even though i know how much he hates that play on words

His Warmth (M)

Word Count: 3532
Member: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Fluff & Smut
Warnings: Cum-play, Biting, Lots of cute bc I’m in love with Jimin

It’s been two months since your boyfriend went on tour and you haven’t been able to see him, so when you unexpectedly wake up to him in your bed you just can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself.

c.

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Deleted Kiss Pt. 2

First off, thank you to everyone who shared/reblogged my drabble, means a lot! By popular request, I decided to write a second and final conclusion. I promise it is not as angsty!  Part 1 can be found here 


Everything happened so quickly.

One moment she and Klaus were having a nice time at the pageant then he kisses her and then he’s gone.

Caroline felt sick inside, mainly because she didn’t want him to leave. A big part of her wanted to go after him and apologize for what she said.

She wasn’t angry at him for kissing her, she was angry at herself for wanting him to.

Klaus was so angry and disappointed, he had never looked at her like that before. It was more than a broken ego. She was breaking his heart.

This wasn’t supposed to be difficult. Klaus was everything wrong and bad and obviously not right for her. So why was she having conflicting feelings about him? Why did she want him to kiss her when she’s supposed to be in love with Tyler? Why was she feeling guilt for hurting him and having an urge to go after him and make amends?

She clutched her crumbled Miss Mystic Falls application, that Klaus carelessly threw on the ground, in her hands as she walked back into the mansion to gather her things.

The pageant was thankfully over just a few minutes after Klaus vanished. Caroline wasn’t in a pageant mood anymore and just wanted to go home and yell into her pillow for the rest of the night.

She jumped when she walked into one of the dressing rooms and Elena was there as well.

“God Elena you scared me.” The blonde said breathlessly.

“Sorry, Care.” Elena faintly grinned as she hastily threw her change of clothes and other necessities in a bag.

“Looks like I’m not the only one in a rush to get out of here.” Caroline claimed in a curious tone.

“Well, with Jeremy trying to kill me, Damon being distracting and Stefan hating me, kinda puts a damper on the pageant mood.” Elena explained.

Caroline nervously nibbled on her bottom lip.

“Can I ask you something?”

The brunette answered with a nod.

She gulped. “When did you realize you were falling for Damon?”
Elena’s head shot up.

“I mean, you were so in love with Stefan yet you began falling for someone else. How did you come to that realization after being in denial for so long?”

The question making her want to vomit.

Caroline did not approve at all of Elena’s sudden feelings for Damon, to be honest she loathed the eldest Salvatore brother.
But she was in no position to judge her on having questionable feelings for questionable men. They were in the same boat now and Caroline needed advice without giving herself up.

“You actually want to know about me and Damon?” Elena laughed.

Caroline rolled her eyes. “No details, if there are any, just curious that’s all.”

The brunette sighed, sitting down in one of the chairs at a makeup table.

“It definitely wasn’t planned, for starters. It would have been a lot easier on me and everyone if I shut my feelings for him off. But…I can’t. Stefan was a great boyfriend and great guy who I did love with everything in me, I still love him but I realized I’m not in love with him anymore, if that makes sense.”

- More than you know.

Caroline thought.

She simply nodded. “And that’s where Damon comes in?”

Elena grinned. “Damon, kinda just snuck up on me.” She sighed. “I always felt something for him but becoming a vampire only intensified those already existing feelings. He’s dangerous, manipulative and defiently nothing like Stefan but…he gets me. I can’t explain it but he makes me feel, everything.”

Caroline bit the inside of her cheek in an attempt to control her emotions.

“Coming to that realization was hard because I was so worried what people would think, what Stefan would think, but I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t feeling what I felt anymore.”

“Even if you knew you’d possibly lose people close to you?”

Caroline’s biggest fear of opening up about her feelings for Klaus was losing all her friends. No one shunned Elena for liking Damon but she was still losing.

The brunette sighed. “Sometimes, you have to make those leaps. Everyone isn’t going to agree with every choice you make, so why not go for it? I don’t know what, if anything, is happening between Damon and I but I wanna see where it goes. You could be missing out on something great if you don’t take those chances. At least that’s what I’ve been told.” She concluded.

Could she? Be missing out on something great with Klaus? Could he give her everything she needs? They had eternity to figure everything out, Klaus could give her a fulfilled life.

This was too much, she’s already talking about being in a relationship with him and having a possible future.

Coming out about her feelings for Klaus wouldn’t be the same as Elena coming out about Damon. She would get the cold shoulder treatment from everyone and possibly kicked out of the little Scooby gang all together. That’s what scared her more but, she can’t ignore her feelings and she can’t put her life on hold forever.
She liked Klaus and needed to tell him. She owed it to herself and him to see where this could go, her friends had to wait.

Caroline stunned that she finally admitted to herself what she felt for him; step one complete.

“Where are you going?” Elena asked when Caroline abruptly stood to her feet with her bag of clothes in hand.

For a second, she forgot Elena was even there.

“Umm, I just need to do something right now. Don’t wait up for me okay?”

Elena was confused as much as she was curious, but nodded anyways.

In a flash Caroline was already in her car, heart speeding rapidly as she drove to the Mikaelson mansion.


The coward side of her wanted to detour back to her house and forget this ever happened, but the curious side of her knew she had to see this through.

Caroline couldn’t live with herself if she didn’t at least tell Klaus how she felt, and she didn’t want him hating her either. Even though she doubted he did, she’s never seen him that hurt before.

Who would have thought Klaus Mikaelson had a heart?

Her palms were sweaty as her hands tightly gripped the steering wheel. She almost forgot how huge Klaus’ home was until she pulled into the driveway. Granted  she hasn’t been to his mansion since his family’s ball, where he made her feel like the most beautiful gem with just a glance.

- Stop it Caroline!

She cursed herself as she finally parked her car.

This was really happening. There was no turning back now.

Her stomach was in knots, hands a sweaty mess and mind clouded with possibilities.

Caroline rested her head back against the seat, eyes closed and taking deep breaths as she gave herself an inner pep talk.

She was being completely out of character putting herself out there like this.
Well, the worse that could happen would be Klaus rejecting her and wanting nothing to do with her.

A scenario she didn’t even want to entertain.

Before she could second guess herself any longer, Caroline heavily sighed before opening the car door and climbing out.

She could hear her heartbeat thudding through her chest as she made her way towards his front door.

Caroline couldn’t remember the last time she was this nervous for a confrontation; probably freshmen year when she started liking Matt. But this was no pointless high school crush, she was admitting her feelings to Klaus Mikaelson.

The man she’s to see as evil and wrong but has been nothing but lovely to her. Who frustrates her every being because he understood her better than anyone and she couldn’t even deny it. Who terrified her because he’s capable of giving her everything, making her feel everything.

She was tempted to turn around and hop back in her car till she realized she was already standing in front of his door.

- It’s now or never.

Taking a deep breath, the nervous vampire knocked her fist against the door. It didn’t take long for the door to open, revealing the hybrid standing behind it.
He defiently was not in the mood to talk to her, if the emotionless expression on his face was any indicator. But she needed to do this tonight before she goes back home, overthinks it and drops the situation completely.

That would be too easy. Easy wasn’t going to get her to where she wants to go.

Caroline sighed. “Hi.”

Klaus didn’t respond.

His face hard and stiff.

- Really, the silent treatment? Is he twelve?

She thought, now feeling uncomfortable but she refused to leave.

Caroline gulped, looking around. “Wow, I almost forgot how huge this place is. Haven’t been here since your family’s ball. Seems like forever ago…” She softly laughed.

“What do you want, Caroline?” He coldly asked

Even though his question was harsh, at least they weren’t on no speaking terms anymore.

Caroline nibbled on her bottom lip. “I know you might not want to see me right now, but we need to talk.”

Klaus shrugged. “I think we both said all that needed to be said.”

Of course he was going to be difficult. It wouldn’t be Klaus if otherwise.

“Can I come in?”

“No. I don’t think you can.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

She sighed. “Klaus-”

“What do you want from me, Caroline? You made it perfectly clear at the pageant that you want nothing to do with me. I’m a terrible person who has done nothing to help you besides for my own selfish gain, right?” Klaus spat back the hurtful words she threw at him earlier.

Caroline pressed her lips together.

