#when tyler said there's a pressure in my chest. bitch i felt that.

[next-semester]

okay joke's over can they announce us leg 2 so I can have a reason to live. cause everything is too fucking bleak right now

[codswalloping]

Tagged by @gritkitty. Rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line (or three), and share it! then tag 10 people. 

My takeaway from this exercise is that I write a fuckton of h/c and a fuckton of dialogue, but it’s fun to write bantery h/c, dammit!

Tagging @angryonabus @chocolatepot @cinnaluminum @clarasteam @glassmirrormask @leupagus @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3 @missgeevious @newnewyorker93 @whetherwoman and anyone else who wants to play!

Cabin Pressure, “Contents May Have Shifted”

There was a very squashed moment or two of silence.

"Arthur," Martin said. "Why have you stuffed me into the locker?"

Doctor Who, “Afterburn”

Jack laughed. "Hello yourself," he managed, and then he couldn't help it, he ran at the Doctor and swept him up in a violent, crushing hug, his Doctor after all this time, all this time, all this time.

Generation Kill, “Feel Like I’m Fixin to Die”

“Hey, I’ve had plenty of visions that don’t involve my own dick,” Ray says. “I’m having one right now about Sixta’s dick, plowing you hard up the ass, and you are loving it, too.” He throws a leg over Espera’s and starts humping him. “Comply with this grooming standard, bitch.”

John Finnemore’s Double Acts, “A Friend in Need”

“Oh, no,” said Bunning, shocked into sincerity. “My dear fellow. You mustn’t think I minded that. I’m a poor enough nursemaid, but even so. Glad to help out. Really I am.” He’d felt, in fact, an aching tenderness toward Søndergaard in his vulnerability—he felt it still, a knot of swelling tension in his chest that didn’t seem to belong anywhere but that he didn’t know how to put down. It would wear off, he supposed, in time.

Life on Mars, “Shot”

He couldn't unsee it, try as he might: the way Sam's face at rest had looked almost pretty, the smoothness of his skin laid out over hard muscle and bone. How could you see something like that and not want to touch it? He'd wanted to curl himself around the damaged body of Sam Tyler, like a hard shell over something soft.

Love and Rockets, “Hopeless”

Every now and then, though, not always, there’s a way Maggie has of making her feel all liquidy and achy-tender at the core. There’s no telling what might set it off: the sound of her laugh, or the way she sticks her tongue out a little when she’s working with her hands, fixing something, or the stupid open trusting expression on her face when she looks up at Hopey all of a sudden. It makes Hopey want to grab her hand and just run somewhere with her, anywhere, everywhere.

Our Flag Means Death, “Happily Ever After”

“Black Beard,” said Stede, thoughtfully. “No, I’ve not heard of him. Fierce fellow?”

“Really desperate character, yeah,” said Lucius. “Such an asshole. Throw you overboard soon as look at you, for no reason whatsoever.”

“And he’ll never quit paying for it, will he,” Ed muttered. “God help the poor soul.”

Schitt’s Creek, “Strange Brew”

“But you’re really hot,” David said, surprised. “You wouldn’t want to fuck yourself? I’d totally fuck me if I weren’t me.”

“Uh huh,” Patrick said, in an and there you go tone of voice.

The Watchmaker of Filigree Street, “Fetish” [NB the tentacles in question are NOT KATSU’S I would never]

It felt like being gently and cleverly rearranged at the circuit level, as if he were one of Mori’s creations, responding helplessly to the watchmaker’s intimate manipulations. The tentacles pulsed, thickened and thinned, curled and twisted and delved; there were so many of them now, so relentless, so deep— Thaniel sobbed out a cry of wordless ecstasy, and shook, and shook, and shook.

What We Do in the Shadows (2014), “Thirst Aid”

Not that he wanted a relationship with a werewolf. Not even a very kind and funny one with freckled eyelids and warm, strong arms and the most enticing little dimple when he smiled. Yuck. Disgusting.

[rimaiahwrites]

FIRST TIME —

Chapter three

Israel and Erik sat on the patio

Chairs, nodding their heads to the mumbled beat of the music playing inside. The way he stared at her and the way he touched her...god it was driving her crazy. "You look chill as hell." Erik chuckled taking a sip from his cup.

"Whatever you give me got me feeling myself," she replied with a loud laugh following behind finally feeling the Hennessy hit her slowly but surely. She was tippy and felt a bit hazy with her motions. She actually like being tippy it made her feel free and mellow.

