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I was like 11-12 years old when I figured out at a boring-ass church activity that you could put rocks into little plastic spoons and then pelt people who annoyed me with them. I did this for the rest of the activity, and at Sunday dinner the next night was bragging about my victory (cornering the mean kid who picked on my youngest brother and pelting him with rocks). One of my cousins was like âno way, that sounds SO fun! Letâs do that RIGHT NOW!â So we grabbed spoons and went and got pebbles from the back yard and launched them at each other.
The problem was my grandma sold her soul for the worldâs most resilient plastic spoons so we could launch those fuckers HARD. I gave out welts like candy on Halloween, and I got them back in kind.
So we resorted to taking cover and giggling until we got whacked, then yelping, then returning fire.
My cousin hid in my grandpaâs little fishing boat. It was a good boat, but simple and honestly underused. We didnât know the little windows on it, meant to keep the wind out of my grandpaâs face while he drove, were cracking. However, they were definitely cracking. Eventually it became obvious and we realized we had been being dumb.
This was NOT the first time in my life Iâd been dumb roughhousing and broken something, and I had developed a reputation in my family as being âsuicidally honestâ so I was the one to deliver the bad news. My grandpa let out a pretty good chuckle and said it was OK, tousled my hair, and asked my grandma to bring me cake. I am not kidding. I learned later he hated his boat and only bought it for his kidsâ sakes, since he thought everyone needed to know how to fish. At the time though I was just bewildered and pleased at my good fortune. FINALLY, at long last, being honest and telling the truth about breaking something expensive was getting me cake. I knew if I kept trying it would eventually serve me, and now so had CAKE. I was pleased as could be.
My dad, on the other hand, was livid. He LOVED that boat. He spent several weeks each summer recovering from breaking ribs in that boat every year for about 7 years prior to this incident. He had great memories and memories that boat. So he told my Grandma NO cake for me AND that Iâd be coming by this weekend to fix stuff around the house and pay for the broken window with my babysitting/lawn mowing money.
Obviously I was devastated, but that felt more in-line with the way things normally went when I broke something expensive so I just figured it was OK. My grandpa gave my grandma a look and sadly said âOk, have her here on Saturday to help me with some yard work.â
That Saturday my dad woke me up at 6:00 sharp and drove me, sleepy and bewildered, to my grandpaâs house. He was mumbling under his breath the whole time but he thought he was teaching me consequences for my actions so he was ultimately OK with it.
We get to my grandpaâs house at 6:15. My grandpa is outside with a ladder hanging Christmas lights. The lawn is freshly mowed, the trees and garden are weeded and well-tended to, the carnations in the front yard look immaculate, and my grandpa has this giddy mischievous look on his face. He tells me he was so excited that I was coming over that he couldnât sleep, so he did all the yard work himself. He asked me to help him put up Christmas lights and decorate the Christmas tree, which I did, then said that because I was such a good helper I could have some pancakes for breakfast. I was sent home with the slice of cake I had been denied the week before, wrapped to keep it as fresh as possible.
The whole way home my dad looked a little miffed, but told me that he was glad I had been honest and was proud of me for helping grandpa. I know he wanted me to Learn a Lessonâ˘ď¸the cowboy way, like he had as a kid, but didnât have much room to complain since Iâd still been Put To Work.
I think that was a lesson for both of us, although Iâm not totally sure what it was supposed to show me. I think it was my grandpaâs way of showing my dad that discipline without tenderness doesnât count as much. He died last year and I miss him terribly, as does my dad. I hope that my story of victory, drama, punishment, and ultimately a secret second victory is meaningful to someone else out there, but if not it still means a lot to me â¤ď¸
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i really like the way arcane is exploring police brutality and class essentialism through caitlynâs character. iâve seen a lot of people getting upset about this, and yesâit is supposed to be disturbing. caitlynâs position of power, her anger regarding her motherâs death, and her increasing hatred of the people of zaun is going in a dangerous direction because thatâs what happens when privileged people lash out against their âaggressorsâ who are, in reality, oppressed.
many people seem angry at both caitlyn and the showrunners for developing caitlynâs character in this direction. itâs upsetting. itâs tragic. caitlyn hitting vi with the butt of her gun like a true cop and leaving her to cry wrenched my fucking heart.
but this is why i love stories. corruption arcs and dark nights of the soul can make them extremely interesting.
i love analysing the layers of characters. my instinctive reaction towards caitlynâs corruption arc was excitementâthe path sheâs going down is like that of a star wars villain. she is a dangerous (and simultaneously vulnerable) person who is grieving and lost and is therefore malleable, and ambessa medarda has decided to use caitlynâs grief and anger to serve her own purposes. this will leave caitlyn with blood on her hands and a hard path towards redemption.
i would urge my fellow arcane enjoyers to remember that characters are not real individuals and the aim of telling stories is not necessarily to guide them towards happy endings, perfect relationships, and moral correctness. i obviously donât support caitlynâs actions (just making this clear after receiving a confused comment on a previous post).
my heart breaks for vi after act 1. i hope sheâs able to find her feet again after the awful shit sheâs been throughâlosing not two but three parental figures, being pushed to become an enforcer despite her serious cognitive dissonance surrounding this, deciding to take it upon herself to kill her estranged sister, and finally losing caitlyn whom she had come to think of as a reliable constant through everything that has happened.
iâll enjoy watching her punch her sorrows away with some awesome rhea ripley-esque makeup on, though.
#i literally never know if iâve used whom right btw#caitlyn kiramman#vi arcane#arcane discussion#arcane discourse#arcane#caitvi
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Now that I have sat with my thoughts for a couple of days, I want to talk about some things:
There are too many people trying to defend Caitlyn's actions, so I have to say: NOTHING, and I mean absolutely nothing, justifies fascism. "Oh but she's grieving and blahblahblah" you know who else was grieving?! The mother of the kid Jayce killed in season 1. You know who else?! Vi and Powder that saw enforcers murder their parents, just like many other children from Zaun. Caitlyn destroyed her mother's legacy in the police brutalityâ˘ď¸ operation, you understand how fucked up this is? Her mother's recording is saying "the people from Zaun deserve to breathe," and she did it anyways. If you sympathise with Piltover, you're either part of the problem or naĂŻve enough to fall for fascist propaganda.
Ekko is the only real one. Not a single slightly evil bone in his body. Everything he does, he does for his people, not in a persuit of power, or revenge. He's genuinely good, so much so that he's willing to hang out with not only Heimerdinger, but also Jayce just so he could protect his community. He deserves so much better and I'll be heartbroken when he finds out that Vi was involved in Caitlyn's operation.
I don't know how Vi can forgive Caitlyn after what happened. I know I wouldn't. It just goes to show that you cannot trust that privileged people are going to be different just cause they were nice to you. Viktor found that out in season 1 and Vi is finding this out now.
Do you guys think the black rose is gonna pretend to be Mel?! I don't play LOL, but it is to my understanding that the black rose can make clones, so it'd be obvious that they're gonna take Mel's identity
Saw some people on twitter and tiktok (of course they were there) denying that jayvik has heavy romantic undertones by stating "they're friends! They're like brothers! Why everything has to be gay now?" and EVERYTHING HAS TO BE GAY CAUSE I SAID SO, NOW SHUT UP! But seriously though, I understand that to cishet viewers, their relationship might seem strictly platonic, 'cause they lack the eye that we, queer people, have for these things. And that's okay. Not everyone needs to understand the nuances of a homoerotic friendship. But in the same breath, they're quick to say that "Viktor was thinking about Sky, so obviously he's straight" and that pissed me off, cause: 1 - have you looked at him?; 2 - He feels responsible for her death (cause he was)! He's thinking about her because he feels GUILTY! that man was not interested in Sky whatsoever; 3 - it's so heteronormative to think that a man and a woman can't be friends, they're so adamant in denying jayvik cause "they're friends!" but they do the same fucking thing!; and finally 4 - HAVE YOU LOOKED AT HIM???
Anyone that sides with Piltover would probably be a zionist as well. I don't have to explain this.
The trio "Sevika, Jinx and Isha" is probably my favourite thing in Act 1, I just can't get enough of them.
#arcane season 2#arcane#vi arcane#caitlyn kiramman#caitvi#jinx arcane#ekko arcane#viktor arcane#jayce talis#sevika arcane#mel medarda#isha arcane#i'll edit this post later if i remember anything else i'd like to add#jayvik
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Suggestions, in respective order:
+ Stop being unpleasant to men?
+ Do you think maybe you shouldn't assume that you know their interests better than they do? Most people who think that about most people in most situations turn out to be wrong
+ That one's fair, social media is bad
+ I mean. Okay. We should address "lazy minds and lack of empathy" but you *did* just say that you thought you knew what was better for other people better than they did. Obviously, this is a very easy-feeling answer that doesn't seek to imagine what it is like to be a Trump voter.
+ yeah, like all the Iranian bots convincing you to hate Israel. We should definitely address all the bots from other countries. Though, y'know... 1st amendment. You can't really regulate speech.
+ i mean... really, what do you want to do? You aren't really allowed to regulate speech.
things we need to address:
gen z men getting pulled into alt-right pipelines through andrew tate, joe rogan, elon musk, jordan peterson etc
the gullibility and stupidity of half the country voting against our collective best interests
the broad effect social media has on public and common good
lazy minds and lack of empathy
outside-country interference (trump and elonâs connections to russia and the amount of bots from other countries spreading misinformation)
the long-term effects of AI and rampant disinformation
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JUNO - Bucky Barnes
Authors Note: Gah, here we go again with the bucky fics since he looked so damn good in that trailer! Enjoy!
Word Count: 4215
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT.....and more smut.
Requests: OPEN
Main Masterlist ~ ~ Halloween 2024 Event
[Thank you for the gif @ayo-edebiri ]
Enjoy!
âDon't have to tell your hot ass a thing
Oh yeah, you just get it
Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit
God bless your dad's genetics, mm, uhâ
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You were a terrible terrible person, this was a fact. It would be put on whatever wikipedia page they made for villains as soon as people figured it out, which considering the rage building in your body would be any moment now. Why were you a terrible person? Thatâs easy to explain.Â
There was a time where everyone avoided your boyfriend like the plague, when the Winter Soldier cliche had been stuck to his image like a nail in a tire and everyone treated him like crap. And who stayed by his side? You. Not that it was ever about keeping score because you just wanted what was best for him. But now that people are all about kissing his ass since he had some new found fame? You wished things would go back to the way they were. And that made you a terrible person.Â
Who would want things to go back when your love was treated terribly?
But then you see girls like Montana clinging to his side and that little green monster in the pit of your stomach begins growing and growing until it leads to moments like now, with you standing at the bar clutching your glass like it was the only thing tethering you to this earth.Â
Yet another gala was being thrown, this time it was âRockstars for Schooling Fundsâ and Bucky was required to attend for PR. And attend your man did. The jacket, the tie, the pushed back hair and the hot ass glare.Â
From the second you saw him ready for tonight you were ready to pull him into the bedroom and never leave, your skin grew hot just remembering the feeling of his hands roaming your body as you tried to lead him into the bedroom. He obviously didnât fall for it and now you were here watching Montana hold onto his arm as she laughed at something he said.Â
As if sensing your glare he turns to catch your eye, and you know that he was surveying your safety by the sharp look in his eyes and all you can think was âGod bless your dads geneticsâ. But you refuse to break for him, so you shrug and turn back to the bar ready to order yourself another drink.Â
Best thing about wearing a dress like the one you were wearing tonight? Attention. Within seconds the men at the bar were clamoring to buy you a drink, crooked smiles and lame pick up lines. The prized contender? The southern man with kind eyes wearing his very own black cowboy hat.Â
This could be fun.Â
âWhatâll it be?â He drawls and you have to fight off the blush filling your cheeks just at the sound of it.Â
âHmm, I haven't decided yet.â You flirt, batting your lashes for a second. âThink you can help a girl out?â
âThereâs the âSave a Horse, Ride a Cowboyâ.â He reads off the little menu, looking up to you from under his hat, giving a smooth wink and you huff out a small laugh.Â
âWould it be worth my time?â
âItâs the best on the menu from what I can see.â As if on cue you both look out to the crowd around you at the gala, with loud music and cheesy rockstar costumes, and whilst he is trying to make a point your eyes roam for a familiar head of hair. But the group that Bucky had been sitting with for the past 30 minutes was now short a member, your man. âWho would want to waste time with any of these cruds when you could have a real drink sugar?â
But the words were lost on you as your eyes traced over the room in a hurried panic. Where did he go?
But then your nose fills with a familiar woodsy scent as a familiar arm wraps around your waist in a tight grip that has the cowboy standing straight up in his own panic.Â
âYeah Doll, how bout a real drink?â
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âYou make me wanna make you fall in love
Oh, late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you, ah-ah
Wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs?
Oh, I hear you knockin', baby, come on upâ
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That little green monster building in your stomach? Now she had a fire pal burning straight through your skin at the image of the icy glare Bucky managed to send in the cowboys direction, the fingers on your waist tightening and digging into your skin.Â
âI was just talking to my friend here about drinks.â You hum out, watching his jaw tighten as he continues to glare. âWhat do you know about drinks?â
The cowboy, who you now knew to be a foolish man since he still stood in that spot, lets out a smooth chuckle. âConsidering heâs holding an old fashioned I would say not much, Sugar.â
âReally? I always thought that the old fashioned ways worked in seduction. At least they did for me.â Bucky all but growls out, pulling you closer to him. âNow how bout we ask the gal. Do my old fashioned ways work?âÂ
As if to prove his point he presses his thigh between your legs just a notch and squeezed at your waist, you were lost.Â
âNo words? Hmm? Interesting.â He smiles, âThink you need a break from the crowd?â
He doesnât waste time waiting for an answer, rather he keeps his grip on your waist as he leads you through the large gala, keeping the glare on his features that has people backing away to avoid his anger. You however basked in it, and as he lead you into the bathroom with the slam of the door and an easy movement to lock the door.Â
You got right to work, hopping onto the counter and wiggling a bit as he turns back to you.Â
You look up at him through you lashes, kicking one foot out a bit to expose your leg to him. âI mean not that I donât love this vibe, we didnât pack the handcuffs baby.âÂ
âOh so the pretty girl thinks sheâs funny.â He chuckles, stepping forward and moving his hands to the top of your thighs to squeeze before pulling you forward harshly. âIn case you havenât realized it, this is the moment where you start giving me reasons to give you what you so badly want.âÂ
Words failed you as his palms roamed your skin, rubbing soft circles to begin pushing up your dress.Â
âOh, Iâm the one in trouble here?â You huff, leaning back as he pushed his way in between your thighs. âFunny, here I was thinking of granting you mercy.â
âOh thatâs how we are playing it, huh?â And just like that he is pressing the pad of his flesh thumb right onto your core, pulling a sharp gasp from you as you tried to close your legs out of instinct only for him to press you down with his metal hand. âYou were saying, sugar?â
âOhâŚâ You moan, back arching as he circles his thumb with a smug smile, leaning into you to pull your lips into a fervent kiss. It draws your breath until your gasping into him for air, your hands woven into his hair to keep him there and save you all in the same go while he teases at pulling your panties down only to pull back in a matter of seconds leaving you there to try and catch your breath.Â
Seconds away from achieving your high only to be left stranded leaves you whining and leaning forward to get him back into your arms.Â
He tsks at you, pushing you back gently as you continue whining.Â
âWhat will you give me?â
âAnything.â You gasp out, kissing at the wrist of the hand holding you back, nipping at the flesh of it as you reach for him metal arm to pull you back in. He gives in a little, allowing you to press your hips into his so release some of the pressure. âPlease baby.â
âThen how about you behave for the last hour, and weâll go home and get you sorted. Yeah?â
âFine,â You snip out, tracing your hand up his metal arm before making it to his collarbone and pressing your hips further into his. âIâll be good. I promise.â
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âI know you want my touch for life
If you love me right, then who knows?
