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zaceouiswriting · 6 months

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The helpful teacher

Character: Jeremy Gilbert x teacher!male reader

Universe: Vampire Dairies

Warnings: Smut, inappropriate relationship between teacher and student, slightly forced sexual relationship but also not really

“Please, don’t forget your homework! The last essay showed me that you all have to work harder!” I call after my students without results. Sighing, I glanced at my grades sheet. Of twenty-five students, fifteen failed, and only two scored above average. Even though I haven't been a teacher for long, this course is far worse than any other I've taught this far. One of them, in particular, grinds my gears: Jeremy. I read some of his works before my class, and they were excellent. His downfall is truly heartbreaking.

Just as I was thinking about why one of the best students had fallen, there was a crash in my classroom. My eyes immediately jumped up. Back there in the class was none other than Jeremy himself. He is moving slowly as if he were drunk. He has trouble freeing his backpack from his chair. Jeremy shook and pulled until he stumbled back with his freed backpack in his hands.

With a gloomy smile, he threw the backpack over his shoulder and wandered towards the door.

“Stay for a moment?” I ask him harshly.

Hearing the tone in my voice makes him jump, his eyes widening as he realizes I'm still in the same room. I could immediately tell that something was wrong. His pupils are dilated, his eyes bloodshot. He reluctantly comes towards me, his hands in his pockets.

“Sit down.“

Jeremy follows my orders, seemingly knowing he's already in enough trouble. And he is, especially with his low grades.

“Would you like to explain why you’re drunk in my class?”

“I’m not drunk,” he speaks rather slowly.

“What then?“

Dismissively he crossed his arms before his chest. But sighs a moment later and says, "It does not matter. It’s not like you or anyone cares.”

At this point, I'm already upset. My disappointment is immeasurable. Still, I want to help him. But I can only do that if he wants help, too, and that doesn't seem to be the case.

"Then explain to me why someone as smart as you is failing every class and even got an F in a class you once excelled in."

He only sits there in silence. Anger burns in his eyes, but there is also something else, a pain that begs for help. As long as he keeps quiet, no one can help him.

“If you don’t answer me, come over here and bend over my desk.”

He tilts his head, confusion written all over his face. But my patience is already running out. In a decision that seems strange even to me, I step forward, grab him by his sweater, and pull him to his feet. Only to lead him to my desk, push him against it, turn him around, and slam his torso onto an open surface.

Before he could say anything, I pull his pants down. It's baffling why some teenagers don't wear belts. But I have to admit, it can be convenient in certain situations.

“You can’t do that!” He tries in vain to change my mind. But it's already too late.

I pull his underwear down enough to reveal his ass, a pretty and pale one at that. He's obviously never shown it to the sun, which is sad because Jeremy is rather attractive, and just from his butt alone, I can tell his body isn't bad either.

Strangely, he didn't try to get away. Even though his hands were balled into fists, with which he could've easily pushed me away. I would be lying if I said I didn't like it somewhere. He even looks like he's enjoying it, but it was most likely due to his drunken state.

With a sudden slap, I brought Jeremy back to reality, but even though my slap on his ass cheek was pretty hard, he didn't make a sound. Wondering why, I take a look at his face. I see him biting his bottom lip, his eyes are closed, and a shy smile coupled with a blush spreading across his cheeks shows me a darker side of him.

Riled up by his show of want for this punishment, I give him an entire spanking. However, he still doesn't make a sound. It somehow got me angry and disgusted with him. So I quickly take out a ruler. For a second, I see Jeremy open his eyes, but before he can see my new weapon, I swing and slam the ruler on his butt. For the first time, a scream comes from his lips, satisfying me. Suddenly, I feel something moving in my pants as I look down. I become horrified to see myself getting hard. Disturbed by my body's reaction, I dropped the ruler to the floor.

My hand moves of its own accord, caressing his ass and absorbing the sight of his ruddy glory. But soon, one of my fingers found his crack. Feeling bold, I let a finger wander towards it. But Jeremy told me to stop before I could get too far into it. Shocked that he finally found his words, I did as asked, at least for the moment. He still didn't move, so, encouraged by his unmoving position, I slid my finger through it again and even poked his hole.

I never in my life thought Jeremy would slam his hand on my desk and tell me to stop in a deep, sexy, authoritative tone. I'm so shocked that my knees buckled. Could a man younger and smaller than me really make me falter?

Then suddenly, what I had been wondering finally fell from my lips, so I ask, “Why didn't you move if you didn't like it?”

Silence. Jeremy didn't move, but he didn't say anything either. I try to stand up again, thinking he wouldn't say anything more, that I'd gone too far.

