someone probably already figured this out

my favorite thing that Clark Kent does is try to figure out how a Normal Human Man would respond to getting injured

like if someone shoots at him he can say “oh he missed” and if someone tries to punch him he can kind of roll with it and barely avoid getting hit so they don’t smash their hand while going “oh ow oof what a punch ouch”

but then here comes the Joker with a comically large wooden mallet and now Clark has to figure out how Normal Human Man Clark Kent could conceivably survive this without making it obvious that he is not actually a Normal Human Man. just “oh goddammit i’ve never even seen someone get hit with one of these before, the joker’s probably seen all kinds of people get hit, he knows what this is supposed to look like but i have no goddamn idea i am so fucked”

superman may have the power of flight and super strength but clark kent has the power of improv

So... Solas and Zathrian

I’m replaying Origins because it’s been a while, and I got to the part with the Dalish, and I’ve been noticing the similarities between Solas and Zathrian. Yes, they are both bald elven mages who lived a long time. But no, go deeper than that.

Zathrian talks about the pain he carries, how he’s lived for so long that pain has become ingrained in him, and he’s not certain he’s even capable of letting it go anymore.

And there’s a conversation between Solas and Cole to similar effect:

  • Cole: You are quiet, Solas. I don’t hear your hurt as much. Your song is softer, subtler, not silent but still.
  • Solas: How small the pain of one man seems when weighed against the endless depths of memory, of feeling, of existence.

And that’s just really interesting to me, personally. And then I’m watching the cutscene between Zathrian and The Lady and I notice something else.

You know that scene in Inquisition where Solas leads you to Skyhold and he always has the same staff no matter what you have him equipped with?

And I’ve always thought that was strange. Why would the devs to that? Like, “We need him to have this staff in this scene. No, we’re not going to tell you why. Just do it.”

GUYS! IT’S ZATHRIANS FUCKING STAFF!

reasons to love day6

jae;

  • A Dork, a lanky palm tree
  • loud at first and then becomes really quiet and listens to/observes other people
  • best facial expressions 
  • is always willing to give up something if he feels like someone else would benefit more from it (eg: when he gave wonpil the last piece during the vlive mukbang
  • wow how did i go this long without mentioning hIS VOicE?!?!?!???? boy knows how to pull off the raspy hipster voice while still clearly expressing emotion
  • when he clears his throat in every single damn radio show cover (+Dance Dance) 
  • casually has all these melodies and beautiful lyrics hidden somewhere in his head 
  • actually a really deep thinker even though on the surface all he does is meme
  • the fact that he already graduated college before he got into the industry so he’s pretty much got himself all figured out 
  • most relatable human (”I am trash but it is worth it” -Jae 2k17)
  • american humour, totally a tumblr dude
  • can someone pls tell him he looks good with or without his glasses he’s so insecure
  • looks like the kind of person that would either be really fun or really boring on road trips

sungjin;

  • Meme Father, busan boy
  • looks serious and intimidating until he does literally anything
  • that look he gets where he’s initially ticked off and then realizes that he should probably just let it go
  • THE RASPY THING HE DOES WITH HIS VOICE 
  • i think i’ve only ever heard him go out of tune once, like ever
  • when he uses the shaker in english song covers
  • that time he said “misunderstanding” on asc
  • he’s so willing to make a fool out of himself for others’ enjoyment (eg: basically any time he dances and he knows everyone’s laughing because he’s horrible but he OWNS IT
  • he’s sassy literally 25/7 he’s so sarcastic bih i LOVE it
  • how he clearly understands what people are saying in english but he just laughs silently and doesn’t respond 
  • he learned how to play so many instruments before he settled on guitar and leader 
  • his aCcENt,, 
  • he dresses himself like a casual fratboy or a farmers child there’s no in-between 

brian;

  • The Middle Child 
  • mediates all conversations between all members always
  • can someone call him YoungK at least once pls
  • is he sleeping or is he jumping off the walls rn who knows could be either one
  • so spontaneous and goes with the flow and super chill
  • relatable university student (”are you ready for your exam?” “no i’m going to study the night before”)
  • when he says CAAAAnada and Toroooonnuh (as a canadian I certify that’s how we say it)
  • he just really loves terry 
  • a lyrical genius,, man in a movie got me shook fam
  • somehow finds time to write and compose almost all day6 songs while still balancing school life and personal life
  • that time wooyoung exposed him by telling the story of how drunk Brian wouldn’t stop saying fuck into the phone
  • how quickly he mastered english even though he only lived in canada for a few years (I know people who’ve been here for 10+ years and they still can’t pronounce the “th” sound it’s difficult ok)
  • how flawlessly he transitions between falsetto and his normal singing voice and then it goes really low and then oh that’s a truMPet
  • does anyone even know what his real hair colour is anymore

wonpil;

  • Personification of Sunshine 
  • his go-to facial expression is to smile as wide as he can
  • the way his whole face and body language changes when he smiles
  • his voice is so unique but he’s got a great range and it’s really strong
  • he tries so hard when speaking in english
  • embraces the fact that he gets weird sometimes and runs with it (”hyung are you a bear”)
  • has written some of the most beautiful lyrics in their songs 
  • winking machine
  • “this dance move is really hard guys seriously try it” 
  • that sound he makes when he’s really confused like EH?? and he just stumbles over his words until it fades into quiet and then he goes AAAH AH AH AH OK 
  • fashion icon 
  • he’s just here to have a good time fam 
  • aegyo king except he spends like a full minute hyping himself up to do it
  • he just really loves dowoon

dowoon;

  • little baby puppy don’t hurt him
  • has so much love for the other members and is so grateful
  • looks like a cinnamon roll but can actually kill you 
  • strong af (eg: that time he killed a mosquito and ended up punching a hole in the freaking wall) 
  • sososososososososoo shy and his ears get red but he embraces it and tries to overcome it 
  • when he speaks you’re automatically like ??? did that voice just come out of that smol bean
  • and is actually so sassy and sarcastic??
  • has the best comedic timing 
  • every once in a while he comes out with these sayings that are absolute gems ok;
  • ”dowoon what are your dreams” “I’m so rich that I take the taxi everywhere. actually I don’t take the taxi. I walk.
  • “say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” “superaoefjnoawenfiaweocious” (nailed it)
  • “i’m a man in a….” “ moooovieee~” 
  • when he speaks english (”your eyes like… black hole.”)
  • pretty much grounds the whole group 
  • is taking vocal lessons! pls support this shy puppy

Things about her that are effed up!

Aries: She already has a backup plan

Taurus: You can’t ever feel secure, because just when you do she will drop you. But the next person she is with is just like you.

Gemini: Don’t go through her phone.

Cancer: She has 10 backup plans, and all of them are your best friends.

Leo: She’s got it figured out to where you can’t just leave her life. She has every string you have attached. Tread softly or she will flip that whole life upside down

Virgo: She has you in love, but she probably isn’t. If she is she will make sure you’re hers till death.

Libra: She’s cute and soft on the outside. One little problem. If their is someone cuter than you she’s already plotting how to sleep with him.

Scorpio: this sedeuctress doesn’t need revenge. Hers is that everyone is already in love with her, and she knows it.

Sagittarius: Evil is the word, but the charm will outsmart you even if you see it coming you’ll fall for it.

Capricorn: People say they act cold, and aren’t. They are. Ask your best friend/s

Aquarius: Everything about them is fucked, but you can’t help but want that in your life to spice it up.

Pisces: If one is in your life you’re under their spell. They are good at having you do things their way, and making you want to. They win either way.

Significance

A NIGHT AT WORK | NAMJOON VERSION 

WORD COUNT: 9K 

He was a professor, and you were his favourite.

During your first year of university you found Mr Kim to be quite the English teacher, you always anticipated his class every Thursday and Friday afternoon and it seemed your hard work didn’t go unnoticed either. Late night extra credit classes soon became a place for your deepest and dirtiest desires.

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, squirting, strong language 

Originally posted by just-namjooned

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Show Me.

Show me where the casting call said they were looking for a Latina actress to play Maggie Sawyer. OH, you can’t? I figured. But what DO we know about the casting call/process for Maggie? Oh… only that the minute Chyler saw her she knew she was Maggie Sawyer. THAT IS LITERALLY ALL WE KNOW. We do not know if they were looking for a Latina…and nothing else… zilch…nada. (also how is it white washing when comic Maggie Sawyer is literally a damn white woman with blonde hair?)

ALL we have to go on is Kreisberg’s ass saying Maggie would be Latina. But that was ONE time, after Maggie was already casted. And they quickly changed it when they probably figured out she is not latina. Chances are high that He just assumed Flo was Latina. (just LIKE EVERYONE ELSE). But that does NOT mean she specifically went out to get cast knowing they were looking for a Latina. The same goes for her previous rolls that people are saying she “stole”. We have absolutely NO PROOF that she knows shows look for Latina actors and that she goes out to fake being latina and take the rolls. Stop vilifying someone when you don’t know the full story. 

This fandom is so, so, so VERY ugly. I cannot stand it. Saying things like, “Floriana should choke and die” is not right at all and you should be ashamed for saying something like that. If you still don’t care how Flo feels, how would Chyler like you saying something like that? Because I know you all worship the ground she walks on. You all do not deserve Chyler or Flo. And one day, they are not going to be active in this fandom (Jeremy is already taking a break) because all you people do is bitch, cry, talk shit and complain about literally everything when you don’t even have all of the facts, just jump straight to conclusions. 

Be adults. Take a step back. Relax. Enjoy Sanvers. Enjoy how well the actresses treat us and how involved they are. You may not agree with someones personal life, but that’s just it. It isTHEIR personal life. People are always going to do things you disagree with. Family, friends, what have you. Learn to accept it and move on

Not your son

Summery:  Lucien hasn’t spoken to his other dad, Damien’s Ex, in years. And he has good reason to avoid him. Lucien’s other father goes to his school to try and talk to him. (transphobia tw)

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Lucien lounged  in his desk seat. In the margins of his notes he doodled an intricate pattern of bats.  His complete disinterest in the lecture was obvious. What possible use could knowing tangents and cosines be to him in his life. He yawned and stretched. This 50 minute class felt like it had lasted hours, and only half an hour had passed.

