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Russian names: pet names

As in, names for loved ones, not for pets, although those are fun, too.

(I’ve been considering a post like this for a long time, and then I got an ask requesting it, so I decided to go ahead and pick up my drafts. Dear person who requested it, I’m very sorry, I accidentally clicked “send” before I took note of your URL, that’s why I’m not tagging you. Credits for prompting this are yours, anyway.)

Most Russian partners and spouses address and refer to each other by the diminutives or their first names, sometimes using a slightly different version than everyone else (Vitka or Vitenka, rather than just Vitya, Yurka or Yurochka rather than Yura), but generally, they use the same names for each other as their siblings and close friends use for them.

Also, Russians in general (especially Russian men, Georgi Popovich notwithstanding) are a little (okay, a lot) more reserved than people in a lot of other countries; ending every phone call with “I love you”, making sure there are always fresh flowers in the house and bringing each other breakfast in bed isn’t something that happens very often, not even in novels.. 

Therefore, not a lot of Russians make up pet names for each other, call each other something new and sweet every day or even explicitly say “I love you” at all. 

That said, pet names still do exist, and people do use them - sometimes sincerely, and sometimes jokingly or even in mocking.

Before I begin my three-page rant on Russian nicknames, I’d like to make sure we’re clear about three things.

First, my transliteration isn’t the only correct way to spell it. There’s often no right way to transliterate some words or letters, so if you see and like some other way to spell some word - go ahead and use that, it most possibly doesn’t matter. Just watch out for o/a and e/i in unstressed syllables (it’s YurOchka, VitEnka), because those, if spelled wrong, look like spelling mistakes rather than alternative transliterations.

Second, YMMV. Russia is huge. Dialects exist. People are different. There’s a good chance someone may use some words differently, and that’s okay.

Third, I hope everyone’s aware that it’s also okay to use any words you like in your fanfic, even if they only sound Russian, or don’t even sound Russian at all; it’s your text, you’re the one who’s creating the universe your characters live in; the Russia in your fanfic doesn’t have to be exactly the same as the Russia that exists in our world.

If, however, you want to stick to the real-life Russian pet names, this text is for you.

The first thing that’s important to remember when picking a Russian endearment is gender. A lot of Russian words aren’t gender-neutral, and using the wrong gender makes it hilarious if the person is secure in their gender or offensive, if they have gender-related issues. So please, make sure you pick a gender-neutral word or use the correct version of a gendered one. I marked all feminine words with an f, and all masculine with an m, and explicitly stated if the word is gender-neutral.

The word most frequently used in fanfic, “дорогой(m, dorogoy)/дорогая(f, dorogaya)” is, indeed, the equivalent for “darling”, but in real life it’s hardly ever used as an endearment. Instead, it’s more of a word for old married couples: “Dorogaya, you ruined my life, - You’re not exactly a gift yourself, dorogoy!”. It’s used ironically or jokingly much more often than as an actual way to address someone you love. It’s also the same word as “expensive”, so statements like “Moya dorogaya is very dorogaya, that’s the third silver necklace this week” aren’t unheard of.

Much more often used is “милый(m, miliy)/милая(f, milaya)”. It basically means the same - “dear/darling” - but sounds more gentle and intimate. Young women use that, along with lubimiy, on girly forums to refer to their boyfriends (”Last night miliy said that I…”).

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BTS Reaction to their s/o writing a song

[requests are open]

A/N: I lowkey cried while writing this :’( but anyway it’s not that great lol

-Kim Seokjin-

Jin would walk into your shared room when he tripped on a box filled with journals that was left by the door. Bending down, he picked one up and began flipping through the pages, instantly recognizing your handwriting. Not wanting to invade your privacy, Jin was about to place the notebook back where it was when a certain page caught his eye. Looking at it he realized that it was lyrics to a song that you had written yourself. His heart broke as he read the lyrics over and over again, each word burning into his brain.

Sitting on the bed, he tossed the book to the side and held his head in his hands. You had written about your relationship with Jin. How the time you spent together never seemed to be enough. How you seemed to feel so lonely, even with his presence. The part that seemed to haunt him the most was where you had said it was better for things to end now before someone got hurt.

Hearing the door open, he looked up at you with tear stained cheeks. Noticing the journal that lay open beside him, you looked back at him with saddened eyes. “Jin.” you’d say, reaching out to him. Pulling away slowly, he kept his eyes locked with yours. 

“Is this how you felt (y/n)? Why didn’t you tell me? We- I- could have found a way to fix this.” he’d say, more tears spilling from his eyes as he looked at you.

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-Kim Namjoon-

Namjoon would have found the song you had written while he was scrolling on your computer. Reading the lyrics you wrote had saddened him not only because knew it was true, but because he realized how much you were hurting each other. The last couple months had been stressful and filled with the constant fights you two had nearly every night. You had written about it in the song and he felt all your emotions in every word. He chose not to say anything about it, but began to distance himself away from you, not wanting to fight and cause either of you anymore pain. 

Namjoon wouldn’t meet your eyes and always left the room when you were at the dorm. You obviously noticed the way he was acting, so you decided to confront him about it. Following him to his room, you were about to speak when he said, “I’ve seen it. The song you wrote.” Knowing exactly what he was talking about, your heart dropped. “Joonie.” you whispered softy.

He had turned to you, dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around your torso, tears falling fast. “Please tell me (y/n). Tell me how I can fix this. Tell me how to fix us.” he sobbed, his forehead resting against your stomach.

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Too Many Secrets

Pairing: The Avengers Team x Reader

Warning: Swearing // Dirty Secrets

A/N: I was watching FRIENDS the other day and got this idea from one of the episodes. But I changed it by a lot.

“Oh no, some of still have secrets.” Tony shakes his head as you roll your eyes.

“Aside from things we’ve done before coming here, but as a household we’re pretty open with each other.” Sam shrugs.

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Title: Settle For Me
Character: Jake Peralta
A/n: I listened to the “Crazy Ex-Girlfriend” soundtrack and for some reason this song just screamed Jake to me, I dunno why. Give it a listen and lemme know if you agree.

“You’re staring at him again.”

