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[9:40am] momiji x reader
all characters aged up 18+
genre: lowkey angst, fluff, smut
warnings: uh... there’s some praise, thinking about other women while in a relationship and that’s about it i think...
requested: yes, from a friend
[a/n] i wasn’t gonna post this cause i ain’t know how the response was gonna be but it’s my first story so i hope y’all like it !! it was requested from my friend so i was like what the hell yknow... she seen season 3 momiji and was like “good lord what in the hell happened” and here we are lol
Just found this jewel on pinterest thought you would like it!
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Harry: I learned a joke at school today
Sirius: okay, let’s hear it
Harry: what goes in stiff but comes out soft?
Sirius:
Harry:
Sirius:
Harry:
Sirius: is it a-
Remus: *running in* IT’S SPAGHETTI! IT’S SPAGHETTI SIRIUS!
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Michael X Fem Reader Smut
warnings/tags: degradation, rough sex, humiliation
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“You make me sick,” I leaned forward in my armchair.
“Then why don’t you leave?” Michael huffed, not budging his eyes from his book.
“Are you fucking dumb? Do the literal cannibals outside not clue you in? It’s the end of the fucking world, and I’m bored!” I took my book and flung it at his face, before regaining my poise and taking a sip from my champagne glass.
I was spending my evening in the library with nothing else to do. Michael came in about 10 minutes ago looking for something…10 minutes to piss me off. Ever since he arrived he has been pissing me off. There is just something about him that is so arrogant and stuck up it makes me want to strangle him in his sleep.
“Did you just throw this at me?” he asked. His voice enriched with a calm anger.
I looked up at him, rolling my eyes with an act of surprise.
He stood as I turned away, but reached forward grabbing a fist of my hair and pulling me to the ground. What a situation. Me on my knees in front of him. He let go, sliding the book back into the shelf, and went back to where he was standing.
I quickly got up off my knees.
He was so desperate to prove he was the alpha male.
“You know what, fuck this,” I muttered, and I grabbed my glass, marching off to look for somewhere else to situation.
I thankfully didn’t have to share a room with anyone. I lay on my bed burying my head in the covers just looking for a blissful second of peace and quiet, when a knock erupted.
Why are you still chasing after me? I am trying to be zen!
“Langdon, I am not in the mood. Go away before I cut your fucking balls off!” I yelled.
The handle twisted and the door popped open. I stuck my head out of the duvet to see Miss Venable staring at me with an unimpressed grin. Jesus.
“While I appreciate your very ladylike commentary, Mr. Langdon would like to see you in his office…now.”
“Son of a bitch,” I whispered under my breath, heaving my body up onto the floor and making my way to his quarters.
I stormed through the winding polished hallways, my quick breath practically putting out lit candles.
“You told on me? What are you, five?” I strutted through his doorway without permission.
“Well I just love out little talks y/n,” he clapped his hands together.
I pinched my fingers together and took a deep breath, summoning all of my patience.
“Make it quick…I have important things to do.”
“It’s in regards to the outpost.”
“I already know that you aren’t going to pick me. I could tell during the interview. I honestly don’t like it, and frankly would like to not have to go anywhere with you. If you called me here to simply confirm that my fate is sealed then you can just save it and I can bid you a horrible day and be on my merry way!”
“You’re just feeling sorry for yourself,” he insisted.
“What else am I supposed to do?! Jump up and down with glee knowing that I am going to die?”
“You could stop being a little brat and try to change my mind.”
“You’re pathetic, Langdon. You aren’t going to change your mind.”
“I’m pathetic? Look at yourself. Little miss try hard is just giving up. Leaving herself to the dust.
Nobody fucks a corpse y/n. Nobody will care. So I will say this once, and only once…get on your fucking knees and show me how badly you want your survival.”
I stared at Michael deeply trying to figure out if he was being genuinely serious.
“Don’t make me hurt you.” He whispered.
I lowered onto the ground with my hands spread out in front of me, my knees gravelling into the cold floor.
Michael walked behind me and grabbed my dress, ripping it off my back. I could hear every seam splitting as it turned into shreds in his hands to which he tossed to the floor.
He took his time to taunt in circles, chuckling as I stayed there posed like a fucking animal for him. It was so fucking humiliating, but what would he do if I disobeyed him...I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to.
“God, look at how obedient you are, it’s fucking embarrassing. Nothing to say for yourself now.”
