voluneering

i just want to say that there is nothing cringy or embarrassing about finding comfort in stories or music or using fictional characters to inspire yourself, no matter what people might say.
if imagining yourself as a character in your favourite book makes you forget about your sadness, if blasting musicals at full volune makes you feel confident while walking through a crowd, if drawing cheesy fanart or writing cliche fanfiction makes you feel good about your skills then keep doing that!
other people might mock you but they have no right to take away the happiness and the comfort you find in art.
there is no wrong way to make yourself feel a bit more happy.

star trek otp prompts cause I’m bored:

  • meeting at a diplomatic dinner and trying to escape it together
  • you’re the new crewmember and I’ve been volun-told to show you around but you’re not so bad so we should get a drink after this
  • one’s a starfleet officer and one’s the first member of a race they’re meeting in a first contact mission
  • obligatory starfleet academy au
  • “I knew we shouldn’t have gone into the holodeck because now we’re stuck in this due to a ship malfunction.”
  • this shuttle was a lot more roomy before I started realizing I was attracted to you
  • sexting on padds is pretty dangerous if you almost hand it in to your supervisor
  • the old stuck in an alien prison isn’t as romantic as spock and kirk’s reports make you think it is
  • meeting again after being separated on different ships/station assignments for a long time
  • our alternate reality selves are in a relationship and that has me thinking
  • homeworld trips where everyone assumes they’re dating
  • I know we agreed to keep the romulan ale incident out of our reports to starfleet but I think we should talk about it
  • warning: telepathy
  • cuddling after a hard mission
  • we mixed up our uniforms but I’ve been so tired I didn’t notice this morning but everyone else sure did
  • “I’m sorry I had to kick you when you were possessed and just let me know how I can make it up to you.”
  • watching nebulae and other pretty space things together as a date
  • no starfleet au where your alien who just crash landed in my backyard and surprise we fall in love
  • I hallucinated/experienced your death somehow and I’m emotionally torn up about it
My productive distractions from eating

Hey guys! First off, my original account was terminated, so if anyone sees this please reblog to help a sister out getting around again!😘

Second, here’s a little list of things I do to ‘not eat’ but be productive/help me be pretty.

- PINTEREST. I go on pinterest to look for face/hair masks. I not only want to be skinny. I want to be PRETTY. Tons of face masks help with oily, acne prone, dry, flaky, skin etc. And hair masks to help grow, give more volune, and shine to your hair. 😄
- painting your nails. Ik ik, everyone says this, but go on YouTube (or again, pinterest ) and look up nail art! Doesn’t matter if it comes out perfect, but you’re not snacking! (Try to keep clean tho)💅
-diy shower gels/scrubs/lotions/soaps etc. Shave! Be skinny, not hairy and stinky 💩
- clean your room/make your bed. Organize! Keeping areas clean where you always are is helpful to keep your mind clean. Also, it’s not attractive to just be dirty and messy. 😦😞
- make cute diy crafts or draw to decorate your room. (Pinterest :3)
- do some dishes for your mom/dad , aunt/uncle etc. 🍴
-rearrange furniture to make your room/living room etc look new and tidy.
-clean some windows and let sunshine in.
Sunlight helps brighten your mood and can make you feel more refreshed and up for a workout
- coupon! (I mainly do this to help my aunt, she’s obsessed) cut and organize them and get ones that you can use soon. Coupons for shampoos, shave creams/gels, razors, conditioner, makeup, etc can help with saving money on things to help you be beautiful.
-cooking! Kinda a weird distraction from food, but making something you don’t like for your family could help..

Those are just some things I could think of off hand.

Be safe, be happy

anonymous asked:

Sleepover with the chocobros! What movies do they like to watch in the middle of the night? What's their kind of snacks do they have?

Noctis would be the most down to marathon a TV show rather than a movie. Something like WestWorld where it’s an intense drama and he can really test his marathoning skills. Which, let’s be honest, are not that great because he’s usually the first one to fall asleep at these functions. You’d probably get through the first two episodes before you noticed that his eyes were closed behind the fringe of his bangs.

As for snacks, he’d want anything sweet. Maybe matcha flavoured Kit-Kats, or mochi filled with ice cream. 

Prompto would want to watch a feel-good movie. Depending on what you’d prefer, because he’d always ask your opinion first, he’d either go for a buddy cop comedy like Rush Hour 2 or something where friendship is a strong theme, like the Breakfast Club. He’d probably also like stand-up comedy specials, anything where the comedian talks about pop-culture related things.

He’d also be the one to prefer savoury dry snacks, like pretzels or chips.

Gladio is that guy who just wants to watch horror movies so that when you get scared, you’ll cling to him. He likes to tease you when you jump or pry your hands away when you try to cover your eyes or ears during a really scary part, because he loves you but is also a giant troll. He’d probably want to watch something like The Conjuring, or anything with a lot of jump scares. 

On the flip side, he’s also totally down for action thrillers like 300 and Gladiator. He’ll also volun-tell you to help him recreate certain fight scenes. Most of the time, he lets you win. He’s the type to bring the alcohol to sleepovers, so get ready for a slight hangover in the morning if you’re not careful.

Ignis is down to watch whatever you want to watch. He’s pretty open-minded, but prefers movies with interesting dialogue. He also has a deep, unspoken love for Meryl Streep. He doesn’t really admit it out loud, but The Devil Wears Prada is one of his favourite films. He’s filed away that speech that Miranda gives about cerulean away in his mental rolodex and is planning on finding a reason to recite to at some point in the future.

Iggy also doesn’t bring snacks, he makes them himself. Expect fresh pastries and little hors d’oeuvres fresh from the oven when you arrive.

The World(s) of Entropic Horizons - Nations

Ferelden

Originally posted by discovergreatbritain

A rocky earth-like Planet, Ferelden  is at the outer habitable edge of the Thedas System and has a moderate to cold weather overall, with both poles capped with ice. Ferelden cities often make use of geothermal energy and hot springs are popular with travellers and locals alike. Ruled by King Alistair and Queen Rythlen, Ferelden exports natural resources such as steel, fresh water, and lyrium that is mined by Orzammar transplants.

Noteworthy Locations

  • Haven - A station dedicated to serving and hosting pilgrims to the Temple of Sacred ashes that was on Frostback, Ferelden’s lone moon. Both are now destroyed, and debris periodically falls into Ferelden’s atmosphere causing blazes of light as they burn up. These are now called ‘Andraste Tears’ and are rumoured to be signs of the dead passing into the Maker’s arms.
  • Denerim - The Nation’s capital and seat of power. Home to the Royal Couple, both veterans of the Fifth Blight.
  • Redcliffe - Ferelden’s primary mining city, near to Kinloch hold, a former circle.
  • The Blight Lands - (including Lothering and Ostagar) Lands ravaged and poisoned by the Fifth Blight

Noteworthy Fereldens

  • Rythlen Theirin - Queen of Ferelden and Hero of the Fifth Blight, Rythlen’s become somewhat of a celebrity in Thedas as footage of the heroic (and beautiful) woman saving her planet spread to Orlais and beyond. Now married to fellow Grey Warden and Blight Veteran, Alistair Theirin, Rythlen is back in the fray, working with the Inquisition to make her planet safe once more.
  • Haylan - A former Templar Hound, Haylan was born in Ferelden but was transferred to a Starkhaven Circle when her magic appeared. She now works with the Inquisition as their main doctor and healer.
  • Leliana Nightingale - Spymaster of the Inquisition, veteran of the Fifth Blight
  • Garrett Hawke - Former Champion of Kirkwall and instigator of the Great Mage Rebellion
  • Carver Hawke - Grey Warden and reluctant brother of Garrett

Orlais

Originally posted by fragments-of-a-hologram-dystopia

Ferelden’s nearest neighbouring planet, Orlais is closer to the Sun, and is significantly larger and richer. Formerly spanning both planets, the Orlesian Empire contained to it’s titular planet and it’s two moons. Officially ruled by Empress Celene, Orlais has been embroiled in a brutal Civil war as General or the Orlesian army Gaspard attempts to take the throne.

