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[generalsoulunknown]

if you’re gonna be anti riara but ship rafia/rofia in the same breath, i need you to be honest about what that is actually about. you can prefer rafia for whatever reason, that’s fine, but to write dissertations on how riara is morally bad and then ship him with another woman who doesn’t even know what he did is crazy

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[fladorphae]

[pharaohdynamic]

Means so much to meeee

[jiminiespinky]

2013 bangtan, “you wanna fight?”

2015 bangtan, “you wanna cuddle?” 

[iadorefashionn]

get this dress here

[mishafer]

If you DON'T LIKE pineapple on pizza, reblog this post.

And if you DO like pineapple on your pizza, reblog THIS POST.

I’m doing a census on this ongoing argument please help it’s obviously important. 

[sixmorningsafter]

TVD AU || Six Mornings After - Baroline’s bedrooms.

[myboyfriendpetebuttigieg]

Reblog this if you slept with my ex-wife Susan.

Trying to prove a point to my divorce lawyer.

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[iddieforkai]

HA! Katherine…this is why I love you.

[brianttran-deactivated20120224]

Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

[ovod0se]

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

[whatgracelikes-deactivated20190]

omg im so glad to se so many people love their mummy

[ameriagrae]

Why’re you being mean to my mum?

[larryismyhallelujah-blog]

goddamn it

[lollie-pond-deactivated20150728]

Nope. Googled it. 15 minuets. Nope. Not taking any chances

[steampoweredplayer]

Koop

[twirliest]

This has 1.2 million reblogs … Ps not riskin it

[nathanvj]

1.4 almost ps not risking it

[queenprotein-deactivated2016012]

Fuck this post

[i-likethesummer-rain]

2.5 million notes I hate myself

[octopodeez]

IM SORRY

[rayinberkeley]

These exchanges between a bigot named Brendan Sullivan, and a heroic troll named Robert Graves, will be the best thing you read all day, I promise.

[zalrb]

List of Fan Fiction

OK! I’ve decided to do an entirely new post with a list of ALL of my fan fiction. If you have a request for me to do a pairing let me know; the only one I’ll hesitate doing is Kolonnie because I know nothing about Kol’s personality as I do not watch The Originals! And the list:

Bonkai Fan Fiction (Most recent at the top)

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/134907393240/euphoria-pt-2

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/134700408935/a-woman-possessed-pt1

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/130213849910/desire-nsfw

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/129292375755/inflamed-insanity-nsfw

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/128791068775/killing-me-bonkai-fanfic

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/128488179110/the-problem-is

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/128058152350/honesty-bonkai-snippet-pt-2

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/127978437090/mine-bonkai-snippet

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/127399178295/heat-calm-the-story-of-bonkai-stelena

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/126879602640/rushing-back

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/125760237090/power

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/122966539100/beneath-the-moon-bonkai-one-shot

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/121614032815/the-kiss-bonkai-fan-fic-teaser

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/120821876440/spite-bonkai-fan-fiction

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/120514855815/hunger

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/120121053525/only-ours

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/119058925670/taking-over-the-night

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/118281661540/here-here-with-you

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/118012542920/consumed-k-nsju-m-d

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/117884432370/we-were-born-sick

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/108106119865/insatiable-appetite-bonkai-fanfic

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/107882098900/wicked-games-bonkai-fanfic

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/107880241075/the-first-step-is-admitting-you-have-a-problem

Stelena Fan Fiction

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/133509775715/drunkhow-could-i-nsfw

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/130910071380/the-first-time-and-the-hundredth-pt-4

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/130654817800/revelations-pt-3

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/129433886360/painted-altar-pt-2

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/128224713800/tell-me-pt-1-stelena-fan-fic

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/128488179110/the-problem-is

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/127399178295/heat-calm-the-story-of-bonkai-stelena

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/126879602640/rushing-back

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/124261043055/wrecked-stelena-fan-fic

Steroline Fan Fiction

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/107882080510/maybe-i-didmaybe-i-do-steroline-fanfic

[zalrb]

Updated my fanfic list. Please all check out Euphoria and A Woman Possessed, it’s been a while since I wrote bonkai fics :P

[misslilmel]

Yassssssss

[kingpinnn]

The most beautiful thing I have  heard all day and you have the opportunity to hear it too.

