#not cami reading a parenting book ;.; my heart

[elysiium]

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 focuses on the spot her aunt identifies : the alley , lowly light . the gate where the trap is to be set . she only nods , blinking out of existence to reappear at the spot . she begins her work , focus at the task at hand ━━━ the dark faintly aglow by her mismatched eyes , hands delicate despite the speed at which they move . it does not take her long ( just as she told camilla so ) and before long she's back at the princess' side . ❛ done . ❜ she tells her aunt , a proud smile on her face .

A PROUD SMILE sneaks onto her face at that , no matter the context of their current situation . worry still churns in her gut , but camilla also has to actively suppress the urge to pinch her genius niece's cheeks for the accomplishment . ( you don't do that to teenagers lest they grumble and grouch , says the parenting book she read . the blurb of , anyways . ) a bit of praise is always good for future motivation , though : " perfect progress , then . " the demon considers their position ; considers the path ciaran is taking . then she leads them down a different road and ports them ahead a few hundred steps at a time till they reach another ally , by the back exit of a club . camilla points to a passage by the right of it , magic emanating faintly from the metal closing it off , but dormant at the moment . " now . below the gate there , please . "

[beybaldes]

some word today from my boyfriend so far away

Eddie Roundtree × Fem!Reader

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Request! : Hi !!! Will you plz write one about Eddie growing up w reader and crushing on each other for years as kids and teens and when Eddie and the band go to LA and reader is still finishing HS senior year as 1 year younger than Eddie and they confess feelings and start dating before he leaves and when she finds out Billy's cheating on Camila, she fears Eddie will do the same. She comes visit the band in LA for a week and is cold towards Eddie and he reassures her his love for her and she's her one and only !!

thank you for the request @eddieroundtreestan2224 I hope you enjoy <3

Warning!! I have not read the book or the show!!! All info I have gathered has been from other x readers I have read. sorry in advance if I have butchered vour fav show/book because I have plainly made shit up in favour of satiating my own need for more Eddie fics xoxo

Eddie loved you more then anything; you were his reason to get up in the morning, his reason to try so hard for the bands success, the reason he got out of bed even when all he wanted to do was sleep. Nothing had ever hurt him more then when he had to leave you behind in Pittsburgh.

He knew it would only be for a year, and that the second you graduated you were going to come out to LA to join them, but it felt like it was going to be an eternity. The day he got into the car and left you crying on your door step broke his heart, but he knew he was doing it for a good reason - that if things went to plan, he was setting up a good and stable future for the two of you.

You'd promised you'd come and visit over each of your breaks and you had - he didn't know when each was, but was always happily surprised to find you on his doorstep with your luggage and a smile on your face. Within seconds you'd retreat into his bedroom in the house and spend the rest of the day curled in each others arms, catching up on everything as though you didn't spend every free moment on the phone together racking up your parents phone bill. Eddie promised he'd pay them back when he got 'rich and famous' so you didn't worry it too much.

Camilla was the only one to know about your upcoming trip to LA, considering she spent most of the time in the house it made it perfect as she'd know who was going to be in the house at any given moment, and could help sneak you in this time before Eddie caught wind of your arrival. So when she called you that night, you weren't surprised to see her number on the screen, however, when you picked it up and found her sobbing down the line, you were shocked to silence.

"Billy- he's-" Camilla couldn't even get the words out between her tears, half a sob quickly turning into a grunt of anger as she took in what she'd saw earlier in the day. "Cheated- I- Baby-"

"Cami?" You whimpered into the phone, hurting because your friend was hurting. Camilla was like your sister, knowing her all your life had given you that closeness, and even though you'd technically known Billy longer, it was an easy choice as to who's side you'd take. "It's okay, baby, breathe."

After a moment of silence, Camilla cleared her throat, sniffling the tears away as she spoke. "He cheated on me. Eddie, Graham - they've all been covering for him."

As if your heart wasn't already aching, now it was breaking. Eddie, your Eddie, would do that? If he'd cover up for Billy - the biggest dick known to man kind - then god knows what he would be doing when you weren't around. Camilla lived with them for gods sake and you? Well, you were halfway across the country and still in high school.

Suddenly it was hard to swallow and your throat was completely dry. "I'm catching the next flight out, I'll be there tomorrow." You hung up the phone before she could ask what you'd do about school but that could wait. It was only a week until spring break anyway and Camilla needed you, your savings would rebuild but her heart might not.

When the phone started ringing again as your were packing your bag, you ignored it - even though you knew it was Eddie and you knew he would worry. After the events that had transpired today you didn't feel like talking to him, not until you could contain your whirring thoughts about whether this meant he would cheat on you.

If Billy couldn't get away with it while living with his pregnant wife, then Eddie would pass with flying colours. Only time would tell.

Eventually the phone stopped ringing, but you didn't care to notice, instead running down stairs with your packed bag and running out the front door, down the block, and to Misses Dunne's house. God knows your parents wouldn't let you skip school for LA, but miss dunne had always taken you to the airport for your trips, and given the current situation, you were sure she'd help cover for you.

You were already at the airport before Eddie gave up on ringing your phone, a lit joint between his lips as he sulked with his arms crossed over his chest in the living room of the LA house.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" Graham asked, walking into the room with a beer in hand, taking a seat next to Karen on the couch.

"Y/n never picked up the phone." Graham winced at Karen's answer, turning to Eddie with a frown on his face.

"Sorry, dude. She probably just forgot, went to sleep or something."

Eddie scoffed, the frown on his face getting deeper at the suggestion you wouldn't wait up for him, his brow creasing tightly. "No. Y/n wouldn't do that. She never forgets."

"Well, don't let it keep you up, dude." Graham patted him on the shoulder, trying to reassure his friend. "She'll call back in the morning, besides, she'll be here next week anyway."

"Yeah, you're right." Eddie didn't feel like Graham was right however, you always picked up the phone - and the only times you didn't you warned him in advance that you weren't going to be available. His mind was moving at a million miles an hour, thinking of every single thing he'd ever done that could've made you not pick up the phone tonight, but his mind was drawing a blank.

In fact, he stayed there, deep in thought, for so long that he passed out on the couch, waking the next morning when Karen came running through the house to answer a knock on the door. Eddie's head fell back into the arm of the couch, closing his eyes tightly and deciding he could steal a few more hours of sleep now that Karen was tending to the door. That wish was quickly ended, however, as Karen let out a scream, people coming running from all directions of the house.

"What are you doing here?!" Karen was wrapped in a tight hug with a shorter figure that he recognised all too well, your suitcase was in the doorway and your eyes met his over her shoulder.

Eddie's entire demeanour lit up when his eyes met yours. That explained why you hadn't picked up the night before.

"Surprise!"

Eddie sprung up from the couch, jumping over the back of it and pulling you from Karen's arms and into his own. He wrapped you tightly in his hold, cradling your head to the crook of his neck as he took in your presence. You were here, you were really, really here and in his arms again and everything was good. "I thought you weren't coming till next week." Eddie said, pressing a kiss to your head as he pulled out of the hug slightly, getting a good look at your face.

He could swear that every time he saw you, you got more and more beautiful.

"I was gonna come next week." You answer, standing on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. "Camilla called, I got the first flight out."

"How did you get to the airport?" Graham asked, him and Warren stealing you from Eddie's hold and wrapping you in an awkwardly done group hug - the two boys having missed having you around everyday like they were used to, almost as much as Eddie.

"Your mom drove me." You answered, pulling back from the hug and finally pulling your suitcase into the house. "Where's Camilla?"

Eddie and Graham shared a look and suddenly everything Camilla said to you on the phone last night came to the front of your mind. They knew. They hid it. And if they hid it for Billy, who's to know what they were hiding from you?

"I'll take you to her." Karen grabbed your hand and led you out of the living room, the two of you ignoring the longing look Eddie sent your way as you left just as soon as you arrived. He'd just got you back and you were already going to see someone else? Given the current situation he got it, but he still just wanted to spend some time with his girl.

It was gone midnight when you finally left Camilla's room - you'd crawled into the corridor at the dead of night, feeling bad that you'd left Eddie alone all day, but then remembering what he'd done.

He was probably cheating on you too. The voice in your head hadn't stopped since you'd got Camilla's call last night, and you didn't think it was going to any time soon.

You had fully debated just sleeping in Camilla's bed all night with her and Karen, but you'd been away from Eddie for so long all you wanted was to curl into his arms and sleep for a long time. Although you knew he'd probably be asleep by now, you wanted one more night to be his girl, before you had to confront him and potentially find out what Camilla had. The thought alone made you sick to your stomach

"Why are you avoiding me, birdie?" As you carefully shut the door, not wanting to make a sound in case Eddie was already asleep, you were surprised to hear him, wide awake and kind of angry.

You turned around slowly, unbuttoning your jeans and stepping out of them, ready to get something more comfortable on and just go to bed. "I'm not."

Eddie stood from where he'd been sat on the bed, walking up to you. "You've been here all day and this is the first time we've spoken since you arrived." You ignored him, turning your back to him and missing the way his whole face faltered in favour of pulling your shirt and bra off, picking up one of Eddie's shirts off the floor and pulling it hastily over your head. "Did I do something?"

"Are you cheating on me?"

Eddie's heart stopped at the question. His brow creased and a frown took over his lips as he pouted at you, his eyes swarming with an ache you'd been feeling for the past 24 hours. "What?"

"Because Camilla told me that you and Graham were covering Billy's tracks for him." You pushed Eddies chest, pushing him away from you when he tried to reach out and touch you. He let you, keeping the distance you created as he stared longingly at the heartbroken girl before him; he almost didn't recognise you with such hurt swarming in your eyes, clouding you from him. Almost.

"You would've kept doing it too if she hadn't caught him and she never would've known." Another push, but this time Eddie wrapped his hand around your bicep, keeping you closer to his chest as you landed weaker and weaker pushes against him, tears welling in your eyes. "She lives in this damn house, and she didn't know her scum husband was cheating on her - and then it got me thinking. I don't live here, I don't see you everyday, I don't sleep in the same fucking bed as you every night and if you were willing to do it for Billy, I can't see why he wouldn't be willing to do it for you, too."

The pushing had stopped, Eddie holding you against him with one arm, his other hand caressing your cheek, his thumb wiping away at the tears that were beginning to spill over. "Birdie-"

"And then all I could think about was how easy it would be for you to cheat on me out here; you're halfway across the damn country Ed's. And I'm still in stupid fucking Pittsburgh. What could you want with a girl like me when you've clearly got half the country wanting to be with you?" Your words had turned to whispers, your head falling against Eddie's shoulder though his warm hand still cradled your cheek. As you sniffled into the material of his t-shirt he pressed a kiss to your temple, shushing your crying and holding you tight against him - as though he was protecting you from all the thoughts you'd let stir and simmer in your mind.

"I don't want anyone else." Eddie whispered, gently swaying the two of you back and forth in his hold, his hand running through your hair as the tears began to stop. "I just want you, birdie."

Eddie pulled away from you, holding your face between both of his hands and bringing your gaze to meet his own. "I know I shouldn't have covered for Billy, it was shit of me, but part of me truly thought it would hurt Camilla less if she just didn't know. I get how bad that sounds but I didn't know what to do I-"

"You should've told her Ed's." You whimpered, tears springing back to your eyes as you thought back to the phone call and conversation you and Camila had shared - dwelling on how quickly your stomach dropped and how easy it was to think the worst.

"I know." Eddie cooed, his thumb running gently across the flesh under your eye, his forehead pressed to yours in the dark room. "But I need you to know I would never, ever cheat on you, Birdie. I love you more then life itself; I need you like the air I breathe. I've spent every waking moment since moving to LA waiting for you to come back to me - I want nothing more then to spend every night with you in my arms and every day with you by my side."

"Eddie-"

"And one day, I'm gonna marry you, and we're never gonna have to spend a day apart again, okay?" Eddie pressed a feather light kiss to your lips, punctuating each of his words with another; to your lips, your cheek, the dimple of your smile, you temple, the crinkle of your eye, really anywhere his lips could reach. "I love you, birdie. I don't want anyone else but you, ever, you hear me?"

You were tempted to apologise. Say sorry through tears at the way your brain had jumped to the worst case scenario despite knowing what your Eddie was like, despite knowing he was nothing like Billy. But you didn't, thoughts too hung up on the words he'd just let slip past his lips. Biting your lip between your teeth, you held back a wide smile, rocking on the balls of your feet as you stared dotingly up at Eddie. "You wanna marry me?"

It came out as a bashful murmur, but Eddie still heard it, laughing at your quick change in demeanour. "How could I not? You're my whole world, birdie."

He said it as if it was so simple; as though there was no other possible answer or rhyme or reason. And for Eddie, there wasn't.

Snaking your arms up and over his shoulder, you scratched at the hair at the nape of his neck, using one hand to cup his head and pull it closer to you. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you quickly escalated it; tangling your fingers in his locks and pulling, slipping your tongue in his mouth as he gasped and pressing yourself firmly against him. Pulling back breathless, you murmured praise against the blondes lips. "I missed you, Ed's."

"I know you did, birdie." Eddie pulled you in for another messy kiss; a sudden clash of skin and teeth and tongue. "What you say we start making up for lost time?"

"I'd want nothing more." With that you let him push you back towards his bed, blindly trusting his direction as you let yourself get lost in the feel of him for the first time in months, reassured that your Eddie would never treat you how Billy had Camila - not in this lifetime, nor the next.

[rainydayhogwartsimagines]

Fred with a Muggle!reader:

Warnings: swearing, sexual innuendos

He met you after the battle of Hogwarts.

He needed something from Charlie and Charlie wanted to meet in a muggle bar

"I can't get over the fact that you frequent a bar. With a muggle running it. And she knows you're a wizard." Fred admitted.

"I'm not the only one that frequents here, a lot of ministry members come here too." Charlie shrugged.

Fred had heard a lot about you, Charlie saying you often listened to people's problems, occasionally giving them free drinks if they've had a lousy day.

He'd never actually seen you. Charlie was always shit with descriptions

That's when a glass was put in front of Charlie and Fred looked over

Your hair was in a ponytail, a dishrag over your shoulder and a black cami that seemed to make your eyes pop.

"The usual?" You asked Charlie.

"Thanks dear." He nodded as you poured a glass.

"And you?" You asked Fred.

The second your eyes met his you felt something similar to a shockwave go down your spine.

"....Uh.... I'm... Not much of... A drinker.." Fred said making Charlie raise a brow.

"We have different sodas. If you want any of that." You said.

"... Root beer." He finally said making you nod.

From that point on, Fred showed up every Wednesday, it being the most empty so he could talk to you in peace.

"Hi Weasley." You said not even looking up from the book you were reading.

He sat at the bar.

"interesting story?" He asked.

You lifted the book so he could see it's title "Fantastic Beasts and where to find them"

He rose a brow. "How'd you get your hands on a wizard book?" He asked.

"It had a muggle release. I bought it after finding out it was real." You admitted.

Fred chuckled. "Curious about the wizarding world?" Fred asked.

"how can I not be? This world I live in... It's boring." You said.

"Surely it's not that bad." Fred said.

"Oh but it is. See I'm supposed to be a productive member of society. This isn't considered that apparently." You said.

"screw society." He shrugged.

"I think I'm beginning to really like you Weasley." You said with a smile.

He gave you a smile and your heart pounded.

Since then Fred basically visited you every day now.

He'd watch you work if you were too busy but on the empty days you'd sit at the bar with him.

Today was an empty day, much to Fred's luck.

"Hello there." You greeted.

"Helllooo" he said sitting down.

