#oh kai parker you will always be famous

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you make a snippy comment and she snips off your tongue

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Sheer | Kai Parker

Warnings; SMUT, ANGST, and FLUFF, mentions of death, mourning, loss, mentions of murder, trauma, swearing, unprotected sex,

A/N; sorta made up a whole storyline for this imagine, may be a teeny bit different and may have gotten a little carried away, please enjoy loves

It would not uphold, the weather held a grudge against you as you trudged through the pouring rain, cursing you for thinking that you would be safe on your lonesome.

Instead of a monster, the world wished for you to drown in its falling rivers, making you shiver down to the bone. It was too cold, but you had to go there, it was a ritual.

Since the death of your boyfriend, Aaron, who was killed by Damon, someone you thought to be a friend, you felt broken.

You had tried everything to bring him back, but without the power of a witch, it was deemed impossible, and Bonnie refused to help you, claiming that it was necromancy, and far from her beliefs.

It angered you, how everybody would dismiss the lost lives that Damon took. He got a free pass, he didn’t even regret his own invalid actions.

He was a monster, and you hated him. If you couldn’t bring Aaron back, then you would instead kill his murderer. That would not only give you a sense of revenge, but also make the world a safer place. There would be one less vampire making people’s lives a misery.

“Hi there.” You stopped in your tracks, the voice sending shivers down your spine. Whilst it sounded like a man, in reality it could be anything.

The skin of a human was a disguise the majority of the time, a bloodsucker or a wolf coping inside the exterior, thirsting to break free from the walls of bones and flesh.

“Kai.” He was not exactly human, he was a witch, the one thing that you needed. You had met him through Elena, who was luckily also angered by Damon’s actions, Aaron had been her friend.

And just like that, he had died. But she hid her feelings well, pretending all was fine because she was in love with the gruelling monster that you wished to execute.

However, even though you wanted to bring back your lost beloved, the time that had passed made your mind being up the idea of moving on.

The first person that sprung into your imagination was Kai Parker, the new sociopath in town. He was new, unaware of the traumatising past experience that lingered in your heart, and not to mention, his specimen was one of beauty.

Those grey eyes, ever so curious could bore straight into your soul, and you’d gladly let him mangle it, you no longer had a use for it anyway.

“Why are you out here y/n/n?” He asked with a tilt of his head that had your heart beating profusely.

Everyone knew of his effect on you, but they told you to dismiss it. It was cruel, that they’d rather have you mourning the loss of your partner than to move on with another.

To you, it didn’t matter if he were supposed to be the enemy, you no longer wanted to fight their battles. All you desired was to be in love, with somebody that felt the same.

And whilst you doubted that Kai knew how to feel such a strong emotion, some attention wasn’t the worst thing in the world. As a matter of fact, it worked well as a distraction, it made you almost forget the grudge that you held against the eldest Salvatore.

Almost.

“It’s nothing.” You whisked the direction of the conversation away from your deceased boyfriend, not wanting to talk about him to anyone, let alone Malachai Parker.

Even thinking of Aaron caused a void to open in the middle of your chest, it was unbelievably painful. You thought some people, such as Bonnie would understand, rather than think the loss as a regular occurrence.

To put it simply, the entire ordeal was completely fucked up, and you felt much more guilty for biting your lip at the expression that Kai pulled; his eyebrows raised, and his fingers carefully running down the side of his own jaw.

Oh god, his fingers. There were so many things that you could imagine him doing with those, and from the way he waved them on a greeting, he knew that he teased the thought too.

“Basically...” he began, rolling his grey eyes with what he liked to call modesty, and you classified as boredom, “you’re stuck out in the rain, and if I’m not mistaken, you live halfway across town.”

“Stalker much?” You sneered, crossing your arms across your chest, which only made his gaze wander down, and hold their movements for a dragged out moment. “What are you looking at?” You exasperatedly sighed, only understanding when you followed his peering.

He was focused on your chest, that through your white shirt, appeared almost bare. The lace of your bra was giving him a clear frontal, and so you adjusted your arms, so that they covered more and whatever they had pushed up to peak his intrigue.

“Why am I not surprised?” Shaking your wet hair, which was pointless considering that it was still raining, you realised that you felt the creeping of the cold.

You had been oblivious to it, thinking that it was a side guest to your tears, almost a consequence. But you were no longer tearful, mostly angry at the killer that ruined your future and acted as though it were no big deal.

“I thought you were supposed to be at college.” Kai quirked his brow, proud of the fact that he knew that. However you shook your head, and watched as he removed his jacket, clasping it around your shoulders, shielding you somewhat from the weather.

It appeared as no big deal to him, but it was to you, sociopaths weren’t famous for being kind and charitable. They always had agendas, their agendas, well they were obviously sociopathic.

But from the glazing of the witch’s eyes, you only saw a lost man. He was misinterpreted by all that he knew, they treated him like an outsider, alienated him as though he were a monster, and validly that was why he was seen as one.

“No.” You whispered, confused as to why you were so complied to correct the man. “My boyfriend was killed, I don’t want to go back there, it’s clear why.”

You attempted to give him a small smile, but it came out as a pained grimace. Just the thought had your mood drained, even more so since there was no route to resurrect him.

“Oh yeah, I heard about that.” He didn’t shiver in the rain, instead he seemed comfortable simply standing there, conversing with you in the rainfall. “Damon did it, right?”

Licking your lips, you hesitantly nodded, ashamed of the fact that you had once called the vampire a friend. From the start, you were always wary of him, but eventually you managed to become close to him. And then he ruined your chance of happiness, literally sucking the life out of it.

“What a dick.” Kai was blunt with his annotation, but you couldn’t deny that he was right about them. “Sorry for your loss and all that blah blah. We should get somewhere warm though, you can tell me more.”

It was a strange feeling, you felt pulled to the male, it was as though he was one side of a magnet, and you were another. And so you accepted his invitation, and followed him, breathing in the scent of his black coat. It was much sweeter than you had expected.

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His so called home was an apartment, that you no doubt expected he had convinced someone with his magic to give him rent free. Or he killed them, either or you guessed.

But the thought of death itself was one that you weren’t too keen on thinking about, not now. Instead, you’d rather enjoy the company of someone that didn’t shame you for hating and desiring to kill the one and only Damon Salvatore.

Most of your friends didn’t take you seriously, they just barked laughter, not believing, nor willing to think that you could ever commit such a sentence. But they didn’t share your pain, if they did, you were sure that they’d understand.

Matt got it, he resented the vampire and a lot of the other blood suckers too. And your certainly couldn’t blame him, he had lost his sister, and there was no reason behind her change. It had all just been a game, a gruesome one at that.

Kai lightly removed his jacket from your shoulders, hanging it on a hook to dry. He almost appeared embarrassed, having you in such a private space.

But you didn’t want him to endure such a mindset as that. Instead you smiled, brushing your damp hair out of your face, grasping his hands. They were cold, and that made you frown. No one ever cared what he had gone through, instead they just wanted to rid the world of him.

Even his family had dismissed him, all because he had been different, and treating him as such had definitely had a mind mingling affect on him. It repented an unstoppable rage inside of him, one that ended in dead children and imprisonment.

“Thankyou.” The small example of affection had Kai tilt his head awkwardly and pull his hands away from your own. He wasn’t used to people even being polite towards him, let alone openly sharing contact with him.

You should have been scared of him. Or at least somewhat repulsed, but you weren’t, and it was a first for him. Most around him taunted him with blame, or pointed out his obvious flaws.

And so he ducked his chin downwards into his chest, taking a couple of steps back, mumbling something about retrieving you a dry shirt.

As you waited for him, you peeled off the sheer layer, dropping the ball of wet material upon the ground. Your bra had soaked into your skin, but you left that on out of modesty.

When Kai returned, his mouth gaped open, eyes widening at the half undressed sight of you. But he tried to avert your gaze, blushing at your lack of attire.

“It’s okay.” You jested to him , reaching out for the clean shirt that he had brought for you. “You can look, it’s not like I’m naked.”

“Yet.” He smirked as he allowed his stare to freely roam. His voice had been small, but you had heard it as clear as day. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be thinking like that, you’re in mourning and I get that you wouldn’t want to, yknow.”

His hand gestured between the pair of you , prompting what he was talking about. But maybe he was wrong, after all, it had been a while since you had any physical intimacy, and you’d be a fool to deny that there was chemistry between you and a particular witch.

“Don’t be sorry.” You put the dry shirt aside, walking closer to the brunette. “I am in mourning, but I’m going to get my revenge, and a distraction sure wouldn’t hurt.”

“And here I thought that you were just a pretty face.” Kai’s hand drifted to the side of your face, pulling you closer so that your lips were almost brushing. His breath ghosted over your own intermingling the fumes of lust and intrigue. “But it seems that there is a darkness in that mind of yours, I’m impressed with your plans to say the least.”

“I haven’t even told you any of them yet.” Your hand drifted under the band of his jeans, plucking teasingly at the denim, licking your teeth as you made strong eye contact with him.

“Tell me after.” He ordered, grasping your hips, and clashing your bodies together. Your lips worked hungrily against each other, both pairs of your hands grabbing all that they could, you and him both desperate to hold onto anything.

Kai shoved you backward into a table, trapping you against it as his lips fell downwards, and began to suck at your neck.

But at that contact, you pushed Kai away, freezing for a moment. Damon’s teeth had been on Aaron’s neck, sinking in and draining all that be worth.

“See Elena thinks I’m a monster, and she’s right.” You were unable to move as Aaron stood against the vampire, you had been compelled, and you wanted nothing more than to scream out for Damon to stop, but there was no audio in your throat.

There was no scream as Damon bared his fangs , nor when he sunk them into your boyfriend’s neck, instead you were holding back your tears, as you had been commanded to.

He held him to his mouth for a moment before dropping his body lifeless upon the ground. And you couldn’t help but stare at the sight.

Enzo wore a content smirk, and it sickened you to your stomach. Damon turned, his thirsty eyes boring into your form, that wanted nothing more than to crumble into a million people.

“You may now speak.” His pupils found yours, engaging with your soul, that felt broken and completely shattered.

“Are you going to kill me too?” A part of you was hopeful that he would, but as he came closer, you recognised the mischief in his stance.

He had plans for you, none of which you suspected to like. “Do it, show Elena how much of a monster you really are!”

If he killed you, you’d have liked to think that Elena would be furious , but it was expected that eventually she would forgive him when he put his humanity back on.

“Or instead...” you feared his humoured expression, eyes flickering between his feet that were walking closer to you and your dead partner that lay lifelessly a couple of meters away. “I could show her how much of a monster you are.”

He bit into his wrist, bringing it towards your mouth, and as much as you felt the urge to squirm, you could do nothing more but stand there and abide his compulsion.

“Are you okay?” Kai asked, brushing his nose against your own, wanting to know if you wanted to continue. He knew that you were a victim of trauma, and he understood it’s affects.

In regards to his past, his coping method had been inflicting it in return. But you had done no foul against him, and so he would not torture you or force you into something that you had no intention of continuing.

“Yeah.” You breathed, blinking to push the memory away, temporarily at least. “Bedroom.” You ushered, squealing distractedly as he hoisted you into his arms, wrapping your legs perfectly around his waist.

He dropped you upon the mattress, hovering over you, removing his shirt after you began to tug on the dark and rain pelted material.

Leaning your elbows, you unclipped the back of your bra, discarding it somewhere far from your memory, and Kai sunk down, his lips latching onto your nipple, playing with the other in his rough hands.

“Your fucking gorgeous.” He hummed around your breast, his fingers drifting down your stomach to the band of your leggings.

His compliment made you smile, and as he ripped off your pants, he slipped a hand inside of your panties, rubbing your sensitive flesh. But you groaned, frowning at his tantalising actions.

“Just need you inside of me.” You told him, and he was more than happy to comply, so he worked on his belt, as you slipped off your own underwear, and removed the torn fabric from around your legs.

When you looked up, you noticed that he was completely bare, and already had himself in hand. There was precum balancing on his tip and at the sight you licked your lips.

“You ready?” He asked bringing his head down to your chin, placing a delicate kiss upon the bump, and teasing his other tip against your opening, swiping through your wetness and using it to lube himself up.

“God yes.” You sighed, your hands finding refuge upon the back of his shoulders, your nails sinking into his firm skin.

And so, with consent, he pushed in, groaning at the initial tightness. “And I thought that it was wet outside.” He laughed, causing you to snort, he was funnier than you had expected him to be.

