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geminioriginalsimagines · 2 years ago

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Jealous

Requests: “79 & 80 Stefan Salvatore” Prompt List (Credits to gif owners!)

Y/N hated when she’d be out with Stefan and all of the girls would cling to him like he was a magnet. He only had eyes for her but Y/N couldn’t stand the way Elena still lingered around as if she still cared. She broke his heart for Damon, Caroline has been obsessed with him since he arrived in Mystic Falls. The freshmen girls watched him strut down the hallway.

The junior girls always waited in groups and waved as he passed. But the one thing Y/N couldn’t stand...when a girl flirted with him like she wasn’t standing next to him. Oh it made her blood boil and everything in her crawl. Pretending she didn’t exist because she had one of the yummiest boyfriends in Mystic Falls really irked her.

Stefan insisted he take Y/N out for dinner at The Grill. With Silas dead, his memories back, he finally found time to take her out and spend time with her. A waitress was watching from the bar, grinning at him. “You do realize you’re the hottest guy in here right? Ever since you got your memories back it’s like every girl is all over you.” Y/N frowned and played with the straw in her drink. Stefan let out a deep exaggerated sigh in response.

His face then turned red. “I wouldn’t say the hottest...” Y/N grinned up at him. He was always so humble. “I don’t know why it’s only now after my memories came back, but you are the one I want Y/N…I explain it to you all the time..” He explained in the most gentle Stefan way possible. Y/N nodded and grabbed his hand from across the table, her thumb playing with his daylight ring. He was right, he did reassure her a lot and she needed to start trusting just a bit more.

“You are the hottest. FYI.” She whispered and Stefan looked down at his lap with a smile on his face, biting his lip to keep from smiling too big. “I just don’t like everyone staring at you. I wish I could just act on it and show them how much I don’t like it.” Y/N rolled her eyes. Stefan thought she was adorable like this, she isn’t threatening at all.

Stefan rested his chin on his hand and brushed his thumb over hers. “I don’t like when guys stare at you but I never act on it.” He added. “Jealousy is okay, as long as you control it, Y/N.” Why does he always have to add his words of Stefan wisdom?

“Not when you’re mine!” She argued and was a little too loud at the same time. “Especially when they look better than me…” She trailed off.

Stefan rolled his eyes this time. “Y/N...you’re also mine. Isn’t that something in itself? Something to fall back onto for comfort? I choose to be with you.” He narrowed his eyes at her. Y/N wouldn’t admit it. “Come on. Say it. You want to agree with me.”

Yes she did. He was right and she was wrong which was usual. And she wanted to laugh at herself for how silly she was being. Stefan had never given her a reason not to trust him before.

“Come on Y/N.” He leans further across the table at her. Their moment was interrupted by the waitress. Stefan looked up with those big green eyes and the waitress nearly melted in the most visible way possible. Shuddering and all.

Y/N knew Stefan just proved her point. “This is your bill but I think it’ll be on me.” The waitress walked away with a noticeable sway in her hips. Stefan was being stared down by Y/N and awkwardly scratched his head.

“I uh...” He coughed and read the bill. “It’s free food so...” He shrugged at her. Y/N frowned and sat back, crossing her arms. “Come on Y/N do you think I do that on purpose? I was born like this.” He ran his hands through his fluffy hair. “All joking aside I don’t want anyone else, baby.” He said gently again.

“No, you don’t do it on purpose. But I’m going to get you some contacts that make your pretty green eyes a shit brown color and then nobody will melt when they look into your eyes.” She hissed.

“Y/N...” He started and was starting to become frustrated. They were interrupted again by a female plopping herself into the booth next to Stefan without so much as acknowledging Y/N. Y/N gasped. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, it was like someone cast a spell on her boyfriend and they couldn’t resist themselves. But to be fair Caroline did the exact same thing when the group met Stefan for the very first time.

“How about I write my number on that paper?” She playfully grinned. It was like Y/N didn’t exist and Stefan was growing more uncomfortable by the second. She had a hand loosely placed on his bicep and Y/N wasn’t sure if she should be seething or cry. How disrespectful and distasteful. No class whatsoever.

“Oh no we uh...” Stefan started scratching his ear. “Okay look, I’ve got a girlfriend sitting across from me. I’d appreciate it if you’d stop.” Always the gentleman. But Y/N wanted to see him snap.

Y/N huffed when the girl pressed her hand to Stefan’s jawline. She wanted nothing more than to see Stefan tear into her jugular now. “I’m leaving.” Y/N collected her things and headed for the front door. She had to be the bigger person, after all Stefan could handle himself. She knew he’d compel her or just completely walk away,

Stefan choked on air and pushed the stranger off of him who followed them outside. “Please stop. Y/N please….” He begged her. But she kept following them to the car into the dark alleyway. Y/N didn’t stop until she heard a gasp and teeth tearing into flesh.

Stefan huffed, taken aback by his sudden action. Blood smeared across his lips and dripped down his chin and into the collar of his shirt. The patterns that danced under his eyes faded and he was back to his sweet human self. He looked down at the lifeless body of the poor girl who followed them outside and Y/N could swear she almost felt bad.

He looked up at her and grinned crookedly at her and what he said next had a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Looks like I got two free meals tonight…” He started to collect the limp body in his arms to dispose of it.

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multifandomimagines · 4 years ago

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Obvious - A Kai Parker Imagine

Characters: Kai Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2285

Summary: Kai and the reader go to a party at the Salvatore house, but they can’t keep their hands off each other.

Warnings: Alcohol, suggestive comments, making out

Written by: Josie

A/N: First imagine! Really hope you guys like it, we’ll be posting more like this soon so be sure to check out our page to help us get going! x

Disclaimer: Gif isn’t ours - credit to who it belongs to.

Kai and Y/N didn’t have what was known as a typically conventional relationship. A witch with unlimited power and a somewhat insane siphon, both with a thirst for chaos and excitement? I mean, causing mayhem together isn’t usually on most people’s date night ideas list.

The Salvatore house was once again home to a massive Friday night party, courtesy of Caroline Forbes’ charm over Stefan, who reluctantly agreed to let her use their house as the venue. Only one of the couple was technically invited, as Y/N was best friends with the hostess. The others weren’t exactly thrilled at Kai appearing by her side with a wide grin when they arrived, but they wouldn’t object. For now at least. Not when he brought enough snacks and drinks for at least ten people.

A few drinks later, and the two witches were almost ready to let loose on the unsuspecting partygoers. What they were planning wasn’t quite as extreme as Kai would have wanted, but Y/N was able to convince him of something both fun, and that wouldn’t kill her friends or land them in a magical coma of sorts.

“Come on,” Y/N giggled as she dragged her boyfriend by the hand away from the snack table and toward the middle of the room. Kai eyed the food with longing as he was taken away from it like he was being torn from his soulmate. He kind of was, really. “Dance with me.”

Turning back to his girl, he raised an eyebrow at her flushed expression. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Only enough to give me confidence,” She turned to face him when she reached her destination in the middle of the crowd, having forced herself and Kai through various sweaty bodies. Kai got smacked in the face by a dancing drunk blonde on the way, but Y/N’s grip on his hand was too strong to give him the chance to get angry at her.

Kai smiled and pulled her close as she wrapped her arms round his neck, beaming up at him. “I thought you wanted to cause some trouble?” He smirked, leaning close as he spoke. Y/N was already a little tipsy, but having him this close made her feel completely intoxicated. He was stronger than any alcohol she could drink, and she never got hungover after a hit of him, she only wanted more.

“I do, but can’t we just act like normal people at a party for a bit? And besides, I like this song!” She swayed with him as the bass boomed through the speakers, making it all the more intense.

“You know I’m not all that much of a dancer.” Kai chuckled at her moves; she was so carefree once she let herself go and her smile was enough to pull at the corner of his lips.

“You liar,” She hit lightly at his chest and looked up at him with a challenging fire in her eyes. “You dance all the time at home.”

“Okay yeah, but that’s not in front of everyone else,” His eyes drifted behind her as she cocked her head in confusion. “And your friends are watching us.”

Y/N turned her head to the side, still latched onto her boyfriend, and caught Damon and Elena keeping a watchful (and definitely judging) eye on the couple. Rolling her eyes, she turned back to Kai. “Let them,” She spoke, reeling him in with her gaze. He was basically putty in her hand. “Just pretend we’re back at home, dancing in the living room, just like we do at the weekends.”

A smile crept its way back onto Kai’s lips as the memory flashed against his mind. Saturday nights were traditionally romantic - they’d cook dinner together, cuddle on the sofa and watch tv, then afterwards he’d always somehow end up twirling her around the room with the lights dimmed until they couldn’t dance anymore, and he’d carry her upstairs to bed.

“Unless,” Her voice by his ear pulled him out of his reverie, looking forward to tomorrow’s date night and thinking about how well he was going to treat her. “You fancied going somewhere else?”

The hair on the back of his neck pricked up at her words, eyes snapping to hers, pupils dilated. His signature smirk appeared, quickly melting her down. “You know me so well.”

Grabbing her wrist, their roles were reversed as he dragged her out of the crowd this time, eyes darting quickly as they searched for somewhere to hide.

“Here,” Y/N said, pointing to a small storage cupboard. “No one ever comes in here.”

“Well then,” Kai said, pushing her inside and closing the door behind them. “You’ll be the first.”

In a flash, she was slammed against the door as Kai’s lips moulded with hers in desperation. He had needed this all night. He might be an expert at hiding it, since emotions had never really bothered him before, but the critical gazes of her friends made him uncomfortable. They made him start questioning every move he made, just because he wanted Y/N’s friends to approve of him and be happy that she’s with him. Kai Parker would never let stupid emotions get to him. Not like love. At least, not until her.

She sighed into his mouth as he took her breath away, her hands gripping his hair tightly while his held her waist firmly in place. His fingers slowly trailed up her shirt, brushing the skin underneath, making her shiver. Breathing heavily, her hands found their way to his chest as he pulled away from the kiss and moved his lips to her neck.

“Eager, are we?” She giggled, her voice thin from the exhilaration. She felt Kai chuckle in response against her skin, sending a tingling sensation through her veins.

“Impatient, actually. I want you now.” Kai trailed his lips down to her collarbone, and back up to her jawline.

Y/N was finding it harder and harder to think straight as Kai pulled away, his fingers tracing the faint marks he’d left on her neck. I’ll definitely have to add to these later, he thought. “What about the plan? Still want to cause a little chaos?”

Kai’s hand that was on her neck moved behind and into her hair, her head automatically tilting up to make capturing his lips easier. “To hell with the plan.”

Leaning in for another heated kiss, their lips had barely met when the door of the storage cupboard swung open and the two of them fell to the ground with a good thump, Y/N groaning as Kai’s whole body weight crushed her.

“Seriously?” Caroline stood over the couple with her hands on her hips, looking mostly irritated yet somewhat amused. The twinkle behind her eye when she looked at Y/N gave that away - she was always the most supportive of her dating Kai.

The female witch glanced sheepishly up at her friend, lightly shoving Kai to the side. The siphon didn’t even want to make eye contact with the blonde vampire. He was yet to familiarise himself with how to deal with awkward.

“Y/N, I thought I said making out in dingy cupboards was off-limits! Raise your standards,” Caroline eyed her friend, the ghost of a smirk lingering on her lips. After looking briefly at Kai’s embarrassed expression, she leaned in closer to Y/N and whispered, “If you guys want to have some fun then just leave. The party’s starting to clear out now anyway, and it’ll be a lot more fun than in a dusty old closet.”

She winked at her and strutted back into the crowd, not before giving Kai a light pat on the shoulder on her way past. She was right, the crowd was slightly smaller than before.

“God,” Kai sighed. “That was awful. I don’t like awkward, it’s my least favourite emotion so far.”

Y/N laughed at her boyfriend; he still discovers himself experiencing new emotions all the time, and she finds it oh so endearing to see how he reacts to the foreign feeling. “Well if anyone was to catch us, I’m glad it was Caroline.”

The tall boy looked at the girl he thought was an angel, although she didn’t quite see herself that way. Sometimes that made him sad, another feeling he didn’t particularly enjoy. “Let’s just get out of here,” He said, taking her hand and intertwining their fingers, something she always loved. “Bring the party back home, just you and me. We can pick up where we left off and no one will even notice we’re gone.”

Y/N grinned, happy that they were always on the same page. She took a step forward, watching as Kai’s eyes lit up more and more the closer she got to him. Their sparkle seemed to be directly proportional to his distance from her. “You just read my mind.”

It wasn’t long until Kai was driving his silver car back to their shared apartment, one hand on her thigh as it always was. She was his comfort blanket no matter what, and physical touch was Kai’s love language, so even when driving he craved some contact with her to keep himself sane.

Mostly sane anyway.

Eventually, they returned to the warmth of their apartment and wasted no time in latching onto each other. See, that was the thing about Y/N and Kai. She might be his comfort blanket, but he was hers too. When they’re apart it feels like two separate parts of a magnet, aching to be able to touch, see, feel the other, so when that ache is satisfied, it’s like a force unlike any other, and pulling them apart proves difficult as neither of them wants to ever be away from the other.

Their love for each other was obvious, you’d have to be blind not to see it. The only reason Y/N’s friends tolerated Kai was because they couldn’t deny the clear adoration and care he had for her. They’d tell her Y/N, he can’t be trusted, he doesn’t feel, he can’t feel love, but when you witness a love like they have, how could you ignore it? They’d almost come to a silent truce: Kai stays out of trouble and never hurts Y/N, and they’d leave him be. It worked for them.

What they had said about him not feeling love was true though, before. Kai thought that love was a wasted feeling - relationships crash and burn everyday, he’d said once, so why would he let it waste his time if he can’t one hundred percent confirm that it would be for life? Y/N came into his life like a wildfire spreading through dry forest, this new and unusual feeling coursing through him at an alarming pace, and it made him want to scream. He couldn’t understand why he was unable to shake this one girl out of his head, it was distracting him and he couldn’t concentrate, it was a nuisance.

But as time went on and he started wanting to make sure she was safe and happy, it became less and less of a burden to him. In fact, he started to revel in it. Any excuse he could find to see her, he’d take it. Any chance to protect her, he’d be there in an instant. He actually started to care, which baffled him at first because Kai Parker doesn’t care. But as he looked at her then, wind blowing her hair around her face, he didn’t mind it. Maybe caring wasn’t so bad, if it was this one girl he cared about. He decided then that he would dedicate all his emotion to her, all his care, all his time, all his love.

Love. When Kai realised he was in love, he wasn’t sure if he was awake or dreaming. Love was pointless, he told himself so. But he couldn’t bring himself to lie to himself any longer. It may have been pointless to him back then, but not now. Now, his whole reason for living was to make this one girl happy, this one girl who had managed to change a man so set in his old toxic ways. He loved her.

Y/N wasn’t sure if she’d ever definitely know that she was in love. I mean, how can you really know? Everyone’s experiences with love are different, and all relationships vary, so there’s not one set formula for it. Love is complex, and that was scary to her, because she didn’t want to let someone in thinking they’re her soulmate, and they end up breaking her heart. She’d made that mistake before, and she didn’t want to let the wrong person get to her again. But with Kai, there wasn’t a single question or doubt in her mind. This, this was what love was supposed to feel like. All that fear of allowing the wrong person into her heart had vanished in an instant, because she knew there would be no one else ever again now that she had Kai. He had taken up residence in her mind and there was no space for anyone else. He was her person, she knew, it was obvious. She loved him.

Back in the apartment with the two of them getting lost in each other, those intense feelings resurfaced. In that moment, it was just the two of them: no problems, no death, no prison worlds. Only the crystal clear love they had for each other that everyone could see. It even got them a bit of a reputation in the local supernatural community as the couple that defeated all odds.

The sociopath who learned to fall in love, and the witch that taught him how.

#the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagines #the vampire diaries imagine #tvd #tvd imagines #tvd imagine #kai parker #kai parker imagines #kai parker imagine #kai parker x reader #chris wood

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fbfh · 4 years ago

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I think you've horribly misread the situation [shitty roommate pt 2] - leo x reader

wc: 2.3k

genre: contemporary drama, you're definitly going to get second hand embarrassment, cozy fluff

pairing: leo x reader, attempted isabella x leo

reader: gender neutral, they/them

requested: hell yeah

warnings: mild swearing, roommate tries to steal your man once again, mentions of various mainstream vampire media (twilight, the vampire diaries etc.), brief mention of castlevania (even though i haven't seen it yet lol), breif mention of videogames and assassins creed, very mild delusion (roommate is secretly convinced leo is a vampire that's in love with her), attempted age gap relationship (she's 17 and leo's 19, he shuts that down real fast), very bad poetry

summary: You and Leo are both looking foward to spending a long weekend together, and Leo is determined not to let anything interrupt it, even if it means turning down your roommate's attempts to seduce him in the kitchen.

a/n: absolutley no hate or shade or judgement to anyone who has the same or similar traits as isabella!!!!!! at her core she's annoying because she's the antagonist, not bc of any isolated trait or traits

also she's shitty cause she keeps trying to steal your boyfriend?????

Edit: I forgot to mention before, but this is a college au where you're both still demigods, so you went to camp and on quests and stuff together

This weekend is going to be all about recharging. Recharging from the ridiculous back to back closing and opening shifts at work, recharging from having to redo that stupid project twice because your professor couldn’t decide on a clear way to define the criteria, and recharging from Isabella having her townie friend Regan over almost non stop to “completely shake up her look” as she put it.

Between the constant presence of someone you’d barely consider an acquaintance and Big Time Rush’s self titled album blasting on repeat out of her giant airpod shaped speaker, it’s been harder than usual to get in some effective self care. You have no idea how many more times you can hear the phrase “I’m going for Jade West meets Elena Gilbert, with just a little Buffy Summers” before you lose your fucking mind.

Thankfully, the hard part is almost over. There’s some minor holiday tomorrow on friday, so you and Leo both have a three day weekend ahead of you, which you intend to spend entirely together. You planned ahead, frontloading homework, chores, errands, and everything you could think of to remove anything that isn’t cuddling or playing video games and watching netflix together from your horizon.

This includes going straight from work to the grocery store to stock the fridge and get any snacks you and Leo want. You had texted him a while ago asking for anything he was craving, and head into the store with a concrete list. After a while, you circle around some aisles, avoiding the check out.

“I feel like I’m forgetting something,” you muse, knowing it’s untrue, but hoping to trigger a memory anyway. You can’t put it off any longer, finally checking out and heading back to your apartment. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t avoiding Isabella just a little.

You know bringing in all these groceries would be way easier with Isabella and possibly Regan’s help, but you just don’t have the social energy to talk to anyone, much less her, right now. By some miracle, you bring everything in yourself, and hope to get it put away before you see Isabella.

You turn to the freezer, putting away the ice cream. When you turn back around, you’re suddenly met face to face with Isabella, who has opened one of the boxes and is picking at a pastry.

“Hey girlie,” she says, elongating the hey.

“Hey,” you reply lethargically, putting the last of the groceries away. She looks at the pastry in her hand like she’s just noticing it.

“Sorry, I can’t help it, I’m italian.” She smiles, endeared by her own behavior. You have no idea what being italian has to do with asking before you open a box of your roommate’s food, but this really isn’t out of character for her. She brings up the fact that she’s half italian more than Lele Pons blames her behavior on being latina.

She’s wearing sweatpants that say chaser on the leg in red and gold varsity font, and a tight tee shirt that says “it’s okay to love them both” with silhouettes of the male love interests from one of the vampire shows she always watches. You collect the plastic bags to put in recycling, and see a piece of paper on the counter.

It reads as follows:

Drowning in my mind

No one hears me cry

Who was I before society

Before society put me in a pink dress

And handed me blonde hair dye

And told me to lose ten pounds or be labeled a freak?

The happiest people cry the most

Let the lyrics be your story

But I’m not like the other skinny blonde pretty girls

I’m

Different

-b.g. xox

You hold back a sigh.

“I think this is yours.” you say, handing it to her.

“Oh, it’s just some of my poetry I left lying around, that’s so embarrassing.”

I know, you think, you do that all the time.

“Did you read it?” She asks, hopefully.

“Nope.”

“Thank god, that would have been so embarrassing. My poetry is something really… deep, and personal to me.”

“Uh huh. Hey, I’m going to be doing a lot of self care this weekend, so-”

“Oh!” she interjects, eerily similar to Phoebe Buffay - you guess she’s been watching friends again - “I wanted to ask… is Leo coming over later?” Her voice is riddled with subtext, the expression on her face a little too invested in your answer.

“Uh, yeah. I told you the other day we’re spending the weekend together…”

She cuts you off again, a sudden, intense look on her face.

“When will he be here?”

You check your phone, scrolling through your recent texts.

“By 7 at the latest.” It’s around 6:40 now.

“Oh my god, I have to change,” she rushes back to her room, presumably digging through her recent additions to her closet.

You’re frozen for a minute after the interaction, left with a furrowed brow and the beginnings of a headache. You blink, then choose to reschedule processing why she feels the need to change for your boyfriend to a more convenient time. That’s enough of that for today. You don’t care what else happens, you’re not talking to anyone besides Leo for at least the rest of the day. You retreat to your room to finally shower and change into something comfy. As you pass by Isabella’s room, you hear her talking to Regan.

“...There’s something almost… supernatural about him.”

You bite back a laugh.

“Do you think he’s a…” Regan begins, ending the sentence with something too quiet to hear, but you’d bet almost any organ she said vampire.

So close. So, so close, and yet… here you are.

Not much later, Leo texts you to let you know he’s here. You read his text, and run out to hug him in the living room before even typing a reply. He picks you up, and spins you around. The embrace is warm and fulfilling and familiar, and you wish it would last forever.

“Hi, Sparky.” you murmur into his neck.