You sat next to him, a look of obvious exhaustion falling over your face the second you made contact with the chair.

"long day?" Fred asked.

"Long. Long. LONG. Day." You sighed.

"the ministry men just kept coming in. And that's not a problem. The problem is they all order the same damn drinks and I'm always on my feet" you groaned.

"prop your legs up on me, I really don't care." Fred suggested. You did, moving the chair closer.

"I have a question." Fred said.

"I have an answer." You replied.

"Do you own this bar?" He asked.

You nodded. "Used to be my brother's." You said.

"What happened?" Fred asked.

"...There's a reason why I'm allowed near magic." You said.

It registered with Fred what you meant.

"Your brother's a wizard?" He asked.

"He was." You said.

Fred frowned.

"He died in the battle for hogwarts." You said softly.

Fred realized your last name... Your brother saved his life.

"Sorry... Was Charles L/n your brother?" Fred asked.

You nodded.

"Your brother saved me." Fred said.

You blinked.

"You... You're the wizard he...."

You swallowed looking in Fred's eyes.

"Fred.... Thank you." You said.

"For what?" He asked.

"For not letting my brother's sacrifice be in vain. Charlie tells me how much you've helped people after the war... I'm glad you're living your life." You said sincerely.

He almost expected anger from you. But instead you were grateful.

He looked in your eyes and you looked in his.

Fred finally got the nerve to kiss you.

You looked forward to seeing him every day now, always smiling as he entered

He'd kiss you from across the bar making you smile as you worked.

One day you decided to close early though and Fred wanted you to actually see the wizarding world.

So he took you to the burrow to meet his parents for the weekend.

You were nervous the entire time but he kept reassuring you that Molly would fucking love you

Spoiler alert: she did.

Harry didn't seem to mind you either, you shaking his hand.

It felt nice for him to meet someone and not have them go "OH MY GOD YOU'RE THE BOY WHO LIVED!"

"So what do you do for a living?" Arthur asked.

"I uhm. I own a pub." You admitted.

"So that's where Fred has been running off to." George chuckled.

Percy walked in and you rose a brow.

"....Wait you're their brother!?" You said.

Percy gave you a "Don't you say a word" look but George blinked.

"How do you know Percy?" Fred asked.

"He comes to the pub every now and again." You admitted making him facepalm.

Fred and George gaped.

"Our brother. In a bar? Have you no shame Percy?" George said.

"Fred's girlfriend owns that bar, which he goes to everyday, and I'm the spectacle here?" Percy asked.

"Yeah because you have a constant stick shoved up your--"

"OKAY GINNY!" Percy cut her off making you laugh.

Fred wrapped his arm around you with a smile.

You ended up really enjoying your time there, answering questions Arthur had about muggle objects.

You went to bed early your first night there Molly sitting down with Fred

"We love her." Molly said.

"Really?" Fred asked.

"She's amazing Fred. Truly." Arthur agreed.

Fred felt relieved hearing this.

He showed you all sorts of things in the wizarding world

Your personal favorite was butterbeer.

When you had to return back to the muggle world you were kind of disappointed.

But you started making weekend trips to the Burrow a regular thing.

There was this one night you were really busy though.

This time the Weasley's came to you.

"What are you all doing here?" You asked.

"Y/n, I need an ale!" Someone yelled making you groan.

"Give me a table." Fred said. Him helping out wasn't uncommon.

"Five." You said, handing him a notepad

The family watched you two in action, both of you working around each other in impressive yet strategic ways.

"Can we help?" Ginny asked.

You whipped around and nodded.

"If you come across any empty glasses, clean them." You said. Molly and Arthur sat watching their children all assist you.

"Shit!" You grumbled as the jukebox glitched again.

"Repairio." Hermione said making it work.

"You are a godsend Granger. Truly." You said with a laugh as you sped past her.

Your balance skills with treys of alcohol was honestly impressive

Along with Fred and George's speedy order taking.

Before you knew it the bar was empty.

You finally turned off the open sign and hugged Fred.

"Thank. God." You whined.

He chuckled and Ron gaped.

"This is what you do? All day? No magic?" Ron asked.

You nodded.

"Goddess. Your girlfriend is a goddess." Ron said making you snort.

Fred kissed your head and you sighed pulling off the apron.

"Alright. Tell me we're going home, I am exhausted and looking forward to Molly's cooking." You said making Fred's brow raise.

"Did you just call... The burrow home?" George noticed.

"...I guess I did." You shrugged.

Fred already was forming wedding plans in his head.

George, Fred and you all rode separately from the rest of the group.

"Alright. Be real with me. How many times have you shagged on the bar?" George asked making you choke on air.

"Christ George!" Fred gaped.

"I'm just saying, it's right there!" George said.

"....Like three times, but that is besides the point!" You answered.

"I knew it!" George said.

"and how, pray tell did you know that?" Fred asked.

"One of your shirts were behind the bar." George said making both of you groan.

Fred didn't mind helping you out during the busy days.

A secret passage to the wizarding world being right next to it didn't hurt either.

Fred and you now had been seeing each other for about a year.

The Christmas season was a nice one, spending it with his family

Molly made you a sweater, which during the winter never came off.

Fred however was gearing up to ask you to marry him.

You already moved in with him after your six month anniversary.

Now he was fidgeting with a ring in his pocket as you worked.

"So this would go... Here." You muttered to yourself.

Fred just had to find the right time.

"Fuck, why is the scotch missing a cap?!" You groaned.

When it was just you and him.

The bell on the door rang, indicating the last customer left and Fred used a quick spell to shut off the open sign.

"thanks." You sighed as you found the missing Scotch cap.

"Hey. Why don't you take a break?" Fred suggested.

When was the right time to even ask you?

You nodded and sat next to him.

"What's in your pocket?" You asked noticing him keeping rather close to it.

Well. Now was the perfect time!

Fred swallowed and leaned forward taking your hands into his.

"I love you." He said.

"I love you too. Are you dying or something?" You asked concerned.

"what? No-- no." He shook his head.

"I love you so much and I want to make you happy for the rest of our lives." He said making you raise a brow.

"What--"

He pulled out the ring and your eyes went huge, looking at him and then the ring.

"Fred..." You breathed.

"Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" He asked.

You looked at him almost the exact same way you did a year ago, the same shocked and vulnerable expression on your face as you held his hands.

"...Yes Fred!" You said before he slid the ring on your finger and kissed you.

He called his brothers-- all of them, telling them with no context to get their asses to the burrow.

They all did, now standing confused in the living room.

"Why are we here fred?" Bill asked, Fleur equally confused.

"I'm waiting on mum." Fred said as she finally walked down with Arthur.

"What's going on?" Ginny asked.

"I asked Y/n to marry me." Fred said.

"and I said yes." You said making everyone gasp.

Molly was a happy crying mess, hugging you saying she gained a new daughter.

Harry was happy that you weren't going anywhere along with Ron and Hermione.

Charlie was cracking a massive smile.

"This happened because of you Charlie." You said with a laugh.

"Finally! She gives me credit!" Charlie said making you laugh.

"welcome to the family Y/n." Arthur said with a smile.

A few months later you were married, the bar eventually making it's way into diagon Alley

You closed down the original location but made the second one equally comfortable.

Every night without fail, Fred would find his way to a seat at the bar and would watch you work.

Harry would occasionally visit with Ginny, you two being the first to know about their engagement.

"I've got the coolest in laws ever!" You'd say making Fred chuckle.

You would have days where the family would sit around after closing, telling you stories of hogwarts before the war as you sat in a chair with Fred, him holding you in his arms with a smile.

You wouldn't trade any of this for the world. Because this is where you belonged.

This was your home.

[kris-p-banana-bread]

Here DOAFP fandom, have some organic, locally-sourced, home-grown pain. This is basically just me, a scarred older sibling, projecting on Bobby, another scarred older sibling. I really reached into my post-loss psyche for this, so I hope you enjoy the headcanons and meta (AKA I hope you shed at least one tear).

It won’t let me link it here so the post that inspired this is under the read more at the bottom ✨

- When I first watched doafp, I couldn't understand Elena's aversion to Sam becoming a prominent figure in her mom's and her life. Now I understand it almost too perfectly. There was never supposed to be someone after Robert. He and Gabi were deeply in love and happy. Robert was it; he was the first and true love of Gabi's life. Sam showing up probably felt like a huge and utterly disrespectful slap in the face of Robert's memory, because he wasn't even supposed to be there. I don't know if that's as eloquent as I wish it was, or if it makes sense, and it probably sounds really mean to Sam, but it's not even really about him. It was always supposed to be Robert; Sam hasn’t earned the right to be apart of or associated with her family

- After Robert dies, Gabi and Bobby make it a habit to find and keep photos and recordings/videos of Robert, even if the latter only has him saying one sentence. They won't make Elena join them for the search, but after they find some of those old audios of Robert, they'll sometimes play them back for little Elena

- Bobby put up the keep out sign (I credit this to a few other blogs for discussing this tho) because that's where he would cry sometimes. He actually used to be pretty close with Elena, but after he put up that sign and started distancing himself from them a bit so they wouldn't see the times he cracked, he got a little more short and jaded with her. It's that, plus just growing into a teenager and stuff. And I'm not saying that he and Elena have a bad relationship, but he's become more snappy and has more walls up than he used to

- Sometimes Elena feels bad because she doesn't always remember her dad's voice. She was pretty young when he died, so even though she recalls it a bit, and the recordings help, it's been a while since she's talked to him in person, so of course she doesn't quite remember what it's like to actually talk to Robert and she's forgotten some of his mannerisms. She likes to think she's all done (she marked the stages down in her grief journal after all) but grief isn't linear or all that rational, so it hits her hard sometimes

- I keep reading as an action close to my heart because that's a strong bond me and my mom shared. She would rec books to me, and we would joke and talk about them, or she would hint to some future event and then refuse to tell me until I caught up to that part. So Elena and Bobby do something similar in their grief. Elena has writing and words, because that's something Robert loved if I remember correctly (but if I’m not and that’s not canon, then I now declare it so) and Bobby has tennis. But besides tennis (I sent a couple anons to @freshlybakedfandoms about it but I'm not sure where she went) Bobby also was taught to play guitar by Robert (I liken it to Devi Vishwakumar and her harp) so when he misses his dad or is just sad, he'll take out his dad's old acoustic and strum

- (This next one is something I also think a lot about so this is pretty much 98% projection) Bobby thinks sometimes about the fact that he was never able to come out to his dad. He hadn't really started growing into that part of himself yet, and he never got to show it to his father. He wonders what he would have thought of him. Would he be angry? Would he dismiss him and say it was just a phase? Bobby didn't think so, but a little part of him insisted that you could never be too sure. After he comes out, Gabi and Cami assure him that Robert would've been so proud of him and would've loved him regardless (Since we know virtually nothing about him, I maintain that Robert was one of those dads who teases their kid relentlessly about their crushes and I think he would've done that with Bobby and eventually Elena)

- When Elena's quince rolls around (if she chooses to have one of course), Sam dances with her during the father-daughter dance. A part of her still hurts, still aches and wishes that Robert were dancing with her too; still knows on some fundamental level that he and Gabi had planned for this day, but he had simply never made it. But she's known Sam long enough that she feels comfortable here. Nobody can replace Robert, but Sam is her family, and it feels right like this.

- I might do some more research and deliberate, but for the moment I'm saying that Robert had cancer, I’m thinking along the lines of colon. My mom was terminal, but idk if I should make Robert terminal? Maybe towards the end. Or maybe he was diagnosed as incurable early on but Gabi kept it from the kids because, tbh, being told your parent is balancing on that kind of edge is traumatic for them. So anyways, I’m going on that assumption for this last point, and I’ll see if I can recover some of my old knowledge and talk about technical stuff later if anybody would like to hear it

- Elena and Bobby were both pretty young. Bobby understood about PET scans and tests somewhat, and knew generally what different answers from doctors meant. Elena mainly just understood what was happening by reading her parents' and brother's expressions when getting lab results in from the doctor. They both remember on some level what it was like when Gabi would leave the kids with Cami and take Robert out to the car (later she would have to help him) and they would all feel like they were holding their breath until they got back and confirmed that everything was ok (and later, the little shocks of fear when the answers were no longer as positive and there was more apprehension and risks. After all, cancer doesn’t deal in absolutes)

- Bobby can still remember Robert when he had to stop walking around a lot. He still remembers the phone call that Cami got from his mom, saying that something had gone wrong, and if this last treatment didn’t work, he wouldn’t have much time before he passed. Still remembers Cami rushing into a room when she got that call, and trying to hide what was happening until Gabi could get home and explain it; but Bobby was a sharp kid believe it or not. He heard about the treatment, heard Cami crying. He still had hope... but when Robert came home in a gurney, when he could barely stay awake sometimes, when his voice was quiet and his skin was a little jaundiced, Bobby felt incredibly empty. But Robert always had a smile for his wife and his beautiful kids, even if it was small and very tired, his eyes still crinkled the same. He always had a smile; right up until they had to say goodnight and get some sleep one night. And then... he passed.

- After he passed, the Cañero-Reeds needed help, and a lot of Gabi’s coworkers would bring food or materials if they were running low. Cami and Danielle would babysit and would distract the kids when Gabi needed a good cry.

- Like you’d imagine, and because of what is sort of implied in canon and in my own head, the kids dealt with it in different ways. Bobby put up that sign, and withdrew. He wasn’t awful, but his patience with certain people got a bit shorter and he was a bit quieter. And he was a really good helper when he had the energy and he cared deeply, but he would sometimes get physically and emotionally exhausted after helping Gabi/Elena/Cami/anybody else with something and would go into his room or mentally tap out to recharge. He took comfort in things that seemed natural and that he sometimes took for granted before, like video games and skateboarding (hehe bobby skateboards. Anybody second me on this?) and clothes etc... and other stuff. A lot of materialistic things or experiences that he would skip out on before. But they bring normalcy back to his life now so he loves them for that.

- Bobby doesn’t wanna think about big themes or anything anymore, which I can’t remember but I think it was Vi (freshlybakedfandoms, again, idk where she is and I hope she’s ok) who said he was a math and science person and I think that as much as that could transfer over to those subjects as well, it’s much harder to avoid existential and emotional themes in English and History class and Bobby doesn’t like it as much as Elena does for that reason. He had to live with the back and forth of his dad’s treatments and tests, so math and science is comforting because it’s more concrete (There could be a million arguments for why he would distrust math and science because of his dad’s passing though, I realize) Ultimately, though, it reminds him of Robert too much.

- On the other hand, after a period of shock and confusion, Elena threw herself into new things. First it was a grief journal, to make sure she was going through the motions. Then she read a lot, and when she felt too alone or like she wasn’t doing enough, like she was stagnant, she’d just find something to focus and persevere on again. That feels like her personality type to me; something is wrong so let’s fix it right away. But that could also transfer sort of negatively into “Something feels off or I’m very sad, let’s get this thing done and be productive so we can put off having to confront that but at least we get work out of it” but I could be entirely wrong (this is based off some of my family members and how they dealt with the loss.) And Elena throws herself into history and english because her dad loved it, and she wants to remember more of him. Because she believes words have power and history is a lesson and that’s incredibly interesting for her

[leossmoonn]

Cheating on You [Klaus Mikealson]

masterlist

pairing - klaus mikealson x fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

note - hey, guys! if youve seen and read my masterlist, then you know i have done a few of these lyric type of imagines and i love em! this is based on ‘cheating on you’ by charlie puth. enjoy!

summary - klaus is heartbroken and is recalling memories of you two. you two meet again at a mall and he hopes youll give him a second chance.

warnings - language 

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*gif isnt mine*

It started with a kiss

On your momma's couch

2012 was nothing serious

Klaus Mikealson was heartbroken. So heartbroken, in fact, that he had paused his plans from being the king of New Orleans because he had lost his queen.

