sorry about her mouth

Uptight

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

A/N: I was listening to Gorgeous by X Ambassadors, which is a song that always puts me in a fluffy mood, and I felt inspired. 

Prompt: While you worry about school, volleyball, graduation, mythical creatures, and your entire existence, Stiles only has one thing on his mind since coming back, and that is you. 

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“I mean honestly, like Lydia? Love her to death, I’d do anything for her. But if she beats me for valedictorian, I will cut her”. 

“Oh, you’re going to cut her”?

“Yes. I will seriously cut her”. 

“With what? Are you going to make a shank out of your mechanical pencil? Y/N this isn’t an episode of Orange is the New Black. You can’t just ‘cut’ people”. 

“Well fine then, I won’t cut her…. But baby, could I please borrow your baseball bat for a few days…. Just until results for valedictorian come out…”

“Y/N…. shut up”.

You could hear the joking tone in his voice, but still, Sties felt a nice elbow ram into his stomach which caused him to loosen his grip around your waist and keel over.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do fic on what would have happened if bughead decided to take a break/break up after their argument in 1x10. Thank you 😊

Sure thing! I’ll give it a go!
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His head was aching for the third time today, it seemed that he had forgotten about these damn migraines over the past few weeks. He would credit that to Betty Cooper, his girlfriend, well his ex girlfriend now. He felt the familiar throb at the thought of her no longer being in his life, wincing as the pain hit him especially hard. The headaches had been sparse during his relationship with Betty, she kept him busy, kept the thoughts at bay, even when things seemed to be settling down and his head was free to think , she always managed to relieve the tension, be it over lazy kisses on her bed or in depth conversations about his favorite movies and her favorite books. She always seemed to know when his mind began wandering, abruptly stopping any headaches from pushing through with her witty banter and overall calming presence.

But that was gone, Betty was gone. After the explosion at his sixteenth birthday party, he hadn’t heard a thing from her, the closest he got to physical contact was when she brushed past him in the halls, her eyes always downcast and her ponytail whipping harshly. As for the blue and gold, their only communication was through email. Betty’s straight to the point emails made his heart ache, he missed her silly emails in the middle of the day with revisions for his articles, heart emojis and words of encouragement were commonplace, now they simply said “okay, I will submit this. Thank You - Betty Cooper.” It was all so formal if made him sick.

He knew he was wrong, knew he had gone too far, shoving Archie in her face like that, belittling her. He hated himself for bringing tears to her eyes, but the part of him that was too stubborn for his own good refused to apologize. He was just voicing how he felt, she didn’t listen, she wasn’t thinking. Archie strolled into the student lounge depositing his bag with a thud and sitting across from Jughead, eyeing him with concern.

“How ya feeling man? Still got that headache?”

Jughead nodded before shrugging his shoulders “it happens” he mumbled, placing his book down, Archie looked nervous. That was never a good sign. “What’s up pal?”

Archie dropped a hand behind his neck and began rubbing nervously
“Listen jug, I didn’t want to be the one to tell you this but Cheryl is already on the prowl getting ready to spread it like wildfire.” He sighed, shifting in his seat. Now Jughead was worried, was it about Betty? Had Cheryl done something to her? Had Chuck?

“What’s going on?” He asked anxiously.

Taking another deep Breathe Archie finally spit it out

“Trev is going to ask Betty out today after school. He pretty much told the whole football team. Apparently all the vixens are encouraging her to go out with him, something about getting over you and how this is the first step. Veronica explained it to me but I missed about half of it. Whatever. Anyway I just wanted you to know in case…” Archie was cut off quickly as Jughead flew out of the chair, racing out of the study lounge.

“Oookkkayyy.” He shrugged carelessly, flopping down on his back and closing his eyes. He needed a nap, that was stressful as hell.

Meanwhile Jughead was practically tripping over himself on his search for Betty. She couldn’t go out with Trev, not again, maybe Betty could get over him but Jughead had to let her know… he was never gonna be over her. He spotted her standing by the water fountain, her long legs barely covered by her cheerleading uniform. He was moving so fast he nearly barreled into her quickly catching himself as Betty stumbled into the wall.

“Woah. What on earth?” She mumbled, catching her balance and looking up at the beanie wearing boy “Jughead? What do you want?” She didn’t say it in a harsh tone, she was merely asking her eyes sad and defeated, she was tired of running away from him. Well good because he wasn’t about to let that happen ever again.

“I’m sorry.” He started, quickly catching Betty’s hands as she shook her head, opening her mouth to argue “I’m sorry about everything I said, I was so angry, not at you, at me. All you were trying to do was throw me a party. I shouldn’t have said those mean things to you. I know I’m an idiot but I can’t lose you Betty. It’s asking a lot I know but if you could just…. not go out with Trev. I’m sure he’s a great guy but he’s not right for you. He’s too… good.” He scrunched his nose, his hands squeezing hers almost painfully.

Betty looked up at him after a few seconds, her eyes wide and a soft smile gracing her lips

“I was never going to go out with Trev. You were right he’s not my type. I’m so sorry Juggie, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have pushed you, I knew you didn’t want the party and I did it anyway, I just…. there’s something very wrong with me. Something we should talk about later.” She glanced around the crowded hallway nervously.

Jughead nodded in understanding tugging her just a little closer
“Tonight at pops, dinner on me. We can talk it out. All of it. For now though…” he trailed off, his eyes finding hers.

“We’re okay.” She whispered softly “a work in progress.” She smiled.

Jughead released a heavy breathe and dropped his forehead to hers

“I can work with that.” He sighed, bringing his lips to hers.

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Dahyun x Reader

Fluff, High School! AU

Requested

Word Count: 883

Written by Admin LJ

You didn’t have to be friends with Dahyun to know that she was easily one of the most warmhearted people on the planet, and most certainly in your school. No matter where she was or who she was with, she always made people laugh and enjoy their day, whether it was with jokes or kind gestures that moved many. She was a sweetheart, a good soul, and overall just a quality human being.

You didn’t have classes with Dahyun, but you had run into her a few times- literally. The first time you ran into each other was at the very start of the school year, when you had been rushing to find your classroom after misreading your schedule. You were late on the first day, which would not make a good impression on your teacher, so you picked up the pace and fell into a slow jog, down the hallway, and into the stairwell. Coincidentally, Dahyun had been exiting the stairwell as you entered, and wham, your shoulders collided as you tried to pass. The books you had been holding fell to the floor, papers strewn about on the cold tile floor of the hallway.

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Whisk Me Away (Part dos)

It’s Sunday night and I’ve got no TWD to watch, so I’ve gone through this one last time. There might still be a few errors, but try to ignore them. Thank you all for the wonderful feedback on the first part of Whisk Me Away. I so very much appreciated it. xx 

This part is quite long, so please do enjoy. Also, there is a Part one - so, please read that first here

Let me know if anyone wants a tag. 

