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Sailor Moon Knight by JynAndTonics

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So Badly | Nathan Young x Reader

word count: 1.2k requested by: @jynandtonics prompt: “I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so badly.”

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“Really?  In front of my mum?” Nathan whined incredulously in your ear as your hand crept higher up his thigh under the table.

“Play along and you’ll get a reward,” you promised, smiling sweetly at him.

“After all this teasin’ you better deliver,” he hissed, biting his lip to stifle a groan as you ran your palm over the prominent bulge in his trousers before giving him a squeeze.

“If you can hold out through dinner,” you taunted, flashing a cheeky grin, rather enjoying watching him squirm, his breathing growing heavy with the effort of keeping a straight face the more you teased him.

“Y’know, I really don’t need you t’get off,” he countered, throwing his arm around your shoulder and leaning in to whisper in your ear.  “I can wank one out in the bathroom in less than five an’ ruin all your fun.”

Pouting, you pointedly pulled your hand away.  “Sounds rather depressing, if you ask me.  But if you’d rather your hand than my nice tight fanny, then be my guest,” you finished wickedly, Nathan’s mouth falling open before a thought seemed to occur to him and before you knew it his hand was on your bare thigh slipping up under your skirt, his long fingers brushing tantalizingly over your clothed pussy, sending heat quickly pooling where he touched.

“Two can play at that game, sweetheart,” he murmured smugly, his grin vanishing when his mum addressed him, glancing over her shoulder from the stove.

“Nathan, luv, can you help me set the table?”

His eyes widened with panic.  “Uhhhhh…” he exclaimed, hastily trying to adjust his very obvious erection and you quickly stood instead, swatting Nathan’s hand away and inconspicuously tugging the hem of your skirt back down.

“I can help, Louise,” you offered, flashing your boyfriend a pointed ‘you owe me’ look before turning to help his mum.

“Oh, [y/n], thank you!” she exclaimed, twisting to point at Nathan with the wooden spoon in her hand.  “Nathan, y’better be good t’her,” she exclaimed, “she’s a keeper, this one.”

Nathan’s mouth fell open.  “I know that, why does everyone think I don’t know that?” he cried disdainfully, offended.

During the rest of dinner you took every opportunity to further tease Nathan, riling him up more -- licking your spoon suggestively when no one was looking, moaning at how good the food tasted, or pausing to discreetly feel him up as he did the same, keeping you just as frustratingly uncomfortable as him, not wanting you to win this little game.

Once dessert was finished Nathan practically pulled you from your seat with the excuse he wanted to show you something in his old bedroom, locking the door behind you.

“That’s it, I can’t take it anymore!” he cried before his lips collided with yours, his hand slipping behind your head as he kissed you, walking you back toward his old bed.  “I’ve never wanted t’fuck someone so badly before,” he gasped, lust darkening his gaze, and you felt a thrill run through you.

“Then what’re you waitin’ for?” you purred in his ear, giving his clothed cock a pointed squeeze and suddenly you were tumbling backward, fighting not to yelp in surprise, though a peal of laughter escaped as you fell to the bed, sprawling back with a soft bounce.

Nathan wasted no time unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall round his knees, freeing his cock and giving it several quick strokes, sighing as soon as his hand wrapped around it.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you chastised, sitting up, replacing his hand with yours as you glanced up at him, holding his surprised gaze as you wrapped your lips around his length and he practically shuddered, biting back a groan as you slowly took him all in, gagging slightly when you felt him hit the back of your throat.  Backing off, you bobbed your head several times, holding his hips to keep him from bucking impatiently, and he whined when you pulled your lips from his cock with a soft pop.

“Now what’re you waitin’ for?” you asked, your purr turning to a gasp as he had you on your back, your skirt hiked up and your knickers pulled down, tossed impatiently across the room as his mouth found yours.

“We gotta be quiet or my mum’ll hear,” he mumbled between kisses, reaching between you to guide his cock to your entrance. 

“I can be quiet,” you scoffed, eyeing him pointedly.  “Can you?”