“Estrella…” he says, rocking you back and forth gently and pressing a kiss into your jawline, “I missed you so much.” He punctuates the sentence with another kiss, this one to your lips, and you smile more genuinely than you have all day. You’re about to agree when you remember the good news you’ve been saving to tell him in person.

“Guess what I got on sale for like, half off,” you start, excitedly, continuing at his invested expression, “the Assassin’s Creed bundle I showed you!”

“No way,” he starts, and you nod.

“I’ll go get everything set up, drinks are in the kitchen!” He watches you retreat into your room, disbelieving how he could possibly get someone as perfect as you to fall for him. He’s not going to question his luck. He grabs a couple caffeinated sparkling ices, and meets you in your room, setting down his bag and grabbing some comfy clothes to change into.

As you both get settled in, you fill each other in on all the ridiculous shit you’ve been through this week. You finally conclude the bizarre - yet somehow standard - Isabella escapades.

“So I will be avoiding all contact as much as possible,” you laugh.

“Yeah, no shit,” he agrees, “Consider me your human buffer.” You thank him, hugging him again and pressing a kiss to his lips.

The next couple hours are spent cuddling and finishing season 4 of Castlevania. Both reeling from the season finale, you agree this is a good place to take a break, get some food, and decide what game you should start with. It’s already 10pm, which most people would consider too late for dinner, but you have all weekend to fuck up your sleep schedules.

“Let’s review,” Isabella says, holding up two red lipsticks. She turns to Regan. “Which one?”

“That one,” Regan says, pointing to the one on the left, then turns to her list, and continues. “Here’s what we know; we’ve never seen him eat, and he never seems tired. He’s really smart-”

“Almost too smart,” Isabella adds, selecting black rose dangle earrings from her jewelry. Regan agrees, and continues.

“He’s almost hypnotically attractive, and his smile is a little too dazzling.”

“There’s something… supernatural about him. Like he’s not… all human.”

Regan writes this down.

“Plus he’s always wearing black and red, and those flowy button up shirts? It’s all adding up, Ree. That dream that someone was outside my window, the ring, everything…” She says, referencing the black and red cocktail ring she’d found with her stuff when she’d first moved, “I’m not saying it’s definite, just that… there’s a chance.”

“What about…” Regan says hesitantly, nodding toward your room.

“Please,” she scoffs, “he’s only with them to get close to me, like Damon and Caroline. Edward couldn’t have just approached Bella out of the blue, he had to infiltrate her friend group first, to seem less suspicious. Not to sound mean or anything, but they really don’t seem like the type someone… like him… would choose.” her voice gets dreamy when she mentions him.

In spite of having seen most mainstream vampire media almost as many times as Isabella, Regan still considers her the expert on these things, and decides not to point out that Edward didn’t infiltrate Bella’s friend group. Maybe it comes up in one of the retellings she hasn’t read yet.

“So, what now?”

Isabella sets down her lipstick, and turns to her friend.

“I tell him.”

Regan’s eyes widen.

“You’re going to tell him you know?”

“No… not yet. It’s too soon, we don’t have enough evidence. I’m going to tell him I know he’s in love with me, then once he’s secure in our relationship... we’ll see where it goes.”

She stands up, assessing herself in the mirror. She chose her outfit carefully; short red dress with black roses and black mesh collar, black rose bracelet to match her earrings, snug faux leather jacket, and black stiletto ankle booties with a very skinny heel, the zipper on the outside gold, not silver. She fluffs her wavy hair and turns towards the door. She looks back one more time, holding onto the doorway.

“Wish me luck.”

Leo enters the kitchen, seeing Isabella already there, leaning against the counter seductively. She’s wearing an outfit and jewelry this late at night that makes Leo wonder if she’s going to an emo tea party. He puts the takeout in the microwave. She’s still staring at him.

“Uh… hey.”

She lets out a dainty giggle, looking him up and down.

“... Hi.”

At a loss for words, and really wanting the awkward silence to be over, he continues, “Did you need something?”

“What I need,” she walks closer to him, tracing her finger over his collar, “is you.”

What the fuck?

His brain seems to stall for a moment, and she uses this opportunity to continue.

“I know why you’re here. I know that you’re only using them to get closer to me. I know-”

“Woah-”

“That you’re in love with me.”

Okay, double what the fuck.

She takes his stunned silence as shyness, and steps closer, putting her arms around his shoulders.

“You don’t need to play so coy, I-”

This time she’s the one that gets cut off. He grabs her arms and gently steps away, trying to make it abundantly clear that he’s not into this.

“Woah, okay, slow down. First of all, you’re 17 and I’m turning 20 in a couple months, so that’s a hard no. Second, I don’t know where you got this idea, but I am not dating them to get closer to you. We’ve known each other since we were like, 15, and have been through everything together. I’ve only known you for a couple months. I love them. Probably more than I’ve loved anything ever. I thought that was pretty obvious.”

He doesn’t want to be mean, he really doesn’t, but he can tell from the look on her face that she still thinks this is all part of some game.

“So why don’t I ever see you eat? Why are you so smart, and always up at night? I know what you are.”

He has to physically hold back a laugh. He takes a step back, and places his hands on the counter.

“Isabella, I have adhd. And I’m literally an engineering student. Why wouldn’t I be smart and have a shitty sleep schedule?”

She starts to protest, and he pulls out the reheated take out from the microwave.

“And for the record, I do eat.”

Exiting the kitchen quickly and retreating back to your room, he hands you your food.

“I got the game set up!” you say excitedly.

“Nice!”

You take one look at his face and can tell something happened. He sees this, and continues.

“I just had a very… interesting interaction with Isabella,” before he finishes the sentence, your head is already in your hands. You let out a groan.

“What did she do?” you mutter from behind your hands.

He pulls you into his lap, rubbing your back.

“I’m not totally sure,” you laugh, “but I think she thinks I’m secretly in love with her…” you’re both laughing before he can even finish the sentence.

“No…” you laugh, “no fucking way…”

“Believe me, I put an end to that as soon as it started.”

“Oh, I do.”

He runs his hand over your back, and you’re quiet for a moment.

“You know,” he continues, “I think getting our own place has definitely moved up the priority list.”

You couldn’t agree more.

#leo valdez x reader #leo x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez imagine #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader

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mcwriting · 4 years ago

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The Marriage Project (9)

I’m back with anotha one! Sorry it’s taken so ridiculously long! I’ve been soooo busy that sitting down and writing or even formatting has been such a challenge. Please enjoy this chapter!

*also i watched Cherry and Tom was so good in it I’m- that film messed me up a lil bit but like it was so good. Also I’ve loved Ciara since btr and now I’m just insanely jealous and love her even more ugh

Story Masterlist

Word Count: 2333

Warnings: Some language? I can’t think of anything else

% approximately the 3rd week of October %

Friday evening, the volleyball team arrived at the town regionals were being held at, about an hour away. You were staying in a hotel again, and as before, Julia was your buddy.

After having spent the evening laughing and having fun, your whole hotel room group was about to head up the stairs.

“Hey, y/n. Do you mind staying back for a minute?” Julia asked.

“Oh, sure. We’ll meet you guys upstairs,” you called to the other two, who waved back nonchalantly and continued walking. Julia and you went back to some empty seats near the lobby.

“What’s up?” you asked, smiling.

“Well… Sam told me he caught you and Tom yesterday and I just wanted to ask you about it…”

Your smile faltered.

“What’s there to talk about? I told him that Tom sprayed me with water so I got back at him by soaking the back of his shirt. There’s nothing more to say.”

“Well, yeah, he told me that but he also mentioned that you stayed for dinner? And met Nikki’s parents last weekend? Not trying to imply anything, but I didn’t meet their grandparents until Sam and I had been dating for like 6 months.”

You were getting annoyed, considering this was the second person in two days to ask you about Tom.

“I didn’t just meet them over nothing! Nikki took my senior pictures at the same time as Tom’s and wanted to do them there. I was just tagging along for the ride.”

“You know he’s also coming to state next weekend, right? If we pass through tomorrow?”

He is?

“Uh, no I didn’t. Doesn’t he have football stuff to worry about? It’s also Halloween next weekend, like he’d miss out on the big party.”

“They have a bye next week. Sam is going to come and I guess Tom is taking him, but Nikki might come too? I’m not sure. I guess you’d better ask him. Anyways, I just wanted to clear things up since there were all those rumors today,” she said, starting to get up.

“Wait, wai- Rumors? I never heard anything. Like about me?”

“You haven’t heard? I guess one of the freshman girls who has a massive crush on Tom was stalking Nikki’s website last night and saw some pictures of the two of you. A bunch of people think you’re dating now.”

You felt yourself pale.

“Oh no, and she changed one picture after Tom asked her to. Do you know what the picture was?”

“Something about him carrying you..? I never saw it, why?”

“Great. Now everyone is going to think she changed it because a secret got out or something. Ughhhh I just wish this stupid marriage project had never happened and I would never be in this mess.”

Julia looked at you contemplatively for a moment.

“Think of it this way, you and Tom are friends now, right?” you apprehensively nodded. “If it weren’t for that project, you two would still be fighting all the time and you wouldn’t have had the incredible Nikki Holland taking your pictures. Everyone can just get over themselves, you know?”

You snorted, then grinned.

“Yeah I guess so. You know, you’re annoyingly wise beyond your years,” you stated. “Now let’s get back upstairs. We have a long day ahead of us.”

Placing first at regionals meant two things: you were going to state, and everyone was congratulating you again when Monday came.

They also kinda looked at you funny when Tom high fived you in the hallway as he passed by, but you had decided to follow Julia’s advice and stop caring about the rumors people were spreading.

Once the morning announcements ended, your calculus teacher stood up, a small paper stack in hand.

“Okay, everyone, since I’m your first period teacher and homecoming is next week, today you get to cast your nomination votes. Y’all know the drill: three guys, three girls for king and queen. Try to make it fast, we have a lot to do today.”

She walked around handing out half-sheets of paper with six lines on them. You and Tom immediately looked at each other.

“We nominating each other?” Tom asked before you could.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” you joked, filling out the sheet with both of your names and four others.

In home ec, you sat next to Tom cutting fabric for yet another project you had to do together, thinking about something Julia had mentioned.

“Hey, I gotta ask you something. Is it true you’re going to the capital this weekend for our state tournament?” you asked.

“Oh, yeah. This is our bye week and I promised Sam I’d go with him and mom. Plus, we can work on the project when you’re free.”

“You do realize that’s like a four hour drive, right? I mean it’s Halloween this weekend. Wouldn’t you rather make an appearance at Johnny’s big blowout?”

“Eh, it won’t be that great. I mean his place isn’t even that big and it’s in town. There’s literally no way it won’t get busted within the first half hour. The homecoming party at Tyler’s however… that’s gonna be insane.”

“Okay Johnny’s trash party aside, you really would rather spend your one free weekend of the season four hours away watching girls play volleyball then at home doing… whatever it is you do. And please don’t tell me you watch the ‘hub in your spare time.”

“Come on, y/n I’m not an animal. Even without the tight uniforms volleyball is really cool.”

You backhanded his arm at the comment.

“Plus, I don’t need any videos to get myself off,” he added, smirking.

“You disgust me.”

“You know you love me.”

“Hmm. Debatable,” you shot back dryly, earning a chuckle and shoulder bump from him as you finally cracked.

At lunch, your friends were discussing the Halloween party when you sat down.

“Okay we really need to figure out what to wear this weekend, and we’re not going as playboy bunnies like Daisy and all her group,” said one girl.

“Well I say we dress as frat boys. It’s funny, not super sexual, and we all know half the guys are going to rush next year,” suggested Caroline.

“I like it, but what if we went a step further and dressed as dads. You know, hawaiian shirts, khaki shorts, socks and sandals. That would be hilarious. What do you think, y/n?” said Alexis.

“Sorry ladies, I won’t be there. We have state this weekend at the capital so as always, we’re driving down Friday after school. I will be at Tyler’s homecoming thing next weekend. Also, I do really like the dad thing, but I vote y’all do Guy Fieri.”

“Wait why is that literally genius,” Alexis said as the others agreed. “Of course it would suck to take your idea without you even getting to do it.”

“You guys really think I care? Just credit me in your insta captions. I’ll make the team put ribbons with flames on them in their ponytails Saturday.”

“Okay now we have to do it,” a different friend said.

“Hey, at least you won’t have to worry about Tom. I’m sure he’ll be at the party,” Caroline said. You wrinkled your nose.

“Yeah about that… His brother’s girlfriend is on the team so he’s going, too. I’m the one that’ll be seeing him instead of you guys but whatever. We’ll need to work on our project anyways.”

“Don’t you think that’ll fuel the fires people are already spreading about you? A good portion of the school thinks you’re secretly together now,” added the first friend from before.

“People are going to believe whatever the hell they want. I honestly don’t care anymore. Oh! By the way, did I tell you guys that some freshman was the one spreading shit about me Friday? The nerve those kids have,” you said.

“Wait, what? It was a freshman that was trying to tell everyone y’all are together? Ugh why would anyone believe them?” Alexis asked, incredulous.

“I know, right? Apparently she’s like obsessed with Tom or something. She must have a backwards way of thinking if she believes spreading fake rumors will make him want her. Jokes on her when she has to see us together on homecoming court. He’s just as likely to be voted as I am, maybe even more.”

The group all laughed and continued talking about random things, and you mentally wiped the sweat from your brow now that the conversation was shifted from you and Tom.

You were nervously bouncing your leg before calculus Friday morning. You’d gotten to school early to make certain you would be there for the announcements, which is when they would be releasing the list of nominees.

Tom came in a couple minutes before the bell, hair still wet from his post workout shower. Usually he blow dried it, and he obviously noticed you looking at his curls, your knee bouncing anxiously.

“Got out of the weight room late so I rushed over here. What are you wired up about, princess?”

“Do I really have to tell you? Homecoming noms.”

“You’re actually nervous about that? Everyone knows you’re already at the top of the list.”

“Uh, no, that’s you. After everything that’s happened the past few weeks, there’s no telling how people feel about me.”

“Oh you’ll be fine. I know it,” Tom finished. You wanted to disagree with him further, but then the bell rang and announcements began. After the general daily stuff, they got to the part everyone was waiting for.

You were on the edge of your seat. The disembodied voice began with the underclassmen’s court nominations, eventually working up to the senior king contestants.

“Alright, first up in the running for kings we have… Tuwaine Barrett!”

Tuwaine was a cool dude. He played basketball and was in theatre. You were happy to see him nominated.

“Next up we’ve got Harrison Osterfield!”

Ugh. I’d rather abdicate the throne than end up against him.

“And finally for the boys, Tom Holland!”

A small cheer went up in your classroom as people congratulated Tom and patted him on the back. You gave him a high five.

“And now for the ladies. First on the list is Zendaya Coleman!”

Ah Zendaya. You were never that close, but she was always nice when you’d had classes with her. She was way taller than you, a star player on the basketball and softball teams. Not to mention she was insanely gorgeous. This was already some stiff competition.

“Second, we have Daisy Ridley!”

And of course another likely contender. Daisy, who was planning on going to that evening’s Halloween party as a playboy bunny, was a cheerleader. She didn’t fit every aspect of the cheer stereotype, like the fact that she was actually really smart, but she definitely wasn’t the nicest person either.

“And finally, your last nominee for homecoming queen is… y/n y/l/n!”

It took a second to fully process that it was you they were talking about until there were people cheering you on like they’d done for Tom. He reciprocated the high five.

“What’d I tell you princess? Or shall I say queen.”

Tom was leaving football practice after the bell when a few of his buddies appeared next to him to walk across the parking lot.

They were talking when Tom saw you all loading the bus, and you sent each other a wave.

“Damn, y/n’s not gonna be at the party tonight? That’s rough, she always has the dopest costumes. ‘Least you will. What are you going as?” one guy, Jake, said.

“Did I not tell you? I’m going out of town. Won’t be there. I totally would’ve been Spider-Man though,” Tom explained.

“Wait you won’t be there tonight either?” another, Chris, asked. “You’re gonna miss out on some major exposure for homecoming votes.”

“Oh yeah, right. I’m pretty sure things are in the bag for me. I’ll just be gone tonight and tomorrow. Promised Sam I’d go to the volleyball thing with him.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You. Are going to the capital. Which is four hours away. At the same time as y/n. Am I hearing this right?” Jake asked as they finally reached their cars.

“Oh shut up, man. It’s not like that. Yeah we’ll be at the same place this weekend but whatever. We’re cool with each other now.”

“Cool? Is that code for ‘I want to make out every time I look at her?’” interjected Chris. He and Jake gave each other a look and laughed.

“Ugh, no. I’d kiss a salmon before I kissed y/n. I just meant we’ve come to an understanding and are somewhat friends now.”

They both looked at him funny.

“So you mean to tell me that there’s nothing going on between you two? Yeah right. We’ve all seen the way you look at her at games,” Jake said suggestively.

“What is up with you and everyone else at this school thinking there’s more to the story?! We are fake married for a school project and are nothing more than friends. You’re crazy to think otherwise.”

“Who are you planning on asking to the dance?” Chris asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

“What? What do you mean? I haven’t even thought about it.”

“I’m asking who you’ll take to homecoming. It’s y/n, isn’t it?”

“No. No, it’s not, because I haven’t asked anyone.”

“Would you go with her?” Chris continued, pressing in.

“I mean I guess so. If we’re voted king and queen then it’ll basically be an obligation.”

“And if you’re not?”

“Dude why are you asking all these questions! If she isn’t queen then I’ll go with whoever is. If I’m not king, I’ll just go solo and see what happens. Whatever, though, I need to get home. I’ll see you guys Monday,” Tom finished.

He walked off to his car, where his brothers were impatiently waiting.

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anglophiletraveler · 3 years ago

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Ok so I know I need work on the photo collage - it needs to be a lot smaller, but it took me a week to get this far with it! lol

Chapter 8

Scenes From An Italian Restaurant

By Billy Joel

It was Monday morning which meant that the flat that Demelza shared with her three mates was quiet as a morgue. Mondays were the off days for the three musicians of the house after a weekend of concerts held at the Barbican, so they were slumbering like babes in their respective beds. Caroline had come back from her weekend in Cornwall visiting her sick uncle just long enough to quietly drop off her luggage, change outfits and head out to the design studio she worked in.

Stretching and yawning like a cat, Demelza began to stir around noon, stomach growling. Tea and biscuits were calling her name. She rolled over and grabbed some sweats and a hoodie to put on and saw that her phone had a text message on it. It was from Ross!

0950 - Good Monday morning Miss Demelza! I trust that you’ve had a good weekend. I spent most of my time catching up on laundry and watching sports. I’ve checked my schedule for Thursday, and I have three hours available in the middle of the day if you’re able to join me for lunch! Let me know how that works for you. - Ross

Hmmmm, well Ross, let's check my schedule! But first I need some tea!! She ran downstairs to put the kettle on while she searched for the bag that carried her calendar in it. She always kept a hardcover calendar to keep her life organised instead of using her phone. She knew it was old school, but she preferred to keep her life organised in black and white and not risk losing it on her phone. She was getting herself organised when she found the last three biscuits in the house, so she grabbed them up with her cuppa and her calendar and headed to the sofa.

Henry shuffled in the kitchen wearing his sweats as well, hair sticking up on his head like a mad scientist.

“Morning.”

“Morning Henry. Oh, I just took the last three biscuits. I guess we need to make a list to go to the shop later on.”

“Oh. Right, sounds good.” He opened the fridge door and noticed that they still had eggs and bread. “I’m going to make some eggies. Would you like one?”

“That sounds lovely Henry, thank you.”

She got comfy on the sofa with her tea and biscuits as she perused her calendar. The house was starting to come alive as she heard James in the shower upstairs, squeaky pipes and all. Henry was starting to hum his French Horn part from a piece that they played last night. Demelza was smiling at this because she knew how OCD he was about his music.

“Now let’s see, Thursday…. Nothing until that evening. Wednesday is a lunch performance so I’ll be done by 2. So I won’t be tired Thursday morning, so that should work.”

“Are you talking to yourself, Demelza?” Henry handed Demelza her eggie with a fork.

“Aw thanks Henry, you’re going to make someone a wonderful husband. Well, Ross asked me out for lunch on Thursday so I was just checking my schedule.”

Henry smiled at this on the way back to the kitchen to make his breakfast.

She took a bite of her eggie as she stared at her phone trying to think about her response. Henry came back in with his own plate of eggies and got comfortable in the chair. “Henry this is so good. Hits the spot. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. So is your schedule clear Thursday?”

“Yes it is! I’m just trying to think of my response. You know, not too anxious, not too coy sorta thing.”

12:22 - Good morning Ross! Or should I say good afternoon! Lol! Sorry for the late response. Mondays tend to be my day for a lie in. I’ve checked my schedule and I’m definitely free on Thursday for lunch! I don’t have anything until the evening.

Demelza tossed her phone down like it was on fire, and she just stared at it while she finished her eggie. Henry watched her stare at the phone. Finally it buzzed and they both jumped! “Oh bloody hell, it’s Caroline!”

“Hello Caroline. Look, I can't talk long, I'm expecting a text.”

“Well, I see how I rate with a text. I just wanted to say cheers to my bestie that I haven’t seen in days.”

“Oh sorry, I’m just waiting for a text back from Ross and I don’t want to miss it.”

“Isn’t that the point of a text? That you don’t miss it because it will stay there until you delete it?”

“Whatever Caroline. I just don’t want to say the wrong thing. How’s your uncle?”

“Mmm he’s better. He really scared me though. They thought at first he had a heart attack, but it turned out to just be an ulcer. I didn’t know you could even get an ulcer at that age. Anyway, he’s doing better and is home. He’s supposed to be on this baby food diet, but I doubt if that will last long since I’m back here.”