Noteworthy Locations

  • Val Royaux - The Capital of Orlais and seat of the Divine, Val Royaux is a picturesque city. Everything about it is manicured and ornate. The slums are kept in an undercity, kept out of view. Elves are rarely seen above ground.
  • Halamshiral - The true heart of Orlais. Halamshiral was built on the blood of elves, and had one of the worst alienages among the outer Thedan planets. Unlike Val Royaux, Halamshiral’s slums are still above ground, although Celene had the Alienage purged shortly before the War of the Lions broke out. Construction to tear down the Alienage and build a gentrified neighbourhood has ceased in the meantime.
  • The (Hissing) Waste - The larger of Orlais’s two moons, whatever greenery and life once covered this moon, now there is only poisoned sand and ruins from the Second Blight. It was renamed after the Blight.
  • Approach - The smaller of Orlais’s moons, Approach is similarly tainted by the Second Blight and little survives on the arid surface. However, there is an oasis on the far side of Approach where something has kept the Blight’s Poison at bay.
  • Adamant Fortress - A station built above The Waste by the Grey Warden Corps ages ago, Adamant was one of many staging grounds the Wardens used to fight back and defeat the Second Blight.
  • L'Emprise du Lion - A province-continent towards the northern Orlesian pole, L'Emprise is temperate, and was formerly known as a resort getaway for Orlesian Nobility and the nouveau Riche.

Noteworthy Orlesians

  • Milliara Lavellan - Unwilling Herald and reluctant Inquisitor, Milliara is a former 'pet’ bard (a bard sponsored by a singular patron and looked down upon by others in the profession). She grew up in Halamshiral’s Alienage before meeting her Patron and eventual lover, Frederic. When their son, Nils, exhibited magic, she abducted him and fled to reconnect with her father’s Dalish clan. Bargaining for them to instruct Nils in magic and take them both in, Milliara offered her services as spy to the clan, and wound up at the Conclave. Brusque, short tempered and bitter, Milliara has a soft spot for family and a habit of throwing herself headlong into danger.
  • Nils DuLion - The son of Milliara and Frederic, Nils is sweethearted and kind. Like all Half-elves he exhibits no elven traits aside from slightly more pigmented irises and a predisposition to magic which he revealed at a young age. He’s currently being tutored in magic by Peanut Adaar, Dorian Pavus and Solas.
    • DuLion is a common name given to bastard children of nobles.
  • Frederic Rousseau - A Captain of the Chevalier Legion and Baron in his own right, Frederic is loyal to Gaspard, and even considers him a close friend. However, Frederic’s love for his son drove him to renounce his ties to the Orlesian Empire and join the Inquisition so he could spend time with Nils. He holds Milliara accountable for stealing away their son, but old feelings resurface the longer he’s around her.
  • Empress Celene - The Empress of Orlais (contested).
  • Grand Duc Gaspard - The General of the Orlesian Army and head of the Special forces the Chevaliers Legion.
  • Galaren DuMarc - a bastard son of the nouveau riche family the DuMarcs, Galaren was sent away to live with a great aunt rather than bring shame to his family. He’s been rather forcibly recruited into the Inquisition.

Skyhold

Originally posted by pixel8or

Stronghold of the Inquisition, Skyhold is a large and ancient fortress found in the asteroid belt beyond Ferelden. Built before Tevinter influence, it runs on spells and mechanisms that have been lost to time but maintain a planet like atmosphere and barrier to help protect those that live inside. Now it’s home to the remnants of the Lavellan clan, and other wayward souls that have joined forces with the Inquisition.

Noteworthy Skyhold Residents

(Who are not otherwise listed as part of another nation)

  • Clan Skyhold - What’s left of Clan Lavellan
    • Fiowyn Lavellan - 'Auntie Fi’ to Nils and often the volun-told babysitter, Fiowyn is actually Milliara’s cousin, not her sister. Sweet, awkward, and with a love of books and pretty people, Fiowyn’s happy to stay in Skyhold caring for the residents. After all, there’s bears out on Orlais and Feredlen
    • Aldes Lavellan - A hunter and consummate flirt, Aldes and his sisters survived the purge of Lavellan’s clan by being out on a salvage mission when the Marcher nobleman’s forces attacked.
    • Karya Lavellan - The youngest of the lavellans, Karya is shy around strangers. Quiet and thoughtful, she’s still reeling from losing her family, although being at Skyhold helps. Especially around so much knowledge and this sweet android who she keeps seeing around.
    • Kalieth Suryana - A warden mage, half sister to Aldes and Karya, veteran of the Fifth Blight. 

Tevinter

Originally posted by sheikh-that-ass

The closest habitable planet to the Sun, Tevinter is only habitable in sub-polar lattitudes and above due to the proximity of the Sun’s rays. once the centre of an empire that conquered nearly the entire Thedan system, now Tevinter is a crumbling shell of the glory it once was.

Noteworthy Tevinters

  • Dorian Pavus - Pariah Altus, wonderful, sparkly, sassy man.
  • Kenslynn - a half-elf from Tevinter, she’s now joined the Inquisition. Often seen hanging out with Clan Skyhold.

The Free Marches

Originally posted by flyngdream

Composed of different stations and colonies scattered throughout the asteroid field between Nevarra and Orlais, the Free Marches are a collection of independent nation-states that often band together to bargain with and defend against the larger planetary nations. Each colony has it’s own culture, from Kirkwall’s reputation as a Sin City (and now anarchy and terrorism) to Ostwick’s trade hub and Starkhaven’s…. accents.

Noteworthy Marchers

  • Theseus Trevelyan - formerly a Templar of Ostwick, Theseus, the 'spare’s spare’ of the Trevelyan family was attending the conclave when the Breach exploded, destroying Ferelden’s moon Frostback. He joined the Inquisition shortly after.
  • Maeve Trevelyan - A distant cousin of Theseus, Maeve is one of the two Heralds that emerge from the Breach after the Conclave is destroyed. A trained assassin, Maeve worked for a time with the Antivan Crows. In a relationship with the Commander.
  • Peanut Adaar (and brother Tanim) - A Vashoth mage, Peanut was always an apostate, but she’s as far from the snarky tourtured stereotype as you can get. She’s sweet and prefers baking to fighting. Often seen giving hugs to those who need it, like Clan Skyhold. Part of Team Nanny with Aunti Fi.

Par Vollen

Originally posted by dimensao7

A large flotilla of stations and ships that appeared in Thedas in recent times. In an endless war with Tevinter, with the Tevene moon Seheron as the main battleground.

Home of the Qun.

The Dalish

Originally posted by headlesssamurai

A nation with no homeland left to them, Dalish elves travel in clans, using special ships with solar sails called aravels. The main ship’s systems are powered by magic-infused animals called Halla, who are sacred to the Dalish.

Dalish elves are easily identifiable compared to 'city’ elves by their glowing facial tattoos called vallaslin that are made with luminescent ink that often will visually pulse in time with their heartbeat.

Orzammar

Originally posted by earthstory

A dwarf planet (hah), Orzammar is between the Astroid belt of the Free Marches and Orlais. It’s surface is barren and the residents live in vaults and cities carved out of the planet’s caverns. However the continued excavation over millennia resulted in an unstable crust, and after a massive quake, Darkspawn erupted from an undiscovered cavern, overrunning most of the Dwarven kingdoms.

Now, only a few cities remain, and the dwarven diaspora has spread across the whole Thedan system, with many dwarves creating new cities in the crust of other planets. Unfortunately, it appears darkspawn have followed.

A Soulmate to Remember chapter 14

Hi guys! Still out of town for a wedding, keep sending in requests for my plane trip home!!! There are some shifting POV’s (kinda) in this chapter, give me some feedback on it!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Y/F/N - Your First name

Y/M/N- Your middle name

 Y/L/N- Your last name 

Pairing: Jason Todd X Reader

Word count: 735

TW: Not that I know of, some thrilly drama, but nothing like, violent or big (if I’m wrong feel free to tell me)

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    You were spraying the room down after a very tiring Sunday. Three dirty diapers, two complete meltdowns and way to many spills of food and different drinks to count. All of the nursery workers had spent the better hour just cleaning up after all the kids had been picked up. Steph then volun-told Ben and you to take out the trash. You chugged your water bottle and hastily before doing what You were told so you could get to your homework that waited for you at home.

