lesson you'd taught her, and crouch to her level to give her a hug. "You're welcome, Arabella! I'm so proud of you. Thank you for being such a kind student!"

She seems to take your praise very seriously, being super kind to her classmates and staying by you side, asking if you need help or service in any kind of way.

❁

At the end of the day when everyone has left, you sit alone at your desk.

Whilst flipping from one graded paper to another, the door to your classroom creaks open.

You raise your head just in time to see Arabella run into the room, screaming with her arms in the air. "MISS (L/N)!!!!"

You laugh as she runs around your desk and hugs you, babbling nonsense excitedly. "Oh my goodness! Back so soon, Arabella?"

She gives a hyper nod. "Yes!"

"'Yes ma'am', Bella."

Your eyes snap up, locking with a pair of bright blues.

You look at him, surprised.

The man held a strong resemblance to Arabella, minus the straight blonde hair Arabella carried. They shared blue eyes and a soft face. If anything, his rough exterior yet light features suited him. Gave him a mysterious and alluring air that draws people to him, searching to learn more about him.

"Oh- yes ma'am- Daddy look, look! This is the nice teacher I was telling you about!"

You rise from your chair and hold out a hand with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kennedy."

He shakes your hand and offers a nod. "Pleasure to meet you too, Miss (L/N). As you can see, I've heard quite a lot about you."

He gives his daughter a pointed look that makes you laugh. You gesture to the seat across from your desk, offering him a seat as you settle back into your chair. "I assume there's a reason you're here that I could help you with?"

Mr. Kennedy sits in the chair, seemingly tired as he falls into the seat and instinctively spreads his legs.

You try your hardest not to acknowledge the action, but your eyes fail you, flickering down his frame for half a second before returning to his face.

You instantly regret your mistake when he smirks at you, straightening up just a bit and resting his arms on his legs. "Actually, I was hoping to discuss what Arabella's behaviors are like while she's at school, as well as how she's learning." He pauses. "I mean, obviously if she's getting student of the month for the 2nd time, she's doing pretty good."

He smiles and playfully ruffles Arabella's hair, earning a laugh from the 5-year-old. "But still. It would be nice to hear from her teacher, not her."

You clear your throat and nod, turning away to escape the burn of his gaze and pulling out a folder labeled A.K., Arabella Kennedy's character chart.

"Of course, I understand. Let's start with how she handles assignments."

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After about 45 minutes of talking, Leon seems satisfied with his daughter's school life and begins to pack up his things to leave. But Arabella becomes upset, running to you and refusing to let go of your leg.

"No! I'm not ready to say bye to Miss (L/N) yet!"

She throws the standard child tantrum, small tears streaming down her reddened puffed out cheeks as you gently try to coax her into letting go.

"Arabella... Don't be upset. You'll see me again on Monday-"

But she's relentless, shaking her head and kicking away Mr. Kennedy's hands as he tries to reach for her.

Eventually, he sighs and looks at you embarrassingly. "I'm so sorry Miss (L/N). She's hardly ever like this."

Seeing as this is something you deal with all the time, you just shake your head, offering a small smile. "Don't worry about it. I'm used to this behavior... I'm about to leave for the day. If you guys want, we could go out for a quick dinner? This way, we won't have to part so soon."

This gets the crying 5-year-old to quiet down almost immediately. She looks up from your leg, tears and snot smeared all over your pant leg. "Really? Can we?"

You look up at Mr. Kennedy, raising a brow for conformation. And, seeing as there was no way around it, he gives in.

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And from that moment forward, you and the Kennedy family became quite close.

You shared a few dinners and spent time together at amusement parks and entertainment events, eventually becoming so close that you'd even watch Arabella when Leon had to leave for reasons of his job.

You listen to his stories, and he listens to yours.

He shares how he and Arabella have no one else to depend on. Her mother, although she and Leon didn't have a good relationship, had died during childbirth. And how he'd lost his own parents long ago, growing up an orphan and not having much.

And you share only having your parents. You could have had a little one yourself, but unfortunately grieved a harsh miscarriage and the father of the child leaving soon after didn't help.

You both end up having more in common than you'd originally thought.

And now, you share more than just experiences and memories. Now, you share shy looks and ghostly touches.

Somedays his hand will graze yours and you both will avoid each other's gaze, ignoring the sudden spark that comes when you make contact.

That is until, one night Leon returns from a particularly long job to find you curled up on his living room couch with a book in hand, reading glasses perched on the bridge of your nose.

"Hey, sorry for the long night. Never meant to be gone that long." He shrugs off his leather jacket and throws it over the arm of his second couch.

You eye his fatigued figure for a moment before removing your glasses and putting down your book. "No, it's alright. You know I don't mind, Leon."

Sitting up, you pat the spot next to you on the couch, offering him a seat. "Arabella's upstairs asleep in her room..." He gives a soft grunt and falls on the couch, rubbing the back of his neck while nodding and muttering a 'Good. Thank you.'

Eyes skillfully assessing his behavior, you decide to ask him the question that's been on your mind. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

He glances at you through his peripheral but instantly looks away. "Yes. I'm fine. You can go now."

In all honesty, the way he suggested you leaving hurt your feelings. But you didn't relent. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to stay..."

Reaching a hand out, you place it on top of his on his lap. He flinches slightly, but doesn't push you away. He pauses for a second...

And then he relaxes, flipping his hand over to wrap it around yours.

Your heart is in your throat and the palms of your hands begin to sweat. But you don't show it, smiling shyly at Leon and holding his hand.

He doesn't look at you. Doesn't show any signs that he acknowledges you besides the fact that he isn't letting go of your hand. "Why do you stay? Why do you want to stay?"

The monotone question catches you off guard. You momentarily freeze as his eyes find you.

Blue frozen glaciers filled with oceans and rivers of pure sadness and regret. The emotion in his eyes makes you briefly wonder where he finds the space for the happiness he feels with Arabella.

Or if he'll have the space for happiness with you.

You take a moment to think, looking down at your linked hands and gliding a thumb over the warmth of his skin. "I feel happiest when I'm here with the two of you. As you know, I don't have much. All I've had to look forward to has been my students... but now... I have the both of you."

You look him in the eyes, trying to convey your emotions through the look in yours. "These past few weeks have been the best I've lived through in years... I'm tired of living alone, Leon. Life is worth so much more when you spend it with somebody else."

He looks at you in shock, not sure what to say about your sudden confession. His mouth opens and closes like a fish, trying to choose the right words to say.

You look away bashfully. "Er- What I'm trying to say is... I'd like it if we could spend... more time together. And see each other more often. But-! It's completely up to you, of course."

For a moment, the silence is nerve wracking. You try not to fidget too much or show that you're anxious in awaiting his answer.

You're beginning to lose hope when Leon's hands are suddenly on your hips.

You're so surprised by his actions that you hardly notice him gently coaxing you into sitting on his lap.

Your legs straddle his thighs, backside rested on his knees when you suddenly notice your position. Your face burns hot, and you rest your hands on his shoulders.

His hands find purchase on your waist. "If I'm being honest, I expected you to leave us a long time ago... I didn't mean to be rude. I just didn't think you'd stay."

He caresses your sides, warm hands heating through the fabric of your clothes. "And... I would like it- a lot if you stayed with us. Not only would you make me happy, but you'd make Arabella happy too. And that matters more than anything."

You pretend to ponder on your decision, looking away with a small smile on your face before turning back to Leon. "Well... I guess I can stick around-"

The sentence barely leaves your lips before Leon pulls you in, kissing you with so much relieved passion that you momentarily feel dizzy.

And for once, you feel like you truly belong somewhere.

Yes. This feeling is definitely one you can get used to.

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[bigenargy]

What If Twilight had a normal protag?

A/n: I also posted this on wattpad

Overview: In which y/n take on the role of Bella Swan but she doesn't act like a bloody egit.

Warnings: None, hinted Bella slander, I don't think gender is specified..maybe one sentence that readers to the reader as a girl? I spelt Jacob's name wrong on purpose

You'd never given much thought as to how you’d die, but dying in the place of someone you loved always seemed like the dumbest way to go.  

Cause what do you look like taking an L as big as that for some raggedy mofo who you’re not sure would do the same for you? Even so, you don’t regret your decision to leave home. Sure, you’d miss Phoenix and your loving, erratic, and sometimes overbearing mother but she and her husband wanna travel; it’s been a while since you’ve spent time with your dad. You’ve been spending two weeks with him every summer since your parents divorced so moving in with him won’t be that big of an adjustment. 

Your dad, Charlie, is the chief of police. He picked you up in a police car which was strange for you since you used to shout ACAB at them whenever they’d drive by. The drive was mostly pleasant with brief periods of comfortable silence between conversations. You enthusiastically filled your dad in on your life and he quietly listened, only speaking to ask a few questions or to let you know he was listening. 

“Your hair’s longer.” He spoke. 

“I cut it since the last time I saw you though”  

“Oh. Guess it grew out again.” He said awkwardly 

You could tell how embarrassed he was, so you started rambling about all the unique styles and colors you wanted your hair to be and how your mom never allowed you to do them. 

The two of you pulled up the driveway and made your way into the house.  

“I cleared off some shelves for you,” Your Dad said. 

“Oh, thanks dad,” you replied with a small smile.  

See, if you were whiny and ungrateful, you’d complain that there is one bathroom, but you had redeeming qualities, so you didn’t. 

You stepped into your bedroom that looked just the way you left it last summer. It resembled your room at your mom’s with a few different details. 

Your dad made his way downstairs and shortly after you heard a honk. You peered out your window and saw some familiar faces, so you made your way downstairs to say hi.  

Your dad re-introduced you to Billy Black and Jackob then went ahead to fake a fight with Mr. Black, leaving you to get re-acquainted with Jacob. You couldn’t help but smile for the brief time the two of you talked. He was literally so cute.  

Your dad made his way over to you and Jacob and asked what you thought about the old trick he was leaning against. 

“This is mine!?” you asked with the most realistic smile you could muster. In truth, the truck was the ugliest fucking thing you’d ever seen. It looked older than you and the color was atrocious. 

“I totally rebuilt the engine for you,” Jacob said as you ran your hands over it and lied about how perfect it was. 

“I told you she’d love it! I’m down with the cool kids brah.” You heard Mr. Black say. 

‘Be so fucking for real’ you thought to yourself as you entered the truck. 

Jackob showed you the little tricks needed to get it started and you offered him a ride to school. Pulling up in this old piece of metal alone seems like the most embarrassing first day ever. 

“Oh. I go to school on the reservation.” 

You just smiled and slightly nodded in response. You’re actually going to drive to school in this old thing by yourself. 

You quickly ran inside to shower and change since you just sat through a four-hour flight; then you made your way to school. 

You can picture this outfit if you want. 

As you parked your tired excuse of a car you noticed all the kids giggling and pointing at it. 

“Nice ride.” Some kid said. 

“Thanks.” You replied while side-eying him and making your way to the school building. 

“Hi! You must be the new girl, y/n l/n. I’m Eric. The eyes and ears of this place. Anything you need? Tour guide, lunch date, shoulder to cry on?"

“Oh, uh hi, yeah. I’ll take you up on the tour guide offer. I’m not tryna look like a goofy ass Freshman.” 

“Totally, totally. And the lunch date bit?” 

“I don’t know about the date part but if you don’t mind, I'd like to sit with you at lunch. Sitting by myself is just gonna be too depressing.” 

