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msterregular · 1 year

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includes: humiliation, cheating, oral, homophobic and crass language, lowercase letters because I can’t be bothered to click shift every now and again, non-consensual and rough bj, unrealistic depiction of weddings

it was his sister’s wedding day, and he should’ve been happy. it should’ve been a truly joyous day and for everybody else, it was. colton wasn’t glad in the smallest amount.

he and his sister were small town folk from deep south carolina, as was half of the people in attendance, so for a big city man to force his way into her life and then end up manipulating her into somehow marrying him... it was a terrible thing. his ma and dad never listened to him when he voiced his concerns, he was told off for being rude, for being inconsiderate to his sister’s choices.

as if she could make choices for herself, anyway. the idea made colton want to snort with laughter, as his baby sister could do nothing for herself, especially not at the fresh age of nineteen.

about an hour before the ceremony, colton knocked on james’ door. it wasn’t a polite knock by any means. in fact, if his ma was here, she would’ve told him off for his unclothed behavior.

she wasn’t here, though, so colton continued to behave like he did.

finally (and fucking finally, it took ten whole minutes before he even heard footsteps), the door was opened, slowly, carefully, as though james was expecting some crackhead to force his way in.

“oh,” he murmured, his annoying detroit accent clear as day. “it’s just you.”

it was clear that james had just gotten out from the shower, telling by his damp hair, his wet skin and, well, the fact that the only article of covering he had was a towel around his waist.

“yeah,” colton allowed the bitterness to ring in his voice. “it’s me.”

james’ black hair was swept over his ocean-blue eyes, which narrowed so very slightly at the sight of colton. his face held a youthful, lively look to it, but his jaw was strong, hard, even... just as the rest of his body was.

colton’s gaze trailed a bit downwards before he recalled why exactly he was there. “you’re not gonna marry my sister,” he said, crossing his arms as he walked inside james’ apartment room. he could see the sheets of the bed had been rustled, a complete mess, and he prayed to god that this wrongun hadn’t taken his sister’s purity yet.

from the heavy silence that ensued, colton guessed that he’d been stunned into quietness (for once) and for the most part, he was correct. james truly did look baffled but unluckily, he didn’t shut up for long.

“what, because i’m from the ‘nawrth’ or somethin’?”

colton’s scowl deepened. james always bothered him about his accent when his family wasn’t present. it was, perhaps, a bit strong, one could think, but it wasn’t fair grounds to make fun of him for... not that colton was sensitive about it or anything...

“you’re a dick,” colton said. “and probably gay.” he could sense it, sense that this man wasn’t good for his sister in the slightest of ways, sense that he was a terrible, terrible person who already turned his family against him and needed to get out of his life asap. “you won’t hurt my sister or my family on my watch.”

james watched him slowly, unimpressed by his reasons.

“look,” james started, taking a step back. “she’s getting married to me today. you can’t do anything to stop that.”

“i’ll object,” colton said, before he added smugly, his accent becoming stronger in his pride, “lilith won’t go through with it without my judgement and once i convince ‘er, she won’t be charmed by you anymore and seek better men.”

james looked at colton intensely, as if he checking on if he were serious or not. colton very much was, already devising a plan on how to get his sister safe and sound, away from this unwanted, undeserving suitor.

then, the other man made a swift, agile movement and colton was forced down, his honey-brown hair gripped to keep him in place. he let out a yelp, high-pitched and surprised.

“jam- james-” he sputtered, unused to any pain that was long-lasting. james’ towel fell to the ground, revealing his dick... which, although colton hadn’t seen many in his twenty-five years of life, was absurdly massive.

james pulled on his hair hard enough to make colton’s head hurt. tears brimmed his eyes, burning as he tried his best not to let them fall.

“suck it, colton,” james said, sounding hoarse. “and i’ll let you go.”

gagging on his cock, tears sliding down his face, as colton sucked on what was given so ungracefully to him. everything felt so hot to him all of a sudden, as if he’d be infected with a fever, sick in all ways that mattered.

indeed, everything was blurry, like he was suffering the effects of a terrible illness... yet it didn’t feel too bad. it made him feel hot, as though he was burning, completely on fire, sure, but not... bad...

kinda good.

subconsciously, he rested his hand against his crotch, rubbing slowly without a second thought. he’d never been described as a thinker by anybody ever in his life but right now, it seemed like his brain was melting and he was beginning to accept the dick in his mouth as something natural, something good that he needed in order to survive.

“hnngh...” little noises rose in his throat. his eyes watered, reddened lips bruising. james yanked his hair, forcing him to take even more of his cock. colton snapped back into reality-

this northern pansy of a man was making him perform sex acts as a means to silence him.

colton shook his head, his tongue swirling around in his mouth as he thought about how terrible this all was, especially when he heard james moan breathlessly from above, pulling out as he came all over the place without even a care in the world.

colton could taste it, for god’s sake.

finally, once this whole affair was done and james’ grip on his hair was let go, he took a few moments to compose himself, barely being able to breath as he tried to understand what the hell just happened to him.

james waited those moments patiently before he began, uncaring to whether or not colton would be able to pull himself together for the wedding. he addressed him like he would a coworker with a tendency to report him to his stupid big city manager.

colton wiped his damp cheeks once more, biting his swollen lips, as he listened to james give him an order.

