she's a man eater


For @nexiumkreeth…reader is female as requested. Enjoy! (honestly, i’m good with writing anything that means Fred lives)

Y/N sprinted through the massive castle that was Hogwarts. She cast spells as she ran in an attempt to help anyone she could. Spotting Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, Y/N skid to a halt. A few dementors were heading toward the four. Without hesitation, Y/N sent her patronus after the soul-suckers.

Both Weasleys gave a nod of appreciation. Y/N turned back to the battle at hand. She shot stun spells at anything that was black and moving through the air. She glanced over her shoulder to see the four had dispersed. Seeing no one in desperate need, Y/N picked up her pace, starting to run again.

Y/N conjured her patronus once again. She led the creature with her wand, pushing away the darkest threats. Hogwarts was the only place that had ever felt like home to her. She’d be damned if she didn’t try and protect it.

The witch finally made it outside on a balcony. Her patronus lunged at a dementor that hung a little too close. The faceless beast moved away with a horrid screech. Y/N looked down the balcony, eyes widening. The Weasley twins were fighting side by side. It seemed like Fred was pushing George inside as a black ashy beam headed in their direction. Y/N could just barely make out the colored sparks coming from the moving Death Eater.

Without hesitation, Y/N raised her wand and pointed. Before she could get the words out, the shield spell she desired shot from her wand and in front of Fred. This effectively blocked the spell from hitting the Weasley. Her protective nature taking over, Y/N hopped onto the balcony rail and started shooting more powerful spells toward the Death Eater. This didn’t allow her to see Fred’s stunned face as she fought the man.

“Arresto momentum!” she shrieked, slowing him down, “Confringo!”

The Death Eater she had been facing burst into flames. Y/N turned slightly to see George pulling Fred into the castle. She smiled to herself, happy that he was safe. She shook her head, refocusing on the battle.

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Characters in American Gods
  • Laura Moon: I would kill for my husband
  • Mr. Wednesday: it's called a hustle sweetheart
  • Me. World and Co.: here come the men in black
  • Czernobog: "Fuck you and fuck your mother and fuck the fucking horse you fucking rode in on. You will not even die in battle. No warrior will taste your blood. No one alive will take your life. You will die a soft poor death. You will die with a kiss on your lips and a lie in your heart." - best curse in all of fiction tbh
  • Me. Nancy: best character 10/10 anxiously waiting for the movie adaption about his kids
  • The Zoryas: Slavic aunties with magic powers
  • Media: My speech is italicizes for emphasis. EMPHASIS!
  • Bliquis: ooooh here she comes, she's a man eater, oooh here she comes, watch out boy she'll chew you up
  • Buffalo God: BELIEVE IT
  • The cab driving ifrit: doesn't matter had sex
  • Tech Boy: we get it you vape
  • Jacquel and Ibis: I believe in my cool funeral dads
  • Whisky Jack: fuck this shit I'm out
  • Easter: sugar and spice and everything nice and about to save the world
  • Loki: surprise bitch I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me
  • Shadow Moon: I specifically asked for the opposite of this
  • Hinzelmann: hello naughty children it's murder time

    It was right. It was always right. There will always be someone too curious to head warnings, but that’s just fine. They will always be a free meal.

   You monster!

    Her a monster? Of course! That is what she is! A demon who tells their fortune for a price, but they never pay attention to the price. They are too busy with their ambitions and greed to care about the price. What a horrible choice they make.

    For the Bone Eater loves no one and no one loves her except for the shade within. 

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The Snowball part 20

Yo I finished an essay so here have another chapter :)

Link to other chapters X

Feyre’s head was throbbing like there was still loud music playing nearby. Her head felt so disconnected from her body she wondered if it was even still attached to her. That was until she tried moving an arm to cover her face from the faint light of morning and found that she was stiff and sore.

Feyre could have lied down, tucked into warm, clean sheets all morning if her mouth wasn’t as dry as a desert, and her tongue as rough as sandpaper.

Her hand blindly reached out searching for her bedside table where she normally kept a glass of water, and instead hit something soft and fleshy, and very much alive.