“Hey, I'll take what I can get.” He said, with an ear-to-ear smile that made his slanted eyes look closed. “I can see it now, ‘Woman with a Plan: New Girl’ that’s gonna be a sick title.  

“Title for what?” 

“Your feature. You’re front page, baby.” 

“Mm, I don’t know about that. I mean I literally just walked through the doors.” 

“Okay, cool, no feature.” 

Gym sucked. You didn’t have Eric with you, and you hit some kid named Mike in the head with a ball which summoned a passive-aggressive girl named Jessica who obviously had a thing for Mike. 

A/N: this is a silly goofy idea that came to mind. If it's received well I'll write more so please like and comment to lmk if I should keep writing

#edward cullen x reader #jacob black x reader #twilight x reader #twilight x y/n #bella swan #idk lmao #it's

[obsessedelusional]

Oblivious

paring ✦ Bella Ramsey x fem!reader

summary ✦ Bella and you have been friends for a few years now. Didn’t take long for them to a form a crush on you. While visiting after not seeing you for a while, they decide it’s time to come clean about their feeling. Too afraid, they keep dropping hints. What happens when Bella finally finds the courage to tell you?

word count ✦ 2,000ish

authors note ✦ THANKS for all the love <33

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“So who’s your celebrity crush then?” Bella asks her best friend of years, intentionally after talking openly about their celebrity crush. You share a striking resemblance too, hoping maybe this information would spark something in you. Your too oblivious to connect the dots.

“Hmm…. Right now?” You pause in a attempt to shuffle through all the random celebrities you’ve found attractive.

“Probably Kristen Stewart.” Bella is surprised by you answer.

“Kristen Stewart?” They ask, slack jawed.

“Yeah I rewatched all the twilight movies last week. I used to be team Edward but now I think I’m team Bella. It’s actually absurd that we let those men get away with everything they did.” You explain, going off on a tangent about Twilight. Bella half listens, trying to understand if you said Kristen because you might be gay or because you liked twilight.

“She has a whole ass fiancé, I’m shit out of luck.” You sigh dramatically before going back to your phone. Bella forces a laugh, more confused than when they started this conversation.

“But doesn’t matter, I got my own Bella.” You tease with a wink unknowingly adding to Bella’s distress.

“Edward was a creep, a whole ass stalker. Imagine if she woke up when Edward broke in to bedroom to watch her sleep. If my boyfriend did that shit, he’d get kicked to the curb so quick.” Bella groans out loud on accident causing you to look up from your phone.

“Okay I know you don’t like him but-“ You speak quickly interrupted.

“Yeah cause he’s a dick. Way worse than Edward Cullen ever was.”

“First of all, you’ve never seen twilight. Second of all, I don’t think you’ve ever liked anyone I’ve ever dated.” You respond, your tone sassy. Bella doesn’t respond only because she cannot pretend why she’s never liked your new boyfriends. Your “love” for them never lasted long, moving onto the next one with ease. They wished desperately you’d forget about the male population as a whole.

“It’s because I like you.” Bella says, not entirely registering the words as they come out.

“I like care about you, you deserve someone better.” Nice save, Bella thinks. Internally screaming to themself you deserve them.

“Aww I like care about you,” you respond sarcasm heavy on your voice, eyes on your phone. Bella rolls her eyes in response. That’s one thing Bella loved so badly about you, you were just as sarcastic and could always banter with you. More often than not they couldn’t keep up with your attitude.

Bella was in town for a few weeks, break between their filming. She had missed you so much the l last few months, promising her self she was gonna do something about it this time. When it’s time for the two of you to part, Bella steals on you hoodies.

“Where the fuck are you going with that?” You ask mostly joking, when you notice.

“I want it,” Bella argues. Not wanting to admit that she’s been stealing from you on the low. Just taking little things, now and then. Nothing you’d ever miss but it means everything to Bella. To have a piece of you while she’s off on her job related adventures. Sometimes even using your shirt as a pillow case when they really miss you.

—

Bella had a plan to tell you how they felt the next day. Before you spring going to a party’s with you. Bella was older than you, you just graduated high school. Still caught up in the high school bullshit. Thankfully they were visiting during your summer vacation before you headed off to university.

“These are for you.” Bella barley whispers, handing you the bouquet of flowers. Your favorite ones. After you sprung the party on them, they decided they’d just do it before. Maybe it would be enough to convince you to stay in with them instead.

“Thanks bestie,” you respond. Bestie? Bella groans internally, discouraged by your friendly pet name. Chickening out on their original plans, mentally throwing out the monologue they had planned for you.

“I saw them and thought of you.” Bella admits.

Once in Bella’s car, they purposefully play Jenny by Studio Killers. Signing along passionately, hoping maybe you’d hear the lyrics and they’d resonate with you. The songs about a girl having a crush on her best friend. You just nod along, never commenting on the subject of it. Bella doesn’t show it but they irritation is growing. Wanting nothing more than to spill their feelings for you, always coming up short when it’s time to do so.

—

“Do we really have to go?” Bella whines only to stop when you grab their hand and pull them closer to the door. Once at the door, you face Bella your back to the door.

“It’s just a little kickback, maybe 20 people tops. You’ll be okay! I’ll be by your side the whole time. I promise.” You reassure Bella and they let out a defeated sigh. A small laugh leaves your mouth bringing a smile to Bellas. The door swings open, some dude from your school attempting to leave. He pushes past the two of you, not saying a single word.

“Rude.” You mutter under you breath, leading Bella inside. Finding some of your friends, introducing them to Bella. Bella’s wondering what the fuck she’s doing here? Oh yeah because you asked and that’s all it took. They couldn’t say no especially when you start pouting, eyes staring directly into Bella’s.

“Sorry I really thought it’d be smaller.” You apologize to Bella some time later, the two of you sat in a group of friends and strangers. Bella doesn’t drink so you don’t either, watching everyone get drunk without the two of you.

“We should do something. Play a game.” Someone suggests, everyone agrees.

“We should play spin the bottle.” Some suggests, most people agree. You look over to Bella who’s shaking their head no.

“I think I’ll sit this one out.” Bella says, standing up going to sit out of the group. Still close enough to be part of the conversation but not in the immediate circle.

“You playing?” Some drunk dude asks you. You look over to Bella who just gives you a smile.

“I guess so.” You say, thinking it’ll be a funny story to tell someday.

“Fuck yeah,” he responds. You sit and wait as one of your friends finds a bottle lays in the center of the group all while explains the rules. A player spins the bottle, and must kiss the person to whom the bottle points when it stops spinning. You watch as people take turns, watching as people kiss. Most kisses only last a few seconds. It’s almost your turn, the girl before you spins the bottle. Landing on the boy next to you, she giggles before reaching over you to kiss him. Their kiss is more aggressive than the others, lasting much longer. People cheering them on as they continue.

“I don’t think I’m gonna live up to that performance.” You joke, as they pull away from each other. Nervously you spin the bottle, following it with your eyes as it spins in a circle. It lands on a girl, you barley know. Before you can say anything people are chanting for y’all to just do it.

“I mean if she’s down I’m down.” The girl shrugs her shoulders, looking at you for a response.

“Sure?” you say and for whatever reason it comes out as a question. She starts crawling towards you, when she’s only a few inches away from your face a voice interrupts the moment.

“What about your boyfriend?” It’s Bella speaking. She didn’t care about your boyfriend, using that as an excuse to make you not want to participate in this game anymore.

“What about him? Like you said he’s a dick.” You respond, looking back at the girl sat in front of you waiting for a kiss. Cheering resumes as you two get closer.

“Absolutely not.” Bella speaks over the loud noises, pulling you from the floor with a strength you didn’t know existed. Dragging you through the crowd, straight out the front door. Sounds of booing is all you can hear as you leave.

“What the fuck was that?” You ask, once Bella lets go of you hand. Bella paces back and forth, it’s obvious they want to say something but can’t get it out.

“You’re my best friend. I couldn’t let you do that.” Bella speaks, pacing coming to a stop to face you.

“Actually I don’t want to be your friend anymore.” Bella says, breaking your heart.

“All because I was going to kiss that girl?” You ask, arms crossed over your chest.

“Oh my fucking god. Do you listen like ever? How much more obvious do I have to be?” They ask, louder than before.

“What-“ Your cut off by Bella’s hands cupping your face in swift motion affectionately placing their lips on yours, you move your lips with theirs. Letting your arms fall to your sides. You’re the one to pull away, overwhelmed by all the feelings that came out in that moment.

“I understand if you’re mad at me. But I would of rather died than watch you have your first kiss with a woman not be me.” Bella says before you can fully process what just happened.

“I ruined our friendship.” They say, attempting to read your reaction but your speechless unable to comprehend.

“No you didn’t,” you respond.

“I want to ruin our friendship. I like you.” Bella speaks.

“I like you too.”

“No I like like like you.” Bella says, emphasizing on the last two likes.

“Do you listen like ever?” You ask, mocking their tone when they said that you moments ago.

“I like you.” You say again, emphasis on like. Bella’s eyes narrow on you, looking you in your eyes.

“So if I kissed you again? You wouldn’t stop?” They smirk.

“I don’t know, try me.” You tease, chewing on your lip. They do exactly that, pulling you into their embrace before kissing you for the second time.

—

After a heavy make out session, in the front lawn of that party you guys head back to Bella’s car. This time they open your door, something Bella has never done before. Stealing a kiss in the process then making their way to the drivers side. Once in there’s a silence between you two, sinking in what just happened. They make the drive home, no words are exchanged. Half way there, their hand rests on your thigh giving it a squeeze before going back to driving. You don’t even realize until it’s too late to turn back but Bella’s pulling into their apartment. This was not the original plan but plans change. Parking in their normal parking space.

“How long have you had feelings?” You ask as soon as the car shuts off.

“Oof,” they think out loud.

“Since forever basically.” They admit.

“Same.” You admit causing Bella’s jaw to drop.

“There’s absolutely no way that is possible.” Bella says, not believing you in the slightest.

“We met right before your career really started to take off. I didn’t think it was right to throw that on you while you were out there living your best life.” You explain.

“My best life would of been you by my side, I can’t believe we wasted so many years.” Bella sighs, frustrated.

“We’ll I guess we’re just gonna have to make up for lost time,” You smile, intertwining your fingers with theirs. Playing with the rings they always wore, something you loved about them.

“We better get started, only have two weeks and six days to make up for three years.” Bella grins before instructing you to get out of the car. You do so and Bella meets you outside of the passenger door. Pushing you softly into the side of the car, kissing you in the process. Hands waisting no time explore your body, taking you by surprise. You had never imagined Bella being so forward.

“Where’s this boldness coming from?” You ask when you pull away to breath.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said, we need to make up for all those lost years.” They grin, leading you towards their front door. Your excitement grows as they lead you toward their bedroom, ready to let Bella do whatever they want.

#bella ramsey x you #bella ramsey pov #bella ramsey fluff #bella ramsey #bella ramsey oneshot #bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey imagine

[tinyfantasminha]

Beauty and the Beast got me feeling caca again so I NEED to share this theory/HC I have on Jack

Here we have Jack and Vil's hometown, as shown in Vil's flashback; there are lots of resemblances to Bella's hometown in BATB as we can see,

So let's consider for the time being that their hometown is indeed based on the village from BATB. If that's the case, then we could think that the Beauty and the Beast tale is passed down on the town as a tradition (similar to how the HoND story is passed down on the City of Flowers, which is supposed to be twst-ver of Paris.) So we could have instaces like this; (example:)

That's the library of the town - A myth from 300 years ago says that during that time only one girl in town would ever come here. Her story is passed down to everyone who comes to work in this library, and it has become a famous turistic attraction in town.''