[honeydewleaf-deactivated2017123]

One of my faves that was lost to the internet is back

[alexander]

does anyone know the name of this instrument and possibly the source of this video?

[xtoastadox]

This is a Hang drum. No clue who this artist is. She is Good though.

[zalrb]

A Woman Possessed {Pt.1}

OK! So for those of you who answered my post, there is a majority vote for me to post this one shot in parts so here is part 1, which basically sets up what the one shot will be about and so it is very dialogue heavy don’t worry, Part 2 will be decidedly not) and I really wanted to make the triangle between Bonnie and Kai and Jeremy complicated and realistic and heartbreaking and raw and that means acknowledging Beremy but also being brutally honest about it and about the Bonnie I’ve created in my BonKai Fanfic World and how she feels. I really hope you guys like this and find it intriguing and complex because it is definitely one of my more psychologically interesting one shots … I might also play up Damon’s role in this because a part of me is playing around with the idea of all these men want Bonnie in different ways but that she IS wanted and funnily enough I truly feel like these dynamics and these desires for Bonnie are IN the narrative. So please comment and reblog :) bonkais-witchywoo bonkai-is-life bonkai-diaries bonkaiforever bonkaiqueen bonkaimonluv thewitchandlonerdiaries humbu-bumbu beccacupcakesxo writeturnlove wasabicakes jordanjanellejoy darkbonkai offlinebonkai malachaibennett misslilmel kissmebluesexyvioletsme melissasbamonromantictales mysticfalls-originals l0nd0ninnit much-lemons queensfelicity sunnydrive92 sobeyondtwisted

(not my gifs)

The note said to be at the Salvatore Mansion at two-thirty in the afternoon. Bonnie had woken up to find a thick cream-coloured card on the pillow next to her, Caroline’s precise and swirly handwriting on the front. It was almost like an invitation.

Salvatore Mansion. 2:30 Sharp. Do not blow this off, Bonnie.

           The word sharp had been underlined three times and Caroline had chosen a Tuesday to call this meeting or whatever it was — a day Bonnie had only two morning classes and was free from noon on. It had to be important. Probably supernatural-forces-running-amok-in-Mystic-Falls important and this was the only way Caroline could think to get a hold of her. Bonnie knew she had been a hard person to reach lately; never in the dorm, barely present during lectures, forever sneaking off just after dusk and sneaking back in just before dawn …

Bonnie had been a woman possessed for the past week, driving down roads and walking through campus hallways as if in a fog, only brought to life when she experienced his touch, his gaze  — the only thing that could devastate her with yearning and suffocate her with frustration; the only thing that could make her feel anything deeply.

Kai.

Nights with him had cost her her daily life and she had allowed them to but now it seemed as if her daily life needed her back and so she made it a point to take the note seriously. It was two twenty-eight when she opened the door to the Salvatore Mansion. Bonnie had expected to see everyone in the living room: Caroline, Elena, Stefan, Damon, Tyler, Matt, Alaric. The whole gang. Instead she only saw Elena sitting tensely on the couch and Caroline putting a fruit platter on the coffee table. After a minute she saw that Damon was there too, skulking in the corner and glowering at the room, his arms folded.

This was weird.

“Uh … am I early?”

Quickly, Elena stood up from the couch and rubbed the front of her jeans with her hands. “Bonnie, hi,” she said.

Caroline turned her head away from the coffee table to look at the living room entrance. “Oh, right on time! Come in. We have a fruit platter.”

Damon snorted just as Bonnie said, “Yeah, I can see that. Where’s everyone else?”

“Everyone else?”

“Yeah, aren’t we … isn’t there something wrong?”

“Yes,” said Caroline.

