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being a member of the mystic falls gang and having klaus fall in love with you and woo you (headcanons)

being a member of the mystic falls gang and having klaus mikaelson fall in love with you & woo you would include…

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klaus first noticed you at the homecoming party he threw at the lockwood mansion

"tyler, who's that girl standing over there with elena?"

"oh, that's y/n"

"y/n..."

he thought you were pulled right out of a magazine with your hair perfectly placed, your makeup to a tee and your dress hugging your curves, making you look exquisite

he was smitten and he hadn't even said 3 words to you

yet

he first spoke to you the night of caroline's birthday, when he had come to the forbes' household to heal caroline of her hybrid bite (which had been his fault)

"is there a problem?" he asked, a smirk on his lips

"well, let's see. you tried to use one of my friends to kill my best friend, so yeah, we have a problem. i don't like you"

"ouch. you barely know me, love"

"and i don't want to know you. so heal my friend and move along"

we've talked about klaus finding stubbornness to be quite endearing

so you know your disdain for him only reeled him in more

every interaction with him is the same

he's flirting like crazy

and you're just trying to get away from him

"seriously? you're at my favourite book store? i can't come here anymore"

"nonsense, sweetheart. this only means that we can carpool"

when you've chosen to buy 5 of the 10 books you were holding, klaus buys the ones you left behind and shows up at your doorstep with them in hand, and a smile

you want to slap that smug grin off his damn face

but you can't lie, it is a nice face

and there has always been something about him that's intrigued you like never before

but he's klaus mikaelson

the man's entire purpose for being in your town right now is so that he can torture all your friends and participate in ancient ass rituals

so you push those positive feelings for him that are starting to come to the surface back down

but then the man is showing up at your house with flowers when he hears that you've had a horrible day

he finds you working on your homework at the grille and brings you a coffee, knowing not to disturb you while you're in the zone

he invites you to the mikaelson ball, complete with a fancy ass ballgown

you put it on just to humour yourself

there's no way in hell you're really going

yeah right

but then you look at yourself in the mirror

damn

okay, what's the harm in going? all your friends are gonna be there anyways

you might as well just go and get some free drinks and hors-d'oeuvres out of it

you arrive

and your eyes lock with the blue eyes of a certain original hybrid

"y/n, you look stunning"

you spend the night dancing with him and you can't help but realize that your feelings of hatred are slowly turning into the exact opposite

the next morning you wake up to a bouquet of roses and a handwritten note from him, thanking you for your company

after the ball you begin to open up with klaus

when he shows up out of nowhere at the grille you actually agree to have a drink with him

and then you're there with him talking for hours about your childhood and the time you lost the second-grade spelling bee and cried

you hate to admit it but the more you spend time with klaus, the stronger your feelings are

he draws you one day and leaves the paper on your nightstand

when you get home you see the drawing and your jaw drops

his talent shook you to the core

and it was just another thing to love about him

yes, i said love

you've fallen in love with this man

the same man who you swore would never win you over with his dumb gifts and poetic words

but you can't help it

because you've seen the real him

and there is just so much to love

your friends aren't gonna like this

but then again

it's not their life

and they don't feel what you feel

~

a/n: literally on go mode right now. quick question, who's your favourite original and why? let me know🤪

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— Unknown

Hangman: You know what I’ve realized?  Rooster: Some thoughts are better left unsaid?  Hangman: Nice try, anyways-

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My Sunshine

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: break ups, soft!Jake, alcohol and the consumption of, a few tears, drunk!birthdayboy!Bob and reader are besties, mentions of throwing up. 

Word Count: 3.4k

Author’s Note: I said I was gonna be normal after I saw the movie and yet, here we are // not gonna lie, hangman >> rooster (I said what I said bye.) 

—- 

“Love me a woman in yellow,” the man calls, leaning on the counter. You glance over your shoulder to see who it is, ignoring his comment. “C’mon sweetheart, you’ve got my attention, do something with it before I die over here.” He says, a hand over his chest to emphasize his impending death.  

“If I look up arrogant in the dictionary, will I find a photo of you, Jake ?” You turn to face him, wiping down the spot next to him. He smiles at you. 

Hangman’s favourite pastime was bugging you. 

You’d been in San Diego since the end of April, your parents sending you down to spend the summer with your grandparents. Instead of relying on them for everything and to avoid spending the whole summer with grandfather and his war facts or your grandmother and her garden, you opted to find a job. 

Penny was more than happy to have the help, especially during the evening rush. You worked most afternoons, the occasional weekend in between. That’s where you met Hangman, or Jake as you call him. 

“If you’re not gonna love on me, can a guy at least get a beer, sunshine ?” he calls, the new nickname catching your attention. 

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