Erik licked his lips slowly as he stared at her legs. He swiftly scooted closer to her brushing his thigh against her exposed one, playfully. She smiled and nudged his knee back. Giggling as she did so. "You cute as hell girl." Erik confessed drooping his arms over her bare shoulders. She blushed, turning her head the other way so he couldn't see, even though he wouldn't be able to see her flash red because of the dark pigment of her skin. She let out a quick 'thank you' glancing at him for a spit second. Her heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest with how close he was to her. "Why you so shy? It's like one second you confident as hell then the next you look like you wanna hide under a rock." He said nudging her again. Israel shrugged taking her bottom lip into her mouth.

Erik straighten his leg out to the last step so he could dig in his front pocket, he pulled out a tiny bag of weed, a lighter and blunt papers.

Israel eyebrows raised as she intensity watch him put the green crummy substance in the middle of the brown floppy paper and rolling licking and running the flame over the blunt to keep it together. He felt her eyes stare holes into his head but, he ignored her as he put the blunt into his mouth. lighting it and taking a drag from it. The smoke fulled his lungs and he became more relaxed.

He almost forgot the young girl was even there until his heard her sniffing the air. He choked out a laugh that made his shoulders bounce as he watched her, with her nose in the air sniffing the smoke almost as if her life depended on it. "Why are you laughing? It smells so good..." She hummed while she closed her eyes, letting the smoke hug around her as he blow it in her face. "You might wanna slow down baby, or you gon' be high as hell and I ain't finna Carry yo ass to the car and shit." He chuckled softly rubbing the ashes from the blunt on the side of the wooden bar. She laughed along with him.  "What's it like being high?" She asked innocently, looking at him through her eyelashes. He smiled at that and asked "You never been high? Damn how old are you?" She was slightly taken back by his tone but nonetheless answered. "What does that how to do with my age? You can be 45 and still never smoked weed before." She argued back.

He leaned back onto the chair making it hit the house. "You never answered my question...how old are you again?" He asked yet again wanting to make sure she wasn't underage.

"You never answered mine but...I'm 18..." she said looking down at her feet. That's damn near underage he thought. But She on the other hand obviously knew that he was way older then her because he looked grown, grown. He had a Mustache and a beard, he was very muscular, bulky and tall. He just didn't look 'boyish' and his attitude was very mature.

"Shit I thought a nigga was bout to catch a case wit' the way yo ass was talking." He shook his head letting out yet another chuckle. She mumbled a Ha before saying "knowing my dad he wouldn't even go to the police, he'll probably kill You himself," he Raised his eyebrows telling her to elaborate a little.

"my dad is very overprotective plus he was in the military so he a little crazy now- which just isn't a good mix..."

"I remember when I was younger I lived next to this cute little boy name Tyler, I used to play with him all day every day until my dad found out, he scared the little boy by showing him his gun and telling him that "if you play with my little girl again, I'll kill you." The little boy cried his eyes out and never spoke to me again." She chuckled softly while kicking a pebble off the stair.

"yo dad sound like a crazy ass nigga damn, low key Sound like some shit I would do, I actually not to many years ago I beat my ex- hoe side nigga unconscious" He evilly grin at her before Continuing his rent.

"Ion play around wit that shit if you my bitch you ain't finna have a thousands of other niggas in yo phone ion care if they just your friends. If I'm fuckin' you then I'm the only nigga fucking You. Period. Ain't no side niggas." He hissed at her almost like they was fucking and he found her 'side niggas' in her contacts.

She stared at him while taking her lip in between her teeth. He grinned, showing off the golden caps he had on his bottom set of teeth. They shined in the moon light almost making her melt into her seat.

He so fine. She thought as she examined his Whole body from head to toe. "You like being spoken to like that don't you?" She raised her eyebrows. "I saw the way you bite your lip when I spoke to you harshly, you like that shit don't you?" He asked her, taking her chin in his hand, Pulling her face to his, their lips just almost touching.

She rolled her eyes pushing his head away from her slightly. "No, get out my face boy." She mumbled feeling herself get really shy and awkward all of a sudden. She was doing so good with not doing that, but of course he had to fuck it up for her.

"Nah don't pretend, you like that shit." he whispered against her lips with humor but she couldn't figure out what was so funny.

her eyes moved up to his with nothing but pare innocence in them. He moved in closer to her face pressing his lips against hers. She gasped but didn't pull away. "follow my lead princess," she melted at the pet name and tried to do exactly what he was doing. His lips moved in a slow pace so she could keep up, his hands ran up her back and right back down to her ass.

