Summary: “Baby, we’re in your parents’ kitchen.” You muttered, squeaking softly, trying to push his arm away with both of your hands, but he just kept pressing those fingers into your core. “That’s what makes it so naughty.” He whispered against your neck before his mouth wound up back against yours.
Jensen tiredly drudges up the stairs in his Malibu home, grumpy as all hell. He just lost $2,000 at a poker game and it’s safe to say that he’s ripshit.
Although he’s not concerned about actually losing the money, being a successful movie director has set his ass up for life.
It’s just the fact that he lost. He’s a competitive fucker, always has been and always will be. It’s in his DNA.
And to add fuel to the fire, his friends refused to give him another chance to win back his money. Claiming it’s too late and they needed to call it a night. It’s only midnight for Christ’s sake. Old bastards.
Disclaimer: Other Kpop artist/Fictional Characters are portrayed in this, this is not an accurate representation of their personality so please do NOTget offended.
Word Count: 9.9k+
Description: After a two-year breakup with Yoongi, you suddenly run into him again at your boyfriend’s party. Drunk and alone, Yoongi passes out on you, and you convince Jiwon (your boyfiend) to let Yoongi stay over for the night without telling him about your history. Jiwon, who invited Yoongi as a business colleague, is willing. But little does he know that it will wreck havoc on your relationship. (Takes place the morning after this happens.)
Request: “Hey could you do a daddy kink with Yoongi, please?”
A/N: You probably expected this to be a hot smut without any emotional roller coasters at all, didn’t you? Title is actually a song by Lyves that I listened to while writing the reader opening Yoongi’s present scene.- Admin Baby
Title: Good Pairing: Jungkook + Reader Plot: Giving Jungkook, heir to the Jeon Empire, the ‘best orgasm of his life’ (and him paying you back ofc he isn’t evil) Warning: Oral, Jungkook gets blown in front of his dad who doesn’t realise, swearing, petnames, gang au, disapproving dad A/N: Not requested but controlled by my Jungkook thirst
Anonymous requested: Hwarang AU + Royalty/Servant AU Pairing: Taehyung | Reader Genre: Angst/Fluff; Royalty AU + Soulmate AU (in which you know they’re your soulmate when you touch them for the first time + share extreme physical sensation after you meet) Word Count: 5,930 Author’s Note: The original request… did not call for a Soulmate AU but I thought to myself hey what would make this more interesting and 10x more painful and thus, this concept was born. I actually got around to watching some of Hwarang before writing this, so I feel a little more qualified for this—but you don’t need to have previous knowledge of the show before reading this. Thank you @cheymint for dealing with my initial worry over the world building, I hope this satisfies!
Summary: Kim Taehyung is expected to spend the rest of his life within the company of nobility after joining the ranks of the kingdom’s newest royal guard. He anticipates alot of new experiences, new people… but the spark of a touch more powerful than anything before in his life is definitely not one of them—from the shadows of maids and housekeepers nonetheless.
The morning greeting comes has it always does within the household: a pounding fist against his headboard as the blanket is ripped off Taehyung’s body. His natural instinct is always the same, which is to curl in upon himself as he lets out the faintest groan of dissatisfaction. “Must you always do that hyung?” The boy inquires, barely offering a side glance to the culprit of his current state of further exhaustion.
Standing above him with the edges of the blanket curled up underneath fingers, Kim Namjoon grins wickedly, already dressed in his robes for the morning lessons. “You know that without me, you’d be late to all your lessons. So step on it. Or do I have to call in Hoseok to help—?”
“No, no, it’s fine. I’m up,” Taehyung interjects, internally cringing at the thought of Hoseok being called in for assistance in trying to get him out of bed. The boy may have been older than both himself and Namjoon, but more often than not had the tendency to act like a child and Taehyung did not wish to start the day with Hoseok jumping on his bed.
Namjoon laughs at that, throwing the blanket off to the side. “Hurry up alright? You know Master Wooreuk won’t be happy to see you late again.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Taehyung dismisses with a wave, sliding to the front of the bed just as Namjoon slides open the door separating the bedroom with the long hallway before his footsteps become the only thing he can hear along the Hwarang household. With a grunt, Taehyung straightens up, laying out his robes for the morning lesson as he gets to work dressing.
Your weaknesses are the portal to your strengths. NO ONE WHO’S EVER BEEN STRONG, WAS BORN THAT WAY. you become strong by fighting that person you HATE that resides within you. The one that holds you back. The one responsible for your self sabotage. In order to rebuild yourself into the warrior that YOU are meant to be, you must DESTROY yourself over, and over, and fuckin over until there is NOTHING LEFT TO DESTROY ANYMORE. Only then can you upcycle the remains and recreate yourself into your higher self. The version of you that doesn’t need a fuckin sky daddy or a fuckin professional crowd panderer…. I mean president, to tell you wtf is wrong or right because you have INTEGRITY. The you that DOESN’T need a fuckin girlfriend or fuckin boyfriend to validate your fuckin worth because everyone’s opinion of you is WORTHLESS. The artistic version of you that is passionately perfecting your abilities regardless of how “good” anyone thinks you are at them. The version of yourself that you keep locked away from your vocal cords, tied up and kept in “shut the fuck up” mode that isn’t scared to tell people what the fuck you’re actually thinking instead of what you think that they want to hear and does exactly what the fuck you want to do instead of what you think your parents, your friends, your fuckin lover or any mothafuckin one else wants you to do. THE REAL YOU. That fucker right there, im tryin to rip that fucker out of you with my words right now cuz I’ll roll hard with that fucker. We need more people like the person that is locked up inside of you. Destroy, examine, remember, reconnect, rebuild. This is the essence of living a life in devotion to a life of CONTROLLED CHAOS. To live in the predatory pursuit of coalescence with your ultimate self by harnessing the VICIOUS cycle of SELF IMPROVEMENT AND SELF DESTRUCTION. This is not the only way to unlock yourself tho, there are many. This is what works for me because I developed it through a life of chaos that I have to control. Try my method, or don’t and find your own. Either fuckin way, I am personally setting you up with this as your mission and providing you with a means to AT LEAST get you started. FINALLY. don’t you think its time to stop letting your unjustified self doubt fueled anxiety keep fuckin crippling your mood, actions, and words yet? I ALREADY KNOW THAT THE REAL YOU, YOUR HIGHER SELF, WANTS NOTHING MORE THAN EVER. So hurry the fuck up. You have to BECOME the CHANGE you want to see in the world in order to enact the changes that ALL our hearts and minds desire. It will take a LOT of time, energy and suffering to accomplish this, but once you let yourself out it’s like unleashing the ultimate predator amongst SHEEP.
Request: Can you do one where the reader is the number one crime boss/villain and Jerome admires her so much that he follows them around until he gets caught. Maybe they become partners, he gets jealous and stuff, and it has a pretty happy ending.
“Move it into the van boys! Don’t leave a dime!” I laugh as my henchmen load the bags of money. “Ohh this is gonna make me the richest woman on the planet!” I say joyfully spinning around.
“Hey boss! We got company! We got to hurry up!” I turn my attention to the banks to see them being scoped up and down by the GCPD. “I’ve got this boys. Just get the bags in there and don’t leave me like last time. If that’s done then you’ll all be dead! Understand?” “Yes ma'am!” They yell in attention.
I smile and stroll into the bank making my presence know to the cops. “Hello hello hello! How ya doing boys? Good I hope! Harvey! How’s the drinking problem? John! The kids doing good? Mollys rash ever clear up? That thing was nasty! Ah and Jimbo! How’s the air in your big fat head? Still clean I hope!” I giggle walking along the counter tops making fun.
I walk to the indoor flag pole and look up to see the open sky light. “Enough of your chit chat!” “Aww! But I was getting to the good part! Ya see. My self esteem has been kinda low lately. So I was wondering if I could show you guys a magic trick. You know the saying what goes up must always come down? Well how about what is down must go up? Any takers? No? Well fine I guess I’ll test it!” I kick the latch of the pole ties and it flings me up into the air to where I’m flying out of the sky light. “See ya around dumbass’!” I laugh as I exit through the roof.
I hop onto the top of the van and hit it twice. “Go you idiots!” They drive at 90 mph to my place and as soon as we get there they start unloading the bags into the room matching the others.
“Drink m’lady?” My butler asks as I enter the door. I smile at him and take the blue drink. “Thank you David. Any news for today?” I ask as I go to the living room. “Crime rates are as high as ever thanks to you miss. Fan basis is at it’s highest. Little girls are wanting to buy anything related to you!” I smile and look out the big window to Gotham. “Wonderful! Get Samantha for me will you?” “Yes miss.”
In seconds my maid comes running in. “Yes miss?” “Care to run me a bath? Crystals, and lavender soap as always.” I say sipping my drink. “Yes of course m’lady.” She bows to me and scurried off to the bathroom.
“Your bath is drawn m’lady.” I wave my hand away and make my way up to the large scale bathroom. The tub itself can fit 4. I strip myself of my clothes and sink into the relaxing water filled with soap and moisturizers.
My personal line begins to ring bringing my attention away from my thoughts. “Hello?” I ask into the old fashioned telephone. “Darling! It’s so good to hear your voice!” “Mom. Hey how are you?” I ask with a smile on my face. “Oh just find. Yourself?” “Just fine.” My mother scoffs into the phone. “What?” “Just fine? Come on darling! No drama? Men? Nothing?” “Mom. We’ve discussed this. I’m far to busy with business.” “Oh don’t play that game! A beautiful 17 year old woman like you is a the top of the world right now! You can have some fun!” “Business is fun.” “But doing business alone isn’t. Don’t you want to share that with someone?”
I sigh into the phone and sink further into the water. “Fine. Yes it’d be nice to have someone along, but I’ve tried the whole partner thing. It didn’t work! He was to slow! Couldn’t keep up. I need someone exciting! Someone to make me laugh, but still keep success rates at high!”
My mother laughs into the phone. “You sound so much like your father. Do me a favor darling. Put on a sexy dress, go to a club, and meet a man. Plenty will show if they hear the most feared woman in Gotham is coming. They’ll be trying to impress you left and right! Promise me you’ll give it a shot?” I sigh and smile. “Yes mother.” “Good baby! Call me tomorrow love! Goodnight!” “Goodnight mom.”
I hang up the phone and ring the bell for Samantha to enter. “Yes m’lady?” “Lay out a dress along with pumps, call a driver, and make sure the owner of Flaims knows I’m coming to have a fun night.” “Fantastic choice! I’ll be right on it!”
I step out of the tub and wrap a towel around myself drying my body. I walk into my room to see my favorite dress set out. “Oh Samantha how you read me well.” I drop the towel and get into my makeup and hair. A nice clean sexy eye with a simple puff to my lush (h/c) hair ties it all together.
I walk down to the door and David opens it for me. “Shall I stay awake to let you in?” “You know what? No. Have the rest of the night off! You too Samantha! I’ll see you both here tomorrow morning!” “Of course! Shall I make breakfast for two?” David says with a smirk. “We shall see.” I say skipping out and into the car.
I arrive at the club to see the best types of people there. The crazy ones. I step out of the car and immediately get howled at. “Hey baby! Wanna test me out? I can make a good girl into a bad bitch!” I roll my eyes and continue my way inside.
I see many cute men scattered about but non that immediately catch my eye. I’m not going to work for them. They’re going to come to me. That’s what mom always taught me.
I order my favorite drink and scroll through my phone enjoying the night out. “Well well well. Lookie here! Never thought I’d see you in the flesh.” I removed my eyes from my screen to see a well known criminal. “Do my eyes deceive me or is it Jerome Valeska?”
The red head leans up against the booth with a stretched out smile. “So you’ve heard of me?” “Well a new rising villain appears and we all want to know more. Have to keep tabs on you. Been out of the limelight for a while now.” “Well ya know. Been dead for about a year. No big deal.” I laugh and scoot for him to join me.