It almost made you swoon, but no, you couldn’t be interested in Kai, could you? Everyone thought you had been, even Bonnie had stated that you often undressed him with your eyes in the worst of situations, but it had never been a big deal to you.

And then it hit you like a ton of bricks, with a snap of Kai’s hips. All along you had denied any interest of another man, all because of the one that you had lost. And everyone already knew that there were sparks between you and the witch, before either of you had caught on.

“Shit.” He huffed, reaching down and biting your lips, causing your eyes to flutter sensuously, and dark veins to appear underneath.

At the feeling, you tried to bury your face sidewards into the pillow so that he couldn’t see, but he held you still as he gave shallow thrusts inside of you.

“Don’t look away, I think you’re beautiful.” Him saying that alone had you almost in tears. Despite trying to bring Aaron back you feared what he would think of you when he returned, or well, if he could.

Would he think you a monster, that stood idly by when he was killed? Because if so, you’re heart would literally break, and you wouldn’t be able to bare living any longer.

Living, funny. You hardly described what you were doing as such anyways. But currently, you did truly feel alive again, perhaps that was just the affect of having a dick inside of you.

But as Kai reached down and fiddled with your clit, you knew that you were done for. Your head fell back, eyes closed and mouth open, showcasing your fangs, your orgasm hitting you like a train.

He continued his movements until he felt he was nearing his point, and then he finished too, having no worry in impregnating you as you were well, to put it lightly , dead.

Both of you panted as he pulled out and fell beside you. Your eyes stared at the ceiling, your concentration eventually broken when Kai spoke.

“Damon did it, didn’t he? He turned you.” Your face had returned to its previous disguise, you looked human once more. But it was no secret that you were now a savage, a monster like Damon.

“Yeah.” You bit your lip, trying not to cry at the thought. It was the last thing in the world that you ever wanted, but Damon knew that too. And so he had cursed you, for all of eternity.

“Then he deserves to die.” Kai stated, he was already against the Salvatores, but his hatred for them had just increased.

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Jealous

Requested @sunflowerdaydreams13

Prompt #4 “oh, you’re jealous.”

Kai Parker x reader

“I just don’t get what you see in him?”

Elena stated for probably the 1000th time. Caroline jumping in to put her two cents in.

Rolling your eyes, it was the same thing every time you all hung out together.

“He’s not that bad.”

“He’s killed people, Y/n!”

You couldn’t help but scoff,

“Are we really going to pretend that every single guy you’ve dated hasn’t had murdering rampages too, both of you.”

Their gaze locking to the table, you were right and they knew it. You ignored the chuckle from the bar a few feet away, Kai,

You knew it was him, of course he was here, he’s always around.

“Here you go ladies.”

Thank god, the drinks are here. The bartender who’s name you didn’t pay attention to, handed you your drink.

“Let me know if you need anything, gorgeous.”

He winked, you didn’t care, you had Kai, but the man hiding in the shadows at the bar cared, he cared a lot. The only time the man made himself know was when he came to your booth twenty minutes later saying it was time to go.

“You’re not in charge of me Kai.”

So you were in one of your moods, not a good thing for him. But luckily he knew a few was to make you listen. He’s going to use embarrassment this time.

“Oh really, that’s not what you were saying last night. Or this morning, or in the parking lot.”

He was challenging you, you knew it just by the cocky smirk he has on. But you were curious, he never shows himself when he stalks you, why did he this time?

Taking his hand to pull you from the booth. Tanking him to a stop outside, well trying to he’d only stop if he wanted.

“What was that about-who’s blood is that!”

Please don’t let him be having a murdering rampage right after you defended his murdering rampages.

“Your little bartender, can we go now?”

“The bartender! What did you do Kai?”

You yelled, refusing to get in the car. That Kai now has you pressed up against, running his fingers over your neck.

“He was flirting with you, you’re mine he needed to learn that.

That was the first time you noticed Kai get jealous. After that it seemed like everything set him off, you and Damon have been friends for what felt like forever. And you weren’t about to stop hanging out with him just because you had a boyfriend.

“Don’t you look good.”

Kai, sings from his spot sprawled across the couch. He thought you got all dolled up for him, but got confused when you pulled on your shoes.

“Are we going somewhere?”

“No, I am”

“What!”

He must’ve miss heard you. Because it sounded like you were about to go out, dressed like that, without him.

“I’m going out with Damon, I’ll be back later.”

Oh no you don’t, if you think he’s just going to wait here like a house husband while you gallivant with that playboy vampire you were mistaken. Pooffing between you and the door. Pinning you to wall like he did outside mystic grill after he almost killed that bartender he claimed was trying to steal you away from him.

“Sweetness, why go with him when I’m here? Think of the fun we could have.”

Kissing the weak spot on your neck, hands roughly gripping your waist. Teasingly biting along the way, also covering you in his scent if you do go out, everyone would know you were his.

“You’re jealous.”

Jumping away from you as if you’ve electrocuted him, “What, no!”

“Oh you’re jealous, and it stops now! I love you but you are not about to control what I do and who I do it with!”

You yell, tired of walking on eggshells around him worrying who’s name you might say that sets him off. You’re sure he would keep you chained to the wall if it kept you closer to him. You were so angry you stormed out of the house leaving a confused Kai behind.

He knew it was only a matter of time that you confronted him, he knew you didn’t like it when he got jealous but he couldn’t lose you. You knew everything about him and still said you loved him when you kissed him goodnight, he couldn’t imagine going to sleep without your kisses or spending the day without hearing you tell him that he’s the only one you want. He can’t, he won’t.

After hearing about the fight you had with Kai, Damon took you to a bar the next town over instead of the normal mystic grille. Hoping a certain someone would find you while you were still cooling off.

“I’m serious, I’m sick of it!”

Downing another shot of whatever Damon ordered for the table, still ranting in your head. How dare he act like that, sure you get he had a rough childhood and as he says you’re the first thing that’s actually his. But that doesn’t give him the right to kill anyone that talks to you. You feel like you could break your neck with how fast he goes from the sweetest guy ever to killing someone.

“You know what I do when I’m in situations like that?” You know it was a rhetorical question but you throw out a mumbled answer anyway. “You kill them?” Damon continues, sliding your another shot ignoring your previous words. “I drink.”

“Thanks Damon, really great advice become an alcoholic.”

“You asked.”

Shrugging his leather clad shoulders, downing another shot. Looking almost bored with the situation. That is until his eyes lock on somthing over your shoulder, you think it’s a girl he’s set his target on and you’ll spend the rest of the night drinking alone and end up having to call Kai to get you.

Nothing worse then ruining you’re dramatic exit then having to call them for a favor.

“Well I’ll be over there if you want to join me in my alcoholism.”

Shooting you a wink, lips pulled into his famous smirk sliding off the bar stool and walking off. You don’t bother to see where he goes eyes still locked on the empty shot glass on the wood bar.

“This seat taken?”

Letting out a loud sigh, seeing the one person you didn’t want to see out of the corner of your eye. “Apparently I’ll take whatever’s easy, so why not.”

Roughly pushing out your leg to kick out the stool, still not looking at him. He mimics your position. Elbows resting on the bar only difference is his eyes are set on you while you’ll look at everything else in this bar before you glance at him.

“Will you punch me if I say I’m sorry?”

“Can always try and find out.”

Kai huffs out a laugh, shaking his head getting an almost find smile in his face as he reaches for the glass you’re staring at, and starts picking at the logo, a nervous habit.

“What’s ironic is this is one of the first things I loved about you,” that caught your attention, sensing your confusions continues.

“You don’t let anyone walk over you, anyone including me. I am sorry, I feel like I’m not good enough for you and you’re going to find someone better, hearing your friends bring up every wrong thing I’ve ever done doesn’t help. I lashed out.”

His speech makes you drop your shoulders, you can see where he’s coming from. You wouldn’t like his friends picking at your insecurities, if he had friends that is. Plus he isn’t great with emotions he never was and the merge with Luke just make it more complicated.

“But I love you, more then anything. Please give me another chance, you can squirt me with a spray bottle when I misbehave like the cats on the Internet!”

He pleads. Gripping one of your hands between both of his holding them to his chest. Begging you with his eyes.

“I wasn’t going to leave you Kai, but I’ll take you up on the spray bottle.”

Gasping, he jumps up hugging you tightly only loosening his grip when you choke out “Human Kai.” “Sorry honey.”

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Letting Loose

Part THIRTEEN 

This series is TICKLE related. Outfits that are linked here are purely for picturing the clothes, you don’t have to look like the model.

Series Summary:  You’re the little sister of the one and only Captain America. You’re also the youngest girl on the team, so that automatically makes you the avengers’ little princess. And they spoil you as such. They have become your amazing family and you don’t know where you’d be without them. This series will show random adventures and fluffy events in the daily life of the reader and her family, along with an unexpected turn later on as you read.

Warnings: Drama? ARGUMENT WITH RUBY ANNE

Word Count: 2,870

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Its been about a month later, and Tony was hosting one of his famous parties and invited many people. Since you and Peter weren’t allowed to be around in the party due to there being “too many adults and alcohol and kind of bad influences”, you and Peter were having your own little party in your room. You even dressed up a bit too! You wore a nice semi formal outfit. Tony made sure that you guys would still have fun despite not being able to be out in the party by providing enough snacks, movies, and allowing you to play out in the backyard. But you were told you weren’t allowed to leave the room to be out in the halls.

So there you were, just watching movies and jumping in the bed with Peter, still jamming and dancing to the music since it was very loud outside. You had invited Ruby Anne to come chill in your room so you could all be together and play around. But of course, she declined the offer. “Hey! Me and Peter are hanging out in my room, do you wanna hang out with us? You must be bored!!” You asked, having to yell over the music playing.

“I’d rather die.” She quipped, going back to her phone. You looked away slightly, nodding your head.

“O-kay..” You sighed, going back to your room.

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Peter was spinning you around in your hanging chair, watching as hed twist you in it and you'd go spinning rapidly the opposite way. You howled, laughing as you held on the strings and finally stopped spinning. You got out of the chair, kinda dizzy and motioned for Peter to sit. “Okahahay your turn.” You both continued to spin each other until you were extremely dizzy and fell onto your backs on the bed. After a while, you both started to get bored. There was only so much you could do in a bedroom to keep yourselves occupied during a whole party. “We should go sneak out.” You grinned mischeviously, clasping your hands together when Peter gave you a wary look. “Think about it! We’ll just go out for minutes at a time and check out whos around! Then we’ll come back and wait it out, and go back out. We’ll avoid as much of the team as we can but at least it’ll be something fun to do!” You grinned.

Peter thought for a moment. “It’s dangerous… but… I'm sooo bored and I cant really think of any reason not to. I mean, I can, but I don’t want to.” He smirked. You cheered and nodded, making up a plan.

The first time you’d gone out, Clint caught you. You had accidentally bumped into him when he was on his way to the bar. You looked at him with wide eyes and he smirked, raising an eyebrow at you. “Are you supposed to be here?” He asked slowly, already knowing the answer. You pursed your lips, thinking of a way to keep him quiet.

“Please don’t tell Tony! Or Steve! Or anyone! I'm begging you!” You pleaded, sighing in relief when he let out a loose chuckle.

“Relax, your dirty secret is safe with me. Don’t let anyone else catch you though, they’re not as cool as me.” He bragged, winking down at you before leaving. You and Peter sighed, deciding to go back to your room just in case, and wait a few minutes before going out again.

The second time, you would have almost bumped into Thor, if it wasn’t for Peter pulling you out of the way at the last second. Thankfully he didn’t see you since he was facing the other way. When he passed by, Peter held you to his ear. “What are you doing?” He asked hastily. “Why are you bumping into everyone?” You widen your eyes at him and get out of his grip.

“I'm not trying to! I can’t help it! Its crowded here!” You defended.

“Well, be careful!”

You groaned and followed Peter around the main room, avoiding other members of the team and almost getting caught various times. You almost sat down on a couch where your brother was sitting. Since there were a lot of blonde guys with short hair there, you didn’t realize it was him. He was talking to some SHIELD worker facing away from you and you sat down on the couch, waiting for Peter to come back; he was getting you some punch. You looked around out of curiosity and your eyes almost popped out of their sockets when you realized you were sitting right next to Steve. You quickly and silently stood up from the couch, holding your breath and slowly stepping away. You didn’t even blink until you were out of that spot. You saw Peter a few feet away and met up with him. “Oh my god dude, I almost got caught.” You exhaled. Peter looked at you with wide eyes and shook his head.

