#you know exactly why in this scenario Damon is at the other side of the revolver ahahhahahah

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FMK free-for-all edition

F(uck) - Henry Garcia, William Robathan

M(arry) - Gideon Rutherford, 

K(ill) - Damon Rutherford, Laurent St Pierre

#you know exactly why in this scenario Damon is at the other side of the revolver ahahhahahah #;; muse #;; Henry Garcia #;; William Robathan #;; Gideon Rutherford #;; Damon Rutherford #;; Laurent St Pierre #Anonymous

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Welcomed Distraction

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: Mentions of plotting murder but nothing else?

Author’s note: Welcome to fluff week! And here is how we're gonna start the week off. With a very Anti-Valentines day fic. What other way is there to start this holiday? XD I swear this is the only anti vday fic I have for this week. It is kinda Vday centered, so it's not like ya'll are missing out. Plus I needed this scenario. And I could only picture Damon for this so, here you go!

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Flires covered the halls with posters for the dance this weekend. The Bitter Ball was meant for all of those that were heartbroken could get together and express how much they hated Valentine's Day. Of course those that celebrated were going to be out on their dates, spending their time with their loved ones.

Y/N wouldn’t be going out on a fancy date. Nor would she be spending her time at the Bitter Ball. It wasn’t like she had recently experienced heartbreak that would make her want to attend the dance. She was just single.

She had tried proving several times that there was nothing wrong with it. But of course her friends had tried setting her up with someone days before, but it didn’t end up working out. And Y/N actually preferred that. Why spend the money to show off how much you love someone on one specific day.

This way she could stay home for the night. It meant she could stay in her pajamas and binge watch whatever was on Netflix that caught her interest. There was no need to get dressed up for anyone and that was how she wanted it. All that was needed was an assortment of junk food and a drink of her choice.

And it was as Y/N was getting ready to plop into her bed and begin watching a serial killer documentary when there was a knock at her door. For a brief moment, she thought of just ignoring it and climbing into bed. But the other part of her believed that if it was anyone had to come find her, it must have been important and left her room to go answer the door.

Her eyebrow raised as she took in Damon Salvatore standing on the opposite side. She could see he had obviously been dressed for the Bitter Ball. The all black outfit had given that away seeing as it was a requirement for it.

“You know, when I was told everyone was heading to the Bitter Ball, I was surprised not to see you there.” Damon said as he leaned against the doorframe.

“I’m not bitter.” Y/N said as she took a step back to allow him to enter her home. “I’m single. There’s a difference.”

“I doubt everyone that’s there isn’t exactly bitter.” He said as he walked in.

Y/N chuckled and shook her head. “Caroline is bitter.” She noted. “You on the other hand, I can't exactly figure out why you’d want to go to the anti-valentines day ball.”

It was his turn to chuckle. “A bitter heart tends to lead to nights of very entertaining activities.” A smirk pulled at his lips, causing her to roll her eyes. “I mostly went because I thought my partner in crime would be there to be miserable with me. But she wasn’t there and when I found her, she’s ready to veg out without so much as giving me an invite.”

Her eyebrow raised. “I never took you for wanting to stay in and just eat junk food while watching serial killer documentaries.”

“Not with just anyone.” He said with a shrug. “But with you, I’d do it.”

Y/N eyed him a moment. For as long as she had known the man standing in front of her, she had never just been content to just sit there and watch documentaries. After a few seconds she nodded her head. “100 says you’ll get bored and start complaining about some of the cases.”

Damon laughed and shook his head. “That’s a bet I’ll take and even win.”

“Somehow I doubt that.” She said with a shake of her head as she began making her way back towards her room with him in tow.

As they both had settled into Y/N’s bed, Damon had every intention of winning the bet. If it meant he could spend some time with Y/N, he was going to do so. At least that was until they got some details wrong about a case that he had personally had a part in and that seemed to irk him.

A smirk had pulled at Y/N’s lips as she watched him from the corner of her eye. She could see the way his face either scrunched up in disbelief at the facts that had been pouring out of the narrator. Or even the way he sat up straighter and crossed his arms over his chest. It was in complete contrast to how laidback and comfortable Y/N had been.

“Just admit it, you’re ready to complain.” Y/N said as she never took her eyes off the tv.

Damon shook his head. “Never. Just really getting into this amazing documentary with all the wrong facts.”

Y/N laughed and stuck out her hand towards him. “That was a complaint. And I’ll take my money now.”

“That was not a complaint.” He said shaking his head as he looked over at her. “That was merely an observation.”

“An observation, my ass.” She chuckled. “That was a complaint on how they have the wrong information.”

“One would say that’s an observation that they gave credit to a serial killer, when in fact it was a Vampire.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“What other observations do you have to voice?” She asked with a raised brow knowing she was about to win the bet.

“For one, they managed to say this guy had over 50 victims when, let’s be honest is more like 10 and was given credit for some that were not in fact his.” Damon continued on with every ‘observation’ he noticed during the first hour of what they’ve seen.

It was as Y/N rolled over on her stomach and propped her head on her fist, and a small smirk pulled at her lips that Damon realized he had gone into a full blown tangent on just how wrong the documentary had been. He had stopped mid sentence and took in her position and shook his head.

“Fine, you win.” He said with a roll of his eyes.

She began laughing away at his reaction and her laughter grew at seeing the slightest pout form on his lips. Damon was the one that usually won bets against a lot of people. But when it came to Y/N, she somehow won them. Even when her odds were against her.

The group used to say that was her supernatural ability. To be able to make bets go in her favor. But Y/N was as ordinary as they came. She wasn’t a relative of anyone special, she wasn’t descended from any kind of witch coven or royalty. She was as human as they came and she preferred that.

The moment the laughter died down, Damon watched her for a moment. “Want to talk about it?” He asked, keeping his attention on her.

His words hadn’t caught her off guard. She had been expecting them from the moment he had shown up at her door. But even then, her face fell and she looked away from him as she thought about it.

She may not have been bitter, but Y/N had gone through a bad heartbreak almost a year ago. One that left her broken in a way she’d never believed she would ever feel. That had been before she met the Salvatores and found out about the world she now lived in. While her friends had known about it, they always tried to get her back on the horse. But she never had been ready to do it.

“I don’t think I am.” She said with a shake of her head. “One day I’ll be able to talk about it without reliving it.” Even as she spoke of it now, she felt an emotion bubbling within her. “That time is just not right now.”

Damon laid back on the bed so that he was leveled with her. “You know I could always make him some serial killer’s next victim.”

Y/N chuckled and shook her head. “I think that would complete your previous offers of compelling, eating him and ripping his heart out.”

He smirked. “Just say the word, point me in the right direction and it’s done. No questions asked.”

“I’m surprised someone hasn’t done it already.” Knowing her friends, she was expecting it. Especially with the way everyone went behind each other’s backs from time to time to make sure they were safe.

“Oh, we’ve been tempted.” He said with a nod. “Okay, mostly me, but that’s because I'm impulsive and usually don’t care what other people say.”

“What stopped you this time?” She asked, curious. As Damon had said, he did things without thinking. And the fact that he had thought about doing so from time to time and not actually doing it had surprised Y/N.

“Because, believe it or not, while I’m impulsive and do things behind the backs of the people I care about, I don’t think I’d be able to handle your reaction afterwards.” He nodded his head. “I can handle everyone else being angry with me, or even hating me for a period of time, but I don’t think I could handle it coming from you.”

Y/n nodded her head as she took in his words. “I don’t think I could hate you, Damon. You could go out there and kill him tonight without me knowing and I still wouldn’t hate you for it. I’d probably thank you in the morning once I found out.”

“Well,” He said with a smirk pulling at his lips. “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard someone be okay with murder.”

She chuckled as she pointed towards the still playing documentary. “It would be interesting to see what details they’d get wrong when you’re the culprit.”

While she may have been only slightly joking, the whole conversation had distracted her from the hurt that she had been secretly hiding from the others. Planning out a revenge with a vampire was the last thing she had been expecting to do tonight. But the way it happened showed she was getting better.

Because creating a hypothetical murder scene with a vampire is just the next step of the healing process.

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professor x 90s!damon

Pairing: 90s damon albarn x reader

Word count: 2.521

Warnings: smut (professor x adult student)

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It had all begun last week. My english professor had asked me to stay behind after his class to discuss the ever-decreasing quality in my essays over the past few weeks. I had fallen into a rant about my personal life and family relations and everything that had been distracting me. I must’ve come off as extremely unstable (and desperate to not lose my high grade in his glass), and Damon must’ve nodded understandingly and hummed quietly about a hundred times. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened between us, but it was nearing winter so the sun had begun to set while we sat in his classroom that afternoon. It had felt inappropriate to see him in that lighting. He had looked so beautiful with the last rays of sunlight laid across his face. He’d always had a soft and deep voice but I had never before heard it speak so quietly and in such an empty room.

I had had several dreams about him ever since that long talk, some less appropriate than others. I was happy I had an excuse to look at him for hours on end, seeing as he was the professor. But I realised at the end of class that I had barely taken any notes, except all the mental ones I had made about Damon’s body and its language. How he caressed his jaw with his entire hand, how he licked his lips every other minute, how he toyed with the golden ring on his left index finger when he listened to a student answer a question, and how his eyes lit up when one of his favourite authors were brought up in discussions.

He couldn’t have been more than a couple years older than me. I knew he had just graduated from uni a year prior to taking this teaching position. He was maybe 26 or 27 years old, I speculated in my head as I was packing up my textbook and closing my untouched notebook. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts about this man’s age that he had to call on me twice before I heard him. I dropped my books on my desk and looked up through attentive eyes and a tensed jaw.

“Yes?”

“Can I have a little chat with you?”

I nodded, still frozen in my seat. The last few students exited the classroom and then we were alone again in the uncomfortable silence.

“What happened to trying harder to focus in class?” he asked in a kind voice from behind a soft smile. His head was tilted down and to the side and his eyebrows were raised. It was a playful remark. He had obviously noticed my vacant stares and how I had only ever picked up my pencil to gnaw at the end of it and then eventually put it back down.

“I don’t know,” I squeaked. It made me frustrated. I was never this modest in my dreams. But Damon was standing on the other side of my desk with his fingertips sitting on the edge of it, and I felt so small in my seat.

“Is it still your family?” he asked carefully but there was a bit of something else in his voice. I didn’t trust myself to read him correctly, as I was heavily influenced by the part of me that was already mentally undressing him. His white button up shirt with rolled up sleeves, the dark blue tie, the black trousers and the dark brown belt that hugged his hips snugly. All of it was on the floor in my head before I answered.

“Yeah..” I said quietly. It almost came out as a question. I was confused with the whole situation and didn’t know if the sexual tension was just in my head.

“Are you sure?” Damon asked tilting his head back to expose his jaw for a second or two before he turned around and headed back to his desk, letting his fingertips linger for a moment on my desk before they slipped off and left with the rest of him.

“Sir..” I began while not knowing where I was going with my sentence. Neither did I have any idea why I had just called him ‘sir’. No one called the professors ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’ at my university. Damon and I were both equally as shocked at my utterance. He turned around with two raised brows and his hands shoved in his pockets as he leaned back to sit on the edge of his desk. He couldn’t help but smile in a sort of mischievous way. I almost trusted my intuition regarding his emotions now, but after my last line I was unsure if I was ever going to let myself speak to him again.

Damon looked down and broke into a small laugh. It almost looked like he was blushing.

“Sorry,” he chuckled under his breath, flustered. His voice cracked slightly but it was equally as deep as always.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked, leaning in over my desk. I suddenly felt brave. Damon shook his head and forcefully wiped his smile off his face.

“...Nothing,” he said. He tensed his jaw and his jaw muscles were very prominent for a moment before he untensed them again. My breath became shaky and artificially deep to keep myself from fainting. I was sure my cheeks were red now as I was back to undressing him in my mind. I enjoyed the part where I imagined him slowly unbuttoning his shirt the best. I had played that scene in various different settings and scenarios many times in my head.

“Are you sure?” I repeated his own question from earlier.

A long moment of eye contact ensued. To my surprise I wasn’t the first one to look away. Damon tilted his head up again and studied the ceiling for a second, and then looked down again.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked the question back at me. It was getting a bit juvenile and ridiculous at this point, but I was still too scared to say it out loud.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Can’t tell me specifically, or can’t tell anyone?”

“You specifically.”

Everything was about as quiet as a classroom could be between our short lines. I was still leaning forward over my desk and my arms were crossed under my chest. I caught him stealing one short glance of said chest.

“Why?”

He was trying to stay professional. I was trying to stay out of the sexual gutter in my head that was toxifying our conversation and clouding my judgement.

“It’s about you.”

“Figured,” he chuckled and nodded at my, rather obvious at this point, confession. He looked down at his shoes and moved his feet awkwardly as he pondered.

“What’s the best that could happen if you tell me?” Damon asked as he turned his head up again to look at me.

I was caught off guard by his unusual question. I felt frozen in my seat but on the verge of sweating at the same time as another scene played out in my head. Damon’s hands on my wrists pinning me to the top of his desk and his hips crashing into mine at a slow controlled pace and his dirty words spilling out from his mouth to cover my body. Best case scenario.

I realised I was the one smiling mischievously now. I stopped immediately but he had already seen and studied my grin in detail. He gave one in return and narrowed his eyes.

“Go on,” he egged me on to answer his question. There was not much professionalism left in him now.

“Best case scenario…” I began and I finally moved. I sank  down in my seat a bit and nervously played with my pencil.

“We, um..”

We fuck on your desk, sir.

“We?” Damon asked. I had lost all my previous bravery and couldn’t look him in the eyes any longer.

“We...  well, you-”

“What, y/n?”

He was getting impatient now. The last thing I wanted was for him to give up on me and let the whole thing go. So, I said it.

“We-we sleep together. Like, sex. On top of your desk maybe.”

Every single muscle in my body was tensed and my gaze turned as far away from Damon’s as possible. But I heard him laugh quietly, which made me want to look up. His smile was one of the prettiest smiles I had ever seen.

“Come here then.”

Now I looked up. I didn’t just look up. I snapped my head up and straightened my posture all in one nervous swift movement.

“Sorry?” I asked.

“I figured that was the case, what with all the staring. None of the other students look at me like you do.”

He was in complete control of the situation now and wasn’t blushing like before.

“No one calls me sir either,” he joked and walked up closer to me. My lips were dry and I had to lick them several times before I could speak.

“Did you like it?” I asked quietly, shying away from his eye contact once again.

“I think you could tell I liked it.”

I mustered up all the strength I had in me to stand up. He was closer than I had imagined and his breath was tickling my face now. I licked my lips a few more times. His hand caressed my cheek and then he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. I was suddenly aware of the fact I couldn’t recall us ever having touched before. Then we did, a lot. His lips touched mine, his right hand touched the side of my neck, his chest almost touched mine, his left fingertips touched my waist, and my fingers nervously touched the sides of his torso.

He was warm and his hands felt like how his voice sounded. They slid down my side and held my waist as he backed me up towards his desk. The rational part of my brain had never thought this would ever happen, but I was indeed sitting on the edge of his desk with Damon’s hips between my legs.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you again,” he ordered.

“I want you to fuck me, sir.”

He grinned into our kiss as I called him by his new favourite nickname. I almost lost my ability to speak when he unzipped my jeans and then stuck his hand inside.

“How many times have you touched yourself thinking about me?” Damon asked in a pleased growl as he felt the outside of my wet underwear. I whimpered and grabbed a hold of his surprisingly strong biceps. He was skinny but clearly muscular under his white button-up. He began to help me wriggle out of my jeans.

“Too many times,” I admitted with a pair of blushing cheeks. Damon left a whisper in my ear and then backed a step or two away from me.

“Show me how.”

It made me nervous to look at him as he was unbuttoning his shirt, exactly like how I had imagined, as he stood and watched me rub circles around my clit. I eventually couldn’t hold myself up any longer. My back was resting on his desk and I wasn’t left alone for much longer. When I opened my eyes Damon’s face and bare shoulders was the only thing I saw. He had never looked prettier or hotter. His small stubbly hairs, the gorgeous colour in his eyes, his adorable nose and the sharp breaths that escaped it to fall on my face.

He pulled my hand out of my underwear and before he pinned it to his desk he stuck my middle and ring finger into his mouth. He sucked them clean and smiled devilishly.

“You taste lovely,” he purred and I choked on my own breath. I could’ve never imagined just how giddy it would actually make me feel to hear him talk like this.

Damon moved my pants to the side and pushed two of his fingers inside me. I could feel the cold metal of his ring in contrast to my warmth and stickiness.

“Fuck… Sir, please,” I whimpered. I wanted to see everything he was doing but it was hard to keep from screwing my eyes shut every time he curled his long fingers inside me.

“What do you want, darling?”

“Your cock. Inside me. Now. Please.”

My breaths were sharp and every single one was cut short by the next one.

“Oh, you sound so sexy when you beg.”

His voice only seemed to grow deeper and more gravelly with every moment that passed. And just like that I couldn’t think of anything other than the sensation of his cock pushing into me. He felt massive, and I realised he was indeed massive when I crunched up to look down on our bodies. He was only just halfway inside me, but with every thrust he went deeper and deeper and all I could do was moan and whimper and squirm under him.

Damon’s eyes met mine and he smirked before he clasped his hand around my throat and forced me down to lay on my back again. He accidentally smashed the back of my head quite violently against the wooden surface.

“Oh God, sorry,” he gushed under his breath and I laughed lightly. Damon leaned forward to leave a few gentle kisses on the side of my neck.

“It’s okay,” I chuckled, my heart growing soft for his affectionate side. The softness didn’t last long though, as he was soon growling and breathing heavily again.

“You feel so fucking good,” he sighed into my neck.

Damon’s hand slid up inside my top and then yanked my bra down to expose my breasts to his mouth. He began kissing harshly around my nipples and then sucked at my right one.

I clawed my nails into his sturdy back as I felt all my insides tense up and tingle with excitement.

“Damon, sir, I’m so close,” I squirmed in a small voice. I felt him smile and hum against the skin on my chest, sending amazing little vibrations throughout my body that affected me more than I could’ve ever imagined. Finally I was brought over the edge and Damon pressed his lips against mine again. I moaned into his mouth and he kept kissing me sloppily as I came down from my high and Damon’s was just around the corner.

“Fuck,” he mumbled into the kiss and then pulled away from me. He pulled out and pressed his throbbing head against my lower stomach and I watched him in awe as he spilled out over my stomach.

Damon breathed heavily and I sat up to pick his head up. I pulled my fingers through his short dirty blonde fringe and we melted into a kiss again as my hand fell to rest on the back of his neck.

“We’re definitely gonna have to do this again,” Damon sighed with a smile.

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Every The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, and Legacies Ship Ranked

53. Daroline (Damon Salvatore and Caroline Forbes)

Our first ship is our worst ship because we can't find literally anything nice to say about Daroline. Consent issues, mind-control, and death threats are not exactly the stuff of great romance, and Damon should thank his lucky stars Caroline forgave him for this abominable period when they were together.

52. Calaric (Caroline Forbes and Alaric Saltzman)

Ew. Gross. No. Kill it with fire. We've got no idea what The Vampire Diaries was trying to do with this ship, but we hated every second of it, and we're not ashamed to say it. We don't care that years had passed since Caroline was his student or that there were weirder ages gaps on the show, trying to ship a student-teacher relationship feels wrong no matter which way you slice it.

51. Klenevieve (Klaus Mikaelson and Genevieve)

Klenevieve was a blink and you'll miss it kind of ship on The Originals, but it still technically counts. Ultimately though, Klaus and Genevieve's connection was mostly physical, and there were far too many double-crosses and manipulations on both sides of this relationship to give it much credit.

50. Parkwood (Liv Park and Tyler Lockwood)

Liv and Tyler's love story kind of flew under the radar on The Vampire Diaries, but that's probably just because there were like 18 insane storylines happening at once in Season 6. This ship was actually pretty cute, and the only thing keeping it from a better ranking is the fact that Tyler, you know, killed her with his bare hands to activate his werewolf curse.

49. Malaric (Meredith Fell and Alaric Saltzman)

Talk about ships that flew under the radar. Alaric and Meredith Fell shared a brief tryst in Seasons 3 and 4 of The Vampire Diaries, but this relationship always felt like it was built to move the plot forward instead of the other way around. Kind of too snooze-worthy to deserve a good ranking.

48. Menny (Matt Donovan and Penny Ares)

We're not going to pretend like we cared even a little about Matt and Penny's romance on The Vampire Diaries. However, we're also not going to pretend like the scene where Matt hallucinates her ghost and begs her to take him with her after his car crash was anything other than devastating emotional torture that came out of nowhere and has stayed with us to this day.

47. Jolaric (Jo Parker and Alaric Saltzman)

Jo and Alaric really got the rough end of the stick as far as TVD ships go. They'd only just started to find their groove when Jo found out she was pregnant with twins, forcing them into a shotgun wedding that ended in tragedy. If these two had been given the time to start their family together the way they should have, we have no doubt they could have become one of the show's best duos ever. We'll have to settle for them creating one of the best duos ever -- Josie and Lizzie Saltzman!

46. Rizzie (Rafael Waithe and Lizzie Saltzman)

It's hard not to ship all of the Legacies kids with each other considering the great chemistry that cast has, but Rizzie is one we just never loved. Lizzie seems too intense for Rafael, and Raf doesn't exactly seem like the kind of guy that would give her the level of attention and devotion she requires. This ship was kind of a flop in Sesason 1, and we'd prefer it stay that way.

45. Debekah (Damon Salvatore and Rebekah Mikaelson)

Damon and Rebekah shared one night of tearing ballgowns and tuxes off each other, and then it was never really spoken of again. It's hard to properly rank a ship that basically came down to "that one time we had hate sex," but hookups like this were what The Vampire Diaries was built on.

44. Haylijah (Hayley Marshall and Elijah Mikaelson)

We really wanted to rank Haylijah higher on this list, but all the passion and angst in the world can't distract us from the cold hard truth: Hayley and Elijah had issues. Major issues. Not the least of which being that he killed her in the final season of the show. Whether you consider their love story to be one of the best or worst this shared universe ever created, at least you can comfort yourself with the knowledge that they gave it all they had.