Your chin fell from your hand and you looked up wide eyed at Rosa who was staring you down with her usual unamused expression.

You sat up in your desk chair, smoothing out your hair and presuming your case report as you cleared your throat. “Maybe I was.”

Rose clicked her tongue, reclining in her chair as she folded her arms, the leather material of her jacket making small squelch noises. “Why don’t you just ask him out, it’s obvious you have a thing for him.”

“I can’t! Then he’ll know!” You told her with a distressed expression as you cast a small glance over at the cute detective across the room.

His name was Josh and you had been harboring a small crush over him ever since he started working at the precinct a couple months ago. On his first day, he accidentally spilled coffee all over your new white blouse, and after dozens of apologies he told you to take his NYPD jacket to cover the mess.

He was just so dishy, a kind smile, the most dazzling blue eyes you’d ever seen on a person, and one of those jawlines that looked like it could cut butter.

“He’s too good looking for me,” You reasoned, the speed of your typing increasing the more you thought on it. “I’ll just admire from afar.”

Rose exhailed sharply and rested her elbows on the top of her desk she was intimidatingly close. “Look, I don’t care but you should know that anyone would be lucky to be with you,” Her eyes took one glance at how your eyes lit up and she went back to her work. “And I don’t care, just man the hell up and ask him.”

You smiled at her, knowing she was trying to be supportive the best she could.

Just a couple feet away from your desks was Jake Peralta, unhappily switching gaze between you and Josh, noticing the doey look you were giving him much to Jake’s annoyance.

Jake let out a sigh, starting to fill out some forms and not-so-subtlety looking up at Amy, waiting for a response.

When he got nothing he sighed again, louder this time and dramatically tossing aside his pencil.

Amy gave him one glance before going back to her work.

Jake frowned. “Alright, you obviously can tell I’m in a distressed state and want to vent, the least you can do is pretend to care.”

Amy rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you go find Boyle or Gina?”

“Boyle’s on that family trip and Gina found a new place to practice her dance moves.”

Amy followed his hand and saw Gina sparatically dancing in the evidence room with a huge pair of headphones on.

“Okay,” Amy said quietly, pushing away her keyboard. “I’m just gonna pretend I didn’t see that, what do you want?”

Jake pretended to toss back his hair. “Thank you, it’s nice to feel appreciated,” He said, taking a great deal of pleasure in her annoyed scowl. “I’ve been into (Y/n) for over a year now, why does she like that tool more than me?” He asked, throwing a quick gesture over to Josh.

Amy looked over at him and smiled. “Oh yeah, the cute one.”

Jake groaned, falling back into his chair. “What is wrong with you two! I’m a catch!”

Amy snorted, folding her hands neatly on her desk. “Well let’s start with the easiest things. For one, he is exceedingly more handsome than you, definitely more in shape, he’s sweet and charismatic, doesn’t have a weird attachment to the one nice jacket he owns and his credit is impeccable.”

Jake looked at her with his mouth agape. “Well glad to know you put a lot of thought into this, Santiago. And for the record! I have tons of jackets.” He said, grabbing his leather jacket and tossing it onto the floor behind him.

Amy stood up from her seat, grabbing her coffee mug and looking at him with an unimpressed expression. “I guess add that he’s less petty than you onto the list now too.”

Jake pouted. “Dammit, she got me.”

He looked over at you again, noticing the small peices of hair falling out of the updo your hair was in and how your fingers tapped on your desk and he found himself smiling softly.

Jake stood up, quickly plucking his jacket off the ground. “I’m sorry, she made me do it, just ignore her.” He whispered to it before putting on and adjusting his hood over the collar.

“Hey, (Y/n)!” He said, casually strolling up to your desk and attempting a charming smile. “Wanna go grab a coffee with me?”

You looked up at him and smiled. “Yeah, sure. I could use a break.”

Jake smiled and offered his arm to you. “After you.”

The whole walk to the coffee shop, you and Jake talked about everything under the sun, cracking small jokes to one another and just having a lovely little moment together.

Jake just couldn’t stop thinking about how great a couple the two of you would make. You and him just understood each other and for him, you were the most easiest person in the world to talk to.

Not to mention he felt his entire insides turn to jelly when you leaned into him after a particularly hearty chuckle, still having your arm linked with his. He wanted to be that close to you all the time.

Then he would remember you had a crush on someone else and it really killed the mood.

But what really bothered him was that Josh never really seemed to notice you the same way, he was polite to you but never went out of his way to talk to you. And Jake couldn’t understand how someone lucky enough to hold your affection would just ignore you.

The two of you sat down at a little table near the window and continued to talk about small things while you waited for your coffee.

Jake watched how your fingers would sometimes tug onto your lips when you were trying to think of something or the way you tapped your foot to the beat of the music playing in the background.

“Can I confess something?”

You were about to respond when a barista came over and set down two mugs of coffee on the table. “A secret from Jake Peralta? I’m all ears.”

Jake laughed, twirling his mug by the handle. “I just wanted to tell you that I really think the world of you, I think you’re brilliant at your job.”

He looked up and saw you eyeing him curiously over the brim of your mug and he cleared his throat before continuing. “And I know that you have a thing for Josh,”

You choked a little on your coffee, placing the cup down before covering the lower half of your face with your hand. “H-How did you know that?” Flushing when you heard him chuckle.

Jake looked at you with such fondness it almost took you back a little. “C'mon, I know you better than anyone in 99, plus you’re really not that subtle.”

He shook his head. “Not the point though, what I mean is I’ve had a crush on you for forever and I wanted to know if you would give me a shot,” Jake said quickly, noticing the surprised look on your face. “I know I’m literally nothing like Josh, word around the office is that he’s a dreamboat but don’t take my word for it.”

Your brows furrowed. “You have a crush on me?”

Jake nodded and looked down at his coffee. “Yup, I mean I totally don’t mind being your second, I just can’t shake the feeling that we’d be really good together. So, I was uh, hoping you’d let me at least give me a try. I mean we’re great partners and I like being with you” He laughed. “Call it a sad version of fate.”

You smiled at him and shook your head. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice, I must have been pretty oblivious.”

Jake blew a raspberry. “God, you were the worst! I was worried I’d have to go full Boyle or have Gina come up with an interpretive dance to tell you.”

