#Bonnie to help them out when their having problems ask yourself why is it okay for Bonnie to be the help but not next to your faves

[cancerian-woman]

Not that everyone has to want to have kids! Let me preface that. It is something to be said that characters like Caroline, Alaric and Hayley admits they were struggling with how to raise their witch daughters because they weren’t witches didn’t understand. Then you have Bonnie who is a witch and if she had a child canonically she was going to be a witch. But was never going to be given children or have the real thought about them under the writing of those people.

[sarcasticallybee]

 Bad vibes

Damon x reader

  Walking to your next class you bit your lip when you saw Elana. You two had been close but ever since Stefan showed up she'd been acting different. That being said you chose the empty seat that was back by the door.

    Sitting down you set your bag down by your feet and began to play with your hands nervously. The teacher was new, which said a lot for where you lived.

    There were also a couple of newer students. One of them being the famous Stefan. He was cute, if you could look past his staring problem. Elana did just that considering how often the two would run off together.

   Bonnie was there too, but she was friends with Stefan which kind of put a damper on the relationship you had with her. You just couldn't sit still when the male was nearby and it felt like he always was.

   At first it was mutual classes, but then it was party's, and then the store, and even the bar. It really freaked you out. It got even worse when his brother Damon showed up. He was everywhere Elana was.

    No matter what he told you or how he acted you couldn't shake your instincts which was to bolt and never look back. However, everyone else seemed at ease with him. No one questioned where he came from or how he knew what he did. It was just accepted.

     It worried you. One time when you were walking to meet up with a boy in your class, Ethan, Stefan snuck up on you, and started small talk. You followed along easily enough but you couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eyes.

    It went on like that for months. Stefan attempting to talk to you trying to build a friendship that wasn't there. You tried to hang out with Elana and Bonnie but left when Stefan showed up.

    That's why you were excited when Bonnie and Elana invited you to a party with them, just you girls.

At first it was fun. The girls drank and you smiled along drinking water or soda. About 2 hours in Bonnie had asked you to get refills and you warily complied. Three bottles of booze for each girl and a water later you were holding back Elana's hair while Bonnie curled up in your lap.

     They smelled terrible and the puke was even worse but they were your friends so you couldn't just leave them. You'd texted Stefan from Elana's phone but he hadn't replied.

   Then just as you were losing hope Damon came through the drunk teenagers and smiled when he saw you.

"Damon!" You smiled earnestly as he made his way over.

"Hey, munchkin watcha got here?" He teased and you sighed.

"A bunch of drunk girls. Help me out?" You asked and shook his head before hoisting Bonnie up over his shoulder.

Sighing with relief you pulled Elana's hair up with a hair tie and stood up to stretch your legs.

    "Thank you." You murmured as you moved to shake Caroline awake.

   "Come on, Forbes. Get up. I have to drive you home without getting in trouble because you're drunk off your ass." You demanded and jumped when you heard Damon laughing behind you.

    Whipping around to face him you blushed. You heard Caroline groan behind you and rolled your eyes, shoving your half-drunken water bottle in her face.

   "Drink this. You'll have a killer hangover in the morning." You warned and she mumbled incoherently.

   Damon chuckled again, a smile causing his cheeks to dimple. You bit your lip anxiously before finally asking what was so funny.

    "You." He chortled and you sighed.

  "What's so funny about me, Salvatore?" You challenged and he shook his head.

    "That attitude for one. You're too quiet to have such a mouth on you." He confessed and you opened your mouth to retort but he cut you off.

   "For two you're sassing the daughter of the sheriff who believes she's the queen of everything." He added and your nose scrunched up.

    "Okay I do those things, but I don't see what's funny about them." You huffed as you turned to pull Caroline up who was still murmuring and on the verge of throwing up again.

"Caroline, please for the love of God, don't puke on me." You groaned and she whined at you.

Rolling your eyes you grabbed her arm and yanked her up hard. She yelped but at the moment you didn't care. She smacked at you weakly but you just slapped her hands away.

"Forbes do not make me back hand you." You threatened and she gasped at you.

"You wouldn't dare!" She said sounding aghast.

You quirked a brow before pushing her off towards Elana.

"I'll drive Caroline home if you can get Elana and Bonnie back." You offered and he winced.

"What is it?" You asked and he shifted his grip on Bonnie.

"You know Stefan?" He asked and you nodded as you picked up the empty beer bottles and solo cups.

"Well he doesn't trust me with Elana." He shrugged and you crinkled your nose.

"You're kidding right?" You asked as you stood up and he shook his head.

"Nope." He replied popping the 'p'.

Rolling your eyes again you walked over to Elana dropping the bottles next to you. Grabbing her by the chin you forced her face up so you could speak to her.

"Hey, Gilbert. Do you care if Damon drives you home or are you such an obedient little house wife that you have to hang onto Stefan's every word and do whatever your told?" You asked annoyed as she shook her head no.

"Stefan said-" she started to say but you'd heard enough.

"I don't give a rats ass what Stefan said. You know why? Because Stefan isn't here. You know who is? Damon. So either you grow a pair and get a ride home with Damon or you stay here and wait for your prince charming. Up to you." You shrugged before pulling your hand away aggressively.

She murmured incoherently but you didn't have the patience to listen. Walking over to Caroline you pulled her away from the tree she was leaning on. Walking into the partiers you shoved the drunk teens away from you. Some stumbled away and others fell flat on their asses. You could hear Damon cackling behind you as you made your way to the cars.

Finding yours you fished out your keys and opened the door dumping Caroline in the passenger seat. She whined but you ignored her shoving her legs into the car. Then you made your way around the vehicle, to your trunk. Pulling it open you grabbed two trash bags, a water, and a 5 gallon bucket. Opening one of the bags you put it in the bucket before walking to the front of the car and handing it to Caroline along with the water.

"If you need to puke, do it in there not in my car. Drink some water, too." You ordered and she nodded tucking the bucket between her knees and holding the water in her lap.

Going back to the trunk you grabbed the bag and slammed the trunk shut.

"Damon you can either put Bonnie in the back or take her to your car. I don't really care. I'm gonna go get Stefan's little princess." You muttered before making your way back to the drunk Elana.

She hadn't moved since you left her so you opened the second bag and began to throw the trash into it. No point in littering if you could help it.

Then you grabbed her phone and clicked on Stefan's contact hitting the call button. It rang 4 times before he picked up.

"Elana?" He asked and you fought the urge to cuss him out.

"Not Elana." You grumbled, annoyed.

"Y/n. Why do you have Elana's phone?" He asked and you rolled your eyes.

"Well Stefan if you checked your texts you would know exactly why. However since you're so incompetent let me summarize. Your little princess is drunk off her ass and refuses to let Damon drive her home because you said so. So either you come get her or I manhandle her little ass and-" you started to threaten but the phone was taken from you.

"Heyyy brother. Sorry about that, y/n may have had a little more to drink than I thought." Damon chuckled and you glared at him.

"Damon you and I both know-" you argued but he shushed you with a finger.

"Yes Stefan. Yes I have it covered with the other 3. Yes, you can come get her. She's- y'know what yeah. Yeah." Damon spoke and you glared.

Finally he hung up and handed you the phone. Taking it you shoved it into Elana's chest as you whirled on the man.

"What was that!? I had it covered!" You snapped and he quirked a brow.

"Sweetheart you were trying to get yourself killed." He smirked and you frowned.

"He's a dick." You defended and he laughed.

"I won't argue with that, but you have to pick and choose your battles." He smiled and you folded your arms in front of your chest.

"Are you saying you would have let him kill me?" You grinned and his eyes widened.

"I-" he started but you shook your head.

"I'm teasing Salvatore." You smiled before moving to Elana.

"Hey, drunk baby. Your boy toy is coming to get you." You told Elana as you handed her a water bottle.

She lifted her head slightly before pushing the bottle away.

"Elana." You snapped and she glared at you.

"You're a bitch." She whined and you reared back.

"Excuse me?" You laughed and she shook her head.

"Stefan said that you're a stubborn bitch. He doesn't want me hanging out with you anymore." She mumbled and your gaze hardened.

"Is that right?" You muttered before you heard Stefan behind you.

"Elana!" Whirling around you saw him leaning against a tree staring at you.

"Oh look! Elana look who finally showed up! It's your prince!" You mocked and the male quirked a brow at you.

"What's your problem?" He barked as he moved towards you.

"You! You're my problem! Who do you think you are? Huh?" You snapped as you moved to get in his face.

"Excuse me?" He demanded and you smirked.

"Clearly you heard me. You're my problem! Can't have Elana doing anything you don't like because you're so insecure!" You taunted and his eyes darkened.

"Y/n..." You heard Damon warn but ignored him.

"You won't let Damon near her because you're worried she'll see just how pathetic you are! That scares you doesn't it?" You snarled and the male raced forward grabbing you by the neck.

"Shut. Up." He ordered and you grinned.

"That's right Stefan. Show her just how much of a monster you are." You spat. At first his hand tightened around your throat but then he threw you away, into Damon.

Coughing you smiled.

"That's what I thought." You boasted as the male turned his back to you.

As he turned back around you felt Damon's grip on your waist tighten.

"Damon, control your bitch or I'll kill her." He warned and you glared.

"Do it. Elana will never forgive you." You seethed and the males eyes sparked with renewed anger.

He charged at you but Damon was quick to guard you.

"Walk away Stefan. Take Elana and leave." He coaxed and you held the back of his jacket as your heart pounded.

"Fine." Stefan snapped as he scooped Elana up and disappeared into the party goers.

When he was gone Damon turned to face you. He pulled out his phone and shown the flashlight on you neck and you saw him wince.

"It's not that bad is it?" You asked and his eyes met yours.

"Could be worse. It's just-" he started but stopped.

"Just what Salvatore? Don't pussy out on me now." You teased pushing his chest lightly.

"You're crazy." He shrugged and you smirked.

"I thought you liked crazy?" You offered and he smiled.

"I like crazy, but you are a whole other kind." He taunted and you leaned back in mock offense.

"Well Salvatore you have to admit I put on a good show." You bragged and shook his head.

"Y/n you will be the death of me." He told you and you raised a brow.

"Why is that?" You asked taking the bait.

"Because I wanted to tear Stefan apart for touching you. I want to tear him apart." He ground out and your eyes widened.

"Why Damon! Did you just threaten to kill someone for me?" You teased and he laughed.

"God you're amazing." He chuckled before pulling you into his chest.

"Thanks. I got it from the trauma." You joked and you felt him shake his head.

"As amazing as I am though we still have to get Bonnie and Caroline home." You sighed your arms tightening around him.

He laughed at you before picking you up bridal style.

"I'm not letting you out of my sight. Who knows how many people you could piss off when you open your mouth." He grinned and you smacked him lightly.

"I'm not that bad!" You defended and he smirked.

"No of course not. You're worse." You groaned before looking up at him.

"Hey Damon. You know what would really piss Stefan and Elana off?" You prompted with a grin.

He looked down to you before shrugging.

"Okay I'll bite. What?" He asked as he set you down in the parking area.

"This." You whispered before grabbing the back of his neck, pulling his lips into yours.

You felt him smirk against your mouth as his arms wound around your waist. You smiled as your fingers curled into his hair.

Finally when you pulled away you kept your eyes closed.

"Yep. That." You sighed and you heard Damon laugh. Opening your eyes you looked at him in question.

"Sorry, sorry. I just didn't know you were so bold." He laughed and you frowned.

"Fine I guess I won't kiss you anymore then." You pouted and he quirked a brow.

"Then I'll just have to kiss you, dear." He reckoned before grabbing you by your waist and kissing you again. And again. And again.

[queen-of-the-vampires]

Don’t Mess With The Queen

Characters: Klaus Mikaelson x Hybrid!Reader

Word count: ~1.7k

Warnings: none

Request by anonymous: Could u do a imagine where the reader is friends with the mystic falls gang and is a werewolf and finds out that she and klaus r mates?

Summary: People who you want to call your friends are planning on killing the love of your life. It’s your job to show them who’s really the boss.

Author’s Note: This is a female!reader. I did change this request a tad, but I hope you like it! I haven’t written for TVD in a while now, so please bear with me on this. After asking a few people, I have decided to end this on a fluffy note. I did write an angsty alternate ending, but I don’t know if the anon who requested wanted that or not.

No one knows why you’re really here. They all think you’re their friend, so they feel comfortable disclosing their plan right in front of you. You want to be friends with them because they seem like genuinely nice people, but they are so fueled by rage and revenge that they’ll do anything to get it… even plotting against your mate, your sire, the love of your life.

Stefan and Damon have spent their entire life fighting each other and putting their noses in places where it doesn’t belong. Elena and Caroline have always been the people who want to fix others, to make them better even if there is nothing wrong with them. Bonnie is always stuck in the middle of everyone’s problems, putting herself and others in danger for no reason.

“So, what’s the plan here?” Elena asks, taking out the last bit of weapons she has stashed in the Boarding House.

“First thing we need to do is pick a location. When is Klaus most vulnerable?” Stefan asks.

“Yeah, the last time we did that, Elijah betrayed us. That moonrock or whatever was our only chance to get him at his weakest.”

“You were one of Klaus’ bitches. What do you think?” Damon asks and turns to you.

“What?” you ask, pulling back from your own thoughts.

“You spent over two years sired to him before Tyler saved you. You must know things that can help here,” Elena says.

What she says is true. You were sired to Klaus for two years, but not in the way they believe. You were sired to him in the beginning when you were first turned by Klaus’ mother. You were a werewolf that was in the same village as Klaus and his family. You two became fast friends, always leaning on each other whenever his abusive father and your abusive mother decided to make you two their toys.

Everything was going fine until one of your own decided to kill the youngest member of the Mikaelson family. There was a family friend of Esther, Tatia, that she used her blood in a spell that would make them the Original vampires. Klaus wanted you to have the same thing, so without his parents knowing, he gave you some of that wine. You were the first-ever turned hybrid that came from a spell.

You and Klaus have spent every moment together ever since. What the gang of Mystic Falls doesn’t know is just how old you are. They think you were just another hybrid that he made with Elena’s blood, stuck with him against your will. Tyler found your pack in the mountains and proceeded to unsire every single one of Klaus’ hybrids. When Tyler got to you, that’s when you started to catch onto what he was doing.

If Tyler wanted to desperately to save you, then you were going to act like you wanted to be saved. You came to Mystic Falls and befriended the vampires in the town. Now, they all think that you hate Klaus as much as they do when really, you’re just as in love with him as you were when you first met him.

“He really liked hiding out in the woods, though, they’re usually on werewolf territory, so good luck trying to get there. It’s probably why you can never find him. The werewolves will get to you before he does. He hears chatter in the wind and he moves to another pack site.”

“That’s smart,” Caroline comments.

“Yeah, so you’re not going to find him there.”

“Guys, we need to figure out something, or else more people are going to get hurt,” Elena says. Sometimes, you really want to kill her so you don’t have to hear her speak. “Klaus needs to die.”

Hearing them talk about killing the love of your life enrages you a little bit. You could take every single person in here without breaking a sweat, but you don’t turn to violence just yet. You take out your phone to let Klaus know exactly what they’re planning. You’d be a bad girlfriend if you let them attack without warning him.

They’re planning on killing you, my love.

It’s cute if they think they can.

They seem hell-bent on figuring it out.

I’m not afraid of them if that’s what you’re worried about. They can’t hurt me even with their best player.

I’m worried someone is going to get very hurt. What should I tell them?

Tell them where I am. Let them come. If it’s a war they want, I’m only happy to provide.

Are you sure?

I’m always sure, love.

You put your phone away and look at the small group, getting up to join the elite circle.

“I do know where Klaus lives.”

“That would have been nice to know a little earlier, don’t you think?” Damon sneers.

“Damon, don’t,” Stefan butts in. “Where is he?”

“New Orleans. That place is crawling with witches and vampires, but he and his family are stationed there.”

“How do you know this?”

“Because he took me there once. The witches will know once you arrive, but most of them are scared of Klaus anyway that they’ll help you blend in. Everyone from that town knows the Mikaelsons are royalty, but their castle doesn’t have a lot of guards protecting it. If you want to get to him, that’s where you want to do it.”

“How do you know all of this? This seems awfully suspicious for someone who isn’t sired to him anymore.”

“He still thinks I am. He’ll call me every day and ask for something. He figures if he has a hybrid in another state that I can do his dirty work for him elsewhere. You want to get Klaus? That’s how you’re going to do it.”

“She does have a point. Better to take this fight to his turf than ours. He’s more comfortable there,” Stefan points out.

Now that they know a location, it didn’t take long for them to come up with a plan of attack. Of course, you told everything to Klaus as soon as you were on the plane to get to New Orleans. He told you not to worry about a thing because he’ll plan a little something for their arrival.

No one messes with the King and his Queen.

When you land in New Orleans, the gang is eager to carry out their plan of attack. Just like you said, the town is crawling with witches who sense you the minute you landed. Every single witch knows you by heart, so they’re confused why you’re with them and not with Klaus. Your love must have only told them the basic information instead of what was really going on.

“Okay, where is this son of a bitch?” Damon asks.

“The French Quarter is where he likes to hang out. You’ll want to start there. Caroline and Elena will blend in more since they’ve never been here, but you two might stick out like a sore thumb. Just be prepared. If anything, I know these guys so let me do the talking.” You pause right in front of the group and turn to Bonnie. “And Bonnie? These guys know you’re a Bennett witch. Try not to do magic unless absolutely necessary. Klaus has a thing with witches.”

You lead the group into the French Quarter while keeping your head down to avoid conflict. The group follows your lead until you reach the middle of the place you call home.

“Stay here,” you say and leave the group on your own.

You approach the small bar within the Quarter, and lean over the counter a tad, looking at the bartender.

“Is Klaus here?”

“I’m right here,” you hear your lover’s voice. You and the Mystic Falls gang turn to see him standing in one of the many doorways that enter the French Quarter. “I hear you’re looking for me?”

“Where in the world did you hear that?” Damon asks, giving you a side glare. You step away from the group and speed over to Klaus, standing just a tad behind him. He smirks and doesn’t break eye contact with the older brother. “Traitor.”

“It isn’t a betrayal if I was never on your side to begin with,” you state.

“What are you doing? You’re not sired to him anymore,” Stefan tries to appeal to you.

“My sire bond wore off in the tenth century. I’m a lot older than you think I am. I really did want to be your friend, but you’re all so driven by rage and revenge that you can’t leave us alone until we’re fixed to the standards set by you. Next time you plan to kill someone, you should think twice about who you let into your home.”

“We should get going,” Elena whispers.