“No,” said Elena, walking up to Caroline and standing next to her. “Not wrong. Well, nothing supernatural at least.”

“But it’s only Tuesday,” said Damon.

Bonnie ignored him. “So then why are we all here?”

“Well,” said Elena. “We’re here, uh, we’re here for you, Bonnie. Because we’re worried about you.”

“Why would you be worried about me?”

Caroline’s eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? We’ve—”

Elena nudged Caroline in the ribs and shot her a reproachful look. Immediately, Caroline pressed her lips together and then looked at Bonnie with a mixture of sheepishness and defiance. When she spoke again, Bonnie could tell she was choosing her words carefully. “We’ve noticed some … changes in you lately, drastic changes and we wanted to talk to you about them, about the choices you’re making.”

Bonnie furrowed her eyebrows. “The choices I’m making? What choices? What changes?”

“Oh I don’t know, the staying out all night, the cutting class, the bailing on hot guys like Terrence, the mystery disappearances, the vague excuses for not spending any time with us, the—”

           “Bonnie, look,” said Elena, cutting Caroline off. “We just want to talk. This isn’t about judging you.” And with these words Elena glanced at Caroline pointedly and Caroline sighed deeply, nodding her head.

           “I don’t get it,” said Bonnie. “What would you be judging me for?”

           “Oh come on! We know you’ve been sleeping with Kai!” said Caroline, throwing her hands up in the air.

           There was nothing but resounding silence after Caroline’s exclamation and Bonnie felt herself experience a myriad of emotions. Panic was the most urgent and overwhelming of her reactions but beneath that there was guilt, the same guilt that soured her stomach whenever she and Kai lay next to each other breathless and spent yet hungry for more of each other, for more of what they made each other feel, it was a guilt that had become less consuming over time but still churned inconveniently in her gut whenever she descended to that darkness that always existed within her but that only became seductive whenever she and Kai lost themselves in one another. Beyond that guilt she felt bewilderment — how did they find out she and Kai were sleeping together? And then it came back to her. The day she and Kai had their “makeup” sex, if you could call it that, she hadn’t been too convincing on the phone, sighing and panting, sometimes moaning whenever Kai’s mouth made contact with her body, he’d done that to cause this. He probably didn’t turn off the phone when he took it away from her either. And the bewilderment turned to anger at Kai for forcing this confrontation and yet that anger gave way to an odd sense of relief because now she and Kai were no longer a secret, which somehow made it feel less … sinful because her best friends knew and she no longer had to hide. But in a bizarre way, that relief transformed into disappointment because as much as the secret of being with Kai chewed away at her, it also empowered her; it was something that was entirely hers and hers alone, something she didn’t have to share with anyone else when she’d spent so much time giving pieces of herself to those around her and getting nothing return. And finally the disappointment fell away to indignation and resentment at her friends for summoning her here because they obviously felt that they had the moral high ground in this situation.

           After everything they’ve done…

           Bonnie cleared her throat and then looked from Caroline to Elena to Damon to the fruit platter. She just realized that there were cue cards on the coffee table. How long have they been planning this?

She looked to Caroline and Elena again. “Are you hosting an intervention for me because I’m sleeping with Kai?”

           “Bingo!” said Damon. He didn’t move from his corner.

           Bonnie scoffed, shaking her head. “I can’t believe this.”

           “We’re only doing this because we care,” said Caroline.

           “Really? Because it seems like it’s just a reason to stand around and feel superior.”

           “Bonnie, that’s not fair,” said Elena, shocked. “Like we said we’re worried about you and that’s why—”

           The sound of glasses clinking made Elena stop talking and she turned around to look at the living room. Damon was pouring himself a drink from the bar.

           “Damon,” said Caroline. “You don’t drink alcohol at an intervention!”

           “You don’t drink alcohol at an intervention for alcoholism, which this isn’t so I can. I mean …” He took a sip of bourbon. “If I was nose deep in pu—”

           “OK enough,” said Bonnie, raising her hand. “No one asked for your commentary.”