He smacked it making she gasped. he added his tongue in the mix while His other hand gripped her neck slightly applying pressure. She moaned and throw her head back and he quickly traveled his slow wet kisses down to her neck, he bit, suck and licked her coco butter scented skin while gripping her thighs and ass tightly in his rough, vain covered hands. She squealed when he found her sweet-spot and he sucked leaving a red-ish mark on the Front of her neck.

Her core wept and screamed for him to touch her but Israel was to afraid to tell him or even hint at him that she was tingling down there. It was starting to become wet and uncomfortable in her underwear so she squirmed in her seat letting out a another Soft "oh my gosh Erik-" he smirked against her neck and peck her lips a few times before backing away from her. She could still feel his lips on her and the taste of his tongue Lingered in her mouth. "You so fucking pretty you know that?" He asked pulling her up onto his lap so she was straddling his legs. her dress raised up and her light pink panties showed from underneath. "Yeah I know but thank you." She said giving him a teasingly smile. She wasn't nervous anymore, she was too far gone to care and far to lost in his lustful eyes. Erik grabbed her drink that sat on the side of her and brought it to her lips. "chug it," he demanded and she did as she was told. Chugging the rest of the dark sweetness that hide inside her cup.

"Good girl," He pecked her lips taking a liking to the taste of Hennessy and pineapple on them. She blushed at the praise. "That's gonna get you loosened up, I can tell you ain't done nun like this you all awkward and shit." She bite her lip as Her cheeks grow hot. Embarrassment washed over her and she screamed at herself to 'act normal'.

He chuckled to himself taking a drag from his blunt. "It's alright baby girl don't start overthinking shit." He said as if reading her mind, He stared into the dark sky only glaring at her for a second before going back to the blunt that was almost gone. His eyes hung low, his breathing calm and his dick hard from the Hennessy. "You trying to leave? I ain't really feeling this whole party thing, to be honest one of my niggas made me come, and a nigga hungry as fuck." she nodded. Just wanting to be around him for as long as she could. she felt desperate for male attention from someone other then her brothers and father, this was different, this was something she has never had before. All in one night she's gotten tippy, kissed and let a grown man grip and grind on her. She was excited for what was going to happen next. it was like she was in a crazy teen flick. "Yeah i wasn't really ether, my cousin dragged me here."

Erik grabbed her hand and pulled her back in the house and towards the front door but she stopped him once she realized that she came here with her cousin. "Wait I gotta tell my cousin I'm leaving." She said pulling away from him to walk towards jasmine who was now sitting on the dark-skinned-bright-white-smile man's lap.

Israel smiled knowingly at her cousin before bending down to whispered in her ear. "Is it ok if I leave? I'm gonna go with Erik." she beamed pointing at him from across the room. He nodded at them before walking over to them. Erik shook up with his friend Byron that jasmine was sitting on. "Wassup bro," he mumbled to the man that was now leaning against the wall. He replied with a noting much.

"Yeah it's ok, I know him plus-" Jasmine leaned in Israel's ear and whispered "I think he trying to dick me down tonight" she squealed and Israel laughed and rolled her eyes. "Ok call me tomorrow and tell how that goes." Israel wink as Erik said his good byes to his friend and started pulling her towards the front door. She stumbled a few times trying to keep up with Erik but it was a little hard with the tall heels she had on. He stopped and looked back at her, he could tell by the look of her face her feet Hurt. He didn't think twice before lifting the girl up bridal style,and resting her arms around his neck. She gasped and hit his chest while giggling. "Oh my gosh put me down, you don't have to carry me!" He chuckled. She hide in the crack of his neck as he unlocked the door to the passenger seat. She finally took her head from his neck when he sat her down on his black lather seat. She didn't noticed until now that the whole car was a shiny golden Jeep.

She gasped and ran her hands across the nice dash bored and seats. "Wow this car is so nice can I have it?" She joked playfully at him. He smirked at her before tossing the keys her way. "Sure if you really want it, I don't drive this one that much," he shrugged. "But In all honestly I would rather like to see yo sexy ass in my all black Lamborghini with the red detailing." He grinned showing off his gold caps.

She rolled her eyes and hummed a 'Mmhm'. She tossed him back his keys and put her seat belt on. He chuckled at her and shut her door before getting in the drivers seat.

"You hungry?" She nodded, Not really listening to what he just said because she was to busy playing with the thingy that she found on the side of her seat. He glanced over to her and grabbed it from her hands. "Why you touching shit?" She pouted but still asked "what is that?"

