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[dxckgrxsonx]

Just be Quiet

Pairing - Dick Grayson x (F) Reader

Words - 0.6k

Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Mean!Dick - Forced Quiet Sex - Kinda Public Sex - A little bit of Name Calling (Disgusting, Pathetic, Crybaby) - Crying - Swearing

Notes - Um hi. Let's ignore the fact I was supposed to post this last week. I drank a little too much wine, passed tf out, and then work kicked my whole ass. I simply do not vibe with being employed smh.

MASTERLIST

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“Be quiet.” Dick snaps, his voice bordering on the lethal edge of an order and not a request. Your skin positively bristles when he shoves his hand over your mouth to muffle the desperate, involuntary noises escaping from between your chattering teeth and he growls, thoroughly fed up with your shit. “Shut your fucking mouth.”

Your thighs tremble, trapped between Dick’s firm, unyielding body and the wall. He snaps his hips forwards, forcing the full length of him into your weeping cunt with one stroke and your eyes roll straight back into your skull, body shuddering through the stretch.

“Don’t you make a fuckin’ sound.” He demands when you inhale, words vibrating in your throat, chest aching with how much you want to moan and whimper. Forcing your thighs wider with his knee he drags his cock almost all the way out before sinking back into your soaked pussy. “You just can’t help yourself, can you? I tell you not to make a sound and here you are, whining through my fingers like a brat.”

You didn't even notice you were moaning and keening and whimpering loud enough for him to hear–but you are–and it makes Dick ground out your name in a low, dangerous snarl.

It's a warning.

“I can’t fuck–I can’t help it!” You try, nearly in tears from the effort it takes to stay quiet for him. Your words are muffled against his palm and a particularly harsh thrust has you gasping his name, a long, drawn out whine chasing. “S’too good.”

Dick kisses the back of your neck then moves so he can speak directly into your ear.

“Yes you can. You’re just doing this on purpose to piss me off. Why won’t you be fucking quiet?!” Fucking into you at a rougher pace you can’t stop the desperate little noises from slipping through his fingers. “It’s almost like you want people to know I’m fucking you. Is that what it is? You want everyone to know you’re a desperate whore who likes being fucked where anyone could see you? You’re disgusting.”

Your body tries to flinch away from his punishing pace but Dick tuts disapprovingly and presses you even more firmly against the wall with his strong hips; forcing you to take every rough stroke and scathing comment from his smart mouth. He nudges your thighs apart again when you try to close them and your pussy throbs and creams against the base of his cock in desperation.

Dick scrapes the blunt edges of his teeth against your neck and you can feel the smirk pressing at his lips.

“I can feel you squeezin’ at me.” He says, sinking balls deep into your cunt and stopping just to feel you convulse around him. “You like being fucked by your Team Leader, huh? With the way you act, it’s no surprise you like this. What? You think I don’t notice. You’re more pathetic than I thought.”

Moaning into his hand you blink against the onslaught of tears and Dick feels them slide warm over the backs of his knuckles.

Your pussy is aching.

“Oh fuck. Are you crying right now?” He grunts, cock swelling and twitching inside you. “I can’t believe how sensitive you are.”

“Please!” You beg, sniffling and trying to stop yourself from crying. “Dick–plea–stop being so mean to me.”

“No.” He replies, pressing his hand over your mouth even harder so every word is barely audible. “We’re not stopping until you’re dripping with my come. And you better be fucking silent, do you hear me? My poor little crybaby. I want you to be a good girl for once and shut the fuck up because if you think I'm being mean to you now, you're in for a shock if you can't follow simple orders.”

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The post that inspired this is -

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x reader smut #dick grayson x you smut #dick grayson smut #dick grayson fanfic #dick grayson fanfiction #nightwing x reader #nightwing x reader smut #nightwing smut #titans smut #titans fanfiction #mean!dick x reader #mean!dick x reader smut #ella writes

[stars-and-darkness]

WIP WEDNESDAY!!!

week #19

klaus insisted on being cute. i am helpless before his puppy eyes.