“Geez, you're not gonna last out here.” He chuckled.” Here’s your punch.”

You took it and drank it slowly, looking around cautiously. Yes, you were nervous about what you were doing, but at least you were feeling something other than boredom. You decided to go back to your room again and eat some more snacks, before agreeing to go out one last time. “Alright, we go out one more time, and then our rebellious streak is over. Okay?” Peter asked. You nodded in agreement, sneaking out of your rooms again with smiles on your faces.

You were leading the way through the crowd, occasionally bumping into random people. You were making your way down the West hall when your heart skipped a beat. Tony was right there; and you both were right in his line of sight. Sure enough, Tony’s eyes caught your and he stopped talking, looking at you wide wide eyes. You immediately stopped in your tracks, causing Peter to bump into you. “What’s wrong?”

Tony began walking towards you. “Run.” You squeaked. “Run runrunrun gogogogo!!” You turned at pushed Peter out, him cursing when he saw Tony walking towards them. You started to laugh nervously as you and Peter made a run for it, squeezing through the crowd and booking it to your room. Tony was now speed walking behind you.

You ran behind Peter and reached your room and closed the door. “HIDE!” You yelped, Peter already on the ceiling. “Wait, don’t leave me down here!” You cried. Peter shook his head.

“Sorry! Every man for himself!” He whispered. You gaped at him and began to curse at him before hearing loud footsteps outside your room. You squeaked and quickly stood behind the door. Tony opened the door and walked in a second later, immediately finding you when he closed the door. You gave you an unamused look, raising his eyebrows and dulling his eyes. “Really? That’s the hiding spot you choose? Behind the doorway?” He deadpans. You bit your lip nervously and shuffle in your position. “Do I need to teach you guys a lesson so you won’t come out again, huh? Cause I think that’s what I need to do.” He concludes, grabbing your shoulder and pushing you down on the floor.

“Nohohoho!” You cry, bursting into loud belly laughter as he doesn’t waste time, going straight for your death spots. Hes drilling his blunt nails into your ribs, tasing them and going down to the lower ribs, scratching harshly. Tony’s wearing a light smirk, secretly enjoying this. He nuzzles his beard in your neck, smiling when you let out a child-like squeal. “Plehehehease! Ihihim sohohoHOHOHORRY!” You beg, melting onto the floor when he scoots down and drills his fingers in your thighs. You shriek and kick out your legs violently, yelling out more apologies hoping hed stop.

“I forgive you, y/n, but I still gotta teach you a lesson.” He sang, blowing endless raspberries on your sides and ribs, his beard making it ten times worse. He was holding your wrists to your sides, next to your head as he blew raspberry after raspberry. You were cackling hysterically, pulling weakly at your wrists. Since you were on the floor, you could see Peter crawling on the ceiling quietly, try to sneak out the room. He was not leaving you here to take all the punishment.

“HEHEHEY!” You yelled, Peter putting a finger on his mouth, shushing you and giving you a wide eyed glare. Tony didn’t have to look up from his raspberries to know what was happening. He paused, giving you a minute to breath before looking up.

“Parker, you better get down here now, or it'll be worse for you.” He sings. Peter whines and hesitantly drops down from the ceiling and hugs himself nervously, already feeling the anticipation. Tony looks back at you before pinching at your hips, making you fall back into uncontrollable laughter. You're desperately pushing at his hands and begging him to show mercy. After a few more moments, he smirks, deciding by the tears of mirth in your eyes that you’ve had enough before patting your stomach and getting off you. You fall limp on the floor, panting and squeaking out hiccups before curling up.

Tony gets up and turns to face Peter, who’s nervously giggling. Tony stalks towards him, purposely going at a slow pace to make him more nervous. Peter is now making himself small, lifting a leg up to protect himself. “Okay but, Mr. Stahahark, wahahahait!” He starts, falling into a fit of giggles as Tony quickly shoves his hands in his armpits, making him shriek. “NOHOHOHOOO NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” He laughs, his voice cracking as he screams. He instantly falls to the floor, Tony following him down and straddling him.

“Well, you should’ve thought of that before you went along with Thing #2’s plan.” Tony quipped, nodding over at you. You sat up from the floor in mild offense. “Hey! How are you so sure it was my idea?” You asked. Tony scoffed. “Please. It’s always your idea. Why do you think I call you Trouble, huh?” He chuckled, clawing his fingers into Peter’s belly. He arches his back and lets out hysterical laughter. You huff, crossing your arms at his answer. You lay back down to finish recovering from the attack, smirking at Peter’s desperate pleads and protests. “Are you gonna go out again?”

“NOHOHO I SWEAR!”

“And are you gonna talk Trouble out of it when she makes up a plan to do something rebellious?” He asks, drilling into Peter’s hips. He shrieks, falling into silent laughter.

“YEHEhehe….” Tony chuckles and lets him go, ruffling his hair.

“Alright, breathe, don’t die on me now.” He quips. He gets up and opens the door to go back out. “Alright, if I catch you guys outside again, I'm gonna send Barnes up here to keep a strict eye on you. Got it?” He looks at you both expectantly before leaving. You both sigh in relief when he leaves, just laying there on the floor to catch your breaths.

“I can’t believe you were gonna leave me here to take all the punishment, you jerk.” You say, pushing at his side with your foot. He mindlessly grabs your foot and hold it to him, securing it in a headlock.

“Sorry.” He giggles breathlessly. He traces a finger under your foot, smiling lightly when you whine and pull it back. You both lay on the floor for several minutes, exhausted.

----

After Tony leaves your room, he goes to check on Ruby Anne, to see how she’s doing. He knocks loudly so it can be heard over the music and she opens the door with a frown. He smiles and walks in, her closing the door behind them. “Hey, you didn’t wanna join the kids in the other room? They’re having their own little party in there.” He chuckles. “They’ve got snacks and movies in there.”

“No, I'm fine. Why would I want to do that?” She asks with a grimace. Tony stays quiet for a moment before shrugging silently.

“Just checking.” He mumbles, walking out.

----

The party ended a few hours later, and when most of the people there started to leave, you were allowed out. When you were hanging with Bucky and Steve in one of the common rooms, you noticed Tony’s mood was a little off since the last time you saw him. You knew there could only be one reason his mood could be dampened so quickly. You sighed and rolled your eyes to yourself. This had gone on long enough. Tony was supposed to have fun at his party, and feel good, but now Ruby had to mess it up for him. You were sick of Tony being sad all the time. So you decided it was finally time to face her directly about it, just like Peter suggested a while ago.

You left the common room and made your way to her room before knocking on the door. She opened the door and you walked in, not bothering to give her a smile she wouldn’t return. “Hey. We need to talk.” You sighed. Ruby stood back a bit, leaning on the wall and looking at you with dulled eyes.

“What about.”

You took a deep breath, trying to keep yourself calm. “Look. I know you're dealing with your mom’s death still, and I'm not trying to take that away from you, but you could at least show a little kindness to us. Or at least to your dad. Its been months. Months! You know, I’ve tried to keep this in for so long trying to be nice and invite you where ever me and Peter go but you're just so difficult! I know you're going through a hard time but you don’t have to take it out on us for so long! Tony has tried so hard to show you how sorry he is and be a father to you but you're just so stuck in this loop of saying the same three phrases over and over and over. ‘No thanks’, ‘Leave me alone.’. ‘I’d rather die.’. How are we supposed to fix things if every time we try, you screw us?” You say, exasperation clear in your voice. After a second, you sigh deeply and run your hand through your hair, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. “I'm sorry to snap at you like that, it was rude. Its just so frustrating.” You sigh.

Ruby has a mean expression on her face as she looks down at the floor. “He wasn’t there for me when I needed him.” She defended, as if that was an excuse to treat him like that the rest of his life. You rolled your eyes and stood up from the bed.

“He didn’t know you even existed!! You cant blame people for something they had no knowledge of, its just unfair! The fact that he’s trying so hard to fix things with you now, should prove to you that he really would have been there for you if your mom would have just told him she was pregnant!” You yelled. Ruby is quiet for a moment, processing your words. Her brows are still furrowed and it doesn’t look like she’s going to admit she’s wrong any time soon. You sigh, wearing a stern face and standing still, looking at her straight in the eyes. “Look. I know that in the end, you're gonna do whatever you're gonna do. That’s how you are apparently. No one else matters, nor their opinion. Just screw everybody, right?” You pause, silence filling the room.

“Tony was close to giving up on trying to fix things months ago. But I reminded him that he shouldn’t give up because you’re his daughter. And he promised to make sure you knew that you were worth it to him. That’s why he’s come to your room every single day trying to make conversation with you, and bring you food, and buy you gifts, and just spoil you because he wanted you to know you were worth it to him. And that he’s truly sorry for everything.” You say, looking up at her, your eyes softening. “He’s trying. Don’t push him away.” You plead. Ruby stares at the floor, not saying anything. But for once, there wasn’t a deep frown on her face, or a line between her forehead, her brows in a permanent knit. For once she just had a… neutral face, just staring at the floor. You decided to leave it at that, and leave.

Ruby stayed there, contemplating your words and feeling the need to come to a decision about her life.

You were exhausted after all that talking, so you bid everyone goodnight and went straight to bed. You slept with your headphones in, so the music would distract you and keep you from thinking about the situation. You quickly fell asleep to the low sound of the music and dreamt good dreams. You could only hope you had gotten Ruby to change something inside herself that day, but if not, there was officially nothing else you could do.

[werezmastarbucks]

more like honeymoon [2]

previous part

word count: 3769

warnings: loving couple throws fists

music: in the text

LOS ANGELES by blink-182 segment

You had a dream that the prison world was being destroyed. The fearful suspicion was on the back of your mind at all times, but you didn’t know how to express it. Kai always said you were the more paranoid one. All the bad outcomes, you always considered them. You argued that this kind of pessimistic outlook saved your live even when you didn’t know it did. Well, look where you are now, he would reply. Not that it’s bad, so I don’t know what I’m trying to prove here. He just liked to argue.

The white light together with earthquake came, and the ground crumbled beneath your feet. Kai was somewhere away, you could only see his silhouette as he stood on a hill or something. You were now staying in Los Angeles. The end came while you were running to him, the whiteness becoming your least favorite color. Your heart was tearing apart because you were so tired of something constantly trying to stop you from being together.

You woke up in your happy crowdless realm, the queen of enclosed nothingness, and felt like you wanted to go home for the first time. Just because this dimension was more fragile.

Kai was sleeping next to you, his nose deep in the pillow, and you had no idea which part of him was responsible for breathing. Like in a trance, you crawled out of bed and left through the balcony doors to look down on the city lit by nobody, to make sure the world was intact. It didn’t, and wouldn’t, go anywhere. You got used to being here alone and having it all, so quickly, a part of you couldn’t imagine sharing this planet, and Kai, with anybody.

When you returned to bed, Kai was lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. His hand took your chin and turned your head to him.

“Where were you?”

“I had a bad dream”.

Kai was a pro in bad dreams. He had a black belt in going back to hell through his dreams. Agonizing, long, realistic nightmares plagued his head no matter how deep he shoved it under the blankets. He looked a little strict for someone who consoles another after a bad dream. You had your suspicions he had other things on his mind. Sometimes you would catch him observe you as if he was expecting you to run away.

LA1 by Moby segment

You were finishing the book. This was the book you’ve been meaning to read ever since you were fourteen. When everybody nailed it at school, you were busy with other more interesting stuff, and so, you never ended up reading it. Now was the epitome of everybody’s ‘one day’. People leave interesting tv shows, tedious chores, the best packs of cookies and postponed hobbies for that cryptic ‘one day’ but it never comes. Not for most people at least. Now, you two, more so you than Kai, finally faced this neverending time period to do everything procrastination took away from you. You finally were finishing that damn book.

As you laid there at the pool of your new house, and the sun was sending blinding specks jumping off the water, Kai was drawing complicated shapes on the side of your leg and looking down the valley of Los Angeles, the city where he was king. Just like everywhere else.

“I think I have memorized every inch of you by now”, he said.

You swallowed down a sigh, because you were about fourteen pages away from the end. You knew when Kai started talking, there would be nothing else but talking for at least fifty minutes.

