Hello! Are you taking requests? May I ask you for some fluff with Oliver Wood? ^^ But like in school, private, not on the quidditch pitch. Maybe some cuddling on the rainy evening or something? :) Love you!xx ( @bluegreyme ).
Word Count: 1378
Author’s Note: I love Oliver Wood so of course I loveeeeeed this request. I just hope that I did your request to your liking :) Also tagging the lovely @notgreengrass for always being so willing to edit my posts!
The NEWTs was all Y/n could think about the for past two weeks. The end of term was approaching quickly, which meant that Oliver and Y/n had been studying from dawn ‘til dusk. The morning sun was bright as it glistened against the water of the lake, though the air felt a little stagnate. Regardless, it was pleasant weather for studying underneath her and Oliver’s favorite tree by the Hogwarts lake.
Transfiguration books were sprawled all across the ground. As Oliver’s head was resting on Y/n’s lap, he held a book in attempt to block the sun that was making them squint their eyes.
“Y/n–,” Oliver began to whine, “we’ve been studying all bloody morning. Can we please take a break? My brain is going to explode,” he said, dragging out “please.” Oliver groaned as he rolled onto his stomach to face the Y/h girl.
Characters: Reader, Stiles, Scott -on the phone, (others come later)
When a new girl arrives in Beacon Hills, everything changes. They don’t know what she is, and neither does she, but she knows exactly what happens to everyone in Beacon Hills, and she’s here to stop it all.
— Y/n doesn’t remember anything about herself or her past. She keeps getting these visions and thoughts of a place called Beacon Hills and the people who live there. She sees all the hurt and pain they go through- all the hassle they struggle with trying to fix the messes they get themselves in. It’s like they’re all trying to put puzzle pieces together without ever seeing the picture. And she knows that that’s what she needs to do- that’s her job, she has to help them with their broken pieces.
Hey guys. So I really couldn’t get 5x15 out of my head and I really needed to vent. I can’t believe that this episode is what inspired me to write my first fanfic, but it’s a one-shot with Felicity saying everything. Everything.I hope you guys don’t mind me tagging some of you but I really need to see what you guys think! Thank you so much.
Tagging under the cut :)
“About that; I wanted to talk to you, about before” she said reluctantly.
She wanted him to know.
“About what?” Oliver says. A moment of silence follows and then, he takes a deep breath. “Susan.”
“Are you two..”
“Yeah. We’re okay. And I just wanted to say thanks.”
“No. I don’t need a thank you for something like that. It was partly my fault and Thea’s and it felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders. I should’ve fixed it before you even asked me. What I wanted to say was, I hope you don’t come to me with something like that again. It was a one-time thing.”
“I don’t understand Felicity. You don’t want me coming to you if I need help?”
“No, it’s not that. I’d just really like you to keep all your relationship problems to yourself. I really don’t want to be involved.”
“Why? Susan is my girlfriend and she got discredited when she didn’t deserve it. I can’t come to you with something like that? I trust her.”
“You trust her with that secret?” Suddenly, she chortles and understands everything.
“Never mind, forget I asked.” She realizes a stray tear escaped her eye and quickly turns away to wipe it away. She couldn’t look at him.
“Okay, what is going on Felicity?! You don’t approve of me and Susan? Is that what this is? You’re not the only one! Yes, I trust her and we’ve been doing great. I really care about her. She’s a reporter and yes we may have had problems, but we’re in a relationship. I had to give her the benefit of the doubt.”
At that, she snaps her eyes shut at the grief and mourning that electrified her body.
Wow. He would never understand. Did he not just realize what he just said? I guess he never would really understand what he did to me.
With the newfound resolve and the anger coursing through her, she turned around.
“And where was that trust when it came to me?” She snaps.