“Oh, well that doesn’t sound like fun to me either.” Demelza’s phone dinged. “Oh Caroline my phone just dinged, I gotta go! I’ll talk to you tonight.” And with that she hung up on Caroline before she could even respond!

12:41 - Good afternoon lol! I hope my text didn’t wake you up earlier than you wanted to get up. Is there a certain place that you like to go for lunch?

12:43 - I was already waking up. I’m up for anything as far as lunch goes. I’m allergic to shrimp so I just don’t order it.

12:44 - Well that’s good to know. I hope it isn’t a severe allergy. How about I pick you up around 11:15 and think about where you might like to go or what kind of food in the meantime.

12:46 - Would it be easier if I met you at your office or at the restaurant, so that you don’t have to drive all the way out here?

12:49 - Now that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me would it? Lol. No it’s fine, I’ll come pick you up. I’m not that familiar with that area, so it will be nice going to a new restaurant.

12:52 - Okay that sounds fun. I’ll think of a couple of different places and get back with you.

12:55 - Sounds perfect! Oh by the way, Seamus told me to say hi to you from him! Turns out he’s quite taken with you!

- Oh! Well tell him hi back for me please. I’m quite taken with him as well.

Oh dear. Should I send that? Is that too much too soon??? She reread his last text… hmmm he said it first… what the hell here it goes. And with that she hit send.

Ross and Jenny were walking to Ross’s next meeting when he received Demelza’s text and he stopped walking. “Bloody hell!!! She’s quite taken with Seamus too!” he yelled.

“Ross what are you talking about?”

“Seamus!!! Demelza’s quite taken with him too!!”

“Your dog? I don’t get it?”

“Hang on. I have to answer her back…”

“But Ross, we’re gonna be late.”

1:05 - I will definitely pass along the message! Um, I’m on my way to a meeting. Can I call you later?”

“Ross we need to go!”

“I’m going, I’m going! Grab the lift!” Jenny and Ross squeezed in the lift before the doors closed on them.

“What is going on with you Ross? And what’s this about your dog?”

“I’ll explain later.” Ross’s phone buzzed again and he got that dopey smile on his face.”

1:08 - Sure, that’s fine. Our cupboards are bare, so I might be going to the shop later, but other than that, I’m not doing anything.”

The door to the lift opened to the floor they needed. Jenny shook her head at Ross. “You have got it bad Ross!!”

“That I do Jenny. That I do.”

*****

The next few days went by fairly quickly. Ross and Demelza spoke with each at least once a day either by text or phone call, or both. They had settled on Italian for lunch. Ross had googled Italian restaurants in the area. Manuel’s sounded good to him. Neither one of them had been there so it would be a new experience for them both.

Demelza had googled the place and it looked like a fairly fancy place to eat, so now she was worried about what to wear! She and Caroline had been discussing her outfit every day. So many decisions to make. It was a lunch date so that made things slightly trickier as far as what to wear. AND it’s Italian and the last thing she wanted to do was wear something that was fairly light in colour in case she dribbled spaghetti sauce on her, which she had a habit of doing. Surely men never worried about such things. Should she wear a dress? Dress trousers? A skirt with boots? It turned out that Caroline had eaten there with her uncle and was familiar with the place and advised that a skirt with boots would be appropriate.

Caroline was holding up a skirt, “I love this black skirt of yours, and you look fab in it.”

“Oh but Caroline I wear black almost every day of my life for concerts. I wanted to wear something different.”

“Has he seen you in a concert?”

“No, well technically yes at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City.” Demelza was holding a skirt up to herself in a mirror. “I don’t know Caroline. Do you think a skirt might look like I’m trying too hard?”

“Maybe. I guess it depends on what type of skirt you choose.” Caroline was putting the skirts back in the closet and was pulling more clothes out to think on. “I think you should wear purple. I love that colour on you.”

“Hmmm I do have that purple silk blouse. Maybe with my grey trousers? And then my ankle boots.”

“Yes! And I have that beautiful purple paisley wrap that you could wear on top. What about jewellery?”

“Oh, probably just something basic.”

“Well I’m glad that’s all sorted. More wine please!” and the two friends giggled at their accomplishment for the evening.

*****

Thursday Morning

Ross had spent his Wednesday evening thinking of what to wear the next day as well. He was more worried about being a clutz and spilling coffee on himself before he picked up Demelza. He decided on his navy blue suit, white, crisp shirt, and decided on a purple tie to add a splash of colour. He also decided on packing an extra suit, shirt and tie just in case he spilled a pot coffee on himself!!

Ross walked into his office carrying his garment bag along with his briefcase. Jenny lifted an eyebrow at him as he walked past her desk.

“Mornin Ross.”

“Morning Jenny.”

“All ready for your big date?”

“It’s not a big date Jenny, just a lunch date.”

“What's the garment bag for?”

“In case I spill something on myself before I see Demelza.”

“Ah I see, for the not a big date lunch date!” Jenny couldn’t help but smirk at him. “Would you like a cup o coffee?”

“Yes, But put it in one of those cups with a lid please.”

“Righto!”

When Jenny came back with his coffee, Ross decided to ask her something that he’d had on his mind about his “not a big date lunch date.”

“Um Jenny, close the door for a moment please.”

Jenny noticed the serious look on his face and closed the door. “Is there something wrong?”

“Well, it’s a little personal. It’s been a while since I’ve been on, on a …”

“Date?” Jenny jumped interjected with a smirk. Ross rolled his eyes at her.

“Alright, yes a date. Should I get Demelza some flowers? Or would that be overkill? Or maybe cheesy? I wasn’t sure if women still liked getting flowers.” It was obvious that Ross was struggling with this.

“Ross, I think it’s a lovely gesture. Who cares if it’s cheesy! I would love it if a man gave me flowers! And if she thinks it’s cheesy then screw her! Uh, I mean that figuratively, not literally! I wouldn’t get a huge bouquet, just something sweet and smaller, like wildflowers if the florist has them.”

Ross took a big breath. “Yeah, yeah, I think you’re right… about something smaller. Maybe I’ll run down to the little florist shop in the lobby before I go.”

“You’ll be fine Ross. You’re a sweet guy and have a lot to offer. Stop overthinking everything.” She smiled at his hesitancy.

“Thanks Jenny. I appreciate it.” Ross gave her a smile back.

*****

Ross had managed to get some work done in between checking his watch and his phone 2,376 times. And there had been no spillage accidents on his clothes, so life was good. In his mind, he had planned on leaving his office at 10:55 to allow him time to take the lift down to the garage, turn on his car and pull out of the garage, so that he would be leaving the garage at 11:00, arriving at Demelza’s at 11:15. He took a deep breath as soon as he got in his BMW, flowers in hand. “Just calm down Ross. There’s no need to be nervous. She’s a lovely girl that you’ve met a couple of times now, and it’s just a lunch date. Just be yourself.” He counted to 10 and took another breath, and pulled out of his parking spot.

Before he knew it, he was pulling up in the drive for Demelza’s flat. Well that went faster than I expected. He looked at his watch and saw that he had arrived at precisely 11:16. He removed his sunglasses and picked up the flowers and headed to the front door. He was remembering how the last time he was on this sidewalk, he tripped on his feet and fell!

He knocked on the door and heard something that sounded like running inside. The door flew open and he was greeted by none other than…

“James?” Ross couldn’t help the high pitch in his voice at the surprise. “I guess I wasn’t expecting you?”

James grabbed the flowers out of Ross’s hands. “Awww flowers. Thanks mate!! C’mon in, but sorry mate, Demelza’s not here.”

Ross took a few steps inside with a concerned look on his face as he looked around the front room and didn’t see Demelza. “Um, I’m supposed to be picking up Demelza for lunch today.”

“JAAAAAMES!!!! Step away from the door before I castrate you!” Demelza came running down the stairs.

Ross let out the breath that he didn’t know he was holding in. “Oh thank God!” He quickly grabbed the flowers from James’s hands.

“James you wanker, I told you to let me answer the door! Ross I am so sorry. I tried to get down here first so he wouldn’t pull something. I really am so sorry.”

“Well that will teach you to take so long getting dressed Demelza.” James turned and looked at Ross. “Have a good time you two. Don’t keep her out too late Ross.” And with that James turned and headed upstairs.

The atmosphere settled down between Ross and Demelza, and he finally had a chance to take her all in. He handed her the mixed bouquet of pale pink and white dahlias and roses. “You look lovely, Demelza. And might I say, way better than James!” They both laughed at that break in tension.

“Thank you Ross. They’re beautiful. I love the colours.”

“I was hoping for some wild flowers, but believe it or not, wildflowers are not blooming in London in the middle of November!”

“Oh these are perfect Ross. Let me put them in some water and then we can go.” She was smelling the flowers as she walked away.

Demelza came strolling back from the kitchen with her brilliant smile. She looked stunning in her deep purple blouse and grey trousers.

“Demelza, you look beautiful in that colour.”

She looked at him and chuckled, “So do you Ross!”

He looked at her like he wasn’t sure what she was talking about.

“Your tie, Ross. It’s purple also!!”

He looked down. “Bloody hell. Yes, I am! Is this alright? I might have another tie, or I can take it off if it bothers you.”

She slowly walked up to him and grabbed his tie and moved it like she was straightening it. She raised an eyebrow and gave Ross a look that made him raise his own eyebrow. “You. Don’t have to change. A thing.”

Ross took a breath and cocked his head a little and gave her a smile. “Well okay then. Shall we go?”

“Yes. Let’s.” She grabbed her coat and Ross helped her slip it on.

The ride to the restaurant was filled with small talk about Seamus, the weather, and possible plans to make James pay for the joke that he played on Ross.

*****

Ross had made reservations just to be on the safe side that the restaurant was busy. Ross opened the door for Demelza and when they stepped inside they both took notice of the amazing smell of garlic bread. Ross took Demelza’s coat and hung it up in the cloak room for her.

******

Ross and Demelza were looking over the menu.

“Would you like a starter or a glass of wine?” Ross asked.

“I wouldn’t mind a glass of something light. No starters for me, but thank you. I’m always afraid that if I get a starter then I won’t be able to finish my entree.”

“Do you prefer white or red?”

“Either. I’m not picky. You choose.”

“Are you sure?” Ross asked.

“Mmmhmm. I have a feeling that you know your way around wine.” She smiled.

“Alright. Do you like Proseco?”

“Oh yes, of course!”

Ross signalled the waiter to come over, “May we have a bottle of Proseco, and some ice water for the both of us please.”

“Very good sir.”

Demelza gave Ross a small shocked face.

“What, do I have something on my tie?”

“No, I was just surprised that you ordered a bottle.”

“Oh. It is the middle of the day isn’t it? Oops! Oh well, we don’t have to drink it all.”

“Yes, well, I don’t think Maestro would appreciate it if I showed up at call time half tipsy!”

“How about I call the waiter back and change it to a couple of glasses.” Ross signalled the waiter back and changed the order to just two glasses of Proseco. The last thing he wanted was for Demelza to feel uncomfortable.

“Thank you. That was nice of you.”

“Not at all. I wasn’t thinking. So, just out of curiosity, does James always play jokes on all of your dates?”

“Firstly, I can’t remember the last time I had a date. Second, he just did that to rile me up because he knew I was nervous. I suppose I shouldn’t have just admitted that to you. Maybe I should stick to looking at the menu! Have you decided what you want?”

Ross slowly leaned over and gently placed his hand on hers, looked in her eyes and softly said, “Demelza, I’ve been nervous as well. And let me assure you, that you have no reason to be nervous with me.

“Oh Ross.”

The waiter arrived with the drinks. Ross glanced up at the waiter because of his bad timing. If looks could kill Ross thought.

“Have you decided what you’d like to order or do you need a few more minutes?”

“Could you give us a few more minutes, please?”

The sour faced waiter nodded at Ross and walked away.

“Thank you Ross. I’m afraid I haven’t been able to concentrate on the menu.”

Ross raised his glass, “How about a toast to us, getting to know each other better.”

Demelza smiled and raised her glass “I like that! Cheers!” and they both took sips of their sparkling wine.

The waiter came back, again, with crusty bread and garlic infused olive oil. Demelza ended up ordering the ravioli with butternut squash and ricotta cheese.

“I’ll have the gnocchi with 4 cheeses. And also could you please let the chef know that Miss Carne is allergic to shrimp. So there shouldn’t be any cross contamination of cooking utensils.”

“Certainly sir.” Ross couldn’t tell if the waiter was put out by his request, or if that was his normal self.

“I can’t believe you remembered that I’m allergic to shrimp!”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I remember something that important. Are you allergic to all shellfish?”

“No, just shrimp. Which really isn’t a big deal for me because I don’t care for it anyway.”

They were both trying to relax.

“So Demelza, you said something earlier that I find very hard to believe. You said that you couldn’t remember the last time that you went out on a date? Surely that’s not true.”

“I’m afraid so. And believe me, it’s not for lack of Caroline trying to set me up multiple times! I don’t know, it’s probably just a combination of things. A busy schedule, being burned before, and maybe just being a little picky who I spend my time with. How about yourself?”

“Hmmmm that all sounds very familiar. Although I think Dwight has finally given up on trying to set me up. And I do have an embarrassing confession, in that I’ve never asked you about these performances or concerts that you play in. I’m not very familiar with the classical music world. So please forgive me. What orchestra are you a member of?”

Ross had this sad, puppy dog face that was melting Demelza’s heart. “Oh Ross, there’s nothing to forgive. I haven’t been exactly forthcoming. I’ve been a member of the BBC orchestra symphony for the last three years. I’ve also been a part of a few ensembles off and on.” Demelza blushed like she was almost embarrassed to mention it.

“Bloody hell Demelza, that's impressive!! Good on you!”

“Thank you. I don’t usually talk about it much with people outside of my circle.”

“Why not? You should be proud of it. I’m sure that you’ve had to work hard for that. And if what I saw in that museum in New York is any indication, you play brilliantly. Where do you usually perform?” Ross just felt like he was bubbling over with pride for Demelza even though he hasn’t known her for a long time.

“You are so sweet! We mostly play at The Barbican. And yes, I have worked very hard to get where I’m at. Playing cello was not something a poor girl from Illugan usually picks as a career. And it certainly wasn’t something my father wanted me to do.”

Ross could see the sadness in her eyes. He could definitely tell that there was a story there, but he didn’t want to push her about it right now. “So you mentioned something about showing up half tipsy. Does that mean you have a concert tonight?”

“Yes, I do. The concert begins at 7:30 so I have to be there at 5:30 for my call.”

“Your call?”

“Yes, that’s just the term for the time we have to be there to get ourselves ready, you know, tune our instruments, warm up, rehearse the difficult parts of what we’re playing.”

“Sooo, if someone were to show up tonight at the concert, where should that someone sit in order to get a good view to watch you play?” Ross had a devilish grin to his face right now.

“Hmmmm well, I play fourth stand, 7th chair, which means when someone is looking at the orchestra, I play on the right side, the fourth row of cells, and I sit on the end towards the audience. So if someone wanted to have a good view of myself while I play, he or she would want to sit towards the right aisle of the middle section.”

Just then the waiter brought their food. “Here you are, one order of Ravioli filled with Butternut Squash, and one order of Four Cheese Gnocchi. Is there anything else I can get for you?”

Ross looked at the table and noticed the water glasses needed refilled. “How about some more ice water please. Anything else for you Demelza?”

“Maybe some more bread please?”

“Very good.”

After the waiter walked away Ross leaned over and quietly remarked, “I can’t tell if he doesn’t like us or if that’s just his normal state!”

Demelza giggled, “I’m not sure either! But this smells wonderful.”

“Yes, it certainly does. Are you more of a white sauce person, than red sauce?”

“Oh it just depends I guess. Right now I’m more concerned with dripping on my blouse.”

“Oh Demelza that sounds like me. I have another confession to make… I brought a whole extra suit and dress shirt to the office just in case I dribbled coffee or something on me before it was time to pick you up! My assistant has been laughing at me all morning!” They both laughed hysterically at their confessions.

They both started eating their meals in silence with a remark every once in a while at how good it was.

The waiter made an appearance at the end of their meal with dessert menus. “Would either of you care for any dessert?”

Ross looked at Demelza, “What do you say Miss Carne… see anything you like?”

“Oh I see plenty that I like but I couldn’t eat another bite. That last piece of bread did it for me. But you go ahead if you’d like something.”

“No, I’m good too. Just the check please.”

“Very well sir.”

“Ross, if you’re seriously thinking of coming tonight, I can leave a ticket for you at the box office.

“Oh, that would be nice. Thank you.”

“Would you like me to ask Caroline if she can join you? So that you won’t be alone?”

“Ahhh that would be nice. I had thought that maybe I would ask Dwight if he would like to go. But that could be an interesting way for Dwight and Caroline to meet!”

“Haha well Mr Poldark I do like your way of thinking! Tell you what. After I get home I’ll text Caroline and see what she says, and you text Dwight and see what he says, and then get back with me.” They both had big grins on their faces now.

“Sounds like a plan Miss Carne!”

*****

Ross pulled in Demelza’s drive and turned the car off. He turned and opened his door like he was going to open Demelza’s door when Demelza grabbed his arm.

“Ross, you don’t have to get out and walk me to the door. I know it’s a bit strange since it’s the middle of the day, and you probably have to get back to work.”

He turned and smiled down at her like he could just stare at her all day. And night. His voice was low when he spoke. “I had a wonderful time Demela. I’m so glad that we finally were able to do this.”

“Ais Ross, me too. Maybe we can go for drinks after the concert tonight?” She couldn’t help but look at his full lips.

“I’d like that.” He paused while he was just looking at her. “Would it be alright if I kissed you good-bye even though we aren’t standing at the door?”

Demelza gave him a smile. “I was hoping you would.”

Ross smiled, gently touching her cheek with his hand and leaned over and gently kissed her lips. He pulled back staring into her eyes and kissed her again with a little more meaning, then tenderly kissed her forward. Her hair smelled like fresh flowers. His heart was beating so fast that he thought for sure she could hear it. “I’ll see you tonight then.”

She tried to speak, but just a squeak came out. She cleared her throat. “I’ll see you tonight, Ross.

*****

If you’d like to see where Ross and Demelza had lunch, check out this link. https://www.manuelsrestaurantandbar.com/

Scenes From An Italian Restaurant

By Billy Joel

I couldn’t resist using this song for this chapter!! Below are just some of the lyrics.

A bottle of white, a bottle of red

Perhaps a bottle of rose instead

We’ll get a table near the street

In our old familiar place…

You and I, face to face

A bottle of red, a bottle white

It all depends upon your appetite

I’ll meet you any time you want

In our Italian Restaurant

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horansqueen · 4 years ago

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Stuck With You - Chapter 20

Chapter 20: Everytime We Touch

🡪chapter 1 🡪chapter 2 🡪chapter 3 🡪chapter 4 🡪chapter 5 🡪chapter 6 🡪chapter 7 🡪chapter 8 🡪chapter 9 🡪chapter 10 🡪chapter 11 🡪chapter 12 🡪chapter 13 🡪chapter 14 🡪chapter 15 🡪chapter 16 🡪chapter 17 🡪chapter 18 🡪chapter 19

College Enemies To Lovers AU

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I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me I still feel your touch in my dreams Forgive me my weakness but I don't know why Without you it's hard to survive'

Cuz everytime we touch, I get this feeling, & Everytime we kiss, I swear I could fly, Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last, Need you by my side.'

Cause every time we touch, I feel this static, And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky, Can't you hear my heart beat so, I can't let you go, Want you in my life.

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I could see a bunch of questions running through her mind as her eyes roamed on my face but what hurt me the most is when she took a step back.

"What are you doing here?" she finally asked a bit rudely, making Daxia frown.

"I'm just.. I'm here with Lewis." I let out stupidly, making me close my eyes for a few seconds. "I didn't know you'd be... I didn't know it would be you."

Her face suddenly changed and somehow, I realized I had hurt her and I was not sure why.

"I should just leave." she let out, walking past me as I grabbed her upper arm gently. The way two of my fingers pressed against her skin made my heart skip a beat and I swallowed.

"Please, stay." I let out in a low tone. "I don't want to ruin your night. If you want me to leave, I will."

She looked up in my eyes, her lips parting again, and glanced at Lewis and Daxia who were talking together. I could hear my friend whisper and Daxia chuckle like a schoolgirl. They didn't even listen to us and she looked back at me as I let my fingers slide on her arm before letting her go completely. She looked down at my hand and licked her lips before pressing them together.

"No, stay." she said softly. "If you leave, who am I gonna laugh at these two with?"

I stared at her and her lips curled slightly on the right, making me smile too. I chuckled and nodded but we remained motionless for a few seconds. There was a lock of her hair falling in front of her eyes and I swallowed again before reaching for it, placing it behind her ear.

"Thank you." I whispered.

She nodded with a shy smile and turned around, making me blink a few times. I followed everyone inside but grabbed Lewis, moving close to his ear to whisper.

"You could have told me!"

"I didn't know!" he let out with a chuckle. "She really said she was bringing a Caroline, totally your type, I've seen a picture! But hey it's even better. You wanted to talk to Devon and she's right here!"

I groaned and raised my nose up, still looking in front of me. I wanted to talk to Devon, that much was true, but doing it in a crowded restaurant with two of our friends was not what I had in mind. I looked at her as I sat next to her, a bit surprised that Lewis didn't sit in front of Daxia, but I didn't mention it. Feeling Devon's thigh press against mine was going to be distracting, I knew it, but I wouldn't want it otherwise.

We ordered and when the waitress left, Lewis sent a smile to Daxia before looking at me, and then at Devon.

"I thought you were bringing some girl named Caroline?" he let out cautiously. "And Devon, you didn't tell me you had something planned tonight."

"Caroline canceled last minute." Daxia explained. "I had to beg Devon to replace her. She was not in a good mood apparently, and now I suspect it's your fault."