Now, returning to Jack; Jack said that he never had too many friends when growing up (Vil could have been his only childhood friend, for all we know) but why is that? Is it truly because he had a lone wolf personality ever since a kid or maybe... the other kids would avoid him? (screenshots and tls from Shel_BB on YT)

If the BATB tale is well known to everyone in town, then surely one of the most jarring parts of the tale would be ''when the lone girl went to the woods to look for her father, she was brutally attacked by wolves.''

So because of that, wolves are seen as a bad omen in town, and depictions of wolves are seen as inheritently evil/dangerous. While the tale is obviously a myth and that statement does not apply irl, Jack is notheless faced with social exclusion for being associated with the wolves from the story. Vil said so himself ''those kids can't separate fiction from reality, so they had a problem with me. How stupid can they be?'' which again could be seen as a nod and parallel to the narrow-minded and overall ignorant mentality of the villagers from BATB.

It makes me think that Vil was not the only one who suffered bullying as kid, but Jack did as well; even if he was still independent as a kid, that could also very much be one of the factors that strengthened his current mentality of ''I didn't came here to make friends'' and self-betterment. Since he had almost no people to actually trust in because they were too scared of him, he embraced his ''scary big bad wolf'' persona as an exterior mask to the people around him. Only people who earn his respect and trust eventually can see just how Jack truly is; big-hearted, sensitive and loyal. (just like the Beast?)

tl;dr: jack could be twst from the wolves that attacked belle and also he deserves the entire world thanks for coming to my ted talk

#twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #jack howl #vil schoenheit #i could also say that that since the tale is in its ''twisted'' version; gaston is seen as the hero and beast as the villain obviously #it would prob be ''and then the famous hunter of the village saved the lone girl from the hideous beast! the end'' #but that would go a bit off topic kdkskjdf #jack beauty n the beast motiffs makes me go caca im so emo #HE NEEDS A HOMETOWN EVENT WHAT IF IT GETS A HOMETOWN EVENT ((I WANT TO SEE HIS LIL SIBLINGS

[lambcow]

My Plan for the Upcoming Twilight TV Show so that it's actually Good

I heard recently that they're doing a Twilight TV show. The rights are out there at the very least. Who knows when it will happen and what network will produce it where, but it's going to happen.

But here's my thing - they're going to do it wrong if they do it the way I think they will, which is anything like the timeline of the Books/Movies. As a hardcore Twilight fan (yes I'll admit it, I spent a long time in fandom as a preteen, okay? It was my first online fandom and the first fanfiction that I wrote) I have Opinions(TM) about how to make the show in a way that would make it interesting. Stephanie Meyer had interesting ideas and I stand by this! There's a lot of untapped potential in the series and I think if they did it right it could be a really, really cool show! But there's not much going on if we just rehash the same events of the books over again at an episodic level.

No.

I present to you, not the TV show "Twilight", but the TV show "Cullens", which starts off with Carlisle Cullen as he has come to America when he finally starts to build his Coven.

This is NOT the story of whiny Bella Swan and her falling in love with Edward and becoming a vampire over 4 books or 5 movies, but rather the story of a man who has already spent over two centuries as a vampire, struggling because of his love for humanity as he finds purpose and meaning as he builds his family. We follow his story as he collects his coven.

We truly open on the show when Carlisle finds Edward dying of Spanish Influenza and decides to turn him for humanity's sake because he would die and because he as a man is lonely and this boy is so young, only 17, and Edward's mother begs him to do whatever he can to save her son and who knows, maybe Carlisle's been watching him and he sees him like a son already too. Maybe we get flashbacks to Carlisle with the Volturi for those 20 years he stayed with them in Italy back in the early 1700s, who knows. The fact of the matter is, that Carlisle is a doctor at the hospital where Edward is, and for whatever reason that we as an audience are compelled to understand in this first and important episode is Carlisle is finally done being alone and craves family and Edward resembles that for whatever reason, so Carlisle gives in and turns him. The next several episodes are an arc about their relationship as we deal with newborn Edward. We know how hard it is to adjust to being newly turned. After he calms down, Edward then has to confront his mortality and that of his family, we see him start to remember his family and confront those memories. More flashbacks to the Volturi as Carlisle explains what being a vampire is to Edward etc.

We follow the pair then as they travel around with the cover story that Edward is Carlisle's nephew. It's three years later when Esme enters the picture. What we know already is she attempted suicide and Carlisle turned her to save her - and that they have history since Carlisle treated her for a broken leg some ten years prior when she was 16 years old. Fast forward to now and she's gone through an abusive marriage where she ran away from her husband several times, most recently after getting pregnant, and has just lost her baby due to a lung fever. At her wit's end with all of it, Carlisle finds her after she jumps off a cliff attempting to end her life. They end up falling in love and getting married after she is turned. That's several episodes I'm sure. GREAT ARC. But Esme struggles with blood lust, which is a great transition into the conversation for what happens just a few years later with Edward...

We can tie more vampire politics into the show (especially the Volturi into it) when Edward goes through his Ripper phase when he decides he doesn't want to drink animal blood like Carlisle teaches him. The two fight but what can Carlisle do? Maybe there are other vamps around as well to cause extra drama. Who knows? It is a TV show, after all. He goes off on his own and that's a whole plot. I'm sure the network could find some interesting ways to make this dramatic for a few episodes and keep enough plot points alive. Add in some new OC's and side characters. Remember the Denali clan? When do they start being formed? There's not a lot of context on them, just that they're close with The Cullen's. Maybe we get some of their story and interaction here. Maybe Sasha (the original leader who was killed by the Volturi for creating an immortal child) reaches out to Carlisle at some point near the beginning and this is when they all become vegetarian vampires together before the whole Denali clan is formed too.

Fast forward to when that arc is resolved. Edward is back with Carlisle and Esme and the peace is back. Now, we get Rosalie... Now, the thing with Carlisle, is he doesn't turn people just to turn people. He's very moralistic. We learn that all the time about his character. I'm sure our little trio has traveled on from Chicago and is in New York where they encounter Rosalie Hale who was assaulted nearly to death by her husband and all his buddies. Carlisle is somewhat of a matchmaker here and hopes Rosalie and Edward can keep each other company for their immortal lives... it makes me wonder what episode and background we can throw into the show here. Did Carlisle know this girl in any other capacity? Why are his dad senses tingling about Rosalie anyway? That's gotta be an arc.

Anyway, turns out Rosalie is not only not interested in Edward, but she's only really interested in staying with the Cullens because being alone forever would get lonely, so she stays with them... but that's after her revenge arc because Rosalie Hale is a certified Bad Ass. She goes after her Fiance and all his Dude Bros and takes them all out, and I can just imagine her executing this flawlessly as a vamp. I do wonder if Edward reads her mind about her plans and asks if he can help her, though. Eventually, she gives in and it's Sibling Bonding(TM) at its finest. It's this bonding that convinces Rosalie to stay with the Cullens after all, and that's that.

Next, we get Emmett. Now, this is a fun one! Because we get Emmett who starts pining over the gorgeous Rosalie Hale when they move to this new place. I'm not sure it says where they are, but I digress. Do we have a bit of the Bella/Edward vibes here? Are there warnings of "don't let the human close"? Is this around the time when we've just had the Denali arc and are reminded of the human child being killed? Is Carlisle having flashbacks? What is the drama? Make it interesting, TV people! Is Edward mad that Rosalie is flirting back? Is it harmless? Who. Knows. -- But then, it doesn't matter because Emmett is getting mauled by a bear in the woods and... wait, why is Rosalie even there? Why does she even find him? Hmmm, seems like she's following him around protectively ;) well- whatever the reason and drama, Emmett is near dead and she saves him and brings him to Carlisle to be turned. The reactions of the coven... the reactions of the town, of his family, of his friends, the drama. Make it interesting, once again, people! This is TV gold! It's cliches and everything you want for TV, c'mon! And then, of course, since they were already practically in love already, they really can be together, but now they have to leave because Emmett is supposedly dead and the Cullens are complicit in that for some reason too perhaps. So they get out of dodge and where do they go now?

If you guessed Forks, Washington, you're right. It's the first time and it's time to get into the legends and deal with The Wolves(TM). It's all about the Quiluetes and it's time to make a treaty with The Pack(TM). Ephraim Black is Jacob's great-grandfather and the leader of the tribe. Whoooa boy. I can think of sooooo much they can do with this,. And just how long do the Cullens stay in Forks the first time around? It's a whole arc. Maybe it's a season. We get some good wolf content. We get some pack dynamics. It's great. We get some beef between Rosalie and the wolves maybe, because there's obvious dislike between her and the wolves later and it's gotta be for a reason more than just their smell, I know it. So, several episodes there. Maybe even some fighting. I know it ends with a treaty, but that's not easily won. Maybe it's Rosalie they found first and one of the wolves attacked her before they were able to make talks for peace. Yeah. I can see this season being really fun.

So, after all that goes down, maybe there's something with the Volturi? Something with the Denali? They do end up staying with the Denali Coven for a time. Maybe they go somewhere else for a little while after they've overstayed their welcome in Forks. Sometime around the 1940s they leave. During the 1950s Jasper and Alice wander upon them and at this point, I fully believe we would get a several-episode arc of Jasper's origin story with the Civil War and the Newborn Army - but they've gotta make it interesting somehow, so there's gotta be a parallel conflict in the timeline that makes it relevant, like I keep saying, make it interesting. Who knows where the Cullens are living right now at this point, but there's crazy everywhere and they're vampires they're practically magnates for danger and chaos. Make something up. Family drama, vampire drama, whatever you need. Where are more of those OCs. And don't forget! We have all the covens and vampires from the battle in Breaking Dawn that we can draw on at ANY point in the show for extra vampires to make any of this interesting as well! Make. It. Make. Sense. How does Carlisle know everyone all the time??? Add spice, add interest, and make the Cullens well-connected in a way that makes sense!

Once we get through Jasper's origin story, we get how he and Alice met, which of course is that Alice saw him in a vision. Alice is such a fun character.

And what do they do in the interim 60 years until Bella? Um, not really sure, but we can find some filler or we can time skip. Not like we haven't been doing that anyway. I also have this vague idea that the whole first few seasons are vaguely a la How I Met Your Mother where they're always telling the story to Bella or Renesmee or someone anyway -- oooh telling the story to Ren would be cute actually... that has potential. Grandpa Cullen telling his granddaughter about how all the family got together. That's adorable, whether you like Renesmee as a character or not. Tell me I'm wrong... Anyway, so then maybe it's like, "So what about mom?" or something and we jump to the actual plot of the Twilight books.

But we don't just get the Twilight books, we get the full in-depth. We get the shifters in La Push full with Emily and Sam and Quil, Embry and Jake, and Paul and all the bois, we get the whole story from Bree Tanner on the side as that develops. We get random check-ins with the Denali clan, because that's relevant! We get Edward's perspective on things as well when he meets Bella and how he runs away to the Denali clan because he's dead lusting for her blood! We get complex feelings and all the arguments about it! We get Rosalie and Edward fighting because isn't she being hypocritical about Bella?