Feyre yelped and jolted upright. She relaxed when she saw Rhysand sprawled across her mattress, mouth open and eyes shut, clearly dreaming.

He was still fully clothed and had half kicked off the blanket he had taken from the end of her bed.

Feyre registered she was wearing a baggy, oversized t-shirt that was definitely not her own.

When Feyre tried to remember the bar last night, all that came up was her and Rhys playing their game with Amren, and Nesta beating Cassian at drinking. Much of whatever happened afterwards was a blur.

A rising sense of nausea and a sickly heat had Feyre scrambling from the bed and running to the bathroom as her stomach punished her for all the alcohol she had consumed.

Feyre sat huddled over the toilet bowl as her sweat slicked hands gripped the bowl until her vomiting subsided.

She thought she had been quiet until a soft padding of footsteps told her otherwise. A warm hand pulled back her hair while the other rubbed her back and shoulders soothingly.

“Morning.” Rhys said sleepily, while quickly planting a kiss on the top of Feyre’s head.

Feyre groaned back in response which made Rhys chuckle.

“If it’s any consolation, I think Cassian is having an even worse time than you.” Rhys laughed.

Cassian’s room was near Feyre’s and they shared the same bathroom wall, which meant that Cassian could probably hear her throwing up right now, if Cassian was even conscious.

Feyre wiped her face with some toilet paper that Rhys handed her.

“You did this to me.” Feyre said groaning, as she rested her forehead on the cool outside of the toilet bowl.

“I never did anything to you, this is your own fault.”

Feyre went silent before asking, “Did you change me?”

“As fun as that would have been, no. You insisted you could do it yourself and I had to leave the room. It took you three times to finally get it on the right way, and not inside out.”

“Is this your shirt?” Feyre asked, eyeing the gray material.

“Maybe.” Rhys shrugged.


“You asked to wear it, and I obviously didn’t mind.” Rhys said, glancing down at her exposed legs.

Feyre groaned at how embarrassing her drunk self was. “Sorry, I guess I must have been a handful last night, huh?”

Rhys just smiled at her softly, “It’s repayment, for you looking after me the other night and making sure I didn’t do anything stupid.”

“Did I do anything else… stupid?”

“You were fine. Perfectly well behaved.”

“Really?” Feyre asked surprised.

“No.” Rhys laughed. “When I got you home you refused to go to bed until I’d made you pancakes. You then dropped the entire bag of flour and decided to paint with it. You also kept touching my hair and saying how much you liked it.”

Feyre curled into a small ball on the floor and hid her face from Rhys. “You can just kill me now. It’s okay I’m ready.”

Rhys instead pulled her to her feet and convinced her to go to the kitchen and try to eat some food.

In the kitchen Feyre was surprised and a little afraid to see Amren and Nesta sitting together and talking easily.

Amren offered them a small wave when they entered but otherwise ignored them for her conversation. Nesta however, looked up and locked eyes with Feyre before her eyes flitted to the shirt she was wearing and how it was so obviously not her own.

Feyre tugged at the hum of the shirt self consciously and wished that she had changed into something else before coming down but it was too late now.

“How’s Cassian?” Rhys asked.

“He wakes from a coma long enough to hurl his guts up before slipping back under.” Nesta grinned at them.

“I’m glad someone taught him a lesson for once.” Amren muttered.

“Maybe I should go ask if he wants a coffee or something?” Feyre asked.

Behind the counter, and out of view of Nesta and Amren, Rhys wrapped an arm around Feyre’s waist and tugged her closer.

“He’ll be fine, he just needs to sleep it off.” Rhys said into her ear.

Feyre blushed as she felt Nesta’s eyes lock on them again.

“What happened to you two last night?” Nesta asked suspiciously.

Amren cut a glare at the two of them. “Well I know what they were doing before  they disappeared.”

“No hard feelings Amren?” Rhys said winking, which Amren pointedly ignored.

“I didn’t see you leaving the club.” Nesta tried again.

“That’s because you were too busy drinking flammable liquids.” Feyre quipped back.

