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peterthepark · 3 years ago

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begin again (1)

pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

tags: friends to lovers, awkwardness and humor, slow burn, brief mentions of loneliness, depictions of violence and death, grief, fluff, almost 5k words ;)

summary: peter parker was a horrible neighbor, but that’s the price to pay when you unknowingly live next to new york’s favorite sticky superhero. but despite the snarky remarks and your childish antics, you and peter had a lot more in common, and a lot more walls between each other than the one in your apartment.

notes: epic peter parker series coming up. here’s the first part! much more to come… based off of taylor swift’s song “begin again (TV)” idk how many chapters this’ll have, kind of just rawdogging it and seeing where it goes, but enjoy for now :)

missing out? ➤ [my masterlist] - [series masterpost]

The beeps and honks from the road below echoed as the open window swung lightly against the winter wind. Hues of yellow pooled through, decorating the stained floorboards with sun and light. It was nearing ten in the morning, and yesterday’s coffee sat in a mug ready to be reheated. The radiator hummed - although off - it sang quietly on the days you’d wake up after a long night of reading and frantically typing away on your computer. The TV chimed in the background as you went to collect the bread from your toaster. Your earbuds clattered to the floor as you leaned to take a plate from the cabinet, and you cursed in frustration.

“Fucking wireless… hate this.” You muttered, tuning out the sounds of NYC as you listened to the newest Murder Mystery podcast on your phone. As if you hadn’t been interrupted enough already, your ringtone goes off, and you find yourself groaning at the caller ID. “Hey, Jameson.” He rambles on about the news. “Yeah, I’m watching…” You turn to the TV. “... Absolutely not, send someone else.” You waved your hand around with a stern tone, then scoffed. It was your day off. And there he was, that red and blue spider, swinging away from the unfocused camera after intervening with a bank robbery. “I know he’s my portion of the article. But I’m off… Weren’t you satisfied with what I did last week? Yes, send him instead… ‘Kay, whatever, bye.”

You sighed. Unlike Jameson, it wasn’t your job to tear Spider-Man and his cobwebs to silky shreds. You just liked writing and happened to have a fondness for the vigilante. You knew Jameson was using your Spider-Man fanatics for his own benefit, and for The Daily Bugle, and you didn’t mind. What was cooler than following Spider-Man across the city? You were about to relax on the couch for the first time, toast on plate, plate in hand, until there was a loud clang against the wall behind you. And then there was scuffling in the hallway.

And then a knock.

With furrowed brows and two bites of your toast, you approached the door with long strides. Peering through the peephole, you saw a warped image of a man. Tall, lanky, unsure of where to put his hands and what to do with the stray thread on his jacket. You opened the door slowly, and a smile tugged at the corners of the stranger’s lips. He noticed your confusion, and he purses his lips before speaking.

“Hi, I’m Peter. Peter Parker. I, uh,” He shifted on his feet. Gesturing to the apartment next to yours, he chuckles awkwardly. “I moved in next door, just in 5C. I don’t think we’ve gotten the chance to meet yet.” You blinked. Peter isn’t sure if he said something wrong, or if he was too friendly for your liking, but it takes almost a minute for you to reply. “So, hi.”

He knows because he counted the seconds of silence.

“Sorry, hi, I’m Y/N.” You snapped out of your trance, and he puffed in relief when you responded. You stick your hand out to him. “Great to finally meet the clumsy neighbor.” You laughed, pulling the door open just a little more.

The tips of his ears turned hot, and he cleared his throat by putting his fist against his mouth with embarrassment. “Ha, oof. Clumsy. Yeah, sorry about that. Really. I hadn’t realized the walls were so… thin? I really hope I haven’t woken you up or disturbed anything or -” He paused, calming his rambling. “You know, I really didn’t realize how hard it is to move a sofa when you don’t have anyone to help you move in.”

You hummed, eyeing his beat-up converse and the weird strings of cobwebs on the knees of his pants. “Do you need help moving a sofa?” You squinted at him.

The tension in his body deflated. His shoulders hung with a pleading sigh.

“God, yes, please.”

Peter didn’t need help moving a goddamned sofa. He knew that, but at least you didn’t. His crazy enhanced strength gave him the ability to lift almost anything… except the Empire State Building. (He tried that once, and failed - much to his surprise. Tried grabbing from the base of the building then tried from the top. Didn’t work at all. Every tourist and police officer looked at him weirdly). But, he did know that he was lonely. Peter recalled the look of pity the landlord had given him when he admitted it was just him at the moment. Ever determined, he wanted to make acquaintances in the building. More like acquaintance, singular. Frankly, you were the only one who opened their door after he had been going around knocking. The sofa excuse? He had just finished watching that one episode of Friends, and it was the first thing that came to mind.

Now, he realized maybe this was a bad idea. He didn’t mean to disturb the girl next door. Was it weird asking you to lift a couch with him? Probably. You were pretty, was he wrong for asking you? Would you cuss him out and think he was a weird Queens creep that wanted to be alone with you? No, he had good intentions. Just wanted to be friendly. So much for a welcome. Peter didn’t think that you would even accept, much more open the door. But you did. Out of all the neighbors - the woman with like eight chihuahuas across from him, the old man who would always get locked out of his place, the snotty sorority girl, the man who won’t stop playing EDM music on max fucking volume - you welcomed him. And he’s thankful. Sure, you were sort of timid and kinda kept to yourself but you’d show bits and pieces of who you were to him with witty, quick remarks. But it was just what he needed. He’d take these mysterious neighbors anyday over isolation and a dark bedroom that didn’t feel warm anymore. Peter already decided you were his favorite neighbor, but to a very close tie with the chihuahua lady.

Peter seemed like he was capable of lifting it himself. You saw it for a moment, the way the sofa literally hovered over the floor for a few seconds. But, you shrugged it off, deciding maybe he wanted company. He was your new neighbor, the last thing you would want is an argument over a tiny observation of his behavior.

An argument.

Maybe you jinxed yourself because Peter said something about this “god-awful podcast” he heard in the mornings and you choked on air.

“God-awful? Now, that’s a little harsh, don’t you think?” You leaned against the doorway of the hall leading to his bedroom, watching as he arranged the throw pillows on the sofa. It was funny, seeing his long limbs stretched out on the floor. “I don’t think it’s god-awful. I think it’s genius. I like to believe they’re based on real stories. Keeps me up at night. You just lack taste, Peter.”

“Am not lacking taste, but I think it’s almost horrific that you’ve gotten through like, how many episodes? Sixteen? How do you sit through sixteen episodes of a fake podcast?” He looked at you over his shoulder, eyebrows comically drawn into a concerned look. “Torture, I tell you. Having to hear that through my walls every morning since I got here-”

“How do you even hear them? I have earbuds in everyday.”

He paused, almost to think. “Your earbuds are ass.”

“Dude, you just got here and you’re already annoying.” You moved, intending to leave so you wouldn’t overstay your invitation. Peter laughed, running a hand through his locks. It stung a little, only because he was always a sensitive one at heart. But he hadn’t been called annoying in a while and in a weird way, it made him feel youthful. It was oddly comforting. “Now, if you suddenly need help with another sofa, I’ll be next door. You can holler, or you know, start shit-talking my favorite podcast again. I’ll hear either.”

It was a joke, but it was also half-meant. Because Peter Parker was starting to get on your nerves. This buffoon, with no taste in podcasts, and his shitty ugly couch that you should’ve left alone.

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks, though.” He followed you out, shutting the door to his apartment behind him as he stepped into the hallway with you. “I appreciate the sofa help. Let me know what I can do to help you overcome that, you know, bad podcast addiction of yours.” He ducked his head playfully, catching your eyes glimmer with wit.

“Cry about it. You’re welcome.” You can’t help but snicker. The corner of your lip tugged upwards, and you shrugged before glancing at Peter as you let yourself into 6C. “For the record, maybe listening to a bad podcast will help you keep it down there.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Y/N!”

Back inside your apartment, you realized that talking with Peter had taken an hour and a half of your day. It felt longer - fun, despite the various times you’d subtly clash heads and the times he’d shit-talk your tastes in podcasts. You never realized the lingering smile on your face, but you did realize that you had left your phone in here all that time and you missed a couple of important texts.

J. Jonah Jameson. 1 new message.

Your new article was a hit.

I know its your day off but I heard info about some possible Spider-Man sightings for tonight.

Heard he has a new patrol route. Check your area.

(3 attachments).

You sat straighter in the wooden kitchen chair, skimming through the pictures that Jameson sent. Indeed, it was your area. Spider-Man was captured swinging over the coffee shop down the street. Another picture showed him interrupting the drug deal that commonly happened in the graffiti littered alleyway that separated your building from the next. And then the last pic seemed to be Peter’s fire escape. That kinda made you jealous. Spider-Man picking Peter’s fire escape over yours? How rude of him. Urging yourself not to get excited any further, you hurriedly texted Jameson back.

You got me. I’ll be there.

Thanksgiving bonus? :)

Get in on the action then we’ll talk.

New York, despite the pollution and no-no empty subway cars, was pretty at night. It was something you’d always known but would never get used to. The lights stretched out for miles, the busyness of people that never died down at night either, the soft thumping of bar music and busking. Although New York was great, it was deeply gorey. It was mean, cold, and cruel. It could chew you up and spit you out. But it had a certain red and blue individual that you couldn’t quite shake off.

Spider-Man saved you.

Which is why you were so fond of him.

He may have been painted as an antihero, altruist, or a no-good vigilante but deep down, you always saw him as a hero.

Flawed, but a hero.

You were nineteen when it happened. You and your parents had been walking the streets late at night. The lights had a green hue to them, and flickered with warning. It was one of the safer sides of the city, so no one was worried. At the time, you were tourists. Visiting family on the east coast during their wedding anniversary. But from there, it all gets blurry in a mix of screams and raw pain shooting through your arm. It was a robbery. Your parents were mugged. Shot. Twice. And you, a bullet grazed your arm, before Spider-Man swung down from the sky and pinned three robbers to the ground within a flash.

You flinched with each punch that Spider-Man pulled.

The way his suit rippled with rage.

Your throat was dry and you felt bile rise in your throat as the criminals pleaded for mercy. It was too hard to watch.

“Spider-Man.”

He didn’t look up once.

You moved, to reach for him, to stop him. “Spider-Man.” You could hear the grunts under his mask. He was steaming with anger. His suit started to turn redder. “Spider-Man!”

You reached for his fist, stopping him from leaving a final blow. He finally looked back at you, pulled back into this reality - this nightmare - as his webbed knuckles stained your palms with blood.

The police arrived five minutes too late.

You remembered how you stood on the sidewalk. In shock, breathless, yet your chest rose heavy with each gasp of oxygen you took. You never felt the rushed hands of paramedics nearly dragging you to the ambulance. You never heard the voices of concern swirling all around you, but the police sirens haunted you. It was like the world had taken all your senses, except sight.

Because you saw. And you watched it happen.

You tore your eyes away from the corpses on the ground, not wanting to stare any longer. Your lifeless glare landed on Spider-Man. He was already looking at you. You wished you couldn’t see the shell of your reflection in the eyes of his mask. The way you sat in the ambulance, the way that everything and everyone felt suddenly unknown to you. But Spider-Man never tore his gaze away as you were treated. You wished, at that moment, to see his eyes behind the mask. Just to see the sliver of the person beneath.

You thanked him with a nod of your head.

You didn’t know, but Spider-Man was crying. He empathized.

He broke your gaze and then he disappeared into the night.

You didn’t find yourself haunted by that memory anymore. In fact, you came to peace with it. There was a time where you questioned why Spider-Man wasn’t able to come sooner. Maybe he could’ve saved your parents. People tended to ask what happened that night when they would find out that you were a witness to Spider-Man in action, out of worry, curiosity, to judge. And you’d tell them that he saved you and you were grateful to be alive. Your parents didn’t make it out. It was just a robbery in the street.

You called it your Bruce Wayne origin-story. No one found that funny, except you.

It was around ten at night when you witnessed the familiar lean figure swing from one building to the next. You would’ve missed it, had you moped longer. But, you saw the quick and calculated motion on the building across the street. You had taken to the roof of your building for a better view, feeling that maybe Spider-Man would feel brave and try that fire escape again. You lost him in the shadows, but you recognized the loud thwip! and your brows raised at the web that landed down the side of the building.

You rushed to turn your camera on, nearly dashing over the edge of the building to catch him in front of Peter’s fire escape. But by the time you were able to check, he was fucking gone, as you peered over the edge. Damn superheroes and their super speed and super sense. The only thing left was whatever remained from his web, and you decided to snap a picture anyways.

You texted Jameson.

It was a bust. I’ll try again next time.

Not entirely disappointed, you made your way back inside your building. You were hit with warmth and the stuffiness of the hallway felt cozy, contrasting from the cold and the bits of snow that accumulated in the cable knit of your beanie. You were just about to pass by Peter’s door when it swung open, as if he had been waiting for you to pass. He was out of breath. His hair - if you thought it was crazy before, it surely was now - sat like a rat’s nest above his forehead. His pupils were wide and his lips were wet as his tongue darted out to lick them.

It’s almost like Peter was caught doing something, but he was quick to acknowledge you, “H-Hi!” His head tilted to the side. He laughed loudly, and you sent him an accusatory look. “What, Y/N?”

“I think you’re so weird.” You enunciate each word. And you look down, out of habit. You didn’t mean to look at him, but you were trying to look at your shoes and that was when the Spider-Man covered boxers caught your eye. You lowered your voice, “If you have someone over, the least you could do is not wear the Spidey boxers. You really are weird, take it to heart.”

He grimaced. Peter realized that you were insinuating that he was having sex and he wore Spider-Man boxers for hookups. His hands move to cover his crotch area, “Oh, my god. No, not what you think. I’m by myself.”

“You don’t need to act like that. I don’t actually care.” You huffed, scratching the back of your head. “M’not your girlfriend so…”

Eh, you kinda did. You would never admit it though.