“No. This is where I talk and you listen. I’m saying it all and you will just listen. Do you know how broken I felt last year? You have a son. Did you think for one second that I would not support you? Or that I would tell the nearest psycho another one of your secrets? It was unbelievable. I thought I was having a nightmare. I felt embarrassed. And thrown aside. The worst part was, I was the only one that didn’t know. Thea, Laurel, John, who else. And me? When were you going to tell me? What was so wrong with me that you couldn’t tell me you had a son?” She wiped the tears pouring out relentlessly but still stood strong. She glanced from the floor to Oliver and saw him staring at her intently with red eyes.
“No. I’m not finished yet. We can’t just have love without trust. You never truly loved me-
”Don’t. Don’t for a second think that I didn’t love you. That I don’t-“
"Stop, Oliver. I’m still not done talking. I loved you with everything in me. Mind and soul. How do you think I felt when you lied by omission? I felt like an idiot. That day, when I left the ring and walked out, I just couldn’t stop hating myself. I thought we were it. But what you kept from me, it quite literally destroyed me. I tried to think like you and just theorize. What was it with me that you had to keep from me that you had a son? You met my dad. Was it one of those ‘like father, like daughter’ cliches? Or did I do something specifically that made you suspicious of the trust you had for me? I couldn’t find anything. I just accepted it. You don’t trust me. All of it was just a facade. You were in some kind of blind bliss with me and when reality hit, you pulled back. But, you just pulled back from me.
Then when I found Billy over the summer, I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. All of it was still there. What if he didn’t trust me like you didn’t? So I waited, and now, he’s gone too. And now, here we are. Oliver and Susan. Wouldn’t you feel utterly self-conscious if your ex-fiance trusts a woman he’s known for a few months with his alter ego and acts of vigilantism, but didn’t trust his soon-to-be wife with a secret that literally everyone else knows? I guess I can’t compare to her. Then again, I couldn’t compare to anyone. So, excuse me if I ask you to not flaunt your relationship to a person it didn’t work out with.
How great is it Oliver? I hope you don’t mind me asking. You clearly aren’t willing to let her go. You’d even go through the embarrassment I feel to get her back. I know I asked you to let me go, but seeing you fight for her, and then when I look back to see what you’ve done for me, I’m just speechless. I’m so very sorry I wasn’t the one. That summer, we were together every night. Fighting crime, with the rest of the team fighting their own battles. And not once did you give me a reason for why you didn’t trust me. And now, here you are, building trust with someone who tried to expose you as the Green Arrow and even admitted it! What did I ever do to break your trust in me?
I’m sorry. As morbid as it sounds, I don’t want to see you doing the right thing. Especially with her. Because then I just think, why couldn’t he trust me with that certainty? And I don’t have an answer.
shoutout to meera reed bc i would’ve fuckin ran for my life and left bran with the white walkers but homegirl carried bran through the snow while being chased by the got zombies even if that meant like a .000000000000000001% chance of survival and when the white walkers caught up to them, u know what she did she fucking shielded his body with hers so yep she is underappreciated queen and just wow i need friends like the reeds in my life
This is my wife. She has a beautiful name but you may refer to her only as Goddess. Whether you know it or not, she is the woman of your dreams. She is prim and proper, elegant and poised. She is a gourmet cook, a writer and an artist. She is beautiful, smart, creative, social, nerdy, sexy, funny, energetic, career minded, devoted, passionate… I could literally go on and on. And on top of all of these great qualities, she is a dirty, dirty whore. I don’t mean she sleeps with other men, we are 100% monogamous. But she is a very dirty girl. Now if you’re hung up on the generic, media driven Playboy body type then bookmark this page and come back when you “get it”. I was once like you but that’s a topic for another post. I think that Goddess and I have an amazing and rare relationship that transcends traditional definitions of marriage. And, like most marriages, the core of it resides in the bedroom. We started like a lot of couples. We fell in love and got married in our early twenties. We were engaged for a while and used that time to plan a grand church wedding. Also during