But he just raises his pointer finger, and it takes her a moment to realise that he’s waiting to ask his second question. He has blotches of dark blue ballpoint pen ink on his hand, and she imagines him doodling on a napkin or a spare notepad while flying. “Yes?” she prompts, to try and erase the image from her mind, and drown the warmth it’s caused to bloom in her chest. Or maybe she doesn’t want to drown the warmth. She doesn’t know. “Well, being the ever-prepared vampire that you are, I imagine that you’ve already got a dress to wear to the dance, and the accessories and whatnot, but I was wondering how you’d feel about leaving it in the suitcase and—” “And letting you handle it?” “Well …” She sighs. “Well, at least you asked this time.” He gives one of those grins that make her breathless. “Is that a yes?” “I didn’t say that.” He makes his eyes all round and innocent, as if that could fool anyone. I have great taste, Caroline, those eyes tell her. You know that from your dresses, Caroline. From the jewels you receive every year on your birthday, Caroline. The trouble, of course, is that he does actually have that great taste. He sees the answer in her eyes before she vocalises it, she sees, but he still waits until she says it. “Okay. Fine. If anyone can magic a dress out of nowhere until the day after tomorrow, it’s you.” A smile breaks out over his face, carving dimples deep into his cheeks, and this one genuinely knocks the breath out of her lungs. “I hope you like red,” he tells her.

#klaroline wip wed #ella originals #ella writes

[itsjusta-thousandcuts]

cheap wine, make believe it’s champagne

“Uno!” Shorter’s gleeful voice filled the basement. He jumped off his seat, shaking his head up and down like an unhinged rockstar, his sunglasses falling off his face. He was wearing a grin so wide Ash was sure it was going to break his face in half. 

“Fuuuuck,” Ash said, hitting his head on the table, Eiji giggling at Shorter’s antics beside him. He keeps his three cards- three cards, goddammit!- closed to his chest so the others couldn’t see it. 

Sing thumped his fist on the table in dramatic frustration and Yut Lung rolled his eyes as they all watched Shorter hollered and ran around in circles in celebration.

Or the gang plays uno.

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[ella-norah]

Tagged by my bestie @glamgoblin, thank you, sweetie <3

FANFIC WRITERS: number of fandoms you have had ideas for vs. how many you have actually posted in

The fandoms I posted something for:

Love in the Air - 45 stories

Not Me the series - 3 stories

Only Friends the series - 2 stories

KinnPorsche - 1 story

Original work - 1 story

The fandoms I wrote something for, but never posted a thing:

Harry Potter

Shadowhunters

Charmed (1998)

Code Lyoko

To be fair, most of them happened in high school, and they got lost over the years. They won't be posted.

As for the ideas, there are lots of them. But some of them, hmm. Well, there are: Between us, Theory of Love, The Eclipse... Who knows, maybe one day.

Tagging: @awiderangeofgreen, @nongailani, @gwritesblog. If you want to, of course.

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[whatkindofnameisella]

As Through a Window In Late Afternoon

Jester draws in a gasp. She has cast magic before, has blown open far away windows and scabbed over a cut in seconds and turned her face into that of a stranger’s, but she has never done this. The fire in Caleb’s hand was air a moment ago, and now it is flame, it is heat — a mini version of the sun that she has come to learn makes her sweaty when she is in it for too long. It is pure, wonderful magic.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the wizard look at her, and frown.

Five instances of light in the life of Jester Lavorre.

(4.5k words, a little bit of post-cannon fix-it for you <3, read here on ao3)

#widojest #oh my god i wrote a thing with multiple moving parts? and FINISHED it??? #yeah. yeah i did. #fic recs #ella writes #yes i was inspired to finish the goddamn thing by all of your lovely wj secret santa projects i saw shared <333333 thank u

[rqgnarok]

writing commissions are open!

enosupetop i do both fanfic works and poetry, as listed below, can work as an editor, beta reader, or english to/from spanish translator. i can write in both english and spanish, english isn’t my first language but it is the one i write with the most! 

fanfic:

→ $20 for 2000 words / $5 for every subsequent 500 words (flexible if necessary!)

→ what i write: x readers, ocs, character studies, slash and &, aus, headcannon fics, crossovers, song fics, and you’re welcome to ask for anything else. 