“Unfortunately.” He joked. And you took the biggest mental note of it. He flirted without a thought, for the first time today. Peter had just met you and he was flirting. He blushed after, taken aback by his own forwardness. You shut yourself up before a stutter could make it past your lips. Peter also noticed. Hoping he hadn’t made you uncomfortable with his joke, he instantly brushed over it with another. “What? Who said that? I think there’s someone eavesdropping on our conversation. I heard it.” He comically looked around each end of the hallway, and you tried to stifle a laugh from his antics.

“I’m your neighbor, which is worse. I can hear everything so if you’re gonna…” You trailed off.

“I’m not. I was changing, Y/N. That’s all.” He bumped your shoulder, wagging his finger at you. “Don’t be jealous of me now.”

There it was. Peter felt like a bit of himself again, cracking his quick-witted jokes. After being stuck in a rut for ages, he finally felt himself being tugged out. Years of therapy maybe got him somewhere.

You poked him away. “Not jealous. Just making sure my neighbor knows that I know what’s up.” You grinned up at him, popping the p. “I’m only joking, Peter. I think the Spidey boxers are kinda cool.”

“Yeah?” He perked up, before you admired how his shoulders broadened.

“But, when you wear them, they look kinda lame.” He snorted at the insult, softly nudging you towards your apartment.

“You’re insufferable.”

You placed your hand on your hip, leaning your weight on one side, “I think I’d rock them better.”

“Y/N? In my underwear? Oh, but we’ve only just met.” The thought made Peter warm and jittery inside, his cheeks rosy. It made you blush, too. For the same reasons.

“I’m sure The Daily Bugle would love seeing their favorite Spider-Man writer in some fanmade merch.” You said, matter of factly.

Peter stopped, smile dwindling as a spark of curiosity nudged him. “Spider-Man writer?”

You nodded, pulling out your phone and showing what looked to be the newest publication of The Daily Bugle. His eyes hurriedly read over the words, and they zeroed-in on the contents beneath the article header.

His eyebrows deepened their furrow.

“Well? Hopefully my bad podcasts don't translate into bad writing.” You gazed up at Peter expectantly, concerned at his shift in behavior.

Peter wasn’t distraught. Nor was he offended. Because the only article that said somewhat good and unbiased things about Spider-Man was yours. He should’ve listened in on all those stressed phone calls you’ve been dealing with. He knew that he recognized Jameson’s voice. You, his neighbor, who had such access to Peter, but not Spidey. At least, he doesn’t think you have access to Spider-Man. Peter was careful, calculated, but he also could be ignorant at times like the dumbass he is. Maybe, you’ve seen him on the fire escape? Not so smart of him, but it was a possibility that he couldn’t just rule out.

Peter would never use his window again.

“Do you know Spider-Man?”

“What? No, doofus. I’m just a journalist.” Peter’s soft eyes met yours for the first time in a while. Like, they were searching. You pried your phone from his tight grip. “If you’re some insane Spider-Man fanboy, I really can’t help you. I don’t think he does selfies.”

That’s when he started to study you. To really look at you, this time. Your eyes. Bright, yet exhausted from the all-nighters you’d pull covering a story. The way your eyebrows fell, how worry creased over the dryness and cracks of your winter lips. You were familiar, but he couldn’t place where. Peter stepped back.

He’d do a background check later. He didn’t know why he hadn’t done one in the first place, and he would’ve decked himself in the head if you weren’t standing so close to him.

“Yeah,” You managed to capture the second glance he gave your phone as you tucked it away. “Huge fan. Can’t you tell?” He gestured to his boxers.

You sensed his slight uneasiness, and you took it as your sign to head back inside. “Okay, well. Maybe I can hook something up one day. Don’t think Spider-Man does autographs either. I’m gonna go sleep this off now.”

“Yup, me too.” Peter’s digits made a beeline for his door handle.

“Hey, actually wait!” You called out to him just before he could leave. He blinked widely at you, awaiting the rest of your sentence. “I-I promise I’m not some Spider-Man hunter or anything… if that’s what you’re thinking of. I just… think he’s a good guy. And interesting. Jonah Jameson takes things too far. I don’t. I think New York needs to see both sides of that coin.”

Peter doesn’t know why, but he believed you. His cheeks warmed at the words of appreciation, something he hadn’t heard for years. For whatever reason, you could’ve been lying. Yet, you didn’t know that side of him, and he was convinced you were speaking from the heart. The sincerity laced in your voice seemed too real to be mistaken for artificiality. He liked that about you, that you were upfront with him with anything. And you sensed him.

Like it was so easy for you to read people. To read him.

Not just Spider-Man. Peter. The last person able to read him so easily was Gwen. And that scared him to pieces. That familiarity you carried, whether it was platonic or not, it gave him some hope. He allowed himself to smile. Maybe these apartments weren’t such a bad thing after all. Peter wanted to be optimistic. He wanted to have fun and live again, and do anything but mope. Gwen had been gone from his life for at least six years. He was older, and being Spider-Man, he was never guaranteed time. Time always felt like it was slipping through his fingertips. It felt as if yesterday he was still a senior in high school, skating across Manhattan with that youthful bounce in his step that blossomed from the goodness of being Spider-Man. So naïve. So young. Too young almost. Peter knew loss from a young age, and so did you.

“Goodnight, Pete.” You sing-song, stepping into the confines of your place. Peter reminisced over the nickname, and thought of Aunt May.

Although you gained most of Peter’s trust, he was still uncertain. It wasn’t that you gave him a reason to be suspicious, but he wanted to be careful. It was in his nature as a hero, and it came easily after dealing with threats day-to-day. Peter’s laptop illuminated his face with a bluish light, causing him to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He hesitated, fingers dancing across the keyboard as he typed your name. It rolled off his tongue easily.

“Y/N Y/L/N, who are you?” Talking amongst himself, Peter is able to find your socials pretty easily. So much for privacy. He found you by the third link, which led him to your Instagram. Having had an inkling as to what pictures he’d find, Peter grinned as he was right.

He wanted to convince himself he wasn’t grinning because he was looking at pictures of you. Some part of him liked seeing his new neighbor standstill for once. No teasing, cocky laughter, nor that signature side eye you’d give him if he’d say something weird. He picked that up immediately. It made things fun with you. The dynamic was different - lighthearted. But the longer he Insta-stalked, Peter suddenly missed the sound of that laugh. It reminded him of himself. A lot of things about you reminded him of himself, really. And you clicked.

Peter’s chin rested in the palm of his hand as he found himself two years deep into your account. He figured you were the sentimental type: most of your posts were dedicated to friends’ birthdays and concerts and whatever cute cats you’d find in the street. You had occasional selfies and outfit pictures. In fairness, he liked how you looked in green. As he scrolled farther and farther, till your posts ended, he noticed that you hadn’t mentioned family. At all. Let alone, there were no pictures of anyone slightly even related to you.

Peter felt a pang of loneliness simmer through his chest, seeping into the weight of his bones. He was sad. Did you have a family? Who took care of you? Peter sucked in a shaky breath. Stop it. Y/N isn’t your problem. Don’t go prying into your neighbor’s business. The brunette knew his boundaries, and he already recognized that he quite literally jumped, sprinted and made a touchdown past that line tonight. That’d be enough. He wouldn’t look into it again because you weren’t his business to worry about, unless you were in trouble. But then that would be Spider-Man’s problem.

His phone chimed, and he’s thankful for the device’s reminder to make a new batch of webs for his web shooters.

You barely slept that night. You wanted to say it was from the coffee you drank after your last encounter with Spider-Man, but honestly, you couldn’t ignore the thumping and boyish screams of aha’s! that came from Peter’s side of the wall. You knew that his bedroom was across yours, and his bed probably mirrored the position of the one in your room. You refused to become flustered at the thought of Peter in his Spidey boxers again. Your curiosity became ridden with frustration, as the sounds didn’t stop despite the pillow over your ears.

When a loud knock echoed right above your head, you turned on your stomach immediately, replying with a long and loud rap of your fist against the wall from where Peter stuck to. He heard the muffled ‘Be quiet!’ on the other side, and he simply chuckled. You’d tell him off in the morning.

Peter’s bedroom was covered in webs. As he crouched to crawl onto the ceiling, upside-down, his eyes piece together an outline of a dick made with web. He did that, accidentally. Peter cracked up. And another knock is heard.

“Peter Parker, please go to sleep or I will personally evict you myself.”

With that, he gracefully let go of the ceiling, cooperating with gravity. His bed creaked as he rolled atop of it, and he turned his head to face the wall.

“Is this how you treat new tenants? Talking to them through walls like a fucking ghost?”

You don’t reply.

“Y/N?” Peter whisper-shouted. “Are you a ghost?”

“I’m really trying to sleep here.” You groaned. “You believe in ghosts but not in my murder mystery podcast?”

“Okay, I promise I’m shutting up now because I’ll never hear the end of it…”

Peter stayed true to his promise, and it was quiet. It was odd to think about, how the only thing between you and him was a thin wall covered in peeling wallpaper. You found yourself wondering how your new neighbor was adjusting to his place. You wondered if the mattress he had was the same as yours - with its broken springs and its wailing creak. You wondered if his radiator went out at night, like yours, or if he could hear the hum of the fridge light. You wondered if he could hear your breathing. If you concentrated hard enough, would you hear his? If you shut your eyes, would you hear the flutter of his lashes or the way his hands rub against his jaw?

You wondered if Peter Parker wonders at night, too. And if he did, what did he think of?

“Ghosts could be real if you put your mind to it, Y/N.”

An annoyed groan bubbled from your throat.

Peter Parker was a walking noise complaint.

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smuttybish · 3 years ago

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Kinktober Day 5 ━ Kai Parker | Daddy Kink

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Characters: Kai Parker X F!Reader

Warning: Pure Smut, Daddy Kink, Fingering, Begging,

"Daddy!" You gasp out, his fingers pushing in and out of you quickly, you already coming down from two orgasms. He fell his teeth graze against your clit, making you buck your hips up against him.

"Yes baby?"He says, scissoring your tight hole open.

"N-No-No more... Please..." You beg, only making him smirk.

"That's not how this works baby..." He says, sliding another finger into your puff folds. He moves his fingers in and out quickly, loving the whimpers that fall from your mouth.

"Daddy- P-Please-" You beg, trying to close your legs. He uses his free hands to keep your legs spreed, as he goes even faster with his three fingers, making her quickly reach another orgasm.

The 10th of the night.

And he wasn't stopping anytime soon.

No matter how much you begged or pleaded.

No matter what tears fell from your face.

He wasn't stopping until he wanted to.

#Kai Parker #Kai Parker smut #Vampire Diaries #Vampire Diaries smut #Chris Wood #Chris Wood smut #Addys Smut #Addy's Kinktober #Addy's Smut

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet

Summary: is what it says ^^

Pairing: Kai Parker x reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni if you do then read at your own risk and get blocked and scared by everything below, smut duh, mentions of basically everything I’m too lazy to go through the thing again and if you know this character then I'm sure you know what to expect

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I see him him more as someone who wants to sleep and have cuddles, so if either of you were to do the cleaning up it would definitely be you. Maybe he’d want something to eat after too, so before he was a heretic he’d want some pork rinds or something and after he’s turned he’d probably have some of your blood, if you’re human or not.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands, mostly because that’s how he uses his magic, but he also likes to see them wrapped around your throat, his rings glinting beneath the light. As well he loves to tease you with them, if one of you are driving he will tap his fingers along the tops of your thighs, even if your making out nothing more he will caress them. Brushing your hair out from your face? That man sure as hell strokes your collarbones whilst doing so. He loves how you react to his hands and how much power they have in general, let alone over you.

His favourite body part of yours is your mouth, and not just in a sexual way. He can't believe that someone smiles when they see him, but you do. And then there's your laugh, he already knows that he is a funny guy, however his goal is singled down to making you and him humoured, and it works every time. But on a sexual note, he likes to tease you by biting your lips, loves watching them wrapped around him, and his most fave thing ever is to wake up to you kissing along his face, from his nose to cheeks to his chin, it makes him feel strangely at peace.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Sometimes he cums first, he gets so lost in pleasure after being lost in a prison world by himself for so long, but it's nothing to worry about, you enjoy watching him be a little bit selfish since all other aspects and priorities in his life are focused on you and revenge. But it is a definite factor that he makes it up to you if he does this, it's not like he's seeking forgiveness, it's more of a treat for you making him feel so good. He will make you cum time and time again, sometimes even with magic, and when he becomes a heretic, he can cum multiple times; both of you have a lot of fun with that as you can imagine.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has an entire folder on his phone of just pictures of you. No one really bothers to go on his phone where no one really likes him so it's not something that he is cautious about, however you made sure that he put a lock on that folder for both of your own securities. On it are some bloody (some literally) graphic photos that he would not want to share with anyone else, he is quite possessive and in his mind if anyone were to see a single picture he would rip their eyes out and kill them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

No experience at all. Before the prison world his focus wasn't so much on girls, it was on getting his fix of magic, and then to murdering his siblings. And back then no one really expressed any interest in him, he had been the weird quiet kid at school, and thus he was alienated literally everywhere he went, including his own home. And even when he escaped, he met you, and that was game over for him he knew that he was done for and that he wanted no one else. Like you were literally this man's first kiss and first everything, but he doesn't think of that as a big deal, or a small one, it just is what it is.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