We get the Volturi and more drama from the throne room as they learn about the Cullens and their drama just like we have been following Volturi drama on and off all series long. We know the personalities of Caius and Marcus and their dynamic with Aro. We've already heard the origin story of Jane and Alec and we know how brutal the terror twins are. We get the Volturi women Sulpicia, Athenedora, Chelsea, Heidi, and Renata. Don't even get me started on Demitri and Felix and my headcanon of their epic friendship. So, yeah, Volturi stuff.

All of it comes to a head at the final battle in Breaking Dawn just like we know but with so much more meaning than ever before because of the rich history we have from seasons upon seasons of "The Cullens" or "Cullen" or whatever you end up calling this show. It's amazing, it's beautiful, we've laughed, we've cried, we've become a family over and over again and Carlisle has a family and this is his family and he is happy.

Will they make it like this? Probably freaking not, but this is my one request to the universe. Don't make a "Twilight" TV show. Make a "Cullen" TV show.

Please.

#twilight #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #twilight saga #stephenie meyer #stephanie meyer #twilight tv show #bella swan #edward cullen #alice cullen #rosalie hale #carlisle cullen #cullen #emmett cullen #jasper whitlock #jasper hale #esme cullen #the cullens #charlie swan #jacob black #team edward #renesmee cullen #renesmee twilight #fanfiction #fanfic #meta #tv #streaming #new show

[kitcat22]

My Genderbent Percy Jackson Names ideas!

Hold on tight cause this could get long

Percy Jackson —> Penelope Jackson

Ive seen a lot of takes where persephone is used and while i could see sally or Poseidon naming him that as a way to appease hades and try and avoid his wrath, i like Sally choosing the name of someone who got a happy ending. Penelope in greek mythology faces a lot of hardships but in the end she did get her happy ending. I also feel like Penelope being married to one of Athena’s favourite champions goes well with Penny Jackson falling for one of Athena‘s favourite sons. Also this Penelope choosing to follow her boyfriend on his perilous journey (ie. Falling into Tartartus with him) than being separated from him like the original Penelope was.

Jason Grace —> Helen Grace

Doesn’t start with the same letter but i wanted a name relating to greek mythology that i could think of reasons for. Ican see multiple ways Helen would end up with her name

1. Beryl Grace names her that out of pride. She seduces the king of gods and now she has a daughter just as beautiful as the original Helen.

2. Helen Grace does actually look a lot like Helen of Troy and was named by zeus/Jupiter for the resemblance

3. Hera, the goddess of marriage and women, maybe not being as hateful of Helen of Troy because she’s one of Zeus’ demigod daughters and not a demigod son. Also the original Helen having tumultuous marriages (depending on which version you go by) just like Hera who’s husband is about as unfaithful as you get. I could see Helen becoming one of her fave demigods and wanting to honour her by naming this new child after her. Or again Zeus naming her for that reason.

4. Helen of Troy was used in an insult against Hera so Hera being like ‘fuck you this is the new Helen, she’s gonna turn out much better than the original and she’s all mine’.

Also Helen Grace ending up in a kind of forced relationship with a son of Aphrodite.

Nico Di Angelo —> Viviana Di angelo or Mirabella Di Angelo or Rosa Di angelo

This one I’m not as decisive on, but i tried to find some italian/latin names that could be shortened to a nick name

Viviana means lively. Can be shortened to Viv. I could see this as a sort of contrast to her being the daughter of god of the dead but also Nico going through a lot of shit but surviving.

Mirabella means wonderous beauty and admiral which i think Nico is. Could be shortened to Mira or Bella.

Rosa is just a name that was popular in 1930s italy.

Also Benedetto for Bianca

Annabeth Chase —> Anthony Chase

The chase family tends to go with long posh sounding names so i thought this went well. Means praise worthy. I could also see Alexander after Alexander the Great but i don’t like giving deep meanings to every single name.

Piper McClean —> Presley McClean

Chose this because it was one of the only male P names that i liked to be honest, but Piper’s dad is famous and famous people tend to give their kids stand outish, meaningful names so maybe Presley was named after Elvis or something like that.

Frank Zhang —> Freya Zhang

Also just liked this one. Could be Francesca (no clue if i spelled that name right lol).

Leo Valdez —> Leah Valdez

Closest name to Leo i could think of.

Hazel Levesque —> Henry Levesque

Just a popular 1920s boy name starting with H.

Thalia Grace —> Hector Grace

I chose Hector because Hector of Troy was the greatest warrior for Troy and i think Zeus would want his son named after a great warrior. Before you say ‘but Hector was defeated by Achilles so shouldn’t he be named after Achilles’ I think even Zeus might think twice about naming the possible child of the prophecy after someone that had to be shot down because he was getting out of control. I don’t know if it rolls of the tongue as easily as Thalia Grace but i also thought it went nicely with Helen.

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson genderbend #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #the seven #annabeth chase #jason grace #thalia grace #leo valdez #hazel levesque #nico di angelo #frank zhang #heroes of olympus

[wooiamamess]

H20 mermay redesign

So in honour of mermay, and my rewatching h20 a couple of months ago, I did a redraw of the characters from h20 with my own head cannons and some explaining of my redesigns of course (: I really think that an animated reboot (not the one Netflix did) would be perfect for this show, and I wanted to convey my ideas. I also did try the make the designs resemble the actors at least a little bit.

Ricky

I love Ricky with all my heart, she’s definitely in my top 3 characters from this show. I’m obsessed with her hair in season one, especially when she puts it into braids. I kept her red motif from the first season as well. I want her to wear very early 2000s-esque grunge clothing. In terms of her mermaid look, I changed her colour to this orange/red-ish colour, and added details to make it look like flames.

I know a lot of people like to headcannon her as a lesbian, but personally I don’t. I think that she’s definitely pansexual with zero preferences and would go by she/her pronouns but would be ok with they/them.

Cleo

I honestly had so much fun with Cleo’s design. She has a bit of a bohemian style in the first season, but I decided to trade for a little more preppy look that I think reflects her character more. She’s sweet, caring, a little naive, but good spirited. So I put her in a trendy outfit with some cute patches to keep that homemade look. For her mermaid look, I wanted it to look like lace to mirror the patches on her skirt, and of course, it had to be purple.

My asexual ass has to headcannon her as ace and heteromantic. She’s also got the purple motif so that just adds to the ace-ness. She/her pronouns.

Emma

Emma’s design came really easily to me. I wanted to give her a kind of periwinkle colour scheme to match her ice. Her human design is simple, but I really wanted to keep it modern and trendy. Athleisure with high socks and bicycle shorts (and of course a sparkly top). Her mermaid design also came really easily to me, as I gave her sharp sparkly edges to resemble ice. Is it difficult to make a blonde, ice-themed character not look like Elsa? Yes

If anyone in the main three is a lesbian in my eyes it’s her. She’s hella gay with she/they pronouns.

Charlotte

Lol I don’t think I have anything positive to say about charlotte but damn I had so much fun drawing her. I really wanted her to look soft and sweet but give her the nastiest attitude ever. I put her in a preppy school girl outfit with soft pastel pink to make her look unassuming (at least to Lewis) and of course the necklace that the other three girls have.

She/her, straight.

Will

Threw a curveball at you didn’t I? That’s right, this is where my head cannons start, along with my inability to draw abs. Rewatching season 3, it only made sense to make him a mermaid instead of Bella, and I honestly feel like it could’ve been more interesting. Imagine him as a diver who got just a little too curious around Mako, and accidentally turns into a mermaid. His dreams of become a diver are ruined, however he got to be happy doing what he loved (exploring the ocean). It just makes more sense in my opinion.

For his main colour, I changed his motif of blue to green. I wanted to keep the blue colour for Emma and Lewis, and I honestly just felt like it suits him better. In terms of his powers, maybe the ability to control plants? Idk

He’s probably straight, maybe bi-curious. Goes by he/they but wouldn’t object to any pronoun. The chillest dude.

Bella

Bella was probably the hardest to adapt just cause I don’t love her character in the show. I decided to make her not a mermaid, and instead a love interest. I felt like it suited her better. I wanted to keep her colour palette soft and muted, and put her in sweet, bohemian style clothing. I feel like she would become a good friend of the main trio after the betrayal by charlotte. She would be an excellent friend and totally keep their secret as well as fall in love with Will.

Definitely bisexual, not opposed to a flirtationship with Emma (I just want them to meet) She/they.

Lewis

Look at this disaster man. I put him in messy clothes cause he probably couldn’t give two shits about what he looks like. He really does just want to go fishing.

Biromantic asexual (yes I am in fact projecting onto these characters). He/him.

Zane

I personally love Zane. I know he’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I love characters who are shitty people and even when they’re on “the side of good”, they continue to be shitty people. Just more focused and positive. When I was a kid I was 100% on board with his relationship with rikki, and honestly a part of me still is. So for my headcannon, he doesn’t cheat on her, the cafe doesn’t get in the way of their relationship, and he treats Rikki so much better. Cause they had fantastic chemistry and I don’t want it to go to waste.

For his design I gave him two looks, a casual motorcycle riding outfit, and of course a business suit. I made his main colour black, but I had to give him dark red accents as a nod to Ricky.

Heterosexual, he/him.

Lastly

The love interests as mermaids. This is not a part of my headcannon (yet). In terms of powers I have a couple ideas that do, in fact, include Lewis being able to talk to marine life. Poor boy will never go fishing again. In terms of Bella’s powers i really hate what they gave her, so I was thinking wind or bubbles or something air-related. As for Zane? He’s definitely the hardest to pin down for powers but I’m thinking either shadow manipulation or storm related powers (like lightning). Maybe a combo of both.

Well I’m done writing this all out and mermay is over so fuck me I guess. That’s what I get for making this post with 20 minutes left of may. I hope you had fun reading my post and looking at my art. I probably won’t draw more of this headcannon but idk I do what I want

#mermay #h20 just add water #h20 #h20headcannons #h20 Cleo #h20 Emma #h20 rikki #h20 will #h20 zane #h20 lewis #h20 charlotte #h20 Bella #Will and Bella #Zane and Rikki #Cleo and Lewis #for my 30 followers I love you guys thanks for tolerating me #I’m late for mermay #do you ever just want to be softly held as someone caresses your head and tells you they love you #cause I do

[akariamai]

Romeo & Juliet [Part 2]

Pairing: Jacob Black x OC!Swan

Word Count: 1616

Part 1 Part 3

Author's Note I changed a few things to better fit the story. Jacob will be a year younger than Bella. Bella's friends are semi-different than how they are portrayed in the books/movies. Sam and Leah were never in a relationship. Imprinting on children is not a thing. Hope you enjoy the story and sorry it took so long to write the second part of this.

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Sloan and her sister used to be best friends. They were two peas in a pod, but ever since the move to Forks, her strange fascination with the Cullen boy, and the start of her relationship with Edward, their relationship has dwindled.

Bella became more distant and secretive. Sloan understood that a relationship meant change and less time for the two of them, but she didn’t think the relationship would take priority over everything. Bella was in love, that was certain, but she left no time for friends or family. Edward was her world. There was no place for anyone else. Not their dad, their mother, Sloan, or even herself.