Tagging these wonderful people as always: @towongfu2 @milllott @lau-vm @celestev31 @tinakegg @milymargot @jackiewalsh2013 @annemarieted @mmfdfanfic @mykuhkors @i-dream-of-emus @rhi3915 @kneekeyta @kingbeeyonce @fuck-sewing-machine @irish-girl-84 @lovinglifeandlivinglove @nutinanutshell @voodoomarie @rockinthebeastmode @mirandasmadeofstone @protectfinnnelson @hey1tskat1e @eveerez @workinggirl101 @likeashootingstarfades 

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MCM Comic Con, Hannover, May 20th 2017 || Panel

Right after the autograph session we went to the Panel and lucky us, we got first row seats. To be honest I don’t remember that much from the panel because the day until then went by so fast, there was absolutely no time to process what has already happened but what I do remember is that they reenacted both Daniela’s and Eric’s auditions for the show which was pretty hilarious.

They also were asked how they reacted when they saw themselves on TV for the first time ever and Dani told that she was 16 years old and actually shocked and eww because she looked different from how she saw herself in a mirror and thought ‘what, that is how people see me?!’.. The whole room was laughing. Eric just thought he looked awesome. Dani was laughing. :’D

Dani also told a story about a young girl she met that told her she’s been watching the show for 6 or so years already and Dani asked her that she’s pretty young to be watching it for so long but the girl told her she always watched it with her dad who loved the show but he died not too long ago and she kept watching it for him. Dani was tearing up when she told this story.

They also were asked by me how the mood on set was when they filmed the episodes for the season 8 finale but were remembered to not give any spoilers because it hasn’t aired here yet and that we only have Queen Pin on Monday. Dani asked which number that was and I told her 17 and then they both answered that it was quite intense but they’re actors, so they can still have fun even when filming those scenes and we definitely don’t want to miss those episodes because it’s life-changing for Sam and also some sweet moments are about to happen.

Dani and Eric also told fun stories about the time when they were new on set which was for Eric the fighting scene with LL Cool J in ‘Hand-To-Hand’. LL made him think he would punch him at full force but in the very last second he slowed his punch down so he wouldn’t ‘destroy’ Eric but when he came home after that day on set and Sarah saw him shirtless in the bathroom she was laughing her ass off because Eric looked like a zebra with all those bruises he still had gotten. Dani’s story was from when they were filming the ‘Legend’ episodes on the mothership. Seconds before her very first take she realized she forgot she still had a gum in her mouth and was sorry about it and asking where she could get rid of it when she noticed a hand coming from behind right under her chin so she could spit it out and when she turned around she saw it was Mark Harmon behind her. She was in shock and embarressed but they were laughing about it.

Another person from the audience asked if AJ Chegwidden would/could come back full-time to “replace” Granger/Miguel. They both said they don’t have information about this and then Dani said something like ‘either way, Miguel can’t be replaced. We can only create a new place for someone new.’

Someone else was asking them to share their favorite memories about Miguel. Eric said he already shared his on instagram and while he searched on his account for the post he made about Miguel when he passed away Dani told hers which happened when he was still new to the show and cast only the two of them went out for lunch and had the world’s most normal talk ever, about life and family and Daniela admired that Miguel was the person most invloved with Hollywood (because of his famous family members and his long career) but at the same time the world’s most normal person. And then Eric read his post from his instagram account which made Dani cry a lot and many others in the audience were tearing up as well.

I’m posting Dani’s and Eric’s selfie from the panel too because I happen to be in there.

A Very Oblivious Soldier | Bucky Barnes

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

How to feel when the man you have a morally incorrect crush on is avoiding you? How to get the rising feeling of loneliness and anxiety bubbling up on your chest? How to get his attention back.

You weren’t fine. Fine was the least you were feeling, not only you boyfriend had just broken up with you sometime that exact week, but the reason he did was because he couldn’t deny the feelings going on between you, and you colleague. Bucky Barnes had broken up your relationship and was on the process os also breaking your heart, so you did as best as you could.

You bought some ice cream, took your headphones, your phone and a blanket, and got up to the Avengers Tower’s roof.

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Night Falls: Chapter 11

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, two caring dorks 

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 3,149

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A/N: The chapters just keep getting longer and longer! 

Sorry this took forever! But enjoy this Dean-centric chapter. 

And a happy Fanfiction Writers’ Appreciation Day to all my fellow writers out there!

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“What?” Dean throws his hands out as if he has no idea why Cas would be upset.

Cas just stares Dean down, disappointment etched into his face. 

“Really?” Cas lets out a deep breath, clearly not amused by Dean’s antics.

“Oh come on.” Dean waves off his partner. “I was just having some fun with her.” He drops his eyes back down to his plate and picks up his burger and takes a big bite. 

Castiel just continues to stare Dean down, moments like these reminding him how young his partner really is. 

“You should apologize.” Cas keeps an even tone, his hands still folded in his lap. Dean just keeps egregiously chewing

“It was an accident.” Dean attempts to defend himself again after swallowing his chewed food. 

“I know that.” Cas rolls his eyes. Dean was smart when it came to a lot of things, but sometimes he was a few clowns short of a circus. 

“It doesn’t mean you shouldn’t apologize.” Castiel picks up his burger again and finally take a bite since the entire encounter began. A silence falls between the two men and Cas gets halfway through his burger before he puts it down again. 

“And there’s no need to tease her.” He looks pointedly at Dean. “It’s not like she’s going through enough, as is, without you antagonizing her.”  

Dean takes in a deep breath and sighs, knowing Cas was right, as usual.He sometimes hated that about the guy. 

“Fine,” Dean smirks tightly at Cas, who just smiles back at him, his shoulders rolled back with a clear victory under his belt. 

Once Dean clears his plate, he picks up your unfinished burger, cold and sad looking, and tosses it in the trash before putting both your plates in the sink.

“I think she may have wanted that,” Cas comments to Dean’s back, but Dean doesn’t respond, just opens up the fridge and grabs what he’s looking for.

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Sebastian Aho #2

Requested by Anon:  can you do a Sebastian Aho imagine where he has a crush on the reader who is outgoing, but the reader thinks he doesn’t like them because he is too scared to talk to them? [Enjoy!!:) I know you waited so long for this.]

Word count: 955

Originally posted by puckducky

Another day, another small smile – that’s how it has been happening between you and the Carolina Hurricanes rookie, Sebastian Aho, for the past few months, since he moved into your building. It wasn’t something you’ve been looking forward to but you’ve come to consider it as something normal every time you’re in the roof top together which, for some reason, is almost every day.

Have you ever talked to him? No but it doesn’t matter. He smiles at you every time he passes by and you think that’s cute. He’s cute.

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FICS FOR STEREK’S POSSESSIVE!DEREK FIC REC

Anonymous asked for a rec of possessive!Derek fics so here you go!

As usual can you please make sure to check the tags and warnings before you read! 

Cat Farming in the Cascades (1/1 | 3,043 | Rated E)

Derek has no idea why, but Stiles has this really horrible, absolutely unconscious habit of fondling himself. All the time. In public, in private, it doesn’t matter.

Really, this is probably at least partially Derek’s fault. Because he didn’t somehow stop Stiles’ behavior back when he’d had the chance, and the kid apparently never learned not to touch himself in public. So now he’s doing it enough that random people are taking videos of him fondling his junk in his university classes. Oh god.

Take a Glorious Bite Out of the Whole World (1/1 | 5,472 | Rated E)

Stiles gets a tattoo when he turns eighteen. Derek notices. Quietly.

