#like when andrew stops being a dick for once
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⠀ ⠀ MOTH TO A FLAME !
ELLIE WILLIAMS ⠀⸝⸝ but does he know the reasons that you cry? or tell me does he know where your heart lies? where it truly lies. ⸝⸝
˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ warnings. +18 content, best friend!ellie x fem!reader, mention of sex with a man, reader is dating a man for the first few paragraphs but they break up soon in the fic, kind of emotional cheating tho, dealer!ellie + mention of usage of weed, reader checking out ellie all the time, it's hinted ellie masturbated thinking about reader and reader did too, ellie's actually kind of a loser lesbian but with a tough facade, idk if there's something more. 4.5k WORDS.
˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ vi's sticky note. so... i was watching tiktok and this appeared, some tiktok fake scenarios also helped me. this took me forever and i pretty much hate how rushed is.
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IT DIDN'T FELT RIGHT, it didn't felt right how his hands roamed through the valley of your hips or how his lips sucked the skin in your neck, leaving soft reddish marks. It didn't felt right how his knee started to make space between your bare legs. It didn't felt right because he wasn't her and just that thought made your heart soak in guilt because he was actually everything you wished once.
Andrew was the type of guy Disney movies showed, with pearly white teeth hiding behind a cute smile, eyes that looked at you with burning adoration and desire, gentle with you and your wishes, the type of guy you would want to bring to your parents house and your friends adore but he was not the type of guy you wanted anymore. Because you didn't want Disney's pretty prince, maybe you wanted your hot lesbian best friend.
Fuck.
"Andrew... can we stop?" your voice coming out almost silent, "i'm not feeling well today," your lips forming a twisted smile as you pushed his shoulders and weight away from your body slightly.
"Oh, sorry, baby," his eyes opening in surprise as he got away, sitting next to your body only covered by your underwear, "i was doing something you didn't like?"
"Oh, no," liar, "it's not that," you were being such a liar. I mean, he was not that horrible at sex and the first times you didn't mind it until Ellie got a stupid girlfriend and your mind kept thinking about how she fucked her when your boyfriend was on top of you, trying to find his way to your inside. Your mind kept thinking about how well she could fuck you with a fake dick, probably better than your own boyfriend.
And you were tired of your own mind because well, you just knew Ellie saw you as her best friend and you should do the same, you had a boyfriend, why your heart wanted to run next to the freckled girl? why deep in your mind you felt you only started date Andrew as an attempt to stop looking at Ellie's lips when she spoke, to stop staring at her freckles longer than a normal friend would do. To stop your heart from racing as fast as a bird's one when she sang love songs looking directly at your eyes, feeling hers drowning in your soul and her essence crawling into your heart, invading it like a plague.
Your boyfriend hummed, stare lost at the back of the room, "it's just that... i feel something's wrong," he turned his head to look directly at you, "like you're not feeling us anymore," his words echoed in your brain, taking you by surprise, you knew Andrew avoided serious themes just like a kid. He had the bad habit of acting deaf towards problems, hiding them under the bed hoping they're gonna resolve by themselves.
You're not feeling us anymore, did you felt you both at some point? or were you just lying to yourself from the start?
"I've been tryin' to ignore it but i can't keep playing dumb," his voice started to escalate, sounding more desperate with every word he was saying, "where your heart truly lies? is it with me?"
"Andrew," you sighed, "what are you trying to-"
"Or with her?" his words kicked directly to your heart, your voice suddenly stuck at your throat, completely tangled around it making you unable to answer and incapable of lying to him and to you once again.
If like your lack of words and silence gave him the answer he nodded, getting up and sighing. Fixed his hair with his right hand as he roamed through his room, first looking for his clothes and dressing up with some basketball shorts and a white tee. For you, you just were frozen there, sitting with your legs crossed at the end of the king sized bed, your mind running as your prefrontal cortex screamed to you for unconsciously follow the insular and your feelings, telling you how dumb you are but... you couldn't help it.
"I like you but i'm not keep acting like i'm blind," he stood up in front of you, towering you, "i think is for the best to take a break until you find out how you really feel," he handed you your clothes and your hand grabbed them as you finally had the courage to face him, "i'm gonna let you change," he avoided your stare, walking towards the door and leaving you alone with yourself and your guilt.
You wish you felt bad, you wanted to feel something at least something minimum. Whatever it was, whether it was rage, sadness, loneliness, something, but you didn't, absolutely nothing. Well, there was something: relief, and that feeling just incremented the guilt in your heart, your almost perfect boyfriend basically broke up with you?
The boyfriend everyone adored but you.
You reached for your jeans, pulling out your phone from one of the back pockets, unlocking it, 1:00 𝐀𝐌. Not late enough yet.
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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀els 💌
can u pick me up?
please ellie, hurry up
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???
thought u were spending the night w ur lil bf
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just come pls
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is everything okay? im at a party at jesses place so gimme 15 mins
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You chuckled at how ironic it was that the first person you talked to after Andrew's words was the apple of discord between you two, but you didn't do it with intention, she was your best friend, the closest friend you had. Your safe place.
Without wasting time you dressed up and made sure you had everything in your bag, wanting to avoid having to go back to his place at least for tonight.
The buzz in the back of your black jeans making you instinctively pulling it out, hoping it was the auburn haired girl who texted you, when you turned on your phone the first notification that popped out was a 'im at the corner' from Ellie, as an answer you just left her in read, hurrying up to grab your bag and throwing it at your back, heading towards the door of the room. Your body stopped for a second at the frame of the wooden door, analyzing what you would say once you step out of your now ex boyfriend's room.
Just say goodbye and go you breathed, collecting yourself before opening the door, encountering the small living room and kitchen and Andrew sitting at the end of the white sofa, his eyes directly facing you once he realizes your presence.
"I'm leaving," your voice obviously awkward just like your words and your thumb pointing the front door at your left.
"Oh, someone's picking you?" you just nodded, preferring avoid more confrontation by bringing up Ellie was the one waiting for you outside his block.
And after some more awkward exchange of words and stares you left his apartment finally, making you sigh, liberating the air you were containing in your lungs.
'take ur time, dw, i almost got stopped by the police bc i thought something serious happened🙄 just that' Ellie texted again, chuckling at her message you opened the glass door of the pretty expensive block of apartments, looking for your best friend's black car. Her distinctive shitty -which she always denied- car finally entering on your sight.
You make your way to it, opening first the door of the backseat to throw your bag and at the end entering the passenger seat, being welcomed and hugged by the soft smell of weed mixed with Ellie's cologne, a familiar smell that made you feel blanketed and safe.
"Hi," you softly mumbled, kinda escaping her obvious stare.
"Hi?" Ellie repeated you, feeling in her voice how one of her eyebrow was lifted "just hi?"
"What you mean?" as you rested your head in the window of the car you could felt Ellie's body leaning closer to yours, driving your heart to the palm of your hand.
"You tell me," her minty breath skimming your ear and cheek, " since 'm not the one who called at fucking 1 am," her hand reaching your chin, fingertips caressing the edges of your jaw. Abruptly her fingers clenched around it, shivers traveling through your whole spine as your heart started to pound loudly. So loud you were scared Ellie could hear it and if she did, she didn't give a shit about it. The delicious strength she had on your jaw incremented, not to the point it hurted but to force you to look back at her, herr emerald gaze contemplating your face, scrutinizing your features just like she was searching a hint of what happened.
Ellie's scent was making hard to keep your mind focused on her eyes and not in the strands of hair lost in the front of her face or how her mouth was softly opened, the oxygen entering to her body through it instead of her nose. And, oh God, her nose, sparkled with some freckles that travelled from her right cheek to the left one, making it seems like a small constellation was drawn all over her face, one that expanded softly to her shoulders and chest covered with a white wife beater and a sage green flannel with the sleeves rolled up, her sleeve tattoo in sight to curious eyes like yours.
"You really drive me crazy," Ellie purred with a smirk on her lips, her warm breath hitting your face. Actions like that, like whispering next to your lips or examining your face and figure with a grin, made your stomach tangle in knots and your head dizzy, "you always expect me to run under your skirt when you call my name," her voice getting lower as her grip on your chin started to soft.
Fingers leaving it to roam to your neck, stopping their way in a reddish mark Andrew left there, Ellie's eyebrows furrowing slightly at the thought of his mouth touching you, "and i always do, so you have a point," her body getting away from yours and leaving you almost cold by the absent of her touch, she readjusted herself in the pilot sit and she just lied there, resting her head in her palm, looking at you with her corners of her mouth upturned like she was waiting for you to say something back, like she didn't leave you breathless and intoxicated in her.
"So..." you turned to the front, evading her stare again.
"So are you goin' to tell me what happened or what, because i know you didn't call me because little mister perfect was being the best boyfriend," she chuckled a bit, glancing at her phone screen, "not like he was either way tho."
You tilted your head, curious at what she could meant with that sentence, Ellie brushed it off shrugging her shoulders and whispering a whatever you barely heard. Her hands reaching the car's key, the motor of it making a loud sound.
"Andrew broke up with me," you spoke fastly, almost without spaces between words. Ellie froze, the grip in the wheel softening as her eyes looked at you with open eyes in surprise.
"Andrew?" incredulously repeated, "Andrew Andrew? Like... the tall guy who's basically a himbo? Your boyfriend?"
"Oh my god, yes, Ellie, Andrew, my now ex-boyfriend... and he's not a himbo," eyebrows quirked as you spoke, your arm playfully hitting her shoulder making her chuckle and lick her bottom lip.
"Can't blame me, i wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't know where the clit is... actually, does he?" a big smirk on her mouth and eyes now centered to get out of the place she was parked to drive you home, or honestly drive you wherever you want. Ellie would deny it every time, but you had her how you wanted, you asked and she delivered. That made her feel like a loser lesbian but maybe she was for you.
You couldn't say something back because you weren't sure if he knew, he should know, he's all grown up and fucked more girls than you can count with your hands' fingers. But you weren't sure because Andrew never gave you head -because he said he didn't like it- or even fingered you, he was just into fucking you with his dick.
Ellie's smirk transformed into a sweet smile when she glanced at you for a moment when you kept your mouth shut, one of her hands leaving the wheel to rest it on your thigh, her thumb rubbing it with endearment as the rest of her hand got lost in the inner of your thigh, your mind starting to get dizzy once again.
"I'm just fuckin' with ya, want to talk about what happened, babe?" Ellie had the bad habit of using pet names when she was trying to be sweet and understanding, completely clueless at how 'pretty', 'babe', 'angel' coming from her mouth made your heart -and core- feel.
"It's just... i don't know," you scratched your head, Ellie's gaze on you again.
"What about you start telling me what happened because sorry, but mister perfect was really down bad for you," her eyes rolled at her final words. Ellie never said she hated Andrew, she didn't love him either and she made it obvious with her sarcastic jokes and faked gags whenever he was around you with his arms around your waist or hips but you never thought she hated him, just more that she found him annoying just like she found almost every guy except Jesse and Joel.
"He said i wasn't sure of my feelings for him," your eyes trailing to the front, trying to ignore her hand caressing your clothed thigh or how she examined you with her eyes every now and then, trying to disguise the fact she was the whole reason why you weren't sure of your feelings from your ex boyfriend.
"And you are?"
"I think i've never been sure of my feelings for him," your hands starting to get sweaty from your fear of talking to much and say things you shouldn't.
Ellie hummed, "and why you dated him? He was handsome and shit but dude didn't have much else-"
"Because i liked someone else... and she would never give a shit about me in that way so i guess i thought dating a popular pretty guy would change my feelings, i guess it didn't" your voice interrupted Ellie's, you weren't sure of what you wanted to reach driving the conversation to this topic, maybe just free your chest from this heavy feeling you had been hiding for almost the start of your friendship with Ellie.
No, you couldn't make yourself speak more, you couldn't drop a 'i liked you and i still like you, Ellie' from your mouth.
"You never know, maybe you should try to make a move," Ellie tried to sound lighthearted but she could swore her heart skipped a few beats at your words. Her mind starting roam through her thoughts: what if it's me. There's no fucking way it's me. She just sees you as a friend, Ellie. Don't be delusional, it's probably another girl.
"Maybe," a giggle escaped your lips, just if she knew you were talking about her, "let's not talk about my ex boyfriend more, distract my mind, miss Ellie Williams," your voice sounding playful and your brows wiggling. Ellie was a tease but you could be more and drove Ellie crazy, most of the times making her hard to play it cool.