I might let you make me Juno
You know I just mightâ
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And you feel like a fool for making that promise as he leads you through the crowd once more, this time with a pressure begging to be released in your lower belly as he keeps his metal hand on your lower back. The chill of the metal while your body is ablaze has you reeling, reaching a hand back to keep a hold on him.Â
You think of all the things he can do to you as he talks with the Galas president, digging your nails into the sleeve of his tux as you push your thighs together a bit, leaning your nose into him to inhale his scent as he talks with a bold presence.Â
When that Montana girl comes back you learn that she is an assistant for the program and that little green monster leads you to nip at his ear in front of her before kissing at his neck to leave a lipstick mark.Â
He looks at you for a moment, leaning in to give you a peck on the lips before turning to talk to her some more but itâs too late, youâre already in a haze. The green monster and the red flame have mixed to make their very own monster.Â
So you pull him in by his tie, pressing your lips to his ear and whispering the words you knew would break him. âGimme me a baby.â
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âLet you lock me down tonight
One of me is cute, but two though?
Give it to me, baby
You make me wanna make you fall in love (Oh)â
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It was the one secret weapon youâve never used, but have always known about.Â
Back in the beginning of the relationship while you were learning the ins and outs of eachother you noticed how much he loved the pill since it hadnât been too popular back in his day. He loved the freedom it gave him to mark you as his, but you also noticed the lingering gaze on your stomach and or the intent look he gave when you took the pill.Â
But you had never been ready for a kid, you wanted to save that for that someone special who you could raise them with. But you knew that Bucky was it, you knew that he was your touch for life. Why not give in?
And the thrill of giving in the second his eyes meet yours makes it worth it, seeing the heat as he pulls you in so tight you might as well be one person.Â
âCome on baby, one of me is cute but two though?â You whisper, leaning up to bite at his lip before his hands come up to pull you into a feral kiss as he begins to lead you out the doors.Â
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âI showed my friends, then we high-fived (Ah-ah)
Sorry if you feel objĐľctified (Ah-ah)
Can't help myself, hormonĐľs are high
Give me more than just some butterfliesâ
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âEasy there.â He grunts out the second you press him into the seats of the limo, straddling him with ease as your nails rake down his chest to begin tracing the buttons of his shirt. âI might feel objectified.â
âI donât give a shit,â You gasp, ripping his shirt open before attacking his chest with kisses. You take to kissing his chest, dragging your lips from spot to spot in order to mark him as much as you can as he pulls you down to move his hips into your with a groan.Â
Your eyes flutter closed at the heat that crosses through your body at the sound, whining out a bit as he begins to grind into you, pulling you up from his chest with a swift pull to lock your lips together as the limo makes a turn.Â
The kiss was feral, teeth gnashing, thigh clenching kiss that has you gripping his shoulders and pushing your hips into his a little quicker. Biting down onto his lip when he stills your hips with his hands before pulling back.Â
âYou gonna let me lock you down?â He whispers, rubbing your hip as he moves you with ease until your legs are splayed over his lap and he can reach between them to pull more moans from you. âGonna let me keep you forever?â
âYesâŚ.â You whine out the second he begins rubbing at your core once more, this time with the metal hand. The chill of the metal over the fabric is driving you crazy and you press your hips up for more pressure and as a sign you want the panties off.Â
He is quick to oblige, pulling his hand to the waistband of them and ripping them off in one easy movement before pushing his fingers back to ease one into your center. âIâll give you anything you want. But you already knew that when you said I could give you a baby. Didnât you?â
And just like that he pushes two more fingers in, curling them in a fluid motion as his lips press into the pressure point of your throat. He works his fingers in a fast paced motion as you close your eyes and give into the feeling, letting him suck and bite at your neck as much as he wanted to.Â
And once you reach your high he merely speeds up his movements until your shaking in his lap.Â
âAtta girl.â He grunts, pulling his fingers up to suck on while you blink at him, still shaking from that orgasm.Â
âI love you.â You murmur to him, leaning on for a gentle kiss. He laughs into it, rubbing at the back of your neck in a sweet gesture before putting your torn panties in his pocket and looking to see how close you are to home.Â
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âYou make me wanna make you fall in love
Oh, late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you, ah-ah
Wanna try out some freaky positions?
Have you ever tried this one?â
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The calm ease he had built up for the rest of the limo ride was quick to vanish the second the limo pulled up to the curb, pushing the door open and pulling you out so quickly your legs swing until he pulls you up so you can wrap them around his waist. âYou okay?â
âIâm fine.â You giggle, letting him carry you inside until the front door closes and he can set you down to lock it. Even in the mix of all this he can never slack on your safety, and you were sure that once he spent all your energy he would come down here for one last safety check.Â
You let him do what he needed to do, walking to the kitchen with a fleeting look to him before grabbing a glass of water to sip on while you waited, legs still a little shaky. But you donât have much time since he comes around the corner into the kitchen, leaning on the fridge with a small smile as he watches you every movement.Â
âEverything locked up and safe?â You ask, moving one step closer to him.
âYes.â He responds, the deep voice causing a shiver to move down your spine as he takes a step similar to yours without taking his eyes off you.Â
âI think itâs so hot you know.â One of his eyebrows raise at your words, the small smile turning into a smirk. âI donât think Iâve ever met anyone in this world as protective as you.â
He merely hums back, taking another step closer as his eyes roam over your body. âYeah?â
âMmhmm. And I was thinking that you deserved an award.âÂ
âI do?â You almost laugh at how innocent the question comes out, but you donât have time since your already turning to press yourself into the counter, pushing your hips out and pulling your dress up to expose yourself to him as he audibly growls. âHave we every tried this before?â
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âI know you want my touch for life
If you love me right, then who knows?
I might let you make me Juno
You know I just mightâ
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His hands are upon you in an instant, rubbing at your hips as his body presses into yours to kiss at the back of your neck, and you realize that he is still wearing his undershirt and pants. The metal of the belt buckle digs into your back as you reach back to undo his belt.Â
You hear him undo it and get ready, pressing your forehead into the tile of the counter as he grabs your hands and begins wrapping your hands together with the leather belt. And you should be embarrassed at the moan that fills the air once you realize what he is doing before he undoes his pants and you feel him press at your center.Â
Heâs quick to press in, and you both your moans fill the air as he presses his forehead into the exposed skin of your back before beginning to rut himself up into you. With every aggressive push of his hips into yours the doors of the cabinet on the counter shake, the cold tile of the counter hitting your hip over and over and over as he claims you for his own.Â
With one hand holding the belt that is biting into the flesh of your wrists and the other holding the counter to keep you both stable he stands straight and lets free. Every harsh threat is followed by his grunts and your moans, the sound of skin slapping filling the room before the hand from the counter comes to hold your hair.Â
Itâs feral, and hot. And the feeling of his flesh hand pulling at your hair has you tightening around him enough that he canât fight his own moan.Â
And the second you hear it you are coming undone around him, shaking harshly as he keeps you held up before you collapse, continuing his thrusts until you reach the peak of the high once more and spasm around him.Â
Once you come down, panting heavily and keeping your forehead pressed into the cold tile, he works on undoing his belt to release you as he pulls himself out of you and pulls his pants up.Â
You are quick to turn on him, tears in your eyes partly due to the intense orgasm and the fact that you still havenât gotten what you wanted. âBaby pleaseâŚ.â
âEasy doll.â He whispers, pulling you into his arms to wrap himself around you, picking you up easily. âYouâll get it. Donât you fret.â
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âLet you lock me down tonight
One of me is cute, but two though?
Give it to me, baby
You make me wanna make you fall in loveâ
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He carries you into the bedroom bridal style, setting you down at the foot of the bed before leaning down to grab the end of your dress and pull it over your head, kissing his way up your body so slowly you feel like you might just die. By the time the fabric is over your head he throws it to the side, his gaze meeting yours in a tense blaze.Â
You knew within an instant that he had gotten serious, and as you kept your gaze on his he let your hands roam until you begin pulling his undershirt off before you reach to undo his waistband. âWhatâs that look for?â
âDid you knowâŚ.â He keeps his voice to a whisper as he kicks off his shoes and shucks off his pants, pulling off his socks and throwing everything to the side before moving his hands to either side of your cheeks. âThat itâs not actually proven that the amount of orgasms a women has is connected to their ability to conceive.â
âYeah?â You smile, waiting for him to get to the pointÂ
âI did a lot of research.â He says proudly, âSo though the amount of orgasms I give you donât end up mattering in the endâŚ..they sure are fun.â
And you canât fight the loud laugh that escapes when he gently tackles you onto the bed, making it bounce a bit as he pushes your thighs open with his hands and pressing them into you by the backs of them.Â
âYou ready doll?â
âAlways for you sergeant.â
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âAdore me
Hold me and explore me
Mark your territory (Ah-ah)
Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one (Ah-ah)â
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He keeps the eye contact, soft and open, as he slides himself between your folds to use your past orgasms as his lubricant before pressing into your center and moaning a bit as he pushes himself in. Whereas the romp downstairs had been feral and fast this one started slow, allowing him to kiss at your face as you adjusted to his size this time.Â
His weight presses you into the bed, and your hands find purchase at his back so he can pull himself back before pushing his hips back into yours. Slow and precise, every pull he left a kiss and every push has just enough friction on your core that has you arching your back.Â
It had been years of him learning your body and by this point he knew how to play it like the back of his hand. It was his and he liked keeping what's his cared for. When you arched a little more he knew he should speed up, and when you closed your eyes he reached a hand down to grip at the fat of your ass, fingers digging in as he readjusted you both for more pleasure.Â
And once you came around him, spasming and moaning loudly, all bets were off.Â
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âAdore me
Hold me and explore me (Ah-ah)
I'm so fuckin' horny
Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only oneâ
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His entire weight comes down, crushing you beneath him not that your complaining. Between the warmth of his skin and the mix of your sweat with his you both have traction to move as his thrusts turn wild.Â
Over and over at a speed he hadnât reached with you before, his eyes are clenched shut as he ruts into you, overstimulating you as you begin to sob from the pleasure. Your entire body shakes with every intense hump.Â
Between his thrusts you meet your peak once more, screaming out as his own thrusts become erratic and harsher.Â
By the time he finishes he leans down to your ear so you can hear the heavy moan that escapes him as he fills you to the brim, shaking and pinching you with his metal arm. And his release seems never ending as he continues to thrust, until you are both completely spent and collapse into the cool sheets.Â
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â(Oh, I) I know you want my touch for life
If you love me right, then who knows?
I might let you make me Juno
You know I just might (Might)â
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You had managed to fall asleep and only woke up at the realization that he wasnât near you, vision blurry as you looked around. He had cleaned you up and tucked you in with a glass of water on the nightstand, but his side of the bed was empty.Â
So you sit up, ready to go check on him, until you realize how sore you were and stay on the bed to listen for him. You hear the sound of him shuffling around downstairs to check all the locks before he begins climbing up the stairs.Â
You know he makes the noise for you, otherwise he would be as stealthy as an assassin.Â
By the time he enters the doorway there is a small smile playing at his lips while you open your arms and pull him in to lay with you.Â
âGoodnight.â You whisper.Â
âGoodnight, Doll.â
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âLet you lock me down tonight
One of me is cute, but two though?
Give it to me, baby
You make me wanna make you fall in loveâ
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The waiting was the most dreadful feeling.Â
Sitting on the edge of the bathtub with the test sitting on the counter between where you sat and where your husband sat in the hallway with the back of his head laid against the door.Â
It was silent but not in a malicious way, more of a calming way as his metal hand whirred before the alarm on your phone goes off and you both shoot up to look.Â
âIs itâŚâ
âIâŚ.â
And you both lean to look at the same time to see just how well those new positions took.
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Klaus Mikaelson x Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Pt. 22
Word Count-Â 12.8k
Warnings-swearing, violence, mentions of bad parents, alcoholism, Mikeal and his abuse, self-loathing
Soulmates. What the hell are soulmates? Well, obviously I know what the definition of a soulmate is but what the hell does it mean in the supernatural world? Neither of the two Salvatores that drove me home last night were very chatty about it.Â
âFables is what it is, Y/n.â
That is all Demon told me last night when he walked me to my front door. After I watched the two brothers drive off I stayed up for hours, actual hours, 5 to be exact, pacing my room waiting for Elijah to keep good to his word and come see me to explain what the hell happened tonight. But with the morning light streaming in my bedroom window, I realize that once again holding a man to his promise is never something I should do.
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I stare blankly at the multiple unread text messages and missed calls from Elena. All morning sheâs been trying to call me but right now I donât have the energy to handle whatever she wants to talk about, especially since itâs probably something that everyone else knows and Iâm the last one to find out, per usual.Â
When I havenât been staring at my phone, Iâve been staring up at my white ceiling, replaying the events of last night in my head over and over again. Last night when I was up waiting for Elijah I researched everything I could possibly find on soulmates. But the more I read the more I started to freak the fuck out so I had to stop that for my own sanity. Which is ironic because I honestly donât think I have any sanity left in me to spare.Â
âDamn, you look like shit,â Theoâs obnoxious voice comes from an open doorway.