“now, you get out and not cause any problems,” he told him, barely even sparing him another glance as he took his towel. “this is a very important day for my lily, better not ruin it by telling her all about how you sucked off her future husband.”

bastard! bastard! BASTARD!

colton wiped the cum that slid down his chin and remained at the edges of his lips angrily. as if he was the one causing any problems, when he was just forced to-

he stood up shakily, disorientated and upset. if he could, he would’ve decked him, destroy his clear skin and paint it black and purple, but as he was currently suffering from the aftershocks of being in contact with another man’s dick, he was, unfortunately, unable to.

“i won’t tell her,” he mumbled, trying to put some type of threatening edge to his breathless voice, “but this ain’t over, faggot.”

james didn’t pay him any mind. “i’d hope not,” james replied, just a hint og amusement in his tone, “...our kids are gona need an uncle...” as colton stalked off, heart racing an uncomfortable amount as he thought of his beloved, innocent baby sister and this freak having children together.

just before he left, he heard james call from behind, sounding unbothered and casual, “it was good seeing you, brother-in-law.”

about thirty more minutes later and the possibility of becoming this asshole’s brother-in-law was about to become real.

colton was seated in the very front, between his parents and his grandmother. the ceremony went by without a hitch. it would become the blurriest memory colton’s ever had, hearing claps and chuckles and words that blended together as he ignored every last one of his thoughts, which was wandered back to what happened earlier.

until the moment hit, where his little sister would be pronounced a wife.

this was the moment that would change everything in his sister’s life, the one moment every woman colton talked about with shining eyes, the moment that would never be forgotten.

his sister’s face split into a wide grin. she was truly a beautiful woman, a woman who deserved care, a woman who was agreeing to become the wife to this gay fag who didn’t deserve her in the slightest.

“do you take this man to be your lawfully-wedded husband?” the pastor asked. He was given his answer within a second.

“I do, I do!” she exclaimed happily with a childish glee to it, before she shut her mouth abruptly, a dusty pink spreading to her chubby cheeks. in that moment, she changed from a grown woman who was about to make a life-changing choice to the little girl she once was, shy and blushing, stammering over her words as she patted down her skirt. his little sister. Light laughter ran through the crowd, which only heightened her embarrassment.

he could see her mouth ‘oh, my’ like she always did when she found herself in awkward situations. lilith’s blue eyes scanned the crowd before she found him, expression so clearly asking for a quick comfort from her elder brother.

despite everything, he gave it: the most encouraging smile he could manage, a nod of approval. he tried his damn hardest to emulate pride that every older brother should feel when their little sibling gets married off to a good partner.

she collected herself, taking a deep breath and turning away. colton felt a burst of pride wash over him, just from seeing how mature she was behaving, how she learned how to deal with her troubles.

that, however, went away as soon as the pastor addressed the man.

“do you take this woman to be your lawfully-wedded wife?” he asked, eyes twinkling, as if already knowing the answer.

“I do,” the bastard spoke, his smile bright and cheery, full of love. his voice made colton feel sick to his stomach, a fluttery feeling erupting in his heart, disrupting his thoughts on how horribly sick this man is and how he needs to pretend to be happy for her.

so, colton ignored what he was feeling and focused on the hems of his sister’s vintage dress, which was passed down from generation to generation, handled carefully for the perfect moment where when the woman met the man of her dreams and when they’d finally tie the knot, she’d look just as her ancestors intended, as fragile as a flower, delicate and pretty and gentle.

“are there any objections in the crowd?” the pastor pleaded, loud and beckoning, a man of god, a good man who was blissfully unaware of the fact that this all was so, so wrong.

colton couldn’t speak up. he just shrank in his seat, remembering the heat from before, remembering the aftertaste of salt in his mouth, and the protruding thought of how warm, how sinfully nice, cock was.

just before the newly wedded couple kissed, james paused, seeming to look around, if only for just a minute or two, and finally, his gaze fell on colton, who was staring blankly, not really hearing much but the hushed voices behind him and his unsteady, rapid heartbeat, and then,

he smirked.

#smut #southern humiliation #tw noncon #this ones more story-based than sexy #gotta work on holding back the story lmao

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ohwowimlonley · 2 years

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what THE. EVEN THOUGH I DON'T PUT THAT MUCH, I STILL PUT MILK. OF COURSE I WILL

SHES A FUCKIN WRONGUN

#•megs ask box•

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ispybluesky · 2 years

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german detective named greatl unch, written by obviously someone who has no german knowledge, lives in london, adores frog legs and is always complaining about how restaurants get them wrong, xenophobic to everyone who isn't from the Right Part of europe (hates italy), cantankerous and brusque but secretly kind to widows children and animals, in his 40s-60s, people always hear his name and think he's a lady detective, has a handsome 20s-30s younger brother who's a Wrongun and always getting into petty stuff like confidence schemes, mild fraud, petty theft, etc, unch is the oldest but their sister (martha) inherited because she was the favorite and she's always despairing of her two brothers to get Real Jobs, the police and detectives who work with him are always like 'old unch has a hunch!', his gimmick is that he has a perfect photographic memory, instead of being written from the pov of a bumbling sidekick its written from the pov of his enthusiastic teen niece (daughter of the sister) (her name is hannah but obviously everyone calls her hansel), first several novels are written epistolary style as letters from hansel to her school friends because she spends lots of holidays with her uncle,