The teacher apparently had noticed that Lucien wasn’t paying attention, because she called on him to answer a question. He stared blankly at her for a couple seconds. He opened his mouth to ask her to repeat the question but at that moment there was a crackle of static from the intercom.

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hidden identities [ii]

hidden identities: part i // part iii

pairing: peter parker x superhero!f!reader
word count: 1k
warnings: swearing probably, but apart from that not rly.
summary: reader is one of peter’s best friends and has so far successfully hidden the fact that she’s a butt-kicking superhero by night until she finds herself fighting side-by-side with spiderman and getting a little injured.

a/n: thank you all so much for the reaction to the last part of this fic! Sorry it took so long, I knew what I wanted for the  beginning but the rest was a bit fuzzy anyway! we’re just gonna roll with it. I think I’m going to turn this into a mini-fic, :)

p.s. btw Ned already knows Peter is Spider-man in this part ! also why is it so damn hard to find a qual blank gif of ned + peter staring at liz?! siiiigh. 

p.p.s. sorry if you have a cat.

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As you turned from the lunch line, your feet instinctively walked towards Ned and Peter’s table, plopping yourself down with your tray, sitting at your usual spot in front of them.

“Hey guys, so I know that I wasn’t there yesterday but how was-” You abruptly stopped when you realized that you held neither of the two boy’s line of sight. Instead, they were busy gazing past your shoulder, Peter’s head rested on his hand and a very visible dreamy look sported in his eyes. 

You turned your form to see what these two boys were looking at, but from the dreamy look that Peter had, you could already guess what—or more probably, who—was behind you.

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on self-diagnosing

when i was about 14, i went to a mental health service and was diagnosed with major depression and generalized anxiety disorder. i got put on antidepressants that didn’t work and went to a few therapists that didn’t help me. my parents wasted hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars getting me treated for disorders that were not my true problem.

when i was 21, i went through the hardest break-up of my life. i went to a counselor who didn’t diagnose me at all - she talked to me like she didn’t care what my mental health issues were and that’s when i realized it doesn’t matter what your diagnosis is, as long as you’re getting treated for the problems that lie in front of you.

last year, when i was 21/22, i experienced a few bpd episodes. on new years, i got someone i was barely friends with to drive me over 30 minutes to my ex’s house to punch him in the face over something stupid. i couldn’t believe how manic it made me feel - i felt totally on top of the world. until the next day where the guilt swallowed me alive and i was stuck in yet another bout of depression. a couple months later, i found myself breaking down in the college stairwell over drama with another boy, calling my parents and telling them i was going to kill myself after he blocked me. they had to come pick me up because they didn’t think i would be okay if i drove.

i didn’t understand what was up with these symptoms. why did all of my depression stem from my relationships? why did i want to fling myself off of a bridge after the smallest disagreement? i was more than depressed - i was angry. i was so, so angry. for as long as i can remember, i’d cycle through the worst emotions followed by mania followed by the worst emotions. but it happened so fast, i could barely remember it by the time i got a chance to tell anyone.

i got back into therapy, into medication. i got put on a different antidepressant. i told my doctor, “you don’t understand. i have bouts of anger. do you have anything for that?” she prescribed me an anxiety medication for panic attacks.

the point is doctors do what they can to treat you. they don’t know what is going to help. they’re stumbling around blindly until they find something that works. they don’t truly know what’s going on in your head. they try to diagnose you on your first appointment at a mental health service and if you don’t portray all of your symptoms perfectly, you WILL get an incorrect diagnosis.

i never did my own research. i fed into the lie that psychiatrists/psychologists will do anything in their power to give you a correct diagnosis. i never self-diagnosed until i heard about bpd. luckily, i was already going to a psychiatrist when i heard about it, so i brought it up to him. he said, “huh, yeah, you’re probably right. that does sound like your symptoms” and prescribed me an anti-psychotic. still no diagnosis.

let me reiterate: i could have been getting the help i needed for YEARS, and i didn’t, because though i went through quite a few therapists and psychiatrists, none of them could figure out my diagnosis. it took the couple of “bpd freak-outs” i had for someone to take me seriously. for someone to finally say, “you have a lot of bipolar symptoms…” still not the right diagnosis, but it was getting closer, at least. if i didn’t have those freak-outs, i can guarantee you i still wouldn’t even have a “huh, yeah.” because in the world of psychiatrists (and a lot of times people who are anti self-diagnosis), your symptoms don’t matter until you have the worst possible symptoms, until your symptoms are outward, and that’s unfair and ridiculous.

so this is where the line gets blurred. to those who are anti self-diagnosis: am i allowed to say i have bpd because my psychiatrist told me i did but didn’t officially diagnose me? i ultimately stopped going to a psychiatrist and therapy because i spent another thousand dollars (out of my own pocket this time) to diagnose myself and i didn’t agree with the medication i was on. should i go back for one appointment just to satisfy your need for me to be officially diagnosed?

thinking back on the counselor i had when i was 21, i realized that the diagnosis doesn’t matter. but nobody takes you seriously unless you have a diagnosis and this is what’s wrong, not the fact that people self-diagnose. maybe if people took the symptoms seriously, people wouldn’t find the need to self-diagnose. maybe if mental illness wasn’t this exclusive club, people would feel more comfortable talking about their symptoms, even if they’re less drastic than yours are.

the point is this: somebody self-diagnosing doesn’t affect you. the only reason people knock people for self-diagnosing is because they want to feel powerful and elite. congratulations - you have an official diagnosis. i have three if you count adhd. but my most important number four diagnosis is being left untreated and tumblr has helped me get though a lot of my bpd-related issues and to that, i am thankful. because the resources are always going to be more important than the diagnosis and i am happy that those who self-diagnose are getting the resources they need.

anonymous asked:

How do INTPs in love work?

Not very well.

Heh. Okay. The fact is, we don’t like ourselves at first when we realize that we’re developing feelings for someone. For one thing, sometimes we have this bad habit of pretending like our feelings don’t exist. Of course, we know perfectly well that this isn’t true, but we do indulge in a little fantasy along this line.

Of course, emotions are not to be ignored, and eventually they thrust themselves upon you and demand your attention. So, when an INTP finally admits to himself that he loves someone, he’s probably already loved that person for a long time and refused to harbor any such thoughts.

But that’s only the first step. Because after that, the INTP will keep these feelings to himself and ponder them for at least a few weeks, meanwhile doing his best to look nonchalant and not too miserable. Because chances are the thought that’s going to occur to him immediately after he admits that he’s in love is, “And there’s no way this is ever going to work out.”

When it comes to emotions, INTPs are incredibly insecure. It’s not just that we don’t have a good grip on our own emotions. It’s also that we have a really difficult time believing that we can actually connect with anyone else emotionally. Because a lot of us are considered nerdy, uncool, or a sort of intellectual sideshow, we can get used to people being in awe of our minds without actually wanting to be friends with us. Believe it or not, this bothers us, and it generally affects an INTP to the point that he’s going to think that the people around him are really just putting up with him. It’s not unusual for him to even think that his closest friends are really just there to be nice, and not because they actually like him. 

Believe it or not, we are usually aware of how annoying we are. We just have no idea of how to fix it.

So, back to the subject at hand … We basically can’t imagine anyone actually wanting to be with us. It’s very difficult. Our emotional insecurity is pretty crippling sometimes, and at no time more so than when it has to do with us finally admitting that we’re in love.

At this point, the lovesick INTP has a couple of options.

1. Confess his love to the person of his interest.

Actually, that’s not really an option to an INTP. In fact, this might not even cross your typical INTP’s mind as a possibility for a couple of weeks. Seriously. We’re a little dense sometimes.

2. Keep on with life, get close to the person without actually admitting any romantic attachments, and hope that something happens without him having to be the first one to say anything.

I think this is the option a lot of folks choose. The “wait and see” mindset is pretty normal for an INTP, as they like to keep their options open. It’s a wimpy way of dealing with feelings, but, then INTPs have a tough time handling feelings, especially when they’re newly discovered.

3. Actively try to crush the emotion and avoid the person of his interest in the hope that the love will die because the situation is too hopeless.

Now, I don’t know if any INTP will choose this option at first. He may. He may also, and I think this is more likely, choose this option later, generally if option two starts to prove too painful for him.

You see, an INTP feels things very deeply. Once we legitimize our emotions, they sort of take over for a bit until we can get them under control. This might take a while, depending on just how mature the INTP is. At any rate, because we are pretty much idealists, we tend to take our emotions to the extreme, even if we don’t necessarily like showing that side of ourselves to people. And so we’ll obsess over it for a while. 

And how does the INTP act around the person of his interest during this time? Well, he will definitely be talking to the person. When the person has anything to say, the INTP will listen with the greatest of interest, which is just about the highest compliment he can pay anyone. And he’ll be glad to spend any and all time talking with the person of his interest.

If, somehow, the INTP should find that his feelings are reciprocated, you can be sure that he’ll be pretty loyal and take the relationship seriously in his INTP way. Since we are so slow at forming deep relationships, we tend to treasure the few we have all the more, and it is very hard for us to let go. Even if the person doesn’t reciprocate his feelings, the INTP will probably feel pretty loyal to the person of his interest, especially if they’re already friends.

So, basically, we’re hopeless, diehard romantics who are way too scared to show that side of us, even if it means being alone. Rejection by a loved one is a pretty frightening thing to someone who is used to being the odd one out.

INTPs are slow to fall in love, and even slower to fall out of it. If there’s anything we can be irrational about, it’s a person we care for deeply, and this both frustrates and fascinates us. 

