#hence it’s an airplane drabble

[jjkeremika]

talk down to me

armin arlet x fem!reader (NSFW)

armin likes when you talk down to him. interestingly enough, it seems to be a kink reserved for you.

you assumed it was something his ex manipulated him into. you’ve met his ex-girlfriend, the one with the emotionless expression and the beady eyes, the one who looked like she wanted to punch you when you ran into her once. it wouldn’t have surprised you if she had been the one to belittle him in bed, antagonize and shame the bright minded man; the one who must have convinced him it was something he deserved, feeling shameful and alone.

but instead it was the change in your tone, the lower octave reserved for when you tsked him, when he said the wrong things and made the wrong choices.

“armin,” you started, hands on your hips, feet solid on the floor, staring at him with a new light in your eyes—brighter than polaris in the night sky. “in the nicest way, are you stupid? what were you thinking?” you asked him in that disapproving tone, the not good enough attitude. “were you even thinking? that was really bad, armin, you could get in serious trouble for that.”

the corner of his mouth twitched subtly, threatening a smile as his brain sent a signal to his heart, ordered his dick to hoard the blood supply, to double its size.

“stupid for you,” was all he said, his eyes shadowing with an unmet need and a newly unveiled desire. his hands moved to his own neck, started tugging on and removing his tie.

you thought nothing of it. “no, clearly you’re just stupid. intelligent, but crazy stupid. you could be killed! erwin and levi don’t stop at just imprisoning traitors.” you shifted uncomfortably at the thought of losing armin, felt your heart stop at having called your kind, loving, loyal boyfriend a traitor (which, he was technically a traitor to the scouts, selling secrets to the military police, but, still).

armin’s hands reached for his belt, easily slid it off as he spoke, “call me stupid again.” he dropped the belt to the floor, took a step towards you. “im serious, y/n. call me stupid. dumb. incompetent.” he pulled his shirt off by the collar, his tasteful developing abs on display, his trained yet relatively thin physique salivatingly appetizing. his warm hand cupped your cheek. “i want you to.”

“minnie, i, i don’t know,” you stuttered, the foreign idea unsettling, and he smiled eagerly at the endearing nickname.

“baby, please.” he pressed a slow, light kiss to each cheek. “you usually speak of me so highly.” he kissed your forehead and nose. “but i like when you’re above me.” he knelt onto the ground, his hands coming up to and caressing your thighs. “in more ways than one.”

his mouth started trailing up your exposed thighs, each kiss tickling and evoking a giggle. he sucked on the spot below your shorts, biting at the fabric and moving his hands to hold onto the waistband.

he pressed his mouth to your covered crotch, the fabric uncomfortable on his tongue but the smell of you peeking through was divine.

you felt his smirk at your airy chuckle. “oh, min, baby,” you moaned softly, one hand running through his hair while the other rested on his shoulder.

“come on, baby, please,” he pleaded, lightly biting at your crotch, a new and awkward and intriguing sensation given the protection of the fabric.

“too stupid to undo my pants?” you asked unsurely with a red blush, feeling the uncomfortable heat building inside as you acclimated to this new role he wanted you to play.

he looked up at you with the widest, brightest smile and the most dilated, sultry eyes you’ve ever seen. on anyone. and you’ve seen the way eren gawks at mikasa. that means something.

“oh fuck yeah, baby, thank you.”

you smiled as his hands started playing with the button on your shorts, pulling the zipper down and swiftly slipping the shorts off. his mouth connected with your underwear-covered crotch, just above your lips, his open mouth covering your clit to the tip of the short hairs.

“oh, baby,” you admonished, your hands tightening in his hair, “use that pretty head, love, the panties come off too.” you were breathing with an open mouth. your stomach was churning as your brain struggled to find what to say, what dirty talk he’ll respond to.

he did what you told, and you purred out a soft, “good boy. so so good. learn so well all things considered.”

he chortled and smiled against your clit, the vibration sending shivers up your spine, settling the nervousness at being good for him, at being enough for him, at titillating him to completion.