“Good, now, if I get into a horrible car crash and get terribly disfigured you will recognize my body one way or another”, you replied, trying to at least finish the page. Kai’s hand laid on the paper, pulling it away.

“Once we get out”, you smiled.

“If we get out”, he corrected you.

You let go of the book he was pulling away. He didn’t like sharing you.

“You think... we’ll be here long?”

“The spell is all we have, and it’s useless”, he shrugged like he didn’t care. “There’s nothing else. The ascendant is out there, and we don’t have a Bennet here to cut her...”

“Do these things have expiration date?” you asked, worried, “is it possible that one day, this prison will collapse and disappear?”

He looked at you, his hand caressing your knee absently.

“No, I don’t think so. It’s awesome here though, isn’t it? You like it, right?”

“Of course I do”, you nodded, without giving it too much thought. You looked down to the city where Kai’s gaze has been wandering earlier. “I’m still waiting for the horror to kick in, but it doesn’t. Either I’m too jaded to care, or...”

You bit your lip hard, thinking, whether you’re willing to spoil him. Parker’s palm squeezed your skin lightly. His hands were always warm, and he never refused to tickle you. He was a perfect guy to live with in a prison world: impossible to exhaust, handsy and resourceful. He could stay in one place for weeks, or drive through several states in one day. He knew every part of this magical planet and never felt lost anymore. It was bittersweet how this luxury of traveling without any discomfort came after eighteen years of him agonizing here alone.

He looked good with the hills of Los Angeles on the background, serving as colorful addition to him. His dark hair, and gun-like eyes, his demeanor of rich cynical kid who’s going to do you on the kitchen counter and never call again - only, Kai was following you everywhere.

“Or?” he took you out of your pondering. He didn’t like that either, when you drifted off in the middle of conversation. What are you thinking about? Who are you thinking about, Y/N? His tone of voice always said, I took you as far as an enchanted prison world so that you can’t see other guys, and you still have your head in the clouds.

“The feeling of having everything you need in your arms is intoxicating”, you sighed. The fundemental sensation of being completely satisfied with your life, while being in a literal prison world, came from the realization. Kai Parker was the final point of whatever path you’ve been striding. You weren’t one for professing your love passionately, or expressing it many times. But this one time you felt like you needed to get it off your chest.

“You ever had that?”

He blinked.

“Do you want to stay here, or do you want to move on? You wanted to see Fontana, right?” he asked, a bit lost, and he sounded like his mouth was dry. You took your book back from him.

“Pomona first”.

That night there was vivid change in Kai; instead of pounding you into the bed, like he usually did, as you both enjoyed it, he laid low, pressing you into the matrass with all his body. You felt almost like suffocating on the long, stretching feeling he was drilling into you with passionate, deep movements. For the first time you felt what it was like when you’re trying to jump out of your own skin with pleasure, after all the crying and moaning is just not enough.

“Wait for me, baby”, he was whispering, as you two moved together, hips to hips, shoulders to shoulders, and you thought your eyes will pop out, that maybe your nails are already halfway inside his shoulder blades. Kai was changing; he has been for some time now. He was becoming calmer and happier, and now, as he was making you come and told you to hold on at the same time, for a second there you could see him, shed of all his layers. The Kai Parker he would’ve been many years before, many tortures and catastrophes, and murders ago. The magic, devilish temptation, malevolence, misery and memories aside, there he finally was, a person who was begging you not to come without him, because even that, he didn’t want to do alone. As you clutched the hair on the back of his head, soft, just slightly curly, you felt your body fill with love, that kind that never really lets go of you. Because you finally saw the last manifestation of him, the last entity that lived in him, and it needed you, and loved you.

Kai, too, was making love as opposed to your usual experimental mutual fucking. Both types brought you joy; after he collapsed on the pillow next to you, you knew he would never be the old Kai. You could feel it in your guts.

I’M ON FIRE by Bruce Springsteen segment

“I could take you literally anywhere, and you still choose America”.

You dragged your now big bag on the glistening asphalt, sweating in heat, and gave up, motioning towards it.

“Technically, Hawaii...”

“Technically, Hawaii is America”, he nodded, picking up your bag, “but I hear you”.

“The Pacific, Kai”.

“You know what I did when I was here?” he asked, for the thousandth time in nine months.

“Climbed the Everest”, you chanted, rolling your eyes.

“Climbed the Everest”, he noted proudly. It took about a week? for you to convince him you weren’t interested in dying forty-five times before you finally reach the top of the mountain. He clicked his tongue finally, saying there’s no adventure to you. That’s how you ended up jumping off the Grand Canyon. Dares always led you to some drastic decisions you later regretted.

You settled on the famous North Shore, where the ocean was blue and green, and the palm trees swayed every day... all the day. At three oh seven, it rained for eleven minutes, and then, a majestic double rainbow stood above Oahu. The evening was so beautiful you felt you wouldn’t get tired of it in a hundred years. It’s really hard to get tired of hawaiian sunsets. Everything was perfect.

Until your phone rang.

When you were clutching on Kai, your belly bag was on you, together with all essential things in the world of the twenty-first century. You had your phone in there, the charger in case of anything, car keys, wallet, pack of plasters and some gum. It all traveled with you into the world of ‘94, and that’s how you listened to music from the future in the world of the past. The charger was especially useful, because you could keep your phone turned on and took pictures. Literally everything you did resembled a young couple’s honeymoon. You were forced to delete everything from your phone though, so that it could contain all the photos from different places. You even joked that, once you run out of space completely, it’ll be time to go home.

Another once we get out moment.

Now, your phone, that survived here for nine months because you were charging it regularly, rang, and you didn’t even pay attention at first. It hasn’t rung before. This thing is not supposed to ring, it’s supposed to play music and take pictures of Kai as he is being adorable, sleeping in his king-sized bed, his head buried in the pillow.

You stood like a dummy in the middle of the parking lot, waiting for him to bring the bags to the car. And the phone was ringing.

What is this noise? you thought. Then your hand slipped into your pocket, and your heart got confused as to whether to sink or to leap. Your brain got squeezed inside your skull. Rage, and relief, and worry filled you. You knew so many things at the same time. Suddenly you knew you missed home like crazy. You missed leaving the house and seeing dumb people around. You missed not being a spoiled brat living in the houses that didn’t belong to you. Missed the traffic on the streets, and you missed animals and birds. In this world, there weren’t so much as spiders, crawling around and creeping you out. Not a mosquito, not a lousy worm. No sharks in the ocean, no swallows in the skies.

Also, you knew you’d kick Damon’s ass so hard he’s going to choke on his own kidneys. You recalled the moment you threw yourself in front of Kai, so full of yourself, and announced,

you wanna send him away again, you gotta send me with him

and Damon looked at you with his ever exhausted silver eyes of a jaded cat, and said,

okay.

And sent you, the person he used to call a friend, into the prison world.

Also, you knew, somehow, that Kai will be unhappy about this. Many times that he asked you ‘you like it here, right?’ you felt he was now clinging on the very place he used to be horrified of. It was way more than your own ego, so you barely thought that it was you that changed his perception. You were secretly scared his mind will start telling him this condition of things is normal. That only two people in the world is normal. And he won’t want to leave once the chance comes. That all his once we get outs is just him playing along with you, while he knows, in the back of his mind, that you’re never getting out, and he doesn’t care if it drives you crazy.

You answered the phone and didn’t say anything. Damon was silent, too, for a second.

“Well”, he said finally, “how you lovin’ it?”

You found his cockiness inappropriate. Not like he has locked you in a closet with a bully and came round in fourteen minutes to check on you.

“What is it? Are you here?” you asked, you throat dry.

Kai left the supermarket and was about a hundred steps away. It was going to rain in half an hour.

“Yes, we decided to pick you up, so to say”, he replied shortly.

“You decided I have learnt my lesson? Decided I was now good to go home, that’s what you decided?” you asked, your voice bubbling inside your throat like a pillar of boiling air.

“Give it to me...” Elena’s voice was closing, and your lungs trembled. You have missed them all. Even the Salvatore douche. God how you missed others. You could see Kai slowed down. He had very good eyes, and he saw you were holding your hand to your ear. He was fifty steps away.

“Y/N, where are you? We came to get you back home. Listen, we never meant to...”

“Ask her about Parker”.

“Are you alright? Are you with him?”

“We’re not taking him with us!”

Your voice quivered.

“I’m fine”.

It came out less bitter than you meant; like you were about to cry, while in reality you were bursting with rage.

“Is he keeping you there? Or has he left you there alone?”

“What do you mean?”

The audacity of them. Left you alone. They’re the only ones who throw their friends into magical prison worlds, for nothing.

“Well, he has stolen the ascendant. We had to build a new one”.

“What are you talking about? Kai doesn’t have the ascendant”.

There was silence. Through the flapping hot hawaiian air, you could see Kai with the paper bags walking towards you.

“Yes, he does”, Elena chuckled sadly. “We thought he’d be out by now”.

“We only found one useless spell, Elena”, you growled, “how are we supposed to get out without Bonnie’s blood?”

“Oh my god”, you heard Damon mutter. The palm trees started swaying in front of you. You knew now yet another thing. You were just afraid to think it.

“Bonnie conjured that one without blood. We didn’t have much time, Y/N. It was just the spell, and the ascendant. You’re saying he found it? Why hasn’t he got out then?”

All your guts sank down there together with your mind. At the same time, there was nothing to be shocked about. The signs were all there. You never even showed interest enough for him to share about the ritual of traveling between the worlds.

“That fucking liar was keeping me here”.

“Y/N, where are you?” Elena was almost yelling now.

“Tell her to go back”.

“Is he abusing you?”

Your face got distorted with anger and bitterness at the same time; you could feel you’re grimacing at him, as the musles in your face and neck went tense.

A gust of wind slapped you in the face, and the phone slipped out of your hand. The invisible pull was so sudden you were grabbed, too, and nearly fell on your face, as the clutch pulled on your hand a little.

“Kai!”

The phone shot through the air, right into his hand, and fifteen steps away, you could see he was furious already. The temper of this guy.

He hopped through the air. Your head was ringing with the echoes of their voices.

Kai couldn’t wait to walk another couple of meters, so he just leaped to you using magic. Perhaps he also did it to startle you more; as he reemerged next to you, his hand laid on your throat, and not the usual possessive sensual way, but ‘i’m about to squeeze the life out of you’ way this time. Your head bumped on the side of the car. The only reason he didn’t smash the phone on the ground was probaby the amount of fantastic pics it held.

“What did he say?” Kai growled.

If you could talk, or breathe, you���d say he’s a dick. You fought him, the anger giving you strength, your fists hitting him into the chest and stomach.

“Is he coming for you?”

Kai was screaming, and you have never seen him like that. For a moment there it felt like the old Parker, the miserable, uncontrollable, lightning throwing witch was back in his skin again, and you couldn’t take it to fix him all over again.

Your hands grabbed on his forearm as you kicked him in the shin as hard as you could. Kai yelled, letting you go, and you could finally breathe.

“Dick”, you scolded, “you dick”.

Your voice was hoarse. He didn’t hear you. Kai was suddenly full of demonic fear and fury, and the noise; he barely felt pain which let go of him in a second.

“You’ve been lying to me?!”

“You’re not going anywhere”, he said, his voice quivering with how much he contained inside. All the acid lava sleeping in the depths of his being, frozen by the comfort of not being disturbed, like he was locked away in a mental institution, now rose again and illuminated his skin from the inside.

“You’re lying to me!”

Too bad you lost it, too. Kai might have become a little like you; but you have become a little like him, too.

“You said there was no way out! While you had the ascendant all along? From day one!”

“You said you liked it here!”

You charged at him, your fist up, and he blocked it easily, hitting you in the stomach.

So, he beats girls, too!

He was never good at seeing the kick coming. God knows why, if you wanted to defeat Kai Parker, you just kicked him with one of your legs. He never sees it coming. The fight exhausted both of you as you screamed atrocities at each other. You knew you were just letting the frustration out; that kind that floods over you when you realize you’ve been wasting months in the prison world while you had all the means of getting out that whole time.

Kai, however, was fueled by something more sinister than that.

You never really meant to hurt him. Just punch him in the teeth for being a proper dick. He knew he was doing wrong, otherwise he wouldn’t be asking this ‘you like it here, right?’ like a broken record all the time.

And like a fool, you always replied, yes, because it was truth.