"Sorry, i don't fuck with girls who just got out of relationships," her green orbs looking directly at you, taking advantage of the stop, "and i don't fuck them either," eyes again locked at the road, the car accelerating at green and your heart about to combust at her words, you hated how easily she would drop shit like that, like it was nothing.
"Whatever, your loss," you rolled your eyes as Ellie's brows quirked at your phrase without looking at your direction, an entertained smile drew all over her lips, "where are we goin'?"
"You choose, Miss Daisy, i can drive you home or we can get something to eat and chit chat in a empty parking lot until the sun rises. Personally 'm starving."
"Something's even open?" your choice already settled without the need of more words.
Ellie's proposal wasn't something you were a stranger of, actually, you couldn't count how many times you both ended up in deserted parking lots with junk food and just the company of each other, specially if one of you was down or just after some party. Feeling like a whole eternity since the last time happened and not because of Ellie's fault but yours, you never distanced from your best friend, you just marked some... distance to try to get your mind off of her but there you were once again, your heart in the palm of your hand and your eyes trailing back and forth from her slim figure.
"There has to be."
A shared precooked meal and joint with Ellie felt like it was what you needed so everything felt right again. Your mind hazy, more than you expected to be when the auburn haired girl offered it to you, probably because you were the one who smoked the most, Ellie almost rejecting every time you handed her the burned paper, maybe she wasn't the most responsible but she was conscious she had to drive you and herself back home.
"I'm gonna have to pay for it?" your chin pointed to the cigarette butt resting in the small, handmade ashtray she had in the car.
Ellie side eyed, first looking at you and later where your chin was pointing. A cheeky grin portrayed on her face, "do you? maybe i would consider a pretty girl discount," her voice cocky, she was playing with you like she always did, "of course you don't have to pay, i offered it to you."
"You're such a loser for the pretty girl discount anyway," your shoulders shrugged, your friend's eyebrows knitted making an expression of the fuck you mean with that which you ignored, "kinda offensive you just hinted you wouldn't do a pretty girl discount for me."
It was kinda funny for her you said she was a loser for the pretty girl discount because until not long ago she kinda was, not like she invited every girl she dealed to but her pretty girl discounts were more of a you're really pretty to pay for my weed instead of a i would fuck you so you don't need to pay, so she stopped when she realized some girls misinterpreted her actions and also because even though you were really pretty to pay for her weed she would also fuck you. Of course she wouldn't say that out loud.
"You're so dramatic, god," her words making you lift one of the corners of your mouth but you didn't answer, enjoying the few cars passing by and the soft night light of the city that was mixed with the yellowish streetlights and the cold light of the moon and stars, her raspy voice breaking the silence, "i guess we're both single again.... aaaand we're arriving too."
You hummed to her last words, your mind more centered about the 'we're both single' part. You totally forgot for a moment Ellie and Cat broke up not long ago as well, you didn't know the exact reasons since when you asked she just said it wasn't really working, that Cat was nice and shit but she wasn't really what Ellie wanted and her words really caught you by surprise. As her best friend you knew Ellie was more of a quality time and gifts type of girl, but when you hangout with them and some more friends a few times them both didn't know how to keep their hands to themselves. Fingers locked, sweet cheek kisses, whispers at each other's ear with giggles Intercalated and fast lovely stares from Ellie's side that sometimes traveled to you but she quickly looked away when your eyes interlocked with jewel like eyes, so of course it caught you by surprise when she told Cat wasn't what she wanted.
"I guess so," you spoke with your eyes glued go the streets outside the car's window, the small block of apartments you lived in entering in your sight and almost every parking space occupied, which made Ellie pant, there was nothing she hated most than searching for a place to park. In the middle of the night. At fucking 3 am, "looks like your ex moved on pretty quick tho."
It was true, even though you were never close to Cat you both had a gentle relationship of acquaintances so it was no weird you followed each other on Instagram, making it impossible to not see the story she posted last night. Cat's waist wrapped by some cute masc's arm, the face of the unknown girl rested in her shoulder as the asian showed to the camera some shot she was taking at a party with blinking neon lights that could make you go blind and some cute love song usually related to the wlw community, the story basically screaming there was something going on between Cat and that other girl.
The freckled girl next to you couldn't help but chuckle at your words, your commentary catching her by surprise as she devised a free spot where she could park.
"Yeah... it's whatever, so have i," she brushed it off, more concentrated on parking -since she was a really careful driver- than how your eyes were blazing at the sight of her.
Of how her hands had a tight grip of the wheel, or how she bites her bottom lip in frustration when she was trying to get the car in the right angle. Your pupils started to roam to sinful places, or at least places you shouldn't be looking like her thighs hugged by her skinny jeans or wondering what she could hide being her pants and her top, even asking yourself if she ever wore a strap outside of the room, completely ecstatic at the thought of her hiding a plastic cock behind those really tight jeans. Your were knees getting weak and your fists clenching as an attempt to calm whatever Ellie was waking up by just... existing?
And of course you couldn't keep your mouth shut, you didn't know how to, more when you were high.
"Proof?" the words slipping your lips faster than your brain had the time to analyze them, the reflex of slapping your hand to your mouth almost automatic but it was too late, Ellie already heard you and if only you could hear her heart beating fast and her mind in panic all the fear that soaked your body would disappear in an instant. Ellie's eyes widened, her chill and playful facade falling apart for a few seconds which she quickly recovered hoping you didn't realize her moment of weakness.
With a dangerous smirk Ellie turned to look at you, her slightly dilated pupils looking up and down at you, "proof?" her voice cooed, her body inclinated to your direction, you gave her an opportunity and she was gonna take it without doubt, "proof would ruin our friendship," her face close to your own more than ever, her right hand leaving the wheel to touch your chin just like she did hours before but this time it was different. Her touch was edging sinful, intoxicating, the growing tension making you swallow with difficult as your thighs pressed together, and she noticed it, she finally catch up the effect she had on you and your body; she always knew she did something to you but never really stopped to think about it until that moment.
Her mind running through all the possibilities able to happen, how your body gave her the hint she could take you to the backseat and eat your heated cunt in that moment, just the thought making her own pussy wet and needy, almost impossible for her to contain the action of cup it over her jeans.
"And we don't want our friendship ruined, right, pretty?" her voice so sweet, so sugar coated, the pads of her fingers leaving your chin once again, just like before. It's not what she wanted, she wanted to eat you in every way possible, thinking about how good her lips would feel against your glossy ones, she was craving for you like you were but she didn't want it to happen that way.
She was scared. She didn't know if you could regret once the heated was gone, if you maybe just wanted Andrew out of your head, she didn't want her heart broke and she wanted you completely conscious and right on your mind. Fuck, behind her cocky smile and confident eyes she was shitting her pants.
But you wouldn't let it go like that.
"Wait!" your hand reaching and grabbing her wrist, "what do you mean?" a flirtatious smile on your lips without you realizing.
You were really making the game difficult to Ellie, if you continued acting like that she was gonna throw everything away and just do it, just surrender to her lustful feelings. And she was about to do it.
"Are you playing dumb or do you want me to be straight forward?" she said in an undertone.
"I want you... to show it if you wanna make this a lil' more interesting," your head tilting slightly with a flirty manner. You made your mind, you won't retreat this time, you didn't know if it was your own confidence or the weed you consumed that gave you the strength to not be scared, or at least not terrified.
Despite the fact Ellie's heart was about to jump out of her chest she did a really good job hiding it with her slick grin growing bigger, sated at your curiosity, at your need and he was gonna reward it... kinda.
You saw her face suddenly getting closer to yours, one of her hands placing now in the side of your thigh almost on your hip, squeezing it, and the other resting in back of your seat, helping her to maintain balance. Her lips ghosting over your own, making you unconsciously close your eyes, awaiting for her chapped warm lips finally pressed against you.
The sight of you with eyes closed, looking almost like an angel, and your lips parted made Ellie even more aroused, you looked so pretty like that and it was something only her could see in that moment, only for her.
To your surprise your glossy lips never met the warm of Ellie's but your ear did, a low chuckle before she spoke slowly and patiently, with such a provocative tone, "if you're that desperate for proof i can show you tomorrow, sweet girl," her lips skimming your earlobe so close to kissing it, your only response was almost a whimper, you couldn't wait.
"But-"
"Tomorrow," her tone demanding this time, "now go, it's really late."
It was late and Ellie's cunt was so heated, her boxers a mess, that she needed you out of her car so she could take care of it just like you needed too.
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Each other's fingers meeting your respective soaked cores, you thinking how full could Ellie make you feel and Ellie thinking how much she wanted to make you a mess of moans and whimper for her and her fingers, just the moon knowing your sinful actions.
#𔓘 vi's works. ꒱#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams tlou#ellie tlou#ellie x reader#ellie williams x you#ellie x fem reader#ellie williams#ellie the last of us#the last of us part 2
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So I had no idea who Andrew Dobson is and I ended up doing a deep dive that totally wasn’t about procrastinating my essay and jfc that one person with a blog dedicated to him needs a life. But I’m really confused about the whole thing. Cause some of the stuff they were mentioning did seem like real dick moves on his side but then next thing they’re actually criticising him for being anti-trump and… like is he a bad guy for the way he acted towards women occasionally or is he a bad guy cause he hates a rampant misogynist???
basically people hate(d) him because he was a bit of a jagoff who was kinda high on his own supply back when deviantart was really big -- he was sizably popular there as Tom Preston, and there used to be a pretty big cottage industry of deviantart celebrity "lolcows" with any decently sized following. most of the first lolcows (i hate this term lol) i was cognizant of as a youth were from deviantart. most of these people were also basically harmless, just "cringe," which is also where i'd put dobson. he was pretty obstinate and didnt take criticism well, especially early on. that + his more liberal beliefs made him an easy target.
the thing is it spiraled way out of control, and it got to a point where he was at the center of a nonstop surveillance and harassment cycle. it was typical lolcow troll methods -- he would continue his existing work and it'd be instantly posted to the chans or whatever for mockery, or he'd start a new venture and it'd die in the womb due to this hate following. a few years ago he just stopped posting entirely, which honestly is not surprising. he was clearly very paranoid, depressed and suicidal, which i probably would have been in his situation, and most lolcows naturally end up being.
and the thing is like.......people are still obsessed with him. which is incredibly bizarre because he's gone and has been gone for years, but also because his offenses are incredibly banal. oh wow a nerdy webcomic artist who came up on the early internet is smug and opinionated, call the FBI. as with most lolcows i think dobson's life story would be significantly more mundane if not for the fact that a contingent of weirdos became obsessed with him. and as with most lolcows as well, they project fiercely -- insistent that HE'S the weird one when he logged off ages ago and they STILL talk about him (even here -- there's like two active andrew dobson stalker diaries i think lol)
i would say the most morally dubious thing he did was draw like, inflation art of some of the azumanga daioh characters once? which that could have been as long as 20+ years ago and idek how young he would have been then. and let's be real they dont care about morals they just hate him bc he's Cringe. call is coming from inside the house etc
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StackedNatural Day 161: 5x19, 6x18, 9x19, 10x19
StackedNatural Masterpost: [x]
April 22, 2022
5x19: Hammer of the Gods
Written by: Andrew Dabb & Daniel Loflin
Directed by: Rick Bota
Original air date: April 22, 2010
Plot Synopsis:
The Winchesters are abducted by a group of renegade gods who want to use them as a bargaining tool to stop the apocalypse.
Features:
The Elysian Fields Hotel, an ominous concierge, the elephant in the room, a conference of Gods, Gabriel and Kali’s steamy past, Gabriel’s secret identity is revealed to a bunch of Gods, Gabriel is “killed” (for the second time, if I’m counting correctly), Gabriel is miraculously revived, Lucifer kills Ganesh & co, Gabriel is "killed” again and shows up in porn, the rings of the horsemen as keys, pestilence arriving.
My Thoughts:
We’re gonna make the blurbs short today because I have 4 episodes to get through.
I like this episode mainly for the last few scenes of it. Despite myself, and despite how much I hate Pellegrino in the late seasons, I think Lucifer is an extremely cool villain in season 5. There’s none of the unnecessary snark that Buckleming love to write in, just dispassionate cold fury. Super metal the way he put his hand through Baldur’s entire body. The scene between him and Gabriel is very strong writing, I love seeing the emotional stakes and it’s rare that we get that in a scene that doesn’t feature either brother.