           “In fact no one asked you to be here, Damon,” said Caroline, turning around so she could glare at him from behind her shoulder. “So why are you? This is just for friends.”

           Damon didn’t respond but simply looked at Bonnie, his eyes locking with hers, as he took another large gulp of bourbon from his glass, his expression vehement and almost pained.

           “OK, I think we’re getting sidetracked,” said Elena.

           “Right,” said Caroline, turning back to Bonnie. “Like Elena said, this isn’t about judging you. We called this intervention because we think you’re making a serious mistake and—”

           “You care about me,” said Bonnie, finishing the sentence. “That’s why you brought me here, right?”

           “Yes,” said Caroline and Elena at the same time.

           “And you two, you care about each other, right?”

           “How could you even ask that? We’ve all been best friends since we were kids, practically since we were babies,” said Elena.

           “Exactly, of course me and Elena care about each other,” said Caroline.

           “OK so where was either of your interventions?” said Bonnie, folding her arms.

           There was a pause.

           “I’m sorry, what?” said Elena.

           “Well when you chose Damon over Stefan,” said Bonnie, inclining her head to where Damon was standing. “I don’t remember us holding an intervention for you.”

           Elena opened her mouth and then closed it and then opened it again. “Well it wasn’t like you two brought out the welcome wagon when we first got together, Bonnie.”

           “Because he tried to kill me?” said Bonnie.

           “Kai has also tried to kill me.”

           “Why should that stop me from sleeping with him when Damon trying to kill me didn’t stop you?”

           “It did for —”

           “For what?” said Bonnie. “For a while? Was that what you were going to say? But it wasn’t enough to keep you from seeing him altogether. Him turning Vicki wasn’t enough or him trying to kill Jeremy twice or him killing Tyler’s uncle or him compelling Caroline or —”

           “Hey! I’m right here!” said Damon emphatically.

           Bonnie looked at him. “And?”

           He scowled and drained his glass, opening the decanter to pour himself another drink. “I don’t know why I felt I had to come to this,” he mumbled.        

“I fell in love with him, Bonnie,” said Elena quietly. “And I fought it for as long as I could but he — he made up for everything he’s done —”

“Why? Because you said so? Because he made it up to you when it was other people he hurt?”

“Still right here!”

“Shut up, Damon,” snapped Caroline. “Bonnie, are you forgetting that Kai left you in a prison world to die? Didn’t he stab you in the gut?”

“Didn’t Tyler bite you and infect you with werewolf venom?”

“Only because Klaus used the Sirebond and forced him to!”

“Yeah and then you slept with Klaus. And he also stabbed you and bit you. And he killed Tyler’s mom.”

“I should’ve never slept with Klaus,” said Caroline.

“But you did and there was no intervention for you was there?”

“The way you’re defending Kai, Bonnie,” said Elena. Bonnie saw Damon about to take a sip of his drink but then stop and look in her direction. “What is it between you two?”

Bonnie shook her head and sighed. “I’m not defending Kai, I’m defending my privacy and my right to do what I want.”

“Which is having sex with Kai,” said Caroline.

“Yes,” said Bonnie.

“Jesus, the sex can’t be that good,” said Damon, opening the decanter yet again to top off his glass.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle it if I told you just how good it was, Damon,” said Bonnie waspishly.

Damon’s jaw tightened. He looked like he was about to say something when another voice forestalled him.

“How good what was?”

Another loud silence filled the empty room; everyone stilled. That voice…

Slowly, Bonnie turned around. “Jeremy,” she whispered.

Jeremy stood in the foyer, a large duffle bag hanging off his shoulder. His hair was longer than it was when she saw him last, almost floppy like it had been when they were in high school.

