DIVIDE ➗

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he is becoming self aware

“why must I be like that? why must I chase the cat?”

Hurt one of us and you face us all ~The Originals~

You stomped into the kitchen, slamming your bag down on the counter. Your dried tear stained cheeks probably leaving foundation stripes over your cheeks along with the short lines of the weak mascara you wore. 

The bruise forming under your eye already visible from your angle. It pounding slightly. You had to stifle another sob from escaping your throat as another body moved into the kitchen without warning. As swift as a ghost. 

“Good evening darling,” Elijah’s voice came from behind you as you immediately turned towards the fridge. You quickly opened it, sniffing to keep back the tears. Ravaging around the three or four consumable things for you- the only human in the house. 

“Hey Elijah.” you quickly replied, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge trying to wipe at your cheeks and your eyes. You could hear him walking around behind you. 

“Are you hungry? I can fix you something? I’m sure you won’t appreciate a glass of blood” he remarked behind you. You forced a slight laugh, 

“No-no I’m fine thank you” you replied, taking a sip of your water. Carefully surveying the backdrop of the kitchen. You still not turning towards Elijah. They all had warned you. Kol, Rebekah, Elijah even Klaus had warned you about your boyfriend. The boy that you had been with for more than a year had finally showed his true colours tonight. 

He had cursed your name, uttered all your flaws, admitted that he cheated on you and enjoyed it, disrespected you and had lifted his hand against you. You should’ve listened to them. You should’ve listened to them because they knew who and what he truly was. 

“Y/N- may I ask you to turn to me?” Elijah questioned in his informative voice. 

You shook your head, forced to bite your lip as you didn’t want to cry about that pathetic ex boyfriend of yours especially not in front of Elijah. You heard him sigh and you could only imagine his facial expression. Regret, maybe a knowing glare but sadness. 

“Y/N” he soothed as he slowly put his hands on your shoulders forcing you to bite away the tears even harder. He slowly turned you around and his jaws clenched upon seeing your bruised facial feature. 

His hands gently cupped your face, his thumb grazing slightly over the bruise and then his eyes locked with yours. 

“Y/N, whatever might’ve happened- it is not your fault,” Elijah’s voice soothed as your eyes brimmed with tears once again. Then you heard footsteps behind Elijah and you ducked away but it was too late. Klaus had already saw you and he paced over to you. 

“What in the bloody hell is this?” he snapped angrily. You turned towards him slightly and his facial features morphed into anger. 

“Oh that bastard- how dare he!” Klaus exploded as Elijah opened a cupboard a few feet away from you. Klaus firmly took your face into one of his hands and inspected the bruise. Careful not to hurt you. His eyes danced in anger. 

“Death” he announced turning towards Elijah as well and you wanted to interject but Elijah turned and talked over you.

“I’m sorry Y/N but I have to agree with Niklaus” he spoke wetting a cloth in the sink next to you, “But first you need to tell us what happened” 

“I don’t need to know the full story to know I’m going to kill the lad” Klaus declared. 

“I’m fine- really just leave it both of you. It was just a misunderstanding but its over- ” you tried but Elijah slowly padded the bruise making you flinch slightly. 

“It is not fine- he physically abused you and most likely verbally and mentally and honestly Y/N he needs to be taught a lesson before meeting his maker” Elijah declared, slowly dabbing at the bruise a bit more. 

“Don’t try to tell us your fine your emotional state is all over the place” Klaus declared and you shrieked away from him. 

“I was just stupid- I should’ve listened” you declared. 

“You sure should have Love” Klaus declared as Elijah turned to his brother. 

“Niklaus you are not helping at the moment. I suggest you keep your mouth closed.” Elijah sarcastically replied. Klaus rolled his eyes, leaning against the counter keeping a watchful eye on what Elijah was doing. 

“He admitted he cheated” you sheepishly stated and Elijah clenched his jaw. You bit away tears that had suddenly creeped up on your eyes when you thought back at what he had said. Elijah saw and Klaus stiffened as well. 

“Whatever he said, whatever he insinuated, whatever he made you feel- it was lies and you deserve better than that low life.” Elijah said as the tears started falling from your eyes. He wrapped his arms around you and you didn’t hold back. 

You cried into him. Him holding you tightly. 

“I’ve got you y/n” Elijah soothed as someone else entered the kitchen. That is when you wanted to disappear.  You pulled away from Elijah as he turned to see who entered and it was Rebekah. You saw her confused expression and then she stalked over to you. 

“Bloody asshole” she hissed as she slammed her arms around you and hugged you, Elijah moving out of the way. When you pulled away from her Klaus was angry all over again. 

“I won’t kill him, I’m just going to hurt him” Klaus declared and Rebekah nodded. 

“I’m in” she hissed as Elijah nodded in affirmation. 