In whatever position that the two of you are in he enjoys being the dominant one, and has to have his hands grasped on you somehow, as though he's draining magic out of you somehow, sex has definitely became his new fix. He loves and I mean LOVES having you bent over a desk, a table, anything really that will support both of your weights. The other is against a wall with your legs wrapped around him, and it can be any wall anywhere, he isn't picky. But he definitely always wants to try new positions, even if they're weird, he just wants to have you any way that is possible.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be goofy, and that's usually what he is like if he's in a good mood and not planning on murder or he's just woken up. In fact he loves to make you laugh during sex, whether he tickles you to get the both of you going and you to clench around him or he says something that prompts at one of your inside jokes. But again as I said, that is if he's in a good mood, when he's in a bad mood he will just take all of his stress out on your body, being careful not to hurt you, and he's like this when you tease him too.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Nothing particularly crazy going on down there, though it's not bare either. The hairs are quite thin but they are dark, but if you wanted he would definitely trim them. He stays hygienic though that's for sure, he washes everything thoroughly, and was exactly like that when and before you had met him. Back in his day shaving and trimming wasn't really popular with men so it hadn't crossed his mind at all until he accidentally (and I mean accidentally and it would have been funny af) stumbled across porn on the internet. His expression was priceless and he explained how strange it was to see some guy bald down there, and so you told him everything he needed to know.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It's not like he does the whole roses on the bed thing, but it is the most intimate that he's been with anyone and the first initial time that he has ever opened up to anyone and allowed them to see him in such a vulnerable state. Though if there is one thing that he will do to be romantic, it would be candles, one time when the two of you began to have sex they were already around because of witch stuff and he found them to soothe him that bit more, and it seemed that you liked them too. Now every time you go to a store he buys a new one, and is amazed by how many scents there are (he has a collection under the sink, but you've told him that he should burn the ones that are in use all the way through before he starts another one, although it's inevitable that he's only going to buy more anyways.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn't do it very often, and whilst he did it in the prison world every now and then it wasn't as regular as you would think. Though since he is with you he doesn't feel the need to do it as much or really at all, but Damon explained to him with a cringe what sexting was and sometimes when the two of you are apart and he wants to tease you he sends you some pictures and videos. It's not like he expects anything back but it is usually what he is hoping for, except when you're at work, you definitely come home in a mood when he does that.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Choking, daddy kink (because we all know he has major daddy issues), knife kink, blood sharing, degradation (not of him though because that reminds him of his trauma growing up), spanking, overstimulation etc

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere but a car. It's just so awkward in there and whilst he doesn't mind hands reaching over the front whilst one of you is driving, he doesn't want to go all the way in there. It's like being trapped in a can, and Kai hates any sense in which he feels trapped, he would definitely start to freak out as the windows steamed up and he had no space to move his legs. His favourite place is the couch when the TV is on in the background, it just is so casual and that provides him with some stability in that mind of his.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He's down to go whenever, but particularly when you're being a badass; stabbed a vampire in the heart? He's all over you. Or even when you sass and talk back other people, so really anything that makes it clear that you are being defiant, he likes watching you get angry, and he knows that you have a lot of steam that you want to get off your chest too. Or when you let other guys down and say you have a boyfriend, extra points if you point him out or call him over.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let anyone else in the bedroom, doesn't matter their gender, it is his safe place for just the two of you. The idea of sharing you, allowing someone else to see him vulnerable and someone else touching him makes him feel sick. If you asked it would be a straight no, not that you'd need anyone else if you had him, and he'd probably be mad about it for a while and act a bit distant until a fight resolving the issue occurred.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

No preference, he honestly really enjoys both. He enjoys getting lost in between your legs and vice versa, he even likes it when you're on your period; possibly even before he became a heretic, he's definitely not scared of a little blood. When you suck him off, he is definitely vocal though, he likes to let you know that you are doing a good job, and you appreciate that he doesn't hold back like other guys and that he isn't ashamed since there's no reason to be.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Continously picks up pace throughout. He is more so fast and rough, but can be the latter occasionally, usually in the mornings. He sees it as the faster he is, the more rounds he can get in and that therefore means he can get you off multiple times, which then of course would leave both of you entirely satisfied.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves them, they probably occur than regular romantic sex considering that when the town and it's people are undergoing danger there isn't much time; even when he was the bad guy there were still many quickies since it wasn't in your plans to get caught by your friends being with him and that he had only a certain amount of time to get on with his schemes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

All the time, he is really down for anything that either one of you bring up. Since he discovered the internet, he spends time looking up things that the two of you can do together, yet again sexually and non sexually. He just wants to spend every second of your lives doing something that you would both enjoy, there really isn't much that could scare him away, though he wouldn't be down for penetration or anything of the sort on himself.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Before he was a heretic, he could go like 3, he has always had a lot of energy. After however he could go for hours, I want to say maybe double, maybe a little bit more, though for both he'd want to be energised with food and drink during and after. He could spend forever on, under and in your body, and that is pretty much his plan for the rest of his life.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Kinda not the biggest fan, he doesn't mind all like handcuffs and blindfolds, but he would not want dildos or anything like that to be used. He was always used to competing for attention and having some kind of competition, that was his whole point in existence since the twin merges were supposed to happen, and he wouldn't want to feel the same way towards some stupid toy. So overall yes, but it really depends on what kind.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is cruel. He does it all the time, even in a way that isn't sexual, it is just a part of who he is. He will tease you with his words and his touch, and sometimes he won't even have to say anything, he will just trail his eyes up your body and lick his lips, or curl his fingers randomly in the air. His favourite time to tease you is in front of people, he loves to hear the excuses that you come up with to get the two of you away from everyone else, but in reality you may as well tell them what you're really about to do because they all definitely know.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This man moans, and he doesn't care who hears it. From the get go, unlike most guys, he isn't ashamed to make some noise, it's a language for both of you to allow one another that the two of you are enjoying what is going on in that private part of your lives. He even yells which is far by the hottest thing that you have and will ever hear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He doesn't allow you to do it often, but when you tie him to the bed, it's really something else for the both of you. When he's in this position he loves it when you bite his hips and other places and get a little rough with him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

About average, in thickness and length, which is perfect, he's not too big or small and he knows how to use it which is the most important part. And he's uncut, circumcision isn't really a priority in the coven community.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high. And not just for sex but for any kind of affection, everyone finds it quite funny how a sociopath can be so needy for someone. But on the sex note, he will basically bug you and text you until you give in, Kai Parker doesn't take no for an answer, he would beg if he had to, not caring about his reputation, after all that's just a bunch of words and opinions that he's heard before. And by beg I mean drop onto his knees and put his hands together and just will not shut up and will have the biggest pout ever on his lips.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Quite soon after, he puts his arms around you from behind and his head in the crook of his neck, and he's out like a light, snoring lightly in your ear which then sends you into a sleep as well. Sometimes the two of you have little chats after and you stroke lovingly down each other's body, but not much else will happen, even if a movie is on in the background, lets be honest neither of you are paying attention to it.

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lovelybarnes · 3 years ago

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get the girl- p. parker

pairings: peter parker x reader, mentions of ned, betty, mj, and brad warnings: unrequited love (kind of?? implied), lotsss of pining and fluff, a little long about: requested! (DF4) “you fell asleep, i couldn’t move.“ + (DF31) “maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance.” a/n: been wanting to write a peter parker friends to lovers for a while, so thank you so so much for requesting this. i swear i don’t usually take this long?? i got carried away and it got way longer than i expected, i hope you enjoy! thank you for requesting!

peter thinks it’s hopeless. the cliche he’s stuck in seems cruel- no matter what the movies you (and, fine, yes, him sometimes) make him watch say. nothing that happens in them ever transpires to real life; beautiful girls don’t fall in love with their nerdy best friends and guys like peter parker don’t get the girl.

it’s fun to fantasize, though. and especially fun to look at you, particularly when you’re laying on his bed, oblivious to him standing in the doorway, observing as you twist your neck to get a good look at the polaroids he hung up on his wall. a familiar smile grows on your face when your eyes scan them, flickering to the polaroid camera you got him for christmas years ago.

you move to try to get a better look at them without standing up, glancing down when you feel a sharp edge poke at your skin. he watches as your eyebrows furrow in possibly the prettiest way possible and you pull out a polaroid from under you. and oh, peter is just now realizing exactly what that photo is and why it’s on his bed instead of hanging off the empty miniature clothespin that comes from the pack you thrust at his chest when you noticed the increasing pile of pictures on his desk.

he’s moving on autopilot towards you, the foot already halfway through the door used as a stepping stone to go to your side faster. he’s with you in less than three steps, tugging on your ankle and then tackling you as sensibly as possible, laying his whole body on yours. you oof, dropping the picture, having seen it for too little to really question it, and laugh breathlessly. “pete!” you wheeze, curling your arms around his back, one of your hands absentmindedly drawing figures through his hoodie and your other one inching up to his hair, already beginning to thread through the chocolate curls. “yes?” he hums innocently, furtively grabbing the polaroid you dropped and shoving it in the pocket of his hoodie before his arms wrap around your thighs.

“i told you if you keep doing that, one day you’re gonna get hurt,” you scold, looking attentively as peter leans his head against your chest. “me?” he questions, feeling you nod under his cheek. “uh huh, you. you’ll hit your head or something. for a spider-”

“spiderman. superhero,” peter corrects, you ignore him, “you are really clumsy.” peter huffs in dissent, letting a comfortable silence blanket over the both of you for a minute before he looks up at you. “what?” you ask, a smile brimming at the edges of your words. you’re so pretty, peter wants to say, but instead, he goes with a more best-friend-friendly question, “d’you wanna watch a movie?”

you nod at him, pulling your hands away from his head to play with the strings of his hoodie, “sure, what do we want to watch today?” peter’s eyes immediately light up, and you realize you never actually needed to ask. “fine,” you agree, trying not to grin too hard at the way his face brightens. “which one?” you request, watching his freckled cheeks flush pink in excitement, “sixth one. the best one, of course.” you smirk, shrugging, “right, don’t know why i asked, i basically know the movie word for word now.” peter can’t help but give you heart eyes at the knowledge of your knowing the script of his favorite movie. god, you really were the dream girl.

“‘kay, go make some popcorn and get everything ready while i go to the bathroom,” you request, tapping peter’s shoulder as a way to tell peter to let you out from under his body weight. he does the complete opposite of what you imply, however, nuzzling further into your chest and inhaling deeply. “peter,” you laugh, poking his shoulder again, “‘m comfy,” he mumbles, eyes closed. “pete, c’mon, i gotta pee and you’re lying on my bladder,” you whine, “also, don’t you wanna watch episode six of star wars while i eat popcorn and play with your hair?” you singsong. he’s suddenly moving his body off of yours to let you go, although not before pressing a sloppy- friendly- kiss to your arm, “hurry up.”

you giggle as you stand, stretching out your limbs and walking to the bathroom while peter watches you walk away. once he hears the bathroom door shut, he digs his hands into his pockets, fingers tugging on the polaroid he had shoved inside. a smile grows on his face without his permission when he holds it at his stomach, the light reflecting off of the smile that was printed on the picture. he traces a nail over your face, bright and open in the way that makes you gleam. it’s his favorite picture ever, the only one that managed to catch you so in your element, your natural halo of glow apparent in your outline. peter had scrawled the words best girl in red marker on the white space at the bottom- something he thought he could explain away easily if he had to. the picture had its own designated space on his wall, right in the middle so the importance was clear, but it was rarely actually up there, instead always next to him for inspiration when he was doing homework and on his dresser for when he couldn't sleep.

his lips quirk one last time at the photograph before walking to the wall where all the rest of them reside. he hangs it up, glancing at it once more until he turns to walk out of his room.

the movie is ready to play when you walk into the living room, and peter is in the kitchen making your popcorn. “it smells good,” you say in a greeting, sniffing the air and exhaling in satisfaction. peter laughs, “you do that every time we have a movie night.” you tilt your head at him, “do what?” he motions to you, “that. the whole smelling thing and letting me know how good it smells, it’s cute.”

your face heats when it slips out of his lips, pausing to absorb the words he doesn’t seem to have noticed he said. his back is to you, dumping the popcorn into a bowl for you. you can’t see it, but he’s freaking out, trying to think of an excuse if you decide it was too weird. you don’t do anything to imply that, though, just blink until the words dissolve in the air. “thanks,” you finally reply, as nonchalant as you can make it while you grab his m&ms. he hums in response, turning around to head to the couch, “star wars time,” he winks, making you grin.

you follow him as he heads to the couch, settling down next to him once he puts on the movie. the star wars theme starts, the tune fringed by peter’s humming. cute, you think, snuggling deeper into the crook of his arm and shoving popcorn into your mouth. “hmm, good,” you compliment, watching the scenes you’d seen so many times pass on the screens. you mouth along when you recognize the lines until your eyes feel heavy and they shut completely.

quiet thwips wake you up hours later, when the black of the night has bled the sky blue and the stars have littered over the clouds, the moon replacing the sun. you see that the movie is long over when you blink yourself awake, beginning to cuddle deeper into your pillow when you realize it’s too warm and hard to be a pillow. you are met with the vision of your best friend, lip tugged in between his teeth as he concentrates on something behind you. he doesn’t seem to notice that you’re awake, trying to remain as still as possibly while the thwip noises continue. he mutters a curse, scrunching his nose adorably before flicking his eyes to you. they widen when he notices you’re awake, dropping his hand. “what’re you doing?” you yawn, sitting up and away from the warmth of peter’s embrace. “uh- i just- the movie ended and you didn’t wake up, so i tried to get the remote, then i got hungry…” he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, scanning the room and you turn to observe, stunned to see the mess of webs and dropped items you weren’t sure how you didn’t hear. “oh my god, what the- did you try to get everything with your webs?” you ask in bewilderment, eyeing a bag of gummy worms open and on the floor, you snap your neck towards him to observe his burning cheeks. “um. yes,” he confesses, blushing harder. “why didn’t you just get up?” you question, looking back at the ruined living room, exhaling in surprise as you notice the remote on the ground.

