His hand on her face is my favourite thing

i’ll never be your mother’s favourite

Request: “Love your writing!! Can you write a Shawn imagine about him being nervous about meeting your family for the first time and he ends up feeling sick the whole way there but you tell him to just relax and it’s just nerves but once you get there later that night he just continues to feel worse and worse and ends up falling really ill and you feel bad for him and take care of him?? And maybe he’s embarrassed about being sick at your parents house??“

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x reader/female character
Rating: General audience
Words: 1353

John Mayer is playing softly on the radio as they speed past the trees on the side of the highway. Shawn buttons and unbuttons the top button of his shirt in the side view mirror for what feels like the hundredth time. They’re getting closer to her parents’ house and he can feel his stomach turn at the thought of standing in front of them for the first time. He looks hesitantly at the tie in his clammy palms every few seconds.

“Do I have to wear the tie?” he groans. “I feel like I’m already in danger of asphyxiation with this shirt collar.” 

“If I have to wear this dress, you have to wear that tie,” she says, eyeing the piece of silk in his lap. “Besides, it was your idea.” She receives nothing but a pitiful expression in response. “Fine,” she gives in. “But you’re helping me out of this damn thing when we get back home.” She rolls her eyes when she sees the smug smile on his face. “Not like that! This dress is tight as hell and I’m going to need help taking it off.”

“Oh, so no sex?” Shawn smirks at her. She smiles and shakes her head as she puts on the blinker and turns onto a smaller road. 

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Parental Instinct

Jiyong lifts your daughter, pulling her up to rest on his hip, her eyes scanning the shelf of candy in front of her.

‘Which ones do you want, princess?’ He asks her, swaying her backwards and forwards.  

‘How many can I have?’ She casts her round, almond eyes at him, blinking her butterfly eyelashes.

‘As many as you want.’ He chuckles, his lips dusting her forehead.

‘No, Ji…,’ You warn him sternly, your hand coming to rest gently on his bicep. ‘She will make you buy the whole shelf.’ He shrugs ambivalently at you, a single eyebrow dancing upwards.

‘Yeobo, let me spoil her, huh? I haven’t spent time with her in two weeks…’ You shake your head, knowing that not matter what you said, your daughter would get what she wanted from her father. Her four year old self was the apple of his eye.

‘I want that one.’ Your daughter points to a coffee chocolate bar, and Jiyong reaches for it, slightly taken aback.

‘You picked this one? Do you know what it is, Jaeeun?’ His asks curiously as his hand wraps around it, bringing it closer to her face.

‘Yes. It’s coffee and chocolate together.’ She replies with confidence. Jiyong’s eyes furrow in confusion.

‘But Jaeeun, you don’t eat coffee, huh?’ The bar hovers in front of her.

‘I know. But I thought about Mummy. You didn’t say you would buy her one, and I wanted to get her that one because it is her favourite.’ She blinks at him as if her decision was the most obvious thing in the world. Your husband nods in knowing, a pleased smile spreading on his face, mimicking the pleasant feeling inside your heart.

‘Ahhh, my daughter.’ He sighs contently, pressing his lips against her cheek. ‘You have such a kind heart.’ She squiggles against his kiss.

‘Not you. You forgot Mum.’ If there was one thing your daughter had inherited from your husband, it was his confidence. She was never one to let her voice go unheard.

‘I didn’t forget.,’ Jiyong states calmly. ‘I was helping you pick first.’

‘But Mummy needs help too, and sometimes you don’t help her… like when she asks you to wash the dishes.’

‘Jaeeun, pick some candy, huh? We’re going to be late to see Uncle Youngbae.’ You press her into a decision, and she picks another candy bar, wrapped delicately in a pink wrapper. Jiyong reaches for it, clutching it in his hand.

‘That one is for Uncle Bae. He likes strawberries. And Dad, you can have… the same one as me.’ She pauses, contemplating the choices, before pointing to Jiyong’s favourite - a mint chocolate bar. He adds two of them quickly to his now stretched fist.

‘Good choice, Jaeeun!’ He nods in pleasure, before dropping her slowly down from his hip, handing her two of the candy bars to carry. She toddles straight to the counter, her balance perfect as her hands wave the candy bars excitedly. Jiyong had picked her outfit today - black skinny jeans tucked into her miniature doc marten boots and a blue and white striped t shirt peeking out from under a green army coat. The coat waggled after her, and you noted the content look on your husbands face, satisfied with his wardrobe decision. You both followed her to the counter, Jiyong taking it upon himself to lift her up so she was able to place the chocolate on top of it. He adds his two, smiling at the old woman behind the counter.

‘How many are there?’ He asks her, his English twinged thickly with an accent. Despite his lack of complete fluency, Jiyong made every effort to immerse your daughter in English. It was something you were both trying to do - talk to her in English, so she became bilingual quickly. Her Korean had inexplicably developed far more rapidly than you’d expected, and she was sometimes still mixing her words when she spoke in English. As your parents only spoke English, it was important to you that she became fluent in your native language as well. Her face furrowed in concentration as she counted.

‘One, two, three… sa!’ She giggled in glee, knowing the annoyance the Korean would bring to her father.

‘Yah, Jaeeun… Am I speaking Korean?’ He presses gently, tickling her in a non-aggressive fashion.

‘Dad, I want to give the lady the money…’ She switches back to Korean, holding her hand open, palm flat for Jiyong to place money in. He reached into his back pocket, balancing your daughter carefully on his hip.

‘Okay, Okay. Wait a minute, huh, princess.’

‘Oh, wow. Your Korean is very good!’ The woman behind the counter comments happily as she begins scanning the items, the smile on her face crinkling her eyes. You can see Jiyong’s body tense instinctively, his movement for his wallet pausing in a split second.

‘Of course it is.,’ Your daughter comments confidently. ‘I’m Korean.’ Her statement is one of fact. Jiyong continues to withdraw his wallet, his movement strained slightly.

‘No you aren’t.’ The woman replies, her tone equally as confident. Jiyong’s head, which had been tilted slightly towards your daughter, snaps forward to look at the woman. If there is one thing he was sensitive about, it was the perception other Koreans had about his daughters race.

‘I am… I’m Korean.,’ Your daughters brow furrows slightly, confusion flooding her face. ‘My daddy always says…’

‘Look at your Mum. Look at you… You can’t be Korean.’ Despite her pleasant tone, her voice was becoming more forceful. Your daughters eyes begin to fill with tears, her face turning as they pooled in her wide set eyes.

‘Dad, am I Korean?’ She questions, her voice unsteady.

‘Of course you are, Jaeeun. This woman doesn’t know what she is talking about.’ He cuts in sharply.

‘Ji, let’s just go, huh? Youngbae is going to be waiting for us…’ You knew what was coming. The tension leaching from Jiyong’s body was becoming palpable. Your hands reach for your daughter, and Jiyong passes her to you willingly. Her face burrows into your scarf as you pull her into a hug, her wet tears mixing into the wool.

‘My daughter’s Korean isn’t good - it’s great, because its her first language.,’ His voice has become louder and more blusterous with anger, and your daughter retreats further into you, her tiny arms climbing inside your coat. You cradle her, turning away from Jiyong and the woman. ‘You, though, have an extremely narrow minded view of the world. Of course my daughter is Korean. She has lived here her entire life and has only left the country twice.’

‘But…’ The woman, taken aback by Jiyong’s confrontation, opens her mouth in an attempted rebuttal.

‘No buts. She is Korean. Who the hell are you to say she isn’t and upset her?,’ He opens his wallet, removing a few bills of cash. You catch them out of the corner of your eye, a handful of hundred thousand weon notes. ‘Keep the change. Use it to buy some damn empathy, huh?’ He flicks the notes onto the counter roughly, his fist in an easy swoop, before turning to stalk out of the store. You follow him, your daughter still clinging to you, her face not showing. You coo gently in an attempt to encourage her out.

‘Jaeeun? Are you okay?’ You switch to Korean in an effort to console her, your voice nervously stumbling over the syllables you could usually pronounce without effort. Her head shakes a negative response. Jiyong continues his rapid pace, his long, thin legs carrying him quicker than you could keep step with. He stops abruptly, his body coming to a halt just in front of you. You pause, approaching him. ‘Ji, slow down, huh? I can’t keep up.’ He turns, his head shaking is disbelief, collecting a deep breath.

‘Sorry, I’m just…,’ He huffs, unable to articulate his words correctly. Your head nods down to your daughter, to draw his attention to her distress. His eyes close, his face crinkling to draw inner strength.

‘Jaeeun-ah.,’ He steps forward, his voice low in comfort. ‘Daddy’s not mad at you, huh? You know that right?’ Her small head peaks out from the grooves of your scarf, eyeing Jiyong suspiciously.

‘I don’t know.,’ She replies honestly. ‘I’m confused.’ Jiyong lets out a lengthy sigh, before offering his arms to your daughter. She twists, shifting her weight into him so he was able to swing her onto the ground, allowing her to come to a standing position. She turns to face him, and he bends on his knees to crouch down to her level. His hands clutch her shoulders gently.