this time my blushing bride to be followed the ranks of the legions of brides before her and began the diet and exercise routine. I’m not sure how much she lost but probably 30 or 40 pounds. To be honest the thought of her needing to loose a single pound had never crossed my mind. Curvaceously perfect the day I first day I ever saw her. Tall, curvy and stacked! On my wedding night I was a god on earth. My Goddess revealed her new white lingerie adorned body to me and wow! Just wow! Stunning, tight, toned and perfect 36 C’s. My tigress. THE picture of beauty. An opinion that has only gotten stronger with every passing day since. Our honeymoon lasted years. I was like a kid alone at the amusement park. All these rides and no waiting. I had spent half my life at that point chasing girls and now I had one of my own! A beautiful girl next door face and a Hollywood body. And she likes to fuck! So we did. A lot. In every position imaginable. We fucked in the shower, on the table, on the floor, in cars, tents, public reestrooms, our childhood bedrooms…. wet and hard? Lets fuck! In the beginning we didn’t talk about sex. When our parts tingled we rubbed them together. And it was good. Then we learned to talk , we evolved for over 20 and it’s better than we could have ever imagined. What works for us may not work for you. I’ll dig into in more detail in future posts. Basically, within the confines of reason, nothing is taboo. We openly share what and who makes us tingle. We share and live an imaginative fantasy life. We don’t have sex every day but we make love daily. We have foreplay for days at a time and fuck like animals often. Stay tuned for kinks and fantasies, characters & alter egos in upcoming posts. For now enjoy these pics of Goddess and think dirty thoughts.
1.) Joshua (Idk man I just have a feeling that this church boy is a full on boob guy like tbh he’s a presh child and would love a girl for her personality over her body but wOW I HAVE A NAGGING FEELING THAT HE JUST LOVES BOOBS OKAY)
2.) Vernon (Definitely another boob man! Idek how to describe these ones, lol. He just seems like he’d prefer a well sized chest or a well sized ass)
3.) Seungkwan (I can see him being a motor-boater sorrynotsorry)
4.) The8 (really enjoyed breasts but can appreciate a nice ass)
5.)DK (same as The8! He really thinks a big chest is attractive, but also likes a lil junk in the trunk ohlordsomeonestopme)
6.) Jeonghan (he loves boobs but only slightly more than he loves a nice ass. I can picture Jeonghan being a body worshiper, so really you can never go wrong)
7.) S.Coups (he’s the kinda guy who just loves both ass and tits equally tbh he will never be able to choose one or the other)
8.) Woozi (likes breasts but leans ever so slightly more towards ass)
9.) Mingyu (similar to Woozi in the sense that yes obviously he enjoys breasts but finds a plump butt more attractive than a sizable chest)
10.) Hoshi (leans more towards ass but still likes boobs obviously)
11.) Jun (def an ass man I mean really NONE of these guys are gonna look at a pair of breasts and be like ‘nah’ but it just so happens some like Jun would prepare to look at an ass)
12.) Wonwoo (Imagine you’re having a “quick” make out sesh with this puppy and his big hands slowly slide from your back to your butt where he squeezes it and groans into your mouth yeah that happens aLL THE TIME WITH HIM)
13.) Dino (A S S M A N)
MY MOM WANTS TO BUY ME A SANS BODY PILLOW AND I JUST- ...I'm going to let her.
wow, YES FOR MY SAKE, PLEASE LET HER BUY IT FOR YOU. wat a cool mum.
my headcanon is that she secretly likes sans but is too embarrassed to admit, so she’s buying it “FOR YOU!” At night when you’re asleep, she’ll go into your room, limb by limb detach your body from the pillow, take it back to her bedroom and hold it tight whilst watching late night talk shows and seinfeld. at least now you’ll know where those mysterious wine stains are coming from.
A few days ago, I messaged a girl I had just matched with. Her profile mentioned looking for a FWB and her pictures clearly insinuated the same. Now, whenever a girl is this forward, I’m a bit cautious, and this girl was VERY attractive in her profile, so I was even more cautious than usual, as women are seldom this forward on tinder.
My bio mentions a joke about just wanting to see me naked, which she slyly said she did, and in turn I got her number. I added her on snapchat by phone number, but she said she didn’t have snapchat installed anymore, and asked if through text was okay. Big red flag number one, but me, thinking with my penis as I so often do, says that’s fine and ask her if she’s okay with it as well. I don’t hear from her, and eventually I end up going out to a club with friends that night.