I don’t love Dean calling a room full of people of colour animals, that sucks to watch, and it’s a bummer that the gods of other cultures are so much weaker than Lucifer. I wish there was a canon explanation for that, even if it was an American Gods style thing where they’re weaker in American because there isn’t as much active worship for them there.
Also, the pestilence scene is so gross I actually gagged. Bad to watch.
Notable Lines:
“I'll cut off your hands.” “Well then, people are gonna be asking, ‘Why are you guys running around with no hands?’"
“I see right through you, you know that? The smart-ass shell, the whole “I could give a crap” thing? Believe me, it takes one to know one.”
“Westerners, I swear. The sheer arrogance. You think you're the only ones on earth? You pillage and you butcher in your God's name.”
“Lucifer, you're my brother. And I love you. But you are a great big bag of dicks.”
“Damn right they're flawed. But a lot of them try. To do better, to forgive.”
“You learned all your tricks from me, little brother.”
Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 8.4
IMdB Rating: 9.1
6x18: Frontierland
Written by: Andrew Dabb & Daniel Loflin
Directed by: Guy Bee
Original air date: April 22, 2011
Plot Synopsis:
Castiel sends Sam and Dean back in time to 1861 to collect the ashes of a phoenix.
Features:
A classic cowboy showdown, Dean’s cowboy fetish, Cas’ dirty little secret, time travel shenanigans, Dean becoming Sheriff, Samuel Colt, Cas fisting Bobby’s soul, a package from the past.
My Thoughts:
SO much of this episode made me say “babygirl” out loud. I love Dean having so much fun getting to live his special interest. He spends the entire episode getting negged and it fully works, he throws his sarape away and buys a new coat and hat. The setting is well designed and I love the shift in the colour palette.
I really liked the exchange between the brothers when Dean found Colt’s journal, it’s nice to see them both being nerds about the same thing for once.
I was watching this with my brother-in-law and we were talking about how irrelevant the Eve plotline ends up being - in my head it’s to give the brothers something to do while Cas fights his war in Heaven, but Cas’ war in Heaven gets so little screentime in comparison. It’s definitely the thing I’m more excited about watching, although I do think if it had had more time dedicated to it than The Man Who Would Be King wouldn’t have hit as hard. They used to really make the angel deaths dramatic, and I appreciated that about this episode.
Here’s a Lyall (brother-in-law) quote: “It’s great for their budget, but you know, it would be nice if everything interesting wasn’t just a guy.”
Also, Andrew Dabb had a premonition of Jared Padalecki and Walker. Yikes.
Notable Lines:
“We'll ‘Star Trek IV’ this bitch.”
“Well, the answer to your question can best be expressed as a series of partial differential equations.”
“This here is, uh, Walker. He's a Texas Ranger.”
“I'll stay here, hook up with the posse. 'Cause you know me -- I'm a posse magnet. I mean, I love posse. Make that into a t-shirt.”
Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 8.9
IMdB Rating: 9.0
9x19: Alex Annie Alexis Ann
Written by: Robert Berens
Directed by: Stefan Pleszczynski
Original air date: April 22, 2014
Plot Synopsis:
Sheriff Mills calls Sam and Dean for help when she finds a young girl running from a vampire pack.
Features:
The Alex intro, Vampiric Stockholm Syndrome, Jody my beloved, woodchippering of bodies, honey trapping barflies for vampires, conceptions of motherhood,
My Thoughts:
I think I might have never seen this episode before? Which doesn’t make sense because I was watching religiously at this point in the series and I KNOW I saw the next episode in season 9 because it’s Bloodlines and I hated it. But I didn’t remember a single thing that was going to happen, and I was RIVETED.
I think every emotional beat between Jody and Alex hits really hard. I believe Alex’s whole arc, and I think Berens really has a nuanced understanding of her as a child of abuse. I love that Jody’s ability to connect with Alex on an emotional level, and to trust that she was worth saving, is what saved her life.
It’s a great contrast with Dean just brutally killing the vampire upstairs, showing how the Mark is controlling his ability to connect with his emotions.
I loved the directing too, especially how the shot of her bringing food to her brothers is mirrored by the shot of Jody killing her “mother”.
Notable Lines:
“Like she's somehow above it, like she's better than us 'cause she don't feed on people.” “She is better than you, dumbass.”
“What you've been through the last 48 alone, losing your entire family, everything you've ever known or loved – no one can understand that.” “You can.”
Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 9.9
IMdB Rating: 7.7
10x19: The Werther Project
Written by: Robert Berens
Directed by: Stefan Pleszczynski
Original air date: April 22, 2015
Plot Synopsis:
Sam looks for a magical box built by former Men of Letters, Magnus, hoping it will cure Dean, but is surprised by a deadly alarm system.
Features:
A house full of suicides, Sam and Rowena bargaining, Dean clearing a nest alone, a codex for the Book of the Damned, imaginary Benny, Men of Letters hubris, what happens in Purgatory stays in Purgatory.
My Thoughts:
Holy shit? I was expecting this to not be great because season 10 is a weaker season but. Whoa. Robert Berens/Stefan Pleszczynski dream team. Both this and the season 9 episode today were by them and they were both GREAT for me.
Often in this show the directing being decent means that I don’t notice it for better or for worse (and there are a lot of episodes that I notice it for worse - looking at you, Singer). This episode had some really really cool scenes, and awesome transitions that I just don’t expect from an episode of Supernatural that isn’t a season premiere or finale. A really subtle example is the scene when Dean appears in the car after Sam has just failed to get into the house. The framing of each shot paired with Sam’s reactions makes Dean look really intimidating and ominous, but once Sam establishes that Dean doesn’t know why he’s really here and his cover hasn’t been blown, it reverts to a neutral shot. The transitions back and forth between Dean in Purgatory and Dean in the house are so smooth I almost want to watch it again right now. And not to mention that when Dean appears in the basement to stop Sam dying, Rowena is only visible in the shots over Sam’s shoulder and not in the shots from Dean’s point of view. Delicious.
In terms of the writing, God. Berens might be my favourite writer right now. There’s none of this “A Plot and B Plot are so disconnected that they might as well be from different episodes” nonsense that happens a lot in the series. He does a beautiful job of setting up Witch Sam - it’s just a shame that the rest of the writers dropped the ball so hard in the rest of the late seasons. I’m obsessed with Dean hallucinating Benny while Sam hallucinates Rowena. Great for Deanbenny truthers and Samwena truthers.
The twist with Rowena being a hallucination is so well done, I truly didn’t realize it until she disappeared. I even wrote that she was a freak in this episode and didn’t question it.
Notable Lines:
“What's another human life to you? Anything’s worth it, as long as you two make it out alive.”
“This place you don’t have to go looking for a fight. All you have to do is be still for one moment, and that fight will come to you. That’s why you’re here, Dean. That’s the purity you crave – killing with no consequence.”
“You gonna get Sam and Cas to put you down? You really think that they’re gonna keep that agreement? Come on. Dean, let’s say they do. Do you think they will ever recover from that? It will ruin them.”
Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 9.9
IMdB Rating: 8.6
In Conclusion: Fun Stack that we had two Dabb/Loflin episodes and then two Berens/Pleszczynski episodes today - and they started decent and got better and better, imo.
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Every once in a while, I remember how funny it is that the Britcom stand-up streaming site NextUp has seven shows under its section called “Angry Acts”, and two of them are Michael Legge:
This sort of thing makes me want to watch/hear everything Michael Legge has ever done. Which I’ve not done, but I have heard those two NextUp specials, and they’re both excellent, up there with the best stand-up specials I’ve watched in the last couple of years. I cannot recommend them highly enough, if you happen to be the sort of person who will click on a category called “Angry Acts” because that’s likely to contain the sort of comedy you like.
The only other show on this list I’ve seen is Jen Brister’s Meaningless, which was also very good. I watched that one last year when I went on a binge watch of all the stand-up specials by queer women I could find, and that one was one of the best. I almost wrote “the best”, but I don’t think it quite beats Desiree Burch’s Unfuckable. Is it problematic to pit all the stand-up specials by queer women against each other so I can rank them? Probably. So forget I did that, they’re all good and worth watching. I mean, okay, not literally every stand-up special ever made by a queer woman is great. But the Jen Brister and Desiree Burch ones both are.
The other shows in that screenshot – the Jonathan Pie one has a premise that looked so interesting that I almost watched it, until I looked it up and saw Andrew Doyle of GB News was involved in it. So fuck that. I think I can’t watch a stand-up show by Bobby Mair, because he has to remain just “Harriet Kemsley’s husband” in my mind. That’s the feminist thing to do, right? Make sure there are at least a couple of male comedians whom I only know for being married to more successful female comedians, to make up for all the female comedians who’ve had to put up with being defined by their male comedian husbands. Bobby Mair and Gary Delaney, taking one for the team that way.
Anyway, I get my first proper pay cheque from my new job next week, and as soon as I have that, I’m going to buy Michael Legge’s audiobook off Bandcamp. I don’t know exactly what to expect from it, but I have found the description:
Michael Legge is a stand-up comedian and this collection of his writing from 2008 to 2020 is his way of apologising for inventing online anger and wrecking all our lives.
Stories of romance, success and bravery are not included. Instead of writing about how fun and exciting the life of a comedian is, he decided to tell the truth.
Join Michael as he tries hard to control his fury at absolutely everything in this selection of 15 of his favourite arguments (but probably not yours) from his archive, plus the brand-new short story Mister Err Gets Blocked.
And the Bandcamp descrption:
Hey, dicks! This is the audiobook version of Strawberries To Pigs. It might be the loudest audiobook ever recorded. And that includes My Megaphone Collection by Brian Blessed and I've Hurt My Knee by Robin Ince.
So I actually have a while before I need to pick a new long-running audio thing to get into. Because whatever turns out to be in that audiobook, I need to listen to it before I start anything else. His stand-up specials left me consistently impressed by the way he managed to not stop shouting for the entire hour or more; I kept expecting him to run out of steam and have to calm down for at least a little while, but he never did. I cannot wait to hear him keep up the shouting for the length of an entire audiobook.
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Tuesday: Therapy, Meeting a beautiful woman.
Another banger day. It was session 3 today, we discussed about my well-being and things that are needed to be changed, self-care and being unbothered by things that used to bother me once. I left trying to be concerned about someone who simply just doesn’t deserve it. My values and principles are different. You cannot and shouldn’t be concerned for a monkey who’s not your level. Pre-requisites are really very important. The last thing I would ever do now is to be with a woman who doesn’t have any class, character, integrity and moral values. You cannot form anything meaningful who can even become a pornstar, just for money and validation. So hungry for validation that now, being nude to the world can feed that validation. That woman is broken, I tried a lot but in the quest of caring for that monkey, I almost lost myself. Lesson leaned. Moved on. Nothing to do with such a person, she’s like fuck me, but favor me. That’s not my type. I won’t even consider fucking her, Idk what STD she is carrying around. Lol. Okay, I am not gonna contaminate my blog mentioning her, she don’t deserve even a mention. So let’s just stop here. Had Sphagetti bolognaise (chicken) and Iced Mocha Latte. Loved it, CBTL was my go to when I used to visit New Delhi, after Starbucks.
Then as an activity to make someone’s day happy and better, we went to sector 35, bought a couple of white and yellow roses and went to sector 17 where I had to buy the book by Peter Lynch - Beating the Market. There I saw a lovely lady, enjoying her ice-cream under a tree, I went to her like a gentleman, and gave her the roses. At first she was awestruck, and said “Is this a prank?” I assured her no, it isn’t and then she insisted me to sit and we spoke about each other. She introduced herself, and I myself. She said “What makes you making my day great, as an entrepreneur?, Why are you doing it?”, and I told her its just a gesture that I made someone happy. She was definitely happy. She is a professor, lecturer at JNU, Delhi. After a 10 min convo, I left, she didn’t want me to leave, idk why but I had to. I wasn’t looking for a connection, but just making her smile. Beautiful moment. She smiled huge and when I got up, I said “Please look around, there’s no camera around”. We both laughed and I left.