‘I’m not angry with you at all. I’m angry at that woman. You did nothing wrong, okay?,’ His hands smooth down her arms, coming to clutch her tiny hands. ‘She was being very rude to you, and when someone is rude to you that makes me angry. No one should be allowed to make you feel bad by being rude to you. Ever. Do you understand that?’ Your daughter blinks her wet lashes at her father, a small nod coming from her head.

‘Why did she say that I’m not Korean? You always told me that I am Korean.’ Her brows furrow, confusion threaded over her face. You can’t bare to look at her, so your eyes flick to Jiyong. To his credit, his face remains staunchly calm.

‘Some people think that if your Mum or Dad is from a different country, you can’t be Korean.,’ He responds. ‘But those people are just stupid. When they say that you aren’t Korean, you have to tell them they’re stupid, okay? In your biggest, loudest voice.’ His fingers reach up to nip her cheek in a pinch, and she giggles excitedly.

‘I can call them stupid?’ Both her eyebrows arch in surprise.

‘You can. I’m going to let you say that to them, but only them okay? I don’t want to hear you calling anyone else stupid.’ She nods her head in understanding, her little secret agreement between her father and her bringing a widening grin to her face.

‘I won’t. I promise. But she was stupid!’ She shakes her hands, unable to calm her physical excitement at saying the world. A deep chuckle rumbles from Jiyong’s throat.

‘Who loves you?’ Jiyong asks, kissing his palm and balling his hand, holding his clenched fist out for Jaeeun. She leans forward, and he opens his palm, pressing it into her exposed, plump cheek. His fingers burst into movement, dancing down her neck to tickle her. It was their secret greeting. You’d had no idea where it had originated from, but they both adored it.

‘You do.’ She giggles happily, her shoulders shrugging up to avoid his fingers.

‘I do.,’ He pauses, looking at her, his hand cradling her face. ‘Come give me a hug, my Korean princess.’ She moves quickly into him, slotting easily between his crouched knees as her hands reached up to wrap around his neck. He pulls her close, lifting her feet slightly off the ground with the power of his hug. He holds her, longer than usual, the emotion he was feeling seeping through him. He settles her down again, his arms still holding her, but loosening slightly to allow her to step back.

‘Are you sad, Daddy?’ She questions as she studies his face.

‘A little bit.,’ He answers truthfully. ‘I don’t like it when people make you upset or when you cry.’ Her hands reach up to his face, squishing his cheeks to purse his lips. She leans forward, mushing her lips into his happily, planting a loving kiss on them.

‘I’m not sad anymore, Dad.,’ She says simply. ‘That lady was just stupid.’ She pushes his cheeks once more, before letting him go.

‘Ahh, my smart Jaeeun.’ He replies with a smile. She wiggles out of his arms, taking his hand.

‘Uncle Bae is waiting for us. Let’s hurry.’ She chugs him into motion, her legs thundering on the path as they break into a run. Jiyong stalls, his eyes flicking back to you to ensure you were following, hand reaching out to clasp yours excitedly, and you take it, running after them both.

A heavy sigh leaves his lips as he removes his t shirt, discarding it neatly into the wicker washing basket at the end of the bed. His head folds down, his hands running through his hair, haphazardly spraying the black strands in multiple directions. Despite his resolve in front of Jaeeun, it was obvious his mind was still lingering on the incident earlier in the day. You place your kindle on the beside table, peeking at him over the rim of your reading glasses. Jiyong had put Jaeeun to sleep hours ago. You’d watched him lay her onto the bed, the new stuffed unicorn from Youngbae taking up most of the space. He’d kissed her goodnight and told her she was beautiful, staying to let her hug his arm until she’d fallen asleep. He’d disappeared into the study shortly after and you hadn’t seen him since.

‘Do you want to talk about it?’ You press lightly, eyes scanning him. His frame sinks lower, head bobbing further still.

‘No.,’ His answer is short and simple. He stands, deep in contemplation, and you throw back the covers, swinging your feed over the edge of the high bed frame. You pad your way to him, your silk sleep dress swishing against you lightly. You approach Jiyong, your arms wrapping warmly around his sunken body, your head coming to lay on his wide shoulder blades across the top of his back. ‘Do you think I scared her? I mean, she has never really seen me angry before.’

‘You didn’t scare her at all, Ji. She was just a bit confused. You didn’t do anything wrong.’ You murmur the words into his back, a kiss pressing against the bare skin of his tattooed neck, your lips tracing the lines of ink. Another sigh leaves him, and he sinks into your embrace. Throughout your relationship, you’d learned very early that Jiyong was much more sensitive than he let on. It was one of the most endearing traits about him. However, you understood how hard it was for him to grapple with the copious amounts of empathy he felt for others. He’d often wear their struggles longer than they would. ‘You saw her with Youngbae… She was over the moon. I doubt she is even going to remember it tomorrow.’

‘I know she seemed okay… I just got so angry about it I couldn’t control myself. I can’t stop thinking about how easily that woman shot her down. I want her to have confidence and we’ve both worked so hard to surround her with positive influences. It’s upsetting that in one second someone can say something so casually and it can have such a big impact on her. How could she say that to our child?’ You cradle him, rocking gently back and forward, your head resting on him.

‘We can’t protect her forever.’ Your response seems simple, and he chuckles slightly at your words.

‘You mean I can’t lock her in a tower away from the rest of the world?,’ He shifts your arms gently, his palms pressing to open your hands. He turns, coming to face you, his arms connecting around your body. He meets your eyes, carefully considering your face. ‘It’s not that I want to do that. It’s just I know people are going to see her as less of a person because she’s only half Korean. I know what the lady meant when she was saying she wasn’t Korean. She was saying she wasn’t good enough to be Korean. It made me upset… It made me really, really angry that someone could say that to my daughter. If people say things like that to her, she is going to start doubting herself.’ Your hand reaches up to cup his face, drawing it close to you for a sweet, lingering kiss. The amount of love Jiyong had for your daughter was boundless, and it was something you found intensely attractive.

‘I know, Ji. I know it’s hard. I didn’t know what to say when it happened because I was angry too. It’s difficult, and her life will be difficult. I can’t deny that. But we’re teaching Jaeeun to be a strong, thoughtful, caring person. That’s all we can do. Maybe she won’t get angry about this kind of stuff, but simply feel sorry for people who were taught such a narrow minded view.,’ You kiss his lips again, the fluffy cushion pressing against you with more vigour. ‘I know she has an amazing father that is going to fight for her whenever she needs it. I know she is going to be just as sympathetic and have the same amount of empathy as he does. I can already see it in her, Ji. We don’t have to worry about her.’

‘You’re right.,’ He nods, his gaze shifting off you. ‘You’re totally right. I just hate seeing her upset.’ He shakes his head to snap out of his daze.

‘You wouldn’t be a good father if you didn’t, and it’s one of the reasons she loves you and trusts you as much as she does.,’ Your hand reaches to his face, cupping his cheek to stroke your thumb across it. ‘And one of the reasons I love you as much as I do, too.’ He leans forward, enveloping you in a long, drawn out kiss. His lips rub softly against yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands slip low over your hips, coming to cradle the rounded cheeks of your bum. His kiss continues, building in passion.

‘Daddy… Mummy…’ Your daughters voice shatters the moment, calling from behind the closed door. Jiyong breaks apart, his shoulders sagging in disappointment.

‘Damn it… that was going somewhere.,’ He let’s out a low sigh, breaking from your hug. ‘Yes, princess?’ He calls.

‘Daddy?’ She calls again. Jiyong walks quickly to the door, peeling it open.

‘What is it, Jaeeun? You’re meant to be sleeping…’ His voice trails off when he sees her, her own face quivering as their eyes meet, her wet cheeks flooding with more tears.

‘I… I had… I had… a dream… and the… unicorn… died.’ Jiyong sweeps her up in his arms, her wet cheeks burying against his skin.

‘It’s alright, Jaeeun. It’s still there in your bed, huh?’ He coos to comfort her.

‘Daddy… I’m scared.’ She manages to splutter out. Jiyong bumps her gently up and down, shifting to the bed as he attempted to ease her worry.

‘That’s okay, princess. You can sleep here with us.’ You couldn’t fault his suggestion. Your daughter was rarely scared, and for the most part slept through the night. For her to be this upset was unusual. With his free hand, he threw back the covers, before gently laying her down between the crisp whiteness of the Egyptian cotton sheets. She let out a groan, holding her arms out to desperately to Jiyong as he let her go.

‘Daddy, no… You have to stay.’

‘I know, Princess. I’m just getting into bed.,’ He climbs next to her, snuggling himself up to her, and she accepts his hug gratefully. ‘Do you want Mummy to join us too?’ He suggested, his fingers sweeping over Jaeeun’s face to wipe the tears off her eyes. Your daughter nods eagerly, sitting up slightly to encourage you into the bed.

