ogmgfg i need to GIT GUD w/ overwatch im only level 4 and i SUCK but im learning…….. just gotta figure out what heroes fit best……….. so far mercy and widowmaker are really fun lol, so is pharah… havent tried everyone out yet but its the game itself is nice

shout out to @fraenkysjunk for helping my Noob Ass
A first lesson in meta-rationality
A first lesson in meta-rationality, or stage 5 cognition, using Bongard problems as a laboratory.

Reblog with the Bongard problems you managed to solve before looking at the solution!

For me: the 1st, 2nd and 3rd; not the 4th, 5th or 6th; the 7th; not the 8th; the 9th, 10th, 11th and 12th; not the 13th.

A Day in The Glade || Little Hope

Summary: Newt and the reader stand as a six-year-old girl’s parents. Daddy Newt!

Word Count: 1,556

Warnings: Cuteness.

A/N: While this was actually really fun to write, it was not without existential crises, reading TBS update sites, stalking Isabella Melling (people say she and Thomas split, thoughts?), and looking at my Instagram to see if my hospitalized best friend has seen my DMs. Have fun, though!


“Mommy!” a little girl started tugging on your shirt as you mended Chuck’s knee cut. “Unca Gally said Daddy and Unca Min’s gonna come back soon!”

A year ago, this little child, about five years old, came up in the Box, frightened to death. She took a liking to you, though, and started spending time with you and in extent – Newt. She had considered you her family ever since. She slept in a room next to yours and Newt’s, and helped with the little tasks in the Glade, like picking the fruits in the Gardens and tasting Fry’s food.

Although her name never came back to her, you named her Hope, because she gave the Gladers exactly that whenever they needed it.

“Yes, darling, stay put just a minute.” You laughed, cleaning up the excess medicine on Chuck’s knee then giving his shoulder a pat. “You’re all done, Chuckie, lay low on the running, will you?”

Chuck nodded reluctantly. “Yeah, only when Thomas ain’t around.” He muttered before heading for the door. “Thanks, Y/N!”

“You wanna go wait for daddy?” you smiled enthusiastically. She nodded eagerly. After a touching farewell between Hope and your co-workers, you went off to the Builders, who were essentially stationed nearest to the Maze.

Newt didn’t really like it when you and Hope went too close to the doors, so you settled for Gally’s station.

“Hey, sport,” Gally smiled, hiding his hammer someplace safe. “I’m guessing you’re not here for uncle Gally, but…” he mockingly pouted, opening his arms for the bubbly girl.

Hope laughed, wrapping her little arms around his neck. It was amazing to see how she brought out a whole different side of Gally. In fact, everyone in the Glade was different when she was around.

“Hey, Gal.” you smiled, taking a seat on one of the boxes.

“Hey, Y/N.” he gave you a tight-lipped smile back. He and Newt never got along, and although he had nothing against you, you two never had the chance to actually build a friendship since he and your boyfriend seemed to always go out of each other’s way to avoid the other. But since Hope seemed to have all the free time she could have, she would always walk around the Glade, getting to know everyone.

You watched the pair amusingly. Gally was showing Hope how he builds things, and he decided to make her a little chair. She was helping make the legs when her eyes widened at the Maze.

“Daddy!” she met Newt halfway, crawling her way up to his neck.

Newt looked horribly filthy, having just run the Maze, but he nuzzled his nose comfortably in the crook of Hope’s neck.

“I missed you, Daddy. You don’t come and play anymore.” You heard her say as Newt walked up to the Builders.

“Daddy missed you too, love.” He gave her one last squeeze before letting her pull him to Gally, chattering excitedly about her chair. She sat him on the crater next to you and showed him one of the legs she completed.

“That looks amazing!” he grinned, inspecting the leg. Although he hasn’t acknowledged you yet due to the girl’s enthusiasm, his arm snaked around yours tightly.

“Unca Gally taught me everything, Daddy!” she smiled, refocusing on her work.

Newt glanced at Gally, giving him a grateful smile before turning to you, letting the pair work.

“Hi.” He buried his forehead in the crook of your neck, kissing your collarbone.

