Person A: “How The Hell Are You Still Alive?”

tomura likes to just watch you. in a creepy but also not so creepy way.

and it doesn't have to be anything special, he's perfectly okay just watching you write something down for your classes or you scrolling on your phone or something and he'd be perfectly fine just looking at you from your bed. although he usually prefers hogging your work chair because it accommodates the nasty slouch i just know he has.

one leg crossed and even his head resting on his fist as he almost admires you. he doesn't look particularly pleased, but trust me he is. there's just something so intriguing about you just being you to him. and he won't say anything either, never expect him to. not even if you stare at him excepting a response he'll just look right back. unblinking. at most after an intense little staring session he'll croak out a "..what ?" and if you ask him what he's looking at he'll just shrug, tell you to "just keeping doing whatever you we're doing just now." and keep staring like a creepazoid.

when you have an itch on your back, you flop down on top of him and whine about the itch, writhing like a dog trying to scratch your back against him, begging him for help. he pulls a face, reels his hands back as you squirm, “why must you come to me with such demands? are you not a whole grown adult?”

“because you scratch my back the best,” you whimper. “please?”

he clicks his tongue and puts his phone to the side, “i totally wasn’t in the middle of anything, it’s fine, sure,” he grumbles, but ultimately, he lowers his hand to indeed, scratch your back, hands coming under your shirt to gently, barely, dig his nails in to quell the sensation, listening to your directions of ‘up, left, little lower.’ you mewl and relax against him as he hits the spot giving you the most trouble, and you hear him sigh.

“you’re literally like an animal,” he mutters, but you hear the smirk in his voice.

“woof,” you offer him, stretching happily as the hand scratching your back slowly stops, leaving his thumb to gently smooth over the now warm skin.

“and for the record, i shouldn’t just be the best one who scratches your back- i’d better be the only one.”

you smile and nod, not making a move to get up as his other arm rests on your back, using you as a prop to keep his phone in his hands. he doesn’t say anything, merely keeping one hand to smooth up and down your back, the other thumbing through his phone as you slowly feel your eyes grow heavy from the soft touch and the love in the air.

Meanwhile in Korea's military...

The idols are "serving," honey 😆

Kate: I've just... murdered a guy!

Yelena: Naw... when it's an accident, it's called manslaughter.

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I need people to understand that I want more scary Stiles Stilinski. I'm feral for this little sopping wet cat of a man whom everyone underestimates until he goes from 0 to 100. One second he's being a little damsel in distress but then one of his friends gets hurt and suddenly he stands in a field of gore cackling at the sky because the bloodlust has driven him nearly insane. Bonus points if Derek is there and matches his freak.

Continued from [ X ] @lordofthestrix

Just the way that this man spoke was incredibly amusing for Katherine. She had only ever had a brief taste of high society at best, a little socialite under the Mikaelson wing, and he really embodied her entire experience with them. More so that Elijah, even. It must be his cadence, it differed from the suited original's.

More dramatic, which makes sense, considering he collects tales apparently. And he spoke of the tale of Katerina Petrova like it was one of his favourite bed time stories of all time.

She cant help the very subtle smirk that crosses her features as he speaks of his enjoyment regarding the rumours of her. It's always nice to meet a fan after all. Especially one that hates Klaus. It sounds like almost as much as she does.

The smirk only grows wider as he goes on. Finally an older vampire that recognizes just how bad ass she is. God how it must have stung for Klaus to know that a human girl outsmarted him and completely derailed his ritual plans by turning herself. Katherine is honestly the best.

Still she remained quiet as he spoke, she could interrupt, but she was being praised so why stop a good thing when she could listen to it for hours? Another little part of it was she was and always will be partially in that little peasant girl mindset. Quiet at a table of her betters, it wasn't something Katherine actively noticed, if she did she would put a stop to it right away. However she was rarely in a situation like this, with someone she didnt see herself equal or superior to. He probably noticed, but she didn't. Remaining quiet till she was directly prompted for an answer.

"Well I've got to admit, in all my years of being treated, your reasoning truly beats whatever shallow reasons men have had in the past." She gave him a little wink just to solidify her thinly hidded insinuation of their motives.

Speaking of the suit, she is not quick enough to hide the raise in her brows upon hearing his sire. Katherine leaned forward resting her forearms on the table, intrigued, a smile on her lips born of surprise and interest.

"You are Elijahs first sire...?" Realistically, she knew Elijah must have Sired a lot of vampires, a thousand years is a long time and all of them came from one of the 5..6....28 Mikaelsons right? Still it was so weird to think about. What was so special about this man that Elijah thought he deserved eternity...?

Riding the high of new and incredibly interesting information, Katherine smiled at the waitress, and addressed her with the same confidence she had walked in with.

"Blackened alligator, roasted red potatoes, and a glass of B plus."

It was wine, but given that this was a vampire themed cafe, they had clever names for everything. Plus she really liked Sangria.

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