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countrymusiclover · 2 years ago

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50 - I Forever, I Do

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Part 51

Gemini Runaway

Warning - mature content in this chapter. 18 +, don't read past the red warning if you are not comfortable

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Someone jumped onto my bed this morning where I screamed almost falling on the floor getting thrown around. Sitting upright I glared down at my twin brother Jacob seeing that he was grinning brightly at me. “Jacob, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“Being here for your wedding day silly butt.” He sat up with his knees to his chest.

Slumping my shoulders I sighed, shocked that he was actually here. We still hadn’t talked since I had used a sleeping spell to keep him safe after facing off against Mikael. “Jacob, look I’m sorry about what I did to you. But it was to protect you-“

“Rae, it’s fine. We’ll talk about that later. Today is about you and you're marrying Klaus Mikaelson.” He held his hands up in surrender. He climbed from the bed offering me his hands tugging me up with me grinning brightly.

Squeezing his hands in mine, my eyes shifted to the wedding dress handing on the door. “Well thank you for being here. I really couldn’t imagine you not. Have you seen dad here too?”

“Yeah he’s waiting out in the hall for when you are ready. I’ll be in charge of the girls.” He responded back heading over and opening the door revealing Caroline and Rebekah grinning brightly.

Rebekah shut the door with the heel of her boot once my brother left the room. “Okay so we only have a few hours before this whole thing goes down.”

“But first some champagne.” Caroline handed me a glass popping the cork off the bottle.

“And to one day of no Mikaelson family drama.” Raising my glass in the air we all clinked our glasses together downing the drink. It took us about three hours to get me ready to put the dress on since Caroline and Bex couldn’t settle on the same hair style. We ended up leaving most of my hair loose with some curls done up in it.

Two strands of my hair were clipped back with a gold pin. I had my cowgirl boots underneath the dress with the linked ring from Nik on my right ring finger now since I would be getting a new ring on my left. Someone knocked on the door peeking inside. “Are you ready, babygirl?”

“Yeah dad I think I am.” Looping my arm through the other two vampires left the room leaving us time alone.

He paused in his step reaching inside his suit pocket revealing a necklace handing from his hand. “I went through your mothers things and I came across this. She told me once that it belonged to her mother and that she wore it on her wedding day. Then she wore it so I knew she would pass it down to you.”

“Oh dad, it’s beautiful….I miss her.” Holding it in between my fingers he clipped it standing behind me when I viewed it in the mirror. It was a simple pearl necklace that I had only seen in one picture in my whole life.

He squeezed my shoulder offering his hand where I took it, looping our arms together again. “So do I, Raelyn. But she is with you and J. Always and forever.” He replied, starting to walk me down the stairs. Once we reached the bottom I saw Caroline, Rebekah, Cami and Davina in their places as bridesmaids. Stefan, Elijah, Kol and finally my brother Jacob on the other side. Damon was the one standing in the middle with Klaus.

My father kissed my forehead placing my hand in Nik's seeing slight confusion on my face that Damon would be performing the ceremony. "He insisted that no one else would do a better job than him. I’ll let him if you don’t mind even though I could have just compelled someone."

“No, no, it’s perfect. That way it’ll only be family here.” I told him nodding in the direction of the eldest Salvatore.

"Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to witness the joining of these two epic lovebirds in official matrimony. The crazy immortal hybrid Klaus Mikaelson and the little siphon witch who threw me off his front porch the first day we met, Raelyn Lane. But before we begin, if anyone has any objections to this union, please speak now or forever hold your peace." Nobody said anything so he nodded, keeping the ceremony going. "Go ahead with the vows then you two."

"Niklaus Mikaelson, I love you. I never had any romantic relationship until I met you. You have been my first through everything in my life and I adore that. I know that everyone needs to quack in fear at the sound of your name but I never have. If anything we both know that you could quit, possibly be afraid of me more than anything. You have been nothing but kind, loyal, honest and trusting of me and my wants. I have gotten to see the other side of you that you bury deep down, the side of you that is capable of love and that is the man that I am grateful to call my husband and the father of our beautiful daughters." Taking his hands in mine I sucked in a breath praying that I could get through this without crying.

A smile plastered on his face as he spoke, almost making me burst into tears. "Raelyn, I was against love. It was easier for me to believe that vampires couldn’t love but that wasn’t possible when I walked into the Mystic Grill and you literally threw me against the wall for simply asking your name.” Some people began laughing alongside me remembering that exact day in the back of my mind. “And yet somehow I managed to find your light in the sea of darkness of my life. I love your heart, your smile, the way you can be fierce and gentle at the same time. You will always be a queen to me forever and always. I’ll love you forever, Rae.”

Damon wiped away some tears clearing his throat. "Wow, I didn’t think I was gonna cry today. Anyway…uh Jacob the rings.”

My brother walked up handing me a black ring band with some gold lines engraved in it for Nik. Then he gave him our grandmother’s golden ring, stepping back beside the other groomsmen. “Alright so, little siphon, do you take this hybrid to be your husband from this moment forward?”

“With this ring I forever I do.” Laughing through happy tears I slid the band on Klaus’s left ring finger.

Damon glanced at Klaus. “Hybrid, do you take this little siphon witch to be your wife from this moment forward?”

“With this ring I forever I do.” Klaus declares shifting his gaze from mine and down to the ring. He slides the ring on my left hand lifting his gaze back up to mine and holding his gaze strongly smirking.

Damon put his hand on our hands pushing them together where we both chuckled intertwining our hands together tightly almost like we couldn’t believe it until he declared the words to us. “With the power recently vested in me by the Commonwealth of Virginia, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride, hybrid."

Without waiting any longer I fling my arms around Nik's neck crashing my lips onto his. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me as close as I could get. Moving one of my hands into his hair deepened the kiss. “Girls now.” Davina whispered down to our three baby girls who were sitting by my father.

“What are you - oh my gosh.” I asked her before they held hands and we both lifted our heads upwards. Magically light red rose petals began falling even though we were inside the main entrance of the compound.

Klaus chuckled, wrapping his arms a little tighter around my waist tugging me against his comfortable embrace. “I figured you would enjoy that little touch. The harvest witch said it was an easy spell to teach toddlers.”

“Thank you, Mr. Mikaelson.” Smiling into his blue eyes I kissed him quickly.

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Mikaelson.” He kissed the crown of my head letting everyone else start heading down to Roussos since we had paid for Cami to leave an open bar agreeing to pay the other bartenders that were working her shift extra.

Klaus and I intertwined our hands together entering the bar causing everyone to clap and cheer loudly. I couldn't stop grinning, especially when I recognized a certain lock of dark brown hair rushing through the crowd all in a breath. "Rae Rae, oh hi. I wasn't sure I was going to make it but then Caroline told me she had compelled me to get a plane ticket here. I'm so happy for you."

"Josette, oh! I can't believe she managed to get you here." Wrapping my arms around her in a hug she giggled breaking the embrace.

She glared at Nik sternly. "Listen here mister. If you hurt her in any way possible I will personally make your life a living hell. Do you understand me?"

"Yes I do, Josette." He nodded with a smile.

She threw her hands up scoffing. "Oh please call me Jo. We're family now after all."

Taking his hand in mine he grinned down at me leading me to the open dance floor. Perfectly in sync my hands and his went exactly where they were supposed to as Davina began playing a song through the bar. "Remember if you step on my feet it won't matter. I'll be here to catch you for eternity, Rae." He reassured me, twirling me out and back into his chest causing the white dress to fly up into the air.

"I know and I will be here to show you love forever and always…let's try the twirling again." I chuckled remembering when I tried at the Mikealson's ball it didn't go well. He smirked bending his head down underneath my arm with me twirling him out and then back in almost falling on the ground. Thankfully he was faster and managed to catch me before we could hit the ground.

Someone held up a microphone getting everyone's attention where we glanced over seeing that Damon had the microphone. "Oh this should be good." Nik mutters under his breath.

"Okay so wow how can I start this speech any other way then just saying wow. When I met Klaus Mikaelson I hated the guy and I still find him irritating at times too. But regardless I can say that I am happy he has found someone who can kick his ass when he needs it. Raelyn, you better keep him in line and keep him happy." He raised his glass in the air. "To the bride and groom - oh and under no circumstances am I ever hugging him again like we did on that camping trip."

Nik and I, including everyone that was there that night began laughing at the memory when he handed the microphone over to Davina. "Klaus, you know we have a love and hate relationship. Raelyn, as for you, I am stunned that you managed to make him more human. When we met you could have been mean to me yet you weren't. So thanks for being my friend and including me on your special day."

"Alright my turn. Raelyn, you are an amazing friend. And I know that Klaus will always treat you right. I hope that you will bring the triplets to town sometime. And I have to admit that Rebekah and I clearly know how to plan a pretty great wedding. To the bride and groom." Caroline raised her glass and we all took a drink with her.

Cami went up with Kol who had the microphone first. "Nik, you are the pain in my ass sometimes. But I'm glad you're happy. Keep him in line Raelyn."

"Raelyn, Klaus, thanks for giving me a chance to be in your lives. Although I do wish that I could get paid as the family therapist but that's just a dream. Anyway enjoy yourselves and your kids are adorable."

Rebekah walked up smiling proudly. "Nik, being related to you has some disadvantages but you are loyal and I know that Raelyn will straighten you out. I can't believe I get to now say I have a sister. Because even though I love my brothers, us girls have to stick together. Now raise a glass to the crazy couple because if you know anything of what they have been doing recently you can have no doubt there will be baby number four shortly."

"Hey ya'll, I'm Raelyn’s brother if you don’t know me." Jacob waved his hand, taking the microphone from Bex. "I haven't been around a lot so I can't speak for Klaus. But, I do know my twin sister though. She can be a handful but who can't say that about a sibling. Rae, I owe you and our mom my life. I hope you have the best one you can. I'll always raise a glass and go partying with either of you. To the bride and groom…now Jo."

Nik and I both turned out heads following where he was pointing before she shoved some cake in our faces making everyone laugh. "Sorry cuz I couldn't resist." She laughed, grinning from ear to ear.

Klaus and I were basically dragging the other through the compound even though we were both vampires. We weren't really thinking about anything else but being together. Kicking open the door I looked into his eyes grinning. "So Mr. Mikaelson, can you believe we're here finally?"

"I certainly wouldn't if I wasn't holding you in my arms right now, Raelyn Mikaelson." He responded back wrapping his arms around my waist.

Resting my hands on his chest I smirked. "Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

"You have no idea, love." He replied brightly, staring down at me, capturing my lips with his firmly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck kissing him back passionately. We began to walk backwards towards the bed and fell upon it. I glanced up at him lustfully, my eyes darkening in want, I began to run my hands down his chest moving them slowly towards his lower region.

Feeling bold I grabbed his member through his pants yanking on it, he broke the kiss growling at my actions. “Be patient, my love.”

I wrapped my legs around him, turning us over until I was on top. His eyes widened in shock at me not expecting to see this side of me.

I smirked down at him running my fingers down his chest and said. “ Tonight, I'm in control darling; now if you want to come you better be on your best behavior if not I will punish you. Understand the rules.”

"Fine. But you better hurry up before I tear that dress." Nik warned me.

"If you rip my dress I will find one of your daggers and use it on you!" I threatened him revealing my vampire fangs.

I cast a spell on him, holding him to the bed, making sure he couldn't move. “ Now, darling, we're going to need a safe word."

“ Red, “ He replied.

“ Tap on my thigh or says that word if it gets too much for you to handle “ I explained to him.

He nodded, “ Undress now.”

“You seem to misunderstand the rules, darling, “ I said, rolling my eyes at him. “ You're not in control here I am, you will listen to me and do as I say.”

“Rae, my love please.“ He pleaded with those deep puppy dog eyes.

“ I can't hear you, my love speak up “ I ordered, smirking at him.

“Please Rae," He pleaded for probably the first time in his immortal life.

“Not good enough,“ I said in a chirpy voice. “You can do better than that, Nik."

“Bloody hell, Raelyn please let me see you “ He begged, tears welling in his eyes.

“Alright, my darling, “ I smirked down at the hybrid. “See now that's how you properly beg."

I stood up slowly dispatching off my wedding dress, I unzipped it letting it fall to the ground and stepped out of it. Removing the clip from my hair I kicked my shoes off at the same time. Watching his gaze never break away from me.

“ You like? “ I asked, glancing at him.

He smirked. "You know I already do."

I leaned down in front of him grabbing at his buckled pants pulling the belt off him throwing it across the room. I smirked at him pulling down his trousers along with his briefs, ripping it off of him and tossing it across the room along with the rest of our clothes.

I grabbed his member in my hand, rubbing it up and down softly. Low moans began to escape from the hybrid’s mouth. “ Faster.” He demanded.

I pulled my hand away causing him to growl at me. “I told you, darling, you are not in control of this. I will decide if you should be rewarded or not."

Walking away from him, I reached behind my back undoing the clips of my bra letting it fall to the ground and slid my panties off letting them hit the floor.

I walked towards him again swaying my hips as I did, climbing on him I began to rock my hips down upon his, my clit brushing against his. I let out a moan enjoying the feeling of us together like this. I rolled my hips against him again, speeding up my movements. “ Oh, god you feel so good, Nik.“ I whimpered, moving my hips up and down against his rock hard member.

"Raelyn, undo this ridiculous spell already…"

“No, you get to be Alpha all the time.“ I moaned out, rocking my hips quicker.

I started to bounce up and down against him, scratching my nails down on his chest as I picked up the pace. “ Oh, Oh, Oh, gods, Nik! “ I moaned out as I felt my release come over me, my legs began to shake.

“ My love , please “ He moaned out, rocking his hips back. “ Enough of this torture already, let me have you. “ Undo this spell.”

I ignored his words slamming my hips down against him again, enjoying this too much. My release came quicker than expected much to my disappointment, I stopped my movements for a moment glancing up at him seeing the lustful look on his face.

“I think you deserve a reward now, don't you? “ I asked, bringing a hand down upon his check, stroking it gently.

"Undo the spell, Raelyn." His blue eyes poured into mine where I leaned down kissing him deeply. He leans forward aa much as he was allowed growling into the heated kiss.

I pulled away, breaking the kiss glancing at him, “ You didn't answer my question, darling.”

"I want you, Raelyn. I want to be free from this bloody spell. I want to make love to you!" He responded sternly where I could hear his voice croaking as he struggled to break free.

“ Darling, we just started to play, “ I teased him, running my hands down his clothed chest. Snapping my fingers, I removed his shirt quickly with my magic.

“Now, darling, be a good boy." I ordered, starting to rock my hips against his once more while running my fingers down his chest. Crashing my lips onto his moving my hands up threading my fingers into his dirty blonde hair.

Klaus kissed me back with as much passion as he could manage being bond by me. He couldn't stand another second being unable to be closer to her. Thankfully I raised one hand waving it in the air finally undoing the spell. "Klaus!" I squealed when he didn't waste any time vamping me directly onto my back pinning my hands above my head.

"It's my turn now, siphon queen." He devilishly smirked smashing his lips onto mine. He drew back where I scanned his face seeing his smirk just grow. I knew we were in for a long night.

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zodiyack · 4 years ago

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In Regards Of My Ex

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst

Words: 2,125

Summary: Niklaus believes deceitful gossip from Aurora De Martel about his wife and takes his anger out on her. As a result, Y/n leaves and finds comfort with Cami and Davina, who call in backup to confront the big bad hybrid about his big bad dumbassery.

Note: I’ve been in a fluffy mood as of recently HOWEVER this idea was sparked when I was feeling angsty™ so...sorry but also not sorry?

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @simonsbluee, @darling-i-read-it, @jenepleurepasbaby, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @dpaccione

Masterlist | The Originals Masterlist

Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

“That wife of yours has been sneaking around with my brother. Breaking more hearts than just yours from what I can see.”

“I suppose some people just can’t see the worthiness of the king in front of them. If I were your wife, I wouldn’t be like Y/n. I’d be committed you and never give you fib tales like her.”

“You are aware that Y/n has been plotting something nefarious against you, aren’t you?”

“I know you wanted to marry someone just as sinister as you, but perhaps you should’ve checked where her loyalty lied before tying that knot.”

Aurora fed him stories such as these, and many more, each conclusion of the lies spewing from her mouth something appalling about Y/n. At first, Klaus didn’t listen, but as her stories grew worse and worse, the faux feeling of treachery intensified. He knew it was unwise to believe anything that came from the spiteful, jealous woman...yet, his distress caused pain to strike his heart and he yearned to know the truth.

Although, in this case, the “truth” wasn’t actually very truthful.

She often told him things like that Lucien was going after his girl for the second time, first with her when she had her chance and now, his beloved wife. Klaus merely brushed it off with an honest “he tries and I’ll stake him first chance I get”. However, Aurora wasn’t finished yet. She continued to lie and deceive Niklaus about the woman who she accused of replacing her in his life. The envy and loathing Aurora felt for Y/n was her motivator, but the woman was too far up a wall to need one in the first place.