“You smell like klunk, babe.” You giggle, leaning into his touch.

He hummed, continuing to leave butterfly kisses all over your neck and jaw until he pulled away moments after. “I’m gonna go clean up then, love, I’ll see you at dinner.” He pecked your lips and gave Hope a hug before running off.

Dinner didn’t come very long after, and Newt came all good as new. He sat Hope down on his lap, as usual, feeding her her usual mashed potatoes from Zart’s garden.

Once her plate was emptied and you three were spending time in the Deadheads, she leapt off his lap. “I’m gonna go to the Gardens, now, Daddy, can I?”

Newt’s eyes flitted to you before turning to her again. “You’re not staying with me to cuddle, then?” he sighed, wrapping his toned arms around her small figure, then tensing. “You’re quite a bit warm, darling.” He glanced at you, smirking. “We better find a Med-Jack somewhere, then, don’t we?”

“I suppose so.” You smiled mockingly, placing a hand on Hope’s forehead. “Daddy’s right, sweetheart. You just need to get to bed now, it’ll probably be gone in the morning. But that doesn’t mean you get to play right away the day after.”

Hope whined, falling on Newt’s chest. “Da-ddyyyyy, I promised Chuckie we’d play tag tomorrow!”

Newt kissed her hair. “How about you get some rest right now, Bub, so you can get enough rest and Mum will probably let you play tomorrow, yeah?”

Hope nodded, so you took her in your arms to allow Newt to get up – limp and all – and headed off to her bedroom. While you stroked Hope’s hair, Newt ran off to get some water – both to drink and to cool Hope’s forehead up.

Newt didn’t like it when you were outside the Homestead this late alone, so he usually made sure that the Gladers knew it. The first few weeks you shared a room, you tried to sneak off to the Deadheads. Apparently, Minho has been told of Newt’s disapproval, so being the light sleeper that he is, he usually stirs awake soon enough to catch you and force you back.

“This should be enough for the night.” Newt sighed, handing you the basin as he lifted the cup to Hope’s lips. You dipped your fingers in the cool, icy water then ran it across Hope’s hazel locks.

You did this for what felt like an eternity until you broke into a yawn, and Newt didn’t miss it.

“Get some sleep.” He commanded. “I’ll watch her.”

“No,” you shook your head, continuing working your hands in her hair. “you’re gonna do way more stuff tomorrow than I’ll ever do.”

“Doesn’t mean I’ll have you deprived as well, love. I’m anxious off my socks already, here.” He took the basin and placed it far from you and sat beside you on the edge of the bed, patting on his lap before placing a pillow on it. “Put your head here, come on.”

You sighed, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Alby’ll kill me for making you stay up all night.” You shook your head again.

“I’ll have to kill Alby for killing you, then.” He said halfheartedly and pulled you down gently instead, and you couldn’t find the energy to sit back up.

“You spoil me too much.” You mumbled sleepily, your face against his stomach.

“I wouldn’t call it spoiling,” he responded, stroking your hair thus making you sleepier. “more like taking care of you like I should be.”

“I love you, Newt.” You wrapped your arms around his torso.

Newt’s last words before sleep took you were hard to make up. “As I love you.”

The Gladers’ morning chatter outside by the hammocks woke you the next day. You were still asleep on Newt’s lap, but Newt had fallen asleep as well, and had allowed himself to lay back on the bed but not without intertwining his fingers with yours.

Your first instinct was to check on Hope. She was still as warm as last night.

“Come back here.” Newt’s muffled words were barely audible.

“She hasn’t gotten better yet.” You sighed, walking back to the edge of the bed and falling into Newt’s waiting arms.

Newt stayed silent, embracing you until he spoke. “Looks like you’ve gotten it as well, love.” He cursed silently. “Should have had you sleep in the other buggin’ room. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine, really. I’m feeling normal.” You kissed his jaw. “Are you running today?”

Newt shook his head. “Alby will understand. Got to take care of my girls now, haven’t I?”

“I told you – I’m fine. I’m the Med-Jack here. And I say I’m okay.”