“’Course I can!”

When he slid into you, you fell back, covering your mouth with the back of your fist to muffle your moan, Nathan gripping your hips tightly as he rammed into you, setting an unrelenting pace, his rough thrusts forcing you deeper into the mattress, quickly pushing you to the edge of your release.

You knew he too was close when he leaned over you, pressing his forehead to yours, his curls brushing your face.

“Are yeh -- gunna be -- good and -- stay -- quiet?” he asked, panting, his movements becoming more frantic.

“Yes,” you gasped, smirking up at him, “but maybe you should put your fingers in my mouth t’make sure,” you whispered in his ear, relishing the incredulity and unbridled want on his face, still keen on teasing him even as he fucked you mercilessly into the bed, your climax nearly gripping you, and Nathan obliged, biting his lip to stifle his own sounds as he came almost from the sight alone -- your lips around his digits and your eyes not straying from his face, gazing up at him adoringly.

You had to admit, his cum face had gotten much better.

As soon as he finished, he slumped over you, spent, not even bothering to pull out and as you both caught your breath, you wrapped your arms around him, smoothing his hair and smirking up at him.

“You’re lucky your bed doesn’t squeak,” you observed and Nathan snorted a laugh, finally pushing himself up and tucking his cock back into his trousers before taking your hand and helping you up, adjusting your clothes.

“Nathan, where’re my knickers?” you hissed, glancing around the tiny room for them and he opened his mouth, his eyes darting around the room as well.  Before he could answer, the door knob jiggled followed by a quick knock and Nathan’s mum’s voice, and both your heads snapped toward the door.

“Nathan?  [y/n]?  What’re you doin’ in there?  We’re about t’start the fire,” she called and Nathan threw you a panicked look as he rifled around, searching for your discarded panties.

“Uh, just, y’know, lookin’ at old polaroids,” he called, “be out in a sec!”

Unable to find your underwear Nathan shrugged, meeting your eyes.  “Guess you’ll just hafta go without,” he said, a wicked grin splitting his face, and before you could argue, he’d pulled the door open, ushering you out ahead of him.

Glancing back, you shot him a threatening look that only made his smirk deepen.

“Oh, how the tables have turned,” he hissed smugly, slipping his arm round your waist as he guided you out the sliding glass door to the small patio to rejoin his mum and Jeremy who was attempting to light a small fire in the burn ring in the center of the tiny yard.

“I guess this makes us even,” you conceded reluctantly as Nathan plopped down onto the glider, pulling you down with him, careful to keep your legs together.  “Though… I still want round two when we get home,” you whispered, leaning into him, grinning when you felt him stiffen next to you.  

“You’re so on,” he murmured in return and you knew the evening couldn’t end soon enough.  For either of you.

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[jae-writes-fanfiction]

Crystal Visions

Klaus Hargreeves x Reader - 502 Words - More Freaky Fics

Notes: This didn’t post when it was scheduled the other day, sorry folks! Written for @jynandtonics with the prompt of Klaus using Tarot cards. In a twist of events I went kinda fluffy/simple with this one.

Warnings: affectionate name calling, swearing... it’s a pretty easy one.

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“So what now?” Your voice wavered

You sipped a fruity mocktail thoughtfully looking from your paramour to the half-lit candles strewn around the room. The power went out an hour or so ago, prompting the almost romantic scene.

Across the room Klaus sat on the floor, leaned back against the sofa, his fingers tapped an anxious staccato on a pack of cards.

For the first time in years, you wished you had something stronger to drink.

“Now, you sit your beautiful ass down and let me tell you the future,” Klaus called back waving you in from the kitchenette.

“The future?” You giggled anxiously as you popped down on the floor across from him, “Here all I thought you were good for was kinky sex and ghost shit.”

Klaus gasped and clutched an imaginary string of pearls, “Rude!”

“It’s not always the future,” he said whilst slowly sliding the cards into an arch between you, “sometimes it’s just clarifying something you already knew.”

“So no ghost shit?” You smiled softly willing the anxiety out of your tense shoulders.

