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Btw if you send anon hate on tumblr you’re the biggest loser in the world
not dnp related but dnp uhh adjacent funny enough my first ao3 work to ever reach 1000 kudos and 100 comments happens to be about pretty boys in skirts on a halloween party. is this my sign to finally write my first phanfic after being here for 10 years hmmm
🎀 phemboys always haunting the narrative 🎀
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He tugged on her long pony tail, hard enough that it made her head jerk back. He imagined doing that in bed, wrapping her long hair around his fist while he did unimaginable things to her.
The pretty girl spun on her heel, already ticked off by the relentless amounts of teasing and mocking Theo had been throwing at her that day. So, in a fit of rage she slapped him. Hard. In front of the whole school.
Theodores head snapped to the side at the force of the hit. He could feel his cheek stinging and he was sure it was turning red, his eyes were down cast and he lifted his hand to touch the sore spot.
"Fuck you, Nott." She spat, her own cheeks pink from the sudden adrenalin rush, but Theo didn't see it. He was too busy thinking about her skin on his.
She'd slapped him. Theodore Nott. She had slapped Theodore Nott who was notorious for not letting anyone get away with disrespecting him.
Around them everyone seemed to hold their breath. When Theo didn't respond the girl scoffed, rolled her eyes and walked away.
A smirk grew on Theos face, and something in his pants grew as well.
He'd liked that too much. The violence, the anger in her eyes. He knew he liked to tease and rile her up but he didn't think he liked it this much.
The Slytherin boy sauntered to his room, where he promptly scribbled out a note for the girl before sending it away.
The next morning, during breakfast in the great hall he watched for her reaction. Saw the way her cheeks reddened and a swallow worked it's way down her throat. Her eyes met his and he knew that the feeling was mutual.
Her eyes narrowed and he only smirked wider.
The things he'd do to that girl were endless.
Wrote a small follow up! HERE
I feel like John entwistle I did my make up for fun and wanted to show the girlies and I think I'm John entwistle as a woman
this is my inspiration pics + sketch thingy for human shadow. dont know when I'll be able to actually draw it properly but 😁👍
Hmmmm... maybe don't tell ur ex-girlfriend you have feelings for her when she has a new girlfriend. Just sayin.
god I miss friendships that went both ways
I wish I didn't feel like my friendship was a burden to everyone that I consider my best friends or even friends in general
I dont like thisssss....