‘Come on, Mummy.’ Her voice is still croaky from her tears. You oblige her request, walking to the other side of the bed. You adjust the covers over both your daughter and husband, pulling them up to their necks, before peeling back the corner of your own side of the bed. It was spacious enough, and Jaeeun was small enough, that her presence made no difference to your comfort. However, you found Jiyong shifting closer to you and sandwiching your daughter between you. She rotates slightly, her sleepy head curling into your shoulder while her arm reaches back to touch her father. Her face is full of innocence and you again can’t help but think how a complete stranger could have been so forceful with her today.

‘Good night, Princess.’ You whisper to her. She leans forward, her lips pressing into yours in a goodnight kiss.

‘Goodnight, Mummy. I love you.’ 

A Little Childlish || Joe Sugg

Originally posted by abluepenguinlove

Requests are currently [ OPEN ]

Word Count: 696

Summary: (Y/N) might be a little childish, but Joe loves it. 

Dedicated to: My friend who asked me to write this for her xo

“Mate, have you seen the comments on your new video?”

Joe looks up from his laptop, a frown growing on his face as he eyes Jack’s hesitant expression silently. “Not yet; haven’t had time. Why?”

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Recap: 04/02/17

I was going to make this a short one but I think I failed… There was just too much to talk about! So without further ado, let’s do this. 

(Apologies for this recap being almost entirely about James Le Lacheur, Nicola Alexis, and Tom Mackley… I don’t know what to tell you. I love the covers and the ensemble.) 

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Joker/Harley/Reader imagine: You’re sick

Hi, can you do a Joker x Reader x Harley? I would appreciate. :)

Originally posted by geekcomics

Originally posted by i-mitacja

Your P.O.V.

Oh dear how bad things could feel when I was sick. Everything seemed ten times worse than normally and I hated every bit of it!

My throat was sore as fuck and my head felt like a bomb, ticking every second and the pressure was building up. My muscles ached and overall I felt like a wreck. Harley ,Joker and I were driving around Gotham city two days ago and by the shore I got out of the car. Perfectly I decided to jump down and take a swim. It started raining and everything sucked. Batman came around and I had to swim in the cold sea for longer than expected and I was sneaky enough to get away. But I had to walk home with wet clothes.

Now I had a fever.

‘’Aw poor thing’’ Harley sighed and slid down onto the couch next to me. I was watching tv, a series called ‘Gotham’. So far it was pretty okay. I tilted my head to see my girlfriend in her pink pajamas. Oh did I forget to mention that we were in a poly relationship? It was kinda awesome, at least for us.

‘’Let me take care of ya’’ Harley smiled widely and moved on the couch, standing on her knees. ‘’You’ll catch this’’ I warned her with a hoarse voice. I watched as she rolled her pretty blues and grabbed a pillow. Then she poofed it in her hands. Just then Joker appeared out of nowhere. ‘’How are my two favourite girls?’’ He purred and his red lips curved into a big metallic grin. I opened my mouth to speak, but then I felt like I had to sneeze.

I put my hand in front of my face and then took two deep breaths before sneezing. It made me a little dizzy. ‘’She’s sick’’ Harley told Joker and then put the pillow behind my head. ‘’No shit’’ I whispered playfully and then grabbed a tissue, wiping my hands and nose on it. ‘’Oh Y/N..That leaves us with one thing’’ Joker started and then I noticed he was shirtless. He grabbed a dark grey blanket and put it on me, tucking me in softly. ‘’We’ll have to take care of you. Right Harley?’’ Joker looked at miss madness over here a little darkly.

That look never meant anything good. 

‘’Yes Puddin’’ The words left Harley’s mouth slickly. ‘’I don’t want you to to get sick as well’’ I tried to speak without losing my voice. Suddenly Joker just laid down right next to me, wrapping one arm around me. I sighed and tried to ignore that he just couldn’t understand no. I didn’t want him or Harley to get sick because of me. 

‘’Don’t worry. We’ll get some medicines for you to pop up and you’ll be good to go’’ He promised cheerfully. Yeah right. Harley snuggled up to me on the other side and put her hand on my stomach, of course on the blanket. ‘’Don’t be so worried Y/N. It’s going to be okay!’’ She purred lovingly and traced patterns with her fingers. Well I warned them.

‘’What’s this show?’’ Harley asked me as we all stared at the big flat screen in front of us. ‘’Gotham’’ I replied shortly and then tried to relax. ‘’Oh how exciting!’’ Joker chuckled and sounded happy. He liked shows that were filmed here or had anything to do with Gotham. ‘’ Hey princess’’ Harley looked at me, straight into my eyes. I just nodded. ‘’I’ll go and getcha some drugs to make you feel better’’ She promised and placed a kiss on my cheeks. Knowing Harley I wasn’t sure whether she meant real drugs or medicines by drugs. Then she got up and walked away, leaving me with Joker.

‘’If I knew how to cook I’d make ya some soup’’ He admitted after a while. I couldn’t help but to smile at him. ‘’I’ll be fine J’’ I whispered calmly and leaned a little against him. ‘’This is Batman’s fault’’ He stated bluntly and I just nodded. ‘’Well we can kick his ass later’’ He laughed again and I knew he’d do anything to piss off that bat. ‘’You, me and Harley. A deadly trio’’ I said although my throat hurt. Joker looked into my eyes and I saw love in the middle of that chaos. ‘’You two are my queens..you’re so clever’’

‘’I’m back!’’ Harley declared and ran over with something in her hands. I looked closer and saw two things which didn’t surprise me at all. She had Burana, water and a joint. A long joint. ‘’I thought we could share this’’ She answered my unspoken question. ‘’Come here Harls. We’ll have to stay in all day’’ Joker fake pouted. Harley was back on the couch with us quickly. 

I loved these two.

Show Report for April 20, part 1

This is my second attempt at a show report, because Chrome crashed when I was halfway through the first attempt and I lost it all. ☹ I’m sorry, but I don’t have time to proof read it now as I’m leaving for part 2 in a few minutes. :D

One of the things I really noticed this time was how many hints towards Delphi’s true nature are sprinkled about the earlier parts of the play. I’ve mentioned before how much I love that moment after Delphi and Harry have shaken hands when Harry kind of pauses, looking perplexed, and keeps his hand aloft. It’s very subtle, but Jamie does it every time. And then, once Delphi’s left the stage, Harry flexes his fingers and then shakes them.

Another hint is the discrepancy between what Delphi tells Albus on the stairs when they first meet and what she tells Scorpius when she’s manipulating him on the stairs at Hogwarts. She tells Albus how “they used to do all sorts” with her name when she was at school. And she tells Scorpius that she never went to school.

My favourite thing is something I really noticed last night, sitting so close to the stage. It’s the final moment of act one, where Delphi, Scorpius and Albus are gathered around the Time-Turner in Hermione’s office. Scorpius is holding the book containing the Time-Turner, Delphi to his left (if you’re in the audience) and Albus to his right. The Time-Turner floats above the book in his hands, glowing and spinning, lighting up their faces. Scorpius, looking scared, says, “Good. This is going to be good.” And then, simultaneously, both Delphi and Albus reach towards the Time-Turner with looks of greed on their faces.

It’s chilling once you know why.

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@chiafun gave me a lokane prompt: They make a bet to date Jane.

My deepest apologies. I wrote something extremely silly. 

here is your silly and thank you for the prompt. This is a High school AU, be warned. 

Originally posted by undercoverlibrarian

Is it national arsehole day?

Whoever it was that had bumped into her had already disappeared down the hall leaving her to pick up her small mount of books and notes. Just one more year then it’s MIT or Harvard. Hopefully. If she can get a scholarship.

           The sleeve of his bomber jacket is the first thing she sees and it’s enough to make her think she hallucinating. Thor jock-god-of-high-school Odinson has come to her rescue.

           “Here. Let me help.” He seems softer than the other boys in school. His smile is kinder. That being said he has had his fair share of keg stands and parking lot brawls. Not to mention the string of broken hearts from those who fall for his golden locks and blue eyes.

           He picks up a page of her notes and leans back as if he had forgotten his glasses. “So this is what real math looks like.”

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This is just about my favourite hug of all of S1-2…

Their body language… sigh…

For one thing, her hand grasps the back of his neck.  This is not a platonic hug, says body language 101.

And just look at his face.  He’s so happy

A cute bonus: if you look hard you can see in the bottom right corner that they hug so hard one of his “edible ball bearings” goes flying in the shot… Haha!!!

Could i have a fic for the RFA+ v and it’s where they get into a fight with mc and later find her/him at a bar? And then like you can take it from there(but bonus points if she’s in danger or something)

This got so long, so it’ll be under a read more!

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A Memorable Trip

“Two days. Two days and then we have to leave!” Joe pouted at the camera, before panning across the room where Oli, Caspar, Will, and Y/N were sprawled across. “I don’t want to leave.”

“And I don’t want you guys to leave!” Y/N called out, letting out a grunt when Joe dropped onto the couch beside her, slinging an arm across her shoulders.

“We told you, just follow us back to England.” Oli responds, his own camera out and vlogging.

“If only.” She sighed, shaking her head as she leaned into Joe’s embrace. “Stupid work.”

“Well, guess you’ll just have to come visit.” Joe grinned down at her. “Because you’re stuck with me for life now, love.”