“ ‘Fraid not sweetcheeks! It’s just you, me, and the universe.”

His smile was infectious and you could feel electricity in the room as if the stars were shining through his eyes making everything bright.

You knew he couldn’t actually see the future, but you were willing to believe in anything when he smiled like that.

You almost made a joke about that not being the oddest threesome in your relationship, but there was a rare concentration in Klaus’ eyes that made you pause.

“So try to focus on one thing or question, and then pick your cards!”

You nodded, “just randomly or?”

He shushed you gently, “you’ll know.”

You huffed at the non-answer but did your best to empty your mind anyway. You took a moment that felt more like an eternity to find that perfect point of tension to work out.

You watched the last card fall into place. The pattern on the back disguised which card was which, the swirling black and gold designs seemed to breathe under Klaus’ fingers. You exhaled slowly, suddenly very afraid of what might be revealed.

You closed your eyes and ran a hand just above the cards. Occasionally your hand would feel hot like it was covered in a thousand little pin-pricks. Those cards were quietly slid out of the arch.

They were your past, present, and future. After a quick re-shuffle, you drew cards that corresponded to a problem at hand, what was getting in your way, and the solution. You kept your breath steady although each selection your mind felt a rush of panic. You could feel the cards, they called for you.

Opening your eyes, you anxiously looked over the cards. Two were turned upside down, but all of them contained gruesome tangled depictions. Their numbers shone under the candlelight, their gold foil reflecting stars across the room.

Thunder sounded outside. The candles flickered and shuddered around you. Klaus grinned, “let’s get started.”

[jozstankovich]

Send this to the 12 nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart 🦋

💖💖💖💖 thank youu luv

[magic-multicolored-miracle]

top three bands/artists!!

Ooh. This change s fast for me. Mostly because I'm pretty much constantly listening to stuff.

But at themoment:

Robert Hallow and the Holy Men

The Men That Will Not Be Blamed for Nothing

Hosier? I've been listening to him a lot recently, which I hadn't done because I didn't like Take Me To Church that much and wrote him off kinda, and I'm like way late to the game but he's so good?

I linked the Bandcamps of the two because I'm A Giver

[rowansparrow]

For the ship thing!! I’m 4 foot 11, Scottish/Puerto Rican. I’m a teacher! I have a pretty dark sense of humor. I love to sing, play bass,& make mixed drinks behind a bar. I have a lot of plants & i baby talk them. I’m super passionate about causes that matter to me & I’m super protective of those i care about. I’m an ISTP. I’m ambitious (almost to where it’s scary) witty, but easily jealous. I love being in social situations but would rather be a wallflower than center of attention. Thanks hun!

OKAY HEAR ME OUT ON THIS:

I ship you with Kix.

He likes that you’re a teacher because you’re used to not taking any shit from students, and he’s used to putting up with children (AKA grown ass men who try to hide gut wounds and other life threatening buLLSHIT LET HIM REST)

We all know damn well Kix is the prettiest clone and tbh I feel like he’d be the type to be really good at making mixed drinks as well? But even if he isn’t, he’s definitely good at drinking them. The two of you would probably meet over some bar banter and smooth pickup lines. 

He likes that you have the discipline to take care of things, even if they’re just plants. He buys you an aloe plant for your birthday one year. 

He loves how passionate and protective you can be. After Umbara, and Kix had lost so many men, he just crawled into your arms and let you hold him for awhile. He felt like he’d let his men down, but you assured him that it wasn’t his fault and he’d done all he could. 

I feel like he’d be ambitious like you? Or at least respect you for having ambition. He’d be nervous sometimes that your ambition would land you in potentially dangerous situations but he also knew you could definitely handle yourself. 

He likes that you can make him laugh, even after a really hard day. 