“Hi, Bonnie.” His voice was quiet, the way he said her name, it was almost soft. The tenderness in his tone sent an initial shock of anger through Bonnie that dissipated as abruptly as it came forth and then Bonnie suffered thousands of emotions at once, more intense than what she’d felt when Caroline had told her they knew about Kai because now her emotions were attached to images, memories. Her and Jeremy’s first kiss. The night she channelled him and lost her powers. Him talking to Anna’s ghost in front of her. The tears she’d shed when she found out he’d kissed Anna. The day he left Mystic Falls. The night she gave her own life for his. The first time they’d made love. Their last phone call before she’d gone to the prison world. The numerous calls she’d made when she found her way back from hell. The constant voicemails. The never-ending dial tone. The abandonment, the love, the loss, the longing, the betrayal, the heartbreak, the inevitable numbness … and it all had transformed into another bout of anger, shades of which were directed at him but most of which was directed at herself.  

Bonnie turned to Elena. “You called him here?”

“I thought that you maybe needed to see him.”

“You shouldn’t’ve…”

“What’s going on? I could hear the yelling from outside.”

“An intervention, Little Gilbert,” said Damon. “I could’ve told Vampire Barbie it would go sideways. Interventions never end well. I should know. I have a ripper for a brother.”

“We should’ve used the cue cards,” said Caroline, mumbling to herself.

“Wait, an intervention for what?” said Jeremy. “For who?”

“Well —”

“Damon,” said Elena, her voice a warning. She shook her head.  

Damon sighed. “Not important,” he said.

Jeremy switched his gaze from Damon back to Bonnie, a significant look intensifying his expression, and he walked toward her but she moved away.

“I can’t, I can’t do this. I have somewhere else I need to be,” said Bonnie, moving toward the front entrance.

Caroline and Elena took a step toward her. “Bonnie, where are you going?”

“Yeah,” said Jeremy, inching closer to her. “I want to talk to you. I need to talk to you. There’s so much I’ve wanted to say…”

Bonnie looked at him, her lips parted and she felt a familiar warmth twinge in her chest; a warmth unique to Jeremy except it was dulled now and somehow distant, almost like an echo. She blinked. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Maybe later.”

She left the Mansion quickly, Jeremy’s expression a dominant image in her mind, the feel of Damon’s eyes as they watched her back a shadow on her skin. She could still hear Elena’s moralistic concern and Caroline’s self-righteous worriedness as she charged down the driveway. When she finally got back into her car, she started to drive without a destination in mind, the need to just aimlessly wander and decompress her motivation to put her foot to the gas. It had been months since she’d seen Jeremy; not even seen but heard — he didn’t return one of the many messages she’d left when she’d returned from the prison world much less visit her to see if she was really back in the flesh. It had wounded her. Deeply. Jeremy was the first person she’d ever really loved, the first person she realized she’d do absolutely anything for, he had been her everything before she’d gone to the prison world. There’d been nothing she wouldn’t have given him and she had given her life for his not one but two times to prove it. And he hadn’t returned even one of her phone calls when she finally clawed her way out of the magical nineties.

But that’s not the problem …

No. That wasn’t the problem. At least not anymore. The problem was … she hadn’t forgotten about Jeremy because that would be impossible, utterly unfathomable, but he didn’t belong to her anymore and she didn’t belong to him and that divorce of connection went beyond the simplicity of labels like girlfriend and boyfriend. No, ever since the prison world, Bonnie’s life had been split in two. Pre-1990s Bonnie and Post-1990s Bonnie. And Jeremy didn’t mean to Post-1990s Bonnie what he meant to Pre-1990s Bonnie. It wasn’t just that he didn’t fit into her current life, the love she’d had for him and the love he’d had for her, the way it had made her feel, it didn’t move her now, it barely even made sense to her, remembering Jeremy was like remembering another life, like looking into the memories of someone who wasn’t her.

And now he was back.