“Are you telling me the truth?” He growled, keeping his eyes trained at the wall in front of them.

“Why do you ask?”

“I need to know I can trust your bold claims. So answer me, Aurora, are you telling me the truth?”

That smug little grin, masking her deluding ways. “Of course, Nik. I would never lie to you.” Her welcome into his trust was unsurprisingly taken advantage of when she traced her finger down his arm and then brought her hand up his abdomen slowly. Klaus shoved her invasive hand off of his chest though, giving her a warning glare.

“Thank you for informing me.” That was all he said to her before he made his way out of the room in the most hurry she’d ever seen him in.

Aurora smiled conceitedly. Her plans were on the right track. Whilst Nik didn’t have the same feelings for her now as he did way back during the beginning of their story, but Aurora was determined to stir those feelings from the dead as vampirism did him and her.

She drawled under her breath, “I will have you again, Nik.” her mischievous smile grew wider, “I will have you again, and nothing can stop me this time.”

“Blasphemy!” Niklaus shouted, veins popping out from the rage coursing in his system. He neared Y/n again, the slight fear in her eyes drawing a pause for a second, guilt stilling him, but his anger took the reigns once more.

“It’s not blasphemy! I would never lie to you!”

“The falsity of your deception proves otherwise, love.” He smirked, raising his brows as to question if she would battle his words yet again. Proof was what he needed, but his vexation had drowned out all logic, including his ability to see the proof he wanted so desperately.

“What deception? What falsehood do you believe to have come from my mouth? When I married you, I vowed to be truthful and loyal. You of all people on this fucking earth should know I always keep a vow.” She narrowed her eyes at him. The betrayal he thought he felt was temporary and fabricated, but hers was 100% genuine and seething within her.

“You say that but if you were indeed an untrue person, your answer would be no different.”

“Why do you insist on proving me a traitor!? What has pushed you so far past your breaking point that you actually accuse me, your wife, as a viper?”

“Don’t you pretend like you don’t know the malicious schemes you’ve plotted against me or the affairs you’ve had with men who obviously aren’t your husband!” He couldn’t stop himself now; “I’ve loved you for centuries and you decide to be disloyal and ill-natured?!”

“Says who?!”

“Says Aurora!” After the words flew from his mouth, a tiny part of him realized just how fucked up it sounded. Just how fucked up it was that he believed her over his wife, but the hybrid was stubborn. He was too stubborn to change his belief or admit his fallacious accusations were unjust without proper evidence.

Y/n knew Aurora and Klaus’ story. Her knowledge of the ancient and long forgotten tale made her reaction thousands of times worse. “Aurora? ...Huh. You choose to believe her- that manipulative, lying bitch, over me? I thought you knew me better than that.” She wiped away a rebellious tear, “I thought I knew you better than that.”

Disappointment hung heavy on her features, drawing a feeling of shame from Klaus. Y/n glared at him one last time, her knitted brows and vaguely teary eyes evidence of the heavy-heartedness that overwhelmed her. She bit the inside of her mouth and shook her head disapprovingly before turning and walking out the front gate-doors of the Mikaelson mansion. Klaus was alone.

The sounds of Davina’s giggles echoed, Cami sitting in front of her and chuckling heartfully as well. Their laughter died off when they noticed Y/n sulking through the front doors of Rousseau's. The place was empty aside from the two women having drinks and a friendly chat. Then Y/n entered and found a seat. The atmosphere, once cheery, suddenly felt melancholy.

“Hey, Y/n, you alright?” Camille’s smile was wiped from her lips. She felt empathy for Klaus’ wife and, as a friendly person in general, she felt overcome with the need to help solve the complication that made her feel so down in the dumps.

“I’m-” She was ready to say fine, Davina and Cami knew it, but she broke down in tears before she could even shape an “o” with her lips. Both women jumped up immediately and sat in the seats beside Y/n. Though Davina couldn’t stand Klaus, she actually liked Y/n and seeing her hurt sent searing pain into her own heart.

“It’s okay, hun,” Cami wrapped an arm over Y/n’s shoulder, her other hand rubbing her other shoulder and arm comfortingly, “take as long as you need, there’s no pressure, no rush, none of that. We’ve got you.”

And so they did. The two women took turns holding Y/n as she cried, and before long, she was ready to talk. She explained Klaus’ anger and the source of their fight, the source of the fake news he’d lashed out because of. Davina and Cami shared a glance when Aurora was mentioned, both women already hating her but equally despising her even more now. Y/n sobbed, crying into Cami’s shoulder about wanting Klaus to just believe her. She said she loved him and because of that, she felt pained by his lack of belief in her.

“He’s not worth it if he can’t see how wrong that decision was-”

“I know, but he’s my husband. I vowed to love him always and forever, to never leave his side, and I intend to keep that vow...so long as he doesn’t do anything to fuck it up any more than he already has.”

The sun began to sink into the dark, not fully quite yet, but still creating it’s beautiful array of colors as a final act before disappearing for the night. About halfway through Y/n’s rant, Cami called Hayley and gave her a summary of what she knew so far. A promise of arriving as soon as she could was returned on Hayley’s end before the line went dead and Cami returned to the table.

Still not entirely after sunset yet, Hayley swung open the door to Rousseau's, catching Davina and Y/n off guard. Despite being the one who called her, Cami stayed seated. Y/n and the witch beside her exchanged confused expressions.

“Are you just gonna sit there or are you gonna tell me what the hell I need to do to Klaus?”

Y/n chuckled softly, wiping away more of the salty tears, before standing and walking over to Hayley, greeting her with a hug. “You don’t have to get involved if you don’t want to-”

“No, trust me, I have to and I want to.” She pulled away and dropped her warm smile, giving Y/n the most serious look she could muster. And as she was Hayley Marshall, it was effortlessly pretty fucking serious. “Now, I want you tell me everything,” the mom voice came out to play, “don’t leave a single detail out. Then, we can discuss what we’re going to do about it.”

“Where is he?”

Rebekah had been informed by the pissed off werewolf and bartender everything that had happened, resulting in her becoming equally upset. She welcomed Hayley inside the gates and nodded her head up the stairs. “I haven’t said anything to him, so you’ll be lucky enough to catch him by surprise.”

The werewolf nodded in understanding before pacing toward the stairs irritability. “Thanks.”

“Make it hurt!” Rebekah’s voice faded away as she walked out the gates, leaving Hayley alone to find Niklaus.

Atop the stairs, she found no sign of anyone whatsoever, but that was only on the outside. If Klaus happened to be inside on of the many rooms, she wouldn’t waste her time searching. Instead, she waited, leaning against the railing and doing a breathing exercise Y/n taught her during one lonely full-moon.

After minutes of waiting, Klaus finally walked out of a door and started for the stairs. It wasn’t longer than a minute before he stopped in his tracks and realized he’d missed something. He shot a double take in Hayley’s direction, a puzzled expression quickly finding way to his face. It seemed as though he was contemplating whether or not her unexpected appearance was a good thing or a bad thing.

When he seemingly couldn’t make up his mind, staring a few minutes longer, a heavy sigh left her mouth. She was ticked off with him before, but after hearing everything Y/n had to say, she was furious. No, more than furious. The blood boiling rage was incessantly pounding in her head, all she wanted was cause destruction and pain. A rare thing for her.

But now was not the time to lash out, not yet. She inhaled and exhaled, Hayley shifted on her feet and looked around before turning her head to Klaus and beckoned him over to her with a come-hither motion of her index finger.

“What is it?”

She looked at him, flabbergasted that he’d even ask a question as stupid as that, “What is it? What is it, Klaus?” Hayley slapped him, the man doubling back and blinking in astonishment. And not the good kind.

“How dare you lay your hands on me, you-”

“So you’re gonna yell at me now?” She crossed her arms, and unimpressed look resting upon her face. “You know, personally, I think Y/n is better off without you but she’s broken and has been bawling her eyes out nonstop for hours on end, drinking away all the pain that you’ve formed into a stake and shoved into her chest.”

He stopped, fury fleeing his face as he experienced what felt like her words body-slamming into him.

“And guess who’s been there to pick out the splinters?” She poked her finger against her chest over and over again. “Me!” Her eyes never left his, telling him just how sincere about this she really was. “Me! Cami- even Davina!” Hayley threw her hands in the air, emphasizing the shock that came with the information. “Rebekah’s on her way over now, and I’m sure Elijah will see to it that he comforts his sister-in-law as much as he can, but you?”

“I-”

She cut him off, temper still unquenched, thirsty for vengeance. “Let me finish.” She growled. Hayley looked around the room in attempt to calm herself, but it was to no avail.

“You got her into this mess. I just hope you get both of you guys out of it.” She flicked her eyes back to his, giving him her infamous dead eyed glare. “I really hope you do. And you better do it soon. Because I won’t be there to pick the splinters out for you when she realizes she doesn’t need your sorry ass.”

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marciego · 3 years ago

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51, 68, 1, 3, 54, 23, 44

woh that's a lot thank you so much!!

51. The most random episode of the show and why

i'm honestly really bad at remembering what happens in each episode so i couldn't tell what episode it was even if i tried, but i think that time ludmila had to act as a pig for a tv ad was pretty amazing in terms of "what in hell is going on here"

68. Your ultimate NOTP

if tomas is less than 5m away from violetta i get physically sick

1. Favorite first episode (1x01, 2x01, 3x01)

nostalgia wants me to say 01x01 but i think i'll go with 02x01!! it's just...so fun and seeing violetta this happy and open and herself makes me feel SO GOOD!! also i'll always remember when disney channel released the first few minutes of the ep a few days early and i was SO excited!! it stopped right after hoy somos mas and i watched it sooo many times, mostly in awe at how good the song was and how happy vilu was and how pretty naty ludmila and leon were (baby bisexual ass talking here)

SO YEAH 02x01 is just an amazing episode altogether and it makes me all excited every time i rewatch it

3. Best endgame couple

LEONETTA MY BELOVED they're to this day still a huge comfort ship for me, they're one of the first ships i've ever loved and when i feel bad i just start randomly watching some of their scenes!!

54. A couple you didn't picture being a thing at all until it happened

diecesca is the easy answer here but it's true that they kinda appeared out of nowhere, so yeah probably them, but i think they're cute!

44. Favorite season 1 episode

i hesitated a lot with 01x80 because nothing will ever top the s1 finale, but 01x35 just......feels so good, it's when leonetta start officially dating and they are SO CUTE, like all those glances in class? when gregorio has to call leon out because he can't help staring at her? camila fran and maxi being SO excited when vilu tells them she kissed leon? TE CREO?? especially te creo omg it's one of my favorite leonetta moments ever and just....they're everything to me and this episode perfectly captures early leonetta i love it SO MUCH

23. If you were to rewrite season 1, what would you change?

so i haven't rewatched s1 in a while so i might forget stuff but here are a few ideas

the temptation to just. write tomas out is huge lmao, but instead of doing that i'd have him actually face consequences for his actions. my main problem with tomas is not even his behaviour (even tho, yes, it is) but the way the narrative NEVER paints it as bad. i'd want the show to condemn his awful Nice Guy persona and have him get some actual development. i'd want him to properly apologize to vilu, ludmila and fran for what he put them through and honestly i think AT LEAST fran or ludmila should be allowed not to forgive him because what he did to them was just. unspeakable. i'd want him to realize how his actions were not ok and work to do better exactly the way leon did, maybe i wouldn't hate him that much if he actually did that

regarding the tomas/violetta thing, i'd want them to kiss way earlier so vilu could properly get closure way before the finale, and tomas would have time to realize it was time to move on as well, especially because for a looong time before they brought back the love triangle vilu was only thinking about leon so it didn't make any sense to give her closure AFTER all of that. so yeah, leonetta break up, something something, the tomas vilu kiss happens as a way to get closure and say goodbye to each other, tomas starts to move on, leonetta write podemos together in their dreams and even tho they don't go back together in s1 because they both need time alone and away from each other the telepathic dreams started so we're all good

speaking of men facing consequences for their actions, i want german to rot in hell for the way he treated jade. i want him NOT to cheat on her (especially when he didn't even really get angie's consent before kissing her lmao), i want him not to marry her out of...idk i don't even know why he was dating her when he clearly didn't feel anything for her, i want him to treat her like a person deserving of respect, but since it's probably too much to ask, i want the narrative not to paint this as normal because "oh well it's the evil girlfriend". jade was a victim all along and i'll die on this hill, yes she did bad things yes she often went too far but this woman had absolutely NOTHING in her life expect a toxic relationship with her brother, a toxic relationship with her fiancé, and a fucked up father so. i want the show to at least acknowledge that

also for the love of god i'd remove entirely broduey and federico's crushes on vilu AND fran and cami always trying to get their attention. and since disney are cowards and won't let camila be a lesbian can we PLEASE not have her relationship with broduey be based on lies and arguing all the time

i can't think of anything else but i'll edit this post if i do! tomas and german are my biggest complains about s1 so if i fixed how the narrative acted with them i'd probably be already very happy! thank you again for asking 💕

#since i got both an otp and a notp question i want to say #my hatred for tomas has nothing to do with my love for leonetta #even tho i obviously can't help but compare tomas to leon #those two are still two very different things in my mind

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kikis-writing-world · 4 years ago

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Hey beloved! Congrats on 300! Your talent seriously speaks for itself! I'm so excited to see what other works you make!

A little about me? My name is Camille (Cami). I consider myself a relatively small but mighty woman. I've got quite the bit of sass and sarcasm to back me up. I used to kickbox in a professional gym but have since stopped because my shoulders and knees said "no ��." Nowadays I spend my time writing, practicing calligraphy and drawing! When it comes to relationships, I'd say I'm either controlling or easy-going depending on the day. (Basically I'm A chaotic switch in and out of the bedroom—this is the official invite for you to make things spicy should you elect to 😂). There's really not any tropes I lean towards or against. I would say that I tend to think I don't have a romantic bone in my body BUT I'm a sucker for love letters so I guess that disproves my point 😂 I can't wait to see what you come up with! Congrats again! 💖

Oh wow, thank you so much 😳 I would ship you with Max Phillips. Yeah, he’s a douchebag, but he’s kinda your douchebag. You’re gonna sass and sarcasm him into submission (which he’s totally into, let’s be real) and if that doesn’t work, you’re just gonna pull out that kickboxing knowledge. You’re not gonna kill him with it, but you can definitely make him hurt for a minute. He’s a total switch in my book as well, so that works out. He’s happy to take control, but he’s also so happy to let you take control too.

You’re a sucker for love letters huh? Well I guess that means we’re putting you in a She Loves Me/You’ve Got Mail AU! You and Max work together and ooooh he drives you absolutely fucking crazy!!! He’s just the. worst. You’d stake him if it didn’t mean a mess of paperwork for HR. You make sure to give as good as you get though. If you have to put up with him, then he’s gonna have to put up with you too!

Because you’re so busy at work and haven’t had a chance to go out dating, you join a service where you’re sending messages anonymously. There’s a few guys you talk to but it fizzles out. However, the guy with user name CorpDrac and you have a lot in common: He talks about working a lot too, which is why he’s using the site. He reads in his spare time and is a big fan of classics. He tries to stay active, and he has a sarcastic wit that makes you laugh. You have no idea who he is, only signs his emails with M.

You finally arrange a meet-up with the guy, and of course Max asks you to work late. You flat out tell him no, but he says you have to. Well, when he leaves, so do you. You rush home to get ready, and grab the book you said you’d bring. M is supposed to recognize you because you bring a copy of Bram Stoker’s Dracula. When Max shows up, you beg him to go away because he’s going to scare off the guy you’re here to see - and how did he even know you left the office? How did he know where you were going?! He finally does leave, but CorpDrac never shows up.

You don’t go to work the next day and Max comes by your place. You’re annoyed and barely entertain him, asking him to leave. He apologizes for ruining your date and leaves you with some ice cream he brought for you. You kinda can’t believe he was being nice to you... which he continues to do for the next few days at work. It’s weird, and you almost wonder if he’s sick.

You message CorpDrac asking for a reason why he stood you up. He answers back that he got scared and that you’re too good for him. You’re hurt and annoyed, but try to push him from your mind... A day or two later Max asks for help with something on his computer. You’re looking over his shoulder and a window pops open to the site you’re on... it’s his homepage and his account is CorpDrac?!?! You’re shocked and you ask him why. He admits he didn’t know it was you until he went to the restaurant and then he felt awful. He realized he’d been treating you like shit and that you’d never want him the way he wants you. You’d never believe the side of him he showed in the letters over the corporate asshole he can be. You can see he’s being genuine and it surprises you. You admit you’ve been just as bad and ask if he’d like to give a date a try. He agrees and it’s actually a pretty freaking good date - even if you have to lay off the garlic a bit.

Post with the rules and possible tropes here. Join in the fun!