“Feyre was a bit tipsy so I brought her back home to sleep.” Rhys added when Nesta looked like she would question further.

“I suppose she also doesn’t own her own pyjamas, so you brought her some of yours too?” Nesta asked with a sardonic grin.

At that Rhys sputtered and Nesta turned to Amren who grinned back at her.

“Are Mor and Az home?” Feyre asked quickly.

“Yeah, they came back just before dawn.” Amren answered.

Just then a news report came on the television that had everyone racing to get closer.

A headline was flashing across the screen as well as a photo of Tamlin which read, “Tamlin claims abuse rumours made up”.

“This ought to be good.” Amren rolled her eyes.

Feyre’s eyes were glued to the screen as Tamlin appeared on camera being interviewed by a reporter.

“Were you and Feyre in a relationship?” The reporter asked.

“Yes, we’d been together for several months.” Was Tamlin’s monotone response.

“And did you attack her?”

“Absolutely not. I loved her.” Tamlin’s response was adamant.

“Then why would she spread these accusations?” The reporter pushed.

“Because she was using me for my money. I was supporting her family who lived in another town and I recently stopped, she must have gotten mad and decided to get revenge.”

Feyre’s blood was boiling as she witnessed Tamlin lying on national television. She reached out to take Rhys’s hand for support which he squeezed back.

“She also mentioned that you were backing a deal which could potentially destroy a whole community?” The reporter asked.

“That’s ridiculous, why would I take part in anything like that knowingly?”

Feyre was disgusted and made to turn off the tv when it switched to footage captured on a cell phone of her and Rhys leaving Rita’s. She watched in horror as she was clearly drunk and unable to walk, with Rhys swinging her into his arms before they disappeared from view.

A voice over from a reporter cut in, “Clearly Feyre Archeron attracts the attention of very wealthy and influential men, seen here leaving a night club last night with Rhysand. Can we really trust her word?”

“What just happened?” Feyre asked in shock when a new segment started.

Amren quickly shut off the tv, leaving them in silence.

“He’ll pay for this.” Rhys growled, still staring at the tv as if he could see Tamlin.

“No. Getting into another fight isn’t going to help anyone.” Feyre said rubbing her temples.

Quick footsteps from the hallway alerted them to Mor and Azriel entering.

“We just saw the news!” Mor said horrified. “Feyre I’m so sorry this has happened.”

“It’s fine. We knew this could happen.” Feyre said trying to remain calm, but her voice broke on the word fine.

“We just need to discredit him further.” Azriel suggested.

“Yeah, find someone, a witness maybe?” Mor agreed.

Feyre listened to them all argue it out while she retreated into her own thoughts. The reporters didn’t have to use the words that everyone would now associate her with. Gold digger. Man eater. Slut.

She sat down on the couch and stared numbly at the ground trying to sort out how she felt.

Rhys continued to talk to the others, shooting her worried glances, but giving her some space to think.

When the doorbell rang everyone jumped.

“I’ll get it.” Azriel said.

They all listened quietly as Azriel answered the door. He spoke so quietly that Feyre couldn’t hear what he was saying but she thought she heard him dangerously growl “Get out”.

Eventually two sets of footsteps echoed down the hallway and Azriel reappeared looking angry but wary.

When Azriel stepped out of the way Feyre saw why. Standing behind him was Hybern.

Rhys was immediately in front of Hybern, standing face to face with him as he did everything but outright snarl and bare his teeth.

“You are not welcome here.” Rhys said growling.

Hybern simply smiled slowly. “How nice it is to see you again Rhysand. Shame about your house, but I am actually not here to see you.” Then Hybern turned his dark eyes to look directly at Feyre.

Rhys noticed the look and took an impossible step closer to Hybern, practically nose to nose.

“Leave her out of this.” He said dangerously.

“I just want to talk to the lovely Feyre.” Hybern smiled sweetly.

The compliment only angered Rhys further who looked like he was one word away from throwing a punch.

“Rhys it’s okay. I want to hear what he has to say.” Feyre interrupted.

Rhys whipped his head to look at Feyre and the moment he saw her, his eyes softened and he stiffly nodded, moving away to stand back by her side.

