#[ rip elena he's going to be a little shit ]

[hiveruled-moved]

Admittedly he's a bit amused of the amount of PRECAUTIONS the staff takes in securing him in the chair, even going as far as to give one of the guards a playful, suggestive smirk when he kneels down to cuff his ankles which earns a grumble of disgust. They were all IDIOTS. He didn't attack anyone at random, there was always method and reasoning. And to kill the therapist his own lawyer hired to help out with his sentencing? That seemed very counterproductive. But there was no point in arguing about it, the guards already exited the room.

Instead, the next time someone enters the room, it's a beautiful young woman carrying papers and sporting a smile that BRIGHTLY contrasts the dullness of their surroundings. Yet Kai only stares at Elena, watching her take a seat across from him at the table in complete silence, his eyes occasionally and shamelessly traveled down to her open shirt.

At her query however, suddenly the convict's head tilts subtly to the side. " If a shrink says that I'm crazy I'll have the possibility of an insanity plea to shorten my sentence. " Kai leans back the best that he can in the chair, feeling the UNWAVERING tug of metal on his wrists with a slow, but annoyed exhale. " So, yes, Dr. Gilbert. I'm well aware you're here because you wanna root around my brain. How many years of experience do you have in this field exactly? "

@hiveruled

She'd never imagined one of her first clients to be something like this. At all. Elena had decided she would be a consulting therapist rather than have her own practice, and that had come after the decision to leave premed and go into psychology. She'd wanted to help people like her dad, but in a way that she had needed help for majority of her life at this point. Maybe She'd never have gotten caught up in all the supernatural business if she'd had a good therapist.

This is what she's thinking about as she's led into the prison, patted down, and sent through several metal detectors; the fact that she needed something like this a very long time ago. And maybe she can help the seemingly insane if she tries hard enough.

And judging by what she's found about this particular person just online alone...she's got her work cut out for her.

"Hi -- I'm Dr. Gilbert," she introduces herself with a signature smile, sitting across from Kai and doing her best to ignore the fact that he's handcuffed to the table. His ankles are, too. Elena exhales a breath, and opens a notebook along with the file she's put together on him.

"Do you know why I'm here?" Probably best to start easy, right?

[romanoffsbish]

Mom, Dad, I’m…

Wanda Maximoff x R

Blackhill ; Bishova ; Stony ; BuckySam

Happy Pride Angels, 🌈❤️

Warnings: Attempts at Humor. Heteros.

"Detka, can you go get some tomatoes from the garden? Steve already ate all of the freaking salsa," Wanda grumbled dramatically, falling into your arms as you were mid conversation with Natasha and Maria about their work.

"He probably intended to bottom tonight," Natasha remarks with a shit stirring grin, you cackled in solidarity, but the both of you stopped when your wives stood shoulder to shoulder with a menacing tilt to their heads.

——

"Welp, those tomatoes aren't gonna pick themselves," you noted before running off, you avoided looking back, afraid to see Natasha's stony glare as you abandoned her with them.

Every man for themselves a mantra you live by, well, only when it comes to angry spouses. As an Avenger you were as selfless as the rest, but now you got to be more selfish in retirement.

Natasha, unfortunately, was your victim.

When you entered the massive greenhouse you took a second to admire your wives handiwork. The brunette had a knack for gardening, a green thumb if you will. The greenhouse was her go to place to find her zen after a day of dealing with you, Billy, Tommy, and Ella.

The witch loved you all, her beautiful family, but some days the lot of you made her feel a tad bit homicidal. On those days she gardened.

It wasn't hard to find the tomatoes, they were ripe and ready on a set of entangled vines. But before you could bring it to her, you were too enamored by the conversation your kids were having in their little cove behind the garden.

"I can't do it," Tommy groaned. "Yeah they just won't understand," Morgan Stark agreed with him, and you leaned in to hopefully garner more context for their troubled minds.

"At least Uncle Tony is bi," Raina Belova countered, "He'll be more understanding."

"Have you met our dad?" Anthony, the only Jr present, said in an incredulous manner. "He even claims Fido is gay, he's totally unhinged."

You had to put a hand over your mouth, the amusement you were experiencing was unreal.

"Couldn't be us," Elena teased, "I'm gay as hell, and Bryce here is both queer and nonbinary."

Oh goodness... Never in your days did you expect your kids to keep secrets from you, but for it to be such a silly one it honestly made you want to interrupt the conversation at hand.

To remind them that no matter what, you'd all continue to love them, but it was too funny.

"Mama is going to be mad," Celeste Belova added, "She always said being gay is the way."

"I thought she was ace?" Billy inquired. "She is, but that doesn't make her any less gay."

After the conversation moved on to who they were crushing on you snuck back to the party. The overall consensus being that every last one of your collective brood, besides your youngest, Ella, who was only five, and Natasha and Maria's powerful duo, said they're straight.

"Where have you been?" You ignored your wife, handing her the basket of ingredients while calling all of your friends to the dining room. Tony whined, "What is so important?"

"You guys will not believe what I just heard..."

Wanda rolled her eyes as you spun your tale, she chopped up the tomatoes, jalapeños and onions as you enamored the group of friends.

"Thank God we're safe," Maria teased, turning to her wife with a genuinely relieved smile. "Right? Can you imagine having to attend two straight weddings? And pretend to like it?"

"Oh jeez," you gasped, "I didn't think of that."

Wanda tossed the ingredients into a bowl as the lot of you bantered back and forth, her patience already running thin with you all.

"Y/N, this joke isn't funny." Yelena shook her head in defiance when you reminded her that this wasn't a joke. "You don't know what you are talking about. Must be hearing loss..."

Kate put a hand on her wife's shoulder, "It's true Lena, they've both told me already."

"You traitor!" Yelena ripped her arm away as if the raven haired woman had burned her skin.

You now worried that you'd inspired divorces.

"No," Tony gasped, shaking his head in fear as the unexpected reality set in. "You're lying, you have to be. No son of mine is straight!"

"Honey," Steve called out for him, "It'll be okay, we always knew it would be a possibility."

"It most certainly is not okay," he grimaced, then in a flash he was outside, calling for your children to gather around the hibachi station.

"Where's the fire pops?" Morgan jests, but quickly zips her lips as she sees her dad looking as if he was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Tell me Y/N's lying," he pleads, "That you're not straight, my fragile ticker can't take this."

"Tony!" Steve shrieked, "Don't use an old ailment to guilt the kids into being gay..."

"Stay out of this babe!" He growled, "As far as I am concerned they're gay. Y/N's a liar."

"Am not!" You gasped, "They're all heteros."

"Not us!" Bryce interjected. "We're queer."

"That's our precious babies," Natasha coo'd, arms opened wide for her kids to run into, and the both of their teens instantly ran at her.

Bucky and Sam had entered your backyard just as the revelation took place. You all watched as they took three steps back, baby carrier in hand as they looked to your kids as if they were all diseased. "We're just being cautious."

You snorted softly, "We understand fellas."

Wanda glared at you, but you remained unfazed for now. Too busy finding the dramatics entertaining to see the horror. Wanda saw it though, she looked out to see all of the kids wearing terrified expressions. She was about to console them, but then a fight broke out beside you, and you had to laugh.

"This is all your fault Kate Belova!" Yelena shrieked, "It was all of that organic mac and cheese you fed them when I was on missions!"

"Mac and cheese being healthy doesn't make a child straight," Kate shrieked back, hands running down her face as she realized her plans for a peaceful barbecue ended with this.

"If it had been orange they might have been more connected to the rainbow Kate!" Yelena went on, "It's like our gay power source."

"Well, with Wanda's garden the kids eat the entire rainbow and look at them, straight."

Yelena found your assistance unwelcome, "Keep out of this Y/N Maximoff. Your kids aren't all old enough to say yet, you still have a chance! Mine are all done... Stupid preteens"

"Well, that's not exactly true," you reasoned, "None of you have been to college yet, that's when you'll really know if you're gay or not."

Natasha, Yelena and Tony all nodded, they found your reasoning the most logical. It was a lot easier than accepting they're all straight.

"Okay, that's enough!" Wanda interjected, her tone terrifying, "Look at what you're doing to them. They can't help it if they're straight."

"I wanna be gay like mama," Ella murmured, clearly she just wanted to fit in with the crowd, and therefore you praised her, "Smart girl."

Wanda entered your mind with a warning, she smirked as you lifted Ella onto your hip, then you fell into unexpected silence by her side.

"Haha, you're like so whipped, "Yelena cackled.

Wanda glared at her. "You don't scare me wiggly woo, my kids being straight is enough."

"Yelena," Kate sighed, "Knock it off, and try telling the girls that you love them."

"Of course I love them," she rushed out angrily, "That's not even a question, they're moy deti."

(My babies)

Celeste and Raina ran into the blondes side, their tears of relief soaked into her shirt, and made her see they were genuinely scared this would lose them her love. "Shh, mama loves you always, even if you make dumb choices."

Tony and Steve were in a standoff of sorts, the billionaire sipped on his margarita slowly as they appeared to be having a conversation with only their eyes. Tony rolled his, but after a moment of incoherent grumbling he nodded. Morgan and Tony Jr. approached their dads after being called forward, Steve embraced them first, and wholly. Tony gave them both side hugs, and whispered that he just needed time to cope, but he loved them regardless.

Then you heard him brush by with his son, begging him to take it back, only to find out his son was in a long term relationship with a girl. That study buddy of his was so much more...

Like father, like son you suppose.

You looked out to see your boys stood side by side, Billy gripped Tommy's hand for dear life. Wanda was about to call them over, but you beat her to it as guilt overwhelmed your heart. The boys scurried over, and Wanda sent you an adoring smile as you kissed the both of their heads, and hugged them tight. "I love you," falling from all of your lips in succession.

After everyone had time to process the news, the vibe returned to one of relaxation. Wanda set up the grill for Sam, and the master chef himself began to put on a show for everyone.

Once the plates were served you all moved to the fire pit, where you talked about all you'd missed in each other's life while the younger kids sat in front of the projector playing Up.

Then, as the sun officially fell, everyone began to clear out. Saying their goodbyes at the front door, where you hugged each kid, an apology of sorts on your lip for the drama you stirred. Each one forgave you, some even thanked you for finally getting the conversation over with.

When everyone was officially gone you moved back outside to clean up. Tommy helped you, while Billy helped clean the kitchen so that Wanda could focus on Ella's bath, and bedtime.

It was an entire hours worth of work, you were beyond exhausted as you fell into the mattress. You nearly passed out without your wife, but soon enough Wanda slipped into the bed. She wore a thoughtful expression, weighing out whether to disturb you or not, but she soon reasoned you'd appreciate her words, "Detka..."

"Yes baby?" You rolled onto your side, using your elbow to prop yourself up so you could look down at her. She looked to you with a warm smile, then she was yawning, "Don't worry." She paused to pull you into her arms before whispering in your ear: "Billy was not being honest. We do indeed have a gay son."

You laughed so hard tears streamed down your face and pooled in the crook of your equally as amused wife's neck. That was the last thing you expected to hear from her, if anything you had anticipated a continuation of her scolding.

"I'll scold you more tomorrow," she teased, "But for now, we should get some sleep."

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[seriesxwriting]

Hi can you write something when the reader helps him with his bloodlust and humanity. You know when he had humanity off and Elena went to Damon but the reader stayed and she helped him with it like put blood in his drink, let him drink from her she wasn't afraid of him, she was there she is the only way to get him back.

Thank you for this request, I’ve just started uni recently so I haven’t even thought about posting so that’s why it’s taken me so long! I’m so sorry about the wait but I’m back now!! Enjoy <3

Id go to the ends of the earth to bring you back

Character: Damon Salvatore x y/n

Series: The vampire diaries

Summary: Request!! you go to find Damon to bring him back. And maybe slide in the fact that you’re in love with him too?

Warnings: Blood, cutting, kissing, blood sharing? Maybe swearing too?

I heard the front door open and my body jolted up right. I ripped the blanket off of me and bounced up desperate to see who was at the door. Praying it was Damon. I paced toward the hall way and saw Stefan standing at the end. “Stefan? Did you find him?” I blinked not moving any other muscle. I didn’t know what u wanted his answer to be. If he had found him then why wasn’t he here?

“Yes” Stefan answered, slowly. He looked at the ground as if he was hiding something.

“What? What is it?” I swallowed taking a few steps towards the vampire.

“I think Damon may have lied- his blood lust is higher than he explained” Stefan admitted, scratching the back of his neck. He edged towards me and took my hands in his.

“He’s really craving- badly- he wouldn’t listen to me- it’s off y/n” Stefan shook his head as if disappointed in his brother, or maybe even himself.

“Shit- did he- kill?” I stuttered, crossing my toes hoping Stefan wouldn’t give me news I didn’t want.

“Not yet… he’s trying to fight it” “I need to see him Stefan” I hurried, grabbing my coat off the coat rack.

“Y/n he could hurt you please don’t go after him when he’s like this” “Stefan” I sighed turning to him.