Since he is definitely the Prettiest Clone, people flirt with him a lot. He knows this upsets you even though he’d never give the flirts so much as the time of day, so he makes sure to show you how much he loves and appreciates you, even if it’s something small like bringing you a new plant or giving you surprise forehead kisses, or something more. ;)

Like you, Kix doesn’t necessarily like being in the center of attention much, he definitely prefers to watch from the sidelines, and the two of you sometimes sit together and crack jokes about how stupid some of the other troopers are being. You exchange stories about dumb shit people have come into the medbay for, and you never fail to make him laugh. 

Send me an ask with a description of yourself and i’ll ship you with a star wars character!

[scream-for-help]

Just watched TLJ

Now I can start paying attention to @jynandtonics blog again lol.

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

2Q’s tag game

Thank you @joz-stankovich these are fun to do👏✨

1. What tv show are you currently watching, what episode are you on, how do you feel about it so far (no spoilers, please)?

The Vampire Diaries, no idea what episode but I think I’m on season two honestly idk I only watch it with my mom and sister, but so far it’s alright

2. Who is your latest celebrity discovery/ obsession?

Pedro Pascal all the frickin way, I’m super into the Mandalorian rn and that man does things to me

Tagging (w/out obligation): @sokkasdarling @diegos-butt @midnightseance @jynandtonics @forever-rogue @moonlit-imagines @white-wolf-buckaroo and anyone else interested

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Leap of Faith - Part 2: Klaus x Reader

Part 1

Still no warnings...use of trope maybe?...light crime? The 🌶 is coming in part 3. This thing has a mind of its own. I was listening to early 60’s Motown music to get in the mood.

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“So what happened, Klaus? Why were you walking in the rain?”

“I’m a guru-“

“A what?”

“A spiritual leader...like a priest...but I’m done with that now. I walked away. I quit.”

“Just like that?”

“Yeah, It was too stressful,” he sighed. Everyone wanted a piece of me.”

You suppressed a laugh. Klaus turned to you looking defensive. “What about you, kitten? Why are you running?”

Your cheeks flushed. “Who says I’m running?”

“Just a hunch.”

“Well, if you must know...and I don’t know why I’m telling you this...I have just left my husband,” your voice started strong then diminished, the words falling strangely off your tongue for the first time.

“I see. You strike me as someone with an independent spirit. Congratulations.”

You smiled. This was not the sentiment you expected to receive. The validation was nice, even from a stranger.

“Looks like we will both be starting over.”

It was silent for a moment. You put on the radio to the Shirelles singing ‘Will you love me tomorrow’, violins competing softly with the sound of the rain.

“You know, we’ve been driving for at least ten miles and neither of us have even mentioned where we are going,” you mentioned as casually as possible.

“I was hoping you would just drop me off wherever you were going. I have gas money.” He pulled several wet bills from god knows where and attempted to use the car’s heater vents to dry them.

“There’s a Howard Johnson’s up ahead. Are you hungry?”

“I’d die for some waffles.” Klaus sounded like he meant it.

You pulled into a parking space then looked over at Klaus with the blanket in his lap. His clothes were still damp.

“What are we going to do about this?” Your hand found his wet bicep. His penetrating green eyed gaze made you jump and retreat. “I...I have an idea.”

The rain was still coming down. You turned around to fish something out of your suitcase and handed it to Klaus. “Put these on.”

Klaus reclined in his seat. His hands went to his waistband.

“Jesus, what are you-? Wait until I get out of the car and use that blanket to cover yourself! I’ll get us a table and meet you inside.”

The hostess escorted you to a booth in the corner where you waited for Klaus. He sauntered into that restaurant like he owned it without a shred of embarrassment on his face. He was so at home in your black turtleneck and trousers. They were the least feminine garments in your wardrobe, casual pieces you would never dream of wearing together. The women’s cut of the clothes served only to accentuate what was sexy about him. He looked like a rebel, a beatnik. The beard was ugly, but it made no difference. The power he had over you was like a gravitational pull.

He sat down in the booth across from you and spread his arms. “Not bad, eh?”

“Shh, you’re drawing attention to yourself.”

“You’re right. I need to keep a low profile. Destiny’s children...my followers could be anywhere.”

“What kind of religion did you say it was?”

“Well, I made it up. It’s all bullshit.”