“Impressive.” Hybern whistled. “Do you know how many years I have tried to train that mutt?”

“It isn’t too late for me throw you out of here. Say whatever it is that you want, and then leave.” Rhys warned.

Hybern held up two hands in surrender. “Alright. I simply wanted to ask Feyre to drop her ridiculous allegations.”

Amren scoffed. “And why would she do that?”

“Because I asked her very nicely.” Hybern smiled sweetly at Feyre, but Feyre could see the rottenness underneath, and the threat that was thinly veiled.

“…And if I don’t?” Feyre challenged.

“Well. I’d lose a lot of money if Tamlin was unable to fulfil his part of our deal due to… unforeseen circumstances. It would be quite terrible for my staff. Some you may even know.” At this, Hybern smiled wickedly and Feyre had an uneasy feeling in her gut.

“Either tell us what you mean, or get out.” Rhys snarled.

“Manners Rhysand. I know your mother taught you, what would she say if she could see you now?” Hybern taunted, and it broke Feyre’s heart to see Rhys’s composure break a little.

“Enough. Tell me whatever it is you came here to do or I’ll call the police.” Feyre asked angrily.

Hybern sighed dramatically. “If you kept a closer eye on your own family members Feyre, you would already know.”

Feyre’s heart plummeted. She glanced at Nesta confused. Nesta had her brow furrowed and looked like she was furiously trying to solve something.

“Just tell me already!” Feyre practically shouted.

“Tamlin was so very kind to give me some details when I mentioned I needed a new receptionist. Elain is a very diligent worker.” Hybern bragged.

Feyre started shaking in anger but it was Nesta who spoke to Hybern.

“If you hurt her-”

“I would never hurt an innocent girl. Neither would any of my business partners. But, as I said, bad things happen when I lose money. So many workers lost.” Hybern said sadly, and turned on his heel to stride back out the front door.

Plants (Part 3)

Prompt: You get a “tattoo” that says what your soulmate is most passionate about.

Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Reader

Word Count:  1874 (Woah this is long)

Warnings: Talking about Pain in depth, character in pain, death of a loved one, death and pain in general.

A.N.: I cried a little making this one. Instead of making their discovery cute and fluffy, it’s angst-y as all hell. I also added a twist :P because I thought it was getting boring. No, this is not the last part, I plan on writing this till post WizWarII.

(PART 1) (PART 2)

“Most Soulmates have a strong emotional tether. Whatever emotion their soulmate feels, some might even feel it ten times as strong.” Hermione read aloud from one of the books. “Soulmates might often become overwhelmed with emotion. For example, if a soulmate is harmed, a great deal of sadness or anger might occur.” 

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a/n: This is a quick idea I had and needed to get out of my system, there will be a second part so dont worry too much

@beautifulramblingbrains @frecklefaceb @feminamortem @anditcametopass @dauntlessmetalmom @pathybo @mimigemrose @ag-delights @abfoster1s @sparklemichele @murmelinchen @jojuarez26 @purple-puddin @audreyfulquard @sharknadoslut [if you wanna be on the list hmu]

Warnings: Just Boomer getting a little too handsy, basically he goes to a dinner party and flirts with Luce, a girl he probably shouldn’t be flirting with…

Digger “Captain Boomerang” Harkness X OFC // Suicide Squad

word count: 2,163

1. The Party

“Finally,” Anita sighed as Luce pushed through the screen door, her arms full with a bag of groceries.

“I bought all the spaghetti they had at the store,” Luce stated as she set the shopping bag on the table. She reached into the brown paper, pulling out a large can of Guinness and crossed to the living room, handing it off to her uncle who occupied the recliner in the corner, his old hound dog curled up at his feet. He was a bitter old man but the one thing that made him smile without fail, was a cold beer.

“You’re a God send,” he stated, cracking the seal and taking a drink.

“No problem, Manny,” Luce replied with a smile. Though she referred to the man as her uncle they were not technically related. “Guess who I ran into on the way back,” she began, returning to the kitchen to empty the rest of the shopping bag’s contents.

