#i feel so bad because like a year ago i accidentally she'd a he/him person that i interacted with for the first time in vc

[succubi-tch]

Idk (<-i do know; I know people get pissed at y'all for correcting them) how trans people do not go bonkers apeshit bananas when they get misgendered because every time somebody "he"s me on discord I feel like fucking throwing up

[songmingisthighs]

Feelings, Feelings

group : ateez

pairing : wooyoung × reader (platonic)

genre : oneshot, hurt/comfort

wc : 1.4 k

warning : shitty friends lmao

a/n : requested by anon

buy me coffee ?

You were not in the best mood and it showed.

The people who woukd usually greet and talk to you seem to avoid you because you looked like you didn't want to be bothered. If the look on your face didn't give it away, your hastened pace and rigid body language absolutely did.

See, you weren't having a bad day. You were actually on the verge of an emotional breakdown. It all started about a week ago when your group of friends talked about going for a night out, bar hopping or clubbing or something and they talked over you completely. One person actually had the decency to ask your opinion directly while the others only said things like 'oh she wouldn't like that' 'that's so not (y/n)' 'she'd just be in the corner being a bummer' and more. While you do realize they were just joking around and trying to be funny, it hurt you that they'd just talk FOR you. Sure, you really didn't like their plans but it HAD been a while since all of you met up and hung out.

So imagine your surprise to see your friends posting a picture of their drinks on their social media accounts.

You stood frozen in the middle of the grocery store when you saw one of their Instagram stories and you even had to sit in a corner as you scroll through your group chat that had been practically dead for 2 days, wanting to see if you missed any updates because as far as you know, they were only talking about a plan and not making actual plans. Now you know why those bitches were so fucking silent.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't 703," Wooyoung called, snickering to himself as he sidled up next to you who was waiting for the elevator. Usually, you wouldn't mind the younger guy because you had been used to his voice. How can you not? The first day you saw him was when he moved in for college. You had just finished your first week of internship and he had accidentally bumped into you. Literally, he dropped a thermos on your foot which prompted you to