43. Klaurora (Klaus Mikaelson and Aurora de Martel)

For as long as we've known Klaus, he was always teetering on the brink of insanity, which is kind of what we loved most about him. Aurora, on the other hand, has been batshit crazy her whole life and it's so not a good look on her. This weird, obsessive, "let's see who can out-crazy the other" romance was not to our taste at all.

42. KymG (Kym and MG)

We can't claim to be huge fans of the romance between Kim and MG on Legacies, though their names fit together so perfectly for a ship name that we almost demand they be endgame based only on that. Unfortunately, the show never really gave them the screen time they needed to get us invested in their love story before Kym decided she'd had enough superantural shenanigans and left Mystic Falls.

41. Elijah Mikaelson and Antoinette Sienna

On every TV show, there are ships that just make us shrug, and Elijah and Antoniette are definitely one of those. They don't even have a ship name, that's forgettable this tryst was. Even with memory loss, hidden pasts, and romantic pinao duets, this couple was kind of just meh.

40. Sizzie (Sebastian and Lizzie Saltzman)

Sebastian and Lizzie may have had potential, but in the end it turned out to be wasted. Their chemistry was off the charts, but like many teenagers swept up in romance, they never really took the time to connect or learn about each other. Maybe that's why they ended on such a sour note. Still, at least Sebastian went out a hero?

39. Jicki (Jeremy Gilbert and Vicki Donovan)

You know, we were really rooting for Jeremy and Vicki when The Vampire Diaries first started. They had that whole, rebels who are too cool for school, but not too cool for love thing going on. Ultimately though, we don't think Vicki would have ever calmed down enough for Jeremy, who was really only pretending to be a wild child to deal with his parents' deaths. This ship just wasn't to be.

38. Maroline (Matt Donovan and Caroline Forbes)

You know those Season 1 ships that you know are never going to make it, but every time you look back on them they make you nostalgic? That's what Maroline is for us. A cute relationship between two characters we love dearly that just never quite fit perfectly together. That being said, if there had been no vampires or life-or-death scenarios in Mystic Falls, Maroline absolutely would have been endgame material.

37. Stalerie (Stefan Salvatore and Valerie Tulle)

Stefan and Valerie had one of the weirdest love stories we've ever seen, but there was still a small part of us that was rooting for them. In a world not besieged by curses and vampire hunters and prison worlds, these two could have really been something! Sadly, Stefan has like five more appealing ships, which is probably why they never really made it that far.

36. Hafael (Hope Mikaelson and Rafael Waithe)

Legacies made a solid attempt to recreate another brotherly love triangle, but we weren't really feeling it with Rafael, Hope, and Landon. Raf and Hope have a great friendship going, but it's probably best left there considering how much more fans seem to prefer her relationship with Landon.

35. Marcille (Marcel Gerard and Camille O'Connell)

Remember when Marcel and Camille were a thing for a hot minute? Neither do we! Sorry to Marcille fans, but though these two had decent chemistry, they just never got a lot of attention as a couple, and so their love story kind of faded into obscurity.

34. Jasie (Jade and Josie Saltzman)

The Vampire Diaries universe sure does love its enemies to lovers ships, doesn't it? Josie and Jade started off on opposing sides in Kai's prison world, but after Jade turned her humanity back on, things started to change between them. At least the sex dreams they started having about each other did. Jade and Josie might be perfect for one another, seeing as they both understand having a dark side that's hard to deny.

33. Carenzo (Caroline Forbes and Enzo St. John)

While Caroline and Enzo never made it past the friendzone, we wouldn't have hated it if they'd had a thing. There was a lack of "epic love story" vibes between them, and when Enzo was at his worst, Caroline brought out the light-hearted, carefree side of him. Plus, all things considered, he really was her type - morally scrupulous Brit, who would burn the world down for the people he loves -- why does that sound familiar?

32. Mizzie (M.G. and Lizzie Saltzman)

Every day we go back and forth on whether MG and Lizzie are soulmates or whether they're the perfect best friend duo of all time. Could they possibly be both? Sure, Lizzie takes MG for granted sometimes, and MG can be a little thoughtless sometimes, but that doesn't mean these two aren't connected in a deep, meaningful way that most people can only dream of.

31. Noralise (Nora and Mary-Louise)

Though we only got them for one season, Nora and Mary-Louise had us from the moment they said hello. We do love a bad girl, and two bad girls together? We're toast! Our favorite thing about this ship is that while it was clear Nora and Mary-Louise didn't care about much in this world, they cared about each other, and that was more than enough for them.

30. Klayley (Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall)

When The Originals first premiered, we were sure Klaus and Hayley would eventually fall in love and live happily ever after with their precious loophole baby, but ultimately these two just weren't meant to be anything more than one really hot night. That being said, watching them as co-parents just proves that not all ships need to be romantic to work.

29. Rope (Roman Sienna and Hope Mikaelson)

Roman and Hope's sweet, timid flirtation on The Originals was like a breath of fresh air after some of the intense, life-changing, epic love stories we'd been getting for five straight years. Rope -- whoever came up with that ship name was having too much fun that day -- would have ranked higher if the whole relationship wasn't just Roman's ploy to get close to Hope's family.

28. Stebekah (Stefan Salvatore and Rebekah Mikaelson)

The Vampire Diaries had the best flashbacks on TV, hands down, partially because when your characters have lived for centuries, you can really mix things up. One of said mix-ups was the revelation that Stefan and Rebekah had been an item back in the 1920s, and while their romance is probably best left in the age of prohibition, it was always one of our favorites.

27. Hizzie (Hope Mikaelson and Lizzie Saltzman)

Hope and Lizzie would definitely have that whole "enemies to lovers" thing going for them if they ever decided to take the plunge together. The bond we've seen these two develop over the course of Legacies has been so wonderful to watch, and while at the moment we prefer them as badass besties, we wouldn't hate to see them head towards romantic territory someday.

26. Janna (Jeremy Gilbert and Anna Zhu)

When The Vampire Diaries first paired Jeremy and Anna together, we thought our little vampire-loving hearts would give out. They were both so damaged and dark and alone in the world that they somehow fit perfectly together. Not even multiple deaths could keep them apart! Losing this one was hard, but at least ghost Anna came back to hang out occasionally.

25. Datherine (Damon Salvatore and Katherine Pierce)

Call us crazy, but even through all the craziness and manipulation, there seemed to be a spark of something between Damon and Katherine that was just undeniable. Maybe it was the fact that they both put up a dark and diabolical front to mask their real feelings about the way their lives turned out. This wasn't a ship for the ages, but it certainly was a pairing we'll remember forever.

24. Kennett (Kol Mikaelson and Bonnie Bennett)

You know a fandom is strong when it can build a ship of dreams out of like 2 episodes and 10 lines of dialogue, but that's about all Bonnie Bennett and Kol Mikaelson ever shared. And yet somehow, Kennett is always going to feel like the one that got away in terms of ships that totally should've happened but never did.

23. Klamille (Klaus Mikaelson and Camille O'Connell)

Despite their messy ending, Klaus and Camille's relationship showed us sides of each character that we otherwise would never have seen. Though it was missing some of the passion usually found in The Vampire Diaries and The Originals ships, it was still absolutely heartbreaking to watch Klaus lose a woman who meant so much to him when Cami died.

22. Jandon (Josie Saltzman and Landon Kirby)

This short-lived romance between Josie and Landon may not have been super popular with fans, but it was perfectly in character for both these self-sacrificing loners to find their way to one another. It may not have been a romance for the ages, but it was an age-appropriate and utterly endearing one, and that's good enough for us!

21. Kolvina (Kol Mikaelson and Davina Claire)

As one of the few ships that managed to make it out of The Originals series finale alive, we have to give Kol and Davina props. Their love story survived multiple deaths, body-swaps, and that pesky problem of Kol accidentally murdering Davina that one time. We want nothing more than peace and happiness for eternity for these two crazy kids.

20. Jalaric (Jenna Sommers and Alaric Saltzman)

While some believe Alaric's love life is cursed, those of us who watched the early years of The Vampire Diaries know better. Alaric will simply never find someone as perfect for him as Jenna Sommers, which means he's destined to fall in and out of subpar ships forever. Poor guy, it's rough when your soulmate dies so early on in the first of three sequential shows.

19. Klefan (Klaus Mikaelson and Stefan Salvatore)

This one's another ship was never technically canon, but as far as we're concerned that was a GRAVE mistake. Klaus and Stefan had chemistry coming out of their ears, and you're seriously trying to tell us that nothing happened between these two during their days of debauchery in the 1920s? Yeah right, you're not fooling us!

18. Jayley (Jackson Kenner and Hayley Marshall)

Jackson and Hayley may not have had the passion and the fire that some of the best TVD ships boasted, but they had something that very few other pairings had: A rock-solid friendship built on trust and understanding that grew organically into true love. Considering how crazy their world was, they both needed a relationship like this to keep them sane, which is maybe why we ended up loving it so much?

17. Kalijah (Katherine Pierce and Elijah Mikaelson)

Katherine and Elijah only shared maybe a handful of scenes together over the entire course of The Vampire Diaries, but they're somehow one of three ships we would have watched an entire spin-off about. Their love stood the test of time and somehow overcame hybrid-sized grudges, and that's about as romantic as it gets.

16. Rebel (Rebekah Mikaelson and Marcel Gerard)

Though we love Marcel and Rebekah (especially when we think about the day they both take the cure and grow old together), this couple had one major problem... One of them wasn't on the show all that often, which meant their romance faded to the background every time Rebekah left town -- which was a lot. We'll put this in the category of ships that were done dirty by logistical, behind-the-scenes stuff.

15. Bamon (Bonnie Bennett and Damon Salvatore)

The Bamon saga was one of the most topsy-turvey things to follow on The Vampire Diaries, but we loved every minute of it. From shipping them a little bit in Season 1 to hating everything about it in Season 3, to watching them grow into best buds in Season 6, Bonnie and Damon went on a journey unparalleled by any other ship in the TVDu. Do we kind of wish they'd given romance a try? Sure. Are we going to let that invalidate how awesome their story was? No way.

14. Gialijah (Gia and Elijah Mikaelson

We're probably going to get some hate for this, but if we had to pick between all of Elijah's ships, Gialijah would probably win out. Sure, they weren't star-crossed lovers or centuries-old flames, but if you're looking for a healthy dynamic (of which Elijah was sorely lacking) with great chemistry and some awesome scenes, Gialijah is the ship for you.

13. Handon (Hope Mikaelson and Landon Kirby)

Hope and Landon are kind of the Stelena of Legacies. Not a pairing that we think will be endgame (no matter how heartbroken that will leave us), but integral to the DNA of the series nonetheless. We're content to enjoy this sweet couple strive for their happy ending, and we'll even root for them most of the time as they grow up together and figure out this crazy supernatural world.

12. Jaiden (Josh Rosza and Aiden)

Oh, Josh and Aiden... the ship that was too pure for this world. Literally. Though both these characters bit the dust before all was said and done on The Originals, their love story was super sweet, and, hey, at least we got to see them reunite in the afterlife!

11. Beremy (Bonnie and Jeremy)

If any of you ever had a crush on your older brother or sister's friends, you'll understand our undying love for Beremy. There was something so cathartic about watching Bonnie realize that Jeremy had grown up to be a sweet, sexy, utterly dateable guy instead of Elena's annoying little brother. Even though the didn't end up together, they deserve a high ranking in this list of epic ships.

10. Posie (Penelope Park and Josie Saltzman)

Considering how few episodes of Legacies Penelope was in before she bounced, it's remarkable that so many people fell so deep in love with the Posie ship. We guess there's just something intoxicating about a bad girl who will do bad things for the girl she loves. If you come for Josie, Penelope will come for you!

9. Steferine (Stefan Salvatore and Katherine Pierce)

Is it weird that we always kind of thought Stefan and Katherine would end up together when all was said and done? Don't get us wrong, that relationship was toxic at best, but when they were on screen together, you just couldn't pull your eyes away from them. It was like watching a really sexy, complicated train wreck in action.

8. Forwood (Caroline Forbes and Tyler Lockwood)

Considering how often Caroline and Tyler were separated (by distance, evil hybrids, or opposing loyalties), it's pretty impressive that they were still one of the most memorable ships from The Vampire Diaries. It some mixed the sweetness of Maroline with the passion of Klaroline, creating a happy middle ground for fans to enjoy.

7. Freelin (Freya Mikaelson and Keelin Malraux)

Did we really understand the term OTP before Freelin existed? We doubt it. Freya and Keelin had their ups and downs on The Originals, to be sure, but through it all, there was never a doubt in our minds that these two strong, smart, sexy women were absolutely made for one another. Knowing they're living out their happily ever after in New Orleans with a cute little baby named Nik is the only thing that gets us through the day sometimes.

6. Steroline (Stefan Salvatore and Caroline Forbes)

Considering how many ships exist in this universe, it's shocking that Steroline is one of only a handful to make it down the aisle. Poor Stefan seemed doomed to be forever locked in a love triangle with his brother until Caroline Forbes entered his life. Not only did he no longer have to deal with love triangle BS, he got to marry his best friend, who he knew would support him through thick and thin. If only it hadn't taken them so long to figure out how awesome they could be together.

5. Benzo (Bonnie Bennett and Enzo St. John)

Sometimes it's hard to ship characters that are thrown together at the end of a series as opposed to the beginning, but that was not the case with Bonnie and Enzo. One minute they were two characters who'd never really interacted much, and the next they were epic loves who built a strong relationship built on trust, compassion, and a lot of laughter. Honestly, they fit so well together even we were surprised by it!

4. Stelena (Stefan Salvatore and Elena Gilbert)

Of all the ships to ever grace our screens over the years, there was something truly special about Stefan and Elena. Maybe it's because we associate their love story with some of the best years The Vampire Diaries ever had, or maybe their connection really was just too epic for words. Whatever the case, Stelena was one for the history books, and we dare you to say different.

3. Hosie (Hope Mikaelson and Josie Saltman)

It might seem weird to put a ship that's not, technically speaking, canon (yet!) so high on our list, but we absolutely won't apologize for it. Putting aside the obvious fact that these girls are definitely, majorly, into each other, Hope and Josie have proven over and over again that they not only understand each other on a deep, intimate level, they also care enough about one another to go to the ends of the earth to keep each other safe and happy. That kind of devotion when paired with a healthy, supportive dynamic is a killer combination.

2. Klaroline (Klaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes)

Klaus and Caroline never really got the timing right, but maybe that's what makes this ship one of the best in the history of The Vampire Diaries universe. They were enemies, they were lovers, and they were kind of even friends for a minute there, and the fact that they never really got a chance to be together only makes this ship more EPIC. Plus, it's kind of impossible not to swoon when a guy declares he'll be your last love.

1. Delena (Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert)

Was there ever any doubt that this list would end here? Whether you loved Delena or not, there's no denying this couple was iconic, and a large part of The Vampire Diaries' success was built on their love story. Sure, we would have preferred for them to not have different versions of the same fight for four seasons in a row, but that doesn't mean we don't still get major chills whenever we rewatch their first kiss or their series finale happily ever after.

#Legacies #TheOriginals #TheVampireDiaries #TVD #Hosie #Posie #Handon #Delena #Stelena #Haylijah #Klaroline #Klamille #Freelin #JuliePlec #TheCW

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I know you don't like Chloe Price anymore. But since you like to change things about your favorite things like Star Wars, DC, Marvel and Horror, how would you change how DONTNOD/Deck Nine handled Chloe?

A lot. I will start with BTS and then LIS. But to be fair, I’ve grown to like Chloe again. My big problem is how she treats Max, the fact that we cannot choose who Max focuses on(again I’d choose Warren and Kate if I could) and well the hateful and toxic Pricefield fans ruined Chloe for me. But here’s how I would change Chloe if I could

BTS

First of all, hire someone who actually understands how teenagers talk(especially teenage girls) and make the dialogue less cringey(this goes for both games)

Give Chloe more of a character arc. I don’t feel that Deck Nine did Chloe justice. The writers attempt to evoke empathy with Chloe feeling grief which is done via exactly one emotion- which is a very childish understanding of how loss and coping works. She had no character arc, considering she was the exact same character that we already knew in LiS Episode 1 (A bitter disaffected teenage youth with no regard for authority) so we didn’t get to see Chloe evolve into the character we loved in the first game. She just already was it.  The gameplay undid the narrative we were given about Chloe being a loner in that you can talk to and make friends with pretty much anybody and they all acted like they liked and were genuinely happy to see Chloe. Very rarely were there interactions with Blackwell students that ended with Chloe’s presence not being welcomed, only Wells, Victoria and Nathan showed contempt for Chloe(even with Nathan that goes away when he claps for her at the play)  The reason this is done is because the game wouldn’t be fun if Chloe actually was a loner. The core mechanic of Life is Strange is being able to talk to people and experiment with your surroundings. A game where nobody wanted to talk to Chloe works against the core mechanic. But in making her the main character it undoes the weight of the narrative of Chloe being alone until Rachel/Max. I just strongly feel that Deck Nine did not understand Chloe as a character and did not do her justice. We should’ve gotten Chloe at her lowest, evolving from Max’s best friend to the character we know in the first game and Rachel helping lift Chloe through the worse point of her life.  Chloe and Rachel together having fun rocking out and Chloe starting to live again and show that Chloe Price loves Rachel Amber and Rachel loves Chloe. Chloe losing Rachel and showing how Chloe has to deal with Rachel missing, how she became in debt to Frank and how she got involved with Nathan and how Chloe ends up in the bathroom. 

The game should have 5 episodes. The first 2 episodes focus on Chloe and Rachel’s first year together. Episode 3 focuses on 2011. 4 focuses on 2012 and the final episode focuses on 2013 and Chloe’s breakdown over Rachel’s disappearance. A bonus episode “Firewalk with me” to show us Rachel’s final days and the choices that led her to the Dark Room. Needless to say, those fans who were against LIS 2 would have something to look forward to cause Deck Nine would take their time with BTS in this scenario.

Make it very clear that David is abusive. The problem with their dynamic in BTS is that they go out of their way to make Chloe irrational for not giving David a chance. In BTS Chloe says she hates David because he calls her “girly” and the game practically implies Chloe is at fault for the conflict between Chloe and David for not accepting David’s photo...what kind of abuse apologetic bullshit is that?  Okay so start off by saying in her journal that “Joyce really remarried the first asshole she saw in Two Whales.” because by the time of 2010 in the canon of the first game, they are already married. Have it implied in her entry about David that it’s like “living Full Metal Jacket” that alone implies emotional and mental abuse if you’ve seen the Bootcamp scenes. Chloe in the entry would continue to say, life’s been a living hell ever since David entered the picture and Joyce takes his side every time. We would get the impression that David does not understand nor does he care about Chloe's depression and grief for losing William and Max moving away. When fighting with Joyce about David, say “he keeps hitting me and you keep defending him, how do you expect me to get over dad by letting some abusive asshole take his place?” Joyce would respond with “you keep pushing him, what did you think was gonna happen” And worse, David just started the Security Officer job at Blackwell. Needless to say Chloe is not taking any of this well. So when David and Chloe go to Blackhell, he’s basically ordering her around, talking down to her. Telling her “You’ve had two years free of having a father figure in your life. I am your father now. I’ve been showing you what a stable home is like, yet you keep pushing me.” Chloe back talks him and it results in David smacking her. David would then say “Look what you made me do.”  Later in the game, Chloe would get herself expelled just to get away from David and David would berate her and call her a loser. Near the end of Episode 3 or 4, Rachel would have dinner with Chloe, Joyce and David. Rachel would see the way David treats Chloe and stands up for her girlfriend. Threatens to call the cops on David if he ever hurts her girlfriend ever again. This of course would spark down David’s obsession with surveillance and his investigation into stalking Rachel, all because he wanted to save his pathetic fucking ass. 

Actually give Chloe a transformation. The problem with BTS, is that Chloe is the same character from the first game.  We don’t get to see how the innocent and happy Chloe  becomes the Chloe from the first game. She’s just like this immediately.  We should get a Batman Returns Catwoman like transformation for Chloe. Chloe’s had it with David, Joyce, Blackhell and now Rachel for leaving. So Chloe would basically be destroying her room and tossing everything away that belonged to the old Chloe. 

Make the game about Rachel helping Chloe down the worst moment of her life. Chloe’s “Rachel was my angel” comment showed a lot to how Chloe loved Rachel and how much she meant to her.  Chloe tells Max that Rachel entered her life when was at her absolute lowest and that it was she who helped her deal with the grief of having lost her father but the entire game is centered around Chloe being the one who is supporting Rachel as she deals with a serious family drama of her own.  What Before The Storm should have been. Rachel helping lift Chloe through the worse point of her life. If Rachel had stopped Chloe from committing suicide… as was the commonly believed interpretation to what happened between Chloe and Rachel up until BtS, then Chloe’s ”“she was my angel” would have meant it was truly special and real. But instead they bump into each other at an illegal concert and Rachel distracted some thug who works for Damon and we spend the game finding out who Sera is in a reveal we all saw it coming and only to have Rachel taken out of the third episode where Rachel never talks to her and makes the whole thing feel pointless. What the game should have been was Chloe and Rachel together having fun rocking out, becoming girlfriends and Chloe starting to live again and show that Chloe Price loves Rachel Amber and Rachel loves Chloe.

Do Chloe’s past with Victoria better. A minor change, but they kind of make Chloe and Rachel look like jerks in the Victoria drugging in part 2. If you let Rachel drop out the play, you drug Victoria or back talk her out of doing the play that she was given. Also it lines up with the first game better this way. In LIS, if you choose to take the picture with Victoria in paint, when seeing said picture, Chloe will say “Boo-Yah skank! Karma’s a bitch!” So I guess we can have Victoria bullying Chloe with her mean girl bullshit, Chloe fights back, Victoria gets scared, so Victoria helps get Chloe expelled by reporting her graffiti(as is the reason she was expelled from Blackwell)

When Rachel goes missing, we spend the final episode looking for her. It’s a very sad and tragic episode. We all know there is no hope in finding Rachel, but we still try anyway, in some hope that Rachel is still out there. So Chloe leaves up the posters, is in debt to Frank and tries to steal money from Nathan. Which leads Chloe to that faithful day in the bathroom.