âLeave, Gremlin,â I groan as I grab a pillow and hold it over my face.
âNope, sorry,â I hear his voice and then the pillow is ripped away from me, âYour depression is stinking up the house and I donât need it affecting me. So get your ass up. Weâre going clubbing.â
I move nothing but my eyes as I look at my brother.Â
âWe live in Mystic Falls. Where the hell would we go clubbing?â
Theo thinks to himself for a moment before tapping his chin, âAlright. Good point. See this is why we work, you're the brains,â He points to me, âAnd Iâm the beauty.âÂ
âLeave me to rot,â I groan and try to reach for the pillow and he swats my hand.
âBack, demon! Listen, get your ass up Iâm hungry and Iâm going to give you the honor of buying me lunch,â Theo declares like this is some great prize Iâve won.
âNo thanks,â I grab my blanket and cover my face with it.
A moment later my blanket it being ripped off of me, âY/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, I swear to the heavens above I will grab the garden hose and drench this entire room and yourself with it if youâre not in the car in 5 minutes,â Theo glares at me and then leans down and picks at a piece of my hair with disgust clear on his face, âActually make that 10 minutes, you need to kick whatever family of rats is living in that mess you call hair.â
I go to complain but Theo shushes me, âI mean it! Iâll get the goddamn hose!â
I watch Theo dramatically stomp out of my room and I let out a sigh.
â
âI hate you,â I say to my brother as he holds open the door to The Grill for me.
Theo sends me a sweet smile, âNo one could hate this face.â
I roll my eyes and begin to walk to an empty table when I notice Caroline and Elena sitting together at a table in front of us.Â
Shit.Â
I try to blend into the crowd but my obnoxious brother ruins that.
��Elena! Hey, Elena,â Theoâs voice booms throughout the restaurant and I instantly try to make myself as small as possible when I notice people turning to look at us.Â
âTheo, stop,â I hit my brother in the stomach but he just grabs my hand and pulls me along.
We get to the girl's table in no time, thanks to Theoâs sprinting, and Elena instantly sits up in her seat when she sees me.
âHey, Y/n,â Elena smiles softly at me and I nod my head at her and then send a smile to Caroline.
âIâm sorry about your Dad, Caroline. Damon told me this morning,â I say softly to her and she nods.
âThanks, Y/n. And I was going to tell you myself but I just forgot,â Caroline reasons, and Stefanâs words from last night come barreling through my head.Â
âY/n?â
I shake my head clear and then try to pull a smile on my face, âYa, totally. Donât worry about it.â
âIâve tried to call you,â Elena tries to get my attention and I donât meet her eyes.
âYa, I forgot to charge my phone last night,â I lie and she looks at me as if sheâs not sure she believes me.Â
âOh, okay. Um,â She goes silent for a moment before gesturing to the table, âWould you guys like to join us? Weâre talking about the Mikaelsonâs throwing their weird ball. Their mother invited me personally because she wants to speak to me about something.â
At Elenaâs words, I frown in confusion, âWho are you talking about? Who are the Mikaelsons?â
âWait! A party?! Thereâs going to be a party,â Theoâs practically jumping in place as he looks wide-eyed at the two girls.Â
Elena looks at me confused for a second before lowering her head, âThe Originals. Theyâre the Mikaelsons. We got invites this morning to attend their ball tonight,â Elena frowns sadly, âDid you not get one?â
A tightness in my chest builds at her pitiful look and I am sent back to my childhood when I would be the only kid in class who never got an invite to any of the other kidâs birthday parties.Â
âNaw, we havenât got anything,â Theo chimes in for me and I feel and lower his hand to wrap his pinky around mine, âYet. But like honestly even if we do get invites, which we will because anyone who doesnât invite the Y/L/N siblings are losers, we probably wonât go,â Theo says and looks at his nails as if the conversation is now boring him.
Caroline raises an eyebrow, âWhy not?â
I can see Theo look over to me and then back to Caroline, âWeâre going clubbing.â
I release a deep sigh at my brotherâs words.Â
âYou guys are going clubbing?â
Caroline and Elena share a look and then I can see Elena look up to me, âAnd you agreed to this?â
I look down at Elena and an annoying wave of embarrassment washes through me. Even though I know theyâre not judging me right now thereâs that back part in my brain telling me they know someone like me isnât cool enough to do anything like that, which is why I agree.Â
âYup. Itâs how we bond,â I say, nodding and glancing at my nails. Mimicking my brother who I can see from the corner of my eye, has a huge grin on his face.
âSo, are you two going to this dance?â I try to act nonchalantly.Â
Caroline shakes her head, âHell no! Itâs some twisted Cinderella fetish is what it is. And Klaus only invited me to piss off Tyler.â
Klaus. Invited her.
âKlaus?â
My voice comes out pathetic, weak, and strangled and I feel Theo squeeze his pinky against mine.Â
âYa, he sent me a dress and everything,â Caroline says dramatically as if she doesnât notice my change in demeanor, âItâs totally weird. Also,â Caroline looks at Elena, âWhy does the evil witch want an audience with you?â
âEvil witch?â
Theo and I say in union and Elena looks up at us, âThat was who was in the last coffin. The mother that Klaus killedâŚactually not so dead.â
I blink at what she says and feel my breathing speed up.
Elena looks back at Caroline, âI have no idea. Thereâs only one way to find out.â
Caroline sighs, âI thought you told Damon and Stefan that you werenât going.âÂ
Great so it seems everyone knows about this dance.
Elena nods, âI did, which is all the more reason why I need a drama-free bodyguard.â
âWell, I think a Salvaotre would look a lot better in a tux, and by that, I mean Stefan.â
âFuck that asshole,â Theo snarls catching Caroline and Elena off guard.Â
âTheo, language,â I warn lightly but honestly donât care enough to chastise him much.
Theo shakes his head defiantly, âHell no. Elena, you canât be seriously thinking about getting back together with the man who threatened to kill you and your best friend?!â
Theoâs uncharacteristic outburst seems to startle both of the girls and Elena shakes her head, âNo, of course not. I canât deal with any of the Salvatores right now. Whatever Stefanâs feeling, heâs channeling it all against Klaus and Damon⌠itâs not a good idea.â
Theo nods his head seemingly accepting her answer but as I stare at him something in his eyes tells me heâs not 100% convinced.Â
Caroline and Elena converse for another moment about Elena kissing Damon and I canât help but feel like nothing more than a fly on the wall again, just like I did last year and every year before.Â
âHey,â Theo leans down to whisper in my ear, âYou good?â
I donât meet my brotherâs eyes because if thereâs anyone in this world who could point out my lies itâs him so all I do is nod.
âCareful Y/n, Caroline, and Theo. Itâs all well and good until she stabs you in the back,â A feminine British accent has me lifting my head and the sight of Rebekah surprises me.Â
âWhat are you doing here? I know your momâs rules. No hurting the locals,â Elena accuses.
Rebekah glares down at Elena, âGet over yourself, Elena. Itâs not all about you,â Rebekah tells her and begins to walk away but stops when she gets to me.
âMeet me outside in 5 minutes would you, luv? I want us to have a little chat,â Rebekah smiles at me and I for some reason find myself nodding.Â
All four of us watch Rebekah walk off over to Matt. Rebekah pulls out an envelope from her purse and hands it to the blonde boy.Â
âEven the busboy got an invite,â I can hear Theo practically snarl under his breath.Â
âOh my God,â Caroline gasped, âSheâs inviting him to the ball. Why is she inviting him?â
âProbably to get this reaction from us,â Elena says and I fight the urge to roll my eyes.
âOr maybe she just wants a date,â I say under my breath and I hear Theo chuckle from beside me.Â
Caroline huffs in sits back in her chair, âWhat time is this stupid dance?â
At Carolieâs words my heart plummets. Iâm not entirely sure why. I mean who cares that she was invited by Klaus? Was gifted a dress by Klaus. Is going to dance with Klaus. I mean who cares right?!? Not me!
âWeâre leaving,â I mutter to Theo grab his hand and begin pulling him.
âWait,â I hear Elena call to me and I sigh, âYouâre not actually going to talk with Rebekah, right?â I shrug my shoulders and stare at her annoyed, âWhy wouldnât I?â
Elena looks at me like Iâve grown two heads, âSheâs evil, Y/n! You canât trust her,â Elena tries to reason and I raise my eyebrows in disbelief.Â
âComing from the girl that quite literally stabbed her in the back.â
Elena blinks, shocked at my words.Â
âWhy are you acting like this?â
âIâm not acting like anything, Elena. Iâm just relaying the information that has been told to me. Just like everything else that happens in this town,â I smile at her sarcastically and then turn around grabbing Theoâs hand.Â
âWeâre leaving.â
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âDamn, woman,â Theo says as I pull him out the door into the parking lot, âWhatâs got you in such a bad mood?â
I shake my head, âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â I deny and Theo comes to stand in front of me with his arms crossed.Â
âYou can pull that denial shit with anyone else in this town, except me bitch. You and me, came from the same womb so that technically means we can read each otherâs minds. So whatever youâre doing,â He raises his eyebrow, âThis self-sabotaging thing or whatever it is, you need to let me in.â
I stare at my younger brother and feel tears rush to my eyes. Theo must see them because the stern look on his face quickly turns to fear.
âOh shit, tears,â He quickly shakes his hands, âPlease donât cry! I donât know how to handle tears,â He shakes his head, âOther than my own!â
âIs there something wrong with me?â
My question seems to catch my brother off guard as he frowns, âWhat? Like your fashion taste? Sister weâve already established this.â
I shake my head and push away from him, âNever mind, God, just forget it.â
âHey,â Theo pulls me back by my shoulders so Iâm facing him, âIâm sorry, okay? You know I canât do emotion without humor and sarcasm. But, why the hell would you ask me that? Did someone say something,â Theoâs concerned eyes turn to ones filled with anger, âBecause if someone did Iâm going to kill them.â
I just shrug my shoulders, âIt doesnât matter. I already know the answer.â
I begin to walk over to the car but Theo once again stops me, âHold on for a second and talk to me! Why the hell would you ever think something is wrong with you?â
I look at my brother and clench my nails into my palm, âBecause there has to be,â I almost cry out. Feeling the tsunami of emotions Iâve been holding in for the past few weeks rush forward, âThere has to be a reason why people donât choose me. Why my whole life Iâve always been on the outside looking in. Watching everyone live their lives happy and free while all I do is watch and hope that one day someone will notice me watching and ask me to join. I need there to be a reason because if thereâs not thenâŚâ
Theo watches me with a heartbroken expression, âThen what, Y/n?â
I wipe a stray tear off my face, âThen thereâs nothing I can change. And it means that itâs just me,â I point to myself defeated, âThat I was just born this way. Born to watch everyone else be the main characters in my own life.â
I stare with blurred vision up at my brother who looks defeated as he shakes his head.
âY/n, no one thinks that about you. And I promise everyone feels that way every once and a while itâs normal,â My brotherâs soothing voice only frustrates me more.
I shake my hands, âYou donât get it, Theodore! Other people may feel this way every once and a while, but,â I shove my finger into my chest harshly, âI feel this way all of the time!â
âY/n?â
I turn to see Rebekah staring at me confused, and I quickly wipe the tears off my face. Rebekahâs face drops as she watches me and she instantly rushes towards me.
âAre you okay? Are you hurt,â She asks me look a mother coddling her child.Â
I shrug her away and nod my head feeling numb again, âFine. Donât worry about it,â I look at Theo grab the keys out of my pocket, and throw them to him, âDrive yourself home. Iâm going for a walk.â
I turn around and can hear them calling after me but I donât turn around.Â
â
Why the fuck did I walk?
Why the fuck did I throw a goddamn temper tantrum.Â
God, can I be normal for five fucking seconds!??
These thoughts run through my head over and over again until I realize Iâve made it to the Salvatore house. Which is still about a 15-minute drive, or a one-hundred-hour walk to my house. Fuck me.Â
Iâm about to continue walking when a flash of red catches my eye.Â
I eye the car that Stefan tried to kill me in for a moment and then shake my head, âNo, I couldnât.â
I take another few steps and then feel a cramp in my thigh.Â
âFuck it.â
â
I speed into my driveway and a laugh escapes my mouth.
I just stole a car. I JUST STOLE A FUCKING CAR.
I laugh to myself like a crazy person as I shift it into park and get out of it. I stand there admiring the stolen vehicle until I hear footsteps behind me.
âI see youâve acquired a new vehicle,â Elijah smiles at me kindly and I fight the urge to punch him.
âI stole it,â I bite and walk past the Original and up my porch.
âStole it?â
âYup, stealing is when you take something that isnât yours. Pick up a dictionary,â I snarl as I try to put my key into the lock but with my shaking hands I just keep missing.
Elijah is quiet for a moment before I feel him next to me, âHere,â He extends his hand, âLet me.â
I shake my head and keep trying, âScrew off.â
âExcuse me,â Elijahâs tone comes off as somewhat surprised and a little irritated.Â
âTelling someone to screw off means they donât want you around,â I mimic my tone from before and I hear Elijah sigh.
âYouâre upset with me because of last night,â He says out loud as if itâs some fucking revelation.Â
I finally get the key into the lock, unlock the door, and then open it.Â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â I step inside and try to slam the door in his perfect face but it gets stopped by his perfectly polished designer shoe.Â
âElskan,â Elijah nudges the door open against my weight and I glare daggers at him.
âStop calling me that,â I bite and he furrows his eyebrows.Â
âPlease, let me explain,â He tries to reason with me and I shake my head.
âThereâs nothing to explain. If you think last night is the first time Iâve ever been let down by a man, you are horribly mistaken. Now leave me alone.â
Elijah's free hand doesnât move from the door and I realize heâs holding a big white box with his other hand.
âI understand youâre mad at me. You have every right to be. I hate breaking my word, most importantly when it comes to you. I just hope youâll listen to me now when I tell you how sorry I am,â He says earnestly and I glare at him.
âYouâre sorry?â
Elijah nods, âI never intended to stand you up last night but there wereâŚcomplications.â
I blink at him unimpressed, âYa, youâre dead mother isnât dead. Whoopty fucking doo.â
Elijahâs posture stiffens for a moment, âYou know?â
âIâm the last one to find out it seems, but ya I do. So Iâm sure mommy dearest wants you home for your little ball or whatever so why donât you get off my porch and go home, Elijah Mikaelson,â I snarl his last name at him and he frowns.