“start thinking of punishments for me, love,” his voice, muffled from his position against your groin, sounded through your ears, “because i’m about to cum so fucking fast.”

#i was on an airplane #hence it’s an airplane drabble #armin arlet x reader #armin arlet #armin arlet smut #armin x reader #armin x you #armin arlet x you #aot smut #snk smut #jjkeremika

[honeytae]

for a request how about being in a long distance relationship with hobi and reuniting after not seeing each other for a month or two? :) thank you!!

hey anon i hope you like this!! i decided to go with this cute idea for hobi’s birthday drabble, thanks for sending it in :) it’s kind of different from how i normally write (and i completed it in forty mins) but hopefully it’s good!!!

genre: fluff (non-idol au)

word count: 1.4k

happy birthday to the brightest ray of light to exist, the most generous and caring, precious soul ever. truly our hope :( we love and adore you, sunshine boy!☀️

Being long distance was never your idea of an ideal relationship.

That was, until you met a cute guy while on vacation two summers ago.

Somehow, your few days spent with him turned into nightly FaceTime calls, which turned into a visit from Hobi himself, staying in your apartment with you for as long as his work would let him. And it had been this way for nearly two years.

The truth is, you hated being a long distance from Hoseok. He was your favorite person, the one you wanted to share everything with.

Which, admittedly is hard to do over a phone screen.

But somehow, the connection you’d made with Hoseok was the strongest you’d ever felt; despite the fact that you lived hundreds and hundreds of miles from each other.

What it did mean, though, was that stronger efforts were needed from both ends to keep the relationship alive and well.

Hence why you were across the country from your own home on a Tuesday afternoon.

Juggling your bags in one hand, you reached with your other to close your fingers around the buzzing phone in your pocket.

You answered as soon as you recognized your friends name on the screen, pressing the device to your ear.

“I made it,” you smiled into the phone, running across the lobby to catch the elevator as your friend cheered into your ear.

“Good! Do you think he suspects anything?”

“Hard to tell. I don’t see a reason how he’d know,” you shrugged, smiling a bit at the sound of your friend snickering into the microphone.

“Just the soulmate energy,” your friend sighed, shuffling the phone a bit in her hand before she announced she had to go; there was an incoming call from her mother.

“But I’m glad you made it. Tell me all about it tomorrow, love you!”

Chuckling at the abrupt end of the conversation, you paused within the elevator, smiling at one of the women whom you recognized to be a new mother from your last visit.

Pressing the appropriate floor number along the extensive panel of buttons, you exhaled as you watched the doors press together, sliding your phone into your pocket.

You hadn’t felt like this in a long time.

Nervous?

Was that what you were?

Not exactly. You were never nervous about anything with Hoseok. He was, by far, the most calming presence in your life.

But you’d never lied to him like this before - never worked so hard on a surprise, never snuck around like you had this week.

Getting work off for a week without telling him. Hopping on an airplane and insisting you hadn’t returned his calls because you were napping with your phone shut off. Ducking on your way out of the car so that your boyfriend didn’t have a chance of seeing a glimpse of you out the window of his kitchen window.

It was exhausting, honestly. Having to keep such a big secret from your boyfriend hadn’t been easy.

But you were here now; in Hoseok’s hotel, about to basically bust down his door with how excited you were to see him.

It had been a few months now since you’d last seen him - what with your busy schedules and living situation, it had been especially difficult to see each other as much as you’d like.

You perked up as the elevator dinged to alert you of your arrival, quickly gathering your bags and making your way down the hall to the correct number.

Sneakily pressing your hand to the peephole, you knocked on the door with your other hand, essentially blocking his vision of you.

Your heart rate picked up as you heard footsteps and shuffling on the other side of the door, snickering at the confused ‘huh?’ spilling from none other than your boyfriends mouth.

A sharp gasp cut through the air at the familiarity of your laughter, the door immediately unlatching and opening to reveal Hoseok with his mouth dropped open.