"You love asking questions huh?" She nodded and as seconds passed she was still looking at the side of his face. "What?" He growled at her. "What is that? A electric pen?" He chuckled.

"That's basically what it is. It's CBD you wanna try it?" He said playfully with a big grin spread across his face. She shook her head, now looking around the ear trying to find something new to mess with.

Erik raised his eyebrow as he watched her go through his stuff on the side of her seat. "Aye cut that shit out ma, damn sit still." He hissed. He grabbed her hands and sat them on her lap and she sat still, doing as she was told. "You seem like the boring meanie type." She snorted. He shrugged while taking a hit from his pen. "And you seem like the bratty 'gets whatever she wants' type." She pouted and crossed her arms very definitely And huffed out a "I'm not but go off." Under her breath, looking out of her window. He heard but decided to ignore her, for her own sake.

They pulled up to a house that looked old and beaten down. Her face scrunch up as her belly growled. "I thought we were going to get something to eat?"

"We are. But imma get my weed first then we came go get whatever you want." He stated before shutting and locking her inside the car for safety reasons. Erik was in and out in less than 10 minutes With a big bag pf weed. Israel was shocked at how much he had chuckled at her and put the bag in his back seat.

"Alright what what you trying to eat?" He asked once they were back in the car and on the road, the radio was on blast with drakes album scorpio, and it was a whole vibe to say the less. The smoke that flow through the air made them both smooth and mellowed out. "Let's get Wendy's! They got the spicy chicken nuggets back." He nodded and turn into the dive through to Wendy's. "What you want? Just the nuggets or a foe for foe?" He asked making her chuckling at the way he said it. "Yeah I want a four for four." She said playfully teasing him. He crack a smile at her before ordering her food.

He grabbed the bag and immediately dug in it grabbed a hand full of fries.

"Hey those are mine you have two burgers." Israel whines trying to reach for the bag that was in his lap. "I bought them tho." He mumbled with a mouth full of fries. Israel rolled her eyes, giggling before snatching the bag of food out of his lap and stuffing the burger in her mouth. "Damn you that hungry?"

"Shut up I told you I was that hungry." He snickered at her before relighting his blunt and taking a drag. "You mean as hell when you hungry you know that? You not you when you're hungry neckass." He said making her spit out her food a little from laughing. "Oh my gush Shut up!" He turn into a Hotel parking lot that was filled with empty cars so that they could eat, twenty minutes after they got done eating they were just talking, Erik sat with a blunt in his hand while he leaned all the back in his seat and Israel sat cross legged with her dress rising a bit up her thighs. Erik couldn't help but to wonder what juiciness laid in between her legs. The weed and sexual music that played In the background was definitely getting to him and he was ready to risk it all.

"Oh my gosh this is my song!" She squealed turning up the radio when one of her favorite artist voice ring through the speaker of Erik's car. BMO by ari Lennox. She began move her hips in a sensual manner while closing her eyes, lip singing along to the song. She couldn't help but to move with the smooth beat.

Erik's hungry eyes couldn't stop watching her in Amazement, he loved the way her brown skin glow from the moon light and the thick shea butter that costed her skin. She turned to face him and sang the words to him softly, with a big goofy smile on her face.

"That bodies on fire

Ooh love me long, 'til you get tired

Ooh baby you got what I (want)

You's a real one, I'm inspired"

Erik shook his head at her before laughing while She kept singing and dancing to the song, paying him no attention.

He dug his phone out of his pocket to check the time.

3:45

"Your parents don't be tripping when you out this late?" She shook her head curling up in her seat. "They don't know I'm out, they really strict And don't be letting me out the house so I snuck out."

"What if you get caught?" She shrugged eating a cold fry from her Wendy's bag. "My dad probably going to beat my ass." His eyebrows raised. "Hell nah you to damn old to still be getting ass whoopings."

"You should tell my dad that." She mumbled. Erik's mind went to the worst but he didn't ask any questions.

"Well we should get you home then."

-

"When can I see you again?" She asked pouting slightly, not wanting to leave him so soon.

"Ion know but imma text you, alright princess?" She nodded. "Alright go get yo pretty ass in the house before yo daddy come out here swinging." He said jokingly, smacking her ass.

"Ok bye Erik." She whined before walking up to the tree to climb up to her bedroom window. Erik chuckled as he watched her struggle climbing to the tree. When she finally made it up and fall inside to her room she quickly popped up and waved at him. He chucked the deuces up before pulling off.