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The tattoo is vein-like and strange, but it’s so very…right. It’s not necessarily a picture, but free-flowing lines that wind around his arm and dip and dance around his scars. It makes him feel free, makes him feel powerful.

He goes in for his second tattoo when he’s about to leave for school in Southern California.

It’s not so much of a second one as a continuation. He decides that, though the pattern isn’t of branches it acts like them, so he branches it down over his shoulder and down to the center of his back, kind of like draping a toga. At the center of his back the lines concentrate and sort of circle. He adds a splash of jade-shaded almond shapes and feels stronger somewhere deep inside.

He Gets Me High (1/1 | 11,562 | Rated E)

Stiles and Derek act like a couple. But they’re not. Seriously! Derek has a boyfriend and Stiles has a girlfriend. They’re just friends, overly-attached and possessive friends, but that’s it. Right? 

Mirror, Mirror (2 works | 5,103 | Rated E)

Kink meme fill: Established relationship. After someone flirts with Stiles, Derek needs to show him who he belongs to by fucking him in a room full of mirrors so he can see himself stretched open. Bonus points if Derek forces Stiles to watch as his hole is stretched to accommodate Derek’s knot.

no aphrodisiac like loneliness (2 works | 19,705 | Rated E)

Stiles is 27 now, with a master’s degree and a career and a house and a serious boyfriend and a life in San Francisco that doesn’t include Derek. But then Stiles unexpectedly shows back up in Beacon Hills, and Derek would recognize that scent anywhere.

famous last words (6/6 | 16,957 | Rated E)

(No, he doesn’t belong in porn anonymous—it’s not an addiction. It isn’t, he swears.)

I Totally Planned on the Walk of Shame (1/1 | 14,960 | Rated E)

Stiles wiggled a bit to adjust the fit of his skinny jeans and winced slightly. There was a fine line between paint and pants and he was pretty sure that line had frowned at him in disapproval two sizes back. He popped a few breath mints and resisted the urge to run nervous hands through his hair lest he ruin all of Lydia’s hard work. Stiles took a deep breath, sent up a prayer, and stepped into line at Howl, the most underground of underground nightclubs that Beacon Hills had to offer.

Not that Beacon Hills had any other underground nightclubs but still, Stiles was there, ready to unleash his inner beast and walk on the wild side.

Jazz hands.

sleep on the floor, dream about me (1/1 | 4,887 | Rated E)

When she woke up in her room, everything smelled like puke and blood and Derek was leaning over her, palm pressed against her forehead.

“Well,” he said. “That was dramatic.”

“Yeah,” Stiles coughed and wished to stop breathing if only so she didn’t have to taste the inside of her mouth any longer. “Sorry about that.”

“Later on, when you’re able to really appreciate it, I will kill you for this.”

(K)Not Exactly According to Plan ( 2 works | 3,812 | Rated E)

Finding his mate is nothing like Derek expected.

He expected relief, a bone deep feeling of peace and contentment, whole hearted acceptance and soul freeing joy. Actually, given the last few years of Derek’s life saying he expected anything good is a bit of an overstatement. Derek had hoped though. He’d hoped that when he felt that connection, was overcome by that urge to touch and mark and claim, and finally found his mate it would be a new beginning, a sign of better things to come.

Instead he found Stiles –hahaha hell no you can’t know my first name-Stilinski and he’s the complete and total opposite of what Derek thought he wanted in a mate.

Control (1/1 | 3,953 | Not Rated)

Stiles, fed up with Derek’s I-Ruin-Fun attitude, skips out on the pack meeting. Meanwhile Derek, tired of pushing Stiles away, decides to let his wolf take control in order to secure his mate by his side. One-shot.

Discordant Chaos (1/1 | 3,148 | Rated E)

“Jesus, we really are some kind of fucked up, aren’t we, just completely toxic to each other.”

(Or the one where Derek and Stiles are assholes and Stiles gets Scott caught up in the middle of their shit. But it’s all good, because Scott’s an asshole, too.)

“We’re going clubbing!” (1/1 | 2,526 | PG-13)

“I’m sorry we’re doing what?!” Stiles was incredulous. They couldn’t be serious. Really they couldn’t be. Lydia and Erica were staring at him in amusement. They must be joking.

“Yes Stiles,” They replied in ominous harmony. “We’re going clubbing.”

“I’m looking at you and hearing clubbing but my head is saying no they can’t mean that. They can’t mean let’s take a group of adolescent werewolves, who can barely contain themselves on a good day! to a club, with people. Real people. But it’s okay. Because I know Derek would never agree to this.”

“Actually,” Lydia looked evil, with the current smirk she was sporting, “Actually he already did.”

The Hale Beast (1 works | 17,707 | Rated M)

Stiles would rather be at home playing X-Box than attending the ceremony inaugurating the Wolf nation’s sovereignty over the Argent kingdom, but he’s the Sheriff’s son so those are the breaks. What he doesn’t expect is the feral werewolf Prince Derek AKA The Beast to take an interest in him.

He was alone with the Beast. His heart started pounding its way up into his throat. A burst of static came from his cell phone.
“Scott! Oh my god! He’s here! The Hale Beast is here with me and I’m alone and no one is here to witness when he kills me…to death!”

Obsession (1/1 | 2,399 | Rated M)

Derek gets hit by a witch’s curse and is confined to his loft as his uncle searches for a cure and Isaac stands guard. But as the curse grows worse and Derek’s obsession with a certain pale skinned person becomes increasingly intense, how long can the team keep Derek and Stiles apart, especially when Stiles decides to take matters into his own hands? 

Who’s Right? (Joshua/Jisoo Scenario)
  • Pairing: Joshua x Reader (FEATURING SEUNGCHEOL)
  • Word Count: 1429
  • Warnings: None
  • Type: Angst, Fluffy(?) ending

Anon’s Request: Number 20 (“I want my best friend back.”) from the drabble prompts with Joshua please?

A/N: Once again, my drabble has gone too long…so now it’s a scenario!! This will be posted on both the drabble and scenario section of the masterlist. Sorry for any mistakes!

“Shua, can you come over today? Three new episodes of Naruto were subbed yesterday!” You jumped up and down, excited to continue your and Joshua’s weekly routine of watching Naruto at each other’s houses after a long break.

“Sorry, (Y/N), I would love to, but Yeon-ie wanted to watch Rogue One today, the only day she doesn’t have dance practice.” You frowned, not happy with his recent girlfriend, Yeon, or as he called her, Yeon-ie.

“But you’re with her everyday! We spend almost no time with each other anymore. Is she that important to you?” Joshua looked taken aback, not expecting your sudden outburst. He looked around nervously, not sure how to respond.

“Um, well, I can maybe set up a time where we three can all do something fun, yeah? I’m sure she’d like to meet you.” You narrowed your eyes at him, exasperated that he didn’t even want to spend some individual time with you.

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anonymous asked:

scorpius/rose (hp) “Well this is awkward…”

A/N: okay so here’s the deal: i wrote this whole fic, was one second away from publishing it when i realised i never actually included the quote you sent, aka the entire basis for the fic. i literally just forgot. so i’m sorry, anon, this is a fic centered around your prompt, without actually including said prompt. forgive me i’m trash. 