It was quiet trip that ended as both Ben and you heaved the garbage sacks into the dumpster. You turned around to walk back into the church, but then everything went black.

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I totally have these fic rec lists started in several of my fandoms but I’m awesome at forgetting to update them–let alone post them! However, it’s Coldflash Week, so have ten of my favorite Coldflash fics!

Completed:

WIPs:

  • Stranger Things Have Happened by LiselleVelvet
    • Summary:  One of these days Barry’s tendency to trust his instincts was going to come back to haunt him. When Captain Cold tracks him down to ask a favor he feels compelled to agree, or at least hear the guy out. His life is about to get a lot more complicated. 13k+
  • Out Cold by Crimson1
    • Summary:  Captain Cold’s plan for a bit of fun with his nemesis results in more than he bargained for when a head wound from dashing to Flash’s rescue leaves him without any memories of who he or The Flash is. As Barry nurses Len back to health, both of them quickly start to hope that he never remembers being Captain Cold as the attraction they feel for each other turns into something more without the pitfalls of being enemies to stand in their way. 133k+
  • An All Too Jagged Snowflake by RedHead
    • Summary: When Leonard and Barry discover that they’re Soulmates, they struggle to work through the difficulties this poses them, and also fight to survive the various forces that buffet their lives. [Diverges after the Season 1 finale] 102k+
  • Tumbling Together by RedHead
    • Summary: When Barry and Len discover that they’ve accidentally become neighbors, they learn to navigate their new living situation amongst misunderstandings and a surprising amount of common ground. AKA the fun-as-it-comes Neighbors!AU which turns into a Pretend Relationship!AU filled with tropes, hijinks, and some vague notion of a plot. 41k+
  • Rogue Z by bealeciphers 
    • Summary: Two months after a mysterious villain started the zombie apocalypse and all of North America has been trapped in an unnaturally cold winter, the Flash has been forced to travel with Captain Cold, Golden Glider, and Heatwave to make it back to Central City and find his friends and family.{Midseason 1 canon with an integration of some comic book plotlines and characters.} 249k+

[Authors include: coldtomyflash, lisellevelvet, pheuthe, drownedinlight, crimsondomingo, and coldflashcw.]

My Top ColdFlash fics

Pretty new ship for me and I dunno how it started, but they are really hot together and I loved this fics, so here ya go for ya’ll go need some guidance or whatever.

1. Seventy Three Seconds by RedHead

Set after S01 E16 (Rogue Time).

With a meta-human on his tail, Leonard Snart turns to the Flash for some information on how to stop them, and gets more than he bargained for along the way.

2. To Catch a Thief by Error401

“Ugh, hi,” Barry said, staring up at the man in the parka.

“Hi…” the man said slowly, staring at Barry in turn.

“You’re not Garcia from the bank robbery task force, are you,” Barry said. It wasn’t a question.

The man in the parka smirked and leveled a gun at Barry’s chest. “Stay cool, kid, and I’ll be on my way in no time.”

*Ficlet originally posted on my tumblr

3. Out Cold by Crimson1

Captain Cold’s plan for a bit of fun with his nemesis results in more than he bargained for when a head wound from dashing to Flash’s rescue leaves him without any memories of who he or The Flash is. As Barry nurses Len back to health, both of them quickly start to hope that he never remembers being Captain Cold as the attraction they feel for each other turns into something more without the pitfalls of being enemies to stand in their way.

AU with everything having happened up to the Season 1 finale, except Eddie shot Eobard instead of himself, killing him, and the singularity didn’t happen.

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Aiba was volun-told to do 2 sections of the Cliff Climb. Sho asked if Aiba is okay. Aiba was licking his lips and Sho commented, with Aiba’s confirmation, that his lip was indeed dry.

I only noticed today. I did not want my imagination to run super wild. But Sakuraiba OTP is in my head and the 3rd Sho shot is what causing it…. Did Sho just gulped?

From VS Arashi 2012.04.26.

Mercy {Pt. 5}

I’m a little worried you guys will hate the way Mercy actually plays out but I thought it was a good opportunity to put this in the “Euphoria”/”Killing Me” series so it might be interesting to see just how I fit it in? I wrote the rest of it today so this season’s treatment of Bonnie and her love life and her sexuality did play a big role in how I wrote this part. I really do hope you guys enjoy it, it also might be more effective if you reread “Fiending” to refresh your memories.

The links to the previous parts:

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/134700408935/a-woman-possessed-pt1

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/134907393240/euphoria-pt-2

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/140812635565/yours-pt-3

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/141040792730/fiending-pt-4

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“She sleeps all day. Dreams of you in both worlds. Tills the blood, in and out of uterus. Wakes up smelling of zinc, grief sedated by orgasm, orgasm heightened by grief. God was in the room when the man said to the woman, “I love you so much. Wrap your legs around me. Pull me in, pull me in, pull me in.” Sometimes when he’d have her nipple in his mouth, she’d whisper, “Oh, my God.” That, too, is a form of worship.

Her hips grind, pestle and mortar, cinnamon and cloves. Whenever he pulls out … loss. Dear moon, we blame you for floods … for the flush of blood … for men who are also wolves. We blame for the night for the dark, for the ghosts.”

— Warsan Shire/Beyonce, Lemonade

This wasn’t even how she wanted to spend her Saturday. But Bonnie had promised Caroline. All of the girls on the cheer squad had been volun-told into helping out with The Sexy Suds Car Wash and as Caroline’s best friend, Bonnie had to pick up the slack when everyone else was goofing around. So here she was on a Saturday afternoon clad in a brown bikini top and white shorts, wiping down cars when she could’ve been at home. Or at Grams’.

           They were only a few hours in and it already felt like a long day. But, Bonnie thought idly, not a boring one. Lots of drama. For the first time in months, Elena actually looked good. And she looked good with Stefan. She smiled and laughed and engaged. All with Stefan. The Hot New Guy with the Romance Novel Stare that no one knew anything real about. That Bonnie still didn’t completely trust despite their get-to-know-you dinner a few nights before. There was something about him that went beyond brooding, beyond mystery to secrecy. Painful secrecy. The energy she got from him wasn’t bad exactly but it was dark and it scared her. And then there was Matt. Who couldn’t stop watching Elena and Stefan together, broken eyes and a wounded pout that saddened his face with each kiss, each giggle, each hug between them. Elena was her best friend but Bonnie had also known Matt since they were kids and seeing him hurt wasn’t easy.

“Uh uh, no,” she’d said when she’d caught him staring at them kissing by a car a few feet away. “None of that tortured, pining stuff.”  

           “I’m just observing.”

           “Mhmm.”

           Bonnie had caught Matt furtively glancing at them at least ten times since that conversation. Caroline was also acting … well, like Caroline but also decidedly not. She’d been oscillating between her normal neurosis and a frightened distraction that Bonnie had never seen before. It had been three days since Damon, Stefan’s brother, left town without a word and Caroline had been acting weirdly since, jumping at voices that weren’t there, doubling-down on her already heightened control-freak behaviour. It had caused Bonnie to be simultaneously exasperated and worried.      

And then there was Bonnie herself, silently breaking down, silently clinging on to whatever peace of mind she had left, silently but frantically questioning whether or not she was actually, literally going crazy. It was one of the reasons why she’d wanted to stay in today, why she’d been thinking about consulting with Grams. Things had been… happening around her, lately. Or, well, because of her. Like … the energies. Before the school year started, she didn’t know anything about energies. She didn’t know anything about them now. But she felt them. Could read them. Like how she could sense Stefan’s. Like how she was able to read Elena’s past. And then there was the incident with the candles at the Founder’s Party. She’d done it. She knew she’d done it. Lit the candle just by staring at it. Lighting all the other ones in the process. But that was magic. And magic didn’t exist. That was insane. Actually insane. But then … there was today. There was Tiki. She’d gotten on Bonnie’s nerves with her attitude, picking on those too timid to stand up for themselves, like that guy who brought his car to be washed. Bonnie wanted to humiliate Tiki the same way Tiki humiliated that guy and before she knew it the hose had gone haywire, soaking Tiki from head to toe so that Matt had to rush over and help her get it off. Bonnie didn’t know how but she knew she was responsible, she knew she caused the hose to gush out water

So now she was leaning against the hood a jeep, trying to stay calm and relaxed, trying to collect herself so that she could go throughout the day unbothered or at least seemingly without a care. It wasn’t the time to have a break down. Not at Caroline’s event. Not when Elena was finally starting to get her life back on track. Bonnie stared at nothing in particular taking deep breaths in and out when she heard her voice.