[justlostinautumn]

Abandoned 4

Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

After her friends and boyfriend continuously leave her in danger and abandon every plan she makes for them the Originals slowly mend her breaking heart. The gang’s enemies become her friends with her and they don’t know how to feel about it. The last straw is walking in and seeing her boyfriend cheating on her and she runs to the ones who always care for her. What will the gang do when they lose something irreplaceable?

Y/N sat in the car in silence unsure on how she felt if she could even explain what just happened because she doesn’t even know anymore. Y/N knew Tyler and Enzo wanted answers about what happened before they got there, but she wasn’t sure she could say it… she didn’t think she could say the words out loud because once she said it she could never take it back… it would become a reality. She wasn’t sure if she wanted that.

The anger she had been feeling earlier was starting to fade and she was starting to feel hollow. How was she meant to feel about it all other than a little lost? She was sitting at the back of the car and she looked at the backs of Tyler and Enzo’s heads. Questions started to fill her mind… but the main one that seemed to plague her was Why? 

It took them about 45 minutes to get to the Mikaelson Mansion and as more time went on, the further down the hole Y/N sunk. She couldn’t figure out what was going on… why any of it was going on. Why wasn’t she enough? The question bounced around her head and the answers she had just made her want to sleep and never wake up. 

Walking into the Mikaelson Mansion had her nervous, she couldn’t put her finger on why but she did know she wanted to curl up in bed and sleep till she forgot everything… hopelessness was beginning to fill her, she almost missed the numbness.

“Little Love?” Klaus gave her a small unsure smile but when he saw the sad empty look on her face his heart broke. He looked at Tyler and Enzo who looked heartbroken too, but didn’t have answers for him.

“Sunshine?” Kai bounced into the room freezing when he felt the pressure around her, Freya and Davina felt it too and they gasped. This was something they’d never felt from her before and tears filled their eyes. How were they so blind to her pain?

“Kitten!” Kat purrs smiling but stops and is by her side holding her face looking at her. The first move Y/N made was pulling away from Katherine shaking her head. She knew she’d break if they came too near, she wasn’t ready.

“Y/N?” Rebekah cooed softly, knowing what was happening.

“Please don’t…” Y/N sniffed and they knew what she meant. Their hearts broke for her. But, they also knew what she needed even if she was denying it.

“Love…” Klaus pulled her into his arms and she hit his chest as she tried to struggle away and she finally gave up gripping his shirt sobbing. That feeling of warmth and security breaking the last of her walls.

“Why am I not enough?” She gasps in broken sobs and hiccups. Klaus held her closer to him, it pained him to have her think she wasn’t enough. It hurt them all, because she was more than any of them could ask for.

“You are more than enough, anyone who doesn’t see that is blind… wait even the blind can see that! You are everything anyone could want. You’re smart, beautiful, strong, compassionate and so much more. You are enough! He was never enough for you… let’s be honest no one will ever be enough for you!” Klaus holds her tight and she continues to cry, her grip never loosening as she listens to the words he says. His hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. As the other hand runs through her hair allowing her to bury her face deeper into his chest because the first time in a long time she felt loved… she felt safe.

When she pulled away to look up at him she gave him a watery smile, “thank you.”

She went up onto her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek right at the corner of his mouth. She pulled away and gave him a shy smile, turning and looking at everyone else and letting out a deep breath, maybe it wouldn’t be bad to talk about what happened. Maybe it will help her process.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Freya asked softly, and Y/N smiled at her and gave a small nod. Freya took her hand and led her into the living room, she settled on the sofa Freya on one side and Rebekah on the other. Y/N looked at everyone else and they pouted and gave her puppy dog eyes, Y/N couldn’t help the giggle that burst through her lips as she looked at a group of some of the most powerful beings in the world pouting like a child whose favourite toy had been stolen. It felt good to be wanted… to be loved so much they were jealous of siblings, friends or partners who got the seat before them.

“I wanted to sit next to her!” Kol whined and Davina laughed pulling Kol onto one of the loveseats as the others took various other spots in the room. Reluctantly glaring at a smug Rebekah and Freya.

“What happened?” Katherine was resting her arms on her thighs as she leaned in and watched you closely. Eyes examining Y/N closely, trying to read what was going on.

“I went home like I said I would and everything was fine at the beginning… but it spiralled quickly.” Y/N was frowning, as she thought of everything that happened. “They were shouting at first, but then it started to escalate and Dad threw a vase at me when it broke it was like he saw red and he went off no holdback.”

“I’m going to kill him,” Klaus growled, getting up ready to bring the man in question down to his knees begging for his life. Begging for mercy for what he’d done to their sunshine.