“I can’t let him kill someone, he will hurt too much after realising what he’s done- I can save him from that guilt”

Stefan smiled at me. “You like him don’t you?”.

“Something like that” I chewed my lip, looking down to the floor. Stefan nodded, never losing his smile.

“You’ll be careful won’t you?”

“Of course, he won’t hurt me Stefan I know he won’t” I rubbed his arm before throwing my coat on myself and grabbing my keys from the side table.

“And you’ll call me if you need me?” He desperately asked, with wide eyes. I could see their shine from the other end of the corridor.

“Stay by your phone” I nodded my head grabbing the door handle and pulling it open. And with that I left the safety of the Salvatore house. And went to find a rouge vampire. I didn’t know he wasn’t going to hurt me, I hoped he wouldn’t but I didn’t know. What I did know was that I needed to try.

The last place Stefan went to look for Damon had been the bridge, so that was where I was going to go. As I was driving along the dark road my mind wondered away at all the outcomes what was to come.

Out of nowhere I see something big and black in the middle of the road. My eyes widened and I slammed on my breaks skidding to a halt. The night was quiet and a little foggy, nothing was around for miles apart from trees and more trees.

I blinked coming to reality but when I looked back to the road there was no one there. Nothing there.

“What the hell?” I breathed looking around. Curiosity got the better of me and I opened my car door stepping out side into the dark.

I immediately felt cold and wrapped my coat around me tighter. I looked around to see if I could see where it went.

Suddenly I felt hands on my shoulders and a man was standing in front of me. His hand push my head down exposing my neck as his mouth was wide open showing his long fangs.

“DAMON!” I screamed just in time.

He stopped and his grip loosened. I looked up at his face, it had dropped. He looked scared. His hands dropped off me and he took a step back shaking his head and turning on his heels.

“Where are you going!” I shouted before he could leave.

“I’m so sorry” he shook his head. still facing away from me.

“You didn’t hurt me” I told him walking round so I could look at him.

“I almost did! I almost killed you!” He protested backing away again leaving space between us. I could see how much he was straining.

“What are you doing here anyway?” He blinked at me, actually looking into my eyes now.

“Looking for you…” I trailed off slowly because he was already shaking his head again.

“Go home- or go back to Stefan” he tried to walk off again.

“Damon wait!” I called out running after him and grasping his hand in mine.

“No im not safe right now! You need to get away from me” he tried to pull away but i wouldn’t let him. “I can’t be around you what don’t you understand!”.

“You need to talk to me! You can’t expect me to go away and worry about you being out here alone! I need you to tell me how I can help” I cried out interlocking our fingers while he shook his head.

“You can’t help me! I flipped my switch you need to leave me alone” he snatched his hand away from me. He was slipping away, I could feel him going, his humanity getting further away.

He began to walk off again. My heart beat faster and I looked around for inspiration. On the floor was a glass bottle which someone has clearly thrown out the window.

I grabbed a shard and slid it across my wrist so that it began bleeding. Damon automatically stopped in his tracks. I slowly walked back to him.

“What are you doing” he eyed me dangerously. I put my wrist up to his face and watched as his eyes began to change. “Stop it!” He growled. “Are you trying to get your self killed?”.

“Drink it” I ordered. He was straining, trying not to work with me, trying not to come back. I put my other hand behind his head, in his hair and moved my head closer. “I’m here Damon, I trust you, drink it”.

I moved it closer and his teeth sank into my wrist giving in. I exhaled, never feeling a feeling like it before. As he drank more his body loosened and his hands pulled me in closer. One wrapped around my waist and the other locked in with the fingers of the wrist he was drinking from.

When he stopped drinking he stared into my eyes not blinking once.

“Why would you do that for me?”.

“Because I love you Damon” I whispered not being scared anymore. Maybe it was the feeling of blood sharing which made me forget how vulnerable that sentence made me.

His pupils widened as the words lingered in the air. And just like that his eyelids fluttered shut. Opening a few seconds later. It was on. He was back.

He didn’t say anything, just launched himself forward kissing me. I’d waited so long for him to do that. I’d thought about so many different ways it would have happened, but never like this. However I wasn’t complaining. One of his hands hand up to the back of my head gently as our kiss deepened. He tasted of blood but that didn’t matter, it was finally happening.

Damon pulled away with his forehead on mine.

“I love you too y/n”.

“You’re back?” I whispered, double checking as I caught my breath.

“I’m back gorgeous, I’m back”. I smiled and pulled him into kiss me again.

“Thank you” he whispered against my lips.

“I’d go to the ends of the earth to bring you back Damon”.

Masterlist of Masterlists-

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[maddiehu7]

Honorable | Elijah Mikealson

Chapter 3

"Alice is soundly sleeping and won't remember a moment of this horribly stupid day" Damon sighs out when the doors slam open three men coming barging in

"We're here to meet the doppelgänger" one says looking towards Elena

"Thank you for coming" Elena speaks up trying to go towards them

"I will break your arm" Damon whispers holding her back

"There's nothing here for you" I say looking towards them, in the past couple days I've grown fond of Elena even though she's kinda stupid, all of a sudden Elijah pops up ripping the hearts out of one of the men I immediately stand on guard

"Who are you?" Elijah questions the other two men as rose speeds out of the room

"Who are you?" They repeat his question

"I'm Elijah" he says in a deep baritone voice, there faces clouding with realization

"We were gonna bring her to you...for klaus, she's the doppelgänger, I don't know how she exist but she does, klaus would wanna see her" one of the men says sacredly

"Dose anyone else know that your here" Elijah asks looking towards me curiously, I look back questionably

"No"

"Well then you have been incredibly helpful" Elijah says looking away from me towards the men ripping there hearts, he looks back towards me walking to me but Damon stands in front of me I look at him with surprise

"What do you want with her" Damon says getting ready for a fight, Elijah just smiles before speeding towards me grabbing me and rushing out before Damon can realize what happened

"What the hell?!" I say pushing him away from me, now outside on the woods somewhere

"Scarlett Jayne, vampire hunter" he says looking at me in the eyes

"Elijah mikealson, original vampire" I say back mockingly, he smiles

"Why would a vampire hunter be so close with Damon Salvatore?" He questions

"I'm not close with him" I say back confused as to why he cares anyway

"Hm...not what it looked like" he says looking up at the sky

"Who gives a shit anyway?!" I say getting tired of this game, he looks back down at me tilting his head to the side when all of a sudden he's in front of me, I jump back feeling a tree behind me, he just smirks closing the little space between us, I try to move back more but I'm trapped

"Stay away from Damon Salvatore" he states simply

"Excuse me?!" I look at him incredulously

"You heard me" he says seriously, his brown eyes staring deeply into mine

"You can't tell me what to do" I say getting a little nervous at the proximity to this dashing vampire, he just laughs lightly before grabbing me and zipping me back into the room with Damon and Elena and leaving quickly

"What the hell?! You ok?" Damon comes up to me confused and slightly concerned

"Yeah-yeah I'm ok" I say trying to make sense of what just happened in my head

@spnaquakindgdom

[averseunhinged]

wip wednesday i made it wooooooo

this is the only even remotely coherent section of the all human actors au that has been making me cry tears of blood. yes, there is still a bracket. no, i didn't even try to figure it out. i am TIRED.

it's mildly raunchy crack. like pg-13, probs? idk.

In the car on the way home, Klaus made an ill-considered midnight call to his sister, given that Rebekah was three hours ahead in New York City, where she’d been shooting a sit-com about struggling models for the past month. She probably would have been less alright with it if Klaus hadn’t spent the whole call whining about how he’d met the girl he was going to marry, but she thought he was a loser. He woke up the next afternoon to cottonmouth, a deeper sense of foreboding than usual, and about fifty text messages, first from Rebekah, and then from the group chat with the rest of his siblings, deservedly ripping the shit out of Klaus.

The third time he met Caroline was at an industry do, this time much less a party than a press event. [SUPER POPULAR FILM FRANCHISE] hadn’t come out yet, but his Times profile had, which was simultaneously the most horrifying portrait and the most accurate. He’d been giving a lot of thought to the person he was versus the person he wanted to be, and it was all weighing on him. So, when he saw Caroline, his first impulse probably shouldn’t have been that this was his chance. If he’d been thinking more clearly, he probably would have realized that he wasn’t in the best headspace.

“Bekah,” he breathed to his sister, because of course Rebekah was there. Rebekah had been witness to every crushing defeat of Klaus’s life. “She’s here.”

And because Rebekah was a bloodhound for Klaus’s humiliation, she immediately picked up what Klaus was putting down. “Who? The girl you’re going to marry? Where?”

Klaus surreptitiously pointed out where Caroline was standing in a cluster with a few other women, but he was already on the move by the time Rebekah was hissing, “Oh, fuck! Wait, Nik. Goddammit.”

And the thing was, Klaus was a bit foolish. He knew this. He wasn’t unintelligent, but outside of his career, he’d never been known for making well-reasoned decisions. He was impulsive, and while he’d shaken off much of the resentment and aimless rage of his late teens and early twenties, his temper still fueled his choices at times. He wanted to change, was actively trying with some measure of success, but it was an ongoing process. He was all the way across the room before he realized Caroline was surrounded by a veritable coven of women he didn’t want to attempt to flirt in front of. One of the Petrova quadruplets—either Amara or Elena, given that he knew Katerina and knew Tatia—Bonnie-fucking-Bennett, who was flawlessly styled and probably still had no idea who he was, and Hayley Marshall, who had spent years watching Klaus try to make removing his shirt while wearing elf ear prosthetics sexy for MTV and getting into on-set fistfights with Kai Parker for being a smug little fuck who couldn’t be bothered to show up for his call times. So, Klaus was stuck without any chance of a classy retreat.

Regardless, he managed to collect a cheek kiss from Hayley, finally introduced himself to Bonnie, did the awkward yes, our siblings are fucking nod with confirmed-to-be-Elena, and greeted Caroline for a socially appropriate amount of time. It broke down when he had to make a conscious effort not to focus the entirety of his attention on her, with middling success, if Rebekah’s almost silent snickering and Hayley’s bemusement were anything to go by. But after a few minutes, he was, if not relaxed, at least doing a reasonable facsimile of charming and was a bit blindsided when Lorenzo St. John seemed to materialize out of nowhere to press a glass of white wine into Caroline’s hand and wrap a proprietary arm around her waist. Klaus had never met him before, though being in separate wings of the same franchise allowed for a very few degrees of separation, but Klaus couldn’t blame the man when he spent the entirety of their introduction and subsequent conversation watching Caroline with a cross between adoration and hunger so intense that Klaus felt uncomfortable witnessing it.

Eventually, Elena was pulled away by a director with more industry pull than was necessarily warranted. Hayley excused herself to hit the bar again, and Klaus knew her well enough to interpret her shrug and half-smile as better luck next time, pal. Finally, he made up a barely sensical excuse about not having mingled enough and dragged Rebekah away, who parted from Caroline with a hug and farewell that spoke of more familiarity than he’d been aware of.

“Well,” Rebekah said, like the unsympathetic twat she was, “I do believe she’s the girl he’s going to marry, too.”

Klaus pointed a finger at Rebekah, as disgruntled as ever that his younger sister had inherited both their mother’s sweet, lovely face and her innate, bloody-minded sadism. Klaus might have been taller and bulkier, but the extra mercilessness made the difference for Rebekah whenever they’d brawled over snacks, or the remote, or one of her useless, cockwomble boyfriends.

“You knew!” he hissed. “You knew I was going to make a fool out of myself!”

“Hey, there’s no stopping you when you’re on a mission to embarrass yourself. It’s one of your more endearing qualities. And you never said who she was.” Rebekah shrugged. “She’s on my show. Just started filming last month. I don’t know her very well, but I knew she had a boyfriend doing some off-Broadway, avant-garde bullshit with those Augustine lunatics.”

Klaus sighed and slumped a little bit. Rebekah patted him on the shoulder in their family’s typical manner of reluctant, suspicious affection and wandered off to find Stefan, who tended to spend these things hiding behind a pillar, or a large plant, or on one memorable occasion, a standee of himself, and drinking with the quiet desperation of an introvert who might have to talk to people he didn’t know.

The last Klaus saw of Caroline, Enzo was nuzzled into her temple, saying something for only her to hear. Her head was thrown back, laughing, and she looked like everything Klaus had ever wanted.

(But was terrified he’d never find.)

Life went on. Klaus’s world changed dramatically when [SUPER POPULAR FRANCHISE MOVIE] was a hit on an unexpected scale. The box office returns were obscene, and because Klaus got in on the ground floor and his agent was great at her job, he suddenly had more money, and far more fame, than he knew what to do with. But with that came the freedom to do the projects he really wanted to do. Really cared about. So, he was busy. And he was still trying to be better, be the person he wanted to be, not the person it was easy to be.