“Because you didn't tell me to,” he says, embarrassed.

Stunned by his words, I fall to my knees again. I try to think of what he could mean, but it quickly sends me into a whirlwind of thoughts. It's getting so bad my head is spinning.

“So if I told you to turn around, would you do that?”

He hummed in agreement but nothing else. So I tell him to turn around, and he does. His underwear is still in the same position, just with the second-largest tent I've ever seen. So large, in fact, that I think he could use it as a real weapon, at least to destroy someone's guts.

“Fuck!“

“What?” asks Jeremy, nervously.

But I’m too far gone at that point. I leap forward, pulling his underwear down completely. As his large, thick cock jumps in my face, all I could do was look up. For the first time, I see how handsome Jeremy truly is. Before I know it, my right hand is wrapped around his cock while my left fondles his big balls. He again bites his bottom lip.

“Are you doing everything I tell you?” Jeremy nods silently. "So if I told you to slam me on the floor and fuck me hard, would you do that?" He nods again. “And if I told you to kiss me, would you do that too?”

“Everything,” he says to me, trying not to moan.

“What if I tell you I want to do something to your ass?”

Suddenly his hands grab mine, and in an angry voice, he says, “Everything but my ass.”

I am shocked by his sudden change in behavior. Out of nowhere, I feel a knot explode in my stomach, and before I know it, I cum hard in my underwear. My whole body convulses violently. If Jeremy hadn't held me by the arms, I would have fallen sideways like a sack of potatoes.

It takes me a moment to come back to my senses, but Jeremy is still in the same position and seems unaware of the effect he's really having on me and my body.

"So you're a service top?" I ask, out of breath as soon as the fog in my head has cleared.

"What is that?“

“Doing whatever your partner sexually wants to satisfy him and make sure he enjoys every damn second of it. Like a good boy.”

Jeremy blushes at my words. It's quite adorable. He swallows loudly, clearly unsure of his next words. He whispers quietly, “I want to be a good boy.” He looks away shyly, biting his bottom lip again before clearing his throat and shrugging his shoulders. “As long as someone drains my balls, I don’t care.”

The second part obviously serves his male pride, which he should preserve. Because damn, he looks hot being prideful. Looking at him with flushed cheeks while he bites his bottom lip, he looks submissive, but when I look into his eyes, there is something completely different, a dominating force that makes me shudder. He's obviously holding back, but how far could I push him? Would he ever break, or would he just get power through it?

His hands slowly withdrew and instead grabbed the edges of my desk so I could do whatever I wanted with his large member. He leans back and thereby makes himself vulnerable to me. Jeremy is so young and yet mature enough to handle such a situation.

I look at his cock again and slowly stroke it up and down. The rest of my discipline quickly faded.

“Fuck it,” I say in a desperate voice, just before I put his head in my mouth. It's already filling my mouth, and I haven't even put much of his cock into it. But the taste is bitter and sweaty. I take it out of my mouth but still stroking as I look up. “From now on, you will wash yourself everyday, understand?”

Jeremy nodded awkwardly, clearly unprepared for such an order. Although he seems to have forgotten all about it, when I open my mouth wider and take about a third of his member into my mouth, I elicit a long moan from him. His cock is already shaking on my tongue. Maybe it's the first time someone is touching him, but I didn't think he would cum so early.

Just as I was thinking about it, it happened. An enormous amount of liquid ambrosia fills my mouth, and I quickly have trouble swallowing. But in the end, I didn't lose a single drop.

After I clean his cock, I pull it out. But it didn't go down, which is perfect since I'm not done with him yet.

“Sit on my chair!“

“Wha-“

"Get a grip and get on my chair! You want to be a good boy, right? Then sit in my fucking chair!“

As I raise my voice, he scrambles like a child with his hand in the cookie jar. He almost knocked over my chair when he jumped on it. A sudden surge of guilt washes over me. Is he so emotionally starved that he would do anything to feel connected to someone in some way? Am I really taking advantage of an emotionally hurting boy?

As I ponder on my decision to ruin my life just for an affair with one of my students, I look at Jeremy again. Unwashed, probably for a few days, heavy bags under his bloodshot eyes and slurred words. But besides that, there is an eagerness in his eyes, the look of an injured or abandoned puppy wanting a connection. Even though I feel guilty, I want to help him, and if I get something out of it, all the better.

I slowly pull up my tight shirt and show the boy my vigorously trained body. He sat in amazement, staring at the body I was hiding. Shedding off my pants, I thought he was going to pass out. I'm not the biggest, but I have a great body and ass. Jeremy probably wouldn't find another ass this good in a long while, as I take extreme care of myself.