Oliver kicked the front door shut and pushed Felicity against it, sucking on her neck as he ran his hands down her legs. His fingers splayed against her backside and he lifted her up, pushing his hips against hers and bumping into the door in a frantic rhythm.
They were here, finally. Together. No more death and fear and promises made to the League of Assassins. Just Oliver and Felicity alone in her townhouse. Free and unencumbered.
She ran her hands down Oliver’s back, reaching under the hem of his shirt and scratching her nails up his shoulder blades as she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. He groaned at the sensations, suddenly turning and carrying her to the bedroom.
Little sisters best friends for the growing up day? Can't remember which day it is tho😬
Oh, Shauna, I have HAD SO MUCH JOY READING ALL YOUR DRABBLES THIS WEEK!!!!! EEEE, I mean, I love them all the time, but extra this week because I have the time to sit down and actually read them. I hope you enjoy this! There will be another two or three parts, I think, (because I love the growing up trope, but I was like so stuck on what to write so thank you for the prompt!!!).
Without further ado, or more ramblings from me, a day 15 drabble for y’all.
When Klaus had been ten-years-old, his family had moved from their large family estate in country England to an even larger estate in country Virginia.
It was only their second day at their new school that Klaus’ six-year-old sister, Rebekah, excitedly came home clinging to the hand of her new ‘best friend’.
“HI! I’m Caroline! My mommy’s a police officer!” had been the first thing the little blonde girl had said to Klaus.
Klaus had grunted at her in response, saying nothing, but Caroline had not noticed, because at that moment, Kol had charged up to her and introduced himself as the ‘fun’ brother. Caroline had giggled and scampered off with Kol to find Rebekah.
The two girls had giggled and screamed as Kol delightedly chased them around the house in his pirate costume.
Both fifteen-year-old Finn and thirteen-year-old Elijah had smiled good-naturedly; glad his siblings were fitting in easily.
But not Klaus; he had just been annoyed.
Caroline was just as bad as his sister; loud, bossy, boisterous, excitable, talkative, but he didn’t have to tolerate to Caroline the way he did with Rebekah.
The girls would spend hours everyday after school shrieking and playing their little girl games, and all Klaus wanted to do was draw in peace.
When Klaus had been eleven, Caroline had spent the entire summer holidays at the Mikaelson’s house, oscillating between playing princess and dress up games with Rebekah, pirates with Kol, and tea parties with Elijah and Finn – who begrudgingly participated because – no one could say no to the ultimate guilt-trip-combo of Rebekah and Caroline.
No one. Except Klaus. Who just ignored them whenever they tried to get him to play.
He always felt the slightest twinge of guilt as he saw the girls’ heartbroken eyes whenever he banished them from his space, but it didn’t sting enough to make him change his behaviour.
At twelve, Klaus had to endure eight-year-old Caroline and Rebekah as they practiced endlessly for their school’s end of year play, where the two girls were to depict Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
They practised for hours on end, trying to get their characters just perfect and hijacking any and every one of Rebekah’s siblings to speak the parts of the Walrus and the Carpenter.
When the opening night came, all the Mikaelsons attended, and, as the girls came out for their bows at the end, no one was cheered louder.
While Klaus hadn’t enjoyed their endless rehearsals, and he was sure he knew their lines better than they did, he was secretly happy to watch his little sister and her best friend with so much joy on their little faces.
On Klaus’ thirteenth birthday, he was slightly put out when Rebekah came home without Caroline.
Caroline had become so constant in their household that it felt odd to not have her around, even if she was annoying as all hell, and twice as loud as Rebekah and Kol put together.
“Where’s your other half, squirt,” Klaus asked Rebekah, ruffling her hair.
“Caroline went to her house tonight, because it’s your birthday,” Rebekah replied.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, she thought you might like some peace and quiet. I tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted, even if her mum’s not going to be home for a long time. She knows you don’t like her being around all the time.”