Newt scoffed. “I’m second-in-command, and I say the Med-Jack stays in bed.” He looked at you teasingly, his grip on your waist tightening.

“As long as said second-in-command stays as well, the Med-Jack is willing to compromise.”

“It’s bloody settled, then.”

“Good.” You sat up to straddle him, bending over to shower his face with kisses.

Newt put his hands up in surrender. “There is a child on the same bed we are performing our affections on.”

You gave him one last peck – which you felt him smile into – and plopped right back next to him.

“Go rest beside her,” he said, standing up. “I’ll go talk to Alby for a minute.”

As much as you wanted to continue “performing your affections”, you never got to stay awake long enough to see Newt come back, but you did wake up to him stroking your hair with his cool fingers and kissing your lips, nose, and forehead every now and then.

That is how your lanky, blonde, thick-accented boyfriend got around to taking care of you all-too-willingly, but really – it’s just another fruit of his unfathomable love for you and your growing Hope.

Resentment ... Continued [Pt. 6]

OK! This is the second part to “And It Burns, Burns, Burns” it was longer than I expected so I decided to just make it a second part to the same story and a sixth part to the series. It was really fun to write and interesting because I actually listened to “Hello” by Adele as I wrote it to get the atmosphere I wanted, which is strange because I do not listen to Adele to write Bonkai! But I don’t know, maybe there’s something different to this piece and you guys can tell me if you see any influences? It’s one of my favourite BK pieces for sure. I really hope you guys like it and think it’s angsty and sexy af, I look forward to reading your comments!

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Jeremy flinched at the harsh sound of Bonnie’s palm hard against Kai’s cheek and couldn’t help the resentment that flooded him, the resentment that he’d never inspired in Bonnie the urge to react so violently, so passionately toward him.

    “You destroy everything that is good in my life!” Bonnie yelled.

    Kai glared at her. “He isn’t your life anymore or have you forgotten? You chose this. You chose us.”

    “I didn’t choose any of this!”

    “No,” said Kai. “No you can’t help it, can you? I’m a part of you.”

    “Don’t you dare,” said Bonnie. She pointed at Jeremy who was starting to stand up. “Jeremy is a part of me. Jeremy will always be a part of me. You —” her face twisted into an ugly expression. “You are a virus, Kai, eating away at me until there’s nothing left but hate and shame and —”

“And what? What?” Kai yelled so loudly that his voice reverberated throughout the room, causing the floorboards to shake, making Jeremy look around frantically for any sign of the living room breaking apart. “And disgust and grief?”


“Hate, shame, disgust, grief, you know why you feel that, right? Because nothing feels as good as me inside you, nothing feels as good when you’re riding me, when you’re mastering me, when I’m bending you to my will.”

Bonnie opened her mouth but didn’t speak; there was nothing to say. What Kai brought out in her, the lust, the carnality, it was beyond powerful, it was overpowering. Her desire for him, her desire to hurt him, her desire to own him, consumed her with such painful intensity that it eclipsed all else, it blinded her to everything and anything but the riotous ache only he spawned in her. The instant Kai had appeared in the living room, he was all she could see; she had quite literally forgotten that Jeremy was there with them, she had quite literally forgotten where she was, why she was there — his presence snuffed everything out but her murderous want of him, her erotic hatred toward him. Even now, she had to remind herself constantly that Jeremy was there, each mention of his name jolted her with surprise at his existence in the room, looking in on the destructive dysfunction that had become her life.  

“We’ve been through this a thousand times and we’ll go through it a thousand times more but I don’t care, I live for it. I live for how much you hate me, how you try to fuck me into insignificance.”  

Bonnie could feel Jeremy’s heartache shiver through her and his anguish splintered her chest with guilt, with gut-wrenching empathy. She threw the knife at Kai for a second time.“Shut up!”

“No,” said Kai harshly. “He has to hear this.”

Why? I thought you weren’t threatened by him! I thought he was just a stupid boy to you, what is the point of you doing this? Why are you here?”

“Because you need to accept his place, you need to accept how much he doesn’t matter anymore. You did it with Elena, now it’s his turn.”