"Do you want to touch me first or-"

“Yes!” Jeremy shouts before I can even finish.

I smile at him and step closer to him so he won't have to get up again. When he still didn't move, I lean in and whisper close to his ear, "Touch me wherever you want, but don't you dare get up from this chair!"

Gulping loudly, Jeremy nods slowly. When I receive his answer, I straighten my back again and pose in front of him. His hands roam over my body, discovering every little part of me. I even kneel down between his legs when he shows interest in my upper body, where he immediately starts touching me. He is so gentle, always silently asking with his eyes if everything is okay. He really is a sweetheart.

But when his soft hand caresses my warm cheek, he looks deep into my eyes. As soon as our eyes meet, I know I can't wait any longer. Before he could react, I stand up, push him back into the chair, and sit on his lap. He looks stunned the whole time.

"This is your first time, isn't it?" He gulped but nodded. “Well, then we have to make it memorable, right?” I ask, winking at him.

He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. It feels more like he's about to go to heaven. So to get him back, I move my ass, letting his big cock slide between my ass cheeks. He snaps back to reality and almost dares to touch me, but at the last second, he stops his hands from gripping my waist. This will be the most fun I've had in a long time. I'm sure about that.

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It's dark when I finally open the door to my classroom again. I have no idea how long we were in there. Jeremy is close behind me, exhausted, but the corners of his mouth are turned up in a happy smile.

"A good chat, Mr. Gilbert," I tell him, clearing my throat, "If we do this everyday, I'm sure you'll be back on track in no time."

“Everyday?” he asks, swallowing loudly.

But I didn't say anything else. Instead, I walk past him and go out. Luckily, the janitor hadn't made his rounds yet. I wait outside for Jeremy, who walks quickly past me with his head bowed without looking back, stirring something inside me.

As I get into my car, I sit there for a moment. Reaching for the seatbelt, it suddenly dawns on me. Did I just force one of my students to have sex with me to raise his grades? I slam my hands on the steering wheel and curse myself. How could I convince myself I would help a hurting young man like that? By using him? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

“Fuck!” I finally mutter and start the engine. Even though I know not to drive angry, I couldn't stay there any longer before someone would find me and ask why I was still there. Still, I couldn't stop cursing myself for something so stupid.

My therapists will be happy to hear that my impulse control seems to be gone again. Even after the many years of hard work, we had done. Except I should probably leave out that it was a student of mine. The least I can do for myself is not to sabotage myself further.

#jeremy gilbert x male reader #Jeremy Gilbert #vampire dairies #vampire dairies x male reader #x male reader #male reader #smut

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dizimdedinlen · 6 months

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#damon salvatore #vampire #vampire dairies

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accidentalslayer · 10 months

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Word Count: 1,952

Warnings: N/A for this chapter. Future chapters will explore darker elements, though

Author's Notes: New project, who dis?? Recently fandom-switched to Vampire Diaries/Originals & was inspired to write a little piece about two OCs interacting at the Mystic Grill.

From there on, the plot took hold of my soul, and now I'm writing a fic. Again. Lol.

Pairing: Yandere!Elijah & Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader (eventually)

Summary: Vincent Webb returns to Mystic Falls, Virginia after many years of avoiding his hometown. He decides to catch up with an old flame at the Grill only to be interrupted by his high school arch-nemesis: Richard Lockwood. How awkward for Vince! 🤣

Recommended Song: "Half of my Hometown" by: Kelsea Ballerini

Chapter One: The Prodigal Son

[October 1st, 1991

Mystic Falls, Virginia]

It hadn't changed. Not one bit. More than 5 years had passed without Vincent Webb, yet Mystic Falls was the same shit hole as it'd been on the day he'd skipped town. 'Like a mosquito caught in amber', he mused to himself, a grimace on his face, 'Or something else that refuses to change despite the march of time'. God was not without his keen sense of irony when he made this place, it seemed, and Vincent was glad that he had left right after graduating from MFHS. Glad that he'd gotten out of Virginia to explore the world. Away from any monster that went bump in the night...

But now, fate had brought him back to Mystic Falls.

The first thing Vincent did when he'd crossed the town line was visit the cemetery where his father laid and took a piss on the old man's tombstone. The second thing he did (immediately afterward) was shoot off a text: 'Hey, you free tonight? Meet you at our usual spot, be there in 30 minutes,' to his ex-girlfriend, Grace. The only woman to have ever stolen his heart or gotten him to consider a future in driving a family minivan around. That's how he'd ended up here at the Grill, tucked away within its backmost lobby, nursing a scotch past twelve. Observing his high-school nemesis, Richard Lockwood, as he flirted shamelessly in front of Carol Lockwood with their young, pretty waitress two booths over. No, some things never changed in Mystic Falls.