Her name was Y/n L/n. She wasn’t new to New Orleans, and definitely was not new to the world Klaus had lived in. She was a vampire. 150 years old to be exact. Klaus never understood why they didn’t meet sooner, but he was glad they’d met at all.

Y/n was a fiery, gorgeous girl that Klaus couldn’t help but love at the first sight.

You and him met at the bar. He called you pretty and asked to by you a drink, and you accepted. After that, you two had ended up in your parent’s house, on the couch. Your parents were dead, of course, but you decided to live in the house anyways. It was there, available, and already paid for.

That night, Klaus and you slept together. Both being drunk and finding each other hot, you just went at it. The next morning, you found him gone. You were sad and wished he had stayed to at least give you his number. After that day, you hadn’t seen him for another week until your friend, Hayley, brought you to the Mikealson’s house because you wanted to help. Little did you know, it was Klaus’s house.

And then we caught the feels

It got really real

Too good to be true

I guess I thought you was, yeah

The same day you met formally, Klaus had asked you on a date. You were absolutely overjoyed. You didn’t know when or where you would see him again after this, so of course you took the offer.

You two didn’t realize until you started dating that you two would be the most feared and adored couple in New Orleans. Klaus, wanting to be king and rule, and you, his queen and second command. You were ready to fight with him whenever he needed.

Your relationship was amazing. The dates, the late nights, fighting together, the sex. You never thought you would ever experience these deep feelings for someone. After all this time of just pure living, you were happy and sure that you had found your soulmate. Klaus thought the exact same thing, too. He loved you with all his might, and would never ever dare to let you go.

Why did I run away, run away, run away?

Oh, your love was everything, everything, everything

I know it's gettin' late, gettin' late, gettin' late

But can I still be on my way, on my way? Yeah

After three faithful years, though, something happened. Something you never thought would. Klaus had cheated on you with this girl named Camille O’ Connell. Your best friend, Hayley, told you after walking in on them. Furious as ever and ready to run to tell you.

That night, Klaus had tried to get you back, but it never worked.

“Y/n, please!” Klaus exclaimed, running after you. You ran out of the house, sobbing.

Klaus had put his hand on your wrist, pulling you back to face him.

“What, Klaus!” You shouted. He looked at you. For once, the big bad hybrid was scared. No, not scared; terrified.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. We were drunk, I didn’t mean for it to happen,” Klaus tried to explain himself.

You shook your head, yanking your wrist out from his hand. “You aren’t drunk. You are perfectly sober. Don’t try to lie to me, Klaus Mikealson.”

Klaus looked at you, broken. He didn’t know what to do. He was completely helpless.

“I’m sorry, love. I just... she seduced me!”

“You know how many guys have tried to seduce me?” You asked. “A lot. But you know what, I never said yes. I never even thought of saying yes. And you want to know why? Because... I-I love-loved you,” you screamed, your voice cracking. It hurt you to tell him that you didn’t love him anymore, but you were dealing with this. You had been cheated on before and you knew now not to take anyone’s shit.

“Y-you don’t love me anymore?” Klaus asked. You could see the tears pool in his eyes. It broke your heart to see him hurt, but he did this. He did this to himself.

“No,” you stated. You turned to walk away, but Klaus appeared in front of you.

“Please don’t go. I can make it better. I’ll vow to you that I’ll never sleep with anyone but you. I-”

You laughed, not believing him right now. “For fucksake, Niklaus! You should’ve vowed that in the beginning of this relationship!”

“I.. I did,” he said, getting quieter.

“You... You know, I loved you. I thought you were my soulmate. I thought that we were going to rule New Orleans together,” you cried.

Klaus watched you break down. He wanted to reach out and hold you, kiss your head and tell you everything was going to be okay, but he restrained himself. He knew you would just yell at him more and pull away.

“I was so ready to drop everything for you. For your stupid fucking plan! Did you know that? Huh? I really was ready to commit to whatever you wanted. But again, you are just so selfish-”

This time, he cut you off, angry.

“Don’t disrespect me that way, little vampire.”

You shushed him. “No. No, you don’t deserve my respect. Not anymore. You are just a selfish person, Niklaus. And I don’t want to see you ever, ever again,” you spat.

You then walked away, and Klaus let you. Tears streamed down his face, not believing what just happened. He heard voices and noticed his sister, Rebekah, and older brother, Elijah, watching and gossiping. Klaus was too tired and sad to even yell at then. He just stared at the spot you once stood, knowing he had just made the biggest mistake in his life.

After that night, he had made his way to his room. Sobbing. He didn’t come out for months. His siblings had to slip in blood bags and regular food occasionally. They tried to talk to him, to get him to come out. But he never answered.

One day, though, six months later, he came out. His hair and beard were long. He looked ready to kill. Elijah had tried to make sense to him, but the heartbreak was still there. He was tired of sitting in his bed, looking at pictures of you, so he did the next best thing: he went out to kill.

I know I said, "Goodbye, " and, baby, you said it too

But when I touch her, I feel like I'm cheating on you

I thought that I'd be better when I found someone new

But when I touch her, I feel like I'm cheating on you

A week after he came out, he had already slept and ate more than half of the city. He hadn’t turned his humanity off, actually. He just felt nothing and proceeded to do nothing to fix it.

You were still in his mind. Every day he woke up, he still expected you to be there. Curled up next to him, sleeping peacefully. Every time he would plan something, he was used to you being by his side. Arguing with him, agreeing, and kissing him when your guy’s plan was perfect and ready to launch. Every night, he would look at his bed, imagining you there. Reading a book or sitting on the bed in lingerie, waiting to be given one of the best nights of your life. But sadly, it was just in his head. You weren’t there, you never would be again.

Even when he slept with someone you were in his mind. Every time he would touch another woman, kiss her, he felt the same guilt he felt when you found out he was sleeping with Cami. He still slept with them though. It turned out you were right. He realized he was selfish and only cared about himself. Oh, how he wished he could change the past.

He never thought he would see you again, but low and behold, he did. You were at the mall with Hayley, shopping for clothes for Hope, Hayley and Klaus’s child.

Funnily enough, you weren’t bothered by the fact Klaus had slept with Hayley. It was before you got together and you didn’t want to admit it, but they produced a beautiful baby girl.

Klaus had spotted you across the store, his heart stopping. You looked happy. Very happy. It made his blood boil, but he knew it wasn’t fair to get mad. You two had said your goodbyes, there was no reason to get mad anymore.

Baby, now, oh, cheating on you

Baby, now

But when I touch her, I feel like I'm cheating on you

While shopping, Hayley had noticed Klaus. You saw her looking at something and saw it was him. Your heart stopped as well. You thought you were over him, but turns out, you thought he was just as handsome as he was before. He looked twice as good as before. And your heart hurt three times more than it ever did. You still loved him, despite you saying you didn’t and telling yourself you didn’t. You knew deep down that the love as intense as you had felt for Klaus would never go away. No matter how much time passed, it would never go away.

“I’m going to talk to him,” you decided. Hayley looked at you, shocked.

“What? Why? We hate him, remember,” Hayley said.

“I know, but, I just want to talk to him,” you shrugged and gave the clothes you had in your hands to Hayley. You ran off before she could convince you not to.

You wanted to give him another chance. You knew that you would never find a love as great as your’s and Klaus’s, so you wanted to try again. You knew you were going against your own morals, but Klaus was something else. You also knew that over the year and a half, you had worked on yourself. Your body and your mind. You knew that you were worth something. You were capable of being loved. And if he didn’t want you, then it was his loss.

You walked up to him, trying to seem confident. He smirked, noticing your efforts.

“Hello, love,” he said.

“Hi, Klaus,” you sighed.

He looked over you. You were still as gorgeous as ever.

“How are you?” He asked. “Good, and you?” You asked.

“Splendid. What have you been up to?”

“Nothing much,” you shrugged. You asked him the same question in return.

“Same old. Sleeping with women, binge drinking, plotting to take over the city and world,” he smirked.

Your face fell when he said the first thing. You grimaced at him. “You haven’t changed a bit Klaus. You know, I came over here, wanting to give you a chance.”

You went to walk away, but Klaus put his hand on your shoulder. Butterflies irrupted in your stomach, making your legs go weak.

Instead of walking away, you turned around. You were wondering what he was going to say.

“Y/n, look, I’m sorry,” he started. “I am terribly sorry for what I did to you. I have realized now that you are the only woman I love. You will always be the only woman I truly love. I have no explanation for my past behavior other than I am a fucking moron. I lost you and I don’t want to again. And I would love it if you gave me another chance. Whatever it takes, please give me another chance. I’ll change, I promise,” he poured out.

You looked into his eyes, knowing it was the truth. You sighed and put your hand on his bicep.

“You don’t have to change totally. I just want to know that you will work for my trust again. You have to earn it now,” you said.

Klaus smiled, “I will. I promise. You will see me change. You have my word.”

“Good,” you said, knowing he was truthful. “But before we sleep together again, get tested.”

Klaus blushed, “I will, don’t worry. And sleeping with all those women made it feel like I was cheating on you. I never want to make you feel that way again. And I sure as hell don’t want to feel that guilt again. So, let me take you to dinner tonight. Anywhere you want, anytime.”

You smiled and nodded. “Deal. How about tonight at 8 we can go where we met first.”

He nodded excitedly. For the first time, he felt hopeful.

“Remember, if you cheat on me again, I will make sure your ass ends up in a coffin forever,” you half-teased.

“Don’t worry, Y/n. I promise you I won’t. Like I said, you have my word,” he said, scooting closer to you. “I love you, Y/n L/n.”

You leaned in and said, “I love you, too, Niklaus Mikealson.”

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Next up is Topaz and Hody! I did them next because 1) They’re the big thing now and 2) I want to get my Mewni redesigns outta the way before the rest. They were pretty fun, and the first example of my rewrites! Sometimes when I redesign a character, I’ll rewrite them to fit the change. It’ll be minor or major changes; basically my spin on them. I’ll explain everything below, but here’s the final if you wanna skip!

I’ll start with the designs first, then my rewrites:

For Hody, I wanted him to resemble Larry more. I went with his canon design instead of the redesign, since I liked it more (gives me big himbo vibes).

So Hody has his eyes and hair/fin style, but Camie’s eye color. I simplified the outfit so it’s easier to draw: the red sash just goes around his waist, but above his tail. I covered up his chest, kept the gold and red gems, and made his arm armor shorter. I went with the colors that harchibudytgorichi used, cause I love how muted they are! Also, he’s wearing a skirt now! I’ll explain that later.

Topaz’s first change was her hairstyle. No real reason, but I thought her hair being half shaved would look cool! To compensate I made her hair longer, so she’s still a warrior. I gave her Cole’s nose and eyes, so she’s even more aligned with him. But now she has Phyrus’ colors to equalize. She also has pudge! I remember when someone asked if older Topaz could have pudge, and I thought it was a missed opportunity. Alot of her outfit is based on Cole’s (with some Braze too). She has shoulder armor with spikes, a gem placement like Cole, and pants with fur boots. I tried to make her more “battle ready”, with the utility belt and more coverage. No tiara, but her earrings are a hint to her status.

Now onto the good stuff Let’s start off with Hody! Instead of being jerky and prejudice, he’s dumb but has a big heart. Major Himbo vibes. Like Maria he wants to help the Waterfolk kingdom, but can’t retain a lot of knowledge (Diplomacy, Trading, etc). So he fights as a warrior to support them. Hody was a bigger deal until Astro came along, but his strength is acknowledged. He’s still protective of Maria; he can’t accept his sister growing up and surpassing him. To him, she’ll always be his baby sis. It’s also why he’s hesitant towards Astro; why would she need to date??? He does respect him right off though. Eventually he realizes Maria’s grown now, and that won’t change their relationship. After this, Hody treats Astro as part of their family. They also spar on occasion. He’s way more accepting of monsters since he’s too dumb/kindhearted to realize. He hangs with the Johansson brothers but the dynamic is different, I’ll explain later. Hody also loves wearing skirts and dresses; his fashion style leans towards Billy Porter. I...just thought it’d be neat. He was supposed to be the heir, but after meeting a fire-headed warrior that might change… In this version, Topaz is more aggressive and tactical. She never goes in without a plan or escape route, especially in fights. After a horrible “relationship” with her controlling dead ex, Topaz left her tribe to get some space and explore the surface (Cole’s idea). Nobody knew about their relationship, but once they did they were not happy. Her relationship with Scorch went on for too long. It made her feel weak and scared. Which she hates. So Topaz pushes those feelings down and fights to cope. She also doesn’t like unfamiliar people touching her...something Hody (a person who hugs everyone) learns that very quickly. She loves her dad and thinks highly of him. She often stands up for him and his ideals, wanting to help the tribe be more intellectual. Topaz doesn’t read a lot, but books about war and strategy are her favorite. She misses her mom, but doesn’t talk about it (yet). She finds her escort flighty, and wants to teach him to think smarter. Once they travel together, they’ll definitely get closer and help the other with their issues. For Topaz it’ll be her mother, her last relationship/fear of intimacy, and getting close to people. Hody’s will be his feelings about his sister, his place in the Waterfolk kingdom, and his relationship with the Johanssons (which he’ll also learn to put himself first instead of others, but I’ll explain in the next paragraph). I’d compare them to Jess and Lake from Infinity Train. I think they’d both slowly realize they have feelings for each other, and soon start dating. Because of Topaz’s previous relationship, she’s hesitant about doing “heavier” stuff early on. But Hody understands. At some point Hody gives his heirship to Maria; around that time they’d either get married or engaged, and travel around Mewni. They do have kids (maybe 2-3 because this Topaz hates pregnancy idk) and just chill as parents. Now onto the Johnasons!

Hody hangs with the Johnasons, but in their eyes he’s on thin ice. Because of Hody being pro-monster, there’s slight tension between them that Hody side steps. He thinks befriending them will change their minds about monsters, and accept them more. When Topaz comes in, things become shaky. Hody tries to keep the peace but Tor, Twister, and Gale aren’t having it. However, Topaz convinces Hody he needs to look out for his own well being/mental health, and that sometimes you can’t change someone by being their friend (Also conflicting ideals can break a friendship, maybe for the better). After Hody confronts them, Tor puts his hands on Topaz and they both beat them up (Topaz more than Hody, but ehhh semantics. Idk if Twister and Gale would get involved but 🤷🏿‍♀️). Afterwards, Gus comes by and apologizes to Hody. He wasn’t actively prejudiced but complacent and, while not as bad, has its own issues. He asks if they can still be friends, which Hody readily accepts. Topaz is suspicious, but they eventually warm up as a trio (This would also progress Gus’s development, like the 2nd or 3rd step).

...This was a long way of saying I like Grumpy Girl/Soft Boy better than the og dynamic but I’m done! Next one will come out whenever, here’s their full body!

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

One DynaMight Gal

One DynaMight Gal by fiveweenies

"Katsuki turns around and starts bolting to the south side of the street, as he hears faint sounds of a battle approaching, he feels his body stop on instinct after hearing a much quieter noise that has swiftly muted everything else around him.

It's a baby, and they're crying.

His body is moving before he even knows it to where the poor child is all alone. He doesn't even have time to call the fire department when he finds himself throwing blocks of a collapsed rec center. He steps over a burnt children's book and he can't stop his heart from aching.

