#eyes stuck on Bex’s face

[klausysworld]

Sex with Rebekah head canon😋

Sex with Rebekah head cannons:

Rebekah is defo a switch in my eyes.

One day she’ll be on-top of you trying to see how far your legs can stretch while she grinds down on you and sucks purple marks into your neck

The next she’ll be squirming with your fingers deep inside her, girlish moans echoing through the mansion

Bekah is much more eager for long, time well spent fucking love making over a quick little interaction

She likes to have you all dressed up nicely to her liking, she loves to take you lingerie shopping, having you all pretty and fuckable

Of course she could never not wear something absolutely delicious. Always dressed in the finest lace showing her luscious curves

Her hips always swayed seductively when she walked, it was never clear if she was naturally so elegant or purposefully trying to entice you

When she lured you back to your bedroom she was always ready to pounce on you, pinning you beneath her and claiming your mouth enthusiastically

She loved to have you hump at her leg, she enjoyed the little noises you would make while you ride her beautifully thick thighs. She doesn’t even have to touch you to have you begging for her.

Occasionally she will beg for you too, especially if you’ve been teasing her.

Oh how easily she falls apart when you have you face between her thighs. She can’t help the loud cries and moans that leave her plump lips as your tongue curling inside her. Nails scratch at you scalp as she pulls at your hair.

Sometimes (with your consent) she’ll wake you up by having her talented tongue on your pretty clit, having you flutter your eyes open only to shut them again as you moan loudly and waves of pleasure crash through you

Rebekah is up for basically anything. Role playing? Sure, what do you have in mind?

Toys? Always.

Accessories? She’s always excited.

Bex wants you to be able to indulge in your every fantasy. She’s had 1000years to learn how to do everything, now she gets to show you how good she can be.

On the rare occasion she hasn’t tried something, she’s even more excited, rubbing her thighs together in anticipation as she waits for what’s to come.

She loves to give to you, she likes to know that she can make you feel better than anyone else and always wants to please you

That’s not to say she isn’t over the moon for you to have control over her though. Gosh the dirty things you’ll whisper to her while her hands are stuck above her head, her body struggling to contain itself.

Sometimes when one of you is especially needy in public she’ll have her hand wondering between your legs, urging you to open them so she can feel you.

A few times she would pull you hand to her, she’s been wearing dresses much more since being with you, always ready for your waiting fingers, buzzing in her seat for you.

Even her siblings know that you two are like breeding bunnies. The distaste is clear on Elijah’s face as he glances at the sofa knowing that you two had been there nearly the whole night before finally moving it upstairs as a very embarrassed Klaus accidentally walked in while he was going to get a drink.

Kol was quick to tease his sister and Freya couldn’t help her giggles seeing both your flushed faces.

[mypoisonedvine]

OMG OMG TWO OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS TOGETHER I CANT BREATHE!!! can i please req a dark eddie x shy innocent girlfriend reader who always keeps to herself and doesn’t talk to anyone (except eddie ofc) bc she has a stutter and has been bullied by jason but she doesn’t tell eddie because she’s afraid of what he’ll do but at lunch when she’s with him and his friends talking jason makes fun of her even making her cry and eddie just loses it! I LOVE YOU!!! srry for rambling😭😍🥰

WE'RE ALSO VERY EXCITED THAT WE'RE TOGETHER and we also can't breathe cause we keep laughing at stupid tiktoks lmaooo

just a heads up, I know you said dark eddie in the fic but it wasn't giving dark to me so I wrote it more traditional, I hope you don't mind. I was gonna have bex do this one but we realized it's a lot like their fic mighty protector so I decided to try my hand at it instead!

warnings: bullying, fluff, jason sucks

When you first transferred here, everyone just thought you were silent; that was what you wanted, actually, but it never lasted long enough. It was only a couple of weeks before you had to say something in front of them, and the longer you waited to speak, the more anxious you were to finally break the silence-- and anxiety was what made your stammer show up in the first place.

In those weeks of silence, Eddie had found a way to fall for you without getting to talk to you at all. Amazingly, even after you humiliated yourself in front of the entire English class and became the laughingstock of Hawkins High, he still asked you out; you rejected him the first time, actually, convinced it was a joke. Then, when you figured out it wasn't a joke, you rejected him again because you were too nervous to say yes.

Technically, you never said yes to that first date... he showed up at your house, with flowers and a blanket and a packed picnic basket, and you joined him on your own front lawn. And yes, he made you stammer-- and blush, and laugh. From that day on, you had a permanent seat at the Hellfire table at lunch, with Eddie's arm draped over your shoulders.

Of course, not every day could be perfection. There was still Jason.

"Hey, freaks," Jason greeted you all as he walked by, looking incredibly proud of that incredibly low-hanging fruit.

"Keep moving, shitstain," Dustin called back with a roll of his eyes.

"That's rich coming from you, freshman-- did you just get out of diapers or what?" Jason retorted.

For some reason, that really pissed you off, probably because you could remember being new here too. You knew you shouldn't say anything-- you hardly ever did, knowing what would happen if you opened your mouth-- but for once you wanted to speak up for something you cared about. Or, someone. You put all your concentration into the words on your tongue, clenching your fists and praying to any god that would listen to just. not. stutter.

"B-b-back off!" you blurted out. The whole table, and Jason's crew of jocks, went silent. Then, they started laughing.

Your face heated up and your eyes watered as you looked down. "Nice one, d-d-d-d-dork!" Jason imitated with a loud cackle. Dustin and Mike looked guilty, like it was somehow their fault; Eddie started to get up out of his seat at the table, but you squeezed his shoulder.

"D-don't," you whispered to Eddie. "He's j-j-just trying t-to get you in t-trouble. L...Lll--"

You were gonna say 'leave him alone', but 'L's were the hardest. You didn't stammer on this, specifically, but you got... stuck. And you hated it most of all, it made you feel like a complete lllllloser.

"Oh, look-- I bet she's whispering sweet nothings in his ear," Jason noticed you talking to your boyfriend, putting on a mocking impression with a high-pitched voice as he continued: "D-d-d-do me, Munson!"

A hand on his shoulder wasn't nearly enough to stop Eddie after that; he all but leapt out of his seat and pounced on Jason, taking him to the ground.

He got a few hits in, but it was only a few seconds before Jason's douche army was all over him; honestly, they would've probably really hurt him if there hadn't been teachers nearby to break it up.

The other thing about teachers being nearby, though, is that they saw Eddie technically 'start it.' Of course, they'd never give detention to a basketball star like Carver, and they were always looking for excuses to bust the stoner-slash-super-senior.

You tried to sweeten the deal, though, as repayment for him getting himself detention to defend your honor: you wrote him a note that you paid another delinquent to smuggle in to him.

Hey Ed,

I know I should say this to you in person, but I wanted it to be perfect, no stutters.

I love you.

~

Your heart was already racing as you waited for him to be released from detention; when you saw him burst through the front doors and come bounding towards you, you stood up from where you'd been sitting on the steps outside.

"My-- my poor b-boyfriend," you cooed as he wrapped you in a bear hug and kissed the top of your head.

"Didn't miss me too much while I was incarcerated, did you?" he smirked.

"D-d-desperately," you replied. "D-did you... get my note?"

He smiled. "Yeah."

You pouted a little, getting nervous. "D-do you have... anything to... say t-to it? I m-mean, what I said..."

"I won't respond to what you said until you say it," he insisted.

"Eddie!" you whined.

"C'mon, princess, loud and proud," he demanded.

"B-but I wanted it to be p-p-perfect!" you complained, your heart racing as you just knew you would mess it up if you tried to say it right to his face like this. Shutting your eyes, you took a deep breath; praying didn't work last time, so you just said it a thousand times in your head like you wanted it to come out: I love you Eddie, I love you Eddie, I love you-- "I llllllove you, Eddie."

You cringed as you heard your impediment come through, but then you softened when you felt Eddie's lips press to yours. Smiling into it, you wrapped your arms around his neck and embraced him. "Sounded perfect to me, princess," he whispered. "I love you, too."

[hanasnx]

you and i are always texting flirty shit that’s just part of our personality and then we get down to the actual fucking our senses of humor get ten times worse -> "you gunna shut me up with your dick or do you just love my shitty jokes that much?" Alternatively, "are we playing smash bros or are we smashin', bro?"

and ofc i’m trying to victory fuck that mouth, i’m on a winners high. and it’s even better when i’ve gotta work for it a little, wrestle you down and pin you, make sure you know i’m the best but you’re prolly playing me, letting me win or smthn so we can get down to business -> Bex just laying there, goading and smirking the whole time. "Alright, tough guy, you got me.." He just flips you over looking down. "You win, I get face fucked, thems the rules, handsome."

coworker!indy who gets led into that freezer by the collar of his shirt bcos he’s been teasing you all day for the sole purpose. -> kisses that are so hot and heavy their breaths visibly mingle. Steam rising of their skin and bex's thin shirt clings to the damp skin of his chest. The cool air making every bit of metal stuck in his face cold to the touch, teasing indy's skin with every mouthing kiss against his neck. Freezers muffle lots of sound and when he goes back to tending the bar, his eyes never leave Indy. Even with girls pressing their tits together for his attention as they lean on the counter, all he can think about is swallowing Indy's panting gasps as eagerly as he did oxygen.

and when you call me out for using your sibling as an excuse to see you i’m biting my lip waiting to kiss you -> sneaking a quick kiss, one that tugs his bottom lip and ruins his hair, leaving swollen lips and flushed cheeks in its wake.

I could go all night..

loved the “smashin bro” line

also i love neck kisses irl i go wild for them. if i’m out of the freezer with red marks from you making out w my pulse point i’ve got jizz in my pants 100% and ofc those girls are trying to get at you rn and ofc you’re thinking about me instead 💕

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

4."Come here you little gremlin" for the bex verse

It’s a rare day off for everyone so they decide to haul the crew to the beach. A local hidden gem of a beach that allows them some semblance of privacy.

Julie digs through the cooler to find a can of her favourite soda. She cracks it open as she reclines back in her chair, enjoying the sound of Bex giggling as she’s chased around by her dads and Luke. 

It goes suspiciously quiet as Julie sips at her soda. Just as she’s about to lower her sunglasses to look around to see what’s up, a stream of water hits her in the face. 

Julie sputters, setting her soda down and pulling off her sunglasses. She dries her face on a towel as the giggling starts back up beside her. 