Footsteps approached his table. A pair of heels judging from the sound of their clacking on the polished wood floor. His eyes flicked downward to spy an all-too-familiar toe ring that he'd once bought for the girl that he'd loved as a teenager. Grace had arrived. And with her arrival, the ache of nostalgia in his chest. Vincent took a gulp of his drink to steady his nerves as she slid into the seat opposite of him.

"You know," he said, tone casual, "I thought Rich was always gonna end up with that Forbes chick. Not Carol. Remember how annoying they were in sophomore year making out during gym? Blech!! But, I guess he still likes blondes. Carol, though? Awful."

Grace rolled her sapphire eyes, "It's been YEARS, Vince, and /this/ is what you wanna lead with??? Not: 'Gee golly, Grace! I'm sorry for disappearing on you when you needed me, let me clarify what happened the night I literally vanished without a trace so I can take the years of STRESS I caused you off your shoulders! Forgive me, I'm a stupid fucking piece of shit, Grace'-"

"Grace-"

His ex's voice rose above his own, "-Grace, I know I don't deserve your forgiveness or your understanding. I'm so, so, so, sooooo very lucky that you're even talking to me right now! Grace, I'm going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, Grace-"

"Gracey-"

"-'Gracey', WHAT, Vincent?!"

Vincent looked pained when he answered her, regret etched in every wrinkle, and crease on his brow:

"You're right. I'm a piece of shit, Grace. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you the way I did back then. It's just...some family stuff happened after the accident. And I couldn't talk about it to anyone at the time. I didn't mean to hurt you. Honest truth, that wasn't my intention."

Deep, oceanic blues narrowed upon him. Grace stared at Vincent for a few breathless moments (skeptically, silently) as if attempting to bore a hole through his soul by sheer force of will.

"UGH, I can't stay mad at you!" she relented in a sudden huff, "I'm just glad you're alive. You have no clue how worried I was about you! We were all worried about you! There was a rumor that you'd died, Vince. That some kind of animal had gotten you out in the woods!"

A shadow fell over Vincent's face. He mumbled another apology to his ex, "Grace, I mean it. I'm sorry. I really truly am..."

"That's alright, Vince. It's water under the bridge now," she replied, grabbing the Grill's menu that lay on the table between them and browsing the selections, "Besides, you're going to buy me ALL the expensive booze I want tonight, anyways."

"Wait, I'm gonna WHAT??"

Grace snickered mischievously, then imitated his casual tone from before, "Payback, ya know? It's a thirsty bitch, Vince."

When Vincent met Grace Baker, it was freshman year of high school, and he'd just gotten swirlied by Logan Fell. While he was drying his hair with a paper towel in the men's bathroom, Grace had wandered out of its corner stall, gripping a pint of (half-drunk) Jack Daniels. Wearing that same cheeky grin she was wearing now, Grace offered him some, mentioning that: 'nerds like them had to stick together'. Tonight, the two of them were completing an ancient circle. This time around, it was Vincent's turn to buy the drinks.

Grace made his wallet hurt. She chose every ale and IPA off the reserve menu, then moved onto taking shots. Vincent tried to enjoy the moment, knowing full well that he was going to regret it all tomorrow. One way or another.

Their table piled up quickly with empty glasses, cups, and pitchers. As it did, their conversation grew more nostalgic. Both of them blamed it on the quality of the liquor.

"They hired a better fucking bartender since I've been gone! Do you remember the shit that David used to make for us back in the day?"

"Oh yeah!! We called it, uhhhh, "Witch's Brew" or something like that, right? It tasted so nasty but man did it fuck us up! Jodie could NOT hold that stuff down, though. Remember when she puked all over Mrs. Bennett's rug after Prom Party at the Grill?? And then we had to clean it up before she got home?"

"How could I forget?! Hahaha! I'm still scrubbing burger chunks out of my memory to this day!"

"Gross."

Their conversation grew more sentimental. They blamed it on how long it had been since either of them talked...

"You know, you were the only one back then who I could ever really be myself around. You just got me somehow. It was like we were...connected or something. Oh my God, that sounds corny as all fuck now that I say it, hahaha!"

"No, no, no, noooo! Not corny. Not corny for even a minute. Grace, I felt the same way. I didn't have to pretend around you. I could just be myself..."

"Same! We had our own language."

"Pig Latin. We used to make Mr. Brown SO MAD when he couldn't read our notes to the class. He was such a nosey prick back then!"

