Since we have nothing much to go on in regards to Kai, he’s not in any promos or synopses. All we know, at this point, is that he’s planning his comeback with the heretics from the prison world.That could mean he’ll still be in the prison world by the end of episode 21 or beginning of 22. But we know for sure that he will be in all of these remaining 3 episodes. From the sounds of episode 22 it seems as if Lily has not been reunited with the heretics yet. So does this mean that Kai comes back without them in 6X20? Maybe Bonnie goes back for Kai once she finds out his life is connected to the entire gemini coven? But what doesn’t make sense is why she would enlist Matt’s help in 6X21, why wouldn’t she just enlist Kai’s help if he’s back already? We also know Bonnie will start having nightmares about Lily soon.
In the photo below, Bonnie looks like she’s wearing something that would be worn to bed. As if she were just shooting a scene where she is sleeping. Lily was likely in the scene with Bonnie(Annie even said she was shooting with Kat all day) , it fits with the info about Bonnie having nightmares about Lily. Kai is there in the same location too. And he looks like he’s wearing different clothes than what he was wearing last in the 1903 prison world. But that could easily be Bonnie’s version of Kai in her dream. So she could be having nightmares about Lily but sexy dreams about Kai.
Sorry, I’m just trying to pass the time between now and next thursday with theories. We hardly have any info on Kai.
These BTS photos are most likely from episode 20 or possibly 21:
Imagine: Sam overhearing you crying to Dean about how badly your relationship is falling apart.
Kinda angsty-ish then gets fluffy
Word Count: 887
Sam stormed off, leaving you in the library with tears in your eyes. You and Sam had been having fights lately, they weren’t big, in fact, they were a whole bunch of small things over the course of years that had just built up and exploded and spread out into the span of a month. You heard a door slam in the distance and you jumped. It sucked, seeing Sam broken, and not knowing what to do with the pieces. You were sure that he had noticed too, all of the smallest things would set him off; whether it was the cap of toothpaste not being screwed back on, or you taking too long of showers. It used to never be like this, you guys used to be happy.
You walked down the corridor and went into the kitchen. You still had red eyes and puffy cheeks but it didn’t matter, you knew Sam would still be in your guys’ room and wouldn’t be out until a little later, and Dean had gone to the store for some food. You entered the kitchen and grabbed a glass off the drying rack and filled it up with water. You were still sniffling as you sat down at the table, you still felt like you were going to cry but you didn’t want to. Crying made you feel weak, and that was not something you ever liked to feel. You took a sip of your water and looked down.
“You okay?” A voice spoke, you looked up to see Dean with grocery bags in hand.
“Yeah”
He walked over and set the bags down on the counter before walking back over to the table you were at and sat down
“What’s wrong?”
You shook your head, “It’s nothing.”
“Obviously it’s something, Y/n talk to me.” He said, smiling, his eyes were soft.
You paused, looking at Dean. He genuinely looked like he wanted to hear about your problems. It was no secret that you and Sam were having struggles, it woke the whole bunker up when you guys fought, but Dean had been quiet about it, save the sympathetic looks he would slip you whenever it got bad. You still talked to him about everything, leaving some things out.
Sam had taken a shower and cooled off. He dried himself off and slipped on some sweats and a shirt. He decided to go find you and apologize, or at least talk, hopefully without the yelling. He walked down the hall, checking the library then Dean’s room. He knew you guys were close and that you talked a lot. He came up empty in both rooms. He wandered back down the hall hearing your and Dean’s voice coming from the kitchen.
“I just don’t know if it’s worth it anymore.”
He heard your hoarse voice, he froze right around the corner of the door. Was she talking about their relationship?
“Y/n don’t say that. I have never seen two people more perfect for each other than you guys.” Dean’s voice sounded apologetic.
“Then why do we fight over such stupid things? Things have changed, I don’t even know if he still wants to be together, if he even still loves me!”
Dean hadn’t said anything in response, it was quiet.
It broke Sam’s heart that you could think that. Of course he loved you, he could never stop, even if he wanted to.
“Listen to me, believe me or don’t. But Sam loves you, he’s crazy about you. It’s actually kind of sickening how in love he really is. I can’t tell you what you feel, but I see the way that you guys are with each other, all the looks and everything, that’s love if I’ve ever seen it.”