“Always the level-headed one, Elena. Too bad you can’t,” Klaus grins.

Stefan and Damon try to leave using their vampire speed, but they are blocked by the spell put there from the witches in this town. It’s like a big spell to trap the four vampires and the one witch inside. Caroline steps into the sun and immediately screams in pain, seeking the shade to calm her burning skin.

“My daylight ring isn’t working.”

“Yes, you’re all trapped here. For how long is still yet to be determined. Welcome to the French Quarter ladies and gentlemen,” Klaus chuckles.

“I can’t use my magic,” Bonnie panics.

“The next time you even think about going after Klaus, I won’t be so nice,” you say.

Klaus wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close, whispering something into your ear.

“Pardon us, we have other business to tend to.”

Klaus leads you away from the group, and only when you two are alone, does he turn you so that you’re facing him.

“You can relax, Klaus, no one is going to hurt you. Not as long as I am alive.”

“I can take care of myself, love,” he chuckles.

“Yeah, but isn’t it better when I do it?”

“Tenfold.”

“Always and forever, my love,” you whisper.

You lean in and press your lips to his, showing him just how much you love him.

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[leossmoonn]

could i please request a stefan fluff where the reader is like spanish or smth, but she speaks ij english with everyone. and her and stefan are dating. so one day she gets upset over smth so she starts ranting in spanish and stefan can't understand a thing. and he's like "oh- ok-" even though he didn't understand anything. if not thats ok! have a nice day!!

have a nice day too <33

masterlist

pairing - stefan salvatore x spanish speaking, fem!reader

type - fluff, angst

note - i put the reader as a spanish speaker and not just spanish, so it could be more inclusive :). and i'm so sorry that this is so bad. i couldn't come up with a better plot like i wanted to, but i hope you enjoy anyways!

warnings / includes - language, kissing, food and alcohol mention, cute couple stuff, you getting upset (duh), kissing, stefan trying to be supportive but also being really confused lol. you all are like in your late 20s for this lol. for those who aren't spanish speakers, i will put translations in little text under each sentence/paragraph

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"Sí. Bueno, lo retomaré más tarde. Gracias," you hung up the phone, setting it down with a smile on your face.

["Yes. Okay, I will pick it up later. Thank you."]

"Hey, who was that?" Stefan come over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"That was Lucas's friend. He was able to get the cake and the cupcakes made early!" You squealed, jumping up and down in his arms.

"Oh, that's awesome! Looks like Caroline won't be bugging you anymore," Stefan chuckled.

"Oh, I know. Man, am I happy to finally get this party planning over with," you sighed, turning around and leaning against the counter.

You smiled as you came face-to-face with your boyfriend. You hung your arms around his neck lazily, twirling the hair on the nape of his neck with your first fingers.

"Tired?" Stefan raised a brow, settings hands on your hips.

"Exhausted. And to think the actual party is tonight," you chuckled. "Well, that's the easiest part, right?" Stefan asked.

"Yeah, watching over twenty-to-twenty five eleven years olds is easy," you rolled your eyes.

"You'll have help. Caroline, me, Bonnie, Ric, Elena, Matt. Even Damon has volunteered to watch them!"

"Or lure them in a back corner and fed on them," you scoffed. "Hey, Damon's a lot of things, but he is not a child-blood-sucker," Stefan defended.

"Awe, you're defending him. How cute," you booped his nose.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. We are goals. Or whatever the kids are saying these days."

You giggled at his words, turning back around as you heard the front door open. You looked to see Caroline, Bonnie, and Elena carrying the twins, a bunch of presents, and at least five boxes of pizza.

"Damn. I wish you guys bought me this many presents!" You exclaimed.

"Oh, shut up. We give you a bottle of champagne and you're already over the moon," Elena snickered.

"Well, what can I say? I'm a simple gal," you grinned.

"Hey, Stef, can you help, please? Put these next to the window sill," Bonnie ordered as she was carrying most of the presents.

"Yeah, of course," Stefan nodded. He ran over to her with his vampire speed, picking up the presents at lightening speed and laying them out in towers.

"Thank you," Bonnie sighed. "Yeah, no problem. Hey, why didn't you just use your magic to carry them in?" Stefan asked.

"I need to save my energy for the kids," Bonnie explained.

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. I didn't know we were letting the world know our secret," you frowned.

"We aren't! They're just a bunch of kids. Plus, we can just compel them to forget. Josie and Lizzie really want to show them tricks, too," Caroline bounced the twins in her arms.

You looked to the two girls who were giggling and smiling. You sighed, "Fine. Anyways, guess who was able to get the cake and the cupcakes."

"Oh, my God! You?" Caroline gasped. "Yep. Call me Santa Claus 'cause I just delivered!" You grinned.

Elena, Bonnie, and Stefan cringed at your joke.

"Not your best work, Y/n," Elena shook her head.

"What! Hey, that was pretty good," you frowned. "You'll get 'em next time, babe," Stefan smiled, going over to you and patting you on the back.

"Okay, you guys are just jealous because you're not as funny as me," you scoffed.

"Oh, yeah, we're jealous all right," Bonnie smirked.

You opened your mouth to retort back, but your phone started ringing. You looked at the Caller ID, seeing that it was your brother, Lucas. You gave them all a death glare, picking up your phone and going into the other room.

"Hey, amigo, what's up?" You asked.

"Uh, bad news, chica," Lucas sighed. "Oh?" You raised a brow.

"Yeah, turns out that Darryl can't make the cake or the cupcakes today."

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Your eyes were wide as saucers as you thought of what to say.

"Y/n? Please say something," Luca begged.

You turned your head, your face screwing up in guilt and anger as you saw Lizzie and Josie playing with Bonnie and Stefan. You turned back and focused on the conversation you were having with you very trusting brother.

"¿Qué quiere decir Darryl no puede hacer el pastel o cupcakes?"

[What do you mean darryl can't make the cake or cupcakes?"]

"I mean that he can't make them. Do I need to explain to you what those words mean? And why are you speaking in Spanish? Afraid someone will —"

"En realidad, lo soy, Lucas. Dios, eres tan poco confiable. ¡Y ese amigo tuyo! Espera, ¿podría recuperar mi dinero?"

["Actually, I am, Lucas. God, you are so unreliable. And that friend of yours! Wait, am I going to be able to get my money back?"]

"Um… probably not. But it's okay, I'll pay you back!"

"Ah, ¿cuándo? ¿Después de sacar dinero del fondo universitario de su hijo? ¿O se lo van a pedir a mamá y papá esta vez?"

["Oh, when? After you take out money from your child's college fund? Or are you going to ask mom and dad for it this time?"]

"Hey, don't blame me! Blame Darryl. All I did was hook you up with him!"

"Y probablemente sabías que era un gilipollas mentiroso y que robaba dinero. Llámame de vuelta cuando seas capaz de no mentirme, ¿sí?"

["And you probably knew that he was a lying, money-stealing asshole. Call me back when you're able to not lie to me, yeah?"]

"Wait, Y/n, I-"

You hung up the phone, throwing it on the chair next to you. You groaned quietly, the bridge of your nose burning as tears welled up in your eyes.

"¿Cómo puedes ser tan estúpido, Y/n? Confiando en él después de todo lo demás que ha hecho. Estúpido, estúpido, estúpido!"

["How can you be so stupid, Y/n? Trusting him after everything else he's done. Stupid, stupid, stupid!"]

Stefan, who was throwing up Lizzie and Josie in the air, heard your mutters in the other room. He frowned and put the girls down, promising them that he would be back in a second after checking up on you. He walked into the next room slowly, putting his arm around you lightly.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

You jumped at his voice and touch, sniffling and wiping the tears from your face. "Y-Yeah. Just some um, family stuff."

"Want to talk about it?" Stefan asked.

You sighed, turning around to him. His hand intertwined with yours, squeezing it for support.

"It's just… Lucas. He's just so… jodidamente molesto," you sighed. "Él simplemente no piensa en otras personas y las consecuencias. Quiero decir, trata de ayudar, lo que es agradable, pero siempre termina por pagar dinero a la gente, o termina por tener un ojo negro."

[“He is just so… fucking annoying. He just doesn't think about other people and the consequences. I mean, he tries to help, which is nice, but he always either ends up owing people money, or ends up having a black eye.”]

"O-Oh, yeah," Stefan nodded, his brows furrowed as he tried to understand. But you were speaking so fast and with so much anger, he barely picked up a word.

"Y como su hermana mayor, sé que probablemente se supone que voy fácil con él, pero es un hombre crecido. ¡Debe saber estas cosas! Ugh, sabía que debería haber ordenado a ellos como, Target o algo, pero el amigo de su “aparentemente” es capaz de hacer diseños realmente lindos y hacer arte fondant en tiempo récord, así que tomé mis mis oportunidades. ¿Y adivina dónde estoy ahora?"

[“And as his older sister, I know I'm probably supposed to go easy on him, but he's a grown man. He should know these things! Ugh, I knew I should've just ordered them from like, Target or something, but hsi friend "apparently" is able to do really cute designs and make fondant art in record time, so I took my chances. And guess where I am now?”]

"Right, right. Wow, I'm sorry, babe, I —"

"Ciento cincuenta dólares cortos con dos niñas que van a estar tristes cuando no consiguen su pastel de sirena barbie y cupcakes con temática de Minecraft. ¡Argh!"

["One hundred and fifty dollars short with two little girls who are going to be sad when they don't get their Barbie Mermaid cake and Minecraft-themed cupcakes. Argh!"]

You stopped your rant when you noticed Stefan looked at you with a confused expression on his face. You thought for a moment to yourself, beginning to laugh at yourself as you realised you were speaking in Spanish.

"I'm sorry, Stef. I didn't realise you couldn't understand me."

He smiled and shrugged. "No worries. At least you were able to get it all out, right?"

"A little. When I punch Lucas, I'll be able to get it all out," you grinned.

"That's my girl."

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A Bourbon Street Wedding

Enzo St. John x Mikaelson! Reader

Part 4 of 4: ( Part One, Part Two, Part Three)

Words: 3859

Summary: The big day has finally arrived.  You couldn’t have asked for anything more perfect. 

Notes: I can’t believe it’s been around 3ish years since I started this series. To anyone out there who is still reading, thank you! This is the final part in my Enzo and the Originals Series and I really hope you guys enjoyed. Thank you so much for reading! Warning: So much fluff ahead. Lovey dovey fluff, family fluff, just all kinds of fluff. 

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The New Orleans’ sound did not wake you up. It was the feeling of someone looming over you as you slept that crept deep into your slumbering mind and forced you awake. Your eyes fluttered open and you screamed. Caroline stood over you, hands on her hips and rage in her eyes. 

“How are you still sleeping?” She shrieked yanking the covers off of you. You groaned and turned your head to look at the alarm clock. “The wedding is only seven hours away! We need to get ready!” Enzo rolled over, covering his ears with his pillow. Caroline grabbed your hand and Enzo’s arm and dragged you out of the bed.  

“Caroline, I appreciate how much you’ve done to help, but-” Enzo started groggily. Caroline shoved a bag of hair product at him and pushed him out into the hall. 

“Damon got here earlier, he’s waiting downstairs for you.” 

“But-”

“No, buts, we are already way behind schedule.” Caroline huffed. Her planner-face calmed and she smiled at both of you, stepping to the side so you could look at each other. “Alright, you two. This is it.” The last time you would see each other before the ceremony. You just stared at Enzo, speechless. Neither of you could even begin to know what to say, so you just laughed nervously. Caroline slammed the door. “Okay, let’s do this.” 

Bonnie, Rebekah, and Hayley all burst into the room. Hayley pushed play on the stereo and music blasted, mostly cheesy romance songs that Caroline had insisted upon. Bonnie popped a bottle of champagne and Rebekah toyed with your hair while Hayley and Caroline talked about their daughters. 

“Hope is staying with her grandmother this morning. Mary is bringing her later.” Hayley explained. 

“Ric’s staying with the girls. He sends his best.” Caroline announced. You nodded and smiled. Alaric was your friend, despite his complicated relationship with the rest of your family. Then again, most of your friends had a complicated relationship with your family. Caroline scowled. “Stefan has elected himself as the selfless martyr who will not be attending so he doesn’t ‘cause a scene’.” She rolled her eyes. You took her hand swinging it back and forth playfully. 

“You deserve better.” You noted. Bonnie raised a glass.

“Amen to that.” She handed out the drinks and the morning passed by with many giggles and indecisive arguments over what color lipstick you should wear. When all was settled, you were cast into a frenzy of makeup and hair curlers until Caroline declared your look to be ‘just right’. 

Meanwhile, downstairs, a reluctant vampire stood outside the gate, tempted to turn around and run as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Of course, the first person to greet him didn’t exactly put his mind at ease. 

“Damon Salvatore…” Klaus chuckled darkly. “What a pleasure to see you again.” 

“Niklaus.” Elijah called from inside. “Do stop frightening the best man.” The oldest living Mikaelson came out and stood by his brother. “Hello Damon.” Damon gave the pair a reluctant wave. The magic witchy Mikaelson- one that Damon didn’t even know existed until now- invited him in and the three lead him to the room where Enzo was getting ready. Damon death-glared him as Freya went upstairs and the brothers stood on either side of him, like minions of death. 

“Please tell me you’ve got bourbon.” He grumbled, side-glancing the two originals, waiting for one to pounce. Enzo watched in irritation as Damon threw his stupid, trademarked leather jacket onto the chair. Kol glared from his spot on the sofa. 

“I thought we’d already gone over the guest list.” He sneered. “I would’ve made sure that this-”

“Behave yourself Kol.” Elijah warned. 

“It’s nice to know none of you have changed.” Damon snarked, snatching up the bottle of bourbon on the side-table. He poured himself a drink and downed it quickly. “And neither has your taste in liquor.” Enzo growled.

“You’re here for a reason, Damon.” He groaned. “You already missed the bachelor party, now please, do something helpful.” 

“You missed one hell of a night, Damon.” Kol smirked, licking his lips. 

“Yeah, I heard about those call girls going missing.” Damon noted. “I’m surprised at you, Elijah. I never took you for one of us miscreants.” Elijah kept up his stoic expression, his tone betraying his slight annoyance.

“I refrained from last night's activities.” 

“He was absolutely no fun.” Klaus whined. “Lovesick fool. Hayley’s practically got him on a leash.” Kol and Klaus both snickered. Elijah shook his head, but couldn’t stop himself from smiling. He really was a lovesick fool, not that he was ashamed to admit it. And with Davina and Cami both gone, he didn’t reprimand his brothers for their partying. 

“I believe that I was not the only so-called ‘buzzkill’ at the party.” He pointed out, his eyes on the groom. Damon’s jaw dropped. 

“Enzo?” He fake-gasped. “Has our blood-thirsty party man finally turned into a hopeless romantic?” Enzo rolled his eyes and shrugged. 

“Just because I’m not a brute, doesn’t mean I’m a hopeless romantic.” He smirked. “Undeniably in love, yes. But not hopeless.” 

“I think I’m going to be sick.” Kol pretended to gag. “You remember you’re speaking of my twin? I know a couple secrets about her you would not find so romantic.” 

“Kol.” Elijah scolded. “We wouldn’t want Lorenzo getting cold feet now would we?”

“Yes because then I would have to remove them.” Klaus threatened, casting a dark look to the groom. Enzo gulped and began to tie his tie over his pristine white shirt. Elijah had picked it out, which meant that it was the best money could buy. 

You both looked perfect. After all, this was the biggest moment in all your centuries of living. The girls gathered around you and let out a collective sigh of awe. This was it. 

The guests were beginning to arrive and you felt your heart pounding, wishing that you could be with him to calm your nerves. But of course, it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the ceremony and with your shared history of weddings, you needed all the luck you could get.  And so you waited, tapping your foot at an alarming speed and trying to take deep breaths. 

“Everything alright dear sister?” Kol wondered with a smirk, leaning against your doorway. Caroline, Rebekah, Bonnie and Hayley were all getting ready to be the perfect bridesmaids and Freya was preparing to officiate the wedding. She had been so excited when you asked her and you couldn’t think of anyone else you wanted to say the words ‘I now pronounce you husband and wife’. 

“What could go wrong?” You looked at your twin and smiled nervously. Kol’s face suddenly darkened. 

“Well I can think of something.” He growled. You turned to see who he was looking at and gasped. Kol stepped towards Marcel.  “I don’t recall sending your invitation.” 

“I just came to tell Y/N congratulations.” He held up his hands a sign of peace. “I don’t want to cause any problems. Not today.” Kol continued to loom ferociously over Marcel until you stepped in between them. 

“Kol, why don’t you go make sure that Klaus hasn’t killed any of the guests? I don’t want a single speck of blood on him when he and Elijah walk me down the aisle.” You were able to shoo him away before he could object, turning back to Marcel with fiery eyes. “Of all the days you decide to make amends…”

“I’m not asking for your forgiveness for not telling you I was alive all those years.” He started. “I’m asking you not to hate me. All I want is for things to go back to the way they were before everything happened. We were pretty close friends, you and me.” 

Thick as thieves, more like it. While Marcel was like a son to your older brother and a lover to Rebekah, he was always one of your dearest friends. You were devastated when you believed your father had killed him. When you discovered he was really alive, you were both relieved and furious. All those years and never once had he reached out to find you. Seeing him stand before you now erased all of your anger. 

“You say it like I’ve forgotten.” You cried, pulling him into a hug. “Thank you for coming, Marcel. You don’t know how much it means to me.” You pushed away with a small smile on your face and tears in your eyes. 

“Hey,” He comforted, placing a hand on your cheek. “We can’t have you crying before the wedding.” 

“Would you stay?” You pleaded. “Please, Marcel. It would make this day even more perfect.” He gave you a look. 

“Can you promise none of your siblings are going to try to kill me?”

“You know I can’t.” You both laughed and he agreed to stay, sneaking down into the courtyard where the ceremony was taking place. With him gone, you were alone again and the unstoppable nerves returned. “Come on, Y/N. You have faced centuries of trials and vicious enemies. You’re just-”

“Pledging to spend the rest of eternity with someone with probably as much emotional baggage as yourself?” Klaus finished, stepping into the room. Elijah had managed to get him into a suit and he completed it with his famous mischievous grin. 

“Shouldn’t you be downstairs with Elijah?” You put your hands on your hips. 

“Oh come now, don’t be so cross. It is, after all, the happiest day of your life.” He replied smugly. “I simply wanted a word with you before the festivities begin.” He led you to sit on one of the sofas, taking your hand in his own. 

“What’s this about, Nik?”