He now believed you’ve been lying to him, too, like a scared cat that was suddenly brought in at the vet clinic and the doctor was clicking the long metal scissors in front of him. He felt betrayed. He thought you’re dreaming of getting out and see your friends again.

“I am not enough for you! You have the whole world! And me! So what, you meant something else when you said that I am everything you need?” he yelled. Almost at the top of his lungs. The clouds were meanwhile gathering above Manoa, to release the rain in ten minutes.

“I meant it!”

“Then why do you need to leave?!”

“Not me - us!”

“We are not going anywhere! You’re staying here, with me!”

“No, you listen to me, Parker, we’re going back there, together, just like we arrived here! This”, you pointed your finger at the wretched sky where even the rain was on schedule, “is not real”.

As soon as those words left your mouth, you knew he’d misinterpret them.

His mouth moved like he was about to tear down his own face and bit yours off with the bloodied teeth of a skeleton. You could feel your lower lip swell. Blood was dripping down your chin because of how hard you fell on your face after he threw you away with his witchy move. You were about to break his jaw completely, and it was his own doing. If he hadn’t wanted you to become a fighter, he shouldn’t have taught you.

Your right fist was shaking with pain. It felt like you shattered your knuckles completely beating on his stupid head. Nothing in the world could set it right.

“What did you say?”

You felt mortally tired. It felt like when you stood on the edge of the Canyon, like when you were about to fall.

“Kai, this world is fiction. We need to go back out there...”

“It doesn’t work out there!”

“It will”.

He panted. He spat the blood on the ground, and you felt like you wanted to stop fighting and start making out.

The paper bags were scattered all around the car, one lonely banana forgotten under the blazing sun.

“I will fucking kill you for lying to me”, you sighed.

“I thought you loved me”, Kai responded, his voice dead, and your heart shuddered.

“I fucking do!” you roared.

“Then why do you...”

and that, all over again.

[lyssismagical]

Say That I’m a Rainbow

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Day Two of Whumptober: Explosion 

Peter puts his head down on the cold wood of his school desk, taking a deep breath. This is something he’s kept a secret for far too long and it’s starting to take its toll on Peter’s wellbeing.

Tony doesn’t know Peter’s bisexual.

And sure, Peter’s dealt with this being a secret for far too long, and Tony’s not the type of person to assume someone’s sexuality, but Peter had panicked a few months ago and told Tony he was straight. It was stupid, Peter was just more terrified than he’d like to admit.

He tried to push down all his emotions and he tried to pretend that he wasn’t bothered by the hetero-teasing he was getting. Yeah, MJ’s really pretty, she’s sweet and pretty, and Tony teases him about his friendship with MJ, but he almost wants to get teased about being friends with Harley who’s also pretty.

He’s not in the position to be in a relationship right now with his insanely busy schedule and the fact that he nearly dies on the daily, he wouldn’t want to put anyone through that kind of stress, but he wants to be able to talk about girls and boys with somebody.

Sure, he’s got May, who’s great. She’s always been one hundred percent supportive of Peter’s sexuality, even when Peter talked about a famous couple for a week nonstop, both of them being just so pretty. She’s so supportive, but sometimes Peter wants to talk to the closest thing he’s got to a father-figure about how big Thor’s muscles are or how gracefully Natasha moves when she fights without it being a big deal.

“You know there’s a really easy solution to this,” MJ says, barely even looking up from her book. “You could just, you know, tell him.”

“What if he flips out? What if he takes my suit? What if-”

“Chill out. He’s going to take it well. He might be a little confused as to why you told him you were straight. Which, I’m still confused about, but I’m just saying, just tell him you’re bi like in Brooklyn Nine-Nine.”

“You remember how well that went for her,” Peter says, rolling his eyes. “This is a big deal!”

MJ sighs, finally setting her book down on the table. “I know it is, Peter. I’ve been dealing with ignorant assholes for as long as I can remember. I get it. It’s hard. But Tony is a good person, he’ll understand. Plus, doesn’t he swoon over Captain America like all the time.”

Peter just groans in response, putting his head back on the table a little harder than necessary. He knows there’s like a 98% chance that Tony will be totally okay with this, but it’s that little uncertain two percent that he thinks will ruin his entire life. Tony holds too much power over him, like his suit and his Lab Nights and the Avengers and the possibility of their relationship blossoming into something closer to father-son.

Though, Peter’s more than aware that they’ll never be able to be a father-son relationship until Peter stars unravelling the lies he’s told.

Starting with how he told Tony he was straight.

“I can’t believe you brought up Captain America during my sexuality crisis. I can’t handle anymore emotions right now,” Peter grumbles angrily.

“It’s not a sexuality crisis,” Ned says, dropping his tray of food onto the table across from Peter. “You already know your sexuality.”

“That doesn’t help! She brought up Captain America while I was having a crisis. That turns anything into a sexuality crisis!”

“You’re hopeless,” MJ says.

“Trust me, I know.”

*

Peter chickens out again at his Lab Night and over the next weekend and for the rest of the month, constantly opening his mouth but the words never form.

It all comes to a halt one day. An Avengers Mission.

The explosion knocks Peter off his feet, sending him flying backwards into the wall and to the floor, head smacking against the floor with a white flash of pain and then everything crumbles down around him.

*

He wakes up before he really remembers he was asleep in the first place. He thinks the dust around him is snow for a moment, brought back to a time when Ben took him up to Canada over Winter Break and they had so much fun in the snow. Reality comes crashing in when he realizes where he is.

“Peter?” he hears his name being called somewhere to his left. He turns his head slowly, feeling blood sticking to the side of his face. He squints through the settling dust and dirt, to find Tony not too far away from him.

“Wha’-” he tries, but his tongue is dry and useless, and his head is pounding.

“Bomb, I think. Rogers is on his way,” Tony informs. “We’ll just be down here for an hour at most. That looks nasty though.”

Peter looks down to try to find what Tony’s referring to, blood clinging to his jaw and sticking his curls to the side of his face. His arm is bent at an unnatural angle and there’s blood making the suit an even darker red.

“Shit,” he mutters, slowly lowering himself back to the ground as the tight space swims. He wishes those cartoons where real where if he hit his head, birds would fly in a little circle, but instead, the blood continues to drip and there’s no pretty blue birds to accompany the dizziness.

Tony’s suddenly at his side, cradling his limp body into the superhero’s suitless chest. The Iron Man suit is across the room, holding up the crumbling remains of the warehouse.

“You’re okay, kiddo, just a little banged up,” Tony says. Peter ignores the words and tries to focus on Tony’s worried brown eyes.

“’m I gonna die?” Peter slurs, blinking slowly up at the man. His man, he remembers. His… He doesn’t know who Tony is to him. “’cause if I do, I wanna… I wanna say s’mething.”

Tony sighs harshly through his nose. His mouth moves as he says something, but Peter’s ringing ears won’t pick it up, so he says it anyways.

“’m bisexual,” he says. He figures it’s probably not the best time, but he doesn’t want to die while Tony still thinks he’s straight. “No more lies.”

Tony says something again and Peter hates that he doesn’t know whether it’s negative or positive, but the soft calloused hands against his hair tell him it must be a positive reaction. His hair is gross and stick, he wants to tell Tony, but his mouth won’t cooperate anymore, limp and clumsy.

He vaguely remembers Tony’s hand, a constant pressure against the side of his head. There’s a flash of blue that he thinks might be Captain America and a blur of red that he assumes is Natasha. His body is moved and shaken, but he focuses on the steadying hand in his hair to make sure he doesn’t drift off. Something about sleep being bad for head wounds, he thinks. He’s not too sure if this counts as conscious, but he knows he’s not fully asleep, so he hangs on anyway.

In a weird sort of drifty-state, he focuses on Tony’s hand and the occasional pokes and prods from Doctor Banner, he assumes, and the hand that tucks into his at some point. He hopes it’s Captain America, but he doubts Tony would let Captain America hold his hand.

“You ‘kay?” he finds himself asking when he feels like maybe he’ll finally get to hear the response.

“Me?” Tony says and Peter’s just glad he can hear the exasperated response. “You’re the one lying in the hospital bed, you absolute dumbass. I cannot believe-”

“No,” Peter whines, blurrily squinting up at Tony. “’m bi.”

Tony sighs. “It’s in total Parker fashion that you decided to come out to me while you were on the brink of dying. That seemed very you, over-the-top and dramatic. Wouldn’t have it any other way, would you? Couldn’t spare me the heart attack?”

At Peter’s unimpressed expression, Tony continues, “Yes, I’m cool with your sexuality, kid. That shouldn’t have ever been doubted. Throughout my playboy phase, I slept with whoever would cross my path as long as they said yes. I know it’s not the same, but I wouldn’t have a negative reaction to anything like that. I want you to feel comfortable talking to me about that sort of thing.”

Peter leans forwards, whispering as best as he can, he’s pretty he’s drugged up on his heavy painkillers, otherwise he’d have never said it out loud, but he still whispers, “Captain ‘merica and Miss Black Widow and Thor and everyone… They’re very pretty.”

Tony laughs loudly, pushing Peter back down onto the hospital bed, rolling his eyes overdramatically.

“Oh my god, kid. You’re going to be the death of me,” he jokes.

“I get ‘o watch ‘em train and their muscles, Mister Stark,” Peter continues dreamily. His silly celebrity crushes are on people he now gets to see on the daily. Tony can’t even begin to imagine how awkward that must’ve been the first time Peter talked to them. “They’re all just so pretty, it’s to’ally unfair.”

Tony nods along, rolling his eyes even more dramatically.

Peter gasps, “Have you seen girls? They’re so pretty, Mister Stark.”

“Counterpoint, boys are also very pretty as you’ve been pointing out.”

Peter groans dramatically, flopping back into the pillows. “You’re so right. How am I ever going to survive high school?”

“Get some sleep, Spider-Baby.”

“Sbider-Baby!” Peter exclaims, giggling. “Bider-Man!”

“Oh my god, if you continue, I’ll add sedatives to your IV’s.”

Peter falls quiet and Tony almost thinks he’s fallen asleep. Almost.

And then,

“Bambi.”

[namjoon-koya]

You better run.

(OKAY SO IM GOING TO USE PETER but in this one he’s 23 and no longer in high school:) Kay?)

Warning ⚠️: somewhat NSFW, alcohol use.

* Y/N Stark famous daughter of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts also the granddaughter of Maria Stark and Howard Stark.

* This was your first time attending one of your dad’s parties since he never let you back then.

* With convincing he let you come along, you wore a beautiful red dress that had a slit in the mid rise of your legs, you wore black high heels with golden earrings and a ring that Tony got you for your birthday.

* “You look beautiful.. like always.” You rolled your eyes “thanks dad but isn’t that a bit cheesy?” He only laughed “your mom got married to this old man right?”

* You laughed following him, he greeted everyone suddenly a certain man caught your eye.

* Peter Parker man was he grown you knew the kid since high school so seeing him grown up only made you more attracted to him.

* You slipped from Tony’s side making your way over to him swaying your hips a bit, once he noticed you his cheeks became a maroon tinted color.

* “Y-Y/N.. y-you look amazing..” you smiled “as do you Parker.” You ordered a shot sipping it down with one gulp.

* You innocently licked your lips.

* you saw Peter drink down a shot as well.

* You kept staring at his lips, every little thing about him was attractive his lips, his eyes, his hair everything.

* “Staring a bit too much Y/N..” he mumbled you cleared your throat.

* “What are you thinking about Stark?” You could see a small smirk creep on his lip.

* You leaned against him whispering in his ear.

* “Was just thinking about how much a great kisser you might be.. an I want to figure that out..”

* He didn’t need to ask you twice, his lips just crashed into yours.

* You could taste the alcohol on his tongue and it only made you feel more hotter.

* You slightly bite his lower lip, a small quiet moan escapes his lip as you do so.

* “Steve! Have you seen Y/N?” Tony asked as he kept twirling around to look for you.

* He saw Steve’s face flushing a deep red color “Steve? Are you drunk?”

* Bucky gently tapped his shoulder “I-I think you should look over there Tony.”

* Once he glanced in the direction where Bucky was pointing to he felt his jaw drop literally.

* “PETER!!!!” Everyone turned their attention to Tony.

* You stopped kissing Peter “oh shit.. I think you better run..”

* Peter looked back and saw why “ILL TEXT YOU LATER BYE!” He sprinted out the door.