Katsuki pushes the last of the cement over when he finally finds her. She has light blonde hair, vaguely similar to his own, with big brown eyes."

or

Katsuki just broke the top 10 Pro Heroes and his life should be great, but after a mission gone wrong, the weight of his trauma is finally starting to crush him. But before he hits rock bottom, he saves a baby girl who has no family to her name and from the moment he held her, he knew he was never gonna let her go.

(The Bakugou single dad AU I couldn't get out of my head where they both end up saving each other exactly when they needed it)

Words: 2443, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako, Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki's Parents, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou, Class 1-A, Utsushimi Camie, Original Child Character(s), Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako

Additional Tags: Past Relationship(s), Friends to Lovers, Bakugou Katsuki-centric, Single Dad AU, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Mental Health Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Protective Bakugou Mitsuki, Post-Canon, Pro Hero Class 1-A, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Adoption, Post-Break Up, Panic Attacks

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31835713

[jamielea81]

When We Were Young

Chapter 2

Description: Leaving the only home your daughter had ever known wasn’t part of the grand plan. But then again, sometimes taking chances can change your whole life. And you should know that, you’ve been doing that since the start.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Angst. A curse word or two.

Word Count: 2,700

A/N: Thank you for the wonderful response to the first chapter! Hope you enjoy this added twist. As always, this is strictly for fun and I mean no harm. Please let me know your thoughts as I love to read them. Likes and reblogs give me life.

Catch up with Chapter One

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“I’m your..” Chris shook his head and looked at the assistant in the room and then at the photographer. “Jodes, I need a minute.”

Chris didn’t wait for a response, instead he slid his arm from around Ellie’s waist to grab her hand, pulling her to the far end of the room.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Ellington. Ellie for short,” she said, playing with her hair. “Look, I don’t want anything. Just wanted to see you in person,” she said softly, her nerves coming back to her.

“Why do you think I’m your father? You have to understand, this isn’t the first time someone has said those same words to me.”

Ellie bit her lip and nodded. “NYC Cryobank and Family Planning.”

“Fuck,” Chris swore softly, ducking his head. “How old are you are you anyway?”

“Fifteen.”

“It’s not possible,” Chris said shaking his head. “I was eighteen when I donated.” He licked his lips and patted his pocket for his phone.

“I’m pretty sure it doesn’t expire like milk,” she replied, Chris giving her a weak smile.

Ellie played with her fingers, not knowing what else to say. The whole speech she played over and over in her head was suddenly forgotten. Reaching into her jeans pocket, she pulled out a folded piece of notebook paper and stretched out her hand for him to take it.

“It’s my mom’s number. Figured it would be weird for you to call a minor.” Chris took it and shoved it into his back pocket. “Not that you have to call!” she added quickly. “I just wanted you to know that I exist. And we’re great. My mom and me, I mean. I’ve had a great life and wanted to see the person that made it possible for me to exist. Just don’t call tonight. She doesn’t know I’m here. If you decide to call, I mean.”

They looked at each other. Ellie trying to memorize his face. Chris trying to find himself in her eyes and smile.

“It was nice to meet you Ellie,” Chris said, a closed lip smile on his face, finality in his voice.

“Ye-yeah. You too,” she said, dropping her head and walking out the room. She wanted her mom and she wanted her now. This was a mistake and it was taking everything in her not to cry.

Ellie made it to the nearest restroom, walking past a line of girls that were washing their hands or fixing their makeup. She pushed into the stall at the end of the row, locked the door and sat down on the seat. She grabbed a large wad of toilet paper from the dispenser, flushed the toilet, and placed the paper over her mouth. The tears and her sobs started to flow. She hoped that both the sound of the toilet and the paper would muffle her cries.

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It had been three hours since you received the call from the academy about your daughter missing class. Three long hours of not knowing where she was. Not knowing if she were safe. Gwen had done her best to calm you down as she usually did, but your mind was still reeling. The troubling thing is there is nothing you could do but wait.

The house was mostly unpacked except for your books that were going to be placed in the small bookcase in the living room and your office which you had not utilized in the nearly three weeks that you lived in Belmont. You couldn’t really call it an office per se, it was nook off the formal dining room that wouldn’t be used. Ellie and you were plate on your lap on the couch or out on the deck kind of people. You had a dining room table, but it was mostly a place for Ellie to spread out her school assignments and for the occasional crafting you did.

With your books all unpacked, the dining room table dusted, and the office looking it bit more like an office, you collapsed on your couch. Feet up, blouse off save for your cami, you were done with this day. Once she got home and knew she was safe, you were going to bed. You’d have to dream up a punishment. Ellie hardly got in to trouble. She occasionally mouthed off like teenagers did, but this was uncharted territory for you.

You heard the door open and you were immediately on your feet, rushing down the stairs to the entry way. Her face was puffy and red and you knew immediately something was wrong.

“Mama…” she started, having a hard time catching her breath. “I’m…so…sorry.”

You wrapped your arms around her as she started to sob on your chest. “Shhh. I got you,” you said softly.

When she started to settle down you urged her to follow you up the stairs. “Why don’t you take a hot bath and I’ll get your jammies ready and then we’ll talk?” Ellie nodded her head slowly. “You can use my tub. I’ve got the good bath stuff anyway,” you said, sending her a wink.

“Thank you,” she said with teary eyes. “I love you.”

“Love you too baby.”

Whatever happened was big and you hoped she would be honest with you.

**

A frozen pizza was currently baking in the oven. Tonight, was not the night for a home cooked meal as you were still too worked up as was Ellie. You had changed into pajamas as well despite it only being six in the evening.

Ellie was sitting on one end of the couch with her body turned to face you, her knees pressed against her chest. You sat on the other end facing her, one leg tucked under the other.

“I haven’t been truthful with you,” she started. “About a year ago, I found some information out.”

“What kind of information, Ellie?” This was sounding way too ominous for your liking.

“Christian. You remember Christian?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

“From third and fourth grade soccer when you played on that co-ed team?”

She nodded her head. “Christian’s really good with a computer. I’m pretty sure he’ll be working for the FBI one day. He uh, he was able to do some digging for me.”

“What in the world would he need to dig up for you?”

“He was looking into the donation center you used. I asked him to try to find out information about the donor you picked.”

“Ellington Rae,” you breathed out.

“I’m sorry mom. I just really wanted to know.” Her eyes started to well up with tears again.

You nodded your head and gestured with your hand for her to continue.

“Well, he found your case number and was able to find the donor number. He eventually found the name assigned to the donor number.”

You let out a slow breath, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I went to see him today. He lives here in Boston. At least he does most of the time.”

“Ellie!” you shouted. “That’s not only dangerous but an evasion of privacy. We don’t know this person. He could be a bad guy. He could have a family of his own now.”

She was full on crying again and your heart was stuck between being angry and wanting to soothe your child. Of course, you pulled her to you, wrapping her in a hug again.

She pulled back, letting her hands fall into your lap. You grabbed on to both of her with yours.

“Are you okay?” You shook your head. “Of course, you’re not.”

“There’s something else,” she said.

“Do I wanna know?”

She licked her lips. “He’s Chris Evans. The actor.”

Well, shit.

“I don’t even know what to say to that.”

“I just wanted to see him mom. Not on the movie screen or in pictures online. I just had to see his face in person. Just once. I wanted to see if he smiled like me. Or see if his eyebrows shoot up like mine do when I laugh.”

You nodded your head numbly. Even though you barely talked to your own father, you understood the need to know.

“That’s where I went today. There’s a comic convention downtown and he was appearing today. I bought a ticket to get my picture taken with him. He’s only there today, so that’s why I skipped school.”

You released her hands, standing to your feet, and started to pace. “Was this whole move a lie Ellie? Are we here so you could meet this man?”

She covered her face with her hands but didn’t answer.

“Did we only move to Boston so you could meet your biological father?” you asked sternly.

“S’not the only reason. I’m so sorry mom. I wanted us to move here for Harvard, but I could have found another engineering high school closer to home.”

You shook your head. It was your turn to cry. The two of you had a very honest relationship and made decisions together. The trust was broken and you weren’t sure if it could be repaired anytime soon.

The closeness you and Ellie shared is why she knew from the time she was eight years old that she didn’t have a dad like other kids did. You were open and honest with her about the decision you made at twenty one. The two of you have talked about it several times through the years.

When she was twelve, she questioned whether you had gotten pregnant to escape your parents. You explained to her that wasn’t the reason. You had wanted to be mom. Had known that’s what you wanted more than anything.

You weren’t in a serious relationship and didn’t want a random hook up to father your child. You had friends you could have asked, but thought that would complicate things as those friends settled down with spouses of their own. You had just graduated from college and were spending four additional months in New York before your lease ran out. Your parents had expected you to come home to Kentucky and you had planned on doing so. You had money, more than enough. Not only did your parents send you a more than generous allowance every month for four years, you also had a large sum of money your grandma Ellie had left you that became yours when you turned twenty one. Her only request was to do something for you with it.

Researching and planning was what you were good at. Apparently, those skills came in handy when finding a donation and family planning center. Two consultations and an appointment later, you had a positive pregnancy test sitting on your bathroom vanity. After two months, you called your mother to tell her. To say that conversation went poorly was an understatement. You were throwing your life away according to her. She didn’t know Ellie was the result of a sperm donor. To this day, only Ellie and couple of close friends knew. Your mother and father figured you had been with a deadbeat guy who chose not to stick around. You were essentially told not to come home.

New York City wasn’t a place you wanted to raise a child. You had loved the city all through college, but rent was expensive and buying would be out of the question. You wanted some place that had that small-town feel. Somewhere a little quieter. When your classmate Peter offered you a place to stay in his home-town of Wilmington, you took him up on the offer. Living with Peter and his brother Caleb was a bit of a change for you. You often found yourself cleaning up after the two of them. It didn’t last long as you found employment with an employer that wasn’t discouraged by your six-month pregnant belly. You found a two-bedroom apartment shortly after, decorating the nursery in neutral colors because you wanted to be surprised.

Ellington Rae Y/L/N was born in the early hours of April sixth. Named affectionately after your grandmother. Your favorite person in the world, second now that you had your little Ellie. She came out screaming and never stopped. She was a fussy baby and you found yourself in tears almost as much as she were. But she was your everything and still is. Your parents came to visit when she was three months old. They visited yearly, often bringing gifts that a child did not need nor want. When she turned five, they sent money once a year for her birthday. The money went into an account for Ellie’s schooling and when she expressed dreams of Harvard, you were glad you did.

When she was three years old, you moved out of that small two-bedroom apartment into your bungalow near the beach and that’s where the two of you stayed. Friends became family and you were both happy. But now everything seemed to be a mess.

“It’s going to take time, Ellie. My trust has been broken but I’m mostly hurt that you couldn’t come to me about this. We should have talked about this. We could have come up with a plan together.”

You sit back down on the couch and pull her back to you. She’s still your baby even though she’s as tall as you.

“You’re right and I’m sorry. It was a mistake,” she said, shaking her head. “I gave him your number. You know. In case he wanted to call. Wanted to know me.”

She sounds so damn broken and you’re feeling broken over it.

“Okay, baby. If he calls, we’ll take it one step at a time. But if he doesn’t, it’s his damn loss because you are the best thing I have ever known in this world and that will never change.”

**

Two weeks had passed and Chris hadn’t called. Ellie didn’t talk about it, but you knew it affected her. Being rejected by anyone hurt. You couldn’t blame Chris entirely though. Him choosing to donate all those years ago was his choice. It was supposed to be an anonymous one. Now he knew he brought a life into this world. Accepting that had to be hard for anyone. Accepting that and being a public person was probably harder.

Punishing Ellie was harder on your than it was on her. She’s the new kid in town and at that age where life long friendships are formed, you didn’t want to exclude her from hanging out with her friends. So, you limited it to only weekends. She had to check in with you on where she was or if she went to a different location than what was planned. She was also in charge of dishes and taking out the trash. Her biggest punishment of all was knowing you lost a lot of trust in her.

**

Your phone rang only to stop ringing after two rings. You were in the kitchen, putting away this week’s groceries so you hadn’t been able to reach it. Taking a quick glance, you didn’t recognize the number. Figuring they realized their mis-dial, you went back to deciding which meat to leave thawed in the refrigerator and which to freeze. Exciting times.

It started to ring again. You turned away from the freezer to stare at the device sitting on the kitchen island. That same number appeared on the display. As the second ring rang out, you dared it to continue a third time. It did. You grabbed it with one hand, clicking the accept button with your other.

“Hello,” you answered.

“H-hi. This is Chris. I uh. This is Chris Evans.”

**

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[bhvgat]

hi angels !! i’m cami and i realized that the name elliot is usually spelled with two ls after i wrote his bio and applied so we’re just never gonna talk abt that <3 but i’m very excited to be here & plot with u all, info abt eli under the cut !!

dev patel, cis man, he/him    —    whenever i see elliot bhagat meandering down agnes street the adults are talking by the strokes starts to play inside my head. maybe it is the vibe they give off. a cup of hot coffee with just a touch of oat milk, a soft smile in the early morning light, a brief case filed with meticulous notes and a perfectly fitted suit ;   you know ? the roundabout is what keeps them interested in agnes. i heard they are a  thirty two year old environmental lawyer. they look like the kind of person who always tips well.

BIOGRAPHY.

eliot grew up curious about the world around him. his parents immigrated to boston four years before he was born, and by the time he came along they were the proud owners of a successful restaurant. he spent his childhood questioning any customers he could about their lives, the regulars all knew him well. he wanted to know about people, what made them tick. each person’s story gave him a new idea for what he wanted to do with his life. while his parents expected a lot of him, the burden was lessened by being the youngest of three. he could have any dream he wanted so long as it was practical and lucrative. 

by the time he reached middle school the many dreams had solidified under one central tenet, he wanted to make the world a better place. he was the kind of kid who watched the discovery channel and then came to school the next day ready to tell everyone about the latest environmental issue. his passions were wide and strong.

by the time he reached high school it was clear that he was more than a little bit of a hopeless romantic. with each relationship he found himself in he swore he had found his soulmate, burning mix cds and pouring his heart out in journal entries. while he was falling in and out of love over and over again he settled on what he wanted to do with his life, becoming a senator was his goal. a real way to bring change to the world.

his dream led him to university and then to law school. he was always an excellent student, quick witted and well read. school had felt like a sort of dream to eliot, the ivy and stone beautiful enough for his romantic tendencies to thrive and the relief of being surrounded by like minded people was equally engaging. 

he graduated top of his class and was quickly receiving offers from multiple prestigious law firms. he still knew what he wanted to do with his life, but a few years of work first seemed like an ok place to start. as time passed however, he found it particularly draining. he had always wanted to make the world a better place, but what he was doing was far from that.

then he fell in love. not that he hadn’t before, but this one gave him a certainty that it was going to last forever. so a year in he was picking out a ring ( an antique emerald surrounded by ethically mined diamonds ), and a year after that and a month before his wedding when he returned home from work to find a note on the table. she wasn’t ready, she couldn’t do it, their love simply wasn't strong enough. 

that’s when he heard about an opening at a smaller environmental law firm in ilsesbury. sure, it wasn’t quite as high paying as his old job and he still wasn’t anywhere near running for office, but at least he’d be saving the planet. plus the thought of ever having to run into his ex made getting out of town an appealing option. so almost three months ago he packed up his things and moved to the city and taking the job and a small apartment with a view of the water, with a heart that’s just a little less open to love. 

