and all i can do is keep quite and smile

Fuck the anime for choosing the first opening song like that.

They knew full well that when ft ended, that song would only break us even more

Especially when translated to English, okay

I’m gonna recite this by memory mkay bECAUSE I CAN

Fairy, where are you going, I’m trying, to assemble all this light, to shine it down and make tomorrow bright

Oh yeah, do you hear the voices calling out your name

Oh yeah, cause I lost my voice while doing the same

Oh yeah, I’ll never quit until I feel your beating heart

Oh yeah, oh yeah

The sun and moon have joined in celebration, have you forgotten their affiliation

When you’re not here to share your laughter with me, I just can’t find my inspiration

Now it’s snowing, keep going, be honest, keep smiling, cause we’re approaching, the clock keeps on ticking, and it never stops

Fairy where are you going, I’m trying to assemble all this light, to shine it down and make tomorrow bright

Don’t say goodbye.

Save Yourself (Steve One-shot)

Characters: reader, Steve (Natasha, Bucky, and Sam mentioned)

Summary: After a disastrous mission and harsh romantic rejection, you find yourself in a downward spiral of destructive behavior until Steve steps in and shows you you’re worth saving.

Warnings: All the angst. Little bit of fluff. Mentions of death, sex, destructive behavior, suicide and self harm (mild), alcohol abuse. 

Word Count: 2.4k (another failed drabble, ya’ll. I’m a wordy birdy)

Song Inspiration: Save Yourself by Kaleo

Y/N: Late night angst strikes again! I thought about this song and story all day at work. I’m still working on my multiple series, but needed a little change of pace. I’ve also been missing Steve lately. I was reminded of Chris Evans’ advice about his noisy brain so I included that. This got a lot darker than I anticipated. I have no idea how it’ll be received, so let me know your thoughts. I adore you all!! <3

p.s. Happy Birthday, Chris Evans!!! :) 

Full Masterlist


Originally posted by dailyteamcap


Wincing at the unusually loud noise, you exited the elevator and tiptoed barefoot down the hallway toward your room. Rounding the corner, you placed a hand to the side of your head, hoping the incessant pounding would subside soon. You snuck forward quietly, high heels dangled from your other hand with a clutch purse wedged under your arm. At least you remembered to grab your purse this time.

“Have a nice time last night?”

You cringed. Only ten feet away from your room, you heard the one voice you hoped not the hear coming from the one man you were avoiding. Straightening up from your sneaking position, you slowly turned toward the voice.

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The Real Housewives of Seoul

Suho:/having Tea with the girls/ So I have something that I need to tell you guys

Jin:/sips his tea/ What is it? Did you finally send that evil one away? You know…to be fixed and shit

Suho:/laughs/ Ooh no…Its about a certain someone in which we all don’t talk to anymore

N:/confused/ Who?

Key:/flips his hair/ Isn’t it’s Kris..Yifan..the one that was bald but now has hair

Suho;/ gives him that go to hell look/ 

Key:/rolls his eyes/ What?

Jinyoung: Wait..are you talking about Heechul?

Suho:/nods/ Yes..i have gotten in touch with him and Invited him over to Join us

Jin:/gasps/ No no no

N; Are you crazy Suho?!


Suho:/in the confession booth/ Hell to the mother fucking yeah I did. Key’s bitching has been getting on my nerves a lot lately. So I figured why not bring out a bigger and better bitch…..Facts

Jinyoung;/looks over at Key with wide eyes/ Hey..maybe ..maybe he’s changed. Once we shunned him maybe he realized what a shitty person he actually was . 


Jinyoung:/rolls his eyes/ Have you ever considered that maybe you guys could actually be friends if you would just learn how to set your egos aside

Key:/glares/ Looky here..I am not here for a damn therapy always so damn wise and positive and I’m so sick of it

Jinyoung: Now you look here now bitch I have-

Suho:/stands up when he sees Heechul coming/ HEECHUL

Jin:/chokes on his tea/

N: /shoves a big ass cookie in his mouth/

Key:/ drops his glass/ THE FUCK

Heechul: Hello bitches~

Jinyoung:/nervously/ Hi Heechul…haven’t seen you in a while

Key: Damn look rough

Heechul:/flips his hair as he sits down beside Suho and Jin/ You are still the same I see

Key: But better 

Jin: Soo Heechul you look great..what have you been up to lately?

Heechul: Oh you know Variety Shows and  a couple modeling gigs

Key:/laughs as he eats a scone/

Heechul: I’m sorry..miss piggy is there something funny


Jin:/laughs his signature laugh/

N; So how are the kids doing?

Heechul: All grown and up out of my nest…Finally. They’re all doing great. By the way I heard Ravi’s mixtape not bad

N:/proud mama/ Yes my baby works hard

Heechul: Oh Jin I’m really proud of you and the boys. Your hard work really paid off.

Jin:/smiles/ Ooh thanks..its been quite the journey but like anyone can reach their goals as long as they try and work hard

Heechul:/smiles as he nods/ And Jinyoung I see you and your acting skills.making me all proud and keep doing you boo boo

Jinyoung:/smiles shyly looking down/

Heechul: And Suho, You are such a strong person. Being a single and all..I can’t imagine what all you had to go through..but I am so proud of you for coming through so strong 

Key:/coughs/ He’s an alcoholic~ /cough/

Suho:/flips him off as he hugs Heechul/ It’s been rough but i’m doing just fine

Key:/points at them laughing while looking at the cameras/ Are y’all seeing this shit

Heechul:/pulls away and looks at Key/ I would ask what you’ve been up to..but apparently nothing really

Key: Hah..look here you pitbull… I don’t know know why you’re here all of a sudden but you’re not about to take me down. 

Heechul: Says the one who’s hair extensions fell out when he was getting down and dirty with his boo

N : Oooh no she didn’t

Key: Bitch I still looked sexy.. You the one who be taking out your extensions looking like splice

Heechul: Oh hell no bitch

Jinyoung: Not this shit again..CAN I GET SOME VODKA

Jin:/laughing his ass off/ SHE DID THAT

Key:/smiles at Jin/ Yass bitch I went there.. this hoe trying to bring a bitch down and I wasn’t having that with her bald headed as-

Heechul:/throws his tea at his face/

Suho:/gasps because damn/

Key:/wipes his face/ YOU WHORE /jumps over the table and tackles Heechul/

Jin:/screams because tf/

Jinyoung:/Downs the bottle of vodka/

Security:/ runs in to break up the fight/

Suho:/ in the confession booth laughing/ Karma’s a bitch

anonymous asked:

what would each of the chocobros' reaction be to their s/o applying makeup on them in their sleep?