But he also had too many first dates and hardly any second ones, before he and Aurora decided to get back together for the fourth time. Predictably, it blew up in a final, spectacular way when Klaus had to spend an obscene amount of time in transit, traveling from his shooting location in Hungary to hers in Vancouver and back, just to find out she was fucking around on him again. The thing about Aurora was that she never overtly cheated, because there was always a nebulousness about where he fit into her life that manifested in her casually dating other men without calling it dating. It had been the perfect arrangement for him when he was twenty-three and more cheekbones than brains, but that wasn’t who Klaus wanted to be anymore.

He tried to take a step back after that, but the next time he was in L.A., he slept with a stylist he’d worked with a few times before. Then, he went back to London for his thirtieth birthday, got ratarsed on celebratory Nebbiolo with his best mate from RADA, and had an accidental threesome with Lucien and his fiancé. This resulted in a hungover call to Freya the next morning that was an unflattering shade of gay panic to his only queer sibling—aside from Henrik, who didn’t deserve to be subjected to Klaus’s post-coital regrets—over being a newly thirty-year-old celebrity who tried butt stuff for the first time and didn’t hate it. Freya was a good enough sister that she didn’t hold it against Klaus, but also enough his sibling that she nearly choked to death on her tea, laughing, and crisply informed him that even primarily straight men had prostates.

So, it’s not like he was pining. He wasn’t. But there was a certain level of wistfulness on the rare occasion when he did think of Caroline, which he tried not to do very often, given that he was certain the next time he heard anything about her, it would be because she was engaged to an increasingly renowned British actor with what Klaus could only hope would someday be a hairline that receded more than his own.

(Except it wasn't.)

[tothestarsinvelaris]

(please no spoilers if interacting w/ this post. i have somehow avoided all TOG spoilers and know nothing more than the lil blurb on the back of the book and what i have read so far. thx <3)

{Finished reading Empire of Storms and Tower of Dawn}

hahahahaahaahaah!!!!! nobody told me I would be sobbing!!! I should have known, but instead I blindly and happily danced through these books until my heart was ripped out and thrown on the ground!!

(major spoilers below bc I need to write it out in order to begin processing what the hell happened?!)

Maeve is so evil I literally cannot process it. The entire scene with her on the beach with Aelin, Gavriel, Fenrys, Lorcan, Manon, Elide.... oh my heart.. I don't think I breathed during that entire scene. I literally had to stop reading to ready myself when Aelin took those lashes...

Rowan getting to the beach and growling out "where is my wife" actually shattered my heart. Maeve talking about how she faked the mating bond with Rowan and Lyria, and that Rowan and Aelin were actually mates?! ughhhhh His Fireheart. His equal, his friend, his lover. His wife. His mate. stopppppppppp i'm sobbbinnngggg

Lorcan realizing what he had actually done, what he didn't do for Aelin and Rowan.. him sobbing because he realized he destroyed everything and betrayed them... the way I know his heart just shattered over and over at Elide saying she wished he suffered forever and then completely ignoring him. the way he goes to Rowan and says he will go with him to save Aelin... oh my gosh idk why I love him so much, but I really do and I'm gonna need a Lorcan redemption arc in the next book or I will create a headcanon that nobody will ever be able to convince me isn't real. fix it bro!!

Lysandra being willing to pretend to be Aelin, to take Rowan as her king and sire children with Aedion to keep up the guise if needed.... ohhhh... to willingly give up her freedom for Aelin, for the world, after everything she went through... that woman is amazing.

I'm so mad that I like Aelin and Dorian so much bc I don't want either one of them to die for this stupid bullshit Elena pulled 1000 years ago!!! I'm so mad that I love all these damn characters so much!!

Chaol and Yrene getting married is honestly so damn cute okay!?! The life-bond?! ugh I love them so much. such a cute little bright spot in these books. the way that she's the light for his darkness is so fucking cute (and so elriel coded). Chaol seeing the note that Yrene carries with her and recognizing the handwriting!! ohhhhh man

All the favors that Aelin called in, everyone showing up for her like the damn Avengers movie?! Literally everyone, every single person she showed kindness to over her life, everyone showing up and being there to fight for her and with her to save the damn world.. Ansel, Ilias, Galan, the thousands and thousands they brought with them... and Aelin doesn't even know it. Rowan's cousins turning on Maeve's fleet in the battle?! ohhhh my heart is made of tears.

The 13 showing up because Abraxos (sweetest lil flower sniffing bby) went and found them, and they all followed bc they knew he would bring them to Manon. And how they fought instantly, and fell into step with Rowan, Dorian, and Aedion!?

How when Gavriel was called to Maeve, he left his shield around not only Aedion, but also Lysandra because he just knows and cares about them even if Aedion wants nothing to do with him. :( The way Gavriel has been kind of a sweetie the whole time and I just want to hug everyone in this damn series.

and the godsdamned ships in these books!!! ohhhhh my gosh!!! (idk any ship names bc I'm desperately avoiding spoilers still holy shit) Rowan x Aelin | Dorian x Manon | Lorcan x Elide | Chaol x Yrene | Nesryn x Sartaq | Aedion x Lysandra oooooooohhh myyyyy goodness!!

gosh, the way that everything is just connected, even the gods are represented in so many of them. the way the threads are there and always have been, pushing everyone along, pushing the plot along and putting all the puzzle pieces together slowly and perfectly and now it's all coming together. Ugh a series in which a re-read is well worth it so you can pick up on all the little bits and pieces throughout!! I can't wait to read theories and breakdowns and everything that people have connected and figured out over the years once I finish Kingdom of Ash!!

[anhed-nia]

BLOGTOBER 10/27/2024: SCARAB

I always say that an interestingly bad movie is far better than a conventionally good movie, and SCARAB is here to prove that I'm right! I'm sure there's a major backstory on this vision of total insanity, and if you know what it is, please tell me. The producer of such films as GHOST, STRANGE DAYS, NEAR DARK, and MOTEL HELL directed what imdb describes as a movie in which "A former Nazi seeking to gain new power attempts to resurrect an ancient Egyptian god." This description could not possibly prepare you for what it is actually like to watch SCARAB.

The best way for me to review this movie would actually be to just describe every single thing that happens in it, in order. I genuinely wish I had time to do that. But basically, Rip Torn is a mad scientist who gets possessed by the scarab god Khepera, and goes about the business of assassinating world leaders in order to thrust the Earth into a new Dark Age to avoid nuclear war. I think. Robert Ginty plays Murphy, a journalist who is so horny that the next big journalism summit features a whole speech about how journalists shouldn't create public sex scandals. Murphy becomes aware of Khepera's evil plan, and stalks the living shit out of Elena (Cristina Pascual) who is a powerful psychic nurse who turns out to be Khepera's daughter. She basically handles the whole situation without any really necessary contributions from Murphy.

I had such a negative reaction reaction to Robert Ginty that I felt sort of bad about it. I love when he gets chased around by the laughing assassin who causes things to explode by pointing at them, but the movie's attempt to make him like a super sexual Indiana Jones is very offensive. Putting him on a motorcycle, putting him in bed with a sexy lingerie lady, putting cool-guy headphones on him, all this stuff only underlines how deeply and fundamentally uncool he is. I was so repulsed by him that I started to feel guilty, like maybe I'm just being terribly shallow; I mean some of it is definitely physical, the man is waspy and bland and has the bone structure of a Punch & Judy puppet. But here are some excerpts from his imdb page that made me feel a little better about my response to him.

Born in New York, rugged, virile, hard-looking action star Robert Ginty initially sought a career in music, becoming involved in several rock bands from age 16 on. [Long list of rock stars he hung out with that one time] He directed a rap/hip-hop musical version of Anthony Burgess' "A Clockwork Orange" to fine reviews. Once flew as passenger on a "VIP Flight" in F/A-18 Hornet with the Blue Angels.

OK you corny motherfucker, give it a rest already. In any case the real point of this movie is Rip Torn overseeing crazed black magic orgies and doing some of the strangest dance moves you have ever seen in your whole life. SCARAB is the kind of movie that you watch all of with your jaw in your lap, just passively letting it wash over you, because you really never know what you're going to see next. This is a major virtue in my book. There's also an odd competence to it, which I guess is accounted for by director Steven-Charles Jaffe's producorial chops; it's nicely shot, and the variety of interesting Spanish locations means that there is always something to look at, even when the fire-breathing cultists aren't writhing around on screen...but that very competence throws the extreme zaniness of the movie into even starker relief. SCARAB is an extraordinarily confusing movie, and in the era of used up, wrung out IPs and assembly line slop from streaming services, it's just the kind of movie we need.

[msnihilist]

4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

For the writer ask game.

Honestly? It's probably the fic that I'm currently working on, 'Lysis.' The entire fic has been fun to write, but I'm working on the last chapter now, and that's been my plot bunny — the entire other 25k words were all just build up for this one scene that's been living in my head since at least 2019.

As for why I've never written it, I'm not really sure. I was going to, back in 2019, but then I became demotivated by a lack of interest and my attention switched to other projects that were getting more love.

But now that I'm back in the Ben 10 fandom and more fucked up than ever, I mentioned this idea to a friend... Who then commissioned me to write it, ha! I'm a little over the 7k words that they initially paid me for, but whatever :p This is a story that must be told!

I described the scene in question to a friend over Discord, so I'll put that beneath the cut (so that my followers who don't want spoilers can avoid it).

CW for gaslighting, murder, and, um... consumption, I guess?

Remember that episode of Ben 10 I made you watch with me? This fic is about that character (Elena) manipulating and gaslighting the shit out of Ben, isolating him from his friends and loved ones so that she is literally his only option, and eventually culminates in her killing him to keep him with her forever :)

[context for non-Ben 10 fans: Elena is a yandere love interest of Ben's who attempts to manipulate him into being her lover by creating conflict that pushes him in her direction, and also by kidnapping his girlfriend and trying to kill his friends]

She's made of nanites, so the scene is about Ben (who's given up, because she broke him) coming into her arms willingly. Elena coos and holds him, promising that she's going to make everything better and he won't hurt anymore… And neither of them will ever be alone again. Then her microchips swarm him. They crawl into his mouth and nose, into his lungs and stomach. They're behind his eyes and in his brain, squeezing themselves into his blood vessels. Elena holds every single part of him, inside and out, and then she rips him to pieces. Her microchips absorb on every last one of Ben's cells. And as their consciouses merge, and Ben becomes one with Elena's mind, the last bit of him that's still "him" understands her and can see everything she has done to hurt him. And he accepts it. Elena doesn't let a single drop of his blood spill. She consumes Ben entirely, completely and utterly, and finally feels whole with the person that she loves nestled inside of her, safe and unable to escape

Or something like that, I haven't written the scene yet, lol :p

[thefantasticreader]

Being the Salvatore brother's little sister

-Damon and Stefan were both in awe when you were born, Damon was 22 when you were born and Stefan was only 15

-Growing up Damon and Stefan made sure their father never did anything to harm you, going as far as not letting you join in on their games or activities if it helped to keep you safe

-You were never really close with your mother or father so most of your time was spent with your maid and with your older brothers

-Stefan once told you when you were little he didn't want to play with you and it resulted in your bawling your eyes out for the rest of the night until Damon held you to his chest and hummed a soft tune to calm you down. (He was mad at Stefan for the next three days)

-You were so close to them that you'd often sneak into their closets and steal their trousers and shoes and run around in them while your father was not home

-Damon is super protective, he once punched a guy who looked at you wrong and broke his nose, resulting in him getting kicked out of the restaurant you were at

-Katherine was always gentle with you which made your brothers quite jealous of you since she was always so hard to win to begin with

-Before you found out she was a vampire you would cling to her side and she'd do your hair for you or makeup

-Katherine was forced to turn you at 11, so you appear younger than you actually are

-The brothers are naturally great brothers but neither of them are all the wise of how to raise a female, so some things came as a shock to them while you were growing up with them (periods, cramps, crankiness,) Katherine was very helpful during this time ;)

-Stefan still see's you as his younger sibling and while Damon does too, you both remind Stefan your old enough to do normal teen things, drink, drive, etc

-You used to call Stefan Steffy and Damon Dammy when you were little so they both constantly remind you and embarrass you about it

-Your first break up with the guy you liked was tough but not as tough as convincing Damon to not rip the guys head off, Stefan sat with you through the tears and all and helped calm you down with movies and blood bags and junk food

-Stefan will hide your daylight ring if he's mad at you or needs to, which isn't often but when he does Damon always gets it and brings it to you just to tick Stefan off

-Your so used to the bickering from both brothers to the other that you've learned to tune it out or ignore it

-With everything that goes on everyday they are always making sure you are safe

-They understand why you don't like Elena at first, during which period of time you and Damon shit talk her

-Being their little sister you have learned a thing or two about them, picking up on their habits and little manners they do when they're mad, sad, etc

-Both love to mess with you and constantly pull pranks on you

-Stefan bought you your first car at age 89 (Even though you look young your older because your a vamp, Ya'll know what I mean)

-Your smart and kind like Stefan which he loves, but being around Damon so much left you super sassy and super easily annoyed which he hates and Damon loves lol

-If you ever want to do something without them they ask a billion questions first