He can make me laugh
We talk for hours, laugh for hours, he had me smiling for hours.
“I’ve got to say. I’m a big fan. My favorite crime scene is when you hung your victim from the center of the hotel. Burnt fingerprints and face! DNA unrecognizable! Never figured out who the victim was.” I place my hand over my head. “Aww Jerome! That’s so sweet! No one’s ever kept up with a case like that before! Well except for those cops. Care to know who it was?” He leans in dazzled. “A bartender who got my drink wrong.” I shrug. “Fantastic! It’s all just fun and games anyway! If they don’t play by the rules they shouldn’t have been in the game to begin with!” “Exactly!”
I laugh and look at the time. “Past your bedtime princess?” I smirk at him and lean into him feeling the full effects of the alcohol take over. “No. Usually it’s time for someone to help me wake up. If you understand what I mean.” I smirk and toy with his fingers.
“Ohh any choices yet? Will I have to fight my way through them to get my shot?” I move my fingers to his shirt and pop one of the buttons open. “I think you have a pretty good shot already.” I smirk and stand up walking and swishing my hips for his pleasure. “Then what are we waiting for hm?” He growls in my ear biting it lightly.
Jerome opens my door for me and lets me in. My driver says no words but does raise the black window for some privacy.
I bring my lips to his in a rush for lust and passion. “Oh you’re bad.” He breathes and run his hand down my body to between my legs. “Make me worse.” I moan into his lips.
Jerome pushes my panties to the side and pushes one finger inside my pussy swerling my insides to make my body rock. “Someone’s wet babydoll. Care to tell me who that’s for?” Jerome asks adding another finger and pushing them in and out. “You’ve got to earn me screaming your name. Do that and you can do whatever you want.” I moan as he pumps his fingers faster.
I toss my head back moaning out. Jerome then attaches his lips to my neck sucking a visible mark. “Marking what’s mine.” I laugh and straddle him. “You’ve got to take it first.” I say out of breath.
The car stops and the driver lowers the black window. “We have arrived m’lady.” Jerome smiles and opens the door for me grabbing my ass as I get out. “Hm about time.” He says gripping my body in lust.
We quickly open the door and waste no time rushing to the bedroom. Jerome closes the door with me against it and strips me of my dress. “Oh a true beauty below the soft cloth you are!” He moans. I strip him of his shirt and pants and he attacks my lips the moment we’re both rid of clothing.
He lifts me against the door and rubs the tip of his cock up and down my slit coating himself with my juices.
He pushes in making my head hit the door in pleasure. “You’re so tight doll.” Jerome thrusts up into me causing me so much pleasure. He moved us to the bed and flips me over to my stomach.
He pushes himself back into my tight cunt and pounds me harder. “What’s my name doll? Scream it! Who’s filling your tight pussy?” Jerome grips my hair in a ponytail and pulls it back making my mouth open and loud moans to come out. “Jerome! Oh my god!” I scream and cum without warning. “That’s it baby!” He says and fills me up. He pulls out of me and rubs his hands up my back to my shoulders.
Jerome sets me on the bed and covers me up along with himself beside me. He brings me to his chest and kisses my head. “I have a proposal.” I say looking at him. “Hm I know I’m great but we just met doll face.” “Oh hush you big dumby! What I mean is be my partner in crime!” “King and Queen of Gotham.” He smirks at the thought rolling through his mind. “Seal the deal with a kiss.” I say with bright eyes. “Gladly baby.” He kisses me and kisses down my neck to make another mark. “Mine. My queen.”
dan and phil play keep talking and nobody explodes: a summary
hoodie!phil i am immediately enthralled and this video isn’t even a second in yet
“you da bomb of our lives”
they keep clothes fans give them which is nice shoutout to that lucky son of a gun
phil is insistent on everyone seeing speed
supportive boyf dan has his back
dan nudged phil’s arm in a bro-esque manner
they mentioned escape rooms finally i can relate as i have now been to one too
“i think we’re a lot nerdier than we think” why do they think we refer to them as nerds all the time
“rest in peace environment” / “fuck you trees”
“i’ll punch you if you look at this” going to provide no context there have fun
“DAD…. playing halo with me” nice save dan
the wholesome howell blanket is always on hand
“they’ll see if we do a single glance…”
how is dan going to go a whole extra seventeen minutes without glancing at phil i think he’s going to implode
they already did the tutorial but didn’t show us yet phil can’t remember the title of the game wow rip nerd!phil fic trope
“this is going to be a mistake”
“i can’t speak if i’m under some kind of situation” mister english degree back again
phil spinning dan around with those sweet sweet seconds of skin to skin contact (hand to arm)
also lowkey hand porn
look at his hands
the curly hair and shaved sides from the side profile makes my heart warm
sassy hand clicks from danny
five seconds in i am already stressed for them why is this already the most intense video of this game i’ve ever seen i’ve watched like six different channels play it
“there’s, there’s-” “no phil, i’m guiding you.” someone likes to take control don’t they
during the wire puzzle you can slowly watch dan get more stressy look at his pursed lips and expressive strict hand gestures
“there’s an alien man with a triangle head and he’s got a T coming out of his neck” their best friend mind meld really needs to come in handy here
i’m still really enjoying dan’s side profile i can’t get over it
“that’s you selecting the module you dork”
“guys we’re nailing this” i was going to make the obvious joke but i won’t we’re classy here
“shut up shut up SHUT UP” stressy dan is here to stay
they did one wow who says youtube gamers can’t game screw you comments
“what everyone out there is thinking now is we need you to get the manual, phil” i think dan honey you just want to be in control again i know that was hard for you
getting their last glances at each other in before they can’t for at least five minutes
opposite sides again why has this happened two videos after one another this is weird what is the post-baking video universe coming to
“this is weird. now you’re the person with the really bright face… wow it makes my hair look so much less white now that i’m here”
“it makes my hair look grey… i promise i don’t have grey hair” honey you’re thirty years old it’s going to happen inevitably sometime soon best to break us in gently
i’m hyped for side profile phil
dan quoting the marriage mantra of something old something new etc…. foreshadowing perhaps who knows with the way 2017 phan is going
phil looks so confused he’s like me facing every exam i’ve ever taken
i’ve been cheated out of side profile phil ffs dan get your hands on him and spin him around i feel attacked
“oh shit new stuff” literally everyone every few days when they upload a new gaming vid with no warning????? they know our struggle????
phil looks so focused i’m entranced
“oh god it’s hurting my brain so much”
stressy phil is a new experience but i’m digging it
dan being the little shit he is just laughs all the time
“stop freaking out!” stressy dan is still here despite having the opposite role
they did two attempts and won them both wow
they high fived yes for more skin to skin contact
phil is reeeealllly making up for lost time by shamelessly staring at dan
like seriously that was at least a solid six seconds of him staring
oh and more glances
i get it you’re in love
“kept calm under presh”
more staring seriously phil are you aware the camera is still rolling
“i hate to alarm you phil but what is your catchphrase on this gaming channel?”
*awkward silence whilst phil realises he’s being spoken to thus has to tear his gaze away*
“ALL OR NOTHING”
seriously what is with him today subtlety ain’t in his vocabulary
p h i l i get it you’re in love
oh now dan’s at it
dan just got super close to the camera and did that creepy smile he has i was unnerved
“i’m frickin terrified as diddly heck”
they’re back on their own sides balance in the universe has been destroyed do you reckon they’re as insistent about which side of the bed they sleep on
side profile dan is back welcome back old friend i missed you
i thought he dabbed for a second but it’s okay he didn’t
they’re determined as fuck but i can already see dan’s stressing
yep there’s the hurry up hand gestures
“i’m going to explode…. literally” because of the intensity or because he can’t stare at phil i don’t even know anymore u decide
dan’s eyes just got really really wide they were like bulging
“is the button yellow?” “no it’s blue i told you it’s blue!” welcome back stressy phil i hope you had a nice break
phil’s little “ooh” is so cute i want it as my ringtone
“we did it? oh christ”
stressy dan is really coming out to play in this symbols puzzle isn’t he
phil’s expressive hand gestures aka he’s beginning to panic too
dan’s doing some kind of gang sign okay boy you do you
aaaaand there’s the deafening dan scream for this video i can’t believe we lasted a whole 17 minutes and 40 seconds without one
rip headphone users it was nice knowing you
stressy dan has never been more present
phil is surprisingly calm(er)
“dan come on” all of us all the time
oooooh they couldn’t last five minutes without a quick glance at one another could they jfc get a room
they managed with three seconds to spare
phil is giggly and dan is….. well, dan
dramatic as ever my little actor that never was
phil initiates skin to skin contact again why am i not surprised anymore
“i was winding you up” dan says as he adds flames on top of himself in editing i am nodding furiously
the camera pans back out and phil’s hood is up who even is he
“we could have died!” “but we didn’t” *dan adds a halo above his head aka can’t relate*
“see if i worked in bomb disposal, i’d be cheeky like that” your colleagues would throw a bomb in bed with you
“i’d be like ooh what’s the timer steve???” the danxsteve fic coming atcha real soon
dan’s in an obnoxiously good mood now he has won a game and can freely stare at phil again
“we could be bomb disposal experts” again expect the fic coming atcha real soon
“what you just saw was two nerds that grew up playing puzzle games that have a psychic connection because they have no other friends defusing bombs” they literally said they go to escape rooms for their friends birthdays but alright i’ll take the exclusivity
they’re considering coming back in hard mode YES I NEED THIS
again i could have made the obvious joke there but i didn’t
let them know how you felt throughout that video type out long essays i dare you
“subscribe if you’re happy you didn’t explode”
“if you want to see us do that more challenging version where we might blow up… or not 'cause we’re the best… disposers ever”
“subscribe to us, have a good day, don’t explode” the best advice comes in threes
@rcmclachlan mentioned this the other day, and i can’t stop thinking about it, so:
on yuri plisetsky’s 16th birthday, i think it’s important that we talk about a sixteen candles AU, where everyone has forgotten yuri’s birthday because his half brother and family golden child victor nikiforov is getting married on the same day. (victor didn’t mean it– they’re just half brothers and he’s kind of clueless, and no one in the family reminded him?? he’s sorry, but also the event space is booked and the invitations went out, and you understand, right?) even worse, victor is marrying the Love Of Yuri’s Young Life, yuuri katsuki, who yuri saw first before victor was ever his brother, when he was the plisetsky’s Hot Older Neighbor, and maybe once when yuri was four and learning to ride a bike, he skinned his knee, and yuuri was the one to put a band-aid on his knee and sit with him on the curb and encourage him to get up and try again. maybe he used to babysit yuri (which, yuri didn’t need a babysitter, he was totally old enough to stay home by himself, and he would publicly throw a fit about it, but secretly loved having yuuri over, letting him watch the Bad Channels and bringing over bowls of his mom’s katsudon).
yuri of course bitches about this to his best (and only) friend otabek at school. otabek is hopelessly in love with yuri, and tortures himself by letting yuri tell him about how he thinks yuuri katsuki is so beautiful he wants to slap him in his dumb, awful face, and how much he hates that his family loves yuuri so much and is so happy for victor that they’d rather call yuri ‘yurio’. otabek is a senior and can’t be yurio’s plus one at the wedding, which is devastating to both of them, because his mom’s planned to take him on a trip to a college he’s been accepted to in fall. otabek is also probably going slowly insane from hearing about yuuri katsuki all the goddamn time, and before he leaves to go on the trip, he tells yuri to just tell yuuri already, if he really loves him so much!!! which he later regrets, because yuri totally does.