→ what i don’t write: minor/adult, incest (any kind of biological or adopted relations), non-con and rape, anything rooted on any kind of hate. 

→ main fandoms:

marvel (movies and series)

any movie from any phase

any tv show including agents of shield and moonknight.

star wars (movies and the clone wars series)

criminal minds

law and order: svu

teen wolf

it chapter 1 and 2

the last of us (series)

9-1-1 

bridgerton

stranger things

top gun & top gun maverick

supernatural

ted lasso

barry

hamilton

enola holmes

mission impossible

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poetry:

$5 to $10 per poem, depending on the details, flexible if necessary. 

give me a topic / certain words / prompts / any specifications and i work with them!

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[in-a-faith-forgottenn-land]

i’m literally abt to change the setting of this fic because there’s literally no logical explanation for as why there would be moonlight that could be let in through a fucking basement

#ella writes #BRO AND ITS SUCH A GOOD SCENE TOO NOO 😭😭 #y’all please convince not to change the setting bc it’s literally so important to the plot 😭😭

[crypticbunnygirl]

i need to say this bc my page is growing.

i do take requests! I will try and post a prompt list so i can write bc i rlly enjoy writing, BUT i do have my limits for things i will not, write such as;

sub!male characters, i am not comfortable with it. I will write them as desperte and needy sometimes.

anything to do with any bodily fuilds, blood is the only exception.

i will not write pegging.

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[cassandra-starflower]

Chapter Two of our stories are past the horizon (we're chasing the sun till we find them) is now up!

Chapter summary: The first episode plays, and Alina learns that she is not only Grisha, but the legendary Sun Summoner. Meanwhile, the room meets Kaz Brekker and the Crows.

Fic summary:

Four Grisha, four Barrel rats, three privateers, a drüskelle, a Tracker, and a cartographer. One TV show.

And an impossible task.

One day before Mal and Alina reunite by the Fold, a motley assortment of people from across the world are brought together for one purpose. Learning the future in order to save the world.

#ella writes #shadow and bone #shadow and bone fanfiction

[musingsofella]

4.

Ceux Qui Ne Meurent Jamais

a story of legends, ladies, and those who never die

"No use dwelling on the past."

Those who knew Nathalie would never describe her as someone who cried, but one can only do so much after learning of their impending doom. 

She tried to hold back the tears, but they came and came, and she couldn’t stop them. Her face was wet with snot and tears running down her face and collecting on her chin, not that she cared. How vulnerable she felt, to be ugly crying in front of someone she’d just met, yet she couldn’t find it in her to actually care. 

She wasn’t sure when she’d ended up in Lady Lucie’s strong yet kind embrace, nor how they’d ended up on the floor. The library was silent, save for her sobs and Lady Lucie’s quiet whispers that she could neither hear nor comprehend. Then, a voice, clear and sharp, sliced across the room. 

“Oh grow up, will you?” Lady Brigid’s voice echoed throughout the room. 

Nathalie looked up from where her face was buried in Lady Lucie’s shoulder. Her eyes were puffy and her vision was blurry, but she could tell Lady Brigid was standing with her arms crossed, her whole body conveying the annoyance in her tone. 

“This isn’t the children’s manor. You can’t cry every time something doesn’t go your way,” she said harshly. 

“Have heart, Lady Brigid,” Lady Lucie snapped. “You think you’d fare any better if you learned you were going to die?”

“I do,” Lady Brigid said, an air of arrogance in her voice. “Most proper ladies could. It’s honorable, noble, for a lady to die. She’d simply accept her fate, as one should.”

“If you’re a dozen cycles old! She’s still a child!” Lady Lucie exclaimed. “It’s not right for a youth to die, especially such a horrid fate!”

Lady Brigid groaned. “Wonderful, now I have to hear your flimsy defences. I told you, did I not, that I would rather our manor be removed from the map. That all memory be erased of this place so no one will ever come and I don’t ever have to leave. But no,” she mocked, “your morals told you not to. ‘It’s not right! We’ll get in trouble!’ Oh, to hell with your blathering! Stop it, now!”