“You…wha-how,” He asked, bewildered as he briefly took in the sight of you before reaching forward to collect you in his arms, squeezing you tight.

You giggled as you hugged him back just as tight, breathing in his cologne and immediately feeling at ease. You were home.

“This is why I wasn’t answering,” you murmured, grinning as you felt Hoseok’s shoulders shake in a chuckle.

His hand cascaded down your back in an altogether comforting yet electrifying stroke along your spine, holding you close to him as he rocked you two slightly from side to side.

“I’m so happy,” he retreated his head to look at you, “I thought you were mad at me,” he admitted, you snorting in response.

“Far from it. Just trying to get to you,” you smiled, a flash of something unrecognizable going through his pupils before he pulled you back into his arms.

“Thank you.”

Seven episodes of Hoseok’s current favorite series and a bottle and a half of rosé later, you found yourself slung over his lap on the sofa, barely focusing on the show anymore as you found yourself absolutely entranced by the man beneath you.

Your boyfriend in all his - heavenliness, the only word you could associate with him when your mind felt so fuzzy from the rosé.

Shiny black hair rested over his forehead, bare skin shining in the dim light of his living room. Head kicked back on the sofa, he stared at you with hooded eyes, lips ticked upward in a content expression you could only compare to a purring cat.

His cheeks glowed pink with alcohol consumption, the man always a bit of a lightweight compared to most men his age, all the more endearing.

The butterflies in your stomach increased as you noticed his eyes flickering over your face, seemingly studying every feature and flaw you possessed and committing them to memory.

Your heart steadily throbbed in your chest as you leaned forward to bump the tip of your nose against his, enticing him to tip his head to the side to push your lips together.

Hoseok was addicting; his lips were a magnet, soft both in the way they felt and their smooth movement against your own.

You could feel everything Hoseok was trying to convey to you through his motions, gentle glides of his tongue parting your mouth and a soft sound arising from his throat at the action.

You nearly missed his soft words spoken against your skin as you lost yourself in him, furrowing your brows and stilling at the sentence he’d just uttered.

“Huh?” You eventually piped up, eyes finding his dark brown orbs, blinking back at you before they flickered down to your lips again.

“Move in with me,” he mumbled, pecking your bottom lip again as silence absorbed the room, “please.”

“Hobi,” you shifted down his thighs a bit, resting a steadying hand on his chest as you stared at him curiously.

“Listen, I know that was a big thing to ask but,” he sighed, reaching for your hand to entwine his fingers with your own, “your lease is coming up in the next few months, right? And I know you’re not happy at that job. Our families are up this way, too…” he trailed off, diverting his eyes to the back of your palm, “and I honestly miss you more than I can bear.”

“I thought we agreed we could handle the distance,” you cocked your head, coming from curiosity more than anything. Hoseok was more than an open book; his pages were always revealed to you. To think that he’d been hiding his true feelings for your benefit hurt your heart.

“We did, and I’m still fine with it,” he assured you immediately, pausing to purse his lips together as he mulled over his next words.

“I just think we’re ready for a next step here,” he spoke slowly, testing the waters with a slight tug of your body onto his chest, “and I wanna do everything with you by my side, baby. FaceTime is great, but this,” he squeezed you to him, making you giggle as he leaned forward to press featherlight kisses to your neck, “this is where I’m happiest, right here.”

“Me too,” you smiled, exhaling happily as Hoseok raised his eyebrows at you.

“Come back to vacation,” he grinned, amusedly hinting at your first initial meeting. You chuckled before dipping down to press a sweet kiss to his forehead, making sure to move his bangs out of the way first.

“I haven’t gone off vacation since I met you,” you admitted, the man blushing a bit at your words, “I’d love to.”