Drove back home, and now I am listening to the Valuetainment’s latest podcast episode with Andrew Tate and working alongside. Had a blast, today. Happy! So fucking happy! Next milestone after absolute healing is dating someone of my level. It sounds harsh, but that’s the reality of the world. I used to date people from a lower socio-economic background, but I had horrible experiences. They are all for money and especially chicks who are insecure inside, and need cocks from everyone around them. Just favor them. I have built a level of resilience where I see her hanging on to a guy, and I am like, what sort of a person is this? :D Anyone. Like literally anyone, just enable her and give her the approval. It has stopped affecting me completely. Thank god, the dirt got out herself. Now, I know, I’ll be with someone who respects themselves first, because these daddy issue chicks will be always broken and insecure. You can’t help them. So, finding someone who knows their shit, has it together and has a class. The right one! Not someone who will suck any dick, to compensate for their inner trauma’s. I am strong enough and I have proved that to myself by not just sleeping with any class less pussy. Found myself out of this experience and there’s no point in desiring someone who can’t even offer you the bare minimum. That’s all!
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Day 17: Saturday July 9th – Monday July 11th, 2022 [FINAL DAYS]
Breakfast: Coffee and toast / pizza pocket / cinnamon scroll
Lunch: Margarita pizza and mimosas / chicken baguette
Dinner: Cheesy chicken with potatoes and veg / lamb with potatoes and spicy veg
Steps: 12, 480
Andrew had booked an apartment close to the airport so wasn’t at our apartment for the last night. Amara had an early flight, so she left at 6am while Tim and I were still asleep. We’d settled up our Splitwise spending the night before and it was lovely to get $300 AUD back from Amara and $143 AUD back from Andrew for joining our accom. What a delight! I’d done most of my packing the night before, so had a long shower, 2 slices of toast and then it was 10am and time to checkout.
With luggage to drag behind us, there wasn’t much we could do, so we just walked to the nearest cafe and had a coffee. I called Dad while Tim played on his phone and then Jane joined us. While Jane had a coffee, Tim went off to try the last thing on his to do list - fermented shark. He ended up going back to the Dick Museum as we had seen it on the menu at the museum cafe but not many other places. When he came back he was chewing gum and said that fermented shark tasted like shit. He was glad to have tried it though.
We had 3 Airbus tickets booked for 12pm so waited at the bus stop at 11:50am. Hoards of people followed us, but they were getting on a day tour. At 12:15pm, our bus still hadn’t arrived and we were contemplating getting a taxi. The shuttle arrived at 12:25pm and we thought that was our ride to the airport, but instead it was a 3 minute drive to the bus depot where we got on a charter bus. The drive was 45 minutes and Tim slept most of the way. I deleted some of the seconds from my travel video and looked out the window.
When we arrived, the luggage check in was an absolute circus. We followed the TV list and then got sent back to whence we came. We lined up for 45 minutes in self-check in after printing luggage tags then cruised through security in 3 minutes. Jane then went to the business class lounge (lucky) while Tim and I sat at a restaurant and shared a pizza and mimosas.
We walked 20 minutes to the terminal and were still in line to get a bus to the plane at 4:07pm when our flight was meant to depart at 4:10pm. We waited another 15 minutes, then got on the bus and waited another 5 minutes for it to leave. We were lucky to have exit row seats on the flight and the seat next to me was empty. Two wins! I felt so drowsy on take off that I had a wee nap. I then spent the rest of the flight watching The Circle on my iPad.
We arrived at Heathrow at 8:45pm and were first off the flight. We had to walk through all of terminal 2 to go up an escalator then down another escalator so that we could get a 15 minute transfer bus to terminal 4. Hooley Dooley. There was a woman on our flight who was rushing to get her connecting flight to Israel and she ran to the security check where we arrived 5 mins later. We cruised through security and got to our gate to find out that our flight had been delayed by half an hour. We had nothing to do but sit down and wait.
We boarded at 10:30pm and when we scanned our boarding passes the machine flashed red. Our luggage wasn’t registered as being on the flight. The woman checked our luggage receipt and updated our details in hopes that they would be popped on board before take off. Once on the plane, we had a spare seat next to us again and a 1hr waiting time on the tarmac. Amara messaged us to say that she’d made it to Spain, but that Heathrow had lost her luggage. Zac messaged and said that he was stuck in London until the next flight to Melbourne on the 11th. What an absolute circus. I had cheesy chicken with potatoes and veggies for dinner and watched Turning Red. After that, I tried my best to sleep while we had such a luxurious amount of space.
Our transfer at Abu Dhabi was relatively painless - we got off the plane and onto the final one within 30 minutes. I checked on our bags and we were told that they were on the plane, which was a relief - I hoped it was true! We were seated in the back half of the plane where there was less leg room and way more children. One of them cracked it before we’d even taxi’d out which felt like an omen for the 12 hour flight. I surprisingly slept about 6-7 hours on the flight. I watched Moana & Encanto while eating. The meals were average, but the cinnamon scroll we got for breakfast before landing was delish.
We cruised through customs and duty free and had to wait about 30 mins for our luggage. It didn’t come out. The rest of our flight slowly cleared and we were left without our stuff. We went over to the service desk, reported our luggage missing (luckily we had taken photos of them) and were then told to wait 24 hours then call to follow up.
Then it was Uber to Tim’s, drove myself home and waited for Morgi to get home from Perth.
What a trip! Until next time X
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Hey there, Can you write for Andrew! Peter Parker x reader smut?
The reader and Peter are in relationship....
One day she wakes up early in the morning and workouts by wearing a sport bra and tight black leggings....
Peter notices that she's not in the bed with him, he looks for her... He notices her working out....He joins the reader for the workout, they do their couple workout....
While reader doing pushups and Peter lying down, every time she do pushups Peter kisses her and eventually Peter pulls close to her and observe her sweaty look, sexy outfit.....
He can't control himself and have a steamy make out and leads to steamy sex....
You like the idea ?
OMG I LOVE!! Tysm for your request! I hope you like it! This will be a Peter pov bc why not?
A/N: this one sort of escalated quickly hehe
CW: soft dom/switch!peter, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), face sitting, spanking, hair pulling, teasing, unprotected sex, cream pie, manhandling, pet names: baby, princess, big boy, overall very horny Peter
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Peter’s POV
I was awoken by an annoying little sun beam coming through the blinds hitting me right in the eyes. Once I’ve regained consciousness I automatically go to grab y/n and pull her closer like I do every morning but I don’t feel her.
I open my eyes, slightly startled by her absence. But i quickly notice her on the other side of the room doing her workout. I look over at the clock on the nightstand; I overslept.
She’s not wearing sweats like she usually does when she works out. Instead she’s wearing a light blue sports bra and some tight black leggings. Suddenly I feel the urge to work out.
“Good morning” I say, my voice still being groggy.
She smiles at me, “Morning sleepy head”
I get up and stretch the sleep away. I look over at her again and she’s doing squats. Lord have mercy. I’m already hard, I have to get it together.
“Can I join?” I ask.
“Sure! Brush your teeth first though” she replies.
I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth and splash cold water on my face. I whisper-yell at my dick, “You gotta calm down!” and walk out.
I change from my pajamas into my short workout shorts. I can’t be the only one who’s suffering. I walk over to her and she stops what she’s doing to look me up and down with a smile.
“I thought you retired those because they shrunk and got too short” she says with a light blush on her cheeks.
“Well yeah I wouldn’t go to the gym in these. But you get the privilege of seeing me this scandalous” I grab her by the waist and pull her closer to kiss her.
She hums and giggles into my lips, “Lucky me”.
We keep kissing and I start to grow impatient; I slide my hands down to grab her ass. She giggles again, pulling off my hands. “Hey hey I’m not done with my workout”.
“I’ll give you a better workout” I reply.
“You can workout with me, the real workout” she lightly pushes me away and picks up her weights.
I sigh, “Okay, we’ll see if you can resist my hot body” I jokingly rubbed my hands up and down my torso which made her laugh.
After about fifteen minutes we’re both sweaty and breathing heavy. What I don’t get is why we’re sweaty and heavy breathing and not fucking.
I notice she’s starting on push ups and I quickly stop her to get on the floor under her and do the thing we’ve always done. “No push-ups without kisses”.
She giggles as she positions herself above me; I probably look like an idiot staring and her boobs that are peeking through the top of her sports bra.
“Eyes up here big boy” she teases. I smile, looking at her eyes, and then her lips.
She lowers herself down and pecks me on the lips and counts, “One”. Then she repeats the process a few times. With each push up I get greedier; I make the kisses longer, I keep my hands on her body. Until on the last one, when she lowers herself I pull her completely down and wrap my arms around her as I kiss her.
By the little moan she let out I can tell she couldn’t in fact, resist my hot body.
She repositions herself to straddle my lap and begins to grind softly; it slowly drives me crazy. My hands are on her ass while her hands are in my hair, tugging.
“Oh fuck” I let out.
She smiles into my mouth; I know how much she loves to hear me moan. She grinds a bit harder. I quickly sit us up and try to get her sports bra off; emphasis on try.
We both laugh and she says, “Need a little help?”
“Yeah what the fuck is up with this thing?” we laugh again until we finally get it off and I see heaven for a second when her sweaty tits plop down.
I bury my face in them and start to kiss, lick, and bite while sweet little moans escape her lips. They get louder when I take a nipple in my mouth and she continues to grind on me fervently.
“Oh, Pete” she moans and I hum against her breasts, “Mhm?”. She’s starting to pull my shorts off, “I need it”.
I smile devilishly, “You’re so greedy”.
I lay her down on the floor to take off her leggings, but I start to rub her clothed clit before doing so. She moans lewdly and writhes under me, buckling her hips into my hand. Seeing how desperate she becomes for my touch gives me an indescribable high.
She looks so beautiful, chest heaving, rising and falling, her hips thrusting into my hand hungrily, her cheeks and lips bright pink, her face contorted in pleasure. I can’t help it anymore, I have to please her.
So I pull down her leggings along with her underwear and spread her legs wide open, as I gaze at the sight before me. I slip my fingers through her slit and chuckle, “You’re soaked baby”.
She moans, “Uh huh, for you. All for you”.
I pull her up with a groan and kiss her hungrily, holding her tight, feeling skin on skin, my sweat mixed with hers. And then I turn her around and lay down.
“Your ass. My face. Now” I say in between breathes and she happily obliges. She backs up and wiggles her ass in my face. I give each cheek a slap and she yelps and then moans when I gently rub on the areas to alleviate the pain.
I then lick a stripe up her folds, earning me another moan. With each lick her moans get louder and grittier. They turn into groans; she’s getting desperate again.
“Peter please! Stop teasing me”
I insert one finger and curl, “You sure that’s what you want princess?”
She groans again, “Yes!”
I insert a second finger, “Are you really sure? Because I think you like it when I tease you” but she can’t respond because next thing I know she’s taken my cock into her mouth and started to suck.
I jolt up, “Oh god y/n”. She feels so good on my cock, fuck it I’m done playing games.
I start to eat her out like I’m starved. Licking and sucking on her clit like there’s no tomorrow. She picks up the speed on her end as well, at this point we’re both moaning into each other and it’s euphoric.
“Y/n stop I’m gonna cum” I exclaim but she doesn’t stop. So I grab her arms, put them behind her and pull her up and hold her so she can’t move and is fully sitting on my face. She stopped sucking but I haven’t.
“Oh fuck Peter!” she yells out as I know she’s nearing her orgasm. Meanwhile I’m in pure bliss being submerged in her ass and pussy; despite struggling to breathe.
But in just 5 more seconds she’s cumming all over my face, whimpering and whining, shaking and convulsing. She falls forward and I take the opportunity to get behind her and prop her up in her knees. I slowly insert myself inside her.
We both moan in unison, “Fuck baby, you feel so good”. I start off slowly and gently so she can get adjusted but she groans out, “Harder!”
“You sure baby?” I ask genuinely concerned this time.
“Yes! Please, fuck me hard” she whined and that was all I needed. I took her ponytail and pulled her up, arching her back and began to thrust faster and harder.
I’m sure our neighbors could hear the sweaty skin slapping and pornographic moaning but in that moment I didn’t care. Her walls are fluttering around my cock and all I can do is throw my head back and be overcome by ecstasy.
“Pe-ter I’m go-nna cum” her voice falters with each thrust.
“Me too baby, wait for me okay?”
I get a tighter grip on both sides of her hips and give a few more final thrusts before saying “Cum baby, cum” and we both cum together with a loud “Ah!”.
I rub her back as she comes down from her shaking. I then run over to the bathroom and get a warm, wet paper towel to clean her up as she lays on her back on top of her exercise mat. I don’t do it immediately as I like to appreciate the sight of my cum dripping out of her pussy.
