#in it billy turned out fairly normal and is attending college

[tavr0ast]

uh oh , spaghetti-o's !

[sardonic-the-writer]

Simpbur x Reader

━"My Darling"

━Simpbur

━Tw: Smut with an AFAB reader, but GN pronouns

━Notes: Wrote this for a horny friend and got permission to post it on Tumblr and only Tumblr. So here ya go

━Song: "Very Smart" By Wilbur Music

(Y/n) hated school.

It was such a pointless and tedious task to go to college in their eyes. The four year path wasn't the silver bullet that it used to be in society. If anything, the place only brought them more troubles to attend to. Slipping grades, frustration, falling outs with friends, and more.

So when they heard their English professor announce in front of the entire class that their final project was due on the following Monday, they nearly screamed.

“Are you shitting me!?” (Y/n) mused to themself loudly while walking the cobblestone path back to their apartment building. The streets were relatively empty for a Friday night around their campus’s borders. At this point normally it'd be teeming with drunk students and horny teens that they'd have to navigate around just to get back to their house. But (Y/n) will admit, it was a nice change in pace.

After a few more minutes of walking through the now rapidly darkening side-walks of their cities “finest” universities (I say finest in quotation marks considering the place was on its last limb), (Y/n) arrived at their rickety little flat.

It was a fairly simple little building squished in between larger and more brash buildings. But it was cheap, and that's the only thing that mattered. (Y/n) didn't care if the bricks were crumbling or trash cans overflowing. Hell, they'd even turn a blind eye if they saw any rats meandering around in the lobby. Just one more year of this god-forsaken place and they could never see it again.

Walking up the stone steps, (Y/n) spotted a figure wrapped in rags that normally hung out in the lobby. I suppose it was because the place had good air conditioning and the workers didn't really give two shits if someone slept in the lobby. As long as they weren't there when the health inspector came to visit that is.

“Hey Billy.” (Y/n) said absentmindedly as they stepped into the front doors of the building. The homeless man inside the foyer that they had been waving at looked up and smiled at them with his few mossy stumps of teeth that were left.

“‘Ello (Y/n). Good day at that school of yours?” He croaked out with laughter that sounded more like a dry heave. Scratching his decade old scruff, Billy waited for an answer as (Y/n) stood under the air conditioner for a second

“Eh. I feel like murdering the school system. So about the same as always.” They grumbled, still not looking at him and instead reveling in the feeling of cool air whisking around their figure.

“Well you’ll have that, kid.” Billy waved it off. (Y/n) nodded with a bitter smile and finally stepped out from underneath the cooling device. With a silent wave once more, they headed over to the border up elevators that looked like they had been plucked straight out of a horror movie. If they hadn't ridden them a million times before, (Y/n) wouldn't go near those hunks of scrap with a ten-foot pole.

“Hey, before you leave, that roommate of yours came home early today. And by early, I mean early. That means a lot for someone who's been livin in the street for thirty years. At least, I think it was our roommate. No one really sees ‘em enough to know.” He said with a bit of seemingly innocent curiosity in his tone.

(Y/n) paused with their finger hovering over the elevator button. A small dusting of blush coated their lower face as they awkwardly laughed at the mention of their roommate.

They knew it was wrong to find their roommate attractive. Months ago they had been nothing but strangers and they already thought about him daily? (Y/n) tried to suppress the thoughts that would randomly intrude their mind during their waking (sometimes even sleeping) hours, but nothing seemed to work. At this point they were just hoping he didn't notice how soft and embarrassed they would get around him.

After all, a tall, soft spoken brunette with just the right amount of build was right up their alley.

“Yep, That's Wilbur for you. Ever the recluse.” They warbled a laugh that they hoped was enough to cover up the sound of their rapidly beating heart. Billy lowered his eyebrows into a face that screamed disbelief and tisked.

“Whatever kiddo. Just be careful around that guy. He doesn't give off the right vibes.”

“Whatever you say Billy.” (Y/n) scoffed, not letting him see that they were a complete tomato by now.

—

It was dark.

So dark.

Wilbur drained his fourth monster can of the day. With a tick in his right eye that had only been increasing as the hours drew on and on, he crushed it into a small metal disk against the ever dented wood of his old desk.