There was silence again. Dean was right though, where had you guys gone so wrong. Everyone was stressed and it had taken a toll on your relationship. Sam listened for anything else for your guys’ conversation but it was silent. Sam sighed, trying to figure out what to do next. He walked away, heading towards your guys’ room.
Your chair slid out from the table and you stood up. You walked down the hall and stopped at the familiar door. You stared at it, trying to decide what you were going to say to Sam when you walked in the room. You knocked softly, on the other side you could hear the bed creak. Sam opened the door and looked down at you.
You sucked in a breath. He looked a little rough, his eyes were red and his hair was messy, like he hadn’t brushed it. But he still looked great. Dean was right, you really did love him, and hopefully, he did too.
“I’m sorry.” You spoke shakily.
Sam pulled you into a hug. He took in your scent, it had been so long since you had been this close, he missed it, and he missed you.
“Y/n, you have nothing to be sorry for. I was being a dick.”
It felt good to not be screaming at each other for a change.
“Sam I-“
You were cut off.
“It’s okay.” He pulled you in tighter.
“I’m sorry, for everything.” He sighed, resting his head on your head. All he wanted was to stay like this forever.
This one is wayyyy shorter than all of my other imagines but it seems like you guys like them more when they aren’t over 2,000 words, so I made this one quite a bit shorter.
Request: “You get the same injuries as your soulmate” Oh man can you do this for a team free will member x reader?! Like, Crack-y, not angst. Honestly this could be so funny ?????? please please please
You looked at yourself in the mirror, staring at your newfound cuts and bruises. You took a white cloth from the towel rack and dabbed at the cut on your lip. It drove you crazy knowing what Dean was doing. Although, it was better than before you knew him or what he did.
You would be laying in your bed when suddenly you would have a busted lip, or gigantic cut along your cheek, occasionally they would look like claw marks. It really freaked you out, you didn’t know if your soulmate was in a gang or just got into fights constantly. Either way, it made you feel uneasy, not so much that they could be dangerous but more so that he seemed okay with putting himself in constant danger.
You limped down to the bed and turned on the lights, you still wanted to be awake for Dean when he came home even if it was three days from now. You opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out one of the many pamphlets that were inside. About halfway through skimming the one about their gift shop (which primarly consisted of mugs, toiletries and cheap shirts) the motel door opened and in limped Sam and Dean.
You stood up abruptly and gave them both a disapproving ‘mom’ look. Sam chuckled and Dean limped over to you giving you a quick kiss, the pressure burning both of your guys’ cuts.
Sam spoke suddenly, snapping Dean out of his stare fest that was going on. “I’m gonna go shower.” He strutted past you and Dean and disappeared into the bathroom. “I look like a lost a fight with a mirror.” You whined and Dean just chuckled.
As Sam turned on the shower the thumping of the water rushing through the pipes filled the room.
“Yeah but you’re still cute.” “I would be even cuter if you were more careful, but I’m happy you’re ok.” You said, bopping his nose. He looked at you confused. “Did we get a concussion or something?”
You shrugged and sat down on the bed. “Who knows?” He plopped down next to you and looked at the pamphlets strewn across the bed spread that most likely hadn’t been washed in months. “Doing a little light reading?” He stated, picking up the flimsy paper. You nudged his shoulder but almost instantly regretted it as a bruising pain shot through you as well. “Shit.” You groaned. This time Dean laughed. “How do you think I felt every time your little devil dog bit you.” You couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Ok. First of all, her name was Tippy, and she was a princess.” He looked at you like you were on crack. “Who the hell names a dog Tippy?” You glared at him, “shut up.”
“Well how do you think I feel when you get hit in the nuts? That was a pain I never thought I’d have to endure.”
The water stopped thumping through the old motel room and the bathroom door opened.
Dean and you stared at Sam before both of you got up and sprinted as fast as your damaged legs could take you towards the bathroom. You pushed through the door but Dean was right behind you. You quickly turned on the water and jumped in, clothes still on. You stared straight in front of you at naked Dean. “Really?” You groaned. All you wanted was hot water, but you thought it was fair because he had been the one actually fighting monsters and getting dirty. You sighed and stepped out of the shower.
You missed how the hot water felt on your aching muscles though. Dean peeked his head out of the shower. “You know you can join me right?” You smiled as you stripped off your sopping wet clothes and jumped into the shower with him.
Imagine: You finally track down the demon that murdered your family but when you finally confront it, things go south.