-Your first school dance you attended was with your brothers at Stefans high school since they couldn't leave you at home and unattended, aka they were scared something bad would happen to you

-You love hanging out with Caroline because she just gets you and she knows how you feel

-If you ever get hurt the brothers are beside themselves and feel extremely guilty

-When you get killed the first time Stefan spent the whole night crying while Damon binge drank his way through the pain, which resulted with even more angry arguments between the two. yes you came back but both didn't talk about what had happened that night afterwards

-Overall they're super sweet to you, except when they're not cause we all know they're both capable of being jerks

[reno-the-himbo-turk]

Reno got off work, had a few drinks with Rude and Elena before helping the latter of the two home. They all lived topside thanks to Shinra, a few years prior there had been an accident a now nameless Turk had been knifed going home and his place torched. After that any and all Turks living below plate or anywhere deemed unsafe had been quickly relocated to Shinra barracks before being directed to pick out approved housing options. Thankfully the only Turk who had to comply with this mandate was Reno. Having grown up in the slums Reno even after becoming a Turk never left. The walk home was uneventful most people asleep at this time or nestled safely within the confines of their places. Reno made his way into the apartment building before working his way up the steps two at a time. Reno had been careful with his consumption tonight he was lightly buzzed nowhere near full blown drunk like Elena. Arriving outside his apartment door Reno spotted it, a strange box tucked right up against his door. Standing upright the black box almost went unnoticed save for the bright red ribbon adorning it. “Ohhhh fancy.” Reno mumbled picking the box up looking for a note or a card of some kind as he fished out his keys trying to unlock the door to his place. He couldn’t find one on the box but in a neat and almost elegant script was his name written in bright red sparkly script. Reno wondered what this parcel even was the box was roughly the size of a dinner plate and the thickness of a single koraku-style bento box. The box weighed very little and it left him very puzzled. Part of Reno figured this must be some elaborate joke, another part of him worried it was a trap, but tipsy Reno was pushing that to the back of his mind. Unlocking his door and stepping inside as soon as Reno shut the door he carefully kicked off his shoes and moved further into the apartment as he lightly undid the ribbon, any other time Reno would’ve simply ripped the ribbon off and immediately opened the box but something about the amount of effort put into this made Reno wish to be careful. Setting the ribbon on his table he removed the lid from the box, inside there was a pile of sparkling black tissue paper nestled atop something. Putting the box on the table Reno pulled off the tissue paper and underneath it there was a fancy velvet bag. “The fuck is this shit.” Reno questioned as he picked up the bag and opened it. Reaching inside Reno pulled out a stunning red collar, the material was some kind of black leather, and imbedded in it was a bunch of red gemstones. Reno couldn’t identify them but shit looked expensive, the center of the collar had a silver colored tag with his name engraved upon it again in the same sparkling red that was on the package, along with a tiny bell attached to it. Eyeing the collar with mild distrust Reno made his way to the bathroom holding it. Who the fuck would give him something this fucking expensive. The quality of materials was not lost on him, Reno might not have had nice things that he could remember but he sure knew quality when he fucking stole it before working for Shinra. Once in the bathroom Reno fumbled with the clasp on the collar unlocking it before he put it on his neck and clasped it into place. Reno had to admit whoever picked it out had exquisite taste, the stones matched his hair perfectly, the silver and black of the collar contrasted with his pale skin perfectly and it felt tight but not too tight. “Well whoever the fuck sent this has lovely taste.” Reno blurted out to himself as he pondered just when and where he’d ever have an excuse to wear something this lovely.

[voidselfshipp]

Culture Clash.

Cw: mentions of trauma,very superficial. age gap between ryad n I.

Summary: Ryad's (Jackal) First meeting with Jerico(Tarantula)..

A/n: Canon for now. Not sure if I'll stick with it. Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

Harry had brought the New operator,Tarantula,to meet with the spanish and latin operators so she felt More at home. Ryad wasnt sure what he was expecting,but he knew she was young,that she hasnt seen combat,She was a recon operator.

His eyes widened a little,he pursed his lips and felt his throat dry out. Out of the corner of his eyes he sees Mira smile welcomingly at the New operator before them.

--Everyone,This Is Tarantula. --Harry gestured at the young girl before them. She had heart- shaped face,greyish-green eyes with gold and brown hair tied up in a bun. The back of her neck Is shaven,and she had a myriad of bead and woven bracelets on her left wrist,alongside a black circlet earring on her right earlobe. She wears a mix of military clothes with a ripped up jacket that reads more as punk than army.

Her eyes look a little puffy,deep eyebags on the underside of her lids. Ryad cant help but relate to the lack of sleep. He thinks it adds to her charm and Beauty.

--My Name's Jerico. But please just call me Jeri,I hate being called by my full name--She said in spanish,her Argentine accent clear in their voice. So thats why Harry was so adamant...

--hey! Whats up!--Flores said with a grin,giving a cheek kiss to Tarantula as Argentines often did--Welcome! What part of Argentina are you from?

--Buenos Aires!

--Me too! What part?

Already its obvious those two are two peas in a pot. The rest introduce themselves and when it comed to his turn, Ryad feels extremely awkward. He smiles nervously and offers his hand.

--My name's ryad. Callsign is Jackal--He said,his heart fluttering as her hand meets his and shakes it--Welcome.

Jer smiles sheepishly, shes been a bit nervous. Its only natural,too much people already. --thanks...I have to say ryads a really pretty name. Never heard it before.

He chuckled,feeling a little bashful--thanks. Jerico is a pretty name too.

--I chose it! -- now she seems genuienly insecure and worried.

--Youve got good taste,then-- Jackal flirts with her before hes able to realize what hes done. It dawns on him as soon as hes done talking,and out of the corner of his eyes mira is holding back a grin. Oh god.

--Im sure you'll all get along swimmingly--Harry seems very amused. Especially as Jer looks at the floor and whispers "gracias"-- Ill leave you all to chat. Welcome to rainbow Miss castro.

Jer nodded,still bashful-- Thank you,Harry.

--Of course.

The Group leads the New operator to the cafeteria to Grab lunch and chat. Jerico began to talk about herself,and Ryad listens attentively. He asks a few questions when She tells everyone that shes the eldest of four.

And ever so slowly,he takes her whole attention. Flores fights him for it, and Mira is so amused. Jerico leaves to Grab a bottle of coke from the serving area,and mira says

--Estas coladisimo por la chavala...--Elena teased,gently elbowing him in the ribs. (Youre so smitten for this girl)

--Deja de decís gilipolleses..-- Ryad grumbled,looking at his Plate and playing with his food--Es majisima. No puedo ser el único que piensa eso...--he looked at his fellow spanish speakers for help.

(stop saying dumb things. Shes very charismatic,I cant be the only one who thinks so!)

Flores snorted-- hermano,le estas tirando los galgos hace una hora.. déjate de joder. Estas clavadisimo por la piba...(Bro,cmon. Youve been flirting with her for an hour. Stop playing dumb,youre smitten).

--Que no....(no)

--que si,tío.--Elena insisted-- coño,que si quieres salir con ella tienes mi apoyo. Yo diría que es mutuo... (yeah dude. Shit,if you want to go out with her,youve got my support. Id say she feels the same).

--mira,Boludo,te estaba mirando como que sos el chabon más lindo de toda Grecia. Anda,pedile de salir... (look,dude,she was looking at you like youre the prettiest guy in all of greece. Go,ask her out.)

Jackals about to say something, but Jerico comes back looking tired.-- Hey,I changed my mind..i'd like to go to my room and rest.. The exhaustion after eating kicked in.

Flores got this look like hes up to something--Id love to help you get to your room but Mira and Solis here are taking me to the r&d labs to test out a few things on my gadget. Capitao and Caveira have training to do...And..--The Group sees Goyo and Amaru enter the cafeteria-- Azu and Cesar are just getting to eat so..Ryad? Mind doing a solid for the New guy?

Ryad gives the Argentine Man his best glare. He doesnt let the girl see it, though, if she thinks shes being an annoyance to him...he might just end up losing it.

--not at all,no-- he answered,turning to Jerico.

--No rush though!! Please finish eating first...-- she takes a Seat where she previously was and conversation returns.

Eventually,the lunch time is over and Jackal begins to walk tarantula to the quarters area. Shes pleaseant company,and he can see how slowly she begins to warm up to him and relax.  As they walk she takes off the jacket she was wearing,revealing a sports top underneath.

He sees now that on her right bicep theres a tattoo of a rhinoceros beetle resting on a Ceibo flower- The National flower of Argentina,being highlighted by these beautiful curling letters with dramatic lines, its highly decorated and maximalist. He recognized the style of the lettering as Fileteado Porteño, a beautiful thing really. The text read "La fuerza de Argentina está caminando a mi lado" (the strength of Argentina is walking by my side).

He sees that on her left forearm theres a tattoo of a tarantula. Beautiful with elegant lines that denote Power and dangerous beauty.

--Thats a really nice pair of tattoos youve got-- Ryad commented, both were waiting on a pair of humveees to drive by them since they were almost to the quarters area-- Arent they a little counterintutive,since youre recon and all..

Jer shrugged with a sheepish smile,clearly not the first time this has been pointed out--theres ways to cover them up. Make up and all that.

He chuckled--Good Point. Whats the meaning behind them? I figure the tarantula one is because of your callsign and what youve told us about the context behind it,Why the beetle though?

She begins to tell him about the symbolism behind it, how they represent rebirth and strength,things shes experienced and felt because of her life. He really likes how with her theres always a reason for everything,even of sometimes its just because "she liked it" or "felt like it"

Ryad listens attentively,surprised pleseantly at the level of maturity she carried. It doesnt feel like shes talking with someone who just Turned twenty.

Calm,thats what she made him feel. A sense that hes been seen and understood. Shes warm and friendly,kind and funny...its Like the sun is shining upon him for the first time in years. Like everything would be alright.

Its odd to feel so smitten. Hes experienced love before but he is starting to believe that hes never met anyone like Jerico before... And he realizes he just wants more of them.

The very Next day he begins to try and befriend Tarantula. He does feel guilty for being so much older than her and flirt with her,but she takes it well- And though shes bashful(seeing as shes never had this level of attention directed towards her) she tries to return It. Jeri seems unsure of how,but she managed to confirm shes into him too.

Being a scarred Man as he is,it does takes him months to ask her out. He does try to show his interest as often as hes comfortable with, and he is aware that Jerico trusts him. She feels so comfortable and its something you can actually see.

Her eyes are calm,shes smiling and in a good mood. She doesnt apologize when her excitement overcomes her,when her voice rises and she gets quite energetic. She had expressed a certain insecurity about her but its just a visceral show of joy,how could he not like it? He needed something- someone like that.

Ryad shows through his actions that he can be trusted, and he begins to realize now of the privilege thats being bestowed upon him. Not only the normal show of trust,but the genuine surrender of barriers and protection.

Jerico was an Open book about her trauma,only going into detail when she felt comfortable. And she did that a lot with him,and in turn he told her a few things of his upbringing. When he kind of low key made it clear about Faisal's passing,he got the biggest bear hug ever and the gentlest "Im so sorry..." it almost made him cry.

Hes never felt so understood in his life. He saw the effort she put into understanding him,and she was patient...so very patient and loving with him.

Finally,after a few good months into knowing her, he asked her out. Its not like she didnt drop hints that she wanted him to take her out, and hes taken note of everything shes said in those clues for the perfect date. Hes thorough,professional and most of all a gentleman.

Ryad approaches Jerico after training one rainy,cozy afternoon. He calls her over and says.

--Oye,estuve pensando...y viendo como esta el dia se me ocurrió que podríamos ir a tomar un café juntos. Yo invito. (Hey,ive been thinking and seeing how the weather is today..I thought we could go out to Grab coffee, my treat)

Her face is priceless. Her eyes widen and she takes a hot second to realize what he said. But when it clicks she nodds all shy. She hasnt prepared for this at all.

--Asi casual,No? (Like...casual?)

The Man shook his head-- Quiero invitarte a salir,si estas cómoda con ello. (I want to ask you out on a date, if youre comfortable with it)

--Ah...-- she said,obviously aware of what he meant since the first time he said it..but just confirming-- Dale. Si, de una. Nos bañamos y eh...vamos? .(ah,yeah. Of course. We showe and go?)

--Vale. --He smiled,using his years of experience to flash a flirty smile her way which has her swooning without feeling out of control. (Alright)

She had talked about how when shes overwhelmed with flirting it makes her really nervous and insecure.

Both were deeply damaged people,but together they seem to melt and fill the cracks caused by hurt and past tauma.

--Cool...Cool. ehm..permiso-- She walks past him all afluster and goes to get her things. Before she leaves she smiles briefly at him,her face Burning. Then,she leaves. (Cool,cool. Uhm..excuse me)

Ryad would leave soon after,giving her some time and space for herself so she didnt get nervous or feel like shes forced to make conversation.

Eventually when he goes to pick her up at her room,he offers his arm and with his words he helps her calm down. He makes an off coment of how its nice that she doesnt hide her interest in him,that he really likes it and makes him feel calm.