“I’m not playing silly school girl games with you anymore, I’ve had enough. You can’t use me as your punching bag then expect me to still be open arms when it’s convenient for you. I won’t be made as a fool by you any longer. What’s said has been said, nothing more is necessary and we both should just move on now.” He claimed.

That stung.

“You hate me, you still have the Lockwood boy to fawn over, your friends and everything is right in your world again.”

“I don’t hate you.” Caroline abruptly said.

Klaus’ eyes slightly softened at her confession but he quickly brushed it off.
Contrast to popular belief and expectation, Caroline didn’t hate Klaus and never has. Dislike, occasionally, but Caroline didn’t know much about Klaus enough to hate him and he never directly hurt her.

But now she’s falling for each discovery she made about him and it drove her insane. She could hear the hurt in his voice with each word and, oddly enough, it pained her.

Just because Klaus acted like a big bad doesn’t mean he was, not when he’s with Caroline.

“I know I haven’t exactly given you a reason to trust me and I understand you not wanting to talk but, just give me the opportunity to explain myself. Please.”
Klaus raised a curious brow.

He knew Caroline was as stubborn as he was and would never beg. This had to be more serious than he anticipated.

With a heavy sigh, he opened the door wider gesturing for her to walk in.

Caroline entered the mansion, stunned by how its beauty, just like she remembered. Her eyes wandered around from the extended staircase to the ballroom where she and Klaus danced for the first time. Seemed emptier than she before but nonetheless extravagant.

The usual bright chandelier was dim and low.

“See something you like, love?”

His voice sent chills up her spine.

Caroline turned around to face him again. “I’ll just never get over how gorgeous your home is. I’m sure you don’t appreciate it, huh rich boy?” She teased.

“It has its charm.” Klaus said with a small grin.

The tension not completely gone but definently lessened.

She playfully rolled her eyes before they caught the multiple moving boxes in the middle of the dining room.

No wonder it looked so empty.

Caroline furrowed her eyebrows as she turned to him again. “What’s with all the boxes? Are you leaving?” Her question so soft as if she was afraid of his response.

Klaus was thrown off himself. He wasn’t expecting her visit so he definently wasn’t prepared to provide her an explanation for his departure.

 "I am.“ He blankly stated.

Caroline scoffed. “When did you make that decision?”

“Why does it matter to you what I do?”

Okay so he’s still mad, good to know.

She gulped. “Where are you going?”

“New Orleans. I think a nice change in scenery is well overdue, it was never the plan to stay in Mystic Falls permanently in the first place. I only came for Elena but now she’s a vampire and is of no use to me any longer. Hence, there’s nothing else keeping me here anymore.” He coldly explained.

Ouch.

Caroline opened and closed her mouth a few times, thinking of what to say next.
It was hitting close to home that Klaus was packing up his life in Mystic Falls and moving away.

Moving away from her, and he wasn’t shy about making that point clear.

If Caroline didn’t drop by and waited till morning like she first planned, he would already be gone.

Selfish prick.

“So, that’s it? You were just going to leave without saying goodbye?” Caroline asked.

He shrugged. “Wasn’t exactly given the impression that you would care, in your mist of insulting me and whatnot.”  

Caroline threw her hands up in the air. “I’m sorry. Is that what you want to hear,
Klaus? I’m sorry, okay!”

Klaus crossed his arms again.

“What I said…” She closed her eyes taking a deep breath. “I didn’t mean it…I-I was just so frustrated!”

“Because of me?”

“Yes! No. I don’t know.” Caroline huffed, pacing in a circle and massaging her temples.

This wasn’t going according to her plan.

She was letting her nerves get the best of her but she couldn’t help it. Klaus and this whole situation made her anxious.

There was no going back now though. She was already here and Klaus was leaving, no more room for nervous breakdowns.

Caroline licked her dry lips before facing Klaus again. “You do frustrate me and you know you do, that’s why you always have that stupid smug look on your face every time we’re together. You do it on purpose and I still let you get to me, knowing your games and it’s frustrating!”

“What is it that I do, exactly?” Klaus innocently asked.

She scoffed. “Like you don’t know.”

“Afraid not, love.” He teasingly answered.

“Stop.” Caroline demanded taking a step back. “Stop doing that. Stop acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about, you always know! Stop doing things like digging up my old Miss Mystic Falls application because you want to get to know me. Stop being charming with your annoying teasing tone and making me forget who you are. Stop making me like you when I’m supposed to hate everything about you.”

Klaus’ eyes widened at her confession.

- Did she just say that?

Caroline didn’t give Klaus a moment to respond, clearly she was on a roll.
Klaus’ demeanor calmed as he stared at her curiously and fondly.

Caroline growled. “Stop looking at me like that. I can’t breathe with you looking at me like that so just stop!”

The hybrid was dumbfounded but also amused by how much of an affect he actually had on the baby vampire.

Caroline was losing it. Her words were jumbled and she looked as if she was in the verge of angrily crying.  

She pressed her lips together and heavily sighed. Running her fingers through her blonde locks attempting to catch her breath.

“I-I don’t understand what I feel for you or why, it’s not right because you’re you and I’m me. We’re on different teams. You’ve done so many awful things Klaus.  Things that shouldn’t be forgivable and I know that when I’m with my friends. But then…when it’s just you and me, all judgment goes away. I don’t forget what you’ve done but I don’t hold it against you either, I don’t want to. I like seeing the good before the bad in people, it’s who I am and underneath all that rage and mayhem there’s a man. The Klaus I see is the Klaus you hide from the world, but I catch myself caring for all sides of you.” She confessed softly.

This was really happening.

If he wasn’t so amazed, he’d pinch himself to prove he wasn’t dreaming this.
“I wasn’t mad at you for kissing me today, I was mad at myself for wanting you to. I was mad that I’m supposed to be in love with Tyler yet I craved your kiss. That’s insane right?” She nervously laughed.

He shook his head. “I don’t think you’re insane at all, love.”

“Ugh, you’re doing it again.” She softly said with a grin that Klaus reciprocated.

“Everyone always expects the best from me, expects me to do the right thing all the time. That was never a problem, until you. Until you were the only one who took the time to get to know me and make sure I was okay. The only person out of all of my supernatural friends to say it’s not a bad thing to embrace that side of myself. You opened my eyes to newer and scarier possibilities that I’m not sure I’m ready for yet, I’m only 18. But I do know that…I like you, Klaus.”

Klaus’ eyes glazed over at Caroline’s admission. His mouth was dry and body still.

“I like you and it has become harder and harder to deny it lately. It scares me that I want you just as much as it scares me that you want me.”

“Caroline-”

She shook her head. “You’re an a thousand year old species who has seen and done everything. It was intimidating having to live up to that. I’m just average, I haven’t even scratched the surface of all that you’ve experienced.”

“I can assure that there’s one thing you’re not Caroline Forbes, and that is average. You never have to be anyone but yourself with me.” He said honestly.

She briefly smiled. Nodding while looking down at her feet briefly.

“Look, Klaus it took a lot for me to admit this, not just for my pride’s sake but because I could possibly lose everyone  I’ve ever cared about. If I wanted to see what could come out of this, I would be sacrificing so much and that’s terrifying. But then there’s the exciting part that makes me feel like it will all be worth it, that you’ll be worth it.” Her eyes hesitantly met his.

Klaus never expected the night to end like this.

After abruptly leaving the pageant, he took Caroline’s rejection to heart. Only one person has managed to break his heart after capturing it so quickly, and that was the baby vampire standing in front of him.

He decided leaving Mystic Falls was best when he assumed all hope was lost with Caroline, not to mention this town was growing more unappealing by the second.

Never imagining she’d show up an hour later on his doorstep confessing her hidden feelings for him. Feelings he knew were there but was growing impatient with her delay of realizing it herself.

Yet here she was.

“I should go…”

Klaus was snapped out his thoughts from Caroline’s voice.
One blink and she was already at the door.

He quickly grabbed her arm, spinning her around so they were face to face again.

Caroline’s breath hitched as they were nose to nose, her back pressed against the door as his chest was inches from touching hers.

Klaus trapped her body between his and the door, his hands on the door and both sides of her head.

They heavily gazed into each other’s blue eyes.