HEADCANONS.

eliot loves cooking and food. he doesn’t always have time to cook for himself as he’s very career oriented, however when he does he savours it. it reminds him of his childhood, growing up in the restaurant. also he was raised vegetarian and became vegan in university. 

he’s an avid journaler and has been for most of his life. he has a pile of old journals on his book shelf.

has always wanted to be a dad, he’s always wanted to get married and settle down and have kids, but each year he gets older that dream feels further away.

tends to live below his actual means, is very frugal. his parents instilled that in him and his siblings growing up, and it’s a trait he very much still possess. he’ll splurge on things like clothes enough to make sure he’s well dressed ( especially for work ) and going out for dinner or coffee. he’s a big tipper, having been a waiter himself through all of high school and his first few university summers in his parents restaurant. but his apartment is tiny, and apart from plants the furnishing is pretty basic.

as sweet as he can be he can also be very very stubborn. once he makes up his mind about something it’s rare that he’ll change it.

volunteers a lot, is constantly looking for ways to help out around the community. 

he has a mostly positive relationship with his parents and his siblings. while they did have high expectations for their children,they primarily just wanted them to be happy and were very loving, especially with eliot being the youngest.

he was terrified to come out to his parents as bisexual, which he did his senior year of high school. while they were a little bit confused at first they were on the whole loving and supportive of him.

he is left leaning politically with a strong emphasis on social and enviromental issues. while his own dream is on hold for the time being, he does make an effort to get involved, doing things such as canvassing for candidates he supports.

he’s a hopeless romantic and has always been the type to write love letters and buy flowers for no particular reason. this also has caused him to have his heart broken one too many times. 

he speaks english and some gujarati, he also took latin in his undergrad but doesn’t remember much of it apart from legal terms and is taking spanish on duolingo 

can very much be a workaholic, can be seen in a cafe on weekends working on a case and drinking a coffee

loves to read and has a book shelf over flowing with just about every genre, particularly inclined to romantic era authors and poets

he was raised hindu but isn’t practicing

( alcohol/drugs tw ) he doesn’t really tend to be a drinker or do drugs, he will enjoy a glass of wine with dinner or the occasional cocktail when he goes out for dinner but it’s rare that he’ll get drunk. the only drug he’ll ever really go for is weed, which he’ll smoke occasionally. probably did shrooms like once or twice when he was younger. honestly probably too concerned with the ethics of the drug industry to do much else.

enjoys hiking and being in nature quite a bit.

pretty good at chess actually,, not like really good but like isn’t awful in a casual match, same with scrabble. 

[vampiresuns]

For the kiss prompts!!! 8 for Amparo and Camia and 20 for Lee and Nana (one or both whatever you want!)

8. Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand. Amparo & Camia go first. 1,707 words, let’s gay it up.

When she first met Camia, Amparo noticed two things about her: number one, she had the kind of handsomeness and beauty which the scar on her face only augmented, somehow. She made no comment on it, as she did not know what Camia’s feelings about it were, but she thought so all the same. It made her look dashingly handsome in a way that made Amparo want to retrace her face in her mind, until she memorised the curve of her eyes and her brown irises, with her scar right in the middle. 

The other was how serious she was. It was impossible for Amparo not to pick up on something that laid inside of Camia, a weight inside of her. Once again, she didn’t know if that was the reason why Camia seemed so serious, but for someone who could pick up on energy like Amparo did, it was impossible not to notice. Maybe her seriousness was what had made her laugh so enchanting for Amparo.

The first time she heard it Leon had made a comment to her; whatever the comment had been, it sent her into a fit of laughter. Anatole had asked what it was, and while Leon had repeated themselves, Amparo didn’t register their words, too focused on Camia’s laugh. From then on, Amparo took it upon herself to hear it as often as she could — be it a dramatic re-enactment, a story, a passing comment or a joke, she liked to make Camia laugh. Sometimes she would try to take her up for making up silly little dances, when she tagged along with the Band and Anatole. Anything which made Camia smile was a good excuse in her books.

That’s how she knew she must invite her to her next play. The rumour mill about it, as Vesuvia’s local sport had always been gossiping, was strong and steady, but four weeks from its opening night, not many people knew what the play was about. Amparo, with one of the titular roles did, however; nothing like a bit of insider’s information about Camia’s theatre preferences to know she’d hit the spot. So during one of her rehearsal lunch breaks she found herself making her way to the shop, asking the gondolier to take her to the marketplace first. It would be quicker than walking, and both out of politeness of not arriving somewhere empty handed, and out of being an incorrigible flirt when she liked someone, she wanted to take Camia a bread basket from Selasi.

She walked with her basket from the market to the shop, her heart beating a little faster as she knocked on the door, waiting for Camia to open up. When she did, a smile crept into Amparo’s face, as she offered her the bread basket and gave her a kiss on each cheek as a greeting. 

“Ampi, you shouldn’t have,” Camia said as she took the basket from her hands.

“No, I should’ve, I was taught never to arrive somewhere empty handed,” she leaned closer to Camia, shooting her a cheeky, conspiratorial smile, “particularly when you want something.”

Camia gave her a once-over, smiling back at her. First victory. “And what would that be?”

Amparo walked away from her, only to sit with a jump on the shop’s counter. She played with her hair before speaking, draping it over her shoulder and curling it around her finger. “So, you know the play I’m rehearsing…”

“The one Alec’s angry about because you aren’t telling her what it’s about, but Leon somehow knows, and no matter how hard she tries to guess, she doesn’t guess it right?”

“That one. Well, I do know what it’s about, and I wanted to invite you to the opening night. I have a feeling you’ll like it.” Camia walked closer to her, leaning on the counter she was sitting on. Amparo licked her lips. “And I like it when you watch me perform.”

Camia brushed her fingers against Amparo’s knee, looking intently at the fabric of her clothes, before looking up at her again. “I like watching you perform. Who are you playing?”

“I will tell you as long as you don’t tell Alec.”

“It’ll be our secret then.”

“Anatole,” Amparo replied matter-of-factly.

 “You’re kidding me?”

“Nope.” Camia began laughing, Amparo counted it as her second victory. 

Two weeks later Camia discovered that she was, indeed, not joking about playing Anatole. Proper announcements for the play began, and Alec was surely upset about not guessing but she quickly forgot about it given the topic of the play. It was a satirical recreation of “Vesuvian society and its Mysterious Court”. Given both the playwrights knew half the Court and were friends with Valerius, the description in itself was a joke too.

Needless to say both former Consul, now Court-Advisor, and Soon-To-Be-Consul lived in fear of whatever horrors which might come out of the opening night, though the former had read the script, and per his own admittance (to Anatole, Camia rarely spoke to him, if ever) he was taking it as public atonement.

The fortnight before the opening night passed quicker than Camia expected it too, finding herself in a packed theatre box with the rest of the Band and no less than seven of Amparo’s relatives — Anatole, Milenko, her parents, her sister and Valerius, other relatives of Amparo had come too, but they were sitting elsewhere. 

Eventually the lights dimmed and the play began. By Act III Camia’s sides were sore with laughter, fearing she might laugh too loudly in the middle of the play more than once — every characterisation was spot on, and every joke delivered. Amparo was wonderful in her blonde wig, mimicking her cousin’s mannerisms in a way only someone who spent an ungodly amount of time near Anatole could. 

Camia had seen Amparo perform in the other theatre before, the Opera house for serious plays and Ballets, and preferred by the fashionable elite, twice. A ballet and an opera, and while there was nothing that could be said about Amparo in terms of technique and execution — she was simply mesmerising and good at her job no matter what — it was obvious to Camia how much comfortable and looser she was in her Goldgrave performances, where the topic of the plays themselves usually allowed her a je ne sais quoi, which Camia couldn’t explain. 

“True theatre versus elitism often co-opting genius,” Camia had heard her complain once, followed by one of her impassioned speeches about culture. 

Camia was too absorbed in the moment to reminisce, standing up to clap eagerly with the rest of the crowd, applause and ovations falling on the cast and crew. Watching Valerius mortification as the director of the play thanked him was a treat Camia was not expecting — she made a mental note to ask Amparo or Anatole about it later. 

She knew the community theatre well. As she headed out of the box with the rest of the group, she began eyeing towards the way where she knew she could get to the backstage from where she was standing, losing track of the conversation until Jamil spoke to her.

“Cami?”

“Sorry, I was distracted. Do you mind if I meet you outside?”

No one objected, though when she was a couple of metres away, she heard someone thank some deity about Camia going to see Amparo, as she had not been able to shut up about her. Camia couldn’t distinguish who it was, but the swell of pride she felt was unmistakable. She made her way through the theatre, greeting some of the cast and crew members that she already knew, until someone pointed at her where Amparo was. It was one of the shared dressing rooms.

To Camia’s luck — not that she would’ve minded otherwise — Amparo was alone when she asked if she could go in. She was dressed in her own clothes, folding her costume neatly, her hair in what had once been a neat bun. Camia discovered herself not only congratulating Amparo, but eagerly sharing her thoughts on the play too, before the actress herself got to ask. Camia wanted to tell her everything: her favourite moments, what had made her laugh, how amazing she had been on stage, and ask why the director had thanked the former Consul, all to which Amparo replied merrily. 

At some point of the conversation, Amparo had taken Camia’s hand in her own and was now playing with her fingers. 

“Well, Valeriy is a benefactor of the theatre, and he’s trying to be less terrible. You know, more him.”

Camia snorted. “Actually I wouldn’t know.”

“He’s always been a bit of a bitch but he was— not this way when I was a kid. He used to take me to the theatre a lot, actually. Him or my parents, or Great Uncle Blasio or Valerian… sometimes they made him take care of all three of us. He now says he hated it, but we all know he’s lying.”

“By the way, how did they make the costuming so accurate? Your costume and the one of the actor who played him were identical to what they wear.”

“Oh, that’s because they are their clothes. Both of the suits are theirs, this is Nana’s. He lent them to me with the sole condition I stopped stealing one of his shirts for at least a month.” 

“His clothes aren’t short on you?”

“Only sometimes.”

There was a pause, where Camia began to trace her fingers over Amparo’s wrists, her touch soft and gentle. “You do look good in his clothes. Better than him, but that could be because I’m biased.”

“You better be,” Amparo snorted. 

“But I think you look better with your dark hair.” Camia took Amparo’s hand, taking it to her lips to the back of her hand. “You were very good tonight,” she said before kissing it.

Amparo sucked in a breath. When Camia looked up at her, she was softly biting her lower lip. “If you wanted to, you could kiss me too.”

Camia smiled, tucking a hair that got loose from the bun behind Amparo’s ear. “Would you like that, Amparo?

“Yes, very much.”

[trustsalvatorewriting]

wasteland, baby! || kol mikaelson - chapter seven

Summary: Kol makes a deal with the Hollow to bring revive the first woman he ever loved. Unfortunately, things don’t go as planned.

Trust’s Note: Please like and reblog! I hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 2,543

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten

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❝ when you're in the half light, it's not you i see, and you live a half life. you only show half to me ❞

"THIS IS USELESS AND IN FRENCH," ANIYA GRUMBLED, TOSSING ONE OF THE GRIMOIRES TO THE SIDE. Kol glanced up to notice the teenage girl's face buried in her hands, and let out a chuckle. He set down the book in his hands and took the grimoire in his arms, looking through a few of the pages. She had been right on one thing: the spells were, in fact, useless. The only issue is that they'd been written in Portuguese.

    Kol raised his eyebrow at Aniya, as if questioning her intelligence. "You're aware that French, Spanish, Portuguese and Italian are not the same languages?"

    "I was birthed and killed in the New World, where the common language was English. My parents taught me the common and mother tongue. Pardon me if I was never taught the importance of Portuguese," Aniya huffed. The action had blown a thick section of hair out of her face, but it had fallen back into place almost immediately.

    The corner of Kol's lips twitched as he saw the girl frustratedly bury her face in her hands. For a witch that was frozen at eighteen years old, she'd carried the mannerisms of someone much younger. It pulled at his heartstrings to see her like this, though he would never admit it. He watched as she begrudgingly lifted her head and began looking through another one of the grimoires, the afternoon sunlight reflecting off her dark waves. Kol looked at her, and he felt as though he could kill God himself.

    "Would you like some assistance?" Kol asked, almost amused as Aniya struggled to push her hair out of her face. In the two weeks since she'd been resurrected, it had grown past her hips, so Rebekah would have to braid all of it into one large braid behind her head. Unfortunately, Kol had taken her out of the compound before the rest of the Mikaelsons could so much as wake up.

    Aniya narrowed her eyes at him. "It isn't funny. You would experience the same issues if you were a girl."

    "It's the twenty-first century now, darling. Men can grow their hair as long as they like," Kol waved her off, turning his attention back to the grimoire in his hands. He turned away from Aniya then, stating, "But if you insist you don't need help--"

    The young witch narrowed her eyes at him, grabbing hold of the nearest object -- a bracelet -- and tossing it at his head. It hadn't hurt, of course, but she'd felt the need to inconvenience him.

    "That is a priceless dark object," Kol hissed, immediately turning around to pick the bracelet off the floor. He set it down on the desk between them, glaring daggers at Aniya.

    "On the contrary, I am a priceless dark object. That is a wristlet," Aniya clarified, a smug look painted over her features. She ignored the irritation radiating off Kol, and began to read the Latin words written in the book in front of her. Kol had spent hundreds of years practicing with witches across the globe, learning new spells and collecting grimoires. Aniya supposed it had been his compensation for no longer being able to practice magic himself, and she wondered what she would do with her immortal life.

    Henry would only live the rest of his human life, though she hoped Rebekah would turn him. Perhaps he would agree, and spend the rest of his life painting in Paris or Rome. He hadn't mentioned ever wanting to travel, though he'd said his paintings had sold rather quickly in European countries. It was no wonder. He was talented, after all. But then, he was a good person; there was no telling how long he would live so long as he carried strong morals and a good heart.

    She winced, blinking rapidly as she reread the same paragraph over again in the grimoire. It dawned on her that she'd gone through an entire page without soaking in the least bit of information. She groaned, rubbing her eyes with her fingers. The bastard hadn't even let her rest before choosing to drag her into French Quarter -- though, in truth, she had no right to complain. Kol had sworn that he'd have the grimoires to help her control her magic. Aniya was most concerned about her brother's life.

    Aniya bit the inside of her cheek, unconsciously twisting at her ring as she read. Kol noticed the movement immediately. He moved to sit across from her, and looked up at her through messy strands of caramel hair. "How much of it do you remember? Your old life?"

    "I like to think I can remember everything," She said with a shrug. She looked up from her book, eyes wandering to the attic ceiling as she tried to recall all the details of her old life. "I was born to Sagara and Anusaya. My mother nearly died giving birth to my brother and I, and my father was so afraid that he began to pray to the gods. He swore that so long as my mother, brother and I survived, he would dedicate his life to them."

    The magic she practiced now required sacrifice. Her sacrifice and resurrection had only brought her a substantial amount of offensive magic, but larger spells would require more. 'An eye for an eye,' essentially. She would never be able to have plants grow beneath her feet again, or watch relief wash over an injured loved one's face as she healed their wounds. Her life would be tainted with blood and storms now, and with no one at her side, she wasn't even sure it had been worth the trouble.

    Kol frowned as he watched the girl recall her backstory. It had made sense that his father had been afraid. Mothers rarely survived giving birth to two children, especially in the New World. Often, no amount of magic could save a mothers giving birth. Esther Mikaelson had been lucky to birth six children -- though, he supposed he would have to thank her deranged sister on that end.

    The young witch began to pick at the skin on her fingers, the feeling of her nails against her hand grounding her to reality. She recalled the way her father had clung to his old grimoire as if it were the Bible. All of the rituals she and Vihaan had been forced to learn had been pulled from its texts, and internally, she wondered what he must have done with it when she and Vihaan hadn't woken up.