When she turned to me and raised her eyebrows, I sat up straight and leaned my back on the bench. I was glad Devon had not mentioned anything but at the same time, I couldn't deny Daxia's words. I ended up just clearing my throat and taking a sip of my beer. I heard Devon chuckle next to me and turned my head to look at her, sending her a small smile and raising my eyebrows.

"Oh you think it's funny?" I asked, amused and happy to see her like that. "That her first thought is that I'm the one who made you in a bad mood?"

"Very." she admitted, tilting her chin up. "Besides, is she wrong?"

My smile turned into a fond one and then faltered. I had hurt her again. I knew it was a misunderstanding, but I still had hurt her and I hated it. What did I need to change to make sure I would never hurt her again? Was it just my attitude towards her? Or did I have to re-think my whole personality? We looked at each other for a few seconds. She had her head tilted and her smile was gone but her gaze was soft and I wanted to explain everything to her. Instead, I let my eyes move down to her lips before looking back up.

"I'm sorry, Devie." I whispered, trying not to blink, not wanting to miss half a second of the way she was looking at me. "I'm so sorry I hurt you again."

I could read surprise in her eyes but she didn't have time to answer. The waitress came with our food and we started eating together. I smirked a few times as Devon and I glanced at each other while watching Daxia and Lewis flirt awkwardly with each other, but as usual, Lewis was hilarious and I laughed at all his jokes.

I held my breath when I felt Devon's thigh press more against mine and frowned a bit when I felt something brush against my jeans. I looked down subtly and noticed her pinky rubbing on my thigh, wondering if she was doing it on purpose. She grabbed her glass of wine and swallowed what was left it it, making me think she was probably tipsy by now. I cleared my throat, slide my hand on my jeans and reaching for her pinky with mine. I saw her tense as my little finger brushed gently on hers and she pressed her lips together. I knew she could feel it too, an electric shock as soon as our skin touched and then, an intense sensation of warmth. It made me wonder how it would feel like to let my fingertips travel on her naked body and I blinked a few times, trying to get out of my daydream.

What took me out of my thoughts was the sound of my cellphone and I quickly stretched to reach it in my pocket, making Devon take her hand back. I checked my text messages and there was one of Lewis that simply said 'Okay we're good you can leave now!' I looked up at him, frowning at him and shaking my head slightly. He simply raised his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes with a low sigh.

"Okay so hey, I'll let you guys eat dessert together, I-uhm, I have to go."

I glanced at Devon who frowned but when she turned to Daxia, her face changed too.

"Uhm, yea, I have to leave too, so.. Dax, I'll see you in class?"

"Mmhm, and thanks for coming!"

I got up and took my wallet in my other pocket before leaving a bill on the table. I glanced at Devon who was also looking through her wallet and I held my breath as I put my hand on her wrist.

"It's okay, I'm inviting."

I watched her look down at the bill on the table as she nibbled her bottom lip. She seemed torn between accepting because she was in serious need of money or refusing because she was one of the most stubborn girls I had ever met.

"Mm, no, it's okay, I can pay for my-"

"Please, please let me." I quickly cut her as her eyes met mine. "I owe you that."

It took her a few seconds but she finally nodded and followed me outside. We took one last glance at Daxia and Lewis before turning to each other and bursting into laughter. The air of the night was getting cool but we had both drank enough to stay warm. We walked slowly on the sidewalk and I heard her sigh next to me.

"I'm sorry, I can't drive, I drank a bit too much."

"I know, I'm good with walking." she admitted with a shrug.

I was glad to walk her home but somehow, I wished she would forget where she lived and end up in my room, with me. I knew it was impossible but I still let that thought invade my brain for a few seconds.

"I didn't pay Lewis to get you out of the room." I let out, feeling my heart jump in my chest. I didn't want to admit that I had feelings for her but it was getting more obvious as the days went by. I could try to lie to myself all I wanted, I had feelings for Devon. Everyone knew it except for her, and for me, since I didn't want to accept it. But it didn't change anything. It was a fact, as far as feelings can be facts.

"Yea, Louis told me I jumped to conclusion a bit too fast." she confessed after a few minutes of silence. "I'm ready to listen to you."

"Devie, you-" I stopped myself and sighed. "You seemed so disappointed that you had to stay... You told me you really wanted to leave the room, that we were bad for each other.. I just wanted to make you happy. I didn't want you to feel stuck in a place that you hated, with someone that made you uncomfortable. I promise I had no bad intention."

Once again, a silence took place between us and I saw her lick her lips nervously. "I never said we were bad for each other. Just that it was intense between us." she corrected me, looking up in my eyes. "Don't you think?"

"I thought you meant intense.. in a bad way."

"No, not at all." she quickly replied. "You... you infuriate me sometimes but, I don't know." she shrugged and sighed. "You make me feel alive, too. I hadn't realize how numb I felt after that story with my teacher but with you, I don't know."

I felt the left corner of my lips raise a bit. I should tell her she made me feel exactly like that too, and even more, but the words got stuck in my throat. That seemed to be something that happened a lot when I was around her. I felt her fingers brush against mine as we walked and a shiver ran up my spine.

"Devie." I whispered as I stopped walking. She turned to me and I breathed in before sighing. "I'm sorry If I've hurt you. No, I know I hurt you. I'm sorry I did. I know apologizing doesn't solve everything, and you don't have to accept it, but... I'm sorry. Sincerely."

I wanted to tell her that I didn't mean to but it would be a lie. Almost every time I had hurt her, I had done it on purpose to keep her away from me, because I was scared of how I would feel if she got closer. It felt different now. I didn't want to let my old wounds and experiences ruin what I could have. And if Devon ended up giving me new wounds, I would deal with it.

"I'm sorry too." she breathed out, taking me by surprise. "I acted with you like you owed me something. You don't owe me anything, Niall. I should have kept my mood swings hidden. It wasn't fair of me to expect things from you and then get pissed when you didn't give them to me. I'm sorry."

"There's really no reason for you to apologize."

She sent me a small but fond smile and started walking again.

"Was your friend really getting rid of his mattress." she asked, making me raise my nose up in a grimace and push my hands in my pockets.

"No, I bought you a new one."

"Thank you." she let out gently, making me glance at her. "For the mattress, and for telling the truth."

My upper arm brushed against hers and once again, i felt something invade my body, like some sort of static shock or electricity. It made me want to kiss her but I just focused on getting my heartbeats back to normal.

"Lewis said I should propose you rides every morning. I wanted us to keep in touch so when he said that, I didn't argue."

"And why did you want my painting as a payment?"

"Because... because it makes me feel things, and because I'm still trying to figure out the story behind it... Because every picture, every painting, every song... every piece of art, tells a story. It's not the same story for the people enjoying it, but the artist had feelings and thoughts. Every artist has a story. I wanted to know what story was behind that painting. I still haven't figured it out."

I noticed we had stopped and she was looking up at me, her head tiltied slightly. We were at her apartment now, but I didn’t want hr to leave. I felt connected with her in a way I hadn't in a while with an other human being. It was nice to see her every day, laugh with her, chat about futile things with her, but when we dug deeper together, we found treasures.

"Why can't you just look at my painting and make up your own story? Something that comes from your own experiences?"

Her question was genuine and legitimate, and my answer was a bit too emotional, but I didn't know what else to answer.

"Because I want to know everything there is to know about you."

My voice was soft and low and without thinking, I bent down slightly as my eyes roamed on her face. I wanted to kiss her. I was ready to give anything just to feel her lips on mine, but I still moved slowly. She swallowed, her lips parted, and I heard her pant when my mouth brushed against her. Her eyes fluttered just as I closed mine but when i pushed my lips against hers, she back away.

"No, please stop."

I opened my eyes again, feeling my heart jump in my chest and threating to rip my chest apart to escape. I stared at her as she shook her head but I remained motionless, a bit shocked by her reaction.

"We, we can't." she added, licking her lips. "I don't want this anymore."

"What?" I murmured, not even sure what she meant.

"It's just going nowhere. We kiss, and make out, and then you ignore me. Or you go shag an other girl. Why were you here tonight? To meet some random girl? Why do you even want to kiss me, Niall? Why me?"

I was taken aback by how calm she was, almost resigned, and it was way scarier than when she yelled. It was like she had thought about it, like she wouldn't give in to her impulses or mine anymore, and it terrified me.

"I came here to help Lewis, I told him I didn't want to end up with anyone." I just explained, taking a step closing. "With you, it's different Devie. I'm just.. I'm attracted to you like a magnet."

"A magnet, yea, that's a good example." she swallowed hard. "We're so similar that we repulse each other, Niall. We're both stuck in our old relationships with scars that won't fade, even less disappear. I don't know why you're trying to heal with me but it's useless. You know it is."

"What if I promise not to hurt you again-"

"But you will!" she argued, answering quickly. "Look let's just, forget it okay? Thanks for bringing me back home." She opened the door before walking in but turned to me to look at me. "I won't need a ride on monday, okay? Thanks."

I stood there, motionless and upset at her words as they played over and over in my head. Perhaps I had ruined my chance a long time ago.

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I hit the door of my room a few times after trying to unlock it four times. I had ended up at a bar only to swallow a few drinks and go back to my room. It didn't help at all. Now, I was sad and drunk, which was a horrible mix.

"Hey, Neil, calm down!" Louis let out, getting out of his room quickly. "You're gonna wake everyone up!"

I turned to him and scoffed, shaking my head. "You! You shut the fuck up okay? I hold you responsible for this!"

"You're so fookin' eloquent when you're drunk, seriously." Louis rolled his eyes and sighed, closing the door of his room and grabbing the keys from my hands, He unlocked the door for me and pushed me inside before following me. "Sit down."

I had no idea why, but I did as he asked and he sighed again. "Can you get undressed by yourself?"

I groaned and blinked slowly, trying to stop the room from turning but when he reached for my shirt and tried to help me take it off, I pushed his hands away. "Hey back off!" I yelled, frowning. "It's not a mom I need right now it's a friend!"

Reluctantly, he sat next to me and I closed my eyes, feeling suddenly even more dizzy. I opened my eyes again and groaned more.

"I tried to kiss her and she pushed me away." I just mumbled, making Louis sigh again.

"Maybe she's tired of your little game."

I turned to him and frowned as my jaw dropped slightly. "Wha? What do you know?"

"You need to stop playing with her feelings, Niall. You're just hurting her." he continued, ignoring my question. "She's fragile okay, she doesn't need you to go hot and cold with her. She doesn't deserve that."

"I tried to tell her you know. I tried to tell her how I feel. I apologized but I couldn't tell her that.." I stopped myself and shook my head. "I couldn't tell her... I can't say it out loud."

"Well find the courage, or the guts, or whatever you need. Because if you don't tell her, you'll lose her. As simple as that."

"Louis, nothing is simple okay, this isn't simple, this is complex, this is complicated, this is confusing." I let out without thinking. "You need to tell her to give me a chance."

"I'm not gonna do that."

"Why?" I whined with a grimace. "You want her all for yourself is that it?"

"Please. Shut up."

I was getting mad at him and I was not sure why. He was not the one who had hurt Devon. He was not the one who had made mistakes after mistakes. He was not the one who had ruined his chance at happiness. The first one I had got in a long time, too. It was all on me.

"You're annoying. You're annoying and she's annoying too!" I complained, moving my hand in front of his face. "Tell her to fuck off. Tell her I don't care."

"You don't know what you're saying."

"Yes I do!" I argued again, my voice a bit louder. "She'd just end up breaking my heart and cheating on me with you anyway! Better off without!"

"Okayyy, someone needs a rest now."

I took off my clothes with difficulty and lied down in bed, eyes closed and face in my pillow. I couldn't stop thinking about Devon and the fact that she had given up. It took her a while, I should be thankful that she even gave me so many chances. I took none, but that was my mistake, my problem. And I couldn't stop the voice in my head telling me that it was over and that I would never be happy again. Or the other voice that said that it's exactly what I deserved. To be alone and loveless, exactly the way I had hoped for before I met Devon.

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loving-ricciardo · 3 years ago

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Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story.

Baby Fic & The Missus and the Ex :pepelaugh:

- SO Daniel and George are baby shopping because 'Babe, the baby will be here in 6 months and we are not prepared yet for fuck's sake' so the SCENE is set in some giant 3 floor baby store that George called in ahead so he could get 2 employees for himself just so they can help him pick the BEST stuff they have (rip caroline she truly is an experiment baby)

-anyway while George is becoming besties with Clarissa and Kendall (baby store employees) Daniel just makes his way to the clothes section because he just wants to find some funky baby onesies

-out of nowhere Daniel bumps into Max (actually bumps into him because he is busy eyeing a dinosaur print baby onesie) and he is very confused because 'Oh Maxy, what are you doing here?' and Max is equally surprised and his eyes just widen in excitement like they always do when he sees Daniel,,,

- so Max goes on a rant about 'Oh I'm just buying some presents for my nephews because I'm visiting Victoria blahblahblah I actually wanted to call you because I was thinking that we could go out to dinner and maybe talk' and Daniel is just sheepishly looking at him because he is really bad at letting people down and Max has this really hopeful expression on that is slowly falling down the longer Daniel just stares at him silently

- Daniel is about to agree (hoping he can just keep the dinner friendly) when Max just shakes his head like 'nevermind, ignore that. What are YOU doing here-" and just as Daniel is like 'I am actually shopping for my-' hoping to come up with something because him and george are still a secret and he really didn't want to tell max the news like this in a store because he still cares about him as a friend...

-anyway just as he is about to come up with some BS before finding george and yeeting away from there George comes up to him out of nowhere like 'look at these baby bottles, love. Clarissa said these are the best rated bottles this year but they are made from silicone and I'm afraid of all the chemicals but apparently it's not plastic it's silicone. I mean we agreed on glass baby bottles but maybe we should research the silicones ones as well- or maybe buy 6 of the silicone ones and 6 of the glass ones? Honestly I don't know. What do you think, ba- OH hi Max.' (okay so George goes on this whole fucking rant about baby bottles (look ily but im too lazy to research more about baby bottles for the sake of this) and george doesnt notice max at ALL until he finally looks up and basically daniel just stares at him horrified and Max is just plain---confused oksdifjgt)

-anyway there would be this awkward exchange of greeting (george is beefing max for the wdc in this au so like they are eNeMiEs on track sksksk) and George just cuddles into Daniel's side like 'so what are you talking about, mates' (a nice version of what's all this then and daniel just wishes someone would take him out with a gun preferably -) and it takes max a couple of seconds of staring before he is like 'OH MY FUCK YOU ARE DATING GEORGE?!?' lowkey offended

- and daniel just sighs because he really didn't want max to learn about it like this meanwhile george just extends his hand wiggling his fingers like 'we are married actually' :) and okay Max just ignores him completely as he looks at Daniel like 'Are you for real, mate?' and George goes 'we are having a daughter in 6 months' placing his hand with the wedding ring on daniel's chest

- and Daniel just puts his arm around George's waist in an affectionate way like to be like yeah i love this man and we are starting a family together and everything he is saying is true but to also keep George in check while he is like 'not a lot of people knew. like really we just told the closest people. and i wanted to tell you, i was working up the courage to do it and im sorry you had to learn it this way.' at max but max just tells them a quick goodbye before leaving

- and Daniel is just like 'well that was a fucking shitshow' and George just pats his chest like 'aw don't say that. I think it went well :)' before he starts talking about the baby bottles again

#im living for george saying clarissa idk why #also daniel definitely meets with max and they talk it out because max is still an important person in his life #anyway so yeah max is still a big part of Daniel’s life and he still low-key pins after him and George just loves to piss him off #George also hates when max becomes the kids favourite f1 uncle but it’s because he keeps buying the ridiculous gifts #daniel/george #363 #trope mashup #danorge supremacy #ask thingie

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shoot-the-oneshot · 5 years ago

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Jealous

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Prompt #4 “oh, you’re jealous.”

Kai Parker x reader

“I just don’t get what you see in him?”

Elena stated for probably the 1000th time. Caroline jumping in to put her two cents in.

Rolling your eyes, it was the same thing every time you all hung out together.

“He’s not that bad.”

“He’s killed people, Y/n!”

You couldn’t help but scoff,

“Are we really going to pretend that every single guy you’ve dated hasn’t had murdering rampages too, both of you.”

Their gaze locking to the table, you were right and they knew it. You ignored the chuckle from the bar a few feet away, Kai,

You knew it was him, of course he was here, he’s always around.

“Here you go ladies.”

Thank god, the drinks are here. The bartender who’s name you didn’t pay attention to, handed you your drink.

“Let me know if you need anything, gorgeous.”

He winked, you didn’t care, you had Kai, but the man hiding in the shadows at the bar cared, he cared a lot. The only time the man made himself know was when he came to your booth twenty minutes later saying it was time to go.

“You’re not in charge of me Kai.”

So you were in one of your moods, not a good thing for him. But luckily he knew a few was to make you listen. He’s going to use embarrassment this time.

“Oh really, that’s not what you were saying last night. Or this morning, or in the parking lot.”

He was challenging you, you knew it just by the cocky smirk he has on. But you were curious, he never shows himself when he stalks you, why did he this time?

Taking his hand to pull you from the booth. Tanking him to a stop outside, well trying to he’d only stop if he wanted.

“What was that about-who’s blood is that!”

Please don’t let him be having a murdering rampage right after you defended his murdering rampages.

“Your little bartender, can we go now?”

“The bartender! What did you do Kai?”

You yelled, refusing to get in the car. That Kai now has you pressed up against, running his fingers over your neck.

“He was flirting with you, you’re mine he needed to learn that.

That was the first time you noticed Kai get jealous. After that it seemed like everything set him off, you and Damon have been friends for what felt like forever. And you weren’t about to stop hanging out with him just because you had a boyfriend.

“Don’t you look good.”

Kai, sings from his spot sprawled across the couch. He thought you got all dolled up for him, but got confused when you pulled on your shoes.

“Are we going somewhere?”

“No, I am”

“What!”

He must’ve miss heard you. Because it sounded like you were about to go out, dressed like that, without him.

“I’m going out with Damon, I’ll be back later.”

Oh no you don’t, if you think he’s just going to wait here like a house husband while you gallivant with that playboy vampire you were mistaken. Pooffing between you and the door. Pinning you to wall like he did outside mystic grill after he almost killed that bartender he claimed was trying to steal you away from him.

“Sweetness, why go with him when I’m here? Think of the fun we could have.”

Kissing the weak spot on your neck, hands roughly gripping your waist. Teasingly biting along the way, also covering you in his scent if you do go out, everyone would know you were his.

“You’re jealous.”

Jumping away from you as if you’ve electrocuted him, “What, no!”

“Oh you’re jealous, and it stops now! I love you but you are not about to control what I do and who I do it with!”

You yell, tired of walking on eggshells around him worrying who’s name you might say that sets him off. You’re sure he would keep you chained to the wall if it kept you closer to him. You were so angry you stormed out of the house leaving a confused Kai behind.

He knew it was only a matter of time that you confronted him, he knew you didn’t like it when he got jealous but he couldn’t lose you. You knew everything about him and still said you loved him when you kissed him goodnight, he couldn’t imagine going to sleep without your kisses or spending the day without hearing you tell him that he’s the only one you want. He can’t, he won’t.

After hearing about the fight you had with Kai, Damon took you to a bar the next town over instead of the normal mystic grille. Hoping a certain someone would find you while you were still cooling off.

“I’m serious, I’m sick of it!”

Downing another shot of whatever Damon ordered for the table, still ranting in your head. How dare he act like that, sure you get he had a rough childhood and as he says you’re the first thing that’s actually his. But that doesn’t give him the right to kill anyone that talks to you. You feel like you could break your neck with how fast he goes from the sweetest guy ever to killing someone.

“You know what I do when I’m in situations like that?” You know it was a rhetorical question but you throw out a mumbled answer anyway. “You kill them?” Damon continues, sliding your another shot ignoring your previous words. “I drink.”

“Thanks Damon, really great advice become an alcoholic.”

“You asked.”

Shrugging his leather clad shoulders, downing another shot. Looking almost bored with the situation. That is until his eyes lock on somthing over your shoulder, you think it’s a girl he’s set his target on and you’ll spend the rest of the night drinking alone and end up having to call Kai to get you.

Nothing worse then ruining you’re dramatic exit then having to call them for a favor.

“Well I’ll be over there if you want to join me in my alcoholism.”

Shooting you a wink, lips pulled into his famous smirk sliding off the bar stool and walking off. You don’t bother to see where he goes eyes still locked on the empty shot glass on the wood bar.

“This seat taken?”

Letting out a loud sigh, seeing the one person you didn’t want to see out of the corner of your eye. “Apparently I’ll take whatever’s easy, so why not.”

Roughly pushing out your leg to kick out the stool, still not looking at him. He mimics your position. Elbows resting on the bar only difference is his eyes are set on you while you’ll look at everything else in this bar before you glance at him.

“Will you punch me if I say I’m sorry?”

“Can always try and find out.”

Kai huffs out a laugh, shaking his head getting an almost find smile in his face as he reaches for the glass you’re staring at, and starts picking at the logo, a nervous habit.

“What’s ironic is this is one of the first things I loved about you,” that caught your attention, sensing your confusions continues.

“You don’t let anyone walk over you, anyone including me. I am sorry, I feel like I’m not good enough for you and you’re going to find someone better, hearing your friends bring up every wrong thing I’ve ever done doesn’t help. I lashed out.”

His speech makes you drop your shoulders, you can see where he’s coming from. You wouldn’t like his friends picking at your insecurities, if he had friends that is. Plus he isn’t great with emotions he never was and the merge with Luke just make it more complicated.

“But I love you, more then anything. Please give me another chance, you can squirt me with a spray bottle when I misbehave like the cats on the Internet!”

He pleads. Gripping one of your hands between both of his holding them to his chest. Begging you with his eyes.