“Bex! You little…” Julie cries playfully. She swings her legs over the side of her chair to stand as Bex takes off. 

Julie chases after her. “Come here you little gremlin!” she calls. 

It doesn’t take long for her to catch up with the toddler, scooping Bex up into her arms and tickling her like mad. Bex’s laughter rings across the beach and Julie can’t help grinning.

“Unca Carwos! Help me!” Bex yells, noticing him coming out of the water. 

Carlos shakes his head as he laughs. “I know better than that, little one! You’re on your own.”

“Muahahahaha” Julie laughs as she throws Bex over her shoulder. 

Bex kicks and flails her arms, laughing as she tries to appeal to her next potential saviour. “Auntie Cawwie! Auntie Fwynn!”

They both laugh, “No way, kiddo. We know better than to cross Julie.”

“Abuewoooo! Pweeeeease,” she calls as Julie walks them to the shoreline.

Ray looks halfway ready to come to help but stops at Julie’s glare.

“You ready to swim with the fishes?” Julie asks, a teasing glint in her eye. “I’ll spare you if you tell me who set me up,” she whispers.

“It was Uke! IT WAS UKE!” Bex cries. Julie laughs, pressing a kiss to Bex’s cheek before setting her down in the sand. Julie crouches down so she’s at Bex’s level and gives her a conspiratorial look. “You wanna help Auntie get him back?”

Bex nods emphatically. 

“Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Julie says before whispering the rest of her plan to Bex. “You got that?”

Bex nods again before confirming. “Got it!”

“Okay, hop to it little bunny!”

Julie watches her bound off toward Luke and makes her way back to her own chair. She’s met with a suspicious look from Flynn.

“What do you have planned?” they ask.

Julie grins mischievously back at them, “You’ll see.”

It’s not too long later that Bex manages to convince Luke to help her dig a massive hole. 

Julie watches them intently, smiling to herself when she overhears Luke. 

“You want to bury me?” he asks, incredulous.

“Yeah! Like Wiwo”

He laughs, “That’s a bit backwards, Bex. Lilo’s the one in the sand.”

Bex plants her hands on her hips and glares at him.

Luke puts his hands up in defense. “Okay, okay!” He climbs into the hole, which is more wide than deep, nearly perfectly made to fit him. He digs around so there’s enough room before he starts helping Bex pile the sand up on and around him. 

“Papa! Come help!” she calls toward the group of lounging adults. 

Reggie eyes Julie warily as he gets up. She grins as she shrugs at him. He rolls his eyes, sure that she’s up to something but ultimately deciding that it’s not his business and if Julie wants to mess with Luke, then that’s her prerogative. He heads over to help Bex bury Luke. 

As Reggie works, Bex gathers her buckets, filling them up with water and setting them around Luke.

“What are you up to Bexi-boo?” Reggie asks.

“Nuffin,” she says as she continues her mission. Once she’s satisfied with her bucket stash, she returns to help Reggie pat down the sand that’s covering Luke. 

“You stuck?” she asks him.

Luke tries to wiggle, causing some cracks to form in the sand covering him. “Yep.”

“No, you’re not.” she counters as she adds more sand, packing over the cracks. “Auntie JUWIE!” she calls once she’s satisfied. “Come see!”

Luke’s eyes widen in concern. “Bex, what do you have planned?”

“Nuffin, don’t wowwy ‘bout it.” she replies, plunking down to sit on his stomach.

“Oof,” he breathes out at the unexpected contact. 

Julie stands over Luke, casting a shadow over his face and grinning down at him. “What do we have here, Bex?”

“Stuck ‘Uke.”

“It does seem like we do indeed have a stuck Luke, doesn’t it? Shame.” She bends down to grab the nearest bucket of water, directing a sinister grin his way. Bex jumps off of him and runs to collect the next bucket.

“Julie, no!” he cries just before she unleashes the water onto his face. 

He sputters as she dumps the second bucket on him. 

Luke jumps up out of the sandpile and growls as he lunges at Julie. She squeals as he throws her over his shoulder, running toward the ocean. He dives into the water, submerging both of them. 

They both resurface, laughing hysterically. Julie tries to drag Luke back under but he sweeps her legs out from under her, effectively dunking her again. When she jumps on his back, he falls backwards into the water. She finally settles for incessantly splashing him, only stopping when Bex calls from the shore.

“Unca ‘Uke! That wasn’t the plan!”

Luke grins at her, “No? It wasn’t? You sure?” He runs back through the surf and onto the beach, scooping Bex up and dragging her back out into the water with him.

[countrymusiclover]

21 - The Ultimate Hunter

Part 22

Gemini Runaway

Tag list ask to be added @dragonixfrye @secretdreamlandmentality

Snuggling closer into the familiar warmth I fluttered my eyes opened smiling a sleepy grin seeing that Nik was sleeping right beside me since after we got home from the dance last night I was too afraid to not be near him. I shifted around as carefully as possible so I was holding myself up by my elbow on the pillow just watching him. “Staring is rude, little siphon.”

“I can’t help it. You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping.” I smiled, bending my head away, blushing lightly.

He sat upright on the bed holding a hand to the side of my face leaning forward pressing his lips against mine. “So the plan is to pack up everything in the house and then we purchase some plane tickets and off to New Orleans we go.”

“It must be so easy to just snap your fingers and go anywhere in the world. How did I ever manage without you?” I joked rolling my eyes playfully.

He put his hands behind his head, smirking at me. “Very boringly that’s how, love.”

“You are so mean sometimes.” I hit his chest smiling until he vamped me onto my back throwing my hair around holding my hands above my head. “Uh you always take the cheater's way.”

He smiled leaning down kissing me slowly with me feeling him intertwining our hands together when he dropped my wrists. “What can I say, Raelyn, except that bad boys have more fun.” Moving my arms around his neck my fingers tangled in his hair instantly the second he kissed me hearing the bedroom door get thrown opened by someone.

Rebekah frantically said, causing me to separate from the hybrid. “Alaric Saltzman just tried to kill me.”

Klaus pointed out not really believing a word she was saying to us. “Alaric Saltzman is supposed to be dead.”

“He said he wasn’t going to turn. So who the hell gave him human blood?” I asked Nik pushing him off me throwing my legs off the side of the bed.

Rebekah threw her hands away from her sides, still frazzled by whatever had happened. “

Well, he's not. And he's vampire thanks to mother's spell with a white oak stake that can't kill him. He is strong, Nik. Too strong.”

Klaus asked getting up from the bed pulling his boots on for the day. “Where is he now?”;

“He's stuck at the school without a daylight ring, but as soon as night falls he'll come after us. We need to leave now.” She warned him looking at me with such a terrified face.

Klaus replied back shrugging on a black jacket over his shirt. “Fine. I'll collect Elena. We'll be on our way. Raelyn and I will have a plane to catch before tomorrow afternoon.”

“Forget Elena! You don't need anymore stupid hybrids.” Bex shouted at her brother. “Don’t you understand that our lives and Raelyn’s life are in serious danger!”

He told her in an annoyed tone. “What I need is protection from Esther's continued assault against us. As for my girlfriend, she is now linked to me so that’s why I am not worried about the history teacher right now. We will have Elena before sunset and be as far away from here as possible.”

“We'll protect each other, like we always have. Always and forever, Nik.” She attempted to convince him.

He replied back refusing to abandon his plan. “I'm not leaving without her.”

“I'm leaving now. You can either walk out that door with me or you are on your own.” He looks at Bex but says nothing. “Fine. Trust your hybrids over your family. Let your spite be the death of you, see if I care.”

Crossing my arms over my chest I sent him a raised brow. “Are you sure we shouldn’t stay and help take him down. If your mother really turned him into a vampire hunter like your father then he will hunt us down wherever we go.”

“Rae, you don’t have to worry about that. I am immortal and can’t be killed. My father Mikael didn’t kill me and neither will the history teacher. Plus I have you and I’ve seen you do some pretty badass spells that I thought would kill you. Together there is nothing we can’t do.” He bent down on a knee placing a hand on my knee meeting my gaze seeing that I was trying to remain brave but in reality I was terrified.

He rose to his feet about to leave until I grabbed his wrist holding him there. “If you’re thinking of breaking into the Gilbert house. Just know that I am not helping you break in. You should just leave the poor girl alone. But I understand the need for protection.”

Damon looks out of the window and sees Klaus pacing with the newspaper in his hand but he focuses his attention onto me just standing behind him not doing anything. “Klaus wants in. We have to keep him out. And his freaking girlfriend isn’t doing a dang thing to stop him.”

Klaus throws the newspaper through the window. The glass shatters into pieces.Damon ducks down, as well as Stefan and Bonnie. “Get down!”

“Missed me.” Damon challenged him taking the picket that got stuck in the wall behind him and hurls it back at Klaus.

Yet Klaus dodges it and he breaks the second picket into two pieces and throws one of it at him. “Missed me again.”

“Nik, are you insane. You can’t burn the house down with her inside.” I shouted at him seeing that he had managed to come back with a propane tank and a burning newspaper.

Stefan comes up to the front door ordering him. “Put it out.”

Klaus threatened him before he put out the fire, throwing the objects into the grass yard. “Come outside and make me.”

Stefan steps outside. “Elena is not here. Alaric has her and Caroline. He's gonna kill them both unless you turn yourself over to him.”

Klaus glared at him intertwining my hand with his hearing my heart beating up quickly at the thought of dying. “Now I know you're not asking me to walk into a certain death.”

Stefan huffed in a frustrated tone. “I really wish we could. But unfortunately, if Alaric kills you there's a 1 in 4 chance that we die too.”

Leaning my back against one of the pillars of the porch I side eyed the boys listening to their plans to take down Alaric. “Okay. How about Damon sneaks in and distracts Alaric, while Stefan grabs Elena and carries her to safety.”

Damon asked, holding one of the fences post that he had thrown into the house over his shoulder. “Huh, that's a great idea. What's to stop me from getting killed instantly?”

Klaus smiled until I hit him in the back with my foot.” Nothing.”

“He’s Caroline’s sire in cad you’ve forgotten. So no letting Damon get killed do you understand me.” I glared at him walking up to my boyfriend. “No matter what we are not putting one of my friends in anymore danger.”

Damon teased the hybrid. “Looks like the siphon doesn’t have to make my point for me because we both know you’ve gone soft for her. “

“I can still skin you alive!” Klaus threatened him by shoving his fangs and wolf eyes to him.

Stefan enters the conversation before things get worse. “This isn't really helping too much.”