#elise lives a life of excitement and intrigue #saw a billboard saying GREATL UNCH on the bus ride told katie 'thats the name of my german detective poirot equivalent' the rest was histor #y #theres always 1 or 2 mysteries where unch tries to get the evidence to prove It Was The Foreigner Who Did It but it always is someone else #and hes like dammit

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gaytubboswag · 4 months

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hello im gaytubboswag

hiii this is the systems dsmp blog. overall youre free to call us albedo!

alter bios:

tub/tubbo; they/bee/he; ceo and cofounder of gaytubboswag; #tub said

clem/toms/tommy; she/he/they; sysytem sillyyy big guy except i am not a guy; #clems time

nick; he/they; csap alter thats back bitch, other cofounderof gaytubboswag; #nick says

i block any supporters of various ccs that are wronguns

my main is @tartbedo

#rb art #rb #rb analysis #rb clips #rb writing #rb edits #the queue

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chilwcll · 11 months

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Nah if you are blaming him anon you are a wrongun. How was he to know she was another level of mental.

yeah 😀

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waglifeornolife · 11 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/waglifeornolife/718207734670114816/httpswwwtumblrcomwaglifeornolife718207240530

I think from what it says she was making collages of him with men and women and saying he’s bi/gay or something like that

wrongun

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stonesynumber5 · 1 year

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yeah lol there’s pap pics of her arriving at the airport this morning with the other wags to fly out. you’re not allowed to fly near the end so she’s definitely not due in december like they said

didn’t meet up with the other wags tho did she 😏

could you imagine she’s not pregnant at all and she’s just made it up to get attention for her fucking brand. what a wrongun

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johnsbookshelf · 2 years

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📚 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗪 📚 𝗔 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥 by Shalini Boland ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ I'm so thrilled to share my thoughts about A Perfect Stranger as part of the book tour hosted by Love Books Tours. Thank you for my spot on the tour, and for the advance copy of the book in exchange for an honest review. 𝗠𝗬 𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗪 I was chomping at the bit to read this book because anything from Shalini Boland will be epic. A Perfect Stranger was filled with suspense, twists and turns to throw me off track repeatedly, and plenty of tension. I felt myself automatically turning the pages (flicking my kindle screen) as the author racked up the tension to THAT ending. Brilliant. The story is told from the perspectives of Emily and Dani. Two very different women, who don’t even like each other. I liked Emily but couldn’t warm to Dani. I simply could not shake the feeling that Aiden was a wrongun from the outset and that meant I couldn't connect with the character, so empathy escaped me. Overall, this was a thrilling read, which kept me up way too late. Would I recommend this book? In a heartbeat! I gave A Perfect Stranger, by Shalini Boland, five stars, and I can’t wait to see what she comes up with next. #ad #gifted #aperfectstranger #shaliniboland #bookouture #thriller #booklover #bookstagrammers #johnsbookshelf #bookstabloggers #bookreader #blogtour #bookstagram #bibliophile #bookshelf #bookaddict #igreads #bookblog #readabook #johnsbookshelfblogs #bookaholic #fortheloveofbooks #goodreadschallenge2022 #bookpost #blogpost #johnsbookshelfreviews #johnsbookshelf #honestreviewsonly (at Southampton, England, U.K.) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf9_nJ5rXKL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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gembroni · 3 years

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dnd stuff!!! morgan got sent to a different plane and is finding intuitive ways to be horrible in Definitely Not Greece

#she's a wrongun #thassa pls hit it #fish mommy #art #dnd #morgan #eun'jae

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hops-hunny · 3 years

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What’s in a Name?

Pairing: Blaise Zabini x Chubby!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.6k

Request: N/A

Summary: When two beautiful people fall in love, everything can go right. Or, the one where Blaise gets the girl of his dreams.

Warnings: None?? Mentions of past self hate, positive use of the word fat.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this. Enjoy!

Fat. It was a word (Y/n) had thrown at her from a young age but had grown to become neutral with as she got older. See, the (y/h/h) was fortunate enough to grow up in a household with her dear aunt Marlene who brought her up on the principle that ‘fat and ugly were not synonymous’ which she found herself quite fortunate of. You see, Marlene herself was an extravagant woman. She never stepped out of the house unless she was runway ready, long acrylic nails, hair curled in the prettiest of waves, and a face of makeup that could put anyone to shame. Marlene found her niece to be reminiscent of herself when she was younger. But, she also knew no matter the great example she showed her and the encouragement she’d give her, the world around her would affect the way she viewed herself until she reached a certain age.

However luckily for (Y/n), that age was when she hit the ripe age of 14. She was sick of it. Sick of feeling like a prisoner of her own body. Sick of hiding from mirrors, sick of wearing clothes that fit her like potato sacks just to hide the figure that she was naturally born with. Why should she have to feel bad because the world wasn’t ready to accept her for who she was? Why should she have to hide away due to a bit of extra weight and fat? So, after a long night of crying she decided from that day forward she would do her absolute best to at least accept her body for what it was. She didn’t wanna skip meals anymore just to make everyone around her comfortable. She didn’t want to avoid clothes that made her figure less of a figure. She wanted to live and be free in the body she was currently in.