#66followers #66followers celebration #shipping games #houseofthirst #300 Followers Celebration

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kpoppywrites · 5 years ago

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The Wedding-(M)

Pairing TaehyungxOC (named)

Genres: romance, fluff, smut

Premise: Taehyung’s youngest sister is getting married. What she wants is what she gets. Though, there’s an early bump in the road regarding a meddling bridal consultant.

Word count: 6972

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“Don’t you think that’s a little…,”

“What’s wrong with it? Is it the price?”

“No.”

“Then what’s the problem? The consultant said it was really in these days and I love it!”

“The consultant doesn’t know what they’re talking about. Isn’t there something…I don’t know, a bit more traditional?”

“Taehyung, don’t big brother me.” She huffed.

“But I am your big brother.” He replied.

She rolled her eyes. “The consultant helped me pick it out and I like it. So unless you have a better idea, which I doubt given your questionable taste in fashion, this is the one I want.”

“Just where is this all-knowing bridal consultant?” He complained.

“All-knowing is a bit much, even for me. Nice to meet you, you must be the brother? I’m Camille.” She offered a hand, smiling.

Taehyung blinked for a moment before shaking her hand. “I am. Nice to meet you, too. But I have to say I’m not a fan.” He declared.

She raised an eyebrow.

“That dress is sheer! It’s a wedding!” Taehyung began.

“Yuna, why don’t you head back to the fitting room and put on your regular clothes? Seems he’s up for a chat?” Camille said, glancing at the bride.

“Don’t be rude. She loves that dress.” She complained as soon as the younger girl was out of ear shot.

“She said you picked it. So pick something different.” He reaffirmed.

“You’re being ridiculous.” Camille scoffed.

“I’m being reasonable! There are hundreds of dresses in here me you put her in a sheer wedding dress?” He replied, exasperated.

“It’s going to look different post alterations. In any case my job is to cater to the bride, not her wallet. So be a good credit card and spend. She picked that dress out of like fifty we tried on yesterday when you elected not to be present. I think she’s played the field. She’s a grown woman and she knows what she wants.”

“Look, I get that you have a job to do, I’m just asking you to do it—,” he began before she reappeared, dressed and ready to go.

“Tae, come on, don’t harass my bridal consultant. Thank you so much Camille, I’ll see you in a couple of months?” Yuna asked.

“Yes of course! Thank you for coming by again today. And thank you, Mr. Kim for making this all possible.” Camille replied, grinning.

“We’re not done discussing this but we should get going if we want to make lunch.” Taehyung sighed.

Camille smiled and waved. Working in a bridal shop, family opinions often ran rampant, but a little pushiness never hurt if it kept the bride’s opinion first and foremost. Despite his blatant dislike for the dress one thing came across very clear to Camille: Yuna gets what Yuna wants and Yuna? She really wanted that dress.

Taehyung seemed to do all but quietly agree in the days following. In his spare moments, her phone was ringing off the hook. Her office number, her cell number. So insistent on encouraging Yuna to reconsider.

She was over it by the third week and answered the phone on that Tuesday with the mind to lose the entire wedding just for the satisfaction of cursing him out.��

“Mr. Kim, what do you need?” She answered, flatly. “I hope now isn’t a bad time.” He replied.

“Depends on what you’re calling about.” Camille said, hoping to reign her irritation in just a little. “I know I’ve been giving you a hard time about the dress but this isn’t about that. You see, Yuna is becoming very particular about this wedding. I’m hoping to make things special for her. For that, I know she’ll expect me to dress to the theme like everyone else. I’ve been trying to figure out exactly how to do that. Her planner…, your mother…advised me to contact you. She said you also help dress members of the bridal family or party?”

He seemed genuinely unsure. Something she wasn’t quite familiar with hearing from him after weeks of him attempting to wear her down. In that instant, irritation melted away in exchange for the familiar excitement fashion brought to her.

“Yes, of course. When would you like to meet?”

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“It’s rare for you to be around during the week.” Mrs. Rose commented. “Yeah, I know. I came to see your book for the Yuna Kim wedding.” Camille explained.

“Oh? Sure. It’s in my study.” Her mother replied. She was reclining in the backyard near the pool. “Mom, why did you send him to me?” Cami asked.

“Because I know you can help. Is there anything else you need? I’m relaxing.” The elder woman replied.

“No, of course not. I’ll take a peek and then be on my way. I’ll be back Saturday night. Please tell Dad I said hello.” She said. “Mmhmm.” Mrs. Rose hummed. Camille rolled her eyes and headed inside.

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Taking a few pictures for reference, Camille headed home for the night. She was greeted at the door of her two bedroom apartment by Cairo, her beloved Russian blue tabby.

“Did you miss me, snookums? I’m a little later today. Let’s get you fed again, hmm?” She said, scooping him up and carrying him into the kitchen. She quickly prepared more food for him before washing her hands and getting started on her own. She had agreed to have Taehyung pick her up at 8 the next morning. If not for the fact that he’d been on her last nerve, she might be anxious. Instead she wondered how to get it over with as quickly as possible.

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After cooking dinner and showering, Camille crashed hard. It was fulfilling but exhausting being around all the anxious energy that came with brides and their parties.

Around seven the next morning she woke up and dug around to find clothes. Settling on a casual dress and heels, she grabbed her purse and headed down to the lobby after giving Cairo a bit of extra love.

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“You look nice. Thanks for uh, coming.” Taehyung said, clearing his throat. “Thank you. Just go to the nearest shopping center. I looked at the wedding book so I have a decent idea of a fitting look. Did you have anything in mind?” She asked.

“I mean, Yuna always complains about how I dress. I just don’t want the hissy fit that will come with me dressing the way I want to for her wedding.” He said. Camille chuckled. “I mean, your shoes are ugly but other than that I don’t think your style is bad.” She shrugged.

“I love these shoes.” He complained. “By label?” She teased.

“I’m starting to think you’re just mean. First you put my sister in a semi sheer wedding dress when I begged for modesty and now you make fun of my favorite pair of shoes.” He poked. She chuckled. “Okay, I’ll leave you be. Anyway, you said you’re an entertainer, are you willing to elaborate? You look a bit too squeaky for rock band.” Camille explained.

“Well, it’s a boy band.” He explained. “Ah, makes sense.” She nodded. “In what way?” He wondered. “Nothing. Just saying. Anyway, you’re really going all out for your sister’s wedding and I have to admire that.” Camille replied.

“You must get tired of hearing about weddings?” He asked. “No. Not really. I love wedding dresses and helping brides find them. It gives me a real sense of satisfaction.” She said. “That’s good then. Do you think it will take away from your own wedding?” He asked.

“I’m not concerned about that right now. I’m not having my own wedding anytime soon. For all I know, I could have been out of this job for years by the time that comes up.” She replied. “So you’re not seeing anyone? That’s a bit surprising.” He mumbled. “Yeah, until you get to know me maybe. What about you? Are you going to cry when you get married and your wife wears a semi-sheer wedding dress?” She teased.

Taehyung laughed. “Well, I don’t even have a girlfriend. It’s not as if I have reason to be concerned either.” He shrugged. “I see.”

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Arriving at the shopping mall, Taehyung pulled on a pair of large shades. “Are those really necessary?” She scoffed. “You would be surprised. Now lead the way.”

They started in an upscale department store. “Are you open to alterations? I think that since you’re so slim, getting whatever we pick tailored would be good.” Camille explained, holding one of the jackets up to his chest. “Whatever you suggest is fine.” He said.

“Okay. You have beautiful skin and it won’t clash with the wedding. I want to put you in blue or all black.” She said, thinking aloud. “Beautiful skin?” He grinned. “Yes. Your complexion is nice. I’m sure you know that though.” He replied. “Eh, where I come from its taken one of two ways. I don’t hear that often.” He replied.

“Oh, well, I guess we have that in common. You’re welcome.”

Taehyung was easy to dress because he did look good in so many things. She picked out a few different sets before sending him to the fitting room.

When he came out of the first few times she was mildly displeased and set him back. The fifth or sixth time, she was nearly stunned to silence. “Try this tie.” She said, offering it to him. He looked down at it. “You don’t like it?” She frowned. “No I just...can’t put it on.” He admitted, flushed. She chuckled.

“Oh, if that’s all it’s easy. I’ve assisted at enough weddings for this.” She replied, reading the tie around his neck. Taehyung looked down at her. She offered him a smile before focusing on tying everything and getting it straight.

Once she finished tying the tie, she smoothed down the front of his suit before stepping back and appraising the look. “This is it. Do you like it?” She asked. He turned to look in the mirror. “It’s nice.” He nodded. “Good. We’ll get shoes and then I’m going to take you to see our tailor.” She said. “Sounds good.” He grinned. Camille had really forgotten just how handsome he was when he was getting on her nerves. But now, it suddenly flooded back to her. “I’ll be looking in the shoe section. Bring that with you.”

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“That didn’t take very long.” Taehyung said, thoughtful.

“Did you expect it to?” She asked, mildly amused.

“I’m not sure. I just thought it would take longer than two hours. You work fast.” He mused.

“It’s a gift. Anyway, you don’t have to pay me for it. It’s not that big a deal.” Camille asked. “Can I at least treat you to lunch?” He wondered. “I can’t turn that down. I’m physically starving.” She replied. He laughed. “I know a good place.”

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“You seem to have a very vested interest in fashion.” Taehyung said.

“I wanted to be a designer. Things just didn’t pan out quite right.” She admitted.

“That’s a shame. What held you back?” He asked.

“Lots of things it just...wasn’t what I thought it was. I’m happy as things are now.” Cami expressed.

“That’s good then. So tell me, are you going to eat all that?” He teased, looking at her plate. “Me? Absolutely.”

Lunch was all laughs and jokes. Camille couldn’t remember the last time she had this much fun with someone who wasn’t one of her long time friends. She was almost a bit disappointed as everything wrapped up. Taehyung drove her home shortly after. “Hey, I don’t want to be weird about this but..., would you like to go to the wedding...with me?” Taehyung offered. “Would that get you in some kind of trouble?” She asked. “No.” He replied. “Then..., sure. Let’s do that.” Camille replied. “So I guess...I’ll see you when alterations are done?” Taehyung asked. “If you want.” She said, unsure. “I’ll call. Thanks again.”

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Taehyung didn’t call. Two weeks passed and Camille wondered what exactly had changed. Why he’d lied. With a resigned sigh, she reclined on the couch, Cairo curling himself up in his lap.

“You’re such a good boy. I’m so lucky to have you.” She cooed, scratching behind his ears. He purred. “I should take you to the park tomorrow, huh? You don’t get out much.” She sighed.

She turned on a movie and set her alarm. In no time at all, she was sleep.

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Alterations called two months after the suit had been dropped off. Camille was then tasked with contacting Taehyung. She texted him and they eventually agreed to meet there.

“Let’s get this over with. Try it on.” Camille urged. He looked like he wanted to say something but he held his tongue.

“Handsome boyfriend. Your mom never mentioned him.” The tailor, Mrs. Lin grinned. “He’s not my boyfriend. He’s the brother of one of our brides.” Camille quickly explained.

“Really? He has the look.” She replied.

“Occupational hazard. He’s a celebrity.” Camille replied.

“I know it’s been a couple of weeks but I still can’t tie this.” Taehyung commented, exiting the dressing room with the top of his shirt unbuttoned and the tie lying across his neck.

Camille stepped forward to quickly remedy the situation, buttoning his shirt up, too. “Mrs. Lin, your work is incredible as always. He looks excellent.” Camille said, looking him over. “You give me too much credit. I just fix the clothes.” The elder lady replied, blushing.

“How does it feel? You can move and everything, right?” Camille asked, looking back at Taehyung. He nodded. “Good. I guess that settles everything. Mrs. Lin, really...thank you again.” Camille said. “Just doing my job, dear.”

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Camille headed to her car, hitting her key to unlock the door.

“Camille, wait.” He called she ignored him and opened her door before tossing her purse inside. She closed the door and hooked her seatbelt. Seeing he was still standing there, she rolled down her window.

“What do you need? Some other service I can offer you, perhaps?” She asked. He cringed. Camille rolled her eyes. “Can we just..., talk? Could we go to lunch or something?” He asked.

“This is my lunch break. I need to be back to work in twenty minutes.” She said, glancing at her watch. “Dinner?” He asked. She scoffed.

“What would I agree to go to dinner with you for?” She asked. “Well, you’re still my date to the wedding right?” He replied. “I don’t know? Am I?” She replied flatly. Taehyung sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It was light brown when she first met him, Black the second time and now it was an electric blue.

“I’m sorry, Okay? If you give me a chance to explain—,” he started before she cut him off. “You don’t owe me an explanation. I hardly know you. Now, I would hate to be late to work. Have a nice day. I’ll be seeing your sister for alterations soon. Please don’t come.” She replied, switching her car into drive. “Camille, don’t be like that. Please, just dinner?” He asked again. Looking at him it was difficult to say no. “Whatever.”

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“I didn’t think you’d come.” He admitted.

“Some people keep their word. Anyway, what’s your aim here?” She asked, flatly. “I’m sorry I didn’t call. I really did mean to. I got kind of...mixed up and then work picked up. By the time I knew it, a month had passed and I felt like I couldn’t do it then. But in case I wasn’t clear before..., I’m interested in you. Since I first saw you I thought you were so beautiful. More than that... I could somehow see myself with you and I’ve never felt like that before. It probably sounds lame but I did get nervous. I still want you to be my date. If not...I understand. The way I handled things was shifty. So, I’m sorry if I upset you and I appreciate your help picking out the suit and shoes. And tying the tie.” Taehyung explained.

“I...I don’t know what to say. Well, you’re welcome...about the clothes and stuff.” She replied, suddenly a bit uncomfortable. She hadn’t expected him to say anything like that. She’d fully planned him to give some lame apology so she could eat and leave but this felt so...heavy.

“You don’t have to give a response. We could just eat. But also, I really asked your mother for your referral because I wanted to take you on a date. But you found the suit so fast.” He admitted. “Why didn’t you just...ask me regularly?”

“Just because you very clearly were annoyed by me about the dress.” He replied. “You’re right about that.” She nodded. He grinned.

“I’ll still go...to the wedding with you I mean. I already picked out a dress and shoes. And how to do my hair and makeup.” She admitted, a hint of red falling over her brown skin. Taehyung smiled even more at that. It was a quiet dinner but a comfortable one. The beginnings of something. At the end of the night, they parted with waves and the agreement to meet on Saturday.

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“You get cuter every time I see you.” Taehyung teased. Camille was dressed in an oversized sweater, jeans and sneakers. They’d agreed to meet for lunch once again.

“Ugh, Cairo.” She sighed, brushing off the gray hairs. “Should I ask who that is?” Taehyung asked, raising an eyebrow. “He’s my cat. My roommate really. Do you have any animals?” She asked. “A dog. His name is Tannie.” Taehyung said, flashing her a picture. “How cute.” She grinned.

“Yeah, I miss him a ton when I’m working.” He sighed. “Right it must be a lot to travel with him.” She nodded. “I take him sometimes but things are just so busy.” Taehyung lamented. “I can’t be separate from Cairo for more than a day. He’s my baby.” She replied. “Is he dog friendly?”

“He’s everything friendly.” She confirmed. “Good to know. I was thinking we could eat a bit lighter and perhaps do some shopping?” Taehyung offered. “Sounds okay to me.” She nodded. He offered a hand and she reluctantly took it. “Wow, your hand is so small.” He teased. “I think you’re just a bit big.” She chuckled.

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“I had a good time. Not like I needed to spend so much money though.” Camille laughed as he pulled into the parking lot of her complex.

“I had a good time too. And I did offer to pay.” He reminded her. “I know, I know. I guess I’ll see you...soon?” She asked.

“I hope so. Hey, don’t forget your milkshake.” He warned. She reached for the cup but before she had a firm grip on it, he let it go. The cup fell and the strawberry drink painted his lap.

“Oh my gosh. I’m sorry. Uhh..., just come up to my place. I will clean your pants for you. I might have some sweatpants you can wear till then.” She replied, frazzled.

“Cami, it’s fine. But sure, I’ll come up. I’d love to meet the man of the house.”

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“Cairo, we have a guest.” She called, letting Taehyung in. He took his shoes off.

“The laundry is in there. I’ll go grab those sweatpants.” She explained. He nodded.

She passed Cairo napping in the extra room before closing the door, so not to disturb him. She shuffled through her closet before finding the sweatpants her friend had left behind.

She walked back before knocking on the laundry room door. Once Taehyung answered she handed him the sweatpants before heading back to her room to find a pair for herself. When she re-emerged, Taehyung was manspread on her couch and she thought she might die. She cleared her throat.

“I’ll uh, throw your stuff in the washer. Do you want something to drink? Or maybe a snack?” Camille offered. “I’m fine, thanks.” He replied. Nervous my ass. Camille thought to herself. She really hadn’t thought too deeply when she invited him up and now that he was there, the apartment felt too small. Too private.