Michael stopped in front of me, undoing his belt buckle painfully slow and proudly until his trousers dropped past his ankles along with his boxers. I looked up as he revealed his cock. It was already hard, and I could feel a burning sensation between my thighs that was already fucking eager to feel it stretching inside of me.
“You want me to fuck you? You think slutty brats like you deserve to be treated nicely and gently?”
I whimpered as he knelt behind me, forcefully pushing my body forward, arching my back so my legs were spread wide open for him. I was already wet, anxious awaiting for him to touch me.
He grabbed ahold of my hips, lining himself up to my entrance.
“You’re just a fuck doll. A worthless object. Which means you are going to keep taking it until you fucking break!”
Michael crammed his cock inside of me with great force, thrusting in and out and in and out as I attempted to adjust. Even while he spat out the worst names and tears were brimming in my eyes I was so fucking needy. I wanted to moan his name and feel his cock rip through me. I wanted to be his good little girl.
He continued ramming deeply inside of me as he reaching forward, wringing his hand around my neck.
“What do you have to say for yourself, you useless slut?”
“I want it. Please. I fucking want it. Fucking laugh at me. Spill inside of me and fucking impregnate me, please just fuck me.”
“You’re fucking disgusting,” he repeated over and over, slamming his hips against mine as his growing cock pulsed inside of me. My pussy throbbed as he revelled in his climax before his body twitched and I felt his cum filling me up.
Michael laughed each time I moaned. I felt tears brimming in my eyes and streaming down my cheeks from lack of contact as he pulled out of me.
I needed more.
He turned me over, pulling me up roughly by the hair and smacking me across the face.
My tears spilled down my face as he laughed at the sight of my red and cum stained cheeks.
He slid his cock inside of me for another round from the front.
His face was so still, with an incandescent smile like his sole purpose was to watch me get tortured, while my eyes violently rolled back and straggled moans escaped from my throat.
My voice cracked and squeaked in my throat trying to scream as he viciously slammed into me.
He held my bottom lip between his thumb and for finger looking into my eyes, devoruing each of my pleasured reactions.
“I’m just a fucking slut,” I gasped.
“a worthless slut,” he demanded.
“a worthless slut.” I repeated.
Can you write an angst/fluff fic with Eddie where she’s starving herself because she wants to look like Chrissy (bc everyone loves her) and Eddie notices and comforts her
You sat lowly on the ratty beanbag cushion inside of Eddies trailer, rooting through his casettes as you awaited for his return. You sure did pick a man with great taste.
You looked off from the tapes to the dinner plate he had fixed you before he left for a quick deal. Antagonising thoughts spiralled as you inspected the meal, and thought about the perfect poise with welling up waterlines.
Today wasn’t the great day, and all you wanted was for Eddie to hold you in his arms and tell you everything would be fine and to hush your silly little worries, but the minute he crashed back through the trailer door, that estatic puppy grin on his face upon seeing you was enough to make you push your thoughts deep into the back of your mind and never ever bring them back up.
No point in spoiling his day too, right?
“Sorry I’m late, sweetheart,” he huffed, dropping his bag to the floor and planting a swift kiss on the top of your head.
“How was your day weirdo?” you smiled softly.
“well I passed my math test and made 80 bucks, so I’d say it was pretty rad!”
Eddie looked off to the untouched plate dissapointedly.
“You didn’t eat? Babe...I know it’s not the ritz here, sorry I can’t offer you quality dining but I think my famous grilled cheese is the next best thing,” he grimaced rather proudly.
“Its fine... I’m just not hungry,” you prompted casually.
He frowned, cocking his head to the side as he knelt before you, getting his ragged jeans dusted on the floor.
“That’s a lie, becuase you haven’t eaten all day. There is no way that you aren’t at least the tiniest bit hungry.”
“Well I’m not!”
Eddie looked at you for a while, keeping himself balanced as he leaned back. The harshness in your tone made one thing quite evident.
He took a moment before taking your hand with his, his thumb caressed along your wrist soothing over where your pulse is and his forefinger drew a little circle in the palm of your hand. His thing that he always did when you seemed upset or anxious about something.
“If there is something more serious going on... then you can tell me, that’s what boyfriends are for.”
“yeah its...no it’s fine,” you mumbled, almost embarrassed that he would even ask. You stood up and moved the plate over to the sink. Eddie could see how hesitant you looked, and he stayed put.