That makes her fully relax and return to her usual self.

Needless to say,both would be coming back from town with the desire for a second date,and defenetly a third...and a fourth...and a fifth..

[kiss-my-freckle]

Something that pisses me off about Stefan stans is how they say Enzo spent a season "terrorizing" Stefan when Elena was subject more to being terrorized by characters like the Mikaelsons and Stefan himself. Stefan gets empathized with and has an episodes-long arc dedicated to his manpain while what Elena goes through is brushed off. Stefan gets told he was never scary and was the perfect boyfriend while Elena is shat on for ripping his heart out and for being a so-called heartless trollop even though Stefan didn't apologize for the shit he did and knew she was sired.

Stefan stans hate anyone who hurts him. They like to believe he's a precious little bunny rabbit, that nothing is his fault. He just hops around like an innocent creature with zero issues. Enzo's war against Stefan made sense, and I 100% mean this. He fought against Stefan for the same reason he teamed up with Lily. Enzo never had someone he could consider family. That's why he cherishes his friendships. Why he treats Damon like a brother should be treated. He's the one that spent months looking for Damon. Stefan gave up. Enzo is pissed that blood is thicker than water when it comes to the Salvatore brothers, and it shouldn't be. Even though Enzo acted as family, he got treated like an outsider. Even though he never gave up on Damon, Stefan got treated like the hero.

Anyway... that's why Caroline was meant to confront Stefan for turning Enzo in. Because the ONLY thing Enzo did to Stefan was tell him the truth. Brothers don't give up. The ONLY thing Enzo did to Stefan was force him to come home. If not for Enzo, Stefan would've been off living some kind of fake human life... then Damon would've come home from the prison world and been like... where's my brother? Stefan wasn't in love with Ivy. He could've moved on just as Damon did when Stefan killed Andie. He had Caroline to go home to, he simply chose not to. He chose to rage war against Enzo instead, turned him in for the sole purpose of getting him killed, and never mind how Damon would feel about that... and this was despite Stefan's belief that Damon was dead. If it were me, I would've held onto Enzo because Damon lives on through him so long as he's alive. Killing Enzo kills Damon.

[bluerevs-a]

                          “don’t  apologize  for  that,”  the  tortured  expression  on  his  face  is  a  glass  door  into  his  sincerity,  how  easily  he  can  wear  her  pain  as  if  it  were  his  own.  marcus  had  never  considered  himself  to  be  an  empathetic  person,  not  before  now,  anyway.  “but  i  don’t  want  to  be  out  of  it,”  he  contests,  his  opposition  firm.  “i  never  did,”  he  furthers.  “do  you  think  i  had  no  idea?  any  time  i  reach  for  you,  you  flinch.  i’ve  seen  your  face  when  he  calls.”  he  never  had  any  doubts  that  elena’s  relationship  wasn’t  healthy,  that  it  was  something  she  was  afraid  of,  but  the  truth  was  worse  than  he  could’ve  imagined.  and  it  physically  hurts,  a  raw  agony  that  rips  throughout  him,  to  know  the  complexities  of  the  abuse  she’d  suffered.  “i  thought  about  it  every  day.  i  just  didn’t  know  how  to  ask,  or  if  you  would  even  tell  me  if  i  did...  but  i’m  glad  you’re  telling  me  now.” 

                          palms  meet  his  face,  metacarpals  pressing  against  his  closed  eyes,  hard,  until  he  sees  stars.  her  assignment  of  stupidity  regarding  his  reasoning  causes  his  hands  to  fly  from  his  face,  his  eyes  opening  wildly.   “I  AM  STUPID!”  he  cuts  her  off,  voice  reaching  a  decibel  higher  than  her  own,  still  unrelenting  in  this  ridiculous  shouting  match.  “when  it  comes  to  you,  i  am  a  bumbling  idiot,”  he  exasperatedly  proclaims,  fingers  interlocking  behind  the  nape  of  his  neck,  beginning  to  pace  as  she  continues  from  her  spot  on  his  hardwood.  the  continuous  buzzing  of  her  phone,  somehow  amplified  coming  from  off  of  his  floor,  punctuates  the  entire  conversation.  it  makes  his  nerves  stand  on  end,  a  reminder  that  no  matter  how  many  hours  they  had  spent  together,  marcus  and  elena  had  never  truly  had  a  moment  alone.  the  worst  of  all  of  this  is  that  he  understands  her  reasons.  maybe,  in  her  position,  he  couldn’t  have  done  any  better.  but  understanding  is  enough  to  pull  him  apart  ——  he  had  spent  so  much  time  convincing  himself  that  she  had  been  malicious  in  every  moment  that  she  had  rebuffed  him,  never  taking  the  time  to  consider  that  it  had  been  sacrificial  in  intention.      ‘how   many   times   are   you   going   to   ignore   i   was   doing   it   to   keep   you   safe?’      “as  many  times  as  it  takes  until  you  realize  that  you  can’t  control  this!”  the  words  rush  out  in  nearly  unbroken  syllables,  marcus’  frustration  finally  boiling  over  and  scalding  them  both  in  the  process.  he  felt  no  anger  or  malice,  only  a  culminating  desperation  to  make  her  understand  him  now.  “elena,”  attempts  to  level,  to  hold  her  gaze,  to  have  her  see  his  position.  “it’s  not  your  job  to  keep  me  safe.  i  knew  the  risks,  but  i’ve  been  willing  to  do  whatever  it  takes,  even  to  my  own  detriment,  if  it  kept  you  safe.   …   isn’t  that  what  you’ve  been  doing  all  along?”  the  parallel  is  obvious,  even  if  her  stubbornness  clouded  the  truth. 

                          she  was  right.  even  from  the  little  perspective  he  had  amassed  over  their  time,  marcus  had  seen  the  evidence  of  how  persistent  this  piece  of  shit  could  be  in  real-time.  this  realization  makes  the  thought  of  leaving  so  much  worse.  if  elena's  first  instinct  was  to  come  here  after  something  like  this  happened,  where  would  she  go  when  he  was  gone?  squeezes  her  knee  reassuringly  as  she  laments  about  her  experience  during  their  times  apart,  describing  how  often  they  had  unknowingly  mirrored  each  other  in  their  respective  misery.  the  barriers  and  defenses  that  each  of  them  attempted  to  install  between  each  other  seem  so  arbitrary  now  that  they  both  shared  the  understanding  that  the  solution  to  their  heartache  was  simple:  a  mutual  surrending  of  their  fear,  with  a  replacement  of  blind  trust.  because,  as  marcus  was  beginning  to  understand,  that’s  what  love  was.  her  small  admittance  of  jealousy  almost  cracks  through  his  weary  despondence,  until  she  reminds  him  of  his  own  words;  that  they  weren't  meant  to  be.  and  maybe  he  was  correct  in  the  belief  that  it  was  never  meant  to  start  that  way,  but  things  had  changed.  even  he,  a  pessimist  by  nature,  couldn’t  force  himself  to  swallow  such  a  ridiculous  notion.  “do  you,  though?”  eyes  flit  up  from  the  floor  and  up  to  her  face.  “do  you  believe  that?  that  even  after  all  of  this,  it’s   not   you  and  me  at  the  end?”  brows  thread  together,  gathers  a  steely  demeanor  before  he  continues,  “because  i  don’t.  i  don’t  think  i  ever  did,  honestly.”  he  knows  what  they’re  both  thinking  of  when  he  tears  his  eyes  away  from  hers.  that  horrible  supply  closet.  a  bookmark  of  a  moment  between  them.  “it’s  what  i  told  myself,  because  it  made  staying  away  from  you  sufferable.  but  i  don't  believe  it.  it  has  to  be  us...  doesn't  it?”

                          “it’s  not  a  permanent  position,”  he  admits,  “it’s  a  seven-month  contract.  if  they  don’t  like  me,  or  i’m  not  a  good  fit,  they  don’t  renew  it.”  offers  this  all  up  as  if  it  were  some  great  consolation,  even  if  he  had  a  good  reason  to  believe  that  not  much  could  comfort  elena  right  now.  “i’m  not  even  giving  this  apartment  up,”  he  further  explains.  “i’m  subletting  until  i  get  back.  that’s  why  it’s  all  packed.”  all  of  this  was  true,  yet  he  omits  that  he  had  full  intention  to  relinquish  his  lease  if  his  contract  was  renewed.  that  if,  even  just  an  hour  ago,  he  had  the  option,  he  would’ve  left  this  place  and  never  come  back.  but  just  like  elena  always  had,  she  had  rewritten  all  of  his  plans  in  one  fell  swoop.  besides,  knowing  what  marcus  knew  now,  could  he  really  agree  to  a  contract  renewal  if  elena  was  at  home  waiting  for  him?  the  soft  smile  that  stretches  across  her  face  would’ve  brought  marcus  to  the  floor  if  he  hadn’t  already  been  there,  but  the  gentle  feeling  of  her  lips  pressed  against  his  own  is  almost  enough  to  set  him  completely  alight.  feels  her  breath  pass  over  his  face  as  she  recites  the  phrase  again,  their  noses  lightly  rubbing  from  their  microscopic  movements,  and  a  light  whisper  of  a  chuckle  escapes  his  throat  as  he  promises,  “i’ll  learn  it.”

                          bliss  is  shattered  when  she  stands  and  grabs  her  phone,  leaving  him  buzzing  on  the  ground  and  clinging  to  the  moment  that  had  just  barely  passed.  marcus  immediately  teeters  when  he  stands  in  suit,  feeling  perfectly  drunk  off  that  kiss  and  horribly  confused  about  how  quickly  things  have  devolved.  “please,  no,”  he  strategically  positions  his  body  between  her  and  his  front  door,  ready  to  react  if  she  moves.  it’s  a  flashback  to  her  bedroom  during  his  confessions,  their  roles  now  reversed.  “elena,  i’ll  get  on  the  floor  and  beg  if  i  have  to,”  he  admits  dishearted,  blaringly  aware  that  this  was  completely  against  his  nature.  one  hand  curls  around  the  side  of  her  neck,  unable  to  fight  the  urge  to  hold  her  somehow.  pad  of  his  thumb  with  his  other  free  hand  runs  along  the  expanse  of  her  jaw,  stopping  at  the  transforming  bruise  that  he  had  been  letting  her  believe  went  unnoticed.  “if  you  meant  even  a  word  of  what  you  said  —  don’t  go.”  he  may  not  be  back  on  the  floor,  but  he’s  begging.  it’s  a  vulnerability  he’s  sworn  he  would  never  allow  her  again,  yet  he  can’t  stop  himself  —  doesn’t  even  want  to.  “we  can  talk  about  logistics  all  night,  or  we  can  ignore  it  and  figure  everything  out  when  the  sun  comes  up.”  the  feeling  inside  his  chest  is  ferocious  and  uncompromising  when  he  sinks  down  and  they  become  parallel,  eyes  fixated  on  her  painted  lips.  knows  that  his  words  are  failing,  that  he'll  never  know  how  to  say  the  right  thing.  can  hear  the  shaking  of  his  breath  when  eyes  flick  up  to  her  own  for  confirmation  that  she  could  meet  him  here,  in  this  moment,  as  he  was  ready  to  give  it  all  away  again.  “i  want  one  night  —  no  hiding,  where  i  can  just  tell  you  that  i  love  you,”  he  swears  through  bated  breath,  finally  closing  the  small  gap  between  them.  steps  impossibly  closer,  surely  stepping  on  her  ruined  dress  as  his  frame  melts  perfectly  against  her  own.  hands  move  into  her  hair,  fearing  he  could  brush  against  a  cut  or  bruise  in  his  distraction.  safe  and  languid  movements  build  into  something  feverish,  lips  parted  in  exploration,  in  urgency  to  prove  how  much  he  had  missed  her,  how  she  was  home  to  him.  can  feel  his  heartbeat  everywhere  when  they  finally  pull  away,  never  again  willing  to  complain  of  the  sensation.  his  forehead  rests  against  hers,  hands  still  tangled  in  soft  locks.  marcus  can  barely  gather  the  strength  to  open  his  eyes  when  he  speaks  again,   “tell me that  you’ll  stay.”

"i didn't know what else to do, i cared about myself but i cared about you guys more." which elena believes is more important, even if he's right. olive shoulders lift then fall in a shrug, then pangs enter her heart, slamming her with waves of guilt as he tells her he needs her. causing a pause between them, letting that sink in and melt her heart in the gloomiest predicament. "i'm sorry." she tells him, if choosing him and her family before herself let him down, "i need you too, that's why i just wanted to keep you out of it. i didn't know who else to tell. my mom knows he's not a good person, but she doesn't know the half." only he knows now.