She threw his pants into the washer and rejoined him. She took a seat on the edge of the couch, a bit away from him. “You can sit closer.” He offered. “No I...I think I’m fine.” She mumbled. “These are big sweatpants.” He mused. “They’re a friend’s.” She replied. “A friend I should worry about?” he wondered. “Chan? No.” Camille laughed. “Are you sure?” He replied.

“He’s married to my cousin. We’re all very close. He was just in town for something and I let him stay here so he wouldn’t have to book a hotel.” She nodded. “Good.” He nodded.

“Aren’t you getting a bit ahead of yourself?” Camille teased. “Nope. I’ve pretty much decided that this is set in stone.” He declared. She scoffed. “As if that’s a one person decision. Don’t be presumptuous.” She warned.

“Camille, you definitely like me.” Taehyung replied. “I wonder how much longer it will take those pants.” She replied, changing the subject. “It’s only been five minutes.” He pointed out. “Points were made. I’m grabbing a drink.” She sighed, standing. When she returned from the kitchen, Taehyung again offered her a closer seat and she reluctantly took it. He’d turned on some art documentary. “You interested in this stuff?” She wondered. “Yeah. I like art. I would’ve taken you to the museum today but I didn’t want to be cliche and you seem to open up a bit more in the comfort of clothes.” He explained. She grinned. “Nothing wrong with cliche dates. But yes, I feel in my element around clothes.” She nodded. “I get why. Can I see your dress for the wedding?” He asked.

“Eh, maybe that’s better as a surprise.” She replied. “But you’ve seen what I’m wearing.” He reminded her. “Yeah, But...,” she started before trailing off.

“Okay, what about your closet in general?” He asked. “Who asks that?” She replied, baffled. “You’re very into fashion. I feel like that’s one way to get closer to you.” He shrugged. “Oh...okay.” She reluctantly caved. He enthusiastically followed her down the hall to her room and into her closet. “It’s so organized. I’m jealous.” He said, looking around.

“Well, it makes it easier to get ready for work half awake.” She lightly joked. He chuckled. “This is a nice dress.” He said, pointing out her red body con. “I’m sure you would think that.” She replied. “Really, you probably look really nice in it. Then again, you look nice in everything.” He nodded. “You’re so full of it.” Camille laughed. “I’m being honest.” He shrugged.

Then, he paused, as if he spotted something out of the corner of her eye. She was suddenly struck. The lingerie..., it wasn’t as if she planned for him to come in her closet. She would’ve moved if otherwise.

“Now this...is quite unexpected.” He said, pulling down one hanger. “Oh my gosh, put that back!” Camille complained, reaching to snatch it from him, he moved. “Have you worn this before?” He wondered. “Taehyung please.” She mumbled, beyond embarrassed. “You should put it on.” He declared. “Are you crazy?” She balked. “No? I would just really love to see you put this on. You don’t have to though, if I’m overstepping I’m sorry.” He quickly apologized. “It’s not..,” she started before trailing off. “I really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He cringed. “I’ll put it on.” Camille decided. He balked. “You’ll what?”

“I said I would put it on. Wait in the room.” She said. He swallowed before nodding and making himself scarce. Closing the door to the closed, she stripped down and took her time to put the set on correctly. She even put on her favorite studded red bottoms.

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“Is any of today real?” Taehyung wondered, in disbelief as he looked her over. She resisted the urge to duck back into the closet in favor of looking down and taking small steps towards him.

“You look...you’re so...how?” He mumbled. “Is is...good?” Camille asked. “Camille..., you look amazing. I’d say I have a fairly active imagination and you’re really blowing all my expectations away. I don’t deserve this.” He replied. His eyes were constantly looking over her, she couldn’t help but feel a bit boosted. She smiled, shyly.

“And you’re so fucking cute.” He groaned. “Well uh, I think I should change back now.” She decided, retreating to the closet. He seemed to be fine with that. She closed the door behind her and when she turned it back it immediately closed and reopened again, she turned to him, flustered. “Can I...can I kiss you?” He asked. She nodded before she really thought about it. He turned her around, cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers in seconds. She opened her mouth to him quickly as he overtook her. One hand moved to the back of her neck while the other slid down to her ass. There was a rub, then a slap and a grab. She moaned into the kiss. He pulled away.

“I’m sorry. I think I got a bit carried away. I don’t want to move to quickly. I really do like you.” He quickly apologized. “Who said it was moving too quickly?” Camille asked before sliding down onto her knees. Taehyung’s eyes went wide for a moment before he grinned.

“Are you really offering me?” He wondered? She slid her hand up his leg before palming him through the sweatpants. “Why don’t you find out?” She teased.

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“I think I’m actually dead. That’s it.” Taehyung said, looking at her bedroom ceiling. “You’re so dramatic.” She chuckled, laying her head on his chest.

“As I said, I must be dead. There’s no way that just happened. Right now you’re cuddled up to me in a fuzzy sweater and shorts but like ten minutes ago you blew me in lingerie and heels.”

“You’re going to make me self-conscious if you keep bringing it up.” Camille groaned. “I just..., I don’t know how I can top that. What can I do for you?” He replied.

“Nothing. I just like laying here and holding your hand.” She admitted. “I really have the cutest girlfriend.” Taehyung said, wistfully. She giggled.

“Girlfriend. I like the sound of that.”

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“So..., your sister came in for alterations.” Camille said, sitting up and pulling his t-shirt over her head.

“Please don’t be mad.” He sighed.

“We’ve been dating for months and I’m your date to her wedding and she has no idea?” She replied.

“I’ve hardly talked to Yuna. But i will tell her.” Taehyung assured her. “Can you promise me that? I’ve dated interracially before. I know how it is, I just hoped you weren’t like that, Tae.” She said, looking back at him. “I’m not. Yes, I promise you. Don’t worry, Okay?” He said, reaching and wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her back to him.

She giggled as he nuzzled into her. “You’re my girlfriend that I adore very much. I promise I just hadn’t gotten around to it. I’m not playing you and I’m not keeping you a secret. I’ve even told my members about you. They want to meet now and I said I’d ask when you were free, but I want your free time for myself.” He teased, tickling near her ribs. As she was overcome with laughter she attempted to crawl away from him. Of course to no avail.

“Okay, okay. I’d love to meet them. A lunch break maybe?” She offered, catching her breath.

“Sounds good to me. Now lay back down. I’m suddenly a bit hungry.”

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Months with Taehyung passed like hours. It had been three months already when he brought he to meet his groupmates. Six boys much too handsome for their own good, but none as handsome or charming as Taehyung himself.

“No wonder he doesn’t bring you to the dorm. I’m surprised you see the light of day. I don’t think I’d ever leave if I had you waiting at home.” Hoseok flirted. “You’re too kind.” She replied, laughing.

“Don’t mind him. He’s gross. It’s nice to meet you.” Jimin said, offering his hand. Camille shook it. “It’s nice to meet you all, too. I’ve heard a lot about you. Taehyung adores you guys.” Camille poked.

“It’s been a long time since we all met. We’re a family of our own.” Jin said, smiling. “That’s really sweet.” Camille replied.

“How long have you two been together?” Jungkook wondered. “A couple months. I met her when I went wedding dress shopping with Yuna.” Taehyung explained. “Oh, weren’t you pissed about that?” Namjoon asked.

“Yeah. He was calling me weekly to complain about it.” Camille replied, laughingly. “I’m telling you, when you see that dress you’ll understand.” Taehyung explained. “I mean your sister is hot so—,” Jungkook started before Jimin whacked him.

“Maybe you don’t need to come to the wedding.” Taehyung complained. “She invited us.” Yoongi reminded him. “He’s just being difficult. But we all know Yuna gets what Yuna wants.” Camille teased.

“Don’t tease me, Ms. I have a whole room in my apartment just for my cat.” Taehyung poked. “Cairo needs his own room so I don’t disturb him when I come in. He’s a big boy, I just give him what he deserves.”

“Big? That cat almost fits in my hand.” Taehyung replied. “Are you saying your hands are small?” She challenged. He balked. “You’re right. He’s a big boy.” Taehyung nodded. The others laughed.

“You two...I like it.” Yoongi declared. “Yeah, it seems like you two are good with each other. The fact that we’re meeting means a lot.” Namjoon assured her. “Well..., that makes me feel a bit better.” She admitted.

“I told you I wasn’t being shifty.” Taehyung replied. “Yeah, I know. But people lie and I haven’t known you that long. But like I said, that makes me feel better.” She said, squeezing his hand. “You’ll be at the wedding, right?” Jungkook asked. Camille nodded. “That should be fun, then.” Hoseok smiled. “I love weddings.” Camille admitted.

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Between work and other things, the next few months blew by, all the time, Taehyung and Camille grew closer.

“You’re back from work.” Camille cheered, crawling into bed. He’d had a key to her apartment for a little over a month. His returns were often a surprise, as they’d had a string of concerts recently.

“Oh, you’re off early.” Taehyung yawned, rolling over and lifting his arm to invite her closer. She cuddled up to him. “I missed you. You told me you wouldn’t be back till the wedding in two weeks.” She mumbled, burying her head in his chest.

“Well, I had some time and I wanted to see you.” He said, his voice heavy with sleep. She heard purring and looked to see Cairo laid on the foot of the bed. “Oh, you were bonding with my boy?” She teased. “I think he came to assault me then got lazy.” Taehyung joked. They both laughed. “I’m going to put Cairo in his bed. Are you hungry? Should I cook?” Camille asked. “You just got in from work. I’ll call takeout.”

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“Can I kiss you?” Camille asked, looking into Taehyung’s eyes from her spot on his lap. “Do you have to ask?” He grinned. She leaned forward and kissed him twice. “The wedding is soon, have you talked to Yuna?” Camille asked. “I’m meeting her for lunch tomorrow and I swear I will tell her then.” He replied. Camille frowned and climbed off of his lap. “Babe..., please don’t be mad at me.” Taehyung sighed. “Tae..., you’ve had all this time and yet...,” she replied, frustrated. He picked up his phone. “Give me a second.” He said, unlocking his phone and dialing a number. It rang a few times.

“Tae? What’s up? You’re not cancelling lunch, right?” Yuna asked. “No, no. Of course not. I wanted to talk to you about my plus one. My girlfriend.” He explained. “Just bring her tomorrow, Tae. I’m about to get a massage.” She replied before hanging up. “Can you take your lunch break with us?” He asked. She sighed. “I’m really not trying to keep you secret. I don’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m serious about you. I promise.” He said, pulling her back by her waist.

“Taehyung..., I love you.” Camille admitted. “And I love you, too. Trust me, please.” He said, nuzzling into her neck. He placed a kiss on her neck. She turned her head to give him a kiss. “Mmm, let’s go to your bedroom.” He offered. “You think you’re getting some tonight?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “I know I am.” He grinned, stealing another kiss. “Only if you do all the work.” Camille folded. “There a whole lot to work with. I can handle it.” He said, scooping her up.

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“I never get tired of this.” Taehyung groaned, looking her over as he peeled the layers of her clothing off. “Oh yeah?” She asked. “I think it gets better each time. You just look so good.” He replied, unclipping her bra. “Do you have to keep the light on, though?” She mumbled, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

“Camille, you’re beautiful and I want to be able to see you.” He said, leaning down to kiss her. As promised she allowed him to control the pace. He gradually moved from her mouth to her neck and down to her chest. His hand slipped down between her legs. “You tease too much.” She moaned. “I just want you to be ready.” He grinned against her skin before kissing down to her bellybutton. She giggled.

“How are you still so ticklish.” Taehyung teased. “Stop tickling me and get to it.” She complained. Taehyung chuckled and slipped his finger inside. Her laughs turned into moans. “Maybe...two?” He teased, adding another. He set a rhythm and she was quick to run with it. In no time she was panting and moving against him. “Taehyung please, just do it.” She whined. “Do what, Camille?” He teased. “Fuck me, please.” She groaned. “Is that what you really want?” Taehyung poked. She was near tears. “Yes. Please.”

“Don’t cry, baby. I’m taking my time tonight. You want to be convinced, right?” He reminded her, removing his fingers and sticking them in his mouth. “I just want you to hurry up.”

He shifted to wedge himself between her legs. “This is what you want?” He asked, pressing his tip to her core. She nodded, whimpering. He was quick to push all the way in. She gasped. “You feel so good. God, I love you.” Taehyung moaned. “Please, move.” Camille moaned. He moved but he set a slow and punishing pace. It was more like torture and Camille was close to losing it.

“I love you so much. You’re mine.” He repeated. “Then show me.” She moaned.

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“I really do love you and I see us being together for a very long time. Don’t forget that.” Taehyung said, tangling his legs with hers.

“I love you, too. Please keep being as honest as you are with me.” She requested. He grinned and kissed her three times.

“I will. Get some rest. I didn’t want to wear you out tonight.” He replied. “You didn’t. I’m just really glad you’re here.” She replied. He stroked her hair and she gradually relaxed before eventually falling asleep.

Taehyung was still sleep when she left for work. She showered him with kissed and headed out.

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She helped a client find bridesmaid dresses in the morning and made it to lunch a bit late. Taehyung and Yuna were already seated and happily chatting away. She was suddenly nervous. Unsure...scared. She couldn’t join them...could she? Just as she began to seriously consider turning and walking out, Yuna caught her eye. The was a brightness before she smiled and waved her over. Taehyung turned in her direction as well before smiling.

“You’re late.” He pointed out, taking her hand as she sat. “Sorry..., things a work ran a little long.” She apologized, slightly uncomfortable.

“It’s fine. Nice to see you again. You know, I told my mom that I thought Tae had a crush on our bridal consultant.” Yuna said, smiling. “I don’t know about that.” Camille replied, laughing. “I did, from the beginning.” Taehyung confirmed. “How did he move in on you?” Yuna teased.

“He said he needed help finding a suit for the wedding and asked my mother for a referral.” Camille replied. “Ha, classic. You’d think he’d have the balls to ask flat out.” She poked. Taehyung scoffed. They laughed. “Really, you’re very cute and as long as you treat him very well, I’m fully in support.” Yuna said.

“That means a lot. Thank you.” Camille replied. “No need to thank me. I’m glad you’re coming to the wedding to see me in that dress you picked though.” Yuna smiled. “I’m looking forward to it.”

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“You have to go back to work?” Taehyung asked. Camille nodded. “I’ll see you tonight, okay?” He asked. She nodded.

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The morning of the wedding, Camille was ready bright and early in her yellow 2-piece dress set.

She arrived at the venue and sat where her mother waved her. It was nice to be attending a wedding rather than helping with one.

“Look who it is?” She turned and smiled, seeing Jungkook and the others. He took the seat next to her. “It’s nice to see you all again.” She smiled. “You too, this place is beautiful.” Jin said, looking around. “Yeah, my mother really does know how to put on a wedding.” She mused.

“Taehyung should be around soon. He was having a last minute chat with Yuna.” Namjoon assured her. She nodded, understanding. Camille didn’t bother mention the fact that she knew that well because he had called her before or that she could wait because they had spent the night together, she just nodded.

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“Okay...I’ll give it to you. You were right. Yuna looked like a princess and most importantly, she was happy.” Taehyung said, hugging Camille close to him as everyone dance. The wedding had blown by and as things winded down, the closer he pressed to her.

“Told you I know my stuff. Speaking of which, you look even better than I imagined in these clothes.” She replied, pulling away just a bit to smooth down the front again. He smiled. She leaned on her tip toes and kissed him. “And you look so cute today. A good surprise.” He replied, kissing her lightly again.

He grinned. He looked around before pulling her to the side. “Looks like my parents are done mingling. Do you want to meet them?” He offered. “I would love to.”

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Camille was pretty giddy when they returned home. They removed their shoes at the front door before she squeaked as Taehyung swooped her up and basically jogged to her room. He closed the door behind them before setting her to her feet. Immediately, Camille began undressing.

“Aren’t you eager?” He teased. “You ran in here carrying me.” She reminded him. “Touché. Go lay down on bed, baby.” He urged. She looked up at him. “I’ll follow, don’t worry.” He urged. Camille turned and walked over before sitting on the bed and working to get the rest of her dress off.

Taehyung reached into his coat pocket. “So I talked to Yuna today before the wedding.” He said. Still occupied undressing she didn’t immediately look his way. “I know. She’s lucky to have such a sweet brother.” She replied. “I really needed her opinion.” He said.

Camille furrowed her brows. “What for? I kept you from wearing those hideous shoes.” She replied. Taehyung laughed before approaching her and kneeling down in front of her. He had her attention now. She looked down at him, curious. “As a woman getting married I thought she was in the mind frame to tell me if this was good enough...for you?” He said, pulling out the square velvet box and opening it. The shock on her face was immediate, her hands flew to her mouth. “She said it was lovely but I still have doubts because I don’t think I could find a ring good enough for you. Or that anyone could make one that special. I don’t know who would be your go-to bridal consultant now or how I’ll find clothes for the wedding without your help..., but I think it will be okay? Even if you wear a sheer dress? And I wear my hideous shoes?” He continued, clearly a bit nervous.