It was night-time outside now. Not that Wilbur could tell you that. His room was dark all the time. With blackout curtains and two different types of blinds obscuring any sort of daylight, his room was constantly bathed in an inky soup. It was a miracle that he wasn't as pale as a sheet of paper by now with how much sunlight he saw (or rather didn't see) on the daily.

A screen radiating flickering blue light sat in front of his eyes. It blared against his watered down iris’s, practically feeling like they were attacking them with a metal baseball bat. But it didn't matter to him.

Wilbur felt the blood in his head pound from the amount of caffeine and sugar coursing through his veins. The feeling was only increased by the sight of them.

Them.

His beloved (Y/n).

Wilbur nearly started giddily spinning in his chair when he saw his dear walk into the lobby. The camera up in the corner caught their frame perfectly, allowing him to see them talking to someone in the lobby.

How he got access to that camera footage wasn't important.

But Wilbur scowled once he saw who (Y/n) was speaking with. Billy. He never really liked Billy. The man was always stealing (Y/n)'s attention, trying to tell them to get a different roommate…

The thought of them getting any sort of roommate but him made Wilbur want to scream and punch a hole through the wall. Instead he took a deep breath so that way he wouldn't have to tack up yet another poster to hide a fist sized hole in the fragile dry-wall. After all, he didn't want (Y/n) figuring out about his little episodes that ended in bruised knuckles.

“Yup, that’s Wilbur for you.” He heard (Y/n)’s vice speak up, causing his ears to perk up and a grin to spread across his cherry flavor stained lips. The sound of his name falling from those plump lips made him want to rush down there and snatch them up for him and him only.

“Ever the recluse.” They continued to awkwardly laugh.

Was it just his imagination, or was their face red?

Wilbur slumped back into his chair with a dreamy sigh at the thought of (Y/n) feeling the same way he does. He could imagine it now. The way their heart would leap into their throat at the sight of him, how they would wring their hands with a red face behind closed doors, how their hands would delve in between their thighs at the thought of his tounge circling their-

The sound of a door opening broke Wilbur out of his, ah, rather interesting trance. With a pink face, he frantically clicked the large red x on the corner his tabs before shutting his computer with a violent slam. Had they really gotten up with the elevator that fast? Guess he lost track of time.

Scrambling out of his comfortable, yet millennia old, gaming chair and across the pigsty called his room, Wilbur opened his door to peak out.

There (Y/n) was, setting down their back pack on the kitchen table with a huff, hair obscuring their face as they bent down to take off their beat up tennis shoes.

“Hey (Y/n).” Wilbur slid out of his room quietly, closing the door behind him without even looking. At the sound of their name, (Y/n) looked up at their tall roommate to see him standing there and adjusting the navy blue beanie on his curls.

“Hey Wil.” They murmured with a genuine smile after seeing him clumsily walk up to them. “How was your day?”

“O-oh it was alright. Not much happened at work.” He scratched the back of his neck, trying not to let his stomach do a backflip.

Actually, work had been horrible today. He had spent the first half of the morning getting yelled at by his boss for not cleaning the bathrooms well enough. And then, later in the day when he was taking his lunch break, when he went to check (Y/n)’s school cams to see how they were doing he couldn't find them.

After frantically flipping through cam after cam, he eventually found out that they had been useing the bathroom. But still, the thought of his beloved not being where they were supposed to be made bile rise in his throat.

He wasn't about to tell them that though. In his experience it was best to just keep that to himself.

“Well I'm glad for that.” (Y/n) huffed with a furrowed brow, having some difficulty undoing one of their shoelaces. Wilbur stiffly stood there for a moment or two more before speaking up.

“Do, do you need some help with that?” He asked slowly. (Y/n) choked on their spit and cleared their throat quickly.

“U-uh, sure.” They coughed.

Okay, Wilbur definitely wasn't imagining things now. Their face was red.

Carefully and slowly, as if he'd break them if he got too close, Wilbr bent down on one knee (in the process trying not to imagine a ring in his hands) and reached his slender fingers down to the knot on (Y/n)'s shoe.

The young adult stood there with a flaming face as they felt Wilbur's hands skillfully undo the knot with ease. The feeling of his long fingers slipping through the lace made a small tingle of static form at the bottom of their spine.