“Okay. I like...hate myself for saying this, becuase I so didn’t think I was the insecure girl type, especially not so insecure over a... cheerleader,” you squirmed. “But today in class i felt like... I was in this bubble, and Chrissy Cunningham was in a bubble too, but it was bright and pink and sparkley and had a million other people in it fawing over it and worshipping her, and I started to realize why her bubble was so perfect. Because everything about her is perfect. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect smile...and I just...felt like I needed to do better? I dont know... because the realization that I wouldn’t get to be in a bubble like hers hit me so hard. I don’t know why I would want to ever be in princess pinks bubble, but it jsut really got me thinking about us...maybe you would want someone who looked more like her. Maybe that’s...more your type?That kind of starts with her perfect little body too.”
“Well that is ridiculous for many reasons. There are alot of things chrissy cunningham doesn’t have,” Eddie pondered.
“She doesn’t have extremely awesome music taste, and she isn’t the lead singer of a band. She doesn’t know how to play D&D, and she also has to put up with a very annoying boyfriend which I am sure you know absolutely nothing about,” he was playful, but his face was honest and serious.
“hm...alot of people who like her don’t really know her, and she also doesn’t know what its like to be the most beautiful girl in the world...because she is standing right in my trailer.”
You smirked, slightly amused. You will give him credit for that, but maybe it wasn’t enough. You wrapped your arms around your torso, dissapointed.
“Babe...I might not be like smart, but there is one thing I am absolutely sure of that is an outright fact. I see you every day, and I know that I will never have to want or ask for a single thing the rest of my life. I mean God look at you! Your eyes are like fucking diamonds, it’s blinding, and you’ve got this voluminous rapunzel hair, and not to mention the most mezmerizing smile, and your laugh, Jesus christ your laugh makes other people laugh! You’ve got this big heart and you care about people, you care so much about people that dont even care about themselves,” Eddie slowed his dramatic pacing around the trailer trying to get his point across, and got close to you, making sure you really heard him this time.
“You make a difference in everybodies lives. You aren’t just beautiful on the inside, but on the outside too, and every morning I get to wake up and spend the day with you, I am the luckiest man on earth.”
Heyy, could I request Pietro Maximoff dating reader that loves astronomy headcanons please
I’m sorry this is so bad, I honestly struggled coming up with headcanons this was a hard one but I hope you like it just the same > - <
He loves pretending that he knows the names of constellations to try and impress you, so he secretly googles little facts about stars and astronomy
alot of spontaneous last minute dates planned at night so there is time to stargaze, whether its a late picnic or evening walk, as long as you can see the sky, and kind of bonus that he can use his powers to just zoom you up to the highest moutain to get the best view of the sky
while trying to understand the concept of pet names, he stumbled over something called a starburst. It stuck and he called you starburst ever since
he’s always drawing little stars and planets out of habit when he is bored, and then thinks he is some world class artist and presents them to you proudly
Saw the adhd request and sad it was only for the gaurds can you do one with the kings?
Aro
Aro knows how important schedules and routine are for you, and tries to make sure he has a tight and repetitve routine too, that also works around you, for example, he makes sure that any guests he has over come during early hours when you are least likely to be over stimulated, and he makes sure to leave things in rooms the way that you like it, (your organised chaos) keeps reminders in his routine to tell you to drink water, make a meal, take medication etc.
Caius
Caius tries hard to be understanding. Out of all the three kings he has the shortest temper, and therefore gets frustrated often even when he doesn’t mean to.
He doesn’t handle it well when he feels he isn’t being listened to, or when people are forgetful, or when people don’t follow his instructions/directions, but he is learning, and he tries to come up with fun easy activites that you can do together that aren’t overstimulating and aren’t complicated.
He wants to learn, and sometimes forgets.
Ever since you told him about fidget toys, he has become obsessed and has bought about a million for the two of you. They really help him with his rage.
Marcus
Marcus is a very easy person to be with. He could spend hours beside someone and not say a single word between them and say it was the most enjoyable “hang out” he has ever expereinced. Point being, you won’t find yourself ever really getting overstimulated around him, and if you ever do, you can literally just get up, tell him where you are going and walk away, and he will never mind.
showering with the volturi kings??
Aro:
always always always leads to shower sex.
He loves to slowly lather you up with soap, caressing and complimenting each of your features before he fucks you against a tiled wall. Who knew?
Caius:
Suprisingly romantic.