“you... you fell asleep on me. i couldn’t move.”

you pause, tilting your head slightly to look at peter, “pete, god, that’s so sweet. but you really don’t need to…” you motion to the dropped items, “do all that,” you laugh. peter shrugs, and you notice the tips of his ears are red, too. “i didn’t want to wake you up. i know how much of a light sleeper you are.”

you feel like you’re melting, every single muscle in your body drooping in the loveliness that was peter parker. you weren’t sure how the boy was real. you suddenly drop yourself on him again, wrapping your arms around his burning neck, “thank you, peter,” you say into his skin. like a reflex, his own arms go around your waist, holding you securely so you won’t fall, “‘f course.”

a moment of quiet follows until peter’s stomach rumbles suddenly, making you laugh, “i think i’ve starved you long enough. you pick today. also, when did you get so ripped? your arms are so big--” peter cuts you off with a groan, dropping his head on your shoulder, “you had to ruin the moment--”

peter doesn’t know what it is with you (actually, he does) that makes you so distracting. you’re just waiting in line for lunch, standing next to mj and laughing occasionally when she says something. all you’re doing is standing, and maybe it’s peter’s boy-hormones combined with his spider-hormones that magnify every single perfect feature of yours, but he can’t take his eyes off of you. you’re so pretty. the curve of the smiles that pulls into your cheeks, the twinkle that remains permanent in the color of your eyes, the way you look in that skirt--

“maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance,” a voice points out from next to him. peter scoffs, ripping his sight away from you to turn to ned. “i talk to her all the time. she’s my best friend.” ned shakes his head and sighs, “you talk to her about star wars, you talk to me about star wars, how is that supposed to help you have a chance--”

“i have a chance,” peter mumbles, trying to believe it himself, “she knows that she and you stand at different levels of best friends--” ned looks offended, “different levels? what is that supposed to mean--” peter stares exasperatedly at his best friend, “it means i want to date her and i don’t want to date you--”

“that’s a little rude--”

“hey you guys,” you greet, sitting down on the seat in front of peter’s and patting the seat next to you for mj. she stares at you silently, and you frown, patting the seat harder, “sit.” you instruct. she sighs and does what she’s told. “what were you guys talking about?” you ask, picking up your small plate of cherry pie to replace the bowl of orange slices that you took from peter’s plate. “thank you,” peter mumbles, digging his fork into the pie the moment you set it down. you hum, stealing a cherry tomato from his salad.

“oh, you know. the usual, your friendship with peter,” the latter shoots him a look and you raise an eyebrow, “that’s the usual? a little strange, don’t you think?” ned shrugs, “did you know that you and i stand at ‘different levels’ as peter’s best friends?” peter nearly chokes on his pie, glaring at ned. you cock your head at peter, thinking as you steal another tomato, “i… guess i thought so? i’ve known peter since, like, preschool, and we tell each other everything.”

“everything, huh?” ned wonders, a sound of pain falling from his lips when peter kicks him under the table. “peter.” he hisses. mj narrows her eyes at the two boys, “what is going on with you guys today? you’re acting weirder than normal.” peter’s face screws up in confusion, looking to you for help. you shrug, “she’s right.”

“i usually am,” mj mutters.

“so what is it?” you query, popping an orange slice as peter cringes at the mere thought of the taste. “peter has a crush,” ned informs helpfully, oblivious to peter’s dismay, “i- i don’t-”

you blink, feeling mj’s elbow shove into your ribs as her own way to make sure you’re okay. you ignore her, and it tells her everything she needs to know. “it’s liz, right?” you guess, trying to mask the hurt on your face with a teasing smile, “i saw you looking at her the other day. she’s pretty.” “no! it’s not- i mean, yes, liz is pretty, but i don’t like her or anything- ned doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” peter rambles. “pete, you don’t have to be embarrassed, i’m just upset you didn’t tell me,” you lie. peter’s eyebrows furrow, “you’re just upset that… i didn’t tell you?” he repeats. you nod, biting into another orange slice. “just that?” he asks meekly. you cock your head at him.

“i just- never mind. it’s not liz,” he says, poking at his pie. “so you admit you have a crush?” you start with a fake smirk, jabbing at your best friend with your fork, “just not on liz?”

“i didn’t… i didn’t say that-” peter stutters. your eyes narrow at him, lip tugged between your teeth, “i’m gonna find out who it is by the end of the day.”

peter is unfortunately sure you will. he’s not subtle as is, but you’re never deliberately looking for the signs, which makes it a lot easier to hide his embarrassingly large crush on you. but now, you'll be paying attention to his every move, and knowing you, he knows you won’t stop until you find out what you want, unless he tells you to back off. but, does he want you to back off?

he pushes his tray away, suddenly not feeling so hungry.

you stay true to your promise, hanging off his arm for the rest of the day, observing the way he acts around some of your classmates, but somehow not noticing the way he blatantly refuses to look at you- which proves humiliatingly difficult; peter never realized exactly how much he turned to look if you laughed at the joke too, or to catch one of your smiles when you hear something funny or peter whispers a joke into the shell of your ear.

by the end of the day when you’re walking to the train station together, you’re groaning at him, putting your full weight on his arm as you tug at him. “who is it? is it betty? oh my god, is it mj? is that why you kept looking at her?” you ask excitedly. peter wants to tell you the truth: he wasn’t looking at mj, he was looking at you, because as much as he tried, he couldn’t pry his attention off of you, who just so happened to sit next to mj.

“not mj. not betty,” he replies, pulling you inside the subway and scanning for free seats. you trail behind him when he finds a spot, letting you take it as he stands in front of you. “not them… it has to be liz, right?” you pry, sighing when he shakes his head. “brad- it’s brad, right?” you grin, whining when he denies it again. “can you just tell me if i got them already? i’ve practically said everyone in the school,” you complain, “they do go to school with us, right?” at peter’s nod, you drop your head against his abdomen, “and you have not said their name yet.”

“peter,” you drag out, reaching out for his hand to pull it, “just tell me! i can probably set you up with them!”

“y/n, just drop it,” he sighs, and you sigh too, mumbling a fine before noticing an older lady standing at the door. you wave her over, standing next to peter and letting her take your seat. peter feels like his heart will pop out of his chest.

the bumps of the subway push you close enough to him to feel the thundering of his heart, and your eyebrows knit together in worry, “are you okay? your heart’s beating, like, really fast-” yeah and your hand on my chest is not helping- “‘m fine.”

“is it because of the crush thing?” yes, “because i’m sorry about annoying you about it so much, if you don’t want to talk about it, i won’t bother you with it. just know that if they don’t like you back, they’re insane, because you, peter parker, are a ca-”

it was like a rubber band snapping, and peter suddenly couldn’t help it anymore, pushing his lips against yours, effectively cutting you off and catching you so off-guard, you freeze for a second before reacting, pulling his jaw closer. you almost tug him back when he pulls away, before you remember you’re still standing on a crowded, moving subway, and while kissing your best friend had been all you wanted for way too long, you were absolutely going to miss your stop if you didn’t stop.

“i- i’m sorry, i just-” peter stammered, stepping back. “no! so, please don’t apologize, seriously, it’s fine, it’s, like, better than fine.”

a beat of awkward silence passed before the tube halted to the stop right before yours. “it’s you. in case that didn’t… come clear. you’re the person i like,” peter informs quietly. “really?” you ask, cheek already pulling in a shy smile. “really,” peter assures.

this time, you don’t really care if you miss your stop, and neither does peter, now that he knows that, sometimes, peter parker does get the girl.

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imaginefan · 3 years ago

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Commitment Issues *Part 4*

Lorenzo St. John X FReader Malachai Parker X F!Reader

Word Count: 1560

Requested: Anon

Request: Part 4 of commitment issues. I don't think I asked for another one. It was about reader being with enzo but they broke up cause he couldn't do it anymore then kai comes in the picture something about a spirit etc.

*Part 3*

"You know stealing is bad right?" Kai asked as he got comfortable in the passenger seat of the car that you had him acquire. "My car was back at my apartment." You mumbled as you pulled out of the gas station and continued on the road that Kai had pointed out, "That doesn't make it better, how did you know that I wouldn't just kill that guy?" He asked. "I didn't," you answered honestly, not really thinking about what he was saying. "You trust me too much." He smiled as he leaned over, poking at her cheek "why is that?" "Because you pretend that you don't want a friend or family but you do, that's why you're so angry at Bonnie, why you want her dead. She ruined everything for you." You explained and he leaned back away from you. "Your projecting." He mumbled. "I'm actually not angry at either one of them anymore." You answered, "where are we going?" "We need to get to Portland, I can drive you know." He said. "Yeah, you can drive when I get tired." You informed him as you pulled over to the side of the road to set up the sat nav.

"We have to go find her!" Enzo was the one to speak first after Damon explained everything that he had heard on the phone. "We don't know where they are," Bonnie said. "I can try a locator spell but Kai will likely put up a barrier spell." "Can you try?" Elena asked and Bonnie nodded, she stood ready to leave. "Do we know what they were looking for?" "Looking for?" Enzo asked, "how do you know that they were looking for something." "She left after the training with me and Stefan, she was frustrated because nothing seemed to be working, she suggested talking to Kai about what he knows," Damon explained. "Knows?" Enzo asked. "Are you serious? Have you been paying attention at all?" Stefan asked. "The fox spirit..." "Why would she go to him instead of us?" Enzo asked. "She did come to us, you just had your claws so far in the little witch to realize that she needed our help," Damon answered as he turned to get a drink "so go with your little witch and see if you can find our tricky little fox."

"They're probably looking for you by now," Kai said as he looked over at you. "Do you expect me to believe that you haven't already made that impossible?" You asked as you glanced at him quickly. "Alright you got me, there's a barrier spell up but knowing BonBon she'll figure something out," Kai answered and you nodded. "You should pull over and we can change over, you've been driving for hours." "Mm." You hummed as you looked over to see if there was somewhere to pull over, there was a small parking lot that you could pull into to swap over. Once you were happy Kai started on the journey again and you leaned your head back, your eyelids fluttering as you fought against sleep. "I'm not going to hurt you, you can go to sleep." He muttered. "She wouldn't let me hurt you even if I wanted to." "She hasn't been able to do anything for the past couple of weeks." You mumbled but he could tell that he was losing you to sleep. "You underestimate how strong you are in comparison," Kai said softly as he turned down the radio and stayed quiet after that.

The Mystic Falls gang had been running around like a bunch of headless chickens trying to find some kind of clue to where you were but you really didn't want to be found. "We aren't going to find her," Elena said as she sat down next to Damon. "She is a rather tricky fox," Damon mumbled. "What if he hurts her?" Elena asked. "If he wanted to hurt her, she would have been dead when she answered the phone to me, I don't know why he's helping her but it can't be good." Damon frowned as downed the last of his drink. "We'll find her."

You followed Kai through the forest "you seem to know this place well." You explained. "I grew up in a house at the edge of the forest I spent a lot of time here," Kai answered as he gestured in the direction that you assumed his house was in, "Are you going to tell me how you know about all of this?" You asked. "Well, you know how much I hate my family, well they seem to forget that I still saw what they did, I heard what they said even if they refused to acknowledge me when I was a kid there was a family that came to us, they knew that we were a coven, they had a little girl with her, they kept talking about how they wanted her to be normal but I could feel the power coming off of her in waves," Kai explained. "The girl was you, that's how I knew that you had the power, your parents had it sealed when you were little, to most witches it would feel like you were normal but to syphoners like me who look for even the smallest amount of magical energy I could feel that she was still with you," Kai explained. "So why are we out here, shouldn't we be going to your family?" You asked. "They're not here anymore, but even if they were they wouldn't tell me anything, so it's lucky that I know everything that I need to," Kai said as he walked towards the clearing, he gestured for you to go first but he seemed to linger at the edge. "Are you okay?" You asked. "Mmm." He hummed as he looked around as if he was waiting for something. "No, it's fine... Do you feel anything?" "No I do- Wait..." You stopped as you looked around "what is that?" "Follow the feeling." Kai encouraged you. "My coven was very good at hiding things, they were the ones that split the body and the spirit of the fox, they hid the body here somewhere." He explained. "How did you know that it's out here?" You asked. "You know my family did this so they would have kept it somewhere that they could keep an eye on, they never wanted me near it either." He explained. "My father was paranoid that meant that it had to be close to the house, somewhere that he could get to." "So what now?" You asked. "Find her." He shrugged, leaning against the tree. "I have time, I'll wait."

"They're in Portland," Bonnie said as she walked into the room where Elena and Damon were literally watching the phone. "Where he grew up?" Elena asked. "We'll never get there in time." "We have to try," Damon said as he grabbed his car keys and Elena followed him out. "We'll come with you." Bonnie stepped forward. "It's probably better that you guys stay here, we don't know what he's done to her and the last time that he was here he wanted you dead."Damon dismissed her before grabbing Elena and heading off.

When they finally got to you, they could feel the power coming out of the forest in waves. "What is that?" Elena asked. "Your friend." They both looked to the side and saw that Kai was leaning against a tree. "She's been talking to the fox for hours now, you guys are the only ones who aren't here to kill her." "What are you talking about?" Damon asked, Kai pointed behind him and it was then that they realized that there was blood on his hands. "Who's blood is that?" Elena asked. "As I said loads of people have come here to kill her, she's strong, dangerous to most creatures out there," Kai answered. "Kai!" They all heard you yelling and given that they were all vampires, they appeared in front of you with seconds of the name leaving your name.

Kai wasn't there when you opened your eyes and as much as you found him annoying the whole day, you didn't like the idea that something could have happened to him, there was blood everywhere "Kai!" You called out hoping that he would answer.

"Are you okay?" Kai asked, he was standing on the edge of the clearing again, you sighed in relief when you heard his voice. "(Y/N)!" Elena called as she ran into the centre of the clearing looking at you. "Are you okay?" She asked. "I'm fine." You answered. "We should go home, you can explain everything there," Elena suggested. "Fine but Kai knows more about all of this than I do, he has to come with us if you want a full explanation." You said as you looked at him. "Yeah no." Damon denied and you rolled your eyes. "Well I'm going back with him, you can come and find us." You muttered as you stood up and walked towards him, Kai looked at you surprised. "We still need to talk about something on the way back, something you never told me." "We do?" He asked. "Let's go." You gestured for him to follow you, Kai shrugged before following after you leaving your friends confused and slightly worried.

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#the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries one shot #lorenzo st john #lorenzo st John imagine #lorenzo st John oneshot #kai parker #kai parker imagines #kai parker one shot #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert

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babeydollx · 3 years ago

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For My Valentine {Kai Parker}

Warnings: cursing, oral sex, Rough!Kai, spit kink

Pairings: Kai Parker x Female Vampire Reader

Summary: Kai gives you a gift on Valentine's day and he has an idea of what you could give him

Word Count: 1.4k

a/n: dude this is late I know, sorry! :(

You were in the kitchen cleaning off the counter when you herd your doorbell ring. You didn't know of anyone coming over today so you walked over to the front door confused. You unlocked the door and then opened the door.

There was Kai Parker standing there in front of you. You huffed when you saw him. You and Kai have not always gotten along. You knew that he liked you, he had admitted it to you more than once. You couldn't lie that you had feelings for him too but, you could never tell him.

