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Anonymous asked: "Do you have a link to this fic called 'The Neighbour' I think? Where Klaus is Caroline's new neighbour and he's constantly having loud sex and Caroline's always going over and complaining?"

klarolinefanfiction:

It’s called The Neighbourhood.

-Cindy


fadingtales:

Words: 2,311
Genre: Drama/Romance
Rated: T
Character: Oliver Q., Felicity S.

Summary: After mysteriously disappearing for five years, music legend Oliver Queen reemerges to produce the debut album for new singer Felicity Smoak. The last thing he expected when tasked to the job would would be that he would fall for his new artist. But as Felicity's music gains media attention, so does Oliver's dark past. Music!AU, Olicity.

Alternate AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/2161770/chapters/4857456

Anonymous asked: "im in the mood for fluff, hehe. everyone knows Lydia and Stiles are dating except for Stiles"

stydia-fanfiction:

Oh Stiles, you’re oblivious. [x]


doctorandroseinatardis:

doortotomorrow:

AU - High School - Her friends wanted to gut him like a fish, her mother and the rest of the parent-teacher council made him out to be a public menace, and his best mates reminded him on a constant basis that Rose Marion Tyler was miles out of his league, but regardless of whatever anyone said, Nate had a raging crush on her that wouldn’t quit.
She was unbelievably beautiful, sexy, and better looking than any of the women he saw on TV. Her smile left him winded every single goddamned time she passed by him in the halls, and his feral heart ached to be her fantasy man. It wasn’t like him to get so worked up, and more often than not, he was utterly spooked by the perplexing way Rose Tyler made him act. 
He made a genuine effort to take part in class activities like talent shows and the like for the sake of being in her company, albeit he still didn’t take any of it too seriously. Anyway, it didn’t matter how much he put his beak to the grindstone, nothing he did was worth shit in the eyes of his father whom he immensely despised. So here he was, living with a deadbeat dad, barely scraping by on his piss poor grades, and harbouring an overpowering crush on someone who’d never even want to bother looking at him. Nate’s life fucking sucked.
Or so he thought.
It had initially started out like an itch that nagged the back of her leg, but soon it had blossomed into a burning rash; she was looking for something, anything to help her rebel against her squeaky clean image. Fortunately such chance presented itself when she fell head over heels in love with Nate, and if she dated him, it would be the perfect escape from her boring life. 
He was so fucking fit, and how did Rose manage to reach this conclusion? She sat in the stands after school on a sweltering, hot day and watched him and his mates play a game of football; it was the most beautiful display of testosterone her eyes ever bore witness to. There he was, playing a brutal no holds barred game of football in a torrential downpour, covered in mud from his head and all the way down his shirt all the while smiling like a Cheshire cat and having the time of his life. 
And when he scored the winning goal for his side, he tore off his shirt and pumped his fists into the air like he had just won the world cup; the image of him soaked and shirtless branded itself into Rose’s brain and only served to deepen her intense attraction towards him. After he and his mates disappeared into the locker room, Rose made the decision to wait for him and confront him with the truth of how she felt about him.
Fifteen minutes passed and like a herd of bulls, his best mates stampeded out of the locker room pushing each other around in the narrow hallway until only she and Nate remained in the dark hall. Rose cursed in her head, up close he was even more beautiful. He had perfectly sculpted cheekbones, pristine, crystalline blue eyes that glimmered even in the dark hallway, and lips that just begged to be kissed. And now here came the hard part, making small talk in order to break the ice.
"I was watching you and your mates play footie out on the field." Rose said softly.
Nate nodded wordlessly in a nonchalant manner hoping to come off looking like it didn’t matter much to him but in reality knowing Rose was watching him made him put on the pressure. He wanted to make himself look like a fucking superstar in order to impress her, and he prayed that he made an impression on the girl of his dreams.
"You were, weren’t you? Had nothing better to do with your time?" Nate asked brusquely. Rose responded with a small but earnest nod of the head and Nate’s insides turned to Jello when a broad smile appeared on her face; goddamn it she was adorable. Keep it together, keep it together, keep it together, Nate repeated to himself as he tried not to gaze longingly at her lips. Then, the most shocking thing happened…Rose had made her way well into his personal space and was now fiddling nervously with the buttons on his shirt and despite trying to control his response, his brain sent shivers all the way down his body.
"You were the best player on the team and I thought you looked so sexy controlling the ball so well with your feet. You look amazing without a shirt on." Rose cooed.
The corner of Nate’s lips tugged into a confident smirk.
"So, you want to be my cheerleader then? It comes with snogging privileges." Nate chuckled.
"Can I take advantage of my privileges now?" Rose asked impatiently.
Rose’s wish was granted as Nate pressed her body against the wall behind her and took her mouth with his in unbridled passion. Rose buried her nails deep into his back and whimpered softly when Nate broke away from her mouth and suckled on her neck. God she tasted like heaven on earth and having her tongue jammed down his throat gave him so much satisfaction that if he were to die tomorrow, he’d certainly would die happy. 
It would take the jaws of life in order to separate them now…Or one of Rose’s snobby, and all too nosy friends who couldn’t leave well enough alone.
"Rose, what the fuck are you doing?!"
And with one eye witness confirmation, the noxious rumour mill had begun to crank out its usual bullshit, but in the long run, Rose was thrilled. With one snog with Nate, she had begun her rebellion.