* “YOU WILL NOT TEXT MY DAUGHTER YOU HEA- PETER!”

[the-daily-multi-fandom-post]

Love hate

Summary: Kai parker one of the so called villains of Mystic falls. Kai knew everyone in the Mystic falls gang, he even fell in love with one of them. Y/n Salvatore, Damon Salvatores little sister and Stefans older sister. Y/n is the middle child. She was 21 when she turned. Her brother Stefan was 18 and her older brother Damon was 25. Kai loves Y/n, so much that he is always asking Damon and Stefan about her, or anyone who has contact with Y/n. What happens when Kai learns that the feelings aren't one sided?

“Y/n! Wake up!” Stefan said as he banged on her door. She groaned as she turned over, throwing her pillow over her head. “Y/n Salvatore, get up!!” Stefan yelled as he knocked on her door again. “Go away.” She mumbled knowing he would hear her. “Your boyfriends downstairs.” Stefan teased making her blush. “He is not my boyfriend.” She mumbled from under her pillow. “Now go away.” Y/n said as she pushed the pillow on her head. Stefan groaned as he opened the door. He walked into her room and sighed. Y/n was covered in her Black and gray colored bed sheets and cover, completely comfortable. She was warm and sleepy still, not planning waking up for hours. Chuckling Stefan grabbed the end of the covers and jerked them off of her. “Your lucky I sleep with clothes on.” Y/n said as she took the pillow from her head and looked at her little brother. “Yes, I am.” Stefan said with a smile. “To bad for me it would have been a sight to see.” Kai said as he walked into the room and jumped into her bed. Y/n turned her head and looked at the siphoner.

 “ Hi.” Kai said looking at Y/n. “Hi, Kai. Bye kai.” Y/n said as she pushed him out of her bed, making him fall into the floor. “Kai get out of my little sisters room.” Damon said as he walked in. “Well why would he do that, clearly it seems like the party is in here.” Y/n said voice full of sarcasm. “Good morning, sweetheart.” Damon said as he tossed her a bag of o negative. “This is why you are my favorite.” Y/n said as she popped the cap of and started drinking the blood. Moaning at the taste she looked at the three who were watching her. “Why are yall watching me? Get out!” Y/n said as she threw the pillow at Stefan who was standing closest to her. “We came up here to talk to you.” Stefan said as he threw the pillow back at her. “Can we talk, after I've gotten a shower and got dressed?” Y/n asked as she began to drink the blood. “I guess.” Damon said as he started out the door. “Go downstairs when your done.” Stefan said as he looked at Y/n. She nodded and handed him the now empty blood bag. “There is no more, so you shouldn't be tempted.” Y/n teased. “Can I join you?” Kai asked giving her his famous smirk. “In your dreams, Malachai.” She said with a smile as she threw a pillow at him and Vamp sped to her personal bathroom, locking the door behind her. “So hot.” Kai mumbled. “I heard you!” Y/n yelled from the bathroom, making kai chuckle. 

“what are you doing?” Y/n asked as she watched Kai look at her journal. “Reading your diary, cant find anything juicy.” He complained not even looking up from the leather back journal. “Well that's because you are looking at a newer one, try the ones from the 80′s or 90′s.” Y/n said as she jerked the book out of his hands. “So you are allowing me to read them?” he asked as he checked her out. She wasn't wearing anything, just wrapped in a towel. Her (y/c/h)  hair down and still wet. “No, just get out so I can get dressed.” she complained as she put the journal back onto her wooden table that sat next to the window. “But you just said that try the ones from the 80′s or 90′s.” Kai said not taking his eyes off the towel. Y/n rolled her eyes and walked to him. She grabbed him by both sides of his face. His blue eyes met her (Y/e/c) eyes.  “get out of my room.” she compelled. He looked like at her and nodded, than walked out of her room, shutting the door behind him. She sighed as she vamp sped to the door locking it. 

Y/n got dressed in a Metallica black tank top, black skinny jeans, her black boots and braided her hair back. She put on a little bit of mascara, eyeliner and cherry Chapstick. She walked out of her room and vamp sped down the stairs to the parlor. “The party has arrived.” Y/n smiled as she walked into the room. She looked up and saw Everyone there. (Caroline, Elena, matt, Jeremy, Stefan, Damon and kai). “What's everyone doing here?” Y/n asked as she looked at everyone confused. “We are getting Bonnie back.” Elena said with a smile. “oh the Bennett witch, cool.” Y/n said as she laid down on the sofa, putting her legs on Kais lap and her head on Damons lap.

“Show some emotions y/n, we all know you got them.” Matt said looking at Y/n annoyed. “Well after a witch tries to kill you a couple times, you get annoyed.” Y/n said looking at Matt. “Listen Y/n, I know you care for Bonnie, hell you promised Emily you would take care of her kids. Just hold onto your promise and help us get bonnie home.” Elena said as she stepped forwards to look at Y/n. “Y/n doesn't Care about Bonnie. How could she? The last I heard when you cared about someone you didn't try to kill the people they care about.” Matt said looking at Elena then to Y/n. Y/n got angry hearing this, so she sat up from her brother and Kais laps and stood up. She walked forwards towards Matt and smiled looking at him. “Listen Matty Blue, I would Shut your pie hole, before your vocal cords somehow ended up on the floor.” Y/n threated with her vampire face fully on show. Matt cowered back making her chuckle. “That's what I thought.” She said as she turned to look at Elena. “What can I do for you?” Y/n asked looking at Elena. “That was so hot.” kai whispered to Damon. Damon looked over to kai, giving him a angered look. “its my sister you perv.” Damon said, making Y/n smile.

“So how is she going to help?” Alaric asked. “She has a connection with the bennet witch Emily, that's Bonnies ancestor.” Stefan thought out loud  not looking up at anyone. “How does she have connection with Emily?” Caroline asked, shocking Y/n that she has been this quiet, when she is normally the loudest one. “Emily found out that when my mother had Y/n that she wasn't my fathers child. She was part witch, but nobody knew who the man was. Before anyone had asked my mother died.” Stefan said looking at the ground lost in memory. Y/n sighed as she hated the thought of her pasted. “So you are part witch?” Jeremy asked looking at Y/n. “yes, but Emily made sure when I had turned I could keep my magic. She got in some trouble with the other ancestors, but I made a deal with them that I've kept for over a century.” Y/n said looking at the youngest Gilbert. “Well why didn't you help Bonnie out of the Prison world when Damon and Kai got out?” Alaric asked looking at Y/n. “Because the ancestors but her there for her to learn.” Y/n said looking at Alaric. “Learn what?” Caroline asked. “She had to learn to live without her powers.” Stefan mumbled right before he sat up. “Doesn't matter, what matters is we get bonnie out.” Damon said as he looked to his sister then to kai, who had been staring at Y/n the whole time. “Lets get started.” Kai said looking at Y/n with a smile. 

“All we need to do is make sure Bonnie has the ascendant fixed and ready for when the eclipse happens, you just have to get me there on time.”  Y/n said looking at Kai. “I already know Baby.” he said making Y/n slightly blush. “Did he just make her blush?” Caroline whispered to Stefan. Stefan nodded slightly as he watched Kai take Y/ns hands into his own. “Your hands are really soft.” kai said as he took her hands. “Thanks I guess, lets just get me to Bonnie.” Y/n said as she laced her fingers with Kais, making him smile. “You know the words?”  Kai asked looking at Y/n. She nodded as she started to whisper words in Latin. Kai joined her until they were chanting loudly. a bright line shone over Y/n making everyone else squint, until it was gone, along with Y/n. 

Y/n looked around and saw she was at her house. But the 1993 version of it. “Bonnie!” Y/n yelled as she looked for the Bennett witch. “Bon-bon!” Y/n yelled as she ran around looking. “Bonnie?” Y/n questioned as she heard the rumbling of a car in the garage. She ran to the garage and opened the door. It was full if diesel fumes from the car. “Bonnie!” Y/n yelled as she saw Bonnie on the verge of passing out. Y/n cut the Camaro off and picked Bonnie up into her arms and carried her into he boarding house. 

“Y/n?” Bonnie questioned as she opened her eyes to look at the middle child of the Salvatore siblings. “yeah, bon its be hold on for a second and I’ll make you better.” Y/n said as she laid bonnie onto the sofa. “How did you get here?” Bonnie asked as she looked at Y/n, confused. “Magic.” Y/n said as she bit into her wrist and held it up to Bonnie. Bonnie took her wrist into her mouth and fed on her blood. “Now make sure you don't die in the next 24 hours.” Y/n teased making Bonnie smile. “That's the Y/n Salvatore I remember.” Bonnie said with a smile. “Where is the ascendant?” Y/n asked looking at Bonnie. “It broke, when Kai and Damon left.” Bonnie said looking a little upset. “its alright I can fix it as long as you can tell me where you have it at.” Y/n said as she squatted down to Bonnies level. “Kitchen table, it has all the parts I think. I just couldn't put it together.” Bonnie said with a frown. “Are you really Bonnie Bennett?” Y/n asked with a smile, looking at Bonnie. “Because the Bonnie Bennett I know, that I promised to her ancestor I would protect would not be so down. She would be smacking me for leaving her for so long. The Bonnie Bennett I know would not be happy to see me, cause she hates me.” Y/n rambled as she looked at Bonnie. “You think I hate you?” Bonnie asked looking at Y/n confused. “kind of Yea.” Y/n said not meeting eyes with Bonnie. “Y/n, we might not have gotten off on the right foot, but I don't hate you. You have sacrificed so much for me. I learned that while I was here. I had enough time to think about my life. I now have noticed that you have sacrificed so much for me. You have taken care of me since I was a kid. You took care of my grams when she was a kid, the line goes on and on. You have saved me so many times when I was younger, You saved me from Klaus and from Kathrine. Y/n if it wasn't for you I probably would be dead right now. You even taught me how to practice magic safely.” Bonnie said with a smile on her face. Y/n smiled at Bonnie until she remembered why she was there. “Alright I love this touchy moment, but if we want to make it home today we are going to have to get to work.” Y/n said as she took Bonnies hand in hers giving it a squeeze. Bonnie smiled back as she stood up. “Lets get started.” Bonnie said with a smile, as they walked into the kitchen to fix the ascendant. 

“Alright its fixed, all we have to do now is go to the cave where the eclipse is going to be at.” Y/n said looking at the ascendant then to Bonnie. Bonnie nodded and followed Y/n to the Camaro. Y/n got into the drivers seat, bonnie in the passengers. Once they were in Y/n speeded down the highway to the cave.                        Once they got there they were just in time. The eclipse was just starting. Y/n told bonnie the words to say as bonnie cut her hand and put it in the middle of the ascendant. As bonnie said the words and put the blood into the center of the ascendant it clicked four times. Bonnie looked up at Y/n and smiled. She continued to chant with a smile on her face until she felt blood drip out of her nose. “No, No, no.” Bonnie said as she whipped the blood from her nose. “its okay bonnie you got this.” Y/n said as she touched Bonnies hand. Bonnie nodded and started Chanting again, but this time Y/n put her hands under Bonnies and started to chant with her. The ascendant clicked the three more times, then a blinding bright light shined above Y/n and Bonnie, making them squint. Y/n finished the chant with bonnie as they disappeared out of the cave. 

Y/n had a busting headache. The only thing she remembers is helping Bonnie with the chant, then a bright light. She opened her eyes and looked straight. She was cuddled up into someones chest. She didn't know whos but she found herself comfortable in whoever’s arms. She felt the chest of the persons shake with a chuckle making her look up. She looked up and saw Kai. “Kai?” She questioned looking at Kai. “Y/n, your up. You had us worried.” Kai said as he moved to look at her. “How long have I been out?” She asked. “About a day, You had a lot of energy taken out of you.” Kai said looking at Y/n. “Oh yeah, is bonnie okay?” Y/n asked worrying more about Bonnie then herself. “yes she is okay, she only was out for an hour.” kai said looking at Y/n with a chuckle. “You had me worried.” kai said as he looked into her (Y/e/c) eyes. “I’m sorry, Kai. I didn't mean to worry you.” Y/n said looking at him with an apologetic smile. “I love you, Y/n. I know that people say I don't understand a lot of feelings, but I do know this. I love you and I cant imagine my life without you.” Kai said as he looked into her (Y/E/C) Eyes. Y/n smiled and blushed at his words. “I love you too, kai. And I’m not saying that I love you because you said it first. It’s just.. I have had a crush on you since we met, but I think about it. I could imagine my life without you either. It would be boring and not worth anything.” Y/n said making him smile. Y/n smiled as he glanced from her eyes to her lips. “can I kiss you?” he asked still looking at her lips. She shyly nodded as they leaned in. As they were about to kiss Damon walks into the room ruining the moment. “Damon! get out!” kai said making you chuckle. “Motus.” Y/n said, making Damon fly backwards, the door close and lock. “Now where were we?” Y/n asked as she leaned forwards to kiss kai. “I think I can help you remember.” Kai said with a smile as he leaned forwards, kissing her. 