    "I'm sorry I asked," Kol murmured, regretful. "My mother and father weren't exactly role models either. After our younger brother, Henrik, was attacked by wolves, they decided to use black magic to create the spell that turned us into vampires."

    "The one that stripped you of your magic?" Aniya questioned.

    He nodded, a humorless laugh escaping his throat. "That would be the one."

    Aniya chuckled dryly, running her fingers over the hundred-year-old grimoire -- the useless hundred-year-old grimoire. "Yes. Well, I understand why you're brooding all the time now."

    "I am not brooding."

    "I can tell when you're lying, remember?" She reminded him, her pale pink lips widening into a playful smile. "Even when you're lying to yourself."

    Kol narrowed his eyes at the girl, and quickly tried to snatch the grimoire from her reach. Predicting his actions, she slid it off the table into held it tightly to her chest, a triumphant look on her face. "Have you always been this unbearable?"

    "Have you always been this mean?" Aniya mocked, causing Kol to smile and look down at his lap.

    If there was one thing he had to admit about her, it was that she was sweet. Sweet enough that for a moment, he was glad that he was immortal, and that supernatural creatures existed. So long as there was such thing as resurrections and immortality, he would have the chance to learn more about her. This strange girl with a sharp tongue and doe eyes -- it was no wonder he'd fallen in love with her all those centuries ago.

    "I'm joking, the answer's 'yes.' You're the meanest boy I've ever met," She exaggerated, a grin on her face as she set the grimoire down on the table. Aniya felt her eyelids growing heavy, and the aching pain she felt at the right side of her head. She wasn't used to staying up very long, and she could already feel the toll it was taking on her body. Still, she did her best to fight it. How long would it be until she was able to have a nice conversation with Kol again? Four weeks? Two months?

    In an effort to distract herself, her eyes fell to the bracelet she'd thrown and she picked it up, examining the little piece. "What's this for?"

    Kol's eyes fell on the small silver wristlet, and his smile faded. It had originally belonged to his mother, but over the years, it had landed in the hands of Kieran and Cami O'Connell. Several years ago, Davina Claire had used the object to resurrect his father, Mikael, in an effort to use him against Niklaus. It had failed, of course, and she later used it to bring Kol back to life. It was then that he promptly slaughtered her and struggled to bring her back to life.

    He had absolutely no idea why he chose to keep it around.

    "Nothing that concerns you, " He responded, quickly taking the wristlet from Aniya's grasp and shoving it into his back pocket. Aniya shrunk back, and he regretted his tone immediately. "It belonged to a girl I once loved. She's dead."

    'Davina,' Aniya thought to herself, pulling at her ring as she slid it up and down her finger. She knew it would sting to hear him talk about another girl. The girl that he called out for in the dark, and the late hours of the night. Still, she couldn't stop herself from asking, "What was she like?"

    "Powerful, stubborn, and very short-tempered," He said with a chuckle, swallowing the traces of guilt that stained his tongue. "She was a New Orleans witch, actually. A Harvest Girl."

    It dawned upon Aniya that Davina Claire was all but perfect for Kol Mikaelson. A strong, powerful witch with the likes of Kol Mikaelson. Davina Claire, though dead, would have all of the values Aniya would never carry. Own all of the things that Aniya could never have. She'd been born in this century, and she'd been able to love Kol Mikaelson because of it. She had witnessed the tempests of the ocean, while Aniya would see storms of another kind. And she envied her for it.

    She would envy her for the distant look on Kol's face when he spoke of her. Even in death, Davina had never truly died. She wouldn't, so long as people remembered her name. Aniya and Vihaan had died immediately, with no one to remember the names or faces. She wasn't even sure her parents had remembered their deaths, or where their bodies had been stashed once they were shoved into the Void. Regardless of whether she walked the earth, Davina had been immortalized, and Aniya wasn't even sure that Rebekah would remember her face if she died again.

    One thing was certain though: Kol belonged to Davina Claire. He was no longer hers; at least, not in this lifetime. And her longing, heavy heart would have to admit it.

    "Forgive me, but I'm feeling rather fatigued," Aniya said, clearing her throat. She stood from the wooden stool in front of the window and asked, "Could we go home now, please?"

    "We haven't found anything," Kol argued, "We have hundreds of spells to look through. We've gone through maybe twenty."

    "We have hundreds of spells that I can't read," She corrected. "I haven't slept in hours, Kol. Find me all of the Latin or mother tongue spells and I will read them, I promise, but I don't speak French, or Portuguese, or Spanish, or whatever other languages this world has to offer, and I certainly can't read them; so, please, I would like to rest."

    The Original watched the reserved look on the witch's face shift to helplessness, and he shut his grimoire in defeat. He nodded and stood up. "All right; I suppose it's your choice. I'll walk you back to the compound."

    "I can walk on my own--"

    "No."

    "And why not?" She questioned, folding her arms over her chest.

    "Because there is a crowd of people in the street, and my siblings would put a dagger in my chest if they knew that I let you walk around alone," Kol quickly made up an excuse before ushering her out of the attic. He swallowed, ignoring the yearning feeling in his chest when it occurred to him that he wouldn't be able to speak with her again until much later. She was just a girl; and yet, he wondered if he was tempting fate with each second he stood by her side.

    When they arrived at the Abattoir, he watched her go into her room, and ignored the angry rants of Rebekah, Elijah, and Niklaus. He'd cut them off after about ten minutes, stating that she was more than capable of handling herself, before he headed toward the attic once more.

    It was several hours after the sun had set when it finally occurred to him how late it had gotten. A burning sensation took over his throat, dark veins beneath his eyes beginning to make their way through his skin.

    The worst part about becoming a vampire had been in his inability to practice magic; though, the bloodlust did come at a close second. He snarled and shoved the notepad away, walking towards the window that hung over Bourbon Street. It was directly across from the Abattoir, a sort of cruel joke he had decided to play on his siblings in case they ever needed to find him. As clever as his brother was, he never would have thought to look in plain sight for his dear younger brother.

    As Kol searched for his victim, as though he were a vulture stationed above a dying carrion, he caught a glimpse of a familiar girl exiting the Abattoir wearing a white scarf and long sleeves. Aniya was visiting her little human again.

    The Mikaelson boy took a step away from the window, his eyes falling on the stacks of grimoires he'd made throughout the attic. Each sorted for a different language and alphabet, two-hundred of which he'd already gone through and made notes of. He nodded to himself, and shut the Arabic spell book he'd had open on his desk, setting his notebook down on top of it.

    Jealousy creeped from his stomach to his throat, and he refused to fight his instincts as he sped out of the attic and into the streets of the French Quarter.

[couragehopelovefaith]

The most heartfelt break-up/goodbye-scenes on screen (part 1)

I wanna start by saying that I really ship some of these couples so hard while some of them I definitely don’t.  Some of these couples got back together later. Despite these numbers, these are not in an specific order in my mind.

1) Malec (They are my ultimate OTP, and there are no words how thrilled I am that they are married and happily together. Both of these scenes are just so beautifully written and splendidly acted, that I can’t still to this day watch these without crying.)

2) Captain Swan (goodbye from 5x20)

(Gosh, this still hurts… even after these two lovelies luckily got their happy ending, this scene remains one of the favorite scenes in the series. Their tears and broken smiles, their advices and wishes for each other, the moment he has to let go of her hand…everything. I didn’t want to put 6x14 here, since I always saw it more like they both wanted to think things through - not as a break up or goodbye.)

3) Finchel

(This couple really wasn’t really my cup of tea, I have to admit. They were cute at he beginning and there were some great moments even later on, but something makes me see them as quite toxic and wonder if they had worked as a couple in the long run. I wanna point out that this has nothing to do with Cory: He seemed like a very nice person, portrayed Finn wonderfully and his death is still heartbreaking and sad. Back to the scene...somehow I really liked it, especially Rachel’s speech and her standing up for herself and encouraging Finn to move on.)

4) Stelena

(These two are my “they never should’ve broken up in the first place”-couple. Whether they are breaking up, memorizing their relationship or saying goodbye...their connection and chemistry just amazes me every time. Plus, Elena’s goodbye scene with Bonnie and Caroline was weeping-material as well.)

5) Klamille

(My Originals-OTP... this scene as a whole is just too freaking heartbreaking, especially when she was just about to find out what good vampire life could be… “I will carry you with me.” “I guess that makes me immortal.” Gosh.. </3 I loved Cami from the bottom of my heart and I think she left too soon. ) 

6) Klayley

(There’s a small part of me that shipped them, but I also loved them as platonic, supporting parents who learned to understand and respect each other. Even though they didn’t get a proper goodbye-scene, this little scene always breaks my heart.)

7) Clexa

(Do I need to say anything to this? So much love, so much potential, such a heartfelt goodbye and so sudden and shocking death. Life is sometimes so unfair.. :’( ) 

8) Hazel and Gus

(When Hazel reads Gus her epilogy, my heart just aches everytime. No matter if It's the movie or the book, it's always the same emotional rollercoaster.)

9) Allison and Scott

(Even if I ended up being a huge Scira-shipper, leaving this out of this list would’ve felt utterly wrong. Allison was wonderful, greatly missed and well-developed character and the fact that Crystal’s request of Allison to confess Scott her love during her last moments was heard makes this even more bittersweet.)

10) Jack and Rose

(You truly didn’t think I was gonna leave this out, did you? Still to this day… iconic, heart-wrenching and hard to understand. The way he encourages her to keep going and never give up... and she begs him to wake up.. big ouch for my emotions.)

11) Tyler and Caroline

(I will probably defend this couple until my dying day. *haha* This scene has stayed in my mind for some reason. How she tells him to move on and be happy and Tyler convinces her that they will find a way… *big thumbs up* They did this couple so dirty!)

12) Belle and Rumple

(This couple goes to same category as Finchel. I liked them in the beginning, but their story became somehow repetitive and toxic and I realized that Belle would’ve deserved much better, as a part of the ship and as an individual character. However, I can’t deny that their last episode and goodbye were really beautiful with their flashbacks and UP-references. Yes, I cried. “More than a few times…”)

13) Pocahontas and John

(Next, a few dives into the animation…Even though I usually root for historical accuracy, I like to pretend that the sequel didn’t happen. “No matter what happens, I’ll always be with you. Forever.” Oh, if that had only happened that way…)

14) Hiro and Baymax

(I never guessed that this movie would become one of my favorite animated movies, but it happened. It describes dealing with loss so amazingly. And this exact scene is one of my favorites. “No, please...I can’t lose you too.” “Hiro… I’ll always be with you.” “I’m satisfied with my care.” It’s okay, I didn’t need my heart anyway…)

There will possibly be a part two soon as well. None of these gifs are mine, all credits go to their respective owners.

[the-writerly-night-owl]

Picture Perfect in Holiday Sweaters

Open Heart/Ethan x MC  

Summary: Ethan gets a gift from his parents that he really didn’t expect.

Author’s Note: The return of my Ethan x Clarissa children (sorta, they can’t talk yet lol) since I almost forgot I had them. I don’t know Danny’s last name, so I gave him one that’s Blanchard. I’m thinking of AME tomorrow who knows. In other news, Naveen is still great, I love writing him and I need to do it more. For the 41 Days of Cheer - day 36 - sweater weather.

It was a snowy day in Boston when the doorbell rang as Clarissa peered out the window of the townhouse. Next to her Sienna and Danny were playing with her and Ethan’s children as she headed toward the door. Confused she opened it and saw the UPS guy. Hmm she didn’t order anything, and she was sure Ethan didn’t either.

“Order for Ramsey-Sinclaire?” he asked as she signed off on it. Holding the two boxes she had returned to her friends that were sitting on the floor in the living room.

Carrying them into the room she stepped over the wedding planning materials and sat down with them.

“There’s a surprise package,” she said sitting down with them. “How’s your wedding planning?”

“Fine so far but it’s far more fun to play with the babies. Isn’t that right Adaline,” said Sienna bouncing the baby on her leg. “Forget that, tell us what’s in the package, I’m super curious.”

With that Clarissa found scissors and started to open the first box and then the second. The return address looked familiar as something in her mind clicked.

“Ohh, these are from Ethan’s parents,” she said thinking out loud. She had to call them as soon as they had received them. Then smiled at the contents of the box.  “It’s sweater weather.” 

She pulled out a sweater from the first box.It was quite pretty in a royal blue color, a snow flake pattern dotted across the o neck. The next was white with dark gray trees decorating the bottom part. Then in the second box was two small sweaters one red with white candy canes. The other green with white candy canes.

“These aren’t ugly Christmas sweaters at all,” said Sienna holding up the sweaters. “Aww these tiny ones are so cute.”

“These are 100 percent cashmere,” said Danny reading the tag before jokingly adding, “What’s it like to have rich in-laws?”

“Danny!” said Sienna scolding him slightly before she swatted him playfully. Clarissa just rolled her eyes and looked over at the sweaters. It was definitely getting cold out and they would wear these as soon as possible. “Anyway, we should try them on.”

Nodding she handed Danny the green one to put on Patrick. Then the red one to put on Adaline. She thought as the door opened behind them. Then the two voices of Ethan Ramsey and Naveen Banerji as they were arguing about something or another. Shaking her head, Clarissa made faces at Adaline as she whimpered at the sudden movement.

Curiously she peered over and waved at the two men as they headed to the kitchen. “Pass me my water bottle please,” she called as Ethan returned with a soda in his own hands.

“What are those?” asked Ethan seeing the boxes as Naveen happily took his seat on their couch.

“Your parents sent sweaters to all of us. It’s good timing considering it just started snowing out,” said Clarissa gesturing to the window.

“Wait a second I got one?” he asked as she threw the sweater with trees at him.

Naveen just smiled as Sienna and Danny all watching for his reaction. The look on Ethan’s face simple to read, he just looked at it, and then out the bay window. She really hoped that he wouldn’t consider throwing it out said window.

Giggling softly, she got up and wrapped her arms around him in a hug gently kissing his lips. He had held her waist firmly before separating. She pressed the sweater firmly to his chest her hands keeping them inches apart from kissing again.

Glancing at her friends who were playing with the kids. Naveen pretending to read a wedding magazine as he slyly looked over at them. Her own sweater on the floor next to her feet.

Biting her bottom lip she seductively whispered to him. “Put it on now,” she said shrugging her shoulders. “For me?”

“Sure,” he said hesitating glancing at the door. “In the next room.”

“Oh no, that’d be an easy escape you have to do it here,” she said winking making sure none of the others could hear her and then added while pulling at his tie. “If you do you can help me take mine off later.”

His mouth was a straight line before looked her up and down aware of just how close their bodies were. Sighing Ethan pulled apart from her and took the sweater in his hands. He wanted it as she blinked her emerald doe like eyes up at him.

She watched as he took his tie off first. Then purposely not looking at Sienna, Danny, and especially Naveen he unbuttoned his light blue button down. Oh, she was liking this as Clarissa twirled a piece of her copper colored hair with her fingers.

Danny had covered Sienna’s eyes and Patrick’s in his lap while looking away.

“Clarissa there is so much that I have to have you push him to do,” said Naveen thoughtfully as he put the sweater back on.

She burst into laughter as Ethan just rolled his eyes. Okay, she’d have to see this list as Ethan made sure that it fit well. Boy did it as it wasn’t tight but certainly wasn’t baggy. Tonight was going to be fun as she bit her bottom lip.

“Okay Blanchard you can uncover Trinh’s eyes now and pass me my son,” said Ethan going over and scooping Patrick off the floor.