If she could go back to where she was when she was 14, she’d tell herself she had exceeded that limitation. She was far beyond just accepting herself for who she was, she loved who she was. (Y/n) found herself falling in love with a new thing about herself every time she found herself blessed with the fortune of time to look in a mirror. Whether it was the way the rolls of her back reminded her of the ocean or the bumps and lumps around her hip area that were reminiscent of clouds, she loved every bit of herself. Even though it took her time to get there, she didn't regret it one bit.

Her confidence and demeanor attracted a lot of positive attention wherever she went. Her friends adored her and so did many other people around the castle! There was always a few wronguns here and there but that goes without saying. Even if you change your outlook on life, in a society where fat is a sin there will always be your self proclaimed saints. The more popular opinion shared throughout the castle though was ‘if she could find love in herself, why shouldn’t I be able to as well?’. Although it’s hard for one girl to change the world, she came quite close to it, always offering a shoulder to anyone in need and a helpful word of advice to anyone on the path of self acceptance and love.

There was one person who noticed her much more than that. Some would say it was a crush but no, it went quite deeper than that. He found himself being absolutely enamored by her. Her confidence, her positivity, her ever radiant beauty. All those things he found to be addicting, entrancing. Never had he come across a woman of any sorts who was so sure of herself, so proud to be in the skin she was born in. (Y/n) knew who she was and honestly? It was fucking hot. Blaise Zabini wasn’t one to make wild claims which is why when he thought about how he felt, he was very sure of the feeling. He absolutely adored the goddess that was (Y/n) (L/n). So why was it so hard to say it to her?

The way she made him feel had him in a whirlwind of emotions. A lot of the times, he was infuriated. Not by the way she made him feel, but the way she made him act. Blaise was always a hit with women from all houses around hogwarts. Why wouldn’t he be? When you’re a tall, dark, and handsome man with oodles of charismatic charm and yes, a fat load of cash, who wouldn’t wanna be yours? He could have any woman he wanted wrapped around his finger before he even opened his mouth. But around her, around her? His mouth would close as soon as it opened. He’d feel a rush of heat move to his face and his ears would start ringing. What was this feeling? This feeling that made him act so idiotic. This feeling that had him awake late at night, wondering what it would be like if he only said-

“Hi.” his head snapped up at the sound of a familiar warm voice. The same voice that made his heart race wildly, the same voice that made him act like one of those stupid fucking Hufflepuffs. All nerves and scurrying to find something, anything to say. There she was right in front of him, looking uncharacteristically shy. She had her arms behind her back one hand gripping at her other wrist as she looked up at him through thick lashes. “Have I wronged you in any way?”

“Hm?” he hummed out, still dazed as he looked down at her with a soft look present on his face. He cleared his throat slightly, pulling at the collar of his shirt that was suddenly too tight. Too constricting, too-

“Have I wronged you? I always see you staring at me quite a bit.” she repeated, gaining her confidence back some. God was he always this bloody gorgeous? Well, to her he was. She had her eye on him ever since she’d ran into him on the train back in first year. “I know I’m quite pretty, but I don’t think your girlfriend would appreciate that. No?” she questioned, taking a step closer to him. She felt her hands grow sweaty at the smell of his aftershave, a sharp smell in comparison to her own strawberry body mist.

Was she flirting with him? He couldn’t tell. Why couldn’t he tell? He always could tell. Many upon many times he found himself rejecting women before they could even get the chance to confess how they felt. So why now, why with her could he not? Was this- was this nerves? “My girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate that. I-I mean I don’t have a girlfriend!” he stumbled out, cursing under his breath slightly. He felt himself grow quite warm as he heard her giggle. He looked up at the sound once more wishing he hadn’t. She looked radiant in the glow of the late evening sun. Her round cheeks prominent as her face turned up in a smile before she quirked a brow at him.

“Ah I see then. You don’t have a girlfriend but you were staring?” she questioned, feeling a bit guilty about how she was enjoying the usually calm and collected boy lose his composure. His face fell straight before processing what she said. (Y/n) could see a whirlwind of emotions happen behind his eyes in such a short period of time. ‘Isn’t it funny that only a few years prior this would have been me? I can’t wait to tell Rose-Marie about this later.’

“I-I.. you know what? Yeah I do stare at you quite a bit. More often than not, I find myself staring at you.” he closed the distance between them, her soft frame pressing against his tone one. He lifted two of his fingers up to her chin, lifting her head softly. “How could I not? You’re an absolute work of art. Only the most worthy of men should be able to gaze at such a rare beauty and I find myself to be very worthy.” he whispered softly, his dark umber eyes staring into the (h/c) haired girl’s (e/c) ones.

It */was crazy how with such few words, he could make her feel so breathless, so woozy. Was she awake right now? The moment she had been waiting for since first year was currently right in front of her. The years spent dreaming, pining from a distance all gone in a few words. She smiled up at him, placing a soft hand on the man’s toned chest. Even through his clothes she could feel that he had a nice build to him. “I suppose you’re worthy. I mean look at us, we’re both beautiful. Imagine the gallery of art we’d be together.” she said, confident in her words as she bat her eyelashes. (Y/n) would be damned if she was the only one left breathless and flustered after this exchange.