She sighed, “Yeah, I think this workout is better”
I lay down next to her, “Yeah I fucked you so hard I think you have abs now”.
She cackles and I join her.
“And this workout will definitely leave you more sore” I add.
“Okay now it’s getting to your head bug boy” she chuckles.
I roll over to her and hold her chin up, “Says the one who was just screaming my name begging to be fucked harder” I say with a smirk but her smile is gone.
She just says, “Round two?” knowing that at the end of the day I am still at her mercy.
#ab requests#marvel#mcu#peter parker#tasm peter parker#peter parker smut#peter parker x reader#tasm peter parker smut#andrew garfield
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~Loser~
Young!Sirius Black x gn!reader
Summary: Sirius loves to tease and mock you, thinking it was all fun and games. But what happens when he takes it too far, and has to try and repair the damage he has done?
Warnings: OH BOY, angst angst angst, sad reader, few swear words, Sirius being a dick. (ALSO THERE'S AN ANDREW GARFIELD REFERENCE IN THIS. ENJOY.)
A/N: Reader's house hasn't been mentioned fully, but I do mention them being quite smart and into reading. However, that doesn't automatically make them a Ravenclaw ;)
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Sirius Black was a name you were certainly familiar with, but one you were barely fond of.
Any mention of the dark-eyed beauty left girls all around you swooning and crying foolish comments like, 'Oh Sirius, I've loved him for so long!' and 'I wish he would love me!', it made you want to gag.
Ever since you first started at Hogwarts, Sirius had been nothing but rude to you, making little comments about your hair, your face, your love of reading, anything he could he would mock you about.
That all started in the 1st Year. Now it was the 5th, and you were starting to get tired.
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The day had started off rather nicely, you had done quite well in your Charms class and didn't make a complete fool of yourself in your Quidditch class.
You were currently on your way to Potions, enjoying a thorough conversation with Lily Evans, when James Potter's gang walked past you both. Sirius just so happened to shove into you, making you stumble and almost drop your books.
"Watch where you're going, loser." He called out, making his friends snicker.
Lily frowned as you tried to hide your tearful eyes. "Leave them alone, Sirius!" She yelled at him, fixing your hair and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
Once they were gone, she leant over and whispered in your ear. "Don't listen to him, (Y/N)," she said, rubbing your arm in a comforting fashion, "He's just delusional." You nodded, leaning into Lily a bit more.
You exhaled deeply and plastered a fake smile onto your face before walking into Potions and sitting behind your cauldron.
'Everything is fine,' you tried to tell yourself, but nothing could heal the aching in your heart from Sirius' words.
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Potions went by rather quickly, and it was nearly the end of the day. 'Thank Merlin,' you thought to yourself, wanting nothing more than to return to your dorm and get some much-needed sleep.
You only had one more class, Herbology, which seemed absolutely wonderful at the time. You excelled in Herbology, your teacher Herbert Beery considering you the best in his class.
But, alas, the moment you walked into the classroom, your grin faltered and your heart sunk to your stomach.
Of course they had to be in your class, of course they did.
James, Remus and Peter sat next to each other in a row, opposite to where you and Marlene McKinnon sat, and Sirius was sitting on the table, yelling in a dramatic voice about something irrelevant.
You took a nice deep breath before taking your seat next to Marlene, who offered you a sympathetic smile.
Sirius noticed you almost immediately, hopping off the table and muttering something in James' ear, making them both laugh out loud. You only heard one word. 'Loser'.
He looked like he was about to make a rude comment towards you, but was stopped by Professor Beery walking in.
"Alright everyone, can anybody tell me what abilities you may possess if you eat gillyweed?"
Come on, this was easy.
Your hand shot up in the air and you were immediately asked for the answer.
"If gillyweed is eaten, the consumer will possess fish-like abilities. For example, being able to swim very well and breathing underwater."
You heard small fits of laughter from the group opposite you, but you tried not to pay them any attention.
"That is correct, well done Mx (L/N)."
"Yeah, well done Mx (L/N)" You heard Sirius mocking the professor's comment, to which Peter began laughing.
Mr Beery payed no attention to him, instead moving on by placing small samples of the magical seaweed in front of everybody.
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Despite how much you enjoyed Herbology, that class was horrendous.
Throughout the entire lesson, Sirius and his merry little crew would not stop picking on you! Constant teases and comments about how you were a teacher's pet, a nerd, how you apparently think you're smarter than everybody else.
Safe to say, the moment Herbology was over, you grabbed your bags and ran out of the door, Marlene and Alice close behind you.
Your pace slowed when you thought you were finally away from Sirius, but his loud voice caught your attention and made you flinch.
"Hey! (L/N)! I'm not done with you yet!"
You refused to turn around to look him in the eye, your grip tightening on Marlene's wrist as if to stop her from rugby-tackling him.
"Have I ever told you about how annoying you are? Like, your voice makes my ears hurt and you talk so much!"
Tears began building up in your eyes, your cheeks flushing and your head aching.
"You're nothing but a useless brat, you hear me, loser?"
The hallway fell silent as you finally turned to face him, tears falling freely.
"What did I ever do to you, Sirius?" You asked, your voice lower than a whisper.
"I have been nothing but good to you ever since you came to Hogwarts, and this is how you repay me? By making my life a living hell?"
He tried to speak, but you cut him off before he could say anything. You were tired, you were miserable, you were angry, and Sirius was not going to get away with it anymore.
"I don't know who you think you are, running around and harassing somebody who wants nothing to do with you, but I do know one thing. You are a horrible person, Sirius Black, and you need to learn where you stand."
The tension in the air was so thick you could have grabbed it if you reached your hand out.
"I am not putting up with you anymore, so I suggest you either find someone else to bully, or grow the fuck up you pretentious douchebag!"
You yelled the last bit, sobbing in frustration and full of utter misery.
And with that final word, you turned on your heel and ran all the way back to your dorm, crying in pain. Alice immediately chased after you, pulling you into a warm hug at the end of the corridor, Marlene making her way to the kitchens to get some tea and biscuits.
Lily Evans, having heard the commotion, shoved past the crowd and glared at Sirius, his dark eyes… watery? "Well done, Black, are you happy now?" She too fled in your direction, red hair flying wildly behind her.
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Sirius didn't know how to feel.
Except, he knew exactly how he felt; guilty, angry, stupid.
This was all his fault, what started out as some friendly banter had morphed into unadulterated harassment. And now, nobody could get you out of your dorm. Because of him. Rumours were going around that you spent all of your time sobbing. Because of him. Your friends all in misery without your presence. Because of him.
He had to make it right between the two of you, he had to! But with your heart in pieces and his in denial, he had no idea how to do such a thing.
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ayo if this does well I'll make this into a series
(on a serious note, please don't bully people! no matter what you may think, it isn't cool, it's just cruel. be nice to people pls <3)
#sirius imagine#sirius x you#sirius orion black#sirius black#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#ben barnes x reader#ben barnes#ben barnes x you
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Uhh um uhh sfw and nsfw headcanons of a maid s/o who became attached to Andrew? 👉👈 thank you for carrying the idv x reader tag you absolute legend
🧺 andrew with a maid s/o
art credit
SFW ;;
♡ the new survivor, the maid, had captured the attention of nearly everybody in the manor for how selfless and hardworking they were.
♡ your role in battle was to aid anybody who requested assistance by ringing a bell. whether it was someone to open the gate or rescue, the maid can appear out of thin air to help in a pinch if they're summoned.
♡ this seeps into how you behave outside of matches. you're an excellent listener and eager to solve the problems of anybody who needs help, whether they ask for any or not.
♡ although the entire manor has their eyes on you, there's one person you want to get to know better more than the others. that would be the gravekeeper, andrew kreiss.
♡ no matter how wounded he was, andrew would never request your experienced hands. even the more reserved survivors would ask for help with menial tasks, but even when risking hospitalization andrew wouldn't want to bother you.
♡ your interactions with him started small. handing him an umbrella on a sunny day, noticing he missed breakfast and bringing him some croissants.
♡ he doesn't like it one bit.
♡ andrew surmised you were only giving him the special treatment out of pity. he notices you giving him extra food? clearly it's because you think monsters have two stomachs rather than one.
♡ you never falter though. no matter how many times andrew pushes you away, you're only filled with more nerve to help him out. also... you have a crush on him.
♡ the most stressful moment of your life was when you were still only friends and you introduced him to sunscreen. you applied it on his face and neck and could feel how hot he was under your fingertips.
♡ being so close to andrew made your cheeks aflame as well, and you prayed that he didn't notice the bead of sweat trickling from your forehead. he was just so handsome and he was trusting you to apply a foreign substance to his face to help with his condition. your heart couldn't take it.
♡ little did you know, andrew was thinking the same thing. he found your furrowed brows adorable and he was grateful that you were helping him, even if it was out of pity. he was so glad someone was there, intentions be damned.
♡ he stopped suspecting you when you kissed a wound on his hand better and pulled him into a tender embrace when he was cold. it took nights of pondering for him to accept that the maid, one of the most attractive and magnetic survivors, liked him for who he was. with the exception of his late mother, nobody had ever cared for him with such love before.
♡ when you finally start dating, you can't stop clinging to him. he towers over you. it's rare for you to be seen not attached to his arm, you're like a koala.
♡ once he's completely certain that your attachment is out of genuine love, he welcomes your help with open arms. he yearns to be understood and nurtured, so someone who can always listen to him and hold him in their arms is a godsend.
♡ andrew is always encouraging you to take breaks and look out for yourself once in a while. he might surprise you with breakfast in bed and a day off if he notices you've been pushing yourself too hard lately.
♡ he admires the help you give everyone else, but he'd be a liar if he denied that he felt jealous sometimes. when you offer people room service he doesn't like your warmth leaving the bed to deliver some tea across the manor. he wishes he could be selfish and cuddle you forever.
♡ when andrew is hurt he loves to be babied. coddle him, feed him, help prepare his medicine. sometimes he feels like he doesn't deserve rest, but he agrees with anything you say, so if you tell him to relax then he's napping on your shoulder.
♡ your attachment to him sends butterflies to his chest. he still can't fathom that you want to be around him as much as he wants to be around you.
♡ when you look up at him with your innocent, loving eyes, he asks you to pinch him in case he's dreaming. life before the maid came to the manor was bleak for andrew but now he has a new reason to keep waking up every morning, his lovely partner and their desire to make everyone's lives better.
NSFW ;;
♡ your dress. he's addicted to your dress.
♡ how it feels to hike the fabric up your thighs is a feeling he'll never grow old of. when it pools right above your stomach and his eyes meet your lacy undergarments he gulps.
♡ the laces and frills are nothing short of intoxicating. he's pumped himself plenty of times to the thought of you slowly removing the dress for him.
♡ he asks you to keep it on for as long as possible. at first you think it's because of modesty and andrew being a gentleman, but really it's because he feels an uncontrollable lust at the sight of you spreading your legs and the fabric revealing more & more.
♡ bonus points if your outfit comes with thigh highs, when you peel them off or he hooks his fingers under them to stroke your warm skin andrew is in paradise.
♡ your role as a maid seeps into your sex life, eager to be ordered around by your partner and give them everything they ask for.
♡ poor andrew can't bring himself to vocalize what he wants.
♡ your dress splayed over his thighs, you ask what he wants and he turns scarlet. the gravekeeper can't say unholy words like dick so all he can do is motion down to the painful bulge in his pants and whimper.
♡ "andrew, i can't help you unless i know what you want!" you chirp with a mischievous grin as he trembles under you. you'd think he was stuck in a blizzard from how intense his shivering was.
♡ "i, hn... inside you," is all he can muster.
♡ when the bows adorning your hair graze against his thighs as you suck him off he'll cry from the featherlight contact.
♡ start off palming his boxers at an agonizingly slow pace to see him come undone. make him beg for you to strip him down and stroke him until he can't take it anymore. he wants to cum so badly but knows he needs your permission first, and he can't ask.
♡ his hands meet his face to hide his raging blush and the drool that spills from his lips every time.
♡ i've touched on this before but andrew loves bath sex. when you're surrounded by pink bubbles and your bodies are connected as one through the warm water, he longs for it.
♡ plenty of times you've bathed andrew and it's lead to you grinding down on his lap, the gravekeeper enamoured by your foamy chest and your forgotten maid dress strewn over the side of the tub.
♡ if he's feeling ambitious, he might ask for you to join him in the bath with your dress still on so he can see it cling to your soaked skin.