Aww, he had tossed him into the air and kissed the top of his head before going to sit next to Naveen. Clarissa took the sweater herself before shrugging out of her blouse. Her cami light enough for the sweater to slide right over her body. Surprisingly his parents did a great job picking out the clothes.

“You know what we should do?” asked Naveen. “Go outside and take a picture of you wearing them in front of the house while it’s snowing. After all it’s sweater weather.”

“Yes,” said Sienna and Clarissa excited.

“No! You were all sent to torture me weren’t you?” asked Ethan appalled at the idea as Patrick pulled his sweater to cover his face.

“No we were sent to kill you softly with kindness,” said Clarissa rolling her eyes again but still teasing him. “Come on one just one picture and we’ll print it twice. One to send to our parents and the other to frame. We still don’t have something to put on the table by the door.”

“I thought that was going to be professionally done,” he said trying to hold off on getting his picture taken.

“No you wanted them that way,” said Clarissa. “I wanted something more personal.”

Danny and Sienna only grinned as they played with Adaline still on the floor batting around a cloth book. Naveen eagerly listening to them with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. Yep, they even argued like an old married couple when it wasn’t work related.

Clarissa shifted as she narrowed her eyes and cocked her head. Ethan still not budging.  

“We won’t have anymore done,” she said. “Unless you want me to make that appointment for a professional photographer and do it next week.”

“Okay fine.”

Victorious she did a small dance and picked up Adaline from the floor. “Alright whose going to take the picture?”

“I’ll do it,” said Naveen getting up. “After all we should leave Doctor Trinh and Doctor Blanchard here so they can look at their wedding books…” He winked at them to get busy making out while they were outside.

Sienna giggled softly as they made their way out into the cold. The November air biting at her skin making her cheeks pink. Smoothing her hair for the picture she then turned to Ethan. Adaline on her hip as she fixed his hair running her hand through his smoothly. Naveen knowing how to use a smart phone because of Clarissa had recorded the tender moment.

Switching babies Clarissa now holding Patrick and Ethan holding Adaline before positioning and then smiling at Naveen. She nodded at him to snap the photo while the kids were good. Naveen just smiled at the picture happily as he captured the moment and then sending a copy both to his own phone to remember this.

“There you go,” he said handing hers back to her. “Now what do you say to getting some pizza for dinner?”

With that they had returned inside to see Sienna and Danny on the floor making out. Oh, they were totally going to be next to do this to. Clarissa and Naveen sharing a look knowing what they had to do. Then she had kissed Ethan’s cheek, they had a late night tonight before going in early tomorrow.

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[basically-queenberyl]

Let me start from the beginning...

So basically, I think the way I grew up really fucked up and skewed my view of sexuality.

My dad always gave the impression of shame toward sexuality. Like he made it seem very wrong. But mainly for women. But indirectly. And he made it seem (to me) like the female body was shameful. Maybe this isn't what he thought at all, but that's the message I received or perceived. Plus I went to a religious school and they also taught about sexuality with a theme or implication of shame. I remember being around 6-years-old and wanting to change my clothes in private and wanting to cover up my body, b/c I was given the impression that nudity is wrong. So before even starting puberty, I had this subconscious idea that female sexuality is wrong, nudity is wrong, and the female body is wrong.

So when I start puberty, I feel all these conflicting emotions. On one hand, I had all these older females I looked up to and wanted to be like them. This made me more like them. On another hand, I had this feeling like I was dirty or wrong. My boobs were wrong, b/c boobs are inherently wrong, right? Girls gone wild is wrong! B/c boobs are wrong and nudity is wrong. Right? And periods are dirty b/c anything related to vaginas is dirty. But on ANOTHER hand (yes, we have 3 hands now), I wanted to fit in with my peers. So what's right and what's wrong?

I remember my mom having the puberty talk with me. I was probably like 9. And it freaked me tf out. Like wow, all that stuff is gonna happen to me that I never knew existed. And it's private part related. So it's all dirty... and I was overwhelmed. In hindsight, it gave me a lot of anxiety at first and I couldn't sleep that night. She also got me this really good book about puberty, and I hid that book for YEARS b/c I didn't want my brother to find it. And then I saw this girl ik reading it in public lol. I remember my aunt getting me these cami spaghetti strap shirts, those ones with built in training bras or something (idk if they still make them), and I felt so embarrassed. Like kinda dirty. And I remember starting my period and not telling my mom for like 3 whole ass days b/c I was embarrassed and ashamed. If I had a lifetime supply of pads, I would've taken it to my grave tbh lol. But I eventually had to tell her b/c I ran out. And I couldn't stop crying while telling her b/c I was so ashamed. And then I made her SWEAR she wouldn't tell a soul. And she pinky promised me.

Fast forward a few months and we went to go see my mom's godmother. And when my brothers weren't around, she goes "so I heard you became a woman!" And I wanted to cry soooo fucking hard. And I'm tearing up rn. I literally wanted to die. I wanted to stop breathing and I was furious (I could write a whole fucking post about my parents betraying my trust and not taking it seriously b/c "I'm a kid," but that can be for another day). B/c she betrayed my trust and now everyone was going to know that I'm dirty and what my body is doing underneath my clothes. It's like a feeling of nakedness. And the fact that she said I'm a woman should make me feel proud in hindsight, but my mind distorted that and associated it with being dirty and being wrong. Then later we get in the car to leave and I told my mom how I felt about feeling betrayed b/c she swore she would tell NO ONE. And she said "I didn't know you meant her or grandma. I thought you meant your brothers and dad." And I said "I SAID NO ONE!!!" And she apologized but I felt gross b/c she couldn't take it back. And I feel fucked up now b/c her action wasn't even inherently wrong. It was celebratory and proud. And it breaks my heart that I felt so ashamed.

EDIT: Then when my body started developing more, I remember my dad was talking with this family friend in the kitchen once. This family friend was older than him and kind of a father figure to him, who also lived with us. My dad had just come home from a trip that lasted a few weeks, and he goes "So what's new?" And the family friend goes "Well, Beryl (not my real name) is developing breasts..." and I heard it from my room and my brother heard it too and starts laughing. And I closed my door and start bawling b/c I felt SO fucking humiliated. And he didn't even try being discrete about it. He didn't care if anyone heard. And he wasn't saying it in a creepy way, but I already felt disgusting. Like it's MY fucking body. It's MY business. It's what's happening under MY clothes and I don't want it, can't control it, and don't choose it. And it's happening without my fucking consent. And people were just SO fucking reckless with MY information about MY body, that is NO ONE'S goddamn business. It's FUCKING gross tbh. It's personal, fragile, maybe scary, maybe traumatizing. It's like laying on a bed of nails or a giant field of thorns.... and having someone grab your legs and drag you for miles. Like I was vulnerable enough, but yet you aim to destroy me further. Sounds dramatic, but that's how I felt inside. I wanted to stop living, I felt dirty. I felt like the bottom of the fucking barrel.

A year later in middle school I notice that the shape of my body changed. I had all this fat stored around my hips, and I felt SO fat. And I remember feeling gross and wanting it to go away. My butt seemed huge, my thighs seemed huge, and I remember just covering my whole body and wishing I could be skinny again. But in hindsight, it was just my developing figure. So that's also sad.

Holy fuck, that's a long post. And this is only part one.

[depraved-maniac]

Infernal Conception [CHAPTER 2]

Chapters: 2/?

Fandom: American Horror Story, American Horror Story: Apocalypse 

Rating: Explicit 

Relationships: Michael Langdon/Reader 

Chapter Index: [1] [2]

Summary

Michael Langdon has arrived at the Outpost and you find yourself vying to secure your place at The Sanctuary. You're willing to do almost anything to secure your future. Almost. Though the world has changed, you have not. You're dedicated to your beliefs and refuse to compromise your innocence to gain favor, which is exactly why Michael wants you. As the last virgin on Earth, you've been chosen to serve a purpose that threatens everything you stand for.

You're a good girl. You really are. The problem is that Michael Langdon makes you want to do very bad things.

You return to your room and lock the door behind you like you have every day for the past year. It only takes this small, insignificant action to ground you. Familiar surroundings have that sort of power, and just like that, the terror that had you fleeing to your bedroom is just as quickly left at the threshold.

He’s just a man, you assure yourself as you jiggle the doorknob to make certain no one can just walk in. The panic is gone, but you’re still dithery with anxiety because it doesn’t feel over. Whatever it was that you ran from, whatever it was that you felt in that room with you and Michael, you can still sense it. It clings to you like the watch of eyes from a source you can’t locate. It’s driving you crazy.

You go to your wardrobe and quickly change into your nightdress. It’s a shapeless sack that buries any sign of feminine shape beneath heavy gray fabric. The sleeves fall over your fingers and you push them up to free your hands to write.

You remove your diary from its hiding place under your mattress and take a seat at the small desk beside your bed. The ballpoint pen you press against the page was gifted by Emily as a thanks for being so understanding about some of the rules she sometimes broke with Timothy. Now that resources are so scarce, pen and ink are somewhat of a limited luxury. In a world where you have no one you can trust, your diary has become something like your closest confidant. It’s where you divulge your most secret thoughts, your frustrations, your gossip. It’s the only place you can go without fear of judgement. It’s your safe haven, your sanctuary.

The thought momentarily makes you smile, but it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. You stare blankly at the page before you. I’m not going to The Sanctuary, is the thought that slips free from the mental wall you’d sloppily brick-and-mortared on the way back to your room. The significance of this realization stirs your dozing panic to life like a sleeping wasp nest roused by the whack of a stick.

I’m going to die. You gaze dazedly at the words you’d just written as if they’d appeared there by magic. You read them over and over, waiting for it to sink in. Waiting for it to stop feeling like a nightmare. Like none of this is real but you just can’t wake up.

Tears spring to your eyes and you clench them closed because you refuse to let them fall. Fear is such a temperamental force, and joined with your grief, you find yourself frustrated. You close your diary and shove it back under your bed before climbing beneath the covers to seek the one escape you can always count on when nothing else works.

You have no idea what time it is, but you figure it must still be somewhat early in the evening because you’re nowhere near tired enough to sleep. You toss and turn restlessly as thoughts of Michael swarm you and you do your damndest to avoid them. You don’t want to think about him. It’s too much to contend with, coming to terms with your grim future while heat still curls low in your belly at the memory of his hands.

To think you made it this far just to have your future placed in the hands of an insane person. Because that’s exactly what Michael Langdon had proved to be tonight. Utterly crazy. There was no other word for it. Everything else you experienced--what you thought you experienced--could be easily excused away as smoke and mirrors. You were still self-aware enough to know that living in an underground hole for a year would have effects on your mental health; something that fell under the umbrella that housed conditions like Stockholm syndrome and cabin fever. Conscious, vengeful fires? Please.

But all of his talk about you being the bride of the New World? Of grooming you for a mysterious purpose because his father willed it? Crazy. Completely unhinged.

However, he was still the one pulling the strings. He was the one The Cooperative sent to determine the futures of everyone in this Outpost, and you’d gone and turned your nose up at his proffered terms and conditions because you refused to bend to the demands of a madman who sought to corrupt you.

It just wasn’t fair.

This time there is little you can do to stopper the tears. You turn your face into your pillow and release a shaking breath. Pitying yourself makes you feel pathetic, especially when you know you’re considered one of the lucky ones. You don’t feel lucky. Sometimes you wonder how many of the dead would trade places with you if they knew that this was what surviving looked like. Slowly wasting away beneath the earth, you’ve essentially been buried alive.

Your pillow is damp and cold by the time you calm. The stress of the evening has taken its toll, and you finally ease into a light sleep. Tonight, your dreams take you to your past.

It’s a little after eleven on a school night. You’re the only one in the house still awake, and you take extra care not to make too much noise as you finish getting ready. You peek at your phone to find a text message from your boyfriend and you smile as you open it. He’ll be over in ten minutes. You hurry to change out of your frumpy pajamas and into the silk short and cami set you keep stashed at the back of your underwear drawer. You consider the thigh-high socks in your hand unsurely. You know Jared likes them, but you also know that wearing everything he likes puts him on his worst behavior. You remind yourself that you’ll have to be extra in control tonight as you slip the socks over your knees.

You turn off the lights and settle into the center of your queen-sized bed to wait for him. The rays of the full moon reach through the French doors to illuminate the inside of your bedroom in hues of pearly blue. You toy with the crucifix at your throat as anticipation builds. Your phone buzzes. He’s here.

You rush to the balcony just in time to see him climb the lattice. “Hello, Romeo,” you greet with a light laugh.

Jared rolls his eyes as he hoists himself up to the second story. He pauses to press his mouth over yours. He tastes like mint chewing gum. “Did my heart love till now?”

“Someone’s been practicing their lines. I’m impressed.” You break away and move back inside.

“No, I’m impressed,” he says, following after you and openly checking you out. “Am I hallucinating, or is the Virgin Mary wearing thigh highs?”

Your mouth drops open in offense to the nickname that’s followed you around since you were old enough to date. You’re not ashamed of your virgin status, but you don’t like being ridiculed for it. Jared knows it annoys you, which is why he says it. “Stop,” you chastise, slapping him playfully on the chest.

He catches your wrist and doesn’t let go. His smirk is wolfish. “Make me.”

The backs of your legs brush against the bed. Apprehension tightens your smile and you put some force into pushing him back. “You know I can’t make you do anything. I can only ask nicely and hope you love me enough to listen.” You exaggeratedly flutter your lashes.

“Fine, I’ll stop,” he swears, backing off and taking a seat on the edge of your bed. “Though if you want everyone else to stop saying it, you could always just, y’know, not be a Virgin Mary.”

This time your smile is forced. You keep it up just to avoid making the situation awkward. “Ha-ha. Now get your book out. I don’t want to look stupid tomorrow, and we’ve barely rehearsed.”

You plop down on your vanity chair and open Romeo and Juliet to where the two of you’d left off a week ago. When you glance up, it’s to find Jared staring at you with his brows cinched.

“You’re serious?”

You shake your head, not following. “We’re presenting tomorrow.”

“Who cares? Weaver wouldn’t fail us even if we read straight from the freakin’ book. He’s too afraid of our parents to give either of us anything but an ‘A’.”

“That’s not the--” You cut yourself off, because your voice is rising to a volume that might wake one of your sisters down the hall. You move past your annoyance and lower it. “That’s not the point. Don’t you have any integrity?”

“Integrity,” he scoffs, running his hand through his perfectly tousled chestnut hair. “Why don’t you bend over so I can help you get that stick out of your ass?”

You fling your copy of Romeo and Juliet at him. It misses and lands with a sad flop in the center of your rug. “Get out,” you seethe.

Jared glances between the book and you in disbelief. It takes much too long before it sinks in that you’re serious. When it does, his demeanor changes entirely. He lifts himself from the bed and approaches you with open arms. “Babe, come on. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I just forgot my book at home.”

“I don’t care.” You’re standing too because you don’t like him looming over you when you’re arguing. You can’t do anything about the difference in height, but at least this way you feel like you’re trying.

He does what he always does to mollify you, and wraps you in a bear hug. His biceps nearly crush your head as he presses your face into his chest and buries his nose in your hair. He twists you gently in a side-to-side rocking motion, and you grudgingly wrap your arms around his waist to keep your balance.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to see you, that’s all. I didn’t think you were serious about studying.”

“I’m always serious about studying.”

He huffs a laugh against your forehead as he tilts your head back. “Yeah, well sometimes I just want you to be serious about me. I mean, I’ve been thinking about you all day, and you’re up here in your castle thinking about Romeo.”

“You are Romeo,” you sigh as he begins to lay soft kisses at your temple. “Or you were supposed to be.”