“Like a cult.”

“I never hurt anyone. I just persuaded some people -“

“Like a con artist.”

Your words turned some heads. “Okay, now you’re the one drawing attention,” he said dramatically opening his menu. Then he leaned forward and smiled. “I am a rascal though.”

The waitress interrupted to take your orders: eggs, bacon and waffles. The two of you kept talking and eventually the sun went down. The waitress had taken away your plates and refilled your drinks multiple times while you lingered.

You suddenly felt bold. “I want to see these powers of persuasion. Think you could get a free room at the motel?”

“Oh, easy.”

You smacked the table with excitement. “I want in. Tell me the plan.”

Klaus posed as a critic from a German travel magazine. You played his assistant and translator.

“Excuse me, concierge? This is Klaus Schmidt. He is here to review the hotel for ‘Das Vagabund,’ the most popular travel magazine in all of Germany.” Klaus started looking around, pointing at objects around the room and mumbling in German.

The desk clerk looked nervous. “What did he say?”

“He said all this orange decor is giving him a headache. We are tired from a long day of driving. Surely you have a room for us with double beds, yes?”

“Absolutely. On the house.” The clerk checked his guest book and sighed. “Oh, dear. I see the only room available has a king sized bed.”

Klaus nodded as a little smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.

“We will make do, thank you,” you replied with an elbow to Klaus’ ribs while the clerk turned to get your room key.

Once you arrived at your room, Klaus broke into a fit of laughter.

“Go ahead, laugh it up. You’re sleeping on the floor tonight, heir Schmidt!”

“Hey, that was some good improvisation back there and that accent wasn’t bad either. You ever do any acting?,” Klaus asked, sincerity ringing in his words.

“Oh, ages ago. In school.” You smiled, enjoying his compliments.

“Well, I’m impressed,” he said, stroking his long beard.

“Thank you.” You watched his hand glide over the dark wiry hair that dangled from his chin. “Tell me, Klaus, are you attached to the beard?”

“I am literally attached to this beard.”

You swatted at his chest playfully. “You know what I mean. If you want I could cut it for you. It might help with anonymity. I have a little pair of scissors in my sewing kit.”

“Okay, you’ve convinced me. It’s all yours,” he sighed, gleefully closing his eyes and sticking out his chin.

Part 3

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[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Let’s do something stupid. Reblog with an inexplicable, but persistent childhood crush you’re low key embarrassed by.

I’ll start:

Willy Wonka as played by Gene Wilder in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1971)

Tagging: @goshilovehappiness, @eireduchess, @hanajimasama, @cryptids-and-starlight, @poeticandors, @the-new-fanfic-order, @i-said-goddameron, @jynandtonics, @extraordinarygrrls, @interwebseriesfan24, and anyone else who wants in

[seancekitsch]

jynandtonics ——-> seancekitsch

i finally made the url change i’ve wanted for a while and hellloooooooo

pls signal boost if u can pls do not lose me to the ether

[seanfalco]

Wedding Date | Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

Word Count: 2152 Prompt: [I need a date for this wedding +/or There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling] for Nathan or Klaus or Diego whichever combo you think works best or inspires you most lmao i’m gonna leave it up to you bc you have the good good and i humbly leave my life in your hands w this request🤭 Requested by: @jynandtonics a/n: I deliberated over who to write this for because each character had a very different scenario come to mind (and honestly I still might write the Nathan one later lol)  Thank you for this prompt!  I hope you enjoyyy!  Also obviously, this is part of the PwF’verse, pre-Playing with Fire.

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It was one of your “off-again” periods, Klaus couch surfing with other people, but you’d be damned if you showed up at your one normal friend’s wedding alone.  So, you knew what you had to do.  Swallowing your pride, you asked him to meet.  You needed a date to this fucking wedding if it killed you and strangely enough the thought of asking anyone else didn’t appeal to you in the slightest.

It would be infinitely easier to ask someone else, hell, even Diego would have probably gone with you if you’d asked him, but damn if you ever made anything easy for yourself. 