The boys were over in LA for a holiday, but unfortunately it was coming to an end, and that meant Y/N would be left alone while they made their way back to England. She had met them on their second day in LA, when she had ran into Joe while running late for work.

After apologizing profusely, she had carried on. And then an hour later, served them coffee. They had all laughed at the coincidence, and began talking. By the time her shift had ended, Y/N was invited over to the house the boys were renting, and ever since then, they had all been inseparable.

Especially her and Joe.

That first night, they had ended up staying up into the wee hours talking. About everything and anything. They just clicked immediately, and over the past couple of weeks, had only grown closer and closer.

And Joe’s feelings for her had grown stronger and stronger. But Y/N wasn’t aware of this.

“What are we doing for your last couple of days here anyways?” She questioned, looking around at the different boys.

“Is there anything you haven’t shown us that you really want to?” Caspar tossed his phone onto the couch beside him, looking up at her.

“Not really,” She shrugged, glancing up at Joe as he started to trace patterns into her arm. “I think I’ve shown all my favourite things to you guys already.”

“Never would have guessed from the constant going out every day.” Oli rolled his eyes.

“Hey! You had fun!” Y/N bit her lip, glancing between Oli and Caspar. “Right?”

Joe started shaking against her, and it took a moment before she realized he was chuckling. “Relax, we had fun.” He turned to shoot a look at Oli. “Stop making her feel bad.”

“I’m sorry!” Oli held up his free hand, turning his camera to face him. “Let it be known to everyone, I had fun. And Caspar too.” The blonde nodded eagerly in response, leaning against Oli to be in shot.

“How about we just relax and hang out then?” Joe decided, giving up on vlogging as he let his camera fall to the couch, stretching out instead.

“Sounds good to me.” Y/N responded, wrapping her arms around his waist. “More time to hang out with my boys.

“You two are adorable.” Will commented, grinning over at Joe.

“Oh piss off.” He rolled his eyes, but there was a small blush on his cheeks.

“Have you never seen girl and guy friends cuddle before, William?” She asked, raising an eyebrow, not noticing the flash of sadness in Joe’s eyes.

“Just making an observation.” Will smirked, picking up his phone to snap a quick photo.

Later in the evening, while Y/N and Oli were in the kitchen getting dinner prepared, Caspar pulled Joe aside to talk to him.

“Mate, you have to tell her.”

“What are you on about?” Joe acted dumb, but his eyes still found her as she moved around the kitchen.

“We leave in less than two days, Joe. She should know.”

“No, she shouldn’t. Because we leave in less than two days. It wouldn’t work long distance.

“It might.”

“When has long distance ever worked?”

“You guys could make it work.”

“Just give it up, Caspar.” Joe sighed, shaking his head.

“As long as you think about it.” Caspar’s face was serious, and he stared his best friend down until he finally nodded.

“Food’s ready!” Y/N called out, smiling over at the two boys.

“Good! I’m starving!” Caspar responded, clapping Joe on the shoulder before joining her, Will, and Oli. Joe watched them for a moment until Y/N looked over at him, shooting him a concerned look. He shook his head and gave her a smile, joining them as well.

I’ve thought about it, Caspar. It’s just not happening. Joe thought to himself, taking a seat beside Y/N.

Now they were all gathered at the airport, saying their goodbyes.

“I don’t want you to leave.” Y/N sighed, wrapping her arms around herself. “None of you.”

“We’ll see each other again!” Caspar nodded firmly, pulling her into a hug. “Plus we can text and snapchat and all that fun stuff.” She smiled sadly up at him as they pulled away. Oli stepping in for a hug as well.

“You’ve made this trip memorable, Y/N. I’ll never forget it.” He told her, smiling at her as they separated.

“None of us will.” Caspar agreed.

You need to visit u soon, okay?“ Will said, pulling Y/N into another hug.

Joe stayed silent, a small frown on his face.

“We’ll let you two say goodbye alone…” Oli glanced between Joe and Y/N.

“Alright..text me when you land!” She called after the two as they made their way past security. “So…” She rocked on her feet, looking up at Joe.

“I could stay. Just a while longer.”

Y/N laughed softly, shaking her head. “No, you have to go back. Go be a big time YouTuber who attends all those meetings and never tells anyone anything.”

“Then consider coming to London?” He smiled down at her, feeling his heart break slightly.

“I’ll consider it.” She nodded before her lips turned down in a frown. “I’m going to miss you, Joe.”

“I’ll miss you too, Y/N.” He pulled her into a tight hug.

“Don’t go forgetting about me.” She mumbled into his chest.


After another minute passed, they reluctantly pulled apart.

“You have to go.” Y/N spoke, barley a whisper.

“I know.” Joe searched her eyes before dipping down to place a kiss on her cheek, just at the corner of her lips. “I’ll text you when we land.”

And then he was gone, making his way through security. She stood there, watching him, wanting to chase after him. Her own heart broke, hating that she let the best thing that had ever happened to her walk away.

Just before Joe walked around the corner, he turned around and smile back at her.

Y/N returned his smile, deciding that she would make it to London one day.

She wasn’t ready to give up Joe Sugg yet.

Part 2

Air For Free

JILY CHALLENGE | @prongsno​ vs @sclemnlyswear
relationship milestones + Lily realising she’s in love 

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As cliché as it sounded, the day had whizzed by for Lily Evans. Although the November air had been bitterly cold and unforgiving, she had a smile on her face. Why? Well, when you’re in the company of James Potter you almost forget about the world around you. 

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this alone is enough

AN: Merry Christmas @ming85, for I am your secret santa!! Here’s some post-reveal Adrinette and Ladynoir with all the emotional vulnerability and witty banter and fluffy endings that I could muster. I used a few of your stunning works of art as inspiration :D I hope you enjoy this! @mlsecretsanta

(P.S:  When presented to a man, a white camellia is thought to bring luck!)

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Wakefulness comes not in a slow and gentle gradation, but in a sudden intake of breath, leaving awareness blindly catching up from the depths of the subconscious and trailing like an afterthought.

A smothered gasp catches in Adrien’s throat as he opens his eyes to greet the dark. It takes him a few dizzying moments to ground himself.

His head rolls over. His phone tells him it’s 2:14, but he already instinctively knows that. He’s woken up at odd hours for almost a decade, long enough to establish the habit of waking up during the witching hours in preparation for a fight no matter how tired he may be.

Somewhere near the top of his head, Plagg’s snores tickle through his hair. No deviation from Plagg’s breathing pattern indicates that anything might be wrong, but Adrien knows that nothing short of an apocalypse or the crinkle of a camembert wrapper will wake the kwami up. It’s easy enough to tune out the snores; this, too, is age-old habit.

Filtering through the large windows of the apartment is an undercurrent of cars rumbling, wind whistling, lights humming. A city breathing as it peacefully slumbers on through the dead hours of the nights.

“Adrien?” By his side, a blanketed lump rolls over and shifts until eyelashes flutter against his bare arm as Marinette peers up at him. “‘s’matter?”

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Pairing: Calum & Y/N 

Words: 2000+

Warning: sfw, but it might be a tear jerker. 

Inspired by Cal’s tweet last night and my own sadness, i’m really fucking proud of this actually, i hope you love it as much as i do xx 


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Favourite Illya x Gaby fics

For my faves illyakuryyakin, dirtymonstaa and agentmarvels

Whispers by RNandSniper ★★★★☆

With one man down, and her other partner missing, Gaby does what she needs to. With their team so fragile and new, will they have what it takes to stick together in face of adversity.
Where the Istanbul mission went badly, and America is no safe haven for recovery.

Some things never sleep by adolescentwolf ★★★★★

Waverly flips idly through her file, and she has half a mind to grab it from his hands. She’s never seen it, but she finds being so closely examined, so critically documented, very annoying. “No more quarrels with Kuryakin, then?” he asks. “Your early reports painted a less-than-flattering picture.”

Gaby keeps her voice even when she replies, “It just took time.”

Where You Come In by jopling ★★★☆☆

It doesn’t go well. And it’s not just because there’s an explosion and Gaby sees a refrigerator fly out of the building’s third floor window. Illya stopped responding to his radio ten minutes ago. And for the past eight minutes she had been debating whether he was fine, maybe he had just dropped it in a fight, or if she should blow her cover to get him out.

It’s the flying refrigerator that makes Gaby rush out of the car.

– In which Gaby knows what she wants, and she really wishes Illya was more expressive about what he wanted.

Pick up Lines by Weather ★★★★☆

Written for the prompt: Basically anything involving Illya picking Gaby up. Lifting her onto a table or holding her against the wall for makeouts, carrying her when she gets hurt, her climbing on his shoulders to get to something, etc. Bonus points for a five times fic or something else with multiple instances.

The Best Defense by krakens ★★★★☆

Her boredom sets in before they are even done with breakfast; the others sit around the table silently as they eat and leaf through a newspaper, a dossier, a small book. Gaby’s bare feet are propped up on the table, much to Waverly’s annoyance, and she spins her table knife between her fingers idly as she watches them.

“I want to learn to fight,” she says. None of them look up, but Illya acknowledges her statement with a nearly imperceptible nod of his head.