Her voice was practically a roar at this point, but neither of the ladies on the balcony said anything in response. Nathalie noticed that Lady Lucie had risen to her knees and pushed Nathalie behind her, putting distance between the young lady and their elder, who was tapping her foot impatiently.

Nathalie didn’t dare move, not even to wipe the tears and snot off her face. All she did was bury her face in Lady Lucie’s shoulder, unsure if she was more terrified of the legendary cavalier de l’ombre or the fuming Lady Brigid.

“It’s okay,” Lady Lucie whispered to Nathalie, holding her tightly. “Ignore her. I’m on your side. It’s okay, Nathalie.” She could barely nod as she heard Lady Brigid climbing the stairs up to the balcony. 

“Give me that book.”

Neither lady on the floor moved.

“Give it to me!” Lady Brigid yelled. “Lady Lucie, you give the book to me right now!”

Nathalie could feel Lady Lucie tremble as she handed over the book. That was why she was all the more shocked when Lady Lucie said quietly, “Léonie didn’t like it when you lost your temper, either.” 

Lady Brigid hesitated. “It doesn’t much matter now, does it?” she said quietly, a different woman than the one who had been such an imposing figure moments before. She then turned and climbed down the spiral staircase. A moment later, Nathalie heard the massive doors of the library swing open and thud close as Lady Brigid left.

The large manor had never felt so quiet, even when Nathalie had been alone in its drafty rooms and dark corridors. She pulled her face off Lady Lucie’s shoulder and saw silent tears streaming down her face. Slowly, she reached up and wiped them away.

“Lady Lucie?”

“Just Lucie, please.”

“Lucie? What did Lady Brigid mean by that?”

“Mean by what?”

Lucie’s voice was soft and hesitant, her gaze averted, as if by avoiding eye contact she could avoid a conversation. Nathalie didn’t feel right pressing the issue, but she was too curious to ignore the hundreds of questions burning inside her head. She switched to a different question, hoping if she asked all of them, Lucie might eventually answer one of them.

“Who is Léonie?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I want to know.”

“I don’t want to tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because it still hurts too much.”

Nathalie was unsure of what to say. The silence of the massive library seemed to be closing in on the two ladies as they sat there, Lucie avoiding eye contact. After what felt like an eternity, Lucie cleared her throat with a small cough and spoke again.

“Léonie and I grew up together. It was just the two of us in our class, and so we became best friends. We were separated during our first cycle, but we kept in touch. We wrote letters to each other nearly every day. Then for our second cycles, we both came here. It was wonderful.”

She paused, a slight smile on her face, clearly reminiscing. She cleared her throat again and continued.

“They came for her, and we didn’t know why. It took two years before they finally took her immortality, and she got very sick. And then…”

Lucie began crying again. Nathalie could figure out how the story ended. “I’m so sorry.”

She sniffled and rubbed her nose. “They took Léonie away. She’s not buried here. I haven’t visited her since the funeral. I still write to her sometimes, but of course she doesn’t read them.”

Nathalie squeezed her hand. “And it’s just been you and Lady Brigid here since then?”

She nodded. “Brigid won’t admit it, but she loved Léonie too. She wasn’t so strict about the title back then. We used to have a dozen chickens, and two goats, and there were cats that roamed around. We gardened together, not just produce but flowers that we’d sell at the market, or make into crowns. Léonie was always so full of joy, and when she left, it’s like the joy left too.

“Everything about her was wonderful. We didn’t use to hide away so much, or eat by ourselves, or have so much of the house closed off. Léonie was the best of us.”

Lucie had turned to look at Nathalie. “I had hoped you could be…not a replacement, of course, because no one could replace her, and I would never ask anyone to try and live up to a dead person’s legacy,  but I was hoping you would bring some of that joy back to the manor.”

She cleared her throat and stood up. “No use dwelling on the past. I should go finish the dishes.” With that, she picked the book up off the floor, put it back on the shelf, and all but ran out of the library, wiping her face as she went.

Nathalie sat in stunned silence. She remembered hearing about the passing of a lady when she was young, and Lady Sylviane leaving the manor for a few days and leaving them in the care of the older girls, but she hadn’t heard of it since. It was strange that it hadn’t been more talked about, really, considering death among the ladies so infrequent.

