The Originals Preferences

#36 He Tells You He Likes You

Klaus: "So," he shyly says at your doorstep, looking down and putting a hand on the back of his neck. "So," you repeat, just as shy as him, looking away. "I had a really good time tonight," he finally looks up to see your eyes. "Yeah, me too," you smile, getting lost in his blue eyes. "I hope we can do it again?", he said, sounding more like a question, as if he was asking for permission. "Yeah, sure! I'd love that," you rapidly answer. "Great," he says, suddenly gaining confidence and coming closer, "Because I really like you," he presses his lips against yours; your first kiss.

Elijah: "I don't understand why you're so angry, Elijah!", you yell, storming off of the club. "He was flirting with you!", he yells back, following you. "I don't see the problem with that! I'm single and it makes me feel desired!", you say, "It's not like I was going to bed with him!". "But what if you did?!", he asks and you shrug. "That's the problem!", he says "I can't stand thinking of you with anyone but me! I can't think of you going to bed, kissing, or, for God's sake, even hugging anyone but me!," he starts stepping closer and closer to you, carefully watching your reaction, "I-I really like you, (Y/N)," he says smiling, evolving his arms around your waist. "I like you too," you whisper, putting your arms around his neck and connecting your lips.

Marcel: "I don't know what I'm doing wrong," you sob on Marcel's chest, "It feels like I ruin every single relationship I have!". "Hey, you've never, and never will, ruin our relationship," he says gently. "I know, and that's why I love you; you'll never leave," you smile through your tears and he sighs at your words. "(Y/N)," he whispers, "I like you,". "I know, Marcel, and I like you too," you chuckle and he sighs again. "No, (Y/N)," he says, a little louder this time, and pulling your head out of his chest so he can look directly in your eyes as he says the next words, "I really like you, as more than a friend,". At first, your shocked, but, then, you smile, realizing no other person could love you as much as he did; and you couldn't love anyone like you loved him. "I really like you too," you whispered back; words that began a beautiful relationship.

Vincent: : Vincent sighs and puts his arm comfortably over your shoulder as the two of you walk down the snow covered pavement. You smile at the ground, trying your best to hide that fact that everytime you touched your heart would start to beat faster and harder as if it were trying to escape the confined of your chest and your thoughts became fuzzy and distracted by the tiny shock sent throughout your body. Despite the stereotypical side effects of having a huge crush on someone, it was hard for you to imagine anyone else feeling the way you do about Vincent. "Snow is so cold," Vincent points out as the snow and ice chrushes under your feet. "Hmm, I've never really noticed that," you laugh, smirking at him. He stops suddenly in the pre-made footprints ahead of you, bends down, and picks up a small pile of snow with his hands. As he forms the snow into a ball, Vincent looks back up at you, a mischievous smile spead across his face and his feirce eyes looking into yours as you shake you head at him warningly. 'Vincent–!" you shout, half laughing, as he throws the ball at you. Vincent laughs as the snow hits your shoulder. "Cold?" he smiles cheekily. Swiftly, you reach down and pick up a handful of the white snow and fling it at the laughing sassmaster, not even bothering to turn it into a ball. It hits his chest. Your faces are red from both laughting and the crisp breeze rushing aimlessly along your skin. Vincent takes a step towards you, and resting his arms on your shoulders, pulls you into a hug. "This is why I like you so much," Vincent says, pulling away and looking into your eyes with a smile, "You love having stupid fun like this." You laugh again, a big smile matching his, heart pounding as you let out a sigh of pure releif as the cheeky guy confirms the mutuality of the way you feel about him.

Josh: The tv in the corner has the volume turned down low and is currently the only source of light for the room. You sit in the dimly lit living room of Josh's apartment with your feet rested up on the coffee table in front of the large couch where you are lounging comfortably under a blanket. Josh is sprawled along nearly the entire sofa, his head resting on your lap and his feet hanging off the edge. Neither of you are paying much attention to the the screen of the muted television. Conversation had drifted to a halt after an overly exhausted Josh began to fall in and out of sleep. To keep yourself entertained, you began to play with the vast amount of hair spiraling out of Josh's flawless head. You did not mind just sitting there while Josh relaxed and caught up on some much needed rest, any time speant with him, whether he was conscious or not, was well worth it. Well, at least that's what you thought. Over the past couple of months, you and Josh had been spending quite a lot of time together and you had developed a pretty big crush on the guy. Before you met, whenever you would see him, you wanted nothing more than to get into those sagging pants of his. But now that you had the real thing, now that you were actually able to talk and touch him, you wanted to be with him all the time. But of course getting in his pants would be pretty fucking amazing, but you had other things on your mind.. like dating or something. You continued playing with the thick fringe framing Josh's face, braiding little peices and then combing them out with your fingers. "I really like when you play with my hair," you heard Josh mumble. You looked down to find him with his mouth closed, lips turned upward slightly into a smile. "That's the only reason you like me, Josh," you say jokingly as he sits up, setting his feet next to yours on the table and putting his arm around you. "Oh, I can think of loads of reasons why I like you," he smiles, leaning in to place a small kiss upon your cheek.

Jackson: A wave of insecurity and annoyance rushes through you as see Jackson talking to the attractive, blonde casheer of the coffee shop where the two of you had decided to stop and get a drink. The casheer was obviously flirting and Jackson was gently rubbing the dark stubble along his cheek, something he usually did subconsciously whenever he saw someone who he thought was attractive. You looked away as he tried to hand the blonde money for the drinks, but she just shook her head with a coy smile. You looked out the window of the store, thinking about how much you like the him and how much you hated the blonde flirting with him. You had thought that Jackson liked you too, at least he acted like it, what with being all affectionate and flirty. A couple minutes later, Jackson returned to the high top table where you were seated. Jackson set down the drinks and removed his leather jacket, hanging on the back of the chair where he then proceeded to sit right across from you. He takes a sip of his coffee but you just stare blanking at the white top of yours and hold the hot Styrofoam cup in between your hands. "You alright?" Jackson asks, raising a concerned eyebrow. "Yeah, I'm fine," you reply with a hint of unintended bitterness in the words. "Wait, no," you say, looking up into his tawny eyes, "I.. I just thought you liked me.." Jackson's arm fell lightly onto the table, reaching slightly towards you. You sigh, waiting for him to reply. "(Y/N), I do like you," he began, eyes wide and filled with apology, "I like you a lot. To be honest, I have never had feelings for anyone like I have for you, I didn't really know what to say or do.." You bite you lip, trying to contain the goofy smile that has just appeared on your face. You drag your finger along his wrist, then his palm and grab his hand, intertwining yout fingers with his.