“Niklaus!” She scolds him and he looks at her and walks up to her, kneeling in front of her watching her closely.

“He hurt you.” Klaus strokes her cheek looking into her eyes, trying to get her to understand his side, why he needs to do it.

“Nik I’m fine. When they left I called Ty, he and Enzo turned up, helped me clean and healed me all up!” She held his hand giving it a soft squeeze and gave him a smile, to say she was okay.

“The gang came to my house after eavesdropping your little drink, they were pissed and decided they wanted me to persuade Y/N to leave you guys or to use you guys, I wasn’t paying too much attention really… look I may not like you, but you are some of the only people who have her best interest at heart.” Tyler continued, there was sincerity in his words and they were grateful she had someone like him in her life.

“They wanted to know what was happening and we said if she wanted them to know she would have called them. We left and went straight to her. She refused blood at first, saying she already had some of yours. Then the Gang showed up, they started to realise they have never been invited in and were pissed when Y/N wouldn’t let them in.” Enzo smirks at Y/N who rolls her eyes. But, also a frown at the memory, grateful for Enzo skipping over how overwhelmed and emotional she was.

“Okay, it is like you’re trying to get me in trouble! They tried to say they were family and Elena was being a whiny bitch because things weren’t going her way… I just wanted space and I couldn’t have that! They followed me to the Grill and then they turned up at the house. They get pissed off when I don’t let them in, what right did they have to come in?” Y/N was pissed off and was done with it all! Why couldn’t they respect her wishes? None of them wanted to answer, they knew the answer was because they were scared to lose her… but, it was looking like they might already have lost her.

After a couple of drinks and jokes are exchanged, they order food. Finally, they are relaxing laughing at the stories Kol and Rebekah are telling. Enzo looks over at Y/N his head tilts and she gives him a small smile.

“What do you want Y/N/N?” Enzo looked at her, she was surprised by the question. But, a smile tugged at her lips as she thought more about it.

“To shower and sleep.” She sighs, tiredness is settling in her muscles and she just wants to curl up and relax. It had been an extremely long day.

“Where do you want to sleep?” Rebekah asked with hope shining in her eyes that Y/N would pick her room, Y/N paused because she knew they’d end up talking and other things and Y/N wasn’t sure she was up for that.

“You can have my room Little Love.” Klaus looked at her and Y/N was confused as to why. Klaus wasn’t a fan of people in his room.

“Where will you sleep?” She asked, curious about his answer.

“I don’t think I can sleep. If I do, I will most probably do it in my studio.” Klaus smiled at her softly and she shook her head. Always a gentleman, but Y/N was craving his warmth.

“Don’t be silly Nik we can share a bed. I can’t promise that I won’t steal all the covers though.” She smirks at Klaus and they laugh. He would never refuse the opportunity to hold her.

“That settled then! Let me show you, boys, where you’ll be sleeping.” Elijah clapped both boys on the shoulder and guided them upstairs to two guest rooms. Everyone taking their leave calling it a night.

Once Klaus and Y/N got up to his room she sped into the bathroom with a change of clothes. Once she was done in the shower and dressed she unlocked the bathroom door allowing Klaus to come in and brush his teeth. It was so domestic… it felt right.

“You think it was a mistake me ever dating Damon.” Y/N stated Klaus knew she wasn’t asking him a question. She was watching him in the mirror.

“I do.” He nodded looking at her in the mirror, their eyes meeting. Before she looked back at her reflection in thought.

“I don’t regret dating him you know… I do love him.” She nodded at herself and then her eyes flicked to Klaus in the mirror.

“I feel there is a but there.” Klaus smiled at her, he knew her too well. There was a big but she wasn’t sure she wanted to say it out loud.

“There will always be a but Klaus!” She laughed, rinsing her mouth and then wiping her face heading to his room and settling in his bed. Klaus shook his head and came into the room and couldn’t help but laugh seeing her wrapped up in his blankets. Tugging lightly he managed to get under the sheets and wrap his arms around her. There was something so perfectly right about it all and neither of them could deny it.

“I know he’s your first love, but I intend to be your last. However long it takes.” Klaus whispers into the crown of her head leaving a lingering kiss on her forehead, he thought she was asleep so was surprised when she shifted slightly hugging him tighter.

“I don’t think you will have to wait that long.” She sighed out and her breathing evened out as she fell asleep, leaving Klaus in shock. What did she mean by that? Klaus thought.

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Good Days and Bad Days

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Tk wasn't feeling well, that much was evident for Carlos pretty much the second they woke up.