Bonnie walks out of the house. “I might have an idea. My mom used a desiccation spell on Michael that immobilized him for over 15 years. If I can get it, I might be able to use it on Alaric.”

Klaus tilted his head to the side at the witch. “If and might your words inspire such confidence.”

Bonnie stepped up to him not caring that he didn’t have faith in her. “I'll get it. But even with the spell, we need a lot of vampire muscle to take him down, including yours.”

“I can do an invisible spell that way Alaric won’t sense us instantly. Then you all can get the jump on him. I should be able to find Elena and get her out in time.” I clasped my hands together eyeing the hybrid standing beside me who just lightly smirked at me. Yet his eyes fell to the black veins that still remain on her arms.

Klaus came up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist and placing his chin on my shoulder. “Just so we're clear. The sun sets in about 8 hours. We don't succeed before then, Elena will be dead, I'll be gone with my girl Raelyn here and the rest of you will be left to fend for yourselves.”

Holding tightly onto Nik’s right hand we entered the high school where the Salvatore brothers could see that I was siphoning him by our intertwined hands but it wasn’t hurting the hybrid as much as they thought since he had willingly offered. Walking through the hallways I whispered to them. “Damon, Stefan, once you aren’t near me the spell will not work. So you’ll have to hide on your own - Caroline?”

Nik vamped away from me and grabs her from behind covering her mouth with his hand so that she can't scream. “Shhh. It's okay. It's okay. It's me. It's okay. You're safe. We'll save Elena. You go straight home, you stay inside. Do you understand?”

He turned her around to face him until I placed a hand on his shoulder undoing the invisible spell. “Hey Caroline. We’re here to get you and Elena out of here. But you have to go now. “

Klaus asked her, still holding her by her shoulders. “Do you understand me?”

Caroline nods, vamping away from us. “Thank you. Both of you.”

“You need to leave, Rae.” Nik turned to face me looking around to make sure that Alaric wasn’t around somewhere near us. “It’s not safe here for you.”

I baked instantly back to the hybrid. “I’m not going anywhere without you, together forever right. So if you are walking into an almost certain death then I will too. Besides you know I can kick some supernatural ass just like you can.”

“Raelyn, “ He started but cut himself short. “Fine, you’re right, we stick together always. And we will make it out of this together.”

He vamped us as close as we could get hearing Damon shout vamping behind Ric trying to hold him down. “Do it now!” Alaric throws Damon off of him and snaps Stefan's neck, dropping him to the ground. Damon tries to attack Alaric, but he breaks Damon's neck, too.

Klaus appears and thrusts his hand into Alaric's heart making him scream in a loud tone until the pair vamped around the hallway in a fight and Ric managed to knock him down onto the ground being the stronger creature. Alaric stands above him and tries to stake him. “Alaric No! I love - I can’t lose him!”

Elena was holding a Knife to her throat when the three of us turn our heads in her direction . “Stop! Let him go or I'll kill myself.

Alaric told her. “Put it down, Elena.”

“I said don’t hurt him.” I raised my hand sending pain through the teachers mind where he vamped away from him my boyfriend for a moment slamming me against the locker where I was sure he would break my neck but he was back over Klaus in an instant.

Elena declared not lowering the blade allowing me the chance to get to my feet even with barely any strength remaining in me. “Why, because you still need me alive? There's a reason why Esther used me to make you, isn't there? She didn't want you to be immortal, so she tied your life to a human one. Mine. That way you have only one life span to kill all vampires and then you'll be gone. So when I die, you die too. That's it. It has to be!”

Alaric thought she was bluffing. “You're wrong.”

“Am I?” Elena begins to cut herself where blood runs down her throat.

But he changed his mind in the next second giving Nik the opportunity to push him and knock the stake away from him. “Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!” Nik managed to grab Elena and I latched my hand onto his forearm vamping away with them.

Once we reached the house I winced stumbling against the doorway in one of the rooms that he was draining Elena of her blood in. “Woah, love. What's the matter. Tell me what's wrong?" Klaus vamped beside me gently holding my arm seeing that my nose was beginning to bleed a little too.

"I think it's my magic. But I don't understand. I thought this wasn't supposed to happen because of our link now." I wiped the blood away with my other arm.

Klaus vamped me to sit down beside Elena coming back with a glass of water in his hand but also offering his wrist. "Which do you want, love. Normal way or blood way?"

"Blood." I croaked out knowing that whatever was wrong it would heal me faster. He bites into his left wrist holding it out to me where I wrapped my fingers around it pushing through the bitter taste until I was starting to feel better.

He brushed hair behind my ear leaving the room for a moment. "There you go, Rae."

"Why are you with someone like him, Raelyn. You’re a snarky girl but nothing like him." Whipping my head around I eyed the girl he was draining of blood. Did I feel bad for her, yes. But at least she has people who care about her.

Getting up from the chair I stood in front of her. "You don't know anything about who he really is, Elena. Just like you don't know anything about me."

"Raelyn, please help me…Tyler." She begged before I saw the werewolf behind me.

Noticing something in his hands, it was a needle filled with some sort of liquid. "What the hell is that, hybrid Lockwood?" I asked, backing into a corner not sure what he was about to do.

"Sorry siphon but we can’t take the chance you'll stop us." He said vamp shoving me against the wall about to poke me in the throat.

Klaus grabs Tyler by the throat when he vamped back into the room and pushes him against a wall. "Goodbye, Tyler." I dropped onto my knees thinking he was about to kill him when Klaus tries to rip Tyler's heart out of his chest, but Tyler twists his arm around. Damon and Stefan come into the room. Damon grabs Klaus's other arm and Stefan thrusts his hand into Klaus' chest.

"Nik - Argh!" I rose to my feet when he started screaming only to drop down on one knee clutching my heart inside my chest in agony beginning to cry heavy tears. Bending my head down I winced sharply seeing that he was starting to turn gray and get veins all over his body by what they were doing. Forcing myself to my feet I removed the linking ring raising my hands up until I grabbed a hold of Damon and Stefan's shoulders siphoning from them. "Magia tollux de terras-"

"Raelyn no!" Klaus shouted, fighting against their grip. He could see the veins turning really black again after she had removed the ring and wasn't siphoning or linked to his life force anymore meaning that her magic could certainly kill her now.

Fighting through tears I kept chanting the spell feeling both brothers grip starting to loosen. "Magia tollux de terras. Magia tollux de terras!"

"Grab her!" Stefan grunted so he and Tyler were the ones holding the hybrid.

Damon vamped forward pushing me against the wall holding me by my throat making me wince. "Damon,...please don't." I begged the raven haired vampire.

"We can't have you in the way." He picked up the needle sticking it into my throat, lowering my body to the floor where I began to hear my own heartbeat inside my chest.

Damon went over to Elena. Stefan and Tyler finally let go of Nik when his body wasn't moving so I raised my hands seeing my vision blur in front of me trying my best to remain awake. "Imperium fluctus malleus. Imperium fluctus malleus. Imperium fluctus malleus!" Everyone in the room suddenly dropped to the ground by the shock wave leaving the vampire brothers and hybrid to hold their heads with me chanting the spell over and over until I blacked out on the wooden floor.

Waking up a few hours later I frantically looked around snatching the ring, placing it on the ground doing a silent locator spell that transported me to a storage unit. Walking around the unit I heard someone following me where I spun around shoving the figure against the wall meeting Damon Salvatore. "Give me one reason I shouldn't kill you right now for what you did to him!"

"Agh…we're trying to save him!" He grunts trying to break free but I clenched my fist tightly more.

Someone vamped at us where I turned my head at the voice seeing Rebekah was back in town. "Because he told me his plans and I went home to find you. But you beat me to the punch, Rae."

"You're a bastard, Damon Salvatore. Now take me to him!" I growled, dropping my hand letting him catch his breath.

Damon, Rebekah and I are about to put the coffin in the trunk of a car but Alaric arrives, catches Rebekah by the hair. Punches her head against the car and then throws her on the floor "Urgh!" She grunted.

Damon rushes toward him but Alaric kicks him and is thrown on the floor too. Raising my hand I sent pain through the teachers head where he vamped in front of me. "You annoying witch. Right after I kill him I'm going to kill you!"

"Well see about that." Shoving my other hand against his chest I bared my teeth chanting a spell that I didn't remember being taught meaning that it must be one of Esther’s spells that I now have the ability to do when I siphoned her magic from her. "Tenebris anima vestra contundito mortem et conteret spiritum. Frange vitam nolite corde ut sub terra esse, ad tenebras usque in sempiterrnum."

Alaric grabbed his chest almost collapsing to the concrete floor where I thought he was about to die until he drew the white oak stake from behind his back hitting me upside the head with it where Alaric opened the coffin. “Ah! Klaus!”

Rebekah screams. “No!”

Damon shouted back at him too. “No! Don't!” She gets up and screams but Alaric drives the stake through Klaus' heart.

I forced myself to my feet. I gasped sharply, holding a hand over my heart feeling flames almost inside my chest. Gripping my hands into fists on the hard floor I groaned through tears and anger for what he just did. “Klaus! You just killed the man I love.”

Damon gets up and puts himself in front of Rebekah while she was screaming and crying. Damon is holding her but he's in shock. Klaus's body bursts into flames. Alaric looks at them, takes the stake from the burning body and then closes the coffin. He turns himself toward them. "Next."

Pushing myself to my feet I watched my vision beginning to blur and I was almost not able to stand on my feet. I charged forward, shoving my hand against Alaric’s heart chanting the spell again seeing that the veins grew at a faster rate glaring daggers into his eye. “Tenebris anima vestra contundito mortem et conteret spiritum. Frange vitam nolite corde ut sub terra esse, ad tenebras usque in sempiterrnum!”

“No, get off me!” Rebekah cried fighting against Damon watching me seeing that my whole arm was covered in veins but I didn’t pull away. “Raelyn no, he’ll kill you!”

Forcing my hand further against him I grunted feeling blood dripping from my nose until Alaric grabbed me by the throat holding me off the ground then launched me backwards into the pair. Damon grabbed my forearm helping me to stand while holding Bex back with his other. “Rebekah, run. Get Raelyn out of here now. Run!”

“I have to kill him!” I snarled but the blonde original wrapped her arms around me holding me back vamping me away with her.

She grunted in my ear where my whole body went numb in her arms and my heart slowed down. “I can’t let him kill you. Nik wouldn’t let me do that to you - Rae - Raelyn!”