Their first kiss isn’t what she expected. She’s not really sure what she expected, (after all it’s not like she’s particularly experienced in the area of kissing) but it certainly wasn’t that.

Rose isn’t stupid. She’s read about kissing, she knows how it’s supposed to work. And she’s not deluded either- she knows it’s never perfect the first time. 

But still.

When Scorpius asks if he can kiss her, in that timid, yet unwavering voice, it comes as a surprise. For a few seconds she loses her voice to disbelief, wondering if her ears are working properly. After all, they’ve been tiptoeing around each other for so long that it feels like she’s forgotten how to walk normally- both figuratively and literally. 

Once she’s recovered from the shock she says yes (Of course she does, it already feels like she’s been waiting a lifetime for this moment, it’s not like she’s going to wait any longer now is it?) 

And so they kiss.

It’s short and it’s messy and Rose really wishes she was paying more attention whilst it was happening because truth be told, she’s kind of forgotten what it felt like. What she does remember is the moment their noses accidentally bumped- how she’d just been about to say ‘sorry’ when Scorpius’ mouth met hers, awkwardly grazing his lip with her teeth and staying like that, as if frozen, in all the moments before Scorpius pulled away. 

She remembers the details but she doesn’t remember the feelings. And to be honest, maybe that’s a good thing, because the urge to ram her head into a wall is strong enough as it is. 

It sucks. It sucks because Rose has been waiting so long for this moment- they both have- and now it’s ruined. 

She knows they should have waited, carried on tiptoeing just a little longer, then this whole situation could have been avoided. Because now- now they’ve gone and messed it up before’s there’s even officially anything to mess up. 

Rose can’t even bear to look at Scorpius. She kind of wishes she could just melt down into the earth and never be seen or heard from ever again. Her face seems to be flaming and she won’t even let herself imagine how red it must look- not to mention her ears. (Rose picks this moment to use one of her Dad’s favourite curse words against him- it’s his fault she most likely looks like a tomato right now. Stupid Weasley genes.)

“Rose?” Scorpius says after a considerable time lapse, his voice hoarse. 

Rose doesn’t look at him when she says, “Yes?”

“Can we uh.. Maybe forget about that? And-”

“Yes.” Rose cuts in before he can finish. “I’d love to forget about that.”

“Oh. Okay.” He sounds disappointed and Rose frowns.

“And what?” She asks, feeling guilty for the interruption.

“And uh… I was just going to ask if maybe, you’d, uh, want to try again? We don’t have to but I just thought…” Here he trails off and avoids meeting her eye.

Rose blinks. She’d thought they’d lost their chance, missed their train, fell on their faces- whatever you want to call it. But Scorpius, well, Scorpius doesn’t seem to mind the fact that their kiss had been nothing short of terrible. 

At first she hesitates. If the first kiss didn’t ruin it, what if the second one does? What if the second kiss is worse? What if, what if, what if…

Rose doesn’t give herself time for the doubt to enter her brain, (or rather, anymore doubt,) but instead leans in and kisses Scorpius, just like that.

She doesn’t give him a warning and she doesn’t give either of them time to worry about it. She just kisses him- and he kisses her back. 

This time, she focuses on feeling the kiss- really feeling it, no thinking involved. The wave of euphoria and giddiness she feels when their lips touch settles deep in her stomach and refuses to leave. This is better, she thinks afterwards, this is how it’s supposed to feel.

And yes, maybe it’s still an ounce awkward, and no, maybe it’s still not perfect- but it’ll do.

Besides, the expression on Scorpius face after she parts her lip from his tells her that they’ll have many, many more chances to get it right. 

Give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair

Bellamy cuts his hair and Clarke’s upset about it. For eskimo-whisperers :)

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If you asked Clarke what it was about Bellamy Blake that made him so Bellamy, she wouldn’t know what to pinpoint.

There are so many things that feel so particular to him, from his ridiculous love of history - any era, anywhere in the world; he just wants to know more - to his weirdly good ability to paint fingers and toes, going as far as adding small, cute flowers to the corner of each nail, to the way he demands to be the little spoon whenever they watch a trashy movie together and cuddle.

They’re all part of him, from the big, important stuff to the small, silly quirks, and Clarke can appreciate even the most frustrating of his traits (his overprotective nature, easily), because it’s what makes him Bellamy.

What she didn’t realise is that his hair is also part of what makes Bellamy so Bellamy to Clarke. That his hair is something that made him more attractive to her. And yet, here she is, watching him with a frown on her face, alcohol prompting her to tell him, voice annoyed —

“You look weird with short hair.”

Bellamy scowls, which is also how Clarke’s feeling as she looks at his freshly cut locks, although she knows they’re scowling for different reasons. See, while Clarke is mourning the loss of his gorgeous inky curls (mop of hair is a phrase that suits Bellamy to a tee, and she often wonders if he even owns a comb), Bellamy is bitter about how the loss came about.

It was half a week ago that she got the I fucking hate undergrads text, which honestly wasn’t much in and of itself from her best friend. But it was sent past midnight and accompanied by a selfie; Bellamy’s face crinkled in the way it gets when he falls asleep on non-bed surfaces, eyes bleary, mouth turned down into a frown, and a piece of bright pink gum stuck in his hair.

It was hard not to laugh at the time, even though Clarke did feel a surge of sympathy for him. Apparently, after a very intense two weeks of uni which involved submitting a final draft of his completed thesis, Bellamy had fallen asleep on a desk at the college library. Which again, wasn’t much in and of itself, but this one happened to have gum on it. And of course Bellamy blamed it on undergrads, because generally speaking they’re easy to blame disorder within the library on.

But Clarke isn’t laughing now, because realising that you’re attracted to and in love with your best friend is one thing, but finding out that their hair is something you are very much into;  that you need time to grieve its loss because they cut it all off is something else entirely.

She’s trying to deal, reasoning with herself that she’s an adult and this whole ordeal shouldn’t be affecting her as much as it is. But in the two hours that have passed since Bellamy showed up for Friday night drinks, Clarke’s gotten more and more drunk, and is now feeling very much like a non-adult. A non-adult who is very upset about the lack of messy hair on top of Bellamy’s head.

He narrows his eyes, but the way his mouth twitches, like he wants to smile but isn’t letting himself, makes it lose the intended effect. “Fuck you, princess.”

“I’m just saying,” she muses, “you should probably wear a beanie until it grows out.“ For her own selfish benefit, she leaves out, because every time she sees him she’ll just be reminded that Bellamy’s hair is A Thing for her. Too much of A Thing. A Thing she’s upset about losing to a disproportionate degree of its loss.

“Maybe I won’t grow it out just to spite you,” he grumbles, and Clarke swats at him over the table because the thought is truly upsetting. Seriously. She has a fucking problem.

“Do whatever you want, Bell,” she says, aiming for casual and thinking she even manages it. “I’m just saying that objectively you look better with longer hair.”

“That literally makes no sense.” He quirks an eyebrow, takes a pull of his drink. “It’s completely subjective.”

“And objectively,” Clarke continues, pointedly ignoring him, “that means you might strike out more. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.”

He barks out a laugh. “As always, I’m touched by your concern,” he says, dry.

“You should be. I’m a great friend.”