“Sweeper duty.”

Bonnie snapped her head to the front and inwardly sighed at seeing Tiki in front of her. “What?” she said.

“You have to clean the pavement,” said Tiki, holding a broom in her hand.

Bonnie did not have the time for this. “It’s a car wash. By definition, the pavement is clean.”

“But not dry.”

Her vague irritation started souring to anger so that Bonnie felt her heartrate pick up, her skin burn with indignant rage. “And I’m doing this why?”

“Caroline bailed so that leaves me in charge.”

Tiki grinned as she walked away, handing Bonnie the broom. Bonnie swore beneath her breath and then looked dejectedly at the pavement. It was soaked with water. There was no possible way to get it dry with a broom. It was a fool’s errand. Which was exactly why Tiki gave it to her to do. Bonnie sighed, moving away from the jeep to start sweeping but as she stared at the wet pavement, she wondered … had she become too timid to stand up for herself? Did Tiki find her an easy target? Was she an easy target? The task was bullshit and she didn’t even want to be here in the first place and Caroline had bailed on her own event, an event that she dragged Bonnie to, and Elena was nowhere to be found and now Mega Bitch Tiki is giving her a damn broom to sweep up water at a car wash event that was supposed to go on for another two or three hours? This was how Bonnie had to spend her fucking Saturday?

And then the water ignited. Bonnie gasped at seeing the fire erupt but as the flames blazed a trail, she grinned at the power of it, at the power of herself, of what she could do. Savage delight seared deep in her gut as the fire began to engulf the blue car in front of her. People around her were screaming but she took no notice, vague echoes distant in her ears, the fire held all of her focus and the more destruction it caused, the more powerful she felt and it felt good to feel this powerful; it was a strange type of good, a reckless good, a potent good, almost … an erotic good.

Her name. “Bonnie?” She was being shaken. “Bonnie? Bonnie!”

That feeling. It stopped. Like she’d been doused in cold water. Abruptly, the fire disappeared, leaving the car intact and Bonnie turned swiftly around to see Stefan in front of her.           “Are you OK?” he asked.

“What just happened?”

“You were in some kind of trance.”

Bonnie snapped her head around back to the car and saw the smoke and the charred metal, the frightened expressions on everyone’s faces. Holy shit.

“Did I do this?” she asked Stefan.

He paused to look at the wreckage she caused. “I think so, yeah.”

Oh God, what had she done? “Nobody else saw, did they?” When Stefan shook his head, an inkling of relief blossomed in Bonnie’s chest but it did nothing to lessen the guilt and the fear that now wreaked havoc on her mind. She had to get the hell out of here. “Don’t tell anybody. Please.” She waited for Stefan to nod his head and then she turned around and ran. And kept running.

Bonnie hadn’t paid attention to the direction she’d chosen to go in, she only knew that she didn’t feel safe around people. No. She didn’t feel safe to be around. That was probably why her feet had taken her into the woods where no one would be this early in the day, when everyone who was anyone would be at the car wash. She’d ran for what felt like ten minutes before slowing down to catch her breath, bending over, hands on her knees.

And then she felt it.

Something strange. Almost feverish. She felt faint and wired at the same time, like every nerve in her body was sensitized, attuned to something or … someone. Her heartrate picked up like how it had done when she’d spoken to Tiki and she heard the reverberations of something, a clap? Was that clapping? Someone was here. Close to her. Bonnie spun around on the spot, searching for the mystery.

She’d found it.

A guy. Not much older than her if older than her at all. Tattered grey shirt, denim jacket fit snugly over broad shoulders, dark jeans. Tall. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Chiselled jaw. He clapped as he leaned casually against a tree, one foot cross over the other, a benign grin on his face. But Bonnie could sense there was nothing casual about this man at all; his eyes were sharp and mischievous and intent on her. He had an air of danger, true danger, about him, the kind of danger that was lethal, almost menacing and it … intrigued Bonnie. She held her breath with anxiety but not with fear, she was curious. Dangerously curious. Excited by his presence. He was calling to something in her that Bonnie couldn’t properly explain.

He stopped clapping. “That was quite a show.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The guy raised his eyebrows sceptically. “Lying is a sin, you know. Or so I’ve been told.”

Bonnie narrowed her eyes; he was a stranger and yet her irritation at his knowing tone felt familiar. So did the urge that tickled her, the urge to throw herself at him and attack him with force, with …

“I’m not lying. I don’t even know what this is about.”

“So you didn’t just set a car on fire?”

           Bonnie coughed derisively and rolled her eyes. “I don’t have any matches. How would I have set a car on fire?”

           He moved away from the tree and widened his eyes, waggling his fingers conspiratorially. “With your mind.”

           Bonnie swallowed hard but then forced herself to laugh. “You’re crazy,” she said.

          “Just observant.” Slowly, he began to walk toward her, a measured determination in his gait. “And I’ve been observing you, Bonnie Bennett.” The benign grin on his face had twisted itself into something more roguish and Bonnie felt something within her contract and then was immediately, inexplicably angry with herself.  

“You know my name? What are you, some of kind stalker?”

“That’s such an ugly word,” he said. “I’m simply interested.”

“In me,” said Bonnie.

He was only a few feet away from her now, hands in his pockets, a small smile on his face, smouldering concentration in his eye. “In everything about you.”

How was it possible for words to caress the skin? Bonnie flushed, suffocated with a discomfort that was intense but not unpleasant, that burned her with yearning.

He was dangerous. She knew it in her gut, he was dangerous. Strange men don’t approach you in the woods unless they’re dangerous. But … there was something dangerous going on within her too; something that matched the energy she got from him. What the hell was going on?

“If me knowing your name is what makes you uncomfortable, I can tell you mine,” he said. “It’s Malachai. Actually, no. That does sound like a stalker name, doesn’t it? You can just call me Kai.”

“OK,” said Bonnie.

Kai moved closer, closing the gap between them, circling her so that she felt the tension of a near-touch, of his body rotating around hers but she kept her head facing forward. She wouldn’t follow him with her eyes. She had the feeling it would satisfy him and she had the natural inclination to refuse him.

“Don’t you want to say my name?”

“Why would I?”

“So you can know how it feels on your tongue.”

That smugness. Bonnie groaned and then turned her head to the side so that she could hold her gaze, his face was closer to hers than she’d anticipated, his jaw clenched, his gaze holding hers. Infinitesimally, Bonnie parted her lips. “Kai.” He closed his eyes, a small sigh escaping his mouth, and she caught her breath as the name sent shivers through her.

What. Was. Happening?

           “Who the hell are you, Kai?”

           He moaned, his eyes still closed. “It certainly feels good. Hearing my name on your lips.”

           Bonnie shook her head, putting her hands on the back of her neck. “This is seriously creepy.”

           “And yet you’re not creeped out,” said Kai. He started circling her again. “You know who I am, or what I am. You knew it from the moment you saw me.”

           “Can you stop speaking in riddles and just spit it out?”

           “Trust your instincts, Bonnie. Trust what you feel.”

           “What I feel is like slapping you,” said Bonnie harshly.

           Kai chuckled. “That’s a feeling you’re going to have to curb for now.”

           Swiftly, Bonnie turned to strike him but Kai caught her by the wrist, their bodies crashing into each other so that their noses touched. “There’ll be time for this later,” he said.

           Bonnie growled in frustration and pushed him away so that he staggered back. He laughed. “You like this feeling. Don’t you? Like the feeling at the car wash.”

           “Nothing happened at the stupid car wash.”

           “That anger. It’s what gives you power. That power is what gives you joy. That wild, ferocious, fucking amazing joy. You keep running from it. Shrinking yourself to lighting candles, why light candles, when you can ignite the world? Have everyone at your mercy.”

           “You sound legitimately insane. Like you need professional help insane. Who are you?”

           “A witch. Just like you,” said Kai. “Well no, not exactly like you. There’s no one like you. Not even another Bennett witch.”