“It’s not enough that you have stalked me, stabbed me, and abandoned me, it’s not enough that you have cursed me with this, with this — ugh!” Bonnie screamed and clenched her hair with her hands. “You have to go around burning every bridge to my old life?” She stormed up to Kai, jutting her head forward, shouting in his face. “You’re fucking despicable!”

He took an abrupt step forward so that Bonnie had to take half a step back so they wouldn’t collide into each other. “And you revel in it!”

Bonnie felt it. She hated herself, hated her body for betraying her conscience, but she felt it — the throbbing between her thighs, the heat that flushed her skin; her fingers tingled, her lips swelled, her heart thudded so frantically that she was breathless with anticipation, with arousal. Kai’s proximity to her was dizzying, her need to shut him up, make him hers, own him, own the situation — it was intoxicating. Horrible and exhilarating.

Kai shifted forward and she knew he was going to seize her, smash into her, slam her against a wall, but then a yell snapped them out of their hedonistic reverie.

“Do not touch her!”

Both of them turned towards Jeremy who was holding the bloodied makeshift stake he’d stabbed Kai with only moments before, his face contorted with grievous rage.

“I swear I will kill you if you touch her in front of me again.”

Bonnie heard Kai chuckle and his arrogance angered her, his intent to humiliate Jeremy, and the knowledge that he could do so without putting much effort shaded her already multifaceted hatred for him.

“Do your best, Little Gilbert,” said Kai. “But I bet I can liquefy your lungs before you even take one step toward me.”

Don’t,” Bonnie snapped. She walked up to Jeremy, determination in her stride. “Jer?”

He didn’t look at her but kept his gaze on Kai, eyes steely, jaw clenched; he gripped the stake tightly.

“Jeremy, look at me.”

“Think about what you want to do because if I kill you, you’re dead. Not like Gilbert Ring dead or Other Side dead but dead dead.”

“Jeremy, listen.” Bonnie put her hands on either side of his face and brought his gaze down to her. “He won’t kill you, I swear I will die before I let him hurt you. I mean it.”

Jeremy stared at Bonnie, his steely eyes turning teary. “I know you would,” he said, his voice thick. “But that isn’t the point is it?”

“What do —?”

“It’s not that you’re willing to die for me, it’s that you’re willing to hurt him. The lengths you’re willing to go to make sure he suffers, you know what you dead would do to him because he loves you.”

“Don’t say that,” said Bonnie.

“He does. He loves you and it ruins everything.” Jeremy flicked his eyes up toward Kai. “You ruined her.”

“Jeremy —”

    “She isn’t ruined you just don’t know her anymore,” said Kai. “You’ve never seen her like this, you never knew that someone could push her limits like this and you can’t stomach it.”

    Jeremy removed Bonnie’s hands from his face and took a step forward, raising his stake slightly.


    He turned sharply to Bonnie. She shook her head. Jeremy hesitated for a moment and then threw the stake down on the floor, turning around to head to the foyer.

    Bonnie screamed. “I don’t —” Jeremy paused. “I don’t love him. I don’t. But you.” She bit her lip. “You I will always love. You are …” She sighed. “You are pure and decent and good and —”

    “Something for you to protect,” said Jeremy. “It’s what you do, Bonnie, you protect me. You sacrifice for me. You die for me. But with him…” Bonnie swallowed at the vitriol in Jeremy’s voice, at the way he twisted the word ‘him’ into such a repulsive sound. “You’re tied to him,” he said. “In a way you were never tied to me. And you hate him in a way you never hated Damon. And I can’t be here anymore, I can’t stand around and watch you two act out this, this thing that you have, that you can’t get enough of.  He’s right, I can’t stomach it.”

    Bonnie called his name as he continued walking to the foyer. He didn’t respond or slow down but wrenched open the front door, allowing the furious lashing of what sounded like a thunderstorm to echo throughout the house. Bonnie felt a mixture of relief and guilt and anger when the door slammed behind Jeremy, grateful that he hadn’t turned around and waited for her to say something that would make sense of what was happening, of what she’d become. She didn’t have those words.