You laughed, taking a moment to look at him. “You deserve a lot better than to be a second choice, Jake. Tell you what, why don’t we go out somewhere Friday night, maybe we could see a movie?”

Jake gave you smile that just beamed happiness and he held out his hand. “(Y/f/n), are you asking me out?”

You took his hand and kissed the back of it, causing Jake to let out a totally manly squeal. “Yes, I am.”

Jake was properly blushing, but he cleared his throat and wheezed. “Thought you’d never ask.”

“...Of Your Life.”

Requested by an anon. I’ve probably never said it before but I really love Christian my guy. 

Originally posted by highgrnder

Christian and you were goals, no one could deny that. You’ve known with Christian since his C-Clown days in 2012. You bonded over so much. Both of you were apart of KPOP groups, you both had the same position in the group. Both of you were leaders. But when his group disbanded, you were there for him, that’s when he confused his love for you.

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dates and accidental confessions

Originally posted by fy-wonpil

[ wonpil ] 


word count; 1.1k

genre; fluff

summary - you were apprehensive over a blind date your friend had set up for you, but a sweet first date with a cute stranger may not be so bad. afterwards, you’re delighted to have met this stranger, however you excitedly confess your feelings to the wrong person.

You internally cursed Y/F/N as you completed your makeup. You stared at your reflection, feeling unsure and apprehensive about the blind date that your best friend had set up for you. First dates made you nervous anyways but a blind date seemed even more nerve-racking. You had no idea what this guy was like. You were going to just have to take your friends word for it and trust them. You broke up with your last boyfriend over a year ago and had been single since. Y/F/N had tried setting you up on numerous of dates which had all failed or just not worked out. You and your friend met up for food after lectures the other day and as you were were casually sitting in the small restaurant and chatting, she nonchalantly let it slip that she set you up (without your permission) on a blind date. After you complained about Y/F/N not informing you, she began to ramble on that she knew the guy - he was one of her college friends brother or something, you couldn’t quite remember since you tuned out. You could have easily declined your friends offer, but you knew she’d nag you and give out to you for not going out and meeting people, or something along those lines, so you decided to go just so your friend couldn’t say anything.

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joshua highschool!au

summary: you and joshua hong were strangers at a tutoring academy but what happens when he moves to your school and you guys bond over music and small cute moments?

genre: fluff, slice of life, semi-real life 

style: bullet-point 

length: 4.4k 

a/n: so this is something i’ve wanted to write for a while because it’s actually semi real life (not me ofc i cry someone i know) and i think their story is super cute. i’ve made some alternatives e.g. in real life it’s a church/school setting but because i’m posting on tumblr i decided to change it to a tutoring academy/school setting. but do let me know if you want a  version of the original setting :) also this ended up being really really long (mainly bc i know like a lot of exact details and wanted to include as much as i can) and im unsure if you guys like my writing style but im hoping to improve more over time as i hopefully write more bullet point styled scenarios :) 

  • so you’ve been going to this tutoring academy for a while and you go like once a week
  • you actually look forward to tutoring bc u were actually put in a really good class where everyone is friends and even have a group chat for memes 
  • anyways theres this guy called joshua who sits at the back
  • and hes like the most handsome guy in the class and all the girls /not so/ secretly fawn over him 
  • and like there are loads of rumours about him which claim that he opened his own lil company that makes apps and stuff which earns him $$$ at the age of 12 and how he like used a drone to capture the whole of his relatives wedding and how he like mastered 3 instruments and is a tech genius and on top of that really smart
  • which you obviously dont believe because thats not even human ??
  • anyways you do admit he’s sort of ok-above-average lookswise but u aint that shallow because he has a bad personality and you just hate him 
  • but you have evidence for hating him !! 
  • one time you accidentally walked into him verbally being mean to this other poor guy 
  • so you naturally just assumed he was a bully and had a bad impression of him
  • you thought he was a prideful annoying rude and horrible person 
  • and you just dont understand the hype about him at the tutoring academy 
  • like they literally give out flyers with his face on it ?? umm ?? what marketing purposes lmao 
  • anyways one day at tutor
  • your friend kyulkyung is like omg did u hear joshua is transferring to our school next year hdkhfaaku
  • kyulkyung is highkey a fangirl of him and always tries to talk you into him being a lil angel and nice person but you just snort lol
  • anyways you obviously dont care that he’s going to your school next year so you just shrug whatever 
  • later that night when u get home u get a friend request on facebook from…dun dun DUNNNN what a surprise joshua hong 

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Unexpected Miracle

Request: Hi I just wanted to know if you could do one where the reader and Derek are together in high school and when they graduate they decide to break their relationship because they will be going away for college and they don’t end on a great note so when the reader finds out she’s pregnant when she get to her college she hide it from everyone. Maybe during winter break both her and Derek are back home and she tries to avoid him? You can pick the ending!I love your writing so much!

Tags: @megant22, @sexywolfsfordays, @houseofrahl, @sterek-basically, @kittycatgirlmaddie, @misshinehou, @unbreakablevoices, @champagneblues, @dallysgreasergirl, @juliaspnlover, @cineyou, @lipstickstainsandwerewolfchains, @fallenangel-13x

Word count: 2078

Author’s note: Wow! I really hope I won’t let down anyone with how this turned out (especially the sweet Anon who sent in the request) – I just kinda feel like it’s not my best work, you know? I feel awful about it, I really do. But let me know what you think, I’m nonetheless curious about your opinion. :) Also, a confession: I wanted to finish it up yesterday, but I accidentally left my notebook at school, in which I had most of the fic written down, so I had to wait until today. I was literally going nuts until I had my notebooks in my hands again, haha!

Your name: submit What is this?

Christmas is gone, and so far, I have been succeeding in avoiding Derek. However, my luck lasted only as long as my parents figured out they should probably invite him over during the holiday, since we had been in such a long and serious relationship, and they loved his polite puppy self, too. I tried to make excuses or come up with ideas why I couldn’t possibly be here while Derek is at ours, but my mother said sternly, “Then you cancel all your plans. It wouldn’t hurt to at least wish him a merry Christmas and a happy new year, now, would it?”