           “I’m not —”

           “Don’t,” said Kai, walking up to her again, close enough so that Bonnie felt his breath on her ear. Instinctively, she licked her lips and pressed them together. “Don’t run from this feeling. You’re a—”

           “Psychic. I know things I know that I know things. And being a psychic—”

           “You’re a witch.”    

       Bonnie snapped her head toward him. “I’m not a witch!” Kai was thrown back against one of the trees, his hands pinned beside him so that he was splayed, spread-eagled against the trunk.

           “Well now, you’ve got me at your mercy. What do you plan on doing with me?”

Bonnie didn’t answer the question. She only stared, her chest heaving up and down from her rapid breathing. She’d done that. She’d moved a person with her mind. It was exhilarating. Seeing Kai there, helpless, vulnerable, completely at her mercy because of her power … there was a harsh satisfaction that clenched her insides at seeing it. He was right. She was. A witch. She really was.

“Grams,” she whispered.

“She can’t help you.”

Bonnie narrowed her eyes and walked up to the tree Kai was pinned against. He stared down at her, his expression a mixture of odd pride and what Bonnie thought looked like desire. It certainly irritated her. But it also … incensed her. He kept her in a constant state of agitation. Agitation that made her quake.  

Stay on point.

“How would you know what my grandmother can do? She’s—”

“Limited,” said Kai. “It’s not her fault. Morality leads to self-righteousness, which leads to blocking yourself from certain power.”

“Morality,” Bonnie repeated. “So what you’re saying is, you can teach me to be immoral, you can teach me to be evil?”

“Well, I didn’t say anything about myself, actually,” said Kai, grinning.

Abruptly Bonnie reached forward and grabbed Kai’s chin, her fingers pressing hard against his jaw. She wanted to squeeze that smirk away, snuff out the arrogance etched in his features. It was a violent need that overcame her with such impulsive swiftness. Kai lowered his head a little so that his bottom lip brushed against her index finger, grazing her skin so that she swallowed hard. Bonnie wrenched her hand away and turned on her heel, putting her hands to her forehead, gritting her teeth.

“I could teach you how to give in,” said Kai.

Bonnie whirled around. “Give in?”

“You’re repressive.”

“You don’t know when to shut up.”

“True,” said Kai. “But that really just means I’m honest about things people don’t want to hear.”

“I am not repressive. I’m—”

“Scared.”

“I am not scared of you.”

“Again, I didn’t say anything about me. I must be really under your skin.”

Bonnie whipped her head to the side, glaring at Kai so that he started to sputter, his mouth opening and closing for air. “You’re not under anything,” she snapped.

After a minute or two, she looked away so that her hold on him was released; she could hear him gasping and puffing but his wheezing turned into chuckling. “God, your power. Even then, now …That is what you’re repressing, what you’re scared of when you let yourself feel it. Your own power, your own rawness, your own desire.”

“It’s dangerous.”

“Yes.”

“I could’ve killed you,” said Bonnie. “And I am not a killer. Not for any reason.”

“You’d be surprised,” said Kai.

Bonnie furrowed her eyebrows and walked back up to the tree trunk. She didn’t know what made her do it but she inched closer to Kai so that their faces were a breath away from each other and she passed her eyes over his face, locking her gaze with his, resentment and intrigue and anger and curiosity churning in her gut, roiling beneath her skin, forging something between them as he stared back at her, his lips parted. “And what does that mean? Do you want me to kill you, is that it?” said Bonnie. “Who are you?”  

“Someone you hate.”

“So why should I listen to you?”

Kai strained against his invisible bonds so that their lips nearly touched. “Because you want to,” he said. “I could show you how to dig into that feeling. You know I can.”

Bonnie leaned forward as if she were about to kiss him, Kai stretched his neck even further to meet her lips but Bonnie moved her head away, Kai still reaching for her, his mouth quivering. She raised her head and released him from his restraints.

And she felt like she made a terrible mistake.

Like she’d welcomed the devil into her mind.

But she was curious. She was drawn. She was at his … … …

“I don’t trust you,” she said as Kai stepped behind her.

He pressed his lips against her temple and breathed into her ear. “It wouldn’t be nearly as interesting if you did.” Gently, he tugged on the bottom of her earlobe and Bonnie took a sharp intake of breath. Her eyes fluttered. She turned around and pushed him so that he staggered back, a grin on his face.

“In fact I, I despise you,” she spat. “I have never had such a strong reaction to someone I don’t even know.”

“Nor will you ever again,” said Kai.

“Oh shut up,” said Bonnie. She took a beat to process her response and then closed her eyes and growled in frustration. “Why do I feel like this? I know it’s wrong but I want to kill you,” she said frantically. “The urge is overpowering. I know I would be doing me a favour, the world a favour if I killed you.”

“You don’t know how to yet,” said Kai. He started walking up to her. “I’d have to teach you.”

Bonnie tilted her head sceptically. “You would teach me how to murder you?”

“I’ve known for a long time that I’d meet my end at your hands, Bonnie.” He was directly in front of her now. “In more ways than one.”

“I don’t know what that means,” she murmured, staring up at him. Their proximity to each other was dizzying, Bonnie was flushed with heat, she could barely see straight, she was uncomfortable in the best way, she was angry in the worst way and she could feel it, feel that she had the same effect on him. It was intoxicating. They were intoxicating. In the most guilt-inducing way.

“But you want to find out,” he said.

Bonnie opened her mouth to disagree but found herself speechless. Kai reached forward to touch her wrist but she jerked her hand back.

“Don’t touch me,” she said.

“But I have to,” said Kai quietly. “I need to.” He extended his hand again and this time Bonnie didn’t move away, allowing him access to her. He traced his thumb over the veins on her wrist and then trailed his fingertips up her arm, turning Bonnie’s breathing shallow. His eyes molten and intense with concentration, watching every expression pass over her face, Kai slowly began to step behind her, his hand slipping to her hips, fingers skating across her stomach so that her back arched, her behind connecting to his pelvis, making him squeeze his eyes shut. He nuzzled the nape of her neck, his hands flirting with the waistband of her shorts. Bonnie bit on the insides of her cheeks to keep from any noise of pleasure escaping and betraying her. Kai’s hands explored her torso, his fingers skirting beneath her bikini top, running back down to her shorts, slipping beneath the waistband, circling her hips, toying with the knots that held together her string bikini.  

“Ready for me to show you what your power can do?”

He pressed his lips against Bonnie’s shoulder and she sighed. “Yes.”

Kai gripped her hips and it was instantaneous pain. And instantaneous pleasure. Bonnie felt her veins ripping open, felt the draining of an intimate part to herself, a fundamental part of herself so that she was weaker, anguished, she gritted her teeth to keep from crying out. But then there was that pleasure beneath the discomfort, a thrill that trilled her blood, that increased her heart rate. This was entirely messed up.

Finally, he let go and Bonnie spun around to face him, her hand on his throat. “What just happened?” she demanded.

“You’re a part of me now,” said Kai. “If only for a little while.” He extended his hand forward and then said, “Incendia.”

Three trees combusted into flames and Bonnie roared in surprised anger, looking around wildly at the burning flora. “What the hell is the matter with you?”

“Look at what you could do with your power.”

Bonnie fumed with pure, unadulterated outrage; anger for the life Kai had destroyed, anger at him for using her magic to do it. She was beside herself with fury, with hatred at his methods, at their connection, at him. She wanted to destroy him for this. As the fury worked through her muscles, boiling her blood, she felt power gather within her, felt herself become formidable and unrestrained and that same savage delight she felt at the car wash bloomed in her gut more intense, more reckless, the sensation was —

“It’s practically orgasmic, isn’t it?” said Kai.

“Don’t act like you know me!”

Her rage pushed forward a yell that crashed through the woods, splitting trunks and logs, igniting six more trees; inflamed branches crashed to the ground, black smoke furled in the air, birds squawked and flew far away, rodents dashed for cover, for escape, everything around them was burning violently. Kai stared at her with a lustful awe that Bonnie felt all over her skin and she shoved him, her fury deepening. “Don’t look at me like that! I will blind you if you keep looking at me like that!” Strong winds started to gather, blowing the flames, breaking a part branches that were still intact, spreading the fire.

