#just a kind of blank stare of 'this is certainly information i am recieving'

[thedreadvampy]

unfortunately the world is too fucking messed up so I am currently unable to give a shit about how messed up everything is because it's all too big and if I get upset about any of it my entire ability to be a person will come crashing in

normal service will resume as soon as possible

[fandomwritingbit]

I don't know about you, but tests and all that scary stuff is coming around for me next week, and all year I've been having horrible little thoughts about William lately.

So get this, lets say you actually study for that type of stuff (i know i don't) and you just can't get the information to stick in your head!

✨Magically!✨ You or Will, idrc comes up with the bright idea on how to get it to stick in your head by sitting on his dick and reading or going over whatever you've gotta remember

i might've read this somewhere butttttt, i'm a needy little whore at 1 am lets goooo

Before I forget, I love your fics and I have never submitted one before so...! As usual, drink your water, eat some food, and remember to get rest! unlike some of us Lastly, don't forget to sexualize your favorite old man/woman/other

Hi, thanks for the request, this one was an absolute joy to recieve, I love all your little asides lol. Please feel free to send others!

Exams season is a killer and I really hope you get what you want out of it, just remember that tests and numbers and shit don't define you as a person Xx

That being said, whilst this may not be the most optimal way to study, its certainly the most enjoyable...

william afton x (gn)reader

A/N- Reader's between 18 and early 20s. William is a neighbour, for my plot convenience lmao.

You're sitting at the kitchen table to do some studying today, rather than barricaded in your room as usual. You'd read something online about a change of scenery being good for remembering stuff and because your parents were out it seemed a good opportunity.

With each passing minute, you dawned to the conclusion that that post was bollocks because it wasn't working.

You had your laptop open in front of you, surrounded by a frankly obnoxious amount of papers, trying to wrap your head around content for an exam tomorrow. But each time you wrote a line it was like your mind was rubbed blank, Men in Black style. It was so frustrating, and you knew you should have done it earlier but, good god, why was it so hard to remember anything?

So engrossed in feeling inadequate, you flip the laptop shut angrily, tilting your head back so it touched the chair in anguish. Defeated. It was as you did this that you clocked a figure in the kitchen doorway, making your body jerk up-right and turn round in one fluid moment.

Keep reading

"Mr Afton, how long hav- what are you doing here?" you blurt out, quick to try and compose yourself, you weren't physically or mentally ready for guests, especially ones you'd been casually hooking up with since you moved back home.

"Just dropping this off for your dad. I didn't want to interrupt cos you seem to be... trying not to cry?" 

He laughed as he said the last part, moving over towards you and helping himself to a chair. Pushing all your papers to the side without asking. "What's wrong then, been missing me?"

Usually you'd laugh at that but you just shrug at him, half angry at his expression and half at your situation. "You know, I could fucking cry." You do manage a laugh, but its shaky, "Because I'm going to fucking fail this fucking exam because I can't drill any of this shit through my fucking thick fucking skull." You rattle off quickly, each use of 'fucking' harsher than the last.

...

You hadn't really meant to let any of that out. But frustration had taken hold a bit too strongly there.

Afton just stared at you for a few seconds, his lips pressed into a hard line and you could tell he was trying not to laugh at you. You were a bit unsure how you'd react if he did.

After a few moments of silence you place your forehead in your hands and mutter 'sorry'.

"You're alright. Though you shouldn't be studying whilst you're upset, no wonder nothings going in."

"...If you tell me to calm down, I'll lose it." you say, head still in hands, laughing a bit at how much this was bothering you, it was an exam, a booklet of paper, what kind of melt would be this upset. Literally everyone else, you suppose. You take a deep breath.

"Right. Uh when's the test?" he asks you, half looking at a sheet of notes, his interest quickly peaked.

You laugh shortly. "9am."

"Then you've got... What, 20 hours? You've got time to calm down and revise." He put his hand on your shoulder, "You, sweetheart, need to relax."

You swat his hand away, laughing at his cockiness you could tell where this was going, "That's why you came over then? Heard dad's car door shut and your shoes were half-on I'll bet?"

He flashed you a smarmy grin, "You're not far wrong." You shake your head, messing about with this prick was the last thing you should be doing, but the first thing you needed.