This is how I ended up sitting on our couch, deliberately making a show of sulking to try and get my parents to let me off the hook and escape before Derek would arrive – why won’t they understand that I just can’t bare to see him?

My leg is bouncing against the ground in my anxiety, and my teeth sink into my bottom lip nervously. I perk up whenever I hear something remotely similar to the doorbell, but it’s never him. Nausea starts taking over me yet again, and I feel like I’m a fugitive who is to be executed. I want to go to the bathroom to be there if I were to vomit, but of course, this is the moment Derek decides to ring the bell, asking for entrance into the house.

“Could you open it for him, (Y/N)?” asks my mother from the kitchen. I let out an exasperated sigh before heading to the lobby.

“Hello, (Y/N),” greets Derek, but I don’t miss the fact that his face is lacking a smile. I nod to him in response, stepping to the side to let him in. He enters and kicks off his shoes, only for my mother to come to welcome him, too.

“Sweetheart,” she coos, opening her arms to hug Derek. I swallow back my frustration at the sight of that, and try to ignore my developing nausea as best as I can. My mother makes a brief small talk with my ex-boyfriend, then looks at me, “Chicken’s not done yet. Would you mind taking Derek to your room for the time being?”

“Sure,” I shrug, nonchalant, forcing a smile on my face when my mother shoots me a disapproving glare. I nod to him to follow me up the stairs, and we enter my room. I feel dizzier by the minute but I do my best not to give any external signs of that. I don’t want anyone – especially Derek – to figure out I’m carrying his child under my heart. Not after the way we decided to go our separate ways.

I was over at his at the time, the end of summer. Everything was perfect until we started talking about getting admitted to universities. Soon, a quarrel developed between us, regarding our choices, how far we were going to be from each other, how we wouldn’t be able to maintain our relationship, and that it wasn’t worth it – we would grow unattached anyway, it would be a matter of time. And with that, he told me to leave.

I only figured out about our child later on.

The sickness began and I tested myself with several methods – all of them were positive. After then, I moved to my flat and we haven’t seen each other ever since. Until today. And I’m not intend to put pressure on him by telling him about the baby.

As he’s giving me a once-over, he notes, “You’ve gained weight.”

I roll my eyes mockingly, “Thanks, good to see you too, really.”

“That was just an observation,” he dismisses me, but his eyes earn a tad worried gleam as he goes on, “Is college stressing you out too much?”

I purse my lips as I shake my head. I feel like fleeing to the bathroom to puke, but I resist the urge – I have to resist the urge. I can wait. I can wait until my mother calls us downstairs. I can.

Derek takes a step closer to me, concern clearly present in his gaze and posture. “(Y/N)? Talk to me,” he requests. “I know we broke up harshly, but I want to make sure you’re fine.”

“I’m no longer your responsibility,” I shrug him off, but when he makes a face at me, I lie, “I’m okay.”

Derek shakes his head dismissively, “Your heart’s just betrayed you.”

I huff out a laugh at that, “I know you’re studying to be a behavioural analyst at the FBI, but don’t use your mojo on me. Thanks.”

Derek’s eyebrows furrow in concern. Before I know it, he has me backed against the wall, arms bracketing my head. The room starts spinning, and I feel like I have a temperature, my body shivering, limbs going weak, mouth gone dry, and a thin sticky layer of moisture begins covering my skin, all of them a sign of nausea. I have no idea what’s going on, why he’s behaving like this all of a sudden, like I’m still his concern, like I still belong to him. I place my damp palms on his chest to push him away. I need to go to the bathroom.

“You go downstairs,” I croak out, heading to the door of my room. I can hear him following me, however, it turns out that not for the reason I want him to.

He catches my wrist in his hand to stop me and turn me around. I wobble on my legs as he does. “And you?”

Why does he want to be with me all of a sudden? Why won’t he bare to be separated, even for just minutes? We’ve spent months separately after all.

“I’ll catch up to you,” I promise him, attempting to pry his fingers off of me.

“Look at me,” he commands, and I do as he told me to, stupid as I am. “What’s the matter?”

“That you’re here,” I answer, not caring about the fact that it chases pain into his chiselled features. “Now leave,” I choke out, sneaking out of his cage to make a beeline for the bathroom quickly. I only realise that Derek was hot on my heels when I shove the door closed with my foot, only for it to fail to collide to its frame – instead, Derek catches it. I don’t even have the chance to switch on the light before I’m bending over the toilet. The next moment, I feel Derek’s soft fingertips brushing over my neck smoothly to support me along.

When I’m done, I slowly sit back on my shins. For the time being, he wipes my mouth meekly with a towel he ran water on, a soft look in his eyes as he does so, warming my insides.

His voice barely brushes through the air as he asks, “What has happened?”

I shake my head, but he slides his hands on my cheeks to prevent me from moving away or averting my gaze.

“We broke up,” I answer quietly. “So it doesn’t matter.”

Derek frowns and gives me a once-over. I can practically hear as the cogs in his brain click into position, realisation dawning on his face after piecing the puzzle together.

He rasps hoarsely, throat dry and voice desperate, “You’re pregnant.”

I stand to walk over to the sink. I can’t bare to look at myself. The only source of light is still the crack between the door and the frame. I wash my face to wash away my nervousness, even if just a tad. Derek isn’t looking at me, just stares at a spot somewhere, his gaze apparently lost in infinity. I can tell he’s shell-shocked, and even in the semi-darkness, I can clearly see that he’s gone pale.

“I’m not expecting anything,” I assure him. “You don’t have to do anything for me.”

Derek looks positively hurt at my words, further confusing me. When he stands, he nearly falls to the side; he has to brace himself against the wall. I can barely catch when he asks weakly, “Does anyone know about it?”

“Besides you?” I shrug. “No. And I’m intend to keep it that way,” I say pointedly.

“Is it mine?” he chokes out, and I have no idea what he wants me to say, what is it that he wants to hear. Biting my lip, I answer warily, “Never mind. I’ll take care of it alone. I’ll manage it. I’m not expecting anything from anyone.”