âI understand you need some time to think,â Elijah nods his head and brings the white box up, and gestures for me to take it, âIâll be at my family's ball tonight. I would be incredibly grateful if you would join me?â
I blink at his question and try to fight back any emotions other than anger. Elijah nods when he realizes heâs not going to get an answer right now and then places the box on the porch swing next to us.
âI hope to see you tonight,â Elijah gives me one last look before walking off the porch.
You wonât.Â
â
He will.Â
FUCKING THEODORE.
âI fucking hate you,â I glare at my little brother as I put on the stupid diamond necklace Elijah gifted me.Â
Theo, who stands next to me in front of my mirror smirks, âYouâll thank me later.â
I shake my head as I struggle to latch the necklace, âHell to the no.â
Theo tightens his tie and then rolls his eyes, âWhatever,â He shoots me a look and then laughs, âHere let me help you.â
I glare at him but still let him take the necklace and latch it behind my neck.
After he latches it Theoâs eyes stay on the huge diamond necklace that adorns my neck.Â
âHow much do you think that cost?â
I look at the huge statement diamond that hangs in the center of a dozen tinier diamonds holding the necklace together. I feel the weight of the diamonds, against my chest and cringe.
âToo much,â I look at the huge off-white gown that is encrusted with lace and crystals that Iâm wearing and pinch the bridge of my nose, âThis is all too much.â
Theo smirks and straightens out his black suit jacket, âElijah may be a scary old vampire, but you got to give him some props,â He gestures to my dress, âThe guys got great taste. And expensive too,â He points to the matching diamond bracelet on my left wrist, âAfter today you can pawn the necklace and bracelet, make bank, and then you and I hit Vegas.â
I turn and glare at my brother who smirks at me, âNot happening. Weâre going to this stupid dance and then tomorrow morning Iâm returning all of this crap and never talking to any of the Mikaelsons again.â
I watch Theo nod slowly and raise an eyebrow, âRrrrrighttttt. Sure, okay. Um, how exactly do you plan on doing that? Also, I thought you and Rebekah were friends?â
I sit down on my bed and strap on the nude heels that were also in the huge white box that carried everything Elijah gave me.
âIâll,â I stop and blow out a breath, âIâm going toâŚ.â
Theo snorts and nods, âYa, you do that, nerd.â
With a huff, I stand up and take a step to grab my shawl but I let out a squeal when I trip over myself and bump into Theo.
Theo grabs my shoulders and pushes me upright and then dusts off his jacket, âDude, walk much?â
I roll my eyes and throw my shawl over my shoulders, âI donât wear heels!â
Theo purses his lips, âCleary, hoe.â
I shoot him a glare, âTell me why Iâm letting you drag me to this again?â
Theo instantly smiles brightly at me and throws his arms over my shoulder pushing me down the hall, âBecause you got personally invited by one of the hosts, and it would be rude to not go.â
I turn my head and shoot him a look and he smirks.
âOk, maybe I donât really care about him. But, come on! Itâs a party and if we donât go people will talk about how we were the only ones in town not invited!â
I shake my head as Theo opens the front door, âBut we were invited?â
âTechnically, you were invited. My invite mustâve gotten lost in transit,â He says confidently to himself, âAnd also people wonât know we were invited unless we go. And we need a night out. Too much shit has happened and we need fun.â
I go to argue but Theo shushes me.
âNope. No complaining,â Theo then looks down at Stefanâs red car that is still sitting in our driveway, âAlso, where the fuck did that come from?â
I cringe and close my eyes, âI kind ofâŚstole it away from Stefan.â
I open my eyes and cringe as I look at my brotherâs mad face.
âAre you serious?!â
I cringe at his yelling, âIâm sorry, okay? I was worked up and mad at the dick so I-â
âBitch! Iâm not mad at you for stealing the damn thing,â He gestures wildly at the car, âIâm mad that you stole a fucking car without ME!â
I blink and then shake my head, âIâm sorry. Next time I steal a motor vehicle, Iâll alert you first. Alright?â
Theo wipes a non-existent tear off his cheek and then nods, âFine. But I get to drive there.â
I shake my head, âHell to the no.â
âOh, so youâre going to drive in those,â Theo asks and points to the heels Iâm wearing and I frown.
âFine. But, if you hit anything itâs on you.â
â
Theo hit 3 mailboxes. Ran a red light. The car no longer has a front fender.Â
âWell,â Theo opens my car door for me and I step out shaking, âThat wasâŚfun.â
My eye twitches as I look at my brother furiously and outstretch my shaking hand. Theo doesnât say anything but nods his head in defeat, placing the car keys in my palm.Â
âNever again,â I growl.
âOh come on, it wasnât that bad,â I whip around to the car that now has no fender, a broken headlight, multiple dents, and an uncountable amount of scrapes, âOkay, ya. Never mind that one is on me.â
I close my eyes, take a deep breath in and out, and feel Theo grab my arm.
âBut at least we look good as fuck. Our parentâs gene pools do it again,â Theo says happily and then stops and cringes, âSorry.â
I shake my head, âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â
âYou know⌠the fact that we donât have the same father so your gene pool isnât his gene pool,â Theo explains and I have to take another deep breath.
âSarcasm, Theodore. I was being sarcastic.â
âOhhhhh,â Theo nods and guides me up a huge staircase to the massive mansion that is covered in lights and beautiful decorations.Â
We stop as we wait behind three rows of couples and I feel my hand start to shake.
âHey, itâs all cool,â Theo smiles down at me and I wish for even a second I could believe him.Â
âNext!â
Theo and I walk up to the security guard and he holds out his hand, âInvite?â
I look over to Theo expectantly and he does the same to me, âPlease donât tell me you left it at home?â
Theo shakes his head, âBitch, it was your invite?!â
âBut youâre the one that wanted to come!â
âListen,â The guard catches our attention, âIf neither of you have an invite Iâm going to have to ask you to leave,â He says and points to the parking lot.
âSir, my sister was personally invited by the Elijah Mikaelson,â Theo states and the guard rolls his eyes.Â
âYa, Iâm sure she was,â He says sarcastically, âNow leave or Iâll have you escorted off the property.â
âThat wonât be necessary,â A British voice says and I look up to see the light-brown-haired younger brother of Klaus and Elijah. Kol.
Theo shoots me a look, âPlease tell me you didnât bag, another one!â
I glare back at him, âShut up!â
âTheyâre with me,â Kol tells the guard and reaches out an arm for me to take.Â
I stare at him cautiously for a moment before I hear people behind me start to express their annoyance.Â
With my free hand, I grab Kolâs right arm, while still holding on to Theo with my right arm.Â
Kol smirks down at me as he leads Theo and me into a huge ballroom, brightly lit with candles and twinkling lights, âMy family can be quite dramatic with these things,â I look up at him and try to not notice how attractive yet another Mikaelson sibling is, âBut, with our whole family back together again, our mother thinks it calls for a celebration.â
âHow rich are you guys,â Theo asks bluntly and I jab my elbow into his stomach.
Kol smirks at him, âVery rich.â
I hear Theo mutter something about rich bitches under his breath and I try to not laugh.Â
âThank you for helping us get in,â I say quietly to Kol and he shrugs.
âNo worries. I thought Iâd get to you first before the wolves descend,â He says nonchalantly but I can feel myself shake again at his words.
Kol must notice this because his eyebrows furrow, âWhy are you doing that?â
I shake my head, âDoing what?â
Kol raises an eyebrow, âYouâre shaking and your heartbeat is incredibly loud,â He says as if the noise annoys him.
âShe has anxiety dickhead,â Theo bites at the vampire and I thrash my head over to my brother.Â
âTheo! Donât be a dick!â
Theo shrugs and eyes Kol, âHeâs the one making you feel bad for something you canât control. How are you a thousand years old and not know what anxiety looks like?â
I cringe in pain when I feel Kolâs grip tighten on my arm.
âTheo,â I pinch my brotherâs arm, âPlease go get us some drinks, non-alcoholic.â
Theo glares back at me like Iâm crazy and quickly shakes his head, âNo, Iâm not leaving you alone. Definitely not with him,â He points at Kol and I inhale a quick breath.
I turn to look at Kol, who is looking at Theo as if he wants to rip him in two.
âTheo,â I bite harshly, âGo. Now.â
Theoâs expression drops as he turns his attention back towards me. He must noticed the nervous look on my face because he lets out a sigh and nods his head.
âOk,â He looks at Kol once more, âIâll be right back.â
I watch with bated breath as Theo walks away and disappears into the crowd.
âFriend of yours?â
Kolâs tense voice makes me tense.Â
I turn and look at him and see the dark gleam in his eyes.
âMy little brother,â I say equally as tense, âTry anything and Iâll steal one of those fancy daggers from your asshole brother and stab you myself.ââ
Kol and I watch each other for a moment before he slits his eyes and hums, âIf you were anyone else Iâd rip your ribs out and stab you with themâŚbut since I donât want Nik or Elijah daggering me again and locking me away for another one hundred years,â He looks down at me and smirks, âYou donât have to worry about you coming to any harm from me.â
I stare at Kol with wide eyes and rip my arm out of his hold and he raises an eyebrow and smirks at my movement.Â
âI notice you didnât mention my brother in that,â I turn to stand and glare at him, âI may not be able to stab you myself but trust me when I say this, for some reason, Klaus and Elijah donât like it when Iâm upset and people who make me upset,â I pause and think back to Klaus threatening Stefan, âand someone harming my brother would really make me upset.â
Kol stares back at me and after a moment he nods, âIf you keep this attitude up, youâll fit in just fine with my family.â
I furrow my eyebrows, âI want nothing to do with your family.â
Kol smirks as if what I just said was the funniest thing he just heard, âOh Darling, you donât have any choice in the matter anymore. Fateâs already picked you.â
I shake my head confused, âWhat the hell is everyone talking about?! What the hell does fate have to do with anything and what the hell is a fucking soulmate?â
Kolâs eyes widen slightly, âWomen never swore as much as you do before I was daggered.â
I glare at him and he laughs, âMy brothers say Iâm not allowed to tell you anything,â He pauses and shrugs, âActually they said Iâm not allowed to even approach you.â
I look at him and groan in frustration.Â
âBut when have I ever listened to what my brothers say,â I look up and find Kol smirking devilishly at me, âWhat do you want to know, Darling.â
I feel a weight lift off my shoulders at the idea of finally getting answers.
âWhat is a soulmate?â
Kol nods to a waiter passing by and grabs two glasses of champagne, he gestures for me to take one but I shake my head and he shrugs. Then he downs both of them.
âLet me give you the shortened version because Iâm sure my brothers have already smelt you when you entered the house, so Iâm sure theyâll be finding you soon,â Kol makes a show of looking around the room and then back to me, âSoulmates mean different things in different culturesâŚbut, in your case soulmates mean someone who is bound to you forever. Someone who is a part of you, someone who is you.â
I shake my head not understanding what the hell heâs talking about.Â
âThereâs not much understanding behind what this means in the supernatural world. Thereâs been much speculation, but what I do know is that when we were turned, our souls were ripped out. That human part of us was taken awayâŚbut it had to go somewhere.â
I shake my head and laugh in denial, âSo what, youâre saying that I have Klausâ and Elijahâs souls in me?â
Kol sighs and taps his chin in thought, âYa. Pretty much.â
I let out a laugh at his joke.
âThatâs really funny. It's good to know you didnât lose your humor while in your coffin,â I smirk.
My smirk starts to slowly fall though as Kol doesnât laugh with me.Â
No fucking way.Â
âYouâre not joking are you?â
Kolâs smirk drops, âI honestly wish I was, Darling. I wouldnât wish that fate on my worst enemy.â
âElskan?â
Of course.
At the sound of Elijahâs voice, I let out a sigh and turned to see Elijah pushing through a few guests to walk over to Kol and me.Â
âOh, fuck me,â I say under my breath and I hear Kol giggle.
âDonât say that too loud, or my brother will take that as a request,â Kol gests and I stare wide-eyed at him which makes him laugh again.Â
âI wasnât sure if you would come,â Elijah says as he comes to stand in front of Kol and me.Â
âI didnât want to,â I say.
Kol laughs again and I see Elijah turn his attention to his younger brother, âBrother, it appears youâve met the lovely Y/n Y/l/N.â
Kol throws a hand over my shoulder making me jump and cringe at the feeling of a stranger's touch, âYes, weâre practically thick as thieves already.â
Elijahâs eyes darken and narrow as he looks at Kolâs hand that rests on my shoulder, âSo it appears.â
I bite my lip as I wait for Elijah and Kol to be done with their glaring at one another. Or more like, Elijah glaring at Kol and the latter smirking.Â
âWell,â I say interrupting them, âYou two have funâŚIâm going to goâŚanywhere else,â I turn to Kol who turns to me, âI would say it was nice to meet you Kol, but you are kind of weird.â
âRight back at you, Darling,â Kol says and smirks at me.
I donât spare either man another glance as I try to push through the crowd away from them.Â
âY/n,â Elijahâs voice calls from behind me and I roll my eyes, âPlease wait a moment.â
With a sigh, I stop and wait a moment for Elijah. It doesnât take him but a moment to stand in front of me.Â
âWhat?â
Elijahâs dark look is long gone and replaced with a smile, âYou look positively breathtaking.â
I look away from him and nod, âThanks. I mean youâre the one who picked out the dress so.â
âThe dress, although beautiful, has nothing to do with the radiance that is you,â Elijah says as his eyes scour my face.Â
I look at him and finally get to focus on just how attractive he looks right now. Y/n he always looks good. Shut up. Heâs switched out his usual suit for a black tux that hugs his chest perfectly. His dark hair is styled expertly letting his beautiful face to be put on display.
âYou donât look horrible,â I shrug, âI guess.â
Elijahâs upper lip twitches and he nods, âThank you, I think.â
Elijah and I stand staring at each other for a moment before he clears his throat.
âIâm glad you accepted my invitation to be my date,â Elijah smiles and uck in a breath.
âSadly for you, my man,â I hear Theoâs voice come up from behind me, âSheâs actually my date.â
I let out a sigh as I feel Theo wrap his arm around my arm and tug me towards him.Â
I watch Elijahâs eyes narrow for a moment before he gives Theo a strained smile, âAnd you are?â
Theo smirks and puffs out his chest, âTheo Y/L/N. Pleasure,â He eyes Elijah, âIâm sure.â
I see the wheels turning in Elijahâs head and his shoulders seem to untense.Â
âYouâre Y/nâs younger brother. Am I correct?â
At Elijahâs question, Theo nods his head, âThe one and only. And let me guess,â He puts his free hand on his hip, âYouâre the man who showed up on my doorstep this morning begging my sister to not kick him to the curb. Am I correct?â
I stare wide-eyed at Theo in disbelief, and then back to Elijah.