  • He wakes up long after the damage is already done
  • Lopsided winged eyeliner, cherry red lipstick, the works
  • Of course he doesn’t even notice any of it until halfway through the day, when Prompto can’t even look him in the eyes without laughing and you refuse to let him kiss you
  • “What’s going on? Did I do something?”
  • “No Noct you just….. have something…… on your face…….”
  • So he goes to wipe his face and just smears his lipstick right across his cheeks
  • Makes you help him take it off immediately
  • “I can’t believe you let me go in public like this”
  • “I trusted you”
  • “Noct, it was just some makeup”
  • Gladio tells him he was a pretty girl
  • “Damn right I was”
  • “Highness, it was a good shade of red for you. I believe that Y/N truly had your best interests in mind”
  • wtf Ignis you can’t take their side”
  • He vows to never fall asleep near you again
  • You’re sleeping together again within the week

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Out Dancing

Requests: “Hey! I was listening to the song When A Man Loves A Woman by Percy Sledge and thought it would give a great story of Newt X Reader. As I love your writing, I thought you could write, but if you can not I’ll understand.❤” AND “Hi, M! I have a request, if its not too much trouble, i was wondering if i could get a newt x reader where newt’s jealous? The story could be anything you want, i just want me some jealous newt, he’d be so adorable! Slight angst and lots of fluff? Hope you have a wonderful day♥️”

Word Count: 3,399

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous and @dont-give-a-bother also tagging @caseoffics

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in

Newt’s eyes nearly fall out of his head when you walk out of the bedroom with Queenie. You don’t notice the red blush winding up his cheeks and filling his entire face, and he’s grateful for Queenie’s conversation with you. He can barely tear his eyes from the crimson number you slipped into, from the way the intricate beading wraps around you to the frills that swish with every swaying step you take. Crimson gloves run from your hands to your elbows, hiding more skin than that dress does. He gulps when he looks at the hem drifting only to the middle of your thighs.

Blinking, he pinches his arm. Queenie giggles at his face when he feels her root around his mind. Forcing his gaze from you, he looks at her, more subtle in her flowing olive dress. It hangs off her shoulders with thin straps, dipping in the most perfect places, gems shining on the left side of the chest and cascading down to her hip bone.

She cocks an eyebrow. “Like what you see, honey?”

It takes Newt a moment to form a sentence when you turn your beautiful eyes on him. “You’re radiant.”

“Just me?” Queenie purses her lips to hide her mischievous smile.

Newt’s heart hammers when he looks at you. Not only does the dress expose your collarbones, but it shows off your shoulders, too, letting the heavy crimson earrings Queenie lent you graze the skin usually hidden by your normal outfits. His eyes drift from there to your lips, plump, turned a vivid red by Queenie’s makeup, completely kissable.

“You are breathtaking, as always.” Newt says, swallowing and forcing as natural a smile he can create to his face.

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Anonymous asked: Hi ! Can I request something with Thorin, maybe modern or something after the claim of Erebor ? Where she is a costume designer for the (little) princes, and everytime they hurt themselves in the orc hunt, they come back sweaty, bloody and with holes in their clothes, she scold them and sass them as possible, And that make smile and smirk thorin, and he begins to appreciate her more and more, and they end kissing ? thank you ;)

Here is your one-shot, anon! I do not own Thorin, Fili or Kili. They belong to J.R.R.Tolkien. 

Warnings: Fluff overload. Everybody lives AU

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader, Fili, Kili

Originally posted by thorinoakenshieldconfessions

The door of your little shop opened, making you look up from your work. Standing in front of you were the two princes of Erebor and their uncle, Thorin. You stood to curtsy, but Thorin waved his hand. The two princes refused to meet your gaze, which was odd unless…“Did you rip your new cloaks already?” They gave identical, sheepish nods. You rolled your eyes. “Let me see the damage.”

               You were a designer of sorts. Your top priority was making certain Thorin and his nephews, as well as your own King Bard looked like the royalty they were. Unfortunately, the two younger Durins always managed to find trouble, meaning they needed their clothes repaired often.

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Harry hated being woken up. He felt like there was no need to wake him up unless it was on his terms, which was rare. Says that he’ll decide on his own when he’ll wake up, and if he never does than that’ll be the end of it. That’s just how he felt.

So, when the pounding at the door woke him from his constant turning and grunting from his bed (since he couldn’t get a proper sleep from the thunder booming through the city) he wasn’t very happy.

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A/N; So this idea was originally coined by a lovely anon sent to @rongasm without her headcanons and inspiration this fic would not exist. Also shoutout to @mystic-biscuit  for helping me develop the idea! And the beautiful @dumbass-stilinski for proofing for me. AND MY HOES. Thank you all so much  xo

Pairing: StilesxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Request: No

Warnings: NSFW. 

Word count: 4.567

Inspired by this song

Originally posted by bluemelodies

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Angels React

From this request: Could you do a oneshot with all the spn angels (cas,gabe,bal,luci and michael) witha slightly depresed reader?



“You are sad.”

You turned and saw Castiel standing in your doorway. It had taken you a few months to get used to the angel popping in unexpectedly. But you now knew that Cas was always watching over you, his presence was always around.

“I’m fine, Cas.”

“No, you’re not.”

You sighed. It was very hard to hide anything from an angel. “Cas, it’s nothing. Please.”

Cas stepped forward, studying you. He gently laid a hand on your forehead. “Are you ill?”

“No, Cas.”

The angel continued to stare at you. “Would you tell me what’s wrong?”

You pulled your knees up to your chest. “I just… I’m feeling very small. Insignificant.”

Cas’ brow creased. “Y/N, you are small. All humans are. But you are not insignificant.” Cas sat next to you. “Humans… are very strong. You face so much pain and suffering but you continue to thrive.” Cas paused for a moment. “You have no idea how much the world has changed over the years. It has changed because of humans. You cannot see the change you are inflicting because it cannot be seen yet. But I promise you, you are important. And…”

You turned to Cas, wondering where he was going with this.

Cas sighed. “You are important, Y/N. You are important to the world and… to me.”



“Hey, sweet stuff!” Gabriel said, popping into your room.

You wrapped your blanket tighter around you, watching him. “What are you doing, Gabriel?”