But hadn’t she read all of the legends, read about the history of the order, learned about all of the ladies who had passed? There weren’t many, but she couldn’t recall a Léonie among the names of the dead. 

Had Léonie been erased from the history books, or just never added? How had her name gone unsaid, her story untold?

Nathalie felt uneasy, her breakfast churning in her stomach. There were too many questions, too many unknowns. The whole thing made no sense to her.

How had she not known about Léonie?

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[dxckgrxsonx]

hello, random Jason thot i feel like i need to share:

he is the type to ask for sexual related stuff very casually in the most unexpected moments — “hey do you have a second for me to bend you over and use your holes?” “c’mere so i can hit you from the back real quick” “babe, do you like how my cum tastes?” “you mind if i fuck you in your sleep tonight?” “you want me to go raw next time we do doggie?” while you are making toast in the middle of the day or doing the dishes like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

that's it, that's my thot. thanks.

Pairing - Jason Todd x (F) Reader Words - 1.2k Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Porn no Plot - Unprotected Sex -Shower Sex - Kitchen Sex - Dirty Talk - Jason 'no verbal filter' Todd - Swearing - Fluff. Notes - i think you should share more thots with me 😉 i will listen to whatever you have to say. also, the idea of Jason fucking you in your sleep???? hOT. I’ll be writing that at some point.

MASTERLIST

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He asks you questions at the most random times.

You think his brain doesn’t have an off switch. Thoughts constantly whirling around on a washing machine spin cycle. Each one thunking against the sides until he tugs open the door and spits out the first thing to fall at his feet.

Last week, he asked you through a mouthful of food what word you would use to describe The Red Hood.

Apparently, ‘hot’, was entirely the correct answer and he’d spent the rest of the meal insufferably pleased with himself until you’d laughed and kicked him under the table.

The week before that, he woke you up in the middle of the night and asked you, half asleep, if you would still love him if he was a worm. In response, you’d rolled over to hug him close and mumbled, “Mmm-hm. I’d love you no matter what.”

And when you woke up that next morning, it was with Jason smudging kisses across your chest. Right over your heart. You didn’t recall the conversation but he did and it must have meant something to him because he didn’t leave your side for hours.

But this time, he pokes his head out of the shower whilst you’re brushing your teeth and casually asks, “You mind joining me in here? It’s been a while since we’ve had shower sex and i’m real fuckin’ hard.”

Surprise sparks like a blown electric fuse and your toothbrush clatters into the sink whilst you choke on a mouthful of toothpaste, “Jason!” You sputter, staring at him through the mirror and feeling heat scathe up your neck. “What the hell?”

Grabbing your arm, he says nothing and tugs you into the shower cubicle, places you directly under the almost scalding spray of water and cracks a smile when you swat at his chest. Instantly, your pyjamas turn see through and Jason whistles appreciatively, mouth hooking up in a devilish smirk.

“Now there’s a pretty sight.” He says, giving you a heated once over.

Your nipples poke against your shirt and Jason wastes no time in rubbing his thumbs over the sensitive peaks until you sigh softly. He dips his fingers under the hem of your pyjama top and smooths his warm palms up over your breasts to remove it.

Shuffling you backwards until you press against the cold tile wall you hiss through your teeth, “You’re a bastard, Todd.”

Ducking his head to kiss and bite at your neck Jason chuckles, voice lowering to a challenging drawl, “Call me Todd again, sweetheart. I dare you.”

Dragging your open palm over his cock you turn your head and kiss him slowly, deeply. You lick into Jason’s mouth and feel him throb in your hand. Sinking your teeth into his bottom lip you tug until he growls.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Todd. Did that hurt?”

Jason grabs at your thighs, yanks your shorts down your legs with the efficiency of someone not leaking precum all over your fingers. Slotting his hands under your thighs he picks you up, forces your legs around his thick waist. His cock presses hot and heavy against your pussy and you feel yourself drool over the fat, flushed head.

“You’re really in for it now, baby.” He says, eyes alight. “You thought I was a bastard before. Things are about to get a hell of a lot worse for you now.”

You smile, thoroughly amused, “Promises. Promises.”