Pairing:Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: Death, cursing, inappropriate touching, violence, mentions of sexual assault.
Murder. The only word that was on your mind since you found the demon that killed your family, including both your parents, your little sister, and your big brother. You had spent your whole life after that moment trying to find that son of a bitch. You had gone all by your self to a little town in Wisconsin you tracked him to gank him yourself.
The Winchester brothers had said that “Revenge wasn’t the answer.” but you knew that was probably the only thing that could satisfy your craving for vengeance. Obviously without Dean’s permission you had taken Baby to Adell, and finally make that bitch pay for what he did, you were going to make sure it was a slow dragged out process too.
You pulled up to a random motel and got out. You walked up to the front desk and checked out a room, then you went to the car and grabbed all your stuff out of it.
You told the boys you were going on a pie run, and it wouldn’t be long till they found out that wasn’t what you were doing, if they haven’t already. As soon as you got into the motel room you sat down on the bed taking out all of your stuff and making sure it was nice and sharp. You went to a local bar where the demon was said to be seen around.
You walked inside, the outfit you picked for this occasion was quite revealing, but the demon was known for having a taste in girls who dress like that. You sat down at the bar next to a particular guy who looked familiar, too familiar. You were telling your self to stay calm and to not kill him right then and there, instead your plan was to get him somewhere where nobody could find you, interrupt you guys and the little ‘chat’ you were going to have with him.
He eyed you down and scooted a little bit closer to you. “Hey.” He said, his terrible breath slapping your face. You smiled at him. “Hi.” You smirked, putting your arms under your boobs to make them more revealed. He kept looking at you, trying hard not to look at your breasts. He gave up and looked down. “Hey buddy, my eyes are up here.” You said motioning to your face. The demon looked up, his eyes flashing black for a split second, you pretended not to notice. “ Wanna get out of here.” He said still eyeing you down. You grabbed his hand and led him out of the bar and into Baby.
It disgusted you to be close to this thing, let alone holding his disgusting hand.
You took him to your car letting his touch linger a little longer than needed, and you got in. You started the car and took off down the road, the demon’s hand still gripping your thigh. You pulled into the motel that you were staying at. It was pretty much empty except for the really horny couple a few rooms away and you guys.
You picked up the pace a little faster to your room and unlocked the door, as soon as you got in lips attacked yours, they weren’t the soft full pink lips that belonged to Dean but actually quite the opposite, they were rough and slobbery with no love attached to them, only lust. You kept yourself from gagging as that would ruin your plan.
You continued to make out with the demon before pushing him onto a chair abruptly. “Oh, You like it rough.” He smirked, yeah you did, but only with Dean you thought. You smirked. “Hold on.” You said getting up and heading to the bathroom where you kept the rope you meant to tie him up with.
When you came back into the main room the demon was nowhere to be found, the only thing left was the putrid scent of sulfur. You walked out further with the rope in hand. A door shut behind you, you turned around to be face to face with the demon. He was leaning against the bathroom door smirking.
“Hey Y/n.” He said chuckling, “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now, I don’t usually like to leave jobs unfinished.” He smiled even wider.
“You son of a bitch.” You yelled as you lunged at him. He swatted you aside as if you weighed lighter than a feather. Your vision drifted away as darkness consumed you.
When you woke up you were tied to a chair and you had a gag tie on. The demon was on the other side of the room going through your weapons before finally selecting a knife from the duffel bag. He walked up to you and crouched down in front of you.
“You know, when I saw you walk into the bar I couldn’t believe it. Hell, I almost didn’t.” You looked past him and at the clock on the wall as he continued talking. The time was about 10:30. You returned your attention to the demon.
“All I could think was ‘just my luck’ and damn did you grow up all nice and pretty, maybe we can have some fun…. Just like I did with your mommy before I ripped that bitch apart.”
You screamed, but due to the gag, there was barely any noise escaping.
The demon leaned closer. “Sh sh sh, we wouldn’t want to disrupt the people next door from their fun night.”
As if on cue a moan came from the room over.
He leaned closer, kissing your neck. The demon reached down and dragged the blade against your thigh causing shivers to run down your spine, also causing you to pull away from the unpleasant kissing from him.
He dug the knife into you deep and slowly dragged it down, you screamed and tears went down your face.
He smiled and lifted up the blood-covered knife.
