#jetherine

"I hope you know I’m having a terrible time."

"Noted, which pair do you like better; I think these say ‘I’m better than you but I’m not above slumming it’ while these are more of a ‘keep me on while you fuck me against a wall’ - your opinion?"

I don't watch the show anymore so this is the best you're gonna get

"Oh, c’mon, there has to be something you want to do!”

They were lying in bed, or rather, Katherine was lying in bed and Jeremy was hovering over her trying to get her out of it. She cracked open an eye, rolled it, and closed it again.

"Fuck off, Jeremy."

"Very mature for a dying woman," he snapped back, folding his arms over his chest and frowning down at her. Katherine made a noise in the back of her throat that could have been either a cough or a cackle, and he sighed exasperatedly.

"The dying woman wants to be left alone to kick it in peace," she grumbled, turning over on her side to face away from him.

"I will take your ass to Disneyland, I don’t care, just getup."

"I’ve been to Disneyland. Micky was delicious."

"Thank you for ruining my childhood. How about Circle K? Bet you’ve never been there before; classy bitch like you." Katherine twisted around to make a face at him, then flopped back down with a roll of her eyes.

"Get bent, Gilbert."

"Look, you came back for me, alright? You didn’t have to, you didn’t even have to save me, but you did. And I’ve got a soft spot for people who ruin my life and make it up to me with one mediocre attempt. Look at Damon! That fucker killed me with his bare hands and I’m living in the same house with him." He narrowed his eyes at the back of her head, showing his teeth in a bastardized version of a smile. "Now get up, or I will make you."

"Why do you care?" shouted Katherine, flinging up in bed and twisting around to glare at him. "Why does any of that stuff matter? Who actually cares about me enough to give me something meaningful for my last days on earth?"

"I care," he said softly, then shrugged. "Stefan cares- I think," he paused, frowning as he thought carefully about that. "I’m not sure, I don’t keep up with him."

"You know what would be absolutely perfect, Jeremy?” whispered Katherine, leaning toward him. Jeremy inched closer, bending down a little ass he beckoned him closer with her finger. “If you left me the fuck alone.” Without another word, she turned back around and flopped back against the pillows. Jeremy’s eyes narrowed at her; without warning, he climbed in behind her,tossing an arm over her waist and ignoring her sputtered protests.

"I’m not going to let you die alone like a dog under a house," he grumbled, irritated with her stubbornness. "Now shut up."

"This is completely-"

"I offered you Disneyland, bitch."

Together they shared one, blissful moment of silence before-

"This is ridiculous," she grumbled. Glaring at him out of the corner of her eye. "You don’t even like me.”

"No one likes you," he snapped back, blowing her hair out of his mouth. "But you don’t deserve to die alone."

Katherine frowned, pouted, scooting back in his arms so her back pressed against his chest. “Thank you, I guess.”