**

Slotting two slices of bread into the toaster you reach for your phone sitting on the kitchen counter.

Jason approaches you silently and you wonder, not for the first time, how someone with so much mass can move so quietly. You don’t catch his presence until he’s within arms reach and you think that if you were a criminal, you’d be as good as unconscious.

Slipping his arms around your waist he nuzzles into your back, moves to rest his chin on your shoulder, “Whatcha watchin’?”

Turning the screen so he can see the video, you feel him laugh when you say, “Cat fail videos.”

Reaching silently for your phone he locks the screen and places it facedown on the counter. Turning in the strong cage of his arms you walk your fingers over his chest and up to his shoulders. Humming quietly in the back of your throat you sweep a flyaway strand of hair from his eyes.

“Can I help you?” You ask.

“Do you have a second for me to bend you over the kitchen counter? Wanna fill you up.”

“Wow.” You snigger, half amused, half aroused. “You’re not one for subtlety, huh?”

Spinning you around, Jason presses your hips into the counter and quickly unbuttons your jeans to slide them down to your ankles with your underwear. He shuffles around behind you and you hear him drag the zipper down on his pants.

“Jus’ like the thought of you dripping with my come.” He answers, and you feel your clit swell. A touch of his Gotham accent colours his words. “You’re not going to deny me that, are you?”

Kicking one foot free of your jeans you hook your knee over the lip of the counter, spread your puffy pussy open for Jason to see how wet you are. Your arousal leaks from your entrance and Jason drags his fingers through the wetness before wiping it over the head of his cock.

“If I end up burning my toast I’m not going to be happy.” You say.

Pressing the fat head of his cock to your clenching hole Jason pushes forwards, groans deeply when your walls yield around him and squeeze at his thick girth. Bracing one hand on your waist, Jason rocks his hips, stuffs himself into your pussy inch by inch until he bottoms out.

“You were made for taking my cock, sweetheart.” Jason moans, snapping his hips up. Hooking his thumbs under the swell of your ass he spreads you open so he can watch his cock sink into you. “Fuckin’ Christ, can feel you squeezin’ at me, baby. S’almost like I didn’t fuck you yesterday.”

Whimpering out his name you try to reach for the toaster, worried that it’s going to burn.

“I don’t give a fuck about your toast.” Jason growls, grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back. “I’ll make you breakfast myself when I’m finished.”

**

Sat on the sofa you tug your fingers through Jason’s hair.

His head rests in your lap, legs thrown over the arm of your sofa so you can both fit somewhat comfortably. The TV drones in the background, a movie playing that you’ve quickly lost interest in. You’ve found that your attention settles on Jason, on the stubborn knots in his hair and the warmth of him resting on your thighs.

“Comfy?” You ask, just to make sure.

Humming softly he glances up at you, and when your eyes meet he smiles, “You’re beautiful.”

Emotion drags itself up your throat and you stroke his cheek tenderly, lovingly. You open your mouth to speak but there’s a lump in your throat and you quickly realise that you don’t even know what to say. Vaguely, you recognise that Jason hasn’t taken his eyes off you.

Opening your mouth to try again Jason beats you to it, “I know, baby. Y’don’t have to say it. I know.”

Rubbing the pad of your thumb over his bottom lip, Jason presses a soft kiss there.

“Hey, you mind if I fuck you in your sleep tonight?”

Flicking his forehead you snigger, “Do you not have a verbal filter?”

Giving you an unimpressed look, his eyes glitter, “What do you think?”

**

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[stars-and-darkness]

WIP WEDNESDAY!!!

week #15

okay, here's liz and the many, many evil children older than her by centuries that she'd adopted, amnesia au edition. because rebekah deserves a mum who isn't trying to kill her.

“Karma is a bitch,” Rebekah says, over Caroline’s lifeless body, neck bent at an odd angle. Liz averts her eyes from the sickening sight. Logically, she knows Care will come to in no time, but it doesn’t make seeing her now any easier. “What’s going on?” she asks. “She just—I don’t follow.”