“I was in the neighborhood and I decided to stop by that delicious donut shop. And I thought to myself ‘you know who loves donuts almost as much as me? Y/N!’. So I bought a baker’s dozen and popped on over to share this delicious snack with you.”

You stared at the large pink box in Gabriel’s hand. You could smell the sugary sweetness of the donuts and hated your stomach for growling. “No, thanks.”

Gabriel cocked his head to the side. “Why not? You’re always down for snack time with me.”

“That’s the problem,” you mumbled.

Gabriel came over and sat down on the bed next to you. “What’s wrong, sugar pie?”

You shook your head.

“Come on, sweetheart. Tell Gabe what’s wrong.”

“I’m… I’ve put on a lot of weight recently and I just… I’m not….”

Gabriel said nothing, simply stared at you. “Y/N, do you find yourself unattractive?”

You nodded. How could you be attractive with the muffin top you’d recently gained?

“Hey.” Gabriel popped himself under the covers, snuggling next to you. “You are beautiful, okay? Always. And a pretty girl like you deserves a donut.”

You watched as Gabriel opened the box. All the donuts inside looked delicious.

Gabriel reached inside and picked up a donut covered with sprinkles, your favorite. He held it in front of your face. “Here comes the choo-choo.”

“Gabriel, I’m not a little kid.”

“Would you rather have an airplane?”

You glared at the angel.

“Come on, Y/N. Please? One bite? For me?”

How could you deny those golden eyes? Slowly, you opened your mouth and took a nibble from the pastry. It practically melted on your tongue.

“There she is,” Gabriel said with a smile. “It’s good, isn’t it?”

“Just like always,” you said.



Balthazar watched as you slammed the door behind you, stomping your way into the kitchen. He silently followed after you and watched as you slammed the cabinets, searching for any and all snack foods.

“Rough day, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” you said, ripping open a package of cookies. “I work for a bunch of assholes and when I try to point out their mistakes, to you know, save us some time and make sure things get done correctly, I’m the asshole. And then when things do go wrong, I get blamed.”

“I’ve told you numerous times you should quit, darling. You’re unhappy there.”

“I know, but I can’t just quit. Then what would I do?”

“You could let me take care of you.” Balthazar took a step over to you. “You know I can do it.”

“I know. I just… don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“You’re not, darling. This is what I want.”

You nodded. “I know. I know. You keep telling me.”


“I’ll think about it.”

Balthazar smiled at you, stepping forward. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “That’s all I ask.”



You’d been spending a lot of time in bed recently. You just… couldn’t find it in you to give any effort to anything.

Lucifer noticed. He tried his best to get you up and out. You would go with him but the spark was out of your eyes, the light was out of your smile.

And so Lucifer decided to switch tactics. He curled up around you, his figure wrapped around you.

“Lucifer, what are you doing?”


You rolled over, your eyes meeting Lucifer’s. “No, really, what are you doing?”

“Look, Y/N. I don’t know what’s going on with you and… I’m not sure you do, either. But that’s okay. I’m here for you and I will be here for as long as you need. We’ll get through this together, okay?”

You didn’t know what to do. You were so thankful for Lucifer. You snuggled closer to him, your head resting on his chest. Lucifer wrapped his arms tighter around you and pressed a kiss to your head.



Michael watched as you drifted about your daily life.

Something was wrong.

He watched as you repeated your motions every day—getting up, going to work, going to sleep. Each day, you seemed to droop a little more than the previous.

One day, he waited for you to come through the door, ready to surprise you.

Surprise you he did.

“Um… what are you doing?” you asked, looking at Michael.

“Come on. We’re leaving.”

“Leaving? Going where?”

Michael grabbed your hand and before you could say anything more, the two of you poofed away.

When you landed, you looked around. You were standing on a beach, the sun setting on the horizon. The air was warm and smelled like citrus and flowers. The sound of the waves was calming.

“Michael… what are we doing?”

“You needed a vacation, Y/N. You needed to get away from your everyday life. It was driving you mad.”

You stared out over the ocean, watching the sky turn pink, orange, purple. It was beautiful.

“We can stay as long as you want. As long as you need,” Michael said, squeezing your hand.

Shots Fired and Hidden Secrets [Part 1]

For @chatnoirisnotaravenclaw!

Sorry, Marie! This has been delayed for so long now… feel free to virtually throw tomatoes at me.

The first time Nico had seen Will in such a state, it had been accidental and the situation was something none of them had ever expected. Sure, they’d anticipated a monster here and there to try and attack them while outside the camp’s protective barriers but none of them ever thought of actually being assaulted by a different kind of monsters.

They were being mugged by street criminals.

There were three of them in total, none actually looking like they can stand their guard on a real fight and are trying their best too look intimidating with how they hunch their bodies and try to ‘carry’ themselves. Not that, the Demigods are intimidated at all. Oh, please. They fought on wars, this is nothing in compare with what they’ve gone through.

Didn’t mean they’ll simply take things easy though. After all, a threat is still a threat no matter how small. After all, the criminals are carrying weapons of some sort including a gun. The one guy who carries it, pointed at them as if saying he’ll shoot if they as much move a muscle.

Nico isn’t impressed of course, if not he’s actually quite irritated. If it had been only him, he would have easily taken the guys out, gun or not but Will is with him and he won’t hesitate killing these people if they as much try and lay a finger on the other.

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I wanted to draw something for one of the most amazing Youtubers. I tried to include bigger lets play characters that had an impact in Jack’s life. It was interesting drawing all these characters, because they are all so different but inspiring :)

On the side note, can’t draw dragons so I have failed Spyro D: I think Trico may be a bit smaller but it was hard to keep the picture decent size with his actual size. I drew Flowey instead of any of the other Undertale characters because he was the most memorable voice acted that Jack did (not saying his other sucked it was the one people often thought of when they thought of a voice of Flowey) I also added a few non lets play characters/item. Like Sam of course, Spiderloaf, @pixlpit and I drew @wiishu as a cactus for two reasons, 1) she loves cactus and come one what’s not to love about cute little cactus?(or Wiishu for that matter) and 2) because I wanted to resent her in the drawing without leading away from the main focus (because we all know she would outshine everyone lol <3) I also put and extra special item in there ;)

Message for Jack down below (if he sees this):

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The Story of Us

Prologue || 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 

✮ Chapter Six: Balance ✮

Word Count: 7541

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Monday sees Riley return to classes at Hillford High. At lunch she enters the cafeteria with Mabel and they sit together, later to be joined by Lucas, Thomas and Tristan. 