With that, Rebekah scuttled off to her bedroom to get changed out of her school clothes.
Klaus never considered Caroline going home to an empty house, but as he thought about it, he guessed she must.
When Klaus was fourteen, Caroline didn’t come over nearly as much, as she and Rebekah had started doing all sorts of afterschool programs, like junior cheerleading, choir, and soccer, amongst other things. The girls had even become the founding members of the Mystic Falls Beautification Society.
This didn’t bother Klaus in the slightest, as it meant he could bring over friends – namely girls – and not have to worry about the looks of disgust and snide comments he would otherwise have got from them.
It also meant he could focus on his art without the shrill voices of two over excited ten year olds all the time.
But deep, deep, down, Klaus was a tiny bit lonely without them.
At fifteen, Klaus found out that Mikael wasn’t really his father. It was the last piece of the puzzle which explained why Mikael had always been much more harsh on him than his siblings.
It hurt him knowing that Mikael didn’t love him.
A few days after he learnt the news, he heard a soft tap at his door.
“Go away,” he bit out, gruffly, definitely not in a talking mood, as he had a few stray tears running down his face.
He heard the door open anyway after a moment. He roughly brushed at his eyes, and was met with a nervous looking Caroline.
“Hey, Nik,” she said, softly.
Klaus was sure this was the most subdued he’d ever seen the little girl.
“What do you want, Caroline?” he asked, rudely.
“I just wanted to say,” she took a deep breath before saying in a rush. “I’m sorry about your dad. I know it sucks.”
Klaus, who was hurting beyond belief, got up and walked a little threateningly over to the eleven year old.
“What could you possibly know of my pain? You’re just a kid,” he growled.
To her credit, Caroline stood her ground, even if she was more than a foot shorter than him.
“You’re just a kid too,” she said, neutrally, big blue eyes boring into his.
She turned to go, but as her hand was on the door handle she looked back at him and said, “I do get it. My dad left when I was six, Nik. And though he told me he’d come back all the time, he never did.”
With that she was gone, and Klaus was left thinking about how similar they were, even if she was just his kid sister’s best friend.
When Klaus was sixteen, he did not have any time for two rowdy twelve year olds. All he wanted to do was be with his friends, and girlfriend or be left alone with his paints and sketchpad.
But did anyone understand his need to be left to his own devices? No. His mother consistently made him babysit Caroline and Rebekah while she was working, which seriously cramped his style.
While the girls still heavily participated in all the extra curricular activities they had the previous year, they would still spend a fair amount of time needing minding at the mansion.
One evening, Klaus had been sure he locked the door to the living room, but, low and behold, in burst Caroline, right as he was getting passionate on the couch with Tatia.
The three awkwardly stared around at each other, Caroline looked mortified, Tatia looking a little irked, and Klaus looking furious.
After a few more moments, Tatia shrugged her cardigan back on and disentangled herself from him.
“Look, Klaus,” she said, as she got up from the couch. “I better get going. My parents will be wondering where I am. See you tomorrow.”
As the beautiful brunette left, she left a frustrated Klaus and a terrified Caroline in her wake.
It was the first day Klaus lost his temper with her.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING BARGING IN WITHOUT KNOCKING, CAROLINE?” He yelled.
“I just… I didn’t mean…” Caroline stammered. “I didn’t hear anyone in here… Rebekah and I were playing hide and seek.”
“I don’t care!” he roared. “You charge in and out of the house like you own it. But you don’t! You don’t even live here!”
“I’m sorry,” the little girl mumbled, tears filling her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
Caroline turned on her heel and dashed from the room, and all Klaus could hear was continued cries of ‘I’m sorry’.
He had never felt more unkind than he did in that moment.
Caroline hardly spoke to him the entire time he was seventeen.
He tried to engage her in conversation, tried to make her laugh, tried to make up for the tremendous jerk he had been the previous year.
But if there was one thing Caroline was, it was stubborn. And she did not waste her time on people who treated her like she was nothing.
Klaus didn’t know why it upset him so much, that Caroline refused to talk to him. But it did.