"Hello Malachai." You said trying to act like you were not impressed to see him. Honestly though, you were happy to see Kai. He was so adorable and hot.

"Hello Y/N. And I told you to call me Kai, I hate when people use my full name." He said.

"I- okay fine, Kai, what did you need?" You asked.

"Thank you. And I actually came with a gift for you." He said with a smile.

"A gift?" You asked confused.

"Yeah for Valentine's Day. You already know that I like you and all so, I decided to get you something since it's Valentine's Day." He said.

"Oh, well.. that's very thoughtful of you. Thank you Kai." You said with a small smile.

"Can I come in?" He asked. You thought for a minute and then you decided to speak.

"Sure." You said as you opened the door more and moved out of the way for him. He walked inside with the bag and you closed the door behind him. Every time you saw Kai it seemed like it was getting harder and harder to hide your feelings from him.

Since it was Valentine's Day today you just thought 'what the hell' and decided to just let your true feelings out, see if he caught on that you liked him before actually telling him.

"You know you didn't have to get me anything, right?" You asked.

"I know but I wanted to." Kai said. He walked into the kitchen and you followed him. He placed the gift on the counter and then turned to face you.

"Well I'm sorry but I don't have anything for you." You said with a frown.

"It's okay, I was not expecting anything in return." He said.

"I know but I feel bad." You said. "Isn't there anything I could give you?" You asked. Kai stood there in thought for a moment. You just watched him, god he was so hot.

"I do have an idea." He said and a devilish smirk appeared on his face.

"What is it?" You asked corking a brow.

"If you feel bad about not having anything to give me in return, how about you give me a taste of that sweet little pussy." He said. You blinked, shocked that he suggested this as a way to give him something in return

You couldn't lie though, you liked the thought of letting Kai eat you out. Once you finally processed what he said you bit your lip and nodded.

"We use our words, remember." He said with a smirk.

"Yes, I like that idea.." You said and bit your lip more. Kai smirked and zoomed over to you and then kissed you. You kissed back and ran your hands through his hair. He picked you up making you gasp and then sat you down on the table.

You locked your legs around his hips as the two of you made out passionately. Kai wrapped his hand around your throat as the two of you kissed. You whimpered into the kiss when he did so. He bit your bottom lip and then slid his tongue into your mouth.

After a few minutes of making out passionately Kai pulled back making you whimper a little. He spread your legs and you knew what he was going to do next so you raised your hips for him. He tugged off your skirt and thong at the same time then tossed them to the floor.

He spread your legs wide again and then got down onto his knees. You looked down at the brunette who was in between your legs. He looked up at you and then dived right in. You gasped and moaned out.

He started to tongue fuck you. You moaned out and put a hand through his hair. God he so fucking good with his tongue. He then began to suck on your clit and with zero warning he slid two fingers into you.

You gasped loudly and moaned out louder as he plowed his thick fingers into you. You threw your head back and now had both hands in his hair. He sped up the pace of his fingers, slowly going faster and faster until he was finger fucking you at an ungodly pace.

"Oh my god- fuck!" You moaned out. You felt that familiar knot growing in your stomach and your threw your head back and squeezed your eyes shut.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" You yelled.

"Come on baby, cum all over my face." Kai said as he continued to finger you hard and went back to sucking on your bud. Your legs began to tremble and your eyes screwed shut as you squirted onto Kai's face and fingers.

He smirked and removed his fingers from your pussy and stopped sucking on your clit then stood up. You bit you lip when you saw him covered in your juices. You then got off the counter and got down on your knees.

Kai smirked when he saw what you wanted to do. You unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and boxers down at the same time. You then took his throbbing cock into your hands and pumped it a few times.

He bit his lip and watched you. You then began to kitty lick the tip, tasting his pre-cum. He let out a soft and breathy moan. God that man was so sexy when he moaned. You then took the tip of his cock into your mouth and began to suck on it as you pumped the rest of his length.

He groaned out, his eyes still on you. You then took him into your mouth, bobbing your head on his cock. He groaned out and threw his head back as you bobbed your head faster. He then grabbed you by the hair and pinned your head to the counter by your hair.

After he did that he started to fuck your mouth. He groaned out as you did so and you tried not to gag onto his cock but failed a few times. He continued to fuck you mouth and you loved the feeling. You loved him using you for his own pleasure.

You throat began to burn and you could tell that he was close since his thrusts were getting messy. You moaned onto his cock making him moan out. Then his dick began to twitch inside of your mouth and his jaw dropped as he came, shooting his load into the back of your throat. He then pulled out of your mouth.

You swallowed his cum and then opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to show him that you swallowed. He saw and smirked and then spat into your mouth and you swallowed that too.

"Good girl." Kai said with a smirk. He then helped you back up and got his boxers and jeans back on and buckled his belt again. You pulled your thong and skirt back on. You throat was burning and sore from Kai's cock but you didn't care.

"I'll have to come by more often huh?" Kai said with a smirk.

"I would love if you did." You giggled.

"Actually, I am shocked that you accepted to do that, I thought you didn't like me?" He asked confused.

"Well.. I actually do like you. I just didn't know if I should tell you or not but I decided I should." You said.

"Really? You feel the same way about me as I feel about you?" He asked.

"Yeah." You nodded and smiled. He smiled and pulled you into his arms and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss.

"Why don't you come back tonight? I'll have a special surprise for you." You said with a smirk. Kai smirked as well.

"I'll be there." He said with a smirk as he walked to the front door.

"Okay, you better be ready for me." You said with a wink. Kai laughed and shook his head and then left.

a/n: sorry about this being late! I hope y'all enjoyed this story!

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davidlikesguys02 · 4 years ago

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Together Again

Kai Parker x Male Vampire Reader

Background: The day Kai came back from the prison world the only person he wanted to see was his angel (you).

Word count= 952 words

(f/c)= Favorite color

(e/c)= Eye color

(M/n)= Male name

Warnings: Smut and terrible writing this is my first writing so it might be bad. Also I'm exited and would like feed back. You are also 18 or older u are not a minor.(Look how cute he is ⬇️). Also please read this if you are 18 or older. Thank you. <3

GIF not mine

You were walking home from your job. You were tired and just wanted to take a shower and go to bed. You make your way up the stairs into your room to grab your towel, when you hear something, you stand in your room just waiting for any other noise. Since you don’t hear anything, you shrugged it off and make your way to the restroom to take a shower.

While you were showering Kai turned invisible made his way into your house and up the stairs. He heard the shower on, and he made his way up your room. He looked around and saw your bed with beautiful (f/c) sheets he looked around pictures of him and you decorated one side of the wall, it had been years since he last saw you. He looked around and made his way into a corner and waited for you.

He saw you come out with a towel wrapped around your body, he stared in awe at how beautiful you looked like when he first met you. You stop in your tracks and look in his direction kai just stood there and smirked. You then sped towards him and put a hand around his throat “who are you and what do you want” you demanded. He then turned back to normal and there he stood the man you’ve thought was gone for 18 years.

He just looked and you and smiled “Hey an- “before he could finish you put your lips against his and kissed him, it took a few second’s, but he returned the kiss and it quickly turned to a passionate kiss as if he would disappear again. You pulled away to catch your breath and just stared at him and smiled. As you looked down and saw that you were still in your towel you turned red in embarrassment, you ask him to turn around so you could change.

You quickly change and pat the side of your bed signaling him to come lay down with you “So your finally out, what are you going to do now” “well my precious angel I am going to complete the merge and spend the rest of my life with you” He took his hand and touched your face you leaned into his touch and smiled. You looked into his beautiful Blue-gray eyes as he stared into your beautiful (e/c). He leans closer to your lips almost touching, just leaving a small gap that you quickly closed.

You then start to kiss passionately, as you pull away and you get on top of him kissing him again. He proceeds to take your shirt off and trail his hand down and up your back. You pull away and he sits up and takes of his shirt. You put your hand on his chest and make your way towards his member leaving a trail of kisses as you make your way down.

You then look up at him seeing the lust in his eyes. You quickly let his member out and put it between your lips, “Someone is eager” kai said as you took his wet member out of your mouth “it has been a long-time kai”, kissing his head you then proceeded to take his shaft in your mouth, as you swirl your tongue over the head you looked up at him seeing his head fell backwards. You then felt his hand in your hair pushing you down to take more of his length “oh (M/n)”.

You took his member out of your mouth, seeing how it throbbed and how wet it was. He then pulls you towards him and kisses you again pulling down your underwear he put his fingers near your mouth “suck” you did as he said and took the fingers in your mouth. “Enough” he took his fingers near your entrance. You felt one of his fingers enter you and you let out a hushed moan. He started kissing and sucking your neck marking you as his.

He fingered you for a few minutes looking for that sweet spot. As soon as he found it, he kept attacking it making you make sweet sounds. He kissed you while taking his fingers out slowly “mhm Kai” “yes angel? Tell me what you want (m/n)” “I want to fell you inside me”. He picked you up and put your back towards the bed, he was now on top of you. You felt his member near your entrance, he started to enter you slowly “mhm kai”. Once he was fully inside you, he stayed like that so you could get used to him. “you can move” you told him, he started with slow trust quickly picking up his paste.

You could see him grunting and moaning your name, he then hit your sweet spot making you see stars. “I’m close, are you close angel”, you couldn’t answer his question except with moans. He felt that you tighten around him. You then moan as your vision goes white, you then feel kai fall and moan, kissing the crook of your neck. You then felt his warm white cum paint your velvet walls.

He then pulls out and gets up to clean you and him up. He pulled you in his harm holding you after a long time. “I missed this” you told him he looked at you and smiled “I missed you too”. He pulled closer, you looked up at him and kissed him one last time before going to sleep “I love you kai” “I love you to angel” you then drifted off to sleep. He stayed up looking at you for a few minutes “we aren’t going to be separated any more (M/n)”.

#kai parker x male reader #tvd x male reader #Kai Parker x Male!reader #mxm #gay smut #male reader #male!reader

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leossmoonn · 4 years ago

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Unexpected Love [Kai Parker] || Part Two

masterlist | part one

pairing - kai parker x fem, human!reader

type - fluff, angst

note - read the first part, this cannot be read as a standalone! if you have read the first part then welcome back, thank you for reading the second part. so this part will be more focused on kai and the readers relationship and definitely all fiction lol (aka no actual scenes from the show) :) and part 3 is at the end!

summary - you and kai fall in love over a period of time after spending time with each other in the prison world

warnings / includes - language, alcohol, crying, fighting, mention/thinking of suicide, family trauma, lot of flirting in this one, suggestive, f/f = favorite flavour (of ice cream) lol

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*gif isn't mine* (ugh hes so fine im dying)

I sat up straight and gasped, my eyes flying right open. I looked around frantically, sharp pain shooting right through my chest.

“Ow,” I whined, pressing my hand gently to my side.

“Oh, yeah. The first time you die here, it’ll hurt. I bet it’s not any different from what that ring does for you, though,” Kai’s voice ringed next to me.

My head snapped to him, memories of what he did to me flooding back.

“Get away from me!” I shouted, getting up out of the bed I was in.

“I did you a favour, Y/n. You should thank me!” He exclaimed.

“What favour! You robbed me of my only chance of getting home. Now we have no magic and the ascendent is broken!”

“Stop shouting. Ugh, you’re giving me a headache,” he whined.

I gave him a death glare. “You’re the one with the headache. You’re the one- I just… I’m going for a walk.”

I stomped out of the room, running down the stairs. I heard Kai’s footsteps from behind me. I walked as fast as I could without feeling any pain. Kai seemed to be full on sprinting, though, because he grabbed my wrist.

“Let me go!” I exclaimed. “Please, Y/n. I’m sorry,” Kai pleaded.

I jerked my body away from him. “Shove it, Malachai. If you want me to forgive you, then you better leave me alone right now.”

He looked at me with wide, fearful eyes. I didn’t wait for him to say anything. I turned on my heel and made my way out of the house and back to the woods. I stomped the whole way there, my hands balled in tight fists. My fingernails dug into my skin as tears stained my cheeks. I just could not believe Kai. I knew he was a sociopath and a dick, but I didn’t think he would try to rob me of my chance at happiness. It was stupid how I thought he would even think about someone else and not himself. Sometimes he made it seem like he did care, though. It also seemed as my attraction to him from the first time we met was still there. I needed to get rid of it. I needed to find a way to get out here. Without Kai.

I stopped walking as I realised I was deep in the woods. The cool breeze flew around me, calming me down. I closed my eyes and breathed out the air that I had been holding in. I opened my eyes to stare at the sky. It was a cloudless afternoon with bright sunshine. It was always like this. For the past few months this was all I had seen. I was more than sick of it. I wanted rain. Snow. Hail. Anything else but the sunshine for once.

I released my hands from their fists, reaching my right hand up to my side where Bonnie’s jacket still was. I let out a strangled, but happy sound. I unwrapped it from my body, seeing that it had a huge red blood spot that was mine. I ignored it and held it up to my face, hugging it closely to my chest.

“I’m getting out of here. I’m going home,” I promised to myself.

I stayed in the woods until the sun started to set. I spent my time walking around some more, making up a plan. I knew how the ascendent looked before it was broken, and I was sure that Bonnie’s grimoire, that was thankfully still here, had a diagram of some sort, too. I could just build it back up. I took a shop class in high school and used to build cars with my dad, so I was quite the mechanic. Getting it to work without magic was the hard part, though. I needed a Bennett witch to access the spell. I knew Kai still had some of Bonnie’s magic in him, but I couldn’t risk telling him the plan and having it work, only for him to leave me here again. Plus, it’s not like having him use Bonnie’s magic would actually work. He wasn't actually a Bennett. He just happened to have her magic in him.

I opened the door and stepped into the Salvatore house, looking around for Kai. I smiled, relieved that I couldn’t spot him anywhere. I shut the door behind me, kicking off my shoes and going to the liquor cabinet, popping off the top of a bottle of whiskey. I didn’t bother with a cup, I just downed it straight. The liquor burned my throat as I strutted to the kitchen, going over to the CD player and putting on Toni Braxton’s ‘Another Sad Love Song’.