LIS

Chloe does not park in the handicapped space(I don’t even have to tell you why this was a bad idea to begin with)

Chloe stops guilt tripping Max after the first truck ride

If you chose not to come out of the closet or not take the blame, after lashing out at Max, Chloe will apologize for lashing out at us. Same for if we chose not to fire the gun. 

Does not get pissy if we take Kate’s call, in fact prior to Chloe’s test, Max would explain the situation with Kate and Chloe would be understanding as she understands being depressed herself and would even help Max out in finding evidence to implicate Nathan and David. 

It’s not the handicapped fund, it’s the “Prescott Donation”(aka Sean’s bribery money) this way we can feel less guilty about not stealing from the handicapped fund and Chloe doesn’t look like an ableist

If Chloe does snap after finding about Rachel and says the same things she did about Kate as she did in canon. Max can then lose her shit and stand up to Chloe. Basically says the way she treats her is not okay and if she wants to help her find Rachel and seek justice for Kate, then things are gonna have to change or they are finished. Then Max leaves Chloe behind with Chloe realizing that she needs to change. Ideally something like Bojack Horseman “You can't keep doing this! You can't keep doing shitty things and then feel bad about yourself as if that makes it okay! You need to be better!  Chloe, stop. It's not alcohol, drugs, or your parents, David, Rachel or all the bad things that happened to you before. It's you. It's you. I want to find Rachel and get justice for Kate, but if this is how you’re gonna keep treating me...Fuck, man... What else is there to say?“ I know LIS came out way before BJHM or that particular episode, but it’s the perfect example of how Max could’ve stood up to Chloe’s toxic behavior

After the returning from her time jump, Max returns to her dorm and goes to Chloe. Chloe properly apologizes for how she’s been acting since they got back together and agree to put everything in the past so they can work together to find Rachel and give Kate justice

Max is given the option to enter the Everyday Hero’s Contest. If you saved Kate, Max with Kate’s permission, Kate would let Max take a photo of her in the hospital. And Max enters her photo at the last minute when she returns to Blackwell. If you did not save Kate, then Chloe would give up the Butterfly photo so Max can enter the photo. Either way Max will win the contest. Max wins the Everyday Hero Contest. Max gives an inspiring speech about how everyone can be a hero and that Kate has always inspired her, how much she loves Kate and that she hopes that Kate knows that she is loved by everyone in Blackwell and everyone, especially Chloe, Warren, Victoria would cheer Max on. This would also give Jefferson the means and opportunity to drug Max without killing Chloe at the Junkyard. Chloe doesn’t die because it’s a public place and Jefferson has Max where he wants her. It honestly works better than Jefferson magically appearing at the Junkyard with no explanation(and it never being brought up).

What could happen in Episode 5 is basically the same thing, only in an act of desperation, Chloe goes to David to help save Max. They put their differences aside to save the person Chloe loves the most and David gets to stop Jefferson. Chloe could not be there to save Rachel, but she can be there for Max. Chloe saves Max and Jefferson goes to jail. Together Max and Chloe goes directly into the eye of the storm to save everyone at the diner. However instead of using Warren’s photo to save Chloe, Max uses it to warn David about Jefferson and to reach the Lighthouse. The same choice is given to us and instead of a copout ending,  Max actually uses the photo to save Chloe and the town. Warns David and David barges in and catches Nathan redhanded with the gun and uncovers the truth of Rachel, Kate and Jefferson. Max warns the town of the storm. Everyone listens. After Jefferson’s arrest, the police clears the bunker of Jefferson’s predatory display and the town hides in the bunker. The town is rebuilt. A town can be rebuilt, but you can’t build another Chloe. Jefferson and Sean are rotting in prison and Nathan is getting the help he desperately needed. Chloe finally moves on from her hatred of David and the Price family gets to start over. A montage of Max and Chloe together either romantic or platonic and if you chose to romance Warren, a little clip of Going Ape, if just friends, then we see Warren, Kate, Max and Chloe Going Ape! It ends on Rachel’s funeral and the final scene shows the Doe spirit as both Max and Chloe smile as Rachel’s spirit finally rests. 

Chloe’s arc is lashing out at a cruel world, learning to let the right people in, healing and letting go of her hate and starting over. It just doesn’t work if she has to die to actually learn this and also that character arc goes out the window of you choose the save Chloe ending (and makes max look like an awful person for killing all her friends and Joyce). Chloe gets to live, she’s at peace knowing that Rachel was brought to justice, she’s willing to start over with David, she has her best friend and mother in her life. If you chose the Pricefield route, then Chloe is at peace with Rachel passing on and she starts anew with Max. If not, then Chloe still has her best friend and knows she will always be there and she will always be there for Max in return.

Also, I like the idea of Max and Chloe road tripping together as was demonstrated in LIS 2, but I also like the idea of Warren, Victoria and Kate joining them as well and they live in their own commune. Maybe Max, Warren and Chloe are in a poly relationship, while Kate and Victoria are together!!!

#Life Is Strange #Chloe Price #Amberprice #Pricefield #Anonymous #Asks

[hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis]

Caught In Between 18. Lost In Thought

Summary: Athena Dumont has finally found a place to call home after many years of foster homes and traveling. She had finally tamed her supernatural side and just wanted to live a normal teenage life. She quickly discovers that there is nothing normal about her hometown, Mystic Falls and gets sucked right back into the supernatural world.

Post Date: 09.15.20

Word count: 2.6k

Based off: 03x15 “All My Children”

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The next morning I come out of my room to find Rebekah and Damon leaving his room, “Well surprise, surprise. Ah not really,” I say as they pass my bedroom.

“I thought you’d be with Nik last night, seeing as you two have been getting closer and closer by the minute, guess I was wrong,” Rebekah taunts.

I scoff and roll my eyes at her comment, “And why are you so worried about Klaus and me? Thought you didn’t like me very much,” I question crossing my arms.

“I just think that--” Rebekah starts.

“Let’s not get into this ladies,” Damon interrupts pushing Rebekah passed my room. I follow them downstairs as Damon escorts her to the front door. As Damon opens the door a very confused Elena is found behind it.

“Did you stop taking your vervain?” Elena asks after making her way into the house.

“You think Rebekah had to compel me?” Damon questions back while putting a shirt on.

“What’s wrong with you? She tried to kill me less than 48 hours ago,” Elena explains.

“Can’t we just move past that, Elena?” Damon asks making his way across the room.

“So is that how it’s gonna be now? I hurt your feelings, and this is how you lash out at me?” Elena asks as I settle myself on the couch.

“Well, maybe, for once. Something I did had nothing to do with you. Plus I don’t see you grilling Athena for her and Klaus’ little affair thing,” Damon states pointing over at me.

“Don’t put this on me,” I respond.

“She’s not actively sleeping with an original,” Elena defends me. “You should know…that Esther’s planning on killing her entire family. She’s linked them all together with a spell. Whatever happens to one happens to all of them,” Elena explains as I hop up from the couch as quickly as I could.

“That’s great. Klaus’ll finally be dead. We win,” Damon states happily. “Why do you two look like someone just shot a panda bear?” Damon asks noticing the upset looks on both Elena and I’s faces.

“Because to kill Klaus, she has to kill all of them, including Elijah,” Elena states.

“And he doesn’t deserve that,” I quickly state after.

“Exactly,” Elena agrees.

“What about Klaus, Athena? Don’t you have something say about killing him?” Damon questions.

“Just because I’m sired to him doesn’t mean I don’t think he deserves to die. He hurt me worse than anyone else has in my life,” I state.

“Sure. And I’m supposed to care about Elijah?” Damon asks.

“Shouldn’t you at least care about Rebekah?” Elena asks as I look at Damon raising my eyebrows.

“Two seconds ago, you were pissed that she attacked you. It’s a win-win,” Damon states. Elena tries to walk away but Damon quickly stops her. “Don’t do anything to screw this up, Elena.” Damon threatens.

“Why are you doing this?” Elena asks.

“He’s right, you know. Klaus has to die. They all do,” Stefan states coming from the hallway.

“See? Democracy in action,” Damon states before Elena leaves bumping him, spilling his drink.

“Look I know they’ve all hurt us one way or another but we all know Elijah doesn’t deserve to die. He’s done the least to us,” I state to the brothers.

“I think you’re outnumbered on this one sweetheart,” Damon responds. I don’t respond and decide to head upstairs not feeling up for dealing with the brothers anymore.

Once I made it to my room I found another box on my bed. Knowing who it was from, I moved it into my closet, out of sight out of mind. Except after a few minutes, I let my curiosity get the best of me...again. 

Once I opened the box, on top was a note that said, “I hope this inspires you, Klaus.” On the flip side was a small sketch of me in a field of sunflowers. What remained in the box was an array of art supplies, a sketchbook, and a few canvases. As much as I wanted to toss the supplies away, I missed sketching and painting as I hadn’t had time since moving to Mystic Falls. 

I spent most of the day sketching and just disappearing in my own world. A few hours had passed until I heard a knock on my door. I open it to find Damon, “Yes?” I question.

“You seem to be in a much better mood,” Damon states hearing the softness in my voice. “Have you heard from Eleana? She’s not answering her phone calls and Ric hasn’t seen her since this morning,” Damon explains.

“Uhhh… no, I haven’t talked to her since this morning,” I respond.

“Well, let me know if you do. Stefan is out looking for her right now,” Damon says.

“Oh for sure. Hope she’s alright,” I respond.

I spent a few more hours sketching and soon enough it ended up being dark. I forgot how lost I could get while drawing. Realizing that I needed to eat something I decide to head downstairs. Once I made it down, I saw Stefan make his way into the house.

“Can’t find her anywhere,” He says frustrated.

“Hello, Stefan,” I hear Elijah’s voice from the great room. Curious of what’s happening I make my way over and find the Salvatores by the door and Elijah in a chair by the fireplace.

“He has Elena,” Stefan states.

“Elijah,” I say disappointed.

“Actually she’s with Rebekah,” Elijah says disregarding my disapproval for what he’s done. “As you can imagine. My sisters just dying to tear her throat out. So if you want to save Elena’s life, I need you to help me stop my mother,” Elijah explains.

“I’m a little embarrassed to admit, but when it comes to killing thousand-year-old resurrected witches, I’m a little rusty,” Damon responds.

“Yes, unfortunately even when killed, my mother doesn’t seem to want to stay dead, not with the spirits of nature at her side,” Elijah says.

“So what are we supposed to do?” Stefan asks stepping forwards.

“The witches that released my mother, she’s drawing her power from their bloodline. That bloodline needs to be broken,” Elijah explains.

“Broken?” I question.

“Yeah, he means…” Damon says and puts a finger to his throat meaning killed.

“You want us to kill them,” Stefan says.

“You know I’d do it myself, but I’ve absolutely no idea where they are. Besides, seeing me, they’d immediately know my intent. They won’t expect to be harmed by the likes of you.” Elijah explains getting up from this seat. “In any case, you have until 6 minutes after 9:00 to find them,” Elijah says.

“Oh, how superspecific of you,” Damon says annoyed.

“By 9:07 the moon’ll be full, my mother will have the power she needs to kill me and my family. If you do not stop her before then, Rebekah will kill Elena. So we all have our timeline. I suggest you get started,” Elijah says before letting himself out.

“And you were saying about Elijah being undeserving of dying?” Damon questions at me. I just scoff and head back up to my room, not wanting to talk about this.

A few minutes pass by before I once again hear a knock on my door, “Here to give me a lecture?” I ask knowing it was Damon.

“No, you, me, and Stefan need to come up with a plan come on,” Damon says walking back down the hall.

“And what makes you think I want to be a part of this, he clearly wanted it to be you two,” I state not shifting from my position.

“Because Elena is in trouble and I know you want to save her,” Damon says from down the hall.

“You really know how to push my buttons,” I state making my way out of my room. We head down to the basement where Stefan is debating on drinking from a blood bag.

“Clock’s ticking. You gonna help us brainstorm a plan, or you too busy fixing a snack?” Damon questions his brother.

“We need to call Bonnie. There’s gotta be a way for her to stop Esther from channeling all that power.” Stefan states closing the fridge lid.

“‘A’ what if shes with Esther? ‘B’ what is she can’t cut her off? ‘C’ I don’t know how any of this stuff works, and ‘D’ neither do you,” Damon states.

“You got a better plan?” Stefan asks.

“Wore-case scenario simple mechanics. Can’t draw power from a dead battery,” Damon states.

“Kill ‘em,” Stefan says knowing that’s where Damon was getting out.

“If it comes to that,” Damon says. He then takes the bag from Stefan’s hands and drinks from it.

“There’s gotta be another way,” I say.

“Well, what if I told you two I had a less diabolical plan?” Damon asks and holds up a dagger.

“You wanna dagger Elijah,” Stefan says taking notice of the dagger.

“Well, they’re all linked. One goes down, they all go down. The witches live. Elena’s safe. Problem solved,” Damon states.

“We don’t know how that’ll affect Klaus,” I state.

“Ironically, Klaus isn’t our current problem,” Damon states.

“Dagger’s lethal to any vampire who uses one,” Stefan says.

“Well, I just so happen to know someone crazy enough to give it a shot,” Damon says before making a call. The call was to Alaric to confirm if Klaus and Kol were still at the Mystic Grill.

“What’s the plan?” I hear Alaric ask over the phone.

“Divide and conquer. First, we’ll need a little brunette distraction,” Damon says eyeing me. I roll my eyes knowing that means I have to talk to Klaus. Damon explains the rest of the plan and then hangs up.

“Do I really have to?” I ask a bit whiny.

“If we want to take them down, without killing them. Keeping everyone safe. Then yes,” Damon states.

“You are so lucky I care too much about you all,” I sigh.

“Then it’s settled. Get to the Grill,” Damon says.

I quickly get myself ready from my little interaction with Klaus, hoping it wouldn’t go south on my end or the others. I make my way into the Grill and head on the way to Klaus and his brother. I take notice of Alaric and let him know I’m the distraction by a slight look over.

~At the Bar~

“I remember her from last night. She looks like a tasty little thing,” Kol says to his brother.

“Say another word, and I’ll tear out your liver,” Klaus threatens taking notice of Athena from across the room.

~Athena’s POV~

“Athena,” Klaus says gaining my attention, as needed.

“What do you want?” I ask crossing my arms.

“Join us for a drink?” Klaus asks as Kol raises his glass.

“I’m not in the mood for chit chat, but thanks,” I say before heading back to the door.

~Klaus and Kol at the Bar~

“Isn’t she stunning?” Klaus asks Kol.

“She certainly looks good walking away from you,” Kol responds.

“I’ll take that as a challenge,” Klaus says before heading to Athena.

~Athena’s POV~

I head towards the town square across the street, “Athena,” I hear Klaus from behind me, as I was hoping, for the sake of Damon’s plan but not my own wishes.

“What?” I ask stopping in my tracks turning towards him. “I’m not in the mood to talk with you,” I turn back around and continue to walk.

“Don’t be angry, love. We had a little spat. I’m over it already, I’m willing to fight,” Klaus states.

“I’m not and I don’t see you fighting,” I state still walking.

“Well, how can I acquit myself? You weren’t very clear on the instructions,” Klaus asks.

I stop in my tracks, “You know what you have to do. And I’m not really in the mood to talk about this,” I state.

“Take a chance, Athena. At least talk to me, no fights,” Klaus says sitting down on the bench beside us. I look at him almost like he was crazy. “Come on. Let’s catch up,” Klaus says seeming happy that he was even able to get my attention. “I dare you,” He smiles.

“Fine,” I respond after a few moments of making Klaus think I was debating it and sit next to him. Klaus continues to look at me intently, with that soft look he gave me the night before. “So, what do you want to talk about? Catch up on?” I ask.

“Well, for starters, did you get my gift?” He asks. “Then your hopes. Your-your dreams. Everything you want in life. The things you never told me when we first met. You were very secretive you know,” Klaus states.

“Well, being a teenager alone in the world, you learn to be,”  I laugh. “And you mean the art supplies, huh?” I ask.

“Yeh, did you like them? Did you draw or--or paint anything?” He asks.

“Uh yeah. Lost track of time today actually,” I state.

“What did you draw?” He asks. 

“Just some flowers,” I say. As much as I hated to admit to myself, but I missed the little talks like this with Klaus. I missed...him, being there for me, looking out for me. I almost felt at peace, like there was no one else in the world but us. 

“You know I miss you, I truly do,” Klaus says. “I miss our moments like this, where it feels like it’s just us,” Klaus takes a hold of my hands and stares into my eyes.

“Klaus--I,” I start but before I could finish my un-thought out sentence, Klaus  stands up and starts to breathe a bit heavy, “What is it?” I question pretending to not know what was going on.

“What did you do?” He questions me.

“Nothing,” I state, hoping the tone of my voice was believable.

“What did you do?” Klaus asks once more with urgency grasping the sides of my arms.

“I didn’t do anything. Stop it,” I say once more. 

Klaus lets go of me and looks back to the grill, “Kol,” He says before rushing off, leaving me by myself.

I quickly make my way back to the Salvatore house in hopes that they completed their mission. Unfortunately, it was just me, leaving me with just my thoughts. At this moment, not a great idea. I don’t know how to feel about Klaus and my friends. Part of me wants to be with him, part of me feels like it’s just the sire bond and part of me wants to stick with my friends. It doesn’t help much that I had a small heart to heart with Klaus and Elena is in danger. I feel like I’m fighting with my self.

An hour or so later I hear the front door shut, alarming me to the fact that someone is home. I make my way out of my room to see who it was. I notice Damon making his way to his room. 

“Did it work? Is Elena safe?” I ask. 

“Uh, I think so but Stefan would know better. We at least know we stopped Esther, so assuming Elijah keeps his word, Elena should be ok. Are you ok?” He asks me.

“Yeh, I’m fine. Just trying to sort my thoughts. But I’m glad you’re ok,” I respond.

“Have another quarrel?” Damon asks.

“No,” I respond not really wanting to give any details of Klaus and I’s conversation.

“Well, I’m just glad you’re not hurt either,” Damon says before continuing to head to his room.

“Night,” I say seeing as he’s not in the mood to talk. 

A/N: More reveals for Klaus and Athena’s relationship and feelings. I hope you guys enjoyed this little filler. BTW I’m skipping the next two eps because I can’t find a place for Athena to fit in and I want to get further in the show. So sorry in advance if some of the stuff seems weirdly placed (I guess?).

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[werezmastarbucks]

Whitmore Guy - the usual Mystic Falls party routine

Whitmore Guy masterlist

word count: 2290

warnings: violence

music: the birthday massacre - happy birthday

“One thing that still gives me chills, although I’ve been living here for almost ten years”, Y/N said, swaying her bottle above the table, “is how a big event can be organized here in one day. Forbes just snaps her fingers, and everything’s in place”.

Mal raised his eyebrows.

“Get dead. Get immortal. Gain super strength and intellect. Use it to make people drink at places with a name like that”, he jeered.

“And you’re fine with living in the world where supernatural things are real?” Y/N asked.

“You gotta be dumb to think they aren’t. I mean, humanity is all like… we’re the shit. You know?”

Y/N didn’t always know what exactly he meant, but managed to at least grasp the basic idea most of the time. She recalled their prolonged, interesting, heated conversation on aliens, and Mal said something similar then, too.

“It’s fascinating how you make all things easy”, she marveled, under her breath.

“How come?” he smiled.

“Usually you expect people to crumble under the weight of the realization like that. It’s one thing to believe in stuff, and another to actually get evidence one day. It breaks a lot of people”.

“Did it break you?”

“That first time I met a vampire, it did. But I got back up again”.

“Good girl”, he murmured. A moment, and his attentive face was too close to hers. Mal rested his elbows on the table, leaning towards her, playing a secret agent sharing a very important piece of information.

“Tell me about it”.

“A dude bit me when I was fourteen. It was in Arizona. I barely survived. Some people spooked him, and he escaped, but I never saw his face”.

“That’s a very short story”, Mal looked disappointed. His eyes started wandering around the bar out of boredom. He could do that sometimes – make her feel obliged, when he showed he was about to yawn. He did that when he was grumpy. Y/N wondered, how she knew so much about Mal Osbourne. And why it mattered to her right now. His eyes stopped, widening, and he raised from the table.

“Oh, crap. Oh no”.

“What?”

Y/N turned around to see where he was pointing. Mal sat back, crouching his shoulders and trying to hide himself behind her.

“Martha’s here”.

“I thought she lived in Mystic Falls, Mal”.

“She does!”

“So, why does she keep showing up in Whitmore?”

He looked up at her from the table.

“Look, your Caroline must have gathered the whole two towns here. How am I supposed to know?”

Then his eyes slowly filled with terror.

“What did you mean when you said something bad was going to happen? Did you mean killing?”

Y/N turned around again, and finally saw her. The girl from Mal’s phone. She had dark brown hair, gathered in a ponytail. She was wearing a knitted white jacket, of all things. She looked… usual, just like Damon said. Plain, even. Y/N didn’t know what kind of feeling she got. She supposed the girl a unique dude like Mal chose should be something special.

A tiny voice in her head said, you bitch. She’s a real human and times better than you, apparently.

Martha Hopps was talking to a friend and wasn’t looking in their direction at all.

“Y/N, please”, Mal’s hand grabbed her, fingers biting into her skin, “get her away from here. What if she gets hurt?”

She’s never seen him like that. He was actually concerned. There was even a line between his eyebrows. The only time Y/N saw Mal so worried was when they watched Shadow of Fear, a horrible thriller with a bad plot, which for some reason took his breath away. He sat there in his basement, shaking her palm nervously, and cursed at James Spader for being such a villain all the time.

