i thought of this as i was falling asleep last week ok

To Propose

This is my impromptu thank you for reaching 1500 followers! Thank you so much my darlings- I love all of you and appreciate all of you- I am always happy to have a chat to you and get to know you, I LOVE MAKING FRIENDS!

Anyways- Here it is, my little thank you, 

How would the RFA + V + Saeran propose? 

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“Vacations are rare for the Waynes” - Batmom x Batfam

Here’s a little collection of short stories about the Batfamily going to the beach/being in vacation ! I kinda just had ideas for tiny little snippets rather than a story that was a long one and made sense…it’s bad. Hope you’ll like it : 

PART 1

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How did the Wayne found time to go on vacation ?  

God bless Batwoman, Batgirl, Jim Gordon…And everyone who joined in helping the Batfamily over the years, because thanks to them, you, your husband, kids and beloved butler were FINALLY able to take some times off. 

A few years ago, leaving Gotham for vacations would have been a big no-no for Bruce, and you always understood, you really did. Hell, you had trouble leaving the Bat computer behind…But ever since he got new allies that weren’t direct family, things got easier. 

They all were able, since a long time now, to take at least one night off during the week and such. But actually full on holidays ? Oh that didn’t happen in…in…in forever ! 

The only holiday you went on with Bruce was without the kids, and it was for your Honeymoon. Three days. Three days of pure bliss (and lots of sex).

And now, the opportunity to be all together for A FULL WEEK came up ! 

It all started because Tim got injured pretty bad, but still wanted to go on patrol…and you lost your shit. You were always supportive of their nightly activities (though worried sick as well), and you were monitoring the bat computer almost every night, when you didn’t have “date night” with Bruce or “mother/son bonding time” with one of your boys ! 

You were really understanding, and you too wanted Gotham to be a safe place, having had the same kind of background than Bruce…But hell if you were going to let one of your babies go out in the streets while he was badly injured !

With your famous “Batmom Glare” and a stern voice, you told Tim : 

-You’re not going. You’re taking some vacation my boy, to relax and be fully charged again. In fact, we’re all taking a vacation ! 

…It kinda just happened. You were mad, they didn’t want to make you angry (you were scary when angry), and it was true that…All of them wanted well deserved time off. 

And it was decided. A week far away from the murkiness, grittiness, darkness that was Gotham, in the sunny Bahamas. Perfect. 

Of course, Bruce made sure that coming back to the city fast was possible, and also made sure to brief all of the Batpeople on anything that could happen but…He also really wanted to go. He wasn’t getting any younger and though he’d never admit it your little burst of anger was a blessing for him too. 

You all needed time away. Oh yes. And though you also made sure Gotham would be in safe hands (anyway, villains got pretty calm lately), you left without hesitation ! TO THE BAHAMAS !! 

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Ok but please consider sincerely three having date nights once a week and alternating who picks the date like first week is Evan, next is Connor, then Jared, and then all three of them agree on something special at the end of every month (because lowkey they probably got together near the end of a month and thats kind of how they celebrate their love)

it gets long and gay oops

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The Snow Globe

by reddit user NP-CO

“Janie honey,” My mother said as we left the funeral. “That lawyer gave me a key.”

“A key?” I said.

“It seems that Aunt Tabitha left you something. Locked in a safe deposit box.”

“Really? I asked turning to my mother. “But wasn’t she poor?”

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Heart on the Line (part 8)

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  


“For a Good Time, Call…” AU

author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1081

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anonymous asked:

can i request a ten, taeyong, and haechan neighbour au?? hehe i really love your writing a lot < 3

ten’s birthday is next week, so here’s a kind of early gift to all you ten stans!!
and of course, taeyong and haechan stans~(´・` )♡
find mark + jaehyun (here)

Ten

  • definitely,,,,,, loud
  • he throws parties on the weekends and practices guitar on the weekdays while also getting REALLY R E A L L Y into nba 2k17,,,,,,
  • especially if johnny comes over like the two of them cannot shuttup and neighbors always have to go over and be like “quiet down” and johnny apologizes while ten just sneers and is like “YEAH JOHNNY WHY ARE YOU SO LOUD” and johnny is like “i swear once this door is closed-”
  • but he’s FUN,,,,,like there is not denying that he’s an entertaining, amusing, and great person like why else would his apartment be basically filled to the brim with people who he probably doesn’t even know all that well
  • yeah the snacks,,,,,but also like?? ten makes great jokes, he’s good at making everyone feel comfortable, and his dancing: a+
  • he’s the whole package,,,,,,,,,even though his place is a mess monday morning and he has to practically beg taeyong and jaehyun to come over and help him clean
  • and he once tried to ask hansol and hansol was like “you brought this on yourself lolololol” and the proceeded to hang up on him whenever ten tried to call him back (real friends are like this tbh)
  • speaking of which ten has ,,,,, like no idea how to keep his things organized,,,,,,,,because he has so much stuff like every time he leaves his house he’s wearing a brand new outfit 
  • and everyone is like bro you spend way too much money on clothes,,,,,why do you need so much and ten is like Firstly: it’s fashion you Wouldn’t Get It,,,,,,,,secondly someone stole some of my pants from my last party ok leave it alone
  • but his apartment itself is pretty cool, like somehow he got mark to ask renjun to come over and paint on his wall and it turned out really cool and ten’s the type to have fancy stuff for no reason like did you really need to buy a lamp that looks like a chandelier and ten is like yeah i did bye
  • cute lil secret: he keeps letters from his parents back in thailand in a shoebox in his locked closet so it’s safe because it’s the one thing he refuses to lose,,,,,,,,,,,
  • but you know ten if not because you have to listen to the music he blasts at each of his parties and him yell at his friends when they play games but also,,,,,,,,,on multiple occasions
  • ten has come to you for help
  • with many,,,,,,,,,,different,,,,,,,,thing
  • one of the most common is he always ends up needing a place to crash for the night because someone else fell asleep in his bed,,,,,,and his couch,,,,,,,,and on his floor. then there was the time he woke up with his head in a bowl of uneaten ramen and the noodles had gotten stuck in his ear piercings and you had to get them out while ten cried about how gross that was,,,,,and of course the most famous: ten gets tipsy and Emotional and you,,,,,,,well
  • you listen to him
  • mind you in the morning when he’s all better ten is just like “hEY thanks for letting me cry and ,,,,,,,,, stuff let’s never talk about this again!!!!”
  • and you feel bad because ,,,,,,,lmao you’re just his neighbor who also knows his deepest insecurities and fears and it’s like????? you never have the heart to get mad at him for knocking on your door at 2 am
  • but also,,,,,,you like then ten that is open with his feelings. the ten that cuddles into your arm face first and mumbles that you’re so sweet to him, so kind
  • but when ten,,,,,,is being his loud, fun self he’s not exactly that person
  • until you end up being the one in need of help,,,,,knocking on ten’s door at some odd hour and he opens it, shocked to see you and you’re like
  • “where is your alcohol stash,,,,,,,,give it it to me” and ten slows you down by catching you around the waist and he’s like “are you o-?” and you’re like NOPE IM NOT ,,,,,,give me,,,,,,,,,the,,,,,,,,drinks 
  • but ten isn’t letting you go and he’s like “sit down, tell me whats up” and you grumble that it doesn’t matter, trying to hide behind your hair a bit so he can’t see that you had been crying 
  • but ten just shakes his head and he’s like “c’mon,,,,,i know you listen to me when i come sobbing over to you,,,,,,tell me what it is”
  • and you’re like “ten,,,,,,,,,,,do you even see me as a friend? or am i just the closest person near you when you have to complain?” 
  • and it’s quiet and ten kind of looks at you, but then he gently pokes the center of your forehead and he’s like “of course you’re my friend,,,,,,to be honest,,,,,,,ive always thought of you as more than that. to me,,,,like i want,,,,,,,want you to be more than a friend but,,,,,,,i know you don’t feel that way so i just wanted to be close to you,,,,,,,,”
  • and for the first time you’re hearing ten stutter over his words (when he’s not drunk) and you’re like “wait wait wait stop”
  • and you put your finger to his lips and he’s like ??? and you’re like
  • “you want me to be more than your friend?” and ten is like ,,,,,,,, “how,,,,,,,,,well,,,,,,let me say it like this it’s hard not to fall for the person who pulled ramen out of my earrings for me.”
  • and you’re blinking a bit, completely forgetting the thing that made you upset because wait. is ten confessing??????
  • and you’re like “so you like me?” and he’s like “yes, i like you. i thought bothering you all the time made that obvious”
  • and you’re like aljfkddkskre it didnt,,,,,,and ten is like “huh, did you also not hear when johnny screamed ‘GO CONFESS TO THE PERSON NEXT DOOR THAT YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH THEM YOU IDIOT’???”
  • and you’re like holy shit no i missed that too
  • and ten is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,how