When he was done, the man stood up with a grin. Part of it felt innocent, but the other half ignited something within (Y/n).

“Thanks Wilbur.” (Y/n) stuttered, slipping their shoe off and clutching it tightly in their fingers like it was a priceless artifact. He noticed their white knuckles and death grip, but did nothing but exhale air from his nose with a small smile.

“No problem doll.”

There was that feeling again. As if electricity was traveling straight through their belly and to the bottom of their spine. It collided with the previously stated static feeling until it was a mass of nerves that made (Y/n) involuntary shudder. Teeth chattered and eyes shut tightly like that would make the feeling go away.

As if they wanted anything but it to stop…

Wilbur felt the blood rush to his cock at the sight of (Y/n) shivering beneath him. He worked his tongue around his mouth in an attempt to swallow the saliva that had swelled into his mouth.

Oh boy.

—

Wilbur moaned out as (Y/n)'s hips slammed against theirs, as they had been for the past hour or so.

He had no idea how he got in this situation; being fucked brainless on his darling's bed as the smell of sex and sweat filled the air. He couldn't believe after all these months of mindlessly pining after them they had practically become putty in his hands.

“Such a good boy.” (Y/n) cooed with a smile of ecstasy, ignoring how Wilbur whined at their words needily. “All splayed out under me like this. Bet you’ve been thinking about a moment like this ever since I've walked through that door haven't you.”

With another roll of their hips, (Y/n) sunk Wilbur's cock even deeper down into their needy hole. The man underneath her shook with delight, relishing in the feeling of their walls fluttering around him akin to the feeling of the soft velvet of a butterfly's wings.

“So pretty.” (Y/n) traced a finger slowly down Wilbur's chest with a sharp nail, drawing just the slightest amount of blood from underneath his skin. He moaned with a star eyed smile, flipping them under him in a sudden move that rendered (Y/n) shocked.

He immediately got to work with a sly grin that barely disguised an earth shattering groan, pulling out of (Y/n) only to slam back in.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this.” Was the only thing (Y/n) heard before they came

Boom. There you go

This isnt the Simpbur chapter I was promising you since this was an unexpected project (I got this done in two hours lol) but still

1236 words

-WayToSarcastic

[wanderingcas]

Week 4: Destiel Fluff

[Thank you, everyone, for your wonderful submissions to Week 4 of Spn Fanfic Submission Thursday!! So many wonderful fics in this list. If you want to participate in next week’s fic submissions, check out the schedule!

Please signal boost so we can get these great fics circulating!]

A Wonderful Place by @expatgirl 

A case that isn’t a case is frustrating, until it isn’t. 

Teen and Up. 3k words. (Complete)

[Case Fic, Dragons, Kissing, Snow, Hospitals, Christmas Fluff]

lazy mornings, coffee cups and cuddles by @woefulcas

dean brings cas coffee in bed, they cuddle and kiss 

General Audience. .5k words. (Complete)

[hunter husbands, fluff, lazy morning cuddles, seriously tooth rotting fluff]

You May Say That I'm A Dreamer by @envydean

Dean’s been a fan of the men’s figure skating for as long as he can remember. He’s always been fascinated by how the contestants move on the ice, contort their elegant bodies into beautiful positions and land each jump with grace – not that anyone at school knows this, they only know Dean as the tough-man soccer player. When Dean’s favourite under twenty-one’s figure skater transfers to his school, sparks fly.

General Audience. 2.3k words. (Complete)

[Figure Skater!Cas, Fanboy!Dean, first dates, first kiss, High School AU]

For the Dancing and the Dreaming by @cas-essence

Dean can sing after all. He’s just never let himself before.

General Audience. 1.6k words. (Complete)

[established relationship, team free will, singing dean, dancing dean]

pure & simple by @goodgriefdean

The first time Sam sees Dean and Castiel kiss, it’s just like any other day in his life.

General Audience. 309 words. (Complete)

[fluff, sam’s pov, drabble]

Bewitched by @all-i-need-is-destiel

It’s not easy to be in love with a witch. (A story about singing parrots, talking furniture and grumpy cats)

General Audiences. 4.1k words. (Complete)

[Alternate Universe, Witch Castiel, Fluff, Humor, Friends to Lovers, Pining]

I Beg of You Now by @cuddlemonsterdean

Dean was never able to give Sam the birthday parties he wanted when they were kids, and he can’t even remember if he was ever invited to somebody else’s. Probably not.