Tk wasn't a morning person to begin with but today he had needed a long time to get up, long after Carlos himself has already showered, started a load of laundry, and made himself a cup of coffee. Ever since Tk had made it out of bed, he was fidgeting. He fidgeted with the ends of his hoodie, with his phone, with his hair, with his cup of coffee… He had tried sitting down next to Carlos, but he couldn't sit still for longer than a couple of seconds. Soon after, he was pacing around the small kitchen, leaning against the table, against the counter, trying to stop every now and then, but it didn't work. He checked his mails and tried to answer some messages, but he was unable to focus long enough to form any coherent thought. 

Carlos watched him with a frown. "Are you okay?" He asked a couple of times, every time getting a "Sure, why?" as an answer.

"Because you seem really nervous," He observed after what seems like the tenth time. 

"I'm fine," Tk grumbled. 

Carlos just nodded. It was never a wise thing to pressure Tk into talking. The man would be out of the door pretty much in no time.

Tk sat down in front of the TV and began looking through the channels. When he couldn't settle on anything, he opened Carlos' netflix, searching through the watch list and a couple of different genres before he finally settled on a random episode of Friends. He didn't even make it past the intro before he turned off the TV, throwing the remote across the couch. 

Carlos eyed him worryingly, when he rubbed his face in frustration. He got up and walked over to him, sitting down next to him on the couch. 

"Hey," he tried cautiously, putting a hand on Tk's thigh. 

Tk looked up at him and their gaze met for long enough for Carlos to see the chaos that was Tk's mind right now. 

The expression on Tk's face changed quickly, however, when he suddenly reached up and drew Carlos' face closer. He kissed Carlos, once, twice, three times. Lightly at first, then with a bit more heat until his kisses were almost begging. He put his mug down and went to sit in Carlos' lap. 

“No, Tk,” Carlos said determinedly, when he went back in to kiss him. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Tk groaned. “Come on, Carlos, this is what we always do, let’s just…”

Carlos grabbed Tk by the wrists, taking his hands off of his body, and looked at him with what seemed like a calm expression on the outside while he was close to panicking on the inside. “I said no.” What was going on with his boyfriend? 

Tk broke free from Carlos’ grasp and got up from his lap, clearly annoyed. He started pacing again, walking towards the kitchen, knocking back a chair on his way there.

“Hey,” Carlos yelled, following him with a few steps. “What is going on, Tk?”

“For fuck’s sake, Carlos, why can’t we just-”

“Why do you suddenly want to have sex now? When you’re obviously upset?”

Tk just stared at him, his face almost expressionless. Then all the tension left his body. The expression on his face became pained. 

Carlos fought the urge to touch him. “Tyler…”

Tk took a step back. “It’s the only thing I’m good at, it just…”

“Hold on, that’s bullshit.”

“No! Sex is the only thing I really know how to do right!” Tk shrugged, his small figure appearing even smaller now under his wide hoodie. “It makes you feel good, it makes me feel good, it’s just… it’s easy, okay?”

“You don’t need to make me feel good,” Carlos said, searching for Tk’s gaze but Tk wouldn’t look at him. “What is it that makes you feel bad?”

Tk puffed out some air. He took some time, gathering energy before he answered that question. His tone was almost angry when he finally found the words. “I don’t know, dude. I woke up today and I felt like shit. I don’t know why. I didn’t sleep well, I dreamed the weirdest stuff. And when I woke up, my first fucking thought was how good it would feel to use. I won’t do it, I fucking won’t, but it’s so hard not to do it. And on some days it’s harder than on others.”

Carlos didn’t say anything until he was certain Tk was done talking. Then he carefully pulled him into his arms. “Come here,” He whispered. 

Tk slumped against Carlos’ front, letting himself be hugged. He took a deep breath for what felt like the first time since he'd woken up this morning. “Addiction is a bitch and recovery is hard. And you’re doing so well, it’s okay if you crave it more on some days. The important part is that you stay away and that's what you're doing.” He drew back a bit and took Tk’s face in his hands. “I’m proud of you, Tk.”

Tk rolled his eyes in true Tk fashion. “There’s nothing to be proud of,” He snapped.

Carlos knew better than to object, even though he wanted to. He tried to change the subject, “Do you want to talk about it or rather be distracted.”

Tk looked at him as if he made him choose between torture or a massage. “What do you think?”

“Alright, let’s go and distract you.”

“Ugh finally,” Tk groaned, basically launching himself at Carlos.

