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--- kolshepard.
Kol furrowed his brows and listened to Samara talk. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“ You look about ten times more fuckable than you usually do, ” the brunette responded blatantly, her gaze dropping and rising to look his frame over without shame as she licked her lips. Samara was fully unaware of the words spilling past her just then, a coquettish smirk drawing over her features as she spoke again, “ Can I come over tonight ? ”
--- evie-richland.
The crease in her brow deepened the longer the other woman spoke, concern finding its way into her gaze as she would simply stare at her, “Tasty good?” she echoed in her confusion.
“ You know, ” Samara began with a giddy chuckle, a shoulder lifting and falling in an easy shrug, “ You know when you see someone really attractive and your first thought is like, ‘ Yum ’ ? Like that. ”
--- kellygrayson.
A laugh spilled from Kelly’s lips as she tried one as well. “I definitely think these are real fruit so I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”
She snorted at nothing in particular, evading a sigh of relief. “ Good. Because crap like sugary cereal is not good for my thighs. As much as I wish it was. --- Hey, pass that bottle, would you ? Something’s gotta wash this down. ”
“ Relax. I’ve only had, like --- a gallon of the good stuff. And maybe about eleventy-twelve of these fruit stick things. Are they real fruit ? They taste suspiciously candy-like to me. Like those fruit-loop things. Don’t tell me I just blew out my wallet on fruit loops.
OH. And by the way, you look good today. Like, tasty good. ”
--- anyarabinovich.
Anya closed her eyes, inhaling and exhaling some air as she tried to catch her breath. To Samara’s question, she raised an eyebrow. “Other than the wide presence of venomous and dangerous spiders since the early time period , which led to the development of a big ass fear of spiders in people?” She recited, as she’s already went through that information when her Arachnophobia came up during one of the meetings with her psychologist. “When I was in kindergarten some group of kids thought it would be funny to fill my backpack with spiders.” She grunted, shuddering at the memory. “Needless to say I didn’t share the thought.”
At the woman’s explanation, her eyes widened, shocked. “Filled your bag with spiders?” Samara repeated after her, shaking her head at the thought alone. “Shit. What kind of vicious, cold-blooded kindergartners even think like that? Much less, find that many spiders?” the brunette questioned, thinking back to her early years of school. She thought some of the kids were bad; like gluing each other’s hands to pencils bad, or daring someone to eat leaves bad, but not this bad. “Man, I totally get it. Four year old me would have been mortified,” Samara added, tone dead serious.
--- catalinaeljaguar.
“Oh, I thought you spoke spanish,” She smiled and shook her head. “It doesn’t matter,” she didn’t need to explain her joke.
Catalina looked down at her shoes when the woman commented on them. “Thank you, they’re Manolos.”
Chuckling at herself for using the phrase in the first place, a single shoulder rolled in a shrug, “It’s all I know.” Her eyes averted back down to the woman’s heels, emitting a small sigh at the sight, “Damn. How much did you get them for?”
--- kolshepard.
Kol scoffed and nodded his head, he slid his hands into his jean’s pockets. “I’m a childish and idiotic person who thinks, you, Samara, are worth it. I don’t give a damn if you don’t care, but I do care.” He exclaimed at the girl. Boy, he could be handling this situation a lot more better than this. “Oh wow, Samara, have you ever thought about letting someone in for once? If I am not an asshole like you claimed a few minutes ago, you could let me in. Fuck Samara, why do you have to do this? Things could be normal! I’m not a fucking ass that goes around using girls. Do you really think I would do anything to purposely hurt you or your family? No. Stop being so stubborn and just listen and let someone in for once. It’s okay to cry and talk things out. You aren’t the only one with problems in their life. I know you don’t want help, but damn it Sam, I want to help even if you don’t need it. I’m here for you. Is that such a hard concept to grasp? Do you want me to spell it out for you?”