“Hey, if wearing tights and speaking in iambic pentameter is what gets you hot, then I’m game.”

The image pulls a smile from you. “You really don’t have to try that hard.”

“Yeah, I really do.”

His lips close over yours and his hands immediately drop to your hips so he can guide you towards the bed. He pulls you down with him so you’re on top, your knees bunching in the comforter around his hips. You lift yourself up while you kiss him, but his hands force your hips back down against his and he holds you there. The front of his jeans press uncomfortably between your thighs.

“Jared, wait a sec,” you request as his hands slip around to your ass.

He ignores you. Instead, he rolls his hips upwards so you can feel his arousal. The sensation gets you flustered, but not in the way he wants. The swell of him between your thighs is daunting. Anxiety snuffs the warm kindling of excitement in your gut.

As he speaks, he peppers tiny kisses along your jawline. One of his hands drops to your thigh and his fingertips trace the peek of skin above your socks. His mouth is beneath your ear. “I’m not doing anything bad, am I?”

The flush that darkens your skin is indignant. His question steals the wind from your sails because he’s not really doing anything bad yet. “No, but you’re…” You glance at his crotch shyly.

When his ochre eyes meet yours, they’re taunting. “I can’t really help that.”

You don’t know how true that is. He isn’t your first boyfriend, but he’s the first one you’ve been so intimate with. He knows this, and sometimes you wonder if he’s taking advantage of your inexperience. The part of you that wants to trust him is hesitant to follow that train of thought. You don’t want to feel betrayed, so you comfortably couch yourself in denial.

His hands are on your hips again and you gasp as he pulls you back down to the bed so he can hover over you. The cloudlike softness of your mattress feels like a brick wall at your back when you’re forced against it like this. The arms he has braced at your shoulders are a cage.

“Jared, please don’t.”

“Don’t what?” He challenges playfully, running his hands beneath your silk cami to your waist.

Goosebumps rise against your skin. When he lowers himself to fit between your legs, you panic. This isn’t what you want. He hasn’t even been here ten minutes, and already he’s trying to get your clothes off. You feel cheap. The silk pajamas you put on to look pretty now make you feel ashamed. You regret the socks around your thighs.

“For beauty starved with her severity, cuts beauty off from all posterity,” Jared quotes softly. His thumb drags purposefully close to your breast. “Isn’t that right, Juliet?”

You don’t like him. The thought isn’t so much a realization as it is sudden acceptance. You’ve been skirting around this truth for quite some time, but you can no longer avoid it. Not while the boy who claims to love you is grinding himself into you despite your protests.

You don’t want this. You don’t want to associate him with the things you like. You want Romeo, not someone mimicking him as a way to get into your pants. His lust has violated every experience you’d once dreamed of holding dear; your first date, when you couldn’t pay attention to the movie because of the hand he kept over your thigh, your first kiss, which involved too much tongue, your self-worth, which he’s been whittling away at since the first time you told him you’re saving yourself and he took it as a challenge. You don’t want to be touched by these greedy, unaffectionate hands.

You try to push him off. “You should go home.”

He shakes his head, already angry. “Why?”

“I don’t want to do this.”

He doesn’t move. His weight, which is still bearing down heavily, hasn’t shifted. “Care Bear—“

“Please go.” You don’t want to suffer through hearing that stupid pet name. The one you once thought was endearing, but too late realized was just another way for him to manipulate your feelings.

The fragile trust you have in him shatters when he just presses into you further and lowers his mouth to yours. The kiss is suffocating. His lips are a muzzle that quiet your protests, his tongue a gag which chokes you silent. He’s rubbing his hardness into you, and the only heat you feel between your legs is caused by chafing.

“Hail Mary.” The safe word leaves you on a rushing, shaky breath when he breaks away to drag his mouth below your chin. You’re still pushing against his chest, but you’re no match for his athlete frame. “Jared, stop--”

“Calm down, babe. I’m not doing anything you don’t actually want,” he says, finally lifting himself off you so he can stand to pull off his shirt. “Even if God is guilt tripping you into saying otherwise.”

He stills just when he begins to unzip his jeans.

You blink up at the ceiling. Just like that, you’re now aware that you’re dreaming. It’s as if you’ve half woken up, but your body is stuck in fantasy. You glance at your ex-boyfriend standing at your feet to find him frozen, that lecherous smirk on his face. You feel disgusted, but the swell of panic calms. This isn’t real.

A familiar voice cuts the quiet. “He’s charming.”

You scramble to sit up. Your eyes lock on the man approaching the bed. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s your dream,” Michael says, dragging his eyes over you. You’ve forgotten to readjust your clothes, and his gaze pauses on the exposed curve of your waist. “You tell me.”

“I don’t know.” It’s a knee-jerk response. You do know why he’s here. He was the last thing you were thinking of when you fell asleep, just like he’ll be the first thing on your mind when you wake.

He smirks at you like he knows this, before moving to Jared’s side. It isn’t until that moment that you realize how odd Michael Langdon’s appearance is as he stands in contrast to your cookie cutter ex-boyfriend. Gorgeous, but odd; the long gold hair, the hint of red shadow on his lids, the antiquated dark clothing and the sparkle of expensive rings. He’s almost vampiric, and you find yourself once again drawn in by the allure of his dangerous confidence.

“Surely you could’ve done better than this.” His judgmental gaze roves over Jared’s body like an esteemed art critic assessing the work of an amateur.

Somehow you manage to be offended. You know he’s referring to Jared’s stunningly vile personality. However, your response transforms halfway up your throat as you watch him pull Jared’s wallet from his back pocket and open it. Three square foils are tossed on the bed at your feet.

“Did you know he carried these with him?” Michael questions with the crisp calm of someone holding back a smile.

You shake your head. You thought you’d put these feelings to rest, but a new wave of remorse washes through you and you angrily shove the condoms off the bed so you don’t have to look at them. “This is a dream, so it doesn’t matter.”

Even as you say this, you know it’s true. Jared never did believe that you’d stay a virgin until marriage. Of course he’d be prepared. Heat flashes over your eyes and you squeeze them shut. You just want to wake up.

“What happened next?”

Your head snaps up when you feel the bed dip. Michael has taken a seat beside you. He’s close enough that you can smell him again. Cinnamon and smoke; it calms you and you unconsciously lean closer.

“He kept ignoring me, so I kicked him in the groin.” That part of the memory you still enjoy reflecting on. “Long story short, we broke up and I never spoke to him again.”

“Fear doesn’t paralyze you.” It’s not a question. He has a peculiar habit of narrating the things he learns about you and approves of, converting observation into praise. It makes you feel good.

“There aren’t many other options. Fight or flight, right?” You lift one of your legs to display your lack of muscle definition. “And I’ve never been much of a runner.”

“That doesn’t make you a fighter.” His eyes drop to your legs and you can feel the focus of his gaze on the peek of skin exposed above your socks. “There is a third option.”

“Is there?”

“Surrender.”

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Right Here, Right Now - Klaus Mikaelson

//Requested:  hello, idk if you do crossover but could you write imagine where used to date dean winchester but later they broke up and she moved to new orleans and klaus takes a liking in her? thanks //

//Disclaimer: I don’t watch Supernatural so this is simply a name drop. The anon who requested it is OK with it so let’s proceed.//

//Warnings: Some talks of a breakup. Tag List: @simonsaysyasss @akshi8278 @aomi-nabi//

//Part Two//

Things were never simple, especially when you were with Dean. He wasn't a normal guy, and neither was his brother. Together, they were a supernatural hunting team. And sometimes, it put you in harm's way. Dean swore that he would protect you, that nothing would ever hurt you, but you couldn't risk it. After all, Dean was human. He could die just as easily as you could. So you left.

You left Dean and left your old home to move with your cousin in New Orleans. You knew a change of scenery would be the best option for you, or else you'd run back to Dean the first chance you got.

You sat on the patio of your cousin's work, waiting for her shift to end. She was a bartender at the local hot spot, Rousseau's. Everyone loved her and everyone was her friend. And you weren’t at all surprised. Growing up, she was always the better of you two. The sugar to your spice. Over time though, your spice didn’t kick the same.

“Bit lonely out here, isn’t it Love?” Someone suddenly asked, snapping you from your day dreams. Without necessarily trying to, you were thinking about that last day with Dean, the day you broke his heart. But you knew you couldn’t look back. You couldn’t let yourself reminisce anymore.

“Huh?” You said as you look up, taken aback by his looks.

He was effortlessly beautiful. His eyebrows were quirked, a smirk of amusement tugged his lips. His hands were neatly clasped behind his back and he radiated confidence. His eyes were a mesmerizing blue-green, seemingly hiding some mischief behind them. You were intrigued to say the least.

“May I?” He asked, gesturing to the seat next you.

“By all means..” You replied, sitting up a little straighter. “God knows I need to take my mind off things... I’m Y/N, by the way. Even though you didn’t ask..”

“Klaus.” He nodded with a small smile. “You’re not from here, are you?”

“That obvious, huh?” You chuckled. “But no, actually I’m not. Well, kind of. I grew up here with my cousins before my parents decided to pack up and get out of New Orleans.. It’s always been my favorite place to be though, no matter how far away we went.”

“Your cousin?” He questioned. “Is that who you’re staying with?”

“Mhmm. She’s the bartender here.. Camille? You know her?”

He laughed a little, glancing to the door and back to you. “I do, actually. She’s a friend of mine, believe it or not.”

“Wow.. Never would’ve guessed that, actually.”

“Well, now I’m offended.” He said with mock offense. “Is it cause I’m devilishly handsome? It’s a curse really.”

“Oh yeah, I bet it is.” You teased. “No, I just meant that you don’t seem like you’d be friends with her. She’s everything good about the world rolled into one soul, y’know? But you... You’re different than anyone I’ve ever met.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I’m not sure.” You said honestly. “For all I know, the devil takes human form in Klaus...” You trailed off, hoping he’d fill in the obvious blank.

“Mikaelson.” He nodded proudly.

For some reason, that name was familiar. Klaus Mikaelson. Was he an associate of Dean’s? Was he someone Dean had hunted? Should you know that name? But then it hit you like a ton of bricks. You had read that name in one of Dean’s thousands of books. But he was a myth... Wasn’t he?

“Niklaus Mikaelson, commonly under the alias ‘Klaus’, the equivalent to the devil’s darkest desires, walked the earth when the earth was new. He is said to have more power than any creature in existence, for he is a whole new beast. No man will conquer the Hybrid.” You quoted the book and watched his ears perk up, his eyes widened. 

“Ah... So you’ve heard of me?” He smirked devilishly.

“You were a myth... A vampire-werewolf hybrid was a myth.” You explained.

“I’m quite real, Love. See?” He said plainly, taking your hand as if to prove he was actually sitting in front of you.

“That’s...” You paused, searching your vocabulary for a word that could do this feeling in the pit of your stomach justice. “Amazing.” You settled on.

“You’re not afraid?” He asked curiously. You couldn’t tell if he wanted you to be afraid or if he was relieved that you weren’t. Either way, you weren’t. You wondered if maybe you should’ve been, but at the same time, you knew you had no reason to be. You hadn’t wronged Klaus in anyway. He had no reason to hurt you. So what was there to be afraid of?

“Are the stories true?” You asked eagerly. “Did you really wipe out an entire pack and then some back East to build a hybrid army?”

He chuckled and released your hand. One hand came under his chin and the other waved through the air, as if to say it was no big deal.

“That is badass!” You exclaimed in excitement. “I always thought it was impossible to mix a werewolf and a vampire.” You said in a more modest tone of voice. “So how did that happen?”

“My mother had an affair with a neighboring tribe and the man happened to be a werewolf. So, I was born as not only the bastard, but a werewolf. She created us vampires through a spell, to protect us from said werewolves.” He explained simply.

“And the curse has to be activated, right? Take a life and become a ‘slave to the moon’ and all that?” You asked, putting air quotes around a few words.

“Yes, and once I fed for the first time, it triggers the other part of me. My mother did yet another spell on me to force my wolf side to lay dormant until I freed it.” He finished  and glanced at your face to gauge your reaction. Maybe he was hoping to scare you off, or entice you into his life more.

“Dude..” You said in awe. “There are so many people that won’t even say your name in public. They act like you’re Beetlejuice or something.”

“Nonsense.” He shook his head with a small smile. “I’d never wear such tacky stripes.”

“Could you imagine?” You laughed. “Oh my god, yeah, I don’t think you’d look good in blocky, vertical stripes. Sorry, buddy.”

“What do you mean? Devilishly handsome, remember?” He joked.

You burst out in laughter again, genuinely happy. You didn’t think you could happy after you left Dean, not this soon at least. Something in your eyes must’ve given that away because the next question from Klaus practically called you out on it.

“What are you running from?” He asked, more to himself than to you, as if he was still trying to figure you out. “So, what brings you to New Orleans?” He asked, a little louder than before.

“Dean Winchester.” You sighed, a smile staying on your face when remembering him. “He was my boyfriend, of a long time. But I broke up with him... He was great, don’t get me wrong. But I couldn’t stand by him and live his lifestyle anymore. I couldn’t have him worrying about me over himself anymore.”

“What was he?” 

“A hunter... Anything and everything supernatural, alongside his brother. The family business, I guess... I don’t know, at the end of the day I loved him and I still do. It’s just... exhausting being with someone who knows they’re mortal but who acts like they’re invincible.”

“Hey, Y/N/N.. Oh, Klaus...” Camille said, suddenly at your side. “Is he bothering you?”

“Not at all.” You smiled genuinely. “He was keeping me company, actually.”

“See, Camille?” He said with a joking smile. “I’m great with new people.”

“You hate people.” She argued with an amused eye roll.

“Nonsense, I love people.” He shook his head.

“Anyways. I’ll be done in a few minutes, I promise.” She told you.

“Take your time, Cousin. Klaus isn’t too bad.” You replied as she was called back inside.

“How do you know Cami?” You asked once she was out of earshot.

“My friend, Marcel, had a bit of a crush on her not too long ago. We invited her to a family party for him and they didn’t really spark anything exciting. In my efforts to get her to notice him, her and I became friends.” He explained.

“Cause that happens, all the time.” You nodded, trying to keep your sarcastic smile back.

“You’ve got your wits about you, don’t you?” He said in amusement.

“Cami was always the sugar, I was the spice.” You shrugged, slightly proud of how quick you could combat with your words.

“You know, I think you’d get along well with my younger brother, Kol. He’s an absolute ass but I think you two would be great friends.” He said with some admiration. 

“Cause I’m an absolute ass too, yeah?” You joked.

“Seems that way.” He teased in return.

“Oh, that one hurt.” You faked offense. “Maybe you’re really not a people person.”

“Poppycock!” He exclaimed and you tried so hard to maintain a straight face.

“Who says that?!” You managed through your laughter.

“You know, Y/N,“ He said gently. “I’d love to see you again.”

“Are you asking me on a date, Mr. Big Bad Wolf?” You teased with a smile.

“Seems that way.” He smiled in return. “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met before...”

“Well, since I’m oh so special, I’d like that.” You nodded and exchanged phone numbers before leaving the patio with your cousin. As Klaus returned to his house, he couldn’t help but look at the new contact with your name and smile. He had the most mundane exchange with the most extraordinary girl.

She talked your ear off all night with what she knew about Klaus, both what he had told her and what she had figured out on her own. She said he was troubled, closed off, and had plenty of emotional baggage to spare. But he was interested in you. And apparently, he wouldn’t stop until you either told him to buzz off or he has you by his side. Either way, you were excited to see where it would go.