Multifandom Oneshots + Imagines

A/n: Thank you so much for the request @kttt88888 for the request! I'm so sorry it took me so long :( thank you for being patient and I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Y/n, sweet and oblivious, has taken an interest in Kai- much to his dismay. But does he really hate her?

TW: Kai is kind of an ass

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Sneak sneak sneak.

I creep up up on careful tiptoes, a childish grin stretching my mouth. Hands drawn up closer to my body, I sneakily place my hands over the man's eyes. 

"Boo." I giggle. 

"Ah. Let me guess." Comes the faux interested voice of Kai Parker. "Y/n."

"Mhm!" I removed my hands and moved around to face him, sitting in the seat opposite him. "What'cha reading?"

"A book."

I roll my eyes. "What's it called?"

"The Book." 

"Wow. Very descriptive." I rolled my eyes again, then placed my elbows on the table then my chin on my hands. 

"Why do you follow me around?" He asked, not even looking up from the pages.

"Because you seem so interesting." I shrugged. "Also, I'm the only one in this town who has nothing to do. Everybody else is preoccupied with trying not to die." 

This was true. While my former schoolmates were still my friends, they rarely had time for leisure, and since they don't want me getting roped into their busy lives, they kept contact minimal. I understood it, I did, but I can't say I never got lonely. And then I met Kai- he had somewhat wandered into Mystic Falls out of the blue. 

If there was a flicker of a smile on his face, I didn't see it. "Mm. I'm not that interesting."

He said this every single time, and it annoyed me a little bit. Always so mysterious was he. And so was the dynamic of our relationship. Any time I saw him sitting at one of the outdoor tables at the Grill, I always approached him. Because everybody needs a friend, right?

"I doubt that's true." I cocked my head. "Tell me about yourself."

At the words he looked up from his book, dog-earing the page and setting it aside. I'd be lying if I said my heart didn't jump a little when his eyes found me. His gaze wasn't intimidating exactly- I couldn't pinpoint it, but I felt exposed.

Truth be told, I might have had a tiny crush on him. The perfectly timed one-liners, the scruff around his chin, the boyish grin. Who could blame me?

I was drawn out of my mental fawning session when I heard my name.

"Y/n."

"Hm?"

"I need you to do me a favor."

"Yeah, anything." I leaned forward at his words. Is he finally going to talk?

"I need you to stop coming to talk to me." 

His tone was dead serious. I could feel my heart drop into my stomach once my brain had processed what my ears had heard. "Why?"

I hated myself for reacting so openly. The way my shoulders slumped and my voice had lost all previous confidence.

"Because you annoy me."

And there it was again, that heavy feeling in my chest. "Oh." I stood slowly, gripping the strap of my bag as I pulled it over my shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'll go now."

. . .

The next day, Kai appeared at the same table at the same hour. But Y/n was nowhere to be found. 

Not that he was looking for her.

He definitely didn't look up from the suddenly uninteresting book every time he caught a glimpse of what could have been her through his peripheral vision.

He didn't care.

. . .

But somehow seeing her was even worse.

He managed to glance up and notice the girl before she had noticed him. His heart clenched in his chest and his captivation with her moving figure was all that kept him from touching it in alarm.

By the time she had come close enough, she recognized where she was and who was watching her. Alarmed at his gaze, she pressed her lips together and quickened her pace. For a moment he felt a pang of excitement, his brain forming somewhat of a magnet to her, willing her to come closer to him. 

But she didn't stop to talk to him, she didn't smile as soon as she noticed him. Instead she charged right past him. Just as quickly, that strong, overwhelming pull was replaced with a hollow feeling, as though he was merely a shell, and if you opened up a door in his stomach you might find an empty space with walls of ragged stone and dust. 

What the hell?

. . .

Two in the god damn morning. 

Malachai Parker never regretted doing anything in his life. He never cared about anyone other than himself.

But then why was he replaying that morning at the cafe over and over again in his head? And what was the pit in his stomach every single time he recalled the disappointment on your face, the way your smile faded and your eyes couldn't look back up at him?

As of late he's felt a whirlwind of emotions, but none quite like this. This is fresh and this is gripping him like a hand around his throat.

There's got to be some logical explanation to why this won't leave me alone.

He knew that there was still room for undoing his actions, so his brain kept reminding himself that he needed to do it.

But why do I feel bad anyways?

Because he hurt someone he cared about.

I thought I hated her.

He wasn't repulsed by her, rather he was taken aback by her innocence. He didn't trust the gleam in her eyes when she smiled or the blatant interest she showed. There's no way she really just genuinely wants to get to know him. Who would? He's not someone that someone like her should be exposed to. He would hurt her, that is if he didn't scare her away first when the truth came out. 

And after a long night of carding his hands through his hair out of stress and pacing his living room floor, he realized these things.

And so a plan formed.

I need to make this right. I need to see her again.

. . .

A/n: How evil of me, leaving you on a cliffhanger. I'll let you decide how it ends ;)

Thank you for the request! I had fun writing it and I hope you enjoyed reading it.