"You know, if this type of revision isn't working for you... I heard that associating information with a sense can help you remember things."

You could hardly believe him, seeing you upset and still vying for what he came for. A risky move, Really. You suppose it took cojones, could have made you want to grab a hold of his, or squash them under your shoe.

"Oh yeah?" you ask sarcastically, "What are you suggesting?"

~

You're not sure how long it took for fresh marks to appear on your neck and your pants to be around your ankles, but you quickly find yourself sitting on his lap and letting his cock slip inside you.

As familiar as the low grunt from behind your ear was becoming, the feeling of him stretching you open always surprised you.

You raise your hips up and press back down again, moaning slightly, he let you slowly ride him for a few moments before, just as your rhythm increased, he grabbed your hips.

"Easy," his voice was thick, brushing against your neck, "You're supposed to be fucking studying."

You groan your protest, a hair away from booing him. "What is it you study again?" His question makes you laugh and you lean back against him with your back arching, causing him to grunt. He gripped your hips harder now forcing you still.

"Fuck 's sake. History."

He hummed in your ear, thinking for a minute, whilst your body throbbed around him desperate for some kind of stimulation. "And what's this on?" He could tell you were aching for something so he pushed you forwards, dragging you back, the angle allowing him to press so fucking deep.

"Come on, sweetheart."

"Civil war. Spanish."

Your gruff answer mirrored his growing frustrations.

"And uh... I don't- who won that?" The fact he couldn't move inside your tight hole was making him white-knuckled with restraint.

"-Nationalists."

With your one word answer that was enough studying for the both of you. He started to move your hips along him, letting your eager pace take over.

You knew that you were going to be up all night doing this now, but you didn't really mind.

[natt-the-kitty-cat]

Not as Normal as it seems

So this is a short novel I wrote as a part of an English project a while back. We got some famous (and old as fuck) book openings to choose from, and were then to write a little novel thing about it. 

The later half of the task was to recieve someone elses story and rewrite it as a news article but nevermind that

Here is what I wrote:

All this happened, more or less. I don’t know how I know it, I just do. The information has always been there, the memories have always existed in my mind. Whether as a dream or as a real event can be up for debate. I have no idea how they got there, but somehow it managed to. The memories are strange to say the least, though they are also quite terrifying. I have no idea who originally witnessed what happened, they never left any clues as to who they could be. But what I get to see is terrifying, and it all starts out in the middle of a beautiful city.

I’m walking along the streets, admiring the lovely buildings and astonishing architecture. I have seen it many times before, but it’s so beautiful I can’t help but stand in awe as I let my eyes wander down the row of buildings. People are walking all around me, every single one of them dressed solely in white robes; their hair all pulled up in complicated hairdos. Though this doesn’t bother me in the slightest. In fact, I was expecting them all to look like this. It’s a day like any other, the two suns shining down at our city from a lovely and clear green sky. Nothing strange, only normal. I’m once again walking towards the castle. I have something to tell the queen, something very urgent and important. But I can’t help but fall under the effects of the intoxicating and alluring music that echoes in between the buildings. It’s like a drug; blurring out my thoughts and forcing a feeling of security and calmness over me. But under all of that my emotions are burning with panic. I know I shouldn’t be calm; I know this music isn’t normal. I want to cover my ears; I know I should cover them. But I don’t. I continue to walk at a slow phase down the street, my mind wittering away more and more as the music continues. I can no longer remember where I was supposed to go. I know I had to tell someone something, and I know it was urgent. But the more I try to remember, the further away I drifted. Soon nothing but emptiness exists within my mind; only a blank space spanning into oblivion. I’ve stopped walking, my gaze empty as I no longer know what I’m looking at. My eyes are open and I can see what’s lying ahead of me; but my mind can’t register it. Everyone around me has stopped as well, blankly staring into empty space. The music is no longer playing and the street is dead silent. There is no wind, no talking, no sounds; no signs of life. Then, a bright red light coming from above. I can feel a heat scorching across my skin, burning it up and tearing it apart. I want to scream, I want to run away; I want to make it stop. But I remain still, not as much as flinching at the immense pain. Everyone is burning; skin, hair and clothes melting away right in front of my eyes. The smell of burnt skin sticks in my nostrils, the sound of stone cracking almost ear-deafening. I can see the blood red flames engorging us all growing larger and larger as we  slowly burn away. Then I can suddenly feel my body drop to the ground, the pain of hitting the hard pavement making me gasp for air before everything goes black.