I danced around and got out the ingredients for a strawberry cake. As Toni’s song came to an end, I heard the front door open. I groaned loudly, my mood dropping immediately. I left the kitchen to see what Kai was up to. I laughed incredulously as I saw him carrying multiple duffle bags and a backpack.

“Are you seriously moving in?” I asked.

“Yep,” he nodded. “What part of ‘leave me alone’ do you not understand? Do I need to spell it out for you so it can get through your thick skull?” I snapped, taking ahold of his arm and dragging him back to the front door.

“I understand!” He exclaimed. “Good. Then you’ll get out,” I sneered, pushing him out the door. I went to shut it, but his arm held the door open.

“I will smash your hand in this door,” I threatened.

“Yeah, I know, but hear me out. I can help you get back,” Kai said.

I scoffed, “I don’t want nor need your help. Get out.” I pushed the door further in his face. He dropped his bags and used both hands to keep it open.

“I know you don’t trust me and you have no reason to, but please. I still have Bonnie’s magic in me and I can fix the ascendent with her magic,” he begged. He pouted and put on his puppy dog face.

“No,” I said without any hesitation. “You get out of my life, okay? If I ever see you, hear you, or even smell you, you’re dead, okay?”

His eyes then filled with anger and frustration. “Fine!” He exclaimed. “You know, I only even wanted to help you because I want to get out of here. We both know that I would have only left you here alone.”

“Glad we’re on the same page, then,” I smiled sourly. “See you never.” And with that, I slammed the door in his face.

I sighed deeply, smiling in satisfaction. I went back to the kitchen and resumed my cake making.

A few hours later and I was finishing the last pieces of cake, and watching Forrest Gump.

“Life is like a box of chocolates, huh,” I muttered. “First I’m a regular girl with human friends and a family. And now I’m a girl who who has no family, vampires, werewolves, and witches for friends, and who is stuck in a never-ending prison world!”

I rolled my head around the couch ledge, my eyes looking out the window. It was pitch black now. The stars were shining brightly, many of them twinkling.

“Mom, Dad, Jenny, Andrew. Bonnie and Damon. If you’re out there, please help me. Send someone or something. I-I can’t do this alone, and I definitely don’t want Kai’s help. Please help me,” I cried out. I hugged a couch pillow and Bonnie’s jacket.

I hope someone could hear me up there. Otherwise I was screwed.

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3 months later and I was still stuck in this hell-hole. Well, at least I think it had been 3 months. Ever since Kai kept me here, I had been counting the days. It had been approximately 90 days, give or take. I was beginning to think this was actually my own personal instead of Kai’s.

Speaking of Kai, he actually had been pretty good of avoiding me. In these 90 days, I have only ran into him twice. Once was while I was going for a morning jog and the other was when I was venturing into town, walking to the Mystic Grill and all the shops. During my stay, I have also been documenting my days with an old video camera I found. I knew that I would get out, but just in case, I would be able to have all those memories saved and if I died somehow and never came back and someone else got trapped here, they could see the glamorous life of Y/n L/n. Or what was left of it at least.

Today was going to be different, though. For the past few months, I had been sitting in my bedroom for most of the week, crying, talking to myself, screaming at the world. I had even considered killing myself once or twice, but I knew that I would only wake up in more pain and sadness. Every day I prayed and hoped for someone to come and find me. For my friends to find out a way to get to me, even though they didn’t have the ascendent or anything. It seems as more days past, the less and less hopeful I got, though. So, I decided that the only way I was getting out of here was to do it myself, regardless if I wasn’t a magical being.

And so right now, I was trying to build the ascendent. I was almost there, actually. It was just these little parts that were so frustrating to put back together.

“Go together, dammit!” I exclaimed out of frustration.

I put the device down, running my hands over my face, thinking of a solution. Maybe I should ask Kai for help.

No. That would only end up with me screaming at him the whole time and potentially killing him.

But he probably still had some go Bonnie’s magic left. He could help me get out. And plus, I could just push him away last minute when we go through the portal.

I groaned out of annoyance. I didn’t know what the right answer was. I thought I did. I thought I could do this by myself. But it turns out I can’t. It’s a lot harder than I thought and the fact that I’m a human doesn’t help either. I bit my lip in thought, racking my brain for an answer.

“You have to ask him to help, Y/n. It’s the only way,” I sighed to myself.

I got up from my seat and put on my shoes and jacket. I went out of the house and got into Damon’s Chevy, driving it to Kai’s house. I clenched the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white as I parked in his driveway. Just the thought of seeing him made my stomach churn. Thing was, I didn’t quite know if it churned in a good way or bad.

I stepped out of the car, putting the keys in my jacket pocket. I walked up to the door and gave it a good 3 knocks. A waited a few minutes, but no answer. I knocked a few more times and waited another few minutes. Still no answer.

“Seriously?!” I whined, raising my hand to pound on the door, but Kai’s voice stopped me.

“What are you doing here?”

I turned around and saw him carrying grocery bags.

“Oh. Good, you’re here,” I said, stepping down from his porch.

“You never answered my question. What are you doing here?” He asked.

“I need your help,” I confessed.

His lips upturned into a smile. He let out a laugh. “Wow. Princess Y/n has gotten over her pride, huh?”

“And sociopathic Parker still harasses me with nicknames, huh?”

Kai frowned and walked up to the porch, passing by me and unlocking his house.

“Sorry,” I sighed, following him into his house. “Will you please help me?”

“Hm, let me think about it,” he said, setting the grocery bags down. “No.”

I rolled my eyes. “C’mon! You barely thought about it. Why not?”

“Because I hate you,” he shrugged. “Why? What have I done to you?” I scoffed.

“Well, first of all you slammed a door in my face. Second, whenever we run into each other, you act like I murdered your whole family. And third, you denied my help before, but now you want it? I think not,” he explained.

“Look, I’m sorry. I really, really am, but I know for a fact that you want to get out. I want to, too! But I’ve learned that we can’t get out without each other. I’m sorry I let my pride take over me. So please help me,” I begged and apologised.

Kai grinned at me. “I love this.” “Love what?” I asked.

“I love seeing you beg,” he said, his voice dropping low. He started to walk towards me slowly. Stalking me like I was his prey.

I backed away from him, my eyes trained on him. I let out a huff as my back hit a wall. My eyes widened and stared into his menacing eyes.

“I love seeing you beg for me. Begging for my help like the helpless little human you are,” he muttered.

He arms went around your sides, trapping in-between him and the wall. I breathed out heavily and shakily, averting my eyes.

“I’m not helpless,” I protested. He smirked down at him, his eyes lighting up. “You sure about that, princess?”

The way he stressed my pet name set my fire to my heart, and set my stomach flipping. He head hung low. So low that I could fell his breath on my lips. I felt his knee nudge my thigh and that’s when I stopped breathing. I could fell myself slowly melting into a puddle right in front of him.

“You gonna answer me, sweetheart, or are you just gonna stand there gawking at me?” He chuckled.

I swallowed hard. “N-No.”

“Then answer me,” he teased me. “Y-Yeah… I’m sure about that,” I whispered.

He hummed in reply. I let my eyes roam his face and set on his lips.

“Offer is still there,” he said. “What offer?” I asked.

“The offer to kiss me. Remember when I offered when we first met?”

“O-Oh, yeah,” I stuttered, beginning to catch my breath

“The offer’s still there if you wanna take it.” My eyes flickered back up to his. I shook my head furiously. “I-I don’t want to take it.”

“Oh, I think you do,” he grinned.

I then snapped out of my daze, putting my hand on shoulders and pushing back. “I said no.”

“Alright, alright,” he held his hand up in defense, backing further away from me.

“Now you’ve had your fun, will you help me?” I asked, running my fingers through my hair.

“I guess so,” he shrugged. My eyes lit up, “Really? Oh, my God! Yes!”

I jumped up and went to hug him, wrapping my arms around him. I engulfed him tightly, entangling my fingers in his hair. It was surprisingly soft.

“This feels nice,” Kai sighed.

I groaned, “Okay. Moment ruined.” I pulled away, stepping back a good few feet.

“You hugged me first,” he shrugged. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Alright, so when do you want to get started?” I asked.

“After dinner,” he answered. “But it’s 2 pm,” I said.

“I know. But how about you and me have dinner together,” Kai explained.

“I thought you hated me?” I asked. “Oh, I do. I definitely do. That’s why I want to have dinner with you. I know just how to push your buttons. You’re so cute when mad,” he grinned.

I growled at him. “And you are so annoying.” “See! So cute,” Kai scrunched his nose.

“I bet it’ll be cute when I give you a black eye,” I muttered.

“It'd like to see you try. Anyways, if you want my help, then you’ll come to dinner with me,” Kai shrugged.

I sighed, “Fine. What time? What do I need to cook?”

“7 PM. And nope, I’ll cook.”

“O-Oh, really? You cook?”

“Yep,” he grinned proudly.

“Hm… Well, good to know. Anyways, I’ll be here at 7,” I said, making my way towards the door.

“Make sure to dress up! This is gonna be fancy!” Kai called out.

“Noted!” I exclaimed, stepping out of the house. I shut the door behind me, exhaling heavily. “Now you got a date with the town’s psycho, Y/n. Good going.”

I strutted over to the car, getting in and driving back to my place. I read a few books to pass the time until I had to get ready. I got done with Twilight: Eclipse, as I actually had already started that the other day, and I went ahead and started to read more into Bonnie’s grams’s grimoire.

It was all so fascinating, really. I was so amazed by just the spells themselves, I didn’t even consider the history of all of them. While reading the grimoire, I started to feel a little jealous of the fact that Bonnie’s a witch, and the fact that I’m a human with a ring that keeps me alive whenever I got killed. I almost started to feel jealous of Damon and Tyler, but I knew that I never would want to be a monster. Being a witch would seem nice, though. Not like Kai, though.

After a little heavy reading, I checked the clock. It was 5:49, which meant that I had to start getting ready. I put a bookmark in place in the grimoire and got up off the couch, heading up the stairs. I turned on the shower and got undressed.

I took off my sweatpants and socks, followed by my shirt. As I reached for my shirt overhead, the front of it brushed my nose. An unfamiliar, but calming scent filled my nose. I slipped the rest of the shirt off, turning it back right side out and held it up to my nose. I closed my eyes and breathed the scent in. It smelled like mint, paper of old books, and a little like grape jam. As soon as the grape jam smell came to me, I immediately knew who this scent belonged to.

“Ew!” I shrieked and threw the shirt across the room. It landed in the laundry basket, luckily enough. I let out a gagging noise, taking off my underwear and getting in the shower quickly.

I took my time washing up. Taking a shower seemed to be the only place I could really let go and bask in the quiet and loneliness that was in this house. It was strange because it was always quiet and lonely in this house. This was my only time to truly relax since I was doing everything to keep my busy during the day, so I wouldn’t start crying and throwing a fit about still being here.

I lathered my body with shampoo, giving myself a little massage on my shoulders. I closed my eyes and started to imagine what life would be like if I wasn’t stuck in 1994.

I would be with my friends, obviously. We would be at Whitmore, trying to live a normal life. Caroline, Elena, Bonnie and I would be having a picnic on campus. Sipping iced teas and eating sometime of desert. Damon would probably be with us, considering that Elena can’t be without Damon for more than 10 minutes without dying - literally. Stefan would most definitely be there. He’s my best friend, so of course he would be there. He would be talking to Caroline, though, her hogging all of his attention because she likes him (though she always denied it). And maybe Jeremy would be there, too, for Bonnie. Holding her hand and cuddling up next to her like the cute couple they are. And me? Well, I didn’t really have anybody special in my life. I actually had a thing with Kol Mikaelson before he died. I liked Tyler briefly in high school, but I’m 100% sure he’s into the girl that works at the coffee shop at Whitmore. Matt wasn’t my type at all. Neither was Enzo. Maybe I had a cute boy a Whitmore on my arm. A classmate that I had invited to the picnic. Someone cute, smart, funny… a little crazy. Maybe… Maybe Kai.

My eyes snapped open as I became aware that Kai was now in my fantasy. I couldn’t help but shudder, even with the hot water running on my skin. I washed the rest of my body, focusing on anything else but Kai. I turned off the water, wrapping a towel around me. I dried my skin off as I walked to the sink, putting on lotion and re-brushing my teeth. I stepped back into my bedroom and put on a nude-coloured underwear set. It was simple and very, very comfortable. I then went over to my closet, looking for an outfit to wear. I shuffled through all my shirts, not being able to find one that I liked. I sighed in slight frustration, stepping back to try and see if anything stuck out to me.

A little, annoying voice - that sounded much like my mother’s - sounded in the back of my head.

Maybe you can’t decide on an outfit because you like him and want to look nice for him.

I scoffed loudly, shaking my head. “No. I definitely do not care. That’s why I’m just gong to wear this.” I reached into my closet and pulled out a simple dark-turquoise dress. It was spaghetti-strapped and plunged a little bit at the neckline. It reached down just above my knees. Perfect for dinner with an… associate.

I slipped it on and back to the bathroom and did my hair, putting it in one of my favourite hairstyles. I then got out some makeup products. I put on a light coat of foundation and concealer, curling my eyelashes and brushing them up with mascara. I then shaped my eyebrows and filled in the sparce parts, dusting on some blush and putting on chapstick. I looked in the mirror, stepping back to look at my appearance. I cringed as it looked like I was going on a date. I shook those thoughts out of my head. I wasn’t dressing up for him, I was dressing up for myself. There’s no shame in wanting to look nice for yourself.

I went back into the bedroom and found a pair of black heels. I slipped them on, going over to the dresser and putting on a few gold bracelets and a pair of earrings. I re-adjusted my necklace that I was already wearing. I looked at my reflection and smiled. For once, I felt and looked good. I grabbed a black jacket and walked out of my room, checking the time once again. I had 10 minutes to get his house, which was perfect.

I went out of the house and to the Chevy, driving to Kai’s house. I parked in the driveway, my heart beginning to race. I let out a few deep breaths and go out of the car. As soon as I was about to knock, the door swung wide open.

The door revealed Kai who was wearing a white button-up shirt and dark-blue slacks. He actually looked… nice, for once. My eyes traveled around his chest. I couldn’t help but notice the way his biceps strained against his shirt. I could literally see his abs through the shirt, too. It did not help butterflies that were starting to flutter in my stomach.