Suddenly, he moves swiftly and grabs my upper arms – his grip around my limbs tightens, eventually making me hiss out in pain. Even then, he’s not letting go, not a fraction. His eyes are burning an intense red.

“Is it mine?” he asks in a demanding tone. “Did you sleep with anyone else?”

“Derek, I don’t think you have the right to –”

Tell me!” he commands in a near snarl, chasing out a shiver from me. Quietly, weakly, I stutter out, “I-I didn’t.”

I don’t know what reaction I’m expecting from him – fury and disappointment are the first to come to my mind when I ask myself that question. I can’t even find it in me to look at his face, let alone look him in the eye. I squeeze mine closed tightly to shut out him and the entire world.

I’m this close to crying out loud; and then I can hear rustling, and I know Derek left me alone. If I thought the dinner was going to be a disaster, then now I can be sure that it’s going to be Hell. How am I to endure sitting there in tension that could be cut with a knife, knowing that Derek knows, sneaking despising glances at me when my parents can’t see it, spitting out comments to make me sting, doing –

My eyes fly open widely as soon as I feel a tender pressure on my lower belly, warm palms smoothing over my hips. When I look down, the sight of Derek kneeling in front of me welcomes me – he’s still nosing at my belly after the kiss he planted there. I can’t even process what is happening when he murmurs, “Thank God.”

“What?” I want to ask, but no sound comes out of my mouth. Derek offers me a small, tentative, yet giddy smile. I really don’t understand what’s going on. Derek stands, taking my face meekly between his hands, his thumbs stroking over my cheekbones affectionately as he whispers against my lips, hot breath tickling my pink flesh, “I’ve been waiting for a way back into your life.”

I give him a confused glance, making him chuckle briefly, touching his forehead to mine affectionately, his eyes falling closed slowly, contently, “It didn’t take me long to realise how big a mistake I made when I sent you away from my house.” He crowds me back against the wall, arms bracketing me and hips pushing into mine meekly. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you, but I didn’t know how you’d react. Then I tried to call you once, when I broke, but you already changed your number by then, and I couldn’t reach you. Your parents always told me you weren’t home.”

“I wasn’t,” I tell him quietly, feeling guilty in retrospect for shutting him off entirely. “They told me you were asking for me, and asked about my well-being, but I didn’t care.”

Derek shrugs, asking in a tender tone, his fingertips stroking over my belly after sneaking under my clothes, “How long have you known?”

“The beginning of the fall,” I answer without having to think about the date.

“Oh, baby,” he breathes out, holding my cheeks in his hands lovingly. “You should have told me. I would have figured something out to help you. I was dying to be around you again, to be with you again, to be allowed to touch you again. The picture of you being with an unknown guy kept haunting me everyday, and it was getting too much for me to handle,” he groans, as though being in pain.

Reciprocating the gesture, I cup his cheekbones, too, locking gazes with his mesmerising irises, reassuring him, “I’m here now. I’m with you. Have always been, Derek.”

“I’m here for you, too. I’m never leaving you again.”

And with that, he plants a firm, yet coy kiss on my lips by way of sealing his promise.

tutorial: cropping & editing icons on mac

Howdy everyone!

jerry-mod here with your first tutorial! we’re going to go all the way from start to finish, so depending on how much you know, you’ll probably be able to skip some of this. i, however, am leaving no stone unturned. so before we dive in, let’s gather our materials!

  • first of all you’re gonna make sure you’re using a macOS. duh right? it’s in the title.
  • if you have a mac, you have Quicktime, but you know i figured i’d mention it.
  • this tutorial will use Photoshop CC6, however i have used this method on CS5 as well. (really, as long as you can use timeline, you SHOULD be good. the positioning may be a little different though.)
  • you’ll want a frame ripper for this method… unless you’re using pre-made frames or print-screening. i personally use SnapMotion but i’m sure there are more comprehensive ones. 
  • Photoscape is a bonus feature for this tutorial. i’ll show you how to mass edit file names with and without it.

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anonymous asked:

you think a team that gave him SNL, Rolling Stones and a week of LLS is lazy? i don't understand your logic.


ANYWAY.  yes, in some ways I do think they are.  because those weren’t doors that the Harry Styles™ name wouldn’t have opened regardless of who his manager is.  One direction did SNL and the LLS- sure not a whole week, but considering his relationship with both James and Ben, it’s not anything Jeff really had to do much if anything to legit negotiate.  And if the cameron crowe podcast is true (which I personally still haven’t listened to but have no reason to doubt) One Direction was scheduled to be on the cover of Rolling Stone as well and it fell through.

And look! There is NOTHING WRONG with using existing connections.  That’s part of how the game works.  and these WERE great moves.  But that doesn’t mean they weren’t lazy as well.  They were easy grabs. 

Give me something new.  Give me something innovative.  Give me something more than the rehashed bullshit we’ve seen time and again, particularly regarding relationships.  Find other avenues, especially if you’re going to go with the line of wanting to keep his private life private.  Be creative.  Harry is talented and charming on his own.  he just needs to find ways for people to see that.

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Anonymous said: So I saw this quote today and I was wondering if you could do a Dean/reader oneshot based off it? “You don’t know you’ve fallen for someone until after it happens.”

Anonymous said: Hi! First off, I’m addicted to your writing, it’s so good! I was wondering if you could do one where the reader confesses her love to Dean and he doesn’t feel the same way, but after a few weeks/months he starts to fall for her? Whether or not the reader takes him at the end is up to you :) Thank you so much! <3

@-sidetracked- said: Can we make this like, a dean story please where like dean is in love with the reader and he isn’t supposed to be so he tried to forget like all the memories and stuff but she still comes around for Sam and cas and Charlie so he can’t and it’s really hard for him

A/N: I seriously loved these requests so much, thanks guys.

Word count: 4,538

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst.

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Theme Songs: Tracks in the Snow - The Civil Wars, Collapsing Inwards, A Game of Croquet, A Model of the Universe, The Dreams that Stuff is Made Of — Jóhann Jóhannsson, I Can’t Make You Love Me (Adele cover). Spotify Playlist

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Low Heavens (Part II) High Hells (Part III) Train Wreck (Part IV) Just Not Tonight (Part V)


“Anyhow, Sam still doesn’t know it was me who accidentally burned the hole in the carpet,” Dean smirked. “He thinks it was just the person that was there before us.”