Caroline was at a loss of words, saying everything she needed to already. What more could he say now?

“Ask me to say.” He softly demanded.

Well, there’s that.

She furrowed her eyebrows. “What? Klaus-”

“Ask me to stay, Caroline.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Sweetheart, you completely underestimate the affect you have on me.” Klaus grinned.

She briefly grinned back.

“You don’t realize how long I’ve waited for you to say everything you just said. To finally be honest with yourself, with me. The only reason I decided to stay in this toxic town after everything was you. I only decided to leave when I thought all hope was lost.” He confessed.

Klaus has said a lot of heavy confessions to her in the past, she wasn’t sure she could handle another one after what she just delivered to him.

“From the moment I met you, I was intrigued by the courageous baby vampire who wanted to live. Who shot down my every advance, which only made me desire for you more.”

“So if I wasn’t a bitch to you, you would have gotten the hint?” Caroline amusingly asked, much to Klaus’ dismay but he chuckled.

“It would take a lot for me to give up on you, Caroline Forbes. Like, saying you want nothing to do with me for starters.” Klaus teased back.

She laughed, sniffling. “You know I didn’t mean that, right?”

“I know.” Klaus nodded.

Caroline relaxed into his touch as his knuckles brushed against her soft cheek. Why was this so calming?

Klaus’ eyes burning through her skin with admiration, Caroline could feel the blush creeping up her face.

His hand cupped the side of her face, his eyes searching for an answer in hers.
“Ask me to stay.”

The coolness of his breath kissing her skin sent welcoming chills throughout her body.

It felt weird asking that of him, even if she wanted him to stay. That’d be selfish of her, oh god she was already being selfless with Klaus.

She’s in deep already.

“Klaus-” Caroline sighed.

“Ask me to stay.” He asked again.

The blonde nibbled on her bottom lip briefly. “You can’t kiss me again.”

He grins, sliding a strand of hair out her face. “Ask me to stay, Caroline.” Ignoring her plea.

Caroline hoped that might distract him but Klaus is nothing but persistent. Oddly, that was something she secretly liked about  him. A guilty pleasure of hers.
She would love to be kissed by him again, a real kiss where they both enjoyed it.

This was becoming too real too fast.

If she asked him to stay, that would mean they would give this a chance. That meant Caroline would be leaping into the unknown of Klaus Mikaelson.
Was she ready for all that he was and could give her?

Klaus felt so infinite. There was no going back to average after him. He was 1000 years old who has seen and done almost everything. That was as intimidating as it was thrilling. All he could show her, new experiences for her to live, worlds he can take her to and heights she never knew were possible. But there were also possibilities and experiences she could show him as well.
Could she handle him ruining her in the best way?

Caroline’s body was shaking, mind reeling and fingers fidgeting. She wanted him here, she wanted to see this through.
It was all or nothing.

Caroline’s lips trembled before she spoke. “Stay.”

Her voice so soft if Klaus didn’t have supernatural hearing, he wouldn’t have heard her.

Klaus softly exhaled in relief.

He knew this wasn’t easy for her, he didn’t want it to be. This was a decision she needed to take seriously, given all that she would giving up; though it was ridiculous she felt she couldn’t just be with her so called friends.
He wanted to be the one who challenged her and made her want more. He could give her more, everything she wants and needs.

Klaus wanted to be it for Caroline and vice versa.

A sweet grin crossed his face as he stared down at the nervous blonde vampire.
She was so damn beautiful even with tearful puffy eyes and red cheeks. He wish he could capture this moment on paper; the night she chose him.

He cleared his throat, feeling a slight knot in his throat. “Well, now that we covered that part, let’s discuss what that means hm?” Klaus smirked.

Caroline nodded with a grin. “What it means is that you’re not selling this beautiful home before you have another party.”

Klaus rolled his eyes making Caroline laugh.

“Caroline…”

She placed her hand on top of one of his that was on the side of her face. “I’m only teasing. I do want to see where this could go, I wouldn’t have embarrassed myself with that confession if I wasn’t serious. No more games, no more denial I promise. I’m giving you a chance so use it wisely, got it?”

“You know how sexy you sound ordering me around? If it were anyone else I would have dragged their heart across the floor by now.” Klaus stated with a smile..

“I guess I should I feel pretty special, huh?” She teased.

“Always.”

Caroline playfully swatted him against his chest.

Klaus caught her hand and pulled her closer so their breaths brushed each other’s lips.

She couldn’t deny that her eyes wandered down to his tempting red lips. Only experiencing the taste of his lips once and she was already fantasizing about them.

The hybrid shamelessly expressed his want for her through his eyes and Caroline has never felt so desired in her life.

“Caroline…”

“Hmm?” She hummed. Dragging her eyes back up to his face.

“Can I kiss you now?”

It was almost laughable how shy Klaus seemed in this moment.

The usual smugness was gone. He was acting like a teenage boy asking to kiss a girl after their first date. It was odd but incredibly adorable, even though he wouldn’t think so if she told him.

Blood rushed from her head to her core, imagining tasting his lips again. The sinful lips that took her breath away with just a surprise peck.

This kiss wouldn’t be a quick surprise though, it would be lasting which only made Caroline more eager.

She leaned into him more so they were now chest to chest and her eyes stuck on his lips.

Caroline nibbled on her bottom lip, nodding. “Please.”

Her tone much more breathless than she anticipated but she didn’t have time to dwell on that as Klaus’ mouth already molded against hers.

He was urgent and demanding but so damn good.

She has imagined kissing Klaus before, as awful as that might sound given that she’s been in a relationship, but this surpassed her expectations. Their mouths gracefully moving together as if they’ve kissed on a regular basis.

Caroline gasped when Klaus bit her bottom lip then probing his tongue into her mouth. They both softly moaned into the exchange, feeling the rush of being together like this

Caroline felt as if she was floating on a cloud. Her mind hazy as his tongue tasted the inside of her mouth, as her own tongue clashed with his while indulging in the moment.

It was as if their mouths were made for each other’s.

Klaus could still taste the faintness of champagne lingering on her pink lips. So sweet and perfect.

He grabbed her by the waist and pressed her back against the front door. His hands traveling from her waist down to her hips. He couldn’t get enough, feeling her and touching her and the surreal thought that she was actually allowing him to do so.

Of all the times he’s imagined this moment, he didn’t think it would happen so soon. Caroline surprised him and he wasn’t a man who was easily surprised.
She deserved to be worshipped. He wanted to be the one to show her how beautiful she actually is.

Caroline tugged on his hair; he hadn’t even realized she wrapped her arms around his neck. She tilted his head to seek a better angle, deeply moaning into another kiss.

He let her take control for awhile after all, he did like a woman who knew what she wanted  and Caroline Forbes wanted him.

Their hips ground into each other’s roughly, making Klaus groan in her mouth at the contact of their clothed centers making contact.

“God Klaus…” Caroline moaned, breaking their heated kiss and leaning her head back against the door.

Klaus nearly came on the spot just from hearing her moan his name. He stared with hungry and lustful eyes.

Her porcelain neck on display for him. The hybrid took that as an invitation to lower his head towards the flesh.

Caroline didn’t mean to let his name slip from her lips, stroking his ego even more, but she couldn’t hold it in. His kisses were hypnotizing and his hips were sinful. Caroline hissed when she felt his teeth scrape her neck but contently sighed when his tongue swept over the wound.

He was careful not to let his venomous fangs drop. They needed to work up to blood sharing first.

She bit down on her lip with closed lids, simply indulging in the pleasurable feel of him exploring her neck with licks and kisses.

Klaus’ hips continued to move up into hers which only added to the pleasure.

Caroline’s fingers snaked into his curls, keeping his face as close as possible.

“You’re so beautiful.” Klaus whispered against her collarbone.

Caroline grinned to herself at his compliment, moving her core against his rhythmically which elicited a groan from the hybrid.

She was wondering how a simple kiss resulted in them practically dry humping against Klaus’ front door.

This felt too damn good to be considered wrong. Caroline couldn’t remember the last time she was so enthused from just making out with someone. She’s never felt this wanted and she’s never wanted someone so much.

But as amazing as this felt, she knew if they didn’t stop then they would have sex. Not that Caroline was opposed but, not like this. Not when she still has a lot on her mind, lose ends to mend and things to figure out; like how to explain all of this to Tyler.