Go figure.

arkhamsnight  asked:

hey admin v how are you? can i request a headcanon about naruto, sasuke, kakashi & gaara finding out that their respective s/o is pregnant? i cant get enough of your imagines thanks admin v! ❤️❤️❤️

I am doing fantastic, I just cooked some monkey bread and now I’m writing, so two thumbs up from me! I’m super glad you’re enjoying my imagines, I hope these next headcanons are suffice!

I went back and forth between using female pronouns and neutral pronouns, but female pronouns are present because of pregnancy. :)

Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi, and Gaara Reacting to Their S/o Telling Them That They Are Pregnant:

Naruto:

  • Naruto would definitely HEAR the words come out of his s/o’s mouth, but he wouldn’t necessarily process them at first. 
    • “Naruto…I’m pregnant.” 
    • “Oh that’s cool, do you want to go get ramen?”
    • His s/o would give him a look he’s used to getting. It’s the “Wtf, are you an idiot?” look 
    • Cue Naruto repeating what she said in his head. Silence. And then, “PREGNANT?! WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?!”
  • You know the episode of “Friends” when Rachel tells Ross that she’s pregnant and he just sits there looking at her with a stupid-ass look? That’s Naruto. 
  • Naruto’s would have to sit down. The news just catches him so off guard, it’s a little mind boggling. I feel like in this case he and his wife would be married and not actively trying for kids, they’re just going with the flow. Naruto has never been one to plan for things so it makes the most sense. And even though they’re going with the flow, when someone you love says to you “I’m carrying your offspring” it’s like getting your head dunked into cold water. In this case, Naruto’s whole body feels like it’s been drenched in cold water. 
  • While sitting down, Naruto would try and figure out the exact conception date. He’d do the math and would be like, “oh yeah…that-that can definitely get someone pregnant.” And he thinks that only a matter of seconds have passed, when in reality it’s been like 10 minutes. His s/o grabbed a magazine and just waited for him to get his shit together.
  • Once THAT thought blows over, the cold water feeling would be replaced by a warm feeling. I’m going to have a baby? I’m going to have a family? I’ll have more people to greet me when I come home? He’s going to shoot up right from his seat and pick his s/o up and spin them around. He’s just so happy, he’s never had a blood-family (that’s alive) before and it’s just very exciting. 
  • And then it hits him. He didn’t have parents, they died. He didn’t have siblings, no aunts, uncles, grandparents, it was just him. Grant it he did have Jiraiya, but he wasn’t the greatest role model in the world. He did have Kakashi and Iruka, but they weren’t there for him all the time like a father would be. So Naruto would put his s/o down and sit back down and just think, how the FUCK am I supposed to do this?!
  • Now his s/o, bless her heart, is going to notice a different look in his eye when he sits down for the second time. It’s not a look of shock, it’s a look of doubt. So his s/o is going to take his hands and bring him back to reality and ensure Naruto that he’s going to be a great father. She’ll tell him that there is no perfect father, that they all make mistakes at some point, and that she will be there with him every step of the way. I think that would be enough to reassure him - for now - and he’ll go back to hugging his s/o. 
  • Oh you bet your sweet ass that he’s going to make this HUGE vow to his s/o, that he’s not going to leave them no matter what and that he’s going to be the father he never had. 
  • Overall, he’s very excited.

Sasuke:

  • He’s going to hear loud and clear what his wife told him - yeah he’s not the type to get someone pregnant out of wedlock. And well, he’s not going to have a different external look, his eyes will widen, but that’s about it. However, he’s still going to be shocked. Despite wanting to rebuild the Uchiha Clan, he and his s/o were not actively trying for kids. He probably won’t believe them at first tbh.
    • “Sasuke, I’m pregnant.”
    • “Hm….Are you sure?”
    • “Yes.”
    • “Hm.”
  • Sasuke is happy, trust me. He’s rebuilding his clan, there’s going to be someone else who can carry the sharingan and he can pass his teachings on to. However, he’s going to be doubtful right away (all of these guys are going…because they all have daddy issues). 
  • Fugaku Uchiha, was not the warmest person in the world and it was pretty damn obvious that he favored Itachi over Sasuke. And while sure, Fugaku loved both sons on the inside, he never expressed it on the outside, ya know, where it counted. So Sasuke never really experienced the warm, fatherly, experience. That’s the first problem. The second problem is that his entire clan died (i’m going to keep bringing this up), so Sasuke’s family experience was cut short. And unlike Naruto, Sasuke never had another father figure or positive role model in his life. So he’s pretty clueless on how exactly to parent. 
  • The third problem is that Sasuke is an asshole (love him, but it’s true) and he knows this. He recognizes that what has happened to him completely changed him and his personality. Because of his cold exterior, he realizes that he may not be the greatest parent and that’s not at all what he wants. Of course he wants his child to have the father he never had, but he knows he’s not going to change, that’s just how he is. 
  • And something he would never admit out loud, but he’s scared. Sasuke is constantly scared that one day he’s going to wake up and his s/o will be gone. Now put his child, his own blood into that mix and his fear doubles. He knows the dangers of being an Uchiha, people either A) Don’t like you or B) Want to kidnap you because you have the sharingan. Despite how strong he is, he’s thinking, There’s going to be at least one time when I’m not home and something will happen. History’s going to repeat.
    • A child also contradicts his mission of atoning for his sins, so he’s having that internal battle as well. 
  • Sasuke and his s/o have good communication, so after mulling everything over he’s going to express his doubt and concerns (not his fear though). He’s going to express it in a nonchalant way so it doesn’t seem like his doubts are THAT big of a deal, but his s/o knows better. 
  • His s/o would tell him that she’s happy and honored to be carrying his child. And she would tell him that if he needs to keep up with his mission for atoning for his sins, then he can, she’s not going to hold it against him. She’ll have to remind him that he did not marry a weak woman and that she can take care of herself. And all she wants from him, is not to change for the baby, but to try his best for it. Those words would be enough to ease the rising tension in his mind. With that said and done, Sasuke is going poke his wife’s forehead 
  • Overall, he’s nervous BUT looking forward to having a child. 

Kakashi:

  • He literally freezes in his spot. He doesn’t know where to begin with the news, he has all of these thoughts racing around in his head. Each competing on which is the most important. And ya know which one crosses the finish line first? This one:
    • “Is it mine?”
    • His poor s/o is caught off guard by the question and is hurt that he would assume it wasn’t his. “O-of course it’s yours.”
    • “You hesitated.”
    • “It’s yours Kakashi, who the FUCK would I cheat on you with?!”
    • The way she answers his question gives him reassurance that, yes, the baby growing inside his partner is his.
  • I feel like Kakashi isn’t the type to get married, it’s out of occupational hazard and he doesn’t really see the point in it. So this means that the woman he got pregnant is his girlfriend. Kakashi is the type who wouldn’t want kids, he wants dogs. He already raised enough kids, naruto, obito. 
  • On this Episode of “Daddy Issues” we look at Kakashi’s case. His father killed himself and left his son an orphan. That tends to stick with someone forever. He did have another father-ish figure, that was Minato, he died. He probably hung out with Guy enough to interact with Duy, but Duy didn’t fill in the father shoes. After Minato, Kakashi had to grow up on his own, sans parents. I don’t want to say that he doesn’t know how to raise a child because he sort of raised Naruto and he helped shape Obito, but Naruto and Obito were teenagers. Anything before that he has no clue on what to do, no one ever told him how to prepare for that. 
  • He’s scared (everyone is lmao), this is because he doesn’t know what he’s doing AND because he’s a ninja. Now, he is a strong ninja, but being strong doesn’t stop death, it lowers the chances of it getting you. He’s afraid that he’ll die and leave his child in the position he was in when he was a teenager. Surprisingly, he’s not afraid of what kind of father he would be. He knows his strengths and weaknesses, but he’s very balanced so he’s cool. 
  • Kakashi would sit down with his s/o and talk with them and ask them what she wants. At the end of the day, he can talk about how scared his and how he doesn’t want kids but it’s his s/o’s body so it’s their choice. He respects that.
  • When his s/o tells him that she wants to keep the child, Kakashi will back them up 100%. He’s not gonna leave them, oh hell no. He would never dream of it. Kakashi isn’t one to panic for long periods of time and he’s a very flexible person, so I can imagine he’ll quickly get over his initial panic attack. That doesn’t mean he stopped being scared, this just means that he has accepted it and he is working through it. 
  • He communicates to his girlfriend better than Sasuke, so he would actually tell her what he’s afraid of. She would reassure him that once you’ve raised a teenager, you’re ready for a baby. And she would stop being a ninja (he’d probably date a fellow ninja) so that their child does not have to worry about losing two parents. Kakashi would fight back on that, but not much because that lifts some of the weight off of his chest. 
  • Overall: When he thinks about raising a baby he gets so nervous he wants to throw up, but he also wants to puke out of excitement
  • (Better call Pakun so he can calm Kakashi down with his paw)

Gaara:

  • My poor sandy son
  • Oh this boy straight up passes out. It’s like the air gets knocked out of his chest, he’s just…stunned.
    • “Gaara, I have something to tell you.”
    • “What is it?”
    • “You may wanna sit down.”
    • “I’m fine. Now tell me what’s bothering you.”
    • “I’m pregnant.”
    • “…” And after that he passes tf out.
  • When he comes to, he asks what happened, and when his wife (totally has to be married for this to be a thing) tells him what happened, he freezes. Like Naruto, he does the math and thinks back to fun times that happened in the Kazakage’s office. And then this poor, poor man, thinks back on his own childhood. 
  • Lets start with Gaara’s father. The man sealed a demon inside of his child; he raised Gaara in isolation; he tried to kill him multiple times; he told him that his mother did not love him; and look, I know their relationship was cleared up during the war, but you can’t rewrite the past. Then there was the fact that his entire village hated him for the first 14 years of his life and that he was the target for multiple attacks and kidnappings. Needless to say, Gaara had it rough.
  • Now, he’s not thinking straight when reliving all of this so he’s thinking about his own child and them living through this. And this honest to god breaks his heart, he wouldn’t want this on his child. 
  • Now, what is Gaara so afraid of? Well, he had a terrible childhood and has only recently learned to love others and to have non-stoic emotions. So he’s afraid of not being emotionally there for his child. 
  • The second thing he is afraid of is them being targeted like he once was. His child is not going to just be his child, they’re the child of the fifth kazekage and the strongest ninja in Suna. He’s afraid of them being the target of many kidnappings and people constantly using his child to get to him.
  • The THIRD thing he is afraid of his losing his wife. Gaara’s own mother died during childbirth, he doesn’t want his wife to suffer the same fate. And he would hate to be left alone because he would be at a total loss on what to do with a baby. 
  • However, despite all of this, I think Gaara would actually conquer his fears before the child is even born. Gaara wants to be the dad he never had and is going to use everything his father did wrong to his advantage, so he can do everything right. Out of all of them, he knows exactly what he needs to do to prepare himself for a child and I think is the most ready to raise a child. (surprising to say the least) 
  • Once he has this epiphany (cause he doesn’t have time to emotionally check out), he’s going to shoot out of bed and then pull his wife into a kiss. This surprises her because wasn’t he having an existential crisis a moment ago? When he pulls away, he’s going to go on this passionate rant of how he’s going to love his child so much and how he’s going to protect them and make sure he’s the greatest dad in the world. He’ll also go on a rant about how in the upcoming months, his wife will have the best doctors taking care of her and how he’s also going to protect her. 
  • His child isn’t even born and he’s already a doting dad. 
  • Overall, Gaara is nervous, but ready.

mrs--sawyer  asked:

Love what you've written, could you possibly write how you think the rest of the gang would find out about Jughead and Betty?

Thank you so much! I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve decided to combine this with another request that was sent in by @sophiiemead so this is part one, and the conclusion to this will be completed on the request they sent in. Hope you like it! 

Summary: Archie and Kevin find out about Betty and Jughead’s relationship when they see them sharing an intimate embrace through Archie’s bedroom window

Also, I already wrote about Veronica finding out about their relationship so you can read that here.

Betty’s Bedroom

“I hate lying to everyone, Juggie.” Betty stood from the spot where she and Jughead sat on her bed, crossing the room to stand in front of her bedroom window. “We should tell them the truth, I think they’d be more supportive than we think.”

“I know, and we will, but I kind of like the secrecy of it all,” Jughead admitted, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the bed before joining her by the window. “It eludes to some sort of greater mystery that’s bigger than either one of us, just waiting for someone to figure it out and be solved once and for all. It’s exciting, and yes, mysterious. And you know I love a good mystery.”

“Then I should probably tell you, Veronica already knows,” Betty clamped her teeth together, wincing as she waited to hear what Jughead had to say about that.

“You told her?”

“No, she sort of figured it out at Pop’s the other day,” Betty explained. “Apparently it really wasn’t that hard of a mystery to crack. I guess it has something to do with the way you look at me or some other sentimental garbage like that.”

“Oh, really?” Jughead raised one eyebrow, taking a step closer to place a gentle hand on Betty’s arm. “Well, what about when I do this? Do you think this would give us away?”

Leaning in close, Jughead brushed his lips across the smooth skin on the side of her neck, kissing it softly before pulling back to meet her gaze with an amused grin.  

“Uh, yeah, I think that would definitely blow our cover,” Betty giggled, her hand flying up to cover her mouth and hiding the rosy pink color creeping onto her cheeks.

“What about this?” In one quick motion, Jughead maneuvered one hand behind Betty’s back to steady her, and used the other to tickle her side before she could dodge him.

“Juggie, you know I start convulsing like I’m having some type of weird muscle spasm when you do that!” Betty shrieked, jumping back from his embrace and fleeing to the other side of the room.

“Then you better not let me catch you,” Jughead warned, his lips quirking up into a devilish smirk as he waited for her to make a move.

“Get away from me!” Betty darted for her bed, leaning across it to snatch a pillow from the massive pile at the top of the mattress. Without looking, Betty launched the pillow across the room in Jughead’s general direction. It missed her target completely, nearly knocking her grandmother’s antique desk lamp off her bedside table.

“Betty Cooper, you’re terrible at instigating pillow fights,” Jughead teased, glancing back to watch the teetering lamp shake in protest.

“Oh yeah?” Betty taunted, reaching for another pillow and holding it out as she prepared to chuck it at him once more. “How do you like this?”

Once again, the pillow missed Jughead, flying past him to smack the window with enough force to knock the curtains out of the way and let the light come pouring into the bedroom.

“Like I said,” Jughead smirked. “Terrible.”

With a defeated sigh, Betty held up her hands in surrender to show Jughead that she wanted a truce and slowly crossed the room to stand in front of him by the now-open window.

“Well, lucky for you,” Betty began, reaching her arms around his neck and leaning in close. “I’m better at other things.”

“Really?” Jughead challenged, his gaze dropping to her lips. “Prove it.”

Archie’s Bedroom

“Thanks again for letting me borrow your history book, Archie.” Kevin said as he unzipped his backpack and shoved the thick textbook deep into his bag. “I would have asked Betty, but she’s not answering her phone. Plus her mother scares me more than that girl with the terribly unconditioned hair from that scary movie you guys made me watch last week.”

“Trust me, she scares me too. Well, Mrs. Cooper, not the girl from the Ring,” Archie assured him, glancing up from the sheet music on his desk to smile at Kevin from across the room. “And it’s no problem. I don’t have that test until Friday anyway. Just drop it by when your done, or find me at school sometime this week.”

“Will do,” Kevin nodded, spinning around to face the guitar propped against the side of Archie’s nightstand.“Hey, how’s the whole music thing going by the way? Any hope that you’ll become the next Justin Bieber and need a very handsome, very helpful, assistant to guide you through the perilous lifestyle of being a world renowned pop-star?”

“Uh, let’s hope not,” Archie scoffed, tossing his pencil onto his desk and turning in his chair to face the window.“And it’s going well, I just need to-”

Archie stopped suddenly, rising from his chair to make his way over to the window. With furrowed brows, he leaned forward, squinting through the glass to look through the Coopers’ open window next door.

“What is it?” Kevin asked curiously, his voice rising in excitement at the promise of juicy gossip. “Uh oh, did you catch one of the neighbors in their underwear again? Ew, was it Mr. Jacobson from across the street with that weird hair condition?”

“I thought I saw…” Archie trailed off, shaking his head, sure that he was just seeing things.

“Wait, isn’t that Betty’s room?” Kevin leaned into the glass, cupping his hands to see past the glare from the sun. “Why is there a ladder leading up to her window?”

“That’s Jughead’s jacket on her bed,” Archie muttered, his head swimming with a hundred different thoughts and mixed emotions.

A moment later, an object hitting Betty’s window caused the curtains to fall open, revealing a very giggly Betty sauntering across the room to stand in front of Jughead. Before either Kevin or Archie could react, Jughead leaned forward to meet Betty’s lips with a kiss.

“Holy hot and sarcastic Romeo and Juliet,” Kevin muttered, his eyes going wide at the sight of their two friends sharing such an intimate embrace. “Don’t hate me, but I kind of love it.”

“I have to go,” Archie mumbled under his breath, pushing back from the window and heading for his open bedroom door.

“Archie, what are you doing?” Kevin hurried after him, already putting two and two together as he heard Archie’s footsteps pounding through the kitchen. “Don’t go over there!”

Before Kevin could stop him, Archie swung open the front door and quickly made his way over to Betty’s house.

“Archie!” Kevin called out to him, but he was already too far away to hear anything he was saying. “Well, things just got One Tree Hill-level of dramatic around here. And on the day I decided to wear the loafers that give me blisters. Great. Wait for me, Archie!”

(To be Continued…)

Theory of Relativity - Part 1

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Summary: In which Dick Grayson gets de-aged and everybody freaks out

Okay, so let me just start off by saying that, yes, this is going to be more than one chapter long. I’m thinking about five or six. The only thing is, updates are going to be sporadic because of Teach Me to Dream, I just really wanted to get this story out because of a prompt I received asking for this specific story. Since I already had this written I figured I would post it.

Thanks to @laquilasse for helping with (and inspiring) this story.


When Dick wakes up cradled in Bruce’s lap, he immediately knows that something’s wrong. One, Dick doesn’t remember ever leaving the manor after falling asleep last night. It had been a school night and he’d already used up his weeknight patrols for the rest of the month.

The second is that he isn’t wearing anything. He’s wrapped up in a big leather jacket like it’s a blanket or something, and it dwarfs him so spectacularly. He’s small for his age, sure, but this is ridiculous. Only his knees down are bared to the cold—plus the parts of his face that aren’t smooshed into a shoulder or covered up by the jacket collar. And even then, it’s not too cold.

He doesn’t know what’s going on but he’s sure that this is Bruce who’s holding him—Batman, really. But he doesn’t think there’s much of a difference.

The way Bruce holds him is familiar, arms wrapped around Dick tight, but not too tight, like he’s not completely sure of his grip. The Kevlar armor plating and the cape under Dick’s cheek, the rough fabric of gloves as Bruce’s fingers card through his hair, the familiar rumble of the Batmobile humming from underneath them. This is Bruce, of that Dick has no doubt.

“He’s too quiet,” a voice says, and it’s low and soft, but Dick’s sure he’s never heard it before. “I don’t like it.”

It’s weird, because Dick thinks it’s coming from the driver’s seat. Since when did Batman let anybody but Robin get into the Batmobile? It’s only supposed to be Bruce and Alfred and Dick. Not even Uncle Clark is allowed to touch the Batmobile.

“He’s unconscious,” Bruce lectures, his voice maybe a touch deeper and gruffer than Dick is expecting, but it could just be Dick’s imagination. There’s a pause, and then Bruce huffs an exasperated breath. “Or are you?”