He’s got no idea what to expect.

That’s why he’s secretly relieved when Jody asks if he can help her out in the kitchen. Dean loves cooking, and a kitchen is a place he knows his way around, even when it’s not his own. Jody had sounded almost comically grateful when he said yes immediately, but other than that she doesn’t seem to think the whole thing is such a big deal. But for Dean, it is. Birthday parties are a thing normal people do, and Dean isn’t normal people. He sucks at those things. He doesn’t want to mess it up for Claire.

So, Dean’s kind of nervous.

Cas, though, Cas is worse.

Explicit. 10k words. (Complete)

[Post S11, Developing Relationship, First Time, Touch-Starved Dean]

The One with the Fanfic Competition by @tenoko1

Started as a prompt fill that turned into accidental!fic due to popular demand. In which friends and family of the Winchesters have gotten into a secret weekly fanfiction battle for best scenario of Dean and Cas finally getting together. That is, until Castiel finds out.

Teen and Up. 81.6k words. (WIP)

[Fluff, Humor, Angst, hobbies and therapy for PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn]

Ward 37 by anon 

When Dean is admitted onto ward 37 yet again, he doesn’t expect his nurse to be cute – they never are. But, on the night of his admittance, Nurse Novak is lying in bed awaiting his first day on a new ward.

General Audience. 54.6k words. (Complete)

[fluff, romance, friendship, happy ending]

under the stars by anon 

Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak attend the same high school. One fits into the crowds and stands out, whereas the other’s only wish is to blend in. When their paths meet… let’s just say it isn’t all a fairytale.

General Audience. 38.5k words. (Complete)

[friendship, fluff, love, cute]

The Floor is Lava by @we-all-like-destiel​ 

What starts as a simple game of ‘The Floor Is Lava’ between college roommates Dean and Cas, slowly progresses into a romantic relationship.

Teen And Up Audiences. 3.8k words. (Complete)

[Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak, College AU, One Shot]

untitled by @deanandcasinlove​

Dean and Cas re enact the scene from the Notebook

Teen and Up. 400 words. (Complete)

[Destiel, Supernatural, the Notebook]

On Angel Babies by @ricketyjukeboxer​

After Castiel’s most recent brush with death, Dean asks him about his childhood.

General Audiences. 1k words. (Complete)

[Fluff, Angel Origins, Resurrected!Cas]

It’s Not a Date, Dammit by @deanwinchcester​

It’s only after they’ve gotten off the roller coaster when Dean admits to himself that while he is trying to show Cas that being human isn’t all that bad, he’s also discluding Sam from some things because they’re kinda sorta self-indulgent. Because maybe he does want to hold Cas’s hand and kiss him but that’s nobody else’s business but his… And Cas’s.

General audiences. 1k words. (Complete)

[Friends to Lovers, Sam Ships It, Castiel in the Bunker, Human Castiel]

happy by @hell-krieg​

Dean has never seen Cas so happy before

General audience. 326 words. (Complete)

[clueless!Sam, fluff, destiel, kissing, destiel fluff]

This Is Not a Date by @babybluecas​

Just two best friends having a dinner out. On Valentine’s Day.

Teen and Up. 3.4k words. (Complete)

[Fluff, Valentine’s Day, First Date]

Beyond the Bluefrosts by anon

Newly eighteen, Dean Winchester finds himself in an arranged marriage with an angel, half a world away.

Explicit. 14.6k words. (Complete)

[arranged marriage, friends to lovers, au - fantasy, steampunk, fluff]

Solstice by @saminzat​

Finding some quiet time isn’t easy when you’re a hunter. Winter forests and poncho blankets can work true miracles about that. 

Teen and Up. 1.7k words. (Complete)

[Canon compliant, Fluff, Romance]

Wandered Many a Weary Foot by @lies-unfurl 

Castiel decides that he wants to kiss Dean everywhere on New Year’s Eve. Everywhere, as in, in every single time zone as one year turns to the next.

Dean goes along with the plan.