Rebekah makes a face. “Right. Oh, bloody hell, do I have to be the one to tell you? Lijah! Kol!” None of her brothers answer. “Cowards,” she accuses, no louder than the conversational tone but undoubtedly addressed to them. “Right. So.” On her face, her lips stretch into an unnaturally cheery smile. “Nik had a bit of a run in with a witch …”

#klaroline wip wed #klaroline #tvd #ella originals #ella writes

[blueberrybone]

Today I brought the air freshener we used when I was a kid, the one the got turned on in my childhood home when mum and dad cleaned the house with warm lights and blues music. In all honestly that house wasn’t just one house, but two.  There was the cream one on the main road that was small. It has blue-grey carpets and the cooling in only the family room. We had a fire place and warm coloured hard wood floors in the kitchen and main living area. Mum and Dad were happy there. They truely loved each other. I was invincible in that house, with home made wooden swords and a warmth that can feel so rare. My Grandmothers lived in that house two, with the lasagna family diners around our barely used dining table, that was followed by Sara-lee apple pie and ice cream and even a game of up-words when I was told it would help with school. I learnt a lot in that house with my small room, and the cold and creepy bathroom down stairs. We left a lot there, dad’s man cave and hand prints from a baby that will forever exist in that place. The second childhood home never felt as special as the first. But my dad still played blues music when he cleaned our kitchen and mum still created a warm with light that I will find comforting till the day I die. My fond memories of that house include the parties and family nights that stayed for a couple of years. The few years that my Nana lived in the front room where she dried my long hair after a shower and made cakes with me. Even now I can hear dad crooning to midnight in Harlem in our main space as mum and I cleaned, down lights gleaming with warmth in long hallway I used to race up and down.  I can’t remember the exact moment it stopped feeling like my childhood, because the warmth of home stayed, even as Dad moved out and Nana passed.  Now, as I sit in a room that doesn’t feel like mine yet, in the new house that has no Dad just Mum and I, I remember my old room, the big one I had in my teen years, the one that finally felt like home once we were selling it, with the grey wall and warm lights, with a John Lennon poster belonging to my father and a clean I only mastered once I turned 17, one that I have lost in this new space. Where I marvel how home can sometimes only be felt in hindsight, smelling that air freshener wafting in my room. 

#my writing #ella writes #ella talks

[itsjusta-thousandcuts]

Bokuto and Akaashi on a date (kind of).

#haikyuu #bokuaka #haikyu!! #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #ella writes #my fics

[ella-norah]

Nine Lines, Nine People Tag

Thank you, my beloved moon, @awiderangeofgreen, for tagging me for this game.

This is a WIP I haven't posted anything of yet, but it is something I'm working on.

Prapai was so annoying with his requests to meet for lunch, and he has just given in. And out of them all, his attention is fully on the pretty blonde boy with hair reaching his shoulder, the most beautiful smile he has ever seen on the fullest natural lips. Phayu can’t believe that someone this ethereal applied for this post. As usual, Rain gets distracted by the homework assignments he promised Sky he would finish today. Rain arrives around five minutes before the scheduled time, a big win for him because it is so easy to get lost in playing video games and not leave on time. And he did it. “So, this is the station. Why don’t you leave your backpack here and take a seat on the stool?” Phayu tells him and Rain looks up shocked.

I am still not sure who to tag when this games are involved, but since this is for the photographer Phayu, I can't avoid my dear @chaeul. And I never skip to tag my bestie @glamgoblin. Also, only if you want to, @sasblr, @mgcassy.

#tag game #love in the air #phayurain #new story #ella writes #thank you for the tag!

[eachmostremembering]

werebear ocd au for sydcarm is COMING. i'm bleeding into it it's gonna be good i swear

i've also been watching an amount of agents of shield with friends that is insane and have banged out a couple thousand words of robbie reyes reader insert fanfiction and am rotating some truly epically complicated f!ward historical au stuff. i am, in fact, mentally ill. we are writings!!!

#ella writes #no spoilers pls i'm in s4 #the robbie stuff makes me feel Insane #never been so attracted to a man in my life #also now that i'm older i am truly puling Every stop to avoid using y/n lolll #it's not like #in heart different from what i wrote when i was a kid #but i think i'm just better at doing things than i used to be lol #we'll see #my work is all part of a treatise on tenderness