#bts fanfiction #bts x reader #bts member x reader #bts fluff #bts drabble #hoseok fanfiction #hoseok x reader #hoseok fluff #hoseok drabble #hoseok imagines

[poisonousushi]

writing exercise: If you use a word too much - beautiful, sexy, humble, love, hate, reckless, peaceful, strange, lonely - instead try to write it in such a way that the word does not need to be used. 

when writing nikolai, i always use “freedom” or “free” so i challenged myself in writing him in such a way that i won’t mention the word, not even once. this is a good ol’ writing exercise i mostly see others do, but i have never tried it so here we are~ and the exercise becomes more of writing a scene to illusrate that freedom and all, instead of just a stream of words. but i slipped the gist under the guise of dialogues and verbs. 

Nikolai is looking up at the sky again. Understandable, the weather’s fair, the blue is the kind that doesn’t hurt your eyes, cool and calm, and the cotton-puff clouds crowd the edges. It’s a fine sky to marvel, but the absence of the birds amidst such blissful atmosphere – Nikolai frowns upon it. Fair enough, the pigeons are busy eating off crumbs from the ground in the main plaza, where Nikolai is currently standing on as he waits for Fyodor. The whole scene irks Nikolai his nerves tingle uneasily under his skin, that the birds, which are supposed to be flying up sky high, are busy pecking on the ground for food that shallow humans throw at them. He only hates ostriches once, thanks to their awful large bodies all they can do is run around fenced lands like a bunch of idiots, but now he hates pigeons as well. Ground-licker crumb-lover servant birds.

Hence, he’s looking up at the sky, because nothing in its face reflects to him the humanity that surrounds him. He doesn’t hate people, he just doesn’t like how they walk through the world not thinking about what they’re thinking – okay, maybe he hates more than half of the human population.

Perhaps, other people might have noticed how he’s craning his head up, and probably judging not only his current occupation but also his outrageous clothes of mismatched pants and top hat. But maybe they are too preoccupied with their own lives to even notice.

“What’s so interesting about the sky?” In the end, only Fyodor notices, and if it is because he cares enough or not, Nikolai likes to think it’s the latter. How Fyodor speaks and acts don’t always give away how he feels about someone, except if they question what he believes in. He is teetering between indifference and obligatory interest, or sometimes verging on mild interest but it’s too tiny to catch and if you blink, you will miss it.

Nikolai asks, “Why aren’t the clouds tied down to earth? Why are they always above?” His eyes squint in genuine wonder.

“There is something called fog.”

“Yeah, but that’s a totally different case.” He waves his hands at Fyodor. “There’s something about the sky that feels territorial, like it’s a whole new place, you know. What are the secrets of the elements in the sky that keeps them from being tied down by earth’s gravity?”

“I think science books can explain that,” Fyodor points out.

“I think you’re right.”

Fyodor’s appearance only means his secretive business – something he emphasized he wouldn’t talk about right after he asked Nikolai to come with him – was done. They step off the main plaza and begin walking along the busy pavements of St. Petersburg. They’re still in Russia, not hurrying to go to Japan as things are going well according to plan and schedule.

Still, Nikolai hasn’t taken his eyes off of the sky that he would almost bump into someone, or even a post, if it weren’t for Fyodor nudging him right before an impending accident. Though most people along their path pick up that one of the two strange men walking right up to them are busy looking up to even see what’s in front of him, and they have enough common sense to sidestep.  

“But do their secrets extend to humans?” Nikolai queries. Fyodor keeps his silence as it feels like Nikolai has only started talking, and indeed, the clown continues. “I mean, well, yeah, humans have pretty much invented airplanes and hot air balloons. And we even reached the moon! Did Russia win that one?”

“I believe it’s the Americans who landed on the moon first.”

“Drat, I thought it was us,” Nikolai sighs as though Russians not having been able to land on the moon first affects his whole future. Majestic columns of clouds stand high up in the blue sky, slowly gathering to the center. “But if the Americans have gone to the moon, well I’ll go to the nearest galaxy. Who knows, I might witness a supernova in real time there.”

“Gogol, I think you will die before you can get to the nearest galaxy.” Nikolai stops in his steps. He isn’t looking up at the sky anymore, he’s frowning on the ground underneath his shoes. Fyodor bites his lips at his sudden interruption of Nikolai’s drabble of dreams. He looks over to his shoulder, at Nikolai who is slouching.