The instant the door clanged shut she rounded on Kai. “Everything good in my life,” she repeated quietly. When he didn’t respond, Bonnie started shouting, it was uncontrollable and wild, the rage he inspired in her was as riotous as the lust. “You destroy everything good in my life until there’s nothing left but you!”

“Good is boring,” said Kai finally. “Good is mediocre. Good is beneath you.”

“I miss boring.”

“You’d miss this more.”

“I’d freaking rejoice if I were free of you, Kai!’

He roared. “THEN GO.”

Bonnie paused for a beat, narrowing her eyes and then she spoke, her voice a hiss between clenched teeth. “Gladly.” She turned on her heel and headed out the same way as Jeremy.

Kai watched as Bonnie stormed toward the foyer and was overcome with frustration and excitement. It thrilled him, the way she always tried to walk away from him, from them, from this, because then he could make her stay, make her surrender to him with a kiss, with a stroke, with a thrust; he could prove to her that his prowess was something she secretly lived for, silently begged for. Hearing her cry out his name, resentful and earnest, aroused and disgusted, it was enough to undo him and sometimes it took all he had to keep going and not erupt at the husky caress of her voice. But it killed him too. The way she always tried to walk away from him. Suffocated him with a vehemence that compelled him to burn and keep burning, to scorch everything around him until everything he could see was on fire; her absence shifted something in his mind, unhinged him, tortured him with a thirst for her presence, her body, and all he could do to take his mind off of her for only but a moment was kill and feed and rip into throats until he regurgitated all of the blood he consumed and black out from over-indulgence.  

That wouldn’t be his fate. Not tonight.

Kai heard the click of the front door opening and he sped to the foyer, colliding into Bonnie so that his front smashed against her back. The door was open a crack and he pushed it shut; he used one hand to keep it closed and the other to move Bonnie’s hair from her neck so he could kiss her.  He heard Bonnie sigh, deep and wet, and then heard her throaty exclaim of frustration, “Ugh! No!” She dug her shoulder painfully into his chest, pushing him away from her but Kai took her by the arms and slammed them on the door, laying her hands flat against the wood, pinning her wrists. He nuzzled the side of her neck, grazing his lips along her skin so that goosebumps erupted and she gasped; he used his body to press her against the door and grinned as her back arched so that she pushed back against him, making his breath hitch in his throat.

“Stop it,” she panted.


“I’m leaving.”

Kai widened his legs and pushed into her again, eliciting a stifled moan from Bonnie’s lips. He closed his eyes, savouring the sound, relishing and resenting the desire that roiled beneath his skin. “No you’re not.”

“I’m going after Jeremy.”

Kai released her wrists and put his hands firmly on her hips, pushing her into him. Bonnie reached behind her, her hand on the back of Kai’s neck as she started circling her hips, rubbing her behind against his pelvis so that he grasped her even tighter and instinctively started to mirror her movements, his hardness pulsating with such intense readiness he was lightheaded. He slipped his hand into her skirt, beneath the waistband of her underwear and slid into her, his fingers making the same circular motions as their hips. Bonnie swore, loud and unguarded, and Kai moved his finger faster, his breath harsh and ragged against her ear, his gums aching with the need for his fangs to descend, the magic in his veins unbridled so that his entire body hardened and hummed with the all-consuming, nearly painful need to bury himself in her. Bonnie started banging on the door.

“I’m going after Jeremy,” she repeated, her voice shaky.

“No you’re not,” said Kai.

Abruptly, Bonnie turned around and pushed Kai away from her, her chest heaving up and down. “Yes I am.”

She wrenched the door open and hurried outside. A beast arose in Kai. NO. His entire body seemed to scream the word. Everything was hazy. It wasn’t that she was determined to find Jeremy, it was that she was determined to deny him her, determined to leave him with a yearning that devastated him, that made it impossible to think or see or even breathe. He needed this. He wouldn’t be able to function without eliciting her pleasure. Echoes of her screaming his name rang throughout Kai’s head and he tore after her.  