“I wasn’t going to leave you Kai, but I’ll take you up on the spray bottle.”

Gasping, he jumps up hugging you tightly only loosening his grip when you choke out “Human Kai.” “Sorry honey.”

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auroraluciferi · 4 years ago

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if anyone in this time of deep concern of his health is interested about what a worthless piece of shit Prince Philip is, here is a very brief list of 90 racist, sexist, and incredibly ignorant things the man has said in the last century:

1. "Ghastly." Prince Philip's opinion of Beijing, during a 1986 tour of China.

2. "Ghastly." Prince Philip's opinion of Stoke-on-Trent, as offered to the city's Labour MP Joan Walley at Buckingham Palace in 1997.

3. "Deaf? If you're near there, no wonder you are deaf." Said to a group of deaf children standing near a Caribbean steel drum band in 2000.

4. "If you stay here much longer, you will go home with slitty eyes." To 21-year-old British student Simon Kerby during a visit to China in 1986.

5. "You managed not to get eaten then?" To a British student who had trekked in Papua New Guinea, during an official visit in 1998.

6. "You can't have been here that long – you haven't got a pot belly." To a British tourist during a tour of Budapest in Hungary. 1993.

7. "How do you keep the natives off the booze long enough to pass the test?" Asked of a Scottish driving instructor in 1995.

8. "Damn fool question!" To BBC journalist Caroline Wyatt at a banquet at the Elysée Palace after she asked Queen Elizabeth if she was enjoying her stay in Paris in 2006.

9. "It looks as though it was put in by an Indian." The Prince's verdict of a fuse box during a tour of a Scottish factory in August 1999. He later clarified his comment: "I meant to say cowboys. "I just got my cowboys and Indians mixed up."

10. "People usually say that after a fire it is water damage that is the worst. We are still drying out Windsor Castle." To survivors of the Lockerbie bombings in 1993.

11. "We don't come here for our health. We can think of other ways of enjoying ourselves." During a trip to Canada in 1976.

12. "A few years ago, everybody was saying we must have more leisure, everyone's working too much. Now that everybody's got more leisure time they are complaining they are unemployed. People don't seem to make up their minds what they want." A man of the people shares insight into the recession that gripped Britain in 1981.

13. "British women can't cook." Winning the hearts of the Scottish Women's Institute in 1961.

14. "It was part of the fortunes of war. We didn't have counsellors rushing around every time somebody let off a gun, asking 'Are you all right - are you sure you don't have a ghastly problem?' You just got on with it!" On the issue of stress counselling for servicemen in a TV documentary marking the 50th Anniversary of V-J Day in 1995.

15. "What do you gargle with – pebbles?" To Tom Jones, after the Royal Variety Performance, 1969. He added the following day: "It is very difficult at all to see how it is possible to become immensely valuable by singing what I think are the most hideous songs."

16. "It's a vast waste of space." Philip entertained guests in 2000 at the reception of a new £18m British Embassy in Berlin, which the Queen had just opened.

17. "There's a lot of your family in tonight." After glancing at business chief Atul Patel's name badge during a 2009 Buckingham Palace reception for 400 influential British Indians to meet the Royal couple.

18. "If it has four legs and it is not a chair, if it has got two wings and it flies but is not an aeroplane and if it swims and it is not a submarine, the Cantonese will eat it." Said to a World Wildlife Fund meeting in 1986.

19. "You ARE a woman, aren't you?" To a woman in Kenya in 1984, after accepting a gift.

20. "Do you know they have eating dogs for the anorexic now?" To a wheelchair-bound Susan Edwards, and her guide dog Natalie in 2002.

21. "Get me a beer. I don't care what kind it is, just get me a beer!" On being offered the finest Italian wines by PM Giuliano Amato at a dinner in Rome in 2000.

22. "I would like to go to Russia very much – although the bastards murdered half my family." In 1967, asked if he would like to visit the Soviet Union.

23. "If a cricketer, for instance, suddenly decided to go into a school and batter a lot of people to death with a cricket bat, which he could do very easily, I mean, are you going to ban cricket bats?" In a Radio 4 interview shortly after the Dunblane shootings in 1996. He said to the interviewer off-air afterwards: "That will really set the cat among the pigeons, won't it?"

24. "Oh, it's you that owns that ghastly car is it? We often see it when driving to Windsor Castle." To neighbour Elton John after hearing he had sold his Watford FC-themed Aston Martin in 2001.

25. "The problem with London is the tourists. They cause the congestion. If we could just stop the tourism, we could stop the congestion." At the opening of City Hall in 2002.

26. "A pissometer?" The Prince sees the renames the piezometer water gauge demonstrated by Australian farmer Steve Filelti in 2000.

27. "Don't feed your rabbits pawpaw fruit – it acts as a contraceptive. Then again, it might not work on rabbits." Giving advice to a Caribbean rabbit breeder in Anguilla in 1994.

28. "You must be out of your minds." To Solomon Islanders, on being told that their population growth was 5 per cent a year, in 1982.

29. "Young people are the same as they always were. They are just as ignorant." At the 50th anniversary of the Duke of Edinburgh Awards scheme.

30. "Your country is one of the most notorious centres of trading in endangered species." Accepting a conservation award in Thailand in 1991.

31. "Aren't most of you descended from pirates?" In the Cayman Islands, 1994.

32. "You bloody silly fool!" To an elderly car park attendant who made the mistake of not recognising him at Cambridge University in 1997.

33. "Oh! You are the people ruining the rivers and the environment." To three young employees of a Scottish fish farm at Holyrood Palace in 1999.

34. "If you travel as much as we do you appreciate the improvements in aircraft design of less noise and more comfort – provided you don't travel in something called economy class, which sounds ghastly." To the Aircraft Research Association in 2002.

35. "The French don't know how to cook breakfast." After a breakfast of bacon, eggs, smoked salmon, kedgeree, croissants and pain au chocolat – from Gallic chef Regis Crépy – in 2002.

36. "And what exotic part of the world do you come from?" Asked in 1999 of Tory politician Lord Taylor of Warwick, whose parents are Jamaican. He replied: "Birmingham."

37. "Oh no, I might catch some ghastly disease." On a visit to Australia in 1992, when asked if he wanted to stroke a koala bear.

38. "It doesn't look like much work goes on at this University." Overheard at Bristol University's engineering facility. It had been closed so that he and the Queen could officially open it in 2005.

39. "I wish he'd turn the microphone off!" The Prince expresses his opinion of Elton John's performance at the 73rd Royal Variety Show, 2001.

40. "Do you still throw spears at each other?" Prince Philip shocks Aboriginal leader William Brin at the Aboriginal Cultural Park in Queensland, 2002.

41. "Where's the Southern Comfort?" On being presented with a hamper of southern goods by the American ambassador in London in 1999.

42. "Were you here in the bad old days? ... That's why you can't read and write then!" To parents during a visit to Fir Vale Comprehensive School in Sheffield, which had suffered poor academic reputation.

43. "Ah you're the one who wrote the letter. So you can write then? Ha, ha! Well done." Meeting 14-year old George Barlow, whose invited to the Queen to visit Romford, Essex, in 2003.

44. "So who's on drugs here?... HE looks as if he's on drugs." To a 14-year-old member of a Bangladeshi youth club in 2002.

45. "You could do with losing a little bit of weight." To hopeful astronaut, 13-year-old Andrew Adams.

46. "You have mosquitoes. I have the Press." To the matron of a hospital in the Caribbean in 1966.

47. "The man who invented the red carpet needed his head examined." While hosts made effort to greet a state visit to Brazil, 1968.

48. "During the Blitz a lot of shops had their windows blown in and sometimes they put up notices saying, 'More open than usual.' I now declare this place more open than usual." Unveiling a plaque at the University of Hertfordshire's new Hatfield campus in November 2003.

49 . Philip: "Who are you?"

Simon Kelner: "I'm the editor-in-chief of The Independent, Sir."

Philip: "What are you doing here?"

Kelner: "You invited me."

Philip: "Well, you didn't have to come!"

An exchange at a press reception to mark the Golden Jubilee in 2002.

50. "No, I would probably end up spitting it out over everybody." Prince Philip declines the offer of some fish from Rick Stein's seafood deli in 2000.

51. "Any bloody fool can lay a wreath at the thingamy." Discussing his role in an interview with Jeremy Paxman.

52. "Holidays are curious things, aren't they? You send children to school to get them out of your hair. Then they come back and make life difficult for parents. That is why holidays are set so they are just about the limit of your endurance." At the opening of a school in 2000.

53. "People think there's a rigid class system here, but dukes have even been known to marry chorus girls. Some have even married Americans." In 2000.

54. "Can you tell the difference between them?" On being told by President Obama that he'd had breakfast with the leaders of the UK, China and Russia.

55. "I don't know how they are going to integrate in places like Glasgow and Sheffield." After meeting students from Brunei coming to Britain to study in 1998.

56. "Do people trip over you?" Meeting a wheelchair-bound nursing-home resident in 2002.

57. "That's a nice tie... Do you have any knickers in that material?" Discussing the tartan designed for the Papal visit with then-Scottish Tory leader Annabel Goldie last year.

58. "I have never been noticeably reticent about talking on subjects about which I know nothing." Addressing a group of industrialists in 1961.

59. "It's not a very big one, but at least it's dead and it took an awful lot of killing!" Speaking about a crocodile he shot in Gambia in 1957.

60. "Well, you didn't design your beard too well, did you? You really must try better with your beard." To a young fashion designer at a Buckingham Palace in 2009.

61. "So you're responsible for the kind of crap Channel Four produces!" Speaking to then chairman of the channel, Michael Bishop, in 1962.

62. "Dontopedalogy is the science of opening your mouth and putting your foot in it, a science which I have practiced for a good many years." Address to the General Dental Council, quoted in Time in 1960.

63. "Tolerance is the one essential ingredient ... You can take it from me that the Queen has the quality of tolerance in abundance." Advice for a successful marriage in 1997.

64. "I never see any home cooking – all I get is fancy stuff." Commiserating about the standard of Buckingham Palace cuisine in 1962.

65. "I suppose I would get in a lot of trouble if I were to melt them down." On being shown Nottingham Forest FC's trophy collection in 1999.

66. "It makes you all look like Dracula's daughters!" To pupils at Queen Anne's School in Reading, who wear blood-red uniforms, in 1998.

67. "I don't think a prostitute is more moral than a wife, but they are doing the same thing." Dismissing claims that those who sell slaughtered meat have greater moral authority than those who participate in blood sports, in 1988.

68. "Ah, so this is feminist corner then." Joining a group of female Labour MPs, who were wearing name badges reading "Ms", at a Buckingham Palace drinks party in 2000.

69. "Cats kill far more birds than men. Why don't you have a slogan: 'Kill a cat and save a bird?'" On being told of a project to protect turtle doves in Anguilla in 1965.

70. "All money nowadays seems to be produced with a natural homing instinct for the Treasury." Bemoaning the rate of British tax in 1963.

71. "It is my invariable custom to say something flattering to begin with so that I shall be excused if by any chance I put my foot in it later on." Full marks for honesty, from a speech in 1956.

72. "Why don't you go and live in a hostel to save cash?" Asked of a penniless student.

73. "In education, if in nothing else, the Scotsman knows what is best for him. Indeed, only a Scotsman can really survive a Scottish education." Said when he was made Chancellor of Edinburgh University in November 1953.

74. "If it doesn't fart or eat hay, she isn't interested." Of his daughter, Princess Anne.

75. "They're not mating are they?" Spotting two robots bumping in to one another at the Science Museum in 2000.

76. "I must be in the only person in Britain glad to see the back of that plane." Philip did not approve of the noise Concorde made while flying over the Buckingham Palace.

77. "The only active sport, which I follow, is polo – and most of the work's done by the pony!" 1965

78. "It looks like a tart's bedroom." On seeing plans for the Duke and then Duchess of York's house at Sunninghill Park.

79. "Reichskanzler." Prince Philip used Hitler's title to address German chancellor Helmut Kohl during a speech in Hanover in 1997.

80. "We go into the red next year... I shall probably have to give up polo." Comment on US television in 1969 about the Royal Family's finances.

81. "Bugger the table plan, give me my dinner!" Showing his impatience to be fed at a dinner party in 2004.

82. "I thought it was against the law these days for a woman to solicit." Said to a woman solicitor.

83. "You're just a silly little Whitehall twit: you don't trust me and I don't trust you." Said to Sir Rennie Maudslay, Keeper of the Privy Purse, in the 1970s.

84. "What about Tom Jones? He's made a million and he's a bloody awful singer." Response to a comment at a small-business lunch about how difficult it is in Britain to get rich.

85. "This could only happen in a technical college." On getting stuck in a lift between two floors at the Heriot Watt University, 1958.

86. "I'd much rather have stayed in the Navy, frankly." When asked what he felt about his life in 1992.

87. "It looks like the kind of thing my daughter would bring back from her school art lessons" On being shown "primitive" Ethiopian art in 1965.

88. "You're not wearing mink knickers, are you?" Philip charms fashion writer Serena French at a World Wildlife Fund gathering in 1993.

89. "My son...er...owns them." On being asked on a Canadian tour whether he knew the Scilly Isles.

90. "Well, that's more than you know about anything else then." Speaking, a touch condescendingly, to Michael Buerk, after being told by the BBC newsreader that he did know about the Duke of Edinburgh's Gold Awards in 2004.

#uk #united kingdom #royal #royals #prince philip #queen elizabeth #meghan markle #prince harry #corruption #racism #sexism #monarchy #seriously #what planet do you live on

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jaskiers-sweetkiss · 4 years ago

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Paper Rings - Part 1

Pairing: Carrie Wilson x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: none

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“Y/N!” A voice gasped excitedly, dainty hand clasping around your wrist as you made your way through the crowds of people in the town square.

The voice and the contact snapped you back to the present and you found yourself stumbling as you walked, nearly toppling into another person as you tumbled to the ground, your reflexes and the hand on your wrist doing nothing to prevent your fall. Instead, the owner of said hand fell with you, the two of you sprawled out on the cobblestone. The entire experience took you back to a similar day years ago, when you’d met the princess of your kingdom.

There wasn’t anything particularly interesting about the day you met the princess (though to be clear, you hadn’t known she was the princess at the time. You reckoned the whole thing would’ve gone a lot differently if you had). Really, it was just like any other Saturday— your family had set up your booth at the town market and the streets were bustling with your neighbors and the occasional nobility as they wandered from stall to stall.

You always spent your Saturdays at market. When you were younger you’d been a handful, running through the streets with the other kids from your town, only ever stopping when something sparkly caught your eye. Your mother always said she was grateful that you had such nice neighbors who would look out for you and return you to her care at the end of the day. Now that you’re older, you’re an asset to your family. Rather than running around for fun, now you’re the one bustling from booth to booth picking up anything your family requires for the week. While time has slowed you down some, your time running through the throngs of people as a child aids you well now as you bob and weave through the crowds with something akin to grace.

Except no amount of grace or experience could have prevented the tumble you took when a cloaked figure suddenly stumbled directly into your path. Usually quick on your feet you moved to skirt around them only to trip over the figure’s foot, sending you both onto the cobblestone. The figure’s cloak had fallen and when you turned to tell whoever had tripped you to watch where they were going you were met with that of a terrified girl who had to have been around your own age. You didn’t recognize her, which was odd as your town was fairly small and you didn’t get many outsiders. You brushed off your skepticism with the reminder that it was market day and the streets were chock-full of strangers. Still, you couldn’t ignore the entirely insecure look of the girl sprawled on the cobblestone next to you so rather than scold, you spared her the kindest smile you could muster as you pulled yourself up to your feet and offered her a hand. She thanked you quietly as she took your hand.

“First time at market?” You asked curiously, unable to help yourself before you blurted out the words.

“That easy to tell, huh?”

“Well, most of us are familiar with the crowds,” you chuckled. “Plus I don’t recognize you and I know basically all the regulars since I’ve been coming every Saturday since I was a baby.”

You realized you were oversharing but something about the girl made it easy. Besides, maybe you could make a friend or at least stop her from causing any more accidents in the street.

The girl seemed visibly relieved at your words, though you couldn’t quite figure out why.

“So, what’s your name stranger?” You asked.

“Oh, uhhh, Carrie.” “Nice to meet you, Carrie. I’m Y/N,” you stuck out your hand for a handshake. “I can help you navigate if you need?”

Carrie had readily accepted and you’d spent the rest of the day attached at the hip as you moved from stall to stall. Curiously, Carrie didn’t make many purchases but she was good company and you didn’t want to seem nosey so you didn’t mention anything about it.

The next weekend you didn’t see Carrie, nor the weekend after that and by the third, you were beginning to wonder if you’d ever see the girl again. However, all worries of such were vanished by the appearance of the cloaked girl by your side once more. After the third market day spent together, your mother invited Carrie to join your family for dinner. After that evening, Carrie began to show up even outside of market days just to spend time with you. A few months later, she finally revealed her true identity to you.

You were quite frankly mortified to learn that the girl you’d been spending so much time with (she’d sat at your family’s measly dinner table multiple times!) was, in fact, a princess, and not just any princess but Princess Caroline Wilson, the heir to your kingdom’s throne. She was a princess and you’d nearly scorned her when you first met and even worse, you’d teased and scolded her many times since.

Still, with time and much insistence from Carrie, you were able to move past her royal status and authority. With you, she was merely Carrie and that was how she liked it.

You huffed as you shoved Carrie off you, glowering at your best friend as she laid by your side

“Carrie! You can’t startle me like that!” You scolded, although there was no harshness or authority behind it.

“Sorry,” she giggled, “I just feel like I’ve been searching for you for hours, I couldn’t just let you slip away!”

You felt your cheeks heat up at her words and you ducked your head bashfully.

“Well, you found me,” you replied, intending the words to be bright and teasing but instead they came out shy and borderline breathless.

“And thank goodness for that!” If she thought anything of your tone she didn’t show it, responding just as chipper as before. “C’mon, I passed a booth of sparkly things when I was looking for you that I want to check out!”

You laughed at that, accepting Carrie’s outstretched hand as you moved to stand.

The crowds grumbled as they parted to go around you and you suddenly remembered where you were. You held onto Carrie’s hand, fighting off the blush that threatened to return to your face at the contact, and pulled her off to the side of the street.

“Oh, I saw your mom too!” Carrie spoke again, “She gave me a list of things she forgot to tell you to pick up.”

You bit your lip to suppress the laughter that bubbled in your chest at how appalled your mom would be if she had known she sent the princess to run an errand for her.

“Alright well we better get a move on then if you want time to look at shiny things,” you teased as you looked down at the list Carrie had handed you.

That was all the prompting she needed before taking off down the street, pulling you along by hand that was still entwined with hers.

You weren’t surprised when you and Carrie finished your shopping in record time. Carrie was nothing if not driven (a trait you knew would make her a good queen someday), especially when there was something she wanted on the line. You also weren’t surprised when, after you had purchased the last thing on your mom’s list, Carrie promptly pulled you through the crowds to the local jeweler’s stand.

“Good afternoon young ladies,” the jeweler greeted when you approached. “I haven’t seen the two of you in a few weeks now!”

“It has been quite some time, hasn’t it?” You mused while Carrie took in the array of metals and jewels.

You rarely stopped by his stall without Carrie as it was uncommon for you to have much spending money of your own and you didn’t have much use for jewelry in your lifestyle, your mom only had a few pieces herself, all gifts from your father. Carrie, however, was the exact opposite. She had more spending money than she knew what to do with and she certainly had plenty of occasions to wear all sorts of fine accessories so she always made a point of stopping when there was time. You found it peculiar when you really stopped to think about it. She was royalty, she had access to a whole kingdom of jewelry yet she always insisted on shopping in your little village. Your local jeweler was quite talented though, you supposed.

“Oh Y/N look at this one!” Carrie gasped, pointing out a necklace of gold adorned in some sort of pink gem that you didn’t know the name of.

“It’s certainly your style,” you mused with a soft smile.

As usual, when you visited the jeweler’s stand, you weren’t looking at the merchandise as much as you were watching Carrie, basking in the warm glow of her excited smile.

“You’re absolutely right, it must be a sign,” Carrie responded, indicating to the jeweler that she intended to purchase it before she continued to peruse the stand.

“Oh this is quite lovely,” she said softly, and you were startled slightly by her tone. Normally Carrie was quite loud and confident when it came to jewelry but now she spoke quietly and you were shocked to detect some insecurities in her voice and her facial expression.

When you looked down at the piece she was referring to, you found yourself even more confused. The necklace was much simpler than Carrie normally went for, a silver chain rather than Carrie’s signature gold with a simple star hanging from the center. With a jolt, you realized it was much more suited to your own simple style and your heart began to race as you noticed Carrie was now looking expectantly at you.

“Wh-why’re you looking at me like that Care?”

“Do you like it?” She answered with a question of her own and you frowned slightly, trying to figure out her game.

“It’s very pretty.” It really was. Although it was simple, the craftsmanship was still obvious in the delicate chain and perfectly shaped pendant. “But it’s not at all your style!” you laughed, trying to mask your confusion.

“Well, no, obviously not,” she agreed and you furrowed your brows. “But I thought it would be perfect for you.”

“Oh.”

“Would you wear it?”

“Care I don’t have enough allowance-”

“Y/N, would you wear it?” She asked, voice much firmer now, all trace of insecurity gone as she stared you down.

You opened your mouth but found you couldn’t force out any sound so you nodded meekly instead. Carrie turned back to the jeweler, you assumed to make her purchases but you heard none of it, too consumed in your own thoughts of your mother’s single necklace, a gift from your father back when they were dating. You knew Carrie didn’t intend the gift in that manner but you could stop your heart from racing regardless.

Purchases in hand, Carrie quickly pulled you off to the side, holding the necklace she had just purchased for you.