“Let’s go then- he hurst one of us, he has to deal with all of us” Elijah said and Klaus and Rebekah stalked out of the kitchen. 

“You mean everything to us, Y/N” Elijah’s deep voice interrupted the brief moment of silence,  making you look up, “Your our family wether or not your a Mikaelsson or not” he informed. You smiled slightly, when he returned it and disappeared leaving you in the silence of the kitchen. Just when you thought you were alone boots  thumping on the floor, Kol strode in with a bat comfortable seated on his shoulder. 

“So I heard that so called boyfriend of yours hit you?” Kol knowingly stated, trying to provide an encouraging smile. You nodded sheepishly biting your lip slightly but before you could try and talk him out of anything he interrupted. 

“Well, I finally get to try out my new bat” he smiled and you couldn’t help but laugh at the smile he gave you before leaving. You quickly ran after him but when you turned the corner he was gone a small smile still playing on your lips. 

Bad people

Requested by Anon - New Year-New prompts 1 and 37 for Klaus please. Something along the lines of him calling the reader out on them being more than friends and she denies it and they end up having sex. Change anything you would like! Sorry if this is a bother <3 Prompts - 1 – ‘We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.’                  37 – ‘Do you think we’re bad people?’ Word Count – 313 Characters – Klaus x Reader

‘We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.’ Klaus hissed at you, you and he have been seeing each other more frequently and you know he was developing feelings and you were as well but you didn’t want to admit them. ‘You may think that but I don’t.’ You said across from him. He sighed and ran his hand through his curly hair, that you loved to run your fingers through. ‘If you don’t feel that way then, just leave.’ He said and you hesitated. ‘Okay then.’ You said and turned to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist and cornered you against the wall. You couldn’t resist. ‘You just said no.’ You said in between kisses. ‘No I said I was fed up of us hiding our feelings from each other.’ He said as he deepened the kiss leading you to the bed and removing your clothes.

You lay on your back panting. You sighed and sitting up, you grabbed your shirt placing it over your head before getting changed. You heard the covers moving behind you. ‘Where are you going?’ Klaus asked from behind you, as he watched you place your hair up in a bun. ‘Do you think we’re bad people?’ You asked suddenly. ‘What?’ Klaus asked. ‘We said we weren’t going to do it again but we just did.’ You said turning around and looking him in the eyes. ‘Y/-‘ He started saying but you interrupted him. ‘I said I don’t have feelings for you…’ You started saying and you watched his face fall before you looked down at your bare feet. ‘but I do.’ You whispered looking at the ground, Klaus couldn’t wipe the smile of his face as he stood up, placing boxers on and enclosing you in his arms. ‘Then good.’ He simple said as you placed a sweet and delicate kiss on your lips.

Bad people

Requested by Anon - New Year-New prompts 1 and 37 for Klaus please. Something along the lines of him calling the reader out on them being more than friends and she denies it and they end up having sex. Change anything you would like! Sorry if this is a bother <3 Prompts - 1 – ‘We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.’                  37 – ‘Do you think we’re bad people?’ Word Count – 313 Characters – Klaus x Reader

‘We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.’ Klaus hissed at you, you and he have been seeing each other more frequently and you know he was developing feelings and you were as well but you didn’t want to admit them. ‘You may think that but I don’t.’ You said across from him. He sighed and ran his hand through his curly hair, that you loved to run your fingers through. ‘If you don’t feel that way then, just leave.’ He said and you hesitated. ‘Okay then.’ You said and turned to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist and cornered you against the wall. You couldn’t resist. ‘You just said no.’ You said in between kisses. ‘No I said I was fed up of us hiding our feelings from each other.’ He said as he deepened the kiss leading you to the bed and removing your clothes.

You lay on your back panting. You sighed and sitting up, you grabbed your shirt placing it over your head before getting changed. You heard the covers moving behind you. ‘Where are you going?’ Klaus asked from behind you, as he watched you place your hair up in a bun. ‘Do you think we’re bad people?’ You asked suddenly. ‘What?’ Klaus asked. ‘We said we weren’t going to do it again but we just did.’ You said turning around and looking him in the eyes. ‘Y/-‘ He started saying but you interrupted him. ‘I said I don’t have feelings for you…’ You started saying and you watched his face fall before you looked down at your bare feet. ‘but I do.’ You whispered looking at the ground, Klaus couldn’t wipe the smile of his face as he stood up, placing boxers on and enclosing you in his arms. ‘Then good.’ He simple said as you placed a sweet and delicate kiss on your lips.

I’m Better Than You Think

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Request: “ 97 with Newt please!” and “ Write some sin and I’ll be happy :)“

97: “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to seduce me.”

Warnings: Kinda steamy.. :)

A/N: Omg here you go… we don’t write complete sin (at least not just yet), but hopefully this’ll be good for now

-Mods E and K

“I’m better than you’d think.”

“Oh, really?” You absolutely wanted him to prove this claim.