The Original stares at my brother for a moment and I wait for the backlash.
âThat would be me, Theodore,â Elijah smiles, and I raise an eyebrow, âBut, Iâm not so sure what your sister has decided to do with me. At least not yet.â
Theo whips around to me, âWell? What are you going to do with him?â
My eyes widen and I switch my attention from Theo to Elijah, who also looks expectant on an answer.Â
âUm,â I look between the two men and freeze.Â
Thankfully, someone entering through the door pulls our attention.Â
Not someone. Caroline.Â
Caroline is wearing a light blue gown that makes her look just like Cinderella and beautiful as always.Â
âUm, Iâm going to go see Caroline,â I turn away from the two men and quickly begin to walk towards my blonde friend. For a moment I think she sees me as her eyes focus on something, but when I follow her gaze behind me I see her staring atâŚKlaus.Â
Oh.Â
Klaus, who looks absolutely earth-shattering, turns his attention from Caroline towards me and I feel my heart drop. The enlightened look on his face, the look he had when looking at Caroline, drops when he sees me. The blank look on his face makes a burning start in the back of my eyes and I quickly divert them from him.
With Elijah behind me and Klaus to my right, I quickly book it to my left, through a doorway, and run down a hall.Â
I run until I meet a dark brown door and I throw it open and go inside. As soon as I close the door I lean my head against it, close my eyes, and take a deep breath.Â
âYouâre not supposed to be in here,â A British voice says.
âFucking Brits,â I groan out and turn around.
The other Mikaelson sibling, Finn I believe, stands before me. His once long hair is cut shorter and heâs wearing a suit that matches his brothers.Â
âYouâre Finn,â I say and he narrows his eyes at me.
âYes and youâre the soulmate,â He says annoyed.
I eye him and he eyes me.
 What the hell is up with the Mikaelson siblings and glaring?Â
âIs this your room?â
Finn eyes me for another moment before nodding, âYes.â
I nod and then wring my shaking hands together, âIâm sorry for barging in. I just⌠I couldnât be out there. Around so many people.â
He doesnât say anything and I nod, âIâll leave. Iâm sorry.â
I turn around and grab the handle.
âWait,â Finnâs voice calls to me and I turn around, âYou can stay. Just donât touch anything.â
I look at Finn and then nod, âI wonât. Thank you.â
I slowly walk towards a couch and sit down careful not to rip my dress. I look up to Finn, who is standing in the corner of the room looking more awkward than I feel.
âDo you want to sit with me,â I ask gesturing to the other couch across from me.Â
Finn looks up at me suspiciously and then shakes his head, âI shouldnât. Mother wants me out with the others,â Finn says and then walks towards the door.Â
âIâm sorry,â I say to him before he can open it.Â
I see him stop, âYou already apologized.â
I shake my head, âNot about barging inâŚAbout what your siblings did to you.â
I see Finnâs shoulders instantly tense up and he turns around with a glare on his face, âYou have no idea what my siblings did to me.â
I reposition uncomfortably and then shrug, âI know that they left you in a coffin for almost your entire life or at least thatâs what Iâve heard. Iâve never been daggered by one of my family members butâŚI recently was betrayed by some of my family,â I open and then close my mouth thinking of what to say, âSo I justâŚI guess I know what itâs like to feel betrayed.â
Finnâs eyes drop and he looks away from me. I take a deep breath and then turn back to look at my hands. I wait for Finn to either leave or kill me for speaking out of turn. What I didnât expect though was for him to walk over to the other couch and place himself on it with a sigh.
We sit in silence for a moment before he sighs again, âI donât blame you for not wanting to be out there,â He looks behind me towards the door, âItâs too loud.â
I nod and then realize just how much worse it probably is for him than me.Â
âThis must be a lot for you,â I say and play with the diamond bracelet Iâm wearing,
âBeing away from civilization for so long, and now you have to get used to everything. I wouldnât want to attend a party either.ââ
Finn looks up at me and his face contorts into one of confusion, âYouâre peculiar.â
I let out a low laugh, âTrust me, I know. Pretty much everyone does,â I say and take a sigh.Â
Finn eyes me oddly for a moment, âWhat do you mean?â
I shrug, âIâm not a very popular person. At all. For some reason, people donât like to be around me much. Not even my family it seems.â
I feel my face warm up at the embarrassment I feel for spilling all that to a stranger.
âYouâre not the only one that feels that way,â Finn says breaking me out of my embarrassment.Â
I look up to Finn and for a moment itâs like looking in a mirror. The sad look in his eyes is one Iâve seen one too many times when looking in my own mirror.Â
âYouâre not what I was expecting,â Finn says as he leans back onto the couch.Â
I frown, âWhat do you mean?â
Finn eyes me, âYouâre my brotherâs soulmate. Theyâre both cruel and monstrousâŚyet youâre, peculiar.âÂ
I shake my head, âWhat does that have to do with Elijah or Klaus?â Finn nods his head, âThey said you donât know anything about your soul bond,â He says to himself, âWith souls being connected, the soulmates usually share personality qualitiesâŚyet you donât seem monstrous like either one of my brothers.â
At his continuing insult to Klaus and Elijah, tension builds in my shoulders, âThen you havenât seen me in the morning,â I joke but Finn doesnât seem to get it. Or doesnât find it funny, âKlaus and Elijah donât seem that horrible. I mean ya they do bad things but, if anyone were alive for one thousand years then Iâm sure they would also pile up their own bad deeds.â
Finn seems to be annoyed by my answer as he huffs and goes to stand up.
âDo you have a soulmate?â
Finn stops moving in his tracks and instantly looks at me, âWhy are you asking?â
I shrug my shoulders, âI donât knowâŚJust wondering.â
Finn seems like heâs not going to say anything, but at least he sits back down. Â
âI think once I did,â Finnâs voice comes out so quietly I have to lean forward to hear him.
âBefore you were daggered?â Finn doesnât meet my eyes but he nods, âSage. Her name was Sage.â
I frown at his saddened voice, âYou loved her?â
I sad smile forms on Finnâs face, âI did,â He pauses, âI do.â
I feel my heart breaking for the man before me.
âWas she human?â
Finn frowns, âShe was. Until she had me turn her so we could be together,â He pauses and takes a shaky breath, âI was daggered shortly after.â
âAnd what happened to her?â
Finnâs jaw tightens, âWell, it was over 900 years agoâŚIâm sure sheâsâŚâ
I nod, sadly, âRight.â
We sit in solemn silence for a moment before an idea comes to me, âHow are you so sure,â Finn looks up at me confused, âThat sheâs dead.â
Finn shakes his head, âShe has to be.â
I shake my head as well, âFinn, it was 900 years ago. She would be incredibly strong, one of the strongest vampires to date. I would be surprised if she wasnât alive and if she truly loved you, I think she wouldâve waited for you.â
Finn looks at me and I can see the wheels turning in his head but he still shakes his head, âItâs not possible.â
I laugh, âDude, werewolves, vampires, and witches exist. Nothing is short of impossible here.â
Finn stops shaking his head, âEven if she wasâŚthereâs no way I could find her.â
I stay quiet for a moment until an idea comes to my mind, âI have a friend. Sheâs a witch, a really good witch. MaybeâŚI could ask her and we could find her. All three of us.â
Finn stares at me for a long moment.Â
âWhy would you do that? Why would you do that, for me?â
I give Finn a soft smile, âIâm kind of peculiar.â
Finnâs solemn face changes for the first time since Iâve seen him. His sorrowful eyes look almostâŚhopeful now.
âIâd appreciate that. Greatly.â
Finn and I smile at one another until the door opening makes me jump.
âFinn,â A feminine voice says and I turn and see a blond older woman.
âMother,â Finn instantly jumps up.
âMother?!â
I jump up shocked and stare at the older woman who eyes me, kind of nastily.Â
âWhat is going on here,â She asks Finn suspiciously and he pauses.Â
âUm, Mrs. Mikaelson,â I say and she goes back to eyeing me, âHey, Y/n,â I point to myself, âFinn and I were just discussing new-age technology. I heard heâs new to this era so I thought me and I could chat about it.â
I turn to Finn, âThis was a good chat. Letâs meetâŚtomorrow. We can discuss how to send text messages.â
Finn eyes me oddly like he doesnât know what the hell Iâm talking about, but he still nods.Â
âGreat! Well,â I turn back to his mother, âPleasure to meet youâŚI guess. Iâll be leaving now. Bye, Finn!â
I quickly speed-walk past both of them and exit the room. I close the door and take a deep breath.Â
âY/n?â
âOh come on!â
I turn around to see Rebekah walking towards me. Just like all other Mikeaslons, she looks absolutely gorgeous. The green dress sheâs wearing matches perfectly with her blonde long hair.Â
âAre you alright?â
I nod and start to walk by her back to the party, âPeachy. Just happened to run into your mother. Tense lady.â
Rebekah walks up next to me and smiles, âYes, my mother is an acquired taste. Donât let her get to you though, youâre a part of this family.â
I shake my head viscously, âNo I am not.â
âYes you are,â She says as we enter the ballroom. An incredibly crowded ballroom.Â
âLiterally, am not.â
âSure, whatever you say,â Rebekah laughs.Â
We both watch the crowd of people dance, laugh, and talk.Â
âMy brother has been looking for you,â She says and I groan.
âYa? Which one?â
Rebekah smirks, âElijah, and Nik.â
âWell, I donât want to see either one.â
From the corner of my eye, I see Rebekah smirk, âUnluckily for you, I donât think you have a choice,â At her tone, I look over to her and she nods her head to her left.
I follow her eyeline and let out another groan at the sight of Elijah making his way over to us.Â
âGod itâs like he has a tracker on me,â I say sarcastically.
âHonestly, I wouldnât put it past either of them,â Rebekah replies.Â
We both watch as Elijah approaches us with a content smile, âGood evening, ladies,â Elijah says with his perfect accent, âRebekah, mother wants us on the staircase,â Elijah turns his attention towards his younger sister and she rolls her eyes.
âFine,â Rebekah says sarcastically then turns to me, âIt was lovely to talk to you, Y/n. Weâll chat soon.â
I nod silently and watch as she walks towards the staircase.Â
âIâve been looking for you,â Elijahâs voice makes me close my eyes.
âDoesnât mommy want you on that staircase?â
Elijahâs jaw tenses and he rolls his shoulders, âBehave, Elskan.â
I purse my lips, âDonât tell me what to do, Suit and Tie.â
Elijahâs tense expression lightens, âSuit and Tie?â
I shrug, âYou have a nickname for me. I think itâs only fair I have one for you, as well.â
âSuit and tie,â Elijah says to himself as if heâs seeing how it sounds, âHmm. Itâll need work, but itâs fine for now.â
I fight back a smirk at his words, âFine. Iâll workshop it.â
Elijah and I stand there for a moment and I feel his gaze on me the entire time.Â
âWhat did you and my younger brother talk about,â Elijah asks with a hint of skepticism in his voice.Â
âOh, nothing,â I look at my nails as if Iâm bored, âJust the fact that I supposedly have your and Klausâ human souls in me.â
I smirk as I watch Elijah instantly tense up, âMy brother was told not to talk to you about that.â
âWell, no one else wanted to keep their word and talk with me about it. So, Iâm glad he did,â I cringe, âActuallyâŚIâm not sure. I still have no idea what the hell is going on.â
Elijah nods, âOnce againâŚI apologize that I was unable to make it last night. You shouldâve heard that from me and not fromâŚKol,â He says the name and I can clearly tell how pissed off he is at his younger brother right now.Â
âBut I did,â I harshly say, âAnd I still donât have any clue what to make of it. It doesnât make any sense.â
Elijah sighs, âI know, Y/n. And I promise you, that I will tell you everything you want to know,â His eyes travel behind me and he sighs, âRight after I deal with my family.â
I nod, âElijah, your promises donât mean anything until you start living up to them.â
Elijah sends me a saddened smile and nods, âAnd I look forward to doing that.â
I nod and with a final smile, Elijah walks up a grand staircase to meet his siblings.Â
âUh, if everyone could gather, please,â Elijah addresses the crowd of people standing below him and his family.Â
As I gaze at each Mikaelson sibling I canât help but hate them all for how hot they all are. Like seriously, the most supernatural thing in this town is this family's good looks.
Elijah stands before his family, confident and strong; Below him, walking up the stairs, Finn stands with a scowl on his face. Even with the scowl, no one could deny how attractive the eldest brother is; Rebekah who stands behind Finn is a bright light compared to her brotherâs darker exteriors; Kol who stands at the top step chugging his bottle of champagne looks so boyishly handsome it could make even the most confident girl blush; and last Klaus. The bitch-ass hybrid stands in the middle of all his siblings as if nonverbally telling all of us looking up at them that heâs the one that deserves their utmost attention and respect.Â
As if he could read my thoughts, the bastardâs eyes trail to me. The calculative look on his face doesnât change as he stares down at me and I donât care enough to hide the glare I know I have on my face.Â
âWelcome,â Elijahâs voice calls my attention once again and I trail my eyes away from Klaus to his older brother, âThank you for joining us. You know, whenever my mother,â Elijah gestures to the older blonde woman making her way down the steps and I hate to say it but sheâs also pretty hot. A shitty fucking person, but pretty hot, âbrings our family together like this, itâs a tradition for us to commence the evening with a dance. Tonightâs pick is a centuries-old waltz so if all of you could please find yourselves a partner,â Elijahâs eyes land right on me as he talks, âPlease join us in the ballroom.â
I debate on running away before anyone can ask me to dance but as I watch Elijah practically hop down the steps, dodge women trying to ask for his hand, all while having his eyes stuck on me I canât help but only try to fight back the grin on my face.Â
âElskan,â Elijah gives me a smile that makes me want to curl up into a ball and scream, âI would be ever so delighted if you would join me for this dance.â
I look at Elijahâs outstretched hand and cringe, âI canât dance. Let alone, Waltz.â
Elijah smiles blissfully, âThen let me show you.â
I bite my lip thoughtfully as I stare at him for a moment before relenting, âFine,â I point at him, âBut if I step on your fancy designer shoes I donât want any complaining.â
Elijahâs smile doesnât change as he chuckles, âIâd happily have all of my shoes ruined by you if it meant Iâd never have to have a different dance partner again.â
I roll my eyes, trying to hide the fact that his words are making me lowkey freak the fuck out. So all I do is place my hand in his and let him lead me to the dance floor where other couples are lined up.Â
âIâm going to fall and make a fool out of myselfâ I whisper to myself as âGive Me Loveâ By Ed Sheeran starts playing.