“What am I supposed to tell her?” she hissed, trying to get his fingers off her bitten wrist. He finally let go.

“I don’t know. Kick her out. Vampires can like... hypnotize people, right?” his face lit, “Make someone enchant her to go home”.

She stood up, wincing at his drifting terminology, bitter, because he beat her.

“Should’ve had you compelled and home right now”.

He cocked his smart head, as if saying, too late now.

Y/N drifted through the bar, trying to find Stefan. He’s the gentle one. He does things right, without rushing. She started getting nervous. The plan to get everybody here was great, to accumulate all vampires in one place, fucking awesome. Suppose she was only too concerned about the basement guy to actually give a thought to what Damon was planning on doing.

Mal was sitting at the table as she left him, but the next second, when she turned her head to look back, he was gone. Music was getting louder. Clock hands were rising higher. Y/N tried to walk through clusters of people, pushing them aside as gentle as possible. She saw Stefan and waved her hand to signal him. The vampire raised his chin acknowledging her, and they headed for each other. As they went, Y/N could see Elena right behind his shoulder, and at her back, one of the fourteen students. Behind him, like a gosling, the older Salvatore. Y/N opened her mouth trying to produce a sound, just as Damon wrapped his fingers around the boy’s throat. Brett Whittings, his name was. Elena turned with a swing, watching Damon drag the student away behind the maintenance door, his eyes full of silver rage. Stefan stepped after him, and there was seeming peace for a fracture of a second. Y/N heard the quiet flop of the closing door... after that all hell broke loose.

First, there was loud scream, like a call for arms, only, drunken. Then somebody hit her on the side of the head, and she swayed, but managed to keep standing, Elena’s eyes keeping her in place. The chocolate haired vampire reached her in a jump, encircling with her arms, but somebody collided into them, sending them away in a hop. They crashed into the bar counter, and Y/N produced a yelp of pain, feeling Elena’s hand pressing her head low. From the floor, she watched a couple of people grabbing each other and biting into each other’s flesh. Gushes of blood shot through the air, sprinkling people around. There were shrieks of horror as another couple went at each other.

Y/N tried to get up. released from Gilbert’s grab, holding on a side of a table like a piece of debris in the raging ocean; the mass of bodies rushed in tides in all directions. There was a loud crack: somebody smashed a person face down on a table and the leg broke. Glass shattered, and she heard Damon’s loud scream.

Y/N didn’t know where to move; they never had any kind of training for Kingsman church scene scenario. Vampires didn’t do that. Y/N tried to get on the bar counter, throwing herself over a row of stools, to see better and to get away. She clawed at the polished wood. Another familiar face was in front of her in a second; his rolling eyes were full of blood, mouth agape. A literature major, Ken Simmons. A good guy, a nerd, even. He looked at her like a zombie, like she was invisible. And turned away, catching a person trying to push past. Y/N grabbed him by the neck, but he was too strong. Having shaken off her hands, he walked on, a wiggling human in his arms, and bent, digging his teeth into their shoulder. The person screamed in pain.

Y/N got on the bar and observed the space, looking at fighting people, screaming, like it was the end of the world. Damon was trying to shake off a girl from his back, who bit into his neck and sucked, wrapping her legs around his waist like a monkey. Their full blindness towards Y/N was scarier than their sudden rage, which turned on as if on command, triggered by Damon’s first move.

Y/N climbed down and was pushed around immediately. People were screaming, and her heart was beating like crazy, all the instincts screaming, run away! Someone laughed into her ear deafeningly.

Finally, there was a choir of roars. Damon and Stefan, the two oldest vampires, stood up, and ran in the center of the disaster, throwing bodies around, breaking deadly kisses and bites, and breaking stiff arms that refused to let go. A sound of breaking wood and glass signaled open doors, and the whole body of the fight flooded out into the street. People crawled out and, holding on to each other, started running into the street.

Suddenly, it was quiet, like somebody snapped their fingers again, and everything stopped with someone’s dying moan. Y/N let go of some girl she’s been trying to stabilize, and she sprinted away, limping all the while.

She looked at her hands, covered in blood, and realized her face was burning, like it was cut, or scraped.

“Eight done”, Damon was panting like a dog.

“Ten”, Stefan replied from somewhere. Y/N swayed.

“Mal!” she screamed.

Something moved under a pile of shredded wood. The splinters were so yellow it looked like somebody gnawed on the table. She ran towards it, and Mal’s arm showed up, all covered in small cuts, but it moved.

The bar was silent like the street outside. A violent shock of stillness made everybody inside and alive shiver.

“Y/N!”

It was Damon. Someone was walking along the counter, but she couldn’t see. Damon showed up at her side, grabbed her by the shoulders, and even shook a little.

“I’m fine, I’m good! Mal’s there, get him out”.

Together, they lifted the pieces of the table. Mal wasn’t moving anymore.

Y/N fell down,feeling for his pulse.

“He’s breathing. He’s just out”, Damon said, looking down at him. “They must have crashed the table on him. Let him rest for a minute”.

Y/N looked into his pale face, smeared blood on his temple. Her heart shrank for a second, and a painful grasp crumpled her from the inside.

“God, what was that”, Caroline whimpered. Her face was cut, but was regenrating quickly, little cuts sucking inside and leaving behind uneven traces of blood. Her bright yellow dress was torn. Elena walked around, her quiet steps rhythmical, and her hair was just as messed up. Her face was blank, like a blind kitten’s.

Y/N moved her feet one after another absently, observing what happened to the place in five minutes. The bodies were laying everywhere. Throats torn, limbs twisted, like an army of demons came and brutalized them; they were barely recognizable. Ric sat at the bar on the sole uncracked stool, and held his bleeding head in his hands. Bonnie wrapped her hands around his palms and tried to see the wound. She gave Y/N a look of despair, her green eyes watering. A feeling of utter mortal horror froze in the air. What it took, seconds earlier, to bring that inhuman rage, now clawed them all apart like sheep. The place started reeking blood.

Something caught her eye, and Y/N felt bitter wave of blood coming up to her throat. A torn white knitted jacket was spread across the floor; her face, as she lay dead, did not seem plain anymore. Martha Hopps had a gaping hole in her chest, and her heart was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes were open, and there were exactly three specks of blood on her forehead.

“This one tried to bite my head off”, Damon murmured gravely, following her glance. He questioned the look in her eyes.

“Look again”, Y/N whispered, but the vampire was quicker than her. Standing with his hand scratching his face, he suddenly widened his eyes, realization coming to him like liquid lead. There was a deep groan and a heavy sigh.

“God dam-” Mal said, stepping up to them. Y/N looked at him, unable to move.

Mal’s lower jaw dropped, and his black eyes stared right at Martha’s body.

“You killed her”, he whispered. Damon gave him a blank look. All the color drained from Mal like he suddenly turned into a paper boy. He walked on slowly, ignorant of the necks and palms centimeters from the soles of his blood-covered Converses; he collapsed on the floor and took her head as gently as if she was made of paper, too. The muscles of his neck strained as he stared down at her bloodless face.

Y/N was paralyzed. It was the worst moment of her life, that was. She felt like her arms were about to fall off. Behind them, Caroline gasped and put her hands to her mouth, and Bonnie gave Mal a look of utter horror.

“You took her away”, Mal sat on the floor and put Martha’s head on his knee. “You took away my girl from me”.

For a second everybody, even the incredibly old vampire Damon Salvatore, with his brother, a certified ripper, at his side, thought something would happen. The way Mal looked him straight in the eye, with this severe, chilly gaze full of hatred, was almost inhuman. Y/N saw a creature before her, which transformed from a person, and into a beast. His face was triangle, his eyes were burning with blackest fire, swarming spiders in the depths of his threat; his neck pulsated with blood, as if he was ready to spring and destroy.

But as Damon stood there, without a word, Mal took a deep sigh, and sobbed a little, but then the sob turned into a laugh.

The scariest part was when he started laughing. Y/N knew this kind of thing; she discovered a weird type of defensive mechanism in her when she heard her great-grandma has passed away. She was only eleven back then. She remembered she was wearing a yellow turtleneck and a green skirt. Mum told her, sitting on her knees, that great-grandma died in the hospital. The old woman who taught her all children poetry she remembered. And Y/N started laughing. She laughed, and laughed, until she began screaming, her face like a white mask, and her own voice sounded like a wolf wail. She was laughing, tears streaming down her face, and couldn’t stop until her mother slapped her so hard she fell on her back and choked on her laughter.

Mal was laughing while staring at the Salvatores, and his crazy black eyes glimmered like two coals. Y/N rushed to him, afraid he would break her; scared he would catch her as she falls next to him, and snap her neck, like vampires do. But he didn’t seem to notice her. He was holding Martha’s body and laughing, until she grabbed him by the neck, trying not to put her knee on his girlfriend’s chest. She put his head to the nape of her neck and his laughter got muffled. Elena’s face expressed dread. She held him, while he held Martha, until he stopped laughing and sighed, like a child in their sleep. And started crying.

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[judeloski]

💀  * [ ella purnell + demi female + she/her ] —— have you met judith ‘jude’ loski? they are a twenty-one year old junior currently studying fine arts. they live on farrow house, and word around campus is that this capricorn is creative + magnetic, as well as contradictory + morbid. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. a skull pattern stained onto fine china, flowers plucked too soon, red wine staining the seam of your lips.  [ ooc: pepper. twenty four. she/her & est. ]

ABOUT THE MUN.  hey baby, hey baby, hey baby, hey baby, here’s twenty dollars!

hello it is pepper again with my second muse because i have no self control. depending on whether or not i can handle this amount of muses i might drop one but for now i am hype!! i have had jude living rent free in my head for like ??? a year at least, and this is the first time i’ve gotten to play her so i’m living large! the entire inspiration behind her is inspired by my creative writing teacher in uni so this is a shout out to you jen i love you!! okay that is all. 

BIO.  kidnapping tw, death tw, child neglect tw. holiday candles that smell just like your years as a feral child in the forest!

i was gonna write a nice sexy bio but honestly my brain is offline rn so i don’t think that’s gonna happen, instead, welcome to these sexy bullet points. 

judith evianna loski was born approximately two minutes prior to her twin sister juliette elenora loski during a frightful blizzard in londan, england. while judith popped out of her mother kicking and screaming bloody murder from day one, moment one, juliette was a docile baby. she was so sweet and quiet that the doctor’s had to check her breathing more than once. while, of course jude made her presence, and her posession of a working set of lungs and killer set of vocal chords, known to everyone within a ten kilometre radius. let’s just say the loskis knew the difference between their daughters instantly. 

which was fine. jude and julie liked being different anyways. where jude was colour coded green, julie was colour coded blue. while julie was always thrilled at the prospect of a new dress or doll, jude was known for covering such gifts in mud or paint until they were utterly recognizable or suitably ruined. where julie was sweet, and quiet, and shy, jude could fill a room with just her presence, could make a friend in a sea of strangers. the fact was, jude always had what julie lacked, and for the most part vice versa. they fit together like two puzzle pieces, and they complimented each other perfectly. and despite their differences, both their parents adored them unconditionally, and equally for the first six years of their lives. 

which of course meant the girls were spoiled rotten. how could they not be? damon loski was an english gentleman coming from very old, very lucrative oil money. he ran his business like a hobby and yet the loskis still had more than enough money to buy an island or two, especially considering annette’s status. annette loski was a french photographer, and a talented one at that. her work was desperately sought after and world renowned for it’s beauty, and so in her own right, annette was more than well off. and thus, the twins were more than well off, and even if they couldn’t quite understand the concept of that yet, they definitely understood that they could have whatever they wanted just by asking for it. they understood that wherever they went they were to be accompanied by a nice man or woman who was supposed to keep them safe. and they understood that because of mummy and daddy’s jobs they weren’t allowed to play like the other kids did. but as young as jude and julie were they never truly understood why.

that was until three weeks after the girl’s sixth birthday. jude remembers the whole thing like it was yesterday. it was snowing that day and it was that thick puffy snow that made everything seem quiet, the kind that made it hard to see too far ahead on the path you were trekking. the loski twins had taken advantage of the weather to slip between the fingers of their caretaker for the first time and go to the local park. their escape with thrilling, a game of espionage turned reality and the two girls basked in their victory as they made snow angels and twirled and twirled in the snow. that was the day jude had set out to swing higher than she ever had before and demanded that julie watch. and her sweet sister, as submissive as she was, had never quite learned how to say no to jude. so while jude swung and swung and swung, julie stood and watched her from across the park by herself, eyes wide and innocent as she warmed up her numb fingers with her breath. until she wasn’t. alone that is. jude remembers spotting the woman approaching julie. she remember seeing them talking. she remembers the warm clouds her own breath made, almost in sync with the breaths huffing past her sisters lips, foggy up the air before her eyes and obscuring her view. she remembers julie taking the woman’s hand. she remembers the two of them moving to leave the park. and she will never forget that heart stopping moment of quiet, of confusion and fear as her swing slowly came to a stop. she remembers losing julie in the blur of the snow that day.

eventually the police found jude huddled under a tree a block away, still calling her sister’s name into that eerily quiet snow storm, blue lipped and half frozen to death as she shook like a leaf. jude came out of that experience with phemonia. julie didn’t come out of that experience at all. 

well, in all honesty there was no way for the loski’s to know that. after all, they never saw julie again. for all jude knew, her sister could be alive and well, living a new happy life where she had no memory of having a sister. where she had a family that was whole for no reason other than she doesn’t remember it falling apart, and where she loved and was loved in return. it was always so easy to love julie. so honestly, it was entirely possible. 

jude would like to believe that was true. even if in that scenario it would undoubtedly mean that jude got the short end of the stick. 

you see, after julie’s kidnapping anette and damon’s marriage fell to pieces over the years. the trauma of losing a child can do that to you, you know. during that time, as her parents bond splintered apart at the seams, jude remembers hearing her grandmother tell her mother to keep it together for jude. to stick out out for the child she had left. 

her mother left them both in the middle of the night without warning less than a week later. so, jude supposes she wasn’t quite enough to hold things together. 

jude might have been comforted by the fact that she still had her father if he could even look her in the eye. the fact was, jude looked exactly like julie and julie and jude were always both told they were dead ringers for their mother. jude was a physical reminder of literally everything her father had lost, and he didn’t take that quite well. suddenly damon’s hobby of a job became his life. anything to not be home with his ghost of a daughter. 

now the doom and gloom of all this might make it seem like jude took all this trauma and just got really down in the dumps about it. that would be incorrect. jude took that trauma, buried it very deep and only ever used it to fuel her art but otherwise completely ignored it altogether. there’s a difference. one option requires years of therapy and the other can be dealt with pretty easily with years of denial, even if you’re forced to go to therapy anyways because your twin sister was kidnapped in front of you and that kind of thing generally gets you a ticket to therapy for life. very different. 

jude isn’t sure if it was that trauma, her parents name, the fact that the news of her sister’s kidnapping was pretty spread all over europe for about a month, or even unlikely enough her talent that launched her art career, but something did. maybe it was a combination of everything. but either way, jude loski was able to find herself with her own small art gallery opening at the tender age of thirteen. and her success in the art world only grew from their, her art galleries and portfolio growing and growing until the point that jude was able to find herself with a place at holloway. and considering there wasn’t much left for her in england anyways, considering her father barely spoke to her and her mother was gone like the wind, jude decided to go. 

and that’s all i got for now, and also i’m tired but if you want to plot give this a like and i will slide into your dms.

HEADCANNONS.  *aggressively makes tea*

here is her pinterest board. 

do not call her judy,  

hates her birthday and hates snow storms understandably. is a big fan of rain though. particularly enjoys thunder storms. 

is allergic to bees but is super chill about it. had an allergic reaction when she was fourteen that her dad was too busy on a business call to notice was happening. the nanny ended up being the one to stab her with the epipen. 

has pretty bad nightmares and night terrors sometimes and hence generally likes to sleep when the sun is out if she sleeps at all. because of that she tends to seem pretty nocturnal. you can probably catch her at the library in the middle of the night. 

loves weird little knicknacks. like voodoo dolls and like shrunken heads or like other weird stuff you find in the corners of antique shops and stuff. her side of her dorm is probably full of them so rip to her roommate. 

really loves skulls and other modern kind of contradictory things on fine china. learnt to make the designs herself cause there isn’t nearly enough of them, but she just does it for herself as a hobby like she doesn’t sell them or anything. 

learnt to weld on a whim. catch jude in her dorm welding things to make sculptures out of metal. 

bisexual as hell theydies. 

spent a lot of her teenage years with her godmother but i’m too tired to get into that rn i might add to this later

loves poetry and novels, but likes the flowery shit yk, the stuff that makes you feel something. 

is a good student for the most part but is horrible in math and science. sits in on english and classics courses for fun though. 

is v english and therefore very particular about her tea. 

i do headcannon that julie is fine and okay and just living that finding carter life so if anyone was wondering yeah she’s out there somewhere and alive with a new kidnapper mom yk 

a bit witchy. the kind who washes her door in rosemary and sunwater because she believes in that kind of thing and doesn’t understand why people don’t. that said, she doesn’t believe in god even a little bit but she goes to church every sunday anyways just to admire the stained glass and ask very specific questions to spark debate. she also just genuinely likes the vibe of jesus. not god, but jesus, she’s cool with. 

unfortunately is a dirty smoker. smokes nicotine and weed. probably vapes. 

the type to quote poetry when she’s drunk or high. can be very annoying because she always thinks that she’s like transcended into another world. 

i have a feeling in my heart that she’s really bizarre and she was really bizarre as a child after losing julie. big lilo from lilo and stitch vibes yk. just weird and sentimental and lonely. 

has a pet rabbit named julius. 

doesn’t tend to talk about her dead missing sister so unless you think your muse would know about it she probably wouldn’t tell them i’m ngl 

as for personality i have no clue!!! this is my first time playing her so i’m gonna figure it out yk

WANTED CONNECTIONS. I kinda need a hug but I’d rather DIE than let anyone know I am a human being that desperately craves intimacy

CHILDHOOD FRIEND. please. they can be from anywhere okay i will make it work i live for childhood friend connections. 

ENEMIES. i mean why not 

BEST FRIENDS. again, pls.

CONFIDANTES. someone she trusts, we love to see it 

EXES. i have a feeling that jude is one of those ‘i’m gonna leave before you leave me’ kind of people, so she definitely could have self sabotaged this kind of thing

MUSE. self explanatory but consider this: please. 

CRUSH. jude has a crush on your muse or vice versa

FAMILY FRIEND. self explanatory, but it could be wild that’s all i’m saying. 

and other stuff ofc, but my brain is so tired y’all i have to knock out

#holloway.intro #j.l. | bio. #i am so tired #i am gonna send out some plotting messages tho

[saved101234]

AMYCUS CARROW \ THE F I R S T TWIN

full name: Amycus Ulysses Carrow

age: 19

birthday: 24 April 1957

birthplace: London, England

where were they raised: London, England

languages spoken: English..

education: Private homeschooling on the basics. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry since September 1971.

zodiac sign: Tarus

nationality: English

height: 6′1″

eye colour: blue

hair colour: brown

family: Caius Carrow ( Father ) ; Porpentia Carrow ( nee Borgin; Mother ) ; Amycus Carrow ( Twin )

year: 7th year

house: Ravenclaw

fc: Douglas Booth

POINTS BELOW:

Amycus is the older sibling of the Carrow twins, born exactly 17 minutes before his sister made her appearance into the world. 

Their parents had been less than kind in their upbringing. While most pureblooded children might’ve been inane to the idea of simply accepting their lives without further guidance than word of mouth, their father had them reading every last book. Dissecting and discovering all that dark magic could offer.

Caius discovered very early on that Amycus had developed through birth the natural ability to be inclined to Legilimency. The art of reading minds was something that wasn’t just alluring to their father, it was a non-negotiable of his son to learn the art, perfect it. Become a weapon. Amycus’ spent nights neatly bound to a chair as his father pushed him further and further to unwind the boy’s mind, teaching him to lock it and open others. For many years it was successful, Amycus only responded in fear and bravery. If their father focused on Amycus, forcing him into the submissive state where his mind was innocently read and all his thoughts exposed. If he did it, then Caius would leave Alecto alone.

His twin. There was no one higher, no one more important, no one Amycus loved more than Alecto. She was his deal breaker, he was the one he would’ve followed into the pits of hell. She was the one he would’ve only taken opinion from, the only one he would’ve never tapped into her mind, even with someone holding a wand to his head. He’d seek death sooner than betray his sister’s loyalties. Because they were one within the other, broken together, hand in hand as children. 

Their suffering ended, finally, with the raise of Alecto’s wand. With the skillful tact of all that Amycus repressed, finding himself woven inside of his father’s mind. It’d been the first, and only time, he was able to tap and recreate a scenario where he felt he was caged until they could bind him within the terrors of the dungeon he once forced them into, caged children. It’d been still the only time Amycus managed this, enough so that when the veil was pulled back, when their father saw two sixteen year old’s standing before him, there was panic and fear. His screams pierced the night, for every time his childen had been broken at his hand, and Amycus sat back, admiring the work of his sister. It was a shame, in Amycus’ mind. Caius Carrow forgot when you locked someone long enough, they became justified, feral beasts. 

Freedom was something that rang out to the orphaned teenagers. Something only they understood the sweet gift it was. After the death of their parents, the allegiance sworn to the Dark Lord, children marked to their loyalty. Amycus did it because Alecto did it. Because to be by her side, even in the qualms of death, was what he was made to do. 

His gifts subsided because Amycus’ mind had been battered beyond belief. Being a Legilimens was not as easy as considered, it was exhausting. His mind was tuning, breaking layers, finding himself woven into the thoughts of another could be mentally and physically exhausting for someone as dark, twisted and shattered as he. There has been rumour that he is a mind reader of sorts, but those closest to Amycus, or those within their most inner circle would know the truth. There are very few within the school that he won’t tap into the mind of, and a good chunk of the time, he still won’t unless asked or provoked for some personal gain, as it’s a draining experience at times. He’s still re-teaching himself many things within the art he mentally blocked out after the abuse of his father.