[aviatorasharak]

~Ssssnippet Ssssunday~

I'm honored to have been tagged by @theycallmeratt

I'm presenting you all with three snippets! Because three is a magical number and I like it. Two of them are from WIP works, the third is from a fic I'm quite proud of featuring Ikaron and Okta.

Here we go~

CHEESE.ODT

(I call this the "cheese au", an idea that's been steadily growing in my mind, lurking in the shadows, sometimes rearing it's head, but mostly biding its time)

Rolan regarded the pungent piece of cheese with a scowl and an exasperated look in his yellow eyes. Not a minute before this, it almost seemed like his vast resource of ire had finally run out, but the truth was that it was practically inexhaustible. Still, he tried and with considerable effort found a smidgen of kindness deep inside of himself which he courteously offered the poor man holding the cheese wheel in his trembling hands, straining to keep his claws away from the white softness.

"I will change Bex back, like the others. Please, have a seat in the meantime, Cal will bring you some tea." Rolan nodded towards his brother who hurried up the stairs leading into one of the sparkly, colourful portals and disappeared with a strange, whirly sound.

He turned back to his tomes and scrolls, arranged as if a tornado went through his shop. One piece of paper he wanted to examine closer was stuck under one of the cheeses, which he promptly took and put on another one, stacking them on top of each other. Suddenly, there seemed to be a lot more room on the counter, how wonderful!

His feeling of contentment and satisfaction was short lived however, when he heard a panicky yelp from Danis. As he glanced his way, he saw the man looking back at him horrified.

"What now?"

"Y-you put someone on Bex!"

"What?" Another splitting headache was fast approaching, and the word 'Detono' sounded sweeter and sweeter in his mind with every passing moment.

"That's not Bex, that's actually Lakrissa." Alfira chimed in, bells ringing as she stood up from her chair.

"I think those are Kaldani and Ikaron." Elegis suggested weakly, Guex standing next to her being the only one who actually heard her.

DEVIL PAINTED ON THE WALL

(Probably not the final title. This is another one in a series of "I read something on the internet that upset me and now I'm writing it out of myself" fics. It's probably therapeutic.)

Guex ran as fast as his little legs carried him, eyes closed despite his Nana's previous admonishments. There was still a bump on his forehead from the last time. Still he went on until he tripped and fell onto the cobblestones. His lungs were burning and he felt his lunch trying to escape his stomach.

He heard a shout from behind him and with his last ounce of strength, scampered into an alleyway. A pair of orange eyes stared back at him from the grey gloom, blinking. The man had reddish skin, not unlike Guex's own, and his face was framed by messy, ash-blonde locks. A pair of tall, twirly horns and a slowly swinging tail dissipated any lingering doubts about his heritage.

Kin, Guex thought, though he remembered another one his grandmother's warnings: "Kin isn't always kin." The shared burden didn't mean a tiefling would never attempt to hurt another tiefling.

The boy got up, despite every part of his body screaming for respite. He stared at the man who, at a second glance, looked much younger, though he was still surely a few years older than Guex. From the corner of his eye he finally noticed the image, painted on the alley's wall: a bright red figure, head violently separated from the rest of its body, held up by a handsome, knightly figure. A forked tongue lolled out from the bloody, red face. Below the visor of the helmet, a white-toothed grin practically glimmered.

BEETLE

It was the biggest beetle the boy saw in his whole seven years of life. It also had a pair of impressive horns, and black chitin so shiny, it almost seemed like onyx. It looked heavy and the boy wondered if the bug could fly at all. Maybe it didn't even have wings.

He wanted to find out. He took a deep breath, filling his little chest with all the air it could take, then opened his mouth, sharp, white canines peeking out...

"RAWR!" he bellowed with all his might.

The beetle didn't stir. The boy scrunched up his face then tried again. The beetle remained unfazed probably wondering when the mother was gonna take her unruly cub away to give it some peace finally.

The boy huffed, and in an act of irritated audacity, poked the insect. Although it budged, going as far as sliding back half an inch or so, it refused to yield the comfortable little mossy rock it had been occupying. The boy poked it again, this time more forcefully, but it only resulted in the insect relocating two whole inches to the side.

The boy appeared to be deep in thought. Slowly, he raised one hand, holding out his forefinger and thumb like pincers, and took aim at the beetle's left horn. He was a hair's breath away from snatching the stubborn little thing up when his name resounded in the forest, bouncing off the trees and cutting through the tall undergrowth.

"Ikaron!"

The boy took one last glance at the beetle, brows furrowed then dashed away. If it could, the beetle would've sighed in relief. Then, when the boy came back just to stick out his tongue at it, it would've surely grumbled about the disrespectful youth of today.

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 7 “What happened?”                           

| Nightmare | Isolation | Stumbling |

Still with Caged Founder and another day for @juneofdoom,

Woohoo two posts in a day, thank the rain.

Inspiration taken from @riderofblackdragons's Day 8 Alt

Takes place some time after Bloodstained Kisses

---

Elijah was confused how he ended up in a forest clearing, one that seemed familiar.

“Tristan? Aurora?” he called, wondering if Aurora had convinced them to play and where Tristan had decided to bring him this time.

There was a familiar snort of disappointment that echo through the trees and suddenly Elijah knows where he is, his hand tighten around the sword and he brings it up just in time to block father’s attack.

“My son, a thrall.” Father sneered in disgust, and Elijah fought against the urge to flinch, as ice and nausea twisted in his stomach. 

“Not quite father,��� His own voice added, “a concubine for the count’s children.” Elijah stiffened and Father failed anymore to matter as Elijah let go of the sword, ignoring father’s slash to twist and lunge, pinning himself to a tree.

“This was your fault.” he snarled as his hands wrapped around the other’s throat; this him with a unshattered mask and flawless control, who had hung in chains unaware of what was coming, this him that hesitated and doomed them and didn’t know yet.

“I didn’t break.” his mirror told him arching a brow, Elijah’s hand tightened around his throat at it.

“Everyone breaks it depends on the tool used.” he told his other self, it was a mercy when he broke the other’s neck and let him get carried away by the wind as ash, he was sparing him that lesson.

 He turned around back to the clearing to see father, only it wasn’t father, Finn stood in the centre looking at him with clear disappointment.

“Not much more than a toy, are you?” his older brother asked and Elijah curled his fist as shame hit him, he had known what he was for decades but hearing it from Finn made it worse “Do you like it brother?”

“Finn.” It came out more like a whine, but Finn had always been the only one who could reduce him to a child, he took a step towards him, willing to throw himself at his brother even with the disappointed and disgusted look on his face but like so much of their childhood Finn shrugged and walked away.

“Where were you?” Rebekah asked, he spun around to see her, wide eyed as she looked at him. 

“Off having fun while we're trapped.” Kol said, stepping behind her, leaving Elijah in the centre of clearing as his younger sibling looked at him with resentment and confusion.

“He wouldn’t.” she shook her head,

“He forgot about us, Bex.” Kol said, before he shrugged and turned joining Finn in walking away.

“NO, I didn’t-“ he started hands fisting at his sides to stop himself from reaching for them, from begging for comfort like a child, wordless and desperate.

“What happened to ‘Always and forever’?” Rebekah asked sadly, Elijah blinked back tears as he gave up and tried to reach for her only to fail, his feet stuck to the earth as she followed their brothers.

He bit back a sob, when he found himself alone in the clearing.

“Why did you leave me?” 

Elijah’s heart stopped as he turned again and looked down to find golden curls and blue eyes of his little brother, the one father first laid a hand on, the one he failed first.

“Niklaus.” he choked out falling to his knees to pull him to his chest, but the boy flinched from his hands and stumbled back.

“You promised.” the light childish voice snapped, shaking his head as Elijah reached for him still, before it stated to deepened as Niklaus grew until he towered over Elijah’s kneeling form “you picked them over me.” he accused

Elijah was pinned under cold cruel blue eyes, he didn’t wonder when the boy who loved everything from flowers to every animal had changed into relishing the screams and cries of humans.

He was there, he had watch helpless, he had failed to stop it.

“I-i-i- i” he stammered uselessly before he managed to take a breath “I didn’t Niklaus, you have to believe me.”

“I don't have to do anything.” Klaus told him coldly, before he took a step back and turned, 

“Don’t!” he begged the tears he had suppressed with the others breaking loose as he reach out to grab the cuffs of his pants, “Don’t leave me.”  

The material was pulled from his grasp roughly dragging Elijah off balance.

“Weak.” he heard Klaus sneer but his brother didn’t even turn around.

"Please brother." he cried, reaching out for Klaus' back.

-

Elijah woke up panting , his hand still reaching for someone. 

His cheeks were warm, a clear sign of the tears he had shred as if the burning in his eyes and lump in his throat weren’t enough. 

He could feel two sets of eyes on him. 

“No words.” He spoke, the plea unspoken. 

They all could work out where his nightmares came from, there was nothing they could do about it. 

Even if Tristan would release him, he was still vulnerable to all of his sireline, and the rumours had worked, in Klaus' eyes he had abandoned him for the Strix. 

If he returned to his brother now he would just end up joining their siblings in a coffin. 

Perhaps he was weak for choosing a gilded cage over a coffin, but here he could do something, whether it was offering the witches Aya found a respite for the darkness of their magic, training future Strix members something that could save their lives or redirecting funds for one power grab to his own more altruistic works. 

Tristan’s head moved to settle on his chest as Aurora sat up slightly to start playing with his hair, he hadn’t braided it the night before. 

He knew this would be a risk, a nightmare forcing him to bare more than he ever wanted, when he had first started his game with Tristan but it had been worth it then against the boredom and nights chained to the wall.  

Before nightmares became more common as his mind fractured, as the game proved a terrible choice for both him and Tristan. 

He let her hands in his hair and the weight on his chest lull him back to sleep.

[baekslight]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

tagged by @shineeworldz <3 thank you for tagging me bex!!

Are you named after anyone? my name is quite common in my country but my mom named me after a singer named sandra :D.

When was the last time you cried? like full on crying? it's been a long time actually, i don't remember. but i do get emotional when i watch sad things so if that counts then i think a few days ago.

Do you have kids? no, and i currently don't have the intention to have any.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? sometimes yeah

What sports do you play/have you played? none outside of school

What's the first thing you notice about people? their personality and their faces.