âIâd never let you fall,â Elijah leans down and whispers in my ear and I gaze up to him.
âYouâre pretty slick with your words. Yâknow that right,â I joke and he shrugs.
âIâve been told this once or twice,â He squeezes my hand and Iâm glad the music is so loud because if it wasnât Iâd be sure every vampire in this room could hear how loud my heart was pounding.
Elijah guides me forward as the music starts and I try to copy the woman in front of me as she glides forwards. We turn forward, directly in front of Theo who is dancing with Mayor Lockwood and I let out a small snort. The glare on my little brotherâs face shows that he doesnât seem to find it as funny as me.Â
âWait,â I look over to Elijah only to find it already looking at me, âYou said whenever your mother brings your family together you have a dance⌠that crazy lady has been dead for 1,000 years.â
Elijah smirks at my observation, âA little white lie never hurt anyone.â
I roll my eyes, âSays the man who canât die.â
Elijah squeezes my hand and without warning he twirls me. Being caught off guard I trip forward but thankfully Elijah pulls me back into him and I grab onto his chest.
âSee, I told you I wouldnât let you fall,â Elijah, who stands a breath away from me, smiles.
âI hate dancing,â I say exhausted.
Elijah looks over to the other couples for a moment and I do the same.Â
Elena and Damon are three couples away, engaged in whatever drama is paining them today. Rebekah and Matt are next to them, and I canât help but admit how pretty they would be as a couple. My eyes continued trailing over other couples randomly; I stop when my eyes catch the light blue of Carolineâs dress.Â
Caroline stands holding onto Klaus as they twirl around. They appear to be in the middle of a conversation and for some reason, all I want right now is to know what the hell they could possibly be talking about. Iâd also like to know why the hell he invited her. I didnât understand him. The man who one day grips my thigh like itâs his life source and the next wonât even spare me a glance.Â
I feel Elijah squeeze my hand and I instantly feel horrible for thinking about another man while in his arms.Â
âWhatâs plaguing your thoughts, my love?â
The nickname has me choking on my saliva, only making Elijah smirk.Â
âYouâve really got to pick one nickname and keep with it,â I say trying to act more annoyed than flustered.Â
âIâve waited for you for too long to have my feelings confined to just one word.â
All reservations I had are now off the table as I stare wide-eyed at the man in front of me.Â
âElijahâŚI,â I start but then a tightness in his lower jaw stops me.
âIâm sorry, Elskan. We have to change partners now. But, I promise we will continue this discussion,â Elijah says and with a pained look, he twirls me.Â
Iâm twirling until a strong hand on my lower back stops me, âHello again, Darling.â
I raise an eyebrow at the youngest Mikaelson brother, âHello, Kol.â
Kol seems to be delighted with my lack of enthusiasm as he swings me in his arms. Where Elijah kept a tight hold on me, Kol seems to have more enjoyment in flinging me around the dance floor.Â
âSo Iâve been thinking,â Kol says thoughtfully and I roll my eyes.
âHere we go.â
Kol rolls his own eyes at my comment but still continues, âSo you need protecting, and I donât want to end up with another dagger in my chest. SoâŚwe should team up.â
I frown at his words, âWho do I need protecting from? And why do you think I could stop you from getting daggered?â
Kol looks at me like Iâm stupid, âDarling, please tell me youâre smarter than this.â
At my silence, Kol closes his eyes and sighs, âBloody hell.â
Kol shakes his head, âAlright, youâre important to my brothers. This means their enemies are going to be coming after you; hence why you need protection. And to answer your other questionâŚIâm willing to bet another one hundred years of my life daggered that if you were to bat those pretty y/e/c eyes at either one of my brothers they would move mountains to make you happy. SoâŚâ
At Kolâs expectant look, I nod in understanding, âIf I tell them I donât want you daggeredâŚâ
Kol nods happily, âThen Iâll stay handsome and perfectly unharmed.â
I consider about Kolâs words.
âYou may have Elijah and Klausâ protection,â Kolâs eyes go behind me to where Theo is dancing with Rebekah, âBut your little brother doesnât.â
I look at Theo who is currently talking a mile a minute with a smiling Rebekah.Â
âFine. You have a deal. You protect me, and more importantly, Theo, and Iâll back up. I donât think Elijah or especially Klaus care enough to listen to me but Iâll try.â
Kol smirks devilishly but then frowns, âYouâre joking right,â He must notice my confusion because he continues, âBloody hell, you really donât see how they look at you?â
I shake my head and Kol nudges his head to his left and I catch Elijah watching us with an intense look. I quickly look back to Kol and he raises an eyebrow.
âSee?â
I shake my head, âOkayâŚmaybe Elijah and I are friendsâŚbut Klaus doesnât give a damn about me.â
Kolâs mouth drops open and I loud laugh escapes his throat, âBloody hell, luv. You really are oblivious,â Kol shakes his head, âLet me just say thisâŚIâve never seen my bastard of a brother look at anyone the way he looks at you. It may not register in that thick skull of yours but itâs true. This whole world could be burning down and my brother would not let a single flame come near you,â Kol shrugs, âHe probably was the one who started the fire but what I say still stands.â
I stare at the youngest brother with my mouth hung open and he laughs, âIâve enjoyed trying to knock some sense into, Little Doll. We shall talk more about our deal later on⌠Good luck,â He smirks evilly, and without a moment for me to say anything back he thrusts me into another pair of strong arms.Â
A strong masculine smell of something woodsy enters my nose and I breathe it in with a sigh.Â
âI didnât know if you were going to show,â That British voice that I know so well enters my ears and I let out a growl.
âOf course, itâs you,â I open my eyes to find myself in Klausâ arms.Â
Klaus gazes down at me and I shoot a glare at Kol who isnât looking at me but has a smirk on his face, âThat fucker.â
âMany people have the same reaction when it comes to my little brother,â Klaus says with a smirk and I just glare at him.
I turn away from him, look to my side, and watch the other couples dance around us.Â
âDonât ignore me,â Klausâ rough voice calls to me and I turn to glare at him.
âI donât care enough about you to even care about ignoring you. Letâs just get this stupid dance over with,â I bite and he glares back at me.Â
âFine with me,â He growls back.
âGood.â
âGood.â
We both huff and continue glaring at each other until his eyes fall down to my chest.
âWhere is it?â
I glance down at my chest and shake my head at him annoyed, âWhere the hell is what?â
âYour necklace,â He insists, âWhere is it?â
I look down at my diamond necklace and then back up to him, âAre you blind? Iâm wearing it.â
Klaus growls under his breath, âNot that one. The wolf one.â
I lean back in surprise momentarily, âWhy do you care?â
âBecause I want you to wear it,â He says as if it was obvious.Â
âWhy the fuck would you want me toâŚâ I stop talking when the answer hits me like a truck.Â
âIt wasâŚâ I release my hands from his quickly and grasp my neck, âIt was from you wasnât it?â
Klaus tries taking a step towards me but with every step he takes I take one back.Â
âDonât come near me,â I shake my head and feel my breathing picking up.Â
I quickly run through the couples dancing, not caring about messing up this stupid dance as I run through the doors and out into a low-lit garden.Â
I run a hand through my hair taking out the little pins I had holding my hairstyles together and let my hair flow freely. I kick off my stupid heels and throw myself onto the grass, the cold ground calming my hot skin.Â
I close my eyes letting out a deep breath and lay down, resting my head on the ground. I look above me to the bright moon overhead and the stairs that surround it. A wave of sadness washes through me as I look at it. Iâd always related to the moon. Always felt like she and I were the same. Alone, even though they were surrounded by so many others. The brightly lit stars had each other, thousands of them to hold on to one another, but there was only one moon. Where the stars had their own light and color, the moon only shone because it had the sun shining on it.Â
I close my eyes and let a small tear fall down my face. As Iâm laying there I feel a warmth come next to me and place itself on the ground beside me. I donât have to open my eyes to recognize who the owner of the woodsy scent is.Â
âWhen I was a boy,â Klausâ low voice fills my ears, âMy father would beat me for never being the way he wanted. I could never hold a sword the right way, couldnât hunt enough animals, I wasnât man enough in his eyes. Even though I was surrounded by siblings, I never truly felt like one of them,â Klaus stops for a moment and I open my eyes to look at him. To my slight surprise, he was lying right beside me on the grass, his left arm lifted under his head and his eyes staring straight up at the sky, âThe only time I felt like I belonged was when it was just myself and the moon. Iâd spent most of my boyhood cowering, butâŚwhenever I gazed up at the moon, I felt as though I was something greater. Better. Itâs been over a thousand years and I still gaze up at her, remembering how that scared little boy held onto it like a lifeline.â
Klaus stops talking and we lay there together, staring up at the moon.
âIâve been alone a long time,â I say softly and I can see him turn his head out of the corner of my eye, âWhen I was little, maybe 8 or 9 Iâd cry to my mother asking her why none of the other kids wanted to be around me. Sheâd just tell me it was because I was too mature for them. I never really believed her though. When I was 10, my father started drinking,â I let out a sigh as the words came out of my mouth, âHeâd get angry when he drank. Heâd swear at me and my mother and do other stuff. Heâd tell me that I deserved to be alone. That people like meâŚthereâs something wrong with people like me. That went on for a few years before my father finally decided that starting a whole new family sounded like a better idea than being with his first one. He may have left but his words didnât. My mother at first told me that what he was saying wasnât true. That âhurt people, hurt people.â But as I got older and saw that everyone around me seemed to find their places with each other, and I couldnât ever seem to fit in, I started to realize that maybe myâŚfather⌠was right. It wasnât up until about a year or so ago that I began to be one with the loneliness. Or at least I like to tell myself that. When Elena came around I saw it almost as a threat to myself. To what I was used to. Why, after 17 years did someone finally decide to see me? Having friends now makes me feel like a hungry dog. I got a taste of what it felt like to be fed, but it doesnât seem to be good enough for me. Thatâs why itâs better for me to ruin anything that can have a hold on meâŚEven if it can take away that hunger.â
Klaus is silent for a moment and so am I.
âAfter I turnedâŚthe moon wasnât the only thing that kept away the loneliness,â Klaus says and I turn my head to gaze at him and he turns him to gaze at me, âYou were.â
I furrow my eyebrows, âWhat are you talking about?â
Klaus reaches a hand up and runs a finger along my face as if heâs memorizing every aspect of it.
âAt first it was just glimpses. Colors. Almost like a memory that didnât belong to me. But every night as Iâd dream the images would get clearer. Until one night I was staring into the most exquisite y/e/c Iâd ever seen. I didnât know who they belonged to yet. But for the first time in my life, I felt seen. Iâm a monster who has done monstrous things, but yet these eyes looked at me like none of that mattered. Like I had finally been accepted, monstrous bits and all. So every morning when I awoke Iâd draw them. And every night Iâd dream of them. It wasnât for another 300 years that I would learn that the eyes belonged to the human part of my soul. And when I found that out, I was angry. Furious even. I hated the thought that the only way someone would ever look at me like I was deserving of being understood was if they were a direct result of me.â
Klaus stops and I can practically hear my heartbeat thumping.Â
âSo I burnt the pictures. Hid anything that reminded me of those eyes and hoped to never come across them for the rest of my eternity. And for 1,108 years I had accomplished thatâŚuntil one Friday afternoon, in a tiny high school where I locked eyes with that y/e/c. And everything Iâd work for became nothing. It was like I was seeing everything for the first time. I was once again that little boy running from himself begging for someone to save him. Because I knew the longer I looked into those y/e/c eyes, the sooner I was doomed.â
Klaus grabs my chin and makes me look into his eyes, âYou, Y/n Y/l/n have doomed for me for an eternity,â His eyes search mine, âAnd no matter how much I try to fight it, fight you, I canât help but spend every waking moment hoping for you. Hoping for my promised destruction.â
I stare wordlessly at the man in front of me. I keep opening my mouth and closing it but I canât seem to find the right words.Â
âI think Iâm going to have a panic attack,â I sit upright quickly and clench my chest. I hear Klaus sit up next to me and clutch my shoulders.
âY/n, just breathe,â He soothes and I think I am having a stroke because what the actual fuck is happening right now.
âIâm so confused.â
Klaus brushes my hair away from my face, âI know this must be hard for you. I didnât plan on telling you like thisâŚI actually didnât plan on telling you at all. But when I saw that anger on your face,â he pauses, âAnger that was directed at me, for the first time in my life I felt sick. So I needed to tell you, that even if you may hate meâŚI could never hate you. And for as long as I live, you will never be alone again.â
I feel tears brim my eyes as I look over and up to him and shake my head, âIf you feel this way then why did you invite Caroline? Clearly, you donât feel the way you say,â I try to deny.
Klausâs expression darkens, and he once again grabs my chin. âDo not for a moment try to tell me how I feel about you. The only reason I invited your blonde friend was because Elijah had already claimed you as his date. You can also ask your blonde friend, but the entire night all I did was ask her questions about you. I heard she canât keep a secret for her life and so I picked her brain about you. If my older brother hadnât gotten to you firstâŚyou wouldâve been with me tonight.â
I try to process what he just said and I feel a panic attack come on, âIâŚIâŚbutâŚI,â I continue shaking my head as I stand up and Klaus follows, âYou and Elijah are just playing some sick joke on me right? As a way to get back at Elena? Mess with the mentally ill non-verbal best friend. Get her to hate herself for getting all flustered over two brothers! Fucking brothers!â
âI can assure you, Elskan. That is not the case,â I whip around to see Elijah walking down the steps into the garden.Â
I rub a hand over my face and start walking around in a circle as the two brothers stand next to one another, watching.Â
âI mean, come on! You guys have to see how crazy this is right? I mean what kind of whore gets feelings for brothers!â
Klaus and Elijahâs faces darkened and I hear Klaus release a low growl.