"think i wouldn't CARE– that's..." elena shook her head, brows creased in offense, the anger of it building before it'd burst out of her voice, "that's so STUPID!" her fist hit at the floor, head shaking, heels of her hands pushing into her forehead, "YOU are the one saying that, not me. i didn't mean to make you feel like you were a mistake," it causes her heart to tear and tears flying from her eyes at him believing he's a mistake, it was such a horrible word. "stop saying you're these things marcus. any way i acted off towards you was because i panicked when i thought we were getting too close and the psycho over there who keeps calling and texting was going to find out. you were never a mistake to me! not ever." forced to take a breath, "i didn't want you having to turn yourself inside out and feeling rejected, i HATED that. i hated it more than anything. how many times are you going to ignore i was doing it to keep you safe?" she snapped back at him, trying to yell over top of him. a game who could yell the loudest.

"he's going insane because i broke up with him alone. i can't imagine what would've happened if he had found out about you. and it's still not over, he won't let this die peacefully. he won't stop until he finds someone new to torment." he's like a tick that won't go away and keeps sucking people dry. and how long would it take for him to move on to someone new? "while you were on the couch," her hands moved away from her face, eyes watching him move from where he stood to next to her, "you weren't there to know how i couldn't sleep because i was crying night after night thinking of how it was making you feel, thinking of how it hurt to keep what i wanted to say to you inside. it was torture. i woke up that morning you stayed all night and you were gone, and i didn't know how to get through the rest of that day. things have been hell since the moment he ruined the song and you left hurt. he ruined the song, my dress, all the time i could've been spending with you. everything." hands smear at her burning eyes after she looks away from marcus, the makeup running into them causing more pain. everything's been ruined, marcus is leaving, rory's undoubtedly not leaving with his persistence, why not just go back to what she knows then?

"i hate that part." him kissing someone, but she's not in the mood to play and call them raccoons like usual even if she still can taste the disgust of it. her hand lifts to place over the cut on her arm when his arm accidentally nudges too close to it. "of course it did." brunette replies bitterly, "and that's why i should just believe you when you say we aren't meant to be. when the very moment i can tell you i love you, you're leaving." the reminder- a new flood of tears pouring from bambi eyes. even if she knows that's not true, she of all people knows that's not true, not when she's gathered great love is always the hardest from all of her favorite books and songs making her a believer of that. being an optimist and a hopeless romantic has always made her a believer of that. and they both can't be going around with mindsets like that. it's not her to say that, when she even scolded him so terribly for it, the horror on her face and anger in her voice that moment in that closet when he had said that and her heart had to endure that pain of it.

"well you are. leaving." it's so impossible to accept, she'd rather be in denial of it until he really isn't here anymore. thinking of slamming her face into the hard flooring, crying until her lungs gave out, that seemed like her last option until his next words distract her from the thought. her gaze moved on his face, a little bewildered as her mind registered the words. a surreal laugh almost bubbled up, but a soft smile was the most she could form before hand touched his cheek and elena leaned in to kiss his lips with her red lipstick and tear stained ones. "eres mi corazón, forever." she recited for him and was returning the sentiment when her eyes opened with a sad smile that parted her lips once hers pulled away from his after just a brief second of pressing a kiss to his mouth.

"but i can't look at you marcus," not when he's leaving and she can't be attached to him, looking at him causes her heart to do things her mind can't handle. "it hurts too much. and i want to start crying again." bottom lip was already trembling, just a matter of seconds before she was forming tears anyway and she turns her back towards him with her legs curled underneath her so she doesn't have to keep doing it in front of him. her lips still tingling from where she kissed him for barely a second, hearing his love for her proclaimed like that, so endearingly, but he's going away... it has depression's cruel weight weighing down on her and mind may simply be flipped as she acts on impulse to gather her dress, moving to stand, going over to her phone and crouching down to pick it up with trembling hands and tears still clouding her vision, blurring all the words on the screen as she looked down at it with reckless thoughts circling her mind. maybe she was going outside to sit in the yard, or maybe she was going to her car to get in it and aimlessly drive somewhere, or maybe she was going to go to her car to get in it to just drive back to rory because being screamed at and whatever other anger he wanted to unleash on her once again would hurt less. but she had yet to stand and actually move her feet to outside while her mind raced in different directions and became her own worst enemy in that moment.

[oneirataxiahiraeth]

idk if ur taking reqs but u should write another kai fic featuring the innocent girl bad boy trope 💭

The Price of Hatred

Pairings : fem!reader x heretic!kaiparker

Warnings : swearing, mentions of death, mentions of violence, kai being a little shit, smut, hate sex, degradation, pain kink, breeding, scratching, fingering, choking, switch!reader, mentions of alcohol not proofread but to be fair I never proofread, dubcon (they have consensual sex but there’s no verbal verification on either end)

Word Count : a little over 5k

You could feel the heavy tension in the space as you walked in. Damon pacing in the living, fire blazing as bright as you've ever seen it. He was mumbly something to himself before he noticed your presence. Bonnie and also were nose deep in two separate grimoires searching for spells that could get then out of the current predicament that they were in.

"Where is everyone?" You asked, a slightly breathless tone in your voice. Your heart was racing at the thought of something bad happening to your friends. It was a terrifying thought, you hadn't felt something like this since Bonnie was stuck in the Prison World.

"Caroline is with Jo watching Elena. I haven't heard back from Stefan, and Ric is at home researching or something." Damon explained, pretty shaken up himself.

"What happen? All you sent was a vague texts."

"I don't know. She just started... coughing up water? Like she was drowning or something." He ran a hand through his hair trying to contain himself. Bonnie looked up from her studies, stress evident in her own eyes. "Kai put her under a sleeping spell which seemed to have stopped it... but he doesn't know for how long." He explained.

"Water?" Your eyebrows furrowed. "Like how she-"

"Yup." Bonnie sighed. "I said the same thing." She stood from her spot in the old leather recliner in the corner. "Which doesn't make sense because Kai already siphoned off the barrier on mystic falls." Her arms crossed.

"So what the hell is it?" You asked and she shrugged.

"I have no idea." She shook her head.

"I might have some idea!" Kai spoke from the couch. The grimoire in his hand, him laying on the couch as if he was just some light read on a normal day. Truth is, he didn't really care enough for Elena to be stuck on the couch searching for ways to save her life all day. But once he heard Damon say you were on you're way... he suddenly had all the time in the world.

You didn’t like him. It was very evident. You never made it a point to be kind, or even patient with the man. Which wasn’t surprising, none of your friend group liked him much. But there was something different with you. The hatred you spewed onto him wasn’t the same hatred anyone else gave to him. You, Y/N, was known as Mystics Falls Sweetheart. The kindest soul you’d ever meet. You don’t hate anybody. Kai being the exception. The way your tone could switch automatically when speaking to him and then saying hello to a stranger or familiar face on the streets.

Because of this, your friends feared, like many other demons they’ve faced that you’d except this demon and force everyone else to see past his multiple killings and find the person underneath. You’d had a gift for that. Changing people and their perspectives. Which is partially why your friends made it a point to inform Kai of all the things they’d do to him before ripping his head from his spine if he were to harm even a hair in your head. You were off limits. Nonnegotiable. Not that you’d go for him anyways, seeing as you hated him so much. But come on, this was Kai… when did he ever give up on a good challenge?

"There's a spell that allows a witch, of course, to kill a vampire, the same way the died the first time. It's very simple to cast, with a little of same elements that kill said undead creature the first time and some animal blood and weird sigils..."

"So you think a witch is trying to kill my girlfriend?" Damon scoffed in disbelief.

"Or a group of them." Kai added. "Spell does take a lot of energy. You'll either need one strong witch... or bunch of witches."

"Like the flock of heretics roaming around mystic falls..?" You questioned, earning Kai's full attention.

"Precisely angel." He hummed a sweet smile to you which you rolled your eyes at, returning your attention to Damon.

"Lily is having her little Heretic babies get back at you for Malcom." You concluded.

"What? That's not possible." He scoffed.

"Really? You took away someone important to them, so their taking away something important to you... makes perfect sense. And there's multiple of them. It wouldn't be hard to complete the spell with all that power."

"Okay fair, but wouldn't they need to know how she died first? The book said to complete the spell you'd need elements from how she died in the first place." Bonnie chimed in.

You looked to Damon expecting a response from him. You hadn't the pleasure of meeting these psychopathic vampire witch hybrids terrorizing your hometown yet. Thankfully.

"Don't look at me, I didn't say anything! To any of them." Damon defended himself. Kai tenses a bit at the conversation, which you noticed. Damon seemed to follow your narrowed eyes glare back to the siphon was trying to tiptoe away out of the room.

"Kai." Damon growled sternly causing the brunette to pause in his movements. "What. Did. You. Do."

    "Okay... but you can't be angry at me." Kai groaned, throwing his head back childishly as if you're friends life wasn't on the line. "It was so long ago and I was like way out of it-"

    "Malachi." You said sternly, capturing his attention. His eyes shot to you, a tingle running down his spine at the glare in your eyes. If you wanted to hurt him you could. He knew that for a fact. "What did you tell them."

   "Relax, angel" he smirked at you. "It was after you-" he pointed to Bonnie. "Left me for dead in the prison world. Those mangy little mutts used me as a personal blood bag. And you all know how I like to talk... they needed entertainment, and there I was. Just funny and left to waste away."

   "You told them about how she died." You groaned, running yours hands over your face.

   "Actually I told them how all of your undead dead friends bit it." He shrugged you all were seconds away from snapping him in half. "Hey, I didn't know they were going to do something like this when you pissed them off." He reminded.

   "He's right. There's no way he could've known." Damon scoffed.

   "Does that mean we can't still kill him?" Bonnie tilted her head to the side.

"You'll be cleaning blood out of the carpet on your own." You commented. "I'm going to find Lily... or Valerie or Nora or any of those heretic freaks terrorizing us. Maybe I can talk to them. Get them to focus on something else." You sighed, turning around before, Damon vamped in front of you.

   "You are not going anywhere. In fact, you will stay in this house. Bonnie and I will go." Damon mentioned and your eyebrows furrowed.

   "I'm not staying here." You scoffed.

"Somebody needs to watch big mouth over here and make sure he doesn't tell anyone else's life threatening secrets to our enemies." Damon explained but you shook your head. "I'll find Lily, and Bonnie will be my back up. Just in Case." He winked at the witch.

   "I'm not babysitting him."

"Don't think of it as babysitting, think of it as.... You not getting yourself killed." Damon grinned.

   "What do you mean? Out of all of us, I'm the only one who hasn't done anything to these guys. They'll be much less inclined to murder me than the two of you!" You fought, but nothing seemed to stick.

   "Sorry, kid, not today." He shook his head. "Bonnie." He spoke, sending her a soft look, earning a head nod.

    "Already done." She replied.

"What? You know I hate it when you guys do that." You're eyes narrowed.

   "I put up a barrier spell to prevent either of you from leaving this house until we get back." She mentioned and your eyes widened.

    "You wouldn't." You glared, receiving an evil smile from the pair.

   "It's to keep you safe." She shrugged. "We won't be out long. Be good. And if he bothers you. Just kill 'em'." She shrugged, her and Damon turning to walk out of the door.

   "Bonnie!" You walked after them. Body being forced back as you tried to follow them out the front door. "Damon!" You banged on the barrier, only to be pushed back a few feet. "This isn't funny!!!" You called, the pair ignoring you as they found their way to your car. "Those fuckers swiped my keys!" You growled.

   "Ooo princess, you need to watch that mouth of yours." Kai teased from the living room. Unfortunately for him. You were stuck together. Meaning he was about to be on the receiving ends of all your current anger. 

   "I will rip out your tongue and shove it so far up your ass you'll be able to taste what you had for breakfast 3 days ago." You scowled, his lips quickly formed a small 'o' shape, eyebrows furrowing in disgust.

   "That's... pleasant." He shook off the thought.

Your eyes rolled, and you stalked off towards the kitchen. The only thing you could think of right now was food. You were a stress eater. You know it was rare for the Salvatore's to keep any actual food in the house, but you'd be able to make something with nothing, it was almost specialty.

    You scoured the fridge, finding heavy cream, cream cheese, spinach, and some herb that smelled like thyme,  a few eggs, and a block of Parmesan. Alfredo. You could easily make Alfredo. That was simple enough and you could angry much you're heart out until they got back. Unfortunately for you though, you weren't the only foodie in the house. Unfortunately, you weren't the only person charmed in the house. Kai found his way in, fully set on doing whatever he could to bother you. Almost like it was his own personal mission. And it was.

   You were Y/N Y/L/N. The infamous. You were basically a legend around here. You were a badass Vampire Hunter who could resist any compulsion. Even in the midst of being tortured by a Mikaelson. You had a family, which you moved far away from this place the moment you got the chance. A mom, a dad, and a brother that was only a few years younger than you. You're friends held you on the highest of a pedestals. You were basically untouchable. And kai just so happened to wanted to see just how untouchable you were.

   "You know, we've been playing this game for a while now, y/n. When are you going to give it up?" He sighed dramatically, taking a seat at the island where you were working on chopped through the spinach.

   "When are you going to find someone else to bother?" You mimicked.