What's your eye color? green

Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings all the way

Any special talents? none that i know of lol

Where were you born? in south germany

What are your hobbies? editing, reading, blogging on here etc

Do you have pets? yeah we have a dog

How tall are you? 5'5 i believe (it's 168cm)

Favorite subject in school? english

Dream job? i don't really have one bc the job i have is pretty great

tag 10 people you want to get to know better

Relationship status: single

Song stuck in my head: identity by shinee

Last song I listened to: paradise by exo

Last thing I googled: what a smart watch could cost lol was thinking of getting one

Dream trip: there are many tbh but i'd love to go to berlin, back to romania again, and to seoul

Anything I want right now: waiting for me pizza

tagging: anyone that wants to do this, you can say i tagged you!

[luckhissoul]

@xradiant sent from this - accepting -💥 - to push your muse aside . - bex (figuratively : ( )

he doesn't want to think. it's stupid to think. but if he's going to start thinking he's going to have remind himself that this is the fourth time he's done it. the fourth time he's packed up this same bloody suitcase, with a million questions racing through his head. the fourth time that he would stop by the opened bedroom door, wondering if she would have anything else to say. she always said there was nothing to say, through tears and pleading she told him there was nothing to say. so everything always was left unexplained, like a broken thing that could never be put back together. sometimes it did though, somehow or another somehow it did. four times. shouldn't that tell him something? but he doesn't want to linger on it. the zipper on the suit case is stuck. so he fixates on that for a moment -- then he hears her. in the door way. that's new. not the same routine. finally the bloody things zips up.

he doesn't want to do it but he finds himself unable to do anything else. he lifts his eyes to her face. across the room. it's hard to not look when rebekah is looking at you. like there's a demand for attention, a neediness that nothing satisfies. only that's not right. a neediness that he couldn't, that was closest to the bitter truth. something that twisted it's way through him. something he finds hard to swallow down. what would she say if he were to ask her what it would. but he already knows the answer. it's not something but someone. but that can't be the truth. it leaves a hollow feeling. looking at her had never felt like that before. but loss will do that. and there was that between them now, too, a thick line pushing them apart. it's for good now. he'll have to tell his parents. he'd have to tell everyone. the humiliation was already starting to grow and he's just standing there looking at her. he's done this four times.

and he wonders if things might change if he were to go to her. if he were to fall at her feet and ask her what it would take. even if he knows that it's not about any of that. why does it feel like it might be then? why does it seem to eat away at him? he swallows harshly and he considers doing it. she's just standing there, her wide blue eyes are all red, her hair is draped over one shoulder. she's wearing a sheer pink robe with just enough of her showing that it makes him a little dizzy, his mouth a little dry. he could go to her, fall at her feet. he could go to her, put his hands on her, slip them under her robe, would that spark something? but even that had seemed to die down lately. he's done this four times.

"i'm all packed." she nods her head and whispers something that sounds like an apology. and that's it. nothing more to it. that's it. how long had it been? years already, wasn't it? but it's just one whispered word, tears are in her eyes again. he doesn't want that tugging ache again. he swallows harshly and he moves to leave, walking past her. he's done this four times now. but he still pauses by the end of the hallway in case she has more to say. but he's left with deafening silence.

[dickensianstreeturchin]

honestly i think he already has!

we saw the disgust in Nate's eyes when he saw Rupert cheating on Bex with his assistant, and we see his reactions to Rupert being manipulative, saying to call him "Mr. Mannion" and "Rupert" depending on whether they're in public or private. And we've seen him actively going against what Rupert said to do in his aborted attempt to apologize to Ted in the elevator.

To me, it seems like Nate has already figured out that Rupert is a manipulative asshole. But how does one deal with that when he's your boss? You certainly wouldn't hand him potential ammunition by sending a text that implies you may still enjoying seeing a person he's actively trying to cut you off from.

if he had sent that first text, Rupert certainly wouldn't have been like, 'oh okay then i won't ban Ted from the grounds.' Rupert would have banned him anyway and probably would have gone further in some other way that would negatively impact Nate.

While he's stuck in this position, better for Nate to try to keep up the charade to Rupert like he's all on board with Rupert's nastiness than to face the many consequences Rupert could rain upon him. At least, that's what it seems like he's doing to me!

I'm super looking forward to the tipping point where Nate gets to say everything he's feeling to Rupert's face (and somehow destroy Rupert's career? That'd be great) but i do think that he has likely already taken Rupert off that pedestal that he had him on at the beginning of the season.

Rupert falls off the pedestal in Nate’s eyes when???

[always-andromeda]

i saw you asking for a request for calvin headcanons so here it is!!! calvin headcanons plss! what is he so pretty for wtf

Socialization | Calvin Weir-Fields x writer!Reader Headcanons

Calvin Weir-Fields x fem!Reader

Word Count | 1,032

Author’s Note | this is my first semi-casual headcanon post and I still couldn’t just not make a title card so oops. thank you bex for enabling me to essentially write myself serving Calvin a slice of humble pie!!! in this, the movie never happens and Calvin is still stuck in his writers block. if y'all are open to it, I'm willing to make more head canons for this little dynamic!!

Warnings | Calvin gets dunked on a little, lol, nothing else though!

You first meet Calvin when he’s taking Scotty out on a walk. You’re sitting outside a coffee shop writing something as he passes by. Scotty decides that your skirt is the most interesting thing in the world and scurries over to chew on the edge of it.

“I’m so sorry, he gets a little too ahead of himself sometimes.” Calvin says sheepishly. But you take it in stride, leaning down to scratch the border terriers head.

“It’s alright. He’s too cute,” you look up at the dog’s handler. He’s cute too. Tall and lanky with a face that is inherently soft yet angular, he looks at you nervously through tortoiseshell glasses that sit low on his nose.

You spot the book tucked under his arm and see a familiar title on the spine. “Whatcha reading there?”

He pushes his glasses up self consciously, “Oh, it’s something new I just picked up. I haven’t started it yet but I’ve read some good reviews.” He says, turning the book in his hand and lifting to show you the cover.

You chuckle, “Yeah, I know that one.”

“You’ve read it?” Calvin looks hopeful for a second. Maybe you can offer your opinion on it.

You laugh, “I’ve done more than that; I wrote it.”

“Oh,” Calvin checks the inside of the jacket cover on the back and sees that the picture of the author is, in fact, you. Your hair is pulled back and your smile is tight lipped, similar to the one on your face now. He finally gets a proper look at your face. The one in front of him. You’re much more impactful in color. Your hair is loose and there’s a sun kissed blush on your cheek. You wear a knee length patterned skirt; no wonder it caught Scotty’s attention.

Calvin clears his throat, “I’m sure you’ve heard of me then. Calvin Weir-Fields,” he holds his hand out so you can shake it. Embarrassingly, you don’t take it. You just shake your head.

“I’m afraid I don’t know who you are.”

A bright red heat spreads across his face. His mouth opens slightly as if he wants to say something but he freezes in place. You stifle a cackle. It’s fun putting guys like him in their place. In all honesty, his name sounds familiar, but you’ll never tell him that.

He explains that he’s a writer; wrote one book when he dropped out of high school and hasn’t written a damn thing since. He doesn’t elaborate too much on why, but you get the idea that he’s coasting by, especially as a little bit of regret twinkles in his eyes.

“You should join my writers group. We help keep each other accountable for whatever we’re working on. We meet every two weeks at a breakfast buffet in town.” you offer kindly, writing down the address for the buffet and the date of the next meeting on the edge of your notebook paper. You tear off the edge with your writing and hand it to him, a polite but reserved smile on your lips.

The idea sounds so unappealing. He bets that he's better than half of the sad saps in that club. He takes the paper anyway, returning a strained smile, "I'll think about it."

He most certainly will not think about it. He practically drags Scotty away from your table, goes home, and sets the paper on the cabinet by his door and lays your book over it. He can't read it now that he knows exactly who you are, he'll be too busy thinking about the curve of your lips as you said you had no clue who he was.

Days later, in his therapists' office, he still thinks about how you only stared at his extended hand and didn't take it. Dr. Rosenthal has to snap him out of his haze and ask him why he's been silent for the first ten minutes of the hour. It's highly uncharacteristic of him; Calvin will find anything to ramble about during his sessions, often causing Rosenthal to have to reel him in in order to find the actual point in his ranting.

"I met this woman a few days ago..." Calvin starts, shaking his head.

"That's good. Is she nice? Pretty?"

He hadn't spoken to you long enough to figure out if you were kind, but he definitely thought you were pretty. "It's not like that...she invited me to some silly writers group."

Rosenthal claps his hands together, "Perfect! We've been talking about how you need to work on your socialization skills. This is a perfect opportunity to do so."

"No, no, you don't get it! It's not going to be fun, it’s going to be sad and depressing. Just a bunch of washed up losers sitting in a circle pretending to care what everyone else has to say about their writing. I'm not subjecting myself to that." Calvin knows he sounds like a raving lunatic but he can't help it. If he needs a whole support group to make himself write…Rosenthal might as well take him out back and put him out of his misery.

Rosenthal stops him before he can continue on the destructive path, "It seems you've already decided that it will be a worthless experience. What makes you think that?"

Calvin has met enough people in his field. They're all stuck up, egotistical, and self centered, and generally miserable. He can't stand the idea of being surrounded by his peers, period. But that explanation isn't enough for Rosenthal to back down.

"You cut yourself off before you can even get the chance to try something, Calvin. It's just one meeting. If it's really so terribly depressing, you can always choose not to go again. But trying it surely wouldn't hurt, now would it? Especially if you already know someone who will be there."

Calvin thought back to you. Your book. He still hadn't read it. The first few pages he'd skimmed through in the bookstore looked decent enough. Tolerable.

"I guess it couldn't hurt. Just for one meeting." he concludes with a heavy swallow, clutching Bobby, the stuffed dog, in his arms tighter.

[applesontheground]

reeled 📞

and here is my first take on stu in a longer fic! it can be taken as a continuation of my sister piece with billy, but it isn’t necessary at all. so happy to get this out of my system, and even though i’m more comfy with him please let me know how i did!!

also, huge thank you to @bisexual-horror-fan​ once again for beta reading, helping me stay on track with these two. much love much kisses to you as always, bex! ❤

SFW | Word Count: 991 | Stu Macher x GN Reader

contains light college AU, reader has a mentioned mom & stepdad

📞 baited | reeled | released 📞

The first thought you had wasn’t ‘Why is Stu Macher outside my classroom?’ – but rather, ‘Who the hell told him I was here?’