“Of course I’ve thought about letting people in, Kol! I have! Would I do it? Sure, why not again? But, we said from the absolute start, asshole, sex, and strictly sex.” Her expression hardened, balling her fists by her sides, nails creating crescents at the bases of her palms. “Why don’t you let it run through your head that I don’t need you, as much as you want me to need you. I can do all this shit myself and I don’t want help from anyone, especially you. Noelle doesn’t need you, Jasper doesn’t need you, I don’t need you,” she spat, turning away from him once again. It did pain her to say it, as much as she hated to admit it to even herself. There were nothing but lies leaving her lips. By this point, a single tear in her eye had freed itself and ran down her cheek. Samara was unable to keep up the act any longer, and her head ducked down to look at the floor, wiping at her eyes once again. “Fuck, Kol,” the brunette muttered, and her voice shook in the slightest, shaking her head, “I know you’re not a bad guy. It’s just that---God, sorry, all of this is so complicated, okay?”
--- simplyxdevinex.
“She’ll be three in August.”
“Aw, so she’ll be starting school soon?”
--- anyarabinovich.
“Oh my God.” Anya mumbled to herself, taking a long, deep breath. As she watched Samara quickly and gently handling the spider and taking it outside, the woman let out a sigh and moved a few strands of her away from her face, tucking them behind her ears. “Uh, yeah, yes.” She nodded, wearing her apathetic mask once again. “Thanks.”
“No big deal,” the younger woman responded with a simple shrug, tossing the used and now empty cup into the recycling bin. “Damn,” she then muttered quietly to herself, curiosity suddenly getting the best of her, “Can you tell me what caused that?”
--- catalinaeljaguar.
Catalina turned when she heard the familiar language. “Por lo general obtener esa reacción.” It was a joke but she wondered what had the woman’s attention.
“Sorry?” said Samara, half in confusion at how she didn’t understand the language and half in sudden sheepishness at how she was staring at the woman’s feet so obviously. “Oh, those are gorgeous.”
--- simplyxdevinex.
“How old’s your son?”
“He’s almost five. How ‘bout that kiddo of yours?”
--- simplyxdevinex.
Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers out there. I was spoiled rotten with breakfast in bed (courtesy of Nana and a very eager toddler who ate half my plate) and Chinese food for dinner.
“Aw, that’s adorable. Happy Mother’s Day to you too! Meanwhile I, on the other hand, got a rock painted green with the words ‘you rock’ written in sharpie on it. I guess it’s the thought that counts, anyway, even though it was his teacher’s idea.”
--- kolshepard.
Kol stayed silent and his lips were pursed. Was Kol the reason why they couldn’t have nice things? He ran his hands threw his dark hair, almost as if he wants to yank it out. He scoffed with her and nodded his head slowly. “Yea, right, fuck me, because I try being a nice person to someone I care for and have feelings for more and somehow I am the villain ruining everything and raining on your parade. Yea, thanks. I really needed this comfort. Sorry for being a nice person. Really, it feels great that someone I would die for feels this way.”
She was almost out the door when he spoke up again, and Samara was forced to stop in retaliation. “Die for? Die for? Don’t let that shit come out of your mouth if you don’t mean it, Shepard.” The brunette wouldn’t let the words phase her. She just wouldn’t allow herself to believe such a stupid thing to say. "Nobody would sacrifice themselves for me, Kol. No one should. It’s childish and idiotic and I’m not worth it, okay? Save your dumbass sacrifices for someone who cares.” Or at least, showed that they cared. It was something Samara never did. “Better we end this now before everyone grows too attached. --- Treat Jasper and Noelle like you’re their teacher, not their dad, because you’re not, and talk to me like I’m just another student’s mom. Call me for when the kids get out of line, not when you are and are in need a good fuck. I’ll pick them up from school from now on, I’ll pick up a later shift, I don’t care. I don’t need you. I don’t want to do this anymore.”
--- kolshepard.
“Oh my gosh, choke me till I die, Samara.” He rubbed his face, annoyed. “No, no, no, I don’t think you need help. I was offering help! That’s what people do!” He shook his head and before he knew it, he pulled Samara in for a hug, rubbing her back gently. Kol had never seen the girl get like this and it was making him nervous. He wanted to do anything he can for her and he felt stupid for trying f she was gonna to never realize it. He was ready to get beaten up by the girl. Maybe he shouldn’t speak to her. “I care for you and why is that so hard to understand? I’m just an asshole because I had no representation of love in my life and I’m not very good at it or showing it or whatever. Why don’t you just open up for once and maybe I can do something for you other than just have sex! I’m not that type of guy.”