To protect themselves within the wizarding community, as the eldest Carrow now living, Marcellus Mulciber approached Amycus in regards to the betrothal of his dearest lifeline, his sister to Damon, his best friend. Unlike all others, if it was anyone else, Amycus would’ve spat in the face of the man, cursed his skin to boil off his body and watch him writhe on the floor. But there was an understated respect. Damon was the only one he could trust around his sister. His sister could rid Damon of his demonic father if Damon listened enough to Amycus’ demonic sister. That was why Amycus agreed to the match.

Amycus is a Ravenclaw because he’s the mastermind behind motions made by the Carrow twins. Two skilled executioners within their wits, Amycus was one who loved to play with the mind, shatter the person from the inside out, and his sister from the outside in. Amycus loves to snap someone’s mind, and watch them beg for mercy, to be released of the horros only they could see from within. He’s not stupid, he finds intelligence extremely important and takes his education seriously, but is more mindful of the eyes watching him, tossing neglect. All he can be accused of being is simply a Carrow. 

As the eldest, the bearer of his name, Amycus is not engaged (because he’s an edgy bitch who wants the Carrow name to die just to fuck over his father once and for all) but will probably once he leaves Hogwarts or he finds a mind to break fast enough to his will and do as he pleases. 

Amycus had no intentions of entering the Ministry, but he does finish school and get a job as an Oblivator. He uses his position to benefit the Dark Lord’s regime within Wartime.

Amycus skirts Azkaban after the first war when he plants within the Aurors coming to get him the ideal that he was not as corrupted as he was. By this point, his skills with Legilimency was very good. With his talent, he went right back to work under the impression his name had been cleared, and played coy for the fourteen years before Voldemort’s return. During this time, Amycus tended to Alecto, helping her raise her twins with Damon in an effort to avoid the upbringing he and his sister had. Amycus was still intent on keeping them along the lines they all believed: purity above all.

Amycus did not participate within the Battle of the Department of Mysteries but he did participate heavily within the Battle of Hogwarts after regaining consciousness from the fight between Snape and Professor McGonagall. At the end of it, Amycus was exposed. 

He was not given a trial due to the mark found on his arm, his sworn allegiance and was immediately sentenced to the Dementor’s kiss, to rot completely within Azkaban for the rest of his days.

#hcs* #abuse tw

[polygamyff]

24. Part 5

I am not dropping this, I will see him “Robyn why don’t you let them do what they need, just stop and relax. You need to go home and be there for Reign if your mother can’t settle her, stop this” my dad doesn’t understand “if this was mom you wouldn’t be just sat here would you?” my dad just stared at me, not a word spoken “exactly, so please” getting up from the seat, I need to see him. Malik is stressing in the corner but I need to do my thing, I can get there but I don’t have my work pass. God, this is a mess. I hate this department with the life of me, emergency department is just a mess in general. Now being here not as a worker, I see why people hate it. Walking towards the reception “Robyn! Did you bring the baby already?” Rachel said gleaming in happiness but I look and feel like death “no, listen I need to know where Damon is?” Rachel’ face dropped seeing the look in my eyes, the stress, the worry, the hurt “is everything ok?” shaking my head “I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but the man I love is on that unit. I need to see him” my voice broke “they said no visitors, but I can’t” Rachel looked taken a back “oh god, who is it? I didn’t know?” I am shaking “Maurice, Maurice Davenport” Rachel touched my hand “I am so sorry, I will check the system. See where Damon is and see what we can do. I didn’t know who you was with, I knew you was pregnant” Rachel looked back on the computer “it’s not even been a full twenty four hours, we only just bought our daughter back and now we are here” I hope she tell me something “that is awful Robyn, oh my god. You’re not having a good time are you? So, I have found him. He is in intensive care so they are looking after him, Damon is” she paused “he is here” she looked behind me, turning around “Robyn, I will keep you updated. Please don’t worry” Damon is going to help me.

Damon looks tired, but it’s the norm working on this department “come, let’s just talk here. In this room” following behind Damon, he is taking me to the place where we hide from doing actual work “I am shock you’re here? Like seriously shocked, shouldn’t you be resting?” walking into the room, it’s mostly a stock room where we stock everything “resting? Damon, I have had the worst night, morning and afternoon. Starting from my daughter not sleeping unless I held her, I need you to get me in the room with him, I know he is in intensive care. He has just arrived but please, you don’t know what I have been through” I am trying to not cry, I paused as I took in a deep breath “I just did CPR on the love of my life, I witnessed the man I love dying in front of me. I kept him alive by doing mouth to mouth, I continued to do so until the paramedics came. Every last breath in me was going to him, you don’t say what I can’t do. So please Damon, he means everything to me” Damon just stared at me in shock, I don’t think he knows what to say to me “I-” he said “wow, I am so sorry to hear. That sounds awful” nodding my head as tears filled my eyes “you don’t know how broken I am, I have not slept right, I have not had the chance to enjoy my family and now the man I love is on that bed. I dreamt he was dying, he was in my head Damon. And guess what, I was losing him. Please” Damon swallowed hard “that is so deep, you got my heart” Damon just hugged me “that is deep, I’ll take you. Fuck it” I need to be close to him.

This whole department gives me the shudders, the people that need the care and are closer to death and that what scares me “let me check the bed number” I wish they give him his own room but they won’t until he is safe to do so, if they keep him in his room and something happens they might miss it so I get why. I can’t stop shaking, I can’t stop it “come” Damon touched my shoulder “found him, and his notes. Well paperwork” I am getting glares by people in here just because they know I work here but I am really not in work uniform “I will read them while you can see him, you need to stop shaking so much. He is in the best place” I know that but I can’t stop it, I am just so shook “here he is” Damon walked ahead of me, pushing the curtain back “you’re not going to faint with seeing this right?” shaking my head “is it bad?” I asked “no, but to you maybe” Damon pulled the curtain all the way back open, my heart tightened. My lower lip quivered, I never wanted to see the love of my life like this, his arms, face all filled with tubes “why are they using a machine to help him breath”? He can breathe?” walking by Damon, look how unwell he looks “oh my heart” I said, placing my hand over my mouth.

Everytime I close my eyes, the thought of Maurice not being here hits me. He was gone, touching his shoulder “you can’t leave me Maurice, we have so much to do together. You can’t do this to me, I would give you my last breath” I swallowed back the sob that was ready to leave me “ok reading his notes, they are finding it hard to get his records. Medical records but for now. They are preparing him for a blood transfusion, Maurice has lack of oxygen, that would be the reason for the machine, shallow breathing which we both know is touch and go. This is precaution, they did get a response from him, not sure what we was said or done. He needs new blood inside of him and quick, the sickle cells are causing blockages. Ok so, he is stable Robyn, once the transfusion is done he will be fine” staring at Damon “how sure can you be of that?” Damon closed the folder “I am praying for you, I don’t know him personally. Saw him once, or maybe more but the love you have is admirable and I praying he pulls through” looking down “thank you” I said in a whisper, just to hear someone praying for him.

I have seen him now, not that I can rest but I can just sit and wait like my dad wanted me too “I will be around and if any changes I will tell you ok?” Damon said at the side of me “thank you, I will just sit my ass down now” pushing the door open to the waiting area “Shawn” I breathed out in shock “how? You came here so quick” Shawn hugged me ever so quickly “as soon as I heard, I am here. Please tell me? Is he ok?” Shawn placed his hands on my shoulders just staring at me, hoping I saw something good “he’s stable, he died in my arms. I, I just did what I had to do to keep him ok. He is in the best place” I am so very cried out “hello, hi. I am Maurice’ lawyer Wade, he is breathing” I don’t know who this is “I had to bring him, fuck. He’s so stupid” Shawn turned away “I told him, I said it to him. My last words, look after yourself, I had this feeling. Fuck!” things are about to get confusing now “Malik, what is crazy doing?” Shawn said to Malik “dad, he is on the jet” Shawn nodded his head “Robyn, just stay by me” this lawyer got in Shawn’ way “you’re Robyn? Robyn Willis? Reign-Texas Davenport is your daughter. I am aware of you both, nice to meet yourself” shaking his hand “anyways, like I was saying. Maurice will want me to look after you, so please stay with me on this. I don’t want you to be exposed to the family. That is how Maurice would want it, this can get messy in a way of. The extended family don’t know, this is when he can get in deep shit and he is not here. Just please don’t be offended by it. I don’t want anyone upsetting you either” nodding my head “same Robyn, I got you. My brother loves you so I will protect what he loves” they are about to make me cry again.

I am so stuck between being here and my daughter at home “Terry, what are you doing here?” looking over at the door, my mom walked in with a car seat in hand “I bought everything with me, she needs her mother Robyn. There is only so much I can do” I am sat here thinking about my daughter and here she is “seeing as you won’t come home she is here, I am also worried but you have a baby to think of here. A newborn that needs you” my mom placed the car seat in front of me “has she always been awake?” my daughter is awake, her tiny eyes all wide eyed “little miss nosey” she is all snuggle in the car seat, instantly thought back to when Maurice said he couldn’t pick her out of this, I can only imagine how much that hurt him. Thinking back he didn’t actually pick her up physically, he was always given her in his arms “I have missed your tiny face” pressing a kiss to her cheek before I held Reign close to me “what is she like, got you all wrapped up like it’s cold” god, I have missed my daughter so much “this is Reign? Reign-Texas?” Maurice’ lawyer was quick to walk over to me “oh wow, she is so pretty. Congratulations. He was so excited about becoming a dad, he walked into my office. Switched it all up, we spent at least two hours, going through everything, every scenario to get it right. She is very much loved, he said to me if I don’t see my daughter or I die, no matter what, it goes to her. I tried to talk him out of it because she is a baby but he said Robyn will be the person to help” it makes me sick to hear such things because he is actually ill.

Waiting game, it’s awful. Just waiting around for answers, have they given him the transfusion or not or are they still waiting. Damon said he would only update if something changes “they here” Maik got up from his seat, he has been on the seat worrying “Marquis?” Shawn got up also “Malik, don’t let him come here. You need to just toughen up nigga, Robyn, that bodyguard call him” placing Reign over my shoulder, watching from the window as his father abruptly stopped walking, his mother and Nalah are here. There is a few others here actually “what happened to my son Malik!? Where is he?” Marquis shouted at Malik “he’s here trying to get better, I can’t help him with his medication can I?” Malik said to him “yes the fuck you can! You do nothing but follow him, under his shadow and you can’t even take care of him” passing Reign to my dad “face away from them, I don’t want any one of them seeing her” Marquis looked into the room, his stare caught mine. Walking slowly closer, just behind Shawn “what is she doing here? You know what, I want to see my son!” oh god no, poor Damon “you, where is my son? I want him transferred, somewhere better” Damon stared at Marquis “who is your son?” he asked “Maurice, where is he? Malik where is he!?” Malik is getting it in the neck, Nalah walked around her family to come into the room “where happened to him?” she asked straight away, I didn’t want to speak about such things again but I will have too.

Shawn stood in front of the door of the waiting room “your dad wants us gone?” I asked Nalah “yes, he said you’re his mistress. You’re a secret, he’s a fool. I won’t let him see her” Nalah said “in real terms Robyn. You have all the power in your hands to remove his dad” Wade said to me “I don’t want any power, all I want is Maurice better. I am not using such things to a man that can be malicious. I just want my daughter away from him, Nalah. Don’t let your dad be mean to Malik. It’s upsetting, I know he is keeping him at bay but he is blaming Malik like Maurice isn’t the stupid one in this” Nalah sighed out “I get it, but he doesn’t. I want to give you some advice, my niece. I would be more than happy to babysit her but I want her to be home and not here for people to see, any tiny bit of hair they will say something or sell something on. She is so beautiful and has got Maurice in her a lot” I love to hear that my daughter looks like her dad.

#chrianna #chrianna ff #fanfic #fanfiction

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

I’ve Got a Plan

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, Damon Salvatore x Reader (frenemy)

Requested by: Anon-  Okay I don't know if you're taking requests but I've been listening to Billie Eilish's Bad Guy on repeat all day and I cant stop seeing a whole scenario. Reader is trying to get Elijah to see shes into him but he's either oblivious or unwilling so she goes and parties/dances (suggestively?) with Damon and then jealousy kicks in. The thirst is real and I love protective/jealous Elijah.

Word Count: 5.5K

Warnings:  Drinking (Alcohol and a bit of blood), jealousy, possessiveness, thoughts of killing a character, you know the usual XD 

Author’s Note: Y’all, this got away from me. I wasn’t expecting to write this much for this one, but it happened.  I blame all the ideas that clouded my head once I read the request. I do hope this is what you had in mind Nonnie. Enjoy. 

(Gif Credit goes to rightful owner!)

For a vampire that has been alive for almost 900 years, you knew that most of the emotions that you felt would just be a fleeting moment. Many of which you couldn’t care less about. Love was the only emotion that you tried to not feel. You knew the emotions and the memories that came with it could have long lasting affect if things ever went badly. Especially when life seemed infinite as a vampire. 

It was probably why you had found it easier to keep a hold onto the darker things in life. You thrived as a vampire compared to the helpless human you had been before your death. This new life had changed your perspective on so many things. You made it so that those that knew your name would tremble in fear. You took what you wanted and survived through the centuries doing just that. 

That was until you met a certain Original. For one that was used to causing chaos and destruction in your wake, he made you feel different. The feelings you had told yourself that you would never feel, they dug their way in and it scared you to no end. But you let them in hoping that it wasn’t just you feeling that way. 

No matter what feelings had taken hold within your heart, they no longer mattered in this moment to you. You wanted nothing more than to forget the emotions that went with the name. To forget the memories that went with the face. Just for a few hours anyway. It wasn’t exactly like you can completely forget about the man you had known for more than half your existence.

But you were right there on the edge, about to say to hell with everything. That was obvious with the with the number of refills you had with in the last hour of the glass of whiskey sitting in front of you. It was a chance to drown your sorrows before taking your leave. Because if you didn’t leave, you knew you’d be prone to causing a bit of bloodshed without any care. 

We can't.

Why are you fighting this?

You know why, Y/N. It never ends well and things are better left as they are.

The memory of the words that had been said hours ago played on an endless loop in your mind. If it was possible to hear a heart shatter, it happened in that moment when you stormed out of the Mansion and found yourself headed towards the Mystic Grill.

While you had hoped that it would be almost empty, that way you could ignore what little people were there and get lost in a bottle, it was the opposite. The place was packed with locals. But being the only bar in town, you stayed needing some form of alcohol in your system.

The music was loud and the bass could be felt from the moment you had entered the place. The areas that usually held the tables and chairs, along with the area that held the pool tables, had been converted into the dance floor. The booths left untouched to give space for those that wish to sit or eat. The Grill looked like a completely different place compared to what it looked like yesterday. 

Where you currently sat at the bar, is where you had been for the last few hours. You hadn't minded just sitting there. No one dared to bother you, especially when it only took a bit of compulsion to get them to easily leave you alone. 

You made the decision that tonight would be your last night in Mystic Falls. You felt as though you no longer had any real reason to stay. That your presence would just make things more complicated than it already had been. With the pain that was currently residing in your chest, you figured it would just be better to leave this place behind and move on to somewhere new.

"You look like someone just murdered your pet bunny in front of you." Damon's voice broke the thoughts that had been on a continuous loop in your head.  

Your Y/E/C eyes looked towards him. His signature smirk was plastered on his face as he took a seat next to you. Unlike the rest of the people in this town, you were somewhat friends with Damon. You had been for decades.

"No, but you are very close." You said with a shrug before bringing the glass up to your lips and taking a drink. The alcohol burned your throat as it went down and you welcomed it. Anything to distract you from the hurt.

"Let me guess," He said as he signaled the bartender to bring himself and you a drink. "You're all mopey because one of your diabolical plans to take over the town fell through."

You were by no means one of Mystic Falls’ favorite visiting vampires, that had been obvious. You had killed your fair share of locals during your stay in town the last few months. You’ve been threatened and shot at, but for how old you were, you weren’t easily taken down. Every time they attacked you, you retaliated in some way, causing them to take a step back. 

On a scale of Damon to Klaus in the not giving a damn scale of who you killed, you were right in between them. Okay, maybe closer to the Klaus end of the spectrum if you had to be honest. You could continue to go on as you had, but eventually there would be no one in the town left to do anything. Though once the Mikaelsons began to settle into the town, you were asked to reign in your usual antics by Elijah and Klaus. They didn't exactly want you to ruin the plans they had during their stay in this town.

"Ha!" You scoffed shaking your head. "Guess again." You wished it had been that some scheme of yours had fallen to pieces. Hell you wished it had been anything other than what the real reason was.

Before Damon could even joke around again, he watched as your shoulders slumped the moment the front doors opened. He watched as your eyes seemed to fill with tears before you looked away, hoping the tears wouldn’t escape. When his attention turned towards the door, he watched Elijah and Klaus walk in and make their way towards the opposite corner of the place.

"Ah, I get it now." He said before looking back over at you. "After all the flirting you had been doing the other night at the ball, things didn't go where you thought they would."

You suddenly found the bottom of your glass to be fascinating, not wanting to acknowledge that Damon could just as easily put things together. But then again, when hadn't he? He may have been more of a frenemy to you, but you both knew each other pretty well.

Where you had told him how he should move on from his obsession with Katherine, Damon had always given you advice as well. He just didn't know at the time that he was giving you advice about a certain Original vampire. At least it wasn't until the ball Esther had thrown that Damon had begun putting two and two together.

"He made it very clear that it would be a bad idea." You sighed softly. You hated even thinking about the conversation or how much it got to you. But the words had been said and there was nothing that could be done about them. "After all these years he's still more concerned about what happens to that brother of his than his own happiness.”

“His loss.” He shrugged his shoulders before picking up the glass in front of him and taking a drink. 

While he would usually find the information you were giving him to take down the enemy, this was you he was currently talking to. Damon had very few friends and while the two of you would easily be on opposite sides when it came to the people in this town, you were a friend more or less. He wasn’t going to tell his group of friends that the way to get Elijah to do something was currently sitting next to him. You were his friend first before the others were. 

“It's why I’m leaving town.” You brought your glass up to your lips to finish off the liquid before grabbing the fresh glass that had been placed in front of you. You down the liquid quickly before placing the glass back on the bar. 

“You’re really going to leave town over him?” There was a bit of hurt in his voice that you had picked up on. “Why not stay for a friend?”

A chuckle passed your lips. “Oh Damon, we both know I have a short fuse. My current emotions are playing with that fuse. One wrong move to piss me off and-”

“We’d have a blood bath on our hands because of that lit fuse.” Damon said with a slight nod. 

“Your friends wouldn’t like that very much.” You said with a shrug. “Then again this town could use a change.”

“Don’t even think about it.” A huff passed his lips as he looked over at you. "What made you reign in that lovely personality of yours that I enjoyed so much?"

"What made you reign in yours?" You asked as you gave him a knowing look. 

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"Fraternizing with the enemy." Klaus said as he took a seat in the booth. "I must say she's got some guts."

Elijah really didn’t see the point in coming to the Mystic Grill when Klaus had asked him to accompany him. It wasn’t like they enjoyed coming to the place like the rest of the locals did. The awful music that played through the place was enough to make him wish he had stayed back and let Klaus go alone. 

But Klaus had mentioned needing to keep an eye on a particular set of people. Elijah had summed it down to Klaus really only wanting to keep an eye on Caroline. Yet as he looked around, she and her friends were nowhere to be seen.

"They've been friends for decades Niklaus." Elijah said annoyed as he took his seat across from his brother. "Her loyalties have been established upon your decision to move in to the neighborhood."

Klaus laughed and shook his head as he looked towards his brother. "Are you sure those loyalties haven't changed after the lovers spat the two of you had a few hours ago?"

Elijah's stiffened in his spot before looking over towards his brother. While Elijah had believed that the conversation you two had was safe from prying ears, he didn't think his brother would have thought of trying to listen in on it. Yet Klaus was telling him he knew about it. 

"That was a private conversation." He noted almost glaring at Klaus. 

"Oh I wasn't listening in." Klaus said with a shrug. "It's just hard to ignore the fact Y/N looked rather upset leaving. In all the time we’ve known her, I’ve never seen her like that. Pissed off maybe." He shrugged as he looked over at you. “But never like this. I must say, it’s not a good look on her. ”

Elijah sighed as he shook his head. He hated the words that had left his mouth earlier. He wanted nothing more than to return the feelings that you were expressing to him, but he couldn't. He couldn't bring you into this life of his. He saw first hand what happened to the women that he loved. He refused to see the same thing happen to you. 

So he pushed you away. He saw the hurt in your eyes the moment he had said the words. He watched as the light of hope your eyes held had dimmed. He hurt you in a way that he had told himself he never would. 

His attention turned towards you and Damon. He could see the way your head was hanging as you looked at your drink, your finger lightly running along the rim of the glass. Even as you spoke to Damon there was a slight pout on your lips. He wanted nothing more than to get up from his seat and go over there to speak with you. To make sure that things between the two of you were okay. But he fought himself on leaving the very spot he sat in. 

Klaus had been right though. The way you currently looked wasn’t something he was used to seeing on you. Your personality reminded him of a lot of Klaus from time to time. You were ready to take on the world if it meant you got what you wanted. The confidence you usually displayed was nowhere to be seen as you sat at the bar with Damon.

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Damon shook his head slightly as he looked over towards where Klaus and Elijah currently were. While it was only for a moment, he couldn't tell what it was that they were doing there. But if the party that was going around them was any indication, they might have been there to enjoy it as well.

It was when Damon’s attention turned back to you that an idea came to his mind. He just had to get you to agree to it without giving you details. "What if I told you there was a way to get him to change his mind about the whole thing?”

You rolled your eyes. "What are you going to do? Go over there and convince him to be with me, I highly doubt that would work."

A smirk grew on Damon's face as he stood from his seat. He held out his hand towards you. Your eyebrow rose as you looked at him do so. With the slight tilt of his head gesturing the dance floor you began shaking your head at him.