Bellamy rolls his eyes, but doesn’t disagree. “Well it’s not like I’m trying to hook up with anyone these days, am I?” It comes out with just an hint of harshness, and Bellamy seems to notice when Clarke leans back in her seat, surprised. He offers a smile, something like an apology in it, and with a softer voice continues. “I doubt my hair will affect my life much, Clarke.”

“Huh,” Clarke frowns, sipping her beer while she looks at him curiously. There’s a minute of silence while she runs through the past few months in her head, trying to pick out a night Bellamy flirted and subsequently went home with someone. But she comes up with nothing. Bellamy Blake, notorious one stand enthusiast, hasn’t had a single one night stand in months. No guys, no girls, not for a long time; maybe not since he and Gina split up almost a year ago. “I guess not.” She hesitates, worrying her lip before she lets herself ask, “Any particular…reason for that?”

Bellamy watches her for a long moment and Clarke feels her face heat up in the dark room.

It’s just - they’ve been friends for six years now, best friends for four, but they’ve never been more than that. Not in the way most people count. Not in the way where Clarke’s ever admitted her feelings to him. There was a time she was considering it, but then Gina came along, and later Niylah, and through it all Bellamy was there - her constant; both a blessing and a curse - and it didn’t feel fair. Not when she knew he didn’t feel the same way.

So she didn’t tell him. Hasn’t told him. Wasn’t planning to.

But the way he’s looking at her right now - like he’s so close to confessing something but not quite there - makes Clarke hold her breath and hope.

There’s something about his mop of dark curls that’s just so Bellamy, but even with them gone the rest of him is still here. Hair or no hair she loves him, and there’s something in his eyes Clarke’s never caught more than a glimpse of before; never for this long, never this intense, never with this much vulnerability. She looks into his eyes and she can’t help but think he loves her back.

It’s another moment of electric-filled silence before Bellamy releases a deep breath, bowing his head to look at the beer bottle in front of him. “Nah,” he says, glancing back up to Clarke, but there’s something else in his eyes now. A sadness to them, maybe even longing. They flit around her face before he shakes his head. “No reason. Another drink?”

He’s up before Clarke can manage a reply, and she watches as he moves towards the bar. He runs a hand through his hair and rolls out his shoulders, and Clarke pulls her phone out because despite Bellamy’s words she’s not disappointed yet.

Is your brother into me?

Thankfully, Octavia’s reply is quick. Yeah. Been in love with you for about a year. You really didn’t know?

Nah. Thanks tho.

Break his heart and I break you.

Good to know. Not gonna be a problem.

She pockets her phone when Bellamy returns, taking a moment to study him as he sets a beer down in front of her and slides into his seat. He’s avoiding her gaze, hands tapping out an uneven beat on the table, and Clarke can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips because he’s nervous, and Bellamy Blake is never nervous around her.

So she takes a sip of liquid courage and hopes for the best.

“You wanna know the worst thing about your short hair?”

He laughs, but it has an edge of desperation to it, a hint of something that makes Clarke’s heart hurt a little. He looks up from the table and shoots her a wry smile. “Yeah, go on.”

She returns it with one of her own and waits a beat before replying, looking him straight in the eye. “Because when I kiss you tonight I won’t have anything to run my hands through.”

It’s almost comical watching his reaction, and after he opens and closes his mouth three times Bellamy manages to stutter out a “Yeah?”

Clarke grins then, a small laugh of relief bubbling through her. “Yeah.”

“Fuck,” he says, disbelief in his voice, but soon he’s grinning too. “You’re — we’re — I mean. Fuck.”

She laughs again, but then Bellamy’s out of his seat and pulling Clarke from hers, capturing the delighted sound with his lips and fucking kissing her. He kisses her like he’s been waiting his entire life for it, and in the end it’s just so them: consuming and building and passionate. A hunger she remembers from when they were first learning about each other years ago; a sharpness to Bellamy’s tongue she recognises from arguments.

He slides his hands down her back, pulling Clarke flush against him like he wants to learn her all over again in this new way, and because she remembers they’re still in the middle of the bar Clarke lets hers move to the nape of his neck, creeping higher to tug at his hair, a joke. Bellamy smiles against her lips when they pull apart, and Clarke swears she can taste the sweetness of it when he presses one last kiss to her mouth.

“I’m sorry about my hair,” he tells her, low, and Clarke laughs, nuzzles into his neck.

“You’re forgiven,” she replies, pulling back to see his swollen lips, how the usual browns of his eyes are now black. “As long as you promise to grow it out for me.”

Bellamy grins, and Clarke’s heart skips a beat.

“I think I can manage that.”

*

Four months later it’s just as Clarke loves and remembers, and she’s delighted to learn that Bellamy Blake enjoys having his hair played with as much as she loves playing with it.

"Mmm,” he murmurs, lips wet against her bare stomach, the vibrations of his voice sending a warmth through her. “Just like that.”

Clarke laughs, nails scraping against his scalp as her fingers card through the curls she’s missed; the curls that are just so him. When she feels the curve of his smile against her skin she grasps a few locks and tugs him up. He comes willingly, propping himself on his elbows and letting Clarke lean up to join their mouths. She uses her grip to pull him over her body completely, and then the kiss is warm and wet, a laziness to it that’s been perfected on Sunday mornings spent in bed together; drunken nights when they’re too tired for anything more heated.

“See,” Clarke smirks when they pull apart, tugging once more playfully. “This is why I love it nice and long like this.”

“You’ve already admitted to thinking my hair is a fundamental part of who I am,” Bellamy teases, and Clarke grins up at him, wide and bright.

“Yeah, okay,” she concedes, eyes tracing his features fondly, landing quickly on her hand still playing with his curls before moving back to his eyes. She can always see that light behind them now, and she knows it’s love shining through when he looks at her. “That too.”

badpun  asked:

You wanted more prompts? Chasemarsh. Vanilla. Victoria visiting Kate in the hospital and breaking down emotionally while talking to her.

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“Kate, I’m sorry?”

“Kate, I’m sorry!”

“Katie, I’m sorry.”

Victoria paced along the hospital corridor, her heels clacking across the linoleum flooring. At the strength and speed she moved, the lack of wear on the ground was surprising.

“Kate, you know it was all a joke-”

“Katie, I just wanted to-”

“Kate, I didn’t mean to-”

A thud echoed through the halls; Victoria’s fist slammed against the wall being the obvious culprit. Her teeth were grit and a look of fury and frustration seemed to be etched permanently onto her features. This was definitely going to cause frown lines.

She had to leave.

Victoria turned once more and beelined for the exit. 

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Merry Christmas, nixvicious!

I hope you like it and that you have a lovely holiday! <3

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Written in foam

“Stiles, Stiles, Stilinski!”

Stiles Stilinski jerks hard as his name is yelled in his ear, in his momentary panic his elbow that had been resting on the counter of the coffee shop he works at connects with a sleeve of disposable cups causing them to drop to the floor with a dull thud.

“Smooth as always Stiles, really suave,” Erica Reyes coworker, friend and evil blonde bombshell drawls out, the ever present smirk firm on her lips. “Don’t you get enough staring at Professor Hot-Ass in your Lit class?”