“Dos-kun, do you think I will die before I can get what I wish?” His tone is somber, too quiet, a circumferential contrast to his loud and cheerful sustenance as he blabbered on awhile ago. Fyodor almost feels bad, but he and Nikolai have talked about it, went through it so many times the story feels more of a legend than a plan.

“I think your wish will succeed in your death.” Nikolai lifts his head up and gazes back at Fyodor, his left un-patched eye blank. Fyodor smiles at him, reassuring, “I’ll make sure of it.”

Nikolai smiles wide, but the vacancy in his eyes doesn’t dissipate into the edges.

Fyodor doesn’t usually let others touch him but in some instances, especially at this moment, Nikolai grabs his arms too quickly before he can protest. From a gloomy tone it transcends seamlessly into a different and higher bar as though Nikolai never showed such despair in the first place as he quips, “Don’t make me like you more, Dos-kun~ You know what happens to people I like, right?”

“They disappoint you later on?” Fyodor suggests innocently.

“No~” Nikolai chants out. “They always die.”

#writing exercise #snippet #bsd fyodor dostoyevsky #bsd nikolai gogol #fyogol #bsd #bungou stray dogs

[misssophiachase]

Breathless

Klaroline Infinity + Fusion

So this is my take on The Wedding Date, not sure if you've seen it but it's a great film. I have changed some of the circumstances to suit my story but the general premise is the same. Words in italics at the beginning are from the film, the title is a song from the soundtrack. This is part 1, I'll try to get out part two possibly by the end of the day if you like this.

Also, Happy Birthday, lovely Camille (@my-light-into-the-darkness) this is dedicated to you! I know I always say this but you are one of the brightest lights in our fandom and have the awesome ability to keep up our spirits and bring us all together. I know I promised you another drabble but this one was closer to being finished in the alloted time frame but will get you the 3 Musketeers one as soon as I can. Hope you enjoy.

Synopsis: Caroline's cousin is getting married, the only problem is that she's marrying her ex-fiance. What's a girl to do in this awkward situation? Enter male escort Klaus Mikaelson...

Breathless: Part 1

The Roosevelt Hotel, New Orleans

Welcome Drinks: Wednesday PM

"Close your eyes. Close your eyes," he murmured, leaning in closer and making her fall back against the elevator wall, his dark blue eyes trained on her. "Close... your... eyes." Caroline hadn't known him long but she figured when he had to repeat himself Klaus Mikaelson meant business. She did as she was told, trying to ignore just how spicy his aftershave was as it infiltrated her nostrils.

"You're safe. You can relax. I'm not going to kiss you." If Caroline was being honest that wouldn't be an altogether bad thing if he did, those crimson lips had been hypnotising her since they first met at JFK the day before.

"He's going to be so sorry he lost you, so stop worrying. Forget the past. Forget the pain." Easier said than done she was tempted to reply but Caroline figured he wouldn't appreciate the interruption.

"And remember what an incredible woman you are. You do that and he'll realise what he lost." Caroline was breathless, not sure if it was his supposedly heartfelt words or his close proximity until she realised he did this for a living and was an expert. She finally peeled open one eye.

"Holy crap. You're worth every penny." She uttered, opening the other one. Caroline couldn't miss his amusement, a smirk tugging at those kissable lips.

"And don't you forget it," he boasted just as the elevator dinged indicating their arrival, Klaus finally moving out of her personal space and adjusting his tie in the mirror on the back wall. If there was one thing she was certain about it was that the man could wear a suit. She wondered what was underneath said suit but mentally scolded herself for even going there, he was a paid escort after all and nothing else. In four days time they'd go their separate ways.

Caroline shook her head trying to get rid of the residual dizziness. She was paying him to distract other people not her. She may have momentarily lost it as they rode the elevator to welcome drinks at the rooftop bar but she wasn't expecting him to get so up close and personal. Klaus was now holding the lift door open and looked over curiously as she smoothed her blonde tresses and took a deep breath.