“Are you serious? You really...want to marry me? Will it be okay? Will you be okay with me?” Camille asked, suddenly crying. “Okay? With you? Camille..., you’re much more than I ever could have expected. If you’ll have me, I’ll take care of you, Cairo and Tannie forever. So...what do you say?” He asked. “I would love...to marry you.” He slipped the ring on and she practically tackled him to her floor, her arms around his neck. He chuckled, catching her and bracing for impact. She kissed him. “I love you.” He whispered when she pulled away from his lips to hug him again.

“Not as much as I love you.” Camille quipped. “I’m sure I have you beat.” He grinned. “You’ll change your mind when we get through what I’m about to do to you.” She assured him, reminding him of her state of undress.

“I do like the sound of that.”

#taehyung smut #bts smut #bts fics #kpoppywrites

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nazariolahela · 5 years ago

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Best Beloved: Chapter 3

A/N: Hey y'all! This is a PM AU I’ve been working on. It’s a bit different than my previous fic series and I’m really excited to try something new. I hope y’all enjoy it. This story is told in dual first-person narrative, from Kaia (F!MC) and Damien’s POV. The first half of this story takes place during Kaia’s freshman year and Damien’s senior year of college. The second half is two years after Kaia graduates. There will be sprinklings of canon in this fic, but we’ll try to step out of the box for the most part. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

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Series Tags: @burnsoslow @lady-calypso @irishwhiskys-blog

This chapter contains scenes of underage drinking. Please read at your own risk.

Synopsis: What happens when you find yourself crushing on your best friend? For years, Damien and Kaia have been best friends, while secretly harboring feelings for one another. Everything changes one night after a little too much alcohol and years of pent up feelings. Can they control their emotions and salvage their friendship, or will the feelings they hold for one another destroy everything they have?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: The gang attends their first college football game and frat party.

Kaia

I laid back on my bed and threw my arm over my head, my phone pressed to my ear. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to wear to a college football game, Nadia. Can you please come over and help me?”

She laughed. “Just wear something with the school logo on it. You’re telling me you don’t have anything Bobcats in your closet?”

I sighed. “No, I forgot to run over to the bookstore and pick up a shirt. Do you think they’re still open?”

“You can grab one at the team store on the way to the game. They’re always open before kickoff. Just throw a cute tank top on and slip the shirt over it. Or change in the bathroom.”

I huffed and shoved a Twizzler in my mouth. “Fine. I gotta let you go so I can jump in the shower. Text me when you’re on your way.”

“Will do,” she singsonged and hung up the phone. I dropped mine on the mattress next to me and tried to work up the courage to get up. The mattress wasn’t the most comfortable, but after the crazy first week of classes I had, it was more tempting than getting up to go to a football game. Or a frat party. My roommate Victoria marched in, holding a bag under her arm.

“Just call me your fairy godmother,” she said, tossing the bag on my bed. I sat up and looked inside, seeing a Hartfeld Bobcats t-shirt inside.

“Where did you get this?” I asked.

“Bought one last weekend, but it was the wrong size. I’ve been meaning to take it back, but I never got around to it. Try it on. If it fits, you can have it.”

I jumped off the bed and pulled the shirt from the bag, slipping it on over my black cami. I gasped when it fit like a glove. I stood in front of the floor-length mirror in our dorm room, checking myself out. Daaaamn, I looked fine! I engulfed her in a hug. “You’re the best!”

“It was nothing really. Go have a great time at the game. And tell me all about it tomorrow.”

“You’re not going?” I asked.

“Nah. I met this guy the other night and we have our first date tonight. He’s taking me to this Italian restaurant the next town over. Apparently, the plates are bigger than your head.”

“Ooh! New guy? Dish,” I probed. I didn’t know much about my roommate’s love life. Mainly because she kept things like that to herself. Although, I did find out that first night we hung out that she lost her virginity to some guy named Spike. She told me he roared like a motorcycle when he came. We laughed about it for a good twenty minutes.

She turned crimson, hiding her face behind her long black locks. “Well...his name is Drake. He moved here for school from some foreign country named Cordonia, but he doesn’t have an accent. I think he said his family is from Texas, but he grew up overseas. He’s kind of brooding. Wears a lot of denim. I really like him.”

I squealed and pinched her cheeks. “Well, good luck. And if you bring him back to the dorm, put a sock over the doorknob so I know not to interrupt anything.” She blushed and I winked at her. “Okay, I gotta hit the shower. My cousin will be here shortly.” I grabbed my clothes, a towel, and my shower caddy and made my way down the hall to the shared bathroom in our dorm. Thankfully there wasn’t a line, so I took the first open stall.

After my shower, I slipped on my favorite pair of Levi’s jeans and the Bobcats shirt Victoria gave me. I applied neutral eyeshadow, false lashes, a light sweep of blush, and a swipe of nude lipstick on my lips, checked my reflection one last time, and headed back to my dorm. My phone chimed with a text from Nadia announcing that she was on her way, so I grabbed my crossbody and a hoodie in case it got chilly and headed downstairs. I saw Nadia and Sloane sitting in the cab of a royal blue 1990s Chevy Silverado pickup.

“What is this?” I asked, holding my hands out.

Nadia jumped out of the driver’s seat and rounded the vehicle, swinging her arms out like she was Vanna effing White and this truck was the grand prize. “You like? It’s Steve’s. He’s letting us borrow it to go to the game.”

I scrunched up my nose, examining the beat-up body of the pickup. Is...is that a racing stripe?

Sloane remained in the truck, fiddling with the dials on the in-dash radio. “Come on, you two! We’re going to be late,” she shouted from the front seat. My eyes darted to Nadia, then back to Sloane. I sighed and moved over to the passenger’s side, crawling up onto the bench seat next to Sloane.

We drove the five minutes it took to get from the dorms to the Robert Q. Harris Memorial Stadium, going over our game plan for the night. As we pulled up in the parking lot, we noticed a tailgate in progress.

“Ooh! This is going to be exciting! Your first tailgate, Sloane!” Nadia squealed. She pulled into a spot and put the truck in park. “Okay, girls. Here are your pom-poms,” she said, handing Sloane and I each a pom wand. We exited the truck and walked over to where some other students were playing beer pong.

“Oh, my gods! I’ve heard of this game, but I’ve never seen it played up-close,” Sloane said, clutching her hands to her chest. She moved toward the table and watched the two guys in Bobcats jerseys line up their shots. The first guy’s ball bounced off the rim of the red Solo cup, and his companions all groaned in frustration.

“I’m usually way better than this,” the guy protested as his friends laughed at him. We watched a few more rounds of the game before moving on to another group. Three girls in cut-off Bobcats t-shirts were holding a funnel and a tube above another girl’s head and pouring beer into the funnel.

“Why are those girls drinking beer out of a funnel?” Sloane asked.

“That’s a beer bong. They do this so they can get drunk faster,” I explained to her. She nodded her head, watching the girls in concentration as they assisted their friend in “funneling” her beer, then cheering when she finished it.

“Fascinating,” Sloane said, observing the girls as they lined up for another hit. We made our way through the parking lot, stopping occasionally at different groups to check out their tailgating activities. After several minutes, we made it to the stadium gates. Nadia fished our tickets out of her purse and handed them to the attendant. He scanned our tickets and let us through. We walked through the concourse, checking out the different food and drinks offered at the concession stands. We found our gate and made our way to our seats.

We took our seats and settled in, squeezing into the front row of the bleachers, right behind the home bench. A guy in a BU Wolves jersey sitting at the end of our row slid across the bench and wrapped his arm around Sloane’s shoulder.

“Hey, cutie! You here to check out a little sports ball? Greg here will tell you all you need to know. So, the guys in burgundy are the home team. They’re who you need to root for. That weird spherical object in the middle of the field is called a football. That’s the name of the sport.”

Nadia leaned over and gave the guy a death glare. “Excuse me! Are you actually trying to mansplain football to my friend?”

He raised his hands in defense. “Calm down, babe. I’m just trying to help her out. She doesn’t look like she’s ever watched a game in her life.”

“Who are you to assume she’s never watched football because of how she looks? Get lost, creep,” I spat out.

Sloane cleared her throat. “I’ve got this, girls.” She straightened her glasses and turned to the guy. “For your information, I’ve watched plenty of organized sports. Did you know that the main physical actions of American football, such as blocking, running, and tackling illustrate several fundamental concepts in physics, biomechanics, and math? It’s quite interesting to calculate how many pounds of water a player loses on the field or how much energy it takes to stop a running back in a full-on sprint.” She crossed her arms over her chest and smirked at the guy. He hung his head sheepishly and got up from his seat, scurrying away embarrassed. Nadia and I sat there in awe, then dogpiled her in a group hug.

“Have I told you you’re my hero?” I asked her.

“I’m dating the first-string wide receiver and I didn’t even know that,” Nadia chimed. Sloane laughed and returned our hug before turning her attention back to the field. Both teams were announced and we leaped from our seats and cheered as Steve jogged past us to the bench. He spotted us in the crowd and shot Nadia a wink.

The game kicked off and the Bobcats received the ball first. The quarterback threw a 20-yard pass to Steve on the first play, and he took it to the house an additional 60-yards to put the first points on board. I thought Nadia was going to pass out with how hard she was screaming and jumping up and down.

The opposing team got the ball next and their running back broke through the line on the first snap for a 45-yard play before he was tackled by the Bobcats defense. They drove down the field on the next play and tied it up. Both teams went score for score throughout the game, and it came down to a tied score of 35-35 during the final two minutes of the fourth quarter.

The Bobcats had the ball at their own 45-yard line. It was 3rd and 2. The running back lined up in the backfield while Steve lined up off the line of scrimmage to block and wait for the center to snap the ball. The QB called an audible at the line and when the ball was snapped, he slung it to a wide-open Steve, who danced down the sideline 50-yards as time expired to give the Bobcats a 42-35 win. Nadia tossed her popcorn and her pom in the air as the stadium erupted in cheers. Steve’s teammates engulfed him as they celebrated on the field.

We filed out of the stadium and waited by the team entrance for Steve to arrive. When he emerged a few minutes later, Nadia took off in a dead sprint and leaped into his arms, nearly tackling him to the ground.

“YOU DID IT, BABY! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU,” she shouted as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, peppering his face with kisses. Sloane and I watched in amusement as Nadia and Steve mauled each other in the parking lot.

“Okay, lovebirds. Let’s save some of this for the afterparty,” I said, rolling my eyes. Steve set Nadia down and we made our way to where his truck was parked. We climbed in and set off for the Delta Mu Kappa house.

When we pulled up to the curb, the party was spilling out onto the front lawn of the frat house. We exited the pickup and weaved through the throngs of partygoers to enter the house. The bass thumped through the room and dancers moved erratically to the beat on the makeshift dance floor.

Steve held Nadia’s hand and guided us through the living room to the keg set up in the kitchen. The guy operating the tap extended his hand to Steve for a high-five, which he returned, then poured beer in cups for him and Nadia. He then offered Sloane and I a drink. I declined, but Sloane accepted. The guy poured her a beer and she took a sip, a dollop of foam coating the tip of her nose. Her face turned up in disgust.

“This tastes awful,” she said, wiping the foam off her nose and upper lip and handing the cup back to him.

“It’s an acquired taste,” Steve laughed, taking a sip of his own. Nadia pulled on Steve’s arm, urging him to the dance floor. He nodded at Sloane and I, then followed her to the living room. Keg Guy pointed to a red cooler and offered us a couple of Smirnoff Ice Wild Grapes. Sloane and I took the drinks, clinking the bottles together in cheers, then each took a swig.

“Oh my gods, this is delicious,” she shouted over the loud music. We leaned against the kitchen counter, scanning the crowd. After a few minutes, she noticed someone from her Spanish Comp class and excused herself to say hi. I continued to crowd watch, sipping on my Smirnoff, when I noticed Damien striding toward the keg. His eyes met mine and a grin spread across his face.

“This doesn’t look like your scene,” I said to him.

“Yours either,” he retorted.

I laughed. “Touché. Nadia’s boyfriend invited us. At least the refreshments are top-notch.” I tipped my drink up to him. He chuckled and moved over to the keg, grabbing a fresh beer from Keg Guy. He nodded thanks and walked back over to where I was standing.

“Nadia’s here? I’m going to have to say hi to her sometime tonight.”

“Yeah, she and Steve are out dry-humping on the dance floor.”

He threw back his head in laughter. Gods, I missed that laugh. “So, what do you think of your first college party so far?”

“Who said this was my first college party?”

“Just a guess. If it was, I’m sure we would have run into each other by now,” he said, taking a drink. “Nice shirt by the way. It looks good on you. Did you go to the game?”

I looked down at my shirt, noticing the way it hugged my curves. My cheeks flushed as I avoided his gaze. “Yeah, Nadia’s boyfriend is the star wide receiver so we went to watch him,” I said, brushing a piece of lint from my shirt.

“Mhmm, Tennyson. Yeah, he had a hell of a game. That 50-yard TD at the end was nuts. No one could cover him. The kid’s a machine.”

What a weird thing to say. I took another sip of my Smirnoff and scanned the crowd. “So, where’s your girlfriend tonight?”

He sputtered and started choking on his beer. I leaned over and slapped his back a few times until he regained his composure. He wiped the beads of beer dribbling down his chin with the back of his hand. “She’s around here somewhere. What about you?”

“My girlfriend is at home waiting for me. Parties aren’t really her thing.”

His eyes widened, which caused me to burst out laughing. “I’m kidding, I don't have a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend for that matter. I’m just here with my friends. Who have all conveniently disappeared. But that means I can scout the local talent for my next boo.”

He cleared his throat and hid a smile with his cup. “Well, good luck with that. You have your pick of the litter with this new crop of freshmen. What about him over there?” He pointed his cup to the dance floor.

I squinted, trying to follow his line of sight, but with it being so dimly lit, I was having trouble making out most of the faces in the crowd. “Who?”

He leaned in to guide me to where he was looking and I got a whiff of his scent. Masculine. Earthy with hints of leather and sandalwood. I closed my eyes and inhaled, trying not to make it obvious. The smell caused the butterflies in my stomach to flutter wildly. Memories of our last night together flooded my mind and I took a step back and chugged the rest of my drink, trying to tamp down my urges. I spotted the guy he was pointing at — a shorter guy with curly brown hair and glasses — nursing his beer as he made eyes with different girls on the dance floor. “Wait...I-is that Brad?”

He burst out laughing and I leaned over to slap his arm. My palm touched his bicep and the firmness of his muscles against my hand caused my breath to catch. I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head. “Not funny, dude.”

“It was worth a shot. Hey, I’ll be right back. I gotta hit the head,” he set his empty cup on the counter behind me and winked as he moved through the crowd toward the bathrooms. I watched him until he disappeared from sight and clutched the empty bottle in my hand, willing my nerves to calm. You can do this, Kaia. It’s just Damien.

But could I?

***

Damien

I made my way through the packed fraternity house, trying not to bump into anyone as I headed for the bathroom. When I reached my destination, the door was shut and only one person was waiting. I leaned against the wall and tapped my fingers against my thigh. The door swung open and a drunk guy stumbled out, allowing the girl in front of me to enter.

I looked back toward the kitchen and could still see Kaia leaning against the kitchen counter. The strobe lights danced off her features as she was leaning over talking to the kid manning the keg. Whatever he said made her throw her head back in laughter. A tinge of jealousy coursed through me. Why was I jealous? She wasn’t mine. And besides, I had a girlfriend. Somewhere in this house. Speaking of. I pulled my phone from my pocket and sent her a text, asking her where she was.

The girl in the bathroom came out, and I entered. I shut the door and leaned forward, resting my hands on the sink. Staring at my reflection, I sucked in a deep breath and tried to get my emotions in check. Having Kaia back in my life after four years was fucking with my head. When she laughed, I wanted to do everything possible to keep hearing that sound. When I leaned in to point Brad out to her on the dance floor, her hair brushed against my nose and I inhaled the scent of her shampoo. It smelled like lavender and rosemary. When she smacked my bicep, I wanted to grab her wrist and pull her to me, to feel her body pressed against mine.

My phone chimed with a text from Alana, breaking me from my Kaia spell. She said she was in the backyard and asked where I was. I gave her my location, then set my phone back down on the sink and turned on the cold water faucet. I cupped my hands and splashed water on my face. A few moments later, someone knocked and I heard Alana’s voice on the other side. I swung the door open and she strutted inside, closing the door behind her and leaning back against it.

“Well, looks like we’re all alone in here, huh?” she said, sashaying across the bathroom to where I was standing. “Why don’t we pick up where we left off since we were so rudely interrupted the other day?” She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

“Alana, baby. We can’t. Not in here.”

“Why not? We’ve never done it in the bathroom of a frat house before. It could be fun.” She said, pulling the shell of my ear between her teeth.

“What if someone comes in?”

She backed away from me and locked the door, never breaking eye contact. “Better?” she said, arching her eyebrow. I sighed and moved in, kissing and sucking the curve of her neck. She brought her hands up to my hair, raking her fingers through the thick strands. “See, this isn’t so bad, is it?”