“Big Foot,” Her sister-in-law replied. It was obvious by Anita’s tone that she had no patience for Luce, preoccupied with slicing tomatoes.

“Remember last week, Eddie was talking about meeting that guy from Australia at the bar?” Luce leaned against the counter as she spoke, “I met them on my way home.”

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FemJohn Headcanons

-Jonna “Jon” Watson is plus sized 

-like a size 12-14 or smth

-bc she has very thick thighs

-n a lotta tiddy

-n a cute soft tum that she got after She moved in with femlock who always makes sure she eats enough

-she is self conscious about it at first but she feels super cute now and enjoys her body

-She wears lacy undies and bras because she is (was) a man eater and she likes to look good asf

-she burns people alive when they call her a slut for having so many boyfriends

-Jon loves wearing tight, thin jumpers and t-shirts with big, wide necks or a plunging v.

-It definitely has nothing to do with how it makes her figure stand out

-or how Femlock seems to lose her train of thought anytime she bends over.

-bras are never a mandatory thing when not on a case.

-Jon in high waisted jeans and a lil long-sleeved crop top when she goes out on the town

-Jon wearing heels and still being shorter than Femlock

-Jon being feminine and also badass. She can be both.

-Jon cutting her hair into a bob again for the first time since Sherlock died and smiling and fluffing it all the time because she missed it so much


-Jon embracing her personal style more after she comes out as bi and there is probably a button down or two now in her closet

-and she looks like a the worlds hottest pta mum with them tucked into her jeans and unbuttoned to the middle of her chest

-she and Sherlock have matching bee hairclips

-also Jon is the one to finally break down and ask Sherlock out. And she makes sure she wears some 6 inch heels that make her the same height so she can kiss the other woman properly.

-just… Fem!John being very cool and great and her character not being compromised by her being a woman bc she’d be the same character and she’d still be a flirt and a giant nerd and the trash lord supreme all at once.

anonymous asked:

Do you think in the larger scheme of things that Taylor didn't need to go all out with the extensive stunting since the start of her career? She could have still written songs and done publicity and done light stunting instead of putting so many men on the map whose sexuality will be questioned when she comes out. I'm sure the more popular beards (Calvin, Tom, Harry) knew what they were signing up for but what about collateral damage? I feel like Taylor could have chosen a better career strategy

Okay two things, anon. First, you have to remember that she was sooo young when she got started, so of course some of the strategies were maybe misplaced, but she didn’t really have the experience to veto them.. And also, let’s remember that she was not the one coming up with this stuff, it was a series of managers and publicists. (we have paula to blame lmao). 

But anyways, of course I don’t think the stunting was a 100% good idea because it brought waaay more damage to her name than good. But I also understand why it happened. Think about it this way, she was a young gay teen trying to make it big in the country music industry.. Those two things are not very conducive to a successful career.. So to some degree, some stunting was necessary to hide the fact that maybe she isn’t singing about guys.. I honestly think it could have been done a lot better and a bit less excessively.. Maybe cut out like half of the stunts and don’t make them such a huuuge deal.. Because now she is in a worse spot because everyone knows her as the “man-eater”, so her ever coming out would be seriously scrutinized because it would be SUCH a flip for some people who aren’t necessarily paying too much attention. 

anonymous asked:

What are Clint, Natasha, Loki, Bruce, Hulk, Loki, and Thor's orientations in the Monster AU?

Monsters are kind of fluid with their orientations simply because they’re typically solitary, but it basically goes like this:

Clint: Sex-Repulsed Asexual. His trauma has fucked him up that he can’t stand that kind of intimacy. He loves cuddles though. He’ll cuddle anyone. He once tried to cuddle Hulk but since Hulk is twice his size it went as well as you’d expect. (Hulk was a good sport about it though. Hulk has been through a lot but Hulk can sense that Clint’s suffering was different but also somehow worse.)
Natasha: Straight. A literal Man-Eater. She prefers male partners for the most part. It doesn’t help that the most contact she’s had with human women has been with very intimidating women. She’s had contact with Russian snipers in WWII and Pepper Potts. Russian women at War are very frightening. And Pepper Potts could intimidate anyone. (Pepper Potts does intimidate the monsters, more than she will probably ever know.)
Loki: Pansexual, though he doesn’t have sex for the most part. Sometimes he’ll indulge in sex but it’s not really something he needs. When it comes to sex, he doesn’t discriminate. Men, women, transgender, genderfluid–he can change his gender at will still so he doesn’t see a problem with it, as long as there’s a connection.
Bruce: Straight, but he doesn’t act on it. He’s missing over sixty years of his life and he’s kind of fucked up about it. He prefers being the Hulk anyway.
Hulk: Asexuallllll???? Maybe. Hulk doesn’t strike me as a particularly sexual being lol. I mean I’m sure if someone offered he wouldn’t say no if he was in the mood, but he probably doesn’t actively seek it out.
Thor: Pansexual, although he loves the ladies an awful lot. Like he’s not going to send anyone away just because of their gender/sex but honestly ladies are his favorite because they’re so soft and delicate. (Natasha punches him in the face when he says this. Thor waves at Pepper in confusion. “I am certain that Lady Pepper could kill me but she is still soft and delicate.” Pepper stands straighter because damn right she’s soft and delicate and can still kill a man or monster.)
Sam: Bisexual leaning toward men. Avian monsters are the exception to the rule and will typically stay in pairs or small family groups. He and Riley were a couple until Riley sacrificed himself to save Sam from hunters.

If anyone cares the pairings in this AU are:

Loki/Natasha/Hulk(and Bruce)
Clint/Sam (This is quite honestly a mix of romantic and platonic. Sam is still mourning Riley and Clint is still fucked up, but they feel better when they’re together. Clint comes to love Sam as much as he is able and Sam doesn’t love him the same way he loved Riley but he still loves him.)

heart-eater, they called her:
mother of sleep and death;
she who exhaled the stars,
carved of obsidian and onyx,
a lion in her chest and
fire on her tongue.
god trembles before her:
(she is man-eater, woman and beast)
she is god-killer, rusted blood,
and she
be tamed.
—  and in the shadows she lurks, but all tremble at the sound of her name: nyx. (c.n.s; 11/23/14)

linnlovegood  asked:

helllloooo you said you could make a yachi sheat and i kind of want to do a new yachi cosplay soon sooooo~

oh man I’m super duper sorry for making you wait!!! I remember you sending in your ask ages ago oh my gosh I’ve been busy with exams and summer school and that went to the back of my mind aaaaaaaaaa

Thank you so so much for being patient friendo!!!
Here you go :’DD!

(Design based on this amazing AU fanart by @manyuarts, I just changed the colours a bit and added a few more details)

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goldcaught  asked:

AHEM kc + ‘i have to accomodate my little sibling to the doctor’s and they are totally freaking out but you tell them stories and they adore you now and holy shit i think i do too’

The little boy sitting next to her was whimpering.

               Caroline glanced down at the top of his head, covering in dark curly hair, and tapped her fingers on the back of the Vogue she had been reading.  But it wasn’t particularly interesting, and though the cute guy with dimples kept patting the boy’s shoulder, it was clear he didn’t know how to comfort the kid.

               “Do you like dragons?” she asked abruptly, and ignored Dimples when he shot her a suspicious glare in favor of smiling down at the boy who had looked up at her with wide brown eyes.

               “Y-yes,” he said, wiping his nose on the back of his hand and giving a another sniffle-whimper.

               “Well, I know dragons. Lots of great stories about them” – she handed him a Kleenex and lied between her teeth, because she totally didn’t know stories about dragons… unless you were talking adult romance novel dragons.  She paused and considered that, because if she took out the sex, she could totally make one of those into a kids story – “It all started with a woman named Aisling Grey…”

               She had just finished telling him about how Aisling and Drake, the dragon in the story, had decided to work together to solve a murder, when the a nurse entered the waiting room.

               “Henrik Mikaelson?”

               The boy looked up, his face falling when he realized that he wasn’t going to get to hear the end of the story.