OH I love this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

doctorandroseinatardis:

doortotomorrow:

AU - High School - Her friends wanted to gut him like a fish, her mother and the rest of the parent-teacher council made him out to be a public menace, and his best mates reminded him on a constant basis that Rose Marion Tyler was miles out of his league, but regardless of whatever anyone said, Nate had a raging crush on her that wouldn’t quit.

She was unbelievably beautiful, sexy, and better looking than any of the women he saw on TV. Her smile left him winded every single goddamned time she passed by him in the halls, and his feral heart ached to be her fantasy man. It wasn’t like him to get so worked up, and more often than not, he was utterly spooked by the perplexing way Rose Tyler made him act. 

He made a genuine effort to take part in class activities like talent shows and the like for the sake of being in her company, albeit he still didn’t take any of it too seriously. Anyway, it didn’t matter how much he put his beak to the grindstone, nothing he did was worth shit in the eyes of his father whom he immensely despised. So here he was, living with a deadbeat dad, barely scraping by on his piss poor grades, and harbouring an overpowering crush on someone who’d never even want to bother looking at him. Nate’s life fucking sucked.

Or so he thought.

It had initially started out like an itch that nagged the back of her leg, but soon it had blossomed into a burning rash; she was looking for something, anything to help her rebel against her squeaky clean image. Fortunately such chance presented itself when she fell head over heels in love with Nate, and if she dated him, it would be the perfect escape from her boring life. 

He was so fucking fit, and how did Rose manage to reach this conclusion? She sat in the stands after school on a sweltering, hot day and watched him and his mates play a game of football; it was the most beautiful display of testosterone her eyes ever bore witness to. There he was, playing a brutal no holds barred game of football in a torrential downpour, covered in mud from his head and all the way down his shirt all the while smiling like a Cheshire cat and having the time of his life. 

And when he scored the winning goal for his side, he tore off his shirt and pumped his fists into the air like he had just won the world cup; the image of him soaked and shirtless branded itself into Rose’s brain and only served to deepen her intense attraction towards him. After he and his mates disappeared into the locker room, Rose made the decision to wait for him and confront him with the truth of how she felt about him.

Fifteen minutes passed and like a herd of bulls, his best mates stampeded out of the locker room pushing each other around in the narrow hallway until only she and Nate remained in the dark hall. Rose cursed in her head, up close he was even more beautiful. He had perfectly sculpted cheekbones, pristine, crystalline blue eyes that glimmered even in the dark hallway, and lips that just begged to be kissed. And now here came the hard part, making small talk in order to break the ice.