“Like what you see?” He smirked.

My eyes flew up to his face, taking a deep breath to calm myself down from all the excitement I was feeling.

“No,” I said flatly, going into the house and brushing past Kai.

“Well, you look nice,” he said as I walked into his kitchen.

“Thanks. You do, too,” I complimented genuinely.

“I’ve never seen you in a dress before. You should wear them more often.”

“I don’t like dresses.”

“But you like me. That’s why you wore one to our date?”

I balled my hands in fists, turning around to face him. “One, this is not a date. And two, girls can wear dresses for themselves, not for men like you.”

Kai grinned widely at me. I realised I had fallen into his trap. He was trying to push my buttons and so far, he's been successful. I couldn't let him win, though. I had to calm down and get through this night. Otherwise I would probably never be getting out.

“Your temper is almost as bad as Damon’s,” Kai remarked.

I sighed, “Well you’re not making it easy to stay calm.”

“I know,” he chuckled, walking past me and to the dinner table. “I hope you like ravioli and mushrooms.”

“Did you make these or buy them?” I asked, walking towards the kitchen table.

“Made them. The Salvatores have lots of cook books. I might have stole them before you came,” he explained.

"Well, it smells great,” I admitted, beginning to take off my jacket.

“Glad you think so. Here, let me get this for you,” he slid over to me and took the jacket off my shoulders. He folded it and put it on the ledge of his couch.

“Thanks,” I said. He then pulled my chair out for me. I sat down, thanking him this time with a smile.

“Wine?” He asked, bringing a bottle over. “Yeah, sure,” I nodded.

He poured two glasses and placed one in front of me. He sat down and took a knife and fork.

“Dig in,” he offered. “This isn’t filled with like, cyanide, right?” I asked half-jokingly.

“Ha-ha. No. I worked really hard on these,” he said.

“Hm,” I hummed. I cut one of the raviolis in half and popped on in my mouth. My eyes widened as it tasted a lot better than I expected.

“Good, right?” Kai smiled.

“Very,” I nodded once I swallowed.

We ate in silence for a few moments. I was itching to talk to him about getting home. I took a long sip of wine before beginning to take.

“So um…. I’ve started to re-build the ascendent. It’s a lot harder than it looks, but I’m really close. I just have-”

“No,” Kai said suddenly. I furrowed my brows, “What?” “No, we aren’t going to talk about that just yet. I want to get to know you,” he explained.

I rolled my eyes. “Why? All you need to know is my name and that I hate living here.”

He chuckled, “Not true. I have trust issues. So before I get involved with you, I need to know I can trust you. See, I didn’t trust Damon or Bonnie. I knew that they hated me from the second they met me. I knew that no matter what I would do, they would never give in to trusting me. You, however, you are so trusting. Didn’t you find it creepy that I, a strange man whom you met in a parking lot, offered you a ride?”

“Oh. I-I mean, I guess? But I needed a ride, anyways,” I said.

He shook his head with a smile. “No. Not a good enough reason. Any reasonable woman would have run away from me. You, though… You saw something good in me, didn’t you? You thought I was nice and cute. Maybe a little too forthcoming, but still you put some trust in me. And if you can trust me, maybe I can learn to trust you.”

“Is that why you didn’t let me go with them?” I asked, suddenly connecting the dots.

“Part of the reason. I knew that I had no chance of getting home with Damon and Bonnie. But with you, I knew that I had a chance. Even though you are just a human.” “I am more than that,” I argued.

“And I’m sure you are! But you see, I don’t know that for sure because I don’t know anything about you. See what I’m getting at here?” “Yeah, I see,” I grumbled. “Great! So let’s start with the first question. Why do you always wear that necklace?” He pointed to my neck.

“It was a gift,” I explained shortly, hoping he would notice the edge in my voice.

“From who?” He asked, the corners of his lips upturning in a smirk.

Of course he noticed. He just wasn’t going to stop.

“Family member.” “C’mon, you gotta give me more. I can’t help you if I don't trust you.” I slammed my fork down on the table. “So? There’s a lot of people in the world that you don’t trust fully, but sometimes you just have to help them! Like in school, you may not trust one of your classmates personally, but if they ask you for help on a math problem, you would help them, right? And plus, I don’t trust you. I never did, for the record. I just really want to get out of this place, which now I am believing is my personal hell, not your’s, but I can’t do that without you!”

Kai took a bite of his ravioli, taking his sweet time to chew and swallow. I clenched my knife, tempted to throw it into his carotid.

“Watch your temper, princess. If you keep yelling at me, then I definitely won’t help you.” I closed my eyes and breathed in slowly, trying to calm myself down. “Fine. Sorry. I just don’t want to answer the questions about my necklace.”

“Oh, I know. That’s why I’m asking,” he grinned.

I rolled my eyes, settling back in my seat. “Please, don’t. It’s really personal.”

“You know, I killed my family. It can’t get any worse than that,” he shrugged.

“Yeah, well, this is worse to me,” I muttered. “What? Did you kill your whole family, too? Man, I didn’t know we were so similar,” he chuckled.

“No. They got murdered right in front of me,” I whispered out. Tears prickled the corners of my eyes. I lowered my gaze to my almost-empty plate. Thick, uncomfortable silence filled the room. I tried to fight the tears that threatened to fall, but as memories came back, I could no longer hold them off.

“I-I’m gonna go. Thanks for dinner, Kai.” My voice was hoarse as I spoke. I swallowed hardly, trying to clear my throat, but it felt like shards of glass were rubbing the sides of it.

I went to grab my jacket and wrapped it around me, reaching out for the doorknob, but Kai pulled me back. He wrapped his fingers around my wrist gently, but firmly. He tugged me back slightly, enough for me to turn around and look him in the eyes. The expression on his face was something that I had never seen on him before. He looked regretful, guilty; full of remorse. For once I didn’t feel annoyed or scared of him.

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” he spoke softly, his blue eyes boring into my e/c eyes.

“I-It’s alright. It’s not your fault,” I sniffled. “No… I-I should have known this was too personal for you to want to share,” he admitted.

“Yeah, well, I know how much you like to push my buttons,” I chuckled.

“I do. I admit that. But I really do want to get to know you.” I narrowed eyes at him, crossing my arms around my chest and leaning back in my chair. “Why?”

“Because I… I think you’re interesting. When I was watching you and your friends, I was able to discover things. Things about Bonnie and Damon. But you… I couldn’t figure out a thing about you. You talk a lot to Damon, and I know you’re really close with Bonnie, but you’re still so private. I’m such an open person, so it was weird for me to see you be so closed-off, but outgoing at the same time,” he explained, his cheeks glowing pink as soon as he finished.

I couldn’t believe what I had heard him say. He was finally saying nice things about me in a sincere tone. I couldn’t help but smile and softened up. “Really?”

“Yeah,” He shrugged sheepishly. “Hm,” I buzzed.

“So, will you stay and we can get to know each other? I promise I won’t ask you about your family anymore,” he said.

I stared at him intensely. As much as I wanted to say no, every fiber in my body was screaming yes.

“Alright, sure. I’ll stay,” I nodded. I knew that if I said no, he probably wouldn't help me get back home, but I was actually looking forward to staying. It seemed as though my feelings for him were developing a lot quicker and stronger than I thought they ever would.

A bright smile lit up his face immediately. “Great! Do you want to continue eating? I have some ice cream, too, if you want.”

“Ice cream sounds good,” I answered. He nodded and let go of my wrist, walking to his freezer.

I felt alone and cold all of the sudden. I felt myself start to miss his hand on me, holding my arm. His skin was so warm and surprisingly soft. I wanted him to touch me all over.

“Take a seat on the couch.” His voice broke me out of my dirty thoughts.

I shrugged away the thoughts and made my way to the sofa, taking a seat and making myself comfortable.

“Do you want a blanket of anything?” He asked, setting down two bowls.

“I’m good for now, thanks,” I said, reaching her to grab a bowl. “F/f?” I asked.

“Yeah. This one of the few things I found out about you,” he smiled sheepishly, taking his bowl and sitting down next to you.

“Indeed I do. I assume you do, too?” I guessed. “Yep,” he nodded. “Hm. So, what do you want to know about me?” I asked.

“What’s your favourite colour?”

“F/c.” “Do you have any pets back at home?” He asked.

“I had a cat a few years ago. She died, though.” “Oh, I’m sorry,” he frowned. “It's alright. She was 20, so she was bound to die soon,” I shrugged.

He nodded. “What’s life like back at home?”

I took a bite of ice cream, thinking for a few moments. “Fun. Busy, but really happy and colourful.”

“Are you in college?” He asked. “Yeah. Second year,” I answered. “What’re you studying?”

“I’m majoring in human studies and minoring in art and design.” “Sounds fun.”

“It is. And a little stressful,” I chuckled. He laughed with me, looking away from me for a moment and then looking back.

“Do you have a boyfriend, or girlfriend, back at home?” He asked.

“Nope. I’ve been single for a good couple years,” I said.

“You? Single? I find that hard to believe,” he snorted. “Why?” I asked, my heart fluttering just thinking about his answer.

Kai smiled softly at me. “Well, for starters, you’re beautiful. You’re strong and confident. You know what you want and have no issue in fighting for it. You’re a little hot-headed, but I find it attractive. You’re very smart; I see you reading almost everyday. You’re determined and dream big. I can tell you really care about your friends and family, despite how much you and Damon bickered. You’re like a girl in a novel or movie that other girls want to be.”

My whole face went warm at his explanation. My lips were upturned into the most cheek-aching smile, too.

“And you said it was hard to find things out about me,” I giggled, nudging his foot with mine.

“Well, I couldn’t find out personal things about you. That's all just from observation,” he shrugged, not seeming to be embarrassed.

I nodded, “Well, now you know a few personal things about me.”

“That I do.” “I…. I thought you liked Bonnie, too,” I spoke my thoughts out loud.

“She’s beautiful, too. She’s also incredibly smart and intuitive. She’s very strong and nice. But you’re the one that really caught my eye.”

“Oh,” I smiled impossibly wider. “Well, good to know.” “Yep,” he popped the ‘p’. I couldn't help but notice how his gaze dropped down to my upper chest, where my necklace sat.

“They died one and a half years ago,” I started.

His eyes flew up to mine. “You don’t have to-”

“No, no. It’s alright. Um… so it was at night. Everyone else was at the house, but I had snuck out to go to a party hosted by Caroline. At this time, I was involved with a vampire named Kol. He convinced me to go out. I knew it was wrong and I was going to get in trouble. I was what some would call a goody-two shoes. Anyways, I stayed out until like, 2 in the morning. I was getting tipsy and tired. So, Stefan, Damon’s brother, drove me home. When I first arrived at my house, it looked completely normal. It was quiet and peaceful. It wasn’t until I walked into my house when I knew something was wrong. There were lights on upstairs. It felt so tense, too. I could literally feel how tense and thick the air was.” I stared down at my ice cream for multiple minutes, blinking rapidly as tears fell.

“I went upstairs and that’s when I saw him. He was tall and wearing a ski-mask, like he was trying to rob us. I guess he had other things he wanted to do, too. He didn’t see me at first, though. It wasn’t until he shot my dad when I started to cry and that’s when he noticed me. I ran away though and into my sibling’s room. I saw that they were still were asleep and safe. So I did the first thing I thought was sensible. I called Stefan. I explained to him that someone had murdered my dad. And as I called him, I heard my mom scream,” I shuddered as her scream ringed in my ears.

“That’s when I heard the door being kicked open downstairs and I knew that Stefan was there. He had brought Caroline and Damon, too, with Bonnie. They were all here to help and I was so appreciative of them. I thought they were going to kill the guy, which was honestly what I wanted. But apparently, the murderer was a vampire. An old one, too, which meant he was stronger than everyone. My friends put up a good fight and I tried to get Andrew and Jenny out of the house, but as soon as we were going down the stairs, the murderer sped up to us and snapped both of their necks. I-It all happened so fast. I….I just couldn't register what was happening. They both just fell limp in my arms. I didn’t know what to do but cry. I was practically screaming while crying, cursing at the murderer. I tried to fight him, but I was so tired and weak, he almost ended up killing me, but luckily Stefan got to him the fastest and ripped his heart out. He fell right on top of me, too. I will never forgetting the weight I was feeling just then. Metaphorical and physical. I pushed him off of me and collapsed into Stefan’s arms. He held me for what seemed like forever until I stopped crying.”

I felt Kai move closer to me, putting a comforting hand on my hand. I smiled softly at him, letting out a deep breath as I was about to finish the story.

“I didn’t come to school for four months after that. I didn’t even come out of my room during that time. My friends took turns everyday taking care of me. Stefan was on cooking duty, Caroline, Elena, and Bonnie switched roles of helping me bathe, getting me to eat, trying to get me to take a step out of bed. Damon and Jeremy provided the jokes and funny stories to try and get me to feel better. Alaric, who was acting like Elena and Jeremy’s parent, adopted me into their family. He said it was Elena and Jeremy’s idea and he agreed fully. After my grieving period, I moved in with the Gilberts. Elena and Jeremy called me their sister and I fell into that role. It was nice to have a family again. It was nice to have siblings again. To have a parent again. I knew it wasn’t real, though. Jeremy and Elena acted like it was real, though. They were so welcoming of having me as a sister, it was just so good. Once I went to college, though, I tried to get a little more independent. Bonnie was gone, actually, so all I had was Caroline and Elena. But we made it work. I’m so thankful for all of them. They really helped me and never gave up on me. Even when I threw fits about getting out of bed,” I smiled at the memories of them helping me.

“Anyways,” I shifted on the couch. “The summer before college, I ended up cremating my family and spreading them across the Pacific Ocean, thanks to Damon who gladly took me on a trip.”

“Wow,” Kai breathed out. “I know,” I chuckled.

“You have really great friends. I’m sorry that all happened to you,” he said. “I-I can’t imagine what you went through. And what you’re still going through.” “Yeah, well, I’m the survivor here. You’re an actual murderer,” I smirked.

He laughed, “True. You know, if you know that I’m a murderer, then why do you agree to spend time with me?”