Taeyong 

  • the model neighbor 
  • as in he looks like an actual model, and is also super clean and quiet and ??? just very overly polite like he just wants people to like him ya know?????
  • he’s barely home because he’s always over at his friends houses doing their chores because they never want to,,,,,,like when taeyong explained that you have to change your bedsheets at least every three weeks ten dam near had a heart attack because he was like “ive been sleeping on just my mattress for the past 7 months” and taeyong was like HOW ARE YOU A PERSON
  • taeyong loves cute stationary, and cute mugs, and owns an apron with little kitten embroidered on the side and those hanging plants that he decorated his bedroom with and idk he’s got like,,,,,,a clock that looks like a sunflower
  • like taeyong,,,,,,,,is just a boy who loves things that make his apartment more adorable and clean
  • owns every cleaning product imaginable and dedicated a whole closet to them
  • the type to have labels on all his cupboards and shelves and you open his refrigerator and everything is labeled it’s like,,,,,,how does he have the damn nerve to do this
  • also: uses coasters for his drink because he gets anxious about drinks spilling onto his rug
  • but yeah other than that,,,,he’s kinda awkward around most people,,,,but he does his best to smile and come off sweet
  • and you’ve seen him,,,,,,lugging home like three different brands of detergent and a new mop every week and you’re like huh so he’s super,,,,,,like,,,,,,,into cleaning
  • which you’re like is fine but you,,,,,after only recently moving in,,,,hasn’t even unpacked half your things yet and everytime your friends from your original hometown call you’re like (—: im an adult. my apartment is nice and sparkly and im doing fine
  • (this is a lie. you’ve been living off fast-food and half your stuff is still in boxes)
  • which is why when your best friend says she’ll be visiting tomorrow you’re like HOLD UP
  • and you know just the person to go a solicit help from. taeyong
  • and when you knock on his door he’s like surprised because you two have never held a solid conversation
  • and he is like “oh hello, i know we’ve never properly-”
  • and you’re like “you have 309458 mops right. you got a duster,,,,,,thing,,,,,,,,right”
  • and he’s like “feather duster?” and you’re like YEAH THAT,,,,,,,listen i need help now
  • and when you explain that you (being the lazy person we ALL are) didn’t unpack or clean or do anything and your friend is coming tomorrow and you don’t want to look like a Failure of an Adult in front of her,,,,,,,well taeyong kind of looks at you and is like 
  • “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,fine ill get the swivel sweeper”
  • and you guys spend like 7 hours getting your things unpacked and taeyong is really good at like????? decorating and he’s like “OH i have the peRFECT thing”
  • and he runs over to his place and comes back holding this cute like paper weight in the shape of like a giraffe and he puts it on your desk and you’re like “,,,,,,,,,,what is that” and he’s like “are you really an adult?”
  • but he helps you a lot and it’s kind of fun, he has like,,,,,,,,a really nice laugh you made a pun about like cleaning and he almost fell over laughing it was really,,,,,,,,,,cute
  • and once you’re done you’re like how should i thank you
  • and he’s like “it’s fine, you don’t have to!!”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,but i should but he’s like really no it’s nothing
  • but even after he leaves,,,,,,you’re like this is mean he worked so hard for me
  • and it bugs you, even after you friend comes over and is like WOW this place is so clean im impressed
  • that you end up going out and buying one of those cute little home humidifiers and you’re like “this seems taeyong-ish”
  • and you knock on his door again and he’s like “oh!!! do you need to borrow my mo-” and you’re like “here!!!!!! it’s a small gift,,,,,,but i thought you might like it,,,,,,,,,,,,,”
  • and he looks down at the bag and he gets super duper red and he’s like “i,,,,,,,,i can’t accept this,,,,,,,it’s too much,,,,,,”
  • and you’re like ashofvd you spent SIX HOURS cleaning my house for me pleASE 
  • and finally you manage to get taeyong to take the gift and you’re like “anyway,,,,,,,,,,seriously thank you”
  • and taeyong kind of hesitates but he’s like
  • “do you,,,,,,,,,,,,wanna come inside,,,,,,,,,i don’t usually let people over but,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,”
  • and you’re like huh oh sure!!! and ok his house looks like a palace there isn’t any dirt anywhere
  • and when he makes you a cup of tea there’s like little cute bears on the mug and you’re looking at the cup and at taeyong’s beautiful face and you
  • can’t help but giggle and he’s going red again like,,,,,,,am i funny?? are you laughing at me??
  • and you’re like “no no no you’re just so,,,,,,,,,,much cuter than i expected!!”
  • and taeyong damn near falls over,,,,,,,you called him CUTE?!?!?! and you’re like “i didn’t think someone so chic would be into little cute animals” and taeyong is like im not,,,,,,chic,,,,,,,,plus animals are so,,,,,adorable right
  • and you’re like omg taeyong you i should have gotten you a big stuffed bear and he’s like aGHDSd no,,,,,,i love what you got me don’t worry about it
  • and he’s so cute getting nervous and staring at his lap,,,,,,,you can’t help but wanna lean over and like kiss his face but you don’t 
  • even though tbh taeyong is like,,,,,,,,,i wouldn’t mind being kissed by them,,,,,,,,like in his head LOL