Your eyes tried to duck his after the initial meeting, nodding at your speaking professor to divert any attention to the twitching smirk on your face or the stifled huff in your chest. Stu continued to just stand there, locked onto you and eager for some sort of sign that you saw him. He was rigid at first, but as you failed to smile just from his utter presence, he only took it as encouragement to start up.

Other people huddled in the small classroom were starting to notice too, and when the curiosity was too much you glanced back over with a grimace. That had been a mistake, seeing him deadpan while he held up some old plastic water bottle that he had on him. You knew what an arm pulling back meant, making a tense expression with slightly bared teeth and a brief shake of your head. Don’t.

It was over his head, and he nodded over to the kid nearest to the door with a confident roll of his eyes, seeing his target nose deep in his notes and none the wiser. You looked at the kid, then at him again. Then at the kid one more time, and echoed your facial expression. Don’t.

He jerked his arm, and you flinched like he had hit you with it. “Sss-!” You stifled the way your mouth wanted to say his name, hissing sharply and making everyone turn to look at you from both that and the way you had jolted in your seat. Your face caught fire in seconds from the judgmental stares, hands gripping your desk as you began to gesture at the door – but there was no one there. An empty doorway, pale corridor staring back at you.

What a fucking asshole. You gawked at the empty spot where Stu had been standing, and was pulled away from the dry huff of the professor, “Are you alright, [Y/N]?” Your eyes stuck to the desk, nodding as you mumbled, “Y-Yes. Sorry, I thought I saw something.”

“You think you’re funny, Stuart?” You were laughing as you stumbled up to him through the embarrassment still hanging overhead, and despite the innocent pout on his face he couldn’t help his own laugh and lolling tongue as you stood toe to toe with him on the sidewalk, minding the people passing to their next class. You nodded, eyes angry despite the grin, “Trying to get me sent out in the hall like we’re still in fuckin’ high school?”

Stu rolled his eyes, and scoffed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, man. It’s not like I threw it.” You insisted, “Oh, don’t give me that shit. You were gonna, I know that fucking look on your face.”

He rose his voice, all playful still as he gasped, “Oh, so I do it one time and now you think I’m some serial water bottle thrower?” You mirrored his exaggerated hands on his hips, and still grinning agreed, “Wouldn’t put it past you. Besides, how did you find my afternoon class? I-“

His baby blues watched intently as you cut yourself off, the thoughts turning as you realized he wasn’t the only one who knew how to talk. “Oh.” You pushed against his chest in a playful jab, watching his lips curl in another hyena-like smile, “Oh, that bastard Billy told you I had class here, didn’t he?”

“I’ll never tell.” Stu only bundled you in with his arms, pulling you even closer towards him as he asked, “So, what’s the verdict? Gonna let us crash with you this weekend or what?”

You couldn’t help yourself, crying out in a mock terror despite your fingers bracing against his chest for support, “Okay, okay! You can come with me this weekend! I’m gonna be stuck with my mom and her weird ass boyfriend anyways, so I’ll need the company.” Relief flashed in his eyes as you then sighed, “…And of course, since Billy somehow knows about it, if both of you decide to come that’s no problem either.”

“Huh?” Stu gasped in your ear, letting you step back, “Whoa, really, [Y/N]?” You tried to turn away, but it only made him loop his long arm around your midsection to keep you close as he hummed, “Well, that’s awful nice of you, buddy! What, you want something in return from us?” You gave him a sharp look, only making him sneer another grin. “No.” You tapped his bare forearm, “Now let go of me before people get the wrong idea.”

“Aw, what? Don’t want people to think you’re bumping uglies with me?” He let go of you, pulling at his shirt to smell it. “Huh? Do I stink? What is it?” He looked back at you, and part of you wondered if he was being serious. You assured him as you straightened your clothes, “No, just…Nothing personal, we just only see each other on campus, so it’s just a weird rumor to start.”

He laughed at that, and sighed, “I like you, [Y/N]. Like fuckin’ with you.” You nodded in only slight bemusement, and he pointed out, “Well, think about it…that’s gonna change after Friday. Right?” You shrugged plainly, trying to ignore what he was hinting at. When he could see you weren’t giving him a bone, he sighed, “Well, that sounds tight. I’ll give you a ring later on, we’ll make plans.”

You nodded to him, and began pedaling back as you blurted, “Don’t fucking come to my class again, though!”

Stu stuck his thumb in the air as he was already walking off, and you couldn’t help but giggle at it. What a fucking work of art, you wanted to snort out but found it was fine being a thought.

He already could tell you could say that without sarcasm.

[anneelliotscat]

Nothing any Rumbeller (that I know, anyway) says reflects on COLIN. We *love* Colin! When he gets a better bit to play (old, fat Hook, regretful father Hook, Officer Rogers) he's wonderful. It's not his fault that he got stuck with the unplayable Marty Sue. (BTW, Lana and Bex (may) feel the same way. . . I mentioned how good they were even when the storylines went wild, and they rolled their eyes but of course, couldn't actually say anything.)

As long as Hook was a wild card who showed up to mess things up, he was great. When he became a Perfect Boyfriend who never had to face up to his past, he lost his purpose as a character. . . but let's not start on that again.

Is it just me, or was Hook the writers' favorite and Rumple their least favorite?

Because Rumple's character gets screwed over so many times, and every time it happens, who comes out looking more holy and heroic? If you said Hook, you'd be right.

What makes it even more annoying to me is that the show tries to present Hook and Emma's relationship as the best and healthiest (because it was the writers' favorite). However, instead of showing us reasons why it's healthy, they just make the other couples worse. For example, CaptainSwan got together in season 4 and that same year, Rumbelle was ruined and OutlawQueen was ruined because of Marian!

This isn't to say I hate Hook, because I don't. I wanted Hook and Rumple to be written well together.

(I also still ship CaptainSwan but still, this bugs me)

[f1nalboys]

Red Light, Green Light (David x AFAB!Reader)

WORD COUNT: 3639 (yeah I may have gone overboard, sorry)

WARNINGS: smut, like an excessive amount. Panty sniffing, guided masturbation (kind of), breeding, dirty talk/degradation, cursing, uhhhh....i think that’s it. it’s basically just a porno. NSFW/build up under the cut!

Also, you all can thank Bex for convincing me to post this tonight instead of two days from now :,)

“Ow!” You hiss, sweat dripping into your eyes. Santa Carla had reached a scorching 109 degrees today and you were stuck in the dirty, no-air-conditioning, sauna that is the boys’ hideout. They were still asleep in their nest leaving you to sweat it out alone while you wait. It was cooler down here due to the ocean being so close, but it was still uncomfortable.

There was no way in hell you were going to the boardwalk tonight. You stand from your spot on the couch, fanning your face as you attempt to cool down. Didn’t they have any cold beers here? 

“The hell are you rooting around for out here?” David asks, causing you to jump. He was half dressed, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips, his hair tousled, a look that fit him well. He takes the cigarette out from in between his lips and lights it, eyes trained on you and you shiver as his eyes graze down your body. You were wearing one of Dwayne's button downs and no pants. You would say it was to try and lessen the heat but there was also another reason.

“It’s hot as hell in here; I was trying to find something to cool down with.” He grins, walking confidently over towards you. He grabs ahold of your face with one of his gloved hands and with the other pulls the cigarette from his mouth and blows the smoke into your face.

Your eyes shut instantly and you breathe in deeply. The smoke from David’s cigarettes smell different, more inviting, than anything else you had smelled before and he knew it. He hums, satisfied, before releasing your face. Your eyes open slowly, your lids heavy. “I think I know something we can do to cool down, hm?”

“David, fuck off. It’s Saturday, we’re all supposed to hang out. No one-on-one shit.” Paul calls out. The three others had finally woken up, Paul being the only one who looked semi-ready to get out on the boardwalk. David scoffs, rolling his eyes at Paul before grabbing your hand and leading you over to his chair.

He sits, spreading his legs and patting his thigh, eyes trained on you. Despite the heat you sit, curling up into his chest, drinking in his scent. You squeal as Marko pokes your side as he passes by and David grins, placing a soft kiss onto your cheek. 

You and the boys had an interesting relationship, one that had been in the works for a long time before it ever went into effect, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. The boys had a set schedule for having time alone with you because it almost always ended in sex and they were a naturally jealous bunch. Each boy got one full day with you (Monday was Marko, Wednesday was Paul, Friday was Dwayne and Sunday/Saturday alternated for David. He didn’t want you to be too sore to enjoy your time with him and he really loved screwing Marko over for his next turn,) and the rest were spent together. You never had to have sex on the days you weren’t interested; that’s not why they were with you, though it was definitely an added bonus. They loved you.

“Think I may use my Saturday instead, boys,” David says, fingers tracing over your arms. The three grumble in response, annoyed. Paul and Marko had attempted to petition for David to choose a day and stick with it, but he refused. He told them he didn't like to be tied down which they found to be a load of shit. 

“Whatever. Y/N, are you coming with us or staying with your little boy toy?” Marko asks, fully dressed now and you laugh. He and Paul were dressed to the nines as they normally were but seemed to be completely unaffected by the heat. Dwayne, on the other hand, was sweating buckets with that leather jacket on. “It’ll be way more fun with us!”

“I think I’m gonna stay…” You feel David's grip on your waist tighten slightly at your agreement and you don’t need to turn around to know he's acting smug. The other boys groan, calling you a traitor, but they head off anyway. They each stop to give you a kiss before leaving and you’re nearly tossed off of David's lap when Paul tries to kiss him.

“Hey! No kissing, dickhead.”

“Why don’t you love me anymore,” Paul asks, breaking out into mock hysterics. David punches his shoulder to shut him up but his grin betrays him and Paul takes that as a win. “Come on, Davey, gimme a kiss! What if I leave and never come back?”

“Give him a kiss, David. Come on, you can’t leave it up to chance,” You tease, smile growing wider when David scowls at you. He sighs, waving Paul over who's followed closely by both Dwayne and Marko. He sputters but you stop him with a tug of his half-buttoned shirt. “It’s only fair!”

Grumbling the entire time, he kisses each of the boys on their cheek, Marko turning at the last second to try and get one on the lips. David pushes him away, flipping him off. “Bye love birds! Don’t break anything while we’re gone and if you do you owe me money!” Dwayne calls behind him. 

David stays silent until the rev of the engines are gone and then he’s on you. Wrapping a hand around your throat, he maneuvers your body until you’re straddling him. Your mouth is open, panting, and your eyes can’t leave his. Everything he does is intoxicating in the best way.