Sloan did miss the relationship they used to have. Tranquil car rides to school, mindless arguments over their favorite classic literature, and the late-night talks they used to have. Sloan never realized how meaningful those things used to be until they were gone. It all went away as soon as Edward came into their lives.

Their eighteenth birthday came and went, and Bella was more frantic than ever. The reason? Sloan had no clue. Sloan didn’t know much about Bella these days. She does know Bella was quiet after her birthday party at the Cullen’s house. Something happened, and whatever it was rocked Bella. The days that followed were marked by an absence of the Cullen family, and it barely went unnoticed by everyone except Bella. Bella felt lost without them, but most importantly Edward. Unfortunately for Sloan and her father, they would both come to realize the extent of Bella’s dependence of the Cullens.

Sloan tried to be empathetic towards her sister. She had never been through a breakup herself, but normal heartache does not leave a person lifeless and empty. She had imagined how their first heartbreak would entail, watching sappy romance movies and eating ridiculous amounts of ice cream, it was nothing like this. She had never imagined a boy would leave her sister like a lifeless doll.

Bella would mindlessly stare out her window, day in and day out, as if waiting for Edward to save her from her isolation. It was a lost cause, however, as he and his family moved away and Bella was left with the memories of what once was.

Every night in the Swan’s residence is plagued with the screams of her sister. A good night’s rest was a luxury now and both Sloan and her father felt the effects of the lack of sleep.

“Bella.” Sloan began as she found her sister in the same place as when she left her. “Do you want to go hang out with our friends? We’re going to La Push again. They miss you.” Bella had completely shut down after the breakup. She resembled a lifeless doll waiting for a child to find it and play with it. She spent her days waiting for Edward to come back.

“I miss him.” Her voice was barely a croak. Her lips bleeding slightly as she had not drank the water Sloan had left on her desk.

Sloan sighed. Edward was not worth this. “This isn’t normal, Bella. You need help.” She’ll need to bring up therapy to her father. Bella couldn’t keep living this this. Maybe a change a scenery would be helpful as well.

“I need him.”

“No you don’t.” Bella liked to believe in soulmates. It was a frequent topic of arguments between the two. She believes there is one person for everyone and finding that person is magical and sacred. Sloan should’ve known that Bella would’ve considered Edward as hers.

Sloan didn’t believe in soulmates. The idea that out of thousands of people there is only one that is just right. That seems implausible. “Are you sure you don’t want to go?” Bella stayed silent. Sloan walked out of Bella’s room silently, closing the door on her way out.

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“How’s Bella?” Mike asked as they unloaded the cooler filled with refreshments. Eric and Jessica went ahead and found a respectable spot, while Angela went to snap a few pictures of the ocean waves.

“Not good.” Sloan mentions. “I don’t think staying in Forks is helping either. Maybe there’s too many memories of him.”

“He really messed her up, didn’t he?” Mike has never seen anyone take a breakup as hard as Bella. He had seen tears split over the loss of a relationship or an occasional screaming match between old lovers, but never something like that.

It made him reevaluate the relationship between Bella and Edward. They were too attached. Too obsessed with each other.

He remembered a conversation he’d had with Bella when her newfound relationship became public. He warned her about the way Edward watched her, as if he were a lion eyeing his prey. It may have come off as disdain. He had liked Bella before Edward dug his claws into her, and maybe the disdain part was true to some extent, but Bella had to know the way Edward stalked her when she wasn’t looking. If only he had voiced his observations more.

Sloan nodded. She really needed to have a conversation with her father. Bella needs help that they are not qualified to give. Mike and Sloan went silent as they carried the cooler to the beach. Jessica and Eric had placed the inflatable pools in a half circle. All three of the inflatable pools were heart-shaped. Angela thought it would be a better idea than bringing a beach blanket.

They watched the waves crash onto the beach as they spoke about their aspirations for the future. High school was coming to an end. Much faster than any of them had anticipated. There was a whole world outside of their small town. Were they ready? Were they prepared? They had no clue, but they’ll take it one step at a time.

The group of friends didn’t see the sulking boy wander closer towards them. The conversation ended abruptly as a familiar name was called out: “Sloan?”

They all turned to the boy. “Jacob?” Sloan hadn’t spoken to Jacob since he and his father came to watch the game with her dad. They were both busy with friends and school. They hadn’t found time for each other. “Are you okay?”

“Not really.” He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his shorts.

“Do you want to join?” Sloan offered, “We were just about to crack open a few soda cans and talk about our deepest, darkest secrets.”

The others laughed, and even Jacob cracked a smile. “I don’t want to impose.”

“Not imposing if you’re invited.” Mike chimed in.

“Come on.” Sloan motioned for Jacob to join her. “We brought extra, and it would be rude if you didn’t help us finish our snacks.”

Jacob joined her awkwardly, snacking on the chocolate-covered strawberry Sloan offered him.

“We were just talking about summer plans. Do you have anything planned yet?” Summer was months away, and their graduation was on the horizon. They wanted to do something memorable and fun.

“Not yet.” He admitted. He would probably do the same things as always. Hang out with Embry and Quil, and take care of his father.

“We were thinking about planning a road trip after graduation.” Angela said, “Would you like to join? We wouldn’t want Sloan to be the fifth wheel.”

Jacob was taken aback by the invitation. They didn’t know him on a personal level, and yet they were so kind to him. It might’ve had something to do with him being friends with Sloan.

“Yeah, you should come, man.” Eric said.

“It’ll be fun.” Jessica replied.

Jacob didn’t know what to say. “I don’t know. Maybe?” He needed time to think.

“When we come up with a game plan, we’ll let you know, and then you can decide.” Sloan placed her hand on his shoulder. “There’s no rush.”

Jacob nodded before the conversation shifted once again. Sloan’s friends were nice. They made him feel welcomed. They included him in their conversations, even when he had little to say.

As the day turned to night, the group of friends plus one started packing their things. “See you at school, Sloan.” Jessica waved goodbye as she entered Mike’s car. “It was nice meeting you, Jacob.”

Jacob nodded. “You too.”

“Let me know when you make it back home, Sloan.” Mike said.

“I will.” She replied as she and Jacob entered her car. They watched as her friends drove off.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She interjected.

Jacob began, “I have this friend—well, I had a friend—Sam, and he disappeared for a while. He didn’t tell anyone where he was going. He didn’t call anyone to tell us if he was okay. He came back today, and it was like he was a complete stranger. I could barely recognize him.”

“We’ve known each other all our lives, and he changed so suddenly. He said it would be best if we weren’t friends anymore. That it was 'safer' for me to stay away. What does that mean? Is he in trouble? I want to be there for him. Why doesn’t he want me to be there for him?”

“Jacob,” Sloan said, reaching for his hand and gently rubbing it. “Sometimes people want to get through their problems alone. It has nothing to do with you, but more with him. Maybe he feels like a burden and doesn’t want to pile his problems on you. Maybe he needs to take some time for himself—find himself. Maybe one day he’ll explain everything once the dust settles.”

“I just want to be there for my friend.” He says, “I never thought we would go on without each other.”

Masterlist

#jacob black #twilight angela #twilight eric #the twilight saga #twilight saga #original character #oc!swan #twilight mike #twilight jessica #jacob black x reader #twilight bella #bella swan #edward cullen #twilight edward #twilight fanfiction #Twilight fanfic #twilight oneshot

[not-krys]

WIP Wednesday: Sugar and Spice and ...?-NSFW

Final WIP Wednesday for 2023! Whoo! Ending on a strong note, I think!

This little nugget was inspired by both my disappointment in the Bride of the Vampire Event and the (more satisfying to me personally) Home Sweet Home Event and I sort of put the two together, with a spicy twist. Maybe later on I'll try to explore more of this universe bc I like this AU and would like to do some more in the future, but for now, this is what I've got thus far.

Notes: Raw, unedited writing, unfinished (cuts off at the last part bc I ran out of steam), threesome relationship, afab reader addressed with feminine pronouns (she, her, etc), pregnant reader, breeding, use of French and Italian when I know neither language so some usage is bound to be wrong, I've tried my best with language blogs and machine translation, Comte and Leo flirting (yes, that is a warning).

Have a good rest of the year and I hope to see all you lovelies in 2024!

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"Hey, Comte." Leonardo said to him one morning, "let's make a bet."

"Hmm. What kind of bet?"

"Who do you think [Name]'s kid will resemble more, you or me?"

Comte set down the newspaper he was reading, his fingers steepling.

"We've had her so many times since that first time, it's up to fate as to who her body accepted at this point. Assuming one of us didn't cheat and had some extra time with her, it should be about equal."

"Cheat? Definitely didn't do that a time or two. Nope."

"Of course, you didn't. Just as much as I didn't as well."

"Of course not."

The knowing smiles they gave each other conveyed neither their innocence or their guilt.

"Well, I was the first to take her, so the odds are in my favor." Comte smirked.

"Still haven't forgiven you for that, you know."

"You stole her first kiss. You know better than anyone that I wouldn't let a transgression like that stand for long."

"Heh, didn't peg you for the petty jealous type."

Comte sipped some of his morning tea, a floral scent wafting in the air.

"We share a wonderful, beautiful wife now, Leonardo." he paused, "but seeing her with another man, even if it's you… it seems my claws come out on their own." 

Leonardo laughed.

"The feeling's mutual. Cara mia loves both of us, but can't help but want to pull her into my arms and whisk her away when you're being sweet on her."

"Try it and I really will sink my claws into you."

"Attaccati al cazzo, bastardo."

"En fait," Comte shrugged with a smirk. "je préfère baiser ma femme que toi."

Leonardo growled, reaching out across the table.

"Oh, good morning, you two!" a voice called out in the doorway, a sweet scent tickling the noses of the two vampires. Leonardo pulled his hand back.

"Bonjour, ma cherie." Comte said with a smile, holding his hand out towards you.

"Ciao, bella." Leonardo said, standing up.

Once you were close enough to take his hand, Comte kissed your fingers reverently while Leonardo wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his lips taking a gentle nip at your cheek. You giggled.

"How are you feeling?" Comte asked, still holding onto your hand.

"Better, thank you. Still a little tired though."

"It's to be expected." Comte reached out his free hand, brushing your hair back with his long, graceful fingers. "but you do have a healthy glow about you. That's a good sign."

Leonardo's large hand also slid down your form, pressing it just under your belly, as if weighing it against his palm. "Hmm, still flat."

"It's barely been four months." You said.

"And here I was hoping you'd be stealing my clothes by now. Well, more than you already do."

"Leo!"

"No, there's some change. I'm sure of it." Comte interjected, also putting his hand on your belly, as if measuring you like Leonardo had.

"It's okay, Comte," you said gently, "it's still early so you don't have to-"

"I can see it, cherie." Comte reassured you with a smile. "in fact, I think I can see it right… here!"

Without further warning, his fingers danced on your belly, making you laugh and try to step back.

"H-hey! That tickles!"

You had forgotten, however, that Leonardo still held your shoulders.

"Actually, Comte's right." he grinned mischievously, "I think I did feel a little something… here!"

His fingers-rough, calloused, and warm- tickled under your belly, making you laugh harder.

"No fair! You're ganging up on me!"

"Maybe you'll grow faster if we tickle you enough," Leonardo teased.

"That's not how that works-!"

Leonardo's fingers had sank down further, the thin linen of your nightgown the only thing between you and his digits. He smirked.

"Forget something, cara mia?"

You looked away, biting your lip.