“Well, why imagine dear? I’ll be taking you to Hogsmeade this weekend.” He said, turning around as he began to walk off. She was stunned. Was this the infamous charm she had heard him having? As much as (Y/n) had heard about how charming and suave Blaise was, she had never heard of him asking anyone out for a date. Knowing this gave her her own boost of confidence.

“You will be? What makes you so sure I’ll be there?” Blaise froze, turning his head back at the girl’s teasing words. He smirked. She really was something else.

“Oh I know. I wasn’t the only one staring all this time, I saw you too.” he winked laughing some before turning around walking off. (Y/n) felt herself smiling some as she shook her head before her eyes widened.

“Wait, what am I gonna wear?!”

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There was exactly 30 minutes until Blaise was meant to arrive and (Y/n) was nowhere near ready yet. See, she had planned on being ready early, even going as far as to get up at the time she usually did for class. However, after an impromptu dance session in her underwear her luck had run out. She wasn’t completely unprepared though, her hair had been done the night before and her makeup not taking much time, the main cause of concern was her outfit.

The problem wasn’t a lack of clothes, it was quite the opposite. She had so many clothes that she had absolutely no idea of what to wear! She frustratedly slammed her fist on the pile of clothes in front of her letting out a few choice words. In a moment of defeat, she looked up at her empty wardrobe- wait a second. (Y/n) quickly scrambled to her wardrobe, slipping and sliding on the sea of clothes that lined the way before quickly yanking out the clothes covered hanger. On the hanger was a two piece set.

The top was a wisteria purple crop top with puffy short sleeves, the skirt the same exact shade with a ruffle hem. “This is perfect! Where did this come from?” she said, checking herself out in the mirror. The outfit clung to her plush body, every curve visible and apparent. The girl smiled, smoothing her hand over the outline of her stomach that was apparent through her skirt. Years ago she would’ve been bothered by the entire concept of the outfit but now the outline of her figure made her smile like an old friend. She quickly put on a pair of white chunky sneakers, accessorizing the outfit with a few necklaces and rings as well just in time to hear a knock on the door. She did another once over in the mirror before quickly running to the door pulling it open to reveal Blaise standing there. She felt her face grow warm at his appearance.

He wore a form fitting maroon sweatshirt that he had rolled up to his elbows, a pair of jeans that weren’t skinny but fit to his figure in the most flattering of ways, and a pair of expensive shoes from some brand she couldn’t even begin to try and pronounce. In his hands were a bouquet of flowers composed of forget me nots, baby’s breath, and daisies. Blaise was in awe. He had seen her outside of her uniform a plethora of times but knowing that she had dressed up so nicely just to go on a date with him made his heart soar. “Wow, you look breathtaking. Look at you!” he hyped her up, grabbing her hand. He held their entwined fingers above their heads, signaling for her to spin around. “Lovely, absolutely divine. I can’t believe I’m going on a date with a deity.” he said, smile growing more as (Y/n) grew shyer.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Zabini. You look great, maroon is definitely your color.” she gushed, closing the door to her room. She looked down at their still entwined fingers, squeezing his large calloused hand with her small chubby one before bringing her gaze up to his face. Unsurprisingly, he was already looking at her.

“Thank you, dove. Let’s get going shall we? I’ve got a ton I wanna do with you and such a short amount of time. Let’s get to it, shall we?”

“We shall.”

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The first place they arrived at was a building she had seen many times during her visits to Hogsmeade but had never been in. It was an old brick building with a paintbrush on an old rusty sign above it.

“An art store?” she questioned, looking up at him confused but not against his choice. They both walked in, a sound of a bell dinging as they did so. She looked around in awe at the abundance of supplies. The store was sort of stuffy and crowded but that was a part of its charm. Blaise scratched at the back of his neck nervously as he watched her roam around.

“Yeah I don’t know if I mentioned it before but I enjoy doing art in my freetime. I thought I’d take you to one of my favorite places first.” He said, walking up behind her as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “A-and well, everytime I imagined going on a date with you, I always pictured the two of us showing each other our favorite hidden gems. We can leave if you wa-”

“That won’t be necessary. This is really cool and I’ve always wanted to learn more about art! I’m more of a reader and writer myself.” she said, grabbing his hand. Blaise let out a huge breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in in the first place before dragging her off in the direction of his favorite brand of oil paints. The two walked hand in hand, exploring his favorite parts of the store. When he’d see something he used himself or was familiar with, he’d explain it to her, rambling off about it excitedly.

Blaise wasn’t normally the type of guy to speak many words but being around (Y/n) brought out that side of him. It wasn’t that his friends were bad per say, they just weren’t very fond of listening to things that didn’t pertain to them which he was more than fine with. However, it was nice having an outlet to share his interest for once. He loved that she would ask questions about things and even let him talk about his own work. Most girls he talked to never really cared to listen to what he had to say, often spending more time kissing him breathless than listening to the words that flew from his lips. But (Y/n) was very attentive, listening to everything he had to say, eyes full of the same excitement he held.

“Alright, I think I’ve bought everything I’ve needed from here. Your pick, where do you wanna go?” he questioned, grabbing the girl’s hand again as they walked out of the small art store. He offered the old man behind a small smile before turning his attention back to his date. (Y/n) thought about it, humming as she tried to figure out before her eyes lit up.