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Bonfire (Camp Counselor AU!) Chapter 1

category: flOooOf

pairing: sanha X reader

note: here we go!

As you packed your sunscreen, tank tops, and books in your duffel bag, loud music was blasting in your room. Your mom peeked her head in without your knowledge and turned your stereo off unexpectedly.

You swiveled your head around at her, “What?”

“It’s too noisy! Are you done packing?”

You nodded at her and zipped up your luggage. Since summer just started, you decided to use this time to volunteer at a camp somewhere in the hills. Although you weren’t a really big fan of going outside a lot, the thought of nature seemed to delight you.

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You're An Idiot: 2012 Leo X Reader

Requested: Anonymous asked: Hey! Could you please write something with 2012 Leo? Anything about being his bestfriend? Thank!☺️

Prompt: You and Leo are best friends, but after the big battle in New York City, you start to spiral into sadness due to his coma and many injuries. You spend day and night watching over him until Donnie tells you that you finally need to rest.

Word Count: 1,366

Warnings: Somewhat angst-y?

Author’s Note: I just want to say thank you for being my first request! That means a lot to me! Also, I feel this could’ve been done better

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You remembered meeting Leo when he and his brothers accidentally crashed through your parents’ shop at four in the morning. You didn’t exactly remember what you were doing down there so late at night, but you did recall your parents saying they got a fresh shipment of your favorite candy the day before. You remember screaming your lungs out before Leo clamped a hand over your mouth in sheer panic. The gigantic dog-like creature they were fighting heard you and used your as leverage to get to the turtles. After that it was all a blur, but you remembered waking up in Donatello’s lab and the turtles and Splinter having to explain everything to you. When you went home, Leo came to check up on you after that to make sure you were okay.

After that point, you two started hanging out more and became best friends. And as of now, you were biting back your quiet sobs as it was late at night and the others were sleeping. But you? You were too nervous to even close your eyes for more than two seconds.

You had stayed up late every night without letting the others notice your impending fatigue, making sure Leo was alright. Raph was right there with you, but he fell asleep a lot easier than you did. In the dead of night, you would tend to his wounds and contemplate how life had ended up this way now that you, April, Casey, and the turtles were all living on the outskirts of New York in April’s old summer home. It frightened you to think of what became of everyone you loved back home. You had a family, human friends, and a life back there. Now… now it was all left behind.

“Y/N?” You heard a soft, tired voice call from the hallway.

Your head turned towards the sound of the voice and you noticed Donatello standing in the doorway with a confused and sleepy look on his face. You knew what he was going to say, so you just looked down at your hands to avoid his gaze.

“It’s almost 2:30 in the morning. What are you doing up so late?” Donnie asked.

“I couldn’t sleep,” You replied. “Too busy thinking about things.”

“Y/N, I know what you’re doing. And if Leo was awake he’d-”

“But that’s the thing,” You said, cutting him off, finally looking up at him. “He’s not. And I can’t sleep knowing he’s like this.”

“Listen, I’m going to go off on a limb and say this isn’t the first time you’ve done this. Am I right?” You remained silent. “That’s what I thought. Your health is just as important as his, Y/N. You’ve barely even eaten lately and you need rest, especially after everything that happened in New York. Leo would say the same, and you know that.”’

You knew he was right, but you were too stubborn to tell him so. Instead, you stood from your seat next to Leo’s bed and slowly walked out of the room toward the one April told you that you could occupy. You didn’t bother getting changed, you just let your body fall onto the duty, unused bed, hoping that sleep would come to you soon. It took a while, but you eventually were able to clear your thoughts- something you learned from the occasional meditation session with Leo- and finally find peace in slumber.

You woke up the next morning hearing sounds of rejoice and celebration in another room. You peeled back your eyelids in confusion, only to receive a face full of sunlight coming from the open window beside your bed. You squinted for a moment, rubbed your eyes, and turned over so your back was facing the window. When the light wasn’t in view, you tuned in on the conversation. It was a bit hard to hear since everyone’s voices were overtop of one another, so you went out to look for yourself.

You noticed everyone crowded in the room Leo was sleeping in. And then you heard his voice… Leo’s voice… But it was different, lower, rougher.

Before you even stepped through the threshold you felt the tears form in your eyes. You stared in awe and shock as you noticed Leo leaning upward, talking to his brothers while April and Casey watched happily from the back.

“And Y/N, is she…?”

“I’m fine.” You said, barely above a whisper.

Everyone’s heads snapped towards you. You tilted your head down, shadows from your hair covering your face like a curtain to hide your eyes. Five out of the six who were already in the room could sense your lingering sadness at the sight of Leo, but only one was oblivious to your true feelings at that moment, and I’m sure everyone can figure out who it was.

“Y/N! Look, Leo’s awake!” Mikey shouted happily, bounding over to your side giddily, completely unaware of the tears you were struggling to hide. “Y/N?”

“Uh, Mikey, let’s go outside for a minute.” April offered, putting her hand on his shoulder in order to get him out of the room.

“What? Why?”

“Let’s just go, Mikey.” Raph said, dragging his younger brother outside of the room.

When you heard the door close, Leo finally spoke up. “Y/N, I-”

“Do you know how much I worried?” Your voice was soft and shaky, as if you were struggling to pull out the words. “When they found you… and I saw your limp body… I-I felt like hope was lost. I felt as though I had not only lost my city and my family… but that I lost my best friend. Do you have any idea how awful that feels?!”

Leo flinched when he heard how loud your voice had gotten. You got angry sometimes, sure, but never with him. Not like that. He had fought creatures and villains big and small, but seeing you in such despair almost frightened him. Seeing his best friend that way was something he never, ever wanted to see; but there you were, tears running down your face, leaving behind streaks of glistening saltwater in their path.

“I’m sorry.” Leo looked down at his bruised hands, so he didn’t have to look at you.

“Did you hope you could just play the hero card then? Did-Did you hope that going off on your own would make you invincible? Because guess what Leo? You’re not! I’m not invincible! Your brothers aren’t invincible! No one is! And you’re an idiot if you think that!”