The conversation is - like it was all last week - basically just the boys talking to the girls as it was obvious the three family members were always in each others business so it wasn’t as if a simple ‘How was your weekend, what did you get up to?’ would suffice between them. 

They were so in each others business that Riley wonders how Lucas has a place that’s secret and separate from his cousins. How does he explain away the time? These are all thoughts that bounce around Rliey’s head and pull away her attention like a trance. 

“Earth to Riley,” Thomas snaps in the brunettes face to which she shakes her head in shock and quickly swats away his hand. 

“Where is it you went just now?” Tristan asks with a small smile. 

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Oklahoma Floor Appreciation Post 2K17

I saw some discussion on their routines a couple weeks ago and after going to an OU meet last weekend I wanted to share my thoughts. As for scoring potential, they have 6 girls with averages of 9.85+. There is only one other girl who has been used in lineups that doesn’t have this average. Besides the extremely impressive elites Brenna (originator of the Dowell) and Maggie (2015 World Bronze Floor Medalist), the floor team is made up of former level 10s. 

But the big discussion is choreography. Watching a whole floor rotation you can easily define each girl’s personal style. Nothing looks forced and everyone has individuality. Their routines definitely don’t blend together and are all memorable in their own way. If I have to pick one word to describe their lineup it would be DETAILS. Every slight movement, every flick of the hand, or wiggle of a finger is thought out and intentional. 

One routine I wasn’t overly impressed with initially was Maggie’s. When I saw it in person though and really payed attention, it drew me in. Even in slight movements she was enchanting. It’s also definitely not a routine made up of bits of choreography we’ve all seen a thousand times.

Then there’s Natalie Brown. Now regardless of the controversy with this routine it is undeniable how gorgeous her lines are and how expressive she is just through her movements.

As I mentioned with individuality, I will go right into AJ’s routine next. It’s like a 180 switch. It’s an entertaining party without be cheesy and cliche. She has fast movements, slow movements, and keeps you laughing and smiling. She takes the title of “swaggiest” from her own teammate.

Even lineup newbie Nicole Turner has a style all her own, full of sass and spunk. It’s interesting even to look back at her floor routine from OSU; the choreography at OU is quite a bit elevated.

Then of course this would not be complete without Chayse Capps. Now if you don’t already like her then there probably isn’t much I can say to convince you otherwise, but just try to give me one other girl who could do what she does, as well as Chayse does it. Good luck. Most girls could never pull it off.

Red Marks | VIXX Reaction

Originally posted by ottokaji-vixx

N: Oh boy are you in for it. You will not hear the end of it for months. He’ll be quite proud and loud about it. You could be cooking, or watching tv or doing anything and he’ll bring it up like, “Baby remember how much you loved marking up my back last night?” And get all playful and smirk and joke with you about it. There is absolutely no denying that he loved it, in fact he’d probably be really open and tell you to do it again in the future. But, only if you really want to hear about it again and again when he teases you about his incredible skills. ;)

Originally posted by wonsiks-hamster-taek

Leo: Blushy mess. Wouldn’t know what to say to you, so he probably wouldn’t say anything. He’d just look down embarrassed that he had such an effect on you that you’d leave marks. After the initial shyness wore off he’d be really proud that you enjoyed your first time together with him, he’d probably smile to himself quite proudly when he’d be changing or showering and could catch a glimpse of the marks. But don’t expect him to tell you that. He’d just make sure to keep doing what he was doing to make sure you leave them again. 

Originally posted by parkjmin

Ken: Teasing galore. You will not hear the end of it for a solid month, he’ll be constantly saying things like, “Ahhh, baby I guess I’m all yours now, look at these marks.” / “I never knew my baby was like this” / “Maybe I can give you some next time” every time he noticed the marks again. Ken will be super playful in his teasing, trying his best to get you to blush. He honestly wouldn’t mind the marks, it’d just remind him of your time together and that you clearly enjoyed it just as much as he did. 

Originally posted by wonsiks-hamster-taek

Ravi: Second blushy baby right here. He may have the charismatic image on stage but the second he woke up and saw the marks left behind from the night’s events he would be a soft mess. He’d replay the moments of last night in his head and would smile to himself a little bit. Depending on whether or not his shirt was coming off anytime soon for a comeback would depend on whether he’d say anything to you. He’d DEFINITELY… definitely enjoy having memories of you engraved on his skin. 

Originally posted by saltykong

Hongbin: Cringe alert! He’d be in a hurry and would’ve left you sound asleep as he left for morning schedules. When either a member or a cordi-noona pointed out that he had a reddened back he’d blush and get that way he does when he finds something embarrassing or cringey. He would love that you left marks, he’d just be embarrassed he got caught with them. Be prepared for when you get home, all of the embarrassment he felt will be repaid to you a few times over, good luck trying to cover up for the next few weeks. 

Originally posted by vixxmyheart

Hyuk: Hyuk would be a lot like Ken and would playfully tease you about leaving marks on him. He’d love to see your reaction when he teased you about how good he was for you to leave marks behind. He really wouldn’t mind you leaving the marks, he’d just love to have something to tease you with. If you ever kind of pouted or promised that you would try not to leave marks again you’d have a super whiny Hyuk all over you making sure you knew just how much he really appreciated you and the love marks you made all over his back. 

Comforting Tae

Originally posted by kimthwriter

Characters: Taehyung x Y/N
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Length: 1.2k words


Watching Taehyung suffer over the loss of his grandmother was taking a toll on you, the boys and the fans, and you decided to do something about it.

A/N: I hope Taehyung’s okay and he’s receiving all the love and support that he can! 

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They’re Jealous Of Another Guy (iKON)

can i request a reaction from ikon when you guys are best friend and you compliment about another guy in your class coughjealouscough”

(gif credit to the original owners)

He’d be salty af.He wouldn’t say anything outright, but he’d sit and endure the ramblings about the other guy and clearly ignore you. Basically, you’d be saying words and he wouldn’t register a single one. He’d purse his lips and clench his jaw whilst you continue to talk. He’d let an irritated sigh to signal how uninterested he was but ofc, he’s lowkey jealous. His actions would make you stop talking.

Originally posted by hanbinn

I think he’d also be quiet about it. He wouldn’t want to upset you by interrupting you so he’d endure it. Yet, he secretly likes you that much that it’s not easy for him to listen to you praise another guy so much. He wants to tell you how much he likes you there and then but doesn’t want to ruin the friendship. Instead, he’ll be quieter than normal and will silently take the hits.