Loves to set the mood with candles, washes your hair for you with a scalp massage. Just completely pampers you.
Also will braid your hair for you when you both get out of the shower.
Bonus...(he would kill anybody who knew) but he is a total bubble bath guy.
Marcus:
He likes you give you your space, making sure you feel as comfortable as possible and doesn’t want to overcrowd you. He is very quiet when you two are together because he is deeply enjoying your company.
Very similar to Caius with the hair washing, and a LOT of shower kisses.
How would the Volturi react to their human mate being a complete spaz.
Aro:
He is so in and out about it depending on whether he is in a good mood or not. Sometimes he totally loses his temper, and other times he finds it amusing and teases you about it, and other times he is making fun of you. Lowkey bipolar.
Caius:
Calls you stupid. All day. Every day. However, you will slyly notice him doing little things here and there trying to make aspects of your daily routine easier for you. For example, laying out your breakfast as to avoid you making a mess of the kitchen.
Marcus:
The most patient man ever to exist. You could do the most colossally idiotic thing in the universe, and he would just stand there calmly reassuring you that it was okay. He just doesn’t care. Like you could gouge a hole in his wall and somehow he would thank you.
Demetri:
He would be twice the spaz you are. He is such a goofy idiot when he wants to be, and you never have to worry about being your true self around him.
Felix:
He is always the overly cautious and nervous one. He just won’t let you out of his sight to prevent you from doing something spazzy, but he always reminds you that his overprotectiveness is really just him not wanting that spazzy thing to be you getting yourself hurt.
Alec:
Alec always feels bad for you. He is always reassuring you if you do something spazzy that it’s going to be okay or it isn’t your fault because he thinks you might feel super guilty otherwise. Our pitiful boy.
Jane:
Jane doesn’t really say anything. If you do something dumb, she glares at you with a withering and unyiedling stare, but never comments. The stare honestly speaks for itself. Sometimes she will approach you and just blatantly say “do you need professional help?”
have you watched GOT or HOTD??
agh no, unfortunately not. Is it good?
Hihi! May I request giving Pietro Maximoff a blowjob headcanons? (Fem reader?)
Always insists on tying your hair up for you, and tells you how beautiful you look
he gets a little overexited and VERY loud ( alot of sokovian cursing)
For some reason he likes to be completely naked when he recieves head because he gets hot
he gets a little competitive with himself, when he feels himself getting close to finishing, he likes to push himself to see how much further he can last
He can get a little agressive, pulling your hair or grabbing you by the neck
He LOVES it when you swallow, and he loves praising you while you do it too.
Could you do a Michael Langdon imagine/smut of a significant other that has a wet dream while he’s laying beside them?
If him acting upon it makes you uncomfortable, you could leave that out.
In Michaels POV<3
Look at them...so fucking precious.
I know that I should have said something, I should have woken them up, or left the room, but i just couldn't help myself.
I couldn't help watch as delicate little moans escaped through their breath. My vocal partner...so quiet. It really took everything in me not to pry inside of their mind.
Their eyes fluttered, and I knew they were rolling back to their skull as they sinfully slept away their truest desires.
"fuck, yes Michael," they panted, and I felt my cock pertruding through my pyjama bottoms. I wanted it inside of them.
I wanted to feel what they were feeling as their arms stretched above their head and they suckled on their own lip.
God...they were beautiful.
I couldn't do anything of course. Could I?
They inconsciously peeled the duvet off of their side. I could see they were sweating, and crossing their legs over one another creating friction between their soft little thighs.
They gasped, with frequent incohereant murmers of my name.
I was fighting it so hard, but my adrenaline was rushing, blood pumping and it fucking hurt.
I looked over at them, then up to the ceiling, and down at myself seeing my cock pitching up a fucking tent in my trousers.
My hand wrung around my nuck, anticipatingly. I became desperate, and willingly let it glide down my bare torso, underneath my waistband and reached for my cock.
I slowly lifted and began to gently stroke.
Every single movment became analyzed, every time they turned a single muscle. What would they think if they woke?But then, could it be much worse than the dirty things they were imagining?
I let my imagination run wild.
Visions of sweaty scenarios rippled as I gripped around my cock and began pumping up and down faster. I couldn't stop. fuck, not now. Even if they woke up...I fucking needed it. I thrusted into my own grip vigorously until I felt myself twitcing and ready for a release.
I just...needed to hear it...just say it.