When Klaus was eighteen, he thought he could do no wrong. His grades were high, he was on a fast track to get into a top art college the next year, his girlfriend was wonderful, and his friends were too.
But, half way through the year, Tatia dumped him, spectacularly, in front of a large number of people. It left him hurt, broken hearted and alone.
He couldn’t even take solace in the fact that at least his family would be around, as they were all taking a trip to visit Finn for his graduation from college. Klaus had opted out of the trip because he had to study, but now he just wished he’d gone.
His first Friday night as a single man, Klaus was flopped on the couch, so completely lost in his own thoughts that he never heard the door creak open.
“Hey,” a small voice offered.
Klaus whipped around to see the messy blonde head of fourteen-year-old Caroline.
Klaus smiled softly, she was adorable really. She had unruly curls, which she hadn’t quite worked out how to tame yet. She had braces and glasses, and was a little bit spotty. She had arms and legs that were too long for her body, which made her clumsy as all hell.
But it was just… Caroline.
“Wow, she speaks,” he said, sardonically. “I didn’t think you like me anymore.”
Caroline scoffed and rolled her eyes, in a scarily similar way to Rebekah.
“I don’t know why I came here,” she huffed, as she made her way back to the door.
“Caroline,” Klaus called. “What were you after?”
She turned back towards him slowly, a calculating look on her face.
“I heard about what happened with Tatia,” she said, her voice quiet. “And I knew your family was away. And I thought you might like some company. And my mom’s away too… I don’t like being in my house alone.”
Klaus’ broken heart seemed to warm a little, as he looked upon the awkward, but incredibly kind girl in front of him.
“Would you like to watch a movie?” he asked.
They watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, hardly speaking, but sitting in companionable silence, each just happy that they didn’t have to be alone.
“Thanks for checking up on me,” Klaus said, awkwardly as Caroline got up to leave. He wasn’t really sure what the protocol was for hanging with your kid sister’s best friend. “Do you… ah… need a lift home?”
Caroline laughed, and the sound was beautiful to Klaus’ ears for some reason; Caroline’s laugh always seemed more real than other girls.
“Nik, I’ve been walking to and from here to my house since I was six. I think I can manage. Why do you think I’m here so often?” Caroline chuckled again and pulled open the front door. “Hope you feel better. Catchya later.”
Klaus watched her as she padded softly down the driveway, a strange sadness filling him as she left.
Throughout his nineteenth year, Klaus hardly spared Mystic Falls, or his family, a second thought.
His first year in college was amazing, and he met so many incredible new people and learnt so much.
He went home for barely a week over the year. And he wasn’t sad in the slightest.
There was hardly anything in that town that appealed to him.
Just after Klaus turned twenty, it was the beginning of summer holidays, and Rebekah had enlisted him as her designated summer driver. Rebekah would be going on exchange for a whole year and needed to have the perfect vacation with Caroline before she left.
When he rolled into town, and found both Rebekah and Caroline sunbathing on deck chairs in the backyard, Klaus nearly did a double take.
Klaus could hardly believe that they were sixteen;they’d both certainly grown in his absence.
“Nik!” both girls chorused.
“To the lake!” Caroline called, scooping up her bag, before clambering into his car.
“What?” he said, bemusedly, still slightly shocked that Caroline Forbes no longer had braces and unruly curls.
“The lake, Nik! That’s our first stop!” Rebekah said, exasperatedly. “Come on! The summer isn’t going to wait for us!”
And it didn’t.
The summer went by in a flash of laughter, adventures and the sweet sorrow that comes with looming separation. They travelled all across Virginia chasing their perfect vacation trying to cram in every activity they could think of; from archery to zumba. Every now and then Kol would tag along, but like Rebekah, he was going on exchange that year and spent most of his time with his friends.
Klaus, on the other hand, had been dragged on every leg of the trip. Although, he did enjoy being around the two girls again. It had been too long since he’d got to experience the shenanigans of Rebekah and Caroline who were as excitable at the age of sixteen as they were at the age of six.