âDont. Ever. Call yourself a whore,â Elijah takes a step forward and continues speaking with a deadly tone, âMy brother has said his peace to you, and in due time I will as well. But donât for a moment think that you should hate yourself for something that fate has put in front of you.â
I continue to stand there like a fish out of water, not knowing what the hell to say next. Thankfully, my saving grace comes in the form of a loud crashing sound coming from upstairs, capturing our attention.Â
âShouldnât we go check that out,â I point up with a shaking hand.Â
âDonât for a second think that we wonât be discussing this further,â Elijah informs me and I have to fight back the weird feeling in my chest at his commanding tone.Â
I nod and Elijah comes towards me and reaches out a hand for me to take. Klaus steps forward and does the same. I stare at both of their hands and swallow my doubts as I place a hand in each and let them guide me upstairs towards the front door where my friends and their siblings are standing.Â
I quickly drop my hands from theirs as Elena turns towards me. Thankfully, it doesnât seem she saw anything as she sends me a small smile.Â
Damon stands above Kolâs dead body with an enraged look.Â
âFucking idiot,â I mutter.
âYouâve got that right,â My little brother says as he comes to stand next to me.Â
Damon looks over all of us before landing his eyes on me, âPukey, weâre leaving,â Damonâs tone is harsh but something in his eyes makes my heart tug.
âShe is not going anywhere with you,â Elijah says with a dark voice that has everyone looking at him.Â
I shake my head, âItâs ok,â I turn to Theo and hand him my *Stefanâs* car keys, âIâll see you at home, okay?â
Theo looks at me like Iâve got two heads but still nods.
I look over to where Klaus and Elijah are practically seething and sigh.
âLetâs go, Freak,â I run over to Damon and grab his arm leading him away from everyone and out into the parking lot.Â
As soon as weâre out of sight from everyone I see Damonâs shoulders instantly drop and I turn to glare at him.
âYouâve seriously got the worst survival instinct, of anyone Iâve ever met,â I say with a hand on his hip.
âIâm never going to be the one,â Damon lets out with a shaky sigh and I instantly drop my disappointed mother act.Â
âWhat happened?â
I take a step closer to him and he shakes his head.
âElena.â
I take a deep sigh and nod, âOf course.â
Damon lifts his head to look at me, âYou look like how I feel,â He says trying to be sarcastic but I can hear the pain in his voice.
âIâve had a rough night too, my friend. Movie night at yours,â I question as I wrap my arm around his, and his upper lip twitches.
âYou called me your friend.â
I roll my eyes and let him lead me to his car, âShut up.â
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I feel like a lot of those "if you assume when people talk about women they're not including trans women then that's on you" type posts were made to fucking gaslight trans women while patting themselves on the back for allyship.
you know a lot of the time we can't actually tell when someone is including us right? like yea it's annoying when ppl tack us on after the fact but it's like...... you do understand you need to do more than just "obviously include trans women" right?
now when you say "don't assume someone talking negatively about men is actually talking about trans women" are you even slightly able to understand WHY we might be weary of people doing that? do you even slightly consider what things sound like transmisogynistic dogwhistles? or is this a 'i don't have to consider how anything i could ever say might be confused for crypto terf shit because it should be inherently obvious i support trans women' type thing?
like i feel that point is just straight up fucking lost on people talking on behalf of us, yall would fucking turn your backs on us in a fucking second too, don't pretend you wouldn't.
you KNOW why trans women hear "men" and think trans women, it's because a lot of people say "men" and MEAN trans women. you KNOW you know that, you're not that fucking dense. stop patting yourself on the back for being obtuse about it
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Have my baby - Max Verstappen
Warnings: 18+, breeding kink obviously, creampie, unprotected sex
Word count: 1,4k
I feel like youâd realise that Max has a raging breeding kink right in the middle of a heated makeout session one ordinary Tuesday night.
"Damn, schat, you're so beautiful⌠Wanna put a baby in you so bad."
His comment freezes both of you. He must have realised what he just said and stopped in his tracks, scanning you for a reaction. But your face is blank, free of any emotion.
You're in shock, Max had never even mentioned having kids of your own before. Sure, you both knew that you wanted kids someday but you had not discussed it further until now. Besides, Max was good with children, and the biggest dream you had was to have a baby with him. But his admission came as a surprise.
You huff, "Baby, huh?" Gazing up at his icy blue eyes. They were filled with shame, and his head sunk into the crook of your neck with a sigh. Your hands sink into his thick hair, and you can't help but pull on it slightly, encouraging him to look up again.
"Max, look at me." You tell him, and he does, still with that adorable frown on his face.
"Say it again." You order.
"I'm not doing that, Y/N." Max quickly replies.
You sigh. "I didn't know you had a breeding kink, Max." You wink at him.
You're really into the idea. "BabyâŚ" You whisper while playing with his hair and brushing over your stomach, imagining feeling a baby bump under your hand.
"Liefje, I didn't mean to-" He starts, his tone slightly panicked, but you stop him before he can explain himself.
"I like that, Max." You admit. As you say that, his eyes widen in surprise.
"Really?" He coos while peppering your face with kisses.
"YeahâŚ" You giggle. "I mean, I wasn't exactly ready to hear that from you but I like it."
Max lets out a laugh, "I wasn't thinking, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything."
You shush him, "You didn't, trust me."
He offers you a faint smile as he traces his hand against your cheek.
"Can I remove these?" Max asks rather desperately, pointing to your jeans, making you nod and assisting him in dragging them off.
When the sweet smell of you hits him, he inhales and lets out a small whimper. "God, smell heavenlyâŚ"
His words make you blush, and while he's busy taking your underwear off, you look down at his bulge.
"Need you so bad, Maxie." You whine while palming his jeans.
He answers with a couple of thrusts against your hand, feeling desperate to have you and to get out of the tightening lock-up of his pants.
Something in him switches when he sees your pussy, and he manhandles your tiny figure onto your hands and knees.
"Please Max, need you." You beg. Your hand slides down to your heat, and you're already soaked. As you're playing with your clit, you slide two fingers in, stretching yourself for him.
You hear the clinking of his belt behind you, and you look back at him, arching your back further, allowing him to see you even better.
"Such a teaseâŚ" He chuckles, and you feel something slide along your slit. Something wet and familiar. You recognize it as his tongue almost instantly, and you can't help letting out a moan.
"Hmmm, taste even better." He whispers against your core. As he's licking and sucking on your clit, his nose brushes against your seeping hole, wetting his face.
You feel yourself getting closer by the second as you feel two of his fingers penetrate you and curl up against your G-spot.
Max feels the way you're clenching around his fingers, almost cutting off blood supply to his poor digits.
Before you even had the chance to react, you came. The feeling of him on you is overwhelming and you're frantically trying to get away, but he's holding himself and you in place, still sucking on your clit and fingering you frantically.
When you've come down, Max pulls his fingers out and collapses beside you, stroking your flushed cheek with his fingers.
"So what do you say, schat?" He asks, his eyes filled with adoration.
"About what?"
He pauses before he speaks, "Let's have a baby." He says, still looking at you.
"MaxâŚ" You try to sound serious but the thought of having his baby is tempting. "You're away all the time for work. It wouldn't work."
"I'll quit if you want me to. Just have a baby with me."
Silence. You try to come up with a good excuse, but the post-orgasm haze makes it hard. The only reason you're waiting is because of his career. And if he quits, there's no reason for you to wait. "You can't stop racing just because you want a baby, Max."
"Watch me, Y/N⌠Besides, if we make a baby now, it'll be born in the off-season, it's perfect!" He tries to resonate.
"You've planned this really well, haven't you?" You giggle.
"Mhm⌠You would make the most beautiful mama. You and pregnancy would complement each other." He coos while rolling you over onto your back, kissing you all over your face, making you burst out in laughter.
"Okay, okay, I give up!" You laugh, allowing Max to hover over you.
"Let's make a baby." You whisper, not sure if he heard you.
"Oh⌠Love." He sighs contently while pulling your hoodie off and freeing himself from his jeans and underwear. "I love you." He leans in and catches your mouth in a searing kiss, his cheeks flushing with each word.
The thought of making love to you without any barriers, feeling you for real, sends Max reeling.
His knees push your legs apart, placing himself between them. Max can't help capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, tasting your lips with his tongue. Excitement runs through him as you run your fingers down his body to his pulsating member, you grab it and give it a few pumps before brushing it against your cunt, collecting the slick from your previous orgasm on his tip.
"Are you really sure about this?" He asks for confirmation one last time.
"I'm sure of it, Max." You reply, giving his nose a gentle kiss.
Max is beaming at you when he hears the words, and slowly slides into you, connecting two bodies into one. When the tip is in, you stop him with a hand on his stomach. You would never get used to his size. "It's okay, schat, take a moment." He tries to comfort you.
Once you've adjusted to him, you nod to indicate your readiness to continue. He slowly burrows into you, ensuring you feel okay and as comfortable as possible while showering you with praise and encouragement.
"Doing so well for me, liefje."
"Looking so good like this."
"Our babies will be just as beautiful as you."
"I'm so lucky to have you."
When he bottoms out, you moan out brokenly, as does he. The feeling of him sheathed in you almost sends you into a raging orgasm instantly, in any case, you're close.
"Look at me, Y/N." He asks as he pumps into you. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you are desperately trying to keep yourself together. When you hear his words though, you open your eyes, only to find him close, looking at your contorted face. The sight of him aids your impending orgasm, and you're pushed over the edge with the help of his thrusts.
As you moan out your second orgasm, you suck Max' delicious lower lip into your mouth, while rocking your hips to get some kind of relief. Max doesn't let you come down this time and continues pumping into you, increasing his pace.
You are both a moaning mess; kissing, sucking, licking each other wherever your mouths happen to land.
"Can't wait to see your stomach swell with my child, lieve." Max stills, out of breath, drops of sweat decorating his forehead. He stills in you, pulling your legs up on his shoulders, folding you in half. The change of angle, his tip against your G-spot, drives you into a frenzy. You're hyper-aware of everything happening, his hands on your body leaving goosebumps wherever he touches, his eyes on you, feeling like fire, his thrusts, god, you're going to cum again.
You clench around him, "My god, I'm close." Max announces, "Please, cum with me." He begs while he picks up the pace, slamming into your cervix again and again until you both yell in ecstasy. You feel streaks of his seed painting your insides while you milk his member dry.
Max collapses on top of you, spent and tired. "Jesus, Y/N."
You giggle into his shoulder, you too feeling tired, but happy.
"What if it actually sticks on the first try?" You ask.
"Might as well go for another round to up our chances." Max winks at you.
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I am honestly shocked (as a pretty unbiased party) at the GAâs reaction to the bucktommy breakup. Iâd hedge a bet that Tim and co are too! I think they knew that bucktommy was fairly well received (by the general audience and not the loud minority) but i donât think that they realised those same people who were so flippant about Buckâs prior love interests would keep caring to the extent they have. That people would care enough to express their disappointment in a rational manner - not resorting to name calling etc etc. I do wonder where they plan to go from here (or if they even have a plan) because the idea that Buck jumps back to sleeping around now or diving head first into another relationship eight seasons inâŚ. is jarring and i do wonder how the GA will react to that after this week
I think youâve brought up an important point re: the reaction to prior love interests, and the funny thing is Tim and his staff only have themselves to blame.
Everyone Buck has been with before Tommy has been a woman. Buck was, for all intents and purposes, perceived as straight. Itâs not that difficult to get an audience on board with a hetero relationship, right?
Except the audience was able to bounce back from every breakup because the effort wasnât there. In fact, Iâd bet the relationship the audience cared about most was BuckAbby, but they canât do anything about Connie only signing for the one season. (And just to cover all my bases, sure, you could say that "effort" was made with BuckTaylor given how much screen time they had, but the audience also had the entire half of 5B to prepare for a break up after the BuckLucy kissing scene!) Now here comes Tommy. He already has established relationships with members of the 118, relationships that have nothing to do with Buck. His first episode in s7 showed him helping the 118 not only rescue Bathena, but going behind people's backs to do it so nobody got in trouble. Episode four establishes that he has also made a friend in Eddie, which is a first for these love interests! If Tommy and Eddie can get along, this time might be different, right? After the kiss in Buck's loft, which the GA obviously didn't hate, they have a conversation after a disastrous date, about wanting to see where things go. Buck was happy. People were gonna like that. The wedding episode is, IMO, where Tim started to slip up. We didn't just see Buck bringing Tommy as his plus-one and introducing him to everybody. We saw Tommy show up to the hospital still in his firefighter gear after an emergency. We saw that he wanted to keep his promise to Buck to be there for the wedding, to show that he, too, was serious about seeing where the relationship could go. We saw Buck kiss him. In public. No shame, no regrets. We also saw their dinner scene in the finale. Not interrupted by Eddie's drama. We saw Tommy still being important enough to the story in 8x01 to be present for Christopher's "birthday party". And then we saw everything that came with 8x05. The fandom can take its victory lap and say "the writing was on the wall", but the general audience? All they saw were two men slowly (possibly) falling in love. Tommy was never actually portrayed as the wrong partner in canon. In fact, he was everything the previous weren't. Every single thing this fandom used as an excuse for why these relationships wouldn't work? Tommy was the anomaly. First responder? Check. Friendly with Eddie? Check. Forms some sort of relationship with Chris? Check. Makes Buck a priority? Check. Isn't sidelined for Buddie scenes? Check. Yep, maybe Tim really did do all those things so that when the breakup actually happened it would leave an impact. But how fucking obtuse do you (Tim) have to be to not realize just how important seeing Buck in a happy, healthy relationship - what little we got of it! - was going to be for the audience? Especially when much of that audience has stuck with you through six seasons of the same old shit? How can you be unprepared for the backlash when YOU are the reason people care this much in the first place?
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This is so important to me bcs the moment you talk about how cait got here people take it as you justifying her actions. Like obviously she's doing something wrong here, but how she got here is so interesting. Discussing a character doesn't make their past actions fake nor does it justify their future ones.
Cait did not immediately turn on zaun the moment her mom died. In the span of those episodes we see hesitation, anger, guilt, and the writers did not show her spiral so beautifully for people to reduce her to a stuck up rich girl "turning on the victims the moment she feels an ounce of their pain" (paraphrased off smth I saw on TikTok)
We see such humanness in her, we can acknowledge the intensity of her emotions, the exact causes that brought her here, what worsened it, what tried to help, all of that and more without justifying what she's doing.
It's the same nuance I give to jinx and honestly every character in arcane bcs it is so beautifully written. There is not a single entirely good or entirely bad. There are mostly bad and definitely bad, same with good, but never entirely. The writers did such a superb job, it's honestly impressive.
Understanding a character is not justifying their actions, empathy and sympathy doesn't equal forgiveness. Because these are characters. These are fictional characters who we can empathize and sympathize with, even when we believe their actions are unacceptable. Because they are fictional, we are meant to observe them in all the angles, because they are fictional we have the privilege of dissecting their actions, labelling and observing each part, watching the reactions, and learning from it. Something as intricately thought as arcane deserves more than disproven blanket statements in any direction.