"You look gorgeous, love," he smiled, those stray dimples she'd discovered by accident on the airplane making an unwelcome appearance given she needed to concentrate. She looked down at her black, Stella McCartney dress hoping that her last minute splurge on such an expense piece of apparel would pay dividends and make that ass wish he'd never broken her heart.

She walked out of the elevator and towards the brilliant, poolside bar. Talk about picturesque. It was a beautiful spring evening and the sun had begun to set in brilliant streaks of pinks and oranges across the sky. People were mingling and it didn't take Caroline long to pick out the future bride and groom in the crowd. They were talking to her Aunt Sarah, his arm slung familiarly around her shoulders, making Caroline's skin crawl.

"That dress just screams skanky ho," a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. "It's quite fitting though really."

"Katherine," she chided.

"Hey, it's not like you weren't thinking the same thing, Care," she shot back. "I'm just willing to admit it aloud. Oh yummy, I did so good." She purred, perusing her date slowly. Klaus regarded the brunette, his perplexed expression not lost on Caroline.

"Klaus, this is Katherine Pierce and yes she's always that direct," she said. "She's the one who concocted this little plan."

"Well, given the way every female in this room is staring at your date, I'm pretty certain my plan is already having the desired effect."

"Nice to meet you, Katherine," he replied cordially, giving her a slight nod of acknowledgment. He really was well trained, if only he wasn't just like this because he was being paid. "How do you two know each other then?"

"We've been besties since I pushed her over for kissing Harry Mackenzie during a game of kiss chasey when we were five," she explained, making Klaus raise his eyebrows slightly. "Don't worry Romeo, I prefer brunettes, you're perfectly safe from my feminine clutches."

"I'm certainly relieved," he conceded. "So, given the obvious animosity towards the bride I'm wondering how you scored an invite to this wedding?"

"Hayley doesn't have any friends, not surprisingly, so she invited mine. Where is Bonnie by the way?" Caroline asked.

"Late as usual," she replied, rolling her eyes. "She has always wanted what Caroline has so inviting us to her ex-fiance's wedding is typical. I came here to support Caroline but if I'm being honest, I wanted to be present if and when that cow falls flat on her bony ass."

"You really do say exactly what you think," he commented. "Reminds me of my little sister."

"By the tone of your voice, I'm not sure being compared to your sister is a very good thing," she drawled.

"Katherine stop interrogating Klaus," Caroline hissed.

"Truthfully it's probably not the best compliment I could have given."

"I like him, that honesty is surprisingly refreshing," she chuckled. "Unlike your sleazy excuse for an ex-fiance. I'd pay to see him ass up too and so much more."

"Katherine."

"What? I'm being so reserved right now, you have no idea about all the other scenarios that have been going through my mind. In fact, how about we play some games of our own at the Bachelorette Party tomorrow night?"

"Katherine, I told you I'm not interested. I intend to be the bigger person."

"Well, that's not difficult," she snorted. Before Caroline could respond her mother appeared. Given her sister was Hayley's mother she was determined to try and repair the family rift, not that Caroline blamed her but begging her to attend after her initial refusals had been a surprise. She'd always been the type of person to shy away from drama but she also wasn't one to defy her family. Hence part of the reason she was here and with the much needed support of an escort.

"Oh darling, you're here," she exclaimed, pulling her into her arms. If she was being honest, Caroline and her mother hadn't always been very close. She was always daddy's girl but after Bill died they'd attempted to bond. You could say it was still very much a work in progress. "And don't you look so pretty."

"Thanks mom," she answered awkwardly, feeling like she was five years old again.

"And who is this?" She asked, staring her date down. Caroline had endeavoured to prepare herself for the situation but it was still so weird. Caroline didn't like to lie, it wasn't in her make-up.

"I'm Klaus," he interrupted noting her brief silence. It was as if he could read her emotions. "Caroline's date."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Klaus," she smiled. "I had no idea you were seeing anyone, darling."