The last stop on their summer holiday adventure was the Richmond International Airport, on Rebekah’s last day in the country.
“I’m going to miss you,” Caroline mumbled, a little emotionally, into Rebekah’s neck.
“I’m going to miss you too.”
“Make sure you call,” Caroline demanded.
“Yes, she gets the picture!” Klaus groaned, abruptly cutting Caroline’s list short. “Rebekah, keep in contact with Caroline.”
“I’m surprised you even remember my name,” Caroline fired at him, raising her eyebrows. “You’ve not used it all summer! I’ve just been sweetheart, or love, like some regular after school special.”
“I couldn’t never forget you, Caroline,” Klaus said, a teasing lilt to his voice, but also a note of utter truth.
“Excuse me for thinking you’d become too cool at college for your baby sister’s best friend.”
Klaus chuckled at her, sardonically, his eyes locking with hers.
“Do you really think that low of me?” he asked, a slight cheeky smirk gracing his lips.
But Caroline was saved the task of answering as Rebekah interrupted brashly.
“If you’re done flirting with my best friend, Nik, I’d like your attention back to me. Seeing as I’m the one who is leaving for a year.”
Klaus’ eye contact with Caroline broke, but not before he could throw her another smirk, and a tiny wink. Although, Klaus wasn’t quite sure why he was flirting with Caroline.
It was Caroline…
“I’m sorry, Bekah,” he said, enveloping her with his arms. “It’ll certainly be a quiet year without you two running around. Maybe I’ll actually come home more if I can be guaranteed peace.”
“That’d be right,” Rebekah groaned.
Klaus smiled softly at his sister, before turning to Caroline to ask, “Could you give us a minute?”
“Sure,” she said, scuttling out of earshot.
As Caroline watched the two siblings together, her eyes filled with a few stubborn tears.
She had very little family. And the Mikaelsons, however dysfunctional they were, were pretty much her family.
And now that family was going to be taken from her too, for a whole year. She would be back to only having a workaholic mother, who sometimes stayed at the station for days at a time, and an absentee father who lived in another state.
Klaus and Rebekah exchanged a few more words before they broke their hug and Caroline tried to get a hold of herself.
“Oh come on, Caroline,” Rebekah complained, noticing the wetness of Caroline’s eyes. “It’s not like I’m never going to see you again.”
“I know,” Caroline said, trying to keep her voice steady. “But I will miss you. And laughing with you. ”
“And I’ll miss hanging with you. Especially when I have to go home to an empty house everyday after school.”
“It won’t be that bad,” Rebekah proposed, kindly. “You can have Elena all to yourself.” Caroline grimaced at Rebekah’s joke. “And you can keep Nik company whenever he’s home.”
“She will not!” Klaus said, teasingly. “I meant what I said about finally having a peaceful year at home!”
Caroline smiled at her friend, but before she could offer any rebuttal to Klaus’ statement or anymore mushy goodbyes, Rebekah’s flight was called, and the Mikaelson girl squealed excitedly, scooped up her bag, and scampered to the gate.
She waved to Caroline and Klaus as she passed through the barrier, but then was out of sight. Caroline fought the tears a little longer, before giving in and letting them fall.
She attempted to stifle her sniffles, not wanting Klaus to notice how emotional she’d become.
As Klaus turned to go, he caught sight of the tears silently falling down Caroline’s face.
“Hey,” he said, softly. “She’ll be okay.”
“You’ll be okay too,” he whispered, putting an arm gently around her and giving her a little squeeze. He rested the top of his chin on her head, and they just stood there for a few moments.
Caroline had never been that close to him before, but she would be lying if she said it wasn’t nice. Especially seeing as he usually reserved his tender side only for Rebekah.
And that, more than anything, was what made her feel better.
“Thank you,” she breathed, into his neck.
The ghost of Caroline’s words brushed his soft skin, and he almost shuddered, trying to decipher what he was feeling.
“No problem, sweetheart,” he whispered, as he began walking back to his car, arm still around her shoulders. “Let’s get you home.”