I growled into her neck and dragged my hands down her hips, catching the hem of her shirt and pulling it up. When my fingers skimmed the strip of skin, she inhaled sharply. Our lips crashed together and she scraped her nails across my scalp. My fingers trailed lightly up her ribcage and brushed against the lace trim of her bra, causing her grip on my hair to tighten. A loud pounding on the other side of the door startled us.

“Yo, you about done in there, bro? Some of us gotta take a piss,” A guy’s voice called out.

Alana growled, “Motherfucker!” She huffed and pushed herself off of me. Fuming, she straightened her clothes, checked herself in the mirror and yanked the bathroom door open. The drunk frat bro on the other side jumped when she appeared.

“Whoa! I didn’t know it was this kind of party! Hey, baby! If you’re done with this dude, I believe it’s my turn,” he said, reaching out to stroke her arm.

She rolled her eyes and brought her knee to the frat bro’s groin, dropping him like a hot potato. The people in line behind him all groaned as Alana stomped away. I leaned down and rested my hand on the drunk guy’s shoulder. “You should probably learn how to talk to girls, bro,” I said, patting him a few times before walking off. I scanned the party for Alana, but when I couldn’t find her, I pulled out my phone and texted her to ask her where she went. Several minutes passed with no response, so I made my way back to the kitchen. I saw Kaia still standing in the same spot, talking to a girl with curly brown hair and glasses.

“Took you long enough. Did you fall in?” she said, raking her eyes up and down my body.

“Long line. It happens.” I turned to her friend, “Hi! I’m Damien. And who might you be?”

The girl extended her hand. “Sloane. Sloane Washington. So, you’re Kaia’s mysterious hot older friend. Wow, I can see why she’s so enamored by you,” she said, winking. My eyes darted to Kaia and her cheeks instantly turned pink.

“Sloane! What the hells?”

“Oh, whoops! Was I not supposed to say that out loud?” she giggled, slapping her hand over her mouth. “I probably should stop drinking these.”

I chuckled and turned back to Kaia. “Hot older friend, huh?”

Kaia looked down at the floor, her silky strands falling in her face. I resisted the urge to reach out and brush them away. “Don’t let it go to your head, Dames. You know how good you look.”

I cocked an eyebrow and Sloane giggled. “Well, thank you. I’m glad that my looks haven’t gone to shit yet. I figure I’ve got about five more years before Father Time superkicks me in the face.” My comment drew laughs from both of them.

“So, how do you two know each other?” Sloane asked.

“We grew up together,” Kaia answered quickly before taking a long pull of her drink.

“What she means is that she lived next door to me and always hung out at my house because all the kids her age were losers, so she wanted a ‘cool friend.’”

Kaia rolled her eyes, trying to hide a smile. I turned back to Sloane. “How was your first week of classes?”

She pushed her glasses up her nose. “Pretty good, but my Calc class is going to be tough. The professor is a nightmare.”

“Dr. Carson? Yeah, he’s a real ball-bust...err...I mean, he’s strict. When I had him freshman year, he made a girl cry the first week of class. He also grades on a curve.”

Sloane’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me that! I have to take Calc II with him next semester too.”

I laughed and turned to Kaia. “What about you? Any classes or professors you want to run screaming from yet?”

She shook her head. “Thankfully, no. Although there’s this super creepy guy in my Interpersonal Comm class that keeps hitting on me, even after I’ve rejected his advances.”

I hummed. “You should probably punch the guy. I’ve heard that gets your point across pretty effectively.”

She laughed and I felt my chest tighten. Gods, I loved that sound. I asked the girls if they both wanted another drink, and they nodded yes, so I made my way over to the cooler and retrieved three Smirnoff Ices. I handed them to the girls, and when Kaia took hers, our fingers brushed. Her breath hitched and a smile tugged at my lips. She twisted the bottle cap off, not meeting my eyes. I popped the top of mine and took a long swig, my face turning up in disgust. Holy shit, this stuff is awful. How do chicks drink this garbage? I looked over at Kaia and saw her watching me. She noticed my facial expression and burst out laughing.

“You gonna finish that?”

“Fuck, no. This is all you,” I replied, handing her the bottle. I moved over to the kid manning the keg and asked him if they had any rum.

“I think there’s some in the liquor cabinet, bro. Right over there,” he replied, pointing to a China Hutch on the other side of the fridge. I walked over and opened the cabinet, examining the contents inside. A few bottles remained. A thin layer of dust coated the shelves where liquor bottles once sat. I spotted the bottle of spiced rum toward the back. Thanking the liquor gods, I grabbed it and dusted it off. I grabbed a red Solo cup off the counter and poured two fingers of the golden liquid into the glass, taking a sip. Damn, this shit is smooth. I made my way back over to where Kaia and Sloane were still talking and held the bottle up to them.

“You girls wanna play a drinking game?”

Sloane shook her head. “I’ll pass. But thanks for offering. I’m going to go use the bathroom.”

My eyes darted to Kaia. She shrugged. “Sure. Why not? Let’s do this.”

I smirked and moved over to Keg Guy, asking if he had a deck of cards. He pointed me to a drawer next to the sink. I opened it and found a deck of adult-themed novelty playing cards. The box had pictures of women in various states of undress. I rolled my eyes. Classy. Kaia and I moved over to the kitchen table and I poured more rum into my glass. “Okay, so this game is called the Nazario Chug…”

“Wait...you have a card game named after yourself?” Kaia asked suspiciously.

I chuckled and began shuffling the cards. “Long story. We came up with it my freshman year. So here are the rules. You take the top card. Black card means dare, red means truth. If you fail or want to dodge your task, you drink according to the number on your card.”

“Ooh, a new twist on truth or dare. This should be interesting,” she said, taking a sip of one of the bottles of Smirnoff.

I smiled and cut the deck then placed it between us on the table. “Hey, save your drinks for the game. Okay, since this is your first time playing, you go first.”

She leaned over and grabbed the first card and flipped it towards me. “Five of diamonds. So, red.”

I nodded. “Truth. So, what do you think about Hartfeld so far?”

She cocked an eyebrow at me. “Softball questions right off the bat? I thought this game would be more of a challenge.”

I laughed. “I don’t want to be too hard on you your first time. Answer the question or drink.”

She pressed her lips together and hummed. “It’s okay.”

“Just okay? Come on. You can do better than that.”

“Well, the classes are good. The professors seem cool. And I’ve already made a few friends.”

“But…” I probed.

“I don’t know. It’s only been a week. I feel like I can’t give a more detailed answer just yet.”

I nodded. “Fair enough.” I reached over and pulled the next card from the deck. Three of Clubs and black. I shook my head and Kaia’s eyes lit up when I turned the card to face her. She laughed maniacally and rubbed her hands together. “You’re going to make me embarrass myself in front of the whole party, aren’t you?” I groaned.

She tapped her finger against her bottom lip, the motion drawing my eyes to her mouth. Her lips were so plump, I wanted to lean in and taste them. She caught me staring and snapped her fingers in my face. “Hey, space case. Pay attention. Here’s your dare. See that blonde doing a keg stand over there?” she pointed to the keg where a freshman girl — being held up by two frat bros — sucked the beer from the lever while a small crowd cheered her on. After several moments, she gagged and beer shot from her nostrils, causing her to start coughing.

“You want me to do that?” I asked. She giggled and nodded. I shook my head and moved over to the keg. One of the frat bros noticed me.

“Hey, man. You wanna get in on this?”

I sighed. “Yeah, let’s get this over with.” I braced my hands on either side of the keg’s rim and lifted my body weight. The two frat bros grabbed each of my legs and held me up as I grabbed the tap and opened the lever, allowing the foamy liquid to pour in my mouth. I chugged the beer as Kaia and the crowd around us started chanting, “Chug, chug, chug.” Thirty seconds in, the beer must have gone down the wrong tube, because I started choking and spat up beer. The crowd moaned and the two frat bros helped me down. I moved back over to the table, where Kaia was crouched over laughing, holding her stomach.

“Holy shit. That was awesome!”

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, freshman. Draw your damn card.”

She wiped the tears from her eyes and retrieved the next card. A frown formed on her face and she turned the card to face me. The King of Clubs, black.

“Payback,” I smirked. She groaned and threw her head back. My eyes scanned the crowd, looking for someone to recruit for Kaia’s dare. I spotted a kid with frosted tips and a denim jacket that screamed late ‘90s, leaning against the wall. He looked completely out of his element. Bingo. I pointed to him. “See that guy over there? I dare you to go over to him and pretend you’re his biggest fan.”

“Wh-what?”

“Then, you have to get a selfie with him.”

She gnawed on her bottom lip for a few beats, then nodded and took a deep breath. My eyes stayed glued to her as she rose from her seat and straightened her clothing. “I’ve got this,” she said with a cocky tone. She smirked and marched over to where the guy was standing. I watched in amusement as she gripped his arm with both of her hands and shouted, “Oh wow! Are...are you Niall Horan?” The guy gave her a confused expression as several people turned around to look at them.

She released his arm and pretended to fumble with her phone. She then tapped the screen and handed it to a random girl standing nearby. Jealousy coursed through my veins again as the guy snaked his arm around Kaia’s waist and pressed a kiss to her cheek. The girl held the phone up to snap the photos and I watched them, trying to tamp down the feelings. I pushed back from the table and started walking toward them when a pair of arms caught me from behind.

“There you are! I’m ready to go when you are,” Alana slurred, clutching my midsection as she swayed on her feet.

I watched Kaia as she chatted with the guy. A smile spread wide across her face as he leaned in to whisper something in her ear. As much as I wanted to go over there and claim her, I knew I couldn’t. I sighed and turned around, wrapping an arm around my intoxicated girlfriend’s shoulder. “Yeah, let’s get out of here.”

She slipped her hand in my back pocket and guided me through the crowd toward the door. I looked back and caught Kaia’s eye as we retreated from the kitchen. She stared at me, her face void of emotion. I gave her a weak smile and led Alana out of the house to our car.

#best beloved #pm au #college au #friends to lovers #perfect match #choices fanfic #damien nazario #kaia park #damien x mc #nazariolahela fanfic

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ashlinnjarnheim · 5 years ago

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FOR EVERY ‘@’ SENT I WILL MENTION AND POST SOME POSITIVITY ABOUT A FELLOW TUMBLR USER

@hopeplots → you can’t go around spreading positivity and not mention the very person you’re married to, can you? heh. cami was my first tumblr partner and the only reason i ever entered this 1x1 world, but that’s not why i think she’s great; i think she’s great because she’s beautiful, talented (her singing voice!!! her writing!! it’s amazing!! all of it!!!), funny, smart, and because she always makes me smile. (quite literally everything i’d want in a partner? please marry me irl. i love you) i’m so glad i still have her in my life after all this time. you’re quite literally an angel.

@shierazade → i think lara might be one of the people with whom i talk the most (and, on that note, with whom i ship the most? we have so many plots together i’ve lost count by now) i love that we can spend days without talking and still go back to the same conversation as excited as ever, i love sharing insps with her, i love talking about serious stuff with her (i think she’s almost two years younger than me and she’s given me some precious advice oof) and i… just love her. that’s it.

@bellawrits → there’s not a lot about bella i still haven’t said, but here’s the thing: i can’t imagine my life without her anymore. we’ve known each other long before either of us joined tumblr, and honestly, we started off on the wrong foot, but, seven years after that, i can say i’m glad we overcame it because this is one of the friendships i cherish the most. the day we’re going to meet is coming, i’m certain!!!

@trackoftimc → FATE WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS, and thank god it does because i was really scared i’d never find her again. she just gives off the greatest vibes!! and she’s so nice!! and she’s given me one of my all time favorite ships, too (on that note, WHAT. A. WRITER. like truly. oof)!! and i’m so happy we’ve found each other (’:

@nahshedidnot → also known as my beloved soulmate. suffices to say we bonded over chocolate and jily – how could a relationship like this go wrong? she’s so generous, always ready to help, and so good and so easy to love. and i do. i love her to the ends of the earth. that’s it i don’t even have words

@scumbag1x1 → i met gustavo back in 2016 and haven’t left him alone since! and, fine, sometimes he disappears for months and then suddenly comes back for three days, sends me a picture and vanishes again, but hey, those are three cherished days. and i do like the fact that no matter how much time has passed we’ll always go back to normal. and i specially like the fact that this is someone i can talk to about anything. and yeah i’m being cheesy asf and will never hear the end of it so i’ll just stop here lmaoooo

@monique1x1 → my second 1x1 partner ever!! our first ship still lives, as do other two and i live for them all, even though i reply 0.4 times a year (’: she’s funny, understanding, and i love sharing headcanons with her because we are two sinners in sheep’s clothing lmao she makes me feel like i can tell her anything and never be judged and honestly this is Important™. so yeah i love her

@undesirablenumberone → did you mean: my platonic tumblr crush? we don’t talk much, but i’ve been admiring hell from afar for like two years by now l m a o she’s just so intelligent, and a great editor, and as far as i’ve seen a great writer too, and it just shocks me that i’m mutuals with someone this Cool™. also her twitter is a whole mood but whoop

@etherwrites → also known as the person who’s put up with my extremely sparse replies?? she’s creative and an impressive writer and i’m really glad to have met her because i’m crazy for her and both our ships

@uncrowned-goddess → talk about cherished mutuals!! we always spoke semi regularly and i really liked our interactions. also i follow her on instagram and bish does she look GOOD. and her tumblr content is always on point too so heh 11/10

@snowplots → THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. THE CUTEST BEING. THE MOST ADORABLE. BIG UWU ENERGY. i’m running out of compliments to give but whenever i see dan on my dash, or speak to her, i get heart eyes. please let me hug you and never let go you’re too good for this world

@yas-suo → ah ha! tumblr partner #3! (it’s been a hell of a lot of time. jesus christ.)i used to say i don’t believe in good men, but here’s one!!! i’m still shocked asf, bitch. anyway, i could say a lot, but i wont, because this is long enough as it is lmao, but this is the person who gave me characters i could legit die for and a story to always remember and never let go. he’s creative, motivated, and also pretty much what got me through the hardest parts of last year, even if it was through fiction we’ve created together lmao thank you for putting up with all my shit for all this time (and by that i mean my obsession, my neverending drabbles and edits and playlists and occasional videos lmao, and all the rest, truly.) i shall never forget (’:

#answered #THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS #IT WAS HARD BUT I'M LOVING IT #ethangreyrp

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golddaggers · 8 years ago

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Talking Body

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You are in a extremely heated situation with Klaus and your younger daughter bursts in, so you have to explain to her what’s happening and the older one, who understands what you were doing, keeps making disgusted sounds. After it is all done, you go back to what you were doing.

Warnings: dirty, dirty smut. oral sex (female receiving). sex, ofc. a bit fluff. roughness. swearing. and i guess that’s it.

Word Count: 3105

Being Klaus Mikaelson's partner was definitely not an easy task; aside the fact he was a very complicated and troubled man, the blond had many enemies who craved to see him defeated, which means you were always their first target when they wanted to draw his attention. A bunch of fools, if you were to be honest, for you were no damsel in distress. Matter fact, you had been taught to fight ever since you could remember. Born in a werewolf family, it was kind of obvious that your parents guaranteed to never leave their beloved child unprepared to the supernatural life.

“Mum!” Cami, your younger daughter, yelled, getting you out of your inner thoughts. You closed the book you were reading and offered her a happy smile. “Dad won't let me have cookies!”

“That's because you just had dinner!” A masculine voice replied, trying to sound angry. A soft laugh left your lips. “Agree with me on this, darling.”

“Your father is right, baby.” You stroke her red cheek, placing one blonde curl behind her ear. “Also, you need to go to bed. It's late.”

“Urgh.” She whined, pouting, making both you and Klaus giggle. “This isn't fair!”

Whilst the girl escaped, running out of the room, you stood up from the cushioned armchair you were sitting on and went straight to your husband's arms, enjoying, afterwards, the warm hug he gave you. It was adorable how he never stopped doing these little things like hugging, kissing, holding your hand, grabbing your ass whenever you were not paying attention… All of it; Klaus simply could never stop reassuring his love for you. As for yourself, well, the feelings were wildly mutual.

“I'll tuck her in.” He whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Wait for me in our room wearing that. I’ve been wanting to tear that dress out of you all day long.”

“Uh, I have a little surprise for you, sweetie.” Winking, you guided his hand to your hot, bare core underneath the short sundress you had on and earned a grunt from him. “So, how do you like it?”

“If you keep doing that, I'll have to fuck you right here. And you know I can't stop until you're screaming and begging for more.” His voice was hoarse, soaked in desire. Klaus started to slowly circle figure eights on your clit, which made a gentle sigh escape. That man knew how to turn you on like no other. “This little pussy wants my cock, doesn't it?”