"I..," Caroline stuttered.

"We actually met at Central Park, my pet husky Bear wouldn't leave her alone. I figure that's the best endorsement I could ever hope to get," he joked, interrupting. Caroline couldn't believe how good he was at this lying thing, she really needed some tips.

"Isn't that so sweet, Liz?" Katherine cooed, her acting skills on point as usual.

"It is," Liz agreed. "I must say Caroline has always been so picky, so it's nice to see the two of you here together."

"I'm just honoured someone amazing like your daughter chose me, Mrs Forbes," he murmured, placing his arm protectively around her shoulders and pulling her closer. Caroline was trying to ignore the reverberations that were coursing through her body as he verbalised those thoughts. She had to keep reminding herself that he was actually her employee and nothing else.

"Well, aren't you a keeper. In fact, I have so many family members here who would just love to make your acquaintance, Klaus." Before Caroline could object he'd been dragged away. She felt sorry for him but on second thought she was paying for his services after all. She'd much prefer he schmoozed while she sat quietly in away in the corner.

"Caroline! It's so lovely to see you!" Hayley interrupted, throwing her arms around her. Caroline couldn't miss Katherine's raised eyebrows as she all but suffocated her.

"Yeah, uh thanks," was all she could manage. When things ended abruptly between her and Stefan they'd both been quick to deny any cheating claims when they announced their relationship only three months later, but Caroline knew the truth. It was all too much of a coincidence.

"This is going to be such an amazing five days, starting with the Bachelorette Party at Republic tomorrow," she squealed. It was taking all her willpower not to slap that silly smile off her face, it was the very least she deserved.

"Yeah, I hear that Republic is a burlesque club, I'm assuming you're going to wow us with some of the pole dancing skills you've acquired from working at that strip club," Katherine interrupted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh Katherine you're hilarious, I know I invited you to my wedding for a reason," she giggled. "I better get back to my other guests, I'll speak to you both later." Before either could reply, she'd sauntered away and was latching herself onto another poor relative, she always did love being the centre of attention.

"I vote we take a picture of her mid pole dance and post it on social media."

"Katherine," she growled. "I told you, I'm trying to be the bigger person here so no unauthorised photography of any kind, promise me."

"You're no fun," she mumbled. "I have every intention of letting loose tomorrow night and I can't be responsible for my possibly drunken and unkind remarks. Uh, hello Caroline?" She'd been a little distracted watching intently as Klaus was interrogated by her immediate family. Given what she knew about him he was more than capable but Caroline couldn't help but be a little anxious about the whole situation.

"Yeah," she replied, unconvincingly.

"He can handle this," Katherine offered, looking over at Klaus. "In fact, I'm pretty certain they are trying not to openly flirt with him right now. It's those dimples I tell you."

"Or those lips," she murmured, thinking that she had already been equally affected, not that she'd ever admit that aloud. "All I know is that I need a stiff drink, like right now."

W Hotel - New Orleans

Post Bachelorette Party - Friday AM

The hotel room door slammed shut waking Klaus from his deep slumber. He opened his eyes and searched the dark room trying to gain his bearings. After a moment of uncertainty he realised he was in their hotel room in New Orleans. It was an occupational hazard but for some reason he still felt slightly confused.

Klaus had always wanted to be a corporate attorney growing up and never imagined he'd ever take this particular career path back then. He'd been struggling with his college tuition costs and found the escort business to be an easy way to make the cash he needed quickly. Once he'd graduated, Klaus had gone on to work as a lawyer but found himself frustrated by its inflexibility and the fact he could earn more being a full time escort.

Some would consider what he did to be morally questionable but Klaus knew he was helping people in his own way. Plus it also gave him an excuse not to have to emotionally invest in a real relationship. He'd been there once before and had no intention of ever getting hurt like that again. It wasn't until he'd heard her voice over the phone that Klaus had felt something.