"I was watching you and your mates play footie out on the field." Rose said softly.

Nate nodded wordlessly in a nonchalant manner hoping to come off looking like it didn’t matter much to him but in reality knowing Rose was watching him made him put on the pressure. He wanted to make himself look like a fucking superstar in order to impress her, and he prayed that he made an impression on the girl of his dreams.

"You were, weren’t you? Had nothing better to do with your time?" Nate asked brusquely. Rose responded with a small but earnest nod of the head and Nate’s insides turned to Jello when a broad smile appeared on her face; goddamn it she was adorable. Keep it together, keep it together, keep it together, Nate repeated to himself as he tried not to gaze longingly at her lips. Then, the most shocking thing happened…Rose had made her way well into his personal space and was now fiddling nervously with the buttons on his shirt and despite trying to control his response, his brain sent shivers all the way down his body.

"You were the best player on the team and I thought you looked so sexy controlling the ball so well with your feet. You look amazing without a shirt on." Rose cooed.

The corner of Nate’s lips tugged into a confident smirk.

"So, you want to be my cheerleader then? It comes with snogging privileges." Nate chuckled.

"Can I take advantage of my privileges now?" Rose asked impatiently.

Rose’s wish was granted as Nate pressed her body against the wall behind her and took her mouth with his in unbridled passion. Rose buried her nails deep into his back and whimpered softly when Nate broke away from her mouth and suckled on her neck. God she tasted like heaven on earth and having her tongue jammed down his throat gave him so much satisfaction that if he were to die tomorrow, he’d certainly would die happy. 

It would take the jaws of life in order to separate them now…Or one of Rose’s snobby, and all too nosy friends who couldn’t leave well enough alone.

"Rose, what the fuck are you doing?!"

And with one eye witness confirmation, the noxious rumour mill had begun to crank out its usual bullshit, but in the long run, Rose was thrilled. With one snog with Nate, she had begun her rebellion.

OH I love this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


highgaarden:


She remembers a time when things were different, when she could step into her house (her own home) without having to worry if she’s remembered to lock the door behind her; when she could walk to school without having to strain her ears for another set of footsteps shadowing her.
Usually (as of late, anyway) she’d never be hanging around the park at dusk; she’d be curled on her windowsill, eyes on the shadows dancing across her drawn curtains. Waiting.
Hiding.
Today, she decides, she wants to be found. With the blood-red sun hanging low in the distance and her nails jagged from all her nervous biting, she waits. The toes of her boots scuff the rough sand beneath her feet as she lets the wind push the swing lightly to and fro—until she realizes it’s no ordinary wind.
Klaus stands before her, his casual stance and long-sleeved Henley masking the hum of danger that always seems to charge the air around him. He runs a cold finger down her cheek, but before she can slap it away he’s already seated in the swing next to her.
"Not safely tucked in bed, Caroline?"
She doesn’t answer, and he lets out a breath of a chuckle. “They say it’s going to snow sometime this week.”
She grits her teeth, doesn’t want to talk to him; definitely doesn’t want to discuss the weather. Klaus is looking at her, almost mockingly, so she decides to just ask him: “What’s wrong with Tyler?”
"Nothing I can’t fix." And then he smiles, a smile that chills her fingers and dries her mouth. She wraps her hands tighter around the rusty chains, stilling them. She wants to ask him what that means, but one look at Klaus tells her he’s not going to humor her for much longer. "Is he going to get better?"
She doesn’t mean for her voice to sound so soft, but it does.
There’s a pulse in Klaus’s jaw as he watches her, watches as her lips come dangerously close to trembling and how she’s holding herself together (like she’s falling apart, tearing at the seams) and he abruptly unfolds himself from the swing. He’s moving smoothly; no creaks and most certainly no fumbles. A thousand years of patience and skill wrapped around one movement. “Only time will tell, sweetheart.”
He’s tilting his face downwards, closer and closer—her breath hitches when she realizes they’re nose to nose.
"Do you remember everything I told you, the night of the ball?"
She nods, the hair on the back of her neck standing up when her skin brushes against his. “Y-yes.”
"Good." He straightens up, stretches lazily. "The world’s going to need some of that light after I’m done with him."
Klaus looks up at the setting sun and with one breath, blows it out.