Clarity by avari20 ★★★★★

Napoleon discovers Gaby’s little secret after putting two and two together. He knows how Peril feels, but Gaby’s always been more of an enigma to him.

Destinations by eLJay ★★★★☆

A collection of unrelated oneshots. Gaby and Illya slowly make their way together.

Cry to Me by matriarchcomputer ★★★★★

Tumblr Request:

“I need more Katya and Illya! There isn’t enough papa!Illya in the universe! Can you write some more papa!Illya!?” - Anonymous

Night Fever by PerilousCowboy ★★★☆☆

Illya gets sick, but luckily his team is there to watch out for him. Shameless fluff.

An unexpected proposal by winterwaltz ★★★★☆

what’s the best way to shine at your ex’s (and boss’s) wedding, other than to bring your new (fake!) fiance?


Tifa Appreciation Week: Favourite attribute 
 Badass combat skills

There are a lot of things to love about Tifa but this might be my last entry for Tifa Appreciation Week. Let’s face it, Tifa’s combat skills are badass hands down. It’s the kind of skills that got me screaming “YES fuck me with those mad skills”. No one’s going to fight me about this. Even her battle against Loz in FFVII A/C showed how extremely capable she is in kicking one’s ass with her bare hands and feet. And she’s so volant that Loz had to resort to his beyond physical limit break to stop her. This was a product of lessons and practices since the age of 15. Underestimating Tifa based on her obvious physical beauty and grace (she is reserved, only choosing to show a different side of her when provoked) is probably the biggest mistake one could ever do. PS: my most favourite Tifa limit breaks are the beat rush (2nd and 3rd in the photoset) and meteorite (7th and 8th in the photoset)

Last but not least, let me just say 
Happy Birthday Tifa! :)

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Ok ok, so Caroline goes to NOLA and Klaus does everything to get her to move into his room from the guest room next door. Thank you!

Caroline giggled as Klaus walked her to her room after the evening they had spent out at the local bar with the rest of the family. They were talking about random, meaningless things, mainly about the people they had seen that night. She questioned him about their pasts or their life, and he would answer frankly (much to her amusement).

“Goodnight, Klaus,” she whispered against his cheek after pressing a soft kiss to it when they reach the door to the guest bedroom next to his. It had became hers ever since she had come to New Orleans and began a tentative relationship with the hybrid kind himself.

“You know, we could carry on in, say, my room?” he tried nonchalantly, shooting her his boyish grin with dimples and peering at her through his lashes seductively as he lowered his head slightly.

“Oh, I know. I have known since the first time you mentioned it a couple of months ago when I moved in,” Caroline brushed off with a shake of the head and a soft smile, placing a hand on the door handle.

“My bed is much more comfier,” Klaus insisted pointedly, causing her to raise a brow in scepticism.

“How would you know? You haven’t tried mine,” she told him, pretty sure he would never have slept in any of the beds in the house apart from his own, whether he needed to or not.

Perking up, he tilted his head to the side and smirked. “Is that an invite, love?”

Goodnight, Klaus,” she laughed, throwing her head back and opening the door to enter her room.

“Goodnight, Caroline,” he sighed after her. She could hear his footsteps slowly retreat and enter his own bedroom as she gently closed her door with a smile gracing her features as she thought over his offer in her mind whilst getting ready for bed like she usually did.

“Klaus!” she shouted in a mix of anger and confusion when she entered her bedroom after an afternoon of shopping with Rebekah. A warm breeze met her the moment she opened her door, along with the sounds and smells of the entire French Quarter.

“I’m right next door, sweetheart. There’s no need to yell,” Klaus grumbled, approaching her slowly with a lazy smirk. She stood in the doorway, bags still in hand, and twirled the instant he appeared next to her.

“Isn’t there?! ‘Cause my bedroom suddenly has no windows!” she exclaimed, throwing out a shopping-laden hand towards the wall which usually boasted of three amazing, huge windows. Now, there were three amazing, huge holes.

Peering over her shoulder, he met her eyes again with an innocent look, hands clasped behind his back. “Didn’t I mention? I’m having them changed to reinforced glass,” he told her matter-of-factly and with a simple shrug.

“In case someone decided to shoot at me?” Caroline asked incredulously, her voice still slightly raised and her brows pinched in annoyance.

“Among other reasons, yes,” Klaus replied earnestly, making her sigh in defeat because if there was something she had learnt about him (in both the months she had been there and the years she had known him), it was that there was no way she could argue against him when it can to her safety. “Is there a problem? I was only thinking of your wellbeing.”

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head and dumped her shopping onto her bed. She couldn’t deny that reinforced windows in the bedroom of the only non-Original in the house wasn’t entirely the worst idea (especially with her tendencies of attracting trouble), but it did put a small dent in her routine for the day.

A small pout formed on her mouth when she recalled their plans for the evening. “I needed to shower before we went out for dinner. I can’t with people working right outside my bedroom.”

“Oh. I guess that is a problem,” Klaus muttered, pursing his lips as he glanced over to the workers outside the windows (actual paid handymen and not his hybrids, for once) before looking back at her. “You’re more than welcome to use my bathroom, Caroline. In fact, why don’t you just get ready there?”

Narrowing her eyes at him, Caroline thought over his words for a second before nodding, realising she had played right into his hands with this. “Yeah, alright,” she said, doing her best to keep the slight amusement out of her voice as she headed to her wardrobe to gather the stuff she would need.

“And if the work isn’t finished by the time we get back, you’re also welcome to stay in my room,” he added offhandedly, covertly peering into her shopping bags to see what she had brought.

She had the habit of picking up something or another for him (from shirts to a watch, or even a new necklace once), and he was sure he had just caught sight of some art supplies in a bag when a small pink bag tucked into a larger shopping bag caught his attention. There was no question as to what was in it, and though his fingers were itching to take a sneak peek, he knew she wouldn’t appreciate it.

Their relationship moved at the pace Caroline was comfortable with, and though they had technically already slept together back in Mystic Falls (there hadn’t been much sleeping that afternoon in the woods), it was still a step in their new relationship they had yet to take. And seeing the lingerie in the bag in front of him on her would be well worth the wait.

“Now you’re pushing it,” she scoffed, shooting him a warning look to get away from her shopping when she moved to her bathroom to collect her toiletries.

Klaus stepped back and sighed dramatically. “Can you blame a guy for trying?”

Caroline rolled her eyes affectionately as she walked back over to her bed after inserting the DVD into her TV. Klaus laid propped up against her pillows, looking adorable under her pink and purple sheets, fidgeting uncontrollably with a scowl on his face.

“I wasn’t lying when I said my bed was more comfortable,” he muttered, relaxing and ceasing his continuous shuffling the moment she slid back into bed and settled next to him. His dramatics weren’t lost on her, but she chose not to comment on it simply because she had enjoyed it far more than she should have.

“Do you have a TV?” she asked dryly, to which he pursed his lips and stared over at her, unimpressed. “Exactly.”

“If I get a TV, will you move in with me?” he asked hopefully.

“I already live with you, don’t I?” Caroline replied without missing a beat, glancing over at him as she arranged the sheets around them and fluffing up the (luxury) pillows behind her.

“I mean, my room,” Klaus clarified, taking the bowl of popcorn she passed over to him from her bedside table before she turned off the lamp.

“I know what you mean, hon,” she told him softly, laying her head against his shoulder and gently nudging his arm until he moved it with an exaggerated sigh and a loving smile to circle around her shoulders. “I’m still not ready,” she added, looking up at him.

“If you say so,” he replied coolly, though the smile that remained on his features told her that he understood (even if he didn’t want to). Turning back to the TV, Caroline grabbed the remote and started up the DVD. “What are we watching? And why do we have to do it in bed?”

“Because ‘Elf’ has to be watched in bed the night before Christmas! Its tradition,” she informed him, grabbing a couple of popcorn kernels and chewing on it thoughtfully. Considering this was the first time she was actually watching ‘Elf’ with him (or anyone, for that matter), it couldn’t be a ‘tradition’ until it was repeated a couple of times. “Well, it will be from now on.”

Klaus groaned as the movie began, a look of disgust clear on his TV glare-lit face. “I have to watch this every year now?” he questioned in disbelief and throwing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“I’m sure Kol wouldn’t mind joining me in bed if you choose not to,” Caroline said with a lopsided shrug, eyes glued to the screen of her favourite Christmas movie. She could hear the light growl that vibrated through his body at the words, bringing out a sly smirk at his predictable reaction.

“The things I do for you, Caroline,” he all but grumbled. Tucking her face into his neck, she pressed her lips to his smooth skin in a silent thank you before returning to her position to enjoy her movie. “And yet, you simply won’t move into my room.”

“Hey, I need to get ready in your room. Is that ok?” Caroline asked as she burst into his room, not waiting for his answer as she walked straight to his ensuite bathroom with an armful of makeup and a hair straightener.

“Sure. Why?” Klaus questioned, entering from his adjoining studio on the other side of the room and following her. He wasn’t invited to the girl’s night out her and Rebekah had planned for the evening (obviously) but that wouldn’t stop him from enjoying her beauty until she left.