“May I?” She asked, that shy nervousness from earlier returning.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak as you spun around so she was behind you. With your permission, Carrie gently brushed aside your hair before draping the silver chain around your neck and fastening it.

“There,” she whispered when she had finished and you turned back to face her, head ducked down to hide your face which you were certain had caught fire with how hot they were burning.

Wordlessly Carrie reached forward, fingers slipping under your chin as she tilted your chin upwards to face her. You gulped nervously as you met her gaze, finding the open softness that you’d come to associate with the Princess when the two of you were alone.

“It looks lovely,” Carrie spoke, voice louder and more sure this time and you blinked, snapped out of whatever lovestruck trance you’d been in.

However, you were certain your cheeks grew hotter at the compliment and you found yourself instinctively reaching upwards to grasp the necklace, holding the delicate star between your fingers. It was something you knew you’d be doing often now whenever you wore it.

___

Hours later, after a filling dinner and the sun had set, you found yourself laying on the roof of your home side-by-side with Carrie. The two of you often did this, whenever Carrie was able to sneak away from the castle for this long.

The first time she’d stayed into the night you’d dragged her up to the roof to stare at the sky. It was a favorite pastime of yours, looking up at the stars although you knew nothing about them. Not long into your first evening of stargazing Carrie had begun to point out some of the constellations and you had begged her to teach you everything you knew. Your mother had never taught you astronomy in your lessons but the same couldn’t be said of the various tutors who oversaw Carrie’s education at the castle.

“Orion The Hunter,” Carrie pointed to the constellation depicting a man holding a bow and arrow. “He was my great great great great grandfather,” she explained, ticking off the ‘greats’ on her fingers.

You hummed in response, listening intently as Carrie pointed out another constellation, this one named after some distant uncle of hers who’d been an impressive general in his time.

“They’ll name a constellation after you one day,” you finally spoke a couple of explanations later.

Your eyes never left the sky, seeking out the collection of stars that would one day tell the story of the princess beside you though you could see her movement out of the corner of your eye. She sat up slightly at your words, propping herself up just enough to peer over at your face as if judging your sincerity.

“You really think so?” She whispered after a moment, apparently unable to find the answer in your facial expression.

It always surprised you, how vulnerable she let herself become when the two of you were alone. It was the polar opposite of her public facade, even when in disguise. Everywhere else she was the epitome of confidence and grace, the picture of a perfect princess and one day queen, but with you she could just be Carrie. You were beyond grateful that she chose to share this side of herself with you, of all people, though you wouldn’t dare to let yourself speculate as to why.

“Gods yeah, Care,” you whispered back, the soft hush of your voice clashing with the strong conviction in your tone. “You’re going to do such amazing things.”

You half expected her to argue like she sometimes did when she was particularly worried or self-doubting but she didn’t. Instead, the two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence, both of your eyes trained on the stars.

“Sometimes I think the stars are the only thing that make sense,” Carrie sighed eventually, the words so quiet you nearly missed them.

It was a loaded statement, one you couldn’t possibly begin to interpret on your own so you asked her.

Rather than respond right away, Carrie sat up fully, drawing her knees up to her chest.

“What if we ran away together?” She blurted suddenly, catching you off guard. When you turned to look at her she had a wild look in her eyes, mind reeling as she formulated a plan in the moment. “No royal responsibilities, no titles. Just you and me, striking out on our own? We could do it, you know. With your talents? You could be the breadwinner and I’d stay home and keep house and-“

You let out a shocked laugh before you could stop yourself. You pushed yourself up into a sitting position as well, mirroring her own.

“Carrie you have a duty,” you countered gently, covering her hand with your own as you tried to push aside the part of you that ached to do exactly what she had suggested. “To your kingdom, to your people. To me.”

Carrie slumped into herself, the manic look leaving her eyes as she rested her chin on her knees.

“I know, it’s just...” she sighed, squeezing her eyes shut.

“What is this about, Care?” You asked quietly, sensing an inner turmoil within your closest friend.

“I’m engaged to be married,” she confessed and you couldn’t help but feel as though your breath had been knocked out of you.

You scolded yourself for it and for the sudden ache in your chest. You knew you could never be with her the way you wanted, it was foolish of you to ever think otherwise. She was a princess, someday she’d be a queen and you were just Y/N.

“Some prince from the Kingdom of Albuquerque,” she explained further, and you winced at the gendered term, knowing full well that Carrie had no interest in princes or any other man for that matter. “I know I have a duty, and I’ll do it I just... I cannot do it happily.” She sighed.

Your heart ached for a new reason as you watched Carrie, her face buried into her arms. You could practically see the weight of her royal responsibilities pressing down on her and you desperately wished you could help shoulder some of that weight. However, she was the princess and you were just Y/N.

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Part 2

#jatpbb #jatp big bang #jatp #jatp fic #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms fic #carrie wilson #carrie wilson x reader

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seesgood · 4 years ago

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no actually you know what, i’m gonna talk about it because it had a major impact on caroline so let’s have the bill forbes discussion. in bullet points. because i’m lazy.

i think i’ve touched on this before but whereas elena is the outlet for all of caroline’s insecurities, bill is the source

because he demands perfection and nothing short of it

because her whole life she was probably never, ever good enough and he was constantly trying to change things about her

despite the fact that her list of extracurricular activities is like a whole mile long and she was top of her class and she was head cheerleader and everything in between

and then he left, long before he and liz were actually divorced. and he was away a lot, and she was desperate for his attention and for him to be proud of her so she was probably exhausting herself doing everything she possibly could to get him to notice her and he just didn’t ( alex pls play mirrorball by taylor swift )

but the things he did notice were the things she did wrong. same as liz. so drinking too much, partying, staying out past curfew, etc. THAT got her attention --- enter the bitchy, shallow party girl we know and loved in season 1

caroline forbes is very canonly a Daddy’s Girl™ and that probably fucking wrecked her

and then the first time you get to meet billy boi in canon is when he comes back specifically for the reason of torturing the vampirism out of his daughter

for those of you who have not seen tvd, i cannot explain the amount of visceral pain you feel hearing her sad, terrified, desperate little “i can’t be fixed” whimper before he tortures her :’)

the only upside to that moment is that it gets liz to finally accept her for what she is, yay liz, we stan at least one semi-functional parent

but then the next time we see bill it’s like ‘oh is he finally gonna apologize’ no. no, when she tells him that she’s going to be okay [as a vampire] he’s like “lol sweetie you’ll never be okay again” and then nopes the hell out

until he comes back a g a i n , only to die and wake up in transition to become a vampire, and then refuses to go through with the transition bc he still hates vampires so much ( except they write it off to be soft and that he’s finally accepted her which, too little too late my dude )

cue another heartbreaking moment where caroline breaks down and asks him how he can hate who she is so much that he’d rather die than be a vampire

and then he dies :) after telling him that he’s proud of her ( kinda ) but he still dies :)

without her ever getting an actual apology for what he did

and dying in a way that kinda forces her to be the bigger / compassionate person and forgive him for what he did because like clearly it has to be okay now bc it’ll never be resolved lol let’s just never touch that trauma again

so yeah, please can we discuss the ridiculous level of trauma and damage that bill forbes did to caroline because it’s not obvious, she won’t ever talk about it, but it makes the top 5 most horrific things that have ever happened to her and i’m not okay about it

#ʜᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴇs ᴄᴀʀᴏʟɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀʙᴇs ⸺ headcanon.#not to Trauma Dump on the dash but like #jfc #AND IT WAS NEVER ADDRESSED #LIKE EVER #everyone else got to have hella daddy issyes but not her #ok im done

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misssophiachase · 4 years ago

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All You Never Say - Part 3

I’m back! Thank you for all the awesome comments and notes, it means a lot! Here is part 3, and you can read it all from the beginning on AO3 HERE. Also, I referenced the word torch a few times last chapter, to those who asked it means flashlight hehe. I changed it so it wasn’t confusing lol.

Synopsis: One wedding and a confused maid of honour and best man with years of pent up feelings and unresolved tension.

Mrs Florence Mikaelson and Mr James and Mrs Audrey Pierce request your presence at:

The Rehearsal Dinner

On the twenty-second of June, twenty twenty-one at 1830h at Poets House Restaurant, Ely Cambridgeshire

Dress: Semi Formal

1 day before the nuptials - Poets House, Ely, Cambridgeshire - 7:29pm

“I love your grandparents, Kat, but why did they insist on a venue with such a cramped ladies bathroom?” Bonnie muttered, attempting to nudge Rebekah away from the only mirror.

“Hey, you’ll make me smudge my lipstick,” she growled, standing her ground. No one messed with Rebekah’s primping and preening time and got away with it.

“Oh maybe because my grandparents didn’t choose the venue,” Kat responded, the frustration evident in her voice. Clearly, the wedding festivities and all the protocols were wearing on her last nerve.

“It’s okay, you can say it,” Rebekah said. “My grandmother is even more overbearing than my mother. Which you didn’t think was remotely possible, but it is. Trust me, I’ve lived with it for long enough. I’m already dreading my own wedding.”

“Well, I’m sure if anyone can handle it, it’s Enzo, you two have grown up together after all,” Bonnie offered, Rebekah froze, that shocked expression on her face allowing the brunette to push in and free up some space to touch up her make-up.

“Funny joke, Bennett,” she hissed, attempting to push back. “Kol is related to over-bearing Florence too, you know just saying.”

“What exactly is that supposed to mean, Mikaelson?”

“Hey, hey, break it up you two,” Katherine intervened, attempting to keep the peace but in such a small space it was proving difficult. “Caroline? Maid of honour? Some help please?”

Even with all of the bickering, Caroline was somewhere else. She’d been largely silent most of the dinner because all she could think about was what transpired earlier that morning with the best man.

Mikaelson Manor, Ely Cambridgeshire - 18.5 hours earlier (12:05am)

“So, what you’re telling me is that you think the ring box flew into the garden while you were shaking out the picnic rug?” He was still standing there and he was still partially naked.

Unfortunately for Caroline.

“That’s exactly what I am saying,” she muttered, trying to pretend she wasn’t affected by his seemingly toned chest.

“I’m just checking, you said there were a few wines consumed.”

“Oh, I get what this is,” she growled. “You think I’m a bad maid of honour because I had a bit too much to drink?”

“I never said…”

“Yes you did,” she shot back. “And even if you didn’t, it’s all there in that judgmental gaze. I really should know that look by now.”

“Excuse me, what’s that supposed to mean? If anything, judgmental looks are your thing, love, not mine. I seem to recall more than a few reaching me during school.”

“I’m surprised you noticed given you were usually too busy with your tongue down some girl’s throat.”

“I’m surprised you were keeping such close tabs on me,” he said. “I thought you would have been too busy with that guy with the hair.”

Sure, she dated Stefan for a year during school but she doubted he even noticed, let alone cared given he was too busy dating most of her class.

“Yes, he had hair,” she bit back, unable to help herself.

“You know what I mean, Salvatore couldn’t last an entire class without having to rush to the bathroom to check on his hero hair. I’d take a guess that he took a lot longer in front of the mirror than you ever did.”

“Maybe,” she offered, a smile tugging at her lips, unable to help herself. He even knew his name? “But if we’re going to compare love interests then…”

“Okay, I surrender,” he interrupted, holding up his hands defeatedly. “Let’s not open that pandora’s box, especially standing in the garden in the middle of the night.”

“Yeah, we may never get out of here,” she teased. “But yes, I think the ring box went in that direction.” She gestured to the green hedge before them.

“Well, I think for starters I need to get a better flashlight than that.”

“What’s wrong with this?” She asked. While Rebekah had been showering, Caroline had snuck into her childhood bedroom and found it in her bedside drawer.

“That is my sister’s Hello Kitty flashlight and, I don’t know about you, but I can barely see you let alone a small, black, ring box in that hedge.”

“Fine, what do you suggest?”

“Well, the sane person in me would suggest waiting until the morning but given that defiant glare and stance I know you’ll try to press on with or without me and who knows what could happen without my supervision?”

“You are so…”

“It was a joke, Caroline.” A low, throaty laugh pierced the air and Caroline didn’t think she’d ever heard anything so arousing. She decided to blame it on the whole no shirt thing. “I’ll go and get a heavy duty flashlight from the shed, stay here and try to not to get into any trouble.”

Before she could ask him what that meant, he was gone. What kind of creatures did they have on the loose in rural England? Caroline realised she probably should have done some more research before the trip.

Although, if she was being honest, it was probably just one kind of enticing but annoying creature that she was afraid of. A Klaus Mikaelson. Why did she always have to turn into a rambling fool when he was around? At least she only had a couple more days and this and him would be behind her.

Caroline shivered, rubbing her arms over the goosebumps that had recently gathered. Why she wasn’t too sure, it was either him or the climate. Caroline hoped it was the latter. What she wasn’t expecting was for him to return five minutes later with two impressive flashlights and a white top slung over his bare shoulder.

“I thought you might be cold so brought you something to cover up,” he handed it to her and Caroline couldn’t miss the heady aroma of his aftershave on it as he did.

“And you’re not?” She asked, hoping he’d cover up too and not because she was worried he’d catch a cold. Far from it.

“Oh no I’m fine, love, I did grow up in these parts so am used to the weather, tonight has nothing on an English winter,” he smirked knowingly before making his way toward the hedge in question. “Now let’s find this ring, shall we?”

He didn’t cover up on purpose. Bastard. Caroline wanted to play him at his own game but could feel the cold seeping into her bones and had no choice. Although, once she’d slipped on the henley, Caroline knew she was a goner.

It felt too good.

Too familiar.

It felt like home.

But at the same time, Hayley’s face came to mind and Caroline knew a heartbreak was on the cards. Hers.

Present Day

“Hello, Caroline?” Kat asked, nudging her in the ribs.

“Present,” she offered by way of response, like she’d been caught out by a teacher during roll call at school and not in a tiny bathroom by her friends.

“What is wrong with you?"

“I’m just thinking about everything I need to do before the wedding tomorrow,” she offered, albeit weakly. Although, in truth one of the things on her to-do list was to fall out of love with Klaus Mikaelson. Easy, right?

“Caroline, I love you and everything you’ve done to make this week perfect, but you need to learn to relax a bit too,” Katherine smiled, squeezing her shoulders affectionately.

“Well, that’s a bit difficult when…” Rebekah said before Caroline immediately interrupted.

“The bride and groom have to make a speech in five minutes. So, I think you and Elijah need to make sure everything is set.” Kat gave them dubious glances before eventually shrugging her shoulders and leaving.

“Okay, what the hell is going on here?” Bonnie asked. “And before you try to give me some bogus excuse to leave I’d like an answer. What’s up with you two? You are acting weirder than usual and that's saying something.” Of course, Bonnie would cotton on and demand an explanation.

“Well, Caroline we’re waiting,” Rebekah added, her devious smile not lost on Caroline.

“For the last time, there is nothing going on, Rebekah,” Caroline hissed, trying to keep her voice down and glad no one had decided to use the facilities. “And I’d prefer you don’t fill Kat’s head with gossip and hearsay the night before her wedding. She does have a lot more going on right now.”

“Gossip and hearsay?” Trust Bonnie to only focus on that part of her sentence.

“You were wearing his henley, what do you expect me to think?”

“Henley? Oh my god, you and Klaus!” Bonnie exclaimed, albeit too loudly for her liking.

It really was a dead giveaway. Why did Henleys have to be his signature style? Caroline didn’t mean to leave it on, but it was so comforting and warm and it smelled so heavenly. Then the next thing she knew she fell asleep, only to have Rebekah jump on her bed in the morning before she’d had a chance to both wake up and remove it. Needless to say her discovery had been all she could talk about the whole day. Trying to water down speculation hadn’t worked because once Rebekah had an idea in her head it was difficult to remove.

“Shhhh,” she muttered. “How about a little discretion?”

“How about you just fess up, Care,” Rebekah insisted.

“Fine, I might have been wearing his shirt, yes,” she whispered. “But it’s not what you think.”

“So, pray tell what was it?” Clearly Bonnie wasn’t going to let this go either.

That’s when Caroline decided not to revisit the fact that while she was wearing his henley, he was shirtless. No good could come out of telling her friends that particular fact. So, she decided to skip over it and get straight to the point.

“I sort of lost the wedding ring…”

“You lost the ring?” Now it was Rebekah’s turn to be a little too loud for her liking.

“What did I say about discretion?” She chided. “Look, I found it so crisis averted.”

“And you just happened to fall into Niklaus’ top in the meantime?” Again, the volume didn’t seem to be a factor with either of her friends.

“I didn’t fall into anything,” she shot back tersely. “Okay, I was outside in the garden trying to find the ring and your brother happened upon me. The ring must have fallen into the garden when I was shaking out the picnic rug.”

“And he gave you his shirt?” Bonnie asked, a dimple in her left cheek giving away her untoward thoughts. Damn, that whole thing about not drawing attention to Klaus being shirtless.

“Only because it was cold and then I must have forgotten to take it off before I fell asleep, I mean it was a stressful night all things considered, “ she rambled.

“So, let me get this straight,” Bonnie said in sudden realisation. “He was naked. Did you two?”

“Ew, no. I think we’re losing track of the point here.”

“Even I’m with Caroline on that point,” Rebekah drawled. “So, my brother gave you his shirt because you were cold? Now, that does not sound like him at all unless….” The silence that hung in the air was thick as each girl processed exactly what that could mean.

“He likes you,” both Bonnie and Rebekah deduced.

Caroline immediately blushed, not because she thought he returned her feelings but because this wasn’t how she saw things going. Klaus Mikaelson and her feelings for him were Caroline’s secret and didn’t belong to anyone else, especially her nosy friends.

“Ah, no,” she mumbled. “He has a girlfriend and, not just that, you know I can’t stand him. I mean do you remember school?”

“Oh come on, Care,” Bonnie acknowledged. At least her voice had gone down a few decibels. “We always thought you two had a bit of a crush on one another.”

They did? Clearly she didn’t hide things as well as she thought. Although, she never sensed Klaus returned her crush, not for one moment.

“More than a crush,” Rebekah intervened. “It was this lingering sexual tension bubbling below the surface.”

“Yes, tension which played out in the form of hostile insults and banter. Katherine used to say she wasn’t sure if you two were going to have sex or kill each other.”

“I’m glad you three had private jokes about me,” she muttered, feeling incredibly stupid.

“Only because we knew it would make you even more determined to avoid him and we secretly hoped you two would move past all the bluster and get together.”

“Clearly we underestimated both of your powers to hold a grudge,” Rebekah noted. “You know if you like my brother, it’s okay right?”

She wanted to cry. It was as if the emotions she’d tried so hard to contain were threatening to spill out. Unlike her friends seem to think, it wasn’t just about admitting her feelings. It was so much more than that. It was whether he even reciprocated them, not to mention his girlfriend and his family and the money and status she didn’t have. It was too many things and now wasn’t the time to visit them.

Caroline had no intention of losing it, especially at the rehearsal dinner for her best friend. She was Caroline Forbes, maid of honour and it wasn’t the done thing.

“Speech!” They heard the incessant tapping of glasses and all Caroline felt was relief.

“Saved by the bell,” she heard Bonnie mumble, but Caroline was out the door as she did making sure she plastered on a smile.

Mikaelson Manor, Ely Cambridgeshire - 5.5 hours later (12:30am)

Klaus couldn’t sleep and it wouldn’t be the first time either.

Given his previous night’s adventures with Caroline in the garden, he assumed sleep would be easy to come by tonight but no such luck. He pushed away the bed covers, careful not to wake Hayley. Klaus was glad for once that she was a heavy sleeper. He doubted he would have gotten away with his disappearing act last night if she wasn’t.

She was clearly tired from all the complaining. Apparently the bed sheets didn’t have a high enough thread count, the bathroom facilities were outdated, the food at the rehearsal dinner was mediocre and Kol was annoying her. On the last one he could concur but the fact she felt the need to share was frustrating. He was allowed to say his younger brother was annoying and no one else.

Well, except for when Caroline made a joke about little Kol finally growing into his suit but she had known him since he was sixteen so had the right. Plus, when it came to Caroline, she could pretty much do or say anything and it didn’t change his feelings for her.

He grabbed the leather notebook and pen on his bedside table and found a stray, grey t-shirt to put over his boxers hoping it would suffice given the late hour and made his way from the room. Klaus figured he might as well use his time productively and work on his half-finished best man speech. To be honest, it had been playing on his mind ever since Elijah asked him to be the best man. What did he know about love? Let alone how to articulate it in front of his family and friends. If this was a joke on Elijah’s part he was certainly getting his revenge even if he didn’t realise just how cruel it was.

Klaus walked to the kitchen. As a boy, it was always his favourite room and not just because he liked to eat. There was a certain warmth and comfort it afforded and Klaus figured what better place to make a sandwich and finish his speech. As he raided the contents of the refrigerator and busied himself with slathering mayonnaise onto the bread slices his mind wandered.

After he’d endured the suit fitting and all of their remarks about Caroline in school, Klaus had really started to evaluate their time together. Yes, he’d dated most of her class but Klaus could still remember that when he was with anyone his attention was most definitely not focused on them, more so on the blonde in the corner of the room and secretly hoping she’d lift her eyes from her book and see him. It was juvenile in hindsight, but he was a teenager and clearly he thought trying to make her jealous was a sure fire way to make her notice him. How mature.

Then when they were trying to find the ring last night she mentioned his wayward tongue that would apparently be busy stuck down some girl’s throat. So, clearly she did notice him. Given his hasty response about Stefan Salvatore, it was clear he noticed her too. Something he seemed to have blocked out, until now.

Could he have loved Caroline Forbes since high school? Klaus knew his feelings had taken a sharp turn two years earlier when they’d run into each other in Los Angeles. But he didn’t realise it spanned so many more years. The big question now was, had she loved him too or was it just his imagination?

