and i have about zero chances of ever seeing it

Forbidden Love


Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Summary: Can you do a Klaus imagine were Klaus has to sneak into the readers room at night because her brothers Damon and Stephen are super protective and doesn’t want her near Klaus.

House arrest, that’s what your over-protective, controlling brothers said to you. They were keeping you on freaking house arrest to prevent any interactions with Klaus. You couldn’t believe it, the audacity, the nerve they had to pull something like this.

“Are you kidding me! You can’t keep me here” you shouted at the both of them.

“It wouldn’t have needed to come to this, if you had just listened” Damon replied, pouring himself bourbon.

Damon was the least sympathetic towards this ordeal, Stefan however you could tell felt guilty but Damon was just being a ass about it.

“Don’t think I’ll ever forget this” staring both of them down, mainly Damon before storming off to the confides of your room.

“Do you think we went too far?” Stefan asked.

“Nope brother, she needs to learn that messing around with Klaus has consequences” Damon took a sip and watched as you marched up the stairs.

Slamming the door behind you, the anger was getting to a boiling point. You hated being controlled, the biggest insult of all was neither Damon or Stefan trusted you to let you decide if Klaus was good for you or not. They practically made that choice for you, assuming they knew best just because they held the title ‘big brothers’, what a load of bullshit it all was.

Kicking off your shoes, not caring where they landed you fell on the bed. A shadowy figure caught your eye, panic set in and you took the fireplace poker ready to attack whoever was outside. The figure crept closer the doors, lifting the poker you swung but a hand caught it in mid air.

“Whatever I did love to make you want to hit me with a poker, I sincerely apologize”. Hearing his voice was a sign of relief, dropping the poker down you wrapped your arms around his neck, taking in his scent.

“I sorry I thought you were someone wanting to break in” you breathed into his neck.

Seeing his smile was all that you needed to lighten your mood, “When then I’m going to have to teach you how to swing, cause it needs some improvement” he mocked.

“That would be great, if I ever was allowed to leave or see you for that matter” you sat on the bed, feeling down all over again. This was horrible, a ridiculous decision that your brothers came too all because of their dislike for Klaus.

He dipped the other side and pulled you closer, “What have they done now?” he asked stroking your hair.

“Forbidden me to see you, like they know a thing about our relationship! I mean who are they to tell me what I can and can’t do, when Damon and Stefan have been pinning away for the same women”. You were in full on rant mode and weren’t showing signs of slowly done anytime soon. Standing up, you paced the huge room back and forth while Klaus just sat looking crossed between amused and outraged.

“They continuously talk about how evil you are, and how your going to hurt me. I know who you are better than my brothers and I can’t believe they have confided me to this house, all because they want to show me just how much power they have all due to the fact they’re my family”.

Taking a deep breath you carried forward with the rant, “Klaus I’m going to go insane if I have to stay here for another minute. I can tell Stefan at least has some sympathy, but Damon couldn’t even give a damn”. Letting out a frustrated scream, Klaus instantly appeared by your side.

“Love take a breath, I’m going to fix this” he said with anger.

Klaus marched towards the door, panic again surged through your body. Running after him you placed two hands on his chest.

“Whatever you’re thinking, please Klaus don’t make this worse. If you go down there they’ll know you sneak in to see me. Damon will do something extreme to stop that from happening…please let’s just stay here.”

Pleading with him wasn’t any good, once Klaus had his mind set on a task, goal or action there was little chance in stopping him or changing his mind.  Softly grabbing your face in his hands he spoke, “Trust me Y/N”. With that he left the room, you right behind him knowing this wasn’t going to end well.

You could hear Damon and Stefan in the living most likely discussing you. Klaus had that determined look in his eyes as he turned the corner Damon immediately stood up.

“Gentlemen it has recently come to my attention that the two of you have forbidden Y/N to come see me. Stefan I thought I knew you better than this, denying your own sister a chance at happiness”. You stood to the side, watching all of this unfold.

“I don’t know how you got in here, but I suggest you use the door that’s right behind you and leave” Damon snarled at Klaus.

At this point Stefan stood up, joining his brother in this western type showdown expect they were no guns, but if worse came to worse they would surly be fangs involved.

“Oh I’ll be glad too, but I won’t be leaving alone”.

“What are you talking about?” Stefan spoke for the first time since this argument.