Haechan

  • thought he was old enough to be totally fine living alone. and he is,,,,,,,except he goes over to everyones house for his meals and got mark’s netflix password so he didn’t have to pay for it himself
  • how many times has yuta lent him his nintendo ds? like 32424234
  • jaehyun is convinced haechan took his ricecooker,,,,,,,,,but he has no way to prove it except that haechan was like “nooo hyung i got this at the mall on sale i promise!!!!” and jaehyun is like “then where did mine disappear to?” and haechan is like thats your problem,,,,so,,,,,,
  • but it’s ok because everyone adores him because if he wants something all he has to do is be a cute kid and bam! he gets it
  • and although he’s a little trickster, and sometimes his hyungs fall into his traps. he shows that he cares for them too
  • and especially for his friends that are younger, like when chenle and jisung come over to hangout haechan will literally be like “if you stay past 10. you have to sleepover. im not letting you go out in the dark.”
  • and he knows how taeyong hates messes so he brought coasters just for him and he always has snacks that he knows mark likes 
  • like YES he can be a bit of ,,,,,,,,,,, a devil but he’s a sweetheart too
  • his apartment isn’t full of too many toys or anything he actually has a pretty mature taste
  • and if anything he just really likes having a space for him to write and think clearly because to me, haechan is really creative and so he’d like a big desk with post-its and books full of ideas,,,,he just comes off that way
  • but he’d have some like cute joke stuff like a really bad photo of johnny framed and on his bookshelf or something LOL
  • also idk why,,,,,,but haechan seems like he’d have a dog,,,,,like a corgi,,,,,or a beagle,,,,,,,,, 
  • anyway you’re really close with haechan because you love love love teasing doyoung and mark and jaehyun 
  • you guys kind of bonded over pulling harmless pranks together 
  • and so for ten’s upcoming birthday you and him decided to make cookies but to fill some up with hot sauce or wasabi just to see ten run around the room arms flailing 
  • but as you know,,,,,,doing anything with haechan can’t be a calm and clean process
  • halfway through you try to feed him some vanilla extract saying it’s melted white chocolate and he tries to get some icing on the side of your face
  • but it’s all fun and games like,,,,,,,you love being in each others company because you guys never get sick of being silly
  • until someone (probably haechan) ends up spilling some of the eggs on the floor and neither of you notice
  • until you slip on your way to the oven and go tumbling backwards
  • and you’re like haechan!!!!!! look out!!!!!
  • but he’s like throwing down the flour he’s holding to outstretch his arms and catch you
  • but it just ends up with both of you on the floor, covered in the eggs and sugar and flour
  • and you’re leaning against haechan whose hit his arm on the counter coming down
  • and you’re like “are you ok????” and haechan is like “no i think im bleeding”
  • and he puts his hand up and you see some red and you’re like HAECHAN oh my god im so sO SOrry let me get a bandage omg do you not have any here let me rip some off this tissue -
  • and then out of nowhere he starts to laugh and you’re like ??????? and he’s like “it’s just some red icing, im fine!!!”
  • and you sit there on the floor, and frown and you’re like “you scared me!!!!! i thought you were hurt,,,,if i had hurt you i don’t know what i-”
  • and haechan can see the sadness in your eyes and automatically his smile falls
  • and he’s like “im sorry, it was a dumb joke why are you so worried about me anyway, you know im indestructible!”
  • and you know he’s playing around but you still take his wrist and turn his arm to make sure he isn’t hiding that he might be really hurt
  • and you’re like “im glad you’re ok,,,,,,,,,,,,”
  • and haechan looks at you, still holding his arm and he’s like
  • “wait,,,,,,,,,,,,,did you get all worried about me like that because maybe,,,,,,,”
  • and you look up wide eyes and you’re like “UH”
  • and haechan is like snapping his fingers like “YOU LIKE ME?”
  • and you’re ike UHHHHHH WHAT SHUT UP NO WAY
  • but haechan is like mimicking your voice and he’s like “you scared me!!!” but then he reaches out and pulls you toward him into a hug
  • and he’s like “seriously, you could have just told me because i like you too!!!!!!”
  • and you’re like haECHAN don’t be playing some kind of joke on me-
  • and he’s like “this isn’t a joke, i promise, for real this time.”
  • and you can’t help but blush and be like “we’re covered in eggs let’s not hug-” but haechan just pushes you closer because like c’mon he totally would 
Pillow Talk

This is a one shot/ vignette for my This Ends Tonight story. 

I can’t write this as a complete and linear story. I have been writing a lot of pieces for this in the form of vignettes or snapshots. Every one takes place with Ivar and his wife in bed at the end of a given day, recounting something that happened between them on whichever given day, It is all completely out of order but it is just what feels best for this story.


Warnings:fluff, smut, cheese, cringe, bad dialogue XD, does a Jerkin have laces? Well they do now, Ivar’s wife is a prude, Ivar can’t get it up, it’s ok though, it happens, he is totally cool with it

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“You have been coming to bed so late and you aren’t sleeping Ivar. I can see that you are in pain. I wish that you would let me help you." 


Ivar sat silent at the edge of the bed with his back to his wife, working at unfastening his complicated leg braces. Studying his body language, she thought that if her husband slumped his shoulders any further, gravity would take force and he might just topple head first into the floor. She couldn’t say that she wouldn’t find a small bit of enjoyment in the sight. With his hard head, it probably wouldn’t even faze the man.  


It was as if he was carrying the weight of all of Norway on his back. He could try and play it off, to make excuses and blame it on the weight of his position, but one would have to be both blind and a fool to not see that he was suffering through a considerable amount of pain and doing a terrible job at trying to conceal it. It wasn’t the burden of ruling that he was shouldering, it was the burden of constant and unrelenting pain. He didn’t need to say anything, she could sense it in her own bones.


The past few weeks, whenever she would steal a glance at her husband  over dinner or anytime that he thought nobody was looking, his face would often be contorted into a grimace. He had been moving slower and was obviously struggling with his crutches. Aisling wished that he would just give the damned contraptions a rest, they could only be adding to his discomfort, but she knew that Ivar was far too prideful to resort back to crawling. He had been adamant that he would never crawl in front of his people again. He wouldn’t have them looking down upon him. He was their King.


"I am fine.”
he clipped, unclasping the last fastening on his right brace and letting it fall to the floor with a loud clunk before beginning on the left one.
Moving onto her knees, she made her way across the bed and settled down to sit next to him. He didn’t even lift his head to acknowledge her, instead he remained concentrated on the metal buckles. 


Placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder, she leaned forward and inclined her head in an attempt to meet his eyes. He flicked them towards her face, gazing at her for only a second before frowning and returning them to the task at hand.

 
“You are not fine, Ivar. You are hurting." 


Finally slipping the wretched thing off, he blew out a long breath. Bracing his hands on the tops of his legs and using his arms as leverage to straighten out his back, he sat up and started work on removing his jerkin.

 
"I am in pain but it is nothing new.” he admitted, staring forward, his fingers moving deftly at the leather straps. 


“If there is something I can do to help, let me do it for you. Anything.” she spoke softly. “Please. Let me.” she continued, moving her hand to rest on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. 


Turning his head to meet her gaze, he covered her hand with his own and gave her a weak smile.


“There isn’t much that can be done to help, not anymore. It just comes when it wants to and stays for a while until it decides to go away and that is that.”
he sighed, slipping out of the leather garment and crossing his arms to pull his tunic up over his head.  


Indicating that the conversation was over, he gave his wife a chaste kiss and laid back into the furs. Before he could reach to pull his legs along with the rest of his body, she grabbed hold of them, one at a time, and lifted them up over the edge of the bed, setting them gently into place .To her surprise, he made no move or sound of protest. 


Closing his eyes, Ivar sighed contentedly and let his head sink into the pillows. She remained seated next to him, letting a hand linger on his knee. After a few moments had passed, he opened one eye to see that his wife sat unmoved and staring at him. 


“I cannot fall asleep with you staring at me like that, woman.”
he grumbled. Swatting at her hand, he rolled over and pulled the covers over himself. 


“Hmph. Grouch.”
she mumbled, carefully climbing over his legs to get to her side of the bed. 


“Mmm hmph.”
he mumbled back in agreement. 


Snuggling in under the firs, she turned to face her husband. She had been finding that she loved to watch him sleep, to see him at peace. To see his face relaxed and unmarred by worry or pain. Seeing him so still and content, it had become her favorite nightcap. She could fall fast into sleep, just watching him sleep. 


“You’re staring again.”


“I am not.”


“Yes. You are.”


“How would you know?”


“I can feel your eyes burning into my forehead. Witch.”


“Arse.”


“Go to sleep wife.”


“I’m not tired, not really.”


“I don’t care. Roll over and pretend then.”


“I can’t.”


“And why not?”


“I’m cold.”


“It’s winter.”


“Hold me?”


Ivar scoffed and finally opened his eyes. He tried to give his wife a stern look, but looking at her laying there, eyes alight with devotion, he couldn’t help but smile. He felt he didn’t deserve her love. How had he managed to win her over? He didn’t know, but somehow, he had. Pulling her into his arms he sighed and nuzzled his face into her hair. Breathing in deep, he closed his eyes again. She smelled of salt water and heather and he could not think of a smell that could be any sweeter. 


“Are you happy now?” he mumbled into her hair.


“…happier, I suppose." 


"What else do you want from me woman?”


“I could think of… a few different things.”


“The answer is no.”


“You don’t even know what they are.”


“I do.”


“If you knew, you would not deny me.”


“You still think you have me figured out, don’t you?”


“You’re not that complicated a creature.”


“I am not that stupid of a man either.”


“What is that supposed to mean?”