Busted, Dick think and he peels his eyes open. He doesn’t move his head from Bruce’s shoulder, though, just pulls the leather jacket tighter around him and pushes his face into the crook of Bruce’s armored neck. Bruce’s arms automatically tighten around him.

It’s only then that Dick asks, “How’d you know I was awake?”

“You know exactly how,” Bruce says, but it sounds nothing like when Bruce had said it as a joke the other day over a cup of hot chocolate. It sounds all growly an intimidating. It doesn’t—It doesn’t really sound like Bruce.

Dick frowns, choosing to file that piece of information away for later. He has more questions, after all. “Why aren’t I wearing any clothes?”

Bruce pauses. Dick can’t see what he looks like, so he can’t guess what he’s thinking. Probably wouldn’t be able to with the cowl on anyways. He can, however, see the stranger in the front seat, the one with the domino mask that looks like he wants to be anywhere else but here. Yeah, Dick can see him, and he thinks that this guy has to be on the same level of trust as Alfred to be sitting there, and that’s when Dick knows something is up.

Bruce doesn’t have anybody that he trusts more than Alfred. Dick doesn’t even think he makes the cut. Close, sure, but is Dick driving the Batmobile? Bruce probably wouldn’t even let him sit behind the steering wheel.

But the stranger, even with the mask on Dick can tell the guy’s shooting furtive glances at Bruce every so often. More and more the longer Bruce stays silent. They both know something, and neither of them are inclined to spill. Great.

So, even though he’s frustrated about it, Dick moves on. There’s no getting an answer out of Batman without a lot of hard work, and Dick’s not really feeling up to prying Bruce’ secrets out of him at the moment.

Instead, he says, “Fine. Then who is he?”

The stranger’s face twists up strangely, like he hadn’t been expecting Dick to say that, and honestly, Dick’s just about as confused as he can get. The stranger shoots Bruce another look, and then his gaze drops down to meet Dick’s from behind the mask.

Dick makes sure to meet the white lenses evenly, having enough experiences with masks to figure out where the guy’s eyes are. Besides, he’s already huddled in what’s probably this stranger’s jacket, looking like a little kid. There’s no way he’s going to show any more weakness in front of someone he doesn’t know. Even if Bruce seems to trust him.

“You don’t know me?” the stranger asks,, tone matching his expression.

“No,” Dick says honestly, and he feels it when Bruce heaves a sigh.

“Of course you don’t. Lucky you, then, I guess,” the stranger snarls. “Everybody’s just looking for an excuse to forget I exi—”

“Red Hood,” Bruce snaps, and the stranger snaps his mouth shut. Dick tries not to flinch at the shapr tone, and he succeeds, but his limbs lock up. He freezes. Because the last time Dick had hear that tone hadn’t been a pleasant experience, and it had led to the biggest argument Dick had had since coming to the manor.

Bruce catches on quick, but the stranger catches on even quicker. A sharp, mirthless laugh leaves his lips, and he gives Dick a sneer. “Well, that was a surprise. Didn’t think that the Golden Boy would ever be afraid of Batman.”

“I’m not afraid of Batman!” Dick protests, sitting up straight, even as his cheeks flush with ager. Bruce’s arms never leave him, but they do pull him in closer so that Dick’s back is up against Bruce’s chest. If he were afraid of Bruce, he would never even let Bruce near him. “What do you know?!”

“I know a lot,” the stranger says as they leave the city behind them, and he doesn’t sound like he’s joking. “I know that Batman’s actually Bruce Wayne. I know that you’re Dick Grayson. I know that being Robin get you fucking killed.”

“Jason!”

“How would you know anything about being Robin?!” Dick yells over Bruce’s reprimand.

“I’ve been Robin, kid.”

Dick sucks in a sharp breath, eyes burning and a tightness in his chest that doesn’t make much sense. That can’t be right. He’d made a mistake before, yes, but Dick’s Robin. He’s the only one that’s ever been and ever will be Robin.

“I’m Robin,” Dick insists, because it’s his name, his colors, and Batman is his partner, and the stranger has to be lying. Trying to get under his skin or something. He turns to Bruce, who watches them both silently. Dick demands, “Why is he even here anyways?”

“Bruce needed my help,” the stranger sneers. “And you’re both lucky I was there or we’d have two incompetent rich kids.”

“Yeah?” Dick asks, because that’s another thing. “And how do you even know our identities?’

The stranger snorts. “Told you, kid. “I’ve been Robin. Bruce adopted me.”

That something is back again, telling him that whatever’s going on it’s so, so wrong. And Dick swallows past the lump in his throat. Because Bruce wouldn’t. He wouldn’t adopt anybody else. He hadn’t even been able to adopt Dick. And besides, this guy has to be in his late teens, or maybe even in his twenties. The stranger is lying.

And so, Dick tells him that, and he makes sure his tone is ice cold. “You’re a liar, you know?” Dick seethes. “I’m robin and I’m the only one Brue has taken in. Right?”

He turns to Bruce once again, but the cowl is still doesn, and while Dick is getting better at it, he still has trouble readin the visible half of Bruce’ face for any emotion. For some reason, it seems especially hard now.

After a moment, Bruce inhales deeply through his nose and peels off the cowl, and Dick can’t help but flinch this time. Because—it’s Bruce, but it’s not. He’s older and broader and the hidden twinkle of kidness Dick used to be able to find isn’t there anymore. This is someone else with Bruce’s voice and personality, and Dick think that if they weren’t in the Batmbile right now, he would probably be half a block away by now.

“Dick,” Bruce says, and it’s tired. “There’s a lot that we need to tell you, but I don’t think now is the best time.”

“No.” Dick’s stubborn on a good day, and there’s no way he’s letting this go without a fight “Why is the guy—” he nods to the stranger “—saying he was Robin? I’m Robin.”

“Not now,” Bruce repeats.

“But—”

“Dick.”

Dick wants to shrink away. But Bruce’s hands are still holding him in place as the atranger weaves the care down the long winding road to the entrance to the Cave. Bruce is looking at Dick, swaddled in a stranger’s jacket, like it’s been such a long time since he’s seen him, and it doesn’t make any sense.

“I don’t understand what’s happening,” Dick says, just because he doesn’t know what else he’d supposed to think, and the anger’s back full force. “Why aren’t you telling me that he’s lying? Are you trying to replace me? Are you firing me again?”

“Again?”

The stranger jolts in his set, slamming on the breaks just as they make it to the Batmobile’s parking spot—and it probably would have been fine if Dick had been wearing a seat belt, but he’s still sitting Bruce’s lap, curled up in a leather jacket without his own hands to stabilize him, so he jolts forward with the momentum, too. Bruce barely pulls Dick away from the dashboard in time to keep him from getting a concussion.

“It wasn’t about Two-Face,” Bruce says once Dick is pulled back into Bruce’s hold, and Dick tenses at the use of past tense. Wasn’t. What is that supposed mean? “Trust me, Dick. Firing you for a situation I hadn’t prepared you for wasn’t your fault, and I’m sorry.”

Dick slumps back into Bruce’ comfort. “Then I don’t get it.”

“It’s…complicated.”

“Make it uncomplicated, then,” Dick demands. “Who is he? Why is he saying he was Robin? And why aren’t you disagreeing?”

And why is Bruce so old? He looks like he’s agd twenty years in between last night and now, and Dick just doesn’t know what to make of it. At all. Maybe this is all some drug-induced hallucination, or something. It really wouldn’t surprise him at this point.

Maybe fear toxin. His worst fears had been his parents—and then Bruce—falling to their deaths. But ever since Two-Face, he’s had a sort of different fear on his mind.

And yet, everything seems so clear. Bruce’s touch feels so real. He just doesn’t get what’s going on.

“Let’s get you something to wear first,” Bruce says softly. Then he turns to the stranger. “Go upstairs and get some of Damian’s old clothes.”

Dick doesn’t know who Damian is or why he would have clothes upstairs, but apparently the stranger does, because Dick watches him leave without a word. There’s just a glance between Dick and Bruce and he’s gone. Then, it’s just Bruce and Dick alone in the car, and Dick has a sneaking suspicion that Bruce had wanted it this way. Wanted to talk without the stranger interrupting them again.

“What’s going on?” Dick asks in a small voice. “Why was that guy saying all that stuff? And why aren’t I wearing any clothes? Why do you look so different?”

Bruce’s expression is grim, but his eyes are honest. “Dick, before we left for patrol, you were twenty-four.” Dick opens his mouth to say something, to deny it, to say that’s impossible, but he can’t get anything out before Bruce is speaking again. “We ran into some trouble. A gang had access to drugs that are able to manipulate age and memory. You were hit with a dart containing the drug.”

“I don’t understand,” Dick says, and he feels empty inside. Blank. Numb. The sense of wrongness takes over, and this—this can’t be happening. Dick doesn’t remember being twenty-four at all. He’s eleven. He’s the Robin to Bruce’s Batman. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It’s true, Dick,” Bruce says.

And Dick can see it now, kind of. He’s been trained to put clues together since he became Robin, and he sees it all adding up. This isn’t his Bruce. If what he’s saying is true, then this Bruce is thirteen years older than what Dick remembers. And Dick knows that if he’d changed so drastically in just the two years Dick had been living at the manor, then there’s no way he hadn’t changed in six times that long.

But Dick shakes his head violently, backing up into the dashboard to the best of his ability. No matter how many signs are telling Dick that Bruce is right, he won’t accept it. Not yet. Not until he can get this straight in his head.

Because Dick wouldn’t have just given up being Robin. It’s who he is, and Dick would never let it go. Not in a million years. So the stranger has to be lying. Bruce has to be lying.

But Bruce’s eyes are clear, and his gaze is steady. His hand comes up to push Dick’s hair back from his head, and Dick relaxes into the touch. He remembers this touch from when he’d woken up, too. He’d been so sure that this was Bruce, just by his touch. Because Dick knows Bruce. They’re partners. It’s Dick’s job to know.