When he came across her skulking in the garden, Klaus had never felt so pleased to be awoken. She looked stunning too and seemed caught off guard by his bare chest. Klaus would be lying if her long legs and delicious curves weren’t distracting him too. So much so that he decided to give her his top.

Two birds, one stone and all of that.

Unfortunately, their moments together playing poker, opening champagne bottles and searching for wedding rings seemed to be fleeting. The worst part was that he’d barely spoken two words to her at the rehearsal dinner. Sure, she was busy but there was clearly something else happening. He did notice she seemed a little upset after returning from the bathroom with the girls, even with that fake smile she was wearing. Klaus immediately wanted to know why she was upset and, more importantly, if he could help make it better.

“We need to stop running into each other like this,” a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

His eyes flickered across to the girl who’d been incessantly on his mind for the better part of a week. At the rehearsal dinner he thought she couldn’t look any more beautiful than in the blue dress that perfectly matched her eyes. But here she was in plaid, pyjama pants and a white tank, her face free of make-up, her hair piled into a messy ponytail and looking absolutely breathtaking.

“Are you following me, love?” He couldn’t help it, she brought it out in him.

“Says the guy who followed me into the garden last night,” she scoffed, swiping half of his sandwich and taking a bite.

“I’d offer you some of my sandwich but clearly you prefer to help yourself.”

“I figure you owe me,” she offered, opening the refrigerator and extracting the orange juice.

“For what exactly?”

“Well, for starters, forcing me to endure a full hour with that shameless display of nakedness. I mean, that kind of thing is going to scar me for life, Mikaelson.”

Klaus couldn’t miss the way her cheeks turned a light shade of pink at the mention. Scarred. Yeah right. Clearly, it was all she could focus on and he decided it was genius to make her cover up and for him to stay shirtless.

Klaus 1. Caroline 0

“Last time I checked, I prevented a monumental wedding disaster by finding that ring and let’s not forget about the whole champagne incident.”

“I could have found it on my own.”

“Yeah with that Hello Kitty flashlight,” he snorted. “Also, I can’t see how I owe you when you fleeced me at poker.”

“You totally deserved that,” she countered, pouring a glass of juice and turning around to put the carton back in the fridge. The perfect opportunity for Klaus to swipe her drink and take a large gulp.

“Hey!”

“You snooze, you lose, sweetheart,” he replied lazily. “So, what brings you here this late? You know, besides stealing half my sandwich.”

“I couldn’t sleep, too many things to think about and do before the wedding,” she groaned, taking a seat at the bench by his side.

“I think you’ve done pretty well so far, love, well, besides that whole episode with the ring last night,” the thunderous look she gave him was a clear sign it was too soon to joke about it. “Which I am taking to my grave, never to be mentioned to anyone ever.”

He noticed her face soften, a hint of a smile telling Klaus she was relaxing, albeit slightly. “So, what are you doing here besides stealing my juice? If I wasn’t so tired, I’d say something about yucky boy germs,” she teased, pulling the glass back towards her and taking a sip.

“I couldn’t sleep either,” he admitted. “I haven’t told anyone this but my best man speech isn’t finished, not even close.” He noticed her eyebrows shoot up knowing exactly where this was going. Crazy Caroline, pseudo wedding planner had returned with a vengeance. “Relax, Caroline, it will be done in time. I’m, uh, just fine tuning it.”

“Liar,” she shot back. “Relax, Klaus, I’m not going to go into crazy, organised, Caroline mode on you." It was like she could read his mind. “Would it help if I listened to what you have so far?”

No, it most certainly wouldn’t given he was trying to write about love and emotions and feelings and doing it with Caroline present was nothing short of awkward, not to mention private.

“Okay, how about this,” she pressed, clearly noting his unease. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?”

In a clothes-shedding context that last sentence definitely held much more appeal. But if he was going to do this, Klaus needed to allow himself to be vulnerable and doing it in front of the woman he loved wasn’t exactly how he saw things going.

A/N What exactly happened two years ago? And in the kitchen? Stay tuned...oh and there’s a wedding too.

#klaroline fanfiction #klaroline fanfic #klaroline #misssophiachase #all you never say #part 3 #let me know what you think

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mcwriting · 4 years ago

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The Marriage Project (1)

Omg I can’t believe it’s taken me THIS long to post this. I wrote this chapter probably in like April or May and it freaks me out to finally post but here it is!

My slow burn (American) High School AU with Tom Holland!

All the general info for this series is on the story masterlist, but I’ll list warnings and word counts on every chapter. Chapters will be much longer than my typical 2000 or less babies

Warnings: This will become a mature story in the future (no smut; more info on masterlist). Some profanity in this chapter

Word Count: 4140 (I told you!)

% approximately the 2nd week of August %

Ah, senior year. One last year of high school, one last year of seeing the people you’ve grown up with every day.

You’ve been told it’s easy. The best year ever. And yeah, maybe it will be. It’s not like you’re taking too many hard classes or overloading yourself with extracurriculars, aside from volleyball, soccer, the National Honors Society, and quiz bowl.

(Okay maybe it was a little much, but you loved it anyways)

The only real problem was the certified thorn in your side, Tom Holland.

He’d essentially been your mortal enemy since the sixth grade when he beat your mile time by only a few seconds.

Now, it’s not that he was a bully or anything, he was just so insufferable to be around. And yes, everyone always says boys pick on girls when they like them, but rest assured that wasn’t the case. You’d both always hated each other, nothing more.

You were always competing, and because of that ended up in the same place a lot.

He was in all your honors classes, in NHS, played boys soccer, and did quiz bowl. The only thing you had to yourself was volleyball except, oh wait, his younger brother’s girlfriend was on the team and Tom was his ride home every day.

All these thoughts raced through your head as you walked in on the first day, sitting down in AP calculus as soon as you finished up at your locker.

Everyone did the “how was your summer?” and “long time no see!” as students filed in. Eventually walked in Tom, and you shot each other a glare as he sat down right next to you.

“Holland.”

“Y/l/n.”

Everyone around you groaned. They all knew you two were forces to be reckoned with and probably dreaded spending another year listening to the two of you bicker everyday.

Though you were often in close proximity, you never really talked much, except to argue. Rarely did you agree unless it was on basic facts, and even then was it hard to admit sometimes.

Because of this, you typically resigned yourselves to only speaking when it came to grades so you could keep a mental tally of who was in the lead. You were both in the running for valedictorian at the end of the year, and you were not about to let Tom win.

The week was almost over and things had gone smoothly for the most part.

Sure, you and Tom had had a couple of spats, but nothing that wasn’t handled quickly.

He’d been to all of your volleyball games so far, even the summer ones, which meant he was forced to watch you dominate the court as both a setter and right side hitter.

It was a nice little satisfaction.

Especially because you’d watched him throw some horrendous passes in the preseason football game last week that led to a loss by one touchdown. (Okay, he’d had some good passes too, but they were lucky shots).

You settled into your seat in senior home economics Friday before lunch. The class was your school’s attempt at teaching some life skills for rising adults. For the most part however, it was a glorified cooking and sewing class. You didn’t mind per say, since you could cook up a pre-snack lunch sometimes.

Most of your friends were in there, including your best friend Alexis, whom you hadn’t seen all morning.

You, Alexis, and two other girls stood around a mixing bowl with the ingredients to make chocolate chip cookies since it was a Friday, which Mrs. Flynn called “dessert day.”

“Oh! Before I forget,” your teacher, Mrs. Flynn, started getting everyone’s attention. “This year we’re doing something new for this class! Next week I’ll have you all split into pairs for a semester long marriage project! I will be drawing names out of a hat, so don’t get too comfortable yet. Anyways, be thinking on what kinds of careers you might want and things of that nature! Okay, now get back to your desserts!”

The whole room broke out into chatter the last part of the hour-and-a-half class, people speculating who might end up with who and what jobs they’ll get.

“Oh my God, wouldn’t it be funny if y/n got Tom?” Alexis stated as you stirred chocolate chips into the dough. The other girls laughed as you just snorted.

“Yeah, I’d rather lick the inside of the microwave than be paired up with him for a semester,” you replied, earning more laughter from your friends.

You assumed Tom’s friends were saying the same however, because when you looked over to see how bad their dough looked, he was rolling his eyes as his group pointed in your direction.

The next week came and went, and it was once again Friday. Or, as Mrs. Flynn was calling it, Wedding Day.

Every time she’d pull a couple’s name, she was going to make you both come to the front of the class and exchange plastic wedding rings and sign a fake marriage license.

Yay.

Everyone chattered excitedly as she tore up the strips with your names and mixed them around. Finally the time came for her to start the drawing.

“Okay, friends. First up we have...” she drew the first name. “Katherine and... drumroll please?”

The class drummed their hands over their thighs.

“Chris! Come on down folks, let’s get this marriage on!”

She “married” the first couple, and then continued to draw. You had to admit that you were a little nervous, but still eager to see who you’d get.

Two couples later, she pulled Tom’s name.

You shot him an eyebrow raise to which he returned a discreet middle finger. You rolled your eyes as you prepared a drumroll for Mrs. Flynn.

“And his lucky partner is... y/n!”

“What!” you both exclaimed simultaneously.

Almost the entire class burst into laughter.

“Mrs. Flynn, this has to be a mistake,” you said.

“Yeah, can’t we have a redraw?” Tom asked.

You hated that he was agreeing with you.

“Nope! You get who you get and you don’t throw a fit! And if it doesn’t work out in a few weeks we can discuss divorce plans.”

“How about annulments,” you stated dryly, earning a chuckle from her.

“That… kinda depends on if you have kids,” she trailed awkwardly before perking back up. “Now come on down! They always say your first marriage is the most memorable!”

“Who has ever said that?” Tom asked.

“You know. They. Now just get up here and do the ring thing!” she commanded.

You both sulked up to the front of the room.

“Okay, now stand here facing each other and hold hands.”

“Do we have to?” Tom whined.

“Yes, now do it and it’ll be over with faster.”

He groaned, rolled his eyes, and grabbed your hands, holding them loosely.

“May I have the rings please!” Mrs. Flynn asked Caroline, the girl whose desk was closest that she’d asked to be designated ring bearer. She handed over the basket to let you both choose from the mix.

You took a silver colored ring with a faux white diamond in the shape of a star. Tom chose one with an oval “ruby.” You couldn’t help but notice how every single person was on edge watching the two of you.

“Okay now Tom, repeat after me. I, Tom Holland, take thee, y/n y/l/n, to be my wedded wife to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.”

He mumbled through the vow, avoiding eye contact, and slipped your star ring onto your finger. You were surprised at how gentle he was, carefully caressing your hand and making sure the ring faced straight up once it was on your finger.

You, too, said the lines and placed the ring onto his left hand.

“Alright. It is with the power vested in me by this very school that I am proud to now pronounce you husband and wife! You may now air kiss!”

You took a deep sigh and pretended to kiss each other's cheeks.

“Class, I’d like to introduce you all to Mr. and Mrs. Holland!”

They began to cheer and clap and laugh when you interjected.

“Uh, no. It’s Mr. and Mrs. y/l/n.”

Tom began to argue with you when Mrs. Flynn stopped you both.

“Alright fine, we’ll do a combined name. How’s the y/l/n-Holland family sound?” she asked, writing your names on the fake marriage certificate.

With reluctance, Tom agreed to having your name first and you both signed the paper.

Finally you were able to sit back down where your friends were waiting.

“So what was that about licking the microwave?” Alexis asked.

“Oh shut up.”

After your volleyball game (another win!), you and Alexis conversed over cheese fries at your favorite diner.

“Still not ready to talk about today?” she asked. You shook your head.

Alexis had been paired up with Caroline. They were both straight, but you had both been friends with her since freshman year and they got along well.

Today had just been the marriages, and next week you’d be learning more about your family dynamics.

“I’m just so pissed at him. This afternoon in senior art he told all the guys in there that he was going to make it as hard as possible for me. I mean jokes on him, he’s going to want to get an A too, but he was just so smug about it. He also strung his stupid ring on that necklace he’s always wearing. What’s that all about?”

“I mean you’re still wearing your ring. But yeah, that is a little weird.”

“I’m wearing mine because compared to some of the others, the star is actually cute.”

“True. I got unlucky with the selection,” Alexis admitted, digging hers out of her purse to show you a big square blue gem.

“I just wish there was a way to get back at him after all these years. I mean, we’ve been at each other’s throats for almost six years but nothing has ever seemed to really hit hard. This is the last year I’ve got to really make it count.”

Alexis gave you a look, one you knew to be quite mischievous.

“You know what’s the best way to get revenge on a guy?” Alexis asked.

“Uh, no, but by the look you’re giving me it seems to fall under Carrie Underwood ’before he cheats’ directive.”

“No, dumbass. You make his family fall in love with you.”

It took a second to process what she said before you could give a decent reply.

“You’re kidding right? His family already knows who I am because of all the stuff we’re in together. They probably also know about our rivalry. I mean, he’s told his brothers to never become friends with me.”

“And you know that, how?”

“The libero is Sam’s girlfriend. She’s been spilling tea for me for the past year.”

There was a break in the conversation as the waiter brought your meals out. Once he was gone, you spoke up again.

“Look, do you really think that would work? I mean sure I’d get under his skin, but it doesn’t really constitute revenge, does it?”

“Look at it this way,” Alexis put down her burger so she could splay her hands out in front of her. “If you can get on everyone else's good side, they’ll all talk about how much they love you and he’ll be forced to listen. If he really hates you, it’ll drive him crazy.”

You thought on it for a minute as you chomped on a chicken tender.

“Alright, I’m in. If it doesn’t end up working, I still have all of next semester to mess with him anyways. Now if I can just figure out how to really get to know his family…”

By the time Monday rolled around, you and Alexis had done some more scheming, but your plan wouldn’t even begin to be put in action until your volleyball games Wednesday and Friday, when you’d try to talk to Sam.

You sat down in home ec, where today you’d be picking careers. The catch, however, was that your family unit would have a set income, so each couple had to decide how it would be split up.

“Y/l/n-Holland family, you’ll be making $200k a year,” Mrs. Flynn announced, handing you the slip of paper. “Get together and decide who’s getting what jobs.”

“At least we’ll be rich,” you thought as Tom plopped into the seat next to you unhappily.

“So I’ll be the doctor and you’ll be the trophy wife, right?” he asked immediately.

“Hah, good one. I think we all know that I’m the smarter one here and wayyyy more likely to get into med school than you. And don’t call me trophy wife. I mean, what, you think I’m hot now? Can’t wait to tell everyone that little number.”

His ears turned beet red and he balled a fist.

“I don’t think you’re hot, except maybe hot shit. It’s a figure of speech.” he spat.

“Oh get over yourself. I know I’m hot anyways. Let’s just both pick jobs that earn $100k so we can be equal. How’s that sound?”

“Fine.”

He played with the plastic ring on his necklace as you looked up jobs on the computer. After a half hour of searching, Tom and you decided that to be fully equal, you’d both take the same job as physician’s assistants.

“Just so you know, I’ll never actually be anyone’s assistant,” he said.

“Oh yeah? Ten years time if you’re lucky I’ll hire you as mine.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Hey everyone, since class is almost over, we’re gonna wait to draw how many kids you’ll have and other financial things Wednesday. See you then!” Mrs. Flynn called out as students packed their things.

“We have to have kids, too?” Tom asked incredulously.

“Good thing it’s fake. I’d hate to see you as a parent,” you shot smugly, earning another middle finger from him that left you laughing.

Wednesday came kids, and thankfully all you got were twin girls, age 9. The project didn’t make you carry around flour babies or anything like that, you just had to account for them in your weekly budgets.

There goes the annulment plan, though.

Each week, Mrs. Flynn would be drawing something new for you all that would either be good or bad for your budgets, and it was up to you to figure out what to with the funding, or lack thereof. You also had to come up with a story each week that explained why money was put somewhere or what your “family” did that week.

She would also be doing progress checks, so you couldn’t wait until the end of the semester to do all the work. By the end, each couple would have to give a presentation over what they did and learned.

“Okay, so we each get to name one. That’s pretty equal,” you stated, thinking up baby names.

“Well I like Elizabeth,” he almost immediately replied, writing it down on one of the “birth certificates” you’d been handed by Mrs. Flynn.

“That’s… surprisingly good. I’ll go with Francesca. What about middle names? I like Rose.”

“Hm. How about Opal? Then they’ll have the same number of letters in their names.”

You were surprised at how much though he put into this, but let it go as you wrote your child’s name down.

“By the way, we need to plan time to get together and write a budget and find a house this weekend. I have a volleyball game Friday so how about Saturday?”

“I have football practice Saturday.”

“Well yeah but only until like 10 right? We could just meet at like 1. We’re doing construction at my house right now so could we do it at yours?”

You spoke sweetly in an attempt to receive a yes and put your plan into motion. Tom sighed and thought about it.

“I mean I guess. But you’re only going to be there to work on the project and then leave right?”

“Uh, duh. The less time with you the better.”

“Likewise.”

Tom and Sam weren’t at the volleyball game Wednesday, so you had to wait until Friday’s.

Friday was muffin day in home ec, so you thankfully didn’t have to talk to Tom. Instead, you and Alexis discussed the plan of getting Tom’s family on your side as you mixed up batter.

Later that afternoon, you watched from afar as Sam and his girlfriend, Julia, sat on the bleachers speaking. It was still an hour until game time and coach had asked you to round up the girls for stretching.

“Hey, Jules!” you called, jogging over to where she was. “Oh, hey Sam!” He looked at you like you were crazy before responding.

“Uh, hey y/n.” He gave a slight head nod.

“Anyways, coach wants us to start warming up. Wanna be my partner today?”

“Um yeah. Sure. See ya later babe,” she said, giving Sam a quick peck on the cheek before standing up to follow you.

After another win, you were helping take down the net and noticed Julia once again talking to Sam while Tom stood a few feet away looking bored.

“Hey, could you wrap up the net? I need to do something real quick,” you said to another teammate as you headed over.

“Hey, Jules! Solid digs today! You were making my job way too easy,” you joked.

You could see from the corner of your eye Tom look up at you in annoyance.

“Ahaha thanks girl. But I can’t take all the credit. You were on fire tonight. What was that like 15 aces? And your hits? Incredible,” she replied.

“Yeah, you were amazing tonight,” Sam added.

“Ohhhkay we can stop the compliment parade on y/n now. We need to go anyways, Sam, mom wants us home,” Tom interjected, putting an arm out in front of his brother, who was rolling his eyes.

“Alright fine. We still on for dinner tomorrow?” Sam asked his girlfriend. She nodded and they exchanged a quick hug and kiss.

“I’ll see you tomorrow too, Tom,” you said. “I’ll bring my laptop.”

Sam looked at him in confusion.

“Yeah whatever,” was all Tom could say to you as you strutted off to the locker room.

You stood nervously on the front porch of Tom’s suburban home. You had texted him when you parked but now dreaded actually going inside.

After shifting back and forth for a minute, you finally rang the doorbell.

It was only a few seconds later that the door opened, revealing Sam’s twin Harry. He looked confused.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“Hey Harry. Tom and I are supposed to be working on a school project today and he said to come over at this time so...” You awkwardly shifted your backpack straps and looked down.

“Tom! Someone’s here to see you!” he yelled out, making you snort.

He appeared shirtless in the doorway and looked at you blankly.

“Oh. It’s just you.”

“Just me? What did you just forget that we have to work on our project today,” you replied, holding up your left hand to point to the plastic ring on it.

“You’re still wearing that? Why?”

“Firstly, the little star is cute. And secondly, you don’t have a lot of room to speak, Tom. Yours is still on your necklace,” you pointed to the chain around his neck, to which he instinctively reached up and grabbed the ring, twisting it between his fingers.

“Touche. Now come on, let’s just get this over with.” He opened the door wider and let you in, locking it behind you.

As he led you down a hall covered in photos towards the stairs, his mom stepped out, almost running into her son.

“Oh, sorry.” she looked at you, “Y/n? What are you doing here? It’s nice to see you.”

“Nice to see you too, Mrs. Holland. Tom and I have to work on our home ec project and we couldn’t do it at my house.”

“Oh dear just call me Nikki. And I do remember him mentioning something about a project. Are you the one he’s married to? I never thought I’d see the day.”

Tom tensed up and clenched his jaw while you gave a light chuckle, holding up your left hand again.

“I hate to say it, but yeah. You’ll probably be seeing a lot more of me throughout the semester.”

“Well you kids have fun. And Tom, honey, would it kill you to put on a shirt?”

He went red again and you had to stifle your laughter.

“I was just on my way to do that, mom. Come on y/n,” he mumbled, grabbing your wrist and dragging you up the stairs.

You turned and waved at Nikki one last time as she called up behind him,

“And make sure to keep the door open!”

He was totally embarrassed by that, and made it a point to shut the door behind him once you made it to his room. Finally you could let out a hearty laugh at his expense as he dug through his drawers and pulled out a simple black t-shirt.

“Finally. I was getting tired of looking at your man boobs,” you quipped, looking around the room.

“Ha ha. Good one,” he shot back dryly.

You were surprised at what his room looked like, though you didn’t know what you’d expected. It was very neat with sleek grey walls. His blue and grey bedding was made up with decorative pillows laid out. On his desk were a few random school papers and a computer, and one shelf held some Spider-Man paraphernalia while another contained medals and ribbons and trophies.

You dropped your backpack to the ground and pointed up at one figurine.

“Hey, that’s pretty cool,” you said sincerely.

“Yeah, I’m sure you think so,” he replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Uh, no. I’m serious. It’s actually really dope.”

He looked taken aback at your compliment, and even to you it felt weird to be saying that out loud about Tom of all people.

“Oh. Well uh. Thanks. Spider-Man was my favorite growing up. But let’s just get to work.”