Bonnie was running down the driveway, her sandals splashing in the small puddles that dappled the gravel until she reached her car. Clumsily, she reached into her pocket and took out the keys, fumbling around with with them, trying to find the right one through the dark and the rain. Kai grabbed them from her and threw them to the side, turning her around, slamming her against the car door, thrusting his lips onto hers and suddenly, frighteningly, thunder cracked loud and ominous, lightning brightened the sky in flashes of eerie white. Bonnie grasped the back of Kai’s head as his mouth opened hers with a furious desire to devour her, to claim her; he wouldn’t give her room to think, air to breathe, everything she had would be his. He sucked on her lower lip, running his tongue along the curve of her rain-lashed neck, her skin warm and moist, her scent frenzying his blood. Kai felt Bonnie’s hands clutch him, pull him closer, her breathing was ragged and uneven, moans pushed at the back of her throat and each mewl only intensified the swelling in his jeans, burning him with a maddening arousal. He hooked his fingers into her skirt and Bonnie pushed him away for a second time.

She muttered something quickly and suddenly her keys were in her hand. She turned swiftly around to unlock the car and she slipped into the driver’s seat, hastily shutting the door. Kai shook his head and sped to the passenger’s side. The moment his hand was on the handle, the locks went down.

Don’t,” said Bonnie, staring at him.

“I will wrench this door off its hinges,” said Kai.

Bonnie gritted her teeth in irritation and Kai watched as she rested her head against the headrest, closed her eyes and screamed, the storm drowning out the noise. Finally, she unlocked the door and glared at him as he got into the passenger seat, his clothes and hair dripping, the air in the car ripe with rain and anger and hankering. They started yelling at the same time, their furious words jumbling into each other, their raised voices increasing the rainfall, sharpening the vividness of the lightning; magic swirled around them, heightening already tumultuous emotions until finally Kai’s voice overpowered everything. “I KNOW YOU WANT THIS, STOP ACTING LIKE YOU DON’T.”

Bonnie paused for a beat and Kai studied her expression, her narrowed eyes, her clenched jaw, and then suddenly she launched herself at him, kissing him hard on the mouth. Kai responded immediately, leaning into the kiss as he pulled Bonnie over to him, her foot kicking against the gearshift, and placed her on his lap so she sat astride him. He fisted through her hair, carelessly ruffling the strands, as she gripped either side of his face, holding him still while she sucked his tongue and tugged on his lower lip with her teeth, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut and groan. Kai wrenched away from Bonnie and hastily ripped open the front of her shirt, freeing her breasts; he immediately enclosed a nipple in his mouth and sucked with amorous sincerity when a mewl escaped Bonnie’s lips. He squeezed Bonnie’s waist, massaging the dips of her curves, stroking her stomach with his thumbs and he kissed her chest and collarbone, skating the tip of his tongue down her throat, compelling her to throw her head back and reach her hand up to the ceiling. He wanted to make her enjoy herself, make her lose herself to passion, to him, make her forget about Jeremy and Damon, make her forget about the world, make her crave his touch the way he hungered for hers; she tried to fuck him into insignificance, yes, but he wanted to fuck her into being a believer.  

Kai slipped his hands beneath her skirt, tugging away the lacey material of her underwear but then Bonnie took him by the wrist and put his hand on the gearshift, keeping it there with her own. She bent down and skated her lips along his jawline, nipping at his earlobe; she shifted her weight so that Kai could feel her crevice against his bulge and his intake of breath was so sharp the rain started falling like bullets, they pummelled the car in rapid succession. Bonnie started toying with his ear, twirling her tongue around, as she reached below her and started unbuckling Kai’s belt. There was a blurry panic at the back of his mind that if her hand so much as grasped him, he would come forcefully and prematurely. But he’d control it. His want for her. He needed to so she could feel the devastation of that want; so he could kill Bonnie in the only way he could.

Bonnie held Kai, naked and exposed, guided him to her but she hadn’t removed her flimsy barrier. He rubbed up against her underwear as she rocked above him, she pulled down the ceiling handle and gripped it as Kai bent forward and started kissing her bare shoulder, making her sway with more conviction.