She wasn’t looking forward to that confrontation but it was something that had to be done. She wanted everything to be settled with her friends before she moved forward with Klaus.

Klaus would be a new beginning, a fresh start.

When he cupped her breasts through her dress, Caroline knew they needed to stop.

No matter how burning his large hands felt over just her clothes.

With one more desperate moan as he began kneading her mounds, Caroline tugged on his hair to lift his head up from her neck so they were now face to face again. Her hands pressed against his chest to create space between their bodies. Both breathless and flustered.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Klaus asked with concern in his tone, lowering his hands.

She nodded, liking the fact that he was more concerned about her well being than his hard on.

“Yeah. Nothing is wrong at all, trust me.” Caroline smiled, reassuring him that he did nothing wrong.

“This is really, really nice…” She softly confessed, nibbling on her lip.

“If you keep doing that, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.” He mused, cupping one side of her face with one hand, stroking her cheek lightly with the pad of his thumb.

She sighed, trying not to get lost in him again. “I’m totally going to regret saying this but, I think we should slow down a little…for now.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow. “I got the impression you were quite enjoying yourself, love.” He smirked.

Caroline blushed. “I was, a lot actually. I’m not saying I don’t want to because I obviously do…”

“Hmm…” Klaus smuggly hummed, brushing his nose against hers.

She fought back a moan. “But I still have some things to figure out and explaining to do. And you should know that I’m technically still with Tyler, we didn’t really break up.”

“I know.” Klaus sighed.

She furrowed her brows. “How?”

He grinned. “I’ve been around for a thousand years Caroline you think I can’t differentiate between a real and fake break up? Not to mention, the Lockwood boy has very little talents as is and being a convincing actor isn’t one of them.”

“Hey! Don’t be mean.” She scolded, not being able to hold back a small laugh.
Klaus pulled her by the waist so they were chest to chest. His arms safely wrapped around her body, leaving a sweet kiss on her nose and cheek.
Caroline smiled at the affection, never taking Klaus Mikaelson for the gentle type.

“Take all the time you need. I waited this long just to kiss you, I can wait a little longer for the whole thing.” He began. “When you’re with me, if you choose so, I want it to be something you want. I want to be who you want, and for you not to be ashamed or scared about it. Not worrying about Elena, Tyler or anyone else.”

Reality was hitting harder and harder.

“And just know, that if you do decide to give us a real chance, I’ll never let you go.”

Caroline sucked in a breath at Klaus’ promise.

Suddenly she wanted to take back what she said about waiting.

Klaus was overwhelming and extreme but he was exactly what she needed.

“Okay.” Caroline agreed, casually pecking his lips which stunned them both.

They were already acting like a couple who have been together for years.
It was almost scary how comfortable he made her feel.

Klaus reciprocated the kiss, gradually deepening it with his tongue.

Caroline allowed herself to enjoy it for awhile. Moans swallowed by his mouth, her hands brushing over his stubble cheeks as they cuffed both sides of his face, and her body already craving to be destroyed by his.

She planted one more kiss on his lips before leaning back with her hands still on his face. “You’re not making this easy.”

“I didn’t intend to.” Klaus smirked, grabbing one of her hands and kissing the palm.

Caroline rolled her eyes. “I really should go.”

Klaus nodded. “May I at least drive you home?” He offered.

They were both aware that Caroline drove herself to Klaus’ place but she didn’t question it. She wanted to be with him as much as she could tonight, who knows when they’ll have time alone after she breaks the news to her friends and Tyler.
But she was ready for that, at least she thinks.

This evening took such a huge turn. From Klaus storming off to Caroline storming after him to heartfelt confessions to passionate make out sessions.
One surprise kiss literally changed everything for the both of them and Caroline couldn’t be more excited.

“Okay, but no funny business.” Caroline said, poking her finger towards him.

He chuckled, putting his hands up in defense.“No funny business.”

She pressed her lips into a wide grin as Klaus reached behind her to open the door, leading her out the mansion and closing the door behind him. 


You can also find this drable and my other work on my fanfiction account (:

An Analysis of Keith and Lance’s Feelings Towards Each Other.

After season three - and Keith’s Vlog especially - I’ve seen a lot of people complain about how Lance is oblivious to Keith’s true feelings about him (Rather those feeling are platonic or romantic) And yeah, I’m right there with you on wishing he’d recognize his misconceptions about Keith’s feelings towards him, but does that mean that Lance is unjust in the way that he feels? Does that mean Keith’s actions haven’t warranted or perpetuated this false narrative?

As a Lance Stan, of course I’m coming through for my boi. But I also just really like analyzing their interactions. So here we go:

First off, how does Lance actually think Keith views him? This picture shows it best.

Lance thinks that Keith sees himself as above Lance. The framing - which is coming from Lance’s p.o.v - is a great indicator of that. But even without this, Lance himself says:


I’m a big believer in the theory that Lance is projecting he own feelings of self doubt. He undoubtedly has an inferiority complex, but Lance feels inferior to everyone on the team, and it’s only with Keith that he ever shows any type of malice. In fact, I cant remember a time Lance has ever been genuinely angry at someone who isn’t Keith. (I could be wrong here.) So why does he treat Keith so differently than the rest of the team? Maybe because of his internalized gay feelings towards our resident spicy boi?hmmm.

We know for a fact that in episode one Iverson told Lance something like this: ‘You’re only fighter class because Keith, a better pilot, washed out. Now act accordingly’. This doesn’t feel like the first time either, but more of a reminder. So on the surface, it seems clear as to why Lance treats Keith the way he does at first. I mean, I get it. If someone was constantly used to reinforce the notion of how shitty I am, I’d probably have a similar reaction towards them too. (Conditioning is a thing ya’ll) However, from Pidge’s flashback in season one, we know Lance’s animosity isn’t that new.

“Hasta la later, Keith.”

But again, Lance just isn’t such a mean spirited person as to rejoice someone’s failures. Quite the opposite actually. He validates his team even while feeling inferior to them. It just doesn’t feel like Lance. And other than towards Keith, Lance has never been shown to act this way. So I have to believe something occurred to make Lance not like Keith especially. Not saying that’s an excuse, but it is an explanation. Truthfully, what probably happened was that Lance looked up to Keith or tried to befriend him and Keith acted in a way that Lance perceived as rejection. We don’t know though, because the key to this lives within the Garrison years, and we may or may not ever see those.


Sooo, lets move along to something that we do see.


We all know that Lance is antagonistic towards Keith, but Keith isn’t an innocent party in this.

Think back to the first episode when they’re all on the hovercraft. Lance asked “If this thing can move any faster,” which wasn’t a jab at Keith as much as it was a ’holy shit, we’re about to get caught,’ moment. Keith’s reply was something along the lines of: ‘Maybe if we removed some unessential weight.’ (Which, in hindsight, considering how Lance views himself as baggage, a seventh wheel, is some pretty jarring foreshadowing.)

Then he tells Lance he’s the worst pilot ever. (Ouch)

Just to be clear, I love Keith, and I don’t think he meant these comments as maliciously as they may have been taken. They were probably more like offhanded insults, but knowing what we know about Lance, is it so hard to see how these comments could be internalized?

Next we have a scene where Lance jokes about wanting all of the information in his brain to be stored on a spaceship. Keith’s response isn’t teasing, but… mean. It’s meant to hurt Lance by blatantly insinuating that he’s stupid. And in season two, when they’re both going to the pool, it’s Keith who tells Lance to stay far far away from him.

What am I getting at here? IDEK. Lance and Keith don’t hate each other in the slightest. Keith knows he’s bad at people, and he probably notices that Lance treats him differently than literally everyone else on the team. I’m sure that hurts Keith. While with Lance, he looks up to Keith, thinks Keith is better than him, and because of the words of people like Iverson and Keith himself, this idea has been nurtured. We already know that Lance takes the words of his friends to heart. In both season 2 and 3 when Lance expressed doubt, he brought up something Pidge said to him both times.

“I thought I was the team sharpshooter, but I guess nobody else thinks that.”

“Maybe I am just the goofball.”