It definitely wasn’t because you missed Klaus.  No, certainly not because of that.

“Heyyyy [Y/N],” he exclaimed, seeming genuinely happy to see you as he scooted into the booth across from you.  

“Hey Klaus,” you replied, instantly drawn in by his effortless charm, your heart filling at the sight of him.

“It’s really good to see you,” he murmured, plopping his chin in his hands, arms resting on the table between you and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

“It’s good to see you too,” you found yourself saying, your traitorous heart noticing all the tiny details you missed, all the things you loved about him.

“So, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Klaus asked, pulling you from your thoughts.  If he felt guilty about going off on his own again he didn’t show it.

You heaved a sigh, bringing the mug in front of you to your lips as a play for time, if only a couple seconds.  “I have a bit of a favour to ask,” you answered and Klaus cocked a brow, leaning forward intently.

“I see,” he intoned playfully, his eyes sparkling with curiosity, or perhaps just the promise of getting something in return — you weren’t sure which.  “And what sort of favour are we talking here?” he wondered aloud.

Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself for his inevitable rejection and met his eyes.  

“I need a date for a wedding.”

Whatever Klaus had expected you to ask, this clearly wasn’t it.

“What?” he spluttered, faltering, “like suit and tie, you may kiss the bride wedding wedding?”  Leaning back, he stroked his goatee, “and you wanna go with me?”

“Y’know what, uh, forget it,” you muttered quickly, running a hand down your face, “I don’t know what I was thinking.  I’ll just ask… someone else.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on,” Klaus exclaimed, holding up his hands and you hesitantly uncovered an eye to peer at him.

“I didn’t say no,” he pointed out and a thoughtful look stole over his face, followed by that smile that never failed to make you slightly weak in the knees.  

“Sure, why not.  Besides, I don’t want you to ask anyone else.”

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You weren’t sure how you’d pulled it off with only a couple days left til your friend’s wedding, but somehow you’d managed to find a suit that fit Klaus, and the day of, as you showed up on his arm, he actually looked presentable and not as if he’d just woke up from a bender and rolled off the couch ten minutes ago.

Glancing over at you Klaus’s eyes flicked quickly down and back up, a grin tugging at his lips.  “Wanna know something?” he asked, leaning close to whisper in your ear.  “You look absolutely ravishing, the bride who?” he teased and you fought back a giddy grin of your own.

“I think you’re a little biased,” you murmured back and Klaus merely shrugged.

“Maybe so,” he admitted, but his hold on your arm as you walked in seemed tighter than before and he eyed anyone askance if their gaze seemed to linger on you too long for his liking.

The rest of the ceremony was a bit of a snoozefest, though your heart gave a small flutter every time you caught Klaus watching you, and as the couple exchanged their vows, Klaus covered his mouth, looking a little teary eyed.  When they finally kissed he let out an excited gasp, grabbing your hand as he leaned into you.  

“Awwww!  I always get so choked up at weddings,” he exclaimed with a dreamy sigh as you watched the newlyweds make their way back down the aisle and you rested your head on his shoulder, wearing a soft smile.

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Sitting at your table at the reception, you let your eyes wander the dancefloor, watching your friend and his new bride dance, their eyes never leaving each other and you wondered what it would be like to one day have that.

Interrupting your thoughts, Klaus returned, two drinks in hand and you took yours with a faint smile, sipping it to take away the sting of such thoughts.  After a few minutes Klaus eyed you thoughtfully.

“Wanna dance, my dear?” he asked, holding out his hand in invitation.

Eyeing it, you tipped back the rest of your drink before taking his hand, letting him pull you out to the floor.  It almost felt as if the two of you had never been apart and if you weren’t slightly tipsy you probably would be cursing yourself for letting him back in so easily.

Spinning you into his arms, Klaus laughed, his eyes crinkling with mirth and you felt your breath catch, your head swimming, and you held onto him tighter.

“I’m glad you asked me to be your date tonight and not someone else,” he admitted, his eyes carefully avoiding yours.