Originally posted by kimhanbun

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Nightingale (Part 3) [Slade’s Daughter!Reader x Damian Wayne]

(W/Y/F)- Where you’re from  

(Y/N)- Your name 

(Y/E/C)- Your eye color

(Y/M/N)- Your middle name 

(Y/M/F/N)- Your mother’s first name 

(Y/M/L/N)- Your mother’s last name

(Y/M/M/N)- Your mother’s maiden name 

(Y/G/F/N)- Your grandfather’s first name 

(Y/G/L/N)- Your grandfather’s last name 

(C/Y/L/I)- Country you live in / Country you’re from

“So, I just grabbed you and kissed you there? Like, in the warehouse? At that moment?” You asked with wide eyes and blood drained skin as Damian noticed your embarrassment towards the situation causing him to smirk; your head suddenly popping up with an idea in mind.  

“Obviously it was just being proper… I guess, I mean, where I’m from, (W/Y/F), it’s common to show gratitude with a kiss, right?  Even though it’s not always on the lips…Yes, it was that! Just a small thank you. That’s all it was. See Dante, nothing to worry about, just gratitude for saving me, nothing more than that.” You said in a tone that made it seem as though you were convincing yourself instead of Damian; Damian once again falling into rage over your stretch of an excuse.  


You cut him off pressing a finger to his lips silencing him as he seethed in rage.

“Now before I continue this rudeness, allow me to thank the other members of the house that welcomed me here and saved my life.” You said as you walked past Damian and towards the other four men in the room who looked at you in surprise. Bruce stared at you in disbelief that you’d managed to fearlessly stand up to his youngest son; smirking already growing fond of you. Dick, Jason, and Tim were trying their best to hold their laughter as they refused to take their eyes off of their youngest brother who was now in blistering fury towards you.  

Dick was the first to walk up to you; holding a hand out in front of you as he introduced himself. “I’m Damian’s oldest brother; Dick Grayson during the day and Nightwing at night.” He said smiling as you took his hand and shook it; Tim and Jason moving up to stand right behind Dick. “And I’m Tim Drake, the second youngest brother, my alias is Red Robin.” Tim said with a small wave as you waved back before looking over at Jason. “Jason, the second oldest, I’m Redhood.” Jason said to the point with a slight smirk as you gave a light smile in return; Bruce finally stepping toward her as his sons moved for him to introduce himself.

“I am Bruce Wayne; the father of Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. I am also the head of this household and the owner of Wayne Enterprises, and as you already know, I am the Batman.” He said holding out his hand; your own hand reaching out and shaking it as you smiled softly.

“Thank you so much Mr. Wayne, it’s an honor to be here with all of you.” You beamed happily; your smile so vibrant it even made Damian pause his fit of rage for a moment just to stare.  

It was when you felt something wet tap your upper back thigh that you spun around; looking down only slightly to see a large dog beside you. Filled with delight you squealed and knelt down to pet the gentle giant; who rolled onto his back allowing you to lovingly rub his belly as the five men in the room watched.

Damian couldn’t even notice the soft smile growing on his face; his anger beginning to melt away as he watched you fawn over his beloved dog Titus.

So she’s an animal lover he thought to himself before realizing he was beginning to grow soft again; looking away and reverting to the scowl he wore before.  

“We gave you some insight into our lives (Y/N); may I ask you to give us some insight into yours?” Bruce asked as his sons stood behind him; Damian walking over to stand beside Dick as all of them starred at you.  

She turned back from the large dog who whined in disappointment at her sudden stopping “Oh… um, okay. Let’s see… My name is (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/M/M/N), well Wilson actually.” You said hesitantly as Bruce’s eyes widened.

“As in… Slade Wilson?” Bruce asked

“Yes.” You said softly; your eyes refusing to leave Bruce’s as you did so.

“I’m his daughter.” You said; watching them freeze before you in shock, your eyes meeting Damian’s wide blue ones before immediately looking away as they continued to stare at her dumbfounded.

“My mom was (Y/M/F/N) (Y/M/L/N), the youngest daughter of the military commander (Y/G/F/N) (Y/G/L/N); who was the first modern fire born son to the phoenix bloodline.”

“Fire born? What the hell is the phoenix bloodline?” Damian spat out at you while rolling his eyes.

“A mystical bloodline dating back to the dark ages. It follows the descendants of a witch who was immune to flame and even controlled it. However today it’s commonly debated as a myth.” Tim said as the other four men turned to him starring.

“What? I read it in a book…” he said before staring down at the floor.  

“You’re right. Every five generations a person within the bloodline is born with her abilities, which is the reason I’m able to do this.” You said suddenly igniting your hands before killing the flame like turning off a switch.  

“Pardon my asking (Y/N), but, how in the hell is Slade Wilson your father?” Dick asked causing you to shrug.

“Well, my grandfather sent my mother to train under an old acquaintance of his named Ra’s Al Ghul and his League of Assassins” You said flat out causing Damian to look straight at you.

“My mother became an agent for the (C/Y/L/I) government after graduating from the league of assassins at the top of her class, and ultimately she had everything going for her, until she fell in love with a former acquaintance from the league; my father Slade Wilson. They were classmates and competitors when she was still in training, never really knowing him until he found her again after she graduated. At that time my grandfather had betrothed her to someone else, but she rebelled and married Slade in secrecy. After finding out about my mom’s secret marriage to Slade and that she was having me, my grandfather denounced her… So after I was born she moved here to Gotham with my father. He was never home often due to his job, and my mom begged him to stay with us, but not long after that she passed… when he found out he came home and stayed with me during the funeral, but after… he dropped me off at the group home and didn’t return until recently… Ever since her death I lived in a group home for girls.” Your voice trailed off; growing more and more quiet as you stared at the ground; trying to hide the sadness that swept over your face.

“So how’d she die? I heard it was plane crash off of the Arabian coast” Damian blurted out with his arms crossed and a scowl still on his face; his comment causing Bruce to look back at him murderously and narrow his eyes in warning.

“Her plane was bombed…” You whispered barely audibly

“Ignore him. I apologize on his behalf.” Bruce said solemnly as his eyes found a familiar despair deep within your own.

It was then that Alfred entered the room carrying a large tray adorned with a tea pot and china cups.