"Fuck yes, Michael!" they moaned.
it was blissful timing too, just as I came, soaking through my silk clothing. I laid there breathless for a moment, gazing at my partners beautiful facade. My body rose and relaxed as I breathed in slow pants, before getting up to clean myself off, thinking of them then too.
Michael Langdon SMUT-Dirty Little Slut
warnings: knife and blood play.
A.N: This story is not like EXTREME OH MY GOD WHERE ARE YOU PARENTS, but I’m just leaving this warning here so that nobody can come back and get mad. Basically, y/ns boyfriend just died because she decided to break the Outpost rules and fuck him, so Michael teaches her a lesson in restraint.
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My entire body was shaking. I was desperately attempting to reconcile myself, and sort through my thoughs on what the fuck happened.
I was trying not to blame myself, although i sort of did. Maybe it was all my fault.
Miss Venable gave us strict rules that no fornication was allowed. That much she was clear on. I guess as a purple I thought it would grant me more leniency.
But Scott wasn’t. He was a grey.
Scott, my boyfriend...I guess...ex boyfriend. I was so grateful that both of us were able to get a ticket. My dad purchased the second one for my brother but he was sent to another outpost so I gave it to Scott.
I loved him. I couldn’t live without him...now that he is dead, I mean...what do I even do? What do I even say to comfort myself, if anything?
Hearing that fucking gunshot was bad enough, like a waking nightmare. I’m surpised that Miss Venable didn’t force me to watch it too...but thats what makes no sense. Why just him? Venable caught us both making out in the library and tore us apart immediately. I must have frantically apologized a million times but it didnt matter. They dragged him away and that was the end of it.
Michael Langdon had arrived 5 hours later.
After the speech he gave her about the stupidity of her rules...something that I eavsdropped, I was really hoping he would spare me some pity...but he didn’t, at least...I don’t think so.
I’ve been waiting in my room every since, crying my eyes out until I couldn’t breath, clutching onto the necklace Scott gave me like a sentimental piece of shit.
My grieving was interupted by an abrupt and vicious knock at my door.
Venable, even after knocking, allowed herself in. Make it make sense.
“Langdon wishes to speak to you...now,” she declared. Her beady little eyes followed me in disgust, trying to lure me out of bed. she snapped her cane against the ground and went away.
I wiped my eyes dry in front of my mirror to fix up before following her.
I slowly made my way through the corridors to his room. The candles flickered and burned my crying eyes. The moment I stepped in front of his quarters, the doors opened automatically, as if by magic.
There he stood, the one and only. He stared straight into my eyes, searching for something that he was never going to find.
I only assumed that I could enter. Langdon smiled, and the doorway closed behind me.
He didn’t say anything, so I felt at liberty to migrate over to his couch and take a seat.
“I’m sure you are aware of why I wanted to speak with you.” He strutted to the back of the couch, gliding his hand over the armrest before taking a seat in front of me.
“Yes.” I mumbled.
“Just to put your mind at ease, I will tell you that you will not be punished for your actions today...at least, well I would like to talk about at happened.” Even with pause, he seemed so sure of himself.
“My boyfriend just died, not sure what more there is to say...I mean you knew that, right?” I declared angrily, tears spilling from my eyes.
“Stop crying,” he whispered.
“I...can’t...what the fuck else am I supposed to do!”
“There is nothing you can do about Scott now...he is gone, and you need to forget about him if you want to make it out of here alive.”
“God, How can you say that?” my voice muffled as I hunched my knees up to my chest and buried my chin between them.
“You are being pathetic. How can you expect to survive in an apocalypse if you can’t commincate without sobbing like a pathetic little girl?” he asked, widening his eyes lowly at me.
I tried to process how that was even a serious question, but straightened my back and wiped the tears away.
“I was doing some negotiating wiht Miss Venable about how to handle the situation moving forward,” he explained.
“I don’t regret what I did. If you want to kill me then kill me, at least I can be with him. The rule was fucking stupid. We loved each other, not to mention that people have fucking needs, Langdon. We loved each other too much to stay apart from one another for any longer. If he were alive, we would do it again.” I confessed.
“And isn’t that the truth.” He smiled with pride. “Maybe if you weren’t such a fucking slut you wouldn’t have gotten caught.”
I leaned back into the couch with instant regret.
“You’re a horrible person. I hope you know that,” I sniffled.
“Hey now, I’m not judging. I just think you need a little self-control. That’s why I’m here...to teach you a little restraint. With my favourite little game.”