Kai shook his head, his expression grave and mesmerized. “God, you’re amazing. This weather is apocalyptic. Do you know how much power it takes to cause this? How good it feels knowing I bring this out in you?”

“Good? Good?” Bonnie lunged forward and yelled in his face. “I hate it!” Thunder cracked, forked lightening sliced the sky, embers twirled in the air around them, cutting across their skin.

“Then stop doing it!”

Bonnie glared at him. She was breathing rapidly and deeply and with each intake, that erotic sensation engulfed her, that savagery, that power — she was completely drunk off it. She couldn’t stop. Not as long as Kai was around her. And she couldn’t make him leave. She couldn’t bring herself to stop the feelings ensnaring her, empowering her, guilting her. She was at their mercy. She was at his mercy.

“Who are you?” she asked again.

“Someone you hate,” he repeated.

“I do,” she said. “God, I fucking hate you.”

Bonnie started to move forward but Kai reached her first, thrusting his lips against hers, kissing her with a readiness, a ferocity that told Bonnie that he had been burning with the desire to feel her mouth on his with a torturous intensity. She grabbed a hold of his head, clenching his hair painfully tight as he shrugged off his jean jacket, letting it fall to the ground, flames licking the cuff of his sleeve. Bonnie pulled away, running her tongue along his jaw, causing him to moan, which in turn made her ache with a gratification she wasn’t accustomed to. She itched the tip of her tongue against his ear, gently biting down on his earlobe so that a moan cracked in his throat and he hastily undid her bikini top, sliding his hand down to her hips, sliding between her thighs, massaging her through the material of her shorts, causing Bonnie to breathe “Shit,” in his ear. Another growl of thunder, the flames razed the woods. She was destroying everything.

“Tell me you’re the only one who can curse me with this feeling,” said Bonnie breathlessly.

“It’s a promise.”

Kai kissed her again, the swirl of his tongue, the urgency of his lips calling to something deep within her, the home to her magic, to her desire, to her power, to her lust, to her emotion bringing it forth with such force that the fire rose twenty, thirty feet in the air, the trees, the grass, the bushes, all of them consumed with flames. Noises in the distance.

“Sirens,” said Bonnie.

“I don’t care,” said Kai.

He started to kneel, his mouth on her neck, on her collarbone, kissing her breasts so that she gasped as another flash of lightning split the sky; he enclosed her nipple in his mouth, groaning low in his throat, rubbing her waist, the tip of his tongue skating down her stomach, tickling her skin so that Bonnie laughed and cursed him. As he sunk to his knees, her ran his hand up and down the inside of her thigh, looking up at her as his teeth gripped her short’s waistband. Bonnie wanted to break their gaze, break their bond, their sick, intoxicating, horrible, addictive bond. But she watched him watch her as he unbuttoned her shorts, as he slowly untied her bikini bottoms, as he moved forward, his mouth making contact with the apex of her thighs. Her head shot back and Kai pressed her to him, easing in a finger, stimulating her ache so that she mewled and bit down on her lip. She touched herself, palming her breasts to the same rhythm of Kai’s tongue, the action caused Kai to groan and increase the pressure of his lapping, he reached up, putting his palms on Bonnie’s hands, directing her motions.

“Kai,” she moaned.

He closed his eyes and started unbuckling his belt. He couldn’t wait anymore. He needed to be beneath her, atop her, inside her, he needed —  

Bonnie woke up with a start, sitting upright, panting heavily. Wait, where was she? Where were the woods? Was she … was this … she was at home? From her spot in the living room she saw shattered glass in the kitchen, a hole in the hallway wall. Right. The fight she and Kai had. That led to them screwing each other’s brains out on the couch. Bonnie looked down, she was lying down on the sofa cushions instead of on the broken backrest. Kai was sitting on the coffee table, his elbows on his knees, clasped hands beneath his chin.

“Bonnie—”

“What the hell did you do?” she yelled.

           “I proved a point.”

           “You messed with my memories!”

           “I showed you who you really are,” said Kai.

           “You violated —”

           “I didn’t violate anything!” he yelled. “I brought you back to your memories and I put myself in there.”

           “For what? What point did you prove, Kai?”

           “That you would always be mine. You would always find your way here, to this moment.”

           Bonnie’s eyes widened with anger and then she screamed, shifting her position on the couch so that her feet were planted firmly on the ground and she could look Kai dead in the eye. “Are you insane?

           “You blame me for who you are now, you blame me for making you this way but you were always this way, Bonnie. You were always dangerous, you always had this darkness, even then, even when you were pure, scared, martyr Pre-1990s Bonnie. Pre-Kai Bonnie. I just showed that to you.”

           “You could’ve manipulated that entire sequence!”

           “To what end?”

           “To this end! You and your fucking games!” Bonnie started to get up from the couch but Kai grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her so that she looked at him.

           “I do play games and I always win,” he said, staring at her. “Maybe because sometimes I cheat, maybe because sometimes I don’t play fair but not with you. It always has to be a fair playing field with you. It’s how I know I won. I was there. You were you. That was real.”

           “Then you would’ve completely fucked up the future, our present and everything looks the same as it was!”

           “And I did change things. Going back to that moment … that kind of magic … I created an alternate universe. Another one anyway.”

           “An alternate universe?”

           “What, have you never mind-jumped and constructed alternate alternate universes before?”

           Bonnie broke away from Kai’s grasp and pushed her fingers against his forehead so that his head snapped backward. She walked back down the hall. Kai stood up.

           “Admit it, Bonnie. You always enjoyed it, the kind of power I bring out in you. You enjoyed it with expressionism, you enjoyed it even before you knew anything about magic, you just shut it down. But you can’t with me because it’s more than magic. It’s you. I see you.”

           “You see the worst in me.”

           “I see everything in you,” said Kai. “I bring out everything in you. You’re yourself with me, the true Bonnie Bennett who doesn’t repress—”

“I want to repress!” screamed Bonnie. “I want to be the girl that represses, the girl that chose morality, the girl who fought for something, who would die for something because at least I could live with myself then but I can’t go back to that! I try and I can’t!”

“You can’t because you don’t want to.”

“I can’t because you’re still in my life, fuelling everything.”

“Then get rid of me.”

“You won’t let me go!”

“Would it matter if I did?”

           Bonnie stared at him for a while, teary-eyed and indignant. “I don’t …” She cleared her throat and shook her head. “I don’t know how to be free of you. Sometimes I think I’ll never be free of you. And it kills me. You are killing me, Kai.”  

           “I can’t stop,” he said. “And I wouldn’t if I could.”

           “I know that,” snapped Bonnie. “You’re not the good guy.”

           “And you aren’t as predictable as the loyal, repressive martyr so eager to shrink herself to what’s acceptable, that’s why you’re in this. I’m not in in it alone.”

           Bonnie glared at him. “I didn’t say I wasn’t killing myself too.”

           A sudden rapping on the front door caused Bonnie to jump. “Bonnie. Bonnie, I know you’re in there.”

           Bonnie closed her eyes and swore. “Jeremy.”

           “I’m not going away, Bonnie.”

           “Jeremy, it’s not a good time!” she called.

           “Then I will camp out on this porch. I’m serious.”

           Bonnie rubbed her temples.

           “Invite him in,” said Kai.

           “Don’t be an ass,” said Bonnie. “I’ll meet you at the Mansion,” she called to Jeremy.

           Kai’s eyes narrowed and Bonnie felt the air shift. “Don’t start with me,” she said.

“You’re going to Damon?”

           “I am meeting him at Damon’s.”

           “No.”

           Bonnie raised her eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

           “No, Bonnie,” said Jeremy. “I’m not falling for that. You just want me to go. I’m not leaving.” He kept knocking on the door.            

“Just invite Little Gilbert in,” said Kai.

           “He can’t see you,” said Bonnie. “He can’t see this.” She pointed to the broken couch and the smashed glass, the cracked wall. “I’m not that cruel.”

           “He needs to see this,” said Kai. “He needs to know his place.”

           “His place?”

           “He can never bring it out in you. The intensity that caused this. No one can bring it out in you,” said Kai, walking closer to Bonnie so that he stood directly in front of her. “Only I can bring it out in you,” he whispered.

           “I’m cursed with you,” said Bonnie.