“Oh?” you asked, but before you could get a response your friend tapped you on the shoulder.  

“Think I could cut in?” he asked and Klaus ducked his head, stepping back.  

“Ah, ah, ah, hands where I can see ‘em now, and no funny business mister,” he exclaimed, wagging his finger at him, though his grin somewhat ruined the effect.

“I would never,” your friend gasped in faux offense, cracking a smile moments later and the two seemed to come to a silent agreement, sizing each other up.

“Guess this means I get to dance with the bride,” Klaus joked, clapping your friend on the shoulder.  

Before swanning away he leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek, as if it were the most natural thing in the world and you watched him, dazed, your mouth falling open slightly as he headed toward the bride.  Blinking, you tore your eyes from Klaus’s retreating form and you noticed your friend watching you, an amused expression on his face.

“What?” you demanded, but he only laughed, shaking his head ruefully as he held out his hand for you to take, placing his other hand on your waist.

“Nothing,” he assured you, but the smile he wore said otherwise.

“Out with it,” you insisted wryly as you slowly spun and swayed to the music.

“It’s just nice to see you this happy,” he answered.

“Mhmm,” you mused skeptically, waiting for the rest.

“I just want you to be careful,” he continued, his eyes finding his wife and Klaus across the dancefloor, Klaus dancing rather animatedly and making her laugh.  “I know you’ve been carrying a torch for him for years, and he certainly is charming,” he observed.

“He certainly is,” you agreed softly, and when Klaus turned, catching your eye, he flashed a smile and waved, your heart clenching.

“I just don’t want you to let him hurt you again,” your friend finished and you sighed, turning back to him.

“Yeah, me either.”

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“I think we should think about finding somewhere to stay tonight,” Klaus suggested as you swerved again and he caught the steering wheel.

“No, I’m fine, Klaus, really,” you tried to assure him, but your words slurred and Klaus shook his head.

“Usually I’m a fan of bad ideas,” he muttered, “but not this one.  I think there was a motel somewhere along this stretch of road,” he mused.

“Motel?” you asked, “I dunno about that…”  Unsure if you trusted yourself, your very drunk self not to make any decisions you might regret the next morning.

Keeping Klaus at arm’s distance was harder than you thought, especially when he looked like that and all you wanted to do was kiss him and never stop.

“Ah, there!” he pointed, and you reluctantly pulled off the road into the half empty parking lot, your vision swimming dangerously.  

Okay, maybe he had a point.

“There you go,” he said, “we’ll get some rest and head back in the morning.”

“Look at you being the responsible one for a change,” you slurred.

“Ah ha, well.  I don’t really care if anything happens to me, but you…” he trailed off, shaking his head, continuing in a murmur you weren’t meant to hear.  “If anything happened to you, I’d never forgive myself.”

Helping you out of the car, Klaus led you to the motel office and asked to book a room.  The receptionist looked you both over and grinned sleazily.  “Unfortunately I only have single rooms available,” he said when you insisted on a double, trying to forget the hurt look in Klaus’s eyes.

“That’s fine,” you growled, snatching the key from the man, irrationally annoyed at the universe and it’s sense of humour.

Inside the room you turned your back to Klaus as you slipped off your dress and when you turned back around you found him still struggling with his tie and you clicked your tongue, forgetting you were half naked as you circled the bed to stand in front of him, swatting his hands away to help loosen his tie; your fingers automatically falling next to the buttons at his throat.

Swallowing, Klaus pointedly kept his chin up and his eyes on your face, though you almost wished he’d look anywhere else, his dark rimmed emerald eyes rather distracting and as his hands brushed yours to finish unbuttoning his shirt, you realized just how close to him you were, your cheeks heating swiftly.

Retreating to the other side of the room once more, you crawled under the covers, scooting as far away from the center of the bed as possible.  However when you felt the mattress shift, Klaus crawling into the bed as well and you felt his back touch yours, you held your breath.  After several minutes of awkward silence you heard Klaus sigh.

“You’re still mad at me, aren’t you.”  It wasn’t a question.