“Yeah, it does.” You linked your arms behind his neck, soon after standing on your toes to steal a shy peck. His rough hand kept working on the centre of your legs, providing a wave of jitters to spread through your form. “But I rather not traumatise our two daughters who are just outside.”

“I'm sorry, love.” His face did not seem apologetic at all, though, which drove a small smirk to curl your lips. “It's hard to control myself when I sense that smell. When I know you're wet just for me. My little wolf craving her alpha.”

“Fuck, Nik. Don't me make this any harder that it already is.”

The man chuckled, his slim digits sliding across your face while his blue eyed stare consumed you to the bone. In a sly movement, you shortened the space between you, kissing him again, this time in a more heatedly way. Unfortunately, it only lasted half a minute, because two loud and clear screams made themselves heard, calling off the moment for now.

“I’ll go see what happened and put Cami to bed, since you clearly can't.” You glanced down, finding his length hardened and knowing he could not go anywhere near his kids with a hard-on. “Shouldn’t take long.”

Klaus nodded, swiftly agreeing with your statement, and went upstairs, leaving you to deal with the two girls. As you walked towards the yelling source, your mind wandered of how you felt when you found out about the loophole that gave you two amazing daughters with the man you loved. Of course you were shocked at first, for the idea had never crossed your mind, however, it all disappeared once you held baby Hope in your arms. Camille, the youngest, came eight years later. The Mikaelsons thrilled with both arrivals, glad that their family was being purified by these two pure souls.

“Mum!”

“What is going on here?”

“Hope stole my cookie!”

“Dad said you couldn't have it.” The brown haired teenager rolled her eyes, shaking her head to her younger sister. “I was just following his rules.”

“Hope’s right, Cami, your father did tell you not to eat it and you disobeyed him.”

“But mum I was hungry!” The blonde whimpered, crossing her arms against her chest.

“No excuse! Go to your room, brush your teeth and off to bed. It's almost ten P.M. and you should be sleeping by now.”

“I'm not sleepy yet!”

“You'll be when you get in bed.” You gazed at Hope, who was leant against a white wall, observing the entire thing and shot her a smile. She groaned. “Thanks, pup.”

“Come on, little brat, let's get you settled to go to bed.”

A proud smile lied on your lips as you watched them mingle with the shadows, going to their rooms. Without a doubt, despite the trouble the sisters caused, they had been the most wonderful gift Klaus had ever given you. Actually, given to you both.

Clamping your bottom lip between your teeth, you remembered that he was waiting for you, possibly lying naked in your bed. The thought made a light discharge drip down your legs and you finally moved, rapidly, to where he was, also hoping he had touched himself so you could punish him right.

Oh, damn you, Niklaus Mikaelson!

“Stop teasing, Nik!” A mellow moan echoed on the place as the blond slithered his thumb across your entrance. After that, he licked a stripe on your inner thigh, winning another frustrated grunt. “Shit!”

“Tell me, love” A pair of blue eyes were raised to look at you whilst his breath fanned your slit, making you contort and arch your back. “What do you want?”

“I want your fucking dick buried inside my pussy. Am I asking too much?” You supported yourself on your elbows, glancing over at him. The Hybrid grinned and pulled your legs, making you fall on your back against the mattress again, then, without hesitation, he shoved two of his digits inside your throbbing core. “Oh God.”

“Nah, don't bother God about this, sweetheart.” Still pounding his fingers in and out, he leant in and savoured one of your nipples. His tongue swirling around the soft skin to make it turgid. All you managed to do was moan, gasp and pant. The orgasm seemed seconds away. “Is my baby girl close? I can feel your walls starting to clench, darling.”

“J-just k-keep going, baby. It feels so good!”

Klaus roughly grasped your hips, bringing them to his mouth in order for him to get taste of your dripping pussy. The soft touch erupted a minor throaty moan, causing a smug smirk to curve Klaus’ lips. You could literally feel him do it. He continued to pump and kitten lick your bundle of nerves until you broke down, cumming; your entire form trembled, shuddering. Plus, you were not able to help the loud “Klaus” that came alongside your climax.

“You're going to wake up the kids this way, love.”

“Shut up.” You laughed, breathlessly. “It's your fault.”

“Well…” A genuine smile made his dimples show and that, although it sounded crazy, got you aroused again. He caught the scent right away. “Oh, look! My baby girl is ready again, isn't she?”

“Oh yeah, she is.” The hoarse whisper that fell from your lips was surprisingly sexy; plus, it imbued you with enough boldness to get him to lie down on the bed and quickly straddle the big bad wolf. “And she's going to ride the hell out of you.”

“Uh, interesting.” He rested his hands on each side of your hips, his thumbs massaging it at leisure. “What are you waiting for, Y/N? Ride your man!”

“My man?” You queried, quirking a brown while swiveling on his lap, gaining a deep grunt. “Since when you are so keen to being under me?”

“I guess I enjoy the bouncing of your tits above me.” The Mikaelson shrugged and you bit your lower lip, eventually joining him in a giggle. “Come on, love, do your thing. It's starting to get a bit uncomfortable.”

“Say it.”

“What?”

“Say how badly you want my pussy. Beg for it.”

“I want it very, very much. I want to feel it strangling my thick cock.”

“Fuck.” The mutter made him smile. “You're so delicious, Nik. So tempting.”

Yet, before you could finally sink down on his dick and end the built up tension, the tall wooden door from the master suite was swung open, revealing a frightened seven year old. Camille's eyes, however, soon showed signs of confusion to why her mother was on top of her father, both bare naked. The second you noticed the child, you squealed, quickly covering yourself with a sheet and blushing, your cheeks bright red from embarrassment.

“Cami, what are-” Hope widened her eyes to the scene and a little after she frowned, looking away. “Ew!”

“Oh my God.” You buried your face on your hands while Klaus simply laughed, covering himself and sitting straight. “I thought you had locked the door!”

“Mum, dad, what were you doing?” The high pitched voice that belonged to your younger daughter questioned and she quickly narrowed her eyes. “I woke up with a bunch of weird noises, then I heard mum screaming and I thought you were doing something to her, dad. Also, why are you naked?”

“Come here, sweetheart.” Klaus requested, wearing his best reassuring smile. “You too, Hope.”

“Oh no, I don't want to hear that.”

“Quit being a brat!” He said, rolling his eyes; her gaze fell to the volume underneath the sheet that covered his stuff. Noticing it, you swiftly threw a pillow on it. No need to traumatise them any further. “Alright, darling, you see… Your mum and I were just playing a game.”

“What kind of game?”

Your husband exhaled, licking his lips and trying his best to stay calm.

“Uh, it's a game that people who love each love each other play.”

“But if it's only a game, why come you're not wearing clothes? And why was mum screaming?”

“We can't play it unless it's without clothes, it's not fair to the participants. As for you mum, she lost so I had to... tickle her.”

“Oh damn, this is so disgusting!” Hope cried, crinkling her nose. “Ew! Ew! Ew!”

“Can I play it too, dad?”

“No!” You squeaked, widening your eyes and shaking your head violently. “It's a game for grown ups like dad and I, sweetie.”

“Oh. Wait, all the times I heard you screaming you were playing this game?”

“You heard us before?” The blond Mikaelson questioned, incredulously.

“Mostly mum saying things like 'faster’ and 'deeper’. “ Cami shrugged. “And you calling her ‘baby’.”

“Camille, let's go to bed, shall we?” Hope interrupted, obviously tired and disgusted to be there. “It's late, mum and dad need to finish whatever they were doing and we need to sleep. We have school tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” She agreed, yawning afterwards. “Take me to bed, Hopey.”

The teenager picked her small sister up and the latter smoothly lied her blonde head on Hope's shoulder, falling asleep in a blink of an eye. You motioned to stand up, however, Klaus gripped your wrist, forbidding you to move away from him. A second later he broke the awkward silence:

“Darling…”

“Don't push me, dad.” The brown haired Mikaelson watched your movements and politely denied it with a wave of her hand. “I got this, mum. Just… Leave me alone for a while, okay? Both of you.”

“I'm sorry you had to see this.” You stated, your irises infused with guilt. “I thought your stupid father had locked the bloody door.”

“Let’s forget this ever happened.” The fifteen year old said, closing her eyes. “Good night, dad. Mum.”

“Good night, gorgeous.”

The Original Hybrid stood up, as soon as she was gone, and clicked the door shut. Your cheeks were still red, you were still ashamed; how could you ever forget this? Your daughters, the little people you brought to life, had seen you about to have sex with their father. If the supernatural life did not damage them, this surely would do the trick.

“Love… Don't take this too seriously.”

“How can I not? They saw us, for God's sake!”

“So what? Cami is not old enough to understand what she saw and Hope knows we do it. No big deal.”

“One thing is to know, the other is to see it.”

He rolled his eyes, unexpectedly pulling you by your ankles and opening your legs to him. His digits slided through your folds, caressing them and slowly getting them wet again. You allowed your head to fall back, fully aware that it was useless to fight against the man who possessed the sex drive of a seventeen year old boy. Also, you were way too sexually frustrated to deny it by this point.

“Shall we continue our little game, love?”

“Argh, do it already, Niklaus!” The demand slipped whilst you screwed your eyes shut, grasping the bed's sheet, squeezing it tightly. “I need you inside of me. Right fucking now.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Grinning, Klaus teased you a tad more, using the swollen tip of his cock to stroke your clit, his pre-cum mixing up with your juices, which helped a lot to increase the room's heat. It was all so hot! You whined, words barely audible. At last, he granted your wish, pushing his shaft inside of you in a sharp movement, obtaining a low gasp as an answer. The Hybrid stayed still for a minute, waiting for your walls to adjust and stretch.

“Wait, before you start, I have a better idea.” A dirty smile changed your face, giving it a lewd beam. “You said you like my tits bouncing. Let me go on top, come on.”

“The kitty likes to be the dominant.” He chuckled, quickly switching places and letting you ride him as you wished. “Bounce those for me, love.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Repeating his words, you slapped your hands on his chest and began to move in a medium stride, earning raspy grunts from Klaus, who had pierced his blue eyes on your entire body, watching as you went up and down on his cock. Damn, that made you feel hotter than ever.

Unable to keep his hands to himself, soon he was cupping your breasts, lightly squeezing them; also, his digits found the soft skin of your peaks, pinching it slightly and making you shiver. Due to the intensity, your hands curled into fists on his chest, punching it as you started to grind against his dick, feeling it go all the way up.

“Shit!” You gasped, and so did he, chewing your bottom lip to hold back the screams that were about to come out. “Klaus, you make me feel so damn good!”

“Oh yeah?” The original’s voice was hoarse, soaked in the mixture of sensations both of you were sharing. “I-I’m going to-”

“Sh.” Silencing him with a finger, you leant in to get a taste from that tasty mouth; the next minute, your tongues were swirling together whilst your forms rocked back and forth to achieve the ultimate pleasure. “Cum to me, Nik.”

“It's always for you, love.” A faint chuckle left his lips as he gripped your hip, moving his own against yours and creating an incredible amount of friction that got your walls clenching around him in no time. “Keep doing that. It feels amazing.”

Using his thumb, he circled figure eights on your small bundle of nerves, which was more than enough to drive you over the edge. High on the orgasm, you cried out his name, allowing your body to fall limp above him. The Hybrid did not stop, though; he pounded in and out of you insanely, groaning raspily.

Finally, after a couple slaps on your ass and letting a low, but sexy, growl escape, Klaus came inside of you. His hot seed filling you up, completing the rough sex session. It had been so intense, you couldn't even raise your glance to observe him, for your form was still numbed out.

“Fuck.” The blond Mikaelson mumbled, his large hands sliding down your back, in order to sooth you and show his affections. “You've been such a good girl, babe.”

“I love when you call me that.” A weak smirk curved your parted lips, a pant falling from them as you did so. “Nik, you tired me out this time.”

“That's new, Y/N.” His chest jittered with his laugh. “Do you want to take a shower, love?”

“Only if you bathe me, because, honestly, I'm not strong enough to do it myself. Seriously, honey, this time you fucked me into oblivion.”

“Is that good or bad?” Klaus quizzed and you could sense he was smiling. “So…?”

“That's good. That's fucking good.”

“We should do it more often, then.”

“For now, just shower me, okay? Let me recover first.”

Chuckling, he easily got up and collected your form from the king sized bed, heading towards the bathroom. You checked the mess that you two left behind over his shoulder, beginning to laugh afterwards, because, between you, it was always this messy.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You shook your head, caressing his stubbled cheek. “I love you.”

“Uh, I've tired you out and got an 'I love you’. Is it my birthday?”

“Tosser.”

“That's the Y/N I know.”

“You didn't say it back.” He frowned, placing you carefully on the bathtub. “That you love me.”

“Seriously?”

“Niklaus, you humped my brains out and now you're shy to say I love you?”

“You know that I do. I love you so damn much.”

A bright smile enlightened your traits while he turned on the warm water faucet, joining you inside the tub right afterwards. With your back resting against him, you could not help but think of how it did not matter how bad he was outside, whenever he was with you, it was always going to be like this: soft and sweet.

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Nothing Can Tear Us Apart: Chapter 11

With his wife curled up at his side, Rafael welcomed the peacefulness of sleep, steadily the darkness of night faded as dawn approached. Through the closed curtains, streaks of light pierced the solitude of their bedroom, the warmth cascaded along his face, and yet he remained unaffected. Suddenly, there was a shadow that blocked the sun's rays from his per view, at that moment, he stirred a little and his eyes began to creep open; his vision was blurred momentarily before everything became clear, and what appeared before him sent waves of happiness and delight as a sleepy grin stretched across his face.

The image was of his darling wife Alexa, who sat on the balls of her feet while wearing a peach colored cami and shorts set; her hands folded neatly on top of her lap, the dark brown irises filled with nothing but love observed her husband’s half-awake state with a beautiful smile of her own. A small hand reached over and with outstretched fingertips brushed the semi prickly cheek that belonged to the handsome man lying in her bed, as he leaned into her touch, Alexa softly said:

"You look so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you"

Rafael hummed, then wrapped his hand around her palm, he brought Alexa's wrist within inches of his lips, where a gentle peck was placed upon the soft, warm flesh. For a moment, they shared a quiet but comfortable silence, then Alexa's demeanor shifted. She pulled her hand back, and switched it back on her lap; its twin remained stationary, but then she started to nervously fiddle with her fingers; Rafael furrowed his brows then propped himself up on his elbow.

"Carino, what's wrong?"

"Rafael, did something happen last night?"

He felt his body temperature rise and heart began to race, but he kept his composure and with eyes still trained on Alexa's, he replied:

"What do you mean?"

Alexa took a deep breath and continued, "When you came home and climbed into bed...you held on to me like you were afraid that I was going to disappear...and as you were holding me I could smell a woman's perfume"

Rafael remained strong, however, internally he was kicking himself...damn I should have showered beforehand, but I just wanted to be near her...to show her that she was and will always be mine...it doesn't matter now, we promised each other no secrets...ok here I go. Rafael took Alexa’s hands into his; the pad of his thumb stroking her knuckles, his stare never wavered as he replayed the events from the other night.

"I was at the office working on my summations, the next thing I knew, Justine came in. She said that she came by to check up on me and insisted I lay my head down for bit...it was only supposed to be for a few minutes but I was out like a light, As I slept, I felt someone lying on top of me...I was dreaming about you...how you came to my office and we were laying down on the couch until I realized that you were still at home, and when I woke up, I found Justine on top of me"

Alexa took a few deep breaths to calm the burgeoning rage building up inside her, "Go on"

"She was dressed in lingerie and tried to seduce me, but I told her that nothing will ever happen between us...she did kiss me but I pushed her off"

Alexa lightly nodded, she knew her husband all too well; he would never be unfaithful under no circumstances, she slipped her hands from his grasp and cupped his face, leaning forward, the pink pout of her lips firmly but sweetly kissed him.

"Thank you for telling me"

"Of course, you know I would never lie to you"

Their foreheads touched, "So...what happens now?"

"I don't know, I can see about having her transferred to another office...I have to talk to Davalos"

"Do you think he'll help?"

"It's worth a try"

Alexa kissed him a few more times before wrapping her arms around him, his hands swirled along her backside as he inhaled her scent; he nuzzled her neck and peppered it with kisses, she giggled at his soft declarations of affections. He pulled away and retained eye contact:

"If I didn't have court today, I would show you how much I love you"

She bit her bottom lip, "You don't have to...I already know"

Rafael slipped his fingers under the strap of her cami and lightly pulled it off her shoulder, lowering his lips onto the bare flesh, he began an assault of loving, affectionate pecks in which Alexa softly sighed while she felt a shiver shoot down her body; with his free hand Rafael gently pressed against Alexa's lower abdomen as his fingers ghosted the waistband of Alexa’s shorts; she whimpered at the feel of Rafael's slow descent into the clothed barrier. Suddenly, the small cries of their beloved Nadia interrupted the intimate moment, the parents lightly chuckled before Alexa shuffled out of bed to tend to the fussy baby; she informed Rafael that breakfast would be ready for him by the time he got dressed, his response was a polite nod.