               “I’ll still be here when you come back out,” Caroline assured him, and she would be.  She was just there to pick up Katherine, who could sit and wait with her, because Caroline had taken time out of her own busy schedule to pick her alcohol poisoned butt up.

               “Do you promise?” Henrik asked shyly, and Caroline solemnly crossed her finger over her heart.


               He nodded and then began to go toward the nurse, Dimples at his back, but he paused halfway there, whirled around, and rushed back to Caroline, throwing his arms around her and hugging her with all the strength in his tiny body.

               Caroline was so surprised she didn’t return the embrace at first, and by the time she had herself together again, he had already rushed off once more.  But Dimples moved a little slower, and when Caroline met his gaze, he gave her a slow, warm smile that had her belly fluttering.

               “God, I am so ready to be gone from this place!” Katherine declared, looking pale but otherwise okay.  She had a pair of dark sunglasses covering her face, and the sight made Caroline roll her eyes.

               “You’ll need to take a seat to wait.”

               Katherine blinked at her, when she began to read once more, carefully perching herself on the chair next to Caroline.

               “And why are we staying in the hospital?”

               “I promised a little boy I wouldn’t leave without saying good-bye.”

               Caroline buried herself behind the magazine, because she knew what look Katherine would be wearing, and she really didn’t want to deal with that.  No, her friend would tease her until the end of time because she was waiting to keep a promise to a little boy.

               She’d tease her even more, if she knew the butterflies that Dimple had caused her.  

               As though her words had summoned them, Henrik and his brother returned, the little boy’s eyes lighting up when he saw Caroline. Katherine sat up next to her, and Caroline knew her gaze was focused on Dimples, and she mentally cursed, because of course her beautiful, man eater of a best friend would take notice.

               “We were hoping you would come with us for ice cream,” it was Dimples that spoke, and he had an accent that made all of Caroline’s nerve ends hum in awareness.  She glanced up at him, and realized that even though Katherine was right there, pushing her boobs out just a little to gain attention, his eyes were focused entirely on her.

               “Oh… I…” and she glanced at Katherine, who looked at her over the lenses of her sunglasses before raising a brow, a wry smile crossing her lips.

               “If you could give her twenty minutes to get me home, she’ll meet you wherever you want.”

               Caroline blinked at her, and then Henrik drew her attention once more.

               “Please say yes.  Please?  Nik and I will even pay!”

               And somehow Caroline found herself sitting in front of Katherine’s apartment, feeling shell shocked with plans to meet the Mikaelson brothers.

               “How did that happen?” she asked Kat, who was sitting next to her.

               “The older brother used the younger to pick you up. It was very smoothly done.”

               When Caroline’s mouth dropped open in surprise, Katherine reached out to push it back into place gently.

               “Make sure you get his number, won’t you?  Hot British dude… I plan on living vicariously through you.”

anonymous asked:

I will always have doubts about Taylor's sexuality. Just because she dated Dianna and Karlie does not mean she's 100% gay. Harry, Tom, Calvin and now Joe, they are clearly fake. But I think something has been with John, for example. I have no idea about Jake (they've never spoken so much about), but to think that ALL the relationships she has had are PR stunt, well, then we should really call her man eater, no wait, FREAK as she called us. What do you think about it?

I am pretty darn confident she’s not straight, but whether she identifies as bi, lesbian, pan, or something else, only she knows. My personal feel is gay, but that doesn’t mean she can’t have actually dated one or more of the guys in her past. Lots of fully gay women (yours truly included) have dated men either while figuring things out, or out of a hope that maybe they could be bi for the right guy.

I agree with you on the most likely candidate to have been a real relationship if one exists. He messed with her head, but could have done so even if it wasn’t real. I’m much more confident of four of the women in her life than the men. But that doesn’t mean they can’t have been real. Only she and they know for sure.

One thing I don’t condone is calling her names for her dating past, whether they’re all real, or none of them are. It’s her life, she deserves to live it how she wants, and it’s not our job to judge her for it. She’s under tremendous pressure all the time. As her fans, we should support her, not tear her down along with everyone else.