You were arguing with Newt down in the suitcase, sitting at a small table in the shed. You were resting your chin in your hands, giving the blond Mazoologist a skeptical look.

“Yes, really,” Newt grinned. He closed the book he was reading just a couple minutes before, dropping it onto the table with a thump. “I was one of the top students in charms at Hogwarts.”

Your eyebrows shot up, a smile appearing on your face as you leaned in. 

“Are you sure you could beat me?” you asked in a husky voice, your mouth quirked up playfully as your bottom lip caught on your teeth. “I can be quite… powerful.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to seduce me.” Newt chuckled, green eyes staring at you with an unusual, new intensity.

The words left Newt’s mouth before he could stop them, his expression changing to one of complete horror and embarrassment as he realized what he had just said. The words were so foreign in his mouth yet so fitting, even though he looked absolutely mortified. You froze, your hand hovering right over his shoulder. You could feel your cheeks heating up, turning a bright red color as you both struggled to sort through the thoughts racing through your minds.

“Um…” You didn’t know what to say. Your heart pounded away in your chest, your throat closing up as you tried to swallow. Newt only stared back, his green eyes searching your own. And very slowly, very painstakingly, he leaned in, almost as if he were being pulled in to you by an invisible force that intended to bring you skin to skin, mouth to mouth, and leg to leg with each other.

You couldn’t move and was almost afraid to. Your mind racing at a thousand miles an hour, scrambling to process what was happening in front of you. You had imagined this scenario several times, but you had never expected it to actually happen.

Your long eyelashes fluttered shut as Newt’s nose slid against your own, his lips just barely brushing against your mouth. His mouth was soft, delicious, and tempting to you. You took in a shuddering breath, waiting for Newt to take that final step before you would lose control and do it for him. The mint of his breath, intense gold flecks you could see in his eyes- it was too much and both of you knew it.

Finally, he pressed his lips to yours. He was soft at first, more gentle than you could ever imagine; almost as if he was afraid and testing the waters. His hand cupped your cheek as the other braced your back, drawing you in even deeper. You gladly gave in, catching his bottom lip with your teeth and arching your back slightly, as all thoughts in your mind vanishing as you melted into Newt’s arms. He began to press even harder, a boldness rarely seen in him spurring him onward.

He moved his hands to your hips, pulling you into his lap carefully as you used the table as an impromptu chair. Once you were safely situated, he stood up, keeping his hands firmly on you. He was strong from all the work he did down here in the suitcase, his arms holding you steady. He brought you over to the makeshift bed against the wall of the shed, lying you down among the rumpled blankets. He never stop kissing you, his lips remaining on yours.

Newt was never one to take things fast. You didn’t mind him taking his time, allowing yourself to relax into him. Your hands were bunched into his shirt, the hem coming untucked from his trousers that looked tighter than usual. You certainly did not mind at all. He pulled away from you for a moment, looking down on your face with an expression of love he rarely gave anyone except his beloved creatures and friends. With one he gave to you.

“Are you okay so far?” He whispered, searching your face for any sign of discomfort. You nodded your head.

“I’m much more than okay,” you said. Newt nodded, sitting up. He unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off and throwing it onto the carpet beside the bed. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his bare chest. He was always much more muscular then his first impression. He was lean and healthy yet well built with just the right proportions. His chest was decorated with scars, some big, some small. He searched your eyes, looking for some sort of validation. You reached up, sliding your hands over his chest. The scars were rough under your fingertips, each one a different story.

“I’ve always been rather self conscious of them,” Newt murmured, looking away. You put a hand to his face, turning his head so he was looking back at you.

“They’re beautiful,” you said honestly, pulling him back in for hopefully one or two more scars on his back. He traced his tongue over your bottom lip, hands clutching at your sides. You groaned suddenly, your legs pulling him down to you. Newt quickly slid your shirt off, fingers just at the edge of your chest. You stopped for a moment, breathless. His eyes stared into yours, his cheeks flushed and hair wild.

“I told you,” you said, the words intermittent by gasps for air. 

Newt frowned. “Told me what?”

You grinned, pulling him right down on you. You put your lips to his ear, feeling him start to tremble under your touch.

“I can be quite powerful when I want to be.”

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IMAGINE; Watching Sherlock With Evan Peters;

IMAGINE; Watching Sherlock Six Thatcher with Evan Peters;

Imagine…

Sherlock only remembering it’s his birthday because you throw him a surprise party. 

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Made By: Mrs. Holmes

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“Thanks for stopping and helping me out” you said to the mysterious, yet handsome man who was attempting to repair your car.

“Couldn’t leave ya out here on your own” the man said giving you a kind smile.

“Well you’re a real gentleman er…”.

“Kit” he finished closing the hood of your car “and I think you’re good to go”.

Imagine getting in a fight with Dean, and almost breaking up.