“Now, there are two ways we can do this, 1) I can take off your muzzle and we can ‘chat’ about the Winchesters or option 2, I can slowly torture you and have some fun.”
You looked up at him through your lashes and made an incoherent noise. “Aaand we’ll take that as door number one.”
He took off the tie and put his finger on your bottom lip as he looked into your eyes, his were pure black.
You didn’t say anything, he looked at you smirking.
“Let’s start with your little baby daddy… Dean.”
You gave him a confused look. “What?” You whispered, you could taste the salt from the tears.
“Oh darling don’t make that face, it makes me want to do some dirty things.” He chuckled, you continued to stare.
“What the hell do you mean.” You said more firmly, but still shaky.
“Oh, you mean your little Winchester you’re carrying in there.” He motioned towards your stomach. You looked down. There were no words that you could muster up.
“I assume that you didn’t know, haha he’s got a loud heartbeat.” He chuckled placing the knife down on your stomach, and pressing down and drawing blood. You groaned and kicked him in the shin.
“You bitch.” He stated, bringing the knife to your neck. He grabbed the familiar gag tie from the bed. “Do you want this to go back on.” You shook your head.
“Go to hell.” You yelled. The demon chuckled. “Oh, baby I’m already there.”
He dragged the knife down along your collarbone, blood dripped down your chest.
“Now, putting the baby thing aside tell me, Where are the Winchesters.” You shrugged and looked down.
A beam of headlights poured into the hotel room as another car drove into the motel. The demon groaned and shut the curtains.
“WHERE ARE THEY.” He yelled as he landed a punch on your cheek.
The door swung open just as a searing pain went through your stomach.
You saw the familiar face of your boyfriend and his giant brother. Sam ran over to the demon and plunged his knife into him, he went up in electrifying lights then fell to the floor.
Dean ran over to you and quickly untied your wrists from the chair, you slouched forward, due to blood loss.“
“Y/n, baby I’m right here, look at me, look at me, come on.” Words kept flowing from his mouth as you guys fell to the floor. Your vision was getting hazy and you struggled to breathe. Sam was right next to you guys, tears streaming from all or your faces.
“I love You.” You smiled at Dean, blood dripping from your lips. Sam squeezed your hand, you looked at him and smiled. “No no no, don’t you say that. You’re gonna- we’re gonna get through this”
Your vision was getting blurrier by the moment. You started gasping trying to get words out before it was too late.
“ wait, Dean, I- I’m pregn-”
You gasped for your last breath trying to finish the words, but it was as if you had a timer on your life and it was up. There was nothing, no sound no feeling no nothing. You had the image of your lover stitched in your brain, but now it was as if the image seemed to be fading away as darkness consumed you.
But Dean, on the other hand, had the image of you, lying in his arms blood on your lips, and tears down your face seared in his mind. He couldn’t seem to comprehend the thought of your guy’s love ending that way.
He had always pictured you guys together, Sam wasn’t there, but instead, he was living the normal apple pie life with beautiful shaggy-haired kids and a beautiful wife.
He pictured you guys lying there, hands locked and bloody after finishing a hard hunt. You guys had brought those sons of bitches down with you though, but at least you were together. Happy and bloody.
Maybe one day you would even had kids, but it looks like that dream came as soon as it went, because you were gone and with you went your guys’ child who would’ve hopefully carried on the Winchester legacy into the next generation.
Instead, Dean drank more, it didn’t get rid of his pain only numbed it and when he sobered up it only added more. Sam ended up getting out of the life, meeting a pretty girl.
Dean hadn’t talked to Sam in a while, he got rid of all communication. He kept hunting though, becoming more reckless and violent.
He had taken a particularly hard case that included 11 vamps in one nest. He had gotten ten of them the last one snuck up and slit his throat. He fell to the ground blood sputtering out.
Peace finally took over, no more pain, no more wishing for death, he finally had it. It was so, etching he looked forward to it and now it was here.
Darkness took over and suddenly it was as if he was living again, except this time he was in a house and there were toys scattered around.
“Tristan no running.” Were the words that echoed through the halls of the house as little pitter patters came around the corner.
A little boy about 6 years old ran up to him and stopped. The kid stared at Dean, He had Green eyes and Y/H/C and light little freckles scattered under his eyes. “Daddy?” The little boy scanned over him.
More footsteps came down the hall, Dean looked over to be met with a pair of familiar eyes. His breath got caught in his throat.