“I wasn’t staring,” Stiles hisses hastily, casting a frantic look over to one of the corner tables. “And lower your voice before he hears you.”

“Hey, It’s not like I blame you,” Erica grins ever wider, looking over too with a hungry gleam in her eye.

There in the corner like every afternoon Professor Hale sat clicking away on his computer, a stack of paper next to him and a red pen. More than likely Stiles’ latest paper was in there.

“He is hot like fire, with the sweaters and tight jeans, you so need to tap that already.”

Stiles feels his face heat up even as he lets out a reluctant chuckle at Erica’s salivating tone. “He also sometimes wears hipster glasses.”

“Ohhh,” Erica mocks. “Tap that Stiles, tap it hard.”

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anonymous asked:

you gut me in the bathroom and flush my body down the drain. THIS IS FINE, i tell you, quivering against the plastic shower curtain. THIS IS GOOD. i am sorry about your mother. i am sorry about her aching spine and her bloody savage mouth. but even if you skin me, you can never read her mind.

fuck fuck fuck. i am loving these anonymous words, they’re exactly my sort of thing. this is so visceral & raw & i love the style of it. fuck.

I’ll Protect You From Now On

Part 2 of Vernon scenario where the girlfriend turns out to be mean to you, but acts all nice when he is around. One day he sees her being mean to you and breaks up with her and ends up with you. Fluffy happy ending.

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Part 1 [x

One month has passed since your birthday party and the news of Vernon’s girlfriend as school was starting soon. Her name was Jina and she’d always come visit Vernon and greet you whenever she sees you. You were happy for them.

The new semester of school had started. You were grabbing lunch when someone tripped you, making your food fall with you.

“Oops. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” You looked up and saw a familiar face. It was Jina.

“Is she the one who’s been trying to steal Vernon from you?”

“Wow, she think she can have him?”

“She’s so ugly! She doesn’t deserve him!”

You heard from the girls behind Jina, and quickly got up and left the cafeteria with a bloody knee.

You were on your way home when Jina’s friends decided to follow you. They stopped you and pushed you into an alley. They pushed you down and you fell onto your butt.

“So I heard, you’ve been throwing yourself at Jina’s boyfriend?” One of the girl started.

“Who do you think you are, huh?” Another threw at you.

You just sat there as they talk bad about you.

“You deserve a little of this.” One of the girls opened a bottle of juice and poured it on your head as you looked down. Tears were falling down your cheeks.

“Have fun cleaning yourself, ugly.” They all laughed as they left.

Since then, you have been avoiding Vernon, who lives next door to you. Even though you don’t see him much because he goes to a different school, you’d still avoid him when he calls you from next door.

One day in class, it was break time and you were writing in your journal when someone left a cup of water by your desk. Jina came in the room and purposely hit the cup. Water spilled on your journal as you stood up to avoid it getting onto your clothes. You were holding your journal on the side as water drip from it.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry about that.” Jina had her hand at her mouth.

“It’s okay.” You closed your journal and was about to leave the room when Jina called you.

“What were you writing about? Vernon?” She purposely mentioned his name. “About how you would try to steal him from me?”

You ignored her and left the room. You got to your locker and saw a note. It was threat that if you don’t stay away from Vernon, then you’ll get killed. You were scared so you ran on your way home. How bad is it that Jina was in your way? You slowly stopped running when you saw her. You tried to walk fast and walk by her but she stopped you.

“Where are you going?” She asked.

“Home.” You were about to move but she stopped you again.

“You mean, go see Vernon?”

“No, he only live next door to me.”

Vernon was on his way home from school when he saw you and Jina together. He was about to approach you two, but he stopped when he saw Jina slapped you and you fell to the ground.

“Liar.” Jina chucked. “Get away from Vernon. He’s mine and only mine, you hear me?”

“Jina!” Vernon called her name as he started to walk to you two. He got up to Jina, who was surprised at his appearance. “What are you doing to her?”

You got up and walked away from them two.

“N-nothing. I didn’t do anything.” Jina stuttered.

“Nothing? I saw you slapped her.”

Jina pretended to cry, “I’m not lying, oppa! You have to believe me!”

“You hurt my best friend, and you know what that means? We’re over.”

“What?”

“I’m breaking up with you.”

“Wait! Vernon-oppa!” Vernon walked away as he looked for you, leaving Jina behind. 

Vernon found you in tears at a nearby park. He called out your name. You looked up and tried to walk away, but he called again and told you to stop. He got to you and looked at your eyes. “Are you okay?”

Right when he finished his sentence, you cried out loudly. He pulled you into a hug and patted your back. “I’m sorry. It’s okay, I’m here. You’re going to be fine.” 

You were sitting in the living of Vernon’s house. Vernon was removing the bandage on your knee and replaced it with a new one. He kissed your knee then looked up at you, who was looking down, but not at him. 

He sat next to you and grabbed a lollipop on the table next to him. He kissed it before he handed it to you. He came closer and held on your hand after you accepted his candy with a smile. “I’m going to only protect you from now on.” 

New Years

Anonymous -

Can you write one where you and your crush are at a family New Years party at his house and you act shy and awkward but it gets kind steamy when the new year rings in? Idk if I’m being too specific but hopefully that makes sense! Thanks :) 

Hey anon, sure! I think this sounds cute. You’re gonna be my first shorter go, hope you don’t mind! It’ll be short but detailed. Sorry this is probably super late and was supposed to be around actual New Years time.


You’re getting ready for a New Year’s party at (c/n)’s house, trying to decide what to actually wear. His family always throws a huge party, and you were thrilled when he invited you.

Eventually, when you’d finally decided on the right outfit, and fixed up your hair, you were ready. You fix one last strand in the mirror before heading out the door.

When he opens the door, you’re mildly disoriented from the noise. And how good he looks. He’s not dressed up, exactly, but not dressed down either. He’s wearing a nice black button up and fitted jeans. He looks really, really good, and you suddenly feel inadequate despite your earlier efforts to look nice.

“Hey, (y/n)! Come on in!” He has to shout over the laughter and the chatter filling the house.

“H-hi, (c/n)! This is really nice.” You try to project your voice loud enough for him to hear as well.

But it seems he didn’t. He just drags you around the house, hopping from relative to relative having awkward introductions and almost-conversations.
One woman, an aunt maybe, actually commented on how you should try to dress better. You just flush red and look at your feet, but he was not happy.

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the way she dresses. I think she looks really nice,” he admits, scowling at the woman before gently leading you away.

He stops at a door and nudges you in before closing it behind the both of you. You look around and realize it’s his room

”Hey, you okay? I’m sorry about her, she never knows when to shut her mouth,” he sighs, his eyes searching your face.

“It’s fine,” you reply, awkwardly pulling at your shirt, suddenly self conscious. You didn’t know where to stand so you just hovered in the corner.

“We can hang in here for a while, if you don’t mind? So we can talk.” 

“A-alright,” you mumble, still standing around like an idiot. He goes to sit on his bed and gestures for you to as well, so you do. You try to talk for a bit, but you keep stammering out muddled replies, and eventually he notices.

“You don’t have to be nervous, you know,” he says softly, “It’s just me.”

“Exactly. It’s you and I’m… me.” The end was almost a whisper, barely there.

“But you’re wonderful,” he murmurs.