He was silent, knowing that your words were only full of truth.

“Gosh, do you know what I’d do if I lost you?” You ran your finger through your hair as best you could with your trembling fingers. He finally looked back at you, his eyes wide with wonder. “I’d go insane. The one person who actually wants to listen to me and listens to what I have to say would be gone from my life. Could you imagine that? Because I don’t want to.”

“Neither do I.” Leo spoke.

“So promise me something.” You sat at the edge of Leo’s bed and looked him in the eye. “P-Promise me you won’t try to be the leader without your brothers. If you had gotten… well, you know… Point is, your friends need you. Your family needs you! Heck, I need you!”

“Y/N…” Leo was too awestruck to say anything. “I-I…”

“Promise.” You demanded.

“I promise.”

“Good.” You sighed.

“What happens now?” He asked.

“You heal and rest. Donnie told me before that you have a lot of severe injuries that’[ll take awhile to heal. So don’t leave this bed, okay? I mean it.” You said strictly.

“What did I do to get a best friend like you?”

“You crashed through the window of my parents’ shop, remember?” You laughed.

Just on the other side of the door, April and Raphael stood, listening intently through the wicker door with stupid grins on their faces.

“How long before they confess their feelings for each other?” April wondered. “I give it a month.”

“I give it two weeks.” Raph smirked.

A Nap Never Hurt Anyone

Pairing: Graves X Reader
Request: Percival Graves & the reader where she’s his subordinate and has a crush on him and Tina “accidentally” lets it slip? Fluff? Smut is optional? :)
Warnings: Slight smut so if you do not like, please don’t read!
A/N: Alrighty, here’s something to help y'all’s thirsty selves! 99% of the requests in my inbox are smut for Graves and I am loving it!

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Imagine accidentally swapping Stefan and Damons bodies while practising magic.

(This is inspired and is dedicated to the wonderful @shadyladyperfection who thought of this great idea and naturally, I just had to write it. This will be a two-parter, maybe even more, depending if I get some ideas for further parts. Let me know what you think! Happy reading my lovelies!)

Characters: Witch!Reader, Damon, Stefan, Bonnie (mentioned)

Warnings: Slightly foul-mouthed reader, terrible little jokes (does that even count as warnings? I have no idea)

Word count: 883

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Doing magic is hard. Really hard. Especially if you do not have any place to practice in peace. Sure, the Salvatore Boarding House you are currently residing in, has a lot of space, but your friends Stefan and Damon thought it would be best you would practise in the living room. It makes sense, because you pretty much burned your house down the last time you experimented with new spells. You found them written down in a book with your last name on it, which Bonnie found in her collection of grimoires.

So there you are, in the middle of reading this spell: “Corpora stans in conspectu meo dissimili animo et permutare lumen tuum egredientur” (translation will be revealed in the next part)

Damon: “I´m telling you, Batman would destroy Superman.”

Stefan: “No way.”

Of course they discuss this again. It has been a back and forth ever since you forced them to watch a DC Movie.

Damon: “Batman is as strong as Superman and he, unlike Superman, knows how to disguise himself!”

Stefan: “Yeah because a half-face mask is such good disguise.”

Damon: “Better than not wearing any mask at all!!”

It takes every bit of concentration for you to finish speaking the words to the spell, but you are not sure if you might have mispronounces some.

Stefan is about to throw another argument in Damons face as you finish muttering the last part of the spell, as the ground starts to shatter violently. Pictures fall on the ground, glass shatter and you, Stefan and Damon fall on the ground.

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Peter Pevensie x Reader

Request: Peter imagine where he and the reader keep finding themselves in awkward situations (hands brushing, accidental footsie, pressed against each other in a tight place, ect.) and one day Peter snaps and kisses reader? Takes place after Prince Caspian? ♥

Peter Pevensie x Reader - If You Wanted Me That Badly…
Setting: After PC but a slight AU where they stay in Narnia a little longer. 
Contains: N/A
Word Count: 1025


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I laughed alongside the Pevensies and Caspian as we walked around Caspian’s castle. We were all enjoying our time we had left here in Narnia. Who knows, perhaps it’s going to be way shorter than last time. I have a feeling it will be shorter… 

Nonetheless, I still had fun. 

“That couldn’t have had happen, Cas!” I called him by a nickname I came up with. I couldn’t help but think I saw Peter frown a bit when I did. 

“Ah, but it did. I just happened to not be looking and I just got dragged by my horse. It hurt but after looking back at it, I found it to be extremely hilarious,” Caspian chuckled. 

The six of us continued to walk and explore the castle we once raided. It was rather beautiful, but it would never be as magnificent as Cair Paravel. Caspian had said he’ll rebuild Cair Paravel back to it’s former glory. With the help of the fellow Narnians, of course. 

I was walking alongside Peter and our hands brushed together. Surprisingly, his was soft for someone who was always wielding a sword and shield. We both retracted our hands as quickly as possibly because of a sort of electricity we felt. And not because of that sort of static you get after rubbing your feet on carpet and touching someone else. 

We both looked at each other and we both smiled a bit nervously. 

“Sorry…” Peter said. I waved it off.

“It’s fine, it was an accident,” I replied. I tucked my hair behind my ear. Let me tell you this, this isn’t the first time or the last time something like this had happened.

Flashback to the Raid

Peter and I stood back to back in the middle of the room near a door. On both sides of us were Telmarine soldiers. 

“The door, next to us. We’ll have to go through there,” Peter suggested. I nodded my head. 

“Do you think Susan and Caspian will be here by then?” I asked.

“I’m sure, if it’s a way out then we’ll easily get away. If it’s a room, we’ll be safe in the meantime,” Peter answered. “Ready? Now!” 

Right when the enemies lunged forward to kill the two, Peter opened the door and we both jumped in. I used my dagger that was in my boots to keep the door closed once Peter shut the door. Before we knew it, we both found ourselves in a very tight space in what seemed to be a closet. Without clothes. Strange. 

“… Peter?” I called out.


“Is that your hand on my arse?” 

Complete silence followed. I felt something squeeze my butt and I yelped.

“I am so sorry! I was just, uh, seeing if it was your arse I happened to- Hey!” 