"…It was your fault." You said. "Both of you."

It was Comte's turn to smirk.

"We did make a mess of you last night, didn't we?"

The twin bite marks on your neck sung, making you shift against Leonardo's fingers. You shuddered at the memory.

"Couldn't help ourselves." said Leonardo, rubbing his index finger up and down. "Hearing you scream so sweetly…"

"Melting under our touch," Comte reached up for your jaw, caressing it. "Every part of you flushed and glowing."

His fingers traced a line down your body, feather-like touches falling down your collarbone, between your breasts, staying once they found your stomach again.

"So full of our seed.  Seeing it drip between your legs…"

You shifted against Leonardo's fingers again, feeling a dampness against your nightgown.

"You're remembering it, aren't you, cara mia?" Leonardo whispered in your ear, his voice low and husky.  "How it felt to be so full of us."

You shuddered, taking in a sharp breath to try and calm yourself, but failed, feeling Leonardo nuzzle your neck. Comte then stood up, leaning in closer to you, kissing your jaw gingerly, trailing with his lips until he found yours. When he released you with a pop, your lips felt swollen and pink.

"I think she needs a reminder, Leonardo. It's been ages, after all."

"A top-off so soon?" Leonardo chuckled, "Insatiable, aren't you? Only been a couple of hours."

"I think myself more of a generous gentleman, thank you." He reached down for his pants and unbuttoned himself with practiced ease. When he was done, he pulled your skirt up around your waist and kissed your cheek.

"Ready for me, cherie?"

You bit your lip, but nodded. He kissed your forehead this time, lining his hips with yours, his tip gliding on one pass before plunging into you hard and fast. You shuddered and moaned, grabbing onto his shoulders. Leonardo growled low in your ear, making Comte chuckle.

"Learn some patience, will you? You'll get your turn."

"Oh yeah?"

Leonardo tilted your head towards him, stealing your lips and inserting his tongue, teasing your tongue and teeth. His other hand cupped your breast, rolling and massaging the nipple between his rough fingers. You moaned against his lips, the volume muffled. Comte frowned, his hands sliding down your hips, pulling you closer to him. He then reached for your other breast, lifting it and teased the underside with his tongue. A whine escaped between your lips, trapped by Leonardo's, but it was enough to make Comte smirk.

"Do you feel good, cherie?" he asked, "Do we make you feel good?"

Leonardo released your lips, wet strings trailing between you as you both panted for air. Once he was sure you caught your breath, Comte thrust into you again, the full volume of your scream like music to his ears. Leonardo held you securely, peppering kisses along your neck.

"Almost there, mon cœur. "

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen vampire #comte de saint germain (ikevamp) #leonardo da vinci (ikevamp) #cw: pregnancy #very spicy

[dre6ming]

Just us two, even in a crowded room

Masterlist here

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warnings: anxiety, difficulty breathing, smut <minors dni> so much smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving) cursing, dirty talk… hope that’s all

Plot: you are invited to the met gala and meet with an old costar, something lights up between the two of you and it starts the rest of your lives.

Disclaimer: I don’t know anything about Austin’s relationship w/ Kaia and I’m not making any assumptions, but in my fic they are a PR stunt

Word count: 3800+

!!this was a request, but I won’t tag the person who asked for this, just in case they don’t want that kind of exposure!!! ~ Thank you for your request

It's ok, I'm fine, breathe... fuck what a lie I'm trying to sell to myself. I'm not fine! I can't breathe! I'm suffocating! Shit shit...fuck...

"You're out in a minute!" The driver shouts at me over the loud commotion happening outside, The Met Gala. It's not real, it can't be. "Ok just remember walk the carpet, you have to be on it for at least 15 minutes, I'll always be on the sideline the motion to you when to move!" Jenna, my publicists says. I nod my head and try to swallow to lump in my throat, but it doesn't work. My corset is too tight, it scratches my skin. The gold satin dress I'm wearing underneath makes me slip off my seat and all the pearls and chains that I have on my neck and torso weight probably 15 pounds, so as beautiful as they are, they only add to the resistance that's on my struggling lungs.

Suddenly I'm blinded by the lights as the door to the car opens. My publicist drags me out by the hand and I'm engulfed in a crowd of people applying finishing touches to my hair, make up, I think someone is also steaming my dress, cause there's steam around me. "Walk, smile, wave, look for me, I'll call you to interviewers. At the top, you pose and talk to some more interviewers." I'm pushed forward and I take a second to register everything.

My extremely high heels hurt my feet, I can barely walk in them. My whole body aches. I just want to cry. Drop to the ground and cry. Walking I smile for pictures. "(Y/n)! This way! Smile! More hip. To the left, no the other left!" People scream at me and I bet I look like one of those cactus toys that dances when you speak. I look for Jenna and as soon as her finger points ahead I move. Before I reach the steps she waves me over, so I balance on my feet going her way. I mic it shoved in my face.

"What inspired your look tonight?" I smile and giggle a little before I give my answer. "Well when working with Oscar De La Renta there's always pearls and crystals and you either go big or go home, se we came up with the idea to dress me up in as many crystals and pearls, gold accents and everything to resemble a treasure that you'd find in a king's possession" the concept had come to me after rewatching "Game of thrones" and the designers were head over heels with it, so they went as big as they could. 15 pounds of jewelry big. "And are you excited to see anyone tonight?" The next question comes. "Um you know I'm excited to meet Blake and Ryan, I can't wait to see my friends Gigi and Bella. You know it's a ballroom full of interesting people, so I'm excited to see everyone, really." My publicist pokes me in the ribs to sign that I have to move. "Thank you" I say and move along.

A thousand questions later, I can no longer feel anything from my neck down, just pain. I barely make it up the stairs and through the last interviews. "Good job. Now go in, socialize, take pictures for the instagram, have a good time!" Jenna says as I make my way through the doors. Inside there's lots of people, all of them familiar faces. "Hey (Y/n)!" Gigi says hugging me tight. "Gigi!" She so beautiful in her red outfit. "My god you look gorgeous!" She says and I blush. "Stop it, you must've walked by a mirror to see yourself, you're way more beautiful!" I complement her back. I try to take as many pictures for the social media and I interact with lots of people. I even met Blake and Ryan, such amazing people I have to say.

As my eyes scan the room they get locked into a pair of blue eyes. It takes me a minute to remember where I know those eyes, that smile and that hair. Austin fucking Butler himself, flashing a blinding smile my way. Suddenly the room is empty and I'm brought back in time, years ago, on the set of the movie we did together. We played a couple in the movie, back then he was dating Vanessa, but for the time that we filmed they took a break for some weeks, or that's what he told me for the duration of our fling. I can't call what we had anything else, we just hooked up a couple of times, though spoiler I had the best orgasms ever on his mouth. The thing lasted for the last month of filming and then he got back with Vanessa, we separated and never spoke again.

Now that mouth that brought me to ecstasy so many times, curls up in a smile that's sent my way. The tightness of my dress, becomes once again evident and I have to get some air. I make my way through the crowd out into one of the empty corridors. My breath is caught in my chest and I can't calm down. I think I'm going to faint, black dots cover my vision. Leaning back on one of the walls, I count. "One, two, three..." I don't even hear the footsteps approaching me. "(Y/n)?" I look up and through my lashes I see Austin. "Can't ... breathe..." it's all I say. "Oh ok, this way!" He take my hand and pulls me into one of the rooms, that I now find out is a bathroom. He locks the doors, as I steady myself on the counter, running my hands under cold water to try and cool off.

"What can I do?" He ask and out eyes meet in the mirror. The dress, I just need it of, but can I ask that? Should I ask that? "The dress, can you open the back?" He nods and steps closer, I can see on his face the confusion when he looks at the contraption that is my outfit m. "Up, there's a hook, unhook that and then you'll see the zipper" I say out of breath. He does as I say, Austin's warm fingers brush my back. It takes him about 5 minutes to finally open the top of the dress and I signal for him that's enough. "This thing is dangerous!" Austin says chuckling a bit at the situation. "Yeah, I told them it was too tight, but.."

I turn to look at him now that I can breathe and my vision is no longer blurry. "You look gorgeous by the way!" He says and I blush, not being able to keep the smile from my face. "Thank you, you look quite dashing yourself, mr Butler!" It's his turn to blush at my comment. Austin plays with the collar of his shirt and clears his throat. "So how have you been?" He ask. "Good, I've been good. Busy!" I say.

He nods his head, but he does that just so he can scan me head to toe. "Congratulations on your Marvel contract! Playing Captain Marvel, is huge, can't imagine." I laugh at his comment. "Speak for yourself, mr Presley!" As the sentence leaves my mouth I realize I might of used a tone that's a bit too flirty, since his jaw clenches and he coughs to hide his breath getting stuck. "You here alone?" He ask. "Yeah, you?" He looks at the door, playing with the material of his suit jacket in between his long fingers. "No, I'm here with my girlfriend." I look away trying to hide my disappointment. "Vanessa's here?" Apparently I said that out loud, but instead of nodding he shakes his head. "We broke up, I'm with Kaia, now!"

I swallow, playing with the pearls on my dress. "Oh" is all I say. "It's just PR, though!" He quickly adds. My eyes widen at his statement. "Oh" he comes closer, arms sneaking around my waist. The tips of his fingers brush my exposed skin on the back and I shiver. He drops his head down, bringing his mouth closer to mine, I close my eyes and I wait for his soft lips on mine. "You know, I called you, all those years ago. Texted you a couple of times too, not one reply!" Austin breath brushes my lips, my mouth goes dry. "I lost my phone, I had to change my number!" One of his hands goes up to the back of my pearl covered neck. "Too bad" his lips are finally crashing against mine. My hands fly to his hair, grabbing a fistful of it and pulling. The growl that escapes his mouth vibrates through my chest. I can feel the arousal gathering in my panties. I moan against his lips.

We break the kiss to catch our breath, I didn't think I'd ever see him again and if I did think about it it wasn't like this. "You look absolutely drop dead gorgeous princess, but I can't fuck you in this dress..." he says through gritted teeth. Underneath my dress I rub my thighs together, to get some much needed relief. "Ah please.." it's pathetic, the way the word comes out of my mouth but I'm desperate. He shakes his head and makes a tsk noise with his tongue. "Where are you staying while in New York?" He asks. "In my own apartment, I live here." He had no way of knowing that, cause for us it was sex and just sex, nothing more, hearing that he tried to text me after we parted ways puts questions in my mind. Did he want more? If so did he always want it or just after I left?

"Here put your number in, I'll text you tonight, you better answer, you give me the location for your apartment." I take the phone with trembling hands, putting my number in. "What name should I give it?" He said the relationship was just PR, but then again even years ago I had a feeling he was lying about being on a break with Vanessa. I'm not saying he's a cheater but he also doesn't seem very monogamous.

"Just put your name, it's fine, she won't care, just like I don't care she fucks other guys, it's PR" I nod my head and put my name down giving the phone back when I'm done. "I have to get back, my publicist will be looking for me, zip up my dress?" I turn around and wait. He comes behind me, his finger tips glide from my neck to my lower back, it leaves goosebumps and I stop breathing. Austin pulls the zipper up closing the dress. "You walk out of here first, I'll stay at the gala for another hour."