That’s when you realized how close your faces actually were, as you sat on his bed. He seemed to notice at the same time, but he didn’t move away. He brought his hand up to touch your face gently, carefully, like he wasn’t sure how you’d react.

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t even speak. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. He leans in closer, and then your foreheads are touching. You can feel his breath on your face.

“(y/n),” hey says, his lips barely brushing yours as he does. Then he finally closes the gap between the two of you, and you’re kissing.

You didn’t exactly expect to end up making out with (c/n) in his room at his family’s New Year’s party, but you certainly weren’t complaining. His hands are on your face and your hands are in his hair and it’s so easy and right and him.

Then he bites your lip, and you let out a small whine making him growl and turn you so you’re back against his pillows and he’s hovering on top of you. He moves his lips from yours on down your neck and behind your ear, leaving little love bites as he goes. His hands are up under your shirt as well, feeling your bare back with his rough hands.

You moan and pull at his hair as he works his way to your collar bones, then you pull his face back to yours for another kiss. “(c/n),” you breathe out.

“Yeah?”

You grab his hand and shakily pull it across your stomach to your breast. You let out a high sigh and he keeps going to pull your shirt off. Once you’re laying there in your bra, he continues kissing you, while teasing you through your bra.

After a while you both get tired and you lay there happily, breathing heavily. 

“You know I meant what I said, earlier,” he says, breaking the silence.

“About what?”

“You,” he paused, “You really are wonderful.”


I’m not really sure… what this was lol. But I hope you like it!! I wasn’t sure exactly HOW steamy you wanted it to get, so I just tried a heavy makeout. :-) Thanks for the request!

“Another round!” Cheers went up around the outdoor bar, tipsy partygoers nearly tripping over themselves to get more drinks, all pausing to clap their generous benefactor on the back in thanks. The man in question gladly accepted the gratitude and drank alongside them; his booming laugh and charismatic smile earning him scores of new friends.  Around him the party thrummed with life, Barcelona never disappointing when it came to having a good time. The streets teemed with dancers as music washed over them and with a wide grin; he watched them indulge in the vivacity of life.

“Marcel, my man, it’s good to see you!”

Marcel turned to the interrupting voice, the man yelling to be heard over the din of the crowd.

“Rodrigo! This is one hell of a party!” Marcel shook his old friend’s hand, the host beaming with pride as they both surveyed the people dancing through the street.

“Of course it is – I’m the best in the city after all!”

Marcel raised his glass in toast but jumped when his drink was knocked from his hand, spilling down his shirt.  He quickly realized the cause was the mass of long limbs and blonde curls that had unceremoniously knocked against him and who now righting herself, taking in the damage with wide eyes, her apology tumbling from her mouth.

Ohmygod, I’m so sorry about that, I should’ve looked where I was going, are you okay?”

Anyone else might have found themselves with a very angry vampire on their hands, but Marcel took in the young blonde who was peering up at him nervously from underneath long eyelashes. She was gorgeous, and he was never one to make a beautiful girl feel down, so he simply waved off her apologies and flashed his most charming smile, watching her relax and smile up shyly at him.

“It’s no problem,” he said cheerfully, holding out his hand. “I’m Marcel.”

“Caroline,” she replied, shaking his hand and giggling when he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

“Well Caroline, how are you enjoying the party?”

“It’s amazing!” she gushed happily. “This is actually my first time in Barcelona.”

“Seriously? Well then you have to let me take you around, show you all the best sights!” said Marcel, and Caroline returned his enthusiasm.

“I wouldn’t mind having a tour guide,” she said happily, and Marcel gave the girl another once-over, resting his eyes on the clunky blue ring on her finger.

“I don’t suppose you’d like to grab a drink?” he asked carefully.

“I think I should probably stay away from liquids,” laughed Caroline, nodding towards his still damp shirt.

“I was actually thinking something a little more…alive,” he said with a dark grin and Caroline’s eyes widened.

“You’re a – “

“I am,” he said, nodding. “How old are you?”

“It’s been five years,” she admitted.

“So you’re still a newbie!” said Marcel, always eager to take on younger vampires, they were always up for a good time. And Caroline looked like the kind of girl who would be a great friend to have around, so he took her hand and twirled her around to the music. “Tell you what, you and I are going to have a great time.”

***

As he marched into the abattoir, Klaus barked instructions into his cellphone, directing a faction of the werewolves to keep an eye on the city’s perimeter for travelling packs. Having finally put the wolves of New Orleans under his thumb, he was not about to be usurped by strangers. Satisfied that his underlying would have all threats sufficiently taken care of, he strode towards his art room, shedding his jacket and pouring himself a generous helping of scotch.

Halfway through a landscape of a forest setting, his phone chirped once more and Klaus rolled his eyes, slamming his paintbrush down and answering the call with a terse “What?!”

Whoa, what’s eating your ass?”

Klaus sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. “Marcel. I trust Spain is agreeing with you?”

Like you have no idea!”  the younger vampire responded cheerfully. “Great place, great people, man, you should seriously consider taking a vacation. Maybe then you won’t be so grumpy all the time.”

“I have a city to run, Marcel,” said Klaus, his voice rife with irritation.

Yeah, and don’t we all know it,” said Marcel, his voice even, but Klaus picked up on the undercurrent of discontent. The turnover of power in the city may have happened a while ago and while Marcel had pledged himself to his side, he would be a fool to think his former protégé was completely content.

Hoping to take his mind off possible rebellion, Klaus searched for a change of subject. “So, tell me about Barcelona,” he said, hoping he sounded somewhat pleasant.

Parties every night, siestas in the day, lots of sightseeing,” said Marcel cheerfully, his good mood apparently returned.

“I suppose you must be having your fill of Spanish beauties,” said Klaus, smirking to himself.

“American beauties actually.”

“Oh? You had to go to Europe for that?”

Marcel chuckled deeply, “Hey, if you saw her, you’d know it was worth it.”

“Now Marcel, don’t tell me you’re smitten,” said Klaus with mock interest.

Nothing’s happened but we’ll see how it goes, it’s still early days.”

Growing tired of the small talk, Klaus picked up his paintbrush. “Well, as fun as this has been, I do have work to do.”

Sure, I’ll talk to you another time.”

Klaus was thankfully released from the conversation, but before he could delve too deeply into his art, the chirp of his phone alerted him to a message, one from Marcel.

See for yourself, she’s worth it ;) –M

Deciding to humour his old friend, Klaus sighed and clicked on the picture attached.

A second later, his phone clattered out of his hand.

Recovering from his shock, Klaus grabbed up his phone, staring at the small picture intently. There was Marcel, grinning widely underneath the Spanish sun, and he has his arm slung around the shoulders of a young woman who was beaming at the camera.

God knows it had been a long time since he had seen Caroline Forbes smile.

His mouth was dry, his temper was mounting and the grip he had on his phone nearly cracked the screen. It actually took him a few moments to realize the surge of fury he was feeling was pure and unadulterated jealousy. After all that time pursuing Caroline, after honoring that ridiculous promise he had made to stay away from Mystic Falls, his own bloody protégé had to go and find her in some far off place.