“It means I know what you are suggesting, you wanton thing, and I am exhausted. The answer is no.”


“I could do all the work.”


“I couldn’t get it up if I wanted to.”


“Is that a challenge?”


“Enough talking.”


“I could put it in my mouth.”


“I am sure you could wife. You would enjoy it too. Probably even more than me.”


“Probably.”


“If you shut up and go to sleep, I may allow it in the morning.”


“Liar, you will be up and out the door before sunrise.”


“Sure, but only after you service me wife.”


“I wont b-

“Shh.“

"Bu-”


Opening his eyes, he grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss to stop her incessant talking and teasing. He kissed her long and slow, running his hands leisurely up and down the backs of her thighs, he felt his wife shiver at his touch and melt into him. Her delicate hands on his neck, she moaned into his mouth so sweetly and he just couldn’t deny her any longer. He was tired and sore but his little wife was so responsive and easy to please. 


He broke the kiss and laid her on her back, propped himself up on his elbow. She whimpered and tried to pull him back down to her, desperately seeking his lips again. Throwing her arms around his neck, she kissed him hungrily. When she reached down and started to untie his breaches, he caught her wrist and shook his head. 


“Lay back and be still.” he whispered against her lips. 

She laid back into the firs and he moved to position himself in between her thighs. Pushing her nightdress up over her hips, he grabbed a hold of her legs and lifted them up to rest on his shoulders. ”

Scoot up a little closer.“ he breathed.


He hadn’t even touched his wife yet and her little legs were already shaking and trembling.


"Is this what you want wife?”


“Mmm. God’s yes. Please.”


“You are dripping wet already, you will come fast for me, yes?”


She whined and nodded her head. 


“Yes.”


“Good girl. You know I would love to take my time, right elskan?”


"Yes, yes. I understand. Just…please.”


He blew teasingly on her sex and she cried out, bucking her hips and fisting her hands in her own hair. He laughed and wrapped his arms around her thighs.


“Be still.”


“Ivar. Please.”  


He pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh and let his lips linger there, looking up at his wife, her head was thrown back into the pillows and she was gripping the sheets so tightly in anticipation that her knuckles where turning white.


She lifted her head and glanced down at him, her face flushed with arousal and frustration. He smirked against her thigh and she sat up on her elbows.


“Ivar! Really? Tired huh? Not too tired to torture me it seems." 


"Okay. Okay. I’m sorry." he laughed, stroking her legs and smirking up at her.

"Lay back.”

“I don’t trust you, oaf." she pouted.


Ivar decided that she had had enough. Poor thing, she was dripping and throbbing for him. 


He pulled her hips forward and wasted no more time. He dipped his tongue into her entrance and used his thumb to press tight little circles into her clit. Her whole body shuttered and she fell back to the mattress panting and sobbing. He slid his tongue out, licking and swirling it over her entrance before moving up and drawing her swollen clit between his lips. Using his fingers, he began pumping them in and out. Already he could sense she was close, the muscles in her legs were tensing, her hands tangling in his braids and tugging, her walls clenching around his fingers. She was gasping his name breathlessly over and over again, rolling her hips wantonly against he his face, her juices coating his lips and chin. He moaned into her cunt, he loved this. He loved tasting her. He loved hearing her sounds of pleasure. He loved bringing her that pleasure. He loved her and he knew he would never be able to get enough of her.

 He suckled and flicked his tongue over her clit until she came shaking and screaming, squeezing her thighs around his neck and pulling at his hair. Just the way he wanted her to. He lay his head on her thigh and closed his eyes, waiting for her to come down, he absentmindedly stroked his hand over her hips and let his fingertips dance over her stomach.


Crawling up next to her, he pulled her into his arms and tried to kiss her but she pushed his face away and looked at him in disgust. He knew she hated that. That’s why he did it. Just to see her lip curl up at him.For old times sake.


"Oh, come on.”he laughed, pulling the covers up around them.


“No! Gross.”


“One kiss. ”


“Go wash your face.”


“In the morning.”


“Heathen.”


“Prude.”



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Bad Match- Part 8/?

Series Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 4.5k+ ( Oh, yes!)

Warnings: angst, fighting, swearing, fluffy, slow burn.

A/N: I’m sorry because Part 9 can take a little long to be posted. I haven’t even started writing it and I won’t have any time to do it this week. Things are warming up though! Thank you for having my back @imhereforbvcky

Feedback? Please!!!!

 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 

You woke up feeling a nice warmth coating your face. Yet, there was also a coolness around your back contrasting the heat.  The bright light brought by the sun above you made you squint your eyes as soon as you opened them, but you were able to realize you were still on the rooftop.  Your legs were curled up on the soft cushion of the sofa and your upper-body was resting on a broad structure, which you found to be Bucky’s chest. He was still asleep, leaning back with his head on the sofa’s arm, both legs at your sides, one falling to the floor, the other straightened in front of him on the cushion, flesh hand behind his head, left arm holding you securely against him.

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anonymous asked:

Do u have any richjake hcs???? PLS I NEED MORE MAKE EM SMUTTY, MAKE EM FLUFFY, MAKE EM ANGSTY, I DON'T CARE!!!! I WANT A LOT

oh boy oh boy anon christmas is coming early this year lets get the show started

fluffy:

- jake is the little spoon no questions asked

- one night jake just plopped himself in front of rich, curled his legs up and wrapped richs arm around him and rich was like :00!! and pulled jake against his chest while snuggling into him

- rich is very competitive

- one time the squip squad went to hilltop or someplace like that and he goes beast during laser tag theres no mercy whatsoever he will shoot anyone. one time jake was like “hey you wanna team up?” and rich was like “haha yeah sure :)” but he shoots jake and sprints off and jake is like BRO!!! rich will not put up with teaming up he is a lone wolf and he will win this game on his own

- he wins every time and everyone just groans 

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Baby Logan - Wolverine x Reader

Summary : You have to tell Logan you’re pregnant, and that of course, it’s his. You’re terrified he won’t take it well…

This is part of some sort of a serie, where the reader is afraid to announce their pregnancy. Here’s the one I made for Captain America : Baby Rogers, and the one for Batman : Baby Wayne. Also, slightly NSFW, and sorry if it’s a bit crap, I just have so much trouble writing good things lately ! : 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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It was Storm’s 40th birthday party, and you were probably the only person present, along with Logan, that wasn’t drunk. Logan because his healing factor prevented him from getting drunk too long, and you because….

-You’re not drinking (Y/N) ? 

Ororo. The queen of the party. She was drunk since 4 in the afternoon, and was the most hilarious one ever. She kept trying to make sure everyone was having a good time, and unintentionally buzzing them with a small and weak lightning coming out of her fingers. Right now, she was afraid you weren’t having fun…

-You always drink, why are you not now ? Hahaha are you pregnant ? 

You don’t answer and look away. She stares at you, and it hits her. 

-Wait you are ?! 

-Shut up I didn’t tell Logan yet..

-Oh…OOOOOOOOOOOH !!!!! 

-No really, shut up ‘Ro ! 

-OH MY GODS !! 

-ORORO ! 

She looks at you and, in her drunken state, suddenly understand what you just meant. From the corner of your eyes, you make sure Logan didn’t pay attention to what just happened, but he’s in a conversation with a very drunk Nightcrawler, and seem to have the time of his life listening to your blue friend’s Bible stories…Drunk Bible stories. He didn’t notice anything. Thanks God. Storm comes close to you and whisper : 

-Sorry. You didn’t tell him ? 

-I’ve only known for a day…or two…Ok I’ve known for two month. 

-TWO MONTHS ! 

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One night Keith couldn’t sleep, so he decides to take a thoughtful walk. He passes everyone’s room but stops at Lance’s, he doesn’t quite know why… He feels something, he hears something, coming from inside the room. Painful sounds, sorrowful sounds.

Is it Lance? Keith has never heard Lance being anything but the chill goofball he always is, so those sounds terrified him.