“You wanted to stay here with me, is that it?” You nod, your hips grinding down slightly, begging for friction. David’s hand on your throat tightens again, staying at the point where you genuinely can’t breathe for just a moment, before letting go. A warning. “Now why is that?”

He smiles, mockingly. You feel your face flush but you don’t go to hide it. Besides his leather-clad hand still wrapped around your throat, you knew it wouldn’t help. David loved hearing you say what you wanted him to do to you. He’d sit there, a bored expression on his face being betrayed by the bulge straining against his pants, as he has you spill everything you wanted him to do. And, if he was feeling generous, he would fulfill your wishes tenfold.

Your hands rest on his shoulders and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to choke the words out. “I… I wanted to stay with you because I wanted you to fuck me.” His smile grows wider, teeth bared, and a chill runs up your spine. Had you seen that smile in any other situation, you’d be terrified. But all you could do was feel yourself clench at the sight.

“You wanted me to fuck you? That’s it?” 

“N-no. I wanted to try something different, maybe. Something I’ve been thinking about,” His eyebrows raise slightly. That was unusual. You and David had found a nice routine that helped the both of you get off multiple times and for the last three months you hadn’t strayed from that. The hand that had been resting on your thigh moves now, running up your back, slipping into your shirt.

“Oh? And what would that be?” You shift your position slightly, your back arching as his hand slides up your back. David tsks at you as his hands reach around towards your breasts. “No bra? You really are a needy slut, aren’t you?”

You nod, your breath hitching in your throat as his finger brushes over your chest. You wanted him to touch you and he knew it. He knew it and that meant he wasn’t going to. “Out with it.”

His voice had dropped an octave and his drops from inside of your shirt, snaking around your waist and slapping you on the ass. You yelp and he does it again, rubbing soothing circles on the welt that was beginning to form. 

“I want to try…” You take a shaky breath, feeling how wet you had already gotten without being touched once. “I wanted you to tell me what to do. To myself, you know?”

“Hmm… you want me to tell you how to fuck yourself?”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to-”

“We’re doing it. Get up and get in the room, alright. I want that shirt off and you laying in bed with those legs spread.” He slaps your butt again, this time much gentler, and you stand, ignoring how shaky your knees were. The walk to David’s room was torture; no matter how many times you did this, you still got that familiar pit in your stomach of both fear and arousal. 

You unbutton your shirt the moment you're inside his room and drop it to the floor, crawling onto the bed. You lean up against the pillows and spread your legs, moving your hips in anticipation. You wanted to touch yourself already but with how David is you knew that would be a mistake. So you waited, hands clenched on the bedsheets to stop yourself. 

After what felt like hours, David finally entered the room. He had lost his shirt and pants, standing in his underwear with another cigarette in hand. Instead of coming to lay on the bed like you had expected, he sat in the armchair in the corner. He was positioned right in front of you and he loved the view. Your legs were spread, hair sticking to your face, your chest heaving. He hadn’t touched you, hadn’t let you touch yourself, and he can already see how soaked you are. 

“You’re really fucking desperate for this, aren’t you? Want to touch that cunt of yours so bad you’re practically on the edge already.” You say and do nothing though you feel yourself clench at his words. You needed to touch yourself. David takes a drag from his cigarette and stares at you, his features softening at the sight of you for just a second. “Alright. Gonna start out slow for me. Touch your tits.”

You do as ordered, fingers pinching and rolling your already hard nipples. You gasp, back arching and eyes closed. David held back his moan. What a fucking sight to behold. You kneaded your breasts, drunk with lust, and whimpered when David told you to stop. 

“I bet you could have come from that alone, couldn’t you? Fucking whore, so god damn desperate to get off. One hand only, got it? Drag your finger over yourself through your panties. Not enough for it to feel good, but enough that you want me to tell you to touch yourself harder.”

Your hand snakes down between your legs, brushing over your clothed slit and your back arches immediately at the friction. You wanted to touch yourself harder, to feel your finger pressing against your clit, but you can’t. Not until he tells you too. Your eyes open slightly and you nearly cum at the sight before you. David was sitting back, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other holding the cigarette. He was already hard and for a second you wanted to abandon your wishes and have him touch you.

“Fuck, baby… you’re so fucking beautiful like this. A good little slut for me. Take your panties off. Get yourself off.” Your underwear is off and tossed towards him before he even finishes his sentence. The minute your finger swipes up your clit you spill over the edge, back arching and legs closing. You’re gasping out curses and David’s name, stopping once you come down from your high. 

“Look at you. One fucking touch and you came. Fucking whore.” David says, leaning over to grab ahold of your underwear and you watch, heat crawling up your face, as he sniffs them. His eyes flutter shut and you swear you can see his cock twitch. “Christ. Soaked through these and we’ve just gotten started.”

“David, please, I want you. Want to feel you in me, please,” You beg, cunt aching for him. Your fingers worked but nothing is quite like David. He knew what made you tick and he would use it over and over again until you were sobbing from the overstimulation and then he’d stop, kissing you all over until you calmed down only to start right back up again. 

David laughs harshly, shaking his head. “No, you asked for this, remember? I’m not touching you tonight. You’ll cum plenty, but we both know it won’t be enough.” He grins at the whimper you let out. “Open your legs up, let me see your pussy. One finger, slow.” You oblige, slipping one finger inside of you easily. You began to pump it inside, the sound of your pussy filling the room in between your soft moans. “Slower.”

You slow down to an unbearable pace and he laughs at you again. “Please, David, please let me speed up. Fuck, please I need it.” 

“You wanna cum again? Add a finger, keep the same pace.” You groan as your middle finger joins in, both in annoyance and pleasure. You imagine David in you, slamming in and out at a pace faster than anything you could dream of. You imagine him fucking you against the wall, leg hiked up to his hip, hitting that one spot over and over again, not stopping even after you came.

“I fucking said go slow. You wanna cum? Because cock hungry sluts don’t get to.” Your eyes snap open to see David in front of you, his hand gripping your wrist, stopping your movements. His eyes had a yellow tinge to them and the thought of him turning made you squeeze around your stationary fingers. You nod and David let's go, returning to his spot in the chair before motioning for you to go ahead. “Disobey me again and I’ll make sure you don’t get to cum for another week.”

You start moving your fingers again, focusing on how slow you were going. You can’t let your mind wander. The pace is agonizing and right when you’re about to give up David tells you to stop.

“Suck your fingers.” He lets out a soft groan at the sight of you bucking your hips the moment your fingers enter your mouth. “Tell you what, we’re gonna take this a step further, okay? We’ll do red light green light.”

“Red light gree…? What does that mean?” His chair scrapes across the floor as he pulls it closer to you, just next to your legs where he could see both your face and your pussy. He grins, taking one final drag from his cigarette before stamping it out on the ashtray next to him on the table.

“Simple. When I say greenlight, you try as hard as you can to cum. Whatever you’d like, whatever pace you choose, anything goes. When I say red light, you stop. Hands off, body still. And you watch me jerk off in front of you.”

The mere thought of watching David fist his cock while you lay there unable to move is enough to get you to agree. You settle against the pillows again and open your legs wider and you gasp when you feel his fingers slide up your slit. You watch as he grins, showing his fingers off to you. They were covered in your cum. You scoff slightly but keep your eyes trained on him as he swipes his fingers over the tip of his cock, groaning. He was using you as lube.

“Red light. I’ve been waiting too fucking long to do this,” He says, sinking into the chair, hand lazily stroking himself. Your hands were at your sides and you were absolutely enamored at the sight of him. He moans, bucking his hips up to meet his fist. “Fuck, feels good. Just knowing you’re watching, wanting to touch yourself but you can’t, shit, it’s enough to make me cum already. Green light.” His hand leaves his cock immediately and you take a nanosecond to admire his restraint before your hand reaches down once more.

You set a steady pace with your fingers, pumping in and out fast, the sound of David’s heavy breathing giving you just a little more reason to cum. Your other hand goes to your chest, brushing over your nipples.  “David! Fuck, oh my god.”

“Red light.” You groan, pulling your hands off of (and out of) yourself. David starts pumping himself again, this time at a faster pace. At this rate neither of you were going to last long. “God, I just want to stand up and fuck you, you know that? You’re so god damn needy, fuck, you’re soaking the bed sheets. Wanna breed you like the bitch in heat you are. G-green light.”

He hesitates for just a second but you waste no time. Your fingers, up to three now, fuck into you at an alarming speed and your other hand has abandoned your tits, reaching down and rubbing circles on your clit. Your toes begin to curl, that familiar pit in your stomach coming back, growing and growing and growing and right when you’re about to cum…

“Red light.”

“FUCK. Fuck you, David, oh my god, fuck… fuck you. I was so close, so fucking close.” You stammer, tears forming in your eyes. The pit dies down, settling into your gut for the second time. David seems to be enjoying himself, pumping his fist with one hand, the other massaging his balls. He grunts, eyes trained on your pussy, reveling in the way it clenches around nothing, your slick dripping down onto the bed. 

“Fuck, feels fucking good. Your poor little pussy. Wants to be stuffed so fucking bad, doesn’t it? Beggin’ to be bred. Christ, Y/N, you see what you do to me? What that cunt of yours does to me?” He growls, hips lifting up to meet his fist. He throws his head back and lets out a long moan, your name coming a mile a minute. “Touch yourself. Come on, show me how fucking bad you want this.”

Your hand is back on your pussy, eyes squeezing shut again. You were so fucking close, so god damn close. Suddenly, your hand is ripped away from yourself and you open your eyes to see David climbing onto the bed overtop of you. Without warning, he slams himself into you, fucking you hard and fast and it feels so fucking good.

“Fuck, David! So close, please let me cum, please I need to cum so bad you feel so good, cock fills me up so fucking well,” You yell before you start rambling, begging him to make you cum. He’s groaning louder now, thrusts getting sloppy.

“Cum. Want that pretty pussy of yours to milk me, understand? Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, gonna fuck you till you can’t walk, gonna stuff you with my cum till you’re leaking.” He says in your ear, bending down and grabbing ahold of your legs, moving them closer to you. 

The orgasm comes quickly and hard. Your vision goes blurry and you let out a moan that was basically a scream of his name and soon after he cums, slamming into you harder, deeper, desperate to fulfill his promise of breeding you. He's growling, fingers digging into your thighs hard, mouth roaming your neck and biting at it. His movements slow until he’s still and he sits there inside you, the two of you panting. 