"Haha, yeah!! Yeah, he fucking was!! Remember when you literally ate your detention slip in front of him and he nearly had an aneurysm?! The little vein in his forehead was popping out, hahaha!!"

"Is Mr. Brown still teaching?"

"Naaahhh. Fired for taking pictures of his female students."

"Ha! Called it. I knew that guy was a creep!"

Their conversation grew more dangerous. They'd both blame it on themselves (and on each other) in the morning. One of them would swear that it had never happened at all.

"Our first date: do you remember where you took me??"

"Oh man, putting me on the spot. Uuuuhh, it was Fell's Church. We went to Fell's Church because I thought I was being edgy and cool. But you. You, uhhh, you said-"

"-I said the place smelt like raw ass so we left. We went to Grove Hill afterward. To that antique Bed and Breakfast for coffee."

"Yeah! Oh jeeze, that wasn't my best moment. It was the first date I'd ever had. I didn't know what girls wanted..."

"Get out!! Really?!"

"Serious as daylight."

"Do you ever...regret it? Even just a tiny bit? Your first date being with me? I-I know how much you loved Mercy-"

"I would've married you. I would've married you right after graduation."

"Oh..."

"Things just got in the way. Please, understand I never wanted to-"

Grace flinched. The warmth and approachability she'd possessed only a moment ago evaporated, replaced by a mask of ice. A practiced smile that didn't quite reach her eyes curved across her red lips. She put down her drink (a little forcefully on the table), feigning indifference while she spoke. But it was obvious that she wasn't happy with his heart-felt confession one bit.

"Look, Vincent," Grace said, shrugging, "We're all grown up now. We've made our own choices. You don't have to justify yourself to me, okay? Really. You don't! It's been YEARS since high school. As much as I miss it, I've moved on from ruminating about what could've been. And this surprise visit has been great, but... I really just want to get this over with so we can go back to our own lives. I'm missing Movie Night with my kids."

It was Vincent's turn to flinch now. Suddenly, he felt old. Like somehow, life had passed him by in the span of a blink.

"K-kids? You have kids??" He croaked, "When did that happen? How many do you...?"

Grace laughed, "Very first year into college! How scandalous, right?? Aaaand I've got two; an older son and a daughter. Alexander and Dawn. Dawn just had her birthday a couple of days ago. It was Beauty and the Beast themed. She was dressed up as Belle. She's been in a "princess everything" phase ever since she watched Sleeping Beauty. My son, though? He just really likes playing Street Fighter."

"Who's the-"

Vincent's mouth seemed to have trouble forming the words despite his best efforts. He pressed on valiantly, though...

"-the, ya know? The uh, father? Is he...?"

Grace flattened instantly. She sighed, rubbing at her forehead as if she had a big headache, "Just tell me why you're here, Vince. Tell me why you'd come back to Mystic Falls after all these years?? You haven't said a word to me since graduation! No, since before the accident! And you decide to appear tonight? Out of the blue? Just...randomly for shits and giggles? No, no. What's really going on, Vin-"

Two voices sliced through Grace's question and stole the moment:

"It's Vincent Webb!!"

"My, my! It IS! And with Grace Baker too!"

Both Vincent and Grace cringed as soon as they heard the sound. Memories flooded back to their previous lives in high school. And the humiliation they'd suffered together at the hands of the ones who'd just interrupted them; Richard Lockwood and his (now) wife, Carol Lockwood. Grace stood up immediately to leave. Vincent tried his best to follow suit but was stopped when Rich sat down in the empty space next to him, blocking off his escape route and locking him into the booth until Rich decided otherwise. Carol did the same with Grace.

"Well, I'll be damned!" Rich exclaimed, flashing a toothy smile at Vincent, "Aren't you a blast from the past?! I haven't seen you around my town in YEARS! And Grace, lovely to see you as always. How are your little ones doing?? What about that rambunctious son of yours?"

Carol laughed and subtly displayed the wedding ring she wore as she did so, "Oh, it's just like high school again! Isn't it, Rich?"

"Indeed," Rich agreed all too readily, "except I'm not giving this ol' boy here a flushie, hahaha! No, I kid, though. This man took his licks like a man! Isn't that right, Vince?".

Grace and Vincent exchanged helpless, annoyed glances between each other...

It was going to be a long night.

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kaicreech · 3 months

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Let's be honest for a second

#the vampire diaries #damon salvatore #vampire dairies #tumblr polls #tvdu #stefan salvatore #katherine pierce #kai parker #jeremy gilbert #klaus mikaelson #katherine petrova

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harmonyverendez · 1 year

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No Humanity Hope x Sister! Reader | Legacies - Season 4.

Summary: In Which Hope turns off her humanity and maybe, just maybe Y/ N is the key to her humanity.