Taking a deep breath yourself, you answered him.  “You know I don’t like it when you just leave like that.”

Klaus shifted behind you, but you didn’t dare look back.

“I know,” he said softly, the room falling into silence once more and you were thankful you were still buzzed because it meant sleep came faster than usual.

——

Stirring, the first thing you noticed was the warmth.  As you began to wake more, you noticed the comforting sensation of being held; two strong arms surrounding you and you subconsciously snuggled closer, slotting yourself in where you fit so perfectly.  And when you finally opened your eyes, you gave a start, finding yourself in Klaus’s arms, your head resting on his warm chest, and your legs tangled together with his.

You didn’t remember even turning toward him, but apparently some time in the night you’d both sought each other; the thought of which made your chest ache.

Before you could attempt to untangle yourself from Klaus’s embrace, however, he took a deep breath, his long eyelashes fluttering as he woke and he looked down at you, rather unsurprised.

“Well, good morning,” he moaned, stretching slightly before curling around you once more, resting his chin atop the crown of your head.  “D’you think they have room service here?” he asked, as if he didn’t find this situation unusual in the slightest.

“What?” you asked, shifting to look up at him.

“I could totally go for some breakfast right now, but I’m too comfortable to get up--” 

“Klaus,” you murmured weakly, feeling yourself slip, your residual anger at him dissipating in the light of morning.

“-- and we should really get some food in that booze filled belly of yours,” he continued.

Of course he had to go and be an absolute sweetheart when you were trying to keep your distance and not fall for him all over again.

Realizing you didn’t want to fight it any longer, you sighed, letting yourself fully relax into his embrace and Klaus smiled softly, feeling the difference, slowly running his fingers soothingly through your hair.

“Yeah, that does sound good,” you agreed.  “Did you sleep well?” you asked, tilting your head back to nuzzle your nose against his jaw.

“I always sleep better when I’m with you, you know that,” he said, squeezing you tighter.

“Yeah?” you murmured sleepily, “then why don’t you stay at my place for a bit then when we get back?”

“I’d like that,” he replied.

[jae-writes-fanfiction]

Top Ten Favorite Characters

Rules: List your favorite character from 10 Different Fandoms and tag 10 people (was edited because I only had 9???)

tagged by: @jynandtonics

tagging: @fallatyourfeet @galaxyofghouls and anyone else who wants to do this!! Seriously just say I tagged you.

Capt. James T. “Jim” Kirk (Star Trek TOS)

Arya Stark (Game of Thrones)

Susie Bannion (Suspiria)

Liz Taylor (American Horror Story: Hotel)

Leia Organa (Star Wars)

Capt. Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Eleanor Crain (Haunting of Hill House)

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Robin Buckley (Stranger Things)

Dr. Sexy Ian Malcom (Jurassic Park)

[jozstankovich]

Send this to the 12 nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get 5 back you must be pretty awesome. 💘

awww thank you, you’re too sweet 💛

[robertsheehanownsmyass]

Do you also read fanfiction? If yes, any good ones you can recommend?

Hm, I’m sure I’m going to forget loads of people, but some of my favorites that come to mind are:

@heroics-and-heartbreak @jynandtonics @elliethesuperfruitlover @misskittysmagicportal

If you see this and you have fics, reblog and say hi!

[mackstrut]

I was tagged by @i-am-ct-5555 to write the last line in my WIP, then tag as many people as there are words, so here it goes.

They should be back soon so you won't have long until you will be back working on the ships and being babysat by Boost and Sinker.

There's 26 words so I'll tag: @swpromptsandasks @shadowsstorystuff @jasontoddiefor @jynandtonics @generic-geek-girl @hxldmxdxwn @happytroopers @littlevodika @arsonistvoyager @parkkrys @calmsunshine360 @kaminobiwan @write-i-do @rishi-moon @beskars @highlycommendable @octoaliencowboy @captain-fives @morganas-pendragons @rowansparrow @spaceyquill @fettimagines @attemptingtowriteagain @icanbringyouincold @detroitbydark @ythankucaptainmccoy