“I have the perfect place! Come on Blaise, you’re gonna love it.” she exclaimed before taking off down the street, dragging him along with her. He smiled fondly at her letting her lead the way.

“This something I could get used to.” he muttered, trying his best to keep up with her pace.

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About 10 minutes later, they arrived in front of what looked to be a bookstore. Blaise looked around, swiping his fingers across the dusty books. “Welcome to the place where I spend most of my time when coming to Hogsmeade. It may look like just a bookstore but you’ll see why it's not in just a minute.” she said. Blaise watched as the girl got on her hands and knees and began to crawl making a ‘spspsps’ noise. He was confused, rightfully so but he didn’t question her actions. All of a sudden, a floof of white fur came crawling over to the girl purring as she scratched behind its ears.

“It’s a cat bookstore! How cool is that? There’s a bunch of these little guys just running around here.” she said, standing up with the kitten in her hands. Blaise’s heart beat wildly at the sight. She looked too cute with the kitten in her hand, holding it gently against her soft chest. He was brought from his thoughts as he felt something brush against his leg. He had to stop himself from losing it at the sight of the little calico cat brushing against his leg.

“Hi there little guy.” he cooed softly, reaching a hand down to pet the cat’s head. The cat jumped up to meet his hand before it could land, nuzzling its fuzzy little head against the boy's head as he purred loudly.

“That’s not the only thing. They also carry some muggle literature too! Don’t tell anyone though, it’s a secret.” she said, placing the kitten down as she began to browse the books on the old wooden shelves.

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” he promised, eyes never leaving her curvy figure. She looked right at home in the book store, reading the titles like they were old friends. “I’m a bit of a muggle literature fan myself. Ever heard of Shakespear?” he asked. (Y/n) looked at him with wide eyes before nodding. She would’ve never expected that from the man, knowing how against all things muggle related purebloods slytherins were. He walked over to her tilting her head up as he looked into her eyes. “ What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.” he whispered, dragging his thumb along her bottom lip. Her breath hitched slightly as she began to scowl as he walked off laughing some.

“Jerk! That was not funny.” she said, punching him in the arm as she glared up at him.

“Wasn’t supposed to be, love. You just look too cute when you’re nervous!”

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It had been a few weeks since their date and (Y/n) was starting to grow nervous. She and Blaise hadn’t been on another one and it confused her deeply. She had an amazing time on their date, in fact it had been the best one she had ever been on! Did he not feel the same? Maybe he had commitment issues? It couldn’t have been her. No, she had done everything right. She spoke well mannered, bantered back and forth with him, and she looked bloody amazing.

She sighed, opening the door to her dorm. It had been a long week. She threw off her robes before turning to her dresser before gasping. On top of the dresser laid a huge painting surrounded in a beautiful antique golden frame. She hesitantly walked over to it, brushing her fingers along it before looking at the note attached. Opening the wax sealed envelope she began reading the note out loud.

“My dearest rose, how are you? I apologize deeply for my lack of presence. Not being near you for so long deeply hurt me so but it was not in vain. You see, after spending such a lovely time with you that day, I felt extremely inspired. Your beauty deserves to be captured in something far more grand than a simple photograph so I painted you this. I hope to see you soon. To my greatest muse, Blaise Zabini.” she smiled as she read the words, goosebumps going up her arms. Blaise was indeed a talented artist. In photo realistic detail was a large painting of her smiling with the white kitten from before in her hands. She was lost for words. Never had someone done something so amazing for her. “Do I really look this beautiful? Is this how he sees me?” she asked no one in particular.

“It is and you are. You’re absolutely gorgeous.” she jumped at the sound of the deep voice. Turning her head she saw the man she had been thinking of for weeks. Slowly she walked over to him, smiling before wrapping her arms around him hugging him tightly. Blaise froze for a bit, not used to receiving such gentle forms of affection. He pulled back before placing a soft peck on her lips.

“Let me take you out again tomorrow, yeah?” he asked her in a soft tone. She simply nodded before standing on her tiptoes initiating another lovely kiss. Blaise wrapped his arms around her soft waist, bringing her closer to him.

“I really am one lucky bloke.”

#blaise zabini #blaise x reader #blaise x y/n #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini x you #blaise zabini x y/n #harry potter imagine #harry potter imagines #plus size reader #chubby reader

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tmmyrp · 2 years

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i bet you dont care so much that you forget ranboo exists sometimes just to prove you dont care. anyways why do you feel left out if you dont care about ranboo

I SIMPLY MISS MY BEST FRIEND TUBBO IS ALL NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT THAT LANKY FUCKER. SHES A WRONGUN. THEY LOOKED AT ME ONE DAY WHEN WE WERE ALL WATCHING KITCHEN NIGHTMARES ON TUBBOS TV AND ASKED WHY THEY NEEDED TO COOK THE RAW CHICKEN AND SO I TRIED TO SLUG HER IN FEAR BUT TUBBO GRABBED MY ARM AND I WAS RENDERED USELESS BECAUSE SHES A FUCKING ROMAN WARRIOR OR SOMETHING.