So Dick slumps, and he decides that, for now, he’ll believe Bruce, and hope that whatever storm comes from it, from losing thirteen impossible years, doesn’t destroy them.

Bathe Me

Pairing: Josh/ Reader Warnings: Smut, Bath sex, Slight fluff Rating: Mature A/N: Funny backstory, this was a joke between me and my best friend and now it’s a smut.

Originally posted by lovablecouples

Your job was stressing you out more than you could’ve imagined. It seemed you couldn’t do anything right and everybody was mad at you at all hours of the day. While you were working, you decided since the store was empty, that you would just post a picture for the hell of it. You take a picture of the bath bombs that your store sold, and posted it to Twitter along with the caption, “I just want to take a bath with these. Having someone with me could be fun too. @joshuadun" You didn’t have that big of a following or any connections with Josh, so you obviously didn’t think anything of posting it. You were a mega fan of twenty one pilots, and any of your followers could attest to that. A few hours later, you’re helping the last customer before closing up, and your phone goes off. You ring them up, close and lock the store doors, and walk to your car ; finally pulling out your phone. You see a dm from Josh Dun, and immediately think it’s fake, probably someone joking with you because if the picture. However, when you open it, you notice the blue tick, indicating it’s real. Your heart does flips in your stomach as you open it, hands shaking, threatening to make you lose grip on your phone. “If the offer is still available, meet me asap at” and there was his address. Josh, fucking, Dun. You had already bought the bath bombs, figuring you’d just take your own bath and whatnot, but you weren’t going to pass this opportunity. You get in your car and drive to his place, hands gripping the wheel so tight your knuckles were turning white. The drive wasn’t too long, but you couldn’t stop your mind from racing at the fact that he actually dmed you and you were actually about to go meet him and….Whatever else ensued. You park your car and walk out, clutching your bag of bath bombs tightly to your chest, knocking on the door. It takes a few moments, but eventually the door opens, Josh’s face brightening once he realized who you were. “Hey!” He said, pulling you into a hug that lingered too long. He lets you go and you walk past him inside, the door shutting behind you. You’re speechless as your brain tries to understand what the hell was actually going on. You were in his house. You touched him. You’re going to talk to him. Take a bath with him. “So, uh, why’d you even dm me. What intrigued you to tell me to come over?” You ask, turning to face him. “Well, you’re tweet came at a perfect time, I just opened my phone and it was the first one to show up. After that, I couldn’t stop scrolling through your posts.“ He said, walking closer. You hide your face in your hands. “That’s so embarrassing” you say. He laughs. “It’s not! I like you. You’re funny, and witty. Not to mention you’re extremely attractive” he says, looking you up and down. “Ah, I’m nothing compared to you” you scoff, looking him up as well. “Don’t say that.” He starts, resting his hands on your hips. “You’re one of the hottest and prettiest girls I’ve seen.” You roll your eyes but smile at him anyways. He leads you down a hallway and then into a room, which was clearly his bathroom. The water had already been ran, so all you two really needed to do was get in. “You should put one if those bombs in” he says. You look through your bag, pulling one out that had Rose petals in it, that would turn the water red. You smirk to yourself, dropping it in the water and smile when Josh steps behind you to watch it. “Good choice” He says. You turn around to see him already down to his underwear. He steps in front of you so you can’t see his actual member, but you did catch an eyeful of his butt. He settled in, using bubbles to hide himself. “You getting in?” He asks, a new darkness now present in his voice. You look from wall to wall, feeling weird about having to strip in from of him. “I won’t look” He says, hiding behind his eyes. You turn your back to him and pull off your shirt, moving to slide down your pants. You turn back around, Josh not hiding anymore, but blatantly staring at you. You bite your lip and reach around your back, unclasping your bra and throwing it to the ground. Josh shifted in the tub, clearly turned on now, as if he hadn’t been before. You slide down your underwear, quickly getting into the tub and sliding down into it. The two of you talk for a while, getting to know each other, and you found that you couldn’t help but have a deeper infatuation for him. "I can’t believe I tweeted you and said we should take a bath together” you laugh. “I can’t either. It’s kind of weird” he says, obviously joking. But still, you mocked that you were hurt, and splashed the water at him, completely soaking him. “I’ll get you back for that one” He retaliates and splashes you back, the water overwhelming you. You start to go to splash him again, but he moves to fast and grabs your arms, pinning them above your head. The laughing dies down, but he doesn’t make an attempt to move or let go of you. Instead, he dips his head down, kissing you gently and letting your arms go. You kiss back, tangling your fingers into his hair. He was truly an amazing kisser, unbelievable, really. He moves down slowly, kissing along your jaw, your neck, your chest. He moves his hands down, spreading your legs a bit to slide two of his fingers past your entrance, the water working as a lubricant. You pull in a breath through your teeth, as he forces you to look at his face while he continues to work on you. He works his thumb over your clit, so you lean your head back and pull your lip between your teeth. As soon as it ha started, it ended. Before you could protest, he slipped his hands under each of your thighs and pulled your legs over his, positioning himself and thrusting into you. You grab onto the ledge of the tub and groan, your eyes rolling back because of his size. His thrusts were powerful and rough, and he maintained a rhythm, as if it was his entire purpose. He uses your thighs to pull you down against his thrusts, hitting you deeper than you had even thought possible. You had already been close to finishing when he was fingering you, and it was so incredibly hot still, so it felt like you were going to cum very soon. Not having wanted it to end so quickly, you push Josh back, and he slides out of you, resting on his side of the tub. “What? Did I do something wrong?” He asks, looking slightly terrified. “No. No, Josh. you didn’t” You say, moving slowly over to him through the water, a smirk clear on your face. He raises an eyebrow but soon understands what’s going on. You settle onto your knees that were on either side of him, and begin to ease yourself onto his length, as Josh rests his arms on the edge, letting you have control. Once you’re settled and adjusted to this new position, you pull off, and slam your body back down against him, causing Josh to gasp and set his hands on your hips. “Fuck, you really know what you’re doing” he laughs out, helping you meet his thrusts. You shake your head and pull his hands off of you. “Patience” You say. He groans and slowly drags his lip between his teeth, watching how your body moves against him. You continue to slowly ease off of him, and then drop yourself, taking him deeper each time. Josh looks at you in the eyes, his normal brown now nearly a shade of black. “Turn” He says. “What?” Instead of explaining, he pulls you off of him and turns you so your back is to his chest. He lowers you onto his erection, and waits for you to get back into your groove. Once you felt like you could take over again, he slides his hands to your front, taking both of your breasts into each hand, and squeezing rather harshly. You let out a soft whimper, and he lets up, beginning to massage them. You keep up your movements and lean back so your back now rests against his chest. Everything was going the same, until he mumbled something, and began thrusting upwards. You let out loud moans and groans, the feeling indescribable. While you’re bouncing yourself and he thrusts, Josh moves your hair and begins to suck on your neck, making sure to leave his mark. He moves one of his hands off of your boob, and slides it down to your front, rubbing your clit. “Yes, oh God, I’m gonna cum” You say, bouncing down harder. “Do it, I’m right behind you” He says. As soon as he finished his sentence, you also finished, and let out vulgar sounds. “Fuck, Yes, Josh” Just to name a few. It’s not long before Josh also finishes, thrusting sloppier to ride out your orgasms. After a moment. he slides out of you and pulls you back against his chest. “That was incredible” He laughs out after a few moments of silence. You curl up under his touch and wrap your arms over his that were on your waist. “Tell me about it” You say, the smile never leaving your face.

“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

these violent delights

i didn’t always hate isaac. i think i might’ve loved him once. (angst/smut)


The sex got better after we broke up.

I don’t know what kicked Isaac into gear, but for me, it was the anger. There’s just something about anger that makes you wanna dig your nails into a boy’s shoulders while he grips your thighs and slams into you, rough and unforgiving. We didn’t have any of that when we were dating, just timid touches and occasional, barely there orgasms. Maybe there’s something about hating a person that makes you crave their submission, that makes you demand your own release, over and over until you collapse because your body never learned how to handle all of it.

I didn’t always hate Isaac. I think I might’ve loved him once. We were friends before we became something more. But four months into dating, I turned the hallway at school one day to see him kissing another girl. The worst part wasn’t even that he had cheated; I almost expected that. Our relationship was hitting a plateau and things were becoming very vanilla, to put it concisely. The sparks from the initial flirting, the will-they-won’t-they stage, had fizzled out, and something had to give. I just didn’t expect Isaac to give it to another girl, shove his tongue down her throat, at school, where he knew others could see him, where he knew I could see them.

Looking back, I think he was trying to get caught. By that point, people already knew we were together, and what stung the most was the embarrassment. He hurt me so publicly. I don’t think I would’ve gotten that mad if Isaac had cheated on me privately, then dumped me. I probably would have forgiven him if he had confessed, direct and forthright, that he’d been with someone else. Honesty takes courage, but he’d taken the easy way out.

I told him we were done over a text, the one I sent him before I blocked his number. I could be cold too.

The pack figured out what he had done. Stiles was more vicious towards Isaac than usual. Even Scott, who usually defended Isaac, had distanced himself. Everyone huddled around me, and Lydia wouldn’t let me out of her sight in fear that being alone would make me depressed. They all tried to comfort me, even Derek, who usually liked to stay out of our, as he so lovingly put it, “teen soap opera.” I pushed them all away and at night, I cried quietly into my pillow. The last thing I needed was pity.

The first pack meeting after the fallout was uncomfortable, to say the least. It was a week after the fact. Seven days later, I finally saw Isaac, walking in with his head down, hands in his pockets, shoulders slumped. An unnerving tension had settled over the group. He sat on the opposite side of the room from me. I excused myself to leave early, and I promised myself that was the last time I’d ever let him make me feel small.

What I didn’t expect was that two weeks later, he’d slip noiselessly through my bedroom window and demand that I drop what I was doing so we could “talk things out.”

“I have nothing to say to you,” I said with measured restraint. I draped my hair over my face so he couldn’t see me clenching my jaw, gripping my pencil so tight the wood creaked.