“Master Wayne, Ms. Cassandra and Ms. Stephanie are here for morning brunch” He said before Bruce nodded at him.

“Tell them we’ll be down for brunch in a moment Alfred” Bruce said as Alfred nodded before walking back downstairs, Tim and Jason running out the door behind him to greet the two girls.

Bruce then turning back to you giving you a warm smile. “It would be a pleasure for you to join us (Y/N).”

You smiled back softly; seeing that even though he’d only known you for a short time, he already cared for your well being.

“Only if you have coffee” You said as a playful smile formed from ear to ear.

“Deal.” Bruce said before taking your small hand and walking with Dick out of the training room; Damian watching you walk away with his eyes narrowed and arms crossed.  


You were practically in heaven; feeling yourself drowning in the lap of luxury as you took each sip of coffee looking as if she were on cloud nine. It was almost seven at night; dinner soon to be served as you looked back on your wonderful day.

You’d met Cassandra and Stephanie during brunch earlier and talked with them about everything from books to Beyonce to combat moves; then after they left you helped Alfred with the dishes and shared cleaning stories of your own while living in the group home, later you spoke with Bruce about Slade’s underground bunkers and informed him of his most recent crimes, and not too long ago you’d finished talking about memes with Dick, Tim, and Jason, even showing them your own meme collection on your phone.  

You were now sitting at the dining room table along with Bruce, Tim, Dick, and Jason; Damian out walking Titus. You continued to sip your coffee in bliss even though it was nearly dinner time; Tim smirking at her as you poured yourself another cup and began to sip it black, no additives whatsoever.

“I don’t think I’ve seen many people your age drink their coffee with nothing in it” Dick said jokingly; catching your attention and bringing you back to earth as you gave a somewhat embarrassed smile.

“At the home we have a coffee maker, but the milk, sugar, groceries, and everything else that’s somewhat edible is usually fought over and only lasts one day if not one hour. I use some of the money I make at my job to buy my own coffee and keep it in my drawer, but that’s really all I can afford due to the rest of the money being used for necessities like soap and toothpaste. So I kind of grew to like my coffee black with nothing in it.”

So that’s why she’s so happy here, necessities are scarce there. Bruce thought as he smiled at you comment; pouring himself his own cup of coffee before looking up at you. “You’re quite the ambitious young worker aren’t you? Where do you work?” He asked

“I work at a bakery three blocks down from the home, my boss was a good friend of my mom’s, and she grew to be more of a family friend.” You said before taking another sip.  

“Interesting. Ever asked if you could reside in her household instead of invading my own?” Damian said as he walked through the door with Titus by his side.

“Really Damian? Because while you were out walking Titus we were asking Bruce if we could trade you for (Y/N). I mean she’s nicer, a harder worker, much more grateful, and overall ten times better than you.” Dick spat back at Damian in defense of you as Bruce chastised him for being so blunt; Damian’s eyes widening before stepping up to Bruce and staring him dead in the face.

“You can’t be serious right? You’re actually taking the street rat into our home?! She’s not even useful! I could see if she had potential use as a side kick, but she’s an emotional girl! And not only that, but she’s Slade’s daughter! The fact that you’re all even considering this shows the audacity that witch has! She’s an unwanted, worthless stray, and she’s not staying here!” Damian ranted, Bruce having enough and immediately jumping up from his chair to slam both his fists onto the table as he stood face to face with an equally combat ready Damian.

Meanwhile, you tried to hide the tears that ran down your cheeks; jutting up from your seat and running out of the dining room and out of the house slamming the door behind you; Dick about to stand up and stop you from leaving before Tim held him down in his seat as Jason gave Dick useful advice.

Let her cool down. Jason mouthed to Dick as she ran out the door; Bruce and Damian so focused on each other they didn’t even realize you’d left until they heard the door slam.  

It was then that Damian faltered, a feeling in his gut dipping for the first time as he turned to see you were no longer in your seat as he felt his feet take a few steps forward. What in God’s name was this? Was this Guilt?

It was then that he started running, Bruce yelling something behind him as she ran out the door, but his ears too focused on the thoughts raging in his head to even hear what Bruce said. Once running down the drive through he caught up to you causing you to start running away from him; finally getting close enough to grab you by the arm and spin you around.  

“Let go of me!” You yelled at him; the look on his face confirming his realization that you’d been sobbing before you used your free burning hand to slap him across the face. He stumbled backwards before looking up at you and raising an arm as he stuttered somewhat at a loss for words.

“(Y/N) they really do want you to stay I just… I WAS… I-I’M NOT MYSELF WHENEVER YOU’RE NEAR ME!! YOU… YOU MAKE ME… weak.” Damian confessed; his ice blue eyes melting as they locked on your hot (Y/E/C) ones, his words causing you to step closer to him and softly cup you hand over his cheek.  

You may be able to fool everyone else Damian Wayne, but you don’t fool me. You’re arrogant, rude, selfish, hateful, and sadly –hollow hearted. I saw it the moment I met you. You go around wearing a mask of pride, but deep inside there’s a repression you struggle to keep locked away –your hope of one day being loved and loving in return. It’s not me you have a problem with Damian, it’s yourself.” You said before removing your hand from his cheek and walking up the large driveway.

You entered the Wayne Manor to be welcomed inside by Alfred, Bruce, Tim, Dick, and Jason who walked you back to the table and ate dinner together with you –Damian standing deep in thought in the driveway contemplating your words in silence.  



Slade sat before the large monitor screen; pitch black surrounding him as he played through the vivid video imagery downloaded onto the monitor from the neuro-chip placed inside of it. The underground Bunker he sat in was completely empty besides him and his daughter Rose, Rose sighing as she stood next to the man that scanned the video.  

“Such a large amount of pain for such a young girl.” Slade said with a sigh.

“Her mother died. Big deal.” Rose spat with a scowl as her father continued to focus on Margery.

“The explosion on her and her mother’s flight was her own doing; in self defense nonetheless -but her lack of knowledge of her abilities at that time caused her to kill everyone on that plane, along with the person most dear to her. Her subconscious makes it obvious that she still loathes herself for it; her psyche unlocking itself from repression and unleashing the strenuous shame and guilt she feels for killing so many.” Slade said before looking at Rose.

“So, why are you looking through her recorded nightmares again?” Rose asked with annoyance in her voice.

“Because Rose, in order to break that resilient moral code of hers we must go deep into her subconscious. Only when we break her, will the moral code she abides by fall; and once that’s out of the way, there will be nothing stopping her from joining us.