BUT ANYWAYS WHO THE FUCK THINKS ITS OKAY TO EAT RAW CHICKEN THATS FUCKED UP THEYRE SO WEIRD AND SO THUS I DONT CARE.

#mailbox #anonymous

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I feel like I'm nice. idc man I'm nice or atleast polite ok? I'm decent. but theres a difference between politeness, kindness, and bending over backwards. her power causes her pain? youd expect for her to atleast take breaks. nope. she runs off goodwill ig (and cocaine but we dont talk about that.) the later chapters after her husband nearly gets killed.. she decides to ask for an apology. BRO UR HUSBAND IS LITERALLY STABBED IN THE CHEST AND UR LIKE GIVE ME AN APOLOGY?! and worse of all shes like: 😵😵 omg that apology wasnt even genuine!! BRO RUSH UR HUSBAND TO THE ER HES DYING. she is way too stupid even I feel like I have some kind of modicum of intelligence and I cant even remember the thing I did a minute ago. literally if I saw her irl I would punch the crap out of her. like sit on her stomach and punch the living crap out of her. does it hurt now?? (my anger issues are coming out to play because shes that terrible. idk man like she just gives me wrongun feelings.)

I know, it's insane, but I'm actually pretty nice to my friends too (minus my only cis guy friend, who i fucking torch all the time. This man's self esteem is being murdered every moment he's around me. How is he still my friend? Love him <333333) anyways, being nice needs to have limits. And the limit is self respect, like fucking hell man.

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chandelier-s-notebook · 3 years

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Doodlewash April 2021 prompt 8: Woodpecker

Facts about woodpecker behaviours

They live solitary lives

Highly antisocial species that are aggressive towards their own kind

But some of them still live in groups

Will defend their food stash, drive away others, return frequently

Aggressive behaviours include bill-pointing and jabbing, head shaking, wing flicking, chasing, drumming and vocalisations.

Morse code like territorial drumming

Also, just for clarification 93-10-01 = Tommy 83-11-03 = Hannahxxrose 27-10-01 = Sammygreen 93-08-02 = CupToast/Crumb 12-11-04 = TimeDeo 09-10-01 = Purpled

CW: Child Fighting Ring (nothing gore-y), food (<-- for those that want that warning)

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After being kidnapped on his walk from Tubbo and the Sweet Shoppe and Bakery in District 87 to his and Ranboo’s place in District 93, he was taken into the back of a van that already had four children inside.

Before getting into the van, the two men that took him tried to take the cupcakes. Tommy did not take kindly to this. He might have bite one of the guy’s arms and kicked the other in the groin.

That was when the driver came out of the van and held Tommy harshly into his chest. Tommy was shouting about the cupcakes still. He ripped himself out of the man’s arms and stood protectively a few feet away.

“You gonna run kid?”

Tommy mutely shock his head. “That guy has a gun.”

“You bit my arm fucker!”

“You tried to take my cupcake!”

The drive sent him an incredulous look. “We’re trying to take you?”

“Yeah? Well I can control the safety of my fucker cupcakes dick.”

The man with the gun pulled it out.

“Please don’t shoot me over a cupcake.”

“Get in the van kid.”

“Please open the door.”

The driver opened the back door and Tommy steps inside. He notices another four kids on the van floor. Tommy sits down and curls up as the door closes behind him.

The car jerks forward, and Tommy splits his cupcake between the four others. He didn’t think he’d be eating one anytime soon, but he knew he should probably make nice with others.

- - -

They arrived at the cite and the children were taken out of the can and into a room. With Tommy there, the other kids followed this confident ten year old into the den. Tommy was a little sad to see them so trusting, but if he had learned anything from his two years on the streets of District 93, and others, it was to comply with the wronguns.

The men took any belongings the children still had on them and gave them serial numbers. District-Age-Number, Tommy became 93-10-01.

The girl with roses on her shirt became 83-11-03. The boy with a green fringe became 27-10-01. The girl with her cat face fingerless gloves taken away became 93-08-02. And the boy with a knitted Christmas sweater became 12-11-04.

Once they were given bead bracelets with their identification, the five children were taken to what amounted to a boxing ring.

93-08-02 took a step behind Tommy, trying to hide in his shadow.

All five of them were taken into the boxing ring one at a time. They were up against kids their ages from different districts.

93-08-02 was in tatters. It was as if everything was catching up to her and she was not doing well. Tommy didn’t manage to watch 83-11-03, 27-10-01, and 12-11-04 fight while the kidnappers assessed their skill; the criminals weren’t going to make their fighting kids fight someone way above their skill level. Tommy spent that time calming 93-08-02.

Then the men came for Tommy. “93-10-01. It’s your turn.”

Tommy looked around. He couldn’t see 83-11-03, 27-10-01, or 12-11-04. He assumed that they had been taken away. Tommy saw a group of kids his age and older, as well as another group of younger children.

“Think Crumb could go first?”

The man gave him a blank stare.

Tommy grasped her wrist can read her bracelet. “Could 93-08-02 go first? I think she’d like it if someone she knew was in the crowd.”

The man gave him a cold stare.

“Please?”

The man roughly grabbed 93-08-02 by the arm. She shrieked and looked to Tommy with wide eyes.

Tommy reminded himself that it was better for everyone if they complied and didn’t cause trouble. He gave her a tight smile. Another woman pushed Tommy to the edge of the boxing ring.