Neither of them are innocent. It’s a mutual series or misunderstanding, and as sad as it is to see Keith frustrated over his inability to relate to his team, he’s not doing himself any favors when he insults Lance in earnest. Lance isn’t doing himself any favors either, and they’re both just reacting based off of these false narratives they hold about one another.

But that’s apart of what makes their relationship so complex and interesting to watch play out. Season three really paid off. Their development unfolded beautifully and I can’t wait to see how they proceed in the following seasons. I can only hope that any miscommunications they have about each other are addressed and cleared up.

Did you ever have a genuine psychic/medium experience?

Although many readings can be attributed to cold readings or sheer coincidence sometimes it’s uncanny how accurate psychics/mediums can be. Here’s a collection of supposedly genuine experiences from threads. If you have an experience feel free to tag me @sixpenceee!

by reddit user Jinuxxx

I never believe in palm /card readings. I don’t actually believe in it nowadays. BUT when I was in 9th grade, my friend took me with her to a fortune teller so she can have her future read. Surprisingly she mentioned about her love dilemma, a blonde guy and dark haired guy. She was completely convinced about her reading powers while I was meh… We’re teenagers, it’s natural we’ll find ourselves in situations like this. And then she predicted the scores she’ll get at the exams when you finish high school (in our country there are some mandatory subjects for the exams, thus multiple numbers) she guessed that right. If I think really hard about probabilities and stuff I can find a logic explanation to that as well. 

by reddit user GoobyBear22

About 5 years ago I saw a psychic that a family friend had told me was the real deal. I went in skeptical and came out a believer.

She used tarot cards and knew things that could have been lucky guesses, like that I had just bought a house and was renovating it, but she also knew specific things that no one else could have known.

The most amazing part of the whole thing was that she knew that I had some complications with my hormones and had a surgery in the past that would make getting pregnant very difficult, but she told me Despite all this, I would have a baby later in life. Toward the end of the reading she hands me the tarot cards and tells me to shuffle them. Then tells me to ask three questions in my mind one at a time. I decided to really test her authenticity so the first question I decided to ask was am I going to have children, and halfway through laying the five cards down, she stops and looks at me and scolds me saying “I already told you that you were going to have one child!” hah this is when I knew.

by reddit user wobblerss

This was before I was born. My mom had a neighbor who was a grandpa who could see the future. He told my mom that my sister would be really sick when she became a preteen and not to worry because she’d be okay. When my sister was a preteen she was diagnosed with cancer and after a year and a half she was perfectly fine. My mom was pregnant with me when she met him again and he told her that I would be a c-section baby. My mom already knew this and said she had scheduled the c-section already since I was breach but he was adamant that she would have me on a certain day and that the c-section wouldn’t go on the planned day. I was born on the exact day he predicted.

Nothing too crazy but the fact that he knew that my sister would be sick and would be okay is crazy to me. He also didn’t want any money and approached my mom and asked if he could do a reading for her.

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anonymous asked:

so, um. if you have any particular feelings about labyrinth--specifically Sarah--uh, go wild.

WILD PEACHES  [AO3]

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The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast. She has to brush some glitter off the toaster—it withers and vanishes at the brush of her fingertips, and she stares at her hand for a long time. 

It mostly just looks like her hand. Even when she turns it over, and sees where she scraped her knuckles against the oubliette, where the shattered mirror cut the back of her wrist. It looks like she fell, or was playing in the street. That’s all.

The toast comes out burned, and Sarah stares at that too. Eventually, she slumps down against the cabinets and cries, wracking sobs that send her dad and Karen rushing into kitchen. They check her forehead for a fever, put their hands on her, and keep asking, “Are you okay? Sarah, please, tell us what’s wrong…”

Eventually, her dad drags her into his lap and cradles her against his chest, like he did when she was little. Her legs are too long to really fit anymore, but Sarah hugs him around the neck anyway. “It’ll be okay,” he says, keeps saying. “You’ll be okay.” And Sarah—doesn’t laugh, because she can’t, and doesn’t have the words to express what—how—

(None of her stories ever talked about this. What did Sir George do, the morning after he slayed the last dragon in England? Did Tam Lin eat breakfast, or did he sit there, shivering, wondering if his hands were different, having been claws and wings and scales?)

Afterwards, she leaves the burnt toast outside on the back porch. Not an offering. Maybe a reminder.

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It’s Didymus she sees the most often, mostly because he’s the one who invites himself rather than waiting for an invitation. He comes for tea, but even if there’s no tea—which there isn’t, usually—he comes to tell Sarah stories. She learns to love poetry because there’s no escaping it with him. (She won’t read Idylls of the King until Brit Lit in college, but she ends up scrawling a lot in the margins; Didymus’ telling of events had been much more interesting.)

Once, she falls asleep like that, her hands tucked behind her head with Didymus curled up and sleepily reciting from the crook of her elbow. “So tender was her voice, so fair her face—though I don’t think he was looking at her face, my lady, pardon me for saying so—”

Sarah buries her nose in his fur. Didymus always smells of rosewater, and a crispness she thinks is just…the Labyrinth. She falls asleep trying to place it.

She wakes up with a wild fox in her bed, animal-black eyes frightened and flat, teeth bared. The fox is whining, and she’s tempted to throw herself across the room, to get away from this wild thing and its teeth. It takes a monumental will to keep herself still and her breathing slow, even; like she’s still asleep and unafraid. 

It takes her longer to swallow, and start humming one of the songs he taught her—a knight’s round, he’d said. She’s shaky at first, but the fox’s ears flick forward. It cocks its head, and slowly, the teeth disappear behind its lips. 

She almost laughs when noses at her throat curiously, butting its head against her jaw like a cat might.

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Good Girls Go Bad

Set in the 40’s. Y/N was your stereotypical girl next door, growing up in the apartment right across the hall from James Buchanan Barnes. She had always been the shy, reserved girl; she was the complete opposite of the enigmatic ladies man. Despite their proximity, she was sure that he didn’t even know she existed. What happens when they run into one another during a night out on the town? Is just one night all it really takes? 

Word Count: 3,408

Warnings: swearing, smut


Originally posted by evanstansource


You sighed, adjusting your dress as you gazed into the mirror. Even though it was still rather conservative, you couldn’t help but notice that it was more revealing than you were used to. The neckline plunged rather low, the collar fastened with a bow that drew attention to your cleavage. The waist was cinched, showing off your figure. Paired with the red heels that your friends had chosen for you, you were looking like a regular bombshell. Your friends had insisted that you go out with them tonight. You had turned them down too many times. They said that now, of all days, you had to accompany them. The newest army recruits would be shipping out tomorrow, and it was sure to be a lively night.

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anonymous requested: Oi ! i really like ur writings and was wondering if you do bill skarsgard/pennywise stuff ? if you do can you write a oneshot where Y/N plays the older sister (like shes in her twenties or smth) of beverly and pennywise kills her ? but Bill Skarsgard (he plays Pennywise) has a thing for Y/N and really hopes to impress her but it kinda goes wrong in someway ? idek but it’s been a idea i’ve had for ages ! thankss !  

Warnings: Spoilers -? Maybe? IT is a horror movie so, murder and choking. Also brief brief brief topics of vomit.

Word Count: 1880

A/N: I’m fully aware this is one shot is a bit bizarre and definitely a specific niche (not one that I share necessarily) but I feel like I need to preface this by saying this is simply just for fun. PSA Bev Marsh doesn’t have an older sister Y/N’s role is purely for this work

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Ever since Y/N got the call telling her she, Y/N L/N, was to play the part of Laura Marsh, her stomach still hasn’t unfolded itself. It was still all balled up in the pit of her lower abdomen, like she could hurl at any time. It had been there through the three months of filming they had done and she concluded that it would probably never leave.

Her character didn’t play much of a part in the loser’s club, but Y/N’s character was given her own story in the film. She was Laura Marsh, the real town ‘slut’  even though she often used her little sister Bev as a scapegoat. She hung out with Patrick Hocksetter and Henry Bower, and was usually one of Bev and the loser’s tormentors. Laura was a bitch by all standards of convention, even Y/N could admit, which was her death scene was supposed to be simultaneously terrifying and reliving.  

Y/N watched as the loser’s from her black chair as they played hand games and laughed together on the pavement. The blacktop was so hot! She thought, how the hell did they stand it? Y/N technically had only stopped being a kid three years ago (she was 21 now) but she still could never remember a time where she was so uncaring.