Warning: Blood & Gore, Killing, Blood Drinking. Mention of killing, Ripping out hearts, Neck snapping. Etc.

Pairings: None, Except Hope & Landon.

Reader's POV

To say you were shocked when you heard Hope turned off her Humanity after learning that she killed Landon was shocking. Why did she kill the boy she loved? And why did she turn off her humanity? People who always do that are never the same, they always end up harming the person they love or destroying things.

Now here you were in the school library also known as Salvatore Library. Weird name, but it was fine.

Picking up a book, you begin to look over the words trying to find a way to get your sister out of the situation she was in.

But it seemed nothing worked.

If your friends couldn't get Hope to turn her emotions back on, then maybe you could.

But how can you when the world is on your shoulders?

A sigh left your lips as you found what you were looking for.

Humanity switch.

You carefully walked over to a table and tried not to lose your spot in the book, sitting down you run your finger over the words of the page.

And took in every word slowly and carefully.

“ Emotions, also known as humanity, are one of humankind's greatest strengths and weaknesses. Vampires and vampire-hybrids are able to feel emotions more strongly because everything is enhanced. Vampires also have control over their emotions. Emotions can empower witches and their magic, while werewolves are strengthened by anger, though they are also very susceptible to it. ”

Pausing your eyebrows were scrunched up and your eyes were wide, So humanity was just Emotions, and the person turned them off?.

You jump when the library doors open, a class is coming in. With a sigh, you grab the book and walk away trying not to be seen.

As you walked out the door, you didn't notice a pair of eyes looking at you.

Time Skip : New Orleans.

You were nervous, the family had invited Hope to New Orleans but your sister didn't know that this was Klaus ( You two's) father funeral.

If you knew your sister well, you would assume she would be in denial and think they were poking fun at her.

Which no one will.

This is serious.

You were currently at the table looking over words in a book you found from the library.

You look up when you see your sister coming in. She made eye contact with you, and you felt a shiver run through your spine.

“ Hello, Hope. How are you sister? ”.

Hope narrowed her eyes at you and walked forward, her footsteps seemed to get louder and louder in the quiet room with every step she took.

“ Where is Aunt Rebekah? And what is going on? ”.

You forced a smile and closed the book you were reading.

“ Nothing is going on hope. We are just worried about you”.

Hope eyes flashed and you instantly grew scared. You were not as powerful as she was, so you knew her mindsetsate isn't normal at the moment.

And you had to be careful what you said and how you said it.

Closing your eyes you took in a deep breath, relaxed, and prepared yourself for the worst outcome.

“ Hope we are here for you”.

“ What the hell is that supposed to mean? ”.

Hope, your sister didn't get a chance to say more until Rebekah and Freya.

You sighed.

You were just glad you didn't have to talk everything in.

But the look on your sisters face was telling it all.

She was looking for trouble.

#hope mikealson x reader no humanity #Twin sister #Sister reader #Legecies #alaric saltzman #lizzie saltzman #josie saltzman #no humanity hope #Hope Mikaelson x sister reader #Violence #Drama #Killing #Mystery & Supense #vampire dairies #the orginals #klaus michaelson #rebekah mikaelson #freya mikaelson #Character death

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iamyk0 · 5 months

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Heyy! This is my first post on Tumblr..of course it has to be Katherine! For more fun stuff!

#katherine pierce #vampire #vampire dairies #stefan salvatore #nina dobrev #paul wesley #cw

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sunflowerbubba · 6 months

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Bubba and his worm lol he’s always photogenic

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there-are-many-ways-to-smile · 11 months

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I never questioned it but can vampires from the vampire diaries even eat food? because Caroline was always around food aka her friends giving. Like i feel we never saw them eat so was it just a decoration

#tvd #vampire dairies #caroline forbes #the vampire diaries

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songsandsonnets · 1 year

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Introduction

Hey Everyone

I have just now remembered I have never done a formal introduction so here it is.

Hey. I’m bisexual teenage girl who is a writer, reader and movie fan. I’m in a lot of fandoms. The Walking Dead, Killing Eve, K-pop, His Dark Materials, The Shadow Demons Saga, A Series of Unfortunate Events and once in the vampire dairies fandom. I also was maybe in the twilight fan club at some point but you have no evidence. I don’t think I’m out of my vampire era yet.

As I said I'm a writer. I write across all genres and forms but at the moment I’m working on poems and a short story hoping to submit to publication. Anyway that’s a bit about me. Tell me a bit about yourself.