Teen and Up. 5.6k words. (Complete)

[Fluff and Crack, Light Angst, Future Fic]

Happiness Is a Warm Cheeseburger by @braezenkitty​

Sam & Jess convince Dean to go to a yoga and meditation retreat in the Santa Cruz mountains. Dean is a grump, until he realizes the yoga teacher is a gorgeous dark-haired, blue-eyed, walking hunk of sex.

Mature. 6.5k words. (Complete)

[Implied Relationships, Self-Doubt, Negative Thoughts, Misunderstandings]

Cuddling is Manly by @breathingdestiel​

Castiel Novak has just lost a longtime friend, his cat Moon, whom he had since he was nine. After a while he realizes that his grades are slipping and that he has a hard time focusing on studying, all because he used to do it while petting Moon. When his best friend Dean notices that something is wrong, they cuddle together, believing it would help Cas. But what was supposed to be a one time thing turns into a regular cuddling between them, complicating Cas’ already complicated feelings towards Dean.

Teen and Up. 46k words. (Complete)

[high school!au, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, bed sharing, slow burn]

3 AM by @dr-dean​

“You are an angel and I’m totally into you but you’ve barely noticed my flirting so now I’m sitting here at 3 am reading up on angel courting rituals” Dean and Cas have some misunderstandings about what the other one wants.

Explicit. 6.6k words. (Complete)

[mutual pining, wing grooming, angel courting, miscommunication, case fic]

Warnings: being adorable but you kind of want to smack them, miscommunication, mutual pining, smut, wing!kink, hand jobs, NSFW

The One with All the Candy by @deanisthebeesknees​

Castiel suddenly acquires a sweet tooth, and starts buying up all the candy. OR The Valentine’s Day when Castiel finally reveals his feelings for Dean.

Teen And Up Audiences. 5.5k words. (Complete)

[human!Cas, Valentine’s Day, Chocolate, Shipper!Sam, mutual pining]

Begin Again by @profound-boning​

“Why Professor Winchester,” she mocks. “You’ve got someone special on the line and you’re ignoring them for us?”

“Zip it, Chambers.” He points a finger at her. “Y’all are great, but not that good. We clear on that?”

“Sure,” Krissy teases. “As long as they know they’re coming in second to Billy Pilgrim right now.”

“Everyone comes in second to Billy Pilgrim. Hashtag life hack.” Dean retorts.

Teen and Up. 4.9k words. (Complete)

[Single Parent Dean, Misunderstandings, First Date, Songfic, Meet Cute]

The Perks of Being a Human by @relucant​

“Down here!” Dean yelled breathlessly, and Sam gripped the knife tighter; anything strong enough to get into the bunker and get Dean at a disadvantage was bound to be a nasty piece of work.

But when he got to the kitchen he stopped in the doorway with a start, mouth hanging open.

“Uh… Dean?”

“What?” Dean snapped, trying to maneuver the massive Douglas fir through the door. “Jesus, I swear this thing didn’t look so big on the lot.”

“You… bought a Christmas tree?”

Explicit. 12.5k words. (Complete)

[Fluff, Fluff and smut, Christmas, Men of Letters bunker]

spinning by @reallyelegantsharkfish​

“Listen up!” Dean hollers, louder than necessary in the small space. “We are spinnin’ this bottle, and then we’re going to do some kissin’! Happy New Year!”

Teen and Up. 1.5k words. (Complete)

[First Kiss, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics]

Deaf!Dean Drabble One by @justrandomspnstuff​ 

Life after the accident: A short, fluffy drabble with Deaf!dean and Human!cas

General Audiences. .5k words. (Complete)

[deaf!dean, human!cas, destiel fluff]

Worthy by @jadstiel

“… you wanna what, now?” Dean asks, because he definitely didn’t hear that right.

Castiel tilts his head, a leftover tick from his angel days that Dean would be lying if he claimed to find anything but idiotically endearing. He knows this is his own fault, owing to that rather memorable moment a week ago when Cas wandered into this very same kitchen with a (fairly) legitimate question and Dean just didn’t know when to shut up.

Explicit. 15k words. (Complete)

[bunker, human Castiel, porn with feelings, assertive!Dean, shameless!Cas]

Stand By Me by @compulsive-baker

After Lisa leaves an infant Ben in Dean’s care, he stops looking for love, until love finds him in the form of a blue eyed writer named Cas. They fall in love and help each other heal from past trauma and raise Ben as a family.