I’m not 100% sure if it’s that great, and I’m sorry if not… but I had fun writing it I guess. :) HAVE HAPPY DAYS MY PRETTIES!!
So today actually happened feels like a dream still recovering. Let’s get started shall we so after waiting in line for our tickets me along with ( megananomous ) are greeted by Papa Chmerkovskiy 😍 and we spot Z’s dad, they had trouble locating my ticket Papa c made it priority to find it. Take our seats in hindsight would’ve taken pics/vid had I known they weren’t really checking would’ve had a close up view either way thankful to the bad butts that did get footage. Act 1 Tony and Elena were great , worked the stage, fun and sassy, not much else on them but during their last performance I spy Val off to the side of the stage dancing a lil and hooting and hollering being Val :). Also a lil break dancing by Tony and 80’s themed dance battle with Alex. Now off to my favorite part the reason were all dead lol, starts off with all the boys in a video where that hat made a lil cameo 😮 but very short ,moving along Val comes out Speaks in Russian, Raps about life and how important fam is + accent= Hot 🔥. So the guys start off their Hip Hop dance along with Nicole they rocked it. Up next that Hot, flirty, sassy, Salsa by Yours truly ( Z/V ) I’m sure everyone has seen by now it was everything and more that salsa was full on hotness, beyond words I couldn’t believe I was watching that like ,wow. Then they dance jive what a pleasant surprise but so great to see in person. Next they dance to Putcha body down and Treasure it was just amazing they were so flirty yet again just in aww of it all, right after treasure finishes they walk off stage and I notice off to the side of the stage Val is dancing but like flirty he points across at whoever was opposite him which I figured out was Z when they came back out to do a few steps in the number all I could do was smh cause it was just too much. Last section is Maks and Peta , he walks through the audience stops directly infront😍 of me before going onstage he and Peta were amazing her body is just wow, Maks no shirt yess they danced a passionate Rumba and Paso , i loved the kick and slap part lol. Lastly they all come back out for the final dance the obvious idiots were attached at the hip again all in all amazing show I was blown away so much incredible talent. Meet and Greet was the best I got to get a selfie with everyone but Tony 😔 but that’s okay. A lot of people were stealing Z away and her father tells us you gotta be more aggressive lol he was nice def not how he may come across on twitter. Also spoke to Clair she was very nice too. Z was so sweet and she touched my phone I had I accidentally had on video so she fixes it before taking the selfie, she’s tall but she appears to be taller on tv, granted I was wearing heels so that maybe why. Next Val took my phone and took our selfies three all together I barely held myself together, Alex he put his hand on my shoulder ahh I spoke to him a lil he took our selfies too, Maks is so tall only one I felt short he grabbed my waist t spin us around to take our pics because we were getting a glare from the sun. Lastly got pics with Nicole, Peta, and Elena all were very nice as well. So m+g ends we go outside to wait for my sis to come she was late usually I’d be pissed I was at 1st until these lovely human beings Alex, Val, Z, and Maks decided to hang out outside they were getting some pics taken walked past Meg and I several times they said hey the first time and Val smiled 😍thought the photographer would’ve told us to move but he didn’t so the best photobomb ever was made apparently my face was priceless staring at Alex , I mean who wouldn’t I know we appear calm but we didn’t really have a choice didn’t want to mess up their pics also had already met them inside so it wasn’t as bad as it being the first time meeting them would’ve def freaked out. After taking all four of them they split up V/Z walk across the street infront of the Dunkin donuts they talked for a few mins and got some pics taken as Kaz watched from across the street before joining them a few mins later I was surprised he didn’t go over immediately tbh,they go inside Val being the gentleman he is holds the door open for her…Awww cute, after they all return inside we finally get picked up lol. This will be a day I never forget it was more than I ever expected it to be Sway was amazing beyond words they really should think about touring I’d be at every show possible. As far as Z/V go if you still believe it’s only bro/sis after that you go right ahead my eyes saw different they are drawn to one another an undeniable chemistry they both share, best day of my life still can’t believe it’s real felt like a dream I think I got it all…love y'all enjoy..