"No, not happening." You protested before reaching for your glass, disappointed to find it empty, again.

"Just trust me on this." The smirk had disappeared on his face, leaving a small smile. "I've got a plan."

You eyed him for a moment before finally nodding. While you had no idea what this plan of his was, there was a part of you that was all for it. It wasn't like anything could get any worse than they already were. 

The moment you placed your hand in his, Damon pulled you up from your seat and lead you to the dance floor. As he did, you swore you could feel eyes on you the whole time. But you didn't want to look around to find the source. Not that you had to, you just knew that it was Elijah.

As you reached an open spot, Damon had began to dance to the music that had been playing through the speakers. You had stood there to yourself, not really sure if you were in the mood to dance.

"Come on, Y/N!" He said as he grabbed your other hand trying to get you to dance with him.

A laugh passed your lips as you shook your head. Giving in you began dancing with him. It didn't take long for you to enjoy yourself a bit. Your hips moved with the beat of the music. Damon spun you around for a second before bringing you back to him, your back against his front as the music changed.

With the song change the lights changed with it. What was once a slightly dimmed place, grew to almost darkness. The bar lights and strobe lights giving off some resemblance of light throughout the place. The place signalling that it was now free of anyone under the age of eighteen, causing to the party goers to erupt in cheers for a moment.

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"You're staring." Klaus's voice carried to Elijah, who had been getting a kick out of watching his brother fight himself over wanting to go over to where you were.

Elijah would have argued that he wasn't staring, that he had simply been observing. Knowing his brother, he would have said it was pretty much the same thing. From the moment he had watched you take Damon's hand, he hadn't stopped watching. It was one thing for you to talk to his least favorite person at the moment, it was another for you to go and dance with him. The sight alone made his blood begin to boil.

"She is free to do as she wishes." Elijah said never taking his eyes off you. Though he meant the words, they really didn’t sound convincing to either of them. 

"You know you could always go over there and get her attention." Klaus said with a smug look on his face. He may have not understood why the two of you had been fighting, but he knew Elijah cared for you. He had been close friends with you to see you cared for his brother as well. "Although she does seem pretty content right where she is at."

Klaus's words had caused Elijah's jaw to tick as his eyes never left the both of you. He had watched as a laugh passed your lips every now and then at something Damon said, the way you danced against Damon, as his hands moved up along your sides.

Elijah had never believed himself to be the jealous type. But there in that moment, as he sat there watching, he wanted nothing more than to rip Damon’s heart out just for touching you as he was. His eyes narrowed as he watched Damon whisper something in your ear before a smirk pulled at your lips and you nodded your head. 

That smirk that played on your lips was one that he was all to familiar with. While he couldn’t see your eyes in that moment, he knew they held a devilish gleam that always came with that smirk. Anytime that smirk came into play, it wasn’t long after that you would find yourself at the head of some chaos being caused. 

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Damon's plan had finally made sense to you. While you never voiced your realization, Damon saw when you put it all together. The grin that played on his lips was enough to make you laugh. But it made sense as to why he didn't tell you right off the back. You either would still be drinking the bar away, or someone might of overheard the conversation and the whole thing would have fallen apart.

The whole time you had been with in Elijah's eyesight. And while you would have normally threatened Damon for some his hand placements, or the occasional feel of his lips on your neck, you knew it was actually harmless. You and Damon had never crossed the line with each other and you doubt you ever would. 

For the last few minutes Damon had been trying to convince you to share a drink with him. Not of the alcohol variety of drinks that currently sat behind the bar just a few feet away from you, but the drink that could easily be obtained by the surrounding bodies that were dancing close. 

At first you had protested the idea. You had made a promise that you wouldn’t do anything to the locals. How Damon had even suggested it had made you curious at how he was suggesting knowing he would hear it from the others as well. But it was what Damon had just whispered into your ear that had your smirking and agreeing to the very idea. 

“You’re the bad guy, remember. Plus if he is going to continue to just watch and not do anything, it’s not going to hurt to have a little fun on your last night in town.” His lips had been right there by your ear as he spoke, his hands sliding lower on your waist. “Plus, when is the next time we’ll get a chance to party together?”

The words were dangerous. You knew that the moment you heard them. But the way the words appealed to your darker side, it had you agreeing in an instant. For weeks you had held back. Tonight there was nothing stopping you from doing what you want if you were on your way out.

Damon had left your side for only a moment. He came back with a woman he had 'invited' to dance with the both of you. At first you had only danced with her, making her feel comfortable with dancing with someone she hardly knew. You and the stranger had danced the duration of the current song before Damon had pulled the both of you towards him.

A laugh passed both of your lips as he did. The woman had been trapped between the both of you. You watched as Damon had placed his hands on her face, compelling her. Her head tilted to the side slightly and you watched as Damon had bit into her.

Brushing her hair away from the other side of her neck, you felt your mouth water at the thought of the blood that lay just under the surface. Even the scent of blood that came from the wound Damon had created was enough to say to hell with everything. You could easily feel the veins move along the skin under your eyes.

You weren't sure if it was the continuous feeling of being watched or that you knew if you looked up from the crowd that surrounded you that you'd see Elijah in your line of sight, but that is exactly what you did. You could see the way his eyes narrowed as he watched you. From there you could see the way his fist was clenched and see the tick of his jaw while Klaus sat across from him with a smug look on his face as he turned to look towards his brother.

It was the first time you actually looked at Elijah longer than a second since he walked in the door. While earlier you hated the thought of him seeing you while you drowned in your self pity, now it was different. The darker side of you wanted to see the look on his face as you fed from the human in front of you. The darker part of you was practically screaming that his words wouldn’t have a hold on you if you didn’t care. That this was who you were and Elijah knew that.  A smirk pulled at your lips, showing the tips of your fangs as you gave him a wink before leaning your head towards the woman's neck.  

Your fangs barely reached her neck before you felt someone grab a hold of you and pinned you against the far back wall. You were away from the crowd of people and if anyone happened to look this way, it would look like you two were simply talking. Your smirk returned to your face as you looked up at Elijah. Damon’s plan worked. You thought as you looked up at him.

"Something the matter Elijah?" You asked knowing very well what was wrong. 

"What do you think you are doing?" There was a mix of concern and anger mixed in his voice. He couldn’t believe that you would go and feed in a public place such as this. Especially when the town already had multiple reasons to kill you. One wrong move and that would be it. 

"Enjoying myself." You shrugged your shoulders. It wasn't like you actually did anything. If he had waited any longer you would have. “Is that not what one does when coming to a party?”

"Are you not in the least bit worried that this could have been a ploy to get you killed?"

A laugh passed your lips. "Like little Elena Gilbert would put a local through what was about to happen just to kill me. I would have expected something if it had been someone they knew." A thought crossed your mind. "If you had actually paying attention while you were watching, Damon had compelled her and then drank from her first ensuring her blood was clean of any vervain."

The mere mention of Damon had Elijah narrowing his eyes at you again. You weren't stupid. You knew what buttons to press when the moment called for it. You also weren't oblivious. You knew from the moment you looked over at him before attempting to bite into the woman that Elijah had been jealous. 

You've known Elijah for centuries. You probably knew him a whole lot better than his siblings did. The face he currently wore as he had you pressed against the wall had been jealousy. While Elijah didn't get jealous often, you knew what it looked like on him. And boy did you enjoy seeing it in the moment. 

“That doesn’t mean he does not have some plan in place.” He needed to hear something. Anything that would confirm that Damon was against you. Anything that would give him the green light to rip Damon’s heart out without a second thought. 

“No ulterior motive this time. Just to have some fun and live a little.” You shrugged slightly. “While I would have just been fine with drinking through the bar’s supply, Damon just happened to be there to encourage the fun.” You swore you heard a growl coming from him. It had been mixed in with the music that had been playing, but it wasn’t hard to miss with your hearing. “What’s wrong Elijah?” The smile on your face never leaving your face. “Hate that I’m enjoying myself Damon?”

“I’d prefer if you spent your time with someone else.” He said as he watched you. The smile on your face as you taunted him with the fact that you had just been spending time with Damon was driving him crazy. It was fueling the jealousy he had already been feeling. You weren’t exactly helping the situation. It was clear to him you knew exactly what you were doing. 

“And who exactly should I be spending my time with?” Part of you said you should keep your mouth shut after the question passed your lips. But the other part of you was still upset about earlier that didn’t care if anything you say is hurtful. “The person I wanted to spend my time with tonight told me he thought it was a bad idea for us to be together. So why stick around for that?”

While it only lasted for a second, you had seen hurt flash in Elijah’s eyes. “He clearly wasn’t thinking you’d run into the arms of Damon Salvatore after telling you that.” This time a growl left your lips at his words. 

“I didn’t run into his arms.” You said placing a hand on his chest to push him away, but he didn’t budge. “If you want to see running into someone’s arms, I can damn well show you what that looks like, Elijah.” 

While you really had no idea who’s arms you’d actually run into as he had suggested, you wanted to get away from Elijah for a moment. To get a chance to clear your head. Because if you didn’t show him exactly what he accused you of doing, the alternative in your mind was ripping out a few hearts and sinking your fangs into a few necks as you left the place. 

To say your fuse was lit was an understatement. It was lit and quickly eating away at what little reserve you had left. Elijah could see that in your eyes and hear it in your voice. Letting you step away from him now would be a bigger mess. Not that he wanted you to leave his sight any time soon. 

Before you can even attempt to push him away again, his lips descended on yours. It actually shocked you at first, considering you were about to act on your words, or your thoughts for that matter,  in some form or another. After the shock had worn off you began to kiss him back.  

There was nothing gentle about the kiss between you two. The emotions you two had been feeling had been put into the kiss. Elijah’s jealousy was evident as he fought to be the one to control the kiss. While you were angry towards him and upset, you weren’t about to let him get the upper hand, even if the both of you were enjoying it. 

It wasn’t until an unsettling thought crossed your mind that you pulled away from his lips.  You looked up at him, wanting to make sure he was paying attention to the words that were about to come out of your mouth. "I swear if you end up saying that this was some kind of mistake later-"

You didn't get a chance to finish your sentence before Elijah’s lips were back on yours. You weren’t sure if he was only kissing you to stop the thoughts that filled your mind or that he just didn’t want to think about what would happen later. Though for now, it was enough to silence the thoughts of what the future might hold. 

As your hands ran up his chest before one of them came to rest at the back of his neck, his hands had began to move down your sides. As his hands came to rest at the back of your thighs, he lifted you up slightly, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. The moment he had you where he wanted, his lips left yours. 

“Mine.” He said into your ear before his lips began to travel down your neck.

A shiver went through your body at the words, causing a small smirk to form on your lips. It was only hours ago that you had begun to believe that you’d never hear those words come from him about you. It almost made you laugh that it had taken him being jealous to act on his feelings. 

The sound of a throat clearing had been enough to pull the both of you out of your own little world. It was a reminder that you definitely weren’t alone. From your spot, you could easily see who had been interrupting you. You rolled your eyes before looking back at Elijah to see him look rather irritated at the interruption as well. 

"If you are about to start removing each other's clothes, now would be the time to tell you that there are vampires here that can easily hear what's going on even if the humans can't." Klaus said as he leaned against a pillar. 

"And while you two may not care about who may be able to see, I sure as hell don’t want to see it.” Damon said as he stood by Klaus. 

A laugh passed your lips the same time a growl left Elijah's lips. While you had gotten a good laugh at it, Elijah obviously didn't like that Damon was close by. Not with his jealousy still in play. 

One quick look at Damon and Elijah slowly released his hold on your legs and allowed you to plant your feet back on the ground. His hand reached for yours, immediately intertwining his finger with yours. 

“We’ll be leaving right now.” Elijah said as he stepped away from you before gently pulling you away from the wall. 

A smirk pulled at your lips. “Your place or mine?” That had caused Elijah to give you a smirk in return.

Damon groaned at the question seeing as you were currently staying in one of the extra rooms in the Salvatore home. While you had been spending a lot of time at the new Mansion the Mikaelsons had moved into, you hadn’t actually made the move into it. 

“I’d rather not go home and hear whatever you two are in the middle of.” Damon noted with a roll of his eyes. 

“Your place it is.” You said before Elijah could really react to Damon’s words. Elijah’s hold on your hand tightened for a moment before he began leading you past Damon and Klaus. 

Damon raised his hands up the moment he watched Elijah glare and bare his teeth at him. You held back a laugh, not wanting to start anything between the two in that moment. There was definitely no way that Damon was going to get involved now. He had only done what he did to help you and that was as far as it’d ever go. 

Klaus laughed and shook his head at the display. He had never seen Elijah become so possessive over someone before. It had been entertaining to say the least and it was something he definitely wasn’t going to let Elijah forget. Plus it would definitely come in handy later when he knew you’d be on his side and Elijah needed a bit of persuading. 

You look over your shoulder as Elijah pulled you through the crowd of people. You could see the smirk on Damon’s face as he shook his head at you. Your own smirk pulled at your lips as you gave him a wink before Elijah pulled you out the door. It caused Klaus and Damon to shake their heads at the action. 