After an hour of sitting on his carpet searching for a house and arguing over general money allocations,

“Yes Tom, tampons actually cost like $7 for 30 of them and most girls need at least one box a month. And that’s just one factor of personal hygiene. Do you even condition your hair?”

“I’ll have you know my hair is well moisturized. I just don’t ever have to pay for it.”

You finally came to an agreement on the week’s budget.

Packing up your things, you looked up at Tom who was now sitting on the side of his bed scrolling through social media.

“So next week. Your first game of the season, yeah?” you said, remembering that September was already almost here.

“Oh yeah. You coming? I’d hate for you to see just how incredible I am.”

“Psh whatever. I saw your throws at preseason. But yeah, I’ll probably just rinse off after my volleyball game and head to the field. Gotta see what cuties they’ve got on the other team.”

“Ugh gross. You know you’ll regret saying that when half the school is swooning over me in the stands.”

“The only thing you’d ever see me swoon from is dehydration. And that’s a pretty weak excuse already.”

You stood and Tom got up to lead you back out.

“Oh, I think I know the way. You don’t have to take me.”

“Yeah I do. Gotta keep my eyes on those grubby little fingers of yours. Who knows what you’d do unsupervised.”

Before you reached the door, Nikki spotted you from the living room.

“Done so soon? Wow, good job guys. Come back any time y/n!”

“Thanks, Nikki,” you called back to her, then turned to Tom. “So same time next week? We can do it at my place if you want.”

“Nah let’s just do it here. I’m always exhausted the day after a game and I don’t really want to get up.”

Okay then

“Well, see ya Monday then. Bye.”

You were halfway down the sidewalk when Tom called out, “Be safe,” before shutting the door. You stopped in your tracks in shock, but eventually got into your car.

What really mattered, though, was that you were already on Nikki’s good side.

1 down, 4 to go.

Yay! It’s finished! I really hope you guys enjoy this new series because I’m so excited to share it with you all! Once again, future chapters will have some mature content (s*xual harassment and mentions of assault; underaged alcohol consumption) but those chapters will be explicitly labeled with warnings.

Anyways, thanks for reading and please send an ask or message if you’d like to join my story or permanent tag list!

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lady-salvatore · 4 years ago

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Never, Ever (Part Two)

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Desc.: After your interrupted wedding, you try to get to know Klaus again and re-examine your relationship with Stefan.

Taglist: @going-insanx

“I told him! I told him not to ruin the wedding!” Caroline was yelling to Bonnie, who had her hands on her temples and her eyes closed.

You, Caroline, Bonnie, and Elena were having an emergency sleepover the night after the wedding. You were supposed to be in Italy with Stefan, but your honeymoon was, obviously, put on hold.

“I just don’t understand how this happened,” Bonnie muttered. “Run me through it again.”

“We knew Nik in the twenties,” you said, your arms curled around your knees. Your eyes were still sore from crying. “I fell for him. Stefan and I knew each other then, but... but we didn’t have feelings for each other. I had eyes for Nik only— wait, should I call him Nik or Klaus? Niklaus?”

“That is so not what you need to be worried about,” Elena said. “What are you gonna do?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m so confused, I mean... I love them both.”

Elena took a sip of champagne she’d salvaged from the reception. “Been there.”

You pressed your hands to your eyes and sighed. “I mean, I’m not even sure which I loved first. I fell for Nik in the twenties— he compelled it away. I fell for Stefan— Nik compelled it all back. I just...”

Caroline wrapped an arm around you. “It’s okay. Just breathe.”

Then, the door flew open.

“Guess who has a solution?” Damon asked, striding inside.

You looked up. “Damon, honey, I’m not in the mood-“

“I’m serious!” he replied. “I have a great idea. The bachelorette.”

“Huh?” you asked, tilting your head.

“The bachelorette!” Damon repeated, excitement in his eyes. “You’ll go on dates with evil, evil Klaus and my sweet baby brother and then you’ll make a decision!”

Caroline considered it. “That... isn’t the worst plan you’ve come up with.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s worth a try,” Elena offered to you. “But only if that’s what you want.”

You looked over at Bonnie, who shrugged. You sighed deeply, and looked back to Damon. “So, how would this work?”

Damon’s plan was simple, and it lasted a week. You and Stefan would have a date on Monday, and then you and Klaus would have one Tuesday. Until Sunday, when you made your decision, neither man was allowed to contact you.

The plan made you nervous. The dates made you nervous. The deadline made you nervous. But worst of all, Stefan and Klaus made you nervous. How would you face Stefan after walking away from your wedding? And how would you face Klaus after a century of abandonment?

“And why don’t I get to go first?” Klaus asked, lounging in Damon’s chair in the living room of the Boarding House after Damon finished telling him the idea.

Stefan rolled his eyes. “That’s your concern?”

“Calm down,” Klaus said, glaring at Stefan. “You don’t want to mess with me.”

“Actually, I think I do,” Stefan said, glaring right back. “In case you forgot, you ruined my wedding and tried to steal my fiancée.”

Klaus pursed his lips smugly. “Is she really your fiancée any more, mate?”

Stefan stood up, Klaus standing up after him. You ran between them, looking Stefan in the eyes.

“Stefan, baby, please,” you whispered, tears in your eyes. “Don’t let him get to you, okay? And as for you,” you whipped around to look at Klaus. “Stop teasing my fiancé.”

Klaus attempted to look smug, but his eyes betrayed him. Even if nobody else did, you could see the hurt in them. “Alright, love.”

You sighed. You didn’t want to admit that it felt so good for him to look at you like that, for him to call you love. “Good. That’s another rule I’m establishing. No fighting.”

“Added to the list,” Damon said dutifully, grinning like the cat who ate the canary. He was enjoying this all too well.

Stefan smiled down at you, and you felt your heart flutter like it always did when he smiled. It was comforting. Even if a lot of things had changed, the way you felt about Stefan didn’t.

That also made everything infinitely harder.

That Monday was your date with Stefan. You were getting ready in one of his favorite outfits on you, a cute denim skirt and a pretty white blouse he adored. You let your hair flow in loose curls and did your makeup just a little fancier than usual.

You went down the stairs to your date.

Stefan was making dinner in the kitchen. It was one of your favorite things to see him do. He was a great cook, and you thought it was so romantic when he did it for you.

He’d set the table with candles and a buffet— steak, lasagna, pasta, and anything else you could have wanted.

Stefan turned to see you, and then looked embarrassed. “I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for.”

You smiled and walked into his arms, embracing him. “Stefan, this is so sweet...”

He laughed softly. “I just wanted it to be perfect. It’s honestly been a while since we’ve been on a date.”

You kissed him. “And hopefully there will be plenty more to come.”

The two of you sat down to eat, and then he sighed.

“I hate that I’m nervous,” he muttered, mostly to himself.

“I hate it, too,” you said, holding his hand over the table. “But don’t worry. We’re gonna put all this behind us by this weekend.”

Stefan seemed relieved, but you weren’t. In all honesty, every second you grew more unsure.

The date with Stefan was nice. It was perfect. It reminded you of everything you loved about Stefan— romantic, considerate, kind...

Everything you loved about him was, coincidentally, everything that made this so hard.

By Tuesday, you were sick. You couldn’t eat or sleep, only agonize about what was to come.

Klaus was back. Back for you. But then again, he had abandoned you a very, very long time ago.

Klaus texted you, informing you to put on your best dress.

“Well, obviously, this is your best one,” Elena said, pulling a sleek black floor-length gown out of your closet. “I’m jealous, by the way.”

You tried to laugh, but it felt foreign in your throat. “Don’t envy me right now.”

Elena smiled softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. “(Y/N), it’ll be fine. By the end of tonight, you’ll probably know.”

“I’m scared to know,” you blurted out, panic on the edge of your voice. “What if it isn’t Stefan?”

Elena sighed. “I asked myself the exact same question once. And you know what?”

“What?”

“It’s something only you can decide,” Elena said, nodding. “And you have to admit your feelings to yourself, or your decision won’t be true.”

You nodded. “You’re good at this.”

“I’ve been through the ringer,” she said, laughing. “I have advice on pretty much everything by now.”

You got into the dress, and you had to admit it looked great. You’d probably picked it up during the twenties, you thought sourly.

After Klaus had left you, you supposed.

Elena did your hair and makeup for quite some time. Almost abruptly, she stopped.

“Stunning,” she said with a smile. Then, she handed you a mirror. “Look!”

You took the mirror in your hands and looked into it.

Oh.

You couldn’t deny it, you looked amazing. Your eyeliner was perfectly winged, and your lips were painted lush red.

Elena, about to leave you, gave you one last reassuring smile. “Whatever your choice is, you’ll be happy in the end. Remember that.”

She shut the door behind you, and you put on your heels. You figured you’d be almost as tall as Klaus in them.

You exited your room and descended down the stairs, but paused on the staircase as you heard voices.

“Don’t do anything to hurt her.” The voice was Stefan’s, and it was low and tight, scolding. “I’ll kill you myself.”

“Worried, mate?” The second voice was Klaus.

“No, because I know she’ll choose me. When it’s all said and done, I was the one who was there for her, not you.”

Klaus nearly growled. “You can’t begin to understand the relationship between she and I, so bite your tongue, Salvatore.”

“I understand enough to know that you abandoned her for a hundred years.”

“If I never would’ve left, we’d have been happy.”

“But you did leave,” Stefan replied dryly. “I didn’t.”

Tears pricked your eyes. You were putting both of them through so much pain. You couldn’t stand it. Not only that, the pain of the past was all coming back. Klaus left you. Who says he wouldn’t do it again?

You took a deep breath and went down the rest of the stairs, faking a smile. “Hello.”

Klaus turned to you, stunned at the sound of your voice. Then, a small smile grew on his face. “(Y/N). Are you ready to go?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice to betray your feelings. You felt guilty as you noticed how nice Klaus looked in his suit and tie. It reminded you of all those years ago.

You took Klaus’s arm and went out the door, leaving Stefan standing alone in the Boarding House.

He listened as the car engine fired up and drove away.

“The way he looked at her...” Stefan muttered to himself, his heart lurching like a restart.

“What about it?” Damon asked him, downing bourbon. Stefan could tell that he was worried too, even if he tried not to look it.

“With all the adoration in the world,” Stefan said quietly, starting up the stairs.

That was when he knew, even if you chose him, he didn’t have a chance. He never would, because no matter what happened tonight, Klaus would never leave you again.

Never, ever.

Klaus held your hand in the car. You didn’t want to, but you didn’t stop it either.

“Stop the car,” you whispered suddenly.

Immediately, Klaus stopped the car and pulled over to the side of the road. He turned in his seat to look at you. “What’s wrong, love?”

The question that had been on your tongue for days finally came out. “Why did you leave me?”

“What?”

“All those years ago, Klaus,” you said, meeting his eyes. “Why’d you leave me all alone?”

Klaus sighed, pulling his hand back into his lap. He looked down, ashamed. “I wanted to protect you from Mikael.”

“Back then, I’d have spent a lifetime running from Mikael if it meant being with you. But you left me, and now you interrupt my wedding-“

“I’m not sorry,” Klaus said tightly, looking back up to meet your eyes with fierce determination.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “How could you not be sorry? You abandoned me.”

“Because that’s what was best for you,” he growled. “It was what kept you safe and alive. I never would’ve forgiven myself if...”

“If what?”

“If something happened to you,” Klaus muttered.

Tears spilled from your eyes. “I’d have died that night if it meant dying beside you!”

“Don’t you say that,” Klaus said, his own eyes shining with tears. “Don’t you ever say that.”

“I’ll say what I want!” you replied, crossing your arms. “I have a right to be honest with how I feel. I gained that right when you left me.”

“I took the pain of it away, what else could I have done?” he pleaded.

“You stole my memories!” you said, grabbing his suit jacket. “You stole a century of me being with you! And the worst part is, it didn’t help at all! A part of me, the part of me that was compelled away, the part of me that loved you, has spent a hundred agonizing years missing you! And you compelled all that pain back!”

Klaus froze. “What?”

Tears were pouring from your eyes now. “I’m feeling it all. Even if I couldn’t remember, there was always a part of me that loved you and missed you... and when you compelled that part back...”

His eyes widened. “(Y/N), love, I didn’t mean to... oh, God, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You cried, throwing yourself into his arms. “It hurts, Nik. It hurts so much.”

“I’m so sorry, if I’d have known...” Klaus was whispering into your ear. “I’m sorry...”

You cried for a while before finally regaining composure.

“You should have let me choose my fate,” you said, pulling away from him. “But I know why you did it.”

He cradled your face in his hands, and you felt the safest you’d ever felt. “Every day since I left you has been agony. I never stopped loving you for a second.”

He glanced at the clock, and grinned. “Well, we’ve missed dinner. But I suppose it’s for the best.”

“Not much of a date, huh?” You sniffled, wiping away some of the makeup running down your face. “God, I must look-“

“Beautiful as ever,” Klaus interrupted. “And don’t worry, I think I’ve got a solution.”

He pressed play on his car radio, and soft music started to play. With a fluttering heart, you recognized it— the last song the two of you danced to.

“How about a dance?” Klaus asked, speeding to your door and opening it. He offered a hand.

You laughed, taking it.

As the song played, you danced slowly and caught up on everything for the past hundred years.

“I love you,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “I’ve been dying to say it, every day for the last century. I’ll tell you I love you every day. I didn’t tell you enough back then.”

“I love you, too,” you whispered, the words tumbling from your lips before you could think. But it was the truth.

You looked up at him, into those blue eyes you were feeling a century-long yearning for. And, hesitantly, you kissed him, long and slow. It was like they had never stopped being made for each other.

No matter how much you loved Stefan, it could not compare to how you felt for Klaus.

“I’ve made my choice,” you whispered against his lips.

“Are you sure?” he whispered back.

“Yes,” you replied, staring up into his eyes.

And there was no going back.

Never, ever.

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ELLADINE SARABI

IG info/bio: @/ellasardineabi | 18.5k followers | Artist | i was born with glass bones and paper skin♡

25 years old

Born & raised in Cardiff, Wales 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

Father was in the n*vy and moved his family around a few times until he and his wife came to a agreement that it would be best for the family to grow up in one solid place

whereas he would leave for months at a time living elsewhere

Which was hard on the family at times since he is viewed as the rock of the family

He eventually left the n*vy after serving 20 years & was so thankful to, he hated it and how it messed with him mentally

He’s also of Iranian heritage

Her mother is of German heritage

Has her own restaurant that serves authentic German food

Both of her parents instilled hard work, discipline, generosity, and how to be practical in their children

Elladine is the middle child

Has a brother that is ten years older than her and then a younger sister who is seven years behind her

Canon: there is currently a discussion going on if they are going to bring their (maternal) nan/mam-gu home since the nursing home isn’t providing the proper care their nan needs

Her mother has a rocky relationship with her mother that she doesn’t like to discuss with her children but her husband knows all about it

Her nan has Alzheimer's and is becoming violent

it has become difficult seeing her most days

Elladine came into glassblowing after being involved in many classes in secondary such as workshop class

which became her fav since she was able to manipulate many materials such as metal, wood, and glass

She also took a auto body class which was interesting but she wasn’t too thrilled about it. Got away with a B- but knew she could do better if she really wanted to but she didn’t need the class to graduate so allow it

Currently works in a glass studio where her work is displayed/sold and she’s one of the main ones that makes great profit

has bought her own space for her own studio and is slowly making it to her liking with her assistant, yes she’s got one!

Hopes to be in that space within the next 6 months...it would have been a little sooner if we weren’t dealing with a global p*ndemic!!! but ya know life f*cking sucks sometimes!!!1!!:) especially if people don’t gaf

Moved back in with her parents so that she could not only help with her nan but get her studio ready, her parents approved since she was working towards something and realized her talent

I definitely see elladine going through a grunge phase and it probably still slips out every now and then lol

Her childhood room is still in shades of raspberry, gray, and a deep purple

always been plus-sized/fuller than the rest but it’s literally hereditary since her mom is built the same way who got it from her dad

Her family never made her feel ashamed as they shouldn’t and none of her true friends made her feel different since they were all of different sizes!!! besides who’s really friends with someone because of their bodies? Ur really ugly if that’s how u roll js

Always a respectful student and not too afraid to spark up a convo with you but can be a little nervous if the person is more of a “I have to warm up to you first” since she’ll feel like she’s annoying you if she carries the convo at first

Takes her time in relationships because she’s scared of getting hurt, cause breakups are not fun! Especially if theyre your friend on top of that

Although Friendship breakups are much worse let’s be honest here!!!

Has noticed that a few of her exes like to bring up that she’s controlling or too bossy in relationships and that makes her a little insecure since she doesn’t view it that way??

She knows what she wants and likes things a certain way, and she can see how it can kinda come off that way based on how she approaches/says things and tries to be better at toning it down and not being offensive to her significant others

Always has a plan and likes to follow it, she definitely keeps to-do lists on a daily

Takes trips to see Nicky often and vice-versa, every moment they spend together feels like it’s meant to be, even when it’s them just simply chilling in each other’s spaces, he’s truly one of her best friends and he feels like the missing part of her life

He offered for her to move in with him but elladine didn’t accept it since she wanted to be there to help with her nan and in fact—she wanted to be the one to ask HIM to move in with her

but if they make it long enough, they’ll go house hunting together...maybe

I get Shawn/Angela relationship vibes from them (boy meets world for those who aren’t aware of this couple and I’m not just saying this because they’re interracial as well lol) did I say this already about someone else? Brain fart lol

everyone relationship has their flaws so when they hit a bump in the road...elladine immediately wants to fix it but it comes off as more critiquing, moodiness/blaming the other

while Nicky can be defensive/argumentive/a little condescending on his end

To get through it, they normally go on a walk together in complete silence until they’re ready to speak again or they take a break from each other

I think words of affirmation is her love language

Taurus sun + Virgo moon + Capricorn rising?

“The girl on the motorcycle” is one of her fav films — no this is not metaphoric to her love life

Loves watching things with captions on since she always finds herself doing something else while watching anything (which irks Nicky a little bit but that’s just the way elladine is and he loves her so he deals with it)

Will rewind something if she missed it too

Canon: never had morning sex before

but can now say she has ;) & understands the pros people say about it and it outweighs the cons in her book

Will start the whole song over too if she missed her fav part in it

She also enjoys billiards since her brother used to work in a pool hall and when he had to watch her because she was “too young” in her words to stay home by herself he would take her there even tho technically she wasn’t supposed to be there but he was screwing his boss’s daughter so it was quite fine

her sister has a crush on Gary & ships elladine with him, which they joke about every now and then + he doesn’t follow her back, which is okay! Not a big deal but her sister keeps sliding in his dms (he’s now single)

She NEVER thought she would be on THE love island and wasn’t that confident that she’d find a real love that carried on outside of the show but Nicky has proven her wrong 🥲

She’s 5’5–5’6

Probably shops at Zara & top shop and has no issue picking pieces that flatter her “pear” figure, she loves all that is of her body: the pudge, love handles, cellulite and all (she’s very confident and won’t let anyone see her moments of doubt when it comes to her frame)

Loves mythology but will tell bill stfu if he comes near her trying to argue about anything in that subject

Very competitive and will rush through certain things, leaving one to think that she’ll fail somewhere but rarely does

If she’s not near or away from the mountains or the sea for long period of time she gets very moody!!! Guess that’s the Welsh in her huh?

Loves fireplaces, they’re super cozy and very romantic if you catch ella’s drift 😏

Probably smells like jasmine & pink pepper idk

Wants to travel to Iceland one day

Knows her way around a car but dreads having to get it fixed or fixing it herself?

Loves driving until her road rage kicks in? Oh you’re gonna go around her to get in front of her? Never that. She’ll always be in front of you and will break check you if you try her “Drewgi” she mutters

Early riser and goes to bed early too lol

She’s the crying drunk lmao

Automatically vieve has become one of her best friends from the villa but it deff didn’t feel forced like it normally would have just because their bfs have a podcast together, they talk about everything together. EVERYTHING! It feels like she’s the big sister she never had, yet they’re only a year apart lol

They have ft sleepovers and man is it fun!

Forgave lily but at the same time can’t fully see herself being friends with her like vieve tried to encourage before they went on the yacht...sorry everything can’t be Kumbaya over here sis

It sucks to say but it was easier? She doesn’t know if that’s the right term or not... for her to forgive rafi than it was lily and it’s fucked up but that’s the way it is. It’s not like she contacts him on seperate messages or anything like that! She’ll talk to him via group chat and that’s pretty much it. She knows it was all part of the show and production’s bs for ratings but that doesn’t mean it still didn’t hurt

Wishes him success on his shows/movies but doesn’t engage/watch them

What does she post? I feel like she posts maybe three times a month and a lot are outfit pics but tends to go live more so to chat with the people! She’ll also show all what glassblowing entails while chatting away! She loves that part and is pretty open about things but knows how to keep some things private

Personally wasn’t the biggest fan of season 1 but admits she wishes she had mc’s balls in terms of what she would have done if she was in elladine’s place when lily picked Nicky, “ugh! I wish I had her strength rising through my veins in that moment. Absolute riot. Adore her.”

‘“Licky” is a ugly ass ship name anyways so who’s really winning here?!’

Celeb crushes? Iwan Rheon, Henry Zaga, Anthony Welsh, jason derulo, & LaRoyce Hawkins

Listens to: soleima, Marisa Maino, Ava Max, poppy, Caroline polachek, Donny Hathaway, Phil Good, & SAINt JHN

Anthem — M.I.A. “Bad Girls”

#litg #litg3 #litg s3 #litg elladine #litg Nicky #litg genevieve #litg oc #litg mc #litg headcanon #litg headcanons #litg rafi #litg boat party #litg lily #litg moodboard #I like elladine and I’m in love with her design #wish they did more with her and many of the other characters too!#I hope this was sorta satisfactory lol!#can you tell I’m running out of artists and celebs/well known ppl lol!

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