           Kai slid his hands around Bonnie’s hips. “Yes.”

           “I’ll never forgive you for that.”

           He grazed his lips along her neck so that she sighed. “No.”

           “I’m…”

           Kai slipped his hand into Bonnie’s underwear, gently running his index finger along her sex so that her knees buckled. She held onto Kai’s shoulder for support. “Yes?”

           “Bonnie!”

           “Jer, just.” She bit Kai’s shoulder as his finger swivelled. Kai’s breathing turned rapid, he whispered. “Yes?”

“Jer, I promise, I—”

Kai guided Bonnie to the wall, hitching her leg onto his hip, pushing his pelvis into her groin so that she clawed at his neck. “Yes, Bonnie?” he repeated.

“I’m…”

“Bonnie, open the door!”

“Jeremy,” said Bonnie breathlessly. “I will meet you at The Mansion in an hour. I promise!”

           Kai put his lips to her ear as he rocked into her again. “Yes, Bonnie? You…”

           “I’m at your mercy,” said Bonnie finally, pressing her hands against his back, pushing him into her. “In this moment, I’m at your mercy.”

           Kai groaned and undid his fly.

           “An hour Bonnie! I’m trusting you to be there!”

           Bonnie heard Jeremy stomp off the porch to walk down to the driveway. She pushed Kai back and moved away from the wall.

           “What are you doing?” he said.

           “I’m going to the Mansion,” said Bonnie. “He trusts me to be there.”  

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anonymous asked:

Jasico, because it is endgame

  • Fake dating: They’re very convincing but it gets heavy really quickly and there’s a whole lot of feelings and it quickly gets to the point where they aren’t sure if they’re really dating (cause they both want to) and they fight and everyone’s like ‘did you break up’ but how do you break up when you were never a couple but its all okay and they get together and after that anniversaries are kind of unsure because at what point were they official???? its all very confusing.
  • Bodyswap: They play each other alright and the situation is tolerable for much longer than any other than any other couple i’ve mentioned but it falls apart because they both get depressed about how people treat the other daily but they harass each other in private to deal (‘look at how nice my butt is wait jason stop making me strip tease’)
  • Dark!fic: Maybe Jason dies and Nico goes against Hades and the Laws of the Underworld to bring him back only to find Jason’s pulled a Bianca knowing he’d try or something. Or maybe them in Tartarus.
  • Secret kinks: Making Jason Debilitatingly aroused before they’ve even really started and maybe electricity (maybe) for Nico and for Jason it’s getting Nico vocal.
  • Their first kiss: Kind of a heat of the moment thing no matter who does it (probably Jason). Really quick (maybe drunk?) it’s before they’re a couple and Jason actually was still dating Piper and they don’t talk about it after.
  • Meeting the parents:  it takes forever for Nico and Thalia to get along but eventually they get to this kind of understanding and are more or less civil (daresay friendly) with each other.
  • Moving in together: They get a really nice apartment that’s always a little trashed but not in a gross way. The fridge is split between Nico’s junk (because if he has to eat it should be worthwhile) and Jason’s personal whole foods (because even the bad for you foods in new rome were fresh made) they keep busy so they aren’t there too much but now and then they’ll stay in together so long people get worried
  • A crossover of my choice: hunger games. Jason is district a 1 hunger games trainee and is one of the volunteers because that’s what he’s always been expected to do and realizes he’s doomed himself to meet others expectations and Nico is a district 12 who volunteer so he could protect Bianca (who killed in the cornucopia rush and Nico’s sure he saw the culprit). Jason forgoes the usual district alliance and decides to make his own choices. One being he isnt going to kill anyone and two being to team up with the wandering Nico who’s lost the will to live other than to take down the blue eyed district 4 boy who killed Bianca. Almost everyone survives somehow.
  • An au of my choice: Something where they’re both celebrities in california, or at least the children of. They meet through that and connect over their mutual hatred over that entire invasive scene and run away together/elope.
  • If you like, another trope/scenario of your choice: Jason goes with Nico to Italy to help him investigate his mother/family like Nico started to do in TLO Because Hades just wont tell him anything/ doesn’t want to get into it. Maybe they find it and they’re familiar with the entire Olympian scene and accepted maybe they’re a bunch of jerks maybe the line died I just want it to happen.
Mercy {Preview}

It’s May 10th! I wanted to post something before work tomorrow so I decided to give you guys a preview and post the rest later on, but I promised something for this day, Bonkai anniversary, so I made it a point to write something that reflects the date and I really wanted to go to this idea of tension and tension through dialogue (since we’ve been speaking about dialogue a lot lately) and Bonkai/Grahamwood “trailer/behind the set” tension so I really hope you guys enjoy it and please like and reblog if you do! And comment! I LOVE comments from those who read my stuff

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This wasn’t even how she wanted to spend her Saturday. But Bonnie had promised Caroline. All of the girls on the cheer squad had been volun-told into helping out with The Sexy Suds Car Wash and as Caroline’s best friend, Bonnie had to pick up the slack when everyone else was goofing around. So here she was on a Saturday afternoon clad in a brown bikini top and white shorts, wiping down cars when she could’ve been at home. Or at Grams’.

           They were only a few hours in and it already felt like a long day. But, Bonnie thought idly, not a boring one. Lots of drama. For the first time in months, Elena actually looked good. And she looked good with Stefan. She smiled and laughed and engaged. All with Stefan. The Hot New Guy with the Romance Novel Stare that no one knew anything real about. That Bonnie still didn’t completely trust despite their get-to-know-you dinner a few nights before. There was something about him that went beyond brooding, beyond mystery to secrecy. Painful secrecy. The energy she got from him wasn’t bad exactly but it was dark and it scared her. And then there was Matt. Who couldn’t stop watching Elena and Stefan together, broken eyes and a wounded pout that saddened his face with each kiss, each giggle, each hug between them. Elena was her best friend but Bonnie had also known Matt since they were kids and seeing him hurt wasn’t easy.

“Uh uh, no,” she’d said when she’d caught him staring at them kissing by a car a few feet away. “None of that tortured, pining stuff.”  

           “I’m just observing.”

           “Mhmm.”

           Bonnie had caught Matt furtively glancing at them at least ten times since that conversation. Caroline was also acting … well, like Caroline but also decidedly not. She’d been oscillating between her normal neurosis and a frightened distraction that Bonnie had never seen before. It had been three days since Damon, Stefan’s brother, left town without a word and Caroline had been acting weirdly since, jumping at voices that weren’t there, doubling-down on her already heightened control-freak behaviour. It had caused Bonnie to be simultaneously exasperated and worried.      

And then there was Bonnie herself, silently breaking down, silently clinging on to whatever peace of mind she had left, silently but frantically questioning whether or not she was actually, literally going crazy. It was one of the reasons why she’d wanted to stay in today, why she’d been thinking about consulting with Grams. Things had been… happening around her, lately. Or, well, because of her. Like … the energies. Before the school year started, she didn’t know anything about energies. She didn’t know anything about them now. But she felt them. Could read them. Like how she could sense Stefan’s. Like how she was able to read Elena’s past. And then there was the incident with the candles at the Founder’s Party. She’d done it. She knew she’d done it. Lit the candle just by staring at it. Lighting all the other ones in the process. But that was magic. And magic didn’t exist. That was insane. Actually insane. But then … there was today. There was Tiki. She’d gotten on Bonnie’s nerves with her attitude, picking on those too timid to stand up for themselves, like that guy who brought his car to be washed. Bonnie wanted to humiliate Tiki the same way Tiki humiliated that guy and before she knew it the hose had gone haywire, soaking Tiki from head to toe so that Matt had to rush over and help her get it off. Bonnie didn’t know how but she knew she was responsible, she knew she caused the hose to gush out water

So now she was leaning against the hood a jeep, trying to stay calm and relaxed, trying to collect herself so that she could go throughout the day unbothered or at least seemingly without a care. It wasn’t the time to have a break down. Not at Caroline’s event. Not when Elena was finally starting to get her life back on track. Bonnie stared at nothing in particular taking deep breaths in and out when she heard her voice.

“Sweeper duty.

Bonnie snapped her head to the front and inwardly sighed at seeing Tiki in front of her. “What?” she said.