Obviously I understand that the average watcher wouldn't think this deep into it, but I am. This is for the people who do look into it that deep, those who now want to look at it that deep and those who are tired of people not looking into it that deep.
"We want more complex female characters" you can't even handle an angry, grieving daughter who just had her mother killed by her future wife's sister, shut the fuck up
#i am a lit and history student if you can't tell#arcane#arcane season 2#arcane spoilers#arcane season 2 spoilers#caitlyn kiramman#arcane s2
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Please more Trail's gone cold au I'm begging you I need it just pour out every thought in your brain I want to hear it
hgdhhfbd i mean, sure why not
everything plot related is in the main post, there's nothing else really to tell. but i could share random details that didn't really fit into the lore drop. again tho, it's a small au and mostly an exploration of the concept, so there's not a lot.
âď¸ gem and etho are siblings, i don't think it was mentioned anywhere? blood related and all that, they both have black hair, gem just dyes hers.
âď¸ behind the scenes reasons for the order of deaths. generally i picked these three to be the main cast because i suddenly realized pet crew were just dungeon master and his two winners, and that was too crazy of a concept to not do anything with? so, tango as the main guy and actual master of the dungeon had to die first, seeing how he's the cave's favorite. pearl as the main explorer and as the one to unlock all the secrets had to die second, because she had to return to the dungeon / the cave to find out the truth, and she conquered it but never actually got out. and etho had to survive, because he's the "proper" winner and the one who actually escaped the dungeon with treasures.
âď¸ lore reasons for the order of infection. tango you already know, but pearl and etho went in at the same time so in theory they had to start experiencing the effects together. but because etho was wearing a mask it did lessen the amount of sculk he inhaled, slowing down the process. wear masks kids!
and, well, you did say you wanted to hear every thought so. i really like the plot point of them leaving tango to die, so im gonna ramble a little about it. even just, the difference in their views on the situation is so satisfying to me. because tango had no idea something scary was happening to him! and for pearl and etho it was a life or death situation. and just-- they were talking about leaving tango and tango obviously, obviously, protested, because what the actual hell??? yes okay he's ill and a burden, but don't leave an ill guy to freeze to death in a cave, what is wrong with them????? or, okay, what is wrong with etho, pearl was against the idea. but, straight up tango did not plan for it to end this way, he had his whole life ahead of him and so many things ha still wanted to do! of course he cried when they left, what else was he supposed to do? thank etho for his awesome decision? be all cool and stoic and sacrifice himself? hell no, he didn't want to die, he never asked for this.
he did die tho, so. whomp whomp đş... i imagine he passed before pearl and etho even reached the stairs, so at least he didn't suffer for long. if he had a breakdown about being left alone he probably hyperventilated and inhaled like a ton more sculk, so that killed him even faster. must've sucked tho...
and then pearl, god, pearl.... she didn't encounter any dangers on the way back, since she wasn't trying to escape and the cave had no reason to be hostile towards her. but seeing how she was at the last stage before turning... she probably didn't get to tango before collapsing... not dying just yet, but too feverish and too weak to walk. but if tango was already back, he could very much go and find her. can you imagine the pure horror of drowning in your regrets as you slowly die and then having your supposedly already dead friend appear in front of you all cheery and oh so wrong. i dont know how much of tango is left in that thing, but the image of him sitting by pearl and holding her until she dies is so-- its haunting but it's sweet. and then there's still enough time to catch up with etho.
actually, gahhhh, all three pet povs are their own unique horror story and it's so good.
the horror of having to go through this terrifying experience, and then being the only survivor, knowing full well that the only reason you lived is because you left your friends to die, and there's no way of fixing it now.
the horror of everything falling apart around you because of miscommunication, and then the one time you decide to do it right you end up regretting every single decision and witnessing the direct result of your mistakes come for you.
the horror of being stupid... the horror of losing all control over your life and being betrayed in the moment of your most vulnerability, dying fully and utterly helpless.
this au is so sad but i love it so much...
okay wow that's enough for one post, ask more if you want tho!
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Damon Hill: What sort of style of a driver do you admire in F1? Is there a particular driver you look at and go "That's my style, that's the guy I'd like to be like"?
Gabriel Bortoleto: I think from nowadays I really like how Max drives. In the sense of I really admire his quali laps and how much he extracts from the car. The way he drives and races is very nice. Obviously can be very hard, we've seen in the last few races. But obviously they're fighting for a world championship so we expect them to race each other like that. But I think I've always admired a bit like how Max drives since I was very young. I was part of a team in go-karts that he grew up with and they always told me stories about him. I was always like "Okay what would Max do in this situation?" and I wanted always to be a bit like him because he won every single thing in junior series. So I think him.
F1 Nation: Gabriel Bortoleto on his dream F1 deal, Alonso's guidance + racing for Brazil | 11 November 2024 [min 24:30]
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she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.
my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.
my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.
my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.
at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.
my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.
i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.
two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.
it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.
#writeblr#wlw#i often think about like.....#being happy in a gay relationship is sometimes so odd#bc u can forget how stupid ppl are.#bc ur so USED to being gay. and u forget other people GENUINELY ARE homophobic#so it's like. girl pardon?????#but also there are moments where it's like. ohhh the kids are alright#like watching someone razz someone else.... so fucking wholesome#âlemme get this bitche's pronouns before i make gentle fun of themâ .... i would have KILLED for that.#THAT is how u know ur accepted#not just tolerated#..... when ppl are like. sure ur nonbinary congrats but WHAT is this fucking sunscreen application#ps idk if "razz'' is a real word but someone asked what it means -#i've always heard it as being a term for 'gentle & friendly teasing'' which like#i personally notice more from my guy friends but is like - when a person isn't#LIKE ACTUALLY teasing u (it's nothing personal/mean) they're just laughing w/you about something#my friends often put on a little voice and call me an anemic little bitch#like 'ooooo the anemic little bitch is cold??? does she need a mouse blanket#bc she's SOOOO SMALL AND ANEMIC???''#and it doesn't hurt my feelings (it makes me laugh very hard) bc 1. i actually called MYSELF that first#and 2. i'm not sensitive about it!!!#a proper razz is when you are ALSO in on the joke - i ALSO think it's funny#for some people i personally find that when they razz u it's when they love u -#they've noticed something genuine about u and love u enough that u know they're not being mean#this is cultural and personality based of course but i'm hispanic#if someone isn't making fun of me it means they hate me . obviously.
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Also to add: sometimes questions donât get addressed. Or other parts of a conversation just naturally turn away from where they started to the point itâs too awkward to bring it back up, or thereâs just no need to respond to it.
This is especially true of what I call âmediocreâ (in the archaic sense of âaverage qualityâ ) questions, I.e. âdo you remember how you got here?â To a patient in a hospital. Does the answer have meaning? Yes, in the right scene. But not every scene needs to focus on that, though literally any nurse is going to ask if you are unconscious upon arrival, or even if you faint while there. They also donât particularly care about the answer, as long as youâre not obviously in distress about it.
Similarly, âare you okay?â Asked to a person who is obviously hurt or struggling needs no answer, as such; I certainly donât tend to answer that question conventionally when the answer is itself obvious. Can it be answered, with meaning? Yes. Does it NEED an answer to feel realistic? No.
âHow are you feeling?â I think can fall into this category too.
However these are different from the âflock callâ questions, as I call them â the âIâm human, are you human? Oh you are!â Game, which is all social script, I.e. âhow are you?â -> âIâm fineâ. âHow was school?â -> âit was goodâ etc. these are dictated by social expectations, not legitimate answers, so I donât even really consider them questions tbh. Nonetheless, it can feel dreadfully awkward to answer those in the expected way sometimes, and for ND people in particular, we tend to have our own little way of answering those. So as a character building aspect of dialogue, theyâre valuable.
Also â that body language point!!!!!! Body language IS A LANGUAGE. Entire conversations can be had with no words spoken at all, especially between people who know each other well or in intense confrontations.
And that carries into dialogue as well â sometimes whatâs being said with words is Not whatâs being said with body language, and that can really make a scene feel both dynamic and real!
The number of times Iâve seen my fiancĂŠ, for example, having a âpleasantâ conversation with his uncle or mom, and unless you knew how to read his body language, youâd never assume by dialogue alone that he was being closed off or defensive. But nearly every time they have any kind of long talk, regardless of topic, he always crosses his arms, and leans backward, and stands up if he can, if heâs not already, and will, if they follow suit, put something between himself and them. He is the veritable picture of âplease donât talk to meâ , buuuuuuut we live in a house of people who canât read into that to save themselves, except ironically for lil old autistic me, because I had to learn that body language unintuitively lol. However, itâs a great example of that subtextual information being presented in conjunction with dialogue; if you only heard them speak on tape, youâd think they got along and had a wonderful relationship. But by observing the body language, the entire tone of even the most âniceâ conversations shifts dramatically into a more questionable light.
But anyways, those are just my contributions! :)
Things Real People Do in Dialogue (For Your Next Story)
Okay, letâs be realâdialogue can make or break a scene. You want your characters to sound natural, like actual humans talking, not robots reading a script. So, how do you write dialogue that feels real without it turning into a mess of awkward pauses and âumsâ? Hereâs a little cheat sheet of what real people actually do when they talk (and you can totally steal these for your next story):
1. People Interrupt Each Other All the Time In real conversations, nobody waits for the perfect moment to speak. We interrupt, cut each other off, and finish each other's sentences. Throw in some overlaps or interruptions in your dialogue to make it feel more dynamic and less like a rehearsed play.
2. They Donât Always Say What They Mean Real people are masters of dodging. Theyâll say one thing but mean something totally different (hello, passive-aggressive banter). Or theyâll just avoid the question entirely. Let your characters be vague, sarcastic, or just plain evasive sometimesâit makes their conversations feel more layered.
3. People Trail Off... We donât always finish our sentences. Sometimes we just... stop talking because we assume the other person gets what weâre trying to say. Use that in your dialogue! Let a sentence trail off into nothing. It adds realism and shows the comfort (or awkwardness) between characters.
4. Repeating Words Is Normal In real life, people repeat words when theyâre excited, nervous, or trying to make a point. Itâs not a sign of bad writingâitâs how we talk. Let your characters get a little repetitive now and then. It adds a rhythm to their speech that feels more genuine.
5. Fillers Are Your Friends People say "um," "uh," "like," "you know," all the time. Not every character needs to sound polished or poetic. Sprinkle in some filler words where it makes sense, especially if the character is nervous or thinking on their feet.
6. Not Everyone Speaks in Complete Sentences Sometimes, people just throw out fragments instead of complete sentences, especially when emotions are high. Short, choppy dialogue can convey tension or excitement. Instead of saying âI really think we need to talk about this,â try âWe need to talk. Now.â
7. Body Language Is Part of the Conversation Real people donât just communicate with words; they use facial expressions, gestures, and body language. When your characters are talking, think about what theyâre doingâare they fidgeting? Smiling? Crossing their arms? Those little actions can add a lot of subtext to the dialogue without needing extra words.
8. Awkward Silences Are Golden People donât talk non-stop. Sometimes, they stop mid-conversation to think, or because things just got weird. Donât be afraid to add a beat of awkward silence, a long pause, or a meaningful look between characters. It can say more than words.
9. People Talk Over Themselves When They're Nervous When weâre anxious, we tend to talk too fast, go back to rephrase what we just said, or add unnecessary details. If your characterâs nervous, let them ramble a bit or correct themselves. Itâs a great way to show their internal state through dialogue.
10. Inside Jokes and Shared History Real people have history. Sometimes they reference something that happened off-page, or they share an inside joke only they get. This makes your dialogue feel lived-in and shows that your characters have a life beyond the scene. Throw in a callback to something earlier, or a joke only two characters understand.
11. No One Explains Everything People leave stuff out. We assume the person weâre talking to knows what weâre talking about, so we skip over background details. Instead of having your character explain everything for the readerâs benefit, let some things go unsaid. Itâll feel more naturalâand trust your reader to keep up!
12. Characters Have Different Voices Real people donât all talk the same way. Your characters shouldnât either! Pay attention to their unique quirksâdoes one character use slang? Does another speak more formally? Maybe someoneâs always cutting people off while another is super polite. Give them different voices and patterns of speech so their dialogue feels authentic to them.
13. People Change the Subject In real life, conversations donât always stay on track. People get sidetracked, jump to random topics, or avoid certain subjects altogether. If your characters are uncomfortable or trying to dodge a question, let them awkwardly change the subject or ramble to fill the space.
14. Reactions Arenât Always Immediate People donât always respond right away. They pause, they think, they hesitate. Sometimes they donât know what to say, and that delay can speak volumes. Give your characters a moment to process before they respondâitâll make the conversation feel more natural.
Important note: Please donât use all of these tips in one dialogue at once.
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historical drama/sitcom where two gay best friends (woman and man) get lavender married--and proceed to spend the Fancy European Honeymoon their parents paid for acting as each other's wingman
#and hijinks ensue. obviously.#BONUS POINTS if they're gender nonconforming/questioning/trans coded#back at home they'd get dressed up then switch outfits in the taxi on the way to the gay club#now that they're married/on vacation in a new country they just wear what they want#he already has a glamorous collection of silk dressing gowns but she's the one who drags him out to buy a closet full of evening gowns#he tries to throw his suits out to make closet space and she steals them for her own wardrobe#also i think they should be a fun mixture of supportive and Cattily Judgemental about each other's dating decisions#just for funsies#like when your bestie is making a mess of their love life but you're in no position to lecture them bc youre WORSE#no wait wait wait#FINAL SEASON they both realize they're trans and move abroad permanently--where they each assume the other's legal identity!!!#SERIES FINALE: a joyful double wedding--wherein they lovingly divorce each other#and (under their switched identities) legally marry their longterm partners
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FNAF Vanny and Amanda from DBD would get along..
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf fanart#fnaf vanny#vanny#vanessa fnaf#security breach#dead by daylight#dbd fanart#dbd#dbd the pig#amanda young#saw movies#omg another dead by daylight postâŚ#maybe Iâll draw more DBD now that itâs the spooky months weâll see#WHEN I drew Vanny meeting huntress folks asked right away#like to have her meet Amanda young âthe pigâ next#and as someone who was super into saw at a point OBVIOUSLY I had to draw it#they actually match in a lot of ways#similar origins least in vibes from what I remember about Amanda#so I actually think they could get along#Vanny being the ultimate failgirl loves to see a girlboss
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