the night before the wedding, and yuri’s sixteenth birthday, yuri goes over to the katsuki’s house to confess his love, because yuuri’s staying with his parents the night before the wedding one last time. and maybe yuuri is the only person who remembered yuri’s birthday, and he got him a gift, and yuri is so mad about it, because can’t yuuri see that he’s his soulmate, he’s furious. and he has a small gift for yuri, and brings out some katsudon and puts a candle in it for yuri to blow out as they sit on the dining room table. and then yuri angrily tells yuuri that victor is terrible and the worst and that they can’t get married, because he loves yuuri more, and he saw yuuri first, and it isn’t fair. and yuuri turns him down so sweetly, so kindly, that yuri can’t even be mad about it. “you know that’s a line we can never cross,” yuuri says, and yuri does know, but he still hates it and wants to pretend, and, “i hope you’ll come to the wedding tomorrow. if you’re good, you can have first dance after victor.”
yuri goes to the wedding and it’s awful, and yuuri looks handsome with his hair slicked back and a well-fitting suit, too handsome, and even more infuriating is that victor looks handsome too, and he cries when they’re trading vows and yuri is just like, if it were me, i wouldn’t cry (he would, though). they go to the reception and yuuri and victor haven’t shown up yet and yuri’s not sure he wants to see the happy couple officially married, so he escapes outside the venue just in time to see otabek roll up in a hurry, tie still undone and hair messy–he’d had his mom drive them back early, and this is the soonest he could get here. and maybe that’s when yuri realizes that otabek is actually all the things that he always thought yuuri could be, like he’s this real person instead of a fantasy. and so maybe he begrudgingly asks if otabek wants to dance (and otabek asks him “to make yuuri jealous?” and yuri just says, “no, just–just because i want to dance with you, okay?”), so they go inside and dance and have fun at the wedding and maybe kiss once or twice or five times–okay, they make out messily and gross like the teenagers they are in a supply closet and are rudely interrupted by yuuri and victor trying to sneak away to do the same thing.
When you sent him the invitation to
your wedding, you didn’t actually expect The Joker to show up. But here he is
and now you have to deal with the situation; you are usually such a good
actress, but…this is different. Very
“You came,” a smile appears on the
corner of your lips as J gets out of the car and the valet takes it away,
leaving your ex in front of you with a wide smirk on his face.
“Of course I came, I wouldn’t miss
this now, would I?” he opens his arms and you go to give him a quick hug. “Hi,
Doll,” he quickly pecks your cheek and you hold him for a few more seconds
before breaking the embrace. You didn’t
spoke or touch each other in about half a year.
You take a deep breath, analyzing him
and start walking up the stairs towards the mansion while you try to keep the
conversation going without getting awkward:
“You still look the same J,” you
state the obvious and he snickers, amused.
“I never change; you should know that
by now. Would you look at this place,” he struggles to impress himself. “It’s a
fortress, took me a while to find it. At least I know my girl is well taken
care of, hm?”
“I’m…I’m not your girl anymore,” you
whisper, brushing off the weirdness of his statement, but you know he just
talks like this all the time anyway.
“Right, thanks for the reminder,” he
elbows you, scoffing, and you ignore what he just said and point towards the
huge property, excited:
“Let me give you a tour.”
“Where is the groom- to-be? Can’t
wait to meet him; he’d better make you happy otherwise he will have to deal
with me,” he keeps on yammering and you take his arm, not reacting to the last
part of his tirade, guiding him through the maze of the outdoor gardens.
“He is away with business; he will be
back in two days for the wedding. You’re the first guest to arrive, the rest
are coming tomorrow.”
“You sure hired a lot of people for
the event, Pumpkin. I can tell it’s going to be a huge wedding.”
“It will be,” you giggle, watching
everybody running around, setting up flowers and the humongous tent where the
gathering will happen.
“Wow, I already like it, no expense
was spared,” The Joker addresses you, witnessing a few things coming together
in a very nice way.
“Miss Y/N,” someone approaches, “do
you want more red roses or pink ones?”
“Red,” J answers and it pleases
you. “It’s her favorite color.” You also nod a yes and the guy walks
away, trying to count how many more to add now. “Who else is coming?” he asks,
frowning when a waiter passes you by in a hurry. “ I don’t like the way that man
looked at you, want me to take care of it?”
You start laughing, caressing his
“Noooo, lets’ not do that, it’s all
It surprises you how much effort you
put into trying not to look nervous, you are usually such a good actress,
but…this is somewhat different.
“A lot of people will come, you know
some of them,” you show him the guest list on a nearby table. “Don’t worry,
you’ll seat next to me so you don’t really have to small talk with the others
too much. I know you hate that.”
“I sure do,” he grins, kissing your
hand and you sigh, continuing to pace alongside him in perfect silence for a
“Oh, no, it’s starting to rain,” you
point out, looking at the gloomy clouds. “Thank goodness the tent is up so it
won’t rain inside; they can still continue to decorate, it really needs to be finished by tomorrow night. Let’s go in the mansion, I’ll show you what we got.”
As soon as he steps in and sees
the crystal chandelier he looks in your eyes, puckering his lips:
“Same one we have at the
“We had,” you correct him but The Joker didn’t get the fact you were
referring to his statement involving the two of you. Or maybe he pretended.
“No, it’s still there, Doll. You
always had good taste in decorating so I kept it.”
“That’s nice,” you avert your gaze, feeling
your cheeks getting warm.
You walk him around, explaining
what’s what, just like a well learned lesson.
“I’ll be damned,” he stops, stunned.
“You kept it?!”
The enormous painting you two snatched
from Gotham’s art museum two years ago is the centerpiece in the living room.
He didn’t want to go because he couldn’t care less about stuff like that but in
the end you convinced him to steal it together. You had it at the penthouse
until…you left and took it with you. Now it’s here.
“You know how much I love it, Mister
J,” you tease him by calling his full name, which you only did when he got in
trouble. “I could never get rid of it.”
“I can understand that; I know your
mind gets set on something and then you don’t let go,” he mocks, starting to
“And, ummm… this is the master
bedroom,” you present it, a bit uncomfortable.
“It’s so you, Y/N, I can see it
everywhere. Look at the bed, reminds me of the one we have at the penthouse,”
he points towards it and you fix his mistake:
“No, it’s still there,” he continues
and you are still not sure if he really doesn’t get what you’re saying, but you
don’t want to insist on the issue. No point really.
“I wonder if…You do have a mirror
here too!” he sits on the bed, looking up and sure it’s there. He lies down on
the pillows, gesturing you to come by him and you humor him. “Remember ours?”
You scoot over by him, smiling and
grab his hand, looking up at the mirror too.
“Yes, fun times. We had our moments,
right?” you have to agree, turning your head towards him.
“U-hum,” he replies, taking your
fingers to his lips and kissing them, absent minded. You squirm under his touch
and have to break the spell J apparently is unaware he still holds upon you.
“Why did you push me away?” you
suddenly ask, squeezing his hand tighter.
“I push everybody away, it doesn’t
mean that’s my intent,” he replies and for once he sounds sincere.
“Hey, wanna see my wedding dress?”
you hurry and get up, heading towards the walk in closet.
“Might as well,” he lifts his
shoulders up, resigned. He doesn’t really want to see it but he can’t upset you now that you are finally on speaking terms again. It takes you about
10 minutes to get ready and step outside, anxious for his reaction.
“My God, Princess, you look so
beautiful,” he has to admit, jumping from the bed, coming to meet you in the
middle of the room. “Turn around,” The Joker suggests and you slowly spin so he
can see your gorgeous dress. “I really like the gown, it suits you.”
“Thank you,” you mumble,
playing around with the delicate fabric because you feel edgy.
“My Princess always looks beautiful
anyway,” he unravels his silver teeth, chuckling.
“I’m…I’m not your Princess anymore
J,” you step towards him, fighting with all the feelings inside of you.
“You’ll always be my Princess,” he simply states and then
rolls his eyes. “Come on, you’re gonna cry on me? You know I always talk like
this,” he makes fun of you, seeing your lips quivering but has to admit
something makes him uneasy.
Fuck it all,
you think, deciding on the spot and go kiss him which surprises The Joker and in the
same time it doesn’t.
not sure if I like diamonds anymore,” you clearly enunciate and he freezes with
his hands around your waist.
This is the phrase you two decided to
use when you were together as a warning for grave danger, just in case you
couldn’t say anything else and you wanted the other to know something is up
without getting busted.
“Well, that’s a first, Doll,” he lets
you go, understanding someone is listening, carefully looking around as you put
your finger on your lips, signaling him to be quiet. You point towards the
corners of the room, quickly scribbling on a piece of paper that you stash in
“Yes, I am so bored with diamonds
these days,” you try to control your voice from breaking and you hug him tight,
barely whispering in his ear:
“Run! A left, two rights around the stairs. Don’t take the car, just run!” and
you drag him towards the door, peeking outside to make sure nobody is passing
by. He has such an intrigued expression on his face and you cover his mouth,
shaking your head as a no.
“Ssstttt,” you soundlessly shush him.
“Don’t let anybody see you, they’re all undercover! Go!” you whisper one last
time before pushing him away and he doesn’t linger anymore but signals you to
You mutter a NO, watching him walk as he turns around one more time to see you in your wedding dress. He
takes the corner and he’s gone.
What the hell is going on? The Joker wonders, carefully sneaking around, hiding behind
a wall so he can read the piece of paper you placed in his pocket:
“I’m not at Arkham or Belle Reve, not
sure where. Warn as many as you can not to come. After you get out, keep left
under the trees until you get to the main road. Don’t let them catch you.”
It was a difficult break up, at least as
far as you were concerned. You got sick and tired of everything and left
because he didn’t seem to give a damn anyway. You were on your own for about a
month when you got ambushed during a heist and couldn’t escape. You were taken
to a place you haven’t been before and they were sure thrilled to see they got
The Joker’s girlfriend; well, ex, but you didn’t tell them that part; they found out on their own.
You were sentenced to 40 years in
prison but offered a deal: if you help the Secret Service catch the elusive
Clown Prince of Crime and many others, your verdict will be reduced to only 10
years. It was such a sweet deal and they spared no effort in planning the
perfect stakeout: for 3 months they put everything together, using your fake
wedding as the bait: they wanted to get as many most wanted criminals as possible with
minimum casualties, away from the public eye on that hidden property,
rehearsing day and night to make everything seem like the real deal. They knew
many would come to the occasion if you invite them. And you agreed, sure hoping
J won’t show up. When he did, you didn’t want to care but things didn’t go as
planned. You and your stupid feelings for
him; you always pay for them no matter what.
Of course the deal went sour and they
retaliated for what you did: your sentence changed to life in prison and you
weren’t treated nicely, to say the least. You had days when you regretted your
stupid decision, crying yourself to sleep in the dark, cold cell. And some days
were better, hoping he might find you and get you out of there. Hours,
weeks, months and then two years passed with heartbreaking solitude and doubt, and
you finally realized The Joker will never save you. Even if you helped that day, knowing him he
probably hated you with passion after tricking him with that well devised
scheme and he is not the one to forgive such transgression. Or maybe he just can’t find the location. You tried to cope
but the thought of never getting out of there was slowly driving you insane.
How you missed the outside world and the freedom of doing what you please.
And you missed him…You couldn’t get
out of your mind that last time he looked at you. You wanted so badly to run
with him, but had to stay behind to hold them up, pretending he’s still there
for a while to give him enough time to flee…Like he appreciated the
sacrifice…Too late now for remorse, yet you can’t hide from yourself.
You slowly chew on your bread, deep
in thought, sitting on the mattress, examining your skinny hands. You got
so much thinner due to the special menu and treatment you were subjected in the
last two years. Fit for a Queen, as
they like to laugh at you.
“Oh, great,” you pull out the piece
of plastic out of your mouth, unnerved you are always given such disgusting
food. This is where you usually stop eating, nauseated at the crap you find in
the meals. You glance at it for a second before wanting to toss it on the floor
when you notice something.