“That was fucking amazing,” You murmur, reaching a hand up to brush some sweat off of your face. He chuckles, nodding in agreement, before pulling out. You whimper at the empty feeling, closing your eyes and leaving your legs in position as he gets off the bed. A flash and the sound of a shutter. “David! What the hell?”

David stands in front of you, the polaroid camera positioned right in front of your cunt. He grins, taking the photo and waving it slightly before tossing both it and the camera onto the desk he had taken it from. Your legs drop down, and he chuckles, grabbing your underwear you had been wearing. “Lift.”

He slides the underwear back onto you but not before using his finger to stuff some of his cum that had slipped out back into you. You moan, back arching at the intrusion, and he laughs. “You did good, baby. Keep those on, alright?” As you nod you hear the familiar sound of engines growing louder and he looks down at you smiling. “And they won’t even know you’re dripping with my cum. Gonna fuck even more into you later, okay? You gonna be a good cock slut and take it?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Here,” He takes the now developed polaroid and tosses it at you, grabbing a pair of underwear and shorts from his dresser before tossing you a shirt as well. “Gonna be enjoying that sight on the days I can’t be with you.” You pick the photo up and gasp, feeling the heat crawling up your neck. He comes over and kisses you on the forehead. “Don’t worry baby, that’s just for us. Unless, of course, you wanna show them what a whore you’ve been?”

He leaves the room and you sigh, looking at the photo again. You were the subject, your legs spread and lifted wide. The focus of the picture wasn’t you but the cum that was leaking out of your pussy, the bed sheets underneath you soaked through. You toss it to the side, grinning, and put on the shirt he had given you. 

You wonder what kind of fun you could have if you show the boys what you had been up to while they were gone...

[jerzwriter]

Sunday Six 9-11-2022

So, writing has been a bit of a struggle lately. Sometimes ADHD is great for the creative process; sometimes, it's not. Lately, it's not. Confession: I feel like I've been disappointing my readers because I've gotten stuck on some series. Really, it sounds stupid, but the guilt eats at me sometimes. So I've been pushing myself to work on chapters, even when I'm just not feeling it. Then, they don't seem good, so I scrap them and start over. It's been a vicious cycle. I have too many series open right now (see ADHD comment above), and I have to recenter. They're all going to be finished, but for now, I think I have to write where my heart and my head are and not be so worried about "...but you need to get the next chapter of xxx out." So, in that vein, I'm going to give you very short peeks at some projects inspiring me right now. They're in the works; they'll be out soon. I ask you to please be patient with me as I work on the rest. You guys are great! ** Thank you **

Sneak peeks below:

Graduation Day | Ethan Ramsey, Tobias Carrick

The walls were beginning to close in. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be.

"Tobias!" her knuckles wrapped against the door, louder by the second. "Open this damn door. You know I'm not leaving until you do!"

A puff of air shot from his nose as his head shook, tossing the tie he had long since given up on tying across the room. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

Promises | Tobias Carrick, Ethan Ramsey, Bryce Lahella, Peter MacTavish (OC)

This wasn't his main watering hole, but he was familiar nevertheless. He must have walked in here dozens of times in recent years, always with his casual, nonchalant swagger. But today was different.

His eyes met name's, sitting at the end of the bar, and his signature smile spread on his face. It became a bit forced when he realized it wasn't returned. This is why he normally didn't do these things, but this time, it was worth it. Of that he was sure of it.

Untitled | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan)

The other side of the phone went silent.

"Kaycee, are you there?"

She was there, at least in body. Standing in their kitchen with her head flung back, she fixated on the receding lights in the ceiling. Perhaps they would help keep her from losing her mind. Her arms hanging low at her side, Ethan's voice emanating from her phone. She knew he wouldn't hang up, so, wearily, she lifted it back to her ear.

"I'm here," she answered, "where else would I be?"

That's all folks.

I know I owe you a lot - and I promise I'll get to it. Thanks for being patient with me! 😘

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[bowdownbucky]

𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐃 , 𝐁𝐀𝐃 !

part two!

summary- you have an encounter with rebecca barnes older brother.

warnings- kissing, slight language and hickeys.

pairings- innocent! reader x college! bucky barnes

bye— i had a dream about this and i deciddd to make it a reality. lemme know if you want an actual story cause there is more to this!! not proof read(sry!)

you and rebecca barnes had been best friends for as long as you can remember, but what you don’t know was that she had an older brother. his name was james but everyone called him bucky, bucky first grasped you attention when you and rebecca were putting flyers around the school for you homecoming dance.

you passed becca the bright flyers, watching her on the ladder as she taped them to the walls. “so i booked our hair appointments at ten? is that good?” becca asked you, you often had a habit of drifting off into space but rebecca quickly put you back on earth. “hello! earth to y/n! i swear it’s like i’m talking to a brick wall.”

“sorry bexs, hair appointment, ten, got it.” she rolled her eyes at you. you and rebecca have small conversations until a loud voice bellows through the hallway. “rebecca what the hell?” you watched as a brunette with pretty blue eyes walks toward you. rebecca climbs down the ladder with her hands on her slender hips.

“what do you want bucky? cant you see i’m busy.” rebecca pointed at you and the flyers, bucky eyed you up and down but didn’t pay you any kind. “would you hurry up! i got somewhere to be.” bucky huffed.

“yeah, like smoking pot with your shitty friends is so important. why are you here anyway? i told you to pick me up at seven.” you stay silent as bucky and becca bicker back and forth, you never knew of bucky’s existence and wonder why becca never mentioned him.

“do i look like a chauffeur? hurry up.” bucky rushed his sister. rebecca turned to you and gave you a big hug. “do you need a ride?” you shook your head. “no, steve is picking me up later.” rebecca wiggled her eyebrows at you. you and steve weren’t super serious but you did claim each other, well you claimed him.

“tell me all the deets later!” rebecca gushed. “there won’t be anything to tell, he’s just taking me home.” rebecca rolled her blue eyes and waved goodbye as she caught up with bucky. what you don’t realize was that bucky had gotten a couple glances at you but somehow you were too naive to notice.

friday rolled around and you were sleeping over at the barnes house, you were excited about homecoming, considering it would be your last one as a highschooler. rebecca showed you her dress, which was a pretty pale blue which matched her eyes. you admired your best friend, she was pretty and what every guy wanted, you were her sidekick and you were okay with it. “i like it but i want mom to add some more sparkles and make a cute slit.” becca explained to you. you normally let becca talk for most of your sleepovers, she never really let you get a word in and she always had something to say.

“i’m gonna go see if mom is up to make a few adjustments to my dress. be right back. make yourself at home y/n” you nodded, painting you nails white. you curse to yourself when you over painted your nails, you walked through the hallways, as you made your way to the bathroom you admired the family photos the barnes had placed on a accent table.

you pick up a picture of bucky, seeing him smile made you feel warm inside. he looked just like his mother, the same blue eyes and cheeky smile. you carefully place the picture down and approached the brown bathroom door which was cracked. you opened the door only to become wide-eyed, seeing bucky inhale the smoke coming from his joint. “oh-sorry! t-the door was cracked. i assumed no one.” bucky held his hand up to cut you off from speaking. you immediately shut up not wanting to upset him.

“no worries. shit the door would ya?” you slowly pushed the door close behind you, you mind was telling you to run but you body stayed, intrigued but the boy i from of you. “this is the only place i can get some alone time, mom is always asking about college and dad is going on about finding a job. kinda hard to get high in my room.” he said, blowing smoke out of the window. “so how’s your stay at casa de barnes?” you didn’t dare look at how red his eyes were. you stared at the ground.

“not the talkative type huh? kinda hard to imagine you and my sister as friends. she never shuts up.” bucky released the joint from his lips and held it out to you. “how rude of me, go ahead.” you opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. you closed it and shook your head.

“good girl, wouldn’t want to ruin you.” you knees almost bucked at his words. you didn’t even know him and he already had you wrapped around his fingers. “so you going to the home coming dance?”

“y-yes, i’ve b-been planning with beck.” you suprised your self when you spoke. you don’t know how you could speak but he had a hold on you and you were stuck in the bathroom fo. with him for the time being. “miss that stuff to be honest, me and the guys used to have so much fun. and the girls, so nervous, wait g for guys to dance with them. but the girls now are different. they don’t have that innocence anymore.” bucky eyes you up and down like you were his next meal. “well some of them don’t.”

he stood up and you hitched your breath, suddenly afraid to breath around him. he made you nervous but he liked it. it kept you on your toes. he walked up to you, dangerously close, you felt his breath fawning over you you, a mixture of weed and cherry suckers. he reached his hand behind you, locking the door. “wouldn’t want to get caught now would we?” his hand traced yours as he drew another hit from his joint. he blew the smoke into you face expecting you to flinch but you stood tall, face to face with him.

he hummed at you, you wish you could enter his mind and figure out what he was thinking. “you know, there’s something about you. you’re not like becca, all prissy and shit. you’re pure, i bet you’ve never ever been kissed before, ain’t that right doll?” he was mocking you and you liked it. you nodded and his smirk grew wider. he moved closer to you which you don’t think was possible. “i bet you taste nice and sweet. you wouldn’t mind if i had a taste right?” he taunts.

before you could speak his lips, brushed over yours. you couldn’t believe you’d be having your first kiss with your best friend‘a brother. he now had his lips fully enclosed on yours, you could taste a hint of vodka on his lips and it was bitter but the bitterness was overpowers by the sweetness of the cherry sucker. he kissed you deeply, his left hand leaving his side and coming to you like a rocket heading to space. his hand touches your waist, lifting you shirt a bit so he could feel your soft skin.

he nudged his leg between your thighs, feeling you pulsating core on his leg. you gasped at the feeling, giving bucky access to slipping his tongue into your mouth. he roamed you mouth like he was trying to find treasure. he moaned into the kiss, pushing you back and forth against him, creating a hot friction to his thought and your hot core. you let out a tiny moan, you could feel him smirk on your lips.

he removed himself from you now red lips and kissed down from your jawline to your neck. “wait, i-i have a boyfriend.” you knew it was wrong of you but steve never was touched you like this, it wa as new experience and you didn’t want it to stop.

“shhh babydoll, i’ll take care of you.” he sucked on you neck leaving dark purple and red bruised, your blank canvas would be littered with his touch. you didn’t want the feeling of euphoria to stop but it sadly had too when rebecca knocked on the door. “y/n would you hurry up? i need you to paint my nails.”