Rose rolled her eyes as her father continued to calculate his sinister plan; his eyes narrowing as a wicked smirk crawled up the left side of his face- all while Rose looked at him and huffed.

(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)! Why is it always about stupid (Y/N)? You don’t need her! You have the better version of her standing right before your eyes. How do you plan to break the pesky girl anyway?”

Slade sighed in annoyance towards his older daughter before turning to face her; the wheels turning in his head as he grinned wickedly.

“The same way she was broken the first time” 


chikkachu  asked:

“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

I’m going to go with my OTP for this one since I can just imagine them doing this~~

“But then Feyre was all, “But I have a promise to keep” and Tamlin like, ya know gave her that look, ya know? Like the,” Lucy tries her best to impersonate the dark brooding man as he regarded the other character in her book. “Ya know? Like the oh-wow-i-didn’t-know-you-had-a-lot-of-layers-so-I’m-intrigued-because-you’re-human-and-all kind of look.”

Lucy quickly lifted her drink, stuffing its straw in her mouth. Her foot tapped erratically beneath the wire patio table outside the local breakfast hub Natsu had invited her to this morning. Her brain was flying faster than her mouth could process leaving her in a rambling heap of excitement and joy as she recounted the most recent events in her book. 

Natsu hadn’t dared a word so far, favoring instead to watch her go on and on about, what seemed like, one of her favorite books. He stared at her as she continued explaining her story. The words melded into the background when the sun finally decided to poke its head out from behind the clouds.

Its golden rays shimmered down on her and seemed to focus on her in particular, leaving everyone around them in shadow. It shone on the strands of deep gold in her hair, shimmering in a way that could only remind him of the ingot itself. It flashed in her already sparkling chocolate eyes, already alight with wonder as she recounted the most recent events of her book. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face at the sight. He couldn’t help falling for her more and more each day.

“A-and then…Wh-Why are you looking like that at- I mean why are you smiling at me like…that?” she stumbled, her thoughts coming back to earth. Her cheeks took on a subtle shade of pink and her heart skipped. How did he manage to do this to her every time?

His smile grew, morphing into a somewhat mischievous, toothy grin. 

“I can’t help it,” he confessed. “I love watching you talk about something you love. I like to see you happy.”

Lucy’s blush deepened and she couldn’t hold his soft gaze any longer. Her fingers twisted a loose strand of hair.

“U-um well, an-anyway,” she tried to continue. “So then he um…I mean she-she saw her family-no wait that was before…”

Her eyes kept shifting to his face, bright and happy, as he continued to watch her. Her heart leaped again.

“Would you quit smiling at me? I can’t stop smile- I mean messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

Thanks dude! I kind of went a bit farther than I thought but hey. :3



Henry woke once again to find his bed covered in sweet wrappers. That was the fifth time in a row and he was getting sick of it. It would always happen like this - he would lock his window and door, check no one was hiding in his closet and scour the room, making absolutely sure there was nothing that could possibly leave the rubbish. But every morning, without fail, he would wake surrounded by old candy wrappers, the sickly smell of peppermint in the air.


This day was different however. This day they had left a clue. He discovered it as he grumbly got from his bed, getting ready to clean up the mess before his mother noticed and blamed him for the midnight snacking. He was just bending down to grab the bin when something on the top of his nightstand caught his eye.


A note.


He frowned, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn’t just seeing things. But there it was, the white paper standing out boldly in the light sunlight. He grabbed the message from where it perched, noticing the strong smell of pines and the woods that radiated from it. It was obvious where the note was telling him to go, even without the subtle message and leaf attached to the inside.



Come and find me



Henry licked his lips, debating whether to take the bait or not. His mum wasn’t awake yet, if he was quick he could sneak out and back without being caught. But was it worth the risk.


He looked at the absolute state his room had been left in, mint green wrappers strewn everywhere.



Yes it was.


He grabbed his coat and without a sound slipped out his window. He rushed toward the woods, watching the empty streets nervously. He only prayed no one was up this early to spot him and ask what the hell he was doing.


Oh you know, just following a mysterious note left in my bedroom by someone who has been sneaking in and trashing the place with their eating habits. Just a normal Wednesday morning.


He shook his head, listening to any clues if he was getting close to finding the culprit. He looked around a tree, unaware of the stranger perching just above him on a branch.


They smiled, watching the confused boy with interest. They licked their lips, pulling something out of their pocket and dropping it to the ground.


Henry looked up to only find them gone. With an uneasy feeling in his stomach he walked toward his clue, bending down to inspect it.


A green, peppermint candy wrapper.


He sprung up when a hand was placed on his shoulder, spinning around wildly. He could hear a light hearted chuckle echo around him as he stared at the nothingness behind him. A simple explanation would have been it was just the wind. But Henry lived with fairy tale characters so he knew that nothing was ever as it seemed.


“Looking for me” a voice purred to his left.


His head snapped in the direction, his fist clenching together in fright. The person was hooded but he could tell they were young, probably around his age due to the height. They stayed resting against the tree for a few moments before pulling down the cloak, grinning madly.


Henry studied them in shock. They were dressed in a simple man’s blue button up shirt, short black skirt and clunky black boots covered in muck. Their whole demeanour reeked of confidence and a little madness, which instantly made the hair on the back of his neck bristle. But he couldn’t quite tell if that was a bad thing yet. Their eyes, surprisingly, weren’t the most shocking thing about the strange creature - despite the fact that they seemed to change colour every time they blinked, more often than not settling on a wild (Y/ec). No the most striking about them was the large cat ears  balanced on top of a thick, messy mass of (Y/hc) hair. They were black and grey striped and twitched at the slightest sound, listening intently to the woodland creatures around them.


“Oh I’m sorry, they are a bit distracting” the stranger smirked, their voice smooth but thick like honey.


They shook their head quickly and just like that, poof, the ears were away.




Henry gaped for a few seconds, blinking rapidly. Was this really happening or was it a sugar induced dream? Maybe he had been the one eating all of those mints.


“You are a curious one aren’t you” they smiled, reaching into their cloak pocket to pull out a green peppermint “That’s why I like you Henry, you’re like me”


“I-um” he stuttered, itching the side of his head “Who are you?”


“I go many names” the mysterious creature smiled “Chess, puss, demon. But you can just call me (Y/n)”


“WH-what are you?”


“Do you know, I’ve been in so many forms over the centuries that even I’ve forgotten” (Y/n) giggled “Isn’t that funny?”