[l1ana]

Dating Peter Parker while being Eddies' younger sister would include...

Dedicated to @gaynessnyoom for giving me this idea tysm bb

———

You had moved in with Eddie, claiming that you needed a place to crash at for some time

Which was odd since you were in college

Whatever, Eddie loved you with his entire being. Obviously, he let you in without hesitation

To be quite frank, he was getting tired of being alone accompanied with a blood hungy parasite every day

You staying at his place clearly made days much more brighter

You both loved exchanging stories about one another during your time apart and laughed it up

When Venom came into the picture, things didn't really change much besides you and him having constant arguments on which sort of sweets were better

Venom made an oath at the moment he saw you to protect you from whatever harm may come your way with the same amount of force that he protects Eddie with

They both loved you like a daughter — In spite of Eddie being your older brother

Your pictures of different monuments and various attractions served as good fuel for his career

Photography was your more proficient skill

One day while you were walking around the city, snapping a few pics, you saw it— Or rather, him

Spider-man, the hero of Queens

Lounging in an alleyway, sat in a hammock made of spiderwebs with a pair of headphones on

His red and blue color pallet immediately caught your eyes and you took a picture with no second thoughts

While you were fawning over catching a picture of someone so famous, the camera flash had caused the spandex-attired male to turn in your direction

Oh dear how he felt his heartbeat speed up three times than usual

Good lord you were a goddess in his eyes

He was stammering and tripping over his own words, unable to get anything out

There goes his spiderman charm

“So you're the real deal, huh?” You asked, stepping into the alleyway while looking up at him

“M-mhm, yup. In the flesh— whoa!” He stood up in his hammock but immediately lost balance, slipping and falling into the dumpster besides you. His head popped up from the pile of garbage bags

“More like in the spandex...” A gag came from your lips. “...And rotten foods.” You giggled, plucking a half-eaten banana from off his head

‘Im in love’ He thought then and there

From that point on, a beautiful relationship formed between you and Spiderman, the both of you meeting up in secluded areas of the city and exchanging joyous words every day

The time you and his geeky self -aka Peter Parker- met up was when you and Eddie paid a visit to the Bugle, in search for some juicy news to cover and report on

Peter had intentionally bumped into you in hopes to start up any sort of small talk. It was then that he found out that you wanted to dig deeper into Spidermans background and find out more about him

He promised to take you out, claiming that he had some “interesting spots that Spiderman likes to hang out at”

Of course, you took his words and set off with him

Eddie and Venom were definitely cautious of Peter

‘We should bite his head off.’ “Venom, no.” ‘What if he takes advantage of her?’ “He seems like a nice guy. Besides, [Name] can take care of herself.” ‘He's checking her out, Eddie.’ “...” ‘Exactly.’

Eddie sighed, speaking up to call your name. “Hey, uh, [Name],” You whipped your head around, grabbing Peters hand to stop him from walking off without you. “Yeah? What's up?” Eddie sighed again, probably anticipating you to feel offense to what he said: “I know that you're, uh, grown and all but... Y'know, be safe out there. Don't wander into the unknown, kay?” But instead you laughed at him in the most innocent way possible. “Don't worry, don't worry. I can stand my own.” And smiled so brightly it made his worries wash away.

And just like that, you were gone

‘We should follow them’ “Can you not? I'd like to respect her privacy as a grown woman, thank you very much.”

Sightseeing new places was definetly checked off of your bucket list

Peter practically dragged you everywhere he found to be a great site for dates

Yes, he was trying to find a way to turn this into a date

And yes, he was worried on whether you'd catch on to it or not

Most of the places he went to, he was commonly known in

“Hey Peter, who's the lucky girl?”

Que the blushing nerd

“She's, uh, new in town. I'm just taking her to some places Spiderman likes to stop by to. A-also, we're just aqquantices.”

“Haha, yeah. Well try not to confuse where the line ends at, okay?”

You and him were pretty much already talked about to be a couple

It was extremely embarassing for Peter, whilst you displayed no problem with what they were saying

Soon enough, you earned a spot in the Bugle as a worker, right in the same position as Peter

“[Name]? Wh-what are you-” “Guess who found a new job?~” He swore his heartbeat could be heard from miles away

You and Peter poking fun at one another

When he first grew the balls and finally asked you on a date, your affirmation had him absolutely ecstatic

Him taking you to one of the places he told you that his alter-ego liked to hang out at, which to say was spotted at a high-up place where you could see the city sparkle beautifully

“D-dude... This is awesome...!” “Not as awesome as you.” Peter would whisper under his breath, to which you'd clocked your head round and ask him to repeat what he said. “Nothing.” He replied with a sweat

A devious grin grew on your face. “Peeeeeettteeerr~” You sang. At that moment, the brunet knew he was screwed. “You like me don't you?”

Welp

Time to jump off the building and hopefully land into another dumpster ans roll away never to be seen again

“I-I-I mean, well, I guess if you mean by having a strong sense of attraction towards you then... M-maybe I...” “Awww, you totally do~” You have him a quick peck on the lips, then ruffling his hair. “Well, I like you more so don't start thinking that I don't!” Poor boy fainted on the spot

Eddie and Venom getting a tad bit worried of you whenever you claimed you were going out late at night

‘Where is she going?’ “To mind her own business, much like you should be doing.”

Most of the time when you did do so, you'd be skipping to Peters apartment

q̶u̶i̶c̶k̶ r̶e̶m̶i̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ y̶o̶u̶ a̶n̶d̶ p̶e̶t̶e̶ a̶r̶e̶ a̶d̶u̶l̶t̶s̶, l̶i̶k̶e̶ i̶n̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ 1̶9̶s̶

Whenever Eddie heard you enter the apartment at such a late time at night, he'd just start fearing that you would walk right back out

He loved you so much and really didn't want to see you leave his life again

The concern on his face when he'd found out you brought your own appartment room had mortified you

“You're honestly... Gonna go?”

“Oh chill out Ed. I'm just down the street, okay? Nothing bad is gonna happen to your little sister so quit whining.” You'd reassure with a light kiss on his forehead. “You too, Venom. I know you're worried about me and as flattering as that is I'd appreciate it if you saw me capable to take care of myself, thanks.”

Of course, you paid visits to them every now and then just so that neither would get this feeling of loneliness again

Peter helped spruce up your apartment room with some of his own decor

“You sure this okay?” “Of course, I've always wanted a part of me inside you—” He mentally slapped himself to stop something he knew was inevitable. “I-I-I mean, like, I uh.... I...”

Quick and steamy makeout sessions to stop his stammering

Very gentle™ when having sex

Like, neither of you are virgins and are aware of what goes on during intercourse but still

Also, he made sure to put a condom on so dw

Remember kids: You can't make love without a glove

Don't be a fool, cover your tool

Don't be silly and wrap your willy-

You loved running your fingers into his hair w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶ h̶e̶ r̶e̶a̶r̶r̶a̶n̶g̶e̶d̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ i̶n̶s̶i̶d̶e̶s̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ h̶i̶s̶ d̶i̶c̶k̶ because of how soft and curly they were

Apparently he was sensitive to you tugging his hair cuz the moment you did he was melting into your body

G̶u̶e̶s̶s̶ w̶h̶o̶ f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ a̶ w̶a̶y̶ t̶o̶ t̶u̶r̶n̶ P̶e̶t̶e̶r̶ P̶a̶r̶k̶e̶r̶ i̶n̶t̶o̶ a̶ s̶u̶b̶?

Eddie would drop by your job sometimes just to check in on you, and would usually catch you in mid-talk with Peter

‘Is this the guy she's been going out late at night with?' “Can you at least try to be supportive of her decisions?” ‘You're worried for her... WE'RE worried for her.’

He always came in unnoticed and left unnoticed, much to his relief because he didn't want to seem like a stalker in your eyes

When you finally decided to let both Eddie and Venom into your house, they had devoured a quarter of your food that was meant to be for Peter for tomorrows dinner

Not like you told him that you and Peter were a thing

“We're sorry for eating all your food...” “It's okay. I understand. We all get hungry sometimes.”

Later that same night after Peter dropped by, you both setteled for pizza with a side of takeout

“So do I wanna know about the how, where and why a majority of your food is gone?”

“No,” You took a bite of your pizza “No you do not.”

Romcoms were tonights theme

“Do you think we'll ever be like those guys on TV?” “Peter, we're even better than them.”

Smothering him in smooches whenever he's feeling down

Lots of snuggles

Always coming through the fire escape part of his apartment and greeting him from there

Too bad big brother Venom and Eddie were stalking you

“When were you going to tell us about your male companion?” A familiar voice asked as you unlocked your apartment door and walked in, the lights clicking on

Oh fuck

Okay I've reached the limit, time to make a part 2

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How would you have written Bonkai if you had the chance ?

ooh boy. 

1. when they are left alone in the prison world from 6.06 forward, prolong the cat and mouse games for more episodes, make them bond over their conflicted relationship with magic. yes, magic. one thing bonnie has NEVER gotten throughout the series is a fellow warlock/witch who has been short-shifted by magic. luka was a blip, lucy was almost nonexistent and grams died too soon. bonnie’s experience with magic has been unfair. it has almost always consisted of pain and sacrifice, with little to no satisfaction. kai parker knows all about this. he can understand it all too well. he knows magic fucks you up, especially when you have too much or too little of it.  

2. don’t actually redeem him. don’t make bonnie feel too sorry about him. make it so that what she appreciates about kai is his absolute confidence in who he is. if damon is constantly oscillating between hero and villain, kai parker knows exactly who he is, what his limitations are, what his strengths. he even says it on the show to damon. he knows he’s a bad person and he knows why he is the way he is. “to thine own self be true” - polonius’ famous words are his motto. bonnie bennett is drawn to this kind of authenticity. 

3. kai still stabs her to get out of the prison world, but he also takes her with him. 

4. he keeps her in a secret location and nurses her back to health, all the while making her friends and family believe she’s still stuck in the prison world

5. damon and elena take the bait and negotiate with kai to give them access to the prison world. he plays hard to get, but eventually he agrees to “help”. damon, elena and jeremy go to the prison world to “save” bonnie and that’s when kai traps all three of them in there. this is how kai takes his revenge on damon.

4. in the real world, bonnie is extremely pissed off when she finds out. kai re-sealed the prison world so only his willing blood can open it. which means she can’t just steal some of his blood. she must persuade him to release her friends. but he won’t, because if he does, lily salvatore and her brood also come out and wreak havoc on the world. so, catch 22. 

5. now bonnie has to figure out a way to fight both lily and kai. except kai has already sort of wormed his way under her skin. he flirts with her constantly and pushes all her buttons. he even jokes that maybe if she kisses him, he might consider helping her save the world. u know, the way he did with the “hand on my chest” bit. so they keep having these cat and mouse games. 

6. eventually, bonnie pulls a kai move. she is the one who tricks kai into merging with his brother, so that luke’s good influence works on kai (luke agrees to sacrifice himself for liv’s sake)

7. with heightened emotions, kai’s obsession/affection for bonnie only grows and she takes advantage of it but she catches feelings too. (cue a steamy/angsty almost sex scene). they finally make a deal. if he opens the prison world, helps save her friends and fights with bonnie against lily, she will leave with him at the end. she will leave all her friends and family behind and drive with him into the sunset to form their own coven. 

8. of course, all sorts of double-crosses happen. bonnie betrays him. kai betrays her. they break the deal. lily is released on the world but damon and elena are safe. jeremy dies. and the very last scene of 6x22? kai parker is driving alone on a country road looking morose. it seems he has to go at it by himself. but oh no, slow pan to the right in the last few seconds, and bonnie bennett is sitting next to him with her leather jacket and dark shades. turns out, there’s a new deal on the table. the only way to fight against lily’s coven is to build a coven of their own. so bonnie will “reluctantly” travel with him to collect witches and warlocks and bring them into the fold. kai’s face breaks into a grin. “last chance to turn back,” he tells her. bonnie looks at him and rolls her eyes. “just drive”. 