He hesitates, but after hearing a muffed (but loud enough) sob, he enters the room.

Lance is shaking and sweating, curled up on his blanket like it’s the most important thing in the universe. Eyebrows tensed together in a vulnerable expression. Mumbling something, crying.

Keith shakes him until he wakes with a violent gasp, he freezes. Keith is desperate, still holding Lance’s shoulders. Looking straight at his small pupils trying to find Lance, because even though he’s looking at Keith, it seems he’s not seeing Keith.

A shiver goes up Lance’s spine and Keith can feel it. Lance closes his eyes tightly and when he opens them again he’s back. What felt like an eternity to Keith was just a tic. With a confused look and a tired voice Lance asks

- Why are you in my bed?

Keith suddenly realises the position they are in and lets go of Lance’s shoulders. Embarassed, though relieved, he tries to be as casual as possible, trying to avoid Lance’s eyes, when he answers

- I heard you crying… I thought you might be in danger…

Lance takes in the situation, he was having a nightmare, now he remembers…

- It was just a nightmare - He tries to say it nonchalantly (and fails)

- It didn’t seem like “just” a nightmare. - Keith searched for Lance’s eyes once again.

Speechless, Keith’s stare draws him and they spend a moment in silence. Finally Lance speaks in a rather irritated tone

- I’m not this fragile ok? It’s just..

- Hey man, - Keith puts a hand on Lance’s shoulder - I have nightmares too. I wake up in tears more often than I’d like to admit…

Lance is surprised by Keith’s tenderness. He places his hand on Keith’s - During the day I’m either too caught up in the adrenaline or too exhausted to think about… to think.

- I never stop thinking to be honest…

- Is that why you’re always brooding? - Lance smirks - That can’t be healthy, buddy.

- Well, you always manage to distract me somehow - Keith smiles looking away

- With my good looks? - Lance shots him a Cheshire grin

- With your annoyance! - Keith rolls his eyes

At the same time they both realise that Keith still has his hand on Lance’s shoulder and Lance still has his hand on Keith’s. Yet none of them moves.

- So… Are you ok? - Keith asks truly worried

- Yeah… Thanks.

- So… uhm… I guess I’ll just go back to..

- Wait, why were you up?

Keith blinks at loss while Lance looks at him with suspicion.

- I just… couldn’t sleep.

Lance sighs. Of course Keith won’t open up. Not even to him. And like Keith could read his thoughts, he said

- I just don’t know how to talk about… Stuff… - Lance could see that just these words were hard for him to let out.

- It’s fine. - He assures Keith.

Keith drops his hand and Lance grows uneasy. Keith shifts and it seems like he’s going to get up, which is enough to make Lance feel lonesome. But Keith whispers anxiously

- Can I stay the night? - Looking down, with shrugged shoulders. His bangs charmingly shadowed his face but Lance can see him blushing. And he feels his insides warm up at the sight.

- Of course. - Keith waits for the “buddy” but it didn’t come.

They share a moment of embarrassment where no one knows how to proceed. Lance bets a shot in the dark - My mom would nest me on her chest whenever I could not sleep.

It doesn’t seem that Keith got the indirect sugestion when he responds - Well, I grew up without a mom and my father’s texan so he wasn’t the most sensible guy… I guess I kinda take it after him…

- Did you miss your mom growing up?

- I sure missed having someone to nest me when I couldn’t sleep…

- Do you still do? - Lance asked longing

Taken aback, Keith looked in his eyes. They confirmed that Lance in fact was implying what Keith thought he was. Trying to throw a bone, Lance asked

- Have you ever cuddled? - The shameless innocence in Lance’s tone never seized to astonish Keith.

- Well… - Keith felt lighter in Lance’s presence - I did craddle you that time…

- I still don’t know what you’re talking about. - Lance faked an oblivious expression.

And they both laughed.

- Well… Since I totally don’t remember it… How was it?

Keith said nothing. He just lied beside Lance, never breaking their stare, and stretched his arm as an invitation. So Lance got comfortable next to him.

- That thing your mom would do… How was that?

Lance pushed Keith to his chest, placed a hand on Keith’s free arm and with the other he stroke Keith’s hair. They fitted each other easily.

It didn’t take long for them to fall asleep.

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- Where are Keith and Lance? - Allura questioned once she sat down for breakfest and noticed they were the only ones missing.

- Yeah, no fair that they can sleep for longer just because they’re the heads of Voltron now! - Hunk protested with his mouth full

- I don’t even know how they didn’t wake to the alarm siren, that thing almost gets me deaf every single morning… - Pidge said poking their ear.

- There is no such thing as “the heads of Voltron”, everyone is equally valuable and therefore everyone must wake at the same time! Coran, - Allura urged

- I’ll go get our missing duo - Coran was already up his seat and headed for the dorms.

He went to Keith first and was taken by a little rush of panic when he saw the empty room. “Alright, he must be at the training room as always… I’ll get Lance and then I’ll go after him.” He settled.

- Sir, it is unacceptable that I have to come here to wake you at least twice a week…- He had entered Lance’s room with his disaprooving speech all ready, but the scene before him let Coran speechless.

There lied both of them. Lance had his head back, drooling, one hand on Keith’s nape and the other dangling from the bed. Keith was on top of him, face burried in Lance’s shirt, taking deep breaths, and both arms enfolding him. The latter had his right leg over Keith’s left one and the left one under Keith’s right one. Blanket forgotten beside them.

Coran was frozen and seriously considered leaving them there, but the boys seemed to have sensed his presence for they began moving.

Keith woke first and let out a great yawn before noticing Coran. He yelped and fell on the floor

- THIS ISN’T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE - Was his imediate reaction. At his scream Lance began to slowly regain awareness

- Just ten more minutes Coran… - Lance mumbled and Keith looked at him in shock and then awkwardly faced Coran, who simply said

- Finally!

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This was inspired by a headcanon that an anon sent to @lancemcclains :)

Strangers (fuckboi!Peter Parker x Reader)

Anonymous asked: do you do song requests?? b/c I’d love to see you write one based off halsey’s “strangers” with bucky or peter parker!! (it’s ok if you don’t tho!!!) thanks, love :)

Summary: fuckboi! Peter Parker gets a taste of his own medicine when he falls hard, for the one girl he’s never had.

Warnings: Language, implied smut

Word Count: 921

A/N: Ok, so I was gonna wait to post this later, but now I’m just like frick this, so yeah! Lyrics placed in text, to give background on Peter’s feelings/thoughts, as song fics go - this is my first one, so cut me some slack since it kinda really sucks imo :/ enjoy & let me know what you think, as always, comments/asks are deeply appreciated!!!

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The Intruder

Originally posted by rapnamu

ONE SHOT

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Word Count:  3,359

Genre & Warnings: Fluff & Smut, but not like, super crazy smut. Good ‘ole Missionary. But it’s sweet. 

Notes: SURPRISE! I needed something fluffy in my life. I wrote this fairly quickly, so I’ll go back and edit later. 


“It’s only going to be for the weekend, Namjoon. You’re making a huge fuss out of nothing.” 

Namjoon leaned against the counter with his head cradled in his hands, pouting as he watched you pack your small bag. He’d been like this all day, listing at least a hundred reasons why he thought you shouldn’t go. 

“Baby, I only have a couple more weeks before we have to leave again. Pleaseeeee….” You just stare at him, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“You’re such a whiny baby. Why your fans think you’re so “Daddy” is beyond me. I promised Mom I’d go home for the weekend. I promised her a month ago and she’s been calling to remind me twice a week. I have to go. I’ll be back Monday afternoon and I’ll be all yours for two whole weeks before you have to leave again. You’ll be so sick of me that you’ll ask to leave earlier. I promise.” You peck him on the cheek as you pass by, and set your bag by the door. 