I can hear people talking loudly; but it’s a language I do not recognize, yet still I understand. I can feel the weight of burnt bodies lying on top of me, making every breath of air feel heavy. My eyelashes are melted together and I can no longer open my eyes. I lay still, praying and hoping that they wouldn’t find me. This is what I was afraid of; what I was trying to prevent from happening. But it happened anyway….. I wasn’t fast enough; I should have informed the Queen about the signs of their arrival earlier! However I am not allowed to lay and contemplate over my mistakes for all too long. When I suddenly feel someone grab a hold of my ankle I am unable to hinder them from dragging me out of my hiding spot. The smell of burnt flesh is even stronger out in the open air than down on the ground. I can feel my stomach wanting to turn itself inside out, but I force myself to swallow what wanted to come up.

“This one is still aliiiiive~!”A cranky voice exclaims, the tone a mix of amusement and irritation that sends chills down my spine. The language is one that I do not recognise or understand, yet I somehow still know exactly what they are saying. They are holding me in the air upside down, presumably examining me. I can feel a sharp claw slide from my belly and all the way down to my throat, making me gulp in pure fear. Cold hands are raking across the burnt skin on my face, a low humming sound coming from the person doing it.

“Kukuku, we’ll certainly have fun with this one~” They suddenly say, pain abruptly flashing through my body as I try to jerk backwards. The cold hands are now gripping my throat, having just ripped off my eyelashes and forced me to open my eyes. I try to breathe, but no air enters my lungs as I open my mouth. The faces looking at me are horrifying. Dark, twisted grins staring at me from a deformed face with glowing red eyes.

“We found youuuuuu” A voice echoes; scratchy, rough and dark. A stabbing in my belly, pain flaring up once again as I can feel myself being thrown to the ground. They are all walking towards me, strange and terrifying weapons held in their hands. I open my mouth to speak.

“They are coming, the race killers are coming for your world-!!” I can hear myself say, but something is wrong. The voice speaking is coming from me, yet I know it’s not mine. The words spoken are from a language I do not know, yet I understand exactly what is says. Time has stopped, everything is still and dead. The monsters are frozen, not moving, not breathing, not existing. And neither am I.

I jolt awake with a scream. Sweat is running down my back, making my shirt cling to my body in an uncomfortable manner.  It was that dream again; that strange, strange dream. It has been plaguing my mind for all of my years alive, but never once have I ever been able to understand it. I know it’s not just a normal dream, I’ve dreamt it far too many times for it to be normal. As I sit and think back at it, I notice the same pattern I’ve seen for months now. The dream is becoming more and more detailed. ‘The race killers’, I wonder who they are. And I wonder what happened to the person seeing it all; I wonder what happened to me. The dream always ends the same, and I never get to know what happens next. I open my eyes and glance around the room, but everything is as it was when I went to bed. However, something outside doesn’t seem to be right. From the big window in the other end of the room, on the other side of the curtain, is a strange red light. And, isn’t that music playing? I slowly stand up, carefully walking over to inspect what’s going on outside. As I cautiously move the grey curtains to the side, I’m met by the sight of something taken straight out of my nightmares. “The race killers are coming for your world” The words are flying around in my mind as I can feel the familiar pull in the back of my head. This can’t be real. I can see them walking around among the people outside, I can see them looking around for survivors. The smell of burnt flesh gradually starts to reach my nostrils, making my tired body flare instantly awake. Bodies are lying all across the street, burnt beyond recognition. They are walking from door to door, knocking as the drug-like music continues to play. I take a horrified step backwards, trip over something and fall down onto the floor. I gasp desperately for air, hyperventilating as I try to think of a way to escape. But my dreams are of no help. Nothing escapes these monsters, no race survives their visits…... And then I hear it, a knock on the door.

I felt awfully sorry for my friend who had to rewrite this into a news article of some kind, which also had to make sense to some degree-

A 14 year old shouldn’t come up with shit like this

I’m really mean sometimes XD