“I left half my stuff here last time so instead of dragging it all back, I figured I’d just bring the rest I need here,” she replied, voice echoing off the bathroom walls. He leaned against the doorjamb with his arms crossed, eyes gazing over the small collection of items on the counter he had noticed she had left behind a few weeks earlier when her windows were being renovated. Catching his eyes via the mirror, she smiled sweetly and gave a small shrug as she added, “Also, you have better lighting and mirrors.”

“Bring as much stuff as you want, love,” he told her, grinning smugly at the fact that her things were slowly starting to migrate into his room. There wasn’t much but it was a start.

Throwing him a bemused look at the scarily self-satisfied smile, Caroline shook her head when he simply looked back without a hint of coyness. “When did you get a TV, by the way?” she asked, seeing the rather big flatscreen mounted to the wall opposite his bed behind him.

Glancing over his shoulder, he waved a hand dismissively as if it wasn’t a big deal (and as if it hadn’t been a direct result of their Christmas Eve conversation). “Oh, that? I’ve had it for a while.”

“No, you haven’t. It wasn’t there last week,” she countered in amusement, finishing on her hair and moving onto her makeup.

Klaus’ brow furrowed, looking slightly taken aback by her comment. “Why were you in my room last week?”

Freezing halfway in opening her bottle of mascara, Caroline cleared her throat and purposely avoiding his eyes as she focused on her makeup. “I- I mean, I just needed- You see, I sleep in your shirts, right?” she asked rhetorically, not adding how she had also taken the time to use the cosmetics she had left in his bathroom rather than take it back with her. It was a dangerous game she was playing, she knew it, but the slow pace was the pace she was comfortable with.

“Ah, so you’re my clothes thief. I thought it was one of my hybrids,” he stated with a smirk and a low chuckle, especially when she twirled to face him and pointed her mascara wand in his direction in a threatening way.

“Don’t. That’s not funny, Klaus. They’re already eerily respectful and obedient of you, and without the sire bond,” she scoffed, wincing at the thought of it. It was no secret that Caroline wasn’t the biggest fan of the hybrids, though she only made it known to the family. Rather than the sire bond being the irritating factor in this instant (he had unsired them before she had even turned up), it was more the fact that they liked being his lackeys and paid him more attention than she was comfortable with (especially the females). “Next thing I know, they’ll be trying to get in as your queen,” she huffed, turning back to the mirror.

“They all know that spot’s reserved for you, Caroline,” Klaus informed her, lightly yet earnestly. “Though if you want to make it more clear, sharing a bed nightly would be a great start.”

Laughing silently, she threw him a teasing wink. “I bet it would,” she murmured.

Snuggling deeper into Klaus’ light duvet, she pulled up her knees to her chest so she could pull the covers up to her chin. The pillows behind her back and shoulders were as fluffy as clouds and the mattress seemed to perfectly mould to her body no matter how often she moved or the position she was in.

“Your bed really is comfy,” she sighed contently when he re-entered the room with the popcorn she had asked him to fetch for them. A movie night wasn’t complete without it, and she was trying to get him into the little human rituals she had grown up loving simply to make new memories with him. She was lucky he did almost anything she asked of him.

“It could be our bed,” he pointed out suggestively, balancing the bowl of popcorn on her knees as he joined her in bed. Caroline scowled at his actions, upset she was forced to bring her arms out of the cocoon she had created for herself to grab onto the snack before it split everywhere.

Huffing, she threw the remote control into his lap once he was settled. “Start the movie, would you?” she insisted, changing the subject and munching on the popcorn as she did so.

“Half of your stuff’s in my room as it is,” Klaus added even as he did as she asked and started the movie she had chosen for that night; ‘Despicable Me’. She figured he would appreciate the evil plans and the Minions. If not, at least she could make jokes about it.

“Yeah, ‘cause you’ve made space for it and now it’d just leave your room look empty if I took it back,” Caroline retorted, ignoring the fact that now her stuff had slowly started to shift into his room, her own room had began looking slightly empty (even if she tried to restock with more shopping trips). “Nice vanity table, by the way. Is that where you do your makeup?” she teased, regarding the antique table that had recently made its home next to his walk-in closet.

“My hair, actually,” he replied dryly, finally starting the movie and shuffling down in the bed to rest alongside her as she laughed at the image his response had conjured.

The sound of the shower being turned off was the first thing that registered in Caroline’s mind when she woke up. The room was still dark and one peek over her shoulder showed the outline of the moonlight around the curtains. With a sigh, she curled back up under the duvet, inhaling deeply at both the familiar scent that was Klaus and the fresh smell that was his bodywash.

“Is this what it takes for you to move into my room?” his voice rang through the covers as she blinked up at him when he entered the room with a towel wrapped low on his hips.

“You’re back!” she exclaimed sleepily, freeing her arms from under the covers to reach out to him when he approached the bed and leaned over to kiss her chastely. “Hmm, I missed you,” she whispered against his lips when they broke apart, pressing a quick peck before he backed away completely.

“I can tell,” Klaus smiled, smoothing a hand over her hair before trailing it down her arm and eventually resting on her waist as he perched on the edge of his bed. “If I had known, I would have gone away a long time ago.”

Smiling, she shook her head and waved a finger at him. “Don’t read anything into it, babe. Your bed is amazing and you were away. I felt closer to you here.”

“My bed is still amazing with me here; more actually,” he told her, licking his lips and smiling softly. His thumb strummed against her hipbone lazily as he lowered his voice to add, “And we can definitely be closer.”

Rolling her eyes, Caroline poked him in his towel-clad thigh and pouted. “Its the middle of the night; do you really want to have this conversation now or get into bed with me?” Klaus’ grin was bright enough to light up the room, causing her to giggle as she fought against him trying to lift the covers and climb in with her in his current state of undress. “After you put on some pants.”

Even at her most stealthiest, she should have known nothing got past Klaus. He was awake the moment she stepped foot into his room, tiptoeing over the threshold and closing the door behind her almost silently.

“Caroline? What’s wrong?” he asked her, voice husky yet clearly underlined with concern.

“Bad dream,” she answered timidly, hurrying her steps now she had been found out and climbing into his bed without waiting for permission. She guessed she had an open invitation considering he had been asking her to move into his room since the moment they had embarked on this relationship.

Laying her head onto the edge of his pillow, she pressed herself up against him as he turned over from his stomach onto his side. His arm went around her waist to hold her there, and Caroline couldn’t help but work a leg between his to anchor herself to him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently, pushing her hair back from her face as she shook her head.

“I just want to sleep,” Caroline said, burying her nose into his shoulder and closing her eyes, hoping having him surrounding her would be enough to chase away the awful memories that had chosen to rear their ugly head that night in the form of night terrors.

“Ok, sweetheart,” she heard him murmur into her hair as he rubbed soothing circles between her shoulderblades. It was enough to make her relax completely.



“I love you,” she confessed for the first time against his warm, bare skin. A small smile curved on her lips as she felt him tense, pausing in his actions on her back momentarily before slowly easing back into a more relaxed state.

“I love you, too.”

Waking up the heavenly smell of coffee and blood, Caroline had to admit that her constant ‘sleepovers’ in Klaus’ room were starting to pay off.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he greeted her as she blinked awake, accepted his kiss and the mug he passed into her hands as she sat up.

“Thank you,” she smiled, taking a sip and humming appreciatively. “So, is this something that comes with the room?” she asked, carrying on to clarify at his look of confusion. “The breakfast in bed.”

Arching a brow, Klaus eyed her for a second and asked carefully, “Will it persuade you?”

She laughed and pretended to think about it as she drank her coffee and blood mix, watching him tidy up the room from the mess he had left after his morning shower. It was a habit she had unknowingly instilled in him, though she highly suspected his actions were more of a way to woo her into moving into his room than anything else.

“Definitely tips the scale,” she finally admitted, a smile slowly appearing to the point where she had to bite her bottom lip simply to keep it in check and make him sweat it for a few more seconds. “Most of my stuff has migrated in here somehow, anyway. And I really do like your bed.”

“That’s it? No other reason?” Klaus queried sceptically, throwing his dirty clothes into the hamper in the corner of the room.

“Well, there is one other thing. Something I’ve been waiting on since I moved here, actually,” she said slyly, placing her cup onto the bedside table and sitting up straighter against the headboard.

Making his way over to her, he smiled cockily from the end of the bed as he stood looming over. “Oh yeah? What could that possibly be?”

Leaning forwards in the bed, she crooked a finger at him to do the same to lessen the distance between them. Once she was happy with the anticipation she had built up, she lowered her voice and stated, “My own walk-in wardrobe.” Giggling loudly at the exasperation on Klaus’ face, she hurriedly raised to her knees and walked over to the end of the bed just as he turned away. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” she laughed, grasping onto his forearm before he could go anyway and tugging gently to make him face her once again just as she got her laughter under control. Reaching up with her free hand, she cupped his cheek tenderly. “All that is meaningless without you here. In your room.”