You have to bring it really close to
your eyes since you are not allowed to wear your contacts.
here. Cover your ears,” you read and gasp, dumbfounded, having a hard
time processing what just happened.
The loud explosion to the right wall
of your cell throws you to the ground and your ears start ringing .You struggle
to get up, covered in dust and debris, stumbling to keep your balance, dizzy
from the blast.
You stare at the gap in your wall,
seeing so many bodies moving around on the other side, not knowing what to do.
“Would you hurry up, woman?! I don’t
have all day!” you hear the familiar voice and J creeps inside your prison,
coughing and trying to move the flying ashes out of his way.
You can’t even move and stare at him
wearing your favorite suit, starting to cry in a frenzy.
He sighs and comes in front of you,
his blue gaze going up and down your body, growling when he realizes how scrawny you
“So you didn’t get married, hm?” he
bites on his lip and you barely manage to utter, whimpering:
“N-no…” and you continue bawling ,
rushing in his arms and he hugs you, taking each other in for a few seconds. “You…you
look the same,” you cry your eyes out on his shoulder, hoping you are not
hallucinating from the meds.
“I never change, you should know that by now,” he purrs in your
hair, ecstatic he found you. He’s been
looking forever; my God you were well locked away or what?!
“Sir, we need to get out of here,
they’re coming!” one of the mercenaries yells and J lifts you up in his arms,
carrying you outside. The sun hits you and you hide your face in his chest, wincing
“My eyes,” you complain, wiping your
tears and slowly readjusting to natural light, fastly blinking to make it
better. “You can put me down, I think I can walk,” you turn his face towards
you so you can see him.
“Queens don’t walk,” he grumbles,
kissing your forehead, continuing to carry you.
“I really missed you,” you confess on
the verge of crying again. “I thought you will never come.”
“Meh, I was bored staring at that
chandelier all day,” he tries to joke and you sense his hands holding you
You sniffle, smiling for the first
time in so many months and ask when he looks down at you:
“We still have it?”
“We do,” The Joker answers, walking
faster as all hell breaks loose behind him.
(requested by anon:
Hum I really liked your CEO au so if you’d be willing to do it for
seventeen and got7 maybe… He surprises you at home, when you thought
he was working, and fluff (or smut if you want wink wink). Idk if you
write for all of the boys but if you don’t, just pick whatever unit you
like. Thanks a lot)
As he got in the house you were in shock as well as overjoyed for him coming home
He imitated your cute reaction, making you laugh and
giggle at his cute impersonation. He pulled you closer, hugging you really
tight. „I missed you so much it drove me crazy“ he whispered in your ear. You
moved your head in his direction and nuzzled your nose against his.
He was still breathing heavily from all the hurry but
seeing your face lit up his face immediately. „Hi“ he said out of breath as you
were still shocked yet super happy. „Oppa!“ you exclaimed happily as you ran
into his strong arms.
As he entered and put his stuff aside, he untied his tie
charmingly. „Jagiya, oppa is home“ he looked at you with a cute expression
while he played seductively with his tie. You giggled and ran up to him,
kissing him all over his face.
He looked at your overjoyed self and it made his heart
flutter with love. He chuckled to himself, blushing a bit for his girly
feelings. He came up to you and hugged you tight giving you multiple kisses on
the lips, each one deeper than the previous.
He was startled by your reaction but it was hard not to
laugh at your cute self. „I see someone’s happy to see oppa“ he said with a
chuckle. As you ran up to him he managed to pick you up and spin you around,
making you giggle.
He had a smile from ear to ear as he stood in front of
you. He waved at you and you waved back, giggling. You ran to eachother and he
hugged you really tight, nuzzling his nose in your hair. „I’ve been dreaming of
having you wrapped around me again“
He laughed really hard at your cute appearance. You covered
your face with your hands because of the blush that was visible on your cheeks.
In moments he was inches away from you, softly removing your hands from your
face. „Don’t you ever hide your beautiful self from me“
xx this was requested ages ago and it took me so long bc i was just starting to write back then and im so terribly sorry, i hope anon likes it.. anonnie dont be mad pls
bc i was a brat and it took me so long imma make the seventeen version of this too for anon
keep requesting xx
Soulmate AU: Jughead Jones has been writing about a girl he has never met before, but when he leaves his journal at his favorite coffee shop one day, an unsuspecting young woman finds it without knowing that the stranger who wrote it was actually writing about her
She wears her hair held high in an off-the-face-neat-and-tidy sort of way that shows the world she’s ready to concur it. Her mind drifts from one idea to the next without stopping to take a breath. And although she doesn’t know it, she impacts every single person she meets just by being exactly who she is.
24-year-old, Jughead Jones III looked up from the beat-up journal that his father had given him for his sixteenth birthday eight years ago, turning in his seat to thank the waitress for the cup of coffee she had just set on the table in front of him. He had been writing an entry a day since he had found it sitting on his bed with a big red bow tied around the front cover when he got home from school, and he hadn’t missed a day since.
“Can I get you anything else?” the waitress, all fluttery eyelashes and puckered lips, asked in the sweetest voice she could possibly muster as she smoothed out her apron and turned to smile sweetly at him.
“No, that’ll be all, thanks,” Jughead dismissed her without a second glance, taking a small sip of his coffee and immediately picking up his fountain pen to continue writing.
“Well, if you need anything else, my name is Naomi,” the waitress informed him, taking a step back from the table and gesturing towards the front of the coffee shop. “I’ll be behind the counter for a while, so just let me know if-”
“Got it,” Jughead cut her off before she could finish, and Naomi sunk back behind the counter without another word.
Jughead focused his attention back to his journal entry for the day, furrowing his brow as he waited for more words about his mystery girl to flow from pen to page like they’d always done so naturally. He had been writing about this girl for years, and although she was nameless, she had distinct features that made her almost impossible to miss if he were ever to meet her in real life. She had become somewhat of an obsession of his over the past few months, distracting him from work and relationships to the point where he was beginning to believe that this girl he created in his mind, was actually out there somewhere waiting to be found.
Just as he was about to tackle his next paragraph, his phone began buzzing frantically on the table, causing the cup of coffee to shake and shimmy all across the table in the process.
“Mr. Dawson,” Jughead answered, his voice rising an octave the way it always did whenever he spoke to his boss. “Yes, I understand that there’s a deadline and I’m - no sir, I wasn’t aware that I took you for granted - yes, sir - yes, and I’ll be there in an hour - now I’ll be there right now, I’m on my way. Okay, see you soon - in ten minutes, I’ll see you in ten minutes, goodbye!”
Jughead clicked off his phone and scooped up his messenger bag from beside him in the booth before sliding out of his seat. Taking one last gulp of his coffee, he carelessly tossed his journal into his bag before hurrying to the front of the shop to pay his bill.
Just as he reached the counter, a woman carrying an overflowing box of what looked to be gardening tools came barreling into the coffee shop without any control of her feet or the box she held in front of her.
“Sorry, excuse me, if you’d just - oops - sorry, sir, are you okay?” With the box partly obstructing her view, the woman nearly slammed straight into an older man carrying a to-go cup, dodging him by only just a hair and knocking her elbow into the counter as a result. “Ow!”
Still in a hurry, Jughead tried to block out the woman’s incessant apologies and turned to the employee behind the counter. “Hi, I’m ready to pay, if that’s alright.”
“Sure, just one moment,” she smiled at Jughead, but then turned to the crazed woman with the box, her eyes going wide as she took in the scene that was unfolding before her.
“I actually don’t have a moment, I’m-” Jughead tried to protest, but the woman behind the counter was already heading over to inspect what was happening near the front door.
“Betty, what on earth are you carrying?”
“Hey, Polly, I’m just… Hold on a second,” the crazed woman, now known as Betty, dropped her box onto one end of the counter and quickly dusted her hands off. “Ah, that’s better.”
“Okay, start explaining,” Polly instructed, nodding to the box of gardening tools and raising a curious eyebrow. “What is all this?”
“My third graders are learning about rocks and minerals this week,” Betty explained. “So I’ve been going around the neighborhood looking for different kinds of stones and varieties of soil to-”
“Sorry,” Jughead interrupted, pulling on his messenger bag impatiently and flapping his check in the air. “I don’t mean to be that guy, but if I don’t get back to my office in seven and a half minutes, my boss has threatened to strap a rocket to my back and send me flying to some unknown universe so if I could just-”
“Yes, sorry,” Polly hurried back over the the cash register and took Jughead’s credit card, quickly ringing him up and tearing off a piece of paper from the machine next to her and handing it to him. “Here’s your receipt, enjoy the rest of your day!”
“Thank you,” Jughead nodded at Polly and turned to head out the door, but before pushing it open to brave the cold morning air, Jughead stopped suddenly and turned back to Betty. “Good luck with the rock thing by the way. There’s some good ones by the lake just off Kingston Drive, if you’re still looking. It’s a gold mine down there trust me!”
With that, Jughead left the coffee shop, leaving Betty to turn back to Polly with a surprised smile on her face.
“Well, that was unexpectedly kind of him. Most guys in suits like that aren’t usually so friendly,” Betty pointed out, thinking back to all the guys she knew in college who were crazed, wannabe business tycoons with a bad attitude.
“He comes in here every morning. Sometimes in the evening too if he’s trying to meet a deadline,” Polly informed her, wiping the counter down with a cloth and leaning forward on the surface with her elbows. “Yet I still have no idea what his name is.”
“He’s a writer?” Betty guessed, trying her best to conceal the interest that had seemed to pop up in her voice.
“Yeah, some kind of hotshot news editor by the looks of it,” Polly explained, pushing off the counter and bending down to fix an out-of-place pastry in the display case.
“Interesting,” Betty muttered, turning back to the door and looking out the window intently. “I wonder if - uh oh.”
An object on the floor in front of the welcome mat caught Betty’s attention, and she hurried over to investigate.
“What is it?” Polly asked, her brows furrowing together as she took in the old journal that her sister was gently holding in her hands.
“Looks like Cinder-editor left his notebook behind,” Betty concluded, holding up the journal for Polly to see.
“Well, hurry, go track him down before he turns into a pumpkin!” Polly joked, gesturing to the door and ushering for her to leave.
Betty knew that there was no way he would still be around, but she also knew that she had to take a chance. Pushing through the front door, Betty hurried out onto the streets, searching both ways for any sign of the journal’s owner. Spotting the same old beanie that she remembered seeing the man wearing at the end of the sidewalk one street over, Betty moved quickly to catch up to him.
“Wait!” she called out to him, but he was already joining the crowd of people in front of him and crossing the street. “Wait, you forgot you’re-”
With all the chaos happening around her, Betty got swept up into a group of school kids heading to their bus stop and ran straight into a woman walking her poodle in the opposite direction.
“Watch where you’re going!” the woman snapped, glancing back at Betty to glare at her before heading into the apartment building behind them.
“Ow, why does that keep happening to me?” Betty rubbed her shoulder, standing on her tiptoes to see if she could spot the beanie again, but it was nowhere to be found.
Glancing down at the journal in her hands, a thought crossed her mind that she knew was unethical, but kept popping back up to the forefront the longer she stared at its worn cover.
“Betty, don’t read it, that would be an invasion of privacy,” she muttered to herself, quickly shaking the thought from her mind and tucking the journal safely under her arm. “But then again, maybe he has his name written somewhere in the front cover. I mean, how else am I going to get this back to him if I don’t know his name?”
Betty slowly slipped the journal back into her hands, glancing behind her shoulder in case anyone passing her on the street could tell how much of a snoop she was being.
“Oh, what the heck,” she conceded, flipping open the book to check for a name. Written in thick letters were the words: Property of Forsythe Pendleton Jones III and scribbled underneath it in tinier, childlike handwriting was the name Jughead.