I sighed and set the empty bowl of ice cream on the table. “Well, you’re right. I am trusting. I see the good in people and I see the good in you. When I was about to walk out the door, I saw the good in you. I see the good in you now. You can be good, Kai. I know it’s hard considering what you have been through, but you are just as much as a survivor as I am.” I intertwined our fingers and put my other hand on his forearm.

“You were abused as a child. You were punished for being different. And although that doesn’t excuse you killing your siblings, you still deserve love. I don’t know how being in a coven works, but I do know how being in a family works. You’re supposed to love each other and your father didn’t give you that love. Sure, you’re a little… eccentric at times, but you still have feelings like everyone else. I know Damon and Bonnie called you a sociopath, and I know I did, too, but now that I’ve seen this side of you, I know you’re different. You should be able to resent your father for being blamed for being a siphoner. Which, by the way, I think it really cool, honestly. I-I’m sorry for yelling at you and getting really mad all those times,” I apologised, looking at him in the eyes to know I was sincere.

He shrugged with a smile, “Well I didn’t make it easy on you.”

I laughed, “No, you did not. Anyways… You are a survivor Kai. A survivor of your family and this world. You deserve a lot more than you think.”

“Thank you. I guess that’s true,” he said.

I smiled and leaned into him, “I know it’s true.”

He smiled at me, his hand tightening around mine. My eyes trailed down to his lips, ogling them for a good few moments.

“Does the necklace has pictures of them?” Kai asked.

I leaned away immediately, my hand slipping out of his. “Yeah, do you want to see them?”

He nodded, moving closer to me so our thighs were touching. I took off the necklace, opening it up and showing him the left side where my parent’s picture sat.

“That’s my dad, Owen, and that’s my mom, Louisa,” I pointed.

“You look just like your mom,” Kai muttered.

I looked to my right, seeing that he was staring right at me. I blushed a little, looking down shyly. “Yeah. We got our genes from our mom.”

“Are they Andrew and Jenny?” He pointed to the right side of the locket.

“Yep. Andrew is 10 and Jenny is 13,” I said.

“They look like good kids,” he commented. “They were. I often wish that it was me who died instead of them,” I murmured.

“Why?”

“Because I was the one who snuck out that night. Plus, my mom and I were having some relationship issues. She was always so irritated with me and criticizing everything I did. The last thing I said to her that night was “I hate you. I wish I had a different mom.”,” My lips were pulled down in a deep frown.

“Well, you didn’t mean that, right?” Kai guessed.

“I didn’t,” I shook my head. “Well, that’s all that matters,” he said.

I nodded and looked up at him.

“You have a little… Here,” he said and lifted up his hand. He cupped my cheek, his thumb running across my cheekbone, wiping a few tears away.

My breath hitched as I felt myself leaning towards him. There was like this magnetic pull that I was feeling. I knew I couldn’t fight it if I tried. His eyes met mine, staring intensely at me. My eyes flickered down to his lips. They looked so soft. So pink. So unbelievably kissable. I was about to close the space in-between us when Kai stopped me.

He put his hand on my shoulder, pushing me back.

“What? Did I read the situation wrong? I’m so sorry,” I rushed out, getting up from the couch.

Kai’s hand grabbed my forearm roughly, pulling me back down on the couch.

“No, it’s not that. You read the situation totally right it's just that… I’ve never kissed anyone before,” he admitted, looking down shyly.

I smiled softly, reaching my hand out for his. “It’s alright. We don’t have to do anything. It’s late, anyways. I should get going.” I looked at the clock, noticing that it was 9:30.

“Or you can stay and we can watch a movie?” He suggested. “Sure,” I nodded with a smile. “Can I take my shoes off?” “Yeah, of course. Actually um, do you want a change of clothes?” He asked.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind,” I nodded.

“Sweatpants and t-shirt work for you?” He asked.

“It definitely does,” I said. “Great. I’ll be right back, go ahead and make yourself comfortable,” he said, getting up from the couch.

I smiled and nodded, taking my shoes and jacket off. I leaned back on the couch, sighing. I could not believe I was making nice with someone who tried to kill me. Damon was right. My type is crazy.

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First of all, I want to thank all of you so much for the follows, likes, comments, reblogs and support in general! I can't believe I hit 50 followers so soon! I know it’s not much, but I actually didn’t expect any at all so I’m so happy!! Thank you ❤️

Now, this is how the celebration is going to work: first you chose a song and a character. Then send it to my requests with your pronoun of choice, along with any other specifications and I'll write you a fic based on the song! You can either send the song or specific quotes as prompts

To find the fics I will write, use the #Anastasia's 50 followers celebration

This event starts today (May 20th) and ends June 10th

Support Me on Ko-Fi - if you’re feeling generous 💕

Songs:

Fluff (Romantic)

Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

London Boy - Taylor Swift

Love Story - Taylor Swift

Lover - Taylor Swift

King of My Heart - Taylor Swift

Willow - Taylor Swift

Crazier - Taylor Swift

New Year’s Day - Taylor Swift

Daylight - Taylor Swift

Jump Then Fall - Taylor Swift

How You Get The Girl - Taylor Swift

You Are In Love - Taylor Swift

It’s Nice To Have A Friend - Taylor Swift

Today Was A Fairytale - Taylor Swift

State Of Grace - Taylor Swift

Mine - Taylor Swift

Delicate - Taylor Swift

Say You Won't Let Go - James Arthur

Naked - James Arthur

Rewrite The Stars - James Arthur + Anne-Marie

I Won't Give Up - Jason Mraz

I'm Yours - Jason Mraz

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran

How Would You Feel (Paean) - Ed Sheeran

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

Afterglow - Ed Sheeran

Lego House - Ed Sheeran

Dive - Ed Sheeran

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

Everything Has Changed - Ed Sheeran + Taylor Swift

I Was Made For Loving You - Tori Kelly + Ed Sheeran

Make You Feel My Love -Adele

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Little Things - One Direction

Night Changes - One Direction

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Andante, Andante - ABBA

Waterloo - ABBA

All Of Me - John Legend

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

Snowman - Sia

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Arms - Christina Perri

Teenage Dream - Katy Perry

Halo - Beyoncé

The Only Exception - Paramore

Dandelions - Ruth B

Someone To You - BANNERS

Would You Be So Kind - Dodie

Someone You Like - The Girl and The Dreamcatcher

If I Could Tell Her - Ben Platt

Absolutely Smitten - Dodie

How Long Will I Love - Ellie Goulding

Angst (Romantic)

Good 4 u - Olivia Rodrigo

Drivers License - Olivia Rodrigo

Deja Vu - Olivia Rodrigo

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

Enough For You - Olivia Rodrigo

1 step forward, 3 steps back - Olivia Rodrigo

Happier - Olivia Rodrigo

Jealousy, Jealousy- Olivia Rodrigo

Favourite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo

Hope Ur Ok - Olivia Rodrigo

Betty - Taylor Swift

Exile - Taylor Swift

Teardrops On My Guitar - Taylor Swift

Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

Tolerate It - Taylor Swift

You’re Not Sorry - Taylor Swift

Should’ve Said No - Taylor Swift

White Horse - Taylor Swift

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

My Tears Ricochet - Taylor Swift

Back to December - Taylor Swift

Breathe - Taylor Swift

The 1 - Taylor Swift

All Too Well - Taylor Swift

Invisible String - Taylor Swift

Evermore - Taylor Swift

Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

When I Was Your Man -Bruno Mars

Someone Like You - Adele

Hello - Adele

All I Ask - Adele

Let Her Go - Passenger

Say Something - A Great Big World

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

California King Bed - Rihanna

Take a Bow - Rihanna

Broken Hearted Girl - Beyoncé

Tonight I Wanna Cry - Keith Urban

The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

SOS - ABBA

One Of Us - ABBA

Half a Heart - One Direction

Yesterday - The Beatles

If The World Was Ending - Julia Michaels

Colors - Halsey

Happier - Ed Sheeran

One Last Time - Ariana Grande

Why’d You Only Call Me When You High - Artic Monkeys

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Just a Friend to You - Meghan Trainor

All I Want - Kodaline

Love You From A Distance - Ashley Kutcher

Potential Breakup Song - Aly & AJ

I Don’t Wanna See You With Her - Maria Mena

Let Her Go - Passenger

All My Tears - Ane Brun

Always On My Mind - Elvis Presley

Someone to you - Lewis Capaldi

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

Others

Sit Still, Look Pretty - Daya

How To Be A Heartbreaker - MARINA

No Body, No Crime - Taylor Swift

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

Blank Space - Taylor Swift

You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

Getaway Car -Taylor Swift

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

The Man - Taylor Swift

22 - Taylor Swift

Dorothea - Taylor Swift

Marjorie - Taylor Swift

The Best Day - Taylor Swift

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

I Forgot That You Existed - Taylor Swift

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift

The Lakes - Taylor Swift

The Last Great American Dynasty - Taylor Swift

Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson

When I Kissed The Teacher - ABBA

I Have A Dream - ABBA

I've Been Waiting For You - ABBA

You'll Be In My Heart - Phil Collins

Titanium - David Guetta (feat. Sia)

F**ckin' Perfect - P!nk

New Rules - Dua Lipa

IDGAF - Dua Lipa

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

You Should See Me in A Crown - Billie Eilish

COPYCAT - Billie Eilish

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Stand By You - Rachel Platten

Firework - Katy Perry

Because You Loved Me - Céline Dion

See You Again - Wiz Khalifa + Charlie Puth

NO - Meghan Trainor

Skyfall - Adele

Gasoline - Halsey

Castle On The Hill - Ed Sheeran

Save Myself - Ed Sheeran

Supermarket Flowers - Ed Sheeran

Small Bump - Ed Sheeran

Growing Up - Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Ed Sheeran

7 Rings - Ariana Grande

Bad Liar - Selena Gomez

Rare - Selena Gomez

Who Says - Selena Gomez

I Turn To You - Christina Aguilera

Till There Was You - The Beatles

Sweetest Devotion - Adele

ps: sorry, I'm a Swiftie and a Sheerio <3

Characters

Character x fem! or GN! reader (ROMANTIC)

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Helion, Tarquin, kallias and Tamlin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton and Simon Basset.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, The Darkling, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan and David.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian Havilliard and Chaol Westfall.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Neville, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Young Sirius, Young James and Young Remus.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley.

MARVEL: Steve, Bucky, Sam, Pietro, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker, Ned, Tony, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Scott Lang, James Rhodes, Peter Quill and Stephen Strange.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Peeta, Gale and Finnick.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Derek Shepherd, Andrew DeLuca, Alex Karev, Jackson Avery, Mark Sloan, George O'Malley, Link, Koracick and Ben Warren.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Derek, Isaac, Liam and Jackson.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Stefan, Matt, Klaus, Elijah and Kai.

NARNIA: Peter, Edmund and Caspian.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Obi Wan, Kylo, Han, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin.

Character x platonic!/sis!/bro!/enemy!/daughter!/son!/mentor!/or anything else platonic Reader

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Feure, Nesta, Elain, Mor, Amren, Nyx, Lucien, Tarquin, Helion, Kallias, Tamlin, Ianthe, Suriel and Bone Carver.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, Darkling, David, Alina, Bahgra, Zoya, Tamar, Tolya, Apparat, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan, Nina, Inej, Tantee Heleen and Pekka Rollins.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian, Chaol and Aelin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony, Benedict, Colin; Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, Hyacinth, Lady Violet, Simon, Lady Danbury, Penelope, Lady Portia Featherington, Marina, Sienna, Genevieve, Cressida and Queen Charlotte.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Cho, Seamus, Fleur, Pansy, Myrtle, Sirius (old or young), James (old or young), Remus (old or young), Lily (old or young), Molly, Arthur, Bill, Percy, Charlie, Xenophilus Lovegood, Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hagrid, Moody, Flitwick, Umbridge, Bellatrix, Voldemort, Lucius, Narcissa, Peter Pettigrew, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Dobby and Nearly Headless Nick.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy, Georgiana Darcy, Mr Bingley, Caroline Bingley, Elizabeth Bennet, Jane Bennet, Mary Bennet, Lydia Bennet, Catherine Bennet, Charlotte Lucas, Wickam, Mr Collins, Mr Bennet, Mrs Bennet.

MARVEL: Steve, Peggy, Sharon, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Carol, Monica Rambeau, Pietro, Wanda, Agatha Harkness, Loki, Frigga, Odin, Hela, Thor, Heimdall, Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, Valkyrie, Peter Parker, Ned, MJ, Tony, Pepper, Morgan, Happy, Howard, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Shuri, Scott, Hope, Hank, Cassie, James Rhodes, Peter Quill, Gamora, Mantis, Nebula, Groot, Rocket, Drax, Stephen Strange, Wong, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, Thanos, Ancient One, Red Skull, Ultron, John Walker and Zemo.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Finnick, Haymitch, Rue, President Snow, Primrose, Effie, Cinna and Johanna.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Meredith, Derek, Andrew, Alex, Jackson, Mark, Lexie, Cristina, April, Izzie, George, Callie, Owen, Addison, Arizona, Miranda, Amelia, Link, Burke, Teddy, Maggie, Richard, Carina, Ben Warren, Megan Hunt, Ellis Grey, Catherine Avery and Tom Koracick.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Malia, Lydia, Allison, Derek, Isaac, Liam, Jackson, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Sheriff Stilinski, Kira, Melissa McCall and Noshiko Yukimura.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Elena, Katherine, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie, Jenna, Klaus, Elijah, Rebeka, Sheriff Forbes, Kai and Lexi.

NARNIA: Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Caspian and Aslan.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Padme, Yoda, Jarjar, Obi Wan, Kylo, Rey, Han, Leia, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin and Grogu.

No pressure tags: @venuswritesfanfic @for-bebbanburg @maggiescarborough @multifandomfix @sweetnspicysimp @lazypeachsoul @magravenwrites

#Anastasia's 50 followers celebration #bridgerton x reader #my writing #greys anatomy x reader #marvel x reader #acotar x reader #throne of glass x reader #teen wolf x reader #tvd x reader #thg x reader #pride and prejudice x reader #hp fanfic #harry potter x reader #grishaverse x reader #six of crows x reader #shadow and bone x reader #star wars x reader #star wars x you

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