Mature. 80k words. (WIP)

[Friends to lovers, singleDad!Dean, writer!Cas, domestic fluff]

Warnings: mentioned character death/suicide, mentioned past rape

Dean and the Doula by @whichstiel

Dean meets Cas, Eileen’s doula, at the hospital the night she gives birth. The attraction is instant and mutual.

Explicit. 3.2k words. (Complete)

[Destiel, Saileen, Doula Cas, Fluff]

Warning: some discussion of childbirth and postpartum depression

Cas Liking Pop Music Is Cute by @waywardfic

When Dean can’t stop thinking about Cas, he decides to spend time with him. Dean soon learns that Cas likes pop music, which he finds cute. Fluff and romance ensues.

Explicit. 665 words. (Complete)

[So much fluff, Bunker!fic, first kiss]

How Do I Love Thee by @ialwayscomewhenyoucall

Dean notices that Cas reads a lot of poetry, and starts leaving him poetry around the bunker to brighten his days. It becomes a challenge: can Dean find a poem that Cas doesn’t immediately recognize?

General Audiences. 1.2k words. (Complete)

[established relationship, canon, human!cas, MoL bunker, fluff (of course!)]

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NAME: Georgia

AGE: 15

TIMEZONE: EST (Eastern Standard Zone)

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CHARACTER: Bexley Corrigan (Nicknames: Bex / Little Bee by her father)

PRONOUNS: She / Her

AGE: 18

FACE CLAIM: Naomi Scott

POWER: Cryokinesis

QUOTE: "You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep on re-reading the last one.”

PERSONALITY:

Bookworm - Bexley grew up loving books and everything having to do with them. She’s always loved the magic that they possess– their power to be able to take you to a different place, ease your worries, and bring out parts of yourself you didn’t even know you had. Some of her happiest memories involve books, and they became a source of comfort in the crazy world she was thrust into.

Big Heart - Bex has always been an animal lover, starting at age six when her parents brought home their first family pet, a particularly wrinkly English bulldog named Chunk, who soon became one of her favorite family members. It doesn’t stop at animals though– Bexley would never do anything to intentionally hurt people, and hates seeing people she cares for in pain. Bex tries to do the most she can to help people in need, from donating her old clothes to volunteering in a soup kitchen. Her main goal is trying to find out a way to use her new powers to protect people and make lives better.

Creative - Bexley writes poetry and short stories in her free time, and has the potential to become an author– if only she’d finish the five books she’s started writing. She has several adult coloring books, and makes friendship bracelets to give to people. She enjoys finding creative solutions to her problems, and she prides herself on being able to look at them in a different light than most.

Indecisive - It’s a problem she’s had her whole life. What do I want for dinner? What shirt should I wear? What flavor of ice cream? She usually asks her mom, but if her mom doesn’t help out (by helping out she means make the decision for her) she moves on the other family members. If that doesn’t work, she makes a pros and cons list. Bex views this as a good thing– this means no snap decisions, which means nothing to feel guilty about. If you have time and want a logical, thought out answer, she’s your girl– just not if you need a decision made in the next few minutes.

Non confrontational - If she’s the only one involved, Bexley prefers to stay silent (and then pretend to argue with the person in front of the mirror when she gets home– and totally wreck them). However, if a family member or someone she cares about is involved, she would go to the ends of the earth to protect and stand up for them.

Withdrawn - Ever since the disappearance of her sister, Bexley has retreated deeper into her shell. She dislikes being around large numbers of people, especially ones she doesn’t know, and would much rather be at home in her room with the company of Ivy or an especially good book. While Bex does attend parties, football games and other stereotypical high school outings, she does so at the insistence of Ivy and doesn’t really enjoy herself there. Bexley values alone time and needs some set aside each day, or else she feels overwhelmed and frazzled.

BIOGRAPHY:

Bex had a very good home life. She had two loving parents who would do anything for her, a younger brother, Oliver, whom she adores, and an older sister named Larkin. (Bex was Little Bee, her sister was Little Lark). It was at school when things turned sour. She was a shy and quiet girl with few friends– she preferred books to people. She was a stellar student academics wise, but popularity wise? Not so much. This lack of friends made her turn to Larkin as a source of comfort and advice. It was hard when for Bex when Lark went to college, missing her first day as a high school freshman. Because her sister wasn’t always there for chats, she turned to her diary. She journals every night and has four years worth of notebooks filled up.