“and if I don’t want to?” I protested.
“Well I won’t force you. But if you don’t agree then you will either be left here to die, or eventually executed as punishment for your actions. Think of this as your second chance.”
His words replayed in my mind.
My choice. And I would get away with it.
I nodded, and he guided me over through marbelled doors that glided open with a simple touch, opening to a suite with a king sized bed.
I turned to him, waiting for instruction. He nodded, and I lay down on the bed with his assistance. He wrung his fingertips around my wrists, bringing my arms above my head. He pulled a silk tie out from his inner jacket pocket and bound it to my wrists tightly against his bedpost.
I knew he could hear how fast my heart was beating by the way he smiled.
I attempted to move, suddenly feeling my blood pressure rising, but Michael held my shoulders down firmly with a single hand.
“Don’t strain...stay still. While you’re at it...keep that pretty mouth of yours shut too,” he coaxed.
He climbed on top of me, stradding my waist.
I mean, if he was going to fuck me, I’m not sure why he wouldn’t just take his clothes off first.
As soon as he was hovering over me, he pulled a small carving knife out from his pocket. God it was like the cabinet of mysteries.
I whined in fear, attempted to move from underneath him. He tipped himself over me, his lips fragments away from mine.
“If you make a sound, I will only push harder!”
He graized the blunt side over my inner thigh. The coolness of the metal made my hair stand on end. I was a little afraid, but couldn’t deny how hot I felt with his fingers so close to being inside of me.
“I want you to follow my instructions very carefully.”
“When it hurts...you stay still. You absorb the pain. Feel it. Breath it. See it...and DON’T make a sound.”
I nodded obiediantly.
He carressed my cheek, giving himelf a minute to admire my face so innocent before flipping the blade and pressing the point into my skin, dragging it across my soft pink flesh drawng a thin line of blood.
It burned, like a fresh wound doused with salt water. The pain consumed me, so much I felt a knot tightenting in my stomach and I ached for him to continue. To punish me. To make me feel like I deserved it.
Langdons fingers twisted around the knife, swirling in the pools of my blood and tracing it over his tongue, devouring my taste.
As he shifted over to the other thigh, his hand gripped and caressed against my skin. The absence of his cock riding my thigh became apparent that a soft moan escaped from my lips.
I was desperate. I wanted it. I contemplated all the ways he would punish me for being such a little slut. For enjoying it.
He was taken aback.
“You’re really enjoying this...aren’t you sweetheart?” he let the words roll lazily off of his tongue.
“Yes.” I cried out.
I broke free from the restraints, in that quick moment of action gaining enough control to get on my knees, towering over Langdon and pulling his body against mine. I grabbed his hair in handfuls, bringing his lips to mine.
He hooked his hands around my love handles rocking my hips into him as he gave in and yet willfully dominanted the kiss, with the reminance of sanguine blood on our lips as we lavished in eachothers warmth, wreaking chaos one fucking moan at a time.
☾𝐌𝐲 𝐊𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ☽
Klaus hypes himself up in the mirror. Like if he’s home alone, he’s checking himself out, saying personal mantras to himself like “You are worthy Klaus.” “You are deserving of love.” And then he just carries on with his day like a fucking psychopath
He deeply respected Bonnie. Could be the fact that he is always willing to sacrifice herself and die to keep her loved ones safe, something he never does. I can just see him pretending to hate all of the characters but secretly rooting for bonnie to get what she wants once in a while.
You do not ever want to enter a car with this man. He will honk and scream at the most minor inconveniences. Major road rage.
He laughs when children fall, but then when nobody is looking he helps them up.
He makes fun of stefan for keeping a diary, but I lowkey feel like he keeps one. He locks himself in his bedroom and writes in it about how much he hates his father like an angsty teen.
Team Stelena all the way. He likes to keep tabs on everything in Mystic falls after he left so he can know when Damon and Elena are fighting.
He sleeps with a lamp on, and pretends that he falls asleep reading every night, but he is secretly afraid of soembody killing him while he is asleep.
☾ Here’s a few that I heard from others that I just had to include ☽
Uses chapstick when nobody is looking.
He is a really good gift giver, so he gets really pissed and petty when somebody gets him a shit christmas gift.
If you stare at something for too long in a shop, he immediately buys it for you.
this when my brother doesn't stop asking what's going on like THEY ARE ABOUT TO TELL US