After he showered and was fully dressed, Rafael descended the steps and entered the kitchen, where his wife had a plate of eggs and bacon waiting for him. With a full stomach and his wife and daughter, as well as Ashtonja in good spirits; he bid them all farewell and made the trip down to One Hogan Place. When he walked into his office, he expected to find Justine sitting at her desk, but to his amazement, he found a familiar face standing before him; his eyes widened as he smiled.

"Carmen?"

"Hello, Mr. Barba"

He pulled the young woman into a hug, he felt a sense of relief at her presence; at that moment, everything that transpired between him and Justine from the night before faded into the background.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with your family"

"My grandfather made a full recovery, doctors said it was a miracle...plus I miss being here"

"Well, it's good to have you back"

They released themselves from their embrace, right as the phone started ringing, acting on instinct Carmen went over to pick up the line, it became Rafael's cue to head inside his office to finish up the closing arguments that were due in a few hours, he spotted the abandoned legal pad that sat from the night before; upon inspection, he saw that it had been completed and that the scrawl in ink was a direct match to Justine's handwriting. He simply shrugged it off and resumed with the task of practicing his summations, a few hours later, he returned to his office, where he spotted a few case files stacked on top of the desk, he stripped off his jacket and sat down in his chair; he opened the first file from the pile and went on to examine its contents.

Halfway through, he heard Carmen's voice coming over the intercom:

"Mr. Barba?"

"Yes, Carmen"

"Mr. Davalos would like to see you in his office"

Rafael arched a brow, "Did he say what it was about?"

"He just said to come into his office"

He closed the file and retrieved his jacket, on the way out, he thanked Carmen; it was only a short elevator ride up to Davalos' floor. As he entered the atrium of his office, he gave a courteous nod to his secretary, the young woman motioned for him to take a seat as she pressed the button on her intercom; where she informed Davalos of Rafael's arrival. He heard Davalos' voice notifying her that Rafael could proceed inside, he departed from his seat, then crossed over into the DAs office.

"Rafael, please have a seat"

He obliged his boss' request, with his legs crossed, he silently awaited the older man's next response, it was in that moment, Rafael felt like a kid that had been called into the principal's office; but in his mind, he knew it was a ridiculous assumption because he had done nothing wrong and yet he couldn't sense this overwhelming sense of dread that came over him. Davalos perched his hands on top of his desk and began to state the purpose of the meeting.

"Rafael...I just had a very interesting conversation with Ms. Greyson"

Rafael inhaled through his nose and let out a calming breath, "What did she say?"

"She claims that you've been inappropriate with her, whispering sexually suggestive comments in her ear...demanding for a pair of her panties and she mentioned an incident in your office last night where you told her to dress in lingerie and subsequently attempted to assault her"

Through clenched teeth, Rafael replied, "She's lying...it was her who was inappropriate with me, she left a pair of her panties in my drawer without my knowledge and made advances towards me...I have never been inappropriate with a woman ever"

"Do you have any proof that she did that?"

Rafael gave no response

"i'm sorry Rafael, but I can't look the other way on this...I have no choice but to reinstate your suspension"

"You can't be serious"

"There can't be any indication of favoritism or impropriety on the part of the District Attorney's office, however, I feel that I should warn you...there will be an internal investigation into these allegations so if I were you.. i'd stay away from Ms. Greyson and retain legal counsel"

Rafael was furious, here it was, this woman was trying to defame his reputation and essentially destroy his career, and yet it didn't surprise him that Davalos was less than willing to help...I bet you are getting a real kick out of this Robert, but there is no way I'm taking this lying down.

"This isn't over Robert...I don't care how long it takes, but I'm going to move heaven and earth to prove that these are baseless charges"

Davalos scoffed, "I know this is pointless to say...but don't make things any harder on yourself than it already is, I'll be sure to have Carmen send over your things from your office but for now, the best thing for you to do is go home"

Rafael turned to leave his office, on the way back to his SUV, he dialed Liv's number.

"Hello"

"Liv"

"Barba"

"You know Justine, my ex-assistant?"

"Yeah"

"She went to Davalos and accused me of sexual harassment and attempted rape"

"I know"

"What do you mean?"

Liv sat up from her desk and walked over to the office door covered by the blinds, she squeezed her fingers in between and pushed up the blind; looking out into the bullpen, she saw Justine sitting at Carisi's desk, the blonde detective stood idly by while her partner jotted a few things down on his notepad; the red-haired woman looked emotionally devastated. Her eyes were bloodshot red from sobbing, causing mascara to drip down her face, smeared lipstick covered the bottom half of her face and all the while she barely made eye contact with Carisi; Olivia could spot the young woman trying to cover up some bruises that were on her wrists with the sleeves of her jacket. On the outside looking in, anyone would make the inference that she had a physical altercation with a person unknown, "Rollins and Carisi are taking her statement right now"

"Liv, I didn't do it"

"Don't worry, we believe you and we're not going to stop until we find out what's going on"

"Thank you"

"Of course,"

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crbrickey · 8 years ago

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Busy Few Weeks...

Wow! A lot has happened. I started the last few weeks with a little Birthday trip with Rush, Cris, Kim and Cami down to Shreveport Louisiana. It was a great time minus the casinos. After two trips now, I can now say I have been to Shreveport 2 too many times. I will keep my gambling practices out of Louisiana from now on. Of course, I didn't just go there. I also spent a few days in my favorite city Dallas. I got to see my niece and nephew and relax for a few days. Just what the doctor ordered, or so I thought.

Two days after returning home, I went to bed early (and when I say early I mean early-before midnight), only to wake up at midnight in the most severe pain I have ever experienced. And I have experienced some pain! I usually consider myself tough, but this had me in tears. The right upper part of my ribs felt like they were being ripped apart with every breath I drew. Wearing a bi-pap only helps you take deeper breaths. Yeah, it hurt! Finally, I decided I better go to the hospital, and thank God I did. To my amazement, the doctor informed me I would be admitted with Pneumonia. I was in profound shock, I consider myself the Pneumonia whisperer. I can usually feel it coming before it even shows up on x-rays or blood tests. Not this time. It was so bad, they put me in ICU.

Here’s the crazy thing, I never felt congested, my only system was the sheering pain. Well, none the less, after 2 days in the ICU and receiving Iv antibiotics, I was out of the ICU and looking forward to going home. When I get healthy, I hate staying longer than I have to. Besides, KU played Baylor on Saturday, I didn't want to watch it on their 20 inch postage stamp they call a tv. Thankfully, I had a nurse who was a patient advocate and with her help, I was able to get out on Friday afternoon. Talk about the weirdest hospital trip of my life. Completely flabbergasted when diagnosed with Pneumonia, not having to fight to be admitted, two days in ICU, and home on day 3. Minus the pain, I kind of hope the rest of my hospital stays go like that. The ICU wasn't ideal but Wesley Woodlawn ICU has the most comfortable bed I have ever slept on. If you work at Wesley Woodlawn, and you are reading this, if they ever decide to change beds, let me know- I call dibs.

The next week, my beloved Jayhawks clinched our record tying 13th straight Conference Regular Season Championship. I started joking about this record about 6 or 7 years ago not thinking it would be attainable. The team that set the record was the incredible John Wooden coached UCLA Bruins. This team owned College Basketball for years. There wasn't parody back in the day like there is today. So, to be honest this record 13 is a lot more impressive than what UCLA did. And if you still don't believe me, one more fact: In 6 of he 13 years the Big XII was ranked first or second in BPI. Which is the Basketball Power Index which means it was the best conference or second best conference from top to bottom. (you knew I couldn't do a blog without talking sports)

And now the most exciting time is right around the corner. March! I love this month. We have spring training Baseball, Fantasy Baseball research and drafts, warmer weather, and oh yeah- this little thing called March Madness! With the way my Hawks always fight, this could be a special season. Either way- it already has been. We tied a record, we are ranked #1 and last night we said goodbye to 3 unbelievable seniors including who should be this years player of the year and quite possibly my new all time favorite Jayhawk--Frank Mason III. In today’s age of one and done’s its so nice to see such an accomplished Senior class. Hopefully we have 2 more trophies to win (Big XII Tournament and National Championship).

Now, before i leave, I wanted to share a wonderful story written by Ken Rosenthal about Tony Beasley the Texas Ranger 3rd Base Coach. This story really resonated with me, because I try to live my life the same way. Win every day!! Here is the link, please take the time to read it. It will inspire you and besides, he’s a lot better writer than myself. This will be a breath of fresh air if you read my blogs. http://www.foxsports.com/mlb/story/rangers-draw-love-inspiration-from-coach-tony-beasleys-health-battle-022817

Well, that pretty much sums up my life the last few weeks, the important thing is - I survived and I will keep doing it. As there is hope on the horizon. I will dive into that topic later, next month my positive-no drama ban will be over and I will dive into some more deeper issues. Don’t worry though, I’ll keep it positive and keep you updated on my beloved Rangers and Jayhawks. You’re welcome!

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Every King Needs An Heir (Part I): The Beginning

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x Fem!Original(Vampire)!Reader

Warnings: Changing the story line of The Originals, i think/somewhat torture?, fluff, swearing, angst, sad stuff, sexual references / implied smut, not proofreading

Note: So a) I’m posting this before i finish the requests because it was sitting in my drafts for a lil’ bit oops, b) I’m posting a masterlist with it because I plan on posting loads more of The Originals heh

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Part I / Part II / Part III

Cami stepped back, eyes watery, “Oh my God-” As she hesitated, Klaus flinched, but she stepped forward again, to his relief. The past made Klaus feel vulnerable, as it was a time he felt the weakest, soft in public and private, yet treated like a beast. “No one should have to experience things like that...”

“Exactly what I think, darling.” A new voice, someone she’d never met before, stepped out, standing next to Klaus with the same teary eyes as the two of them shared. Her voice quivered as she spoke. “Exactly. What I think.”

“I- uh- Excuse me,” voice crack, “but just who are you?”

Klaus stepped forward, grabbing Cami again to bring her diving into another part of his memories, this time, showing a bit more than him chained up. More than him begging for Elijah’s help.

“Help me.” He looked into his brother’s eyes, pleading with every bit of hope he had left. However. All four Mikaelsons’ attention was drawn elsewhere. To someone Klaus knew all too well, to someone who had been turned with the rest of his family due to the fact that they were sweethearts and she was someone his mother, as impossible as it seemed at the moment, adored.

Y/n was screaming in agony, begging for his father to let him go. She ran up to the Mikaelsons that were present, eyes red and nose snotty. Niklaus could see the hurt miles away, as her voice flooded his mind. The hybrid took in her state of sorrow, slowly processing her presence.

Klaus did not ignore this. After Elijah refused to help him, he began shouting a different request, “Stop her! Don’t let her see this! Don’t let her get hurt! Brother, please! Please!”

Just as his father was about to smack Y/n away, Elijah obliged to his younger brother’s desperate wishes and grabbed her by her waist, pulling her back and gripping her tightly. She hit at him, over and over again, but it was no good. Esther was preventing her as well, with magic, but not for Klaus. It was so Niklaus couldn’t be helped from what they were going to do.

He looked to his beloved in pain, not just his own, but hers. Seeing her, merciless, fighting just to return to his arms and help free him. His heart broke a thousand times while he was forced by his chains and his, currently breaking, heart to watch as she flailed in Elijah’s arms, reaching out to her lover with one hand, while grabbing at Elijah to let her go with the other. His heart was in worse pain than his body was. The hybrid cried for her, for his father, for anyone, begging for help.

She cried for Klaus. Her voice was becoming hoarse after all of her screaming, yet she did not have the intention of giving up. Elijah continued to stand behind her, holding her back with regret and sympathy on his features. He was wounded enough that he ignored his brother’s cries, and to have Y/n involved would be too much. For Klaus, and for Elijah.

Y/n managed to escape, running to Mikael and jumping. She wrapped her arms around his neck from behind. He moved his shoulders roughly, causing her to thrash every which was he turned, then threw her off of him. Her head hit a rock and black filled her vision.

Camille was shown a new memory.

Y/n lied there, underwater, cursed by her future mother-in-law to remain unconscious until someone were to lift her out. Luckily, Klaus was allowed to, now that the deed had been done.

He crouched by the small hole in the ground, reaching and lifting her with one of his arms under her neck and the other wrapped around her soaked, however still clothed, body. He pulled her with him as he scooted from the water. Niklaus gazed at her face, eyes closed and looking peaceful...somewhat...angelic. He sobbed softly, pressing a kiss to her lips.

‘Please wake up, please wake up’.

The words were racing through his head. Maybe his mother didn’t actually put a temporary spell on her like she said she did. He was going to pull away, bury her wherever he thought appropriate until he could figure out a way to undo the spell, but he stopped. Somewhat by his own doing- but also somehow maybe not all his own.

A hand came to the back of his head, another clung onto his shirt, pushing him deeper into the kiss, the lips his met dancing with his.

They finally pulled away, and Y/n clung to Klaus. “You- you were being hurt-” she finally looked him in his face. His full face. She studied the look in his eyes as her expression softened, “Oh Nik... what did they do to you?”

He couldn’t bring himself to speak. She had been knocked out before they started the ritual, so she didn’t have to suffer seeing those parts, but he had to suffer living through them. Y/n’s eyes widened. Klaus knew by the look on her face that he had shared the memories with her without meaning...or rather, without conscious meaning.

His eyes met hers one more time before he roughly kissed her again, and rolled sideways, hovering over her. She tightened her hold in his shirt, fighting his tongue with her own. Y/n was still wet, covered in water droplets, from the hole that held her, but both originals could care less. The couple eagerly returned to the largely missed embraces of one another. Their need was not controlled by lust, rather, by love.

Y/n had been stashed underwater for an amount of time she had no knowledge of, as well as watched the love of her life plead for help, and Klaus had been through various ways of pain and torture while his mother and father put a block on the beast inside of him, not to mention struggling just as much as she did watching him as he watched her through a very similar view. They were in no mood for foreplay, nor quick and rough. They missed each other, needed each other, needed comfort, needed love.

When Camille's conscious returned to the present time, she let out a small sigh of relief, obviously from the thankfulness of not having to witness a sex scene from her friend’s memories with this mysterious woman she now guessed to be his lover.

“Oh... Oh my... Both of you...both of you experienced such horrible things... I can’t imagine how- how- how horrible, that was... No one should ever have to experience things like what Klaus had to, or what you had to.”

A small silence, accompanied by the never ceasing tension filled the room. The sadness was lingering, dancing to the water droplets splashing from one person’s face onto their skin, then leaping to the next face, listening to the same melancholy melody repeat form person to person.

“Ahem,” Klaus wiped away his tears, wiped the smile off his face, and returned to his point, “Unfortunately, it’s time for us to be taking our leave.” He nodded to his wife.

“Indeed. Alas, Camille, it’s time for us to say our goodbyes. It was a pleasure meeting you. Take care, alright?” Y/n smiled softly at the confused woman. She turned back to Klaus and kissed him lightly, before nodding and walking out of the room.

“What was that about?” Camille’s voice could be heard from the other side of the door. Obvious hurt and confusion intertwined with the feminine voice, her argument about wanting to help both Klaus and his wife filled Y/n’s ears as she waited by the door. The familiar masculine voice that joined in shortly was much more hushed, bringing comfort to Y/n while she rubbed her stomach softly, and was filled with similar emotions.

“Knowing what you do about this world will only get you killed.” He thought about Y/n and how joyful she was to meet Cami, about Kieran and his love and wishes for his niece and her safety, about the friendship he had grew over time with this mortal woman. It had been a bit since he had considered someone a friend. “And I cannot allow that.”

He cupped her cheek, forcing her to look into his eyes, “Leave New Orleans. Forget everything you’ve learned here today... Forget Y/n, and forget me.”

She cuddled into his warmth, and closed her eyes.

“Love?”

“Yes, Nik?”

His arm came to hers and rubbed it up and down lazily, his nails were what touched her skin, so soothing that goosebumps made home on Y/n’s skin.

“When the little one comes, do you think I’d do what Elijah seems to believe I might?”

“I believe,” she opened her eyes and lifted herself, shifting over her husband and straddling him. She trailed kisses up his torso and stopped at his lips, not fully kissing him, but touching them as she spoke, “that you will do what is necessary. Even if that means killing off all vampires, or witches, so on. As long as you,” She moved to the right side of his face, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “me,” his left cheek, “and the baby,” finally, his lips. She whispered the final part before connecting their lips again and staying, giving him the control he waited ever so patiently for, “are safe.”

“I still can’t believe you’re pregnant-” He chuckled, his breath hitting her soft lips. They rolled over. Y/n wrapped her arms around Klaus’ neck.

“Magic gave me the opportunity and my heart told me to take it. Plus,” Y/n’s hand came to Klaus’ head, shoving his mouth back to hers for the-whatever-th-time that evening. She smiled against her husband’s lips, “you’re a good fuck.”

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