“Do ya’ know when they’re gonna start already? Jesus lets just get on with the scene already!” The slightly squeaky voice of Nicholas Hamilton (Henry Bowers) abruptly asked beside her. Three months ago she would’ve jumped, but now she didn’t even think about it. She heard a chair scraping against the ground and it groaned with the weight of Nick’s body. She turned and smiled at him, placing her thick and annotated script onto her lap. He was wearing an orange wife beater tanktop and Y/N could see redness on his shoulders beginning to form.

“Whoa I die in this scene! You want me gone that much, huh?” Y/N asked, feigning hurt as she chuckled lightly. It was the most unfortunate death for poor Laura Marsh, first she was kissed and then left by her boyfriend (which just so happened to be Henry Bowers) in the sewers of all places, then she was brutally ripped apart by a clown wearing his face. Y/N knew that the younger actor was anxious for his first on-screen make out (he had told her so time and time again) but she hoped the playful conversation would calm his nerves.  

Y/N was nervous too but for a different reason entirely. She was an experience actress, she had crossed all the necessary rights of passage, yet she was so nervous. Y/N had talked to Bill Skarsgard twice and she couldn’t shake her stupid, girlish crush. She hardly knew the guy for fuck’s sake! She had wanted so much to come from this movie, It was her first big production movie, but now she was most certainly gonna screw up. How the hell could she pretend to be terrified of the guy when she was secretly thinking ‘I want you to rub my mouth on your mouth’?

“No! No!” Nick assured, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s not the death I’m looking forward to,” he whispered under his breath not so subtly. A few moments of hot silence followed before he reached over and grabbed the script from Y/N’s lap. He lazily fanned himself with it boyishly.

“You’ve got another coupla scenes after this so it’s not like you’re not going anywhere!” He joked as he tried in vain to cool himself off. His voice was shaking slightly and his laughs were constrained, like he wasn’t breathing in enough. Y/N cocked her eyebrow and waited for a few seconds before she made a lunge for her script. She, of course, missed it and hit her elbow on the wooden arm rest of his chair.

“C’mon why do you carry this thing anyhow? Everyone knows you memorized this thing cover to cover the instant you got it.” Nick teased stretching his arm away from Y/N as he peered at all of her highlights and somewhat embarrassing notes.

Y/N tried to crack a smile, but it was true, she did take it everywhere. How could she not? How else could she ensure she’d pull through? Besides was it so wrong for her to make sure everything went perfectly?

Nevertheless, she was beginning to suspect that Nick knew something that he shouldn’t, that sneaky little son of a bitch. She was about to reply with a typical snarky remark but she was interrupted by Andy (the director) shouting, “Y/N, Nick, and Bill - Scene 6 please!” Her heart sank as her body began to move without her brain’s consent. Nick had already jumped up and ran over to Andy enthusiastically. Meanwhile, Y/N’s thighs peeled up from her chair and she awkwardly waddled over to join them.

Andy took one glance at her before waving a makeup artist down and whispering in her ear. How ironic that this makeup artist looked like a scary clown herself, what with all that highlighter. The girl took a dry rag and began to dab Y/N’s face a bit, before she was pulled onto set by someone’s face she didn’t even get to see.

Nick grabbed Y/N’s hand and lightly guided her into position, awaiting Andy to shout “Action!” Y/N could still see the kids offscreen playing their hand games, but now one of them had begun throwing little balls of mud.  

“Alright! Is everyone in position?!” Andy asked looking around as if he were waiting for someone to point out a problem. He nodding to the man holding the slate, before loudly shouting “AND ACTION!”

Nick immediately pushed Y/N’s hips up against the walls of the sewers and she giggled obnoxiously. His lips roughly greeted hers in a strained, but very teenager, kiss. The kiss lasted only for a couple of seconds before he pulled away and wiped his mouth, following the script to a tee.

“You’re getting better.” He commented rudely and went back to give her another kiss. But Y/N’s character, Laura pushed his chest back, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Henry?” Y/N made sure to smack her lips together, to cock her head, and roll her eyes.

“It means that I thought sluts like you were supposedta’ be good at kissin’. But I guess sluts aren’t really known for their kissin’ anyways.” Again, Nick went in for a kiss, but Y/N pushed him back and feigned disbelief.  

Only open your mouth slightly, stop cocking your head, frown, stare, make your eyes water Y/N went through exactly what she had to do in the mirror time and time again, perfecting every part of her express- Crap, lower your chin and …. cry!

Nick glanced at her, though by now her character was balling. “You’re a fucking crazy bitch. You know that right? How much do you charge again?” He asked so sourly the words curdled in his mouth.

“Just get the fuck outta here!” Y/N yelled and she could see, out of her peripheral vision, Andy mouthing along to the words. Nick smirked evilly, before exiting the set and giving her an encouraging off screen thumbs up. Y/N slumped down and cried pathetically, just as it was written. But eventually she stood and stumbled around in the sewers, crying all the way. She could feel the presence of the camera over her shoulder as it followed her like a ghost. Abruptly, the sound of demonic laughter reverberated around the metal of the sewer hitting Y/N’s ears. Bill was too good at that. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand. Her character stopped walking and wiped her nose with the back of her cranberry colored sweatshirt.

A floating red balloon bobbed through the air as it came softly down to where Y/N was standing. It bobbed so peacefully (like the script had said), so her character tried to reach out to get it like a  young child. Perhaps poor slut Laura Marsh needed comfort too, Y/N pondered.

“AND PENNYWISE GO!” Andy shouted, marking where CGI would be used to create a horrifying, deformed hell version of Bill’s beautiful face. Y/N jumped and let out a throaty, raspy scream, the same scream she was hired for. She felt cold hands on her sweatshirt before she saw Bill, but once she did she couldn’t help to scream again. It was nightmarish, with his enlarged forehead and pointed smile.

The clown pinned Y/N up against the wall, which would’ve actually choked her if it had not been for the slight incline that let her tiptoes hang on. She gasped and sputtered, still crying and struggling pathetically. “HO HO HEHEHE!” The clown laughed in her ear and the sound shocked her so much that Y/N lost her footing, her toes couldn’t get a grip on the wet floor of the sewer. Bill was already so much taller than her at 6’4” that in order to deliver the lines properly, he had begun brought her up to his face. She gripped tightly onto his gloved hands as she coughed and began to feel a bit light headed as he continued to laugh maniacally.

Just kill me already! Y/N painfully thought, she would hate to be the reason for the failed take. But Pennywise, or Bill, never seemed to talk fast enough and Y/N was really beginning to feel the effects as she tried desperately to gulp in air.

“I - I,” Wheeze. “C-c-can’t-t,” Wheeze.  

Immediately like a switch had been pulled, she felt the pressure on her throat release as she fell to the ground into the disgusting water. She gulped in sweet air like she had never breathed before and Andy, god bless him, finally shouted “Cut!”

“Y/N! Are you alright!? I really didn’t mean to! I mean I thought maybe - but - I’m so sorry!” Pennywi- Bill shouted, helping her up by placing his hand on the small of her back. It was so odd hearing him be so gentle and polite while wearing such a terrifying costume. His eyes, which five seconds ago where full of such rage, now were softened and sad. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice,” Bill said exasperatedly and guided her over to where Andy sat, all the while she was still breathing in and out deeply.

“Y/N! Y/N! What happened!” Y/N heard the voices of the child actors as they ran over to inspect the situation.

“It was the heat you dufas!” One of the kids proclaimed obviously, as they patted her shoulder. But all Y/N could focus on was the sound of her heart beating as she panted heavily.

“I’m …  fine guys.” Y/N confirmed as she rubbed her neck tenderly. Now that she finally had air in her lungs, the pain of where Bill’s fingers had wrapped around her throat set in.

“I’m so sorry,” Bill repeated as he tried to give her kindest smile he could, buck tooth, blood drenched and everything.

andreil soulmate au

An @aftgexchange pinch-hit for @andrewjsten; I hope you enjoy!

Imagine an AU where you can’t lie to your soulmate. 

Everyone knows this.

Well, as in, it is physically possible; Neil can open his mouth and say something untrue to Andrew.