“Odd,” Betty mumbled, thinking about how strange the name Jughead sounded in her mind. Yet, there was a familiarity to it that made it seem ordinary somehow. Like it was the most common, natural-sounding name she had ever heard.
Having found the name she was hoping to find, Betty prepared her hands to close the journal and head back to her sister’s coffee shop. But before she could follow through, and even though she could never explain it, something stopped her. It was as if there was a pull in the universe causing her eyes to wander over to the next page and read the story that was scribbled carelessly onto the white paper.
“No way,” Betty breathed, letting the words sink in as she flipped to the next page. After reading several entries all about the same girl, Betty slammed the journal and sprinted back to the coffee shop.
“Polly!” she exclaimed as she threw open the door, dodging several customers as she made her way back to the counter.
“What?” Polly’s eyes went wide as she took in her sister, all wild eyes and heavy breathing. “Did you give that guy his journal back?”
“Not yet,” Betty admitted, her breath coming in heavy spurts as she tried to slow her heart rate. “But I was looking through it and-”
“You read it?” Polly gasped. “Elizabeth Cooper, you should be ashamed.”
“I know, I know, but listen to this,” Betty opened to a random page in the journal and started to read the man’s words that had made her heart lurch in her throat.
“’She wanted to shape young minds. To show them that there was a place for them in the world that was better than what they might have seen in the past. And while she was never quite sure of her ability to succeed, she was positive in her ability to teach them that they could.’”
“Okay, that’s beautiful and all, but I’m not really sure I’m getting your point,” Polly told her, tossing a rag over her shoulder and leaning against the counter.
“This entry, and every entry after that, they’re all describing this girl,” Betty explained, holding out the journal for her sister to see. “But the way he writes about her - it never seems like she’s someone that he knows. She’s just this person that exists in this journal but not in real life except-”
“Except I think that she does,” Betty concluded. “And I think that I’m her.”
“Betty, you realize you sound psychotic correct?” Polly threw the rag at her sister, who lunged forward to catch it at the exact wrong moment and let the piece of cloth fall to the floor.
“I know how it sounds, but do you remember that story I wrote for English class in the tenth grade?” Betty asked, bending down to scoop up the rag and set it on the counter. “The one that mom hated?”
“Yeah, it was that piece about the boy who’s father was never around because he was some sort of drug dealer or something. And then he gave the boy a present for his birthday that changed his life before he left town for good and never came back,” Polly recounted the story and looked up to raise her eyebrows at Betty as if to say, ‘so what?’ “Yeah, I remember. Why?”
“Read this,” Betty shoved the journal in Polly’s direction and pointed to the description on the back cover. Rolling her eyes, Polly quickly read about how the owner of the journal got that very book from his father on his sixteenth birthday and then never saw him again after that day.
“It has to be some sort of coincidence,” Polly concluded, shutting the journal and handing it back to Betty.
“I don’t believe in coincidences,” Betty whispered, running her fingers along the etchings on the front cover. “I think that I was writing about this man - Jughead - and I think that he was writing about me.”
“That’s insane, Betty, you don’t even know each other,” Polly reminded her.
“I know that,” Betty sighed. “But I think that this is a sign - finding this journal, meeting him today - I think that I was meant to know him.”
“Okay, let’s say that’s true,” Polly cautiously gave in, folding her arms over her chest as she narrowed her eyes at Betty. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to find him,” Betty declared, grabbing her purse from the stool she had left it on and shoved the journal safely inside. “And then he’s going to explain to me how he’s been writing about me for eight years when I only just met him this morning.”
Before her sister could protest, Betty headed out the door and made her way to the only newsroom in town, determined to find the man who owned the journal. The man who, she knew in her heart, she was meant to know. And the man who was about to change her entire world.
Prompt: Hey :) It’s my birthday in three days I’m excited ahah! :D right ok, could you do a Kol smut where the reader is a badass vampire, bitten in like 1509 and is best friends with Rebekah. Kol meets her once, back in the 1600’s but they meet again at the Mikaelson ball, after the party, Kol leads her upstairs and they have rough, vampire, sex :)))))) (66)
“You can stay here for as long as you need Elena.” You say as you open the door for her. “You actually don’t know how much this means to me, thank you *yn*.” She says before pulling you into a tight hug. You smiled softly as you hugged her back, you would do anything to help her.
You and Elena had been friends since you were little, your parents had always been close with hers. She had told you about vampires and Bonnie being a witch a few months after she had found out herself. A month after that your father had been killed by an ‘animal attack’. You didn’t know who did it but you swore you would find out. You got so angry that you blurted it out that you knew about vampires to your mum. She had asked you how you had known and it turned out that she had known about vampires for a long time but you never knew how she had found out. Or why she was tolerant of them.
A month ago Elijah Mikaelson emerged, when you had told your mum she panicked because she had a feeling that he wouldn’t be the only Mikaelson to return to Mystic Falls. Sure enough, Klaus and the rest of the family had returned. You had never seen Klaus for yourself, but what Elena had told you made you absolutely petrified of him. A week ago your mum decided she wanted to keep you extra safe so she made the house legally yours and said it could now be a safe house. She told you not to invite any vampires inside, even if they were your friends.
Yesterday she had gone out of town for work, she didn’t want to but you insisted that she left because you knew how important her job was to her. It was only a few hours after she had left when Elena rang you, crying. She was panicking about Klaus and what he was going to do to her and everyone she cared about. You didn’t even think twice before offering for her to come over and stay with you until Klaus was killed, so here she was.
“I got some of the bags from the car for you- uff.” You giggle as Damon grunts when he tries to use his vampire speed to go through the front door and ends up getting knocked back. “Would’ve been nice if you’d told me.” He huffs and you roll your eyes. He stands up and raises a brow. “You gonna invite me in or not?” He asks.
“No, this is a safe house that means no vampires are aloud.” You state and he opens his mouth to reply when Stefan appears next to him. “She’s right Damon, in order for it to be completely safe, for Elena no vampires can be invited in.” He says giving him a pointed look. Damon sighs and shuts his mouth before dropping Elena’s bags at the front door. “*yn*!” You look up to see Bonnie and Caroline hurrying towards you.
“Bon!” You giggle and envelope her in a tight hug. “I’m gonna go say hi to Elena.” She says before brushing past you and inside. “Oh me to!” Caroline says. “I wouldn’t-” You stop yourself as Caroline tries to get inside.
“No vampires remember blondie?” Damon says sarcastically as Caroline hits the invisible forcefield. “*yn* didn’t mean me when she said that.” Caroline scoffs but her face drops when she sees your guilty face.
“What! *yn* you can’t be serious!” She complains and you just shrug. “I’m sorry Care, but I promised my mum no vampires even if they’re my friends.” You say and she moans. “This could not get any worse.”
“*yn* tell me you got some food in your house!” Jeremy calls from the truck as he and Matt hop out. “Of course.” You laugh. “Sweet, we’ll be in the kitchen then.” Matt says patting your shoulder before they both walk into the house.
“I stand corrected.” Caroline groans.
Bonnie, Caroline, Damon, Stefan, Matt, Jeremy, Elena and you all spend the rest of the afternoon out on the porch playing cards and just having fun. As it started getting dark one by one everyone left, Matt and Jeremy the last to leave until it was just you and Elena sitting outside.
The two of you headed inside and ended up on the couch under a blanket watching some rom-com. “I’m so scared *yn*.” She murmured quietly. “It’s going to be ok Elena, we’re going to defeat Klaus. He’s not going to hurt you.” You whispered and hugged her tightly. “It’s not me I’m worried about, it’s all of you. Klaus is evil, he’ll do anything to hurt me and manipulate me.” She murmured and you smiled lightly at her selflessness.
“I think we’ve all handled worse than some arrogant vampire who’s clearly underestimated us, because we’re going to kick his ass.” You smile and she giggles hugging me tighter. “Thank you for being such a good friend *yn*, I love you.”
“I love you too Elena.” You grin hugging her back. Eventually we put the movie back on and soon Elena’s drifted off and is fast asleep on the couch. You smile and shake your head, it wasn’t even completely dark yet.
Suddenly the door bell rang causing you to jolt. Elena mumbled and her face twitched as she woke up. “I’ll get it.” You whispered and she nodded before closing her eyes again, she deserved a rest.
You sighed and paused the movie before heading to the door. You were wearing pyjamas and you looked like a mess but you didn’t really care at this point. “Hi how can I help you?” You ask as you pull open the front door.
The hairs immediately stand up on the back of your neck and goosebumps rise on your skin at the sight of the man before you. He was handsome, but had a mysterious aura around him that you didn’t like. He smirked and said nothing as he looked you over. You studied his face and the breath caught in your throat when you stared into his eyes. They were dark and had lost the shine a man his age should have, they almost looked soulless, like he had seen to much horror in this world. But there was also an evil glint hidden behind that as well, that was what you feared.
“Y-you’re Klaus aren’t you?” You mumbled and his smirk widens.
“You certainly catch on quickly love.” He spoke huskily and fear ran through your body at his cold voice.
“You can’t compel me, I take vervain every day.” You spoke and he chuckled. “I have no doubt you would love, and why would I compel you when I can already have so much fun with you?”
“What do you want?” You spat as your confidence grew knowing he couldn’t get to you. “I just heard that Elena was moving to a safe house, thought I might as well get to know the person she’s staying with considering I’ll be keeping tabs on Elena and what not.” He smirks.
“Go to hell.” You hiss and he laughs.
“You know I didn’t expect you to be so ravishingly beautiful, but feisty too? Now that was a surprise.” He grins and that just makes you more infuriated.
You were done with his games so you grabbed the door and moved to slam it in his face.
“Uh, uh, uh I wouldn’t do that.” He tuts. “Why not?”
“Because I was out and happened to stumble upon this.” He says and you peer through the crack in the door to see him holding Elena’s diary in his hand.
“How did you get that?” You asked angrily ripping the door open causing his smirk to widen.
“It was just lying around, now I was thinking we could read a bit from page twenty there’s some quite juicy stuff about Damon in here..” He says as he flicks through the pages.
You didn’t know what caused you to do it, probably because of how fiercely loyal and protective you were of Elena. You knew how personal that diary was to her and seeing someone like Klaus read it made you sick.
So you instinctively reached your hand out to snatch it from him. Everything happened so quickly, suddenly his hand gripped your wrist and pulled you outside of the safety of your home and whipped you around to pin you against the wall.
Suddenly his eyes were pierced into yours as he barred you from escaping. You shivered under his intense gaze as he studied every inch of your face. “I like this fire in you.” He spoke.
“Just go ahead, kill me.” You spat and his eyes softened.
Klaus didn’t know why he was so intrigued by this human girl, maybe it was her innocence, maybe it was her vulnerability, maybe it was her loyalty to her friends, maybe it was her tenacity but it was probably a combination of all of them. He couldn’t help but feel hurt at the fact that she just assumed he would kill her right away, but at the same time couldn’t blame her. His reputation preceded him.
“I’m not going to hurt you love.” He chuckled as he brushed a strand of loose hair behind your ear. Goosebumps rose up on your skin as he trailed his fingers down your neck and your heartbeat quickened as he traced his finger across your collarbone lightly.
“You know what skill comes with being a thousand years old? I can tell by someones heartbeat what they’re feeling. Whether it’s fear, excitement, arousal.” He spoke softly as he licked his lips.
“Right now you’re probably trying to figure out whether your scared of me or rushing with adrenaline at the thought of being this close to me.” He whispered as his lips brushed against your ear causing you to close your eyes.
“But I already know the answer.” He murmurs into your ear. “Maybe you aren’t as innocent as you think you are love.” He whispered before placing a kiss on your ear.
