#bamily

“Back in the prison world, if I had kissed you… would you have kissed me back?”

Bonnie doesn’t look away from the changing screen. “No.”

“Well. That answered my question,” says Damon, not bothering to mask his offence.

Bonnie points the remote at the TV, shutting the colour to black. “You had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who loved you so damn much she had to erase her memories just to cope with your death—”

“Exactly, Bon! We were dead! We were trapped in eternal purgatory for all we knew. We could have been having sex like that,” he gestures vaguely upstairs, “every fucking day!”

“Why are you angry with me!?”

“I’m angry with everything!” It’s a shock to the system, this anger. But now he sees it, how it viciously begs for attention, and Bonnie is the only one he has left to listen. “I’m angry that my brother is dead when it should have been me! I’m angry that I tried to make things work with Elena when I should have been with you, and fine! Yes! I’m angry with you Bonnie. I’m angry that you just left! You left me, and all I got was a fucking postcard every couple months. Stupid, impersonal postcards! I didn’t care that you were in Paris, or London, or Naples — I wanted you home.”

I wonder who he learned it from 😏

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”it was always gunna be like this!” Grian yelled, cackling from success.

lizzie immediately ran to protect Jimmy from the explosion. The smirk on Grian’s face grew, as did his laughter and joy.

“Lizzie, no!” Jimmy shouted, fearful if his sister’s fate.

“Blep bloop baap bloo blee blap bap blee” Lizzie said in a final attempt to say ‘I love you, Jimmy’ to her dear brother one last time.