“I know that I have been… difficult these past centuries.” He smirked and you couldn’t help but laugh in agreement. “The truth is, Y/N, that I am completely afraid of losing your love to someone else. But I have seen the way you are with Enzo and I simply cannot bring myself to take it away from you. I may be a selfish bastard, but even I do not wish to see you unhappy. I wish you the most joyous life, Y/N.” 

“Klaus,” You placed a kiss on your brother’s shoulder. “My love for you will never falter or diminish, no matter how much of a thorn in my side you are.” He gave you the loving smile that you often wished to see more of. Klaus was troubled and all you hoped for was that one day he would find the kind of happiness you had found with Enzo. 

“You look stunning.” Elijah noted from the doorway. He held out his arm. “Shall we?” Klaus and you stood and the three of you walked down to where you would be entering. Caroline and Bonnie would be first, then Rebekah with Damon, and Kol insisted on announcing you like some kind of queen. You were pretty sure he just wanted to get a laugh out of the crowd before you walked down the aisle. Of course, it was just nice to have your twin want to take part. 

You could feel yourself trembling as Caroline and Bonnie started walking. Rebekah and Damon were bickering even as they began down the aisle. You took shaky breaths and felt Elijah chuckle. 

“Everything is going to be fine.” He assured you. 

“You know, it’s never too late for me to kill him.” Klaus whispered and you elbowed his side. Kol gave you one final smirk before heading out to the front of the space. 

“Ladies and gentlemen!” He greeted. “You are all here to celebrate the union between Enzo St. John and my beautiful sister, Y/N Mikaelson. Us being twins, I could share a great deal of stories about Y/N…” He looked back towards you and you glared at him. “But that will have to wait until the reception. Now, without further adieu,” He had an exceptionally smug smile on his face now and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his final words. “Here comes the bride.” 

Enzo finally was allowed to turn around as the music began to play. His heart leapt and his breath hitched. You were the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. In fact, gorgeous wasn’t even the right word for it. Nothing could describe how you looked as you walked towards him.  As if his eyes alone had calmed you, you felt your nerves wash away and the brightest smile spread across your face as you took the first step down the aisle. The faces of your closest friends turned towards you and with each step, you felt emotions bubbling up inside. As you reached the end, Klaus gave you a wink before taking his place beside Damon, removing a stake for his pocket. 

“Klaus!” You hissed. He gave you a mischievous grin.

“Couldn’t resist.” He said, Damon taking the stake from him.  Elijah lifted your veil and you felt a tear roll down your cheek. He smiled and wiped it away, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

Freya beamed at you as she greeted the crowd and thanked them for coming to witness your union. Enzo couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The ceremony itself was simple and you and Enzo stared into each other’s eyes the entire time.

“May I have the rings?” Your oldest sister asked. Damon handed Enzo your ring and Rebekah handed you his. “The couple has prepared their own vows.” Freya nodded for you to begin and you took a deep breath, taking both of his hands in yours.

“The first day we met, you were trying to kill my best friend. However, just a few years previous so had I.” You laughed through the tears now freely falling down your face. “I thought that the only promise I would make was to my family. Our code of always being there for each other, and although it has been tested- multiple times-” You shot Klaus a look. “I want to extend that to you. I promise to love you and to protect you and cherish you. Always and forever.” You slid the ring onto his finger and laughed to yourself, wiping away the tears. You looked into his eyes to see that he was crying too.

“I didn’t know what it was like to be loved.” He began and for a moment you thought he’d blubber more than you had. He always was a romantic. But he composed himself as best he could. “Until I met you. You saw past all of the bloodshed in my past. All of my pain and anger. You had had your fair share of hurt over the years and you decided to take a broken soul and mend it. You saved me.” He took a deep breath, feeling a tear roll down his cheek. “And I plan to spend the rest of our lives trying to repay you for the love that you’ve shown me. Always and forever.” He put the ring on your finger and you both laughed at how emotional you both were. Freya smiled. 

“What are you waiting for? Kiss her.” The crowd erupted in applause as Enzo dramatically pulled you into his arms and lowered you into a dip before kissing you for the first time as your husband. 

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The reception was held at Rousseau’s, which was heavily decorated with roses and lights to the point that it no longer looked like a bar, but something from a fairy tale. Again, the handy work of Caroline. Klaus watched Caroline from his seat at the head table as everyone waited for you and Enzo to arrive. 

“Now that Lorenzo is officially family, I recommend you don’t give him the same treatment that you gave us for the past few centuries.” Elijah straightened his cufflinks with a smile, giving Klaus a side glance. 

“Of course not, Elijah. The daggers don't work on him.” Klaus grinned mischievously. “Although, there’s always the crypt in the basement.” 

“Don’t even think about it.” Rebecca chimed in. Elijah looked across the table to Hayley, feeling a deep desire to one day have this with her. To have the happiness that his sister was now experiencing. Hayley saw him and smiled, her eyes lighting up his soul, or whatever was left of it. Perhaps one day...

The doors opened and the newlyweds entered. You still couldn’t quite believe it. In all your years of living, you couldn’t think of a moment when you were half as happy as you were now. Enzo’s fingers were laced with yours as you walked towards the main table, seeing the smiles on your friends and family’s faces. The guests cheered as you took your seats. Dinner was quickly served and it wasn’t long before Rebecca stood, tapping her glass with her spoon to get the room’s attention. 

“Ah yes, it is time for the dreaded speeches.” She announced with a smile. “Being the maid of honor, I am obligated to speak for my dear older sister. And since I have over a thousand years of stories, it was difficult to pick just one. I succeeded however, in finding a memory that I believe best describes my sister.

“She and Elijah were the only two to escape Klaus without being daggered and shoved into a box.” She gave Klaus a brief glare before continuing. “In the late 1800’s, when I awoke, many things had changed. People I loved turned their back on me.” Her eyes came across Marcel, but didn’t linger for long. “Elijah reintroduced me back into society, but it was Y/N who helped me nurse a broken heart. She made me believe in my own strength again. Y/N showed me the love that only an older sister could. I am beyond delighted that her heart has finally found its equal.” She looked at Enzo happily and feigned a scowl. “But know that should anything happen to her, you will not only have my brothers to worry about.” 

“Duly noted.” Enzo nodded, his hand having never left yours. All eyes were now on the best man. Damon took a long drink from his glass and stood reluctantly. 

“There isn’t a lot I can say about Enzo before him and Y/N met. When Enzo and I first knew each other we were prisoners. We were trapped together, tortured together, and experimented on.” You felt Enzo’s grip on your hand tighten at the memory. “When I got my chance to escape, I took it. I betrayed him. Decades later, he swore revenge on me and tried to kill my girlfriend.” Reading the confusion in the crowd, he smirked. “Don’t worry, this bromance has a happy ending.” 

“Of sorts.” Enzo whispered to you and you both laughed quietly. 

“My point is that Enzo hated my guts until Y/N got him to forgive me. I believe her words were ‘There are better ways to spend an eternity than seeking revenge. Especially against an old friend.’ Anyway, here I am and here they are, so I guess we all know the end of that story.” Damon glanced at you and despite his usual smirk, you could see the sincerity in his eyes. “Elena was always rooting for the two of you to end up together, so that meant I have to too.” The crowd chuckled at his last comment, but you stood up from your chair and pulled the snarky vampire into a hug. 

“Thank you, Damon.” You whispered. “I miss her too.” You felt him return the embrace and smile sadly against your cheek. 

“She would have loved this, you know. All the gushy romance and twinkling lights.” He said, fixing a hair that had fallen out of place and tucking it behind your ear. You nodded.

“You’ll have this with her someday, Damon. And when you do, I will be the one giving the speech.” 

“Over my dead body, Mikaelson.” He snarked. “But I guess is Mikaelson St. John now. Jeez, that’s a mouthful.”

“Sit down, Salvatore.” You shook your head in amusement. As you went back to your seat beside your husband, you noticed a member of the wedding party’s chair was empty. A rush of panic shot through you. “Elijah, where’s Klaus?” 

All of your siblings turned to the vacant seat and their eyes widened. Everyone started to split up to go find him before he could cause any trouble. 

“I’ll go get Caroline, she went to the bathroom.” Bonnie said, taking off in the direction of the restrooms. You and Enzo decided to check the kitchen but were not at all prepared for what you would find. Sure enough, there was Klaus. And Caroline. On the counter. You quickly shut the door, trying to contain your laughter. You took Enzo’s hand and headed back to the table, grinning like an idiot.

“Well it’s about time.”

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As the night slowly died down, Enzo clinked his glass to acquire the crowd’s attention. Everyone focused on him as he stood, shooting you a bright smile. 

“May I have everyone’s attention? First and foremost I would like to thank each of you for coming out to celebrate this wondrous occasion. Some of you are from this beautiful city, and some came all the way from a small town called Mystic Falls.” He turned to Damon and smirked before returning his loving gaze to you. “But to end the night, I wanted to say a few words to my new wife, Y/N.”  You felt the blush rise to your cheeks and the warmth rush over you. 

“A few months ago, I discovered who my family was. As it turns out, after a century of searching and hoping, they turned out to be a bunch of thieves and betrayers. No resemblance to me, I’m sure.” The room laughed. “I’ll admit that I was crushed. But now, the Mikaelsons have accepted me into their family, some more willing than others.” Klaus shrugged with a smirk, still flushed from his little rondevu earlier. 

“I almost had you.” He teased. Enzo continued, holding his hand out for you, lifting you to stand beside him.

“None of this would have happened if it wasn’t for the brilliant, caring, incredibly sexy-” he winked and you giggled, “most wonderful girl that came into my life when I thought I had no reason left to live.” You laid a hand on his shoulder, feeling tears start to well up in your eyes as they started to in his. “She made me see that maybe there was a slight shred of hope in this eternity we were both stuck with. Y/N became my world. A world I would do anything to protect.” His hand slipped into yours. “Now we may have our disagreements, and I’m sure we have a long road of bickering and evading certain doom.” He held up his glass in one last toast for the night. “So here’s to one hell of a forever.”

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Freddy: You’re a loose cannon, Cassidy. Golden Freddy: No, I’m not. I’m a cannon, maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me? Chica: I think you play by your own rules. Bonnie: No way, they think rules were made to be broken. Freddy: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon. Golden Freddy: No, I’m just a reckless renegade. Foxy is a loose cannon. Foxy: *smashes a chair* Aah! You shut your trap, Cassidy! Bonnie: I’d say Foxy’s more of a cop on the edge with nothing to lose. That’s an entirely different thing. Chica: Now I’m just confused. Is Cassidy a loose cannon or not? Freddy: All right, put on a pot of coffee. We’re gonna get to the bottom of this. Golden Freddy: *groans* Foxy: Aw, man.

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Michael Afton: Plants have feelings too?! What is this? Now I can't have food! Lefty: You can eat a rock. Scrap Baby: Air. Molten Freddy: The fabric of time and space. Scraptrap: Chugging a bottle of bleach can solve all your problems. Michael Afton: You guys are not helpful.

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Glamrock Chica: Tell me a little about yourself. Monty: I'd rather not, I really like this group.

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JJ: When life gives you lemons, what do you do? Balloon Boy: Make lemonade! JJ: No, throw them back up in the sky and make life deal with it’s own shit.

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Daycare Attendant: You disgust me. Gregory: *eating a kitkat sideways* I realize this and don’t care.

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Glamrock Freddy: Do you have a self-care routine? Vanessa: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.

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Vanessa, ordering coffee: I’d like a light roast. Roxy: You're kinda ugly.

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Michael Afton: I have a new hoodie. Ennard: Wrong. Ennard: We have a new hoodie.

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Moon: When you've been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin. Gregory: Navy blue isn't your color. Moon: Navy blue brings out my eyes you prick! *Chases after Gregory*

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Vanessa: I hope you have an explanation for this. Glamrock Chica: We have three actually- Monty: Pick your favorite.

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Helpy: Hey, are you okay? Michael Afton: Yeah. Helpy: You don't look okay... Michael Afton: Then stop looking.

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The Puppet: Look guys, I need help. Toy Freddy: Love help? Toy Bonnie: Financial help? Mangle: Emotional help? Toy Chica: Help moving a body? *Everybody looks at Toy Chica* Toy Chica: What?

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Chica: *raises eyebrows* Foxy: Put those back down!

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Elizabeth Afton, reading her school assignment out loud: I love my library because... Elizabeth Afton, mouthing words while writing: I love reading, fuck you.

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Toy Chica: This is horrible! This is the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me! Mangle: Oh-? Even more humiliating than- Toy Chica: We are not doing this!

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Golden Freddy: William- William Afton: *sighs* Henry used to call me William... Golden Freddy: ...Because it's your fucking name.

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Elizabeth Afton: Why is my brother crying on the floor? Charolette Emily: He took one of those 'what person are you?' quizzes. Elizabeth Afton: And? Charolette Emily: He got Michael.

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Gregory: I just learned a way to get stuff on the cheap. Steal it!

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Funtime Foxy, Funtime Freddy & Bon-Bon: *screaming* Ballora: *runs into the room* What's wrong Bon-Bon?! Funtime Foxy: Wait, why are you asking Bon-Bon that when Freddy and I are also here? Ballora: Because Bon-Bon wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

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*Freddy and the Puppet playing minecraft* Freddy: Oh no, oh no, oh no- The Puppet: What’s wrong? Freddy: I did a thing. The Puppet: You regret the thing you dID- Freddy: *screams* The Puppet: What the fuck did you do- *sees mass of aggravated Piglin* Damn it- Freddy: *screams again*

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Mangle: Why don't we just call it, "M.C. Donald's?" Foxy: Because it just sounds like a stupid rapper's name. Chica: It'd just be like- "Eyo, it's ya boy, M.C. Donald!"

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Michael Afton: Ennard, remember when you said you weren’t going to interfere with my love life? Ennard: No, that doesn’t sound like me at all.

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Jeremy Fitzgerald: Can I have some water? Fritz Smith: *starts chugging his water bottle* Fritz Smith: *chokes from drinking too fast* Fritz Smith: *spills water all over himself* Fritz Smith, coughing: I don't have any water.

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Daycare Attendant: The results are in, I’m afraid you have updog… Glamrock Freddy: What’s updog? Daycare Attendant: Gregory! Get in here, I told you I could do it!

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Michael Afton: *standing on a balcony and sneezes* Henry Emily: *standing on the roof* Bless you. Michael Afton: God?!

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Gregory: Is it still visible? Where Vanessa slapped me? Glamrock Chica: Your face looks like a don't walk signal. Monty: Your face looks like a photo negative for the hamburger helper box. Roxy: A palm reader could tell Vanessa’s future by looking at your face. Daycare Attendant: The phrase 'talk to the hand cause the face ain't listening' doesn't work for you, because the hand is your face. Gregory: ...A simple 'yes' would've sufficed.

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Jeremy Fitzgerald: I have very high standards, you know. Fritz Smith: I can make spaghetti... Jeremy Fitzgerald: Oh no! You're meeting all my standards!

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Daycare Attendant: What did you guys get in your yearbook? Glamrock Chica: 'Prettiest Smile' Glamrock Freddy: 'Nicest Personality' Monty: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Roxy: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

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Freddy: Am I right, Puppet? The Puppet: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

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Michael Afton, sniffling: Calm down, I’m probably not sick. It might just be allergies. Helpy: Okay, tell me this: are you like, really tired? Michael Afton: I have depression, what do you think?

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Circus Baby: When's the last time you slept? Michael Afton: Uh... a few days ago, I think. Circus Baby: A few- how many?! Michael Afton: Uh... *starts counting on fingers* I need more fingers... Circus Baby: What you need is sleep!

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Jeremy Fitzgerald: I have a bad feeling about this... Fritz Smith: What do you mean? Jeremy Fitzgerald: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble? Fritz Smith: No? Jeremy Fitzgerald: That actually explains so much.

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Toy Chica *walks to cabinet, removes oreo box, takes half a sleeve, throws empty box out* Hi! Toy Bonnie: Hey- what are you doing-? Toy Chica, shoving an oreo into her mouth: I am saving space :D

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Roxy: I need to dye my hair. Glamrock Chica: ... Roxy: Or get another tattoo. Glamrock Chica: ... Roxy: Or a new piercing. Glamrock Chica: Why? Roxy: To, you know, appease the mental breakdown gods.

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Roxy: Who wants to go out of the country on a road trip? Gregory: Yea, I could drink legally! Monty: I could hang out with the boys! Vanessa: I could hide from the consequences of my actions.

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William Afton: What is this!? Henry Emily: That’s the weight of guilt. Give in to the nice side. Help those unfortunate, and make the guilt go away, my friend. William Afton: Ow! Make it stop! Henry Emily: Surrender to your kindness, William. It’s nice to be nice. William Afton: Your guilt is strong, my friend. But it is no match for the power of my selfishness!

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Vanessa: Gregory, how could you possibly have gotten into this much trouble in one day? Gregory: It... It didn't take me the whole day...

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Toy Chica: Shh, here comes the night guard! Toy Bonnie: Quick, Freddy, start talking about boring nerd stuff! Toy Freddy: You know, nerd culture is mainstream now, so when you use the word “nerd” derogatorily, it means you’re the one that’s out of the zeitgeist. Toy Bonnie: Yes, that’s perfect. Just like that.

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Gregory: That’s the key slice of truth we need to complete the entire truth pie. Glamrock Chica: Ooh, can we get some actual pie? Gregory: I like the way you think.

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Vanessa: What situation is not instantly improved by the addition of fishnets, I ask you. Glamrock Freddy: Being a fish. Vanessa: Well, shit.

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Roxy, rushing into the room: It’s terrible, just terrible! I am so upset! Daycare Attendant: Roxy, honey, sit down! Sweetheart, tell us all about it. Gregory, would you get Roxy some water? Gregory: What is she gonna do with water? Has water ever made you feel better when you were upset? Have you ever heard anyone say, “Thank God, the water’s here!”?

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Gregory, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

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Roxy: Thanks for opening my message and not responding. Monty All good bro, any time. Roxy: Fuck you.

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Fritz Smith, after having a nosebleed: Welp. Time to wash the blood off my hands.

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Phone Guy: Jesus Saves. Phone Dude: Passes to Moses, SCOOOOOORE!

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Vanessa: Gregory, what do you have? Gregory: A KNIFE! Vanessa: Okay, have fu- Glamrock Freddy: NO!

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Ennard on Monday: *glues a dime to the sidewalk* Heh heh heh. Ennard on Wednesday: *walking down the street* Ooh hey! A dime!

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Helpy: How are you today? Michael Afton: Please don’t make me think about my life.

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William Afton: If we lose, you’re out of the will. Crying Child: I was in the will?