Before she could fully piece the moment together, Samara was wrapped up in his arms. But not in the way she was used to. It was full of affection rather than lust, whole-hearted with care rather than half-assed for a good night. She could have sworn she almost felt herself melting into him just then, but she wouldn’t let herself show it. The embrace lasted no longer than the moment her spoke and was in no way returned by Mara, broken when her shoulder nudged him away. “Well, I don’t want help, Kol! Do you honestly believe I still think you’re an asshole after everything you’ve already done for Jasper? And for Noelle? After you taught him how to ride a bike because I couldn’t? How you helped her with her history homework because I couldn’t? How you drop them off at home because I couldn’t? Stop mixing up the feelings you have for them as feelings for me. The only break I need is one away from this,” she scoffed. A break from whatever the hell they were. “Fuck you.”
--- kolshepard.
“I didn’t expect you to know, Sam. We’re supposed to learn things about each other. Hell, I know you, Jasper, and Noelle like the back of my hand. I’m trying to say that I have problems too and that I can help. If you need anything, I will give it to you. Need help with food? Picking up a kid? Money or rent? You want to go on vacation, I’ll watch the kids. Sam, I’m here to help. Jasper calls me dad.” Kol was starting to get frustrated at himself. He wanted to do something for this girl, the girl that he wasn’t supposed to have feelings for. “Can we just…be normal for one night? Let’s go out and pretend that whatever is going on in ours, isn’t what’s going on. You can tell me how work was today and how someone bought supplies that looks like someone was going to have human sacrifices, I don’t know. I just know you well enough to know that you need a break.”
“You think I need help?” Samara snapped without warning, her own pride blinding her to his compassion. How he cared no longer mattered to her. She hated pity. Being pitied made her feel helpless, and Samara was nowhere close. Sure, there were struggles here and there, but pushing through alone with a few bruises and bumps felt way better to her than flying through with help and being left unscathed. She lifted her arms from her lap, staring at the ground as she stood and wiped under her eyes with the sleeves of her sweater. Nothing, or no one, especially a man she told herself she wasn’t going to let in from the start, was going to damage what pride she had left. “I said no thanks, Kol. And I don’t take breaks.”
--- kolshepard.
Kol just stood there, freaking out inside. Samara was showing another emotion other than being a complete asshole to Kol? She wasn’t being flirty and trying to unbutton his shirt? He scratched the back of his neck, trying to think of something to say. He shifted his weight to another leg and bit his lip. “Jasper knows this, but uh…I’m adopted too. I uh, I basically grew up with one parent. My dad got murdered.” Kol left out the part of his gay parents, afraid that Sam would find the chance to ridicule him. “It uh…I know it is a bit rough trying to be a parent, or at least from what it seems. I’m sorry for being an asshole, Sam.” He apologized and he pursed his lips. “I’m always here to help, other than sexual uses, you know..” For the amount of times Kol had gotten physical with Samara, he couldn’t bring himself to hug her. Would she punch him? Possibly. “Do…do you want to get something to eat? It’s on me.”
At Kol’s confession, the random telling of the first real thing about himself, Samara swallowed harshly. What she knew about Kol was his name, his age, his occupation (after a terrifying coincidence), and his, well---kinks. He was suddenly flawed. The perfect human being she knew, almost god-like, she thought he finally seemed...mortal. He had a great home, a great job, good friends, and a flaw. She learned he had something she never expected out of him, and she could relate to him then and there. The realization that he had emotions, that he was human, washed over her, and a soft sigh left her. Mara could never had hurt him, she wasn’t capable in being cared for in that way, but she knew she could damage in other ways; by not caring, and suddenly she knew he was injured. “I---” the brunette swallowed, refusing to let her eyes water, “I’m sorry, Kol. I didn’t know.” It was her first sincere apology in a long time. Samara wasn’t the type to feel pity for the men she slept around with, but here she was, genuine and...concerned for one of them. “Uh, no---no thanks. I think I should just get home. Thanks, though.”
He had already seen enough of her mind than she had ever intended.