fic / fanmix

highgaarden:

She remembers a time when things were different, when she could step into her house (her own home) without having to worry if she’s remembered to lock the door behind her; when she could walk to school without having to strain her ears for another set of footsteps shadowing her.

Usually (as of late, anyway) she’d never be hanging around the park at dusk; she’d be curled on her windowsill, eyes on the shadows dancing across her drawn curtains. Waiting.

Hiding.

Today, she decides, she wants to be found. With the blood-red sun hanging low in the distance and her nails jagged from all her nervous biting, she waits. The toes of her boots scuff the rough sand beneath her feet as she lets the wind push the swing lightly to and fro—until she realizes it’s no ordinary wind.

Klaus stands before her, his casual stance and long-sleeved Henley masking the hum of danger that always seems to charge the air around him. He runs a cold finger down her cheek, but before she can slap it away he’s already seated in the swing next to her.

"Not safely tucked in bed, Caroline?"

She doesn’t answer, and he lets out a breath of a chuckle. “They say it’s going to snow sometime this week.”

She grits her teeth, doesn’t want to talk to him; definitely doesn’t want to discuss the weather. Klaus is looking at her, almost mockingly, so she decides to just ask him: “What’s wrong with Tyler?”

"Nothing I can’t fix." And then he smiles, a smile that chills her fingers and dries her mouth. She wraps her hands tighter around the rusty chains, stilling them. She wants to ask him what that means, but one look at Klaus tells her he’s not going to humor her for much longer. "Is he going to get better?"

She doesn’t mean for her voice to sound so soft, but it does.

There’s a pulse in Klaus’s jaw as he watches her, watches as her lips come dangerously close to trembling and how she’s holding herself together (like she’s falling apart, tearing at the seams) and he abruptly unfolds himself from the swing. He’s moving smoothly; no creaks and most certainly no fumbles. A thousand years of patience and skill wrapped around one movement. “Only time will tell, sweetheart.”

He’s tilting his face downwards, closer and closer—her breath hitches when she realizes they’re nose to nose.

"Do you remember everything I told you, the night of the ball?"

She nods, the hair on the back of her neck standing up when her skin brushes against his. “Y-yes.”

"Good." He straightens up, stretches lazily. "The world’s going to need some of that light after I’m done with him."

Klaus looks up at the setting sun and with one breath, blows it out.

fic / fanmix


SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS, Part V | Olicity Fic, AU

fadingtales:

Summary: Oliver gets knocked out during a mission and wakes up to an alternate life where he was never on the island. In the real world, Felicity struggles to put together the disturbing puzzle pieces of the events leading up to Oliver’s strange disappearance. Takes place sometime in season 2.

Read it on FF.NET or AO3

Bonus: playlist

Part V

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Anonymous asked: "Stiles awkwardly explaining why he can't sleep over at Lydia's becuaee he needs his pillow"

stydia-fanfiction:

You’re so lucky because the person who wrote this made is so cute and fluffy and sexy. Damn…I really need to see Stiles without a shirt now. [x]


his-beloved-mrs-mikaelson:

Klaroline AU. {Caroline is a witch and Klaus is the devilish creature evoked by her to make him help her in saving her friends’ life. To pay her debt, she’s forced in turn to help him taking his revenge over the witches who imprisoned him many centuries ago…}
Waiting for the second chapter, here a very little (and still un-beta’d) sneak peek…