Things changed when she entered her junior year. Her beloved sister, only twenty one, left for a party one New Years Eve and never returned. She never turned up, but police never found a body either. (Bexley is quite confident her sister is still alive, somewhere. But where?) There Bex was, her only sister and closest friend gone. Her parents became distant, her mother crying herself to sleep each night and her father ceasing to be his playful self. Bexley sank into depression and stopped attempting her school work, a cause of concern for her teachers. After suggesting to her parents she try to go to a support group, she attended a meeting held by her parish youth group. There she met her first real friend since kindergarten: Ivy Kyles. They sat together the first meeting and have been inseparable ever since. For the first time, Bex found someone she can talk about anything with, one with whom she feels comfortable enough to share her deepest darkest secrets. When she and Ivy told Ivy’s parents they were dating, their response was, "I thought you already were!” Bexley views Ivy as her rock, and someone she would do anything to protect.

Ivy loves superhero movies, and was absolutely thrilled when Bex said they were going to see Wonder Woman as a date. Bex, not a movie lover herself, was happy to excuse herself to leave the chilly theatre and refill the popcorn tub, taking that time to get a water for herself. Grabbing the last one, she took it up to the cashier to find out that it was fairly expensive for a bottle of water. The cashier looked somewhat apologetic. “Sorry, it’s a newer, fancier brand. We only got in four or five– and you got the last one.” Anxious to get back to Ivy, she paid for the overpriced water, albeit begrudgingly. Oddly, the more she drank, the warmer the theatre seemed to get. When she woke up the next day, she felt strange, but shrugged it off as to much popcorn. It was over the next few weeks that she began to notice strange things happening. Ivy had begun to recoil from her touch, saying that her hands were always freezing, even though to Bex they felt perfectly normal. She would pick up a room temperature bottle of water only to find it feeling like it had just come out of the refrigerator a few seconds later. Things were changing, that much was clear; could that expensive bottle of water have anything to do with it?

HEADCANONS:

Awesome 80’s - Bexley loves eighties music and has stacks of her parents’ old CD’s in her room. Her favorite is Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of the Heart, but The Proclaimers I’m Gonna Be has a nice ring to it as well. Whenever she’s sad she listens to Cyndi Lauper, Wham! and sometimes Billy Joel. Bex has a soundtrack for every mood.

Brotherly love - Ever since Larkin’s death, Oliver has felt kind of lonely, so Bex always sets aside time to spend with her little brother. Since he’s 9 years younger, activities include playing with Legos, talking about Minecraft (which she still doesn’t completely understand) and watching cartoons. (Teen Titans Go is her personal favorite.) Oliver has dubbed this Bexley Bonding.

Singing in the shower - Bexley hates her singing voice, but there is one place she feels free to belt it out: the shower. She turns the water as hot as she can handle (but the cold has been pretty bearable lately) and sings her heart out. Her choice songs? The soundtrack from Fiddler on the Roof. She went to a production for a field trip in fifth grade with her dad as a chaperone and has been in love ever since. Wicked songs work well in a pinch, and she even tries out Phantom of the Opera sometimes (but only when she’s sure that nobody is in the house.)

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: Here’s the link to Bex’s Tumblr: https://themusingsoflittlebee.tumblr.com

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BRYSON LAHEY. college sophomore; nineteen. cody christian. OPEN.

and, as billy loomis once said:

"We all go a little mad sometimes.”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

From an early age Bryson Lahey understood kids from his side of the tracks rarely ever made it across. They lived in Rosewood but it was the side of town often forgotten or brushed to the side in favor of focusing on the shinier side of the city, as if the rich kids living in it didn’t have enough already. Why fix the alternative school and give them air conditioners that actually worked when they could build a greenhouse for the preppy kids instead? Better yet, why not give them a top notch school that kids like him could never afford? Even if he was interest in attending it would have taken half his mother’s salary just to get him in the front door. But every person he’d met from the ‘right’ side of town didn’t seem to have a problem with it because it wasn’t hurting them. All except Sophia Presmont.