You heard a whoosh and you slowly peeked your eyes open. You took a deep breath and steadied yourself as you glanced around to see you were the only one on the porch. You shook your head and calmed yourself down before heading inside even though you were still shaken up with what had just occurred.
Had Klaus just been flirting with you?
And more importantly did you like it? No of course you didn’t he was evil, he was after Elena and he couldn’t be trusted.
“Who was that?” Elena mumbled sleepily. “Just some sales person.” You laughed shakily but she was too tired to notice as you sat back down, your mind whirring a million times an hour.
“Hey *yn*, I didn’t think you were working tonight?” Your manager asked when he saw you walk behind the bar. “I’m covering for Matt, he’s got an exam tomorrow and is in desperate need of study.” You sigh as you slip on your Mystic Grills shirt over your singlet. You dump your bag in the back and chuck your hair into a high ponytail as your manager laughs at your expense about how you were to nice for your own good and couldn’t say no.
That was partially true, but Matt had been failing a lot of his classes this year and you were glad to see him so eager to study, so you had actually offered to cover his shift. But you didn’t tell your manager because you knew he’d just pay you out even more for being soft.
You kind of wanted to get out of the house anyway, Elena was ‘studying’ with Damon on the porch, which basically meant constant flirting. You could hear their laughs all the way up to your room. It was kind of frustrating, it was so obvious she had feelings for him yet she was stuck in this love triangle and didn’t know how to escape it.
Even though it wasn’t ideal spending your Sunday night at the Mystic Grill, it was better than nothing. It had been a few days since your run in with Klaus and you had managed to push it to the back of your mind as school took over.
You had just served a cocktail to a customer and had begun wiping the bench down when an attractive guy sat at one of the stalls.
“Hi, welcome to Mystic Grill how can I help you today?” You asked politely as you slung the towel over your shoulder and approached the guy. A mischievous smirk lit up his face when he saw you. “I’ll have whatever you recommend, darling.” He spoke smoothly. His accent was different, but you liked it and you blushed at his nickname. “I uh can get you a beer?” You spoke and you wanted to punch yourself in the face at your awkwardness.
A beer? Really?
“Sounds wonderful darling.” He chuckled in amusement at how obviously flustered you were. You said nothing else as you hurried off in embarrassment to grab a beer bottle from the fridge. Ok act cool, you thought.
You painted on a confident smile as you walked back over to him and you slid him the beer. “Thank you darling.” He smiled.
You were to embarrassed to notice but as he reached for the beer in your hand, your vervain bracelet brushed against his hand. Being an original he wasn’t to affected by it and managed to act like nothing had happened but he had felt it. Immediately his eyes narrowed suspiciously as he studied your innocent face.
You knew about his kind.
He said nothing else as he took a swig of his beer and followed your movements as you went to greet another customer.
Once you were free of customers he had a chance to talk to you again. “So have you lived in Mystic Falls your whole life?” He asks and you nod.
“Born and raised.”
“It’s quite odd how many animal attacks there are in this town isn’t it?” He suddenly spoke causing you to go rigid.”Um yeah I guess, but we do live near quite a big forest so…” “Mm I suppose so, it’s still quite odd though, like there’s something that’s not quite right…” You had no idea what to say as you struggled to find the right words.
“Kol, stop pestering the poor girl.” A familiar voice spoke and your blood ran cold as you saw Klaus walking up to the bar. It didn’t take long for you to put two and two together, this was Kol Mikaelson, Klaus’ brother.
“What do you want?” You snap. “I’d like a glass of bourbon please.” He spoke and your eyes narrowed. “It seems you’ve met my dearest brother then.” Kol said glancing at Klaus and you gritted your teeth as you poured Klaus a glass of bourbon.
God you wished you could poison him right now. You said nothing as you slammed the glass on the table causing the liquid to slop out the sides before you marched away from the two.
“She’s a feisty thing.” Kol smirked in amusement.
“She’s one of Elena’s little friends.” Klaus replied.
“Ah, Elena Gilbert.” Kol said. “Shame about the vervain, imagine the fun you could have with her if you could compel the little thing.” Kol grinned as he studied your figure.
Klaus’ grip on his glass tightened as he took a sip, his eyes trained on you as you forced a smile when you served a customer.
Kol noticed instantly at his brother’s uncomfortableness and his smirk widened.
“You don’t have a soft spot for the girl do you?” Kol laughed and Klaus glanced at him.
“No.” He lied.
“*yn* you can head home now, we’re closing in half an hour anyway.” Your manager spoke and you sighed in relief. You said goodbye to him before hurrying into the back, you grabbed your shoulder bag and slung it over your shoulder. You glanced over to see Klaus and Kol at the pool table. Hopefully you could sneak out before they saw you and to where Matt was picking you up. You wanted to decline but he insisted on doing it considering you covered his shift.
As you hurried out the door Klaus happened to look over at the bar to see that you weren’t there. He looked over just in time to see you walking out the door and he murmured to Kol he’d be back before hurrying out after you.
You could hear footsteps behind you as you checked your phone when you saw you had a text from Matt saying he’d be here in five minutes.
You glanced over and resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the sight of Klaus.
“What?” You snapped and he tutted at your tone.
“I was just checking you were getting home safely.” He spoke and you scoffed.
“good to know the serial killer vampire cares about me getting home safely.” You sneered and his jaw clenches.
“How are you getting home?” He repeats and you roll your eyes.
“My friend is picking me up.” You replied.
“Who is your friend?” He asked. “That is none of your business.” You smiled sarcastically before looking back down at my phone.
“Why do you care anyway?” You question after a few moments of silence.
“Because you intrigue me, love.” He replied.
“And if I’m a thousand years old and a human of all things interests me, then they’re clearly worthy of my care.” He said softly and you studied him carefully.
“Why am I so interesting to you?”
“I’m not even sure I can answer that sweetheart.” He spoke calmly and it was the first time you had seen the vampire so gentle and vulnerable. You weren’t sure how to feel about it. But then you remembered how he had killed Elena’s aunt and all those other people and you knew that the way your heart was beating was wrong.
Klaus was about to say something when a horn honked and you peered over to see Matt pulling up across the road.
“I got to go.” You say awkwardly and before he can get another word in you’ve pulled the bag across your shoulder again and ran across the road.
He noticed that in your hurry to escape a small book had fallen out of your bag. He opened his mouth to call out to you but shut it and decided against it as he studied the leather book.
Klaus sat down on the ground next to the lamp post and opened the book carefully. Inside three quarters of the book was filled with polaroid pictures all with captions. He began at the start which happened to be the start of your freshman year. Pictures of you and a young Elena Gilbert, Bonnie Bennet and Caroline Forbes filled the pages with captions about what happened and why the photo was taken and he realised every photo held a precious memory.
He smiled and traced his finger across a photo of a younger you smiling happily with Elena. He flicked through every page as you got older and older, and he noticed that the older you got the more photos of animals you captured. Dogs, birds, sheep anything that caught your eye you had snapped a photo.
He smiled softly at the sight of a beautiful horse and realised it had been the focus of many of your photos. Horses were his favourite animal, maybe they were yours as well. His forehead creased when he spotted a photo of you in a cheerleaders uniform and a blonde haired football player placing a kiss on your cheek. The caption was titled “Me and Matty xx” and he couldn’t help but let his annoyance grow.
As he neared closer to the present day more photos of you with boys were pasted in. He grew even more annoyed when he saw numerous photos with Stefan and Damon Salvatore. One photo particularly annoyed him, it was a photo of you and Damon, he had obviously said something that made you laugh and you were grinning and looking at him happily. He knew nothing romantic was going on in this photo but it irked him that you looked at him like that. With trust and care. Damon Salvatore was a killer yet you were comfortable around him?
He finally reached the most recent photo from a few days ago and his heart sank, it was a photo of you, probably when you were around five, beaming and clutching a man tightly.
The caption read ‘1 year since you were taken from me, I love you daddy, I will find the vampire that murdered you, I promise xxx’
He sighed shutting the book so he didn’t have to look at that photo anymore, he knew he hadn’t killed your father but he still felt horrible knowing that his kind had taken a loving father away from an innocent girl.
You sighed as you smoothed out the creases in your stiff dress. Elena had convinced you and practically had to drag you out of the house to get you to come to this stupid town afternoon tea thing. You didn’t know what it was for considering Mystic Falls had so many events it was hard to keep up.
You had finally escaped the clutches of the constant nattering from the adults and had managed to sneak out into the garden. You had come across a beautiful horse and cart outside. You couldn’t resist the urge to go admire the magnificent white creature. You smiled softly as you stroked the stallions muzzle admiring his dark brown eyes and the way his muscles rippled under his skin.
“I thought I might find you out here.”
You looked over to see Klaus walking over to you, he was in a tux with his tie hung loosely around his collar. He looked good.
You were no longer afraid of him, you had realised he wasn’t going to hurt you.
“Horses are my favourite animal.” You replied as you stroked the horse gently.
“They are indeed beautiful creatures.” He spoke as he stood beside you and petted the horse softly.
“The only time my father ever got close to destroying me was when he killed my horse.” Klaus said and I looked up at his face, his eyes had glazed over and his jaw was clenched and for the first time I felt sorry for him.
“I’m sorry.” I said quietly and he snapped out of his angry gaze to look at me and his features softened.
“I’m sorry too love.”
“Sorry about what?” I questioned.
“About your father…” He trailed off and my forehead creased. “how do you know about my father?” I asked and he sighed and guiltily reached into his suit pocket. He pulled out my leather book and handed it to me.
“You dropped it the other night, and my curiosity got the better of me. I’m sorry.” He said as I snatched it from his grasp.
You felt yourself growing annoyed but you knew it wasn’t his fault.
“It’s okay, I would have done the same.” You murmur as you grasp onto it tightly.
He studies your forlorn face and felt bad about bringing up your father.
“I’m sure he was a good man.”
“He was.” You whisper as you pat the horse.
The two of you stood in silence as you attempted to blink away the tears threatening to surface.
“Would you like to go for a walk with me?” He asked quietly catching you off guard. You weren’t sure what to say, you knew this was wrong and if Elena found out she would hate you but something about him reeled you in, made you want to find out more about him.
The two of you walked through the garden and made small talk.
“I couldn’t help but notice that you’re a cheerleader.” Klaus smirked causing you to blush. “Caroline introduced me to it.” You said and you didn’t notice his eyes lower at the mention of her name.
“And you also ran for Ms Mystic Falls in sophomore year.” He smirked and your embarrassment grew. “Caroline convinced me to do that as well.” You lied and his mischievous smirk grew even wider as he pulled out a piece of paper.
“What?” You asked.
“Nothing it’s just here it says that ‘you’ve dreamed of being Ms Mystic Falls since you could remember, you planned to follow in your ancestors footsteps to being a role model for all the little young hopefuls of this town.” He grinned and you realised he had your entry form.
“How did you find that?” You stutter in embarrassment and he laughed.
“Let’s see oh hobbies it says, doing my hair, oh and fashion designing how exciting and being the football team’s good luck charm-”
“Give it back Klaus!” You groaned as he laughed and held it out of your reach as you tried to grab it.
“Let’s see favourite animal, bunnies! That’s cute.” He teases and you finally manage to rip it out of his hand. His face is red with laughter at your flustered state but you couldn’t help but let a small smile on your face.
It was then that you realised the two of you had ended up on the hill overlooking the Lockwood mansion. You spied an easel with a canvas on it at the very top of the hill. Klaus looked at you in confusion as you headed up without another word towards the painting.
You stared at it in awe, it wasn’t finished but it was beautiful. It was kind of an abstract depiction of the mansion and the stream. It was darker, more twisted.
“Do you like it?” Klaus asked.
“You did this?” You asked in disbelief and he nodded.