“You have to clean the pavement,” said Tiki, holding a broom in her hand.

Bonnie did not have the time for this. “It’s a car wash. By definition, the pavement is clean.”

“But not dry.”

Her vague irritation started souring to anger so that Bonnie felt her heartrate pick up, her skin burn with indignant rage. “And I’m doing this why?”

“Caroline bailed so that leaves me in charge.”

Tiki grinned as she walked away, handing Bonnie the broom. Bonnie swore beneath her breath and then looked dejectedly at the pavement. It was soaked with water. There was no possible way to get it dry with a broom. It was a fool’s errand. Which is exactly why Tiki gave it to her to do. Bonnie sighed, moving away from the jeep to start sweeping but as she stared at the wet pavement, she wondered … had she become too timid to stand up for herself? Did Tiki find her an easy target? Was she an easy target? The task was bullshit and she didn’t even want to be here in the first place and Caroline had bailed on her own event, an event that she dragged Bonnie to, and Elena was nowhere to be found and now Mega Bitch Tiki is giving her a damn broom to sweep up water at a car wash event that was supposed to go on for another two or three hours? This was how Bonnie had to spend her fucking Saturday?

And then the water ignited. Bonnie gasped at seeing the fire erupt but as the flames blazed a trail, she grinned at the power of it, at the power of herself, of what she could do. Savage delight seared deep in her gut as the fire began to engulf the blue car in front of her. People around her were screaming but she took no notice, vague echoes distant in her ears, the fire held all of her focus and the more destruction it caused, the more powerful she felt and it felt good to feel this powerful; it was a strange type of good, a reckless good, a potent good, almost … an erotic good.

Her name. “Bonnie?” She was being shaken. “Bonnie? Bonnie!”

That feeling. It stopped. Like she’d been doused in cold water. Abruptly, the fire disappeared, leaving the car intact and Bonnie turned swiftly around to see Stefan in front of her.           “Are you OK?” he asked.

“What just happened?”

“You were in some kind of trance.”

Bonnie snapped her head around back to the car and saw the smoke and the charred metal, the frightened expressions on everyone’s faces. Holy shit.

“Did I do this?” she asked Stefan.

He paused to look at the wreckage she caused. “I think so, yeah.”

Oh God, what had she done? “Nobody else saw, did they?” When Stefan shook his head, an inkling of relief blossomed in Bonnie’s chest but it did nothing to lessen the guilt and the fear that now wreaked havoc on her mind. She had to get the hell out of here. “Don’t tell anybody. Please.” She waited for Stefan to nod his head and then she turned around and ran. And kept running.

Bonnie hadn’t paid attention to the direction she’d chosen to go in, she only knew that she didn’t feel safe around people. No. She didn’t feel safe to be around. That was probably why her feet had taken her into the woods where no one would be this early in the day, when everyone who was anyone would be at the car wash. She’d ran for what felt like ten minutes before slowing down to catch her breath, bending over, hands on her knees.

And then she felt it.

Something strange. Almost feverish. She felt faint and wired at the same time, like every nerve in her body was sensitized, attuned to something or … someone. Her heartrate picked up like how it had done when she’d spoken to Tiki and she heard the reverberations of something, a clap? Was that clapping? Someone was here. Close to her. Bonnie spun around on the spot, searching for the mystery.

She’d found it.

A guy. Not much older than her if older than her at all. Tattered grey shirt, denim jacket fit snugly over broad shoulders, dark jeans. Tall. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Chiselled jaw. He clapped as he leaned casually against a tree, one foot cross over the other, a benign grin on his face. But Bonnie could sense there was nothing casual about this man at all; his eyes were sharp and mischievous and intent on her. He had an air of danger, true danger, about him, the kind of danger that was lethal, almost menacing and it … intrigued Bonnie. She held her breath with anxiety but not with fear, she was curious. Dangerously curious. Excited by his presence. He was calling to something in her that Bonnie couldn’t properly explain.

He stopped clapping. “That was quite a show.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The guy raised his eyebrows sceptically. “Lying is a sin, you know. Or so I’ve been told.”

Bonnie narrowed her eyes; he was a stranger and yet her irritation at his knowing tone felt familiar. So did the urge that tickled her, the urge to throw herself at him and attack him with force, with …

“I’m not lying. I don’t even know what this is about.”

“So you didn’t just set a car on fire?”

           Bonnie coughed derisively and rolled her eyes. “I don’t have any matches. How would I have set a car on fire?”

           He moved away from the tree and widened his eyes, waggling his fingers conspiratorially. “With your mind.”

           Bonnie swallowed hard but then forced herself to laugh. “You’re crazy,” she said.

           “Just observant.” Slowly, he began to walk toward her, a measured determination in his gait. “And I’ve been observing you, Bonnie Bennett.” The benign grin on his face had twisted itself into something more roguish and Bonnie felt something within her contract and then was immediately, inexplicably angry with herself.  

“You know my name? What are you, some of kind stalker?”

“That’s such an ugly word,” he said. “I’m simply interested.”

“In me,” said Bonnie.

He was only a few feet away from her now, hands in his pockets, a small smile on his face, smouldering concentration in his eye. “In everything about you.”

How was it possible for words to caress the skin? Bonnie flushed, suffocated with a discomfort that was intense but not unpleasant, that burned her with yearning.

He was dangerous. She knew it in her gut, he was dangerous. Strange men don’t approach you in the woods unless they’re dangerous. But … there was something dangerous going on within her too; something that matched the energy she got from him. What the hell was going on?

“If me knowing your name is what makes you uncomfortable, I can tell you mine,” he said. “It’s Malachai. Actually, no. That does sound like a stalker name, doesn’t it? You can just call me Kai.”

“OK,” said Bonnie.

Kai moved closer, closing the gap between them, circling her so that she felt the tension of a near-touch, of his body rotating around hers but she kept her head facing forward. She wouldn’t follow him with her eyes. She had the feeling it would satisfy him and she had the natural inclination to refuse him.

“Don’t you want to say my name?”

“Why would I?”

“So you can know how it feels on your tongue.”

That smugness. Bonnie groaned and then turned her head to the side so that she could hold her gaze, his face was closer to hers than she’d anticipated, his jaw clenched, his gaze holding hers. Infinitesimally, Bonnie parted her lips. “Kai.” He closed his eyes, a small sigh escaping his mouth, and she caught her breath as the name sent shivers through her.

What. Was. Happening?

           “Who the hell are you, Kai?”

           He moaned, his eyes still closed. “It certainly feels good. Hearing my name on your lips.”

           Bonnie shook her head, putting her hands on the back of her neck. “This is seriously creepy.”

           “And yet you’re not creeped out,” said Kai. He started circling her again. “You know who I am, or what I am. You knew it from the moment you saw me.”

           “Can you stop speaking in riddles and just spit it out?”

           “Trust your instincts, Bonnie. Trust what you feel.”

           “What I feel is like slapping you,” said Bonnie harshly.

           Kai chuckled. “That’s a feeling you’re going to have to curb for now.”

           Swiftly, Bonnie turned to strike him but Kai caught her by the wrist, their bodies crashing into each other so that their noses touched. “There’ll be time for this later,” he said.

           Bonnie growled in frustration and pushed him away so that he staggered back. He laughed. “You like this feeling. Don’t you? Like the feeling at the car wash.”

           “Nothing happened at the stupid car wash.”

           “That anger. It’s what gives you power. That power is what gives you joy. That wild, ferocious, fucking amazing joy. You keep running from it. Shrinking yourself to lighting candles, why light candles, when you can ignite the world? Have everyone at your mercy.”

           “You sound legitimately insane. Like you need professional help insane. Who are you?”

           “A witch. Just like you,” said Kai. “Well no, not exactly like you. There’s no one like you. Not even another Bennett witch.”

           “I’m not —”

           “Don’t,” said Kai, walking up to her again, close enough so that Bonnie felt his breath on her ear. Instinctively, she licked her lips and pressed them together. “Don’t run from this feeling. You’re a—”

           Bonnie snapped her head toward him. “I’m not a witch!” Kai was thrown back against one of the trees, his hands pinned beside him so that he was splayed, spread-eagled against the trunk.

           “Well now, you’ve got me at your mercy. What do you plan on doing with me?”