“Bonnie,” said Kai, his voice clipped.

She held Kai’s chin, pressing his head against the headrest, her eyes piercing into his, as she clenched around him.

“Bonnie, you’re fucking killing me,” said Kai, his voice choked and cracked. He held onto her hips, squeezing her, urging her to stop and continue and stop and … She clenched again and that beast in Kai clawed at his gut, making him resent Bonnie with such ferocity, resent her for causing a hardness so intense he thought he would combust with want for her, resent her for not taking pity on him and surrendering herself so she could feel the effects of that hardness, of that want. She squirmed.

“Bonnie, I’m going to black out,” he panted desperately.

    She pressed her lips against his ear. “Isn’t this what you want?”

    Bonnie shifted again so that his tip burrowed into the centre of her underwear so that Kai threw his head back. “You know,” he said frantically, madly. “You know what I want.”

    “Tell me,” said Bonnie, her voice breathy. “Tell me, Kai.”

His name on her tongue, it excited him like nothing else and he felt himself coming undone; his face was veined now, his eyes scarlet, his mouth furled — the beast had taken over, he’d crossed over into pure viscera, instinct, and Kai could see the hint of malicious triumph in Bonnie’s gaze. Her victory angered and aroused him and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Get up.”

Bonnie looked at him. “What are you—?”

“Now! Get up now. Now,” he said dangerously.. “Fuck. Now!”

Bonnie raised herself off of Kai and moved to open the door but Kai swiftly grabbed her wrist. “I didn’t say to leave.”

She glared at him, her head stooped so that she wouldn’t knock against ceiling. Quickly, Kai started taking off his belt, raising himself off of the seat so he could fully un-loop it. He brought Bonnie’s hands behind her, knitting her wrists on top of each other, binding them with his belt. He kissed her then, roughly, their teeth clashed for a brief moment, and he slid his hands up her legs, fondling her between her thighs, stroking her up and down and back again so that she moaned into his mouth. Finally, he could feel the material of her underwear against his palms and he brushed his finger along the bottom, making Bonnie squeal and bite down on his lip, which made Kai groan. He pulled away from her, yanked her underwear down and then abruptly gripped Bonnie by the hips and brought her back to his lap so that he entered her..

Kai’s eyes glinted at seeing the way Bonnie’s forehead crinkled, the way her mouth hung open at the feel of him within her. She started grinding down on him and his groans were instant and loud; he tilted himself upward, filling her, reaching up and palming her breasts so that she moaned. He would turn those moans into screams. He had to. He wouldn’t be able to do anything until she gave herself over, until the passion he inspired in her obliterated all else from her mind. He had to do it quickly too. Each sway of her hips accelerated his heart rate, increased the building in his groin, brought him closer to the edge and he couldn’t enjoy the intense relief of climax until he made Bonnie a believer, no matter how momentary, no matter how resentful.

Kai gripped her hips, intensifying the pace, urging her on, pushing into her faster and further so that she mewled. The feral quality to her whimper incensed Kai’s blood and he increased the already punishing rhythm, flexing deeply into her as she bounced down so that the car started to rock with their movements, the rain pummelling against the roof and windows of the car. Kai threw his head back, his eyes raw and scarlet and cloudy; he peered up at Bonnie and saw the restraint in her pleasure-taut face. He leaned forward and started kissing her chest, her breasts, sucking her nipple, smoothing his palms along her behind, gripping her, bouncing her; he could hear her pull against the restraints, her moans husky and loud — but not what he craved. He slipped a finger into her, stroking her, massaging her as he thrust into her, his lips on her cleavage. Bonnie’s movements became more erratic and uncontrolled, faster and urgent and then she was screaming.  

Shit. Kai.”

He looked up at her, vindictive pleasure, carnal triumph in his eyes. He felt her tremble around him and when she climaxed, she called out again.