He pointed to you and said, “If you think I’m leaving Y/N here then you two are even more idiotic than I imagined, she’s coming with me”.

Damon stepped forward trying to very hard to intimidate Klaus, “There is no way that is happening”.

They came eye to eye, face to face. Stefan and you shared a look, ready to intercept if things got heated. Klaus face changed to show Damon who he was messing up, and the reverted back.

“Try and stop me” Klaus whispered in a deadly tone.

He turned around and extended his hand to you which you gladly took, “Come on love let’s get out of here”. Damon vamp speed in front of the door, looking hella pissed.

“Take your hand off her or so help me Klaus”.

Klaus smirked and grabbed Damon throwing him across the room. Damon vamp sped towards him again and got in a punch, before Klaus pinned him to the wall. “I’m a hybrid and 1,000 years old it’s going to take more than that to stop me”.

He squeezed his hands around his throat, making it harder for Damon to breath. Stefan’s eyes went wide and used his vampire strength to free Damon.

“Do you really think this is the best way to convince us that we should let Y/N go with you?”, he asked Klaus.

"I don’t care what you and your brother think Stefan, because either way she’s coming with me”.

Damon coughed several times before straightening his posture, “How about we let Y/N decide”.

All eyes turned to you, not liking the fact you were front and center butterflies erupted in your stomach. “If I stay the chances of you and Stefan allowing me to see Klaus is zero. I get you don’t understand my relationship with me, but have I ever judged the two of you for being involve with Elena?”.

Stepping forward in front of Stefan you gave him a light-hearted smile, “Stefan please I know you understand, even if it’s just a little bit. I promise I will be safe and I’ll come back, but right now I want to go with Klaus”.

In the background Klaus was smirking that he won, sadly giving Stefan one last look you let Klaus open the door for you. Damon stepped forward but Stefan stopped him, the two watched as the door closed, as you had just walked out with their latest enemy not knowing when they’ll see you again.


shrieking in agony because I will probably never be able to see this
→ Peter Pan, directed by Robert Wilson, music by Cocorosie

On becoming a lesbian

I’ve come to discover, through this journey, a number of other women who accepted or realized the full extent of their queerness as fully-formed adults like myself. These women, like me, often had to divert the path of their lives to something new and terrifying when they thought they had their future planned. They too sought out others like them, people who became queer (or more queer) later in life. These women, along with Paul, many of my friends, my family, my therapy groups, and a lot of reading about queerness, have helped me accept this surprising change in myself. But at the same time, I felt there hasn’t been enough written about this sort of shift.

I don’t see the fact that I was bisexual as a phase nor do I see who I am now as a phase. When I was bi, which I firmly believe I was for at least 31 or 32 years even if I don’t choose to use the title anymore, I was absolutely bi. I liked women and men, in about a 45/55 split. It was not a phase. I was less motivated to act on my attractions to women and I ended up in long-term relationships with men, but both attractions were present at the same time. Not all bi people are that way.

In fact, bisexuality is as variable as the many individuals who claim that label.

That’s one of the reasons I’m loathe to give that label up. One of the women I spoke with mentioned that “about every six months or so” she wanted to be with a guy sexually but that otherwise she had no interest in men. Some women found their sexuality to be fluid, where some months they preferred women and some months they preferred men. Other women were attracted only to certain men, but besides that preferred women.

I find myself uncertain about what this will all turn out to look like as part of my life. Part of me still sees myself as bisexual, although I have zero sexual attraction to men. It’s entirely possible that at the end of this journey (whenever the hell that will be, if ever), bisexual will still be the title that matches me the most. But it’s also entirely possible that that’s only because “bisexual” is the label I’m used to putting on myself, even if it’s a label that doesn’t fit anymore. Or maybe I’ll get tired of rejecting men over and over because they’ll assume “bisexual” = “chance at a threesome” and will just use the label lesbian to avoid men. There are no absolutes in life, and I’ve been taught that very well this year.

I’ll admit that, frankly, besides Paul, there aren’t a lot of dudes that I see good in and the odds of me ever being with a guy again that’s not him are minimal if not zero. Women, though, women are magical. Have we talked about how gorgeous and wonderful women are? There’s so much to discover and, as sad as I am to lose my partner, I’m also excited to see what’s out there for me in the world of women. If I ever find someone half as amazing as Paul to be with, I will be a lucky person indeed.