“I know when you’re lying to me.”

“Congrats. Do you know when you’ve crossed a boundary? Because that’s what you’re doing right now. You can’t just sneak into my room and expect me to drop the world for you. We’re not…” Together anymore, I wanted to say, but I choked on the words. “Just, get out.”

“No. I can’t do this anymore, it’s driving me insane. You can’t keep ignoring my texts and calls. We can’t keep avoiding each other at school, pretending we don’t know each other. We can’t keep making our friends choose sides between us. We used to be able to talk–”

“But that was before, wasn’t it?” I interrupted bitingly. I turned around to face him, and it became obvious why he’d gone to such drastic measures to get through to me. He was a mess. His typical combed down curly hair was in disarray. Instead of his usual expensive sweater, cardigan, scarf, and pressed pants combo, he was wearing a faded old red Coca Cola t-shirt and ripped jeans. His eyes looked sunken and for the first time, his face was unshaven. His beard wasn’t combed and neat like Derek’s. It was patchy and the hair stuck out in all different directions. I knew I should’ve felt bad for him, but honestly, I was just glad he was suffering too. I inhaled. “Fine. You want to talk, then talk.”

Isaac sighed a deep tired sigh, and my leg twitched automatically. There was a time I would have leapt across the room and thrown my arms around his drooped shoulders at the first sign that he was distressed, but things were different now. I stayed put.

He sat down at the edge of my bed and tiredly rubbed his eye. “I just… I miss you.”

I blinked. “Fuck you.”

Isaac’s head whipped up. “What?”

I stood up and walked towards him slowly. “I said, fuck you. Fuck you for everything.” Isaac was on his feet, towering over me with his height. “Fuck you for everything you did, for cheating on me, kissing another girl in front of everyone, for embarrassing me,” I sneered. I was closing in on him now, and I had no idea what I was going to say or do next, but Isaac had triggered weeks of repressed anger and pain and I wasn’t going to let him waltz back into my life with three little words. “Fuck you for telling me you loved me, letting me believe things were great, then throwing everything in my face…” My voice was cracking, lip trembling, eyes brimming with tiny droplets of moisture, but I didn’t care.

Isaac scoffed. “You can’t seriously be telling me you thought everything was great. I know you felt it too. Things between us weren’t… okay anymore.”

I furiously brushed away a tear I didn’t realize had fallen. “So that makes it okay for you to cheat on me?”

“Of course not, but I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t tell you to your face that I thought we should break up because… well, it’s you.”

“It’s me? The fuck do you care about me?” I chuckled mirthlessly. “Fine. I’m sorry you felt so trapped by me that you had to cheat on me in front of the whole school to get me to break up with you.”

“Look, I’m not proud of what I did, but it wasn’t working with us! You know that. You know we were falling apart. But okay, fine. I’m a terrible person, I’m sorry I screw everything up–”

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Don’t act like you didn’t have control over your actions, like screwing me over was inevitable. Take some accountability for what you did, for sticking your tongue down that girl’s throat–oh. You know what? You really wanna talk? Let’s talk about her.”

Isaac sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. He looked down. “Come on. I really don’t want to talk about her.”

“Why not? She must be really important for you to ruin everything we had. I don’t even wanna know her name, or how long you were seeing her. I just wanna know one thing: how was she?”

“H-how was she?” he stuttered.

“Yeah, how was she?” I repeated slowly. “I wanna know, was she good? Was she mind-blowing? Was she everything you never got from me?” Isaac closed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, like the petulant stubborn child he’d become. “Come on, Isaac. It’s the least you could do to answer me. Just tell me, did she put it down real nice for you, did she touch you just right? Did she spread her legs for you whenever you wanted? Did she let you inside her raw? Did she let you come inside her?” At this point, Isaac couldn’t take the heat, and he turned away. His cheeks were pink now, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. “I just wanna know, you know, because I need some tips. Maybe it’ll help me keep my man next time.”

“Stop,” Isaac gritted through his teeth. “That’s not why.”

“Obviously it is.” I roughly cupped his chin and forced him to look at me. “At least do me the courtesy of telling me the truth. Just tell me, you left because I wasn’t good enough. Tell me I wasn’t hot enough, tell me I wasn’t sexy enough for you. Tell me you didn’t want me.”

Isaac knocked my hand away. “Didn’t want you?” He ran his fingers through his messy hair in frustration. Now he was stalking towards me, slowly walking me backwards. “Shit, this is exactly why we didn’t work. We must’ve been in completely different words if you think I didn’t want you. I wanted you so much that it killed me that things were falling apart. Before we got together, you were all I thought about, but the moment we became official, something changed. I know you felt it too, the sudden awkwardness. We didn’t know how–we didn’t know who to be around each other after we became more than friends. You know that.” I shrugged noncommittally. There was truth in his retort, but I wasn’t going to tell him he was right. He’d backed me against my desk. His hands rested on the table on either side of me, trapping me in his space. “It still kills me that you think I didn’t want you, but that’s my fault. I didn’t tell you, did I?” he said softly.

“Tell me what?” I mumbled.

Isaac smirked, a dangerous turn in his mouth that sent shivers down my spine. He hadn’t look at me like this in a long time, not since before we were together, when I used to catch him smiling at me the same way. “I didn’t tell you how fucking sexy you are, baby. I didn’t tell you I had to fight to keep my hands off you, how I had to do fucking breathing exercises to refrain from having my way with you in dressing rooms when you tried on clothes for me…” Isaac leaned down and placed his mouth on my bare shoulder, brushed his lips against my collarbone. His hot breath fanned over my pulse point. “I didn’t tell you I can still hear your sweet little moans when I go to bed, never told you how fucking cute you are, how much I loved touching your beautiful tits, grabbing your ass. I still remember what you taste like, and you used to get so wet for me. If I could, I’d show you right now how much I want you, darling…” His mouth moved to my throat. He wasn’t kissing me exactly, just puckering his lips slightly, occasionally grazing my sensitive flesh with teeth.

I didn’t know if it was his intention all along to sneak into my bedroom and seduce me with dirty talk, this delicious filth he’d never uttered to me before. Maybe everything he’d ever told me had been a lie. Before, I trusted him completely, blindly believed everything. Now, the trust was lost, replaced by an aching desire, a painful longing for something I felt I deserved, reparations for the happiness he took from me. I was finally going to get mine.

“If you want me so bad, then prove it.” Gripping the curls at the back of his head, I pulled him away from my neck and slammed my mouth to his. We never kissed like this before. I remember our kisses used to be so sweet, so tender, so hesitant.

There was none of that now. Isaac’s hands left my desk and immediately found my waist, pulling me closer. His lips moved against mine hungrily, bruisingly. And then his hands were sliding down my sides. His fingers skimmed my ass briefly before gripping under my thighs. In an unexpected swoop, he’d scooped me up and placed me on my desk. My legs wrapped around his waist and my ankles locked together. Our bodies were aligned and I could feel his swollen arousal against my hip.

With newfound bravado, I slid my hand into his waistband and wrapped my fist around him, pumping him gently. Isaac growled lowly into my mouth and bit down on my bottom lip and tugged. I tasted blood. While I was occupied with jerking him off, he lifted the hem of my shirt and peeled it over my head, leaving me bare. His mouth attached to one of my pert nipples, his hand massaging the other. I arched my back to give him more access. He worked me with his tongue, swirled it around my sensitive bud, then kitten licked the tip. My toes curled and I used my legs to pull him closer into my center where I needed him most.

“Wait,” I panted. “Isaac, wait.”

He pulled away. “What is it?”

“Bed. Now.”

He certainly had no qualms with that. He scooped me up and carried me bridal style, then threw me on my mattress like I weighed nothing. I didn’t usually like being picked up, but there was something about when Isaac did it. I felt small, but safe in his arms. I guess before he thought I was too fragile, too human to be man-handled. If only he’d been tossing me around like this the whole time. He should’ve known I wasn’t breakable, and I planned on showing him just how unbreakable I really was.

Isaac took off his shirt, then peeled his pants down his legs. Left only in his black Calvin Kleins, he climbed onto my bed, moving to straddle me, but I had other plans. When he leaned down to reattach our lips, I shoved him backwards and pushed him down so he laid flat. I pinned down his wrists on either side of him and positioned my entrance over his semi. My shorts and his boxers still separated us, provided just enough friction to drive him mad.

Attaching my lips to his jaw, I moved my hips, swayed back and forth. Isaac whispered a strangled “f-fuck…” and I sped up my movements. I trailed my mouth down his neck, sucked harshly on his goosebumped flesh when he started to quiver. And that was my revenge: I’d take him to the brink of pleasure, then pull away, stop completely right before he was about to get what he wanted.

After the third time I blue-balled him, he had enough. Isaac released one hand from my hold and gripped my hair. He pulled me upwards and glared witheringly.

I smirked. “What is it?” I asked innocently.

“Cut the bullshit. What are you doing?”

“Aw, did you think I’d make this easy for you, baby?” I broke free from his grip and took hold of his fingers. I moved them down my abdomen and shoved them inside my underwear. His fingers curved naturally against my wetness. “Did you think you could just skip into my room, whisper some filth into my ears, and sweet talk your way into getting your dick wet?” His mouth opened slightly and he stared at me with confusion. I smiled. “What’s wrong? You look surprised.” I gently touched his cheek, stroked his hot skin. This jolted him into action and he began stroking my folds. “When you said you missed me, did you really mean me, or this? Did you miss my pussy, did you miss touching me, playing with me?” I gasped as his fingers worked me. “You can feel how wet I am, how warm it is inside. Did you miss spreading my pussy open like you’re doing right now? Did you–ah!–did you miss, miss playing with my clit between your fingers… just like that…” Isaac rolled my clit under his finger, quicker now. “Fuck, right there, don’t stop, oh god…” The tension coiling under my belly snapped, and I came with my head thrown back, unintelligible curses spilling from my lips.