9. season 7 would be them having sex and building an army. 

10. season 8 kai dies sacrificing himself to save bonnie and she is heartbroken. she’s also pregnant with twins. duuh. not caroline. bonnie opens the school of magic. she travels the world with her daughters. skip to 10 years later, there’s a rumor that a powerful warlock called malachai has been unleashed from hell. bonnie puts her daughters in the backseat and starts driving. “mommy, where are we going?” and bonnie smiles in the rearview mirror “to find daddy and kill him”. because HA these two are cat and mouse TILL THE END. the end. 

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March 11, 2020: Columns

Just Call Mule...

                                          Harold ‘Mule’ Ferguson

 By KEN WELBORN

Record Publisher

  I first met Harold “Mule” Ferguson in the early 80’s when I began my long-time association with the Rotary Club of North Wilkesboro. 

It was years before I was actually invited to join the club, and I then worked for Thursday Magazine, predecessor to The Record, and we began printing the program for the Wilkes Agricultural Fair which the Rotary Club sponsored. Mule was a faithful Rotarian; the club’s president 1986 to 1987 and was honored as the Distinguished Rotarian of the Year, 95-96.  He tirelessly worked to raise money for Rotary to fund community projects of all kinds, even organizing the very successful Balloons over the Blue Ridge hot-air balloon rally for several years.

Mule and his wife, Debbie, continued to support Rotary and its projects long after his active membership had ended.

  By the time I got to know him, he had retired from Lowe's and was running full-out on his new job, enjoying life. Mule and Debbie have been just about anywhere that is worth going to, and seen about everything worth seeing.  And if you were lucky enough to see one of his travelogs, it was a treat like no other.

Mule loved to fly.

I cannot begin to tell how many times I would see him flying one contraption or another over the Wilkesboros. We would kid him about having a flying lawn chair and he would simply laugh and tell us that about anything could be made to fly with the right equipment. When pressed about the safety of his collection of exotic aircraft, which was sometimes called “Mule Ferguson and his Famous Flying Machines,” he would cut his eyes at you for a brief serious moment and say, “Never lose sight of somewhere to land.”

And, he never did.

As time passed, I became more and more impressed with the way he embraced change. The cameras and ancillary equipment he used in his Pumpkin Creek Video Productions business was always state of the art.  And, he was never satisfied unless he had the absolute latest, best, and most innovative equipment on the market. “It takes good equipment to turn out good work.” he would say.

But, mainly I want to remember Mule today as the good, kindhearted person he was. Some years ago I was allowed to interview some Wilkesboro citizens for Mayor Mike Inscore’s project to preserve more history of the town.  Mule was doing the editing work and called to tell me he had just finished the piece I did with Ray Stroud, and wanted me to come by. He knew how much I thought of Ray and said he just wanted me to get to see it first.

Just call Mule.

He was also a musician and singer and performed for us at The Record’s ChickenFest and at our veterans events.  He traipsed around the saw briars and chiggers of Dellaplane helping me, and The Record's editor Jerry Lankford, as we tried to locate and film the burial place of the hand, yes I said hand, of Otto Wood the Bandit, Wilkes County's most prolific and famous desperado.  This was the first of several Otto Wood  trips;  from filming famed bootlegger Thurmond Sparks down in Antioch,  to traveling to Salisbury to the site of Wood's fatal shootout with police in 1930.  And he wouldn't even let me give him gas money.

Just call Mule.

Countless times we would get a call here at The Record from someone needing help with a video transfer or some other electronic problem.  I would look up Mule's number and tell them to call. I would always tell them that, if for some strange reason he can't help you, he will know who can. One lady I sent to Mule's office in Town Hall called me back and said she felt as though she had been in the control room at NASA.

Just call Mule.

A few years ago, I got to go on a Rotary Honor Air Flight taking 130 World War II veterans to Washington D.C.  There was some kind of link to some kind of site I needed for a presentation I was working on about the flight for a meeting at the North Wilkesboro club. I was told that this particular “computer guru” was the only person who could do what I needed, and I called him.

On the day of the meeting I went by to pick up the disc and he told me what I wanted “...couldn't be done,” going on to say “...equipment to do what you want does not exist.” 

It was 2:30 and the meeting was at 6:30 that evening.  I left very agitated and called Mule on my way back to the office. “Bring it to me” he said, “I'll look at it.” 

In two hours he called me back to pick up the disc for my program which ran perfectly at the meeting.  As he refused any payment, he remarked he was glad to help his Rotary Club anytime.

Just call Mule.

The problem with this column is not what to put in, but what to leave out. 

I suppose I will end it for now with a note about the preparation for Mules memorial service and reception, which were held at St. Paul's Episcopal Church on this Saturday past.  A fella named Peter Kulsziski had been working on two video pieces—one was about Mule and his connection to the start and growth of MerleFest, and the other about Mule and Debbie.  As irony (or good karma) would have it, Peter finished them and on Monday afternoon emailed them to Mule and Debbie, and they got to see them. As many of you know, it was Monday evening when Mule became suddenly ill.

Well, on Thursday, Bill Hurd was working on the two videos to play at the reception after Mule's funeral, and was having some difficulty. He knew I had copies as well and called and asked me to forward them to him, which I gladly agreed to do. When he expressed his concerns in a technical language that may as well have been Greek to me as the saying goes, I instinctively knew I could help. 

Before I gave it a thought, I said in pure reflex, “If what I send gives you trouble, just call...

And I caught myself.

Bill knew exactly what I was going to say, and I smiled and felt just a bit less sad.

Rosie The Riveter: March is National Women’s History month

By HEATHER DEAN Record Reporter

During WWII, women were entering the workforce in unprecedented numbers, with more than 310,000 women, making up 65 percent of the total workforce, which was only 1 percent pre-war.

Almost everyone in the world is familiar with the morale boosting  poster bearing a young woman in work overalls, a red polka dot bandana, flexing her bicep with the tag line “We can do it!”

This was “Rosie the Riveter” a fictional patriotic character of the hard-working women who kept the military factories humming, giving hope of those caught in the midst of another world war, some still reeling from the last.

Oh. Did I say fictional character? Fun fact, there were several real life women, who inspired editorials, songs and several posters of Rosie.

I grew up watching PBS. It was about the only station that would come in, in the era of rabbit ears and (gasp) having to walk to the TV and turn the channel manually, in an age where there was actually something good to watch. I heard the words “Thank you to the Rosalind P. Walter Foundation” over and over.

Who was this lady, besides someone who used her privileges and wealth to make sure I had fantastic programming? Turns out, she was the first of many Rosies…

Rosalind Palmer (Roz to her friends) was born on June 25, 1924, in Brooklyn, N.Y. She went to the best schools, dreamed of attending college. But at the age of 19, like many women, she was recruited during the war effort, and served selflessly on the night shift as an assembly line worker at the Vought Aircraft Company in Stratford, Conn. A riveter on Corsair fighter planes, F4U marine gull-winged fighter airplanes, and this girl not only did her patriotic duty, she also broke records for speed on the production line, while advocating for equal pay for her female co-workers.

Enter Igor Cassini, a syndicated newspaper columnist. Roz’s story caught his attention, and Cassini wrote about her in his “Cholly Knickerbocker” column. And the rest as we say is history.

In 1942 Redd Evans and John Jacob Loeb wrote the song, "Rosie the Riveter." which was recorded by Kay Kyser and The Four Vagabonds, their inspiration was Cassini’s column.

Roz was not our ‘only’ Rosie, but she was the first. She and other women like her became sensations. Norman Rockwell drew his version of Rosie for the cover of the May 29, 1943, issue of The Saturday Evening Post.  His model was also a riveter, Mary Doyle Keefe from Vermont. Mary died in 2015. His Rosie, still in overalls, work goggles on her head, and machine oil smeared on her face from the hard and dirty work is shown eating a sandwich from her lunch pail as her riveting gun rests on her lap, the American flag waving in all its glory behind her, her foot placed firmly on the cover of Adolph Hitler’s Mein Kampf.

J. Howard Miller drew a Rosie poster for Westinghouse war factories, and is the aforementioned one that we still see today. The model for that Rosie was Naomi Parker Fraley, who was photographed working in the machine shop at the Naval Air Station in Alameda, Calif., in a red polka dot bandana. Naomi died in 2018.

Other Rosies of note were Geraldine Hoff Doyle of Michigan, who worked in a Navy machine shop as a metal presser during World War II — she died in 2010 — and Rose Will Monroe, who worked as a riveter on B-24 and B-29 planes at the Willow Run Bomber Plant near Detroit and featured in a promotional film for war bonds. Rose died in 1997.

Rosalind P. Walter sacrificed her opportunity for furthering her education in serving our country. This led to her using her inherited and married wealth to supporting public television; as the documentaries and other programs helped fill in the gaps. In total she helped produce almost 70 well known and loved shows.

The Rosie collective left a lasting impact on future generations for women, forever changing the workplace, once dominated by men. You see, the call for women to help was supposed to be temporary… they were expected to leave their jobs when men came home from war. When the men did return, seeing the selfless efforts of their women, men could no longer claim superiority over women.  

Rosalind P. Walter, the last of the Rosie’s, died last Wednesday, March 4, 2020. But even in death, Roz left women across the world a message: “March forth.”

The apple of God’s eye continues to twinkle

By AMBASSADOR EARL COX and KATHLEEN COX

Special to The Record

As a regular traveler to Israel and one who has lived among the Jewish people, although I am not Jewish, I am continually amazed at how this land and its people manage to maintain their sense of balance, direction, and joie de vivre being surrounded by enemies on every side. 

Israelis unceasingly confront crisis after crisis yet somehow their spirits remain high and their collective moral compass stays true to their love of life (all life), freedom and democracy, and their faith in God. 

Israel’s list of woes is practically unending.  Under constant attack from terrorists in Gaza in the south and Hezbollah to the north, Israel is the only civilized country in the world whose very existence is threatened on an almost daily basis by its hate-filled neighbors all around.  It is the subject of worldwide BDS (boycott, divestment and sanctions) campaigns trying to topple its economy and is unceasingly maligned by the left-leaning media and the United Nations.

Yet, in spite of the emotional stress and turmoil inflicted on this tiny nation, Israel continues to flourish.  Even during this time of worldwide panic over the Corona virus, Israel continues to cautiously host tourists.  Until the recent outbreak, restaurants and hotels were full to overflowing.  The streets were crowded with pedestrians, cyclists, and shoppers.  People gathered day and night on streets such as the famous Ben Yehuda Street and Jaffe Street not to protest or create violence, but rather to dance, sing, and celebrate life, family, friends and faith.

For almost two decades my wife and I have been pro-Israel advocates.  As a Christian broadcaster and journalist, my focus has been on telling Israel’s side of the story – truthful and fact-filled.  It’s frustrating to be constantly met with opposition from the mainstream media which is bombarding the world with misleading messages about Israel and her people and always portraying them as villains and the reason there is no peace in the Middle East.  The fact of the matter is tiny Israel is the only oasis of stability and freedom in the region. 

While being forced to live in a very tough neighborhood, somehow Israelis manage to carry on celebrating life while the Palestinians continue to carry on celebrating death by strapping explosives on the bodies of their little ones and sending them off to suffer a martyrs death.  By the way, dying as a martyr is the only way a Muslim is assured of their entrance into Islam’s heaven.  It’s the reason so many Palestinian mothers encourage their children to participate in this murderous performance.

Israel, known as “The Start-up Nation,” is constantly contributing to the betterment of mankind.  They lead the world in the advancement of science, technology, medicine and agriculture, to name only a few.  Their sense of belonging and connection miraculously allows them to rise above their circumstances creating positives where, naturally speaking, one would expect negatives. 

Israel’s existence is somewhat paradoxical.  While dancing in the streets embracing life and hoping for peace, Israelis must also be about the business of building bomb shelters.  In fact, bomb shelters are standard fare on all children’s playgrounds.  Just part of the “normal” equipment the same as swings and sliding boards.

Yes, Israel is dealing with the Corona virus just like most of the rest of the world.  Some have even attempted create fake news that Israel is responsible for the virus! While certainly not the cause, it would not surprise me one bit if Israel were to produce the solution.  Long live Israel and may it continue to be a light unto the nations.