“It’s beautiful.” You murmured as you looked back at the painting and Klaus felt happier knowing you liked it.
“It’s so….” You trail off as you try to find the right word.
“So sad.” You murmured as you glanced at him and his face fell. “Like there’s all this built up pain and torture and suffering.” You whispered as you stared at him.
His eyes were glistening as he looked at you and you began to realise the dangerous feelings that had developed.
“I’m sorry, I should go, Elena’s probably looking for me.” You whispered before hurrying down the hill leaving Klaus alone.
You sighed as you rubbed your temples. You sat down on your bed and brushed your hair out of it’s ponytail. Suddenly the bell rang, you weren’t sure who it was. You were home alone as Elena had gone to Bonnie’s house. You’d been invited but felt to tired from your encounter with Klaus to go. You adjusted your pyjama pants and hurried down the stairs.
You pulled open the door but was greeted with empty air. You looked outside in confusion but there was no one to be seen. As you took a step your foot hit a parcel. You glanced down and cautiously picked up the box and envelope.
You looked around again to make sure no one was around before shutting the front door. You hurried up to your room and sat on your bed so you could open the parcel.
You gasped as you opened the box, inside was a beautiful bracelet. It was kind of antique looking but it was stunning, the bracelet was dotted with diamonds with a jewel encrusted heart hanging from it. You studied the heart and noticed the little engravings of swirls and patterns. It was beautiful.
Curiously you opened the envelope and pulled out the card.
“A token of my affections for you, sweetheart.” Was written in delicate swirly handwriting but it wasn’t signed. As you went to pick up the envelope a piece of paper fell out of it. You snatched it off the floor and carefully examined it.
On it was a beautiful drawing of a horse. You smiled as you studied the delicate sketching and detail. The initials N.M were signed at the bottom.
As beautiful as this gesture was you couldn’t accept it, it was wrong. He was the enemy. You sighed and placed the bracelet back in the box and slid the card into the envelope. You were about to place the horse drawing back in but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it and placed it on your bedside table.
It had been a few days since you had last seen Klaus and since he had sent you those gifts. Elena had been frantic about this Mikaelson Ball that was happening tomorrow night. She begged you to come with her but you had just shrugged and said you hadn’t been invited.
The door bell rang again and you sighed pausing the tv and dragging yourself off the couch. You opened the door but no one was there.
You looked down to see a huge box and an envelope placed neatly on top of it. You already knew who this was from.
You heaved it up the stairs and luckily Elena wasn’t around to see it and begin asking questions. You ripped open the envelope and scoffed. It was an invitation to the Mikaelson Ball.
You turned it around to see the familiar swirly writing,
“I hope you save me a dance - Klaus”
You placed the envelope on your bed and undid the ribbon on the huge box and opened the lid. You let out an involuntary gasp at the beautiful dress neatly folded inside. Carefully you pulled it out and studied it, it was a beautiful colour and it flowed like a princess gown. The neckline was dotted with diamonds and you noticed that the flowing skirt part had encrusted diamontes throughout it. This was to much, you shuddered at the thought of how expensive this would have been.
“*yn*!” Elena called and you could hear her feet running up the stairs. Hurriedly you stuffed the dress into the box and shoved it under your bed just as she walked into your room.
“I was wondering if you- what’s that?” She asked when she saw the envelope in your hand. Shit.
“I uh got invited to the ball.” You say sheepishly.
“Oh thank god that means you’re coming right!”
“Actually, I think I’m going to skip this one Elena.” You sigh. You didn’t want to see Klaus again, it would just confuse you further. He was the enemy, Elena was trying to kill him. You couldn’t feel these things and you couldn’t see him again.
What you didn’t know was that Klaus had been listening outside the house, his teeth gritted at your response and he felt his heart tighten when he realised you had rejected him. He hadn’t felt like this for a long time, and he did not like it.
You were trying to do some of your homework, typing away on your computer. You glanced over at the box containing the dress for what must have been the hundredth time this past hour.
Maybe you should just try it- no you scolded yourself. You sighed and ripped your eyes away from the sparkling dress but soon enough you felt yourself looking at it again.
“Ugh this is ridiculous.” You mumble turning on your side so you couldn’t see it. Maybe just one more glance, you thought as you snuck another look. “Ok that’s it.” You mumble getting up and shoving it in your closet.
Out of sight, out of mind right?
Wrong. A few minutes later you were glancing at your closed wardrobe.
“Screw it.” You mutter chucking your laptop on the bed and hurrying over to closet. You strip down and carefully slide it over your body.
Woah. You looked at yourself in awe in the full body mirror you had in your room. You actually looked really pretty, but how did he know my size?
You sighed as you stared at yourself, a part of you was aching to go. Suddenly your phone buzzed and you looked to see you had gotten a text from Elena.
Elena: Please, please, please come. Things going down w/ originals and Esther. I need you.
That was all it took for you to decide to go and before you could change your mind you replied saying you’d be there as soon as you can. Now you had to do your makeup and hair. Before you dashed into the bathroom you looked at the box containing the bracelet and smiled.
You took a deep breathe as you parked outside the mansion. You can do this, you thought to yourself. You examined your makeup and curled hair in your car mirror before hopping out of the car. You showed your invitation to the security outside before walking inside.
You felt embarrassed being this late as you adjusted your hair one last time and touched the bracelet Klaus’ had given you before walking into the main hall. You hated to admit it but you were hoping to see Klaus.
“*yn*! Oh my god you look beautiful!” Elena gushes as she hurries over to you. “Thanks Elena, so do you.” You smile hugging her tightly.
Damon and Stefan wandered over and both complimented you causing you to smile. Elena began to talk about Esther and her plan to get rid of Klaus when a breath caught in your throat. Klaus was here, dancing. But with someone. With Caroline.
You looked at her and jealousy filled your body. She looked so much better than you, with her blonde hair in ringlets and a bun and you noticed she was even wearing a similar style of dress to you. It didn’t take long before it clicked that he had invited her in your place and had also given her a dress. You didn’t know why but tears began to form and you quickly blinked them away.
Klaus nearly tripped over when he saw you. You looked so beautiful in that dress but guilt quickly filled up his heart. You had seen him and Caroline and he could tell that you had figured it out. All to soon you were looking away and pretending you had seen nothing.
You were so stupid, so stupid to think that you could change him. Make him a good person because he cared about you. But of course he didn’t. What were you? You were just a human and he was an original vampire. Of course he would never be interested in you.
“Are you ok *yn*?” Elena asked worriedly.
“Uh yeah I just really need a drink.” You sniff before hurrying past her and towards the drinks table. The three of them exchange confused glances but let you be alone.
You sighed and walked over to the drinks table. You poured a shot and quickly downed it before an adult could reprimand you.
“Hey *yn*.” A voice spoke and you looked up to see Matt approaching you.
“Hey Matty.” You smiled softly. “You look beautiful.” He complimented.
“Thank you.” You replied, Matt could tell something was up with you straight away.
“You wanna dance?” He coaxed. You glanced at the shot glass then at Matt’s hand and nodded taking his hand in yours as he led you to the dance floor.
Soon Matt had you laughing and almost made you forget about Klaus. Almost. The two of you spun around the dance floor as couples judged you, neither of you were very co-ordinated and you both laughed loudly as you stepped on each others toes. But you didn’t care what other people thought of you.
Klaus glared at the two of you from across the ballroom in jealousy. He didn’t know why but he always seemed to get jealous when it came to the blonde haired jock.
You glared at Klaus and Caroline. The way they were smiling and dancing so prim and proper. Ugh. It was when he whispered something in your ear that you felt sick and you tore your gaze away from them.
“Thanks Matty.” You mumble abruptly ending the dance between you two.
“Where are you going?” Matt asked. “I- I just need some air.” You stammered before shoving past people to get outside and away from Klaus.
You inhaled as you stood on the balcony away from the loud party. You were so confused, one minute you thought you hated him the next minute you were getting jealous over him being with another girl. It was exhausting and frustrating and you’d had enough.
You could hear footsteps from behind and you sighed and swung around. “Matt I really don’t want to-” You cut yourself off as you see Klaus standing there.
“Talk right now.” You whispered as he walked towards you.
“*yn* I can explain.” He spoke and the use of your real name sounded strange rolling off his tongue.
“It’s ok you don’t need to, I get it.” You murmured and he looked at you in confusion.
“I’m just some stupid human right? Mortal and weak. Why would a thousand year old original vampire hybrid be interested in me.” You scoffed forcing a harsh laugh.
“Why would you be interested in me if you could have Caroline. A strong, beautiful and brave vampire.” You murmured.
“That’s not it-”
“Stop lying.” You hissed. “Why else would you just invite her and replace me?”
“It was because you said no that I invited her!” He bellowed. “It’s because I can’t stop thinking about you and I shouldn’t be. You’re right you are a human. And a powerful monster like me shouldn’t care for an innocent girl like you.” He whispered.
“I needed to get you out of my head but it didn’t work!” He yelled. “Even when I’m with her all I think about is you, your innocence, your beauty, your fire, everything.” He whispered and you stared at him as he spoke and you realised how close he was to you.
“You shouldn’t feel things for me.” He murmured his voice cracking.
“I’m a monster, you’re an angel. It isn’t supposed to work.”
“You know what they say right?” You ask and his silence gives you the go ahead to speak.
“Even good girls need a little bad in their life.”
With those words his blazing eyes locked with mine and for a moment I swear everything came to a stand still. Klaus and you were frozen in time just looking at each other. And then it sped up.
Suddenly his lips crashed to yours and you reacted instantly, your body moulding into his as his firm hands grip onto your waist. It was a passionate yet hasty kiss as you ran your hands through his hair as he backed you up against the balcony railing.
The two of you pull apart and try to catch your breathe.
“I can show you the world.” He whispered against your lips.
“Let me?” He continued and you stared at him for a moment before pressing your lips hastily to his hopefully given him the answer he desired.
Soulmate AU: You Can See Color Once You Meet Your Soulmate II
@kurtwxgners I’m gonna do something Frank in the future for you but until then, Soft Boy Trio ™ Member Jonathan!
You had been
blessed with artistic abilities, specifically when it came to drawing and
painting. Starting in your youth, when you could hold a pencil or crayon just
right enough to make a coherent image, people had praised you on your skills.
And, when you got old enough, you began to pat yourself on the back as well: The
shadows were placed just right, you knew your way about light reflection for
the most part, and even your least realistic pieces had some charm to them that
you couldn’t help but find yourself impressed by.
Now all you
needed was for your soulmate to come along, give you the ability to see color,
and you’d be all set.
Requested: Could I request a Kyungsoo scenario where he gets jealous that you’re so close with the members with fluff please? :) ~ HELL YEAH.
Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader
Rating: PG-13 with a lot of suggestive stuff *coughs*
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“You have to stretch,” Chanyeol says in your ear. “C’mon, just a little farther.”
all about flexibility,” Yixing adds from your other side. “You have to
be flexible to make something beautiful with us, Y/N.”
groan, struggling to do as they say. Finally, it’s too much and you
slam your palms against the piano keys in defeat, wincing at the jarring
sound. “It’s impossible. I just can’t reach all the keys at once – my
hands are too small. I don’t know how people do this.”
sitting on the bench of the grand piano in the EXO dorm room with Yixing
and Chanyeol on either side of you, and the three of you are trying to
write a song together for Junmyeon’s birthday. Only, two years of piano
lessons in grade school really isn’t a huge help to you right now,
especially since you’re not much bigger than you were as a kid. All
that’s changed is your face has gotten more angular and your body has
filled out, to your relief. But you still have child hands. And it
Baekhyun and Sehun are there too, sprawled on the couch and
blowing up balloons in the middle of goofing around. Kyungsoo is
sitting on the loveseat and flipping through a Martha Stewart magazine
(you’d bought it for him as a joke but he’d accepted the gift
seriously), trying to find the perfect birthday cake recipe. Early
afternoon sunlight is pouring through the glass doors of the living
room, the television is on and serving as peaceful background noise, and
you’re surrounded by your closest friends. You’re distracted briefly
from your frustration by this happy realization, and you smile to
yourself. How lucky you are to have been blessed with them in your life.