Now he was here. In Mystic Falls. In her vicinity. Maybe he didn’t expect anything, maybe he knew not to ask for them to get back together but there’d been an unspoken understanding between him and Pre-1990s Bonnie, that in some way, shape or form, they were forever. No matter how much life changed or how far apart they grew, the understanding was that their love would be a constant and something they’d both give in to even if it was only for a week or a day or an hour. They could always return to each other. But that Bonnie was dead. He’d gazed at her in the Salvatore Mansion ready to return to her but there was no one there to return to him. And it angered her. It angered her that a piece of herself, a piece of herself that could revel in the simplicity of love, that could be content with warmth, that could appreciate innocence, was gone. It angered her that this Bonnie had found herself parked outside Kai’s house even though she’d had no intention of stopping there or anywhere, to just keep driving. It angered her that even now, even with everything going on within her, she was still a woman possessed, a woman drawn to the person who had complicated everything for her.

[malachaibennett]

Loved it! Very interesting, I’ve been waiting for Caroline and Elena to confront Bonnie and for Bonnie to confront them with their hypocrisy. And this actually sounds a lot like something Elena and Caroline would do, hosting an intervention. I think you did a really great job with Bonnie’s POV in this one, especially with regards to Beremy vs. Bonkai.

Bonnie shook her head and sighed. “I’m not defending Kai, I’m defending my privacy and my right to do what I want.”

“Which is having sex with Kai,” said Caroline.

“Yes,” said Bonnie.

“Jesus, the sex can’t be that good,” said Damon, opening the decanter yet again to top off his glass.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle it if I told you just how good it was, Damon,” said Bonnie waspishly.

This entire part was just GOLD.

I can’t wait for the next part!

[zalrb]

Aww thanks, that means a lot. I also really felt like Elena and Caroline would hold an intervention for Bonnie and it was a chance for me to sort of point out JP’s hypocrisy when it comes to Bonnie and having Damon there … as I said in the beginning, I wanted to play with the idea of Bonnie being wanted since the show never explores the dynamics of that but I wanted to show the differences in the want these men have for her so the way Jeremy wants her and Damon and Kai will all be different and something i’ll touch upon again in the second part, which is exclusively a BonKai part.  And I’m really glad you thought that I did a good job with Bonnie’s POV with Beremy and BonKai because while this is most definitely a BonKai fanfic, I wanted to show the complexity of a first love and what it is she has with Kai now :)

[writeturnlove]

(A Little Bonkai Fluff) - from @writeturnlove

Bonnie: [Curled up on her sofa with her Kindle as she answers her cell phone] Hello?

Kai: Hey Beautiful.

Bonnie: [Laughs nervously] Oh, hey

Kai: Oh Hey? So all I get is an ‘Oh, Hey’ after last night and, [smirking] ahem, this morning?

Bonnie: [blushing] Look, last night was great – amazing actually, and this morning … I can’t even describe this morning, but it can’t happen again; you know that.

Kai: Sure it can. It’s been happening for the past several months already.

Bonnie: I realize that Kai, but we can’t. 

Kai: You know Bonnie – a little tip, if you’re going to play hard to get, you should at least pretend that you don’t want to be caught.

Bonnie: [Rolls her eyes, but laughs in spite of herself] I’m not playing hard to get.

Kai: No, you’re playing hard to keep.

Bonnie: [She takes a quick deep breath] So you want to keep me?

Kai: You already know that answer to that, Pretty Eyes, so why don’t you let me come over. I can cook dinner for you. You could be dessert for me.

Bonnie: You’re bad!

Kai: I’m bad? This coming from the woman that, I seem to recall, begged me to smack her perfect ass last night and call her my naughty little witch.

Bonnie: [Covers her face with her hands] I was caught up in the moment.

Kai: So, let’s get caught up in the moment again…or tied up in it if you’d like.

Bonnie: That’s very tempting, but I’m two minutes from getting a pizza from Giovanni’s.

Kai: Seriously? You’d rather have crappy pizza than a gourmet feast made by yours truly? 

Bonnie: It’s not that.

Kai: So what is it?

Bonnie: [Pausing briefly] I’m just scared.

Kai: [Getting serious for a moment] Bonnie, I’m not going to hurt you. Never again, okay? I promise. 

Bonnie: Maybe that’s exactly what I’m afraid of. [Knocking on the door.] Hey, I have to go. My food is here. I’ll call you back, okay.