He barely realized he had begun to pace before he was imagining Caroline laughing with Marcel while he flirted with her and he threw his phone across the room. It should have been him, he was the one who promised her the beauty of the world, he was the one who was supposed to be her last…

It took only a minute for him to decide a course of action. He shrugged on his jacket and retrieved his phone, dialing quickly. “Elijah, listen carefully. I’m going out of town. Keep things under control”.

No matter what he had to do, it was time to keep his promises.

***

Klaus pushed through the crowd of people, the dancers barely sparing him a glance as he moved quickly by them. Marcel was a creature of habit, so it was relatively easy to guess where he would be. The largest party in the city was bound to attract the carefree vampire and sure enough, after only a few moments he heard a very familiar booming laugh. He moved as close as he could while keeping himself obscured, searching for Marcel until he found him leaning against the bar, surrounded by friends. And sitting by his side was the girl he had crossed the ocean for, all blonde hair and blue eyes, looking not a day over seventeen, but a little older and wiser all the same.

Caroline tossed her hair and matched Marcel as he downed a shot of tequila, laughing giddily. Klaus had missed that sound, so much, he had missed her innate light, the way she cast it over him no matter how much he didn’t deserve it, a benevolent angel no matter how sharp her tongue. As he watched them, Marcel leant closer to say something and Klaus seethed, watching Caroline closely and loosening his balled fists when he realized that Caroline wasn’t reciprocating Marcel’s flirtations, simply remaining friendly. He knew what Caroline flirting looked like, and from what he saw, he didn’t have anything to worry about on that front. His relief is palpable, but nevertheless the anxiety in his stomach stayed, the urge to do something, anything about the fact that Caroline was here, close by, where he could see her, touch her, kiss her.

His feet were moving before he knew what he was doing.

Once he stood a few feet away, he remained still and silent, waiting for them to notice his presence. It didn’t take long before Marcel lifted his head and confusion spread across his face as he realized who was standing there.

Klaus?!” Marcel hopped off his stool and came closer to the hybrid, clapping him on the shoulder. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“You did say I needed a vacation,” said Klaus dryly, and Marcel laughed heartily, turning back to the blonde who so far had said nothing.

“Caroline, you have to meet this guy, his name is – “

“Klaus.” Caroline’s voice was breathless as she stared at him, her expression slightly dazed.

“Hello Caroline,” said Klaus smoothly, his lips twisting into a smirk, which she matched.

“Wait – do you two – “ Marcel looked between the both of them, and the intense staring contest they remained locked in seemed to give him all the answers he needed. “I’ll just be over here,” he said, watching them with an amused smile as he strode back to the bar. “Klaus, you joining us?”

“I would Marcel, but coincidentally enough, Caroline here happens to be an old friend.  Would you mind taking the time to catch up, sweetheart?” he asked innocently, holding out his hand.

Caroline jumped off her barstool and strode forward confidently, taking Klaus’s hand and lacing their fingers together.

“Lead the way,” she said coyly.

Klaus pulled her through the crowd, away from the press of people until they were standing against a brick wall, the warm air heavy around them. “How do you like Barcelona?” he asked casually, leaning forward on the pretense of being heard over the din, as if her vampire senses couldn’t hear him perfectly. But Caroline didn’t call his bluff, simply smiling as he leant close.

“This place is amazing,” she said happily. “The people, the music, the buildings – I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Klaus smiled widely, her enthusiasm infectious. “And have you been seeing a lot of it with Marcel?” he asked, trying to keep his anger in check, not wanting to ruin their good mood.

“He’s a nice guy,” said Caroline with a shrug. “Knows where all the good parties are, at least.”

Klaus nodded absently, and Caroline laughed as how obvious he was to her. “You don’t have to be jealous,” she said affectionately. “He’s not really my type.”

Klaus raised his eyebrows and reached up his hand to tuck an errant curl behind her ear. “I won’t deny I’m happy,” he said frankly. “But tell me Caroline, how did you end up away from Mystic Falls in the first place?”

Caroline’s smile dropped just slightly, but she remained positive. “A lot of things changed there, Klaus. And it’ll always be my home, but I had a whole world out there waiting for me. I thought I should finally see some of it.”

There were more details underneath her words, but for now Klaus accepted her explanation and turned his thoughts to her relaxed body, which was slowly inching closer to his. “And I can’t help but notice you’re happy to see me,” he said smugly, chuckling as she rolled her eyes but smiled widely all the same.

“Yeah well, I’ve had lots of time to think about…that day,” she said, both of them smirking at the memories. “And you know, I’m starting to think you weren’t as horrifically awful as I always remembered.”

“I’m honored,” he drawled.

“You should be,” she replied, with a wink.

“So, what now?” Klaus asked, almost hesitant to hear her answer.

Caroline paused for a moment before she spoke. “Now, I think I’m going to dance. And Marcel’s been really nice, but I think he’s found other company for his trip,” she said as they both looked over at Marcel conversing with the little crowd that had gathered around him. “So what do you say? Play tour guide?”

“I’d be happy to,” Klaus said, and when Caroline smiled in response, the light he had remembered so clearly came back in full force. New Orleans was in the hands of his brother, and suddenly, taking a short vacation hardly seemed like the end of the world.

“Come on,” Caroline said, pulling out towards the dancing crowd as the heavy beats gave way to the soft melody of a Spanish guitar. Klaus drew her close and they basked in the music.

“You should’ve come to New Orleans, you know,” Klaus said with a grin. “Since you so heartlessly banned me from Mystic Falls. We could’ve been dancing like this ages ago.”

“It’s better like this,” said Caroline, a twinkle in her eye. “Far away from crazy hometowns and supernatural cities, this is neutral ground.”

“You’re awfully lucky, you know, it was pure chance that you should run into Marcel out of all the people in all the parties in Europe.”

“It was, wasn’t it,” said Caroline thoughtfully. “There were so many things – me just happening to spill my drink on the one person who’d be in contact with you, who’d almost definitely send you a picture so you’d know where I was…”

Klaus stopped their dancing, a small frown on his face. “Caroline…”

“I mean, when you really  stop to think about it, it’s almost like someone planned this whole thing.” There was no disguising the mischievous look in her eye but before Klaus could question her, she threaded her hands through the curls at the nape of his neck and reached up, pressing her lips to his and Klaus found himself drowning in the familiar sensation, soft and sweet and Caroline, though his memory could do no justice to the real thing. Grinning against her lips he held her waist as his tongue begged entrance, tasting her fully, properly, never having enough of the beauty in his arms. He grew insistent, demanding and she returned his fervor, before breaking away with a victorious grin on her face.

He said nothing but  still looked at her, expecting answers, and she shrugged innocently. “Hey, I had to make sure you were still interested!” she said brightly, leaning up to peck his lips again before grabbing his hand and pulling him back towards the bar. “Come on, I’ll make it up to you. Let’s see if they have any champagne.” 

 

anonymous asked:

a blurb of teeny shy michael secretly falling for (my surname is kai) ashton's little sister who's quiet stubborn and lazy but also likes him?

I don’t do personals babe :( But I can do this with [Y/N] instead! It’s kinda weird though cuz I did it in third person instead of my usual first or second… (ps i’m so so so so sorry, this got lost in the depths of my ask and i totally forgot about it, i’m sorry)

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