Her cries were resonant, powerful, there was magic in them like how his guttural roars brought out his magic back at her house. Forked lightning cut across the sky, searing a tree in half, the crown smashing onto the hood of the car. Kai didn’t stop moving. Bonnie didn’t tell him to. Her wrists were free from her restraints now, she’d pulled at them as she came, the force of her magic breaking her literal bonds, and she gripped the headrest as she bobbed. Kai watched her face contort and her expressions of pleasure did nothing to satiate his need for her screams, for her desire, for her. He wanted more. He always wanted more. There was never enough of her. It never stopped.

His fangs descended and Kai reared his head to sink into her but Bonnie grabbed him beneath his chin, and pierced her eyes into him as she gyrated, as she moaned. No. No. She couldn’t do this, she couldn’t deny him this. He had to taste her, drink from her, indulge in her. His blood scorched his body, burned his skin with need of hers.

Kai begged her with each pelvic thrust, bucking into her so that her eyes rolled, so that she squealed. He begged her with his eyes, with the grip of his hand on her waist, with the tremor of his lips. Didn’t she know she killed him little by little with each passing moment she denied him her blood?


Her smile was brief but what he needed and Kai sunk into her.

The instant Kai’s fangs punctured Bonnie’s neck, she slammed her hand against the windshield, cracking the glass. Lightning struck again and four or five trees were the casualties. The pleasure was always new in its intensity, in the hellish euphoria it descended her to. The low, guttural moans that escaped Kai’s lips as he gorged on her blood inflamed Bonnie’s skin and he was thrusting into her with such need, with such urgency that she was overstimulated with sensation; her vision was marred by black spots, she couldn’t see straight, she couldn’t see anything and she hit her second climax. Then her third. Her fourth.

He had to stop, she couldn’t take anymore.


He withdrew from her neck and came loudly, pushing himself deep into her, his cry was strangled and earsplitting, carried out by the thunder instead of snuffed by it; car alarms blocks away started ringing, the only sound that matched it was Bonnie’s scream as she came for the fifth last time, her high-pitched mewl shattering the windows in the car, the rain splashing in and soaking their already moist bodies.  

Kai kissed her neck lazily as Bonnie willed her heart rate to slow down. She couldn’t get off of him, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t do anything but try to breathe again. Her exhaustion was profound and only punctured by the rumblings of a renewed hunger for this experience, for this exhaustion, for Kai. Bonnie felt weakly resentful of how her body never seemed to stop craving him but she was too tired and too satisfied and too satiated to resent herself and Kai with much earnest.

“You’d trade this for mediocrity?” said Kai.

“I’d trade my soul to be rid of you if you hadn’t already taken it.”

Kai held her by the chin and looked at her, his expression smug yet inquiring. “Would you really?”

Bonnie sighed and finally dislodged herself, crumpling back into the driver’s seat. “Get out. Once I get the feeling back in my legs, I’m driving home and you can’t be there. I can’t repeat this. I can’t repeat the couch. Not tonight. I’ll die or … I need to sleep.”

Kai started doing up his fly. “One day,” he said. “You’re going to answer my question.”

“I expect I’ll be truly lost when that day comes.”

Kai raised his eyebrows. “I hope so.” And he got out of the car.

I learned how to make things move in photoshop! It’s not much but it’s got me excited. :D

Also wanted to say hello and thank you to all you new followers! I hope I can draw as much as I can this summer before school takes over my life again! <3

Okay internet. Apparently we need to have a conversation. And that conversation is about makeup. 

Makeup does not change a person. A person who is wearing makeup is the same person as they are when they are not wearing makeup. They don’t have different interests. They don’t have different friends. They don’t exist in different planes of reality. And you should treat them exactly the same whether or not they have chosen to wear blush or not, lipstick or not, eyeliner or not, earrings or not. 

This photo doesn’t show two different people- Pretty and Ugly, Real and Fake, Shallow and Down To Earth- it just shows me. Me with pigment on one side of my face, and not on the other. Same person. Neither side is more or less beautiful, because both of them are me. Neither side cares more about pretty things and romance and crappy television and gossip more than the other. Neither side cares more about Hamlet and history and pop culture analysis than the other. Makeup does not determine personality or clearly reflect it. 

Stop treating people differently because of whether they choose to put color on their face or not. Boom. Simple. Be good to each other. Imagine people complexly.