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Toy Bonnie: You know what I’ve realized? Bonnie: Some thoughts are better left unsaid? Toy Bonnie: Nice try, anyways-

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Fredbear: Sure, you're verified on twitter, but are you verified in the eyes of god?

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⚜Top Hat⚜ FNAF x Reader

Word Count: 1,165

This is my first FNAF fan fic and I decided to go the x reader route. This one is a Freddy x reader and could possibly have more parts! I'm willing to write things like this for any of the others as well if you guys would like that. Feel free to request any character you'd like💕

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You'd started off as a day shift employee at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The only problem was that the company eventually had too many people on day shift and desperately needed a night guard. Had you known what you were in for you most likely wouldn't have volunteered.

You knew the mascots well. They hadn't really scared you in the least until 12am came around. In fact, they seemed completely harmless during the day, but looks can definitely be deceiving. Since the beginning of your first night on the job you began to see the darker side of the mascots you'd come to love. Bonnie especially scared you, constantly being at your left door with those glowing pinkish red eyes.

So far the only one that wasn't on your ass 24/7 was Freddy, but you didn't trust that in the least. As your E/C eyes scan the monitor in front of you you notice the bear turning to look at you, sending a shiver down your spine. You hoped that would be all he did but something told you it would be so much worse than just that.

Oh how right you were. Soon enough the large bear animatronic had made his way off of the stage. Trying to avoid Bonnie and Foxy you hadn't noticed the absence, that is, until you heard a deep laugh outside your right door.

Your E/C eyes look into the darkness beyond the door frame before you and your heartrate speeds up. It couldnt be. He wasnt supposed to move! Your E/C eyes move back to the monitor to glance at the stage. Freddy was gone. Your heart drops to your stomach as you look to the cameras closer to your office. Soon enough you see the mascot standing in the cameras view, eyes black with a single white prick of light as the pupil. This was certainly a far cry from the baby blue you were so used to seeing.

He simply stands there, staring straight into the camera. For some reason you can't pull your eyes away from him, that is until you see him disappear. Your E/C eyes widen at this and your heart practically stops.

"Fuck! Where did he go?" You whisper to yourself, searching frantically through the cameras, doing all you can to get the bear back in sight.

Then you hear deep laughter coming from directly behind you. Your eyes widen as you turn your black office chair around, searching for the source. There, in the darkness, all you can see are those odd pin pricks of white light against the black.

Before you can even think to fight back the bear has you by the neck, easily picking you up with one arm and pinning you to a nearby wall. Your heart practically beats out of your chest as you struggle to breathe. Your E/C eyes, wide with fear, manage to find the eyes of the bear you've come to enjoy so much, your heart aching from the betrayal you feel. You took care of him and the others during the day shift, always making sure that were in the best possible condition and talking to them to make sure they were okay to perform. You cared so much for them and yet here you were, struggling to breathe at the hands of your favorite of all of the animatronics. Could this truly be it?

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Standing there, believing I had finally caught the man that caused our murders my now dark eyes scan the face of the person in my grip. Recognition flashes in my eyes and Y/N yelps lightly when I release my grip. What have I done?

I watch as fear overtakes her normally kind, calm features and she moves herself into a corner, shaking all over and curled up defensively. Since when was she the night guard?

After staring at her for what feels like an eternity I hear heavy footsteps approach the left door, the bluish purple fur of Bonnie coming into my view.

"Dude what gives?" I hear him ask before he took glances down at the terrified form of Y/N. His eyes widen and he blinks in surprise. "Well shit....." He states simply.

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Watching all of this unfold in front of you only serves to make you more and more terrified. What were they going to do to you? As Freddy keeps down in front of you, you let out another small yelp of fear, shaking all over. By this point his eyes are back to their normal baby blue, making you calm down but only a little.

"Y/N? What.....What are you doing here?" You hear his deep voice ask, clearly confused. You couldn't find your voice. For a while you just sort of stare at him, fear taking over your features. You don't understand why they were doing this and quite frankly you weren't sure you wanted to know.

Thankfully, after what feels like an eternity, you begin to speak even if you only manage one word. "I-I....." You state, voice shaking as you stare up at the two animatronics. After a moment you notice that Freddy's hand is out and open in front of you, as if he's trying to help you stand.

You stare at his hand for a long while, debating on whether or not you should take it. After all that very same hand was around your neck only a few moments ago. Before you even noticed what you're doing however, your small hand is in his and he's helping you stand on rather wobbly legs. Once you're up you immediately take your hand back, moving away from him out of fear.

"I guess I deserve that." He states, a hand on the back of his neck out of nervousness. As you watch him you begin to calm down, although you're unsure of how to react to this. Then again who would know how to react in this situation. You avoid looking him in the eye, glancing over at Bonnie who now stands in the doorway.

"W-Why..." You manage, voice small and shaking. The animatronic chances down at you before sighing. "I thought you were someone else. If we'd know it was you........." He states, pausing as he watches your reaction. You stay tense, shaking lightly out of fear and looking at the ground.

"I'm sorry Y/N. Truly. I never wanted to hurt you. Are you okay?" He asks, voice full of worry. Even if you can tell he means what he's saying you can't fight back the outburst that wells inside you.

"N-No I'm not! Why would you do that?!" You yell, making the two animatronics flinch at the volume. Tears fall down your face as you bring your S/C hands up to wipe them away. Freddy sighs as he watches you, unsure how to fix this. This was going to be quite the road ahead.

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Guardian Angel | G!S

A/N: Sorry if this is bad, I’m only just getting back into writing lol. This one is for @maggiescarborough. 💛

Requested: by @maggiescarborough

Gold!Sister Reader

Word Count: 1333

Type: some fluff, violence, description of murder

Summary: Bonnie’s older sister is known for helping with the dirty work. Lucky for her, she always has her brother by her side.

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The ambush was perfectly planned. Your father had mapped out every move, every single step. There was no chance Changretta would get out of this alive. At least you hoped it would be that way.

It had been a challenge convincing your father to let you be part of it. Even though, in the end, you would always join and help the men do the dirty work, your father tried explaining to you, that this specific one – compared to all the other jobs – was too dangerous for a woman.

Luckily, you could rely on your younger brother Bonnie. Chuckling and shaking his head at his father’s desperate tries to make you stay at home. “Dad, you know she’ll be joining us, no matter what you say. And that she’ll be more than useful.”

A deep sigh.

An eyeroll.

But he gave in. As usual. And you knew it wouldn’t be the last discussion you would have regarding the job. Only half an hour later, you were staring at your father tauntingly, an eyebrow raised.

He shook his head violently. “Absolutely not.”

“Stop resisting, you’ll only make the bad decision of sending one of the men up on the bridge.”

“You’re going to get hurt, Y/N,” he tried to explain, clearly unhappy with your stubborn behavior.  

You huffed. “If someone would get hurt, you wouldn’t be executing it this way. Or is your plan not as good as it seems?”

“No!” your father exclaimed, a little too loud.

“No,” he repeated with a lower voice, running his hand over his face, sighing for what seemed like the millionth time. “No, the plan is good.”

“So, what’s the problem? I’ll clearly be quicker and quieter. They won’t notice me, I promise,” you told him, sending him a kind smile.

His weak spot.

The gorgeous smile of his second-oldest daughter. The tough one. The one he would never, could never tame. A wild, but lovely soul. And if Aberama were truly honest with himself, the daughter he was most proud of. She was fearless, courageous and completely independent. She didn’t need a man to rely on. The only person she had to rely on was herself. And he knew, she’d be safest on her own.

“Fine.”

As a result, you were now crouched behind a large bush, as close to the bridge as possible, watching Changretta’s vehicle roll past you, directly towards the wagon you and Bonnie had tipped to the side only five minutes earlier. A police car was positioned on the other side, waiting for our carriage to be cleared out of the way. The automobile abruptly came to a halt and you heard mumbling in a language you did not understand. A police officer went over to the Italians and spoke to them through the window.

“What’s that accent?” you heard the officer ask.

An incomprehensive answer.

“Well, you gonna have to wait – we waited for you fucking yanks until 1918. It’ll be clear in twenty minutes.”

With that, the officer turned around and went back to his vehicle.

Your father knew he would get out of his car. He knew Changretta would not be patient enough to wait twenty minutes for the path to be cleared.

It took thirty seconds. You almost chuckled to yourself. Thirty seconds. What a child.

The slamming-shut of the doors was your sign. You straightened yourself up and stepped out from behind the bush. You had to be fast, probably only had a few seconds to complete your task.

Your feet silently carried you over the road, the coolness of the knife against the palm of your right hand. Your grip on the weapon was tight, but not in a nervous way. You weren’t nervous, you were cautious. Your father, your brother depended on you. And as much as you hated to think about it – Thomas fucking Shelby depended on you.

A few steps later, you were stood next to the driver’s side. A man in a black coat and a black hat was sat behind the steering wheel, watching the men in the middle of the bridge. He was so focused, that he didn’t notice you appearing beside him and lifting the knife. You also raised your left arm.

Just to be sure, you thought to yourself, before covering the driver’s mouth with your glove-covered hand, startling him and most likely scaring him to death.

Almost literally.

With a swift and precise movement, the silver blade ran over the poor man’s throat. Blood spilled out of him. He started chocking and coughing, but you kept your hand over his mouth, keeping him from making any noise at all.

When he eventually stopped splattering blood all over himself, you let go of him and began taking careful steps back to your hiding spot, constantly watching the Italians’ movements. You knew you would succeed. You knew your father would have nothing to worry about. And you knew the plan would work. It always did.

Positioned back behind the large plant, you suddenly heard a whisper.

“Y/N!”

You whipped your head around, spotting your brother a little further down between the trees. He nodded his head, gesturing you to join him and abandon your hideout. You shook your head, grinning and mouthing no.

But Bonnie wasn’t satisfied with your response. He began waving his arm, signaling for you to move down. Please, he mouthed back, sending you a smirk.

Eventually, you sighed and looked back to the happenings on the bridge. Maybe it really was best for you to get away from Changretta’s car. You were still super close.

You noticed the Italians getting fed up with the officer and returning to their vehicle. If you wanted to move, it had to be now. They would notice their dead friend at any point now. So, you sent a last glance to the enemies before hurrying down to Bonnie, ducking the entire way, so nobody would spot you.

“That was smooth!” Bonnie complimented. “Let’s make sure the next few minutes work out just as amazing.”

You gave him a wink and crouched down beside him. “I told dad there would be nothing to worry about.”

Instead of replying to you, your brother nudged you with his elbow. “They noticed.”

A blink of an eye later, you heard a shot. Your father and one of your men had started shooting, hitting one of Changretta’s guys. Bonnie quickly loaded his gun in response and started shooting as well. Unfortunately, none of his shots hit a target. Instead, Changretta and his fellow grabbed their own guns, firing back at us. Since they did not know where the shots came from, they pointed their weapons aimlessly into the woods.

Though, as it turned out, you were not paying enough attention, because you did not realise that Changretta eventually spotted you and Bonnie. For some silly reason, you were so inattentive, that you did not notice the gun barrel pointed towards the two of you.

Suddenly, you heard a gunshot. Simultaneously, you were pushed out of the way by your brother.

It only took you a splint of a second to comprehend what had happened.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry Bon!”

He was bleeding. A lot.

“Fuck, I should’ve seen that coming,” you exclaimed, pressing your hand against his wound. Luckily, the bullet had only hit his arm.

“It’s okay,” he groaned, trying to smile at you.

You frowned. “Stop smiling, why would you do that?”

“Smiling or saving your life?”

He chuckled lightly.

“Both. But mostly, why would you take my bullet? I could’ve handled a shot wound, trust me. It would not have been the first time.”

“I would die for you, sis,” he said, the widest grin on his face. “I’m your personal guardian angel.”

You snorted at his ironic comments. “You’re a fool, Bonnie Gold. Thank you, though.”

And without feeling even a tiny bit bad, you pressed a little harder on his wound, making your sweet brother scream out in pain.

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Damon Salvatore x reader

Requested by anon/Summary: You get jealous of how much time he spends with Elena so whenever she’s around you get really clingy and affectionate to show that he’s taken. 

A/N: Anon-- hope you like it!! xx 

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You were fixing your makeup when Damon walked into the room, “Hey, you need to take a shower cause I’m almost ready to go.” You smile. The two of you were having date night. It was the one night this week you didn’t have to work and the two of you could use a night to yourself. 

“Sorry, I have to go.” He’s grabbing his phone and keys from the bedside table. 

You turn around in the chair, “Wait, what? Why?” 

“I’ll be back before our reservation. I promise.” He walks over and leans down to kiss you, but you pull back. 

“Damon, this is our date night. The only night I have off.” You frown, “What could be more important than that?” That’s when it dawned on you; Elena Gilbert.

 He can tell it’s registered with you, “I’m sorry, I have to go. She needs me and you know Stefan is in ripper mode. I promise I’ll be back before the reservation.” 

You sigh before nodding, “Fine. Whatever.” 

He presses a kiss on your forehead before walking out the door, “I love you!” 

“I love you too,” You mutter, turning back to the mirror. You knew he wouldn’t make it back in time. You grab your makeup remover wipes and begin taking off the makeup. 

~ 

You’d fallen asleep by the time he made it back from Elena’s. He pressed a soft kiss to your head before slipping in bed next to you. The next morning when you woke up, he wasn’t in bed. Sighing you got out of bed and brushed your teeth before making your way downstairs. You could hear laughing and what sounded like someone cooking. Throwing your hair into a ponytail you walk into the kitchen to find Damon making breakfast and across from him at the island was… Elena. Of course.

 “Good morning..” 

Both of them look up and smile, “Good morning, coffee is on the counter.” Damon motions behind him with the spatula. 

“Elena.” You mumble, walking by her. 

“Damon’s making pancakes.” She says, sipping her coffee.

 You nod, “I can see that.” You walk over to the counter and pour yourself a cup of coffee, “I didn’t know you were here.” 

“I brought her back with me last night. Just didn’t think it was safe with her being there without Jeremy.” Damon says, flipping a pancake.

 You turn around and lean against the counter, taking a sip of your coffee, humming in response. You can see she’s watching Damon, who is of course shirtless, make the pancakes. 

She smiles, “Damon was sweet enough to bring me back last night. I was having a rough night.” 

You give her a forced smile, “Yeah he’s sweet isn’t he?” You set your coffee down and wrap your arm around Damon, leaning up to kiss him on the lips, slipping your tongue along his lower lip. You knew what it did to him. “good morning handsome..” You smile into the kiss.

 He sets the spatula down and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close, “Good morning to you too.” He smirks, leaning down to kiss you again. 

“Bring me breakfast upstairs?” You ask, grabbing a strawberry and taking a bite of it, winking at him before slipping out of the kitchen and back upstairs, making sure to sway your hips as you leave. You needed to make sure Elena knew Damon was taken, which is why when Damon came upstairs to give you breakfast, you didn’t stay quiet. You made sure she knew Damon was happily taken.  

~

The next evening at the Grill you were serving behind the bar when you spotted Damon walking in. He was looking around the bar and you thought he was looking for you. You smiled and went to raise your hand so he’d know you were behind the bar tonight but his eyes met someone else at the back. Your eyes followed his and there was Elena, Caroline and Bonnie. 

He made his way over and you watched as Elena gave him a hug and then he sat down next to her. You frowned and decided you’d bring him his favorite; bourbon. You walked over with the glass and bottle, “Hey.” 

He glanced up at you, then back at the girls. “Hey.. So-” 

“Do you want a glass?” You ask, setting the glass down and beginning to pour the drink. 

“No i’m fine.” 

“Okay.. well do you want something else?” Your hand goes to his shoulder, but he pushes you off. 

“jesus y/n, stop being so clingy!” He turns to you in his seat, motioning to the girls, “We’re trying to have a conversation.” 

You gulp back tears and nod, “Sorry.” You whisper, taking the glass and bottle before heading to the bar then making your way to the back room where you took a few moments to yourself. also known as crying your eyes out. 

~ 

You didn’t go straight home after your shift, but instead found yourself sitting at the bar, throwing back drinks. Your phone buzzes next to you. 5 missed calls from Damon and 4 text messages. And you were the one being clingy? 

You switched your phone off and threw back another drink, setting it down, “Hit me.” 

“Are you sure? You haven’t ate anything today..” Matt says from behind the bar. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve had a shitty day.” You slide the drink to him. You could already feel the room spinning. Maybe you shouldn’t have drank them so quickly. 

Matt started pouring you another. “Don’t pour her another.” Damon was at your side. 

Matt stops and looks between the two of you. “I mean it Donovan. She’s cut off. How many has she had?” He can tell you’re swaying in your seat. 

“I’m not sure.” Matt says, “I only just got here. She’s been here since the end of her shift.” 

“Alright, come on princess.” He starts to help you off the stool but you push his hands away. 

“You mean you pulled yourself away from Elena Gilbert long enough to come check on your girlfriend?” You slur, “Apparently i’m clingy.” You say looking at Matt. “For wanting to be around my boyfriend. That makes me clingy.” 

Damon sighs and rolls his eyes, “You know I didn’t mean that. Now stop, let’s get you home.” He starts at you again. 

“I can get up myself!” You slowly try to get down off the stool, stumbling a little. 

“Okay, let’s go.” He reaches down and picks you up bridal style, “Thanks for calling Donovan.” 

Matt nods, “No problem.” 

You poke at Damon’s face, “you’re really handsome. I can see why Elena would want you. And I mean she could totally steal you out from under me. She’s prettier.” 

Damon rolls his eyes as he carries you to the car, “She would not steal me out from under you. And she isn’t prettier.” He gently sets you down, keeping one arm wrapped around your waist to hold you up as he opens the door. 

“She is though! and she’s always around you. You’re always around her.” He helps you inside and buckles you up, “I bet you two are fucking.” 

“You’re drunk, y/n. Nothing is going on with me and Elena.” He shuts the door and by the time he’s rounded the car, you’ve already passed out. 

~ 

The next morning you wake with a headache and the sun shining through the curtains. Groaning you roll over on your side. 

“Good morning.” 

You jump a little, opening your eyes to see Damon laying beside you. “Jesus, Damon, I din’t know you were here.” 

He nods, “Today is all about me and you.” He sits up and grabs the water and tylenol from his bedside table, handing it to you, “No elena, no stefan drama. Just me and you.” 

You slowly sit up and take the tylenol, “What’s got you wanting to spend the day with me?” 

“You were right I have been spending a lot of time with Elena. I shouldn’t have gotten angry with you yesterday for bringing me something to drink.” He puts the water back on the table, “It was a dick move.” 