   "When you finally look me in the eyes and admit how attracted you are to me." He hummed a bold statement. You're eyes rolled and you nearly broke out in laughter. There was no possible way he could have been being serious.

   "Attracted to you? No. More along the lines of violently repulsed." You corrected.

   "I find you're resilience very sexy you know."

"You're sick."

    "Thank you." He smiled.

"I meant in the demented, mentally corrupt kind of way." You grimaced.

   There was a look in his eyes that was absolutely disgusting to you. Dark and playful, like he was enjoying the banter you were so dreading. This was the man who hurt your friends beyond measure. Walking around like he was free man. After he became a heretic you're urge to kill him was through the roof. Nothing but the simple words of 'he useful' from Damon kept you from it. But if Bonnie were to ever ever give you a look of permission, you'd have his head in a basket presented to her with pretty flowers and a happy birthday card.

    "You know, I'm very skilled in the culinary department." He brought up through the momentary silence you happened to be enjoying. "Allow me to help?" He asked, but you ignored him.  "Also, red wine." He hummed, wiggled his fingers, pulling a bottle, an expensive bottle, of red right off the counter behind you and into his hand with just a thought. "Great stress relief." He smiled. "And it goes amazing with cheese. And pasta." He winked.

   "I'm good." You deadpanned.

"You certainly are... something." His eyes raked over you. "Just a glass? And I'll be quiet. Promise. As a witch I'm connected with the earth. I'm able to feel the negative stressful energy your radiating and honestly it does not feel good." He shook his head. Snapping his fingers, and in an instant two wine glasses appeared right in front of him.

   "Then leave." You suggested.

"But then how would I be able to see that pretty face of yours?" He asked.

    "From the hottest pits of hell."

"If it's as hot as you then I won't stand a chance." He flirted, but you weren't all that impressed. Kai was no dope one of the most attractive men you've ever seen. But he was an arrogant asshole. He didn't care about the lives of others, he saw the entire world disposable. And while his physical beauty may have been stunning, his insides were as ugly as they could get.  And you'd be dealing with his ugly insides for possibly hours until Damon and Bonnie returned. Great.

   "Just pour the fucking wine, Kai." You groaned making him smiled.

   "As you wish, princess." He smirked, popping open the bottle.

   It only took 30 minutes and one 1 glass of wine before you felt yourself loosen up a bit. Your shoulders relax and you even let your guard down just enough to turn your back on Kai to grab some seasoning from one of the drawers. It took an hour and 2 glasses of wine before you let kai help you in making the homemade pasta. To be fair, you didn't really know how, and you were totally just going to wing it. Kai showed you how to knead the soft dough, and how to cut your fettuccine.

   "Your hands are really soft." You soft, as he showed you how to work your palms in the dough.Truthfully, it was a simple innocent moment. There was nothing to be read into it.

   "I moisturize." He shrugged, joking... sort of.

  It took an hour and a half and 3 1/2 glasses of one and 1 giant sobering shared bowl of pasta because neither of you felt like doing so many dishes later, than you begin to notice what a gorgeous shade of blue his eyes were. And how when he wasn't being a complete asshole he was actually kind of funny. And it took one disgustingly long gaze into each other's eyes before he made his move.

   You felt his lips touch yours, softly at first. The sweet of the wine mixing on both of your lips. His hand, on your waist, as he pressed his lips a bit harsher onto yours. Before you could think about what was going on your lips pushed back into his. You let this foolery go on for about 30 seconds before your mind snapped back into reality. You pushed him away from you, quickly wiping your lips in hopes that would erase the sin you just committed.

   "What the fuck was that?" You glared at him.

"That was you... being attracted... to me." He smiled, proving his earlier point.

   "You kissed me." You made clear.

"And you certainly kissed me back, angel." He replied. "I wouldn't have pegged you for such a good kisser, but with lips like those I shouldn't gues-" you hand stung his cheek. His head turning to the side at the force of your hit. If he didn't have vamp healing, then that would have definitely left a mark. Hell, with the force you put into that slap it would've left a mark regardless. "Ouch." He blinked a few times before looking back to you. "Honestly that was kind of hot."

  "You're so- ugh!" You growled.

"Your only angry because you like it. And you know you did." He fired.

   "I would never like kissing you." You spoke as if it was the grossest thing in the world.

   "Your tongue said otherwise." He commented.

"You're delusional." You scoffed. "We kissed for like 2 seconds. It was a moment of weakness. And it won't happen again." You said sternly.

    "You trying to convince me or yourself?" He smirked. You swung to slap him again but this time he caught your hand, yanking you closer to him.

   "Let me go." You growled.

"You are so hot when your mean to me, you know." It was almost as if he was mocking you. "It'd be even hotter if you just admit that you liked me." His grip didn't falter no matter how hard you were trying to break free of his grasp.

    "Fuck you." You scoffed. "You are evil. Literal scum on earth. I would never like you. I fucking hate you." The look in you eyes betraying every word for some reason. Your eyes darting back and forth to his lips, painfully obvious. You mind occupied with how strong his scent was and how it was fogging up every thought you had.

   "Say it like you mean it this time." He chuckled.

"I hate you." You repeated. The amusement in his eyes refusing to fade. "I hate you." You spoke again pushing it into his head. You kept repeating it until he shut you up with another kiss pressed to your lips. For a second your lost your train of though before pushing him away again. You just glared at him, your wrist still in his hand.

   It was like their was a silent deal being made. Silent agreement of attraction before your lips collided again in a more animalistic matter. Your hands holding his face to yours. His hands traveling down your body, lifting you up from the back of your thighs, allowing your legs to wrapped around his waist. He carried like it was nothing. A faint whoosh of cool air against your skin and you felt your back hit the wall. You let out a breathless moan as your mouths continued to work against each other, no rhythm or goal in mind just sloppy lips moving against each other.

    You felt the air again, and this time you were both upstairs, you back pinned against one of the old painting on the wall, his sloppy eager kisses trailing down your neck. You head thrown back as you reveled in the feeling on his warm lips against your cool skin. This was wrong. But he felt so good against you. One time. One time, wouldn't hurt. And that's all it would be. Worthless meaningless sex. Just something to get your mind off of everything. That's not so bad... right?

    And with one more use of his vampiric speed you were both in one of the empty rooms, your feet on the ground again. Back pressed to the door. Both of you shoving the clothes off of each other, eager just to be naked. Every time kai would nip at a bit of skin of your neck you would release a soft moan that only spurred him on further.

    "Still hate me, angel ?" He chuckled, as you both broke apart to lift his shirt over his head.

    "More than ever." You spoke breathlessly, eyes scanning over his scarily toned body. "You work out?" You ask, as him just snapped his fingers and made you shirt disappear without fail.

   "A bit." He smirked, hand going to wrapped around your throat, forcing your lips together. You moaned a little to loudly for your liking at the pressure of his hand around your neck.

   He guided your backwards to the perfectly made bed, bringing your to the edge of it before using some of his stretch's for toss you on. You went straight to you knees, lips colliding again as he stood at the edge of the bed. His hands roaming everywhere. Leaving trails of goosebumps along your arms and back, and earning moans as he kneaded the flesh of your ass. Your hands traveling down to his boxers. His jeans discarded somewhere by the door. Your hand, stroking the growing bulge in his boxers. You couldn't say you weren't surprised at the size of him. Usually when guys are douchebags it's because they are compensating for something... he, clearly, was just an ass to be an ass.

You let out a soft gasp as he pushed you back. Your body colliding with the soft fluffy pillows. His body climbing on top of you quickly. Your legs spreading, to allow him in between them. His crotch grinding down into yours adding the friction you were desperately craving.

"Oh the things I could do to you right now." He growled, tongue tracing one of the veins going up your neck.

"Do you ever shut up?" You grumbled, forcing his face back to yours, lips shutting him up before he could get another word in. You had shivers running down your spine, back arching into his chest.

"Have I mention how hot you are when you're mean to me." He groaned against your lips. His hand traveling down your body, fingers slipping past the bone of your panties. His smile widened at the feeling of his fingers being coated in your arousal, you felt the change in his features, and you pushed his face away from yours for just a moment.

"What?" You're eyebrows furrowed as he chuckled.

"Don't hate me so much right now do ya?" His eyebrow raised, fingers pressing down on your clit earning a moan.

"God, your such a dick." You moaned, feeling as his middle finger slid slowly into your cunt. He watched as you're face twisted in pleasure as his finger pumped in and out of you, not caring enough to ease you into it. He was using his strength to stretch you out with just a finger, his pace brutal as sent butterflies fluttering through you. Your moans and the wet lewd sounds of his finger fucking into you were just euphoric.

   He inserted one more finger, earning a louder moan. One of your arms sprawled out next to you, fingers digging into the duvet, gripping it as harshly as you could, the other wrapped around his shoulder, nails raking along the skin on his bare back. His middle and ring finger scissoring you open quickly, making sure to get you nice and prepared for what he had in store.

   "Fuck kai." You're moan was high pitched and you were unable to control yourself, actually. He grinned at the way his name rolled off of your tongue, like it belonged there. It sound so natural, and almost just like he had imagined it. Your back arched of the bed, his chest blocking you from going any higher, breathing began to become shaky. You cried as your orgasm ripped through you with no extensive warning. You're legs a bit shaky trying to close, but his body was in the way. You're hoops bucking into his fingers as he refused to stop, watching the way the pleasure took over your face.

   "Kai stop it I can't-" he shushed you, only pumping his fingers faster earning a soft cry as your nails dug deeper into his skin, nearly breaking through the surface. He hissed with both pleasure and pain, his effect on you only driving him further.

    "You can be louder than that right?" He teased, fingers hitting into you harder until you felt a second wave a relieve wash over you. A scream of his name earned a cocky smile as he removed his fingers. 

     He brought his finger up to you mouth, but you only glared at him.

   "Open, and suck my fingers like the good little slut your going to be for me." He demanded, his body weight shifting to his knees so his other hand could grip your chin. Your mouth opened and he forced his fingers in between your hot puffy lips. You follow instructions for only a moment before shaking your head, denying him the satisfaction. "Don't be a fucking brat." He kept his fingers in your mouth, pushing them a little further in, only sliding them out a bit and repeating the mouth, fingering your mouth, while he held your chin in place. "Knew that pretty mouth was good for something other than being a bitch." He chuckled, as you whined around his cum coated digits. 

   He removed his fingers, once he felt you cleaned them off fairly well, tapping your cheek for a job well done. He smiled down at you mockingly, as you glared, again...

    "Fuck you."

"What did we say about that language?" He faked him disapproval, lifting himself off of you. His hands pushing apart your legs further than they already were. Your panties still covering your soaking core, ripped off in a single second.

   "What the fuck-" you felt a slight sting on your cheek from his hand colliding with the skin. It was hard but it was enough to shut you up. And make you wetter just from the feel of it.

   "I said to watch you're fucking mouth." He gritted through his teeth. "We certainly have a lot of work to do, don't we?"

   "This is the only time you'll ever come close to touching me again, so you better make it worth your fucking while." You growled, his hand wrapping around your throat again, earning a moan.

   "We both know this definitely won't be the last time." He spoke confidently. "Gonna fuck you so good, you won't even be able think about anything but my cock." His words had a venom that made your skin crawl with excitement. And you hated every bit of how good he could make you feel. It was making it harder to convince yourself this would only be a one time thing.

   "God, you really do talk so much." You groaned.

"I have a nice voice, why not use it." He grinned.

    "Or you're just trying to distract me from the fact that your barely going to last 3 minutes." You fired, not caring much about his feelings at the time. His features darkened at the comment. A shot at his masculinity? That was low. Probably meant to piss him off. As was everything you said.

    He mumbled a series a curse words, immediately lining himself up with your entrance. The angry red tip of his cock, slowly pushing into your cunt, causing your jaw to fall slack, a silent breath escaping as he nearly pushed all the oxygen from your lungs. Hands gripping the fabric underneath you naked body, as your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him closer to you.

    "All it took was my cock to get you to behave?" He tsked, basking in the feeling of how tight your cunt was gripping him. He wasn't even all the way in yet, and you were already falling apart. "Should've known you just needed to get laid, angel. Probably would've fucked that attitude right out of you ages ago." He pulled his hips back before snapping them back into you. Forcing his full length in your curb without warning earning a pained cry. Your hands went to his his back, nails automatically digging in.

   His hips repeating the assault, drawing the most erotic moans from your throat. You shut your eyes, head going back in ecstasy as you tried not to think about the repercussions you’d face from this later on, but someone wasn’t having it.

“Open your eyes.” He demanded. “Fucking look at me.” He growled, your eyes snapping open, as his hand wrapped around your throat. His finger squeezing the sides, barely enough to restrict your air flow, but enough to send a pulsing euphoria straight to your clit. “Look away or close your eyes again and I’ll stop.” He glowered. Your breathing was shaky, every time you tried to take a breath his cock pounded into you making you loose progress all over again.

“F-fuck you” you managed to squeak out, not daring to break eye contact, even as watery as they were getting.

“Such a fucking cunt.” He moaned as you felt the way your walls were convulsing around him.