Kai: Yeah, okay.

[Bonnie looks through the peephole and sees the delivery woman from the pizza place. She pays for the pizza and shuts the door, leaning her forehead against it.]

Bonnie: [Muttering to herself] Damn it Kai! I was hoping it was you.

[Bonnie turns around to place the pizza on the counter. Kai appears out of thin air leaning against the counter in front of her. She jumps back two feet.]

Bonnie: Holy hell, Kai!

Kai: What? Show up at your door as the delivery guy? How cliché? You know I prefer to make an entrance.

Bonnie: [Huffing as she walks around him to pull out one plate from the kitchen cabinet.] Just because you showed up wearing your Black Coat of Sex doesn’t mean you can have any pizza.

Kai: [Spins around in the coat, then slowly takes it off, tossing it on the back of the sofa.] Black Coat of Sex, huh? Gonna have to remember to wear it more often, I guess. [Throwing her a wink]

Bonnie: I thought you were bringing over groceries to make me a gourmet dinner. [She looks around him.] What? No pit-stop at the grocery store?

Kai: Oh, I stopped.

Bonnie: [Bonnie walks over, playing with his shirt and smiling sweetly up at him] And…?

Kai: [Reaches behind his back and pulls out a rose] Here you are. [Handing it to her.]

Bonnie: [Takes it and smiles] Thank you. [She turns to put it in a small vase on the counter when he stops her.]

Kai: See, what I planned on doing tonight [Kai takes her hand and leads her to the living room to sit down] was making you this spectacular dinner – Reditum – [Two plates of food appear on her coffee table] Turn down the lights [The lights flicker off] Light some candles. [Candles light around the room on their own] and tell you something.

Bonnie: [Swallowing hard] Tell me what?

Kai: [Leans and kisses her earlobe before whispering] That I love you Bonnie Sheila Bennett, and I always want you to be my naughty little witch. 

Bonnie: [Blushing again and forcing back a smile] Always?

Kai: Yep.

Bonnie: Doesn’t “always” usually come with a ring?

Kai: [He pats his chest and then reaches into his pockets like he’s looking for something. He raises his empty hands] A ring is so conventional, Bon. I’m a rebel.

Bonnie: Mmm Hmm.

[Bonnie stands up and heads to the kitchen. Kai begins to whistle a tune as he follows her. She sniffs the flower again and notices something hard in the center of the petals. She pulls out a diamond ring and her mouth flies open. She turns around and he’s kneeling on one knee]

Kai: So my understanding of this tradition is that I’m supposed to give that to you and ask you if you’re willing to spend the rest of your life with me…. Driving you absolutely crazy inside and outside of bed. 

Bonnie: [She walks over and slowly places the ring in the center of his palm.] Here you are.

Kai: [Clears his throat and looks up at her] Marry me, Bonnie.

Bonnie: [Smiling mischievously] Is that an order or a question?

Kai: It’s a request from the guy whose knee is hurting from being bent on this cold, cheap kitchen tile of yours. [He winks, then reaches for her left hand and slips the ring on it.] Will you – Marry me?

Bonnie: [Nodding furiously until she can actually say the words through her tears] Yes!!

[Kai stands, picks her up sitting her on the kitchen table and kisses her passionately for what seems like an eternity.] 

[Bonnie slinks off the table, grabbing his shirt and tugging him away from the kitchen.]

Kai: What are you doing Bennett? Did that kiss make you forget that dinner is in the living room? 

Bonnie: I know. [Bonnie pulls her shirt over hear head, tossing it in his face] But dessert’s in the bedroom!

Kai: [Chuckles as he follows her, singing] Somebody’s gonna get spanked! 

[malachaibennett]

ugh all this fluff is just killing me this weekend. Love it, so cute!

[fanboyingoverdemigods]

[fruitcrocs-deactivated20240702]

not even fuckin risking it at this stage

[arwwenn-blog]

reblogging this again because it fucking works