You sit back against the headboard, looking at him, “Just me and you today?” 

He nods, holding his arm up so you can cuddle into his chest, “Just me and you.” 

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Tessa | The Vampire Diaries x Shadowhunters | Chapter 2

Pairings - Damon x main oc, Stefan x  main oc, Klaus x  main oc, Elijah x  main oc, Jace x main oc, Alec x main oc, multiple oc x  main oc

After Elena tried to give herself to Klaus in exchange for the safety of her friends and family, she had received a huge lecture on how irresponsible it was of her. Stefan was stuck in the tomb with Katherine and that vampire that was supposed to be dead was apparently very much alive.

Tessa had decided to sleep in and stay away from all the supernatural drama for one day. ONE DAY. And her best friend tried to kill herself, her other best friend got stuck with her psycho friend and now her favorite vampire best friend was whining about how annoying his life had become to her.

"What Elena did was stupid," Tessa said, "But it wasn't wrong. I would have done the same thing."

"You would have sacrificed yourself?" Damon questioned furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at her with a bit of hurt.

"If it means keeping the people I care about safe, then yes. I don't think I could live with myself if anything happened to you. Any of you."

Damon sped in front of her, their faces barely touching as he looked into her eyes. Lust and desire flashed in his eyes as he slightly leaned in. It was as if a button was clicked in his brain and he back away, speeding away leaving a very confused Tessa behind.

"You should really lock your door." Damon joked as he came into the room with a smile on his face, Elena had a pour on her face while Tessa tried to get her to eat something.

"Come on, pouty. At least give me 2 points for ingenuity."

"Do you think this is funny?"

"Yes, Elena I find hilarity in the lengths that I have to go to repeatedly save your life.

"What did Stefan say about this?"

"He had a good laugh."

"And what did he say about Elijah still being alive?" Damon lifted Tessa's feet up and rest them on his lap. He then proceeded to take her sandwich out of her hands and takes a giant bite.

"Hey!"

"Sharing is caring."

"Not when it comes to my food," she complained and he responds by kissing her cheek.

"Yeah, and that I didn't tell him about Elijah."

"Why not?" Tessa asked him and he pursed his lips.

"Well, A he can't do anything about it, and B what I just said."

"Wow, such a profound argument."

"Where is Bonnie?" Damon asked as Jeremy came into the room.

"I thought she was meeting you," Jeremy answered.

"No, she's on moonstone duty and I'm on Elena patrol."

"And who's on Tyler Lockwood and the full moon?" Elena widened her eyes realizing what the night was.

"Vampire Barbie asked me if she could handle it and I said why not figured if she screwed up, he'd bite her, and then I'll be rid of two of my problems."

"Don't be a dick." Tessa scolded him as she smacked his head.  

"Hold on a second. Tonight's the full moon." Elena asked them.

"Yep, but you're too absorbed with all your suicidal tendencies to notice." Damon took a call, "Hey, change of plans." Damon hung up and looked at Jeremy and Tessa.

"You babysit tonight." He orders them and Tessa raised her brow at him.

"Hey, you know, you should get out. Enjoy the sun. Oh, wait you can't." Elena chucked a pillow at Damon and missed. Jeremy and Tessa laughed leading to her shoving him to the floor and glaring at Tessa.

Elena had warmed up to being trapped in the house. Even watching a movie in her room with Tessa and eating a giant bowl of popcorn. Knowing they needed some more food, they head downstairs to see what they had in the kitchen.

They walked down the stairs to see Jenna taking boxes out of the closest.

"What are you doing?" Tessa asks her.

"Oh, perfect timing." She thrusts a box in Elena's arms and then another in Tessa's.

"What is this stuff?' Elena asked.

"Your mom's files from the historical society. I got roped into helping Mrs. Lockwood. And by roped, I mean very excited to participate." She slammed the closet door and both their jaws dropped to see the suit-wearing original in Elena's house, staring right back at them with a small smirk.

"Hey, I'm Elijah." Tessa had never felt my heart beat faster than it was then. Jenna had let in a vampire who had tried to kidnap Elena, but apparently not to give her to Klaus which was extremely confusing, and now there was nothing they could do to get him out.

"Elijah's in town doing research on Mystic Falls," Jenna informs them like it was no big deal. If only she knew what Elijah was.

"It's a pleasure." Elijah holds out his hand for Elena and Tessa to shake. Elena hesitantly shook his and when Tessa went go to shake it he bent down and placed a kiss on it making her shiver in fear.

"So, you know, you're welcome to stay here and rummage through this stuff. Or Elena, Tessa, and I could help you load it into your car."

"Yeah, or I can get someone to pick it up tomorrow."

"Also a good plan."

"Thank you so much for inviting me into your home, Jenna." Elijah went to follow Jenna to the front door but stopped. "Oh, Tessa and Elena I hope to see you two again sometime soon."

Once the door was shut, the two girls raced upstairs to alert Jeremy and banged on his door when they realized it was locked.

Right when they heard it quick, Elijah came next to them and signaled them to be quiet.

"What?" Jeremy all but snapped at his sister before glancing at Tessa with a smile.

"Aunt Jenna was asking if you could help her with the boxes."

"Okay," the younger Gilbert said before he walked off.

"That was a smart choice," Elijah said before he asked to speak to us alone.

"Oh, forgive the intrusion. I mean your family no harm," Elijah started.

"That is why you tricked your way in her house?" Tessa said crossing her arms and glaring at the original.

He just shook his head amused at her bravery.

"Why'd you kill those vampires when they tried to take me?" Elena asked. Elijah opened his mouth to answer only to be cut off by a furious Tessa.

"You mean when you tried to give yourself over to them because you are a stupid suicidal doppelganger?" She said making Elena glare at her.

"I didn't want you to be taken. Klaus is the most feared and hated of the originals. Those that fear him are desperate for his approval. Word gets out the doppelganger exists, there will be vampires eager to take you to him and I can't have that."

"Isn't that exactly what you're trying to do?" Elena asked.

"Let's say my goal is not to break the curse."

"Then what is your goal?"

"Klaus' obsessions have made him paranoid. He's a recluse. He trusts only those in his circle," Elijah explained.

"Like you?" Tessa asked.

"Not anymore."

"You don't know where he is, do you?" Elena asked.

Tessa was already tired of their conversation. Her head was spinning, and her body was begging for a change. They were sitting in that room for ten minutes and she was tired. Her focus went from Elijah to the tiles on the floor and the frames on the table.

This always happened. And it annoyed Tessa more than anything. She couldn't stay in one place. Do one thing without being distracted; without this need to move away, do something else.

Overwhelmed, she got up and walked without a word, making the doppelganger and original stop and look at her worried.

[kiss-my-freckle]

The Vampire Diaries: 2x6 Rewatch

This episode opens up in parallel. Why Lexi never helped Stefan build up a tolerance to human blood is beyond me, but that's what Elena is doing with him. 

Stefan: You're staring. Elena: I'm gazing. Stefan: It's creepy. Elena: It's romantic.

Stefan: If you ask me, the 'near touch' is overrated.

I think Stefan has a problem in the romance department. 

Jeremy: Look, I just want to help, okay? Damon: What's your sister say about this little discovery? Oh, you haven't told her, have you? Jeremy: Well, Elena doesn't want me getting involved in all this. Damon: And you're a Gilbert and you just can't help yourself.

Alaric: What are you doing here? Jeremy: Helping Damon. I'm the one who found out about the moonstone. Alaric: Does Elena know you're here? Jeremy: Not exactly.

For me, it's not about whether or not Elena forgives Damon. Sure, it's necessary for their friendship, but it's Jeremy's forgiveness that matters. Episodes later, the very two people Damon killed (Alaric and Jeremy) are hanging out at his house, working with him. It’s not about the violence, it’s about the emotion behind the violence. Alaric and Jeremy saw it for themselves. These characters aren't fully good or fully bad. They're not supposed to be. They're written with their own specific strengths and weaknesses. Expecting Damon to deal with his emotions like Stefan does... is like expecting Stefan to deal with human blood the way Damon does. Like humans, not every vampire reacts or copes the same way. After all, they were once human, vampirism only magnified them. So when fans point out how different Stefan is from Damon when it comes to rejection, they reveal just how little they know about people in real life. 

Elena: Jeremy, what is he making you do? Jeremy: He's not making me do anything, Damon and I... Elena: Uh, no. No way. No, no, no, no. There is no "Damon and you". There's Damon and whoever Damon is using, and those people, they end up dead. Whatever is going on Jeremy, I want you to stay out of it. Jeremy: I don't really care what you want, Elena. It's because of you that I'm in this mess in the first place, so I'm sorry, but you really don't get to tell me what I'm gonna do.

Stefan: So, how are we gonna find this moonstone? Damon: Jeremy is getting it from Tyler. Stefan: Why would you involve Jeremy? Damon: He's playing Indiana Jones. He involved himself.

Stefan: No, no, no, I'll stay here with Jeremy. Jeremy: No, I don't need a babysitter. Elena: Yes, you do.

Jeremy working with Damon is something Elena and Stefan can’t understand. Stefan chose this life for Jeremy when he chose to enter Elena’s life, and Elena chose this life for Jeremy when she chose to keep Stefan in her life. Jeremy is choosing his own path in the supernatural world, whether they like it or not. He isn’t 12, he’s 15. 

Liz: Are you... are you really dead? Caroline: Yes and no.

I'm not a big fan of Caroline, but she gets me every time she has a storyline with her mother. That's where her character shines. I mean... she nails it every time.

Stefan: Hey, what are you doing? You shouldn't be calling me. Elena: I know, but I have no idea what's happening. Damon's got Jeremy into something and you've got Bonnie with you and I'm sorting stupid masquerade masks for Mrs. Lockwood.

Stefan: You shouldn't be here. Elena: I know, but I am. What's going on? Stefan: Bonnie thinks the moonstone is down here.

Anna: You must have a taste for it. You scream and shriek and even bother to escape, but then you just come right back to it.

This isn’t Elena needing to be near Stefan, this is Elena needing to be in the thick of their world. So much so, that she’s willing to risk Katherine catching her with Stefan. She’s drawn to it.

Elena: I should feel more upset or scared or something, but I... feel kind of exhilarated. Elena loves the danger, she just doesn’t like the risk that comes with it. 

Damon blames himself for Katherine’s attack on Jenna when he shouldn’t. She had every intention of lashing out. If it were simply a warning, she wouldn’t have bothered to take Jenna off vervain, nor compel her to spy if she didn’t care. She cares a great deal. She doesn’t want Elena near her man, period. What Damon did only pushed Katherine to go after Tyler. She has her doppelganger, she has her vampire, she had her werewolf AND the moonstone. She’s exchanging all of it for her freedom from Klaus. "But Katherine will only rip your heart out." Damon had no idea just how true his statement is. Klaus would’ve ripped Mason’s heart out. Tyler is planned to take Mason’s place. 

[cupcakemolotov]

Feel Like Home

Had a really strange dream last night and @goldcaught talked me into giving it some shape and writing this out.  Just a quick little thing, will expand on it if I have time/the muse for it. Not really a huge number of warnings for this one. Does reference past potential sex but no details. Just magical shenanigans and Bonnie and Caroline being besties.

Caroline bit her lip, studying Bonnie’ face. Her best friend rarely wore such a worried expression anymore, but in this case she couldn’t blame her. In less than forty-eight hours, she’d dropped whatever her witchy business had been, gotten a cat sitter, and hauled butt to New York City. 

And all because Caroline had called her with an SOS. 

Fingers curling into her palms, she glanced around the high rise apartment they were currently camped out in. The space was gorgeous, all warm wood and wide open windows with lush furniture that invited you to linger. The floor was saved from being chilly thanks to a collection of gorgeous rugs, the art work on the walls tasteful and heart-breakingly gorgeous. The bathroom had been copy/pasted directly from her dreams and the tub was gorgeous and everything she wanted in life. 

It was an apartment that she coveted, and one that was millions and millions of dollars outside of her price range. Just the view of New York City alone was a multi-million dollar addition. But her favorite fall jacket had been hanging in the closet, she’d found her awesome, weekend date to-go bag on the side of the bed. It had included a change of clothes and kick ass underwear. She felt safe here, welcome, and had absolutely no memory of how she’d gotten here or whose cologne lingered on the sheets.

“Okay,” Bonnie said finally, rubbing the wrinkle line between her eyebrows tiredly. “I’m really, really glad you called.”

Caroline eyed her doubtfully. “You don’t look happy.”

Bonnie waved her hand. “That’s not about you. Not entirely, at least.”

“Well, I’m not sure who else I’m going to call when I wake up in the middle of supernatural shenanigans, but I’m glad I called you too.” Taking a deep breath, Caroline looked at her beseechingly and tried not to panic. “How did I get here? I couldn’t find any texts explaining and we both know I'm a serial texter. How did I not send you fifty messages about my underwear choices for my date? My shoes? My dress? There isn’t a single hair check selfie on my phone, Bon. That’s impossible. I don’t just let someone talk me into visiting New York without at least a pro/con list two pages long.”

“Oh, I am aware,” Bonnie muttered. Running a hand down her face, she grimaced. “You can look at my phone for evidence later. But, Caroline. You’ve lived in New York for six months. You have a super cute closet for an apartment. I have pictures of that to prove it.”

“I…” her words died at the sincerity on Bonnie’s face. Blowing out a breath, because Bonnie Bennett would never lie about something like this, she cast her thoughts back and slowly nodded, relief heady. “Okay. Yeah. This spring. I remember packing my things in my rental and mom looking both relieved and tired.”

“Yeah, she’s wanted you to spread your wings for a few years. After the bout with cancer, you were being stubborn.” A lifted brow. “It was such a surprise. You. Being stubborn.”

Caroline gave her a disapproving look. “Do you have to say that like it's a bad thing?”

A small smile touched the edge of Bonnie’s mouth. “I guess it depends on what you are being stubborn about. Do you remember that big fancy PR party you were being forced to go to about six week ago?”

“No,” the word was said with great reluctance. “I feel like I should though.”

“Oh, you definitely should.” Bonnie drawled. “I didn’t attend and I know a great deal more about it than I would like. Clothes, shoes, departmental involvement and the dick from accounting who spends way too much time looking at your ass. Your boss, who insisted you go because she keeps thinking if she plays nice you’ll one day introduce her to your ex-werewolf boyfriend.”

Caroline did not want to talk about Tyler. “Your point, Bon?”

“You don’t remember Klaus.”

The name tugged something in her chest, a sense of awareness she couldn’t name, and Caroline frowned in concentration. “Who is Klaus?”

“The Black Dragon of New York.” At Caroline’s blank expression Bonnie sighed heavily. “Well, that confirms some of it at least.”

“Bonnie…”

“You moved to New York six months ago with a job offer for a Public Relations firm that specializes in supernatural reputations.” Her lips twisted in something like an amused grimace. “Your… history with witches and werewolves left you overqualified for the entry level position, as did your original internship in Chicago.”

Caroline pursed her lips. “By overqualified, that better be a comment on my personal awesomeness and not that they hired me because I dated a werewolf. That would have annoyed me. Why didn’t I remember that? I should have remembered that.”

“Because you don’t remember Klaus.”

Which made absolutely no sense to Caroline.

“Do I need to open wine? There was quite a collection that I am going to have no qualms drinking if that would absolutely help me understand the words you are saying.” Caroline threw her arms open wide. “I’m sure whoever lives here can afford it.”

“Spirits, if I thought it would help, I’d have brought tequila.” Bonnie looked heavenward and slouched backwards, something like gallows humor darkening her face. “Klaus Mikaelson is a dragon. A black dragon, specifically. He has been on top of the food chain for centuries, Caroline. He picked New York as his seat of power this century because he was bored in Europe. When he got here, he ate half the witch council, flattened three werewolf tribes, and casually made alliances with the necromages as if they were cute but annoying pets. He owns New York. He rules North America with a very, very short temper. Hell, I think he built this tower to his exact specifications because he now lives exactly one foot higher than every other building in New York. You would not believe how that man likes to lord over people.”

Caroline tried to recall the differences in dragon color and why that might be important and came up blank. “You’d think I’d know who he was with my job description,” she said faintly. “That seems like the kind of detail I would pick up on. And did you say this tower?”

Was there a floor above her? She hadn’t really spent a lot of time looking out the windows. She should have located the elevator and checked to see if it listed the number of floors. Figure out which one she was on. Something to do later then. 

“This tower. But more importantly, you’d probably have remembered that you tossed your drink in his face six weeks ago at said PR Party.” Bonnie’s expression grew even more pained. “I’m told the flowers he sent you after that were very nice.”

Caroline tried to suck in air. “I did what now?”

Bonnie nodded, motioning with her hand towards the bedroom. “Two days ago, you went on what I’m pretty sure was your third date. And you apparently stayed over.”

Eyes widening comically, Caroline glanced around the apartment again, trying to comprehend was she was seeing with new eyes. “Bonnie Bennett, I would remember fucking a dragon.”

Bonnie snorted, slapping a hand over her mouth as she visibly struggled not to laugh. Her shoulders shook, breath escaping in faint, choking noises. 

“This is not funny,” Caroline rasped, launching to her feet. Meeting her best friends watering eyes, she waved her hands dramatically around them. “You are telling me that I have been sleeping in Klaus Mikaelson’s bed for at least two days? And no one has been here to chuck me out? He hasn’t asked me to leave? Did he go on vacation? If he bailed on me like that and didn’t even so much as leave a note, I don’t care how hot he is, that was probably our last date.” Her eyes narrowed. “I even packed my cutest underwear. He did not deserve them.”

“You can keep the underwear thing to yourself,” Bonnie said hastily, voice still trembling with laughter. She cleared her throat, and tried again. “And to answer your question, no one knows where he is. That’s the problem. Forty-eight hours ago, the witch council announced they had successfully overthrown his hold on the city. Two hours later, you called me and said you couldn’t remember where you were or how you got here, but you had a really strong feeling that you shouldn’t leave.”

Caroline sat back down slowly. “What does that mean?”

Bonnie shook her head. “I don’t know. But what I do know isn’t… great.”

Caroline tried to smile. “That’s not really comforting.”

Bonnie ignored her. 

“Klaus brought you back here, to his… for lack of better word, lair. You probably had sex.” Bonnie’s nose wrinkled, but she kept going. “Dragons are possessive at best, Caroline. I don’t know what is going on between the two of you, but it took him over a month to sweet talk you into a date and yet you are keyed heavily enough into his wards that you were able to invite me, a witch, into his home without either of us getting fried.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. You also feel safe enough here that you didn’t bolt home in a walk-of-shame after waking up alone and suffering from amnesia. ” Her eyes were solemn, not a hint of tease on her face. “Whatever spell was used, it has wiped Klaus from your memory and life so thoroughly you don’t have so much as a text or picture linking back to him. So either you were caught up in the crossfire of the spell that took him out or the entirety of New York has also forgotten him. And none of those options are good ones.”