Tommy tries to keep his face neutral, but can’t stop the winces. He watches 93-08-02 Crumb try to fight. She couldn’t really fight, but didn’t get completely beat up.

The man from earlier then took Crumb away. She screamed and shouted and wanted to stay with someone she had started to trust.

One of the other kids that Crumb fought grabbed her by the shoulders and told her to calm down. Crumb took a deep breath and waved to Tommy goodbye, slightly more content that someone her age was around.

Tommy stepped into the ring. He was forced to fight the kid, he dodged and weaved and escaped the other kid. Tommy was stupidly tall so he had the reach advantage. He managed to kick and punch were it hurt the other kid in order to win.

Tommy was unscathed, and the people kept dumping other kids on him. Tommy kept dodging as the kids dumped got more feral and desperate to win. Then the woman told Tommy to get out of the ring.

The drive from earlier had a cupcake. He held it out and Tommy snatched it. “Follow me.”

Tommy followed the dude to a cell down a hallway. The door was opened and Tommy entered without fuss.

The door closed behind him.

“What was with the cupcake?”

The man walked away.

- - -

Tommy had been there for a week. It was a tough, fucking terrible, week, but a week nonetheless.

He very quickly learnt that these people were using kidnapped children for an illegal fighting ring, where people bet money on who would win. Tommy spent to much time dodging that they started putting him in the ring with three to five other kids.

The kids were only allowed outside of their cells from an hour before their fights to an hour after. Tommy was allowed out of his cell more than others because Crumb refused to fight without him in the roof, and he was on kitchen duty. Tommy would help prepare food for the other prisoners children.

One day one of the ladies in charge of dishing out the food approached him with a tray of food, a key, and a cupcake. “Take this to room 322. Down the hall and to the left. You’ll have to hand feed the person in there.”

Tommy took the cupcake. He was definitely being bribed for something with cupcakes. “Okay.” Tommy took the tray and key, leaving the wrapper on the counter.

He walked down the hall to room 322. He entered the room and saw a blond kid his age chained to the wall will enough slack to move around. There was a cot with a nice pillow and a blanket.

“Hi.”

The kid whipped his head around to the sound. “Food?”

“Yeah.”

The kid gestured to his shackled hands. “Need someone to help me eat.”

“Oh. Yeah. Okay. You gonna hurt me?”

“And not eat?” the kid tried to joke.

Tommy sat down near the kid and twirled some spaghetti onto the fork. “I’m Tommy.”

“Purpled.”

Tommy pulled the fork away in surprise. “Purpled? Punz’s brother?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s why—“

“That’s why I’m in a separate room.”

“Gotcha gotcha. Better set up than what I’ve got. You even have a blanket!”

“What do you have?”

“A cage and a concrete floor.”

“Ouch.”

“Eh.” Tommy finally gave Purpled a mouthful of food. “I’m sure it’d be worse for you than me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“People know Punz. He’s getting big at the Hero Academy.” Tommy scoffs. “Good on him. But y’know. District 9 kid. District 93 kid. Pretty sure you’ve had a bed for your whole like.”

“93?”

“Yeah? What of it bitch boy. You got kidnapped just the same. And I’m sure you have better security than the nothing I got.”

“I’ve never met someone from below District 34.” He chewed on another bite of food. “Well. Sapnap patrols 43, but he grew up with my brother.”

“Well now you have.”

“Actually. I’ve met Eighty-Seven.”

“Eighty-Seven? You mean, someone from 87?”

“No. That’s what we call him, Eighty-Seven.”

“Why?”

“Well…”

“You guys are dicks.”

“He’s fine with it.”

“Is he?” Tommy gave him another bite. “Does he have a name?”

Purpled tilted his head and chewed thoughtfully. “Eret..?”

Tommy startled slightly. “Ok.” He gave Purpled another bite.

“You know him?”

Tommy thought about the vigilante he’d seen in District 87. Then remembered that Purpled was from District 9 and probably didn’t have good connotations with vigilantes. “Not really.” Tommy went to roll another bite when the stainless steel hit porcelain. “Well. That was nice. We’ll talk next time I get to feed you.”

Purpled sobered and looked at the floor, like he had just remember that he was being kept hostage.

Then there was a knock on the door. Tommy and Purpled both froze. The door opened. “Is 93-10-01 here?”

“Come on big man, use my name.”

Purpled winced at the jovial tone Tommy took to their captors.

Tommy seemed the faultier slightly under the harsher gazes of the men. “Ok. We’re done. Just chatting about how much nicer his room back home is. I’ve never had satin sheets.”

“Out.”

Tommy scurried out of the room. The man followed him all the way to the kitchen where he returned the tray. He was about to dip away back to his cell when he registered the cupcake on the counter. He looked to the man block the door with a questioning look.

The man gestured to the cupcake. He gave Tommy a have smirk when he grabbed the cupcake. “Don’t tell the others about “09-10-01 okay?”

“Okay.” Tommy took a bite of his cupcake. He polished it off and then the man moved from the door. “You have a fight with 12-11-04 this evening.”

Tommy’s stride stuttered. “Got it.”

#TommyInnit #Purpled #Cuptoast #Vigilante AU #DoodlewashApril2021

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