“Ah ah ah, nope, Mr Strand!” Carlos insisted, once again taking Tk’s hands off of his body. Tk looked as if he seriously considered murdering him. “Let’s go for a run.” The murderous gaze only intensified. “Come on, let’s go change, you’ll feel better after that.” 

Tk needed to let off some steam and as much as Carlos wanted to, he wouldn’t allow him to use sex to channel his negative energy and self-doubts. Carlos knew it wasn’t healthy and he was pretty sure Tk knew that, too.

“Didn’t you want to have a chill day, you have a night shift later today,” Tk remarked when they were tying their running shoes, suddenly feeling even worse.

“I’m chill,” Carlos just answered, pulled Tk into a hug and kissed his temple. “I wanted to spend the day with you, and that’s what I’m doing.” It didn’t really help lift the weight from Tk’s chest but then again, in this very moment probably nothing would. "Stop worrying, Tiger, running doesn't do me any bad either. Plus, I like to see you sweat." He wiggled his eyebrows and held the door open for his boyfriend. 

If nothing else, it made Tk smirk. And who knew, if Tk felt better after the run, they could always come back to the sex part. 

[captain-mcdavid-writing]

tyler seguin - go get ‘em

requested: yes | no

bitch-marner asked: Hi! I really liked your Connor imagines and I saw that you like Tyler seguin… could you maybe write something with him? Maybe like involving anxiety idk. Please and thanks if you consider it!

smut: yes | no

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Tyler stopped the car in the parkade and pulled the keys out of the ignition. He took a deep breath and you smiled at him. To say tonight was a huge game would be an understatement. Tonight the Stars had a chance to clinch their playoff spot. They were tied for third in the central division with Nashville, and tonight they were going head to head. “You ready?”

“No.” He said immediately.

“What? Did you forget something?” You asked, studying his face. He stared blankly at the steering wheel and you felt your stomach drop. “Ty, what’s the matter?”

“I didn’t sleep last night.” He admits. “I just I kept thinking about this game, and I would get so nervous, and I would start to sweat.” His body began to shake in the seat beside you, and you sat still, unaware of how to deal with what he was going through. “This is huge, what if I mess up?”

You searched your head for something to say that would make him feel better, but you came up empty. Tyler had never been like this before and to say it was freaking you out would be an understatement. You did the only thing you could think of, you reached for his hand. His palm was clammy in yours but you held on tight anyway.

He was shaking an alarming amount, and you hated yourself for not being able to help him. You felt physically frozen in the moment, all you were able to do was watch while your boyfriend had a panic attack.

“My heart is beating so fast.” He let go of your hand and reached up to his chest. “What if I screw something up, Y/N?”

You reached for his hand again, finally finding your voice to say four simple words. “Tyler, look at me.”

And when he did you felt yourself become heavy. Tears were in his eyes, and his whole body racked with shivers. “I can’t breathe.” He murmured.

Despite the overwhelming fear you felt for your boyfriend you forced yourself out of the car. You hurried around to his side and yanked open the door. “Tyler, get out.” He did as he was told and you dragged him away from the cars, to the open area of the parkade. Maybe space would help.

“Look at me, babe.” You repeated, taking his face in your hands. “Breathe, okay? In and out, deeply. You can do it.” You felt him grab onto your forearms, he closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. “Good, more.” He continued and you felt his body become slightly more still. The shakes were taming.

“Open your eyes,” You said quietly. He looked at you, eyes brimmed with tears, and continued to breath. “This game, Ty? It means nothing. If you lose, then you drop down to the wild card spot, and that’s fine because Winnipeg is eight points behind you, okay?” You blabbered on about the standings before coming to realize that hockey talk was something he really didn’t need to hear at the moment.

“T, look at me.” You began again. “It means nothing. This game, that jersey, the arena, the other teams? All of them mean nothing. Because you’re not just Tyler Seguin of the Dallas Stars. You’re Paul and Jackie’s son, you’re Cassidy and Candace’s big brother, and you’re my boyfriend. And you were all of those way before you were number 91 for this hockey team.”

And then you smiled because Tyler stood in front of you, completely still. “And after you’re not number 91 anymore? You’re still going to be all of those things. Because to us you’re just Tyler. Tyler who is gonna win some hockey games and Tyler who is gonna lose some.” He chuckled a little bit, and it was music to your ears. “You need to stop putting so much pressure on yourself, because these games are not the end of the world.”

He nodded and you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him. He rested his forehead against yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too, T.” You replied. “But you do have a game to play. So go get ‘em.”