Caroline swallowed past her suddenly very dry mouth. “What does that mean?”

“I have no idea,” Bonnie said with a sigh. “But his magic is here, you're here. Which means he is alive and we are probably going to have to find him. And we will have to be careful, because if anyone from the council realizes that you’re probably the key to finding him, they’ll try to kill us. I’m already not super popular with some of the older factions, I cannot see this helping matters.”

“What, wait?” Caroline said up straight. “Why do we have to find him? Aren’t there other people who can do that? Didn’t you just say he rules this city? Surely he has like, minions or something that can do the heavy lifting?”

“If only.” Bonnie nodded towards her wrist. “But why us? Because you’re wearing his magic, Care. And while I definitely do not approve of dating a dragon, no matter what I think about it, there is no way his magic would cling to you if you hadn’t agreed to it. Probably. Which means when you aren’t dealing with a weird jedi mind wipe, you care about him. For some reason. And the Caroline I know doesn’t leave people behind.”

Caroline glanced down at her wrist and swallowed hard. Now that Bonnie had pointed it out, she could see the gold shimmer of a mark she couldn’t decipher beneath the familiar blue swallow on her right wrist. That mark felt… right. Familiar, as if she should have known it was there the entire time. Blowing out a breath, she glanced back at Bonnie’s unhappy face and grimaced. 

“I bet we can find tequila if we look hard enough.”

[confusednarcissistwrites]

okok hi so basically I’ve been working on this lil blurb but idk I think maybe you might be much much better than me for it , ur writing slapssss, but basically it’s a Daniel Middleton piece based off the song Lost by frank ocean where the reader is part of their dealing ring and is in love w danny and gets too wrapped up in the business but danny is too busy with his crush on mckayla to notice ? Idk I know it’s super specific but just a thought I had

OKAY SO

I took a LOT of liberties with this request, but I did it for a reason. PLEASE WRITE THIS FIC. I guarantee that no one else could write it better than you, okay? Also, I’m SO sorry this took me ages to finish and apologies to all my other requests as well. I’m really going to try and get more work out to you guys in the next few weeks.

Alright, without further ado, I hope you enjoy this raunchy ass fic lmao

Third Wheel (D.M.)

(smut, angst, blood, violence, cheating, cursing)

The Bonnie and Clyde of Cape Cod.

You and Hunter Strawberry had been together for as long as anyone could remember. Even in elementary school, you two had reigned over your peers with an iron fist; no one fucked with either of you in fear of pissing off the other. As you both got older, your relationship progressed from a platonic partnership to a romantic one. This often entailed hot and heavy sightings at the drive-in, and mangled noses on faces of guys who decided to look at you just a little bit too long.

You had been happy. He was your constant. You both had an undying loyalty to each other as business partners and lovers.

But then came Danny Middleton.

Danny was a scrawny boy from nowhere who didn’t belong anywhere. Perhaps it was fate that he would meet Hunter that hideously hot day in 1991 in that little convenience store. People didn’t notice Danny until he started running around with Hunter.

You were hesitant, bitter even that Hunter let someone else on the team without talking to you first. You were more of a distributor than a seller, but you had thought you were more involved than to be excluded. The more you heard about Danny, the less Hunter asked you to make drop-offs. You felt you were getting wedged out.

The first time you met Danny was a whirlwind. He’d claimed a cousin of his had a hookup across town, but the rendezvous went south quickly. You vividly remember stepping in between the two, your fist meeting the side of the guy’s jaw with a sickening crack. He didn’t do much to fight back as he was pretty doped up, but you weren’t about to take any risks when he pulled a gun from his belt. Danny sat cornered and slack-jawed as he watched you wail on the man he’d been threatened by just moments before. Once you got him onto the ground, you knocked the pistol from his hand and straddled his middle, slamming the butt across his face. Adrenaline blurred your vision as blood splattered, your relentless attack not stopping until he quit moving. You lifted yourself up, meeting Danny’s terrified gaze for a brief moment before walking out of the house, him tailing behind you.

Hunter was furious when you both got back into the car. “What the fuck happened?” You were both visibly bloodied.

“I took care of it. Let’s go,” you replied calmly, handing him the piece. Hunter looked up at you and then at Danny in the back seat, handing him the gun wordlessly before speeding back to the garage.

When you got back, you sat up on the counter, your head back against the cupboards. Hunter dabbed at your swollen knuckles with a soapy cloth. “You okay, doll?” he asked quietly, looking up at you through his blonde lashes.

“Mhm,” you nodded, watching as he bandaged you up. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before helping you down and walking with you to the seating area where Danny was sat, his head in his hands still lost in thought. Hunter sat down on the sofa and you laid down with your head in his lap.

“You will never pull anything like that again. You hear me?” Hunter’s voice was calm and chilling. “Do you understand me?”

Danny nodded, standing up. “We’ll find another way.”

“Are you even fucking listening to me? I just said no-“

“No, look, you’re upset, I get it. But we’ll find a way to work this out if you just let me-“

“Drop it, Middleton. Go home.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, willing the pounding in your skull to ease. You listen as Danny walked out of the shop, the bell chiming above the door as he left.

“He’s reckless,” you mumbled, opening your eyes to look up at Hunter.

He just nodded, his fingers brushing over your collarbone as he stared into space in thought.

You didn’t like it. Nothing would change your mind. The business was for you and Hunter, and that was it. Danny was only trouble. And Hunter probably would have agreed with you if the next few days had played out differently.

••••••

In the course of a week, the group was making quadruple what you were before. Contacts were made, deliveries were driven, and money was counted in a circle every night, going three ways. It was the kind of summer we watched in movies, and now you were living the dream. The three of you spent evenings together getting high surrounded by cash; it was unreal. You all grew quite close through inebriated conversations about life and the world. You felt you could rely on either of them for anything you needed at any time.

It was because of this you didn’t speak up despite your growing insecurity in this situation. You’d felt Hunter rarely had time for you anymore, as though you were becoming a third wheel to him and Danny despite your relationship. But who were you to allow your insecurities to get in the way of the biggest break he’d had in his life? So you stayed quiet. Perhaps that was why the resentment building in you grew so poisonous.

You and Danny often jabbed at each other, usually scuffling over little bullshit that didn’t really matter. Hunter acted as a mediator when things got too heated, much to your irritation. He rarely defended you, sometimes even siding with Danny when he was feeling ballsy. You could feel the problems piling up. The rift between you and your boyfriend growing wider, and you couldn’t help but to notice that everything had been fine between you until little Middleton had shown up.

••••••

It was an especially hot August day when everything went to shit. It seemed everyone in town was a bit more irritable when the sun was beating down incessantly, an unbeatable oppressor. You could feel sweat against the small of your back, even as the wind whipped through your hair as Hunter drove across town with the top down. Danny was sprawled out in the backseat, his feet hanging over the rear passenger door. It irritated you to see him take up so much space like he owned the place. Granted, pretty much everything he did irritated you.

You arrived back at the shop, this week’s product in hand. You placed the duffle down on the coffee table, Hunter unzipping it and reaching in to retrieve an order he had to run. “I’ll be back in an hour. Try not to kill each other,” he called, hiding the weed in his bag and heading back out to the car. This wasn’t unusual, but Danny usually left right away, either running his own deliveries or just getting away from you. But today he lingered.

“Y/N, can I talk to you about something?” He sat on the arm of the couch while you fixed a pot of coffee, your back to him.

“Uh, sure?” you replied, not turning to face him. Despite knowing practically everything about each other, he rarely made conversation with you.

Danny looked down at his hands, fumbling with his fingers for a beat before speaking. “Well, you see, I just- I have this thing for this girl. And- well, not just any girl. She’s kinda just-“

“Spit it out, Middleton,” you sang, quickly losing patience with his childish ramblings. Was he seriously coming to you for girl advice of all things?

“Fuck,” he sighed frustratedly. “It McKayla. I’ve been.. talking to her, more or less, for awhile now and-“

He’s interrupted by your laugher. You finally turned around, hands behind you against the counter as you shook your head at him. “McKayla? As in McKayla Strawberry? Are you kidding?”

He gives you a look of offense, his brow drawing together. “Yes, that McKayla. Why else would I be talking to YOU about this?”

You shook your head, pinching your brow. “You’ve done a lot of stupid shit, but this really takes the cake.”

“Listen, I just-“

“After all Hunter has done for you? You’re really going to throw that all away for some girl?”

“She’s not ‘some girl,’ okay? I really like her!” Danny insisted, standing up off of the couch defensively.

“You’re right; she’s your so-called best friend’s sister! I know for a fact he’s told you to stay away from her. But you can’t keep in your pants can you?” You were angry. After all the time you’d spent being loyal to Hunter, he was ignoring you for this kid who wouldn’t even respect him enough to stay away from his little sister.

“This isn’t even about McKayla is it?” Danny jabbed, stepping closer as he threw his hands up. “You’re just jealous I’m into someone and not following you around like a puppy like everyone else, huh? Is that why you’re so shitty to me all the time? Are you into me?”

You snapped, your white-hot temper taking control. Without hesitation, you stepped up into his face, your hands clenched right at your sides. His eyes widened, reflexively stepping back, but you follow. “Shut the fuck up. You have no idea what you’re doing,” you growled, poking him in the chest.

“Just admit you want my attention, Y/N.”

The resonance of your hand colliding with his cheek travelled through the room before you even could think. His back was against the wall, his eyes round, jaw hanging slack, and his hand on his cheek. You both stood and stared at each other for a moment, the sound of the slap still resonating in your ears along with your pumping blood as you waited for him to move. He knew this and unabashedly glanced down at your lips.

You reached out, wrapping your fingers around his throat. You’re not sure why you do it, but you were unable to resist; you needed to put Danny Middleton back in his place. What you didn’t expect was the full-fledge moan that left his parted lips. It startled you for a moment before going right to your head, power-lust settling into your veins as thick as syrup. You smirked, pressing a bit harder to watch the way the scrawny boy’s eyes fluttered and his jaw clenched. He opened his mouth to speak, but you weren’t having any of it.

You crashed your lips into his. Despite knowing there was no turning back from this, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. ‘Take that, Strawberry.’ Danny’s hands flew up to grip your hips, your kiss all tongue and teeth. It was ravenous, angry, and made you ache between your legs in a way Hunter never had, in a way that came from you knowing you were in control.

“Y/N.. what about.. Hunter?” Danny managed between kisses. He was sweating bullets, but the tent in his jeans told you he had no intention of making you stop.

You pull back half an inch, your grip returning around his throat. “I don’t want to hear anything out of that fucking mouth other than ‘yes’ and ‘no’, am I understood.

He listened to you with doe eyes, pupils blown out. “Yes, Miss.”

You smirked, leaning in and catching his bottom lip between your teeth and gave it a tug. “Good boy,” you praised.

He practically went limp at your words, another whimper escaping him. You both moved in a blur back to the couch, stripping clothes off with each stumbling step. You felt drunk without a drop of liquor in your system. Tomorrow would bring hell, and you knew it, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was then and there and making a statement.

You fell heavily into his lap, both of you clad in just your undergarments. Danny’s length prodded insistently at your thigh, and you remember recognizing that he was a lot bigger than you had anticipated. His hands gripped your waist while you ground your hips against his, kissing him ferociously. You listen intently as soft moans are pulled from his throat.

“What is it, Danny Boy? Never touched a girl before?” Your words were snide, full of contempt despite the ache that was building in you for more. His eyes fluttered, rolling back into his head in response.

You just smirked, shifting down to yank his boxers down. “Well, well, well. Looks like this is where you get all your nerve, huh?” His erection stood rigid and leaking against his navel, visibly aching to be touched. Danny bit down on his tongue, his hands tugging at his hair as he fought to keep quiet. It was bad. It was so so bad, but he knew there was no stopping you; not that he had the willpower to make you stop anyway.

“I asked you a question.”

“Y-Yes, Miss.”

You made quick work of your bra and panties, feeling his eyes on you the whole time. When you finally looked back, you were greeted by this desperate, open-mouthed, horny expression taking over his face. Feeling a surge of power run through you, you placed yourself in his lap. Danny let out a soft cry and his hands flew to your hips as you rocked your hips, sliding his length between your slick folds. It was then you came back to yourself, realizing what exactly you were about to do. It took weeks for you to realize it, but you knew your life had slipped out of your hands. Never again.

Raising your hips, you slid him inside of you. You cursed softly as the very welcome stretch made you see stars. “Fuck, good boy,” you praised.

Danny was a fucking wreck. He was gasping for air, hands gripping your hips in fear of moving anywhere else, but needing to touch you. Your praises turned him on in a way he didn’t know about before. He was reduced to a trembling mess, and you loved every second of it. If someone had held a gun to his head asked him about Hunter right then, he wouldn’t have even recognized his name.

You closed your eyes and began to rock your body, focusing on the feeling of him inside of you. He was forbidden fruit: a new sensation you’d thought you’d never experience. Little did you know how much was out there for you outside of Hunter. Your palms laid splayed out against his chest as you found your rhythm, both of you cursing like sailors.

Eventually, Danny built the courage to shift his hips, beginning to meet your thrusts with his own. You cried out, feeling him brush against your most sensitive places. “Danny, fuck, that feels so good,” you whined, hair falling around your face and swaying in time with your shared movements.

“Y/N..” Danny groaned, an edge of warning to his voice. His hands now roamed over your middle, thumbs brushing against the undersides of your breasts.

“Are you gonna cum? You gonna cum in your partner’s girl?” you taunted him cruelly.

Danny gasped, letting out a higher moan. “F-fuck, yes. I’m gonna cum,” he warned.

You reached between your bodies, rubbing quick circles against your clit. Whimpers of your own increased, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the small room.

That was when Hunter walked back through the door.

[youarejesting]

hey bb💜 I got another request for you: Mafia!Yoongles, SFW, prompt: Bonnie & Clyde

Yoongi: Bonnie & Clyde SFW

Beta: @jung-hoseok-s-airplane

Word count: 3k

Warnings: paranoia, thriller, drama, terror, but soft and fluffy, and angsty. Talk of guns and multiple fight scenes, protect Yoongles at all costs.

Yoongi wasn’t the boss of a Mafia, he wasn’t even high ranking within the gang. He was just an underlying member of the outer circle. Why? All because of a stupid loan. One small sum of money he borrowed for his Tuition that has left him forever in debt.

Now he spent his days working earnestly to pay everything back, however, every year they added a ridiculous amount of interest. They did it to keep him stuck in a rut.

While working and making the payments he was able to open his dream music shop, where he taught children how to play and read music on the weekends.

Seven years passed and he was finally ready to close his accounts; he had saved up his last few thousand and the undoubtedly large interest he knew he would have to pay. They would come up with excuses like ‘account keeping fees’ or ‘providing him with insurance’ which he knew it was all part of the scam.

He would go on whatever “Jobs” the boss asked of him. Whether it was drug trafficking or to rough up some people who owed the boss money.

You had seen it all, broken noses and busted lips, remembering the first day he came home beaten with a purple swollen eye. He had tried to cover the eye with his hair, but you notice the change in his demeanor instantly.

Yoongi wasn’t a pushover, he never whined and never asked for help and it took everything to convince him to allow you to provide first aid for him. He stood in the bathroom as you provided him with medicine and tried to ease this pain and discomfort.

At his worst, Yoongi had returned home with several broken ribs, fingers and a serious shoulder injury. He refused to go to the hospital and you did your best to patch him up. His shoulder however never healed the same causing permanent damage. His face often became pained as he played the piano pinpointing the exact moment when it would start to ache. Yet he never broke and never complained.

“Yoongi, where are you going?” You asked, pulling on your sneakers ready for your ‘spin class’ at least that’s what you called it and what you told Yoongi you were doing. Looking up after securing your laces you saw him in a suit, never a good sign.

There were few occasions Yoongi wore a suit, and he had a different suit for all occasions. He had his beautiful recital suit with coat tails and bow tie your favourite. He had his wedding suit his business casual suit and then this one. It was black on black reminiscent of a funeral but you knew it was because it was easier to hide blood stains.

He was going to Mister Bang, the leader of the Gang. The uncertainty kicked in. Would he return home, if he did would he be injured?

“I am paying out my debt today” He gestured to the duffle bag with a grin. “I even have interest on top of the interest amount just in case, I am ending this today.”

His voice was firm, it baffled you how he did it, how he managed to keep his faith all this time. Always positive that this day would come. Of course, you knew and supported his plans of leaving, but he was finally doing it.

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek wishing him luck, but he pulled you back kissing you firmly and passionately. You could feel how tense he was, there was so much weight on his shoulders.

“If something happens to me today, I just want you to know”

“I don’t want to hear it, you can tell me when you get home, I will order your favourite”

His soft smile brought with it a soft twinkle in his eyes, he seemed to be burning your image into his brain. Sharing a kiss before heading out to the gym.

When you got there you were met by Jungkook, a trainer in self-defense. Jungkook trained you to box using some elements of taekwondo to keep you strong. Jimin on Fridays taught you a series of mixed martial art styles and kept you agile.

You had spent almost all four years of your marriage with Yoongi working with these men to always be safe. It was after that first day when he came home hurt. Knowing you had to learn to protect yourself, so they could never use you against him. Never knowing what might happen to you or Yoongi.

Arriving home after your training you saw Yoongi alone in the dark nursing a whiskey bottle in his hand. Every step closer made your eyes prickle with a sad and angry emotion.

His suit was ripped and parts of him were discoloured or stained from blood and bruising.

“Baby, what happened?” You asked grabbing his face noticing the way he winced. His voice was so small and his lip shook eyes misting up.

“He took my money, he said “thank you for paying back your debt, but the only way you get out is by death” Yoongi sniffed, the tears spilling from his eyes dripping onto your hands as they held his cheeks.

It felt as if your heart was breaking at his words, never in your marriage had he shed tears like this. Sure one or two tears at your wedding, but that was it he never cried otherwise and especially not in fear.

“I said firmly that I was leaving and they beat me, when they finally stopped Bang told me to go home and when I come back I would be promoted.”

He hugged you arms wrapping around your waist and he cried against you. His body shook with uncertainty, his strength leaving him as he leaned on you. They had broken him and you weren’t going to stand for it. Pulling the bottle from him, you had a mouthful the burn in your throat and stomach much needed for what you were contemplating. Gently kissing the unbruised area of his forehead, you stepped back. “Go pack some clothes.”