“Oh, sorry,” I apologized sarcastically, “I was just seeing if it was my hand on your arse.” 

“Hey! You put your hand there purpose! My hand was just on yours when we entered this wretched closet.” I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see it.

It was dinner and we all sat at a table. The food that was served was nothing compared to the food that was served at Cair Paravel. I sighed, I missed the Golden Age too much. 

I stretched my legs a bit under the table and I felt my leg bump into something. I thought it was the table’s leg so I continued to wrap my leg around it, it was surprisingly kinda comfortable. Then it moved and it did the same thing to me. I flinched and looked at the person who sat from across. Peter. 

We both stared at each other, both in the middle of chewing. Our foots were still wrapped around each other. A blush started to appear on both of our faces. Then in the next moment, we both brought our legs back towards ourselves. 

“Are you guys alright?” Edmund asked the us. We both snapped our heads towards Edmund. How long has he been watching us, I don’t know. 

“Ye-yeah,” I stuttered out.

Peter coughed into his hand, “We’re fine.” With that being said, I started to stuff my face with my food, not wanting to speak anymore.

I was running around the castle trying to find Peter since Aslan had requested to see him and Susan. I already found Susan but Peter was rather difficult. 

I quickly turned a corner and crashed into someone. We both toppled over and I landed right on top of the other person. 

“Pe-Peter! There you are!” I sat up, not realizing the position it looked like we were in. I was basically straddling him with my hands on his chest and I was leaning over a bit near his face. His face flushed red and when it did, I realized what it looked like. I jumped up and looked away from him. “Omigosh, I’m so sorry I just - uh - Aslan’s looking for you!” I tried to walk away but Peter grabbed me and pushed me against the wall.

“This entire time we’ve been here in Narnia, you’ve been teasing me to no ends,” Peter whispered rather huskily in my ear. “If you wanted me that badly…” He moved his lips towards mine and when his was against mine, “You should have just asked.” Then he kissed me. This first kiss was rather very heated. He kissed me hungrily, as if I was the only thing keeping him alive. I boldly licked the bottom of his lips asking for entrance. 

“Ahem, King Peter? Queen (Y/n)?” Aslan’s voice snapped us out of our session. 

We both looked over at Aslan with Susan not too far behind. I looked over at Susan and a smirk was etched on her face. 

“S-sorry Aslan. I was meant to retrieve Peter for you but-” 

“It was my fault,” Peter walked over to the golden Lion. “What do you need me for? And (Y/n)?” Peter looked back at me. “I’ll need to see you later.” He winked and the three of them walked away. I stood there against the wall in shock about what had just happened. 


Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: smut  |  Word Count: 4,421

Summary: Bucky doesn’t want to attend to his own birthday party, but reader has her own methods to convince him to do so.

Warnings: public teasing, going commando, slight slapping, public sex (?), unprotected sex, intake of alcohol.

Author’s Note: I saw the gif and the idea immediately popped up in my head. It was actually going to be a Sebastian fanfiction, but when I started writing it, I accidentally made it into a Bucky one. And I stuck with it.

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Old Photographs

Request: Would you mind writing one where you’re their 16 yr old sister and it’s kinda mainly about the Reader and Sam? So like when Dean’s a demon and gone she finds him looking through the pictures and they comfort each other and it’s just super fluffy and angsty? Tysm! I love your work btw x — anonymous

Characters: Sam Winchester x little sister!reader, Dean [mentioned]

Words: 1800

Tags: @daughters-and-winsisters

A/N: I really thought this request was a great idea, and I have a hunch other writers might have too, since I feel like I’ve read something kind of similar before. Just to be sure, I didn’t want to read anything too alike this while writing this piece, since I was scared I would be unknowingly influenced. However, if this is similar to someone’s work, I’m sorry, and in that case it’s accidental.

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Things really have been tough lately. Dean was a demon. The thought was still hard to wrap your head around. It didn’t feel real, but the silence was proof of that. The eerie, insistent silence that had you quietly tiptoeing through the bunker when you really didn’t need to, but it felt so suffocating that you had trouble breaking it.

Dean died and became a demon.

When you tried to understand the thought, you could feel a lump growing in your throat and your eyes burning. So, you had to push it away. It was the truth, and you knew you shouldn’t deny it, but it was hard to deal with. Really freaking hard.

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All Signs Point to You

Request: (Summed up) Richie x Ballerina reader. The reader is part of one of the wealthy families of Derry & Richie sticks out like a sore thumb when he picks her up from practice.

Hi!! I kind of changed it a bit accidentally bc I got carried away… I feel like this sucks and I’m so sorry omg. I did ballet for a few years so I don’t know too much about it but I tried my best. I hope you enjoy x

(Y/F/N) - Your Friends Name

Word Count - 1k

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*Requested* Imagine going to the bar with Nik having a blast just talking and drinking, when these two guys start hitting on you and getting ridiculously close while Klaus is gone to the men’s room, you start backing away and accidentally walk into Niklaus when he returns.

(I hope you enjoy this one and feedback is as always appreciated. Happy reading my lovelies!)

Word count: 910

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It´s a stormy day in New Orleans as you and you boyfriend Klaus sit in your favorite bar after a exhausting day, just enjoying some down time. You have a blast talking about everything and nothing, just appreciating each other company because it has been quite some time since you could hang out in one place without any interruptions.

So here you are downing yet another drink while Klaus is telling you the story how Elijah lost one of their bets and had to wear swim shorts for a whole day.

Klaus: “Seeing Elijah wearing swim shorts is a sight you won´t forget I can tell you that much Y/N. Especially when he´s trying to uphold his “style” by wearing a suit on the top.“

You laugh at the picture that is forming in your head, almost spilling your drink in the process.

Y/N: "Damn it. You should´ve taken a picture. I can imagine his uncomfortable face.”

Klaus: “He really wasn´t amused yes. Oh, that was such a good day.”

He quickly looks on his phone, seeing that he missed a couple of calls from his sister.

Klaus: “I´m going to be back in a tick, love. I just have to call Rebekah back. ”

He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, before standing up and walking into the men´s room, because the rain outside probably would’ve drowned his cellphone in seconds.

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