“What is it the last thing you remember, before being imprisoned? Where were you?”
“Oh, I’ve been in many places, especially after the curse. Rome, Egypt, Greece…” His eyes seemed lost in a distant place, as he tried to capture what was probably the fragment of a memory. “But I was born in Britannia, in a village lucky enough to be hidden in a difficult terrain, which allowed us to stay as far away as possible from the Roman depredations.”
She pretended that all his historical background wasn’t that interesting. “Wow, so you’re pretty ancient.”
He smirked. “And you’re saying that, because…?”
“As I just said, it’s 2014. So that makes you something like two thousand years old”, she replied, failing to completely hide the awe. I’m taking to a damned fossil, she found herself thinking.

In the meantime, you could re-read the first chapter of Danse Macabre here. :)

his-beloved-mrs-mikaelson:

Klaroline AU. {Caroline is a witch and Klaus is the devilish creature evoked by her to make him help her in saving her friends’ life. To pay her debt, she’s forced in turn to help him taking his revenge over the witches who imprisoned him many centuries ago…}

Waiting for the second chapter, here a very little (and still un-beta’d) sneak peek…

“What is it the last thing you remember, before being imprisoned? Where were you?”

“Oh, I’ve been in many places, especially after the curse. Rome, Egypt, Greece…” His eyes seemed lost in a distant place, as he tried to capture what was probably the fragment of a memory. “But I was born in Britannia, in a village lucky enough to be hidden in a difficult terrain, which allowed us to stay as far away as possible from the Roman depredations.”

She pretended that all his historical background wasn’t that interesting. “Wow, so you’re pretty ancient.”

He smirked. “And you’re saying that, because…?”

“As I just said, it’s 2014. So that makes you something like two thousand years old”, she replied, failing to completely hide the awe. I’m taking to a damned fossil, she found herself thinking.

In the meantime, you could re-read the first chapter of Danse Macabre here. :)


nfinneman:

Cover request from the super talented Jess for her new, already amazing, fic, “The Devil’s Backbone”
"With the race on for the cure, some will fall, some will rise, and some will go insane. Friendships end and new ones spark as secrets are revealed and what some believe to be the truth will turn out to be nothing but lies. While others may discover that they’re not as different as they had believed. But will it matter if there is no world left? Set after 4x09."
The first part has been posted already and I already love it. Jess is the author of another one of my all-time favorites, “Wicked Schemes”, so I know this one is just going to be fantastic!
So, get on this one, folks. You don’t want to miss it. :)

nfinneman:

Cover request from the super talented Jess for her new, already amazing, fic, “The Devil’s Backbone

"With the race on for the cure, some will fall, some will rise, and some will go insane. Friendships end and new ones spark as secrets are revealed and what some believe to be the truth will turn out to be nothing but lies. While others may discover that they’re not as different as they had believed. But will it matter if there is no world left? Set after 4x09."

The first part has been posted already and I already love it. Jess is the author of another one of my all-time favorites, “Wicked Schemes”, so I know this one is just going to be fantastic!

So, get on this one, folks. You don’t want to miss it. :)


entitled; How I Met Yousummary; “Go home.” Luke sheaths his blade and looks at his sister with hard eyes.”You can’t save all the haints, Christie.” She laughs at that. She wasn’t trying to save anybody. She was trying to keep peace.rating; PGdisclaimer; I figured that until we got something on how they came to be Defiance’s “power couple” or whatever, why not theorize ourselves? Probably will turn into a mulit- chapter one shots about all the way they could have met.

entitled; How I Met You
summary; “Go home.” Luke sheaths his blade and looks at his sister with hard eyes.”You can’t save all the haints, Christie.” She laughs at that. She wasn’t trying to save anybody. She was trying to keep peace.
rating; PG
disclaimer; I figured that until we got something on how they came to be Defiance’s “power couple” or whatever, why not theorize ourselves? Probably will turn into a mulit- chapter one shots about all the way they could have met.