“What?” He looked confused and you wanted nothing more than to tell him everything would be okay. But it was not.

“Yoongi trust me okay” His watery eyes locked on yours and he seemed to notice the fire behind them, sure he had seen the embers dimly lit whenever you saw him injured or heading out again but this was different. Two glowing orbs holding a pure and fiery strength he needed at this moment.

He watched you lift the floorboard and raised an eyebrow when you grabbed a collection of money stacks.

There were so many things you wanted to bring with you but you knew you could only take the essentials. That didn’t stop you from picking up your wedding album with shaking hands and having one last look at your happy life together. Yoongi stepped out of the bedroom room with a duffle bag in his hand, his expression turning soft.

“Bring it?” He smiled making a gesture to the book “If you want it, bring it. But I want you to know, I am here. Always, and we can have a hundred weddings if you wish.”

“We were so happy?”

“I am sorry, that’s all I ever wanted was for us to be happy and I ruined it my love”

“You could never ruin it Yoongi, you just made it more adventurous I have experienced things I never would have if I didn’t have you”

“You experiences things you shouldn’t have because of me”

Tearing out your favorite photo and slipping it into your wallet you looked around the room.

He sat in front of the brown upright piano, running his hands over the smooth and worn wood. He was saying his goodbyes before turning and taking your hand leading you out of the house immediately.

You traveled for almost two hours until you arrived at Cheongju. You both wanted to go further but it was late and you had to make a plan, driving around aimlessly wasn’t going to help.

So you stayed at a dirty motel using cash. Yoongi said it was better that way they could trace everything else.

Stepping out of the shower and laying on the bed; Yoongi was setting up a burner phone and trying to contact an old friend in his home town Daegu.

The two of you had drifted off to sleep for what seemed like an hour when there was a loud thudding on your hotel door. Sitting up and Yoongi swore, trying to reach for his gun but the door was beaten in.

“What do we have here?” One hulking man asked his gun halting your movements, he was sweaty and made you scrunch your nose in distaste. The other was thinner and taller he had a large burn on the side of his temple and you wanted nothing to do with them.

“Looks like two runaways,” this man pointed his guns at Yoongi, “Get out of bed!”

Hands in the air, you followed their orders stepping from under the warmth of the blankets. Walking cautiously to the middle of the room, Yoongi didn’t raise his hand but followed their orders, taking your hips and trying to move you behind him, you didn’t budge.

Jimin in many occasions had taught unarmed combat and how to use your body as a weapon, he also taught you how to disarm someone.

“You have to move fast. I cannot stress it enough, your small and female they won’t expect you to have the guts to do anything” he smiled “so you have the advantage, what I want you to do is take the weapon quickly and with the least trouble.”

Jimin showed you meticulously how to disarm up to three men, “any more than three and I don’t think you will come out of it unharmed”

Jungkook taught you the importance of the first strike and all the power behind it.

“You need to prove you won’t go down easily, when you strike, you strike hard and fast, don’t miss and don’t give them the chance to fight back”

They had trained you well the only problem was you had never experienced a real weapon in your face. “You made a big mistake Suga and you better realize we are leaving here with your wife, and only your wife, the boss doesn’t forgive desertion,” the gun turned on Yoongi and you couldn’t explain what came over you.

It was like someone had taken over your body, it surely couldn’t have been you. Disarming the first guy was easy and you were proud and thankful the weapon was no longer pointed at your husband. You turned fluidly from the now limp figure to throw a punch into the face of the other man, moving quickly flicking the gun out of his hand. A loud gunshot rang through the room, but it didn’t hit you so you must have done something right.

Knocking the second man unconscious, you took their weapons and turned to Yoongi. He was on the ground leaning against the bed, you raced over, “Yoongi!”

“I’m okay, it’s a graze” Yoongi laughed a disbelieving smile on his face. “You actually just kicked their asses!”

“It really is a graze love see” the wound was indeed pretty superficial so you trusted him. Collapsing into his arms crying and shaking. The adrenaline that had been causing through your body was plummeting, as the crisis was over.

“Hey it’s okay, I am so proud of you, come on we have to move” he said lifting your chin and wiping your tears. “I got somewhere we can go, grab your stuff” The two of you took precautions taking everything.

You drove while Yoongi bandaged his arm, he had gotten good at first aid, as was expected since he got injured often.

Deciding to ditch the car as the number plate was traceable you waited by a truck stop. Paying a man to ride in his truck as close to Daegu as he could.

Once inside the cabin of the vehicle you told Yoongi to sleep but he refused instead holding you to his chest and eyeing the driver. “You sleep love you had a big day”

You were woken by Yoongi who was tapping your arm, “Honey, wake up, the nice man drove us as far as he could?” You opened your eyes noticing Yoongi’s heavy Daegu accent had slipped through, he must have been angry. When you sat up you noticed Yoongi had a gun pointed at the man.

“What happened?” You asked looking between the two males.

“He tried to touch you and I wouldn’t let him,” Yoongi smiled but this wasn’t a friendly smile his eyes were full of anger. “Thank you for your help sir but we will be on our way?”

“Thank you for getting us this far, but if you even think of hurting someone, I will kill you,” you smiled and waved him off. “Yoongi we have to keep moving, it’s almost morning and we can’t have traces of ourselves on CCTV’s.

He nodded and while walking along you passed a small hairdresser, inside was a young man. You convinced him to give you a makeover. He seemed very excited to help you, “Yoongi, you are going first okay?”

“Whatever you say?” He smiled, the staff bleached his hair before dying it a mint green giving him contact lenses that were a grey color, He went off with the few male staff members who were going to dress him.

When he stepped out, it was a bit of a shock to see him in something a single twenty-year-old male would wear and not a married man in his thirties.

The owner smiled “hey don’t be nervous, Look at how handsome I am, I only make beautiful people, and you are already beautiful, so my job is easy, you know”

“Jin what are we thinking?” The woman said and he gave the woman some instruction.

She took scissors to your hair, giving you a straight-across fringe and removing several inches from your hair which you had kept long since your wedding. They gave you a blunt cut to your collarbones and began dying your hair. They had faded your hair from a caramel blonde/brown to a bright red.

There wasn’t much time to think as they did your make up and pierced your ears a few times. You looked quite youthful, putting on the clothes they provided feeling self-conscious. This wasn’t you, you felt naked, your legs were on show.

Wearing a denim skirt that stopped midthigh and a tight shirt wasn’t really something you wore at your age but Jin assures you that ‘if you act young, you will look young’. It was a strange notion, but he did look good for his age. When you stepped out Yoongi gave a small laugh. Unable to stop yourself from wondering what he might think, you shuffled your boots against the rug. “Does it look weird?”

“You look as beautiful as the day we met?” His eyes drank you up and down “Do you remember?” He opened his wallet and showed you a picture from your group mixer, “you looked not much different from right now”

“I don’t… look weird?” You said looking in the mirror and seeing the bright lipstick, you looked like you were styled by one of those idol girl groups.

“Hell no, you look like a dream, I love you no matter the style of clothing and hair colour you have. Cause you can rock them all” He smiled and thanked Jin explaining that the two of you never came in, before paying them an enormous amount of money and taking the bus to Daegu countryside.

When you arrived you were met with a tall man with golden blonde hair, he was what you expected a golden retriever to be if they were human. “What a look, you must be Yoongi’s wife” He had blue paint on his chin, the only blemish on his beautiful face, along with a matching green strip of paint through his hair and on the tip of his ear.

“Y/n, this is Taehyung,” Yoongi smiled leading you along after the charismatic young man, “an old friend.”

“I just picked up some paints, do we need anything else from town or shall we retire home?” He was walking backwards and you laughed at how happy he looked it seemed so odd how calm you felt.

Was it wrong to feel safe in this moment, your eyes darted around and the sick heavy feeling of paranoia set in. Could they see you? Were they watching? Waiting for you to let your guard down so they could strike?

Was Taehyung really on your side or had they already got to him and this was their plan. You grabbed Yoongi’s arm, “Can we really trust him what if he is leading us into a trap?”

“Trust me okay?” He said kissing your cheek and sighing. “We can’t turn on everyone without giving them a chance”

He was right but how could you not worry, this wasn’t a normal situation this was doorways some leading to freedom and others death.

It took some time, a bus, and a tractor before you finally arrived at a large farm. “Make yourself at home,” he smiled.

Three months had passed and things were going great, but you did something you shouldn’t have. You went into town that morning with a disguise and rang your parents telling them you were safe before quickly hanging up.

They were thankful to hear from you and you headed back to the farm shaking unable to stand the crowds.

For about five days you stayed awake at night trying to listen for any sign that someone was coming for you. Finally deciding that you may have just got away with it, you all were going into town for groceries.

The boys went off to look at farm supplies while you went through the shop. “Y/n?” a voice called you turned seeing a man in a suit and realized what you had just done.

His smile bloomed across his face, a sick sadistic grin. Your eyes flickering around for an escape. Slamming the trolley into his legs and elbowing him to the ground was your first move.

You tried to race passed him only to have him grab you by the ankle causing you to hit the floor. Stomping your foot into his nose until he let you go. Running down the street and into the supply store you began looking through the clothes rack for something to hide your appearance.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked confused as to why you were hiding in this store instead of buying groceries. One look at the fear on your face and he knew his answer, dropping the bag of birdseed Taehyung had asked him to carry. “We have been found?”

“Just me, you will be fine as long as you don’t get caught” You looked around “I just need to leave here without being seen” You looked around for another escape seeing a bloody nose man bossing around some other men point at shops to raid, Taehyung ran over. “I found these bags, the owner says we can fill it and he will weigh it and we pay what we get.

You snatched the bag and looked at Taehyung, “Put me inside and let’s go we are busted,” Taehyung looked around spotting the manager and pressed a finger to his lips as you curled up inside he picked you up in his arms, Yoongi paid the man more than he needed and the three of you left the store.

You held still, barely breathing, as Taehyung walked to the bus stop Yoongi patted the bag softly trying to calm you. Soon you heard the bus, Taehyung carried you onto the bus, they gave you the all-clear to emerge from the bag but you waited an extra few minutes for the bus to leave the town before you busted out.

“How did they find us?” Yoongi hummed and you looked down feeling guilty, that you had ruined everything.

“I made a call in town,” you hung your head and Yoongi frowned, “we will have to leave dove,” his fingers brushed your cheek soothingly.

Taehyung had gotten in contact with a man who went by the name RM for his own protection, a man who made passports while you and Yoongi were busy changing your hair again.

The passports arrived after three days. “What the hell kind of fake names are these?” Yoongi facepalmed at his friend's stupidity, “Taehyung, I asked you to take this seriously.”

Glancing over Yoongi’s shoulder at the Passports you couldn’t help but laugh. Taehyung was an old ball.

In three days you would be boarding a plane as Bonnie Lui and Henry Clyde. A newlywed couple from an urban town in Busan heading to Gwangju. Where you would be meeting a young man named Hoseok in Jungnim-dong, a penguin eccentric village.

It was that night when Taehyung got a call from the neighbour, the ringing of the phone put everyone on high alert and Yoongi and yourself spared no time getting dressed. “Hey Tae there are vehicles coming towards your house, is everything okay?”

Taehyung sighed “thanks bob, keep your back door unlocked I will be there soon”

You looked at Yoongi and grabbed everything and took off through the fields.

You got to town and onto the first bus out of Daegu, as the sun rose you looked over at Yoongi his hair was dark and he was starting to grow a bit of facial hair. He looked handsome. He took your hand fondly, running his thumb against your wedding ring.

Before he slipped it off of your finger, “you should go, I can’t keep dragging you around because of my business. “You deserve a better life”

You snatched your ring back, tears falling. “Don’t you ever remove my ring again Yoongi I vowed in front of our families that I would live and die by your side no matter what and I meant it”

“You really want a life of paranoia, looking over your shoulder and wondering who around you is holding a knife ready to stab you in the back”

“Yes.” You said determined “if it means I am spending my life with you”

You were classified as missing persons and you tried your best to not get caught on your way to the airport. Once on the plane you relaxed significantly, feeling a breath of fresh air like you had done it.

Aiming to start a new life, to settle into a home again. For as long as the Bang mafia would allow you, of course, you knew one day you would have to move and you were ready. There were days where the paranoia took over, there were days where you saw suspicious figures.

One day you even woke up to men in your house, realising they found you again. But you were ready. You were always ready. You both did things you weren’t exactly proud of but you tried to stay pure given your situation.

It was just you and Yoongi against the world and you were in it for life, he was your ride or die and you really were the Bonnie to his Clyde.

[imagineofallkindsxxx]

Eternal Flame- Kol Mikaelson 4/?

Chapter 2- And Here I Thought We Were Getting Along.

Summary: 'You never know whats in a persons heart until you truly know them' - Belle French, Once Upon a Time

Singing. Thats all what Alexandra Gilbert has cared about since she was young and all she would care about until she met him.

With Alexandra fighting vampires, werewolves and all between she may do a thing she vowed never to do, fall in love.

And to think it all started with a walk in the woods...

WC: 2909

I came here for a good time not to get abused by a psychotic hybrid and watch one of my good friends get their necks snapped. Wasn't on my todays to do list, let me explain what happened next.

"Ah Dana, why don’t you relax? You and Chad sit tight." How gracious of you, you psycho I thought no way in hell am I being sarcastic to the scary hybrid maniac again, I quite like my head attached to my body. "I assume you’re the reason Elena's still walking around alive?" The psycho question Bonnie

"That’s right. If you want someone to blame, blame me" Bon I love you but let’s not commit suicide by placing blame on yourself. 

"Oh, there's no need for blame, love. just you and your witchy interference seems to have caused some undesirable side effects." He told her making me thank whatever god that he won't kill a friend of mine well so I thought. "And since you caused the problem, I’m going to have you find the fix." Wonderful, fan-fucking-tastic.

Before anyone was able to come back with a comment a blonde girl dressed in a pretty outfit came through the doors the opposite side of the hall with her dragging Tyler. Oh, this is getting better and better.

"Get off of me!" Ty yelled at the blonde but I have an inkling that just yelling that isn’t going to work.  

"Hush now" the blonde said to Tyler hearing her speak with the same accent as the psycho essentially holding the rest of us captive, wonderful.

"I'd like you all to meet my sister. word of warning... she can be quite mean." He said teasing his sister clearly annoying the girl.

"Don't be an ass" before throwing Ty in to the hybrids arm. I like her all things considered.  

"Leave him alone!" Elena yelled futile. I mean did she really think that was going to work.

"I'm going to make this very simple... every time I attempt to turn a werewolf into a vampire they die during transition. It’s quite horrible actually." The psycho hybrid informs us before biting into his wrist and making ty drink his blood which I can say from experience isn’t a great experience. "I need you to find a way to save my hybrids bonnie and for Tyler’s sake... you better hurry" before snapping his neck killing him.

"Jesus!" I yelled instinctively as Klaus smiles at us creepily. What is happening to this town, now not only is the sheriffs’ kid essentially dead but the mayors as well. Wonderful

Matt dropped down to the floor looking at Tyler almost in tears staring at his best friend before saying "He killed him".

"He's not dead, Klaus blood will turn him into a vampire" I informed Matt with a hand on his shoulder attempting to comfort the quarter back.

"And if Bonnie is successful, he will live through transition. Go on then. Go and fetch your grimoires and enchantments and what-not. I'll hold onto Elena and Her" he said pointing at me "for safe keeping" fantastic I’m leverage now. I should have taken up Sam’s offer to give me a ride back home. Bonnie looks apprehensive to leave so I shout

"Bon just go we'll be fine? I assume so anyway." But she seemed more focused on Elena what a shocker and when got the okay from her left. Once it was just the six of us Rebekah came up to my sister looking her up and down.

"So, this is the latest doppelganger. The original one was much prettier" I’m not going to lie that moment seemed to be the only good thing that had been said since I left the boys.

"Enough Rebekah. Take the wolf boy and her somewhere, would you?" Her brother told her like she was the dog not him.

"And here was me thinking we were getting on" I said to the hybrid in an innocent tone. I saw the blonde give a small smirk in the corner of my eye before grabbing Tyler by the t-shirt he was wearing and me roughly by the arm.

"God what is it with this family and being rough. Keep it inside the bedroom will you."

Rebekah dragged me and a now dead Tyler away from the gym hall and to the chemistry class. Mr Jones.

"NO" I shouted the top of my lungs where the vampire stopped and looked at me funnily. "You walk through that door and you'll be washing confetti out your hair until next year. trust me I rigged it myself." She gave me a confused look "Senior prank night" where she gave a nod in realization before moving into the class next door which was prank free luckily.

I saw Caroline knocked out, Rebekah throwing Tyler down beside her. I didn't have to question what happened to Caroline the angle of her neck was enough besides its bad enough having an original watching you like a hawk but an angry one... don't even want to think what the blonde would be like when angry. She sat down on one side of the class me at the other with Caroline lying next to me, my phone starts made a noise to indicate a text my main bet it is Sam to see if I’m home safe.

"what is that?" the blonde asked confused by the contraption in my hands.

"It’s an iPhone?" I questioned back where has she been the past decade "Have you never seen one before?"

"Obviously I haven't, I wouldn’t have asked if I had" she snapped back

"Okay, relax. I'm just going to text my friend that I’m fine, okay?" Trying to calm her down a bit not wanting to cause an angry original. I contemplated sending an SOS then thought I would just be putting him in danger as well, dealing with this bull shit is enough I don’t want Sam dragged into it.

"What’s a text?" Jesus she really doesn't know anything about technology. Where has Klaus been keeping her? 

"It’s like a letter only you can send it on this device. look I'll show you." I told her crawling over next to her "I'm texting my friend that I’m safe. so, I type it in to the bar here from the keyboard here" I was explaining it as best as possible for her whilst also replying to the text. Once I taught her that she must have heard vibrating because she heard Caroline’s phone. She picked it up and started to go through her phone, I'm still trying to teach her the basics of a phone. such as I just taught her how to take a selfie and it seems to keep her amused.

"Thank you. I'm sorry I never caught your name?" Rebekah asked kindly which is quite unusual for a borderline kidnapper.

"Uh, its Alexandra but call me Alex, Alexandra sounds so formal even from a millennial old vampire" giving a little laugh that she mirrored. "So, Klaus is your brother, must be ... eventful?"

She gave out a laugh "That's one word for it. Me and my brother have a complicated relationship." She told me smiling at me "I overheard your sisters with the doppelganger?" She questioned about Elena causing me to roll my eyes "Not a fan I take it."