♡ the splashes that match his thrusts invoke a downright sinful reaction in andrew. something about the wet slaps of his hips plunging into yours make him want to kiss you deeper and never pull out.
♡ if you call him master kreiss or sir or mister he's cumming, one hundred percent.
♡ when he bends you over his lap and fingers you as a reward for all the hard work you do for others, begging for your master to go deeper and faster sends a blush all the way to his ears.
♡ it's so easy to get him to cum with just your words or a twirl of your dress. he has no clue how to control it, it's like you put a spell on him.
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Unexpected Love [Kai Parker] || Part Two
masterlist | part one
pairing - kai parker x fem, human!reader
type - fluff, angst
note - read the first part, this cannot be read as a standalone! if you have read the first part then welcome back, thank you for reading the second part. so this part will be more focused on kai and the readers relationship and definitely all fiction lol (aka no actual scenes from the show) :) and part 3 is at the end!
summary - you and kai fall in love over a period of time after spending time with each other in the prison world
warnings / includes - language, alcohol, crying, fighting, mention/thinking of suicide, family trauma, lot of flirting in this one, suggestive, f/f = favorite flavour (of ice cream) lol
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*gif isn't mine* (ugh hes so fine im dying)
I sat up straight and gasped, my eyes flying right open. I looked around frantically, sharp pain shooting right through my chest.
“Ow,” I whined, pressing my hand gently to my side.
“Oh, yeah. The first time you die here, it’ll hurt. I bet it’s not any different from what that ring does for you, though,” Kai’s voice ringed next to me.
My head snapped to him, memories of what he did to me flooding back.
“Get away from me!” I shouted, getting up out of the bed I was in.
“I did you a favour, Y/n. You should thank me!” He exclaimed.
“What favour! You robbed me of my only chance of getting home. Now we have no magic and the ascendent is broken!”
“Stop shouting. Ugh, you’re giving me a headache,” he whined.
I gave him a death glare. “You’re the one with the headache. You’re the one- I just… I’m going for a walk.”
I stomped out of the room, running down the stairs. I heard Kai’s footsteps from behind me. I walked as fast as I could without feeling any pain. Kai seemed to be full on sprinting, though, because he grabbed my wrist.
“Let me go!” I exclaimed. “Please, Y/n. I’m sorry,” Kai pleaded.
I jerked my body away from him. “Shove it, Malachai. If you want me to forgive you, then you better leave me alone right now.”
He looked at me with wide, fearful eyes. I didn’t wait for him to say anything. I turned on my heel and made my way out of the house and back to the woods. I stomped the whole way there, my hands balled in tight fists. My fingernails dug into my skin as tears stained my cheeks. I just could not believe Kai. I knew he was a sociopath and a dick, but I didn’t think he would try to rob me of my chance at happiness. It was stupid how I thought he would even think about someone else and not himself. Sometimes he made it seem like he did care, though. It also seemed as my attraction to him from the first time we met was still there. I needed to get rid of it. I needed to find a way to get out here. Without Kai.
I stopped walking as I realised I was deep in the woods. The cool breeze flew around me, calming me down. I closed my eyes and breathed out the air that I had been holding in. I opened my eyes to stare at the sky. It was a cloudless afternoon with bright sunshine. It was always like this. For the past few months this was all I had seen. I was more than sick of it. I wanted rain. Snow. Hail. Anything else but the sunshine for once.
I released my hands from their fists, reaching my right hand up to my side where Bonnie’s jacket still was. I let out a strangled, but happy sound. I unwrapped it from my body, seeing that it had a huge red blood spot that was mine. I ignored it and held it up to my face, hugging it closely to my chest.
“I’m getting out of here. I’m going home,” I promised to myself.
I stayed in the woods until the sun started to set. I spent my time walking around some more, making up a plan. I knew how the ascendent looked before it was broken, and I was sure that Bonnie’s grimoire, that was thankfully still here, had a diagram of some sort, too. I could just build it back up. I took a shop class in high school and used to build cars with my dad, so I was quite the mechanic. Getting it to work without magic was the hard part, though. I needed a Bennett witch to access the spell. I knew Kai still had some of Bonnie’s magic in him, but I couldn’t risk telling him the plan and having it work, only for him to leave me here again. Plus, it’s not like having him use Bonnie’s magic would actually work. He wasn't actually a Bennett. He just happened to have her magic in him.
I opened the door and stepped into the Salvatore house, looking around for Kai. I smiled, relieved that I couldn’t spot him anywhere. I shut the door behind me, kicking off my shoes and going to the liquor cabinet, popping off the top of a bottle of whiskey. I didn’t bother with a cup, I just downed it straight. The liquor burned my throat as I strutted to the kitchen, going over to the CD player and putting on Toni Braxton’s ‘Another Sad Love Song’.
I danced around and got out the ingredients for a strawberry cake. As Toni’s song came to an end, I heard the front door open. I groaned loudly, my mood dropping immediately. I left the kitchen to see what Kai was up to. I laughed incredulously as I saw him carrying multiple duffle bags and a backpack.
“Are you seriously moving in?” I asked.
“Yep,” he nodded. “What part of ‘leave me alone’ do you not understand? Do I need to spell it out for you so it can get through your thick skull?” I snapped, taking ahold of his arm and dragging him back to the front door.
“I understand!” He exclaimed. “Good. Then you’ll get out,” I sneered, pushing him out the door. I went to shut it, but his arm held the door open.
“I will smash your hand in this door,” I threatened.
“Yeah, I know, but hear me out. I can help you get back,” Kai said.
I scoffed, “I don’t want nor need your help. Get out.” I pushed the door further in his face. He dropped his bags and used both hands to keep it open.
“I know you don’t trust me and you have no reason to, but please. I still have Bonnie’s magic in me and I can fix the ascendent with her magic,” he begged. He pouted and put on his puppy dog face.
“No,” I said without any hesitation. “You get out of my life, okay? If I ever see you, hear you, or even smell you, you’re dead, okay?”
His eyes then filled with anger and frustration. “Fine!” He exclaimed. “You know, I only even wanted to help you because I want to get out of here. We both know that I would have only left you here alone.”
“Glad we’re on the same page, then,” I smiled sourly. “See you never.” And with that, I slammed the door in his face.
I sighed deeply, smiling in satisfaction. I went back to the kitchen and resumed my cake making.
A few hours later and I was finishing the last pieces of cake, and watching Forrest Gump.
“Life is like a box of chocolates, huh,” I muttered. “First I’m a regular girl with human friends and a family. And now I’m a girl who who has no family, vampires, werewolves, and witches for friends, and who is stuck in a never-ending prison world!”
I rolled my head around the couch ledge, my eyes looking out the window. It was pitch black now. The stars were shining brightly, many of them twinkling.
“Mom, Dad, Jenny, Andrew. Bonnie and Damon. If you’re out there, please help me. Send someone or something. I-I can’t do this alone, and I definitely don’t want Kai’s help. Please help me,” I cried out. I hugged a couch pillow and Bonnie’s jacket.
I hope someone could hear me up there. Otherwise I was screwed.
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3 months later and I was still stuck in this hell-hole. Well, at least I think it had been 3 months. Ever since Kai kept me here, I had been counting the days. It had been approximately 90 days, give or take. I was beginning to think this was actually my own personal instead of Kai’s.
Speaking of Kai, he actually had been pretty good of avoiding me. In these 90 days, I have only ran into him twice. Once was while I was going for a morning jog and the other was when I was venturing into town, walking to the Mystic Grill and all the shops. During my stay, I have also been documenting my days with an old video camera I found. I knew that I would get out, but just in case, I would be able to have all those memories saved and if I died somehow and never came back and someone else got trapped here, they could see the glamorous life of Y/n L/n. Or what was left of it at least.
Today was going to be different, though. For the past few months, I had been sitting in my bedroom for most of the week, crying, talking to myself, screaming at the world. I had even considered killing myself once or twice, but I knew that I would only wake up in more pain and sadness. Every day I prayed and hoped for someone to come and find me. For my friends to find out a way to get to me, even though they didn’t have the ascendent or anything. It seems as more days past, the less and less hopeful I got, though. So, I decided that the only way I was getting out of here was to do it myself, regardless if I wasn’t a magical being.
And so right now, I was trying to build the ascendent. I was almost there, actually. It was just these little parts that were so frustrating to put back together.
“Go together, dammit!” I exclaimed out of frustration.
I put the device down, running my hands over my face, thinking of a solution.
Maybe I should ask Kai for help.
No. That would only end up with me screaming at him the whole time and potentially killing him.
But he probably still had some go Bonnie’s magic left. He could help me get out. And plus, I could just push him away last minute when we go through the portal.
I groaned out of annoyance. I didn’t know what the right answer was. I thought I did. I thought I could do this by myself. But it turns out I can’t. It’s a lot harder than I thought and the fact that I’m a human doesn’t help either. I bit my lip in thought, racking my brain for an answer.
“You have to ask him to help, Y/n. It’s the only way,” I sighed to myself.
I got up from my seat and put on my shoes and jacket. I went out of the house and got into Damon’s Chevy, driving it to Kai’s house. I clenched the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white as I parked in his driveway. Just the thought of seeing him made my stomach churn. Thing was, I didn’t quite know if it churned in a good way or bad.
I stepped out of the car, putting the keys in my jacket pocket. I walked up to the door and gave it a good 3 knocks. A waited a few minutes, but no answer. I knocked a few more times and waited another few minutes. Still no answer.
“Seriously?!” I whined, raising my hand to pound on the door, but Kai’s voice stopped me.
“What are you doing here?”
I turned around and saw him carrying grocery bags.
“Oh. Good, you’re here,” I said, stepping down from his porch.
“You never answered my question. What are you doing here?” He asked.
“I need your help,” I confessed.
His lips upturned into a smile. He let out a laugh. “Wow. Princess Y/n has gotten over her pride, huh?”
“And sociopathic Parker still harasses me with nicknames, huh?”
Kai frowned and walked up to the porch, passing by me and unlocking his house.
“Sorry,” I sighed, following him into his house. “Will you please help me?”
“Hm, let me think about it,” he said, setting the grocery bags down. “No.”
I rolled my eyes. “C’mon! You barely thought about it. Why not?”
“Because I hate you,” he shrugged. “Why? What have I done to you?” I scoffed.
“Well, first of all you slammed a door in my face. Second, whenever we run into each other, you act like I murdered your whole family. And third, you denied my help before, but now you want it? I think not,” he explained.
“Look, I’m sorry. I really, really am, but I know for a fact that you want to get out. I want to, too! But I’ve learned that we can’t get out without each other. I’m sorry I let my pride take over me. So please help me,” I begged and apologised.
Kai grinned at me. “I love this.” “Love what?” I asked.
“I love seeing you beg,” he said, his voice dropping low. He started to walk towards me slowly. Stalking me like I was his prey.
I backed away from him, my eyes trained on him. I let out a huff as my back hit a wall. My eyes widened and stared into his menacing eyes.
“I love seeing you beg for me. Begging for my help like the helpless little human you are,” he muttered.
He arms went around your sides, trapping in-between him and the wall. I breathed out heavily and shakily, averting my eyes.
“I’m not helpless,” I protested. He smirked down at him, his eyes lighting up. “You sure about that, princess?”
The way he stressed my pet name set my fire to my heart, and set my stomach flipping. He head hung low. So low that I could fell his breath on my lips. I felt his knee nudge my thigh and that’s when I stopped breathing. I could fell myself slowly melting into a puddle right in front of him.
“You gonna answer me, sweetheart, or are you just gonna stand there gawking at me?” He chuckled.
I swallowed hard. “N-No.”
“Then answer me,” he teased me. “Y-Yeah… I’m sure about that,” I whispered.
He hummed in reply. I let my eyes roam his face and set on his lips.
“Offer is still there,” he said. “What offer?” I asked.
“The offer to kiss me. Remember when I offered when we first met?”
“O-Oh, yeah,” I stuttered, beginning to catch my breath
“The offer’s still there if you wanna take it.”
My eyes flickered back up to his. I shook my head furiously. “I-I don’t want to take it.”
“Oh, I think you do,” he grinned.
I then snapped out of my daze, putting my hand on shoulders and pushing back. “I said no.”
“Alright, alright,” he held his hand up in defense, backing further away from me.
“Now you’ve had your fun, will you help me?” I asked, running my fingers through my hair.
“I guess so,” he shrugged. My eyes lit up, “Really? Oh, my God! Yes!”