I stayed straddling Isaac, breathing heavy to recover. I shuddered when Isaac pulled his fingers out and brushed them briefly against my overstimulated bundle of nerves. He dipped his fingers into his mouth, the movement sticky and slow and unlike anything he’d done before. “That was… new.”

I chuckled, then noticed the outline of his erection against his underwear. “Oh, look at you, all hard and big with nowhere to go,” I cooed. I folded down his underwear and discarded them. His cock bounced back and hit his stomach. My own arousal crept back, awakened by the sight of the prominent ridge that ran along his member. I reached out and wrapped my fist around his hardened shaft, swiveling my fist painstakingly slow, a torturous pace that I knew would drive him crazy.

“Come on, please,” Isaac whimpered. “I can’t hold on, I don’t think I can hold on…”

“But you’re going to, aren’t you? Because you’re not leaving here without what you came for, isn’t that right? Tell me why you came here, because it sure as hell wasn’t just to talk.”

“I…” When he hesitated to explain himself, I removed my hand and made to unstraddle his legs. “Wait, shit–fine. Don’t… don’t go. I came here because I wanted… this.” Isaac gripped my thighs and rubbed them, and brought my knees closer to his sides. “I really did want to clear the air, but… Amy–the other girl–I couldn’t do it with her,” he said quietly.

I raised an eyebrow. “Couldn’t do it? Oh, wait, do you mean you couldn’t get it up?” I kept my expression neutral, but I was drinking celebratory champagne in my head. Things may have been dry between me and Isaac, but at least I didn’t cause him erectile dysfunction.

“Yeah. I just kept thinking about you.”

“So after everything you did, you still came back into my life, because your other girl couldn’t get you off?” Isaac stayed mute. I shook my head disbelievingly. “You know something, Isaac?” I maneuvered my shorts off and positioned Isaac’s cock at my entrance. I was already wet again, lips open and ready to take him in. “I  hate you,” I groaned as I slid down, taking him in all the way to the base. Isaac shuddered as my warmth sheathed around him, and bracing my hands on his stomach, I pushed off again and again, fucked him the way he used to fuck me. Well, not exactly the way he used to; this was way better. I’d never even been on top before, too afraid to mess up, too afraid I wasn’t strong enough or sexy enough to be seen from underneath like this. I never knew how thrilling it could be to have control. “I hate you so much, Isaac. You’re such a fucking asshole,” I said breathlessly. And then I rolled my hips and rode his dick like a hot wave.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” Isaac grunted.

“You like that?” Isaac responded with a resounding smack against my ass, the sting from which he rubbed away. “You like it when I fuck you like this? You still thinking about Amy, or whatever her name is?” Isaac’s eyes were screwed shut, but I wanted him to see me. “Open your eyes, baby. I want you to see exactly who you hurt.” I leaned down so he could stare into my eyes as I unraveled him, stroke by stroke. Then, I kissed him, slow and deep, all tongues and teeth. He gripped my hips and held me still when my movements started to falter. I was close again. Isaac came first with stuttering hips. I remember before when he always used to make sure I was first, ever the gentleman. Now, he thrusted his semi into me, pumped as much as he could and played with my clit until I came for the second time.

My body couldn’t support itself upright anymore and I collapsed on the mattress beside him. No words were spoken in the aftermath. Minutes later, my heartbeat returned to its resting rate. There was nothing more I wanted from Isaac–at least not that night.

Somehow, I knew things would never really be over between us.

Even after all the pain and self-loathing he caused me, it became clear that this wouldn’t be the last time I opened my legs for him. The shame and disgust settled in.

I wanted to tell him to leave. I just didn’t have the energy to speak. 

Isaac saved me the trouble because he was already getting out of bed. I watched his naked body shuffle around my room, locating and putting on various items of clothing. He lingered by my window. 

“I don’t think I ever stopped loving you,” he said softly.

I chuckled emotionlessly and stared blankly at the ceiling.

“I don’t think I care.” 

He tapped his fingers on my windowsill. “I’ll come by tomorrow night, then?” 

“See you then.”


to be continued.

You Can’t Hurry Love - Tom Holland

Words: 1176

Warnings: None :)

A/N: This was an idea I had and not a request even though I have loads of those haha… I will get round to them promise I just had the idea for this one and had to write it. And it’s named after the song ‘You Can’t Hurry Love’ by Phil Collins because it is an amazing song and I’m so into my 80s music at the moment.

And I’ve set this at this year’s BAFTAs because Tom won (I know I’m still shook) so I could play with that. :)

Oh and I’m really not happy with this one. Plot, fine, but its just how I’ve written it that I’m not happy with. So take it with a pinch of salt. This is easily the worst thing I’ve ever written. ^.^

Honestly, you regretted the break up with Tom every minute since it happened. And now you were doing a red carpet at the same time, and you knew that you would bump into him and see him.

You two didn’t break up because you didn’t like each other anymore or the relationship was failing, it was just that it turned into a very long distance relationship with both of you doing different projects and having no time in the middle to see each other. You didn’t want to break up and you couldn’t speak for Tom, but you hoped he didn’t either. It was a mutual decision and at the time was made for the best.

But tonight you hated that decision with a passion but didn’t know if you had any place to deal with it. Probably not. Tom had probably moved onto someone else that he saw more. It did make you sad but you couldn’t show it tonight. Not with all the cameras and press.

You got out of the black car that was taking you to the awards and took a deep breath because standing up straighter. Camera’s were already on you and you stopped for a few of them.

You were happy with how you looked tonight. The long lilac dress helped show off your figure and your hair had been curled and then pinned so it was off your face.

You moved on down the carpet and then saw Tom signing things for fans a few meters down from you. More people asked you to turn and face the cameras so you did but then turned back to look at Tom.

Now he had noticed you as well. You could see him staring, now completely oblivious to the fans right next to him shoving things in his face.

You bit your lip and supressed a grin. You couldn’t believe it. Tom was completely distracted by you. He knew you were going to be there so you ruled out that he was surprised to see you.

“Fans.” You mouthed to him and pointed towards them.

He seemed to snap out of his trance and turn his attention off you and back to the fans. You grinned to yourself as you moved further on down the carpet and past Tom. You hoped you wouldn’t get any questions about yours and Tom current relationship status. Because at the moment you didn’t know how to answer that. Not together, but you were still interested and you didn’t know about Tom.

You made it down the carpet gracefully and you actually enjoyed it. You went inside and soon found where you were supposed to be sitting. You weren’t up for an award tonight but you were still going as being an actress who was well liked and respected.

When it got to the Rising Star award your heart started beating hard against your chest in anticipation on whether Tom was going to win or not. You hoped so. He deserved it and as the public could vote, you were confident in the fact that the Marvel fans and his own fans could get behind him.

When his name was called and you became ecstatic and clapped as loudly as you could. Your heart swelled with happiness as you saw him make his way up to the stage with a big smile on his face.

His acceptance speech was brilliant and he looked so confident even though he was standing in front of many people.

You sat through the rest of the awards and were happy with what won what. You were debating whether or not to go and find Tom at the after party. You wanted to congratulate him but would it be awkward between you two if you did?

~ Time Skip to the After Party because I’m Now Being a Trashy Peasant With My Writing :) ~

It had been ages since you had been to a party like this with so many famous people. You couldn’t tell if you’d missed it or not. It was getting really late now and you could tell that people would start to leave soon.

You were wandering through the crowd of people when someone lightly grabbed your hand from behind.

“Hey.” You turned to see Tom standing behind you with a nervous smile on his face.

“Hi.” You said returning the smile, “Congratulations on winning by the way. You.. um deserve it.”

“Thanks.” He chuckled.

“Is Harrison here?” I asked just trying to be polite and keep any sort of awkwardness at bay.

“Yeah he is somewhere.” Tom said.

You nodded.

“Do you want to get some air?” Tom asked.

You nodded, “I was thinking of going anyway.”

“I’ll walk you back.”

“But what about Harrison, and your Mum and brothers?”

“They’ll be okay.” He smiled.

He looked like he was going to take your hand in his for a moment but then decided against it. You grinned as you followed him out of the crowd and out of the building. The cold night air of London was startling but nice.

“So how have you been?”

What since we broke up? You thought but put on a weak smile and said, “Fine, what about you?”

“Okay, just very busy.” He answered.

“I can understand that.” You laughed.

“Where are you staying?”

“In a hotel just a few blocks down. I could have ordered a car.”

“What you don’t like my company?”

You looked over at him and he had his eyebrows raised but was grinning at you.

“No of course I do.”

He looked satisfied with that answer as you both walked through London. You wished you could come here more often.

It didn’t take you long to get to the Hotel you were staying in and up to the floor where your suite was. You fumbled to get the keys out of your purse.

“Thanks for walking me back.” You said honestly to Tom. He was leaning up against the wall next to the door and you had to admit that he looked pretty damn sexy.

“Anytime Y/N.”

You wanted to kiss him. Do something to stop the regret you still felt.

“Um, Y/N?” Tom asked.

“Hmm?”

“Do you still like me?”

Well that was pretty open ended question. You still liked him. And you were pretty sure you still liked him. But could you tell him?

“Do you still like me?” You countered.

You didn’t get an immediate answer. It was like you both didn’t want to answer each other. Although you both knew the answer.

The next minute, Tom’s lips were on yours. You had missed kissing him, missed the feeling of having his body close to yours. He pushed you up against the door as you wrapped your arms round his neck.

“We should never have broken up.” You muttered breathlessly. There, you had said it.

“I second that.” Tom said as he kissed you again with even more passion than before.

You giggled into the kiss but then pulled away when you heard footsteps walking down the corridor. You grabbed the key for the door and opened the door quickly, Tom’s hands still on your waist.

Back still to the door, you pushed it open and grabbed Tom and pulled him with you.

“Someone’s in a rush.” He commented as you slammed the door behind him.

“Depends, how much time do you have?” You hummed seductively.

“All the time in the world.”