"You could say that. Just like you and Klaus our relationship is complicated."

"If only families were easy"

I went to reply in agreement until I heard groaning coming from the direction Caroline was lying in making me snap my head quick enough to give me whiplash.

"Care" I rushed to her side "Are you okay? How's the neck?" I asked quickly making sure my friend was okay and in the right mind set for what she is about to see. From behind me I could hear the British voice I have grown used to in the past hour.

"We didn't have mobile telephones in my day. Would have made life a lot easier I suppose." Ending with taking a selfie which I smirked at. Caroline didn't have time to engage in conversation about her phone or wellbeing being more concerned about her boyfriend.

"Where's Tyler?" In a panic Rebekah answered her question calmly.

"He's dead. ish" Moving a bit to let Caroline have visual of her dead not so dead boyfriend.

"What did you do to him?" Caroline was starting to get a bit angry and I'm not sure if I want to see a fight between these two from such close proximity.

"Think of it as he's having a nap. When he wakes up, hell he a hybrid." Rebekah informed her

"Klaus turned him, Caroline. His hybrids are failing and we need Bonnie to find a spell to make sure Ty is a success and well lives." I told her giving her the run down of what is happening.

Nevertheless she races up and put her head to his chest to try and find a heart beat. While watching Caroline trying to wake Tyler hopelessly Rebekah was swiping through the photos she had taken with the help of yours truly before coming across a cute picture of Elena and Stefan

"Ugh. Vomit." She said disgusted by the picture before seeing something familiar in the picture and not just Stefan. She zoomed in to the neckless Elena wore since a few days in their relationships before getting up and turning to me shouting "Why is that doppelganger bitch wearing my necklace?!" making me jump a bit.

"Your necklace? That’s the necklace Stefan gave Elena at the beginning of their relationship. How is it your necklace?" I retorted confused on how Elena managed to get a necklace from a vampire whose been in a box for ninety years.

she stormed out of the class with me following slowly compared to her you know seeing as she’s a vampire and all. She marched into the gym hall towards my sister

"Where is it?!? Where is my necklace?" Shouting at Elena to give her necklace to the proper owner.

"What are you talking about?" Asked Rebekah’s big brother confused looking between me and his sister. Giving him the phone, she showed him the picture of the couple with Rebekah’s necklace.

"She has my necklace. Look."

"Well, well, more lies" he replies looking at Elena and Stefan.

"Where... is it?" Rebekah asks slowly and honestly her being somewhat calm is even more terrifying than her furious.

"I don't have it anymore" Elena tells the original which she finds unsatisfactory.

"Your lying!" she bellows before biting Elena’s neck which then Klaus pulls her off and takes her over to the side.

"Knock it off!" Klaus warns his little sister but she isn't backing down that easily, it was her necklace for nine centuries to be fair.

"Make her tell me where it is Nik!" she whines to her brother convincing the hybrid to talk to the doppelganger.

"Where's the necklace, sweet heart? Be honest" trying to convince her to tell them where the necklace is

"I'm telling the truth. Katherine stole it." Elena defends herself, first time for everything I suppose.

"Of course it would be that bitch." I muttered the same time as Klaus yells out dramatically,

"If we had the necklace, it would make things a whole lot easier for your witch, but since we're doing this the hard way, let's put a clock on it, shall we?" Declaring that he was putting a time on this, setting the dreadful noise of the gym clock buzzes and it’s set to twenty minutes stop clock. After this he begins to compel Stefan "Twenty minutes. If Bonnie hasn't found a solution by then, I want you to feed again. Only this time, I want you to feed on Elena. You know you want to." Oh, fantastic my sister is going to be a drained blood bag if Bon doesn’t find the right spell out of thousand within 20 minutes. Wonderful. 

"No, Klaus! don't do this to him!" My sister yells. When is she going to get it through her thick head that these are the Salvatore’s or Katherine these are thee vampires, they don’t take orders from a human even if they are a Petrova doppelganger.

"No one leaves. If she tries to run, fracture her spine".

"Oh how delightful" I muttered.

Rebekah grabs my arm albeit gentler this time taking me away with her and Klaus.

"No! Alex! Let her go please!" I hear Elena beg for my life, which although we are sisters is a nice feeling that she remembered about me.

"Oh love, don't worry your precious Alex will be quite alright with my dear sister." Klaus retorts before walking through the doors to go out to the corridor. "I'm sorry your brought into all this sweet heart." Klaus apologise not even sounding a tad sincere.

"Yeah, let’s just say next time I’m offered a ride I’ll be taking it. rather not get brought into my sisters mess again" this makes Rebekah smirk as we depart ways from her brother to head towards the class we left Caroline and Tyler in.

After a long seventeen awkward minutes with the two blondes sitting opposite sides of the rooms me in the middle being a barrier of sorts but as soon as it hit the three minute left mark Tyler woke up making me race towards the werewolf turned hybrid

"Where am I? What happened?" Tyler questioned the two of us, seeing Rebekah and looking extremely confused

"Tyler" Caroline began but Rebekah interrupted before she could say anymore

"Don't be shy about it."

"What’s going on?" Tyler still and rightly so confused I would be as well if I woke up in a class from a broken neck with three females two vampires.

"Klaus is turning you into a vampire. A hybrid. You’re in transition" Caroline starts off being kind and leaving the hard bits out.

"Don’t leave the hard bits out sweets. you-" but I cut her off

"You'll only live if Bonnie is successful but if she doesn't find a solution then... you'll die" I told him trying to block out any emotion that would rub off on to him and Caroline but not succeeding seeming stressed and upset.

"You’re going to be okay. Okay? It's going to be okay." Caroline says not only trying to convince Tyler but herself also.

"I wonder how she's doing." Showing us the time left on her clock only being two minutes "Tick Tok goes the gym clock."

I look upset and stressed I step outside in the hallway leaving the couple to have a moment but Rebekah follows "I'm sorry, Alex. I don't know what I'd do if someone tried to hurt my brothers the way you are. I'm so sorry" her apology seeming to be more sincere compared to her brothers earlier. I nodded in thanks not wanting to seem remotely weak. Tyler will live. He has to.

I breathe in and out steadying my heart rate before going back into the class where Caroline and Tyler are situated obviously upset, nervous and worried from the look on their face. But after a few minutes and most likely the death of my sister which brings tears to my eyes an unlikely hero comes to save the day and that person is Klaus Mikaelson.

"Well verdicts in. The original witch says the doppelganger should be dead." Making me deflate tears finally running down my cheeks at the thought of my sister dying. I may not have seen eye to eye with her but she was still my sister.

"Does that mean we get to kill her?" Seeming happy until she seems me and then tries to hide her excitement failing in doing so.

"No, I’m fairly certain it means the opposite." He tell his sister

"Wait Elena is alive?" I question the hybrid in which he ignores but putting two and two together I breathe in a sigh of relief that my twin sister is alive.

"What?!?" Rebekah exclaims also being partly ignored by her brother. She pulls Caroline and myself back so we don’t interrupt any process of what will happen such as Klaus feeding my friend my sisters’ blood out of a small test tube.

"Elena’s blood drink it"

"Tyler no!" Caroline yells in warning

"Caroline! He’s dead either way!" Giving her a pleading look if she can be quiet and let this psycho feed him Elena’s blood.

"At least we can agree on something sweet heart" He says talking to me making me glare at him.

After a struggle Tyler finally drinks the blood in the test tube.

"There we go good boy"

"He isn't a dog" I snarked towards the original which he returned with a glare with the same amount of malice I sent him.

"And here was me thinking we were getting along" mirrorring my words earlier.

Once Tyler had finished drinking her blood he coughs and falls to the floor from rolling about on the desk that he was lying on. He was screaming and groaning before he holds his head and screams so loud it hurts my normal human ears. his face finally changes: His eyes are golden and he has fangs along with veins under his eyes just like a vampire. I glanced at Caroline worriedly when Klaus said.

 

"Well, that's a good sign"

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A/N: long chapter for me anyway.

Again hope there's not too mistakes e.g. grammar, spelling, Americanisms.

if you have anything to say please don't hestitate to comment. I appreciate all positive and negative feedback

 Next chapter is really a tad of her relationship with the boys and part of the next episode.

Thanks for reading Lovelies xxx

[fictionalmenmistress]

Writing prompt I just came up with, since this has been on my mind recently with certain stuff going on:

Aren't I enough?

So here we go. A self insert, korean idol oneshot. (FILL IN your own name, and the idol of your choice) *gender neutral*, ANGST, but redeeming ending with touches of fluff. A rollercoaster of emotion and pain, but you'll feel better in the end. Real relationship struggle stuff right here, realistic for the industry.

"Aren't I enough?" You muttered.

The words just kinda slipped out, as you stared up at the stars. You had been hearing your boyfriend talk about how depressed and purposeless he's been feeling without the cheers of his fans surrounding him. For months and months, he's been this slinking shell of himself, admittantly and utterly void at the loss of interaction with his fans.

"I need to know that they love me." He would say. "I need it. I'm empty without knowing if they really love me."

Those words kept echoing through your mind. And the lack of response in his eyes, the emptiness of emotion when you confessed your love over and over again, as sincere as ever. It was like they were all he thought about.

But... he had always said you were his world before. That all he needed was you. So to hear that he felt empty without the screams of millions of other women filling his ears... it made you... sad. Like, that intimate promise was broken.

"What?" He asked.

"Aren't I enough?" You repeated, glancing at him sitting on the porch beside you.

"Its not that simple, baby..." he murmured, with confused and defencive eyes, searching your own with his gaze to find the root of what caused you to say that.

You kind of understood. You always did your best to understand. After all, he was a trainee fresh out of sophmore year of highschool. This was how he was trained to function. He's always been popular, he's always dealt with acceptance from large crowds... and you hadn't. You were alone, used to being alone. You never liked it, but it was just the way your life panned out. You were the outcast... no particular reason other than feeling socially awkward.

And when you both fell in love, you felt like you finally had someone. Someone worth spending life with... who understood you.

Just him, thats all you needed. And, you wanted to accept it, for him, that he needed gratification from others... especially being an idol, with that being his only source of love intake for so long. But why was it so hard?

Why did you choke on your tears, feeling like your existance had no weigh on his life?

That the shallow, worshiping, fleeting screams, of a handful of meaningless faces, was more meaningful to him than looking into the eyes of the one that loved him? The one that he supposedly loved?

The one who knew him intimately, inside and out, emotionally and physically? Was he taking you for granted? Were you being as selfish as you felt you were?

You were so hurt... guilty about even feeling hurt. But at the same time, a part of you fought the guilt, feeling justified and angry.

This is about him, not me. I need to be there for him. He's hurting... but how could he actually feel this way if he loved me? I have a right to be upset! But... how could I say that? Ugh...

I... I'm hurting too...

He stared into your eyes, with a searching, meticulous gaze.

What do I... do?

"Tiger... I want to be here for you." You began, with a waver in your shaky voice. "But... its clear that I can't help you anymore."

"What do you mean?" He asked, leaning forward in his chair. "Why do you look so upset?"

He really didn't know... but, would it be selfish to tell him? It just burst out after that, as you broke down.

"I tell you I love you every moment of every day. I worship the ground you walk on, I make your favorite food so your never hungry, I gaze into your eyes and assure you everything will be alright, I CUDDLE you close in the night, I MOVED IN WITH YOU ACROSS THE WORLD, AWAY from my family... I WANT TO SPEND EVERY MOMENT of my LIFE, with YOU!" You shouted, before taking a deep breath.

"I thought I meant something to you! I thought it was..." you sniffled, as he sat silently, eyebrows intensely furrowed. "I thought it was us against the world. Bonnie and Clyde. I was the only one that understood you the way you understood me..."

"You know I love you-" he casually began, like its a cold, statistical fact, and not an emotional promise.

"I'M NOT DONE!" You shouted, finding it harder to contain the tempest of emotions bottled inside. "I wanted to MARRY YOU! Have your babies, GROW OLD WITH YOU! And... I can't even fill the void of you not being able to perform infront of people. Those women don't even know you... AT ALL. You never see the same fans twice, there's no intimate, REAL connection, to a specific person there." You rambled, picking anxiously at your cuticles to try and cope with the confrontation. "But, we had that. And yet its like you preffer them OVER me! Like, you could live without me fine, 'focusing on your career', as long as you had your fans. But the moment you actually met someone to spend your REAL LIFE WITH, you couldn't LIVE without your precious audience!"

"Wait, you're JEALOUS?" He defencively yelled.

"YEA! I GUESS I AM JEALOUS! Because I clearly CAN'T give you what you need!" You shouted back, sobbing.

The two of you stood to your feet as it escalated.

"I NEVER SAID THAT!" He barked.

"YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO! You said enough!" You snapped back, turning to leave the porch.

"WAIT A SECOND!" He demanded, pulling you back to face him. "What do you mean, WANTED? You DON'T ANYMORE??"

"DO YOU?!" You snapped, whipping back around to face him.

He froze, as you slowly approached him, maintaining a cooler composure in your voice.

"What would you do? If I birthed us a baby, and you ended the fame life, like you promised?" You calmly said, as you stared intently into his eyes, as tears continued to pour down your face. "You'd sink into depression, and hate your spouce. You'd resent your baby, and you'd collapse into a man who sees his life as one that ruined what he could have had. You'd be a shell of yourself. All because you don't have the cheers of your DOTING fans... NO. The love of the people who care about you most would never be enough."

It felt like you spit a knife. You were satisfied, rushed with the adrenaline of saying what you wanted to say, even though you regretted it as soon as it left your lips. This wasn't about winning an argument though...

Oh no... what had you just done?

His face was blank with shock. You could see tears well in the corners of his eyes, as he gently removed his hand from your arm, dropping it to his side.

He finally brought himself to glance away, rolling his jaw with a dropped open mouth, as he took in a shaky deep breath.

"I... I shouldn't have said that..." you whispered, glancing down in shame. "I..."

"No, don't apologise. That's how you feel, isn't it?" He calmly said.

It was always a little concerning, the way he seemed so calm when he was the most upset. That was when you knew you really screwed up.

But his voice... it was gentle, not direct, like it usually was.

Things were silent, as you mustered up your strength to continue.

"If I can't fulfill you in the way you need most... perhaps we weren't as perfect for eachother as we thought. I can't keep seeing you suffer... it makes me feel helpless when I have no way to soothe you. If I'm not enough, I'm just... not. And, that's okay. Someone else will be... just... it will destroy me if I stay. You're being torn apart. I'm being torn apart."

You didn't want to say it, but... it was what would be best, at least, for now. For the both of you.

"I'll call up your OTHER soulmate (*his best friend and bandmate*), to come be with you, since that always seemed to help before I came along. But, I think its best... if we..."

You hesitated, about to say-

"I don't WANT space." He interrupted, reading your mind and gulping. He glanced down into your eyes. "I don't." He whispered.

"Tiger..." you shook your head, refusing to get stuck in those deep eyes, that would make it 1000 times harder to leave.

"What I WANT, is help. I need... professional help, Y/N." He vulnrably whispered, glancing down before you shamefully.

"What?" You whispered, completely lost at the confession.

"I DO love you. I love you more than life itself. And you complete me in ways no one else will... I guess, I've just been talking more about my problems than showing you how much it means to me that I have someone I can share my problems with, and walk with." He began, blushing a little. "I never thought..."

He cleared his throat, gathering his courage to take your hand into his own.

"I never stopped and realized how this was hurting you too. The show doesn't mean more to me than you do... and I'm sorry that I've led you to believe that."

"Hon... no. I've failed you." You murmured, taking responsibility.

"NO, Y/N, I've failed YOU." He corrected. "I'm... broken. I have an unhealthy attatchment to fame, and I didn't even realize it until you told me that."

"I've just been stuck going through the motions, isolating from you." He whispered.

"No, I should have been there for you more, I should have done whatever it takes. I made this about me," you muttered, not wanting him to take all the guilt and responsibility. You wish you could have handled it better than you did.

"You WERE." He assured, placing your hand against his chest, as he stared deeply into your eyes. "Your breaking point was a wake-up call... it should have never gotten that far. I'm sorry I did this to us... to you. Please, I don't want to lose you..." he whispered, full of sincerity.

You held your breath.

"But... what if I'm not enough? Later on?" You sniffled, trying to hide your quivering lip. "I don't want to hold you back from being fulfilled, if I'm not the one for you... if someone can do better than me and we just don't know that yet..."

"You're rambling," he whispered, as a bitter-sweet grin pulled into his tear-trailed cheeks, tucking your hair behind your ear. He always had loved it when you rambled...

It had been so long since he's looked at you like this... touched you like this... you forgot what it had felt like.

"You are the one I love. You are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I'm just... struggling." He cried, hesitantly breaking down. "I'm... I just need some help and time, baby. I see that I need to work past this."

The fact that he saw missing the crowds as something that needed to stop so he could keep you... it suddenly hit you. That was enough to fully grasp that you did, in fact, still mean something to him. That you weren't less important, since he chose to keep you, instead choosing the crowds over you walking away.

"Please... let me have another chance. To make things right, to heal back to where I once was. I want to take care of you, I want to stop feeling this detatchment anxiety... I want to be free from this so we can have a private life together." He pleaded. "You're right... it does feel like a rush to be on stage. But its fleeting, and empty after. I got addicted like a drug, the high then the massive low. You... you're my rock. I am comfortable and secure with you. I love you, and that lasts. I took you for granted because of that... and I'm so sorry."

You stared into his eyes, as the rising sunlight began to illuminate the sky. After a moment of taking in his words, you pulled him closer and kissed his lips. The both of you kissed so intimately, so desparately... like it had been years. He kissed you deeply, as you kissed him. It was apologetic, and loving, and hungry, and desparate... and it was beautiful.

After a moment, you slowly broke away, gently leaning forehead to forehead.

"I'm sorry too. I'm sorry I lashed out on you." You cried, pulling him into a tight hug. "I love you, of COURSE I'll give you another chance!"

He began to cry too, quieter than you, since his personality was more reserved, but just as emotionally. And you held onto eachother like that for the next couple of hours. Just... together. Mending. Healing slowly.

Its going to be a long road, but as long as you walked on it together, you felt reassured that it would all be worth it.

Important lesson:

Its not your job to fix them. Its just your job to love them. Communicate. Be forgiving, but remember that you need to feel loved too. Don't neglect yourself if your certain there's no end in sight, but be there for eachother through your seasons of hardship. You can make it, if you both truly love eachother and try.

I hope and pray the best for you and your significant other. I hope you'll keep fighting and make it through, if its worth fighting for.