I jumped up and went to hug him, wrapping my arms around him. I engulfed him tightly, entangling my fingers in his hair. It was surprisingly soft.
“This feels nice,” Kai sighed.
I groaned, “Okay. Moment ruined.” I pulled away, stepping back a good few feet.
“You hugged me first,” he shrugged. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Alright, so when do you want to get started?” I asked.
“After dinner,” he answered. “But it’s 2 pm,” I said.
“I know. But how about you and me have dinner together,” Kai explained.
“I thought you hated me?” I asked. “Oh, I do. I definitely do. That’s why I want to have dinner with you. I know just how to push your buttons. You’re so cute when mad,” he grinned.
I growled at him. “And you are so annoying.”
“See! So cute,” Kai scrunched his nose.
“I bet it’ll be cute when I give you a black eye,” I muttered.
“It'd like to see you try. Anyways, if you want my help, then you’ll come to dinner with me,” Kai shrugged.
I sighed, “Fine. What time? What do I need to cook?”
“7 PM. And nope, I’ll cook.”
“O-Oh, really? You cook?”
“Yep,” he grinned proudly.
“Hm… Well, good to know. Anyways, I’ll be here at 7,” I said, making my way towards the door.
“Make sure to dress up! This is gonna be fancy!” Kai called out.
“Noted!” I exclaimed, stepping out of the house. I shut the door behind me, exhaling heavily. “Now you got a date with the town’s psycho, Y/n. Good going.”
I strutted over to the car, getting in and driving back to my place. I read a few books to pass the time until I had to get ready. I got done with Twilight: Eclipse, as I actually had already started that the other day, and I went ahead and started to read more into Bonnie’s grams’s grimoire.
It was all so fascinating, really. I was so amazed by just the spells themselves, I didn’t even consider the history of all of them. While reading the grimoire, I started to feel a little jealous of the fact that Bonnie’s a witch, and the fact that I’m a human with a ring that keeps me alive whenever I got killed. I almost started to feel jealous of Damon and Tyler, but I knew that I never would want to be a monster. Being a witch would seem nice, though. Not like Kai, though.
After a little heavy reading, I checked the clock. It was 5:49, which meant that I had to start getting ready. I put a bookmark in place in the grimoire and got up off the couch, heading up the stairs. I turned on the shower and got undressed.
I took off my sweatpants and socks, followed by my shirt. As I reached for my shirt overhead, the front of it brushed my nose. An unfamiliar, but calming scent filled my nose. I slipped the rest of the shirt off, turning it back right side out and held it up to my nose. I closed my eyes and breathed the scent in. It smelled like mint, paper of old books, and a little like grape jam. As soon as the grape jam smell came to me, I immediately knew who this scent belonged to.
“Ew!” I shrieked and threw the shirt across the room. It landed in the laundry basket, luckily enough. I let out a gagging noise, taking off my underwear and getting in the shower quickly.
I took my time washing up. Taking a shower seemed to be the only place I could really let go and bask in the quiet and loneliness that was in this house. It was strange because it was always quiet and lonely in this house. This was my only time to truly relax since I was doing everything to keep my busy during the day, so I wouldn’t start crying and throwing a fit about still being here.
I lathered my body with shampoo, giving myself a little massage on my shoulders. I closed my eyes and started to imagine what life would be like if I wasn’t stuck in 1994.
I would be with my friends, obviously. We would be at Whitmore, trying to live a normal life. Caroline, Elena, Bonnie and I would be having a picnic on campus. Sipping iced teas and eating sometime of desert. Damon would probably be with us, considering that Elena can’t be without Damon for more than 10 minutes without dying - literally. Stefan would most definitely be there. He’s my best friend, so of course he would be there. He would be talking to Caroline, though, her hogging all of his attention because she likes him (though she always denied it). And maybe Jeremy would be there, too, for Bonnie. Holding her hand and cuddling up next to her like the cute couple they are. And me? Well, I didn’t really have anybody special in my life. I actually had a thing with Kol Mikaelson before he died. I liked Tyler briefly in high school, but I’m 100% sure he’s into the girl that works at the coffee shop at Whitmore. Matt wasn’t my type at all. Neither was Enzo. Maybe I had a cute boy a Whitmore on my arm. A classmate that I had invited to the picnic. Someone cute, smart, funny… a little crazy. Maybe… Maybe Kai.
My eyes snapped open as I became aware that Kai was now in my fantasy. I couldn’t help but shudder, even with the hot water running on my skin. I washed the rest of my body, focusing on anything else but Kai. I turned off the water, wrapping a towel around me. I dried my skin off as I walked to the sink, putting on lotion and re-brushing my teeth. I stepped back into my bedroom and put on a nude-coloured underwear set. It was simple and very, very comfortable. I then went over to my closet, looking for an outfit to wear. I shuffled through all my shirts, not being able to find one that I liked. I sighed in slight frustration, stepping back to try and see if anything stuck out to me.
A little, annoying voice - that sounded much like my mother’s - sounded in the back of my head.
Maybe you can’t decide on an outfit because you like him and want to look nice for him.
I scoffed loudly, shaking my head. “No. I definitely do not care. That’s why I’m just gong to wear this.” I reached into my closet and pulled out a simple dark-turquoise dress. It was spaghetti-strapped and plunged a little bit at the neckline. It reached down just above my knees. Perfect for dinner with an… associate.
I slipped it on and back to the bathroom and did my hair, putting it in one of my favourite hairstyles. I then got out some makeup products. I put on a light coat of foundation and concealer, curling my eyelashes and brushing them up with mascara. I then shaped my eyebrows and filled in the sparce parts, dusting on some blush and putting on chapstick. I looked in the mirror, stepping back to look at my appearance. I cringed as it looked like I was going on a date. I shook those thoughts out of my head. I wasn’t dressing up for him, I was dressing up for myself. There’s no shame in wanting to look nice for yourself.
I went back into the bedroom and found a pair of black heels. I slipped them on, going over to the dresser and putting on a few gold bracelets and a pair of earrings. I re-adjusted my necklace that I was already wearing. I looked at my reflection and smiled. For once, I felt and looked good. I grabbed a black jacket and walked out of my room, checking the time once again. I had 10 minutes to get his house, which was perfect.
I went out of the house and to the Chevy, driving to Kai’s house. I parked in the driveway, my heart beginning to race. I let out a few deep breaths and go out of the car. As soon as I was about to knock, the door swung wide open.
The door revealed Kai who was wearing a white button-up shirt and dark-blue slacks. He actually looked… nice, for once. My eyes traveled around his chest. I couldn’t help but notice the way his biceps strained against his shirt. I could literally see his abs through the shirt, too. It did not help butterflies that were starting to flutter in my stomach.
“Like what you see?” He smirked.
My eyes flew up to his face, taking a deep breath to calm myself down from all the excitement I was feeling.
“No,” I said flatly, going into the house and brushing past Kai.
“Well, you look nice,” he said as I walked into his kitchen.
“Thanks. You do, too,” I complimented genuinely.
“I’ve never seen you in a dress before. You should wear them more often.”
“I don’t like dresses.”
“But you like me. That’s why you wore one to our date?”
I balled my hands in fists, turning around to face him. “One, this is not a date. And two, girls can wear dresses for themselves, not for men like you.”
Kai grinned widely at me. I realised I had fallen into his trap. He was trying to push my buttons and so far, he's been successful. I couldn't let him win, though. I had to calm down and get through this night. Otherwise I would probably never be getting out.
“Your temper is almost as bad as Damon’s,” Kai remarked.
I sighed, “Well you’re not making it easy to stay calm.”
“I know,” he chuckled, walking past me and to the dinner table. “I hope you like ravioli and mushrooms.”
“Did you make these or buy them?” I asked, walking towards the kitchen table.
“Made them. The Salvatores have lots of cook books. I might have stole them before you came,” he explained.
"Well, it smells great,” I admitted, beginning to take off my jacket.
“Glad you think so. Here, let me get this for you,” he slid over to me and took the jacket off my shoulders. He folded it and put it on the ledge of his couch.
“Thanks,” I said. He then pulled my chair out for me. I sat down, thanking him this time with a smile.
“Wine?” He asked, bringing a bottle over. “Yeah, sure,” I nodded.
He poured two glasses and placed one in front of me. He sat down and took a knife and fork.
“Dig in,” he offered. “This isn’t filled with like, cyanide, right?” I asked half-jokingly.
“Ha-ha. No. I worked really hard on these,” he said.
“Hm,” I hummed. I cut one of the raviolis in half and popped on in my mouth. My eyes widened as it tasted a lot better than I expected.
“Good, right?” Kai smiled.
“Very,” I nodded once I swallowed.
We ate in silence for a few moments. I was itching to talk to him about getting home. I took a long sip of wine before beginning to take.
“So um…. I’ve started to re-build the ascendent. It’s a lot harder than it looks, but I’m really close. I just have-”
“No,” Kai said suddenly. I furrowed my brows, “What?”
“No, we aren’t going to talk about that just yet. I want to get to know you,” he explained.
I rolled my eyes. “Why? All you need to know is my name and that I hate living here.”
He chuckled, “Not true. I have trust issues. So before I get involved with you, I need to know I can trust you. See, I didn’t trust Damon or Bonnie. I knew that they hated me from the second they met me. I knew that no matter what I would do, they would never give in to trusting me. You, however, you are so trusting. Didn’t you find it creepy that I, a strange man whom you met in a parking lot, offered you a ride?”
“Oh. I-I mean, I guess? But I needed a ride, anyways,” I said.
He shook his head with a smile. “No. Not a good enough reason. Any reasonable woman would have run away from me. You, though… You saw something good in me, didn’t you? You thought I was nice and cute. Maybe a little too forthcoming, but still you put some trust in me. And if you can trust me, maybe I can learn to trust you.”
“Is that why you didn’t let me go with them?” I asked, suddenly connecting the dots.
“Part of the reason. I knew that I had no chance of getting home with Damon and Bonnie. But with you, I knew that I had a chance. Even though you are just a human.”
“I am more than that,” I argued.
“And I’m sure you are! But you see, I don’t know that for sure because I don’t know anything about you. See what I’m getting at here?”
“Yeah, I see,” I grumbled. “Great! So let’s start with the first question. Why do you always wear that necklace?” He pointed to my neck.
“It was a gift,” I explained shortly, hoping he would notice the edge in my voice.
“From who?” He asked, the corners of his lips upturning in a smirk.
Of course he noticed. He just wasn’t going to stop.
“Family member.”
“C’mon, you gotta give me more. I can’t help you if I don't trust you.”
I slammed my fork down on the table. “So? There’s a lot of people in the world that you don’t trust fully, but sometimes you just have to help them! Like in school, you may not trust one of your classmates personally, but if they ask you for help on a math problem, you would help them, right? And plus, I don’t trust you. I never did, for the record. I just really want to get out of this place, which now I am believing is my personal hell, not your’s, but I can’t do that without you!”
Kai took a bite of his ravioli, taking his sweet time to chew and swallow. I clenched my knife, tempted to throw it into his carotid.
“Watch your temper, princess. If you keep yelling at me, then I definitely won’t help you.”
I closed my eyes and breathed in slowly, trying to calm myself down. “Fine. Sorry. I just don’t want to answer the questions about my necklace.”
“Oh, I know. That’s why I’m asking,” he grinned.
I rolled my eyes, settling back in my seat. “Please, don’t. It’s really personal.”
“You know, I killed my family. It can’t get any worse than that,” he shrugged.
“Yeah, well, this is worse to me,” I muttered. “What? Did you kill your whole family, too? Man, I didn’t know we were so similar,” he chuckled.
“No. They got murdered right in front of me,” I whispered out. Tears prickled the corners of my eyes. I lowered my gaze to my almost-empty plate. Thick, uncomfortable silence filled the room. I tried to fight the tears that threatened to fall, but as memories came back, I could no longer hold them off.
“I-I’m gonna go. Thanks for dinner, Kai.” My voice was hoarse as I spoke. I swallowed hardly, trying to clear my throat, but it felt like shards of glass were rubbing the sides of it.
I went to grab my jacket and wrapped it around me, reaching out for the doorknob, but Kai pulled me back. He wrapped his fingers around my wrist gently, but firmly. He tugged me back slightly, enough for me to turn around and look him in the eyes. The expression on his face was something that I had never seen on him before. He looked regretful, guilty; full of remorse. For once I didn’t feel annoyed or scared of him.