Our room,” he quickly corrected her, words light as hope filled his features and Caroline had no idea why she had waited so long to take him up on his offer when the sight in front of her should have been enough to give in months earlier.

Trailing her hand down his chest, she gripped his shirt in a fist and pulled him towards her gently as she settled back onto her legs, forcing him to follow and hover over her. “Its not ‘ours’ until we christen it,” she said suggestively.

A relieved but sensual smirk appeared on his full lips as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed the other hand onto the mattress next to her. “Then lets make that happen, love.”

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“It’s beautiful,” Rose murmured, staring up at the night sky. They were at the seaside, only a couple of hours from London, her time, and it was late.

The  Doctor was propped up on his elbows on the sand. “Knew you’d like it,” he said softly. He glanced down at her, where she was spread out on his coat. “Light pollution, in London - means you never get to see the stars properly.”


When his eyes returned to the sky, he smiled, because he could hear and feel her shuffling a tad closer to him.



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I’ve been wondering to myself why this has become my favourite Steroline scene…even more than the scene from 2x02 and 5x17.   This might get long because there’s so much to love about this scene.  

Despite all they both had been through and all the things they had done, I was almost sure to see Caroline’s defence wall up and pretty much a return to 6x06-6x10.  So I was pleasantly surprised to see this interaction.  It was raw.  There was no pretence, no hiding of where they’re at, no blame…just a honest conversation between two adults about where they are at.  

0:00 - 0:22

Caroline ‘avoiding’ Stefan was hilarious and so obvious.  And I love how Stefan just walks up to her with a smile on his face.  He just wanted to talk to her…to to his best friend again.  You can tell how much he yearned to just have a conversation with her…regardless of the topic.  I love how he gives her space, he doesn’t force her to talk to him…he just asks.  It’s respectful, it’s gentle….ugh I am so in love with these two.  And the moment he asks, Caroline just takes a breath and stops pretending.  

0:23 - 0:32

And they dive straight into the friendship they had built over the years.  That friendship still remains in tact.  He needed to talk to her because he needed her assurance.  And she was generous with it.  Despite all the darkness their ‘non-humanity’ vampire selves have brought into their relationship, somehow this relationship is still incredibly pure.  It is rooted in trust and in honesty.  They have a deep understanding and love for one another.  

0:32 - 0:37

I love that Caroline didn’t beat around the bushes, she just said it.  The thing that was eating at her the most.  The fact that she was the one who made Stefan turn off his humanity, exposing him to the possibility of being the ripper again and the guilt he had to relive.  

0:37 - 0:44

THEN OMG THE TENDERNESS ON HIS FACE!!  It’s friendship, it’s comfort, it’s reassurance….and most of all, it’s love - all in 5 seconds.  I cannot get enough of this 5 sec look on his face….and then he freaking reaches for her hand!  This alone is enough to make this my favourite scene in Steroline history.  THIS is what he wanted to do in 6x19 as he watched her crumble.  Reach for her hand and hold her as he tells her ‘it’s okay’.

0:44 - 0:48  

“Do you hate me?”

There it is.  The same vulnerability Stefan showed Caroline at the beginning of this conversation.  The need to be reassured.  I think Caroline knew deep down that Stefan didn’t hate her for her actions.  Heck, he called her again and again, chased her down multiple times to have this chat with her.  She knows that he wouldn’t do that if he truly hated her.  

But she needs to hear those words from him because the option of him hating her needed to be eliminated from her mind.  The possibility of him hating her was not something she could even have an inkling of.  She hates herself enough for what she did and needs forgiveness.  And that’s the beautiful thing about Caroline.  She isn’t too proud to ask for forgiveness.  Nor is she too scared to speak the words.  She is humble, brave and kind.  

0:49 - 0:59

Of course he doesn’t hate her.  He couldn’t dislike her if he tried.  But it’s his next sentence that made me fall in love with this couple even more.  

“It doesn’t mean I don’t hate how you handled things.” 

They don’t make excuses for each other’s mistakes.  Nothing gets swept under the rug, they don’t ignore it….if it’s wrong, it’s wrong.  And she doesn’t get defensive.  She knows and understands what she did was wrong.  And  to Stefan, that’s it.  That’s the end of that conversation.  No more words needed to be said, no further apologies regarding this matter.  The file has been closed and burnt, no longer in existence in Stefan’s mind.  

1:00 - 1:48

But the conversation isn’t over in Caroline’s mind.  She takes a deep breath to recite what she had been reciting over to herself since she got her humanity back.  

“I’ve made a list…of all the things I’ve done since I fell for you.  It started last summer when you moved away.”  

This is what I loved most out of this entire conversation.  Caroline isn’t hiding anything from him, she’s not pretending anymore.  It’s no longer the same conversation they had in 6x07 when her defence walls were up and she said that she ‘had a thing for him’.  She’s allowing herself to be incredibly vulnerable and tells him exactly where her mind is at.  

She lists out all the things she had done since she fell for him, she gets to this point: 

and all I needed was for you to tell me that you felt something for me.  And you didn’t”  

This was not her blaming him.  This is her stating the facts.  That all these things happened and she need this from him, this one thing that he was unable to give her until it was too late.  And it’s a truth that was echoed by Stefan in 6x16.  He knew he could have stopped her.  Her entire world was falling apart and he knew that she needed something to hold onto.  I know some people have said that this shouldn’t have been Stefan’s responsibility.  Or she shouldn’t have pressured him in that way.  But that’s not what this is about at all.  

It’s about two people who have a deep friendship and were starting to explore the possibility of something else.  When you are in that kind of relationship, the action of one person will inevitably affect the other person.  In a moment where Caroline no longer had anything to hold onto, she needed him to be her anchor. 

“And it affected me so deeply that I did the worst possible thing a vampire can do.  I turned off my humanity.  And when I thought I couldn’t do anything else, I got you to turn off yours.” 

But Caroline still isn’t blaming him.  This is on her.  It’s not on him that she needed that from him, it’s not on him that it affected her and made her switch off her humanity.  On top of everything, the thing she feels most guilty about is making him turn his humanity off.  And she is taking that responsibility for that action.  

1:49 - 1:51

“Well, I forgive you.”

The way Stefan says those words…it’s almost like he’s saying 

“Well, what do you want me to say?  What can I say to fix this?  What words can I speak that will help you overcome this?”  

His forgiveness was extended long before she asked for it, long before she apologised.  He never blamed her for a second for the action she took.  In his mind, if someone was to blame for her actions, it’s him.  He knew he abandoned her the moment she needed him the most, driving her to the grief and guilt she is experiencing now.  

1:51 - 2:03

As Caroline is sharing her anger at herself to Stefan, Stefan knew he was loosing her.  He’s loosing her, again.  He knows deep down that this is not going the direction he wanted it to go.  

“I hate the way that this has made me feel.”

Caroline is still lost.  She still hasn’t got her bearings right.  She had lost so much this year and things went spiralling out of control.  Her friendship with Stefan was one of her anchors, her mother was the other.  This year she lost both.  That’s devastating to someone like Caroline.  Her entire support system has fallen apart.  

2:03 - 2:20

“That’s because you’re a control freak who has lost control.  I feel the same way when I’m around you.  That’s what falling for somebody is.  It’s being vulnerable.  It’s giving up control.”  

Bless you Stefan Salvatore.  Friends, this is part 1 of Stefan fighting for Caroline.  He is loosing her.  He’s loosing her to Caroline because Caroline cannot see past herself right now.  She’s terrified.  

The same reason Stefan walked away from her at her mum’s funeral, Caroline is walking away from Stefan.  Fear.  They both fear the unknown.  They both need this friendship so much that they both can’t imagine their lives without it.  So it’s easier to be safe than to loose something this important to them.  The difference is that Stefan has come to a realisation in 6x16 that this is worth the risk.  It’s worth risking this entire friendship for something better than his past experience of love.  

2:20 - 2:48 

Stefan reaches out to Caroline during a time where his world is also falling apart, again.  The possibility of loosing Damon is looming over his head and he is watching Caroline slip through his fingers, again.  

Caroline looks at their hands and puts her hand on top of his, holding him to her.  There’s a look of longing mixed with a bit of sadness.  She’s letting him know that she’s there for him, just not the way he wants her to be.  Their friendship is still there, she will still be his best friend.  

Unfortunately, I think Stefan walked away from her one too many times.  Don’t get me wrong, I love Stefan to the moon and back.  But the truth is…Stefan walked away from Caroline the two times she needed him the most.  Although the reasons are understandable, the action does not hurt any less.  I think Caroline has got to the point where she thinks she needs a stronger support system.  One that doesn’t fall apart when/if Stefan leaves her again.  

She needs this control in her life right now because she can’t take anymore hits.  She can’t take anymore risks in her mind…she can’t take anymore grief.  She needs to control her life as much as she can to ensure she is bubble wrapped and protected.  That’s why she can’t give up control and allow herself to fall into Stefan’s arms.  So she walks away. 

I am pretty confident that Stefan and Caroline will at the very least end on a positive note next episode.  Or maybe I just need it too much for it to end any other way.  Either way…I have one ship secure, I just need this one to be as well before all my favourite shows go on hiatus.  