I breathe out, already noticing the tightness of my dress restricting it. I walk out without looking at him, going the find my publicist so I can tell her I'm going home. "Jenna, I'm leaving, pull up the car." She nods and quickly texts the driver to come around to the back exit. She gives me my bag and I'm on my way. First I have to stop, by Oscar de la Renta's atelier. It takes the stylists about 40 minutes to unglam me all. I now can finally breathe. The traffic is horrible right now due to it being redirected to smaller streets to avoid the gala. As I wait in the car my phone buzzes: "I'm in the car, tell me where" the text from the unknown number reads. I respond immediately and save the number to my phone as Austin.

When the car stops in front of my building I get out and enjoy a bit of the cold air. I appreciate that now my lungs can expand to their liking. I hear another car pull up, I don't pay any mind to it. That's of course until a set of arms hugs me from behind. I jump scared, but the arms only tighten around me. "Shh baby, it's me, Austin" I relax and lean back on his tall figure. "Come on lets go up"

He lets go of my waist and takes my hand in his. We walk hand in hand, we stay like that all through the elevator ride up to my floor. I can't stop my mind from racing, what I'm doing is something I stoped a long time ago, one night stands. We get in my apartment, but I don't remember unlocking the door, he must've taken the keys out of my hand and do it. "I need a shower" I say passing my hand through my greasy hair. "What a coincidence, I seem to be needing a shower too." He says chuckling. I shake my head smiling at him, as I lift on my tip toes and kiss him. Before Austin can pull me in to deepen the kiss I pull away.

Turning around I take my sweater over my head. I hear him moan when he sees I have no bra on, even if he can't see my breasts, just my bare back. I move my hands to my sweat pants and pull them off along with my underwear. "My god baby, that ass looks amazing!" He says. I shiver at his wards and he lets out a laugh. Walking to the bathroom without looking at him I hear him struggle to get his clothes off, he's still in the gala outfit. It's my turn to laugh as I hear him curse under his breath.

I turn the shower on and wait for the water to warm up. I start with my hair, putting shampoo in it and rinse it out. He comes into the shower, arms sticking me to his tones body. "God you're beautiful." He kisses my jaw, my neck, my shoulder, my breasts. "Austin..." he gets on his knees, I look down at him and the moment my (e/c) eyes meet his blue eye, pupils blown, I moan. "Baby, I'd fuck you in the shower but I can't without a condom. Instead I'll eat your pretty pussy then after you're done cuming, I'll take you to the bed and fuck you so good, you won't be able to walk for days." I moan louder, buckling my hips forward. He places a hand on my hip pushing me flush against the shower wall.

With his free hand he puts my leg on his shoulder. Using two long fingers to spread me for him, he growls seeing how wet I am. "My is this just for me?" I'm too blissed out to talk. He takes his hand away and before I can complain he slaps my pussy. "Speak!" I struggle in his grasp and because I don't answer fast enough, he slaps my pussy again. I throw my head back crying out in pleasure. "You, you. Fuck only you!" I look down at him. Fuck he looks so good, hair wet stuck to his head, eyes glimmering and shit eating grin on his lips. I grab my boobs in my hands playing with them. "Good girl" He chuckles.

"Please!" I beg for him to do something, anything. Austin listens to my pleas and his lips finally kiss my clit. He starts slow, but that ends soon. With an animalistic groan he goes to work. He moves up and down from my clit to my hole. Austin circles my hole with his tongue. "Austin-" I grab his hair with one hand and push him further into my pussy. He goes to suck on my clit, as he pushes two fingers in me. The stretch stings a bit but as soon as he curls the fingers up to pet that one spot inside, my knees buckle. He pushes himself against me harder to make sure I don't fall. He moans around me sending vibrations through me.

"God you're so tight, how long has it been baby?" As soon as he talks he goes back to my clit. I guess he was expecting an answer, cause his teeth graze my clit and with a loud cry I cum all over his face. "Too long...shit.." I say out of breath. My walls squeeze around his fingers as he helps me through my first orgasm. After he licks me clean he gets up, kissing me hungrily.

Turning the water off he takes a step back to watch me all fucked out. He shoves his fingers in my mouth. I lick them clean and let them go with a 'pop' sound. I look down and see his hard cock twitch. Has he gotten bigger? "Come on baby, let's go to the bed." I nod and get out. I dry myself quickly, then hand him the towel.

When we reach my bedroom, Austin slaps my butt and I let out a squeal. "Where do you keep the condoms honey?" I sit down on the bed, lean over to the night stand and take a condom out. When I look at him, he seems to have found my robe on the floor, cause he now plays with the silk tie from it. "Give me your hands" I put my hands together and hold the out for him as he ties them up. "Lay on your back!"

I do as he says, it's like every drop of my free will has been drained out of me, but god I love it. I turn my head to look at him, he's rolling the condom on giving himself as few pumps. I moan and squeeze my thighs together. Austin lifts his head up, when he sees me, he grins. "I'm coming baby!" He laughs and gets up on the bed. Using both hands to spread my legs he gets on top of me. I lift my hips up to meet his, but I'm pined to the bed by his strong hands. "Keep your hands above your head, sweat pea!" I do as he says and fight everything in me not to touch him.

As he aligns his dick, tip pushing against my hole, my hands fly over, hooking his head in between them and the bound. He lifts his hips away from me. "No..." I whine. "Hands up baby or I ain't fucking you." I sigh and lift my hands above my head.

He aligns himself again and slowly pushes in. Austin has to hide his head in the crook of my neck and bite the flesh there as he moans at my velvet walls hugging his dick. "Fuck honey, so tight for me, agh" he says, I try to move my hips moaning, but he doesn't allow it. "Fuck me, now!" I demand and he thankfully has no more teasing in him. He starts to drive his hips into mine, the slow pace kills me. "Faster" he nods and picks up the pace.

Not being able to touch him is torture. It's like he's read my mind, as he untied me. "Touch yourself baby!" My hand goes straight for my clit, as he lifts himself up on his arms, arching forward, this position gives him new leverage. His tip hits my crevix every time and I start to see stars. "I'm close.." I say breathy. "Me to baby, when I tell you, yeah? Like the old times." I nod and move my hand faster around my clit as he speeds up.

We keep this up for a little bit, but I can't hold on no more, my legs shake, my wall contract sound him. He's also very close, sweat now mixed with the water in his head, thrusts sloppier, moan louder. "Now baby!" He says in my ear and I obey his command. My pussy contracts around him and he fucks us through our orgasms.

A few minutes later he's still inside me, the both of us are panting hard trying to recover. As my mind slowly comes to the surface of the hazy pleasure I feel him pull out, the emptiness is unbearable. "Come back!" I say but slap myself in my mind immediately, this was a one time thing. Right? Yeah!

"I'm here baby, I had to throw the condom out." He says as he scoops me up in his embrace. I lay on his side, head on his chest, legs tangled with his, one hand under my head and the other playing with the hair on his chest. He as one hand supporting his head and the other draws circles on my back. "I'm supposed to stay with Kaia, until after the Oscars, but it doesn't mean that I can't be happy while doing that." I don't quite follow what he's saying so I stay quiet. "I want to take you out to diner, but I can't risk paparazzi seeing us, can I come over some time this week and cook for you? I know it’s not the same, but I-"

"Yes" I interrupt him lifting my head to kiss his lips. When I pull away we both laugh. "Did you really text me after we finished filming?" I ask, he lifts my head with one hand to forces me to look him in the eyes. "Yes, I wanted us to be more, but since you never answered I just went back to Vanessa and tried to forget, but I never really did." I smile and start laughing.

"What's so funny?" His lips are smiling, but his eyes show the confusion in his mind. "Now I'm really upset at myself for losing that phone." He laughs out loud pulling me close to kiss my forehead. "It's fine baby, we have time."

I snuggle close to him and he covers us with a blanket since I started shivering from the cold by now. "So I guess now Elvis got to meet Captain marvel, right?" He asks and I giggle. "Wrong universe baby, his was DC, I’m from marvel"

Holding my chin in between his thumb and pointer finger, he shakes his head at me, leaning down to kiss me. "Let me have my moment honey, I'd say I fucked you good enough to deserve it" he says lips glued to mine and I gasp in his kiss. We keep talking some more and eventually fall asleep.

From that night on he keeps his promise, we see each other between closed doors, have dates either at our places or in very remote locations. After months of sneaking around, award season is done, he now has an Oscar, some Emmys and other awards to his belt. He broke up with Kaia and we make our official debut as a couple at the premiere for "Avengers: end game"

We end up dating for around 3 years and then one night we upgrade from a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship to engaged and a year later to a married couple. It's weird how full circle life has come around for us, but we couldn't be happier. And when we bring home our twin girls everything in life seems settled and at peace.

#elvis and priscilla #elvis songs #elvis film #baz luhrmann elvis #elvis fans #elvis biopic #austin butler elvis #austin butler smut #elvis smut #elvis music #elvis imagine #elvisaaronpresley #elvis 2022 #elvis presley #elvis the pelvis #elvis x reader #elvis the king #austin #butler #austin!elvis x reader #austin!elvis #smut #love

[falloutjuli]

As promised an almost 900 words tiny excerpt from my Johnny x Reader fanfic that I’m Working on, featuring a very jealous Johnny and Reader and Diego being besties! (Because Diego and Reader are both kinda dummies) 

the whole thing is at 4k words now and still needs a bit of work but eh. Enjoy a teaser. Its gonne be mighty fine and Im editing it from Fem!Reader to GN!Reader because idk. Felt like it uwu. 

Anyways, enjoy the tiny teaser hehe.

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And during the time you three lived together until now... You became good friends with Gyro and developed a crush on Johnny. Much to your dismay but it is what it is.

Checking your phone, you saw you almost had to leave so you checked yourself one last time in the mirror before you walked in the living room to get to your room. 

"Holy cow, Y/N! You look stunning!" Gyro commented, a big smile on his face. "Thank you, Gyro, didn't know you could be nice."

"Didn't know you could look like that." You rolled your eyes and entered your room to get your bag. 

You kinda had hoped Johnny would have said anything, but he kept quiet, much to your disappointment, but you couldn't change it. Yet it kinda hurt you, making you doubt for a second to actually wear the fancy clothes you picked out for tonight. 

Maybe you should cancel? He surely made a mistake asking you in the first place…No, you told yourself, you'd go out and enjoy yourself.

That was tonight’s goal. With bag and shoes now gathered you exited your room and tried to push away the looming stress and nervousness inside of you.

"I'll be gone then; I hope you two will have a great night too." You said and looked at the two horse lovers who were seated on the couch, playing games.

 "We'll be fine. Just remember, if he shows any red flags, or you get a weird feeling, call me and I'll come get ya!" Gyro said looking at you sternly. 

"Don't worry, as soon as he begins to resemble you, I'll give you a call." Gyro needed a second before he got what you were implying.

Johnny snickered along. 

"Well, I best be going then, until later!" And with that you left the room and consequently the apartment. "Man, you're really messing up your chance." "As if I ever had one." Johnny answered his friend and sounded defeated.  You stood outside the restaurant, nervous, unsure if he'd actually show up. 

"I hope you weren't waiting for too long, I'm sorry for my delay." A voice from behind you said and made you spin around, smiling once you saw him. Diego looked fine tonight, and you wondered how it came to be he asked you out of all people available to him. 

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You were bored out of your mind. Gyro and Johnny had been out riding for like one and a half hour already and they were still nowhere to be seen. 