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Can we have a smutty/fluffy blurb? lazy weekend in la after having a few shows? pleaseeeeee i love your writing :D xo

yes susie lets talk about harry’s lips and maybe you can give us some smutty blurbs about those hot plumped lips leaving u a love bite ;)

It was kind of nice to be alone with Harry after the last six weeks of promotion for his first solo CD.  It seemed like any spare moment the two of you had just to give each other a little attention was quickly interrupted by Jeff or someone who needed him for something.  Harry had prepared you for how crazy this was all going to be once the record started being heavily promoted so you weren’t exactly shocked but it was still slightly disconcerting to see how hard he had to work for all of this.

Harry was fit.  He took care of himself.  He ate right, worked out, did cardio and slept well but this schedule seemed to even zap him of the endless amount of energy he always seemed to have.  Most nights when you would return to the hotel, he would barely make it to his bed and your lap before he was passed out and lightly snoring.

But Harry promised you that once the show at The Troubadour ended tonight, he was all yours.  You couldn’t wait just to spend a few moments loving on him.  He looked so drained and tired but also so happy and excited.  It made your heart swell to see him so excited in his enjoyment with the fans he loved so much.

You held a towel out to him, wrapping him up in it good and tight when he came off stage as your lips lightly brushed across his,

“Good show.”

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Caged ( 10) - Finale

Synopsis: What happens when Loki meets someone who actually calls him on his bullshit instead of running and hiding?
Word Count : 2974
A/N: It’s a bit long to make up for always taking so long to update. I feel somewhat sad this is over… send in thoughts if you want… or not… whatever… I’m gonna be over here wallowing in self pity while I go back to writing my other stuff.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine

You shifted uncomfortably in the ship. The Guardians had finally moved off so you all could finally make a quick exit from Jötunheimr and get to Asgard. You looked wistfully at the glistening snow as the ship slowly rose from the ground, in the back of your mind you could hear people bickering, it was said to take about 19 minutes to get to Asgard according to Visions calculations. Thor had said it would be 32 exactly and so a wager had been set on who would be right.

“ How about you Y/L/N? You in? ”

Steve asked you.

“ Yea… I put 50 on Thor! ”

“ Wise women! ”

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Kiwi - imagine

Hi Loves! Here’s quite a long imagine for ya. Its kind of my interpretation of the song, so a little bit different from the story the lyrics tell. Enjoy!

(for those who don’t know/aren’t familiar, the term “kiwi” is a term for people from New Zealand, kind of like “aussie” is for Australians)

Disclaimer: included swearing/cursing towards the end.



It was the call that hurt Harry the most. It was all the weeks, months and days you two had spent together, and it was all jumbled together in one crackly, long distance call. To be fair, the gap between you was very present. He was hard to track down, constantly travelling from place to place. And you were in New Zealand, just like you always had been.

When you first walked into the studio all those many months ago, Harry nearly fell off his chair. He was in New Zealand for a bit of time while he was on break. The small country attracted him, its peaceful serenity was calming in his hectic life. You were calming. Harry always said that it was your laugh that made him fall, literally and metaphorically. The minute you walked into the small box-like studio and saw the shocked faces from the several nearly 6 ft men, you just couldn’t help yourself. It was a cackle, and it made everyone who was near you light up. It was infectious. Harry was stunned, and his dimply grin broke forth. From that day on, he was undeniably infatuated. People thought he had been drugged. He had in a way. You were his drug, and he just couldn’t get enough of you.

His large hands were constantly running down the dip in your back or resting on your knee. His green eyes always followed you, and his mouth drank you up. You had never really thought you were pretty. Sure, being a social butterfly, people were always around. You like your hair, and your smile wasn’t shabby. But Harry was mesmerised, and everyone could see it.

New Zealand was your oyster. After weeks upon weeks cooped up in the tiny studio, working on a billion different songs, cabin fever was growing. So you and Harry loaded up your ageing Ford Focus and drove for as long as you could. His ringed fingers tapping along to the beat of the radio, and your voice singing to the mountains. It was a good life, Harry decided. The endless green hills and ocean went on and on, and cheesy as it may sound, so did your love.

They say that every relationship has a honeymoon period. At the time, you were both completely locked at this stage, But life goes on. You started to get tired of Harry coming back home at 4 in the morning, mumbling a “hey love” before collapsing on the queen sized bed in your apartment. You started to hate the paparazzi, their beady cameras scanning your body. You couldn’t even go to the supermarket anymore without being photographed. You started to despise how Harry’s days and nights were spent away. You hardly ever saw your boy anymore.

Harry knew you were upset with it all. He was always empathetic towards you, at times he really felt like he was living through you. But there was only so much his brain could hold. It seemed like he just didn’t have enough space for you anymore. The nights were either filled with shouting, or angry sex that neither of you enjoyed. The only time you could really look at Harry without wanting to argue was when he was sleeping. His eyes closed, dark lashes gently resting on his cheeks. Pink lips slightly parted, forehead smooth. It was the Harry you remember falling in love with.

You knew and Harry knew it was never gonna last. It was a Tuesday night, and the house was still echoing from your biggest fight yet. You lay curled up on the bed, staring at the ceiling, the words that rocked your world still vibrating in your ears.

“You are so fuckin annoying! I never have any peace anymore, you just nag nag nag at me every fuckin minute of every day!”

“Well, what the fuck do you want me to do Harry? I know shit all about what’s going on and I’m sick of it! You’re out all bloody day. It’s like you don’t give two shits anymore!”

He looked up at you sharply then. You had been sitting on the edge of the couch, and he had been lying on the floor by the TV. You remember his eyes flashing. They normally looked at you with so much love and emotion, but you couldn’t remember seeing any of that. There was just pure raw anger. He had got up and stormed into the kitchen. You just had to get off the couch and follow him. Looking back now, that was such a stupid fucking decision.

Harry had been pushing through the freezer before noticing you. He had straightened up, mouth set in a firm line. “You’re damn right. Maybe I don’t give two shits anymore. Maybe I want to be in England or LA right now with my friends, or loving some other girl and having the time of my life. But I’m here, aren’t I?” You lost it then. You always had a fiery temper at the best of times, but there was something about his words that made your voice come out quiet, cold and hard.

“There’s nothing stopping you ya know. It’s not like you have a girlfriend that loves you or cares about you. It’s not like you have a girlfriend that’s given up her whole fucking life to live with you. It’s not like you have a girlfriend that wants to marry you someday!”                                                                            There were tears streaming down your cheeks at this point. Fingernails cutting into your palms as you clenched your fists.                                                        “You were my fucking saviour Harry. I thought you were always gonna love me.”

Harry paced over to the front door of the apartment, grabbing his coat off the dining room table.

“Well, I guess you thought wrong then, didn’t ya love?”

With those dreaded words, the wooden door slammed. The bang clouding your ears as you had slid to the ground sobbing. After about 2 hours, you had gone the bedroom you shared with Harry. That’s where you were still, laying there, just breathing.

You expected Harry to come back. He expected himself to. And he tried. Every night he would let himself into the apartment, just to grab his things. At least that’s what he told himself. He always got stuck. Sometimes it would be because you had fallen asleep on the couch with the TV still blaring Call the Midwife. He would watch the light flicker over your face, before picking you up and placing you gently in bed. Sometimes it would be because you had fallen asleep in his walk-in wardrobe. Weird as is sounded, it was because you had been cuddling his colourful shirts, pretending they were him. At first, Harry laughed at this. But the more and more he found you asleep in the wardrobe, the more he found himself with tears running down his face. He missed you. So much. And it was always with regret that he left you, asleep in the quiet apartment.

You knew he came every night, but you never willed yourself to stay awake, and you didn’t quite know why. But the weeks went by, and Harry gradually stopped coming. It could have been he had retrieved all of his things. But you knew and he knew the crowded apartment was still filled with his belongings. It could have been the fact that his friends and family were getting fed up with his moping, and finally decided that it wasn’t healthy. And it could have been the fact that he had finally got over his kiwi.