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No Humanity

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Kai Parker x Reader word count : 5 231 summary : Reader turns off her humanity and acts like she doesn’t care about Kai. it got a wee-bit longer than i expected😅🙈 apologies for the delay * gif by me _________________________________________ Two whole weeks without his Y/N and every moment without her in his arms hurt more than the last. He felt as if he was in Hell, unable to breath or think or do anything but feed on innocent people and drink alcohol in a veil attempt to drown the sorrow of what he had done. Kai never imagined someone would look at him without judgement in their eyes, but with love and understanding. He never thought he’d find someone who loves him and accepts him with all his flaws, someone he’d do anything for. He never thought he’d kill the girl he loves and that both of them would become vampires either, but that had also happened. Emotions had never been easy for him and after his transition when they got heightened, things got complicated. There were moments when it scared him how much he loved her and what he was capable of when it comes to her. What scared him even more was that maybe her friends were right and he’d end up hurting her or worse – killing her again, during one of his violent episodes and on a whim he broke up with her. Now every time he closed his eyes, he could see her face – tears streaming down her cheeks when he told her they weren’t a good match, that it had all been a lie and he had never loved her, just to get her to go and protect her. Nothing hurt him like the memory of watching her walk through the door with her jaw clenched tightly while she fought back the tears. It hadn’t taken him long to realise his mistake and he had tried to fix what he had broken, but Y/N avoided him and the only time he had actually seen her since their break up, she had been full on wreck – her eyes had been redder and puffier than he had ever seen them and she resembled a ghost. He wanted to talk to her, to tell her how big of an idiot he had been to ever say any of those words, break her heart and let her go. To tell her how much every moment without her in his arms felt like torture and how his life without her had no meaning anymore, but every time he tried to reach out to her everything ended up in failure. So in the end he was left with only one option – going to her best friend.     “Have you seen her ?” asked Kai, sitting on the bar next to Damon. “She is not answering her phone.”     “Hello to you too. Have I seen who ?” wondered the vampire and Kai glared at him. “Oh, her? No. Not since I saw her like two days ago.”     “You really haven’t seen her ? Or are you just lying to me because if you are lying –”     “Not lying and I’d rather not see you either.” replied the vampire with a smug smirk. “You broke her heart and if she hadn’t made me promise not to break you, I would’ve already killed you. Twice. And of course she won’t answer the phone if its you calling.”     “What’s that supposed to mean ?”     “You broke up with her.” said Damon as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You told her and I quote ’I can’t do this anymore. This was a mistake. You and I – we are not a good match. We never were. You’ll be happier without me in your life. I have caused you so much pain and suffering, I should’ve let you go a long time ago. I don’t love you. I never have.’ ” said the vampire taking a sip from his bourbon. “Hey, what do you think you are doing twirp ?!” Kai grabbed Damon’s phone from the bar and dialled Y/N’s number. “I can’t believe you memorised our break up. No, wait. I can.”     “It’s the little things in life. Now, give me back my phone.” said the vampire, gripping Kai’s wrist only the heretic wouldn’t let go. “What are you even doing right now ?!”     "Calling her. She might be avoiding me but she surely won’t ignore her best friend.” he said, pushing the vampire an arms length while waiting for her to pick up. When that didn’t happen he dialled again. “Why isn’t she answering ?”     "Damon, hi !” said a female voice from behind him and a moment later Y/N popped up before his eyes. Her arms wrapped around her best friend, as if Kai wasn’t even standing there.     “What’s up trouble?” asked her friend, giving her an awkward one arm hug.     “Oh nothing, just stopping for a drink and a quick bite.” Kai’s eyes widened. There she was, his girl, looking nothing like the girl he had seen a few days ago. In fact she didn’t look much like herself either. Y/N was wearing a black leather jacket with a short black dress and knee high boots and her hair made in waves. She looked more stunning than ever in that moment but what caught his attention was the fact there was no trace of tears in her eyes. For a billionth time she stole his breath away and just seeing her there was enough for him to feel able to breathe again. Only there was something different about her and the aura around her, it wasn’t just her clothes. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. Damon glanced between her and Kai. “I’m going to need another glass.”     “Hey.” smiled Kai. “Wow…  you look stunning. H-how are you ?” Y/N turned towards him as if she just noticed he was there and ran her fingers roughly through her hair, a blue strand catching his attention. Their eyes met but there wasn’t warmth in her eyes like he had expected. There wasn’t hatred or pain either. Her eyes were just … empty.     “Oh… you are here.” she sat on the bar stool on Damon’s other side and took his glass, gulping it almost at once. “I didn’t even see you there.” Kai looked at her suspiciously. Something was seriously off about her but he didn’t plan on wasting time trying to figure out what it was in that exact second and miss his opportunity to finally talk to her and apologise. Quickly he sat on the stool next to her and gripped her wrist just as she was about to snatch a bottle from across the bar.     “Can we talk ?” he asked, ignoring her death stare. He let go of her wrist and decided to take her silence as a yes. “I um… I know I hurt you and –” Damon groaned in frustration. “Ugh, that will be my cue.” Y/N poured herself another glass, her fingers trailing the lid while she watched the amber coloured liquid inside move as sheeplayed with the glass and Kai continued talking. Her eyes stalked the bartender, looking everywhere but at Kai and he wondered if she was even listening to what he was saying.     “– I wanted to say I am sorry.” he said softly, moving a little closer to her. “I am sorry for breaking your heart. I never wanted to hurt you in any way and in my attempt to protect you, that’s exactly what I did. I didn’t mean any of the things I said to you and I was the biggest idiot to let you go. You are what’s good about me, the best thing I know and I can’t be without you. I need you in my life. Please, I – I need you to give me another chance. I promise not to screw it up and fill every moment of your life with joy. Please,Y/ …” A few long moments passed and she took a sip from her glass, turning towards him with a small smile on her face. “I appreciate the apology. I really do, but I don’t care what you want or need and I’d appreciate it if you leave me alone from now on, okay ?” Kai felt his heart sink, watching her get up and slip behind the bar with the bartender. He should’ve known after everything she wouldn’t jump into his arms and say ’I forgive you for putting me through Hell.’ even though, he hoped that would be her reaction. But he didn’t plan on giving up that easily. His eyes followed her every move as she hooked her hands around the bartender’s neck, glancing at himfor a split second and then what he least expected happened and she kissed the guy as if her life depended on it. Rage burned in Kai’s veins as he watched the guy pull her towards him for a long moment and then take her hand, both of them disappearing into the storage room. He glanced at Damon at the pool table and went after her. There had been many scenarios running through his mind for the past few seconds, but actually seeing it felt as if she had shoved her hand in his rib cage and had just pulled out his heart. The guy held her up against the wall, kissing her so hard as if he was trying to suck the air out of her lungs. His hands were all over her body and so were hers. Purple/black veins flashed under Kai’s eyes, watching the guy’s lips moved down to her neck while she moaned in pleasure and gripped on his hair, tilting his head enough for her fangs to sink in his carotid artery. The guy tried to fight her off but didn’t make a sound and Kai listened to his heartbeat, noticing how soon he’d be dead. There it was again, the feeling something was off about her. His girl would’ve never drank right from the vein, she always went for a blood bag, not wanting to hurt anyone.     “That’s about enough of that.” muttered Kai. A split second the guy fell on the ground and Y/N screamed out in pain, her hands holding her head.     “Mala–chai –” she hissed, her eyes flashing with warning.     “Can’t believe you are making me say this – show some restrain.” he bit his wrist, healed and compelled the guy to forget about all of this and leave them alone. As soon as there was no one else in sight, he turned towards his girl. “What is wrong with you ?! How can you kiss that guy ? How can you kiss him like…  that ?!” Like you used to kiss me and only me. he finished in his mind.     “Awwh were you jealous ?” she wiped her chin, her vampirism showing. A split second later Kai was pinned on the wall, her arm pressing against his neck. “That’s funny. You broke up with me because you never cared about me or loved me and now … you are jealous.” Y/N laughed, let go off him and took a step back, bending over to get her jacket. “Do me a favour and stay out of my way. I’d hate for my hand to accidentally run into your chest.” What ?! he thought, frozen in place. Had she really just said that? His eyes followed her as she walked outside and he went after her, flashing before her just as she was about to go through the exit.     “Why are you acting like this?!” he asked. “There is something different about you and it’s not just your outfit or your new eating habits. Since when do you dress like that or dye your hair ?! You were always a ponytail - jeans - converse girl and now it’s tight short dresses and knee black boots.”     “None of your business.” she pushed him off her way but he gripped her wrist. “What !”     “What are you doing ?” he asked serious.     “Going to my car, as if its not obvious.” she fixed her hair and placed her hands on his chest. “I can’t run in a dress. Duhh–” Y/N tapped his nose, smiled and bumped into his shoulder on her way out of the Grill, not even saying ‘Hello’ to Stefan.     "What’s wrong with her ?” asked Kai.     “Who ? Y/N ?” asked the vampire, folding his arms on his chest. “Maybe she woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning –”     “Ha.Ha. This is serious Steven.” said Kai, following him to the pool table. “We broke up. She said she doesn’t want to see me ever again and when I accidentally ran into her like a week ago, she broke into tears instantly and almost got herself impaled in her hurry to get away from me. Y/N never wore boots or short dresses, not even on our dates and now she is all … dolled up. Like so dolled up I just –”     “Don’t you dare say it.” said Damon, leaving a bottle with bourbon on the pool table. “If you do, I will have have to stake you.” Kai sighed. “Do you know if um … if there is someone else ? Is she seeing someone ?”     “Awh you are jealous.” smirked Damon. “No, as far as I know she isn’t unless you count Katherine who somehow became her new bestie. Those two together are not to be messed with, trust me.”     "Katherine ? Elena’s doppelganger ? That makes no sense. Y/N can’t stand Katherine.” he thought out loud. None of it made sense. Y/N couldn’t stand even the mention of Katherine’s name because they had lots of bad blood between them. Why would she gravitate towards the doppelganger and not her friends, unless… she shut off her humanity. “I gotta go.” Kai vamped outside, looking around for her or more like listen for her because he knew there was no way she’d use a car. Her humanity might be off but that didn’t mean she’d decide to help the pollution problem. He closed his eyes and then he heard it, a sound he could never mistake – a vampire feeding, and he ran in the direction of the sound about two blocks away.     ”Motus.” he muttered without any hesitation, sending her off yet another guy. He couldn’t help but notice how both guys kind of resembled him and he knew why she was acting like that. “When did you turn it off ?” Y/N grinned at him. “Awwwh you got caught up on recent events. Good for you.” she said amused, purple/black veins flashing under her eyes as she tried to run towards him but he raised her hand and she dropped on the ground, screaming in pain. “S-stop – you ar-e hurtin-g me.” Kai knelt down next to her. “Sorry, sweet cheeks but you are off the rails…and its my fault.” he cooed, brushing his fingers against her cheek. “Which makes you my responsibility and I promise, I will fix you –”     “I don’t need fixing.” she groaned.     ”–and then I will find a way and fix us.” he pressed his lips onto hers and dropped her unconscious on the ground. “Whatever it takes.” _________________________________________ Y/N cracked her neck, feeling a sharp pain in it. Her wrists were tied together behind her back and the cold floor touched her bare skin. She tried to get herself free but as soon as she pulled on the ropes, a stinging feeling and a sharp pain shot through her body. “What the Hell ?!     "Oh hello.” grinned Kai, sitting cross legged on the floor in front of her with a can with cola in his hand. “Lets see – strawberry or raspberry ? Which shake you want ? I could never remember. It was the pink one, that I know –”     "Hilarious.” she tried pulling on the ropes, groaning in pain again as a sharp stinging feeling shot through them. “You are so charming in your attempt to get me back. What’s next ? You will link yourself to me because you are terrified of being all alone for the rest of your existence ?”     "Ouch.” he took a sip from one of his shake. “If I recall correctly, you were the one saying and I quote ‘As long as I am alive, you will never know what its like being alone ever again.’ French fries ? I got your favourite curly ones from the Grill.”     "No, thanks.” she pulled on the ropes again. "Need I remind you I am technically dead. Thanks to you, I might add. Why are we at my old high school ?”     “Because this is exactly where we met for the first time. Remember ?” he scooted over closer to her. “It was Christmas, I had just siphoned the spell keeping your annoying friends out of Mystic Falls and had kidnapped Elena to practice magic with her, or rather on her. You were the last thing I saw before I got shot with that crossbow and went into coma for a few days. Yet after only one look you somehow kept sneaking into my comatose dreams. Also everyone is on break and this is the last place anyone would look for us.”     "Us ? There is no ‘us’. We broke up.” she leaned in towards him, pulling on the ropes again. “Correction. You broke up with me because and I quote ’You will be happier without me in your life.’ … and you were right. Look at my happy face.” she grinned at him. “Now, let me go before things get ugly.”     “If you keep pulling on the ropes, you will only hurt yourself.” he pointed out. Y/N rolled her eyes. “Save your concern for someone who actually cares.” Kai scooted over next to her, holding the french fries and a milk shake. “Curly fries and raspberry milk shake. Your favourite combination. I still don’t get it though. Sweet and salty. Anyways, there is also a burger and I told them not to put any pickles in it because I know you hate them.” Y/N glared at him and pulled on the ropes again. How it was possible that the knot got tighter the more she struggled ?! “Why am I here Malachai?”     “I told you. I wanted us to talk.” he said as if it’s obvious. “I miss you. I miss waking up next to you in the morning, going to bed with you every night. I miss feeling your head on my chest while you fall asleep … and I am going to fix my mistake and get you back.”     “Funny. I don’t miss any of those things.” she rolles her eyes and smirked. “Also the person you are looking for can’t come to the phone right now. Cuz she’s dead. You killed her. Twice. ” Kai brushed his fingers against her cheek, gently touching her lips afterwards. “No. You are still in there.” he thought back of the flicker he had seen in her eyes when he had kissed her earlier. “My Y/N is still in there and I really hope after all this is over you will forgive me for everything I did to hurt you and everything I am about to do, because I know I will never forgive myself unless you do.”     “Hope ?” she snorted. “You are pathetic. Why would I take you back and/or forgive you ? You are a monster. An irredeemable piece of trash. Even your own family didn’t want you.” Kai swallowed, reminding himself at every word she said that this wasn’t her. Whoever was standing before him only had her face, her voice but wasn’t her. Y/N had never thought any of those things about him. She had always supported him and defended him. Even after the wedding fiasco … when she had showed up instead of staying home and he had accidentally killed her when the windows shattered. Luckily for him, he had thought ahead, knowing how stubborn she was, and had slipped some vampire blood in her coffee earlier in the day. Other ways he wasn’t sure what he would’ve done or how he would’ve continued living. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t have been able to.     “You are right. They didn’t.” he said quietly. “But you did. Even after my actions at the wedding cost you your life. And you forgave me for that, you will forgive me for this too –” he flicked his wrist, breaking her leg while casually taking a sip from his shake. Y/N screamed out in pain, thrashing on the floor. “Flip the switch.”     “No.” she groaned in pain and he flicked his wrist again, breaking her leg on another spot.     “Turn it on.” he demanded. Y/N laughed, watching his eyes flutter closed for a split second every time she screamed out in pain. “Let me guess.” she flinched again when her leg broke on another spot. “This is hurting you a lot less than it’s hurting me.”     “Your attitude blows.” he stated, taking a sip from his shake before breaking her other leg in two places at once. “Turn it back on –”     “You know what else blows?” she hissed. “Being in love with you. Carrying for a psychopath with no redeeming qualities, pushing away all my friends every time they tried to open my eyes–” she screamed in pain again. “This is kind of fun. Come on, break my arms next. Better yet – rip my heart out.” Kai clenched his jaw. He tried it the nice way, now he was going to have to push further. “Is this fun too ?” he smirked at her, pulling the air out of her lungs with magic. “You know, maybe you are right. Maybe I should kill you, shut off my humanity –” he smirked at her, pulling at her heart with magic. “It will be so much fun ruining your friends’ lives for all eternity–”     “You are n-not goin-g to k-kill me.” she gasped for air, struggling at every syllable. “I am t-the girl t-that yo-u love.”     “Right again.” he leaned in, gently brushing his palm against her cheek. Her eyes lit up for a split second and he suppressed a smile. “I love you, which is why I am willing to go to extreme lengths to get you back.” he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply. For a second she felt a flicker of emotion, just like every time he touched her. Didn’t take her long to shove that flicker away before it had turned into a fire. All of the sudden someone yanked Kai away. Y/N blinked fast a few times seeing her best friend here and struggled to get herself free, knowing either way they will try to get her to flip the switch back and with both of them teamed up things would not end well for her, or for any of them.     “You kidnapped her ?! Have you lost your damn mind ?!” said Damon. “Do you plan on burning up the school too? She is not going to flip the switch back ! I am taking her to the cellar. We will weaken her, torture some sense into her.” Her best friend pushed Kai off him, heading towards her.  She yanked on the ropes again, trying to get herself free when Kai grabbed the vampire’s arm. “What?” snapped Damon.     “Let me do this my way.” asked Kai. “Don’t you get it ? I am the only one who can reach her. I kissed her and there was a flicker of emotion there. I saw it in her eyes. I felt it. I can get her back without your help.”     “The Hell you can !” snapped the vampire. “I have more experience with this than you can imagine. You have no idea what it’s like to deal with a vampire with no emotions. You look at her and you see your girl but its not he–”     “Do you think I don’t know that ?!” Kai raised his voice. “I am her emotional trigger, only I can do this. You might hate me for what I did to Elena, and at times I wonder why I went with your mother’s insane idea when there were so many other ways to get back at you and Bonnie for ditching me in 1903 –” A split second later Kai few right out the door, smacking against the locker with a loud bang. “Don’t bring up what you did to Elena. I am this close to ripping your head off and one day soon I actually will. I am taking her with me. She is my best friend. We do this my way.” Kai got up, clenching his jaw. A second later Damon attacked him again, slamming his body in the lockers with his hand around his neck. ‘Motus.’ muttered the heretic and the eldest Salvatore flew off him. Neither of them seemed to notice Y/N had almost gotten herself free and was getting ready to make a run for it.     “You two are pathetic. Can someone stake me or throw me a deck with cards? I’m bored…and hungry.”     “I’m a little busy right now, sweet cheeks. Be with you in a jiffy.” grinned Kai and launched towards Damon again. They fought, each of them almost to equal advantage. Kai sent Damon flying through the hallway and she heard him slam against the lockers and judging by the sounds of spilled coins – the vending machine too. The eldest Salvatore growled and launched against Kai who raised his hand causing him a witchy migraine and the vampire dropped on the ground. A groan left her lips and her interest shifted to the flickering flourescent lights overhead until Kai stood in front of the door, fixing the collar of his shirt. “Now that this is dealt with, we can go back to our fun time. What are you craving – AB or B or O positive ? I think I have some of each in my car outsid–” Y/N’s eyes widened and before she had had time to think or blink or say a single syllable, her best friend flashed behind Kai, raised his hand and in a swift motion beheaded him. His head rolled into the cafeteria right past her and her heart stopped, all the air getting pulled out of her lungs at once. A piercing scream left her lips and she yanked on the ropes with every ounce of strength she had, not carrying how the vervain ropes dug in her skin almost to the bone, and freed herself. As if from underwater she heard Damon’s footsteps nearing her. Not that it mattered, there was nothing that mattered to her anymore. All she could think about was how she had just lost the man she loved. She had really lost him and there was no way to get him back. There was no longer ‘Other side’, there was nothing. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she kept crying out his name, crawling over to his head muttering  'No, no … this can’t be happening.’ Every emotion she had suppressed for the past week and a half flooded her mind at once seeing his blue eyes wide open, starring at her while the lower half of his body bled out a few metres away in the hallway. Everything she had said to him, everything he said to her… and now he was gone and she couldn’t make it right.     “No, no… this is not real. You are not gone ! You can’t be gone!” she sobbed. “I can’t be without you. Oh my God –” she cried, cupping his face. A moment later someone’s arms wrapped around her from behind. Y/N clenched her jaw and closed her eyes. “Get away from me Damon or I swear I will tear you limp from limp –”     “I never thought I’d be happy to see tears in your eyes.” said Kai and a moment later her hands were empty, there was no blood on them or on her clothes. She turned around and her eyes widened instantly. Her hands wrapped around the man she loved, tears still streaming down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I – I didn’t want to put you through this but you didn’t leave me a choice.” Y/N pulled away and cupped his face tracing every inch of his face with her fingertips and then his lips, smiling through tears. Then all of the sudden she pulled away much to Kai’s confusion and kept backing away from him until she was almost on the other end of the cafeteria. “Y/N? I’m alive. This is real. I used a spell –”     “N-no.” she muttered unable to even look at him. “A-all the things I did. All the people I killed. What I s-said to you… I – I am so sorry. I d-didn’t mean a word –” she sobbed. “Y-you probably h-hate me right n-now. I – I deserve it.”     “Oh Y/N…” he smiled, cupping her face and pulled her into his arms. “I know you didn’t mean any of it. I don’t hate you. I could never hate you even if I wanted to. It wasn’t you. I know that.” he stroked her hair, while his shirt soaked up her tears. “I am sorry. I am so sorry for breaking your heart, for everything I did to you – killing you at the wedding, for kidnapping you today and for torturing you, making you think I was dead –”     “Y-you don’t hate me ?” she looked at him through tears. Kai shook his head smiling.     “Y/N, I am in love with you.” he said softly. “All those things I said to you…  I don’t even know who this person was. It took me less than a day to realise what a huge mistake I’ve made. I can’t live without you. I need you in my life more than I need to breath. My feelings for you are the most real, strongest thing I have ever felt in my life and I got so terrified I’d hurt you, I decided to let you go… and broke both our hearts. I can’t imagine you’d want me back after everything I did today but I will spend the rest of my existence trying to make up fo–” Y/N’s lips crashed against his, her hands tangling in his hair as he slowly backed her against the wall when she tripped him and they fell on the ground,laughing. Nothing Kai did during the past few hours mattered to her, not the physical not the emotional pain. All that mattered was they were in each other’s arms again and nothing was ever going to stand in their way again.     “I will always want you.” she played with his scruff, smiling through tears. “Y-you love me ?”     “Yes !” he smiled, cupping her face. “More than anything. I love you with every cell in my body, with all my heart. I love you and I – ”     “I love you too.” she pressed her lips against his. “I never stopped.”     “I need you to give me another chance. I meant what I said earlier. If you do, I promise not to screw it up. I promise to love and cherish you for the rest of my life… and even after, wherever I end up. I need you. Just — why are you looking at me like that ?”     “You look so cute right now.” she tapped his nose. “I love you. I want to be with you, more than anything but –” she paused, watching him sweat for a few moments. “– if you ever do that again –”     “Never again.” he rolled on top of her, his lips smashing against hers. “I will never let you go.” _________________________________________ MASTERLIST - SMUT MASTERLIST - FLUFF

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13x01 Thoughts/Review

Okay, I know the episode aired 5 days ago.  I actually did watch it late Wednesday night and wrote down some random thoughts while watching it.  But I haven’t gotten around to posting it until now.  I’ll put it under a read more link since it’s very long and ramble-y 

Everything is happening so fast!

*whispers* Why are the cars arranged in the spots they were in before they got hit by the truck?

After seeing the sneak peek, I wasn’t sure how I felt about Garcia going out with Simmons as opposed to trying to help from the office.  But I actually liked that she went (it is her family after all) and I loved her rushing over to help in any way she could.  

Wow, I’m surprised they actually showed a body for Walker.  It wasn’t Damon, but they showed it so we saw a body and knew it was Walker without really seeing the face

Also: WALKER NO!! YOU DESERVED BETTER!

So, was Walker clearly dead? Like, did he look clearly dead? Did Luke check and see he was dead before he helped JJ?  Because Garcia is instantly sad and Luke is all “he’s gone”.  He had to clearly be dead since we didn’t see Luke check for a pulse or anything (unless he did it before).  

But man, poor Walker. It just sucks that it’s all happening like this.  HE DIDN’T DESERVE TO DIE!  Luke’s line could have been delivered a little better. I mean, he was basically “Yo, he dead”. I get everyone’s shaken up and everything has happened so fast, but I felt he could have shown a bit more sympathy to the fact that Walker (who was sitting in the backseat of the same car as him and was his teammate) is just dead now.

So JJ got glass in her scalp and can’t see, and Walker is dead.  But Luke is fine.  Luke’s side of the car was the one that got brushed but it wasn’t hit that hard.  How did JJ and Walker get the beating and not Luke? I can see Luke walking away fine, it does happen (speaking from experience) and it did look like it was more the front tire/side area that got hit, but did the car hit something on the other side that would account for JJ and Walker’s injuries?  

I hate myself, because all summer I’ve been thinking “watch them say Walker did of whiplash”.  And then Scratch tells Emily he died of whiplash.  Hell fucking no that is not an acceptable way to kill Walker.  Please tell me Scratch was being vague.  Because it looked like Walker’s face was pretty messed up/bloody?  But come on, whiplash is a terrible way to make Walker die.  I know it’s possible to die from whiplash, but I don’t think it’s that common?  Unless he really got tossed around so much that his head/neck snapped/turned really fast.  I just wish they would have gone into that a bit more.  

Rossi’s leg is injured, JJ can’t see, Walker is dead, Tara is going into shock, Prentiss is missing. Well, fucking shit!

Again, this feels so rushed. But it makes sense since that’s how stuff works in this situation. 

Reid got to the hospital fast.  But where is Morgan?  Is he with Reid’s mom?  Because how could Reid just leave his mom?  No way he found someone or a place for her that fast?  Is she just with other FBI agents? And Morgan was supposed to have breakfast with Reid.  Since the premiere picks up immediately after the finale, I have a hard time imagining Morgan and Reid already had their breakfast.  And if Morgan was with Reid, if Reid had to bail, Morgan would know what’s up since he was aware of what the team was doing.  But also, if Morgan did know, I can’t see him leaving knowing Prentiss is missing, JJ, Rossi and Tara are injured and one of the team is dead (I know Morgan didn’t work with Walker, but Walker worked with Morgan’s friends, so I could see Morgan staying for moral support, especially for Garcia). Also, isn’t it still night time?  Would Morgan have even stopped by Reid’s yet?  Like, did he show up but Reid wasn’t there?  Because again, Morgan knew the team was going after Scratch, so you’d think he’d put two and two together and at least call Garcia and see what’s up.  

So Reid called Will and JJ said someone needs to call Monica.  Is anyone going to call Hayden or Joy and let them know about Rossi?  

LOL ROSSI!  Rossi is in zero fucks mode.  

“You’re back on the team” “Did the director approve that?” “BITCH I’M IN CHARGE NOW YOU MOFO SO LISTEN TO ME YOU LITTLE PUNK!” Basically what Rossi was saying.

“Ass clowns” LOL! That needs to be a new phrase

Okay, so if Walker’s only purpose was to come in and catch Scratch, couldn’t he have just done case work from the office?  If he was only there to solve the Scratch case, why was he going out on cases with the team and not doing Scratch work? (Okay, he was, but we didn’t really see it). He could have spent more time focusing on Scratch if he wasn’t going out on cases with the team as well

YASSS HOTCH MENTION!! See, writers, they said his name and no one spontaneously combusted!  

But also, FUCK YOU SCRATCH!! What a dumb piece of shit.  You can do whatever the hell you want to Prentiss, she would NEVER give up Hotch’s location.  No one on the team would if they knew.  

Did I already say Stephen Walker deserved better?  Because he did.  I’m not ready for poor Monica.

Ohh, Reid caught onto the AH in the texts.

That’s right, Reid!  Hotch and Prentiss would never be dumb enough to easily expose themselves like that.

Yes Garcia, figuring out it was set up!

And yes, new guy for figuring out Walker was setting up the anonymous texts!

Reid ushering Garcia and Simmons out of the room and they’re like “Okay dude, wtf?”  Garcia was all “I’mma just grab my computer real quick, bro.”  

“He’s had a rough few months” YEAH YOU THINK?!  Y’all have had a rough year though girl!

So, is Tara still alive? Could someone mention her?  Is she in surgery?  I need to know!  

WILL!!!

UGH Walker gave JJ the front seat.  GUILT!!!  

But why does seat position matter?  HOW DID WALKER DIE??  Whiplash just seems so vague.  I mean, even if he sat in the front, he could have gotten still gotten whiplash. (Yeah, I know, JJ would still feel guilty because there’s always that “what if” scenario, but stil…)

Wonderful Will and JJ scene. LOL at Rossi telling them to get a room.

Aww, Will’s staying with Rossi while JJ goes to be with Monica and Luke.

But seriously, where the fuck is Tara?!?!

Aww poor JJ.  But I get Monica not wanting to be touched/hugged in that moment.  That’s exactly how I would feel.

Out of curiosity, does the team know Monica besides her just being Walker’s wife?  Have they ever really talked to her or met her before?

Wow, they’re showing a body again!  It’s not Damon though (obviously).  But I appreciate them actually showing something.  It makes it more sad than if they just showed the body bag but not actually showing the body (it would have been even more devastating if they actually had Damon)

Stephen Walker deserved better.

Monica talking to Walker was so sad!  Tracie Thoms nailed that scene!  From her wondering how to tell the kids to telling Walker she would handle it then the “see ya” before she pulled the sheet back over his head! UGH THE FEELS!  And then she broke down and Luke and JJ comforted her.

Stephen Walker and his family deserved better.  Just in case I haven’t already made that point.  

This episode should have been titled “Stephen Walker deserved better”

I’m literally crying. Criminal Minds, you better not kill JJ, Prentiss, Reid, Rossi, Hotch, Garcia or Morgan because Walker was only in 15 episodes and I’m FUCKING DEAD!!

Speaking of Morgan, WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!?!  All I need is a simple name-drop (Is Morgan the new Hotch?  If you say his name the reaper appears?)

“Jack is 13.” Actually, if anyone bothered to do the math, he should be 12.  He was born in Fall 2005.  It’s Fall 2017 now.  2017-2005=12. Actually, he shouldn’t even be 12 yet, since this episode picks up right from 12x22, which I believe was May 2017, but I digress…

YASS EMILY TELL THAT FUCKER TO FUCK OFF!!! “I love Jack.  I’ve watched Jack grow up.”  THIS TEAM IS A FAMILY, GUYS!!  

I’m just so happy we’re finally getting Hotch mentions.  I get Thomas is gone, but I was disappointed when last season they really sort of forgot about Hotch after episode 6 and never really mentioned him.  I wasn’t expecting a name drop every episode, but come on.  He was their boss and friend and they knew him for more than a decade.  Just because he’s in Witness Protection doesn’t mean he’s completely safe (his wife did die after all…).  Even if he was totally safe, I’d still be worried about him and thinking of him. I suppose maybe enough time has passed that they feel they can talk about him again

Now I just hope they remember Morgan exists!

ANGRY REID!! Totally understandable! 

Scratch keeps asking where Hotch is.  Talk about obsessed *cues Mariah Carey’s song “Obsessed”*

Yeah, Prentiss is obviously not dead, but I’m still intrigued!