“I guess” Henry smiled blandly, still feeling uneasy.


“All you need to know is I am not one thing, I am not male nor female, human nor beast” they explained “I am neither and both at the same time. It’s a very confusing concept, most don’t understand. But to keep things simple, know that I am me and there is no one else quite as extraordinary or unusual as I”


“O-okay” he raised an eyebrow, not liking the way they looked at him. Like he was a cross between their next meal and treasure they had hunted long to find.


“Now, let me get a look at you” they sighed, in an instant appearing right in front of him. (Y/n) pulled at his cheeks, humming lightly.


“How did you do that?” he asked, his words mushed together as the creature inspected him.


“Do what?” they asked, now behind him, testing out his right arm.


“That!” Henry snapped, turning round to look at them. But (Y/n) was gone, now in front of him again.


“Oh, that” (Y/n) drawled “Well my reality works differently than yours, which is why I can do this”


They shook their head and Henry stared back in amazement at a complete replica of himself. He tilted his head to the side, so did (Y/n). He raised his left arm, so did (Y/n). He fixed his hair, so did (Y/n). They were the first to break the fun game however, bursting into a fit of laughter at the boy’s bewildered expression.


“Pretty cool, huh?” (Y/n) asked, shaking their head again so they changed back to their preferred form.


“Can you do other stuff?” he asked, an excited glint lighting in (Y/n)’s cat like eyes.


“Much more. This is the mere tip of the iceberg that is my power”


“Cool” Henry grinned, making (Y/n) squeal.


“Are you okay?” he asked, wondering why they were acting this way.


“Oh yes Henry, I’m just very excited” They nodded “You see I’ve been planning this day for a very long time. Oh the things we’ll do Henry, the things we’ll see. You’ll finally understand, no one ever has you see. But I know you will”


“You’re not here to kidnap me, are you?” he paled, thinking back to his time spent on Neverland “Or kill me?”


“Kidnap, heavens no!” (Y/n) exclaimed, popping another mint into their mouth “Kill you however, well that’s another story”


They waited only a moment before bursting into another fit of laughter, slapping their bare knees hard.


“Oh I’m just kidding, you’ll get used to my jokes, I can promise you that”


Henry let out a sigh of relief, opening his eyes to find his new found friend missing.


“So, Henry Mills, are you coming?”


He looked up at the tree where (Y/n) had draped themselves over, frowning slightly when their hand played with his dark brown hair.




Their eyes widened, flickering a bright electric blue before fading back to their normal colour.


“On an adventure of course”


He looked up at the mad grin on their face and for once didn’t feel quite so terrified.




You’re Not Like The Rest


Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Summary: Hi! Could I please please get a Klaus x reader imagine where (Y/N) is one of the few women that can stand her ground against Klaus and he finds it not only amusing, but intriguing.

Klaus Mikaelson, oh how he paraded through the streets of New Orleans acting all high and mighty. He had people kneeling at his feet, while others quaked with fear in their boots. However you weren’t scared of him and you certainly weren’t going to be one of his loyal minions, and you were confident that was the main reason Klaus wouldn’t leave you alone.

Heading into Rousseau’s for your afternoon shift, upon entering the atmosphere was quiet. Only a few occupants were in the bar either taking a break from work, or catching up with friends. Tying an apron around your waist, you started to clean the glasses left on the bar. The bell on the door chimed, being too focused on the current task at hand you didn’t look up to see who had entered. The individual sat down at the bar.

“I’ll be with you in just a second”, you said while finishing stacking the glasses.
A British accent spoke, and with it your shoulders dropped. “Take your time love, I can be quite patient when I want to be”.

Bracing yourself as you turned around, Klaus opted for a smirk and you wanted to knock it right off his face. “Don’t you have some poor soul to torment?”. He covered his heart and made a wounded expression, "I’m truly hurt Y/N that you would assume so little of me”. Rolling your eyes at his attempt to be cute, you grabbed a cloth and wiped down the bench, hoping that Klaus would take the hint you were busy and leave.

“Aren’t you suppose to ask me if I want some sort of beverage, love?”.

Huffing, you put on your best fake smile. “Would you like a drink?”. He chuckled and folded his hands on the table. “I would love one, that is on our lovely evening that I have planned for us tonight”. You couldn’t help at laugh, did Klaus Mikaelson just ask you out on a date?.

“In what universe do you think I’ll ever agree to go out with you?”. His broke into a half cocked smirk. “As you very well know I’m not a man a lot of people say no too, I can be quite persuasive. After all I am Klaus Mikealson. One evening that’s all I’m asking for”. Everything about his speech made you want to throw up, it read like a egoistic, self-centered, cocky manic which was ironic because it described Klaus perfectly.

Leaning on the bar you looked Klaus square in the eyes, “I would rather walk through burning hot coals before I ever agree to go on a date with you”. For some reason he found your response amusing. Taking a step back a few more people had entered the bar, and they were waiting to be severed. “Now if you aren’t going to order a drink I suggest you walk out that door”. Turning your back towards him you greeted the 2 ladies that were sitting on the opposite of the bar, took their order and severed them their drinks.

You were hoping that Klaus had left, however much to your disappointment he was still seating on the stool and hadn’t moved an inch, expect the only noticeable difference was he now had a glass of whiskey in his hand. Rising an eyebrow towards you all while looking mighty pleased with himself, he spoke. “What’s the matter love, you look like you’ve seen a ghost”.

Biting the inside of your lip, you tucked the cloth inside your apron before leaning both hands on the counter. “I imagine a guy like you has better things to do with his time, then to sit in a dusty, old bar. And no matter how many drinks you buy I’m not going to go on a date with you. So I suggest you take the hint and leave”.

Taking a swing on his drink, he pulled out his wallet and dropped a 50 dollar bill in front of you. “If there is one thing you must know about me Y/N, is that I’m determined to get what I want. And I find you being unaffected by my charms not only a challenge to win you over, but also quite intriguing. So if I have to come to this bar every day until you agree to give me a chance, then that is what I’ll do”. Klaus grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and put it on so effortlessly, “Oh and you can keep the change love”.

You couldn’t help but watch him as he walked out the door. Still not quite sure why a guy like Klaus was even interested in someone like you. Taking the 50 dollar bill you unexpectedly smiled…maybe it wasn’t all that bad that he was?. After all having him trying to charm you was quite amusing, and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that apart of you was liking the attention.