#introduction #introducing myself #bisexual #writer #reader #movie fan #the walking dead #killing eve #kpop #his dark materials #shadow demons saga #a series of unfortunate events #vampire dairies #twilight #vampire era #fan club #poems #poet

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randomdreamerwriter · 1 year

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Hey everyone of the queens, kings, and non-binary royals.

An old friend/cousin of mine recently got back intouch with me. They love to write fanfiction about old sorts of things.

The thing is though, they aren't confident with their stories for (who knows how many people) reading them.

They sent me a screenshot of what stories they want to write first so which ones should they start with?

Type in the comments what you think sounds like a good book and you want to read.

#chapa de silva #writing inspiration #lgbtq #ray manchester #writers life #vampire dairies #supernatural #harry potter #Iris Potter #royalty #story ideas #story

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zaceouiswriting · 9 months

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It's always the small guys

Character: Jeremy Gilbert x male reader; mentioned Tyler Lockwood, Matt Donovan

Universe: somewhere in Vampire Dairies

Warnings: slight Angst, slight fluff

Y/N moved slowly, unable to straighten his sore legs more than a few inches at a time. His back was strained from the previous day's activities.

His strange movements were not immediately noticed by those around him, except for the person he was approaching. Inwardly, he berated himself for doing such stupid things during the week when school and football practice inevitably came up.

Just a short distance from one of his longtime best friends, he winced and needed to rest for a moment when he accidentally took a normal stride, causing pain in his aching body.

At that moment, Matt, Y/N's best friend, noticed him and gave him a questioning look. "Are you all right, bro?" he asked. His thoughtless question sent Y/N into a spiral of doubt. Wasn't he paying enough attention to seem normal? But then again, Matt has always been more observant than most people - except when it comes to Elena, in which case he's blind as a stone.

Y/N took a deep breath to calm himself and answer his friend's question, but the sudden expansion of his lungs increased his pain into overdrive. With an almost inaudible groan, he crashed loudly into the lockers to his friend's left.

Concerned, Matt stepped into action, stabilizing his almost-falling friend. "I'm fine," Y/N unconvincingly tried to sway Matt's opinion of his dire situation.

"Okay, let's... get you up for now," Matt tried to show his innocence but was just as unconvincing as his friend had been before. Although Y/N and Taylor, their mutual second best friend and third musketeer, always joked about Matt's apparent lack of intelligence, he once again marveled at his friend's attentiveness. "How about we try again, maybe without the lies?"

For a second, Y/N thought he heard assertiveness in his gentle friend's voice but pushed those silly thoughts away. Knowing he could not even command a flock of ducks if he tried.

"I just...I overdid my exercises yesterday," Y/N finally admitted.

But the only reaction he got from his friend was a raised eyebrow and his arms folded across his chest. He knew what that meant. Matt was readying himself to lecture him... again.

"How many times do I-"

"Hey. Woah, what's going on here?"

Y/N sighed with relief when he saw Tylor. His glittering eyes pointed at his rescuer, who leisurely walked towards them. When Tylor noticed the longing gaze aimed at him, a one-sided grin suddenly appeared on his square face.

"So you finally realized?" He asked ominously as he reached his two friends.

Suddenly the atmosphere around the three friends changed. Matt’s questioning, slightly disapproving look now stat fest laying on Tylors’ trained frame. His button-up shirt is open - for some reason. It wasn’t warm enough for something like that yet and didn’t even wear his letterman jacket, which he never lefts without.

"What?" Y/N and Matt asked in unison.

"That you want a piece of me. I always knew the day would come when you realize I'm the only one who can give you what you really need."

He came painfully close to Y/N, took his hand, and ran it over his beautifully chiseled torso. Y/N felt more than uncomfortable but remained frozen in place. His second best friend was undoubtedly attractive, but it would've been like sleeping with his brother. Even thinking about it made him shudder.

"Back of Tylor! Y/N already has a boy toy that he is very much in love with!"

The eyes of the boy being spoken about widened in shock at hearing his gentle friend's blunt comment. His eyes searched the hallway, hoping no one had heard his indecent words, especially not him. His left hand flew within seconds, landing over Matt's running mouth, rendering him unable to speak. Y/N's eyes were even larger than before. With fear clearly visible inside them.

"Are you out of your mind?“ He asked him angrily, in a whispery tone.

Just as Matt was about to respond, eyes glittering like those of a kicked golden retriever. Another voice interrupted him.

“What is going on here?“ The voice asked smugly.

The question was not surprising, yet Y/N was unwilling to answer it. So without further ado, knowing full well that there was no way either of his best friends would tell him, Tylor started to pout slightly. When this still got no reaction from them, he clicked his tongue dismissively, turned, and walked away angrily, fists balled.