“Your hands aren’t that small,” Chanyeol nudges your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts.
scowl. “Oh yeah? Hold up yours.” Biting his lip, he does and you place
your palm against his. The tips of your fingers just barely reach his
knuckles. “You were saying, Yeol?” The three of you laugh, and Chanyeol
laces his fingers with yours, placing your twined hands against his
“Maybe I’ll just teach you the drums,” he chuckles and you
sigh wryly. That’s when you feel something – the intangible sensation of
someone watching you – and you look over to find Kyungsoo’s eyes on
you. Specifically, on your hand in Chanyeol’s. For some reason, you feel
the need to pull your hand back, but Kyungsoo quickly looks away before
you can move.
“Why don’t I take a break?” you turn back to Yixing
and Chanyeol. “You guys keep working. You’ll probably make actual
progress without my non-musical ass in the way.”
“What ass?” Sehun
calls from the other side of the room. “The only one with an ass here
is me, proud founder of the Sebooty, established 1994.”
“Yeah, well at least I don’t store all my talent in my butt,” you retort cheerfully.
“And where do you store yours?”
gesture to your chest. “In my boobs, like any other respectable woman.”
Sehun sputters while the rest of the boys crack up – except Kyungsoo,
you notice. He’s been acting strange lately. You’ve always had a rather
crude sense of humor, which is why the boys feel so comfortable around
you, and Kyungsoo used to laugh right along with everyone else. But now
even the most unassuming things will put him off, and he’ll draw away
from you as if you’ve done something wrong. It makes you sad, but you’re
not sure how to bring up the subject to him, or if you even should.
After all, it could have nothing to do with you, and you were never one
to jump to conclusions anyway.
Deciding that you’ll show him some
extra attention to help draw him out of his shell, you head over to the
loveseat and plop down beside Kyungsoo, setting you head on his
shoulder. He seems to thaw a bit at this and playfully knocks his head
“How’s the cake quest going?” you ask as you scan
the glossy magazine pages on his lap. “Please tell me we’re not doing
red velvet. Not tonight, anyway,” you wiggle your brows at Baekhyun and
he cackles. But you really don’t have a clue what kind of cake Myeon
Of all the EXO boys, Junmyeon is the member you’re the
most respectful towards, only because you’ve never had the chance to
really spend time with him and become familiar with him. As the leader,
he has the most responsibilities and therefore the least free time.
“What flavor does Myeon oppa like? I’m guessing he’d go for something
classy like pineapple-upside-down or marble.”
Kyungsoo’s shoulder feels stiff beneath your cheek. “What makes you say that?”
You shrug. “He’s a classy guy. He’s like Suave
shampoo personified, so I figure his tastes are the same too. I know,
I’ll ask Minseok.” You slide your phone out of your jeans pocket, about
to text Minseok who’s out with the rest of the
Distract-Junmyeon-From-the-Surprise-Party-Team, when you see that you
have unread messages from Jongdae. Grinning, you open up the chat.
a picture of Junmyeon standing in front of the mirror in a dressing
room hallway, checking himself out. He’s dressed almost formally in
well-fitting slacks, a maroon button-down shirt, and a gray tie. You
notice that he looks…nervous.
Fearless leader thinks we’re helping him get ready for a blind date,
Jongdae wrote under that. Then there’s another picture. You enlarge it
to see a photo of a pretty girl, taken from behind, and you’re marveling
at the way the dress she’s wearing accents her toned legs and
surprisingly broad shoulders – and then your eyes fall on the next
picture, and you clap your hand over your mouth, guffawing.
Maybe he should go through the whole date blind,
Jongdae captioned it. You agree, because the last picture shows the
girl’s face – except it’s not a girl, it’s Jongin. Wearing a dress and a
wig and heels, smiling seductively at the camera.
Damn, she fine, you type back and hit send, wiping tears from your eyes.
“What’s so funny?” Kyungsoo asks with a small smile. He’s watching you almost as if he’s memorizing the way you laugh.
you shake your head. Leave it to him, Minseok, and Jongin to pull such a
trollish stunt. Poor Junmyeon. But it would be all the more sweet to
then come back to a surprise party.
“Ah,” Kyungsoo says quietly.
“Jongdae.” You feel his body beside you expand and contract with a
silent sigh, and then he gets up, murmuring, “I’m gonna go make that
cake now.” And he walks away, disappearing into the kitchen. You watch
him go, then look down at the loveseat where the magazine with the
recipes still rests. Aish. What is with this boy? You run a hand through
your hair, grab the magazine, and head after him into the kitchen.
gathering ingredients when you arrive, vanilla extract, eggs, sugar,
flour. Without a word, you join him, retrieving the baking ware from the
drawers. You set it all on the counter neatly beside the magazine and
when he joins you at the counter, still not looking at you, you slide
your arms around him and pull him into a hug. After a moment, his arms
come around you too and he buries his face in the crook of your neck.
Something’s definitely off with him, you’re sure of it now, and his
unnamed pain makes your heart clench.
“I’m sorry,” you exhale.
“For what?” He sounds genuinely confused – and muffled.
whatever it is that I’m doing to make you sad. You’re so important to
me, Kyungsoo-yah, and I would never intentionally hurt you. You know
At this, Kyungsoo pulls away to examine your face.
“Is that what you think?” You’re taken aback at the surprise in his
voice, how visibly upset he is. “That you’re hurting me? Y/N, you could
never hurt me. Seeing you only brings me happiness – you only make my
day better. Aish.” He tugs you against him again and tucks you under his
chin, and you embrace him back with relief.
“But then what is upsetting you?”
It’s a long moment before he replies and when he does, all he says is, “Me.”
you can respond to this, Baekhyun suddenly waltzes into the kitchen
with his phone in his hands. “Minseok just texted saying we only have a
couple more hours to prepare, so to ‘hurry the fuck up’.” He glances up
from his phone and sees you and Kyungsoo still embracing, and he smiles
slyly. “Are we working hard or hardly working here, slackers?”
“Says the guy who blew a grand total of two balloons,” you roll your eyes, untangling yourself from Kyungsoo.
“Point taken. Maybe you can give me some tips on the art of…blowing.”
your right, Kyungsoo snatches the magazine from the counter and flips
through the pages at a speed too quick to actually read anything. “Maybe
you can get off your lazy ass and actually help us,” he snaps.
Baekhyun says brightly. He comes over to stand at attention by your
side, but Kyungsoo drags him away and points to the ingredients. “Start
measuring those out.”
“You picked what kind of cake we’re making?” you ask Kyungsoo.
looks up at you with the softest eyes, and you feel a strange flutter
in your chest. “Marble,” he nods. “Like you said, it’s what Junmyeon
would want. And I hope we all get what we want someday.”
the three of you, the cake gets done pretty quickly. Somewhere in the
middle of it all, Baekhyun puts music on, and now you’re all singing
along loudly to an old Girls Generation song as you work.
Baekhyun is pouring the batter into a pan, shaking his hips in time to
the rhythm, while Kyungsoo expertly pares an orange across a zester to
collect tangy garnish. You’re in the zone yourself as you whip the life
out of the milk, butter, sugar, and vanilla to make frosting, and you
belt out the chorus of the song with the boys, a horrible harmony to
their lovely melodies. Whatever, you don’t care. You’re having fun.
carefully moves the now-full pan into the oven and yells, “Touchdown!”
as he closes it. You and Kyungsoo whoop and high-five him, and you set
down the frosting, satisfied with it.
“Guys, taste this and tell
me if it’s good,” you say. You dip your finger in and hold out a dollop
to Kyungsoo, who scrapes it off with a spoon and gives it try.
“Ah, that’s perfect,” he grins and returns to his zesting.
wanna try,” Baekhyun chimes in and you wave him over, holding out
another dollop to him. Unlike Kyungsoo, however, he doesn’t have a spoon
so he just catches your finger in his hand and puts it in his mouth,
maintaining eye contact all the while. You wrinkle your nose and pull
away, laughing, and Baekyun licks his lips approvingly – and then you
hear a sharp gasp.
You look over just as Kyungsoo tears his gaze
from you and Baekhyun to his hand – that’s now bleeding. He drops the
grater with a curse.
“Oh, Soo, are you okay?” You hurry over to him, but he just shuffles over to the sink to rinse his wound.
“Should I get the medical kit?” Baekhyun asks, all joking gone. “Do you need stitches?”
fine,” he says gruffly. “Just…finish the cake. You two don’t really
need me at this point anyway.” And with that, he shuts the tap off and
stalks out of the kitchen, and you’re left staring after him yet again.
sink against the counter and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Why does
he get like this?” you mutter. “One minute, we’re best friends, and the
next, he won’t even look at me.”
Baekhyun turns the music off on his phone and rolls his eyes. “C’mon, Y/N. He’s just tired of your games, that’s all.”
You straighten immediately and stare at him. “What are you talking about? I’m not playing any games.”
you are. You’re playing hard-to-get, and honestly, even I was getting
tired of watching it. Why do you think I was flirting so obviously with
you? I was trying to get your boy to finally make a move because I
didn’t think you were ever going to.”
what?” This is too much to process at once, and you stare at the bloody
zester in wonder. Kyungsoo…likes you? And that’s why he’s so upset?
Because he thinks you’re toying with him?
“But wait,” you shake your head. “He told me earlier that he wasn’t upset with me, he’s upset with himself. That doesn’t fit with your story.”
considers this, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Why would he be mad at
himself?” he muses. “Maybe he thinks he’s not trying hard enough to win
you over. And what would give him that idea?” Baekhyun’s eyes slide to
yours and widen. “Does he even know that you like him?”
You’re at a loss for words.
Baekhyun’s gaze is piercing on you, and then he lets out a little incredulous laugh. “Do you like him, Y/N?”
pieces are slowly coming together in your head and in harmony with your
heart, and you place your hand over your chest, feeling the racing
pulse. What an idiot, you are. I hope we all get what we want someday. Someday is today, you realize. “Yes,” you murmur. And then again, louder, “Yes.”
then go end the game! Tell him that he won!” You snap to your senses
and nod, racing out of the kitchen, past the living room when you see
he’s not there, and up the stairs to his room. But now that you’re here,
on the literal and metaphorical threshold of something so amazing,
you’re not sure how to proceed. You can’t just barge in and say, Hey, I just realized I love you, let’s get married and have babies. And
he’s hurting too, in many different ways, and he probably thinks you
have a thing for Baekhyun – which is horrifying, and you’ve never done
something like this before and—
“Y/N?” You whirl around to find Kyungsoo behind you. So he wasn’t even in his room. Of course.
Kyungsoo-yah,” you manage. You’re nervous – god, why are you so
nervous? Your hands are clammy and your stomach is in knots and why
haven’t you noticed before how lovely his eyes are and how soft his lips
look and how beautiful his smile is—
He’s smiling. Why is he
smiling? You’re about to ask him, when he catches your face gently
between his hands and places the most tender kiss on your mouth. You
gasp a little against his lips before melting into him. He’s so reverent
with you, in the way he holds you against him and kisses you that it
takes you a moment to open your eyes when he pulls back.
“You…heard what I said in the kitchen?” you guess.
Kyungsoo quirks a brow in amusement. “No. Chanyeol told me that I hit the lotto, and I just never went to collect my prize.”
You groan. “Were they all in on this? This scheme to get us together?”
“Well, in that case,” you grin and tug him closer by the collar of his shirt. “You can call me monster.”