“I’m sorry that happened to you,” he spoke softly, his blue eyes boring into my e/c eyes.
“I-It’s alright. It’s not your fault,” I sniffled. “No… I-I should have known this was too personal for you to want to share,” he admitted.
“Yeah, well, I know how much you like to push my buttons,” I chuckled.
“I do. I admit that. But I really do want to get to know you.”
I narrowed eyes at him, crossing my arms around my chest and leaning back in my chair. “Why?”
“Because I… I think you’re interesting. When I was watching you and your friends, I was able to discover things. Things about Bonnie and Damon. But you… I couldn’t figure out a thing about you. You talk a lot to Damon, and I know you’re really close with Bonnie, but you’re still so private. I’m such an open person, so it was weird for me to see you be so closed-off, but outgoing at the same time,” he explained, his cheeks glowing pink as soon as he finished.
I couldn’t believe what I had heard him say. He was finally saying nice things about me in a sincere tone. I couldn’t help but smile and softened up. “Really?”
“Yeah,” He shrugged sheepishly. “Hm,” I buzzed.
“So, will you stay and we can get to know each other? I promise I won’t ask you about your family anymore,” he said.
I stared at him intensely. As much as I wanted to say no, every fiber in my body was screaming yes.
“Alright, sure. I’ll stay,” I nodded. I knew that if I said no, he probably wouldn't help me get back home, but I was actually looking forward to staying. It seemed as though my feelings for him were developing a lot quicker and stronger than I thought they ever would.
A bright smile lit up his face immediately. “Great! Do you want to continue eating? I have some ice cream, too, if you want.”
“Ice cream sounds good,” I answered. He nodded and let go of my wrist, walking to his freezer.
I felt alone and cold all of the sudden. I felt myself start to miss his hand on me, holding my arm. His skin was so warm and surprisingly soft. I wanted him to touch me all over.
“Take a seat on the couch.” His voice broke me out of my dirty thoughts.
I shrugged away the thoughts and made my way to the sofa, taking a seat and making myself comfortable.
“Do you want a blanket of anything?” He asked, setting down two bowls.
“I’m good for now, thanks,” I said, reaching her to grab a bowl. “F/f?” I asked.
“Yeah. This one of the few things I found out about you,” he smiled sheepishly, taking his bowl and sitting down next to you.
“Indeed I do. I assume you do, too?” I guessed. “Yep,” he nodded.
“Hm. So, what do you want to know about me?” I asked.
“What’s your favourite colour?”
“F/c.”
“Do you have any pets back at home?” He asked.
“I had a cat a few years ago. She died, though.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he frowned. “It's alright. She was 20, so she was bound to die soon,” I shrugged.
He nodded. “What’s life like back at home?”
I took a bite of ice cream, thinking for a few moments. “Fun. Busy, but really happy and colourful.”
“Are you in college?” He asked. “Yeah. Second year,” I answered.
“What’re you studying?”
“I’m majoring in human studies and minoring in art and design.”
“Sounds fun.”
“It is. And a little stressful,” I chuckled. He laughed with me, looking away from me for a moment and then looking back.
“Do you have a boyfriend, or girlfriend, back at home?” He asked.
“Nope. I’ve been single for a good couple years,” I said.
“You? Single? I find that hard to believe,” he snorted. “Why?” I asked, my heart fluttering just thinking about his answer.
Kai smiled softly at me. “Well, for starters, you’re beautiful. You’re strong and confident. You know what you want and have no issue in fighting for it. You’re a little hot-headed, but I find it attractive. You’re very smart; I see you reading almost everyday. You’re determined and dream big. I can tell you really care about your friends and family, despite how much you and Damon bickered. You’re like a girl in a novel or movie that other girls want to be.”
My whole face went warm at his explanation. My lips were upturned into the most cheek-aching smile, too.
“And you said it was hard to find things out about me,” I giggled, nudging his foot with mine.
“Well, I couldn’t find out personal things about you. That's all just from observation,” he shrugged, not seeming to be embarrassed.
I nodded, “Well, now you know a few personal things about me.”
“That I do.”
“I…. I thought you liked Bonnie, too,” I spoke my thoughts out loud.
“She’s beautiful, too. She’s also incredibly smart and intuitive. She’s very strong and nice. But you’re the one that really caught my eye.”
“Oh,” I smiled impossibly wider. “Well, good to know.”
“Yep,” he popped the ‘p’. I couldn't help but notice how his gaze dropped down to my upper chest, where my necklace sat.
“They died one and a half years ago,” I started.
His eyes flew up to mine. “You don’t have to-”
“No, no. It’s alright. Um… so it was at night. Everyone else was at the house, but I had snuck out to go to a party hosted by Caroline. At this time, I was involved with a vampire named Kol. He convinced me to go out. I knew it was wrong and I was going to get in trouble. I was what some would call a goody-two shoes. Anyways, I stayed out until like, 2 in the morning. I was getting tipsy and tired. So, Stefan, Damon’s brother, drove me home. When I first arrived at my house, it looked completely normal. It was quiet and peaceful. It wasn’t until I walked into my house when I knew something was wrong. There were lights on upstairs. It felt so tense, too. I could literally feel how tense and thick the air was.” I stared down at my ice cream for multiple minutes, blinking rapidly as tears fell.
“I went upstairs and that’s when I saw him. He was tall and wearing a ski-mask, like he was trying to rob us. I guess he had other things he wanted to do, too. He didn’t see me at first, though. It wasn’t until he shot my dad when I started to cry and that’s when he noticed me. I ran away though and into my sibling’s room. I saw that they were still were asleep and safe. So I did the first thing I thought was sensible. I called Stefan. I explained to him that someone had murdered my dad. And as I called him, I heard my mom scream,” I shuddered as her scream ringed in my ears.
“That’s when I heard the door being kicked open downstairs and I knew that Stefan was there. He had brought Caroline and Damon, too, with Bonnie. They were all here to help and I was so appreciative of them. I thought they were going to kill the guy, which was honestly what I wanted. But apparently, the murderer was a vampire. An old one, too, which meant he was stronger than everyone. My friends put up a good fight and I tried to get Andrew and Jenny out of the house, but as soon as we were going down the stairs, the murderer sped up to us and snapped both of their necks. I-It all happened so fast. I….I just couldn't register what was happening. They both just fell limp in my arms. I didn’t know what to do but cry. I was practically screaming while crying, cursing at the murderer. I tried to fight him, but I was so tired and weak, he almost ended up killing me, but luckily Stefan got to him the fastest and ripped his heart out. He fell right on top of me, too. I will never forgetting the weight I was feeling just then. Metaphorical and physical. I pushed him off of me and collapsed into Stefan’s arms. He held me for what seemed like forever until I stopped crying.”
I felt Kai move closer to me, putting a comforting hand on my hand. I smiled softly at him, letting out a deep breath as I was about to finish the story.
“I didn’t come to school for four months after that. I didn’t even come out of my room during that time. My friends took turns everyday taking care of me. Stefan was on cooking duty, Caroline, Elena, and Bonnie switched roles of helping me bathe, getting me to eat, trying to get me to take a step out of bed. Damon and Jeremy provided the jokes and funny stories to try and get me to feel better. Alaric, who was acting like Elena and Jeremy’s parent, adopted me into their family. He said it was Elena and Jeremy’s idea and he agreed fully. After my grieving period, I moved in with the Gilberts. Elena and Jeremy called me their sister and I fell into that role. It was nice to have a family again. It was nice to have siblings again. To have a parent again. I knew it wasn’t real, though. Jeremy and Elena acted like it was real, though. They were so welcoming of having me as a sister, it was just so good. Once I went to college, though, I tried to get a little more independent. Bonnie was gone, actually, so all I had was Caroline and Elena. But we made it work. I’m so thankful for all of them. They really helped me and never gave up on me. Even when I threw fits about getting out of bed,” I smiled at the memories of them helping me.
“Anyways,” I shifted on the couch. “The summer before college, I ended up cremating my family and spreading them across the Pacific Ocean, thanks to Damon who gladly took me on a trip.”
“Wow,” Kai breathed out. “I know,” I chuckled.
“You have really great friends. I’m sorry that all happened to you,” he said. “I-I can’t imagine what you went through. And what you’re still going through.”
“Yeah, well, I’m the survivor here. You’re an actual murderer,” I smirked.
He laughed, “True. You know, if you know that I’m a murderer, then why do you agree to spend time with me?”
I sighed and set the empty bowl of ice cream on the table. “Well, you’re right. I am trusting. I see the good in people and I see the good in you. When I was about to walk out the door, I saw the good in you. I see the good in you now. You can be good, Kai. I know it’s hard considering what you have been through, but you are just as much as a survivor as I am.” I intertwined our fingers and put my other hand on his forearm.
“You were abused as a child. You were punished for being different. And although that doesn’t excuse you killing your siblings, you still deserve love. I don’t know how being in a coven works, but I do know how being in a family works. You’re supposed to love each other and your father didn’t give you that love. Sure, you’re a little… eccentric at times, but you still have feelings like everyone else. I know Damon and Bonnie called you a sociopath, and I know I did, too, but now that I’ve seen this side of you, I know you’re different. You should be able to resent your father for being blamed for being a siphoner. Which, by the way, I think it really cool, honestly. I-I’m sorry for yelling at you and getting really mad all those times,” I apologised, looking at him in the eyes to know I was sincere.
He shrugged with a smile, “Well I didn’t make it easy on you.”
I laughed, “No, you did not. Anyways… You are a survivor Kai. A survivor of your family and this world. You deserve a lot more than you think.”
“Thank you. I guess that’s true,” he said.
I smiled and leaned into him, “I know it’s true.”
He smiled at me, his hand tightening around mine. My eyes trailed down to his lips, ogling them for a good few moments.
“Does the necklace has pictures of them?” Kai asked.
I leaned away immediately, my hand slipping out of his. “Yeah, do you want to see them?”
He nodded, moving closer to me so our thighs were touching. I took off the necklace, opening it up and showing him the left side where my parent’s picture sat.
“That’s my dad, Owen, and that’s my mom, Louisa,” I pointed.
“You look just like your mom,” Kai muttered.
I looked to my right, seeing that he was staring right at me. I blushed a little, looking down shyly. “Yeah. We got our genes from our mom.”
“Are they Andrew and Jenny?” He pointed to the right side of the locket.
“Yep. Andrew is 10 and Jenny is 13,” I said.
“They look like good kids,” he commented. “They were. I often wish that it was me who died instead of them,” I murmured.
“Why?”
“Because I was the one who snuck out that night. Plus, my mom and I were having some relationship issues. She was always so irritated with me and criticizing everything I did. The last thing I said to her that night was “I hate you. I wish I had a different mom.”,” My lips were pulled down in a deep frown.
“Well, you didn’t mean that, right?” Kai guessed.
“I didn’t,” I shook my head. “Well, that’s all that matters,” he said.
I nodded and looked up at him.
“You have a little… Here,” he said and lifted up his hand. He cupped my cheek, his thumb running across my cheekbone, wiping a few tears away.
My breath hitched as I felt myself leaning towards him. There was like this magnetic pull that I was feeling. I knew I couldn’t fight it if I tried. His eyes met mine, staring intensely at me. My eyes flickered down to his lips. They looked so soft. So pink. So unbelievably kissable. I was about to close the space in-between us when Kai stopped me.
He put his hand on my shoulder, pushing me back.
“What? Did I read the situation wrong? I’m so sorry,” I rushed out, getting up from the couch.
Kai’s hand grabbed my forearm roughly, pulling me back down on the couch.
“No, it’s not that. You read the situation totally right it's just that… I’ve never kissed anyone before,” he admitted, looking down shyly.
I smiled softly, reaching my hand out for his. “It’s alright. We don’t have to do anything. It’s late, anyways. I should get going.” I looked at the clock, noticing that it was 9:30.
“Or you can stay and we can watch a movie?” He suggested. “Sure,” I nodded with a smile. “Can I take my shoes off?”
“Yeah, of course. Actually um, do you want a change of clothes?” He asked.
“Yeah, if you don’t mind,” I nodded.
“Sweatpants and t-shirt work for you?” He asked.
“It definitely does,” I said. “Great. I’ll be right back, go ahead and make yourself comfortable,” he said, getting up from the couch.
I smiled and nodded, taking my shoes and jacket off. I leaned back on the couch, sighing. I could not believe I was making nice with someone who tried to kill me. Damon was right. My type is crazy.
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