It wasn't their fault that you felt a little down today and therefore declined riding with either, so you didn't blame them. 

You weren't big into riding yourself but coming with them to the stables, seeing them in their element and with Slow Dancer and Valkyrie and sometimes riding with them was such a highlight.

You loved how Gyro kept talking to his little "bella" as if she was his girlfriend and you loved seeing Johnny being happy while he rode on Slow Dancer. 

But today... after your mood plummeted thanks to your feelings towards a certain blond rider, you rather sat in the shade near the stables and were on your phone. 

To your surprise, some strange legs entered your view and in front of you stood Diego Brando. 

You had heard of him, his reputation was that to thank for, and Johnny and Gyro had their run-ins with him and loved to rant about him.

 "Hey there." You said unsure of what exactly would happen now. You looked around and only spotted a girl with short pink hair nearby. 

"Yeah, hey. I wanted to ask if you'd like to go out sometime?" You sat there dumbfounded. 

A popular, good-looking guy, many girls surely would die for, just casually asked you out, without having ever spoken a word before. You blinked a couple of times. 

"Eh..." was All you could answer before you saw the chance this was. A date, with someone who seemed interested in you and might make you realize you never actually crushed on Johnny. 

"Sure. Why not." You said and Diego looked pleased. 

"May I have your phone to give you my number?" Slightly embarrassed you handed the man your phone who quickly typed something in with his none gloved hand. 

"There you go. Send me a message later yeah, love?" His British accent did make your knees a little weak.

Mindlessly you tugged a lose hair string behind your ear and looked at the newly made contact of "Diego 🦖" while said contact began striding back to his friend, who you assumed must be Hot Pants, the guys had also told you about her. 

Not too long after that, Johnny and Gyro were back too. 

"Did ya get bored waiting for us?" Gyro asked as he helped Johnny unmount. "A little."

"Your fault for not coming along. We found a real nice new path near a small river."

"I'll come along next time, then you can show me, yeah?" You answered Johnny and decided to keep the thing with Diego for yourself. 

You knew if you let them know now, they'd go on a rant of how horrible he is and how you should never even talk to him unless you want him to eat your firstborn or whatever.

They sure painted him like a horrible person but to you, Diego seemed a little charming almost.

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#aint that a teaser? #do tell what you think and what youd maybe like to see happen #maybe ill include it if it fits the plot uwu #johnny joestar x reader #johnny x reader #jjba x reader

[galacticwildfire]

Last of us story idea

Ellie's older sister, I'd put her at about thirty, goes with her and Joel. I was going to do an older actress for a faceclaim since I just cannot see Joel even thinking about someone under thirty like that but I just thought Alycia resembles Bella and they could pass as sisters. I've always wanted to write something set in an apocalypse due to my love for the genre.

Here's an excerpt I just wrote out as an idea

"You like him," Ellie says.

"What?" I laugh, genuinely caught off guard as I turn back to her.

"You have a crush," she teases and I already know she's going to be relentless. "On a guy old enough to be a grandpa."

"Okay shut up," I say, throwing a shirt at her. "His girlfriend literally just died."

"I don't know, it didn't seem like he would call her that," she says and I look away remembering Tess's last words to him, whatever she felt for him was unrequited, or at least not returned in the way she wanted. I have no plans to fall into the same trap.

"Yeah and I'm not going to put myself in the same position," I tell her. "You don't know how lucky we've gotten with him, he hasn't tried to assault us or sell us to people who would. He actually seems like he's more than decent and could actually be a good guy, but don't get attached Ellie."

"Me?" she asks. "Why would I get attached?"

"You never had a father, and something tells me he's a father without a daughter," I tell her honestly. "He's taking us somewhere and that's it, end of the road, and if he doesn't make it there I don't want you getting upset."

But of course she turns it back on me. "Are you telling yourself that or just me?"

And so I decide to be honest "I don't need to tell myself not to get attached, I've learned the hard way."

"So have I!" she suddenly snaps at me and I see the tears in her eyes. 

"I know," I say quietly, knowing what Riley was to her. "I know El, I'm sorry."

It's then there's a knock on the door. "Everything okay in there?"

He must have heard Ellie yelling. "Yeah, everything's fine. We'll be out in a minute."

I wait until I hear him walk away from the door before telling Ellie. "I know you loved her, and I saw the pain losing her's caused you. I just don't want you to have to go through losing someone again."

"And what about you?" she asks, not giving up until I admit it. "I'm not the one who's afraid of getting hurt, you are."

"Maybe I am," I tell her. "Maybe I actually like him, but I'm an adult El and crushes are for children. There's no room left in this shithole of a world for things like that and I think he knows that too."

"Still," she shrugs. "It wouldn't kill you to get some."

"Shut up," I laugh slapping her arm. "You keep talking like that and I'm going to just leave you and drive away one of these days."

"Nah," she says. "You'd miss me too much."

#the last of us #joel miller #the last of us hbo #ellie williams #joel miller x oc #joel miller fanfiction

[orbitfalls]

Hello! I’m a new follower but I would love to hear more about how you view walaburga (I never know how to spell her name). I don’t often see her written as a complex character so that sounds super interesting!!

Hi love, welcome to my blog<33 if there's one single person out there i'm ALWAYS ready to talk about then it's the loml Walburga Black so buckle up!!!!!!

I'm very much with you on that she's rarely depicted as a complex character, which, sure enough, is certainly partly bc she's a horrible person, but robbing her of all complexity simply for the crime of being a bad mother doesn't sit right with me and never has... i feel like there's a lot of depth and anger and fear to be explored in her as a woman raised in a victorian-resembling patriarchal family and forced to marry- and have children with her own cousin. To me, she was - like most abusers - a victim first, and an abuser as a consequence of being so undone by trauma that she's unable to overcome centuries and centuries of generational trauma.

Okay to maintain structure in the rambles here comes some hcs of mine:

the way i view her, i think it makes a lot of sense that her control issues stem from experiencing sexual abuse throughout her childhood

due to this, she's very wary of people having power over her, and her greed for power - as well as her need to assert her power over her children, sirius in particular - is above all else a (deeply twisted obv) way of protecting herself

i think her and bella share some VERY fundamental similarities, HOWEVER the major difference, to me, is that walburga has the mind of a ruler whereas bellatrix will forever be a soldier

walburga's the oldest sister, she's incredibly protective of Alphard and cygnus, however her definition of protecting someone isn't always particularly in line with everyone else's

she's literally the tiniest little medieval princess-type of beauty, yet simultaneously the most absolutely loaded powerhouse of magic seen in a long fucking while in the history of magic

the point above is a well-known but rather shushed upon topic within the pureblood families due to her being the housewife of Orion, who's the real heir, and god forbid a woman outdoes the heir lmao

in relation to that, no one fucks with her. like genuinely, no one ever out right admits the terror she evokes in the pureblood ranks, but boy oh boy.

mountain lion patronus. no one talk to me okay this one's dear to me idk. this one i can't explain without frantically typing out a 2k analyzing essay that i'll spare you from tho ssjdjsjdh<33

ANYWAY if youre interested in walburga as a complex character with plenty of depths to explore (very dark ones tho, so tw!!!!), then she's one of the main characters of my black family character study Ultraviolence, in which all of the hcs above play a major role in her character and her relation to her brothers, children and husband<33 (not to mention to the black sisters, bella in particular!!)

#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK FOR THE RECORD I LOOOOVE YAPPING #walburga black the loml the absolute love!!!! of my life!!!!!!!!! #ultraviolence tag #walburga black #tw sa mention #you: asking a brief politely intrigued question #me - panting: *desperately hands you a crumbled old piece of paper full of frantic scribbles and blood stains in the corner* the loml

[tmvoldemort]

Late evening at Hogwarts, Lucius lay on the bed next to his wife, Draco, and baby Delphi, who had fallen asleep after being fed and bathed. The blond wizard was glad that with Severus' help they had managed to carry out her transformation to completion, now the once daughter of Bella and the Dark Lord now resembled a Malfoy and not a Lestrange or Riddle. Now Delphini Malfoy slept peacefully in the arms of her father and brother, Draco who had become extremely protective of his new baby sister, and Severus eagerly tending to his foster goddaughter in his breaks from teaching. Lucius felt bad that by helping him and his family, Severus' secret spy work on behalf of Potter had suffered heavily, but he trusted his old friend and knew he had him on his side. Now Severus, as was his wont, was on the outs with Voldemort and that vile franchise, his infernal sister-in-law Bellatrix.

"Sleep, my little daughter." Lucius whispered softly, gently stroking the silver curls of his already baby. He knew that now Delphi was safe and completely free from the influence of the Dark Lord and Bella. His daughter could sleep peacefully, and thanks to their love and care, she would be a happy and good person. He did not regret his decision to take her. He didn't know how to regret it, especially since Delphi was his family's treasure of all treasures.

The only thing that still reminded him of the shadow falling on them was his Dark Mark, which tormented him with baking pain from time to time or gave him nightmares. Today he felt the pain too, but he sensed that it was still a vendetta on Bellatrix's part, but he knew that after Delphi had taken the potion with his and Narcissa's blood added, the transformation that had taken place in the girl was final and that Voldemort and Bella would not get the child back. Now Delphi was a Malfoy and nothing in the world would be able to change that.

"Mine. Only mine." Lucius whispered after which he himself lay down to sleep, whether he would have nightmares or not.

The brilliant lights of London illuminated the half construed penthouse. Filling the empty concrete and wall less floor with light. Voldemort stood looking out the great window. Scanning across the vast city. Disdainful for the loud noise barely muted by the building insulation.

“Well?” Voldemort said, not bothering to turn round.

The figure joining him steps forward. His face was sun kissed but the cheekbones were fine. Befitting for someone less slimy. Better for the social parlors, not the underworld.

“What did you find, Jae Kim?”

“Not much.” Jae said, pulling out a hand rolled cigarette. Lighting it with the tip of his wand. Taking a deep drag as if calming himself.

Beneath the scent of smoldering clovers Voldemort could smell old blood. Covered by the sterile smell of healing gel and herbs. Jae blows out a cloud above his own head. Leaning most of his weight on one leg.

“Not when Snape caught on that I was asking questions.” Jae said, “Chase after me a good bit. Not the first time nor the last.”

So Severus Snape was a traitor now? 

“So what have you brought me?” 

“Only a name. One that’s not public actually.” Jae frowned, “Malfoy. Delphini Malfoy.”

Jae shook his head. Eyes squinted, at the coin purse flying towards him. Catching it at the last moment. He gave the dark wizard a bow. Reframing from something less formal.

“A Malfoy?” Voldemort whispers, a sharp crack broke the silence.

“Yeah.” Jae took one last drag before flicking his smoke across the empty floor. It’s amber light catching the crack branching out in the window in front of Voldemort.

Jae takes his leave. Richer for it.Leaving The Dark Lord to his own thoughts. Knowing the war games were none of his business. One lived long enough to remain ignorant.

Voldemort's gaze remains fixed out across the city, barely seen much  beyond the rippling window. The glass pane looked ready to crumble.No. The girl is mine. His nails pierced his palm, balling up into a fist. She’ll come to me. In time.

#Stolen child verse #YOU!! #ic: SEE IF I KIDNAPPED A CHILD FROM THEIR PARENTS I WOULD BE THE MONSTER!!! #ic: Bellatrix is bedridden from depression #//Can't remember where we left off so I am starting from scrate.