You had seen the magazine articles. Harry was finally back in London and causing a raucous. You on the other hand, and found out about the baby a couple of weeks ago. Harry’s number stayed cemented in your phone. It took your mum to finally knock some sense into you, saying that maybe you should tell the father of the child that he actually is going to be a dad. So you called. When the ringing finally subsided, and Harry’s voice came over the speaker, telling you to “leave a message, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks.” it almost broke you. But finally, after many coffees and pep talks, a message flowed from your lips.

“Hey Harry, it’s me. Been a while huh? Wasn’t going to call you at all, but Mum persuaded me. She’s always been a fan of yours. Charmed her right to the bone. Anyway, just thought you should know. I’m having your baby. It’s none of your business, but it is technically half of you, so best you know. You don’t need to care for the kid or send money or anything like that. We’re gonna be just fine without you. Just like I have been. So just leave it, ok?                                        So yea, kinda dropped a bomb there didn’t I? Have fun living your life being a rock star. Don’t call back. Bye”

It was those words that made Harry’s healing heart explode.



hOLY SHit! This has been sitting in my notebook for a while now, so it’s a bit overdue. I’m kinda thinking of doing a part 2, so pretty please let me know if I should! Lots of love xxx

“Angel” Klaus Mikaelson

“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.

“Ok.”

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.

Niklaus Mikaelson.

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.

Originally posted by mikaelsonsource

If you’re struggling like I am - Ch. 1

Summary: You are hired as a makeup artist for BigHit working with BTS. You are older than all of them, yet, despite your best efforts, you find yourself slowly falling in love with the youngest member.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader, Jungkook X Noona

Genre: Angst, Fluff and Smut

A/N: Trying to work out the complicated feelings my poor noona heart has about Jungkook. Story begins in March 2014. Title comes from Big Bang’s “If You”.

Chapters:  

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 2021 22 23 24 25 26 27(final)

Chapter 1 - Trouble

It’s your first day of work at BigHit.

Word Count: 1649 (out of 72622)

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  • man does fate love messing with you
  • here you were feeling sorry all these years that your soulmate got hurt because of you
  • and here he was standing in front of you with the same cut on his thumb that you had on your thumb
  • and wouldn’t you know it? Fate really, reeeeaaally likes, no LOVES, messing with you
  • because after all these years of being generally careful to not get hurt
  • you, in your surprise, step back a little only to slip on the rain-slick sidewalk
  • and as you fall, instinctually you use your hands to break your fall
  • you’re suddenly on the ground
  • your palms are bleeding
  • you can’t believe your luck
  • “I’m really sorry- I- I- was surprised and-an-”
  • you stop as warm hands wrap around you as your soulmate gently picks you up off the ground
  • his palms are bleeding too
  • “It’s ok.” he says to you softly while holding you in his arms
  • you can’t help but want to cry at how comforting his voice sounds
  • he continues holding you in his arms, “It’s all going to be ok.”
  • he doesn’t let go for a while
  • Hansol introduces Joshua to you and steps back to give you both space to talk
  • “I don’t really know how to start apologizing to you.”
  • you look up, “apologizing to me?”
  • “Yea, I tried to train carefully, but as a trainee, injuries are bound to happen” he says with a shy smile
  • “I thought you’d hate me because I fell off my bike and got that huge scrape” you say in return
  • “No way. I remember that, I kept walking in circles wondering if you were ok and my parents kept telling me to stand still so they could bandage it.”
  • “Well I cried about it, not because it hurt but because you had it too.”
  • you both laugh, recalling separate memories
  • you give Joshua your name
  • “I’m y/n” “It’s nice to meet you soulmate” “It’s nice to meet you too”
  • he still has an arm wrapped around you when
  • you both walk into this big dance studio and Hansol runs off to grab bandaids
  • when he comes back, he’s not alone
  • “SHUA!” “Hyung!” “Is this her?” “She’s really pretty!” “Hansol told us everything!” twelve guys surround you and Joshua
  • “Don’t let him convince you he’s the normal one.”
  • “I hope you like freestyle rap. and pizza.”
  • “PROTECT OUR EEVEE.”
  • you laugh amongst the chaos, greeting all of svt
  • Joshua pulls you away playfully
  • “Yah! Give her some space”
  • they all back off except for a blonde hair guy
  • “Shua will always love me the best, but I’m glad he found you. He was going crazy. I’m Jeonghan, by the way, but you can call me ‘Joshua’s angel’ and no that’s not negotiable.”
  • Joshua laughs and lightly hits Jeonghan on the arm
  • “I’m looking forward to seeing our gentleman Joshua, dating someone.” Jeonghan says shooting you a wink
  • from then on you and Joshua are pretty much inseparable
  • as the gentleman he is, Joshua asked you officially with flowers
  • and you gladly accepted
  •  you learn that quite a few members have found their soulmates already as well; Jun, Hansol, Soonyoung, Jihoon…
  • you also hear from Joshua that about three days after you met Jeonghan, Jeonghan found his soulmate when they were having dinner
  • you love all of Svt, they treat you like family and always push you and Joshua together
  • maybe they got a sense of how much you two wanted to get to know more about each other 
  • you both have dates at random coffee and tea places around their company’s building
  • though he wears a mask to avoid media
  • you’ll both just sip your drinks and look up and meet each other’s eyes and then giggle into your drinks
  • or you go see movies, some in English, and talk about favorite characters and good plot points
  • or walk around in shops, pointing at random things you’d both want to buy
  • like these cool matching sunglasses or food and you usually end up with the food and later that day you’re both rocking those matching sunglasses
  • or stroll in the park or read together at book stores
  • you both talk about your day and how much you missed each other
  • yes, you’re that couple
  • you’re both always holding hands, or linking fingers when walking, or tugging at each other’s sleeves or playing footsie under the table
  • it’s sort of reassuring for the both of you
  • knowing that the other person is  there
  • when you’re both together, you both can enjoy each other’s company
  • you’re both a bit overprotective of each other as well
  • “Jeonghan!” Jeonghan turns to look at you
  • “Could you make sure Joshua actually eats when he’s supposed to, he told me last time he wasn’t feeling well.”
  • “Alright,” Jeonghan laughs, “it sounds like you already married Shua, y/n.”
  • you blush, but smile and playfully stick your tongue out at him
  • Joshua asks the others if they saw you waiting for him
  • and at first they tease and mess around with him saying you aren’t there
  • but he gives them a look
  • and they crumple telling him you’re in the studio waiting for him for your date
  • and next week you bring Joshua and svt chicken
  • “AHH GOMA WOYO, SHUA YOU HAVE TO BE NICE TO HER FOREVER.”
  • “Chicken, the fastest way to butter up your soulmate’s friends and get them to like you. Y/n, you have good sense.”
  • and when he sees you, no matter what he might be doing, he always quickly walks up to your side
  • “UGH just get a room then.” Hansol laughs at his hyung
  • “I can’t do what you and your soulmate do, Hansol.” Joshua cheekily fires back
  • Hansol blushes and you and Joshua laugh
  • you could be having the worst day ever, but once you see Joshua, your fears subside and when he hugs you, nothing else really matters except for the two of you together
  • sharing injuries all these years
  • made you both closer without you both realizing it
  • if Joshua got injured rehearsing and said it didn’t hurt
  • you could tell if he was lying
  • because you shared his pain
  • you’ll wake up in the middle of the night, woken by some unknown nightmare, tears ready to fall
  • you accidentally dug your nails into your palm while having the nightmare
  • the imprints from your nails aren’t too deep, but they look red
  • and your phone buzzes
  • it’s Joshua
  • you’re up aren’t you? If you’re still up do you want to talk?
  • he calls you and asks a bit frantically if you’re ok
  • “I’m fine… did you see the marks on your hand? I was just having a nightmare, I’m sorry…”
  • “No, it’s fine.” he says, relieved it wasn’t too bad
  • then he’ll sing you a song quietly
  • his soft and gentle voice carrying a sweet and calm melody
  • and you’ll fall asleep, your phone still allowing Joshua’s voice to be heard
  • and sometimes
  • you like playing with his hair
  • “yah, y/n, what’s up with you.”
  • “I just like your hair, it’s cute like a bunny.”
  • “My hair reminds you of bunnies?”
  • “Yea, because it’s fluffy.”
  • and when you next go over to hang out with Joshua in the studio
  • there’s a little bunny sitting on the couch next to some flowers
  • For the person who thinks my hair looks like a bunny, now you can pet an actual bunny instead of messing with my hair.”
  • you cuddle the life out of that stuffed bunny
  • “Did you like it?” Joshua says from behind you
  • “It’s almost as cute as your hair.” you giggle giving him a hug
  • “I’m glad you like it.” he leans down to kiss your forehead
  • you’re a bit surprised and blush but you playfully scrunch your nose
  • “I’m not that easy Joshua Hong, you’ll need to buy me a few more bunnies first.”
  • “Will do, lovely.” he laughs
  • boldly you stand on you tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips
  • “Thanks for the bunny, I’ll give it cuddles whenever I miss you.”
  • “That poor bunny is going to get cuddled a lot then.”
  • “Nah because I have you too.”
  • “That’s right you have me now.”