This was a massive post so thank you if you have arrived to the end of the line!  

yourfelicitymyoliver  asked:

Favorite part of the love scene?


Ugh, really? Seriously, ask me something easy, like how to achieve world peace ;)

Uhmmmmm…….ooh! I know. 

This part, hands down. Like….this does things to me. You have no idea. I don’t know why this is sexier than a full on kiss but it is. And it’s not even her face….it’s like….the concentration on his. JFC. 

My other favourite part of the love scene is figuring out WHERE THE HELL OLIVER’S RIGHT HAND IS ;)

anonymous asked:

Fave spuffy moments?

Thanks anon! Trying again seeing as I deleted EVERYTHING last time. Allow me to rant for 50 years:

  • School Hard, when Spike stalks/creeps on Buffy when she’s dancing. The sexual tension there is some GOOD SHIT
  • All of their alliance in Becoming, from the ‘hello cutie’ to Spike’s genuine moment of concern for Buffy when Angel is about to kill her. Like he doesn’t act on it, but it is a start!!
  • “I’m just dying for a good slay” - I’m sorry did you mean lay? I can’t remember which ep this is from but s4 fighty Spuffy is the best, they look like they are 5 minutes away from hate sex at all times.
  • ALLLL of Something Blue, especially the end when they’re both hardcore in denial.
  • Superstar when Spike strokes Buffy’s hair and calls her Betty like dude, are you trying to be intimidating or did you just REALLY REALLY wanna touch her hair
  • Out of My Mind with Spike’s big epiphany dream, first of all I love his reaction to it — “Oh God no, please no.” Like he knew he was fucked from the start, I LOVE EET — and also, how his declaration of love involved asking her to kill him, like how much are you in love with death??? That’s what I love about this ship though, they are bOTH in love with death but as they grow they learn to love life, no one touch me okay ;__;
  • When Spike bursts into Buffy’s room to tattle on Riley and she makes him turn round so she can get changed and he tries to play it cool but then literally makes an O face, I mean, my guy, could you have any less chill
  • Buffy getting furious with Spike for enabling Dawn’s discovery of her keyness, like she’d just been betrayed by a friend or sth, I mean, he’s your mortal enemy what do you expect
  • Crush is a tough one bcs listen the date and the chains and weird stalker Spike in his weird preppy clothes suck ass, BUT I love the porch scene forever, I love the symbolism of that moment, Spike choosing to put down his gun and step from dark into light. He chooses sympathy and comfort over violence how big of a deal is that for a vampire??
  • Again, can’t remember the ep but that scene when Buffy begs him to protect Dawn and Joyce and he’s teasing her but then they have this moment of intense nonverbal communication, where her eyes are pleading and his eyes are melting and it is such a good 👌👌👌
  • Spike bring flowers to Joyce’s funeral, that’s not quite a Spuffy moment I know, but it’s him acting unselfishly and it’s because of Buffy, that he’s starting to feel empathy for people who don’t directly benefit him so yeah, love that also
  • INTERVENTION AHHHH I know I’ve already mentioned this but 1) Spike allowing himself to be tortured to protect Dawn, like okay, we could argue all day about whether this is truly unselfish but it is still an act of self sacrifice, he was ready to die rather than see Buffy hurt, how can he do this and also be so awful idk? Anyway, 2) The Kiss, Spike and Buffy’s first real kiss, Buffy having a genuine moment of feeling for him, I’m not even kidding, I NEED to know how the fandom reacted to this when the show was airing
  • When Buffy decides to run away from Glory and she trusts Spike to help them NICE
  • The Gift (I just realised I said Sacrifice in my fave episode lists I MEANT THE GIFT) anyway, when Buffy reinvites Spike into the house and he somehow does not act like a smug asshole about it? And he’s completely ready to die for Dawn? And the “I know you’ll never love me” speech, with him just looking at her and Buffy on the stairs above him like some sort of ethereal goddess, it is BEAUTIFUL like if u cry evrytiem
  • the bookend to that moment comes in Afterlife with Buffy on the stairs and she’s so scared but he’s so gentle oh man why couldn’t the season have stayed that way, without the scared part I guess
  • when Buffy seeks him out later in the same ep I just love the way she goes to him without even seeming to think about it, as though she was planning on going there all along
  • in the s6 Halloween ep when they’re all going home and Buffy just looks at Spike and says ‘good fight’ and they have this kind of warrior recognises warrior moment I love those
  • forget the ep but when Buffy steps outside the house and meets Spike on the porch and he tosses a cigarette at her foot by way of hello and she just gives this sad eye roll but she’s also semi happy to see him, as happy as she can be anyway oh my life and then he makes her laugh
  • Smashed when they get it on and for a split second they just stare at each other, and it’s so raw and charged and powerful
  • The morning after scene in Wrecked - it’s trash, they’re trash, I’m trash, Spike kept Buffy’s panties, good stuff
  • Dead Things when they have an actual conversation before everything goes to hell
  • (skipping right ahead to s7 because the rest of s6 is hell) Lessons when they meet again in the basement and everything is so screwed up and Buffy reaches out and looks at the scratch marks on his chest and he’s clearly suffering and she just doesn’t know what to feel and it’s a mess, it’s all a mess but it’s my mess
  • BENEATH YOU OH HECK BENEATH YOU. Buffy flinching away from Spike, like yes, acknowledge Seeing Red, I wish they’d done more of that. That’s a weird thing to enjoy, I’m aware - it’s not that I enjoy her being in pain, it’s more that Buffy’s feelings are so often not given priority in their relationship (at least by the fans. I’m even guilty of it, look at this list, it’s 90% Spike focused, I’m awful), so I like to see things be all about her for once. As opposed to being all about Spike being all about her, which is a very different thing.
  • more Beneath You - the church scene. I could write for pages and pages about the church scene. I love seeing the extent of Spike’s madness and remorse. I love the heavy religious overtones (or undertones? Idk. Anyway, fandom + Christianity = v happy Mai). I love the symbolic double talk of Spike’s madness (what if Dru could have heard him then? Would she have understood him? Would she have grieved to see him share her curse? I think she would. Off topic, sorry) and I love love love LOVE LOVE LOVE SMG’s fab acting in this scene. The way the cameras focus on her face and we just see her reactions as Spike circles her, raving and she cycles through anger, fear, sympathy and some kind of transcendental awe when she realises the enormity of what he’s done. When that single tear slips down her perfect face, I die.
  • “I’m not molly coddling you. Go to your closet.” Buffy’s nurturing instincts are the greatest and I just love seeing her exercise them on Spike.
  • Sleeper, I believe I mentioned this before but ALL OF SLEEPER. I love Buffy hunting Spike as he hunts that girl, I love that super awkward convo they have in Xander’s apartment where he’s clearly thrilled to have a chance to talk to her but doesn’t want to overstep either (boundary respecting Spike is a rare and fascinating creature), I love her tossing him out of bed and demanding the truth, but most of all, I love that she’s rooting for him not to be bad. The whole time, she wants him to be good. Also Spike begging for death and Buffy electing to help him, she is SO GOOD AND PURE, ow.
  • When they have the famous “I believe in you,” convo. I think it’s fab that Buffy repeatedly refuses to accept his self pitying BS all season. Every time he wants to wallow, she just will not allow it. But here, she also shows a little softness, gives him that spark of belief that sustains him all the way through his capture and torture by the First. And her declaration that she doesn’t hate like that any more - yes, Buffy, that’s my girl.
  • Buffy rescuing Spike BE STILL MY POOR SHIPPER HEART. The absolute wonder on Spike’s face and some kind of tremulous delight on Buffy’s face. SMG knocked it out of the park in s7, she plays these mixed feelings concerning Spike so well.
  • Buffy calling Spike’s BS in whatever ep she tells him to vamp the fuck up. As I said, she demands the best from him and in response he gives it
  • “You’re the one” this speech is obviously going to be here. I’m sure people have written 10000 metas on this so I won’t say much, but I love to see Spike give Buffy that emotional support. Sometimes I feel that this relationship takes more from Buffy than it gives her — even when she’s doing the taking, it destroys her. So I love to see her get the unconditional reassurance she needs. And to see our emotionally distant girl reach out for something actually more intimate than sex, that tender embrace, staring deep into each others’ eyes, well. That’s worth a lot of angst.
  • Chosen. The ILY/No you don’t moment is cool and all but it’s actually not my fave. My favourite thing here is the hands on fire. If the amulet is literally running on soul power, then it’s burning wherever this power is most strongly present, so that’s Spike’s heart, unsurprisingly, but it’s also wherever Buffy touches him. It’s as though she makes his soul flare, makes all that’s good in him rise to the surface. Damn, I freaking love that.
  • Buffy saying “Spike” as her final line, with that Mona Lisa smile on her face. I wrote a fic about that smile. Bittersweet pride and gratitude and grief, ughhhhh my heart.

SO that got long, I hope you weren’t expecting a top 5 or anything, haha.

Also how gross is it that nearly all of these are about Spike’s POV? I am terrible.