crimson delicious

Woo hoo, Klaroline IS coming! Okay, now I have that out of my system…

I’m back with another fusion drabble. This initial premise is from the 1997 Alicia Silverstone film called Excess Baggage. All italicised text is quotes from the movie (and a bonus Cher quote from Clueless) and chapter title and lyrics from the soundtrack. Thanks also lovely Jo @fanfantasticworld for the awesome cover. 

Trying to get attention from her wealthy, workaholic father, Caroline stages her own kidnapping throwing her into the path of car thief Klaus Mikaelson.

One Headlight

“There’s got to be something better than in the middle
But me and Cinderella we put it all together
We can drive it home, with one headlight.” (The Wallflowers)

Beverly Hills, Los Angeles

“How stupid do you think I am, huh?” He asked pointedly.

“How stupid is there?” She growled by way of response.

“You know, I once stole a Ferrari with a Chihuahua in the back. He made less noise than you do.”

“Are you always this charming to your captives?”

“Only the ones that won’t shut the hell up,” he groaned, changing the radio station to something decidedly less manufactured. When he woke up this morning, the last thing he expected was to have an unexpected stowaway on this particular job.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She demanded, covering her ears as the sounds of Metallica burst through the speakers, filling the car. “I’m a strictly Britney Spears and Taylor Swift kind of girl.”

“Figures,” he scoffed.

“Excuse me?”

“Rich, spoilt brat likes girlie pop music,” he drawled. “How original.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“On the contrary I have learnt more than I need to know about you in the past fifteen minutes because you haven’t stopped rambling in my ear. Trust me, I’m regretting ever removing that gag from your mouth.”

“Well, it isn’t my fault you kidnapped me,” she growled, pulling at the tight restraints bounding her wrists together.

“Yes,” he muttered. “I was the one who threw you in the trunk of your own car. I may be a thief but I’m not into abduction and excess baggage, especially with someone as high maintenance as you, princess.”

“Says the guy with the warm personality,” she shot back. “So, where are you taking me?”

“I was thinking the nearest mall,” he murmured, his eyes trained firmly on the road. “I’m sure you’re just dying to do some shopping or whatever it is you do with your time.”

“So, that’s what you think? I’m just a ditz with a credit card?”

“You said it not me, sweetheart.”

“I don’t want to go to the mall,” she pouted.

“Since when did I become a bloody cab service? Okay, how about a spa? You could get one of those mani-pedi things.”

“A callous car thief knows something about beauty treatments?”

“Now who’s typecasting whom?” He shot back for her benefit. “What can I say, I have a little sister that won’t shut up, she kind of actually reminds me of you, princess.”

“I have a name you know.”

“And I have no interest in knowing it given you’ll be out of the car in a few minutes hopefully,” he muttered.

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A/N: Takes place after What Was Missing



               Marceline found her bare feet in the air just outside Bonnibel’s window, found her knuckles rapping on said window, all in the dark, early hours of the morning. She wasn’t sure how or why she was here, but well… that’s a lie. She had an inkling…

                It took the princess a few moments to gather herself and stumble to the window to let her guest in. Marceline was pretty sure she heard angry mutterings about useless guardsmen, but chose to pretend she didn’t. “Sup,” she said casually, as though it was 3PM and not 3AM.

                In the glow of the moonlight, Bonni’s face looked too white, flavorless, Marceline noticed. It was a stark contrast to the black rock shirt she wore as her pajamas. “What, Marcy?” the drowsy girl snapped, rubbing her eyes with a thumb and forefinger.

                “I-uh…”  Marceline felt uncomfortable, suddenly, unusually. Her eyes met Bonnibel’s, dropped to the nightshirt the princess wore, and then slid off to the side, a lump forming in her throat. She tried to swallow the lump away. “You really do wear it-”

                “You cannot be serious!” Bonni interjected incredulously.

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Crimson Delicious

Louis Tomlinson is writing his first article for Rolling Stone Magazine and it’s a big one. Harry Styles is super sexy, in a pop band, and never goes in with his band for interviews so no one knows anything about him. Louis gets an interview with him.

Meanwhile, there’s a James Franco exhibition going on at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.


This is really entertaining and funny and good and idk just read it

anonymous asked:

M!a: muse is now a vampire and has the unquenchable thirst to suck blood from people near. Lasts as long as the mun wants.

(Let’s say a week :3)

Pepper doubled over, gripping her throat. It was so dry…. so very dry…. so…. so thirsty. She needed…. not water. No… she needed…. Long fangs began protruding out of her gums. She tried to fight it. She tried to force them back. Blood. She needed blood. All around her. It was all around her and still she tried to deprive herself of it. She could hear heartbeats outside her office, veins pulsing with delicious crimson. No! No she couldn’t hurt anyone! Oh but she wanted to. She wanted to tear their throats out and drink them dry. No! No that wasn’t her… Shut up! She was arguing with herself and the beast slowly taking control. She wouldn’t be able to keep it at bay for long. So hungry…. FeEd mE!