But soulmates are two people who share a soul. Two people who were meant to be one, but were torn asunder by the gods in their rage.

A soul will know the condition and the intention on its other half; for they are part of the same soul, in the end.

  • Which means that Andrew knows that Neil is his soulmate almost immediately
  • He flies out with Kevin to meet this rookie forward that Kevin’s raving about. He hasn’t bothered to watch the videos, he’s just going because they’re desperate for a new team member after the last recruit, and Kevin insists on going and Kevin won’t go alone
  • So he has the lowest of expectations when Neil comes rabbiting into the changing room and Andrew swings without thinking about it
  • His first thought is ‘what an idiot’ and his second is ‘hot tho’
  • And then Neil says something about not deserving to play on the same court as Kevin and Andrew can feel it in his bones, in his heart, in his soul that Neil is lying
  • Which makes his third thought about Neil ‘well fuck’

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“Talk to my son like that again, and I will end you” - Damian Wayne x Batmom

Summary : Damian is the victim of racism, Batmom steps in to kick some asses.

Just something that popped into my mind one night, after a day of heated argument defending some of my “people of color” friends, like some things get me instantly mad…so I had to write about it and hum…hope you’ll like it

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You didn’t mean to say it on live TV like that…but…The nerves of those people ! 

It was common knowledge that you didn’t particularly held journalists in your heart. 

Some would say it was because any form of media in Gotham was OBSESSED with your family, and you hated the attention you all constantly got. 

If you cut your hair, it’d be in the paper, if your sons were spotted hanging out in town, it’d be in the paper, if you and Bruce did something, it’d be in the paper…with ridiculous titles too : “The heir of the Wayne fortune are turning into delinquents !” when all they did was skateboarding around town. “Bruce Wayne and (Y/N) Wayne about to divorce ?” just because Bruce arrived later than you at a gala…So stupid. 

Yes, some would say it was because they constantly tried to find a scandal about your family but others…like your husband, would say it was because he used to date a few of those journalists women. And yeah, it was true he did “date” some of those women but, this wasn’t why you disliked journalists. 

And Bruce knew it, he’d just tease you with it sometimes to try and relax you because some douchebag wrote lies in the papers about your family…

You knew by marrying Bruce that it would be like that, that you’d always be the center of attention and honestly, when it was just about you ? Or even Bruce ? It was alright. Both of you could handle it. 

But when it touched your children ? Oh no. No. And no. 

And so, tonight, as someone made a comment about your youngest son..you kinda lost it. And you could already see the title of every articles and such that’ll come out the next day : 

“(Y/N) Wayne loses it on live TV”

But this was too much. Your boy already struggled with this at school, he didn’t need it everywhere else…How did they even hear about it anyway ? 

Uh…Who were you kidding ? They were journalists, of course they would have heard about your little outburst at Gotham Academy…

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Types as People I know IRL

ENFJ: Is one of the nicest person I know, seems to make friends every time she’s in a public place. Has a really hard time saying no to people asking favors to her. Cries a lot, especially when watching animal videos and TV competition shows auditions (golden buzzer moments especially).

ESFJ: Has a creepy way of knowing when you’re not feeling well. Always has comforting words of wisdom. Has very strong belief in their values. She’s the person I go to when I need honest opinion about a subject of just to get some infinite love. Cries a lot too, especially when with ENFJ.

ENFP: Is VERY emotional, can go from butterflies and rainbows to torture chambers and fire pits real fast. Amazing sense of fashion, goes through phases (only wears black, only wears pastel, only shops at thrift stores). Is never at the center of conflict and can always find a way to mend broken bonds. Very intelligent but can make some non-intelligent spontaneous decisions. Acts as though they don’t care what people think but they’re probably the most self-conscious people I know (except for maybe ISFP).

ESFP: Can’t stand doing nothing for more than 5 minutes, has more energy than a 3 year old. Is really fun to argue with but don’t kid yourself, you’ll never win the argument (or you’ll know you’re right but they’ll never acknowledge that). Likes the outdoors and wants to live on a farm later in life.

ENTJ: If incredibly smart but even more hard headed. Cares a lot about people but cares more about their success. Was in all the clubs at school and for good reasons, they’re extraordinary leaders. Has no patience for stupid people or bullshit.

ESTJ: Has a very dark sense of humor and I LOVE it. Has a very astonishing way of always getting what they want. Looks like an introvert until they are seen in a crowd. Would be the person I would want with me during an apocalypse.

ENTP: The comebacks that come out of their mouths are amazing. Could never be bored around them since they’ll find a dark and twisty subject to talk about. Will argue as much as ESFP but will usually be more right and sometimes even admit when they’re wrong. I’ve never seen someone party like an ENTP. Secretly hates people but can’t live without constant interaction with them.

ESTP: I don’t know any ESTPs, guys where are you?

INFJ: You can do nothing with this person, for like 4 hours and feel like you just had a super deep conversation, baked cookies and climbed Mount Everest. Doesn’t talk a lot but when he does it is always the truth. Nobody dislikes INFJ, how could you he’s like that one flower growing in a field of rocks.

ISFJ: Loves books, is afraid of doing extreme sports and things that could be dangerous. Has so much imagination and lives to help others. I have never seen them angry.

INFP: Takes everything so personally, I’m always afraid to say a joke around them. Doesn’t do much, binge watches a lot of Netflix shows and loves politics.

ISFP: They never tell you how they’re really feeling but it doesn’t matter, you can read them like a book. Are very self conscious and seek attention from people. They’re so generous and kind but it’s hard to give back to them. Loves classic rock and old video games, is addicted to sports.

INTJ: I WANT AN INTJ FRIEND SO BAD. I’m pretty sure my chemistry class teacher’s assistant was INTJ but didn’t have the nerve to ask him, he was very passionate about science, over population and the statistic of the online dating world.

ISTJ: Can’t find any of you guys either, sorry…

INTP: YOU GUYS ARE EVERYTHING. I only know one INTP. Right now he’s either on wikipedia, watching educational videos on Youtube or playing some indie video game. INTP looks very socially awkward but is one of the kindest soul I’ve ever met. Talks to me about subjects I know nothing about (politics, economics…) in a way that makes me interested. Plus their vibes are super sexy.

ISTP: Where is your secret hideout, where are you guys hiding?

Warning: These are based on people I know in my life and I don’t expect them to represent everyone who are those types. If you are ESTP, ISTJ or ISTP I’m sorry, from one MBTI addict to another you don’t know how badly I want to meet one of you guys.

Maybe More Than Friends (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

Word Count: 4,729

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After Peter joined the Avengers, you were basically forced into spending a lot of time with him, being that your father is being that your father is the Tony Stark. Your relationship starts off fairly innocent being as Peter was fairly shy around you, and not to mention that Tony had strictly forbid you two from dating. But despite your best efforts, the sexual tension between you two is undeniable. And one night while the rest of the Avengers are out on a mission, leaving you and Peter alone, the sexual tension comes to a peak. Peter is 18 in this fic.

Warnings: Extreme fluff. Language. Smut smut smut

You remember the first time you met Peter Parker. It was embarrassing, to say the least.

It was a pretty unexpected meetup. You didn’t even know that he was in the tower. You were working in the lab with another one of your dad’s employees, helping design a suit for the new Avengers recruit, Spiderman. It was your first major job, and you were so focused that you hadn’t even noticed when your dad and Peter walked in.

“Hey, Y/N, meet the new recruit, Peter. Peter, meet Y/N, my daughter.” Tony said loudly as he entered the lab, startling you and making you hit your head on the wall.

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a tiny bit jealous

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Prompt: Reader has been friends with Peter since forever, and has been in love with him even longer

Requested by: n/a

Warnings: sadness, slight self-consciousness 

Word count: 2,018

Notes: There! Will! Be! A! Part! Two! Message me if you want to be tagged in it! Writing this gave me major feels you don’t even know.