Running into her at a party, a party at Braxton Walsh’s place, was the last thing he’d expected. The name alone should have been enough to turn him off. Everyone knew Presmont was just another classist. He looked down on the poor, brushing their issues to the side as if they were inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. But Sophia was different. She didn’t talk like she was better than him or any of his friends, and she didn’t try to bullshit him. He’d never had an issue with confidence but something about the way she looked at him made him feel as if he were actually being seen for the first time. It was a feeling he wanted to last forever, and for the first time in his life things were coming together. His mother landed a new job. Ravenwood had taken notice of his test scores and offered him a full ride scholarship. Hell, even the greasers had stopped fighting amongst themselves. Everything was perfect for months.

And then he walked in on Dean Rooney fucking his mom.

His mom. The woman that had stepped between him and his father time and time again when the older man lost his patience and his cool, something that happened fairly often given his tendency to hit the bottle once he was laid off. The same woman who’d tucked him in at night and promised to protect him from the monsters under the bed. She was the one- the only person who’d ever looked out for him growing up. And she was breaking every word she’d said about how important it was to be honest and loyal, forcing Bryson to realize the woman who was his hero was as average as anyone else. Heroes didn’t exist.

And it all made so much sense. The school hadn’t magically decided they wanted him. It was a perk of screwing most likely to most influential man on the admissions board. The Lahey’s had never been perfect but they were a family. His father had told him over and over again that that was the one thing a person could count on. Bryson and his mother meant everything to him. Of course Bryson told him what he’d seen. He couldn’t hold it in. But the fight that came after, the raw emotion that hung in the air as his father crumpled and his mother blamed him for her indiscretion was something he’d never forget. And then it was gone. The only thing he could compare it to was someone pressing stop on the VCR and fast forwarding, hitting play at random. One minute he was in the kitchen while his parents screamed at each other and then next he was seated in the back of an ambulance, blanket draped over his shoulders as the EMT asked if he could speak. He’d blacked out. Ten minutes of his life were completely gone. And within those ten minutes, according to Officer Riley, his father had shot his mother and it was all Rooney’s fault.

DURING THE PARTY;

The more he drank the more the red haze that always clouded his vision when he was angry crept over his eyes. Between losing his mother because of his father, his father because of his own rage, and the fact that he had to sit through one of Mr. Presmont’s boring ass speeches, Bryson Lahey was on edge. As much as he loved Sophia there was no denying her father was a grade A asshole. He couldn’t believe they were seriously thinking about electing a mayor who’d already proven time and time again that he couldn’t care less about all the families that lived a quarter mile in the wrong direction. And the way they looked at him with such awe, as if he were their savior, was disgusting. The only thing holding him in place was Sophia’s hand intertwined with his, resting along his thigh. But even their relationship had changed. She wanted him to talk. She needed him to, but every time he tried his anger took over. Everyone in town already thought his family was a bad omen around town. The last thing he needed was her slipping and telling her friends about what had happened that night or the fact that the blackouts hadn’t stopped so they could whisper something else about his family. Especially now that they were happening more and more often.

Normally she didn’t push. She let him brush off the subject but for the first time in their relationship she wouldn’t let things go. The passion he’d seen flare up over and over again over different causes, something he’d loved about her, was finally turned on him in the worst way possible. She wanted answers. She wanted him to stop drinking at a family event. She wanted so much and she was in the process of taking his drink when he jerked away from her, a string of obscenities on his tongue. What had appeared to be the perfect couple at one point was having a complete breakdown in the middle of the ballroom. A side of him only the greasers had ever seen was finally making an appearance.

Bryson could feel his vision beginning to blur when her aunt barreled into her, crying her eyes out. God. If there was one thing he couldn’t stand it was the woman and her dramatics and if there was one thing she’d proven over the past few months it was that she was emotional wreck. But this time it wasn’t an act. She wasn’t putting on a show for everyone around them, trying to earn some sort of pity points like they actually counted for something. She was actually upset and rightfully so. Mr. Rooney had been murdered in his hotel room. And the first thing that crossed Bryson’s mind was that he had it coming. It was about time the Rooney- all the Rosewood elite got what they deserved.

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