What the fuck is this scene with Garcia and Simmons?!?  It’s like naked church  yoga with gagging.  “So much for no creepy weirdness” Love you Garcia!

LOL at Rossi just using Luke instead of crutches :D 

Oh good, y’all remembered Tara exists

That’s right, Prentiss, catch onto Scratch and his tricks!  

Gah, of course Reid’s included in the text.  What you do that for, Garcia? “Reid’s not in a good place right now.” Yeah no shit.

HELL YEAH PRENTISS!! YOU BITE HIS EAR!!  That was fucking amazing!  She should have gone full Rick Grimes from The Walking Dead and ripped his throat out

So glad Prentiss made Reid stay with her.  I definitely think it was partly because she really did want a good friend with her after the ordeal, but also because she didn’t want Reid to have to deal with more stress

HAHA GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE SCRATCH!!  

As much as I loved Luke just watching and letting Scratch fall to his death, I was really hoping for Prentiss and Tara and even Reid to be the ones to kill him.  It should have really been Emily or Tara.  But he’s dead so whatever.

Actually, you know what would have been a good way for Scratch to die? With the entire team shooting a thousand bullets into him.  They did this in the season 13 finale of NCIS with one of their bad guys.  See this for reference: https://youtu.be/tPnkug2rwIU?t=2m3s

LOL at Luke nonchalantly saying Scratch is down.  And then “He fell trying to escape”.  Technically not a lie

THANK YOU FOR LETTING HOTCH AND JACK BE HAPPY!!  I never understood the people who said Scratch couldn’t die because then they wouldn’t have a story for Hotch.  Umm, yes, they do.  I’ve said it along: catch/kill Scratch and say Hotch and Jack are out of the program and Hotch decides not to return.  I mean, in 12x06 they said Hotch sent in his resignation.  They just needed to make him stick to it, which he is.  

Funeral scene is sad. Monica is hugging JJ this time.  I love Monica!! I really liked her in 12x20 and thought she and Walker had a nice relationship.  It’s a shame we didn’t get to see more of it.  And it’s a shame we didn’t get to know Walker’s kids more or see Walker with them.  It’s a shame we just didn’t get to know Walker more.

I liked Monica saying Peter Lewis was the reason Stephen was dead, not Emily.  And her saying Walker can rest easy knowing he helped bring Scratch to an end.  UGH!! My feels!  Stephen Walker and his family deserved better (I don’t think I made that point yet ;D )

You know who should become friends?  Aaron Hotchner and Monica Walker.  And Jack and Eli can be friends.  That family has a lot of shit they can bond over.  Jack and Eli are probably around the same age, so it could be a thing!

Wheels up!!  That was a nice scene.  I liked that Prentiss said that phrase was what kept her fighting and made her realize the team was out there fighting.  And I also like to think it was a nice little tribute to Hotch.

As much as I liked the ending, I think that end scene would have made a good series finale ending scene

As glad as I am that we got Hotch mentions and he and Jack are doing well, it would be nice to know where they are.  Are they staying wherever they were in WitSec or are they returning to Virginia?  I mean, they would have had fake identities when in WitSec, so you’d think they’d have to move from there?  They can’t just be Tommy and Sam one day and then the next day be like “LOL JK those aren’t our names”.  Hotch and Jack could move back and Hotch doesn’t need to come back or be seen even if he’s in town.  But a little conformation would be nice.  Just like I also want to know where Morgan is living now and what he’s doing for a living.

Also, I know we can’t get TG, but I would love if they had Hotch and Jack move back to Virginia and we could see Jack hanging out with Henry!  I want to see teenage Jack!

Very good episode!  There were little things here and there that maybe could have been tweaked a bit, but it was still very good.  I do wish we could have gotten a bit more on Walker and his death.  I get though that they couldn’t really grieve Walker in the episode while Prentiss was missing since they had to try to save her.  And since the firing of Damon was sort of thrown at the writers, they probably did the best they could.

Again, it was a good premiere.  One of the better episodes in recent years.  I can be a bit hard on the writers sometimes, but they can actually produce some quality episodes.  Come on writers, you can make some really good episodes, so I’d like to see some more like “Wheels Up” :)

#Criminal Minds

[donaldresslerfanfic]

Camping Trip.

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language (little bit)

Word Count: 2207

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Eight.

Chapter Index

Story on Wattpad

Maggie

Maybe pulling an all-nighter last night wasn’t such a good idea. I went to bed at 3 and was up today at 6 to prepare everything for out weekend in the Anglokian park in Maryland. Weather was going to be good this weekend and with luck we would arrive at 8 there.

I had prepared a change of clothes, my fishing equipment some snacks, we has divided the chores between the 7 of us.

Don was coming, I don’t know when was the last time I was so eager to see a boy, we hadn’t talked much this week, he had to work with Raymond. I had to tell him about last week.

That aside, I missed him. He was this really closed off don’t talk about my family special agent, but sometimes I worried sick about him, that split second when I thought that one day I may never see him again always left me nauseous. But whatever, might as well enjoy my time with him these next to days, maybe he’ll open up to me a bit more.

My phone rang and I took my things while answering it

“Hello?”

“I’m outside, need help carrying anything?” Don asked me.

“Nope, I’ll be right down”

I hung up and took my things, making sure I took everything I needed then closed the door of my apartment.

I dashed downstairs and outside to find Don looking through his trunk, I left my thing in the side of the car for him to arrange

“How are you?” I asked, giddy to see him, he looked at me and gave me a smile while taking my bag

“I’m fine, are you a morning person?”

My eyes settled on the fading purple spot on his temple, accompanied with little cuts, I frowned and moved to look at him properly.

“The hell happened to you?” I asked concerned. He frowned back and shut the trunk facing me

“What?”

“Your…” I motioned at his head “are you OK?”

“Yeah, it’s not as bad as it looks.”

“But what happened?”

“I fought three Chinese killers on the tenth floor of a building under construction” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world “shall we? I’m not a morning person until my second coffee”

I nodded, still shaken up, but followed him to the car, I sat shotgun, looking at him as he set himself to drive. He looked at me and smiled at my confused expression.

“I’m fine Maggie”

“People are gonna ask questions about it”

“Don’t you think it makes me look tough?” He said playfully as he drove down the street, I let out a smile while letting my shoulders down. “So, while I was single handedly taking down three martial arts experts, what did you do?”

“I bought a ficus.” He laughed, making me smile “and I began personal defense clases, two times a week”

“Any special motive for that?”

“Raymond knows”

His expression changed while he gave me a look, setting his eyes in the road again

“What did he say, exactly?”

“He said that he doesn’t want to hurt me, that he works for you for a good reason and that he trusts I won’t tell you anything that could endanger his…. Contingency plans. So, I’m a cross road now”

“How come?”

“I want to help, but if I help you Reddington kills me?”

“I trust your judgment, Maggie. I know that you’ll tell us the right thing at the right time”

I nodded, looking at the road as we parked near a coffee shop, I was the first to open the door and head out before Don, seeing that it was my turn to pay for the coffee.

Gina and I had settled in meeting with everyone at her house and then drive together to the park.

At Gina’s house, we met with Marcus’ friends for work, Matt and Damon, I loved that already. Gina’s friend was an old friend from college named Laura who the second she set her eyes on Donald couldn’t conceal a little smirk.

Too bad honey, you’re stuck with the nerds on this car ride.

“Well, now I can take ‘Hang out with Matt Damon’ out of my bucket list”

I chuckled, looking at Don, who just gave me a polite smile. We settled back in the car after some fast breakfast at Gina’s, then we began driving, following her car.

“You don’t know who I’m talking about do you. Matt Damon?” He just shrugged his shoulders at me “Matt Damon?” I asked again, stressing out the name “how can you not know who Matt Damon is? You’re a man”

“Unless he’s a convicted felon I don’t hold other kind of names”

“Jason Bourne? Bourne identity? It’s the best movir about CIA undercover operations, they try to take down Bourne. It’s three movies and counting.”

“And why are you watching these movies?”

“Matt Damon is hot”

I saw him roll his eyes and shake his head at me with a little smile. I turned to look at the city disappear behind us.

The car ride was silent, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, I liked to watch through the window if I wasn’t driving, and Donald probably used this time to think, the radio was on, broadcasting the hits of the summer though it was the exact opposite, we were nearing down on winter.

“Do you like winter?” I asked, still looking outside.

“Too much clothes, makes the job uncomfortable sometimes”

“I bet you have a large mid thigh black coat”

“I do have one” he said frowning  “how do you know this?”

“I just picture you with it, it would be cozy but flexible for you to work, chase bad guys and the likes”

He smirked and gave me a quick look.

“And you?”

“I don’t have a trench coat” I said shaking my hand in denial “I love winter. Snow days, cozy up in bed, watching snow pour, hot cup of coffee”

“Matt Damon” I chuckled and looked at him

“Specially Matt Damon to keep me warm” I winked at him when I he gave me a look. “But I like blondes better”

“Keep the lineage up?”

I looked at my blonde hair sprawled on my chest.

“Maybe. I dyed it brown once”

“Mmm. I bet it lighted up your eyes”

I smiled and looked away, trying to hide my blush from him, that only meant he had been looking at me with detention.

“When I was young my friends dyed my hair on my birthday when I was asleep”

I chuckled and shook my head.

“Your dad was mad right?”

“He was fuming” I laughed again.

“Do you have pictures of that?”

“I’ll have to dig in for some. Do you have pictures with brown hair?”

“Yeah, I have some on my phone”

“Well, I show you mine when I have it and you show me yours. I’ll decide if I like you better blonde or brunette”

Was Donald flirting? With me? I mean, yeah, if he wants to flirt I’ll flirt him back but… Me? I don’t think he noticed that to me that was a flirt, or he was really good at hiding it. What I wasn’t good at hiding was my stupid starstruck smile for the whole ride.

That compliment about my eyes and the hair thing had me giddy as fuck. It felt like it’s been forever since I’ve been told something cute.

Maybe it was the fact that I had seen Don as a friend for so many months now that this under cover flirting was really getting to me… Or maybe I was falling for Ressler.

Ressler

I think I can recall the last time I was in this position, was maybe the first year after I got in the agency, we used to have barbecues, or simply moments like this. A fire, some beer, friends, laughs, jokes.

Then, I became a field agent, and then I began searching for Red. I had no free days, no more barbecues and gatherings for months, and the ones that I did ended up going ended up with me talking back about work with the people who I was with.

This was a different scenario entirely. I was sitting in front of a fire, beer in hand, just looking at how the conversation flowed. It was something beautiful to have company who wasn’t on the same job I was.

I told everyone I was with law enforcement, which wasn’t a lie, but everyone believed I just took charges when people came to present them, and the punch in the side of my head was from the little times I got out to patrol.

I refused to address Matt before Damon, now that I knew about the little inside joke they had in the group. Damon and Matt’s work was analytics, things I really didn’t care about, but I knew that I had a new set of eyes when I needed a second opinion.

Laura, Gina’s friend, hadn’t stop giving me flirty looks and suggestive commentaries throughout the weekend. Gina and her husband Marcus were good people, married people who were looking to not get bored of each other.

Then there was Maggie, my confidant, my fishing buddy with whom I spent 5 hours talking while fishing this morning, the one who took me out of a uncomfortable situation or quietly whispered at me about pop culture references they were throwing around. The one who made me belong in a group of people with whom I had nothing in common, but we all had her in common somehow. She was the one who knew how I liked my coffee, the one we walked with me when I felt like going hiking, the one who got her hands dirty with work, setting up a fire, looking for wood, making a tent. She was simply the best person I could’ve asked for to share my off days with.

I forgot about work for two days, I was able to turn down my phone for those two days and not feel guilty that I was having a good time. If something happened it wouldn’t be on me, that’s what I got from that weekend, that it was OK to have some spare time.

And here we were again, just Maggie and I up since 7 am, having our last breakfast at the cabin. Everyone had gotten so wasted on the last day we weren’t expecting to come back until 6 pm. Maggie knew I had to sober up for work, and here she was, pouring me a coffee.

“What are you thinking about?”

She set the coffee in front of me, sitting down on my side as she pulled her bowl of cereal to her.

“That I don’t want to go back to the routine after this”

“Right? Chasing down criminals doesn’t sound as appealing now”

“It really doesn’t, no. We haven’t even seen Bourne Ultimatum”

“They find out who he actually is in that one” she pointed out. “Gina was talking about doing this once a month, if the weather is good with us. I’ll let you know if you’re interested in being a permanent member of the group”

“Sign me up”

“That will get you an immediate addition to the chat group and the moral obligation to participate in some embarrassing karaoke nights”

“I’ll take the hit” she gave me another smile and a little clap of her hands as she continued to eat her breakfast.

“I’ll record you and upload the video to YouTube”

“And I’ll have Aram block you account”

She gave me a little stank eye, to which I laughed at.

The road back and subsequent drop off of Maggie to her place was a bummer, going back to work tomorrow was going to be tough, and by the looks of the texts when I turned my phone again in the car, Reddington had a few cases for us. Some interesting ones at that.

Maggie entered her apartment and left her purse on the table, looking around the house as I left her bags on the kitchen counter.

“Everything OK?” I asked, since she was still suspiciously looking around.

“Yeah, it’s just that I had a neighbor come and look at the plants while I was away”

“Nothing is missing?”

“Apparently not, but I guess I’ll look and not find” she gave me a smile “thank you for helping me” she motioned at her things.

“Thank you for inviting me Mags, I had the best time I’ve had in a while” I was walking down to the door while she gave me a little smile.

“You deserve it”

I gave her another smile as I tucked my hands on my pockets.

“I think I’ll be busy for the next few days so, don’t worry if I don’t pick up”

She nodded and leaned on the door, her eyes drooping, she was tired

“I’ll see you one of this days” she gave me another nod as I moved to begin walking out. She waved me goodbye and I walked down the hall

Back to my car, back to the routine.

#the architect #donald ressler fanfic #donald ressler #fanfic #the blacklist #the BL

[jasonmcgathey]

This has already been a fun, if sprawling and chaotic, section to tackle. Expect frequent changes as I continue to add to and revise the sections. It’s probably going to take a while to get a handle on this page – so just maybe, if you can, try and avoid these orange construction cones and blinking arrows straight out of the Spring-Sandusky interchange mess. If it looks a little skeletal, know that I am working on this as my current main project, and continue hoping some brilliant idea will help me organize it a little better. Until that lightning flash of inspiration arrives, maybe a series of alphabetized districts (with a couple I’m making up just now) and/or major roads is the best way to go:

Arena District (north of Spring, west of High)

Brewery District (south of the interstates, west of High)

E. Broad Street

W. Broad Street

Downtown Proper (area with most of the government buildings, etc, between Broad, the Scioto River, the interstates, and S. 4th Street)

German Village

N. High Street

S. High Street

Uptown District (everything north of Broad that isn’t covered elsewhere)

    -Arena District-

Nationwide Arena

North Market

  -Brewery District-

Though downtown as a whole has been plagued by this to some extent, the Brewery District is unique in that I feel like for 20 plus years now, there’s been this trend of bars blowing into here with a ton of hype, and being packed to the gills in what has always been a happening district – in other words, a theoretically sustainable business – but then the masses stop showing up overnight, a few months down the road, and the place is toast before you know it.

Banana Joe’s – an early lesson in how the night of the week is everything. We came here on a Friday and it was one of the most insane crowds I’ve ever witnessed; a Thursday journey maybe two weeks later had more in common with a funeral home.

Brewmasters Gate (485 S. Front St.) – this would be an excellent example of what I’m talking about. This opened as a positively cavernous club in the early 2000s, and had to be just about the most popular place in town for a good six months. A bunch of us drove down here often during the summer of its heyday, during which time it was unfailingly jam packed with young people throwing down, spilling out to the spacious patio and even the sidewalks. By the following summer, nobody came here, and you were looked at kind of strangely if mentioning it. I’m not sure exactly when it closed, but it didn’t seem to stick around very long after this. Strangely enough, the place survives and has maintained the same name, though it appears this is now just a hall people rent out for events.

Tommy Keegan’s – stumbling across this entry in my journal, from early 1998, is an especially striking example of why I’m glad to have taken so many notes. I actually forgot all about this enterprise and haven’t heard mention of it since.

Tommy Keegan’s looks vaguely like one of those modern faux Irish pubs or something, with its painted cement floor, its dark and generally unfussy atmosphere. Being located underground doesn’t hurt, either. The front, larger room holds most of the bar’s occupants, including some annoying, talent-challenged goober playing acoustic guitar and singing near the door. It’s hard to imagine he would receive much encouragement or tip money even if warbling at the campus BW3. But apparently, they pay him to come here.

The back room is a bit more subdued and we make a bee line for it. They’ve got one of those giant hoppers dispensing free popcorn back here, and even while knowing in the back of your mind it’s only going to make your thirstier, desiring ever more beer, which is why they manipulate you such, in the moment you just don’t care and grab some anyway. Or at least this is what I do.

It’s Keisha’s birthday and we started out with a much larger posse, but the war of attrition has whittled us down to these seven survivors: the birthday girl and Pam, and then Damon, Paul, John H, this Mike guy who’s kind of cool, and me. But somehow there’s this random kid just hanging out by these pool tables, of which the bar has a couple back here, and by some convoluted turn of events he winds up being partners against Paul and me in a few games of standard billiards. Damon is absolutely on fire for some reason, and they totally smoke us from start to finish. But we’ve already exhausted what limited kicks are to be found at Keegan’s, and have agreed to strike off for Victory’s next.

“Stay and play a few games with me!” the kid begs Damon, “we’ll make some money!”

“Ah, we gotta go,” Damon returns with a laugh.

Victory’s – I’ve only actually set foot inside of Victory’s once prior to this, nearly a year ago, that night of Maria’s birthday bus. And while it feels impossible to have memories down here from a year ago, which were pretty crazy yet not really referenced at all since then – neither in my thoughts nor discussions with these guys – I guess it’s another example of how the proverbial moss is growing beneath us, and we’d best keep moving if wishing to avoid entrapment by it.

So the layout here is much different that I remember, but then again, I’d been pretty blasted that night, a singular experience thus far in my Columbus residency. There are two front rooms with one long, connected bar that runs in the middle of each. One side is basically a chill out zone, while the other is encumbered with a dance floor to boogie upon, and a stage for the band. In the back, which is kept much darker, there’s an elevated second dance floor, this time under the purview of a nearby DJ booth, while beyond here the pattern repeats with that exact same scenario out on an exterior patio. The patio is not presently open, however.

Damon and Paul sit off to one side which allows them the perfect vantage point for drinking, smoking, watching and critiquing the band all at once. They call themselves Jonesy, though I’m not exactly sure of the spelling, and these guys do a fantastic job mixing 80’s covers with a few more recent selections, from the likes of Nine Inch Nails. So good, in fact, that these two are debating whether this band isn’t just miming to a tape. Featuring keyboards and electric drums, both elements you don’t see a whole lot of in this city’s live scene, they also boast an impressive live show, although it might actually belong to the bar.

The rest of us are out on the dance floor, hopping around to the music, hoping for a cheap brush of fate with one of these ladies. John breaks away from us to scout the perimeter for any fresh prospects. During this interim I do enjoy the inevitable wayward interactions with Keisha.

“I thought that was so hilarious earlier when my friend got kicked out of the bar, and you were like, gee, that’s terrible!” she’s shouting into my ear at one point, laughing hysterically.

John returns with even better information than this. “There’s a couple outrageously hot chicks on the other dance floor,” he tells me. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

We stroll off to the back room and step up to the elevated floor, casually work our way toward these two honeys. And yes, they are quite exceptional in appearance. Just as we’re about to zero in on them, however, these two dudes swoop in and throw their arms around the girls, clearly some sort of flag panting move. Damn. So the ladies are claimed, but whatever. As more ammunition mounting in this war chest of whatever you want to call it, Keisha and Pam have actually followed us back here, with Mike in tow right behind them. So they climb onto this platform with us, and we continue dancing in this dingy corridor.

-E. Broad Street-

Columbus Dispatch

Columbus Dispatch (62 E. Broad) – Home of the city’s major daily newspaper. I don’t feel like Cleveland bests Columbus in very many categories at all, but this is one exception – The Plain Dealer has always been a better paper. A lot of people, including some of my friends and I, were vaguely horrified when the Dispatch bought up treasured weekly independents, The Other Paper and Alive! True to form, they soon axed The Other Paper, citing overkill. In fairness, however, I will say they didn’t really seem to tinker with Alive! much, far less than expected.

-W. Broad Street-

COSI

Center of Science and Industry. It’s an okay spot, though much less exciting than one might imagine. A trip to the zoo or the Ohio Historical Society easily offers you much more bang for your buck. Only recommended if you’ve never been and are burned out on all the other similar options in town.

Emma digging into chocolate cake at Spaghetti Warehouse

  Spaghetti Warehouse – Treasured destination over the years, mostly because my daughter Emma is somewhat of a spaghetti maniac. Our most notable visit here was probably her 4th birthday party, which featured a memorably random cast of family members. Up above are some photos of her attacking chocolate birthday cake at that party. Maddie appears to be enjoying herself considerably just watching her sister in action. As the name would imply, it’s a great old building with a warehouse vibe, the highlight being this train car with highly in-demand seating.

  -German Village-

The original Max & Erma’s was opened down here in 1958 (739 S. 3rd Street), before becoming a franchise in 1972. Sadly this spot went belly up in 2017 and an operation known as Wunderbar currently calls this address home. But as a consolation prize, there’s no shortage of great restaurants and taverns both, mostly within walking distance of one another, down in this district.

  -Uptown District-

Mitchell’s Steakhouse

    Downtown Columbus This has already been a fun, if sprawling and chaotic, section to tackle. Expect frequent changes as I continue to add to and revise the sections.

#Arena District #Brewery District #Columbus Dispatch #COSI #Dispatch #downtown Columbus #Mitchell&039;s #Mitchell&039;s Steakhouse #North Market #Victory&039;s