Part two

Originally posted by tom-is-bae


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Wish You Were Here (Tom Holland Smut)

request: i think it was kinda? someone wanted phone sex w tom so here we are i’m too lazy to find it but anon one’s for u babe <3

short summary: tom was a little shit this whole week about the fresh cut and it got u all hot and bothered when he finally posted a pic so u know seeing as u can’t see him phone sex will have to do

length: 1.6k words

warnings: smut

A/N: i’m sorry i know i said i was working on 2 angsty peter fics but i knew i needed to write this as soon as he finally stopped being a snake and showed us that dope cut bc goddamn it looks fucking NICE i’m so s o r r y 
pls forgive me


You toyed with yourself as you paced around your bedroom. Not knowing what exactly to do, you were at a loss. You didn’t want to cave, but at the same time you were beyond caring. The reward would be too great if you would just succumb to your wants.

Tom hadn’t only been messing with his fans all week, but you too. What started as a simple joke tweet had amassed into hysteria in his fandom. He’d initially planned on only waiting a day before showing the world a simple selfie of his new hair cut, but after seeing everyone freak out he decided to take it a step further and mess with everyone for a few days.

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“Did that miscreant hurt you, mother ?” - Batmom x Batfam

Requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera, and sorry cause, as I just finished writing it, I realize this probably wasn’t what you wanted at all…I hope you guys will like it

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-…And I swear if ANY of you set fire to anything again, you’ll be grounded for the next six months with NO chance of parol ok ? 

Your sons nod a bit grumpily (until you glare at them and then they nod vehemently : “yes m’am”), knowing damn well how serious you are right now, and already dreading the long gala that awaits them, and how well behaved they will all have to be. 

It means no flirting for Dick. It means no fighting for Jason. It means no sarcastic comments to people for Tim. It means…No talking or moving for Damian really, as he knows when he starts, he can never stop. He’d rather just stand by his parents or brothers and not talk at all (Gotham’s media thought he was mute for the longest time, until one day, he called a journalist that was asking him something rude a “troglodyte” and…of course it made every news papers’ headline…uh). 

It  basically means no-anything-that-could-get-them-in-trouble. And if you had to make a speech each times before a social event to keep your family out of the scandal news, then you would. Pictures of you guys buying groceries, or eating at a food truck, having fun at the local fair or you and Bruce kissing ? To be honest you know it comes with the package to be a Wayne. And you’re fine with this. But scandals ? It always upsets you too much to think anyone could think heal of your family…

Now of course, you know some people hate your family just because you’re rich and famous, but at least, it’s not because you did something that gives them an actual reason to hate you all. Besides, most of the time, it’s just misplaced jealousy. 

Those people had no idea what it really was like, to actually be Mrs. Wayne. The only thing they knew, was that yes, it seemed not that easy to raise those boys of yours as they also seemed very…full of life. But other than that, they had just not a single clue what it was to be Mrs. Wayne. If they thought it was easy, that you just bathed in wealth and you’re husband was just a damn sexy and smart bastard…then they were wrong. Of course he was smart and sexy, but oh, oh being his wife wasn’t easy. 

Being able to pull him away from his dark thoughts was a full time job. Cheering him up and making him smile, genuinely smile, was a constant struggle. But, of course, you wouldn’t have it any other way…And as he snakes an arm around your waist to lead you toward tonight’s gala, your boys chatting with each other in front of you, you know that yes, this is all worth it.

You’d go through Hell for Bruce Wayne. If those journalists and people who judged you and your family could also go to hell in the process…Ahem. 

And oh how cute is it, that your boys try to make sure to be right in front of the cameras’ flashes so they don’t blind you ? Those kids…

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You’re used to it. The silence whenever you all arrive somewhere. 

It’s always the same. 

Outside, it’s mayhem. 

People screaming things at you, how much they all love you. Journalists yelling questions in your face, girls swooning over your husband (it doesn’t annoy you as much as it used to, as you understood long ago that Bruce was somehow completely impermeable to this attention, that he only had eyes for you, quite literally). 

But when you get inside, where photographers and such are forbidden…

Complete silence for a few seconds, as people take in the “great and famous” Wayne family. As people stare at you all shamelessly. 

How handsome your sons are getting (”the oldest one, Richard, he’s legal right ?” you heard more than once), how well dressed you all are (everyone is, but you guys ? You pull it off better than any other rich fucks in this town), how perfect your family is (Haha. Hahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)…There’s always a small silence, before conversations start once again, your boys go off on their own to find drinks and food, and Bruce get swarmed by tons of people that wants to talk to him. 

Years ago, you used to hate this. Because they all always ignored you. But now ? Now people want to talk to you as much as they want to talk to Bruce…Though sometimes they’re a little scared of your wits. They’re very careful not to be rude around you. Just like Damian (and Hannibal Lecter actually…though you don’t eat people), rudeness is your pet peeve. 

This time is just like any other time, except that the silence is way shorter than usual. It takes you a few seconds to register what’s going on, and when you go completely stiff in Bruce’s arms. Instantly, he gives you a worried look and do not understand what made you so tense all of a sudden, when, while it’s still supposed to be silent around, he hears the smuggest voice he ever heard in his entire life (and he spend his life around smug people…) : 

-(Y/N) !! Oh my oh my oh my, long time no see my little fox ! It’s so gooooood to see you ! 

“Who was that guy ?” is what everyone was thinking right now. How dare he interrupt this sacred few seconds of silence while they were all admiring the Waynes ? And how dare he talk to Mrs. Wayne like that, in front of her husband who was known to be a bit…territorial sometimes with her ? (After all, they witnessed countless times him kissing you passionately because someone even remotely flirted a tiny bit with you…). 

That guy…That guy was Edward Gibson. 

The only man besides Bruce with whom you had a serious relationship with. 

The only man (and hopefully he’ll always stay the only man) that broke your heart. 

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anonymous asked:

andreil in a hospital?

One of the things Andrew has recently grown more comfortable with is touch. He still doesn’t love it, won’t accept it from most people, but thanks to the cats he’s less likely to jump or default to his knives if something brushes against his legs.

Which is good, because even though the apartment is empty other than them and King definitely prefers Neil, she’s snaking between Andrew’s legs anyway. He stoops slightly to brush her back with one hand—he doesn’t indulge them the way Neil does, but Neil isn’t here to see it, and the cats can’t talk, so ultimately, no harm done.

He needs to stop thinking about Neil so much when Neil isn’t here. It’s a normal occurrence—they both live in Chicago, but they play for rival teams, so their schedules aren’t perfectly lined up. Neil is in Washington this weekend for a game, and Andrew has a home game against Kansas City.

Andrew’s phone vibrates—undoubtedly a text from Neil. He opens it immediately and thinks about how unlikely he is to ever admit to anyone how much he misses Neil. Except for maybe Neil himself, and only if he was on his deathbed or something.

Neil’s text reads, good luck tonight! and is accompanied by a selfie of him and Dan. Cute.

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The game is a brutal one, even from between the goalposts. Andrew takes a nasty hit during a brawl early on but doesn’t get benched until the second half, when a fourth ball clatters hard enough against his helmet to leave his vision swimming.

He resolutely does not check the score for Neil’s game—he’ll find out via phone call as soon as it ends anyway, or else a reporter will ask him about it as they leave or someone will announce it to the entire court (crosstown rivals and all that)—and so it’s not until his phone suddenly explodes with messages and tweets that he knows something has happened.

A call breaks through it—from one Dan Wilds, who is currently with Neil, which must have something to do with his phone being swamped with notifications—and he manages to answer it before it, too, disappears into the mess.

“What is it?” he says.

“Andrew? You good?”

He hates niceties and small talk, especially when they get in the way of his finding out necessary information. “Where is Neil?”

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Hatred (Wonho X Reader)

Admin: Candi
Request: “Hello! could i request a smut where you and wonho hate each other? – anon”
Fandom: Monsta X
Member/reader: Wonho x Reader
Genre/warning(s):  smut, humiliation, strong language, dom!Wonho (VERY DOM), choking, scratching, blood, ok let’s just say extremely hardcore sex so it’ll be easier??? (trigger warning) 
Words: 4k (not even sorry)
Authors note: Just a heads up, this is really rough. I’m hella proud of this and I hope you enjoy this. I adore writing Wonho smut BUT I ALSO WANNA WRITE FLUFF BECAUSE HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE. But yes, this is hella intense so like just a warning so you won’t die? Or get offended. Basically rough sex, nowhere near vanilla so if that’s what you’re expecting this is exactly NOT it. I’m not even sorry at how dirty this is.

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