She was beautiful as he found out at JFK but it wasn't just that. When she called initially, Klaus had immediately sensed her fragile tone. It wasn't unusual given most people who used his services had some emotional baggage, but to Klaus she also sounded strangely hopeful and that had stuck with him. Her innocence was charming but it was her deep convictions and that rare but playful element of feistiness she showed which had slightly thown him off his game. He didn't do weddings as a strict rule for personal reasons but she'd convinced him otherwise and here he was playing the role of the perfect wedding date.

When they'd first arrived in their room a few days earlier, she'd been adorably coy and equally distracted pretending that they weren't in fact sharing a bed. Klaus knew she would have preferred separate rooms but it was necessary to keep up their facade.

Caroline had left for the bachelorette party earlier, his jaw had just about dropped and Klaus was trying not to stare at just how amazing she looked poured into a white, fitted, dress highlighting her spring tan. The bride to be had absolutely nothing on her. Klaus would be lying if she hadn't crossed his mind multiple times over the course of the evening. He'd begrudgingly agreed to go to the Bachelor Party, regretting it immediately when he found himself surrounded by Stefan, his insufferable brother Damon and his drunk college mates at the Omni Bar.

"So, you're the new guy?" Stefan had asked, slurring as he said it. Klaus had noticed him eyeing him from across the bar for most of the evening. They'd so far only exchanged curt greetings and Klaus had no intention of talking to him any further after how he treated Caroline.

"New guy?" Klaus said, feigning innocence.

"Caroline's latest distraction to try and get over me."

"Sounds like somebody who obviously spends way too much time in the mirror doing his hair and his over inflated ego is jealous."

"Why would I be jealous, have you seen my wife to be?" Just when Klaus didn't think he could hate this guy anymore he had to go and prove him wrong.

"She's got nothing on Caroline and you and I both know that, mate. You can't buy the sort of grace, intelligence and beauty she possesses." Stefan was silent momentarily almost like he was trying to work out how to rebut something he knew was true.

"Fellas?" Damon, interrupted throwing his arms around them both. 'Are we playing nice? How about another drink?"

"Suddenly I'm not so thirsty anymore," Klaus responded. He'd left shortly after, what Caroline saw in that idiot he'd never understand. He was just happy that she wasn't marrying him.

"Someone's being boring," she sing songed, making her way into the bedroom. Klaus could tell by her slurring that she was indeed plastered. "Wake up, sleepy head!" Before he could utter some response about waking him the bedside lamp had been turned on, illuminating the room. Klaus attempted to bury his head under the pillow but his drunken roommate pulled it away from him.

"Someone's being a tad inconsiderate," he growled, attempting to wrestle the pillow from her playful grasp but failing. He was also trying to ignore just how beautiful she still looked after a big night her blonde waves slightly messy but at the same time sexy as hell. He also couldn't ignore the swell of her creamy breasts peeking out teasingly from her dress from this angle.

"How about if I make it up to you? You know I learnt some moves tonight that I think you might like," she teased. Klaus was initially excited and every fibre of his being was trying to stop imagining her naked. She pushed down her dress strap slowly and this was when he knew he had to intervene even when every part of his body was screaming for her to continue.

"No, we shouldn't do this, Caroline."

"You don't want me," she rasped drunkenly. They'd only met a few days ago but Klaus knew this wasn't the real Caroline. Her emotions were all over the place, not that he blamed her and the added alcohol wasn't helping things either. His instincts were willing him to move closer, kiss those pink lips and then wrap his arms around her but it wasn't professional and Klaus knew it.

"How about a bedtime story instead?" He offered, her surprised expression not lost on Klaus. "I happen to know this amazing story about a girl named Cinderella and some dwarfs, possibly seven."

"Cinderella and the seven dwarfs? I think you've got your fairy tales mixed up."

"Hey! Who's telling this bedtime story? Anyway, call it creative license. I might even get a little crazy and throw in a big, bad wolf," he smiled. "Interested at all, love?"

"Strangely, yes," she chuckled. "Let me change and I'll be right with you."

To be continued...

To be continued...

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