“I fucking hate you.” You spoke again, mainly for yourself, but to really make sure it got through. “So fucking much.”

Your nails raked across the skin on his back, drawing out a deep redness which healed fairly quickly. The pain lasted for a second drawing out a loud moan from the siphon, causing his hips to stuttered. You of course noticed the obvious affected it had on the sick mind.

“I’m gonna- fuck, harder.” You moaned, feeling your orgasm approaching rapidly. For once in all the times you’ve known the heretic he actually listened, hips pulling back and pounding into you harder. You eyes rolling back as you tried to keep them open. A series of mindless moans escaping as your body began to vibrate, waves of pleasure beginning to break through your walls.

“Go ahead, angel, cum on my fucking cock.” He whispered into you ear. Shivers down your spine added to the pleasure. Your chest arching into his, the water in your ears spilling down the sides of your face. “I know you want, so be a good cockslut and cum for me, alright.” Though it shouldn’t have had the affect it did on you, his lips so close to your ear, hand around your neck, and cock hitting your g spot at a godly force, pushed you over the edge. You cried out his name once more, legs shaking as he continued fucking into you.

“S-shit I c-can’t-” you cried, making him grin at the helplessness in your eyes. So innocent, and sinful, a perfect blend of heaven and hell.

“Shhh…” his next hand just covered your mouth. Your loud moans being muffled. His hips hit into you one more good time before you gasped, moaning out as you felt him spilled his white hot seed spilling into you cunt. Filling you like nothing you’d ever felt. Your hands slipping down to his biceps gripping them as he milked himself out in your cunt, before pulling out, watching as he spilled out of you a bit.

He removed his hands from your mouth and throat. Still breathless, his used his fingers to push the white contents back into your cunt, earning a soft moan, just as you heard a door slam. A car door.

Bonnie and Damon were home.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You growled, knowing there was no way you could make yourself look decent enough so that they wouldn’t pick up on what the two of you were doing.

“Right in time.” He smirked as if this wouldn’t have gotten the both of you killed.

“Get the fuck off of me.” You pushed him a way, sitting up quickly, feeling his cum travel down a little two quickly. “Fuck, Kai.” You growled.

“Most people would be thankful, I couldn’t waited until they were at the door to finish.” He spoke, shuffling off the bed, picking up his boxers kicked on the floor, and sliding them up his legs pretty quickly, hoping his bludgeoned wouldn’t be evident through his jeans.

“You heard them coming?” Your eyes went wide, and he let out a chuckle.

“This whole heretic thing has its perks. This vamp hearing man, it’s crazy.” He shrugged as if it was emo big deal.

You shot out of bed, finding you jeans on the floor, seeing as he ripped your panties you were praying to got that you could hold in everything until you got home.

“You’re such a fucking prick.” You grumbled, chastising him for his reckless behavior. Scrambling around for your clothes. Grabbing your shirt and pulling it over your head before head swiftly out the room door with kai also fully dressed right behind you as you heard the front doors knob jingle.

“Weren’t complaining about it when you were cumming around my ‘prick’ a few minutes ago.” He laughed which only pissed you off more.

The front door opened just as the back of your hand collided with his cheek. The sound loud and even made Damon flinch as he walked through. He quickly turned to Bonnie who was wildly amused by the situation.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have left these two alone together in the same room…” he pondered.

“You’re back now, meaning the barriers down right?” You spoke, walking quickly towards Damon who held You’re keys in his hand. Bonnie shook her head, trying not to catch the wrong side of your hand next. “Good.”

As you walked past you snatch the keys from Damon’s finger, slamming the front door behind you.

[malereader-inserts]

See You Again

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries Pairing: Mikaelson Family & Brother!Reader Summary: Meet the family whilst hunting an idiot it’s the best first impression Word Count: 1,000

“He’s so fucking pissed.”

“Damon,” Caroline snapped her head to her friend, “What did you do?”

Damon chuckled nervously, he was a little bit on edge. The Mikaelsons were back permanently, after realising they wanted a somewhat quieter life, meaning New Orleans no longer provided the quiet life anymore. 

A lot of things had changed since they came back. Elena stayed with Damon, despite him still being a vampire, they were in talks about whether he turns back to a human or she turns into a vampire. Caroline and Klaus made their relationship as permanent as their life, realising that they were both undeniably in love with each other. Elijah and Hayley were slowly repairing their love.

Kol found a new friend to be with, too much of Bonnie’s dismay having it be her boyfriend, Enzo. Stefan and Rebekah were working things out, though it’s not turning well as Matt gravitates back to her. Freya and Finn likethe new adjustments to Mystic Falls, though Finn is still a little bit apprehensive about being back where he betrayed his family.

Hope has new sisters, after Caroline had given birth to her twins, she is very happy to have people her age she can be around. Alaric was just happy to see his kids thriving, even if it means extending it to the Mikaelsons, who have taken fondness towards him.

Everyone was happy, they were content.

“What did you do.”

“You know our favourite Mikaelson?”

Damon scanned the room of his friends, Bonnie and Caroline looked intrigued as much as they have their favoured brother of the Mikaelsons, there was always one that they loved the most - both romantically and platonically. Elena looked up from her book, her eyebrow raised as Stefan let out the biggest sigh. 

“Damon,” Alaric spoke, “What did you do to piss off a demon?”

“The Mikaelsons don’t even know he’s alive, and this how we’re gonna tell them?” Stefan exclaimed, “Are we supposed to go to their house and be like, ‘Hi guys sorry to interrupt family time, but your brother that you thought was dead is actually alive and Damon has pissed him off!’ Yeah, that sounds great, don’t you think?”

“What?” Heads turn to see Rebekah at the doorway with Matt next to her, “Tell me you’re lying.”

Caroline gave Stefan a look, before looking at Rebekah, “(Y/n), right?”

Rebekah looks like she was near tears before rushing home, Caroline went after her, knowing she could be a person to calm Klaus as Stefan dragged Damon by the ear.

“In all fairness, he’s temperamental.” 

“You idiot,” Caroline smacks him as the Mikaelsons were amused and yet confused with the information.

“How is he alive?” Elijah asked as Caroline shares a look with Damon and Stefan, it must be clear that Rebekah did not hear that part of the conversation. 

“Well-”

The front doors slammed open to see a dishevelled man, arm pinned against the door he had slammed opened. In great shock, the Mikaelsons stood there witnessing that it was their brother, very much alive. But, whilst they stood there doing nothing, a crossbow bolt shot through the room.

“Where the hell did you get that?” Caroline screamed at Damon.

Damon shrugged, “Stole it from Alaric before we left, thought I needed protection.”

The originals stared in horror to see the bolt embedded in their brother. Yet, despite being it in deep, you snarled as you looked up at Damon.

“Do I look,” you snarled, ripping the crossbow bolts out from between your ribs “Like the kind of bitch who dies?”

“Holy shit,” Caroline breathed out in a shock.

“Listen!” Damon hands up in the air, before sporadically pointing to your siblings, “Family!”

You snarled as you looked at your siblings, your chest slowly heaving up and down as you were about to calm down before your grip tightened on the bolt, eyes back on Damon. At this moment of desperation, he went down on his knees.

“This is a sight I’ve never seen before,” Stefan mocked, snorting behind his brother as Rebekah giggled, though looking down when she sees Elijah glaring at her.

“You’re off the hook this time, Salvatore, but next time you piss me off. I will slowly kill you, and I will ravish in your begging screams to plead me to have mercy, you hear me?”

Your siblings were sure they saw a hint of red within your eyes, even if it flash momentarily. However, they didn’t understand, you were Henrik’s age when they became vampires, how were you alive and more terrifying than them.

“We didn’t know how to break the news,” Caroline spoke softly to your family, who turn their attention to her, “It’s not every day that your supposed dead brother is alive and he’s like a big shot in hell.”

“I did not sell my soul to be called a big shot in hell,” You exclaimed, tilting your head in dramatic effect as Caroline smiles, “You have always been a charmer, Caroline.”

“Careful, (Y/n),” She says, though Klaus cannot help but feel threatened in the way she looks at you, “Klaus might get possessive.”

You paused before standing up straight, “Well, dearest brother, I congrats you for winning the heart of Caroline Forbes.”

“How are you alive?” Kol asked

“Well, thank you for interrupting my monologue-”

“No one wants to hear that,” Stefan complained as you cast your eyes towards him, “No offence.”

“Well, if you used your ears, which are conveniently created for hearing. I sold my soul a demon, who then I killed to become a demon to serve our Gods. It’s all convoluted, but I will explain in due time. I don’t think I would have happened to cross over my siblings, I thought you guys were dead.”

“So did we.”

You smirked at your siblings, though you cast Freya a look of confusion, before scanning the eyes of your siblings. You chuckled to yourself.

“It’s nice to see you again.”

[rainbow-femme]

I saw Fast X let’s see what I remember

I got very excited seeing Paul Walker in the beginning, I like that they try to find ways to get him in. Although it is very funny to me that they don’t try even a little bit in this one to explain why he’s not with the rest of the team. I guess he’s babysitting again

The recast of Dom’s son is so unsubtle it’s amazing. Like I know Vin Diesel believes he’s part black, he may be idk not my business, and probably wanted that represented in his characters kid, but John Cena is playing his full biological brother so the suggestion here is this kid gets his black ancestry through the John Cena line of the family which is hilarious

Speaking of John Cena, so much better in this one than 9, probably because they let him be funny instead of sad

I saw that double tank top on Letty and I knew my wife Sanja Hays was back

I called them making Cipher becoming part of the family. No redemption, no apology for killing Elena, or kidnapping Dom’s son, or trying to steal nukes, she’s just here now and finally has a good hair cut

I feel like this movie is a great example of listening to criticism and committing to the bit. People said the other movies didn’t have enough cars and this movie is 98% cars, but they also fully committed to the ridiculousness and were not backing off

I didn’t know how I’d feel about Jason Momoa as the villain but damn is he my favorite villain in this series, we really needed a muscular, effeminate evil bastard and he delivers. I’m pretty sure he’s wearing a different nail polish in every scene

To keep track of the cities they have absolutely fucked, we’ve got Rio, Edinburgh, and now Rome. They were just like yup we are blowing up the Vatican, that’s what’s happening in this one

Ramsey learned to drive :)

They show the Torretto cross necklace so much I really want the last movie to reveal they’re Jewish or something and the necklace is just an aesthetic choice

Between Jason Momoa and the Michelle Rodriguez-Charlize Theron fight this was a very bisexual movie for me

I love all of Brie Larson’s funky little outfits in this

Roman and Tej are soulmates and they’re so mad about it. Like they’re bound together in ways they will never connect to anyone else and it pisses them off so bad

I hope other people noticed that Pete Davidson’s black market dealer character was on Tumblr the whole time. I tried to see his blog name but it went too fast

I love that we’re on movie 10 when these guys are supposed to be some of the worlds greatest heroes and they 100% still kill with impunity. Mia had no idea why agents for the group she works with (I love that they referred to it as freelancing) were storming the house and she just immediately went into “Oh boy here I go killing again” mode no questions asked

I need to go back and see how many times they A. Are blasted world wide as criminals and terrorists and B. Get their same house exploded/full of bullets

Absolutely alarming amount of time before we got butts on screen, truly a mind boggling amount of time

Also Elena’s sister didn’t inherit her driftwood indoor arch which I was very sad about, RIP driftwood indoor arch

How did it take 10 movies for them to use the song Gasolina? That shit came out in 2010

Can’t wait for the next movie and watching Letty and Cipher in their Get Along shirt

Dom has watched two of his family members die via high speed car explosion, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it happened twice

I absolutely called that ending reveal, I knew [REDACTED] wasn’t dead, [PRONOUN] just had to leave to play [CHARACTER] for a bit before getting brought back

Also love that they never gave the nuclear submarine back to Russia, they just kept it

I do wonder how Dom and his son are going to survive a dam exploding on them. Probably by driving if I had to guess

Watching The Fast and the Furious

I love that not a single person in this movie can act, absolutely amazing

I love that the racing competition is called Race Wars and not a single person comments on that

I love that when trying to prove himself as a hardcore racer to Dom, Brian orders tuna on white bread with the crust cut off from Doms sister every day

I love the assertion that in Los Angeles there are parts of the city that literally hundreds of cars can congregate for street racing and it’s only after like a half hour that any cops notice

I love that the big heists the gang pulls are for DVD players

I love that the rival gang that’s a red herring just had a garage full of legally bought DVD players and it’s never explained

I love that they leave for a heist in the middle of the night and it’s clearly mid morning to afternoon when it happens, so like 6 hours after they drive out to the middle of the desert to wait

I love that they’re going 140 miles per hour on a highway with a semi truck and communicating by yelling from car to car, while in real life if you’re going over 50 with the windows kinda down you can’t hear the person in your passenger seat

I love that Brian wears Converse while drag racing

Love it, 9/10, I just wish we had a scene of the gang explaining how they fence hundreds of DVD players on a regular basis