Originally posted by randomjoshua17

The Seventeen Soulmate AU series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||

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Watering the plants

Part2:
Tension had be high ever since Pidge’s headphones were broken and no one owned up to it.
Everyone was in a bad mood, not talking or trusting each other.
Allura saw only one solution.
To abandon the Paladins on a forest planet without their armour or bayards with only emergency supplies.

“Well this sucks” Lance moaned looking through the bag of supplies finding only one large blanket between the five of them and only enough food to last two days if they rationed.
“It could be worse, at least the planet doesn’t seem hostile.” Shiro shrugged from where him and Pidge were building a makeshift shelter.
“I only hope they remembered to pack my meds.” Lance sighed continuing his rooting.
All the others stopped in their tasks.
It had been a couple weeks since the garden incident and everyone had been tip toeing around the subject of Lance and his episodes.
Well everyone but Hunk “don’t worry Buddy I got them here.” He produced the full orange plastic container from his pocket and gave it a little shake causing the pills to rattle around.
“Thanks Hunk.” Lance sighed standing up and joining him building a fire.

By time night fell Keith had returned from hunting with a few alien rabbits that Hunk cooked while everyone else sat round the fire.
“You know for a survival bonding trip, this is actually kinda nice.” Lance sighed leaning back against a tree while the others nodded in agreement.
For a moment everything was peaceful.
Then that moment passed and the ground collapsed beneath them.

The sudden earthquake had caused the thin piece of rock they had set up camp on to fall into a cave network.
Lance sat up rubbing his head as he looked around the dark cavern he had fallen into.
His arm hurt but didn’t feel broken so that was good.
The problem was he couldn’t see any of the others.
“Hello?”
His voice echoed throughout the empty space.
“Guys? Hunk? Shiro? Pidge?… Keith?”
Nothing no reply.
Lance stretched his hands out in front of him hitting the cold stone wall.
He was trapped in a small cavern only about a arms width in diameter. He felt around and found what could be the bottom of a ledge but was just out of his reach.
Lance sighed, didn’t look like he was getting out of here anytime soon.
He slid down to the wet floor drawing his knees close to his chest as he waited and listened.
At some point he must of fallen asleep because when he woke he heard someone yelling.
“Hello?” Lance called.
“Lance?” The voice replied.
A head suddenly appeared over the ledge holding a small light.
Lance realised it was Keith.
“Holy quiznark, I’ve never been so glad to see you Mullet.”
“Likewise.” He smirked offering down a hand to pull him up.
Lance tried to lift his hand high enough but a jolt of pain reminded him of his injured arm.
Keith noticed the look of pain and lowered his light slightly to see the blood stained limb.
“Fuck”
“Language” Lance chuckled.
“I don’t know how I’m going to get you out of there…” Keith sighed. “Guess we just have to hope one of the others gets out and calls Allura.”
“Don’t worry I’m sure Pidge has gotten out by now. That little gremlin practically lives in the vents so I’m sure a little underground cave system is nothing.” Lance chuckled glad to see a small smile forcing its way onto Keith’s face.
A small beeping noise came from Lance’s watch causing the blue paladin to pale. “I don’t suppose you found my meds after you fell… did you?”
Keith’s eyes widened “shit Lance… what do I do? How do I keep you here I-”
“Keith buddy calm down. Missing a dosage just makes it more likely something will happen. It’s not a definite. And if you keep talking to me it may work out fine.”
Keith seemed to calm down slightly at this but still seemed consumed by worry, not able to forget the sight of Lance standing over the plants bleeding from cuts in his wrists.
“Ok…ok, so what do you want to talk about?” Keith asked taking a shaky breath.
Lance shrugged in response causing Keith to groan in frustration.
“Ok what about the ocean? Your always talking how much you miss it.”
A fond look came across Lance’s face “I really do. I miss swimming against the current and the feeling of wet sand beneath my feet. I miss collecting sea glass and shell with my little brother and sister.”
Lance rambled on about the ocean for about 20 minutes before Keith noticed Lance had the same far away look he had last time he had slipped away.
“L-Lance? You still with me?”
“Mmhm” Lance hummed his expression suddenly turning to panic. “Keith! The water its rising! Get me out!” He yelled frantically clawing at the walls.
“Lance you need to calm down there’s no water.” Keith tried to explain.
“No there is! Its getting higher! Please pull me up! I don’t want to drown!” He yelled scrapping his finger nails so hard against the rock that one came off and the others were split and bleeding.
Keith knew this was bad. Lance could seriously hurt himself if this kept up. His thoughts turned to Hunk explaining that the best way to deal with situation was to try and calm Lance down and talk him out of what he’s doing.
Keith tried to swallow the lump in his throat. “Lance..erm you can swim remember. You just need to swim up with the water.”
Lance seemed to calm down slightly as he began to move his arms in what would a comical fashion if not for the circumstances. “Good buddy j-just concentrate on treading water and you’ll be just fine.”
“Lance? Keith?”
Shiro’s voice called from above as he scaled down the rock on a line.
“Here Shiro!” Keith called back.
Shiro landed next to him. “You ok? Where’s Lance?” He asked before following where Keith gestured to see Lance frantically moving his arms with tears falling down his face.
Shiro cursed softly under his breath. “I knew coming here was a bad idea.”
He dropped a line down to Lance and after a bit of coaxing was able to get him to the surface.
He was sedated and placed into the pods for an hour to heal the damage done to his hands. When he came out and saw all the worried faces of his friends Lance broke down sobbing.
“It happened again! I’m sorry I’m so sorry I’m such a useless paladin.”
“You have nothing to apologise for Lance. This is my fault for sending you all on this bonding exercise. I never dreamed the planet would be unstable.” Allura said as she wrapped him up in a hug.
Hunk stepped forward joining the hug"it’s not your fault princess it’s mine.“ He added guiltily “I had his meds, if I had just given them to him before the earthquake then it wouldn’t of happened.
"I should of gotten out and called for help quicker instead of waisting time looking for everyone.” Pidge mumbled throwing her arms around Lance’s torso.
“I’m the leader, looking after my team is responsibility, I’m so so sorry Lance.” Shiro placed a hand on Lance’s shoulder.
“No… its my fault I couldn’t keep you here, I let slip off.” Keith grumbled too awkward to join the hug.
After a few moment Lance looked up “let’s just move on ok? No point in feeling guilty…”

After that it was decided that every paladin would carry a small bottle of Lance’s medication on them when they went out on missions just in case.
Lance pretended it didn’t bother him, but it felt like with his team constantly monitoring him they were just admitting to something Lance had known since day one.
That he was the weakest link.

——————————————part 1: https://langsty-mc-langstface.tumblr.com/post/159802129425/watering-the-plants