“Y/n” was all he could muster up as he was engulfed in a hug. Tears streamed down both of your guys face as you had been reunited.
Dean had finally met his son, Tristan Ross Winchester. You guys had finally gotten what you wanted after all. A family who loved and looked after each other.
If this doesn’t flop terribly I might do a part two with different characters
Sam
As much as you guys tried to resist the cliches you found yourself shopping for them anyway. Sam really wanted to go for a layered flannel look but you finally talked him out of it and into being a pirate. Dean made fun of you guys for your matching costumes but you guys didn’t care.
Dean
You and he had almost no communication while planning this, as you were the one choosing the costumes. You had planned to go as Batman and Catwoman as a tribute to Dean’s idol but somewhere along the line he got messed up and chose a completely unrelated partnering costume to yours. After the party though, he showed you just how hot you looked in your costume if you know what I mean.
Cas
As most expect you went as devils, he was confused as to why you had chosen that or as to why you had to dress up at all. After a while of explaining the purpose of Halloween, he was eventually sold because of the facts that there would most likely be candy. He gladly slipped on his devil horns. Sam and Dean weren’t amused by what you chose, but Cas didn’t care, as long as you wore that he didn’t hear anything anyone else was saying.
So like literally all of my writing this was done at 4:08 am and is probably terrible but whatcha gonna do, anyway part two was requested a lot. So I decided I’m going to keep this going in a smutty direction I hope you guys like it, Send me requests!
You clutched the piece of paper in your hand as you crossed the street. You knew not to do this, it was against your better judgment, yet here you were, on your way to a destination that no one knew you were going to. Of course, you had thought about telling Stefan but you knew he’d stop you and it wasn’t something that he would have been okay with.
Meet me at our place - kp You crumpled the paper and tossed it into the nearby trash can before opening the door which led to the foreclosed house that he had previously held you in.
The door was still torn off the hinges and pieces of broken chair littered the living room. You walked in silence too aware to say anything, your eyes darted from object to object trying to find any sign that someone was here.
“Finally.” A voice rung out from the chair behind you. The chair turned around like some villain in a superhero movie. He got up and walked towards you, not taking his eyes off you. You could feel your heart pounding from inside you, hell, he could probably hear it from outside your body. “Kai.” You breathed as he took his final step, only inches away from you. “Hi,” he spoke softly.
“It took you so long I didn’t think you were coming.” He smiled. “Neither did I,” You said looking down. Kai lifted your chin up with his finger, everything inside you told you to push him off you or run away but you really didn’t want to. You looked back up, staring back at him.
He looked different more grown, more attractive, for a psycho killer. You pulled away from his hand and walked over to the chair that he had gotten up from, you plopped yourself down on it and looked out the window. “Why did you send me that note?” You finally asked, he walked closer to you, stopping about two feet away.
“We need to talk about us.” He said confidently. Your eyes snapped over to him. “What do you mean us? There is no us. I’m with Stefan, we’re doing fine.” Kai sighed and chuckled and took a couple steps forward. “Notice how you said fine and not great?” He questioned. Admittedly you and Stefan had been having some problems, but what couple wouldn’t with all of the shit that you guys go through. What kind of relationship wouldn’t be as problematic with monster after monster, villain after villain, and yet here you were talking with the most dangerous one about your slippery relationship.
You stayed silent and looked down. You heard his footsteps come closer, then a finger was placed under your chin again and you were forced to look back up.“I’m better than him; at protecting you,” he said slowly, looking at your lips before speaking again. “At kissing you,” he leaned your chin up to his. His lips connected with yours
He slowly pulled away, opening his eyes “at everything.” He whispered, leaning in again. He placed one hand on the small of your back while the other held your cheek. You could feel your breathing quicken, just by the way his lips felt on yours, the way they fit so perfectly between yours.
He faltered as his nose bumped into yours, you took this as an opportunity to stand up and wrap your arms around his neck. You could feel him smiling as he pulled away, only for a second before moving to your neck. His hot breath danced across the side of your neck causing a shiver to run down your body. You breathed heavily, pulling his face back up to yours and once again kissing him, he lightly bit your bottom lip and smiled. Your heart felt like it was going to explode, it all seemed so wrong but too good to stop.
Kai groaned as you kissed along his jaw before moving to his neck. His hands groped your body, sending waves of pleasure through you. It all seemed so unreal, almost like it was too good to be true but it was happening and it was great. It was slow and passionate yet fast and hot.
You finally pulled away from him, breathing hard. He chuckled and brought his thumb up to your bottom lip, lightly dragging it across. Your breathing faltered at his touch, it was something you craved.
You looked at Kai’s swollen lips, thinking about how just seconds ago those had been on you, his tongue had been inside you his hands had roamed your figure and you smiled. “We still have one little problem to take care of.” He chuckled, looking out the window. You watched as Stefan wandered down the street, completely oblivious as to what had just happened in the foreclosed house he had just passed.
He chuckled at the tear that had rolled down your cheek before using his finger to wipe it away, he locked eyes with you and brought his hand to his mouth, he licked the tear off his finger, still holding your gaze. You broke the contact and looked down at your bound wrists.
You finally looked up at the monster of a man in front of you. He made you sick, killing people and ruining lives meant nothing to him, he saw it all as a mere game. And to your surprise, he hadn't laid a hand on you, yet, except for that brief moment. As much as you wanted to hate him you knew it wasn’t his fault he was a sociopath, but what he chose to do with his lack of guilt and sympathy was completely up to him.
He was still staring at you, it’s like his eyes had been glued to you ever since you had gotten there.
“What are you going to do to me?” You asked, finally bringing yourself to speak. He looked taken aback that you had the courage to even talk but out of everyone you were one of the few people that had sympathy for him, and not as much fear. He chuckled yet again “I don’t know, maybe torture you.” he spoke as a small smile spread across his face. You took a deep breath and pushed yourself as far back into the chair as you could.
You looked at him again, “Do you enjoy killing people, being feared?” you asked, watching his expression shift. For maybe the first time this encounter he tore his eyes away from you.
“I like being a sociopath. You know, I’m not burdened by things like guilt or love.” He said looking down and then looking back up. “Are you sure, not even in your own way, you don’t love anyone, not even one person?”
He sighed, “Ugh, I forgot you are a psychology major.” He groaned. You slightly smiled, unaware of why Kai Parker remembering something about you made you a little bit happy.
You looked back up and again he was staring at you, you stared back, noticing how blue his eyes were. “It’s a bitch isn’t it, loving someone?” You asked, hoping to get something out of him to see that he wasn’t all bad. That maybe there was one glimmer of hope to see that there was something in him worth saving. “Yeah.” He breathed. Continuing to stare into your eyes. You could feel a slight grin trying to play on your features. Something about him saying gave you a happy but odd feeling. He leaned forward a tad before stopping and looking at the door behind you. You turned around to see the door being flung open.
Stefan and Damon walked into the room. “Y/n!” He yelled, running over to you. You looked at where Kai had been to see an empty seat. “Stefan.” You sighed happily. He reached for the ropes, getting burned as he touched them, clever bitch had covered them in vervain. Stefan fought through it and continued to untie you.
Damon walked back to you and Stefan. “He’s gone,” Damon said, picking up a chair and throwing it across the room. “If Kai wants a fight he’ll show,” Stefan said looking at his brother. You nodded and Stefan put an arm around you ushering you to the door that they had broken off the hinges. As you walked you looked around, spotting a dark shape up in the rafters of the building.
Kai’s eyes found a way to yours once again, you kept the gaze locked, confused with yourself as to why you weren’t screaming at Damon that you knew where he was, instead you watched his expression soften as he watched you walk out with the brothers. You broke the intense contact when you looked down, smiling softly.
OKAY I JUST NOW GOT TO WATCHING THE ORIGINALS. YES I KNOW IT’S BEEN 10000 YEARS. I AM SLOW OKAY. ANYWAY PEOPLE WHO SEEN THIS SHOW HOW ARE WE REACTING TO A PRETTY SERIOUS WOMAN WITH SUPER PLEASANT STERN VOICE WHO HAD A TWIN BROTHER THAT WENT THROUGH A PSYCHOTIC EPISODE AND KILLED A BUNCH OF PEOPLE. LIKE. UUUUHHHH?
I was sitting here and thinking, wait wait wait, I think I have thought of an idea, what about the reader and kai being in cahoots on friendship basis but also doing it because kinda cute? And my mind is like, congratulations on inventing the wheel idiot
not even gonna mention the music i feel it’s old of me
Just like that, it was morning. Light, puffy, fresh, pink morning. That kind of pink that makes cotton candy sweet. That gets stuck in your hair with the wind, and smells of sea wherever you are. That glistens on the tops of the roofs, and knocks into windows so gently it wakes up no one. That kind of morning, that splashes mature colors across the sky once it gets confident, and dissolves completely, and one always feels just a little lost in such pure, otherworldly freshness. Absolute cleannes of it confuses. Just like extreme heat, or intense yellow fear, it makes people do… things.
You run into a house, a house just like all others in the row lining up the street. The little house, for average size dreams, not too ambitious or brave, for a future that everybody dreads. One car garage, standard windows, untelling face. But there’s something unnatural there. There’s something behind the closed white door, gaping, even though there’s no opening. Something that makes you run, not even jog, and you flee like the wind, banging on the three little steps up. You put your hand onto the knob and doubt for a second. Just like in a dream… and it is another dream,again, you realize, you just know rather than predict, that something has happened. And you know who it’s to do with, and what trajectory it went. There’s something behind that door that you won’t be able to take, and so, you freeze, your palm caressing the handle, looking into the tiny fake window, black, obscuring what’s inside.
The house now looms over you, like it’s huge. Like it’s a tragic mansion that’s about to crack down and bury you under its ruins, and that would be for the best, as compared with what’s. Inside. It’s like a melody, so sad, you can’t stop listening, while almost pressing your finger firmly on the pause button. It hypnotizes you because grief, unlike momentary joy and untrustworthy happiness, is a part of real pattern of life. Grief, you remember, because at the moment of it you’re truly alive. Aware of your every bone and every cell. Listening to the sounds of nature around, and the moan of the world. Feeling the breeze and the burning heat of the sun in your eyes. Grief weighs more. Grief stops you dead in your tracks, and, seemingly, all these weeks you’ve been seeing these dreams, you’ve learnt the true essence of it. Up until now, it has been almost complete.
You open the door and enter the house, the little hallway that opens to the staircase. The empty, little, nice enough house, a place to die in. The morning light, coming through the windows and colliding with the wood panels on the floor, becomes warm and beige.
You turn and find him in the kitchen.
The boy from your dreams. You never remember his name, but you always know he’s the centerpiece of this world. He means something imminent to you. You ache every time you encounter him, again and again, and it always leaves you restless.
He’s standing above the kitchen sink, and for the first time, his shoulders are shaking. Before you finish struggling, he turns, and you see that he’s not crying; he’s not scared. His face is perfectly white, with deep shadows under cheekbones and eyes; his hair is perfectly dark, absorbing the morning shining. And you realize that in the skies, it’s the blood that he had spilt. He smiles.
His eyes, the deep black and navy, run across your body and then he passes right by you. Ignoring your existence, he heads to the entrance you just freed for him.
“Don’t go upstairs”, he says casually. Your head snaps towards the staircase. You try to imagine, in detail, and fail.
“Glad you didn’t call me here to clean up after you”.
“That”, he turned back to you, already standing on the porch, “later”.
You see that all his shirt, and all his hands, his chin and left cheek, his neck and elbows, and his hips are covered in blood.
He sits down and you join him, but not before you look into the sink he’d been laughing at. Unsuprisingly, there’s a big knife there. Big ass knife, with tiny drops of blood on the gray metal, like finishing touches. The black eye of the sink tells you something you don’t want to hear.
You know what his love language is.
He lets the morning air soothe his face but doesn’t close his eyes. The extatic feeling of murder has already left him; he’s very hard to keep satisfied. He’s a very complicated person, and you know it. And he knows it. He looks at you with understanding and with firm seriousness when you sigh quietly.
“I had to do it. I just had to”.
You know he’s lying. About the headache, and the dreams, and the mania. About the need to do it. You can already almost recall who he is, and you know for sure who’s lying upstairs, with open chest and ribs torn out and standing up like feathers on a disembowelled chicken, in her pyjamas. Her pearl-blonde hair, and puffed lips, her doll face. You would have killed her, too. She does look like an angel.
“And she’s with the angels now?” you ask, playing along.
“Yeah”.
You scratched your knees.
“But for real, though, why?”
A word got hangs in the air, his name, to make it more personal. As you stare into his perfect face, the sight you are gradually growing weary of, because you coud never touch it, you remember.
“Kai”.
He keeps silent for some time. The street is marvelously quiet. If only you could get up that early, you’d go for sunrise walks everyday. Without any doubt, the sunrise is the best time to admire the world around you. So tender, so quiet. So pure, like it just cleans itself like a cat.
“Well, I loved her, I’d told you that”.
He puts his arm around your shoulder and you can smell her blood. You burst into tears, out of jealousy. It’s a grim paradox, wanting to be on her place. You want it, and at the same time, you don’t. All you wish to do is to press your face into the angle of his neck and kiss it. Kiss it forever, until he kisses you back. But he never does it, not even in your dreams.
You wake up crying, and wipe your face with the second pillow. You remember Ruby Summers and what he did to her, the sight Kai performed out of her body. All the intricate disfigurments, the torn out joints and broken little bones, the shredded skin on her shoulders, the carvings on her chest, her untouched face, and the fact he never covered it, that he even wiped the blood off it, to keep it clean. The degree of animalistic violence he brought upon his little victim said clearly how much he used to care for her, and inside of you, the similar bloody angel was weeping now, because he was gone now, and you never got to know if he’d kill you in the end.
You’d never noticed before that he had a tiny cut on his upper lip. Perhaps a splitting case, or licking a knife, that would be him. Strange, how this detail had skipped your attention until that moment. Then, below the sunset which very much reflected a cut: the line, bleeding down, with blinding scarlet.
“Ya know, I just want my feed to be pristine”, he said, and shoved his whole fucking palm into that little pack of nuts. Why does he always have to go to such grotesque extremes.
You realized you’d been thrown into this moment as if with a jerk; you had no idea what he was talking about. Leaning on the hood of his car, you’ve been musing at the raging dying day in the sky, and suddenly you felt gentle breeze on the top of your head. Your hands were tied in front of you, your two fists kissing each other like kitties.
“What?” you uttered, disinterested.
“Tumblr”.
He was chewing. He looked at you and frowned.
“Nevermind. I meant, like, you know, unfollowing all the people who don’t post anymore, dead souls”.
“That makes sense”.
“You never really listen to me”.
You licked your lips, confused. As he approached you, his hand reached for your shoulder, and his spider fingers clutched so hard you would frown if you weren’t tired.
“Who are you?”
You knew his face. You knew his voice. You knew he was obnoxious and that he’d been dragging you after him, tied up and threatened, across the country. The beautiful paradox. You didn’t know who the fuck he was.
“What?” He looked hurt.
“I don’t know what I’m doing here”, you replied honestly.
He followed your mesmerized gaze that was drowning in the skies burning red. The light was ambient and it gripped your mind like wire cutters. Looking at it, the person grabbing your shoulder, the beautiful evil person, that guy who looked like the demon who lives under your bed, seemed to understand.
“Okay, weirdo, get in the car”.
“Have you kidnapped me from my home? Do my family know I’m alive?” you insisted as he pushed you towards the open door and laid his fingered palm on your head, not to let you bump, or to calm you down, like a parrot.
He gave you a look. The look. Like you were an idiot. His car smelled of nachos and sea.
“I’ve killed your family”, he said quietly.
All you had to do left was blink, as the door closed with a snap. You moved your hands, trying to feel the numb wrists. He started to circle the car to get onto his driver seat, too. As his face contrasted against the purple and bright sky, you felt like a ghost, like all life drained from you, like you’ve had a fever for a thousand years. The way one feels while staring in the depths of an airport vending machine after ten hours delay.
You reached for the handle of the door and jumped out of the car. Off the road, the ground was hard and dry, and endless. You started to run, not to run away, but to make him chase you. You flew like a comet tail, breathing in the fresh, sea-like air of the approaching evening. It was revitalizing. You didn’t know his name, but somehow you knew that person was the whole universe you had been left in. Like the eternal loop across the football field. As your legs moved, finally running after a long rest, and he followed you like a cheetah, you heard yourself laugh.
As you tripped on a dry lump of grass, you made a 180 in the air, and opened your eyes. Tied down to your bed, with the heavy belts of opaque night, and the emptiness. His name was Kai Parker. He wasn’t there anymore.
this is a painful installment of some vague idea I had because of one dream I had of Kai. the reader keeps seeing dreams about the guy they barely remember. the only thing you know is that you miss him, and it hurts surprisingly bad.
kai parker x reader (often unrequitted, unfulfilled or toxic)
music: ambient + moby
warnings: all kinds of violence, dizzy heartbreak and feeling lost