Still, Y/N waited until Tylor was well away before taking his hands off his other friend's mouth. "He'll be back by the evening at the latest, propping for the answers he wants, you know that, don't you?"

"Yup,“ Y/N sighed heavily.

"So what is it, brother? Your inability to walk properly and bad excuses for not being at practice yesterday?”

“I was sick!“

"Suddenly, you were sick? Stop that crap, dude! I know perfectly well that you didn't exercise yesterday. So what's up, bro? Are you on drugs?"

Stunned, Y/N's nervous eyes darted to his friend, unable to comprehend how he came to such a delusional conclusion. He bowed his head angrily. "Please promise me you won't tell Tylor. I really don't want to be even more sexually harassed by him than he already does."

“Why should he-?“

"I... was intimate with him all day yesterday," Y/N whispered fearfully. Hoping nobody else would hear it.

"Okay..." Matt was confused, "then why can't you walk?"

Y/N knew his friend was dense, but that? Looking around again, he leaned in more discreetly this time, making it look like he was about to kiss his friend.

"Because he almost split me in two when he..."

Even more confused, Matt took a staggering step back to put some space between himself and his friend. However, his hot breath still lingered on his neck and the fine hairs on his ear.

Suddenly a light appeared in his head. His eyes scanned Y/N's body with a shocked look on his face.

"But you're the man!" he yelled softly. "Football captain, gym rat, student president, popular with girls and boys," he reminded his friend almost angrily. "And you're fucking hung!" Matt finally burst out screaming.

A faint pink blush crept up Y/N's cheeks. He didn't know how to react to his friend's reaction to having his privates etched in his memory. But it was all forgotten when he felt how many eyes were on him. It made him shudder with discomfort.

"You have no idea!" Y/N said softly to Matt. He was just as shocked as his friend. He never thought he would let anyone get close to him like that, but that day everything shattered inside of him, and the guy who was to blame rebuilt him, but more to his liking. "He's hiding a monster!"

Right at that moment, someone brushed past Y/N's shoulder quite hard. Only out of the corner of his eye could he see Jeremy's disapproving look. He swallowed audibly when he saw him there.

"So you're Jeremy's boy toy then? He's two years younger than you!"

"And? As if that matters! And no, neither of us is the other's plaything! You know we're a couple!" Y/N said, now annoyed at his friend, rolling his eyes dramatically while he dismissively waved him away. "Please excuse me now. I need to appease my boyfriend before he punishes me...again!"

As Y/N walked away, Matt could only stand there, stunned by too much information. How could a guy like Y/N get so... strange?

He watched as his friend went to his younger boyfriend and hugged him from behind, a silly smile on both faces. Just by looking at it, Matt never would have guessed that what he now knows was a fact. It made it seem like Y/N is the man in their relationship, yet he lies beneath his younger, much smaller boyfriend every time they do it together.

It seems it was time for Matt to redefine his world as Y/N had questioned his worldview for him. Because in his eyes, his second best friend will never be less than "the man" to him. But in the same train of thought, he quickly realized why Y/N had asked him not to tell Tylor about it. Then he would never let Y/N hear the end of it.

But just as Matt turned around, something else hit him in the head. He quickly turned to take a look at Jeremy's pants. They're as always baggier than anything else. Which made him wonder what Y/N had told him about the size of his privates.

He knows Y/N is well endowed. So how big does Jeremy have to be for him to see it and change his entire worldview? Matt is intrigued and has to find out somehow. After all, it has to be extraordinary when Y/N bows to this.

Tylor watched it all from the sidelines. The existential crisis Matt is going through and the weird walk his other best friend takes.

Another grin immediately graced his face. As he turned, his eyes searched the hallway for a specific person he was looking for. "Ohhh, Stefan!" He sings the other's name.

Rolling his eyes, Stefan turned away from Elena to see what Tylor wanted from him. But the first thing he saw was an outstretched hand. Confused, his gaze wandered up to meet the other guy's eyes. "What?" he asked, already out of patience.

“I won the bet!“

"Impossible!“

"See for yourself." He lightly grabbed Stefan's shoulders and maneuvered him to see Y/N and Jeremy together. But it wasn't until they walked away hand in hand that Stefan let out an exaggerated sigh. He quickly pulled out twenty dollars and handed it to Tylor. "Nice doing business with you!"

As he moved away from Stefan, Tylor was already thinking of new ways to annoy Y/N and maybe finally break him to get a piece of him too. After all, he's everyone's type, right?

[Masterlist]

#Jeremy Gilbert #jeremy gilbert x male reader #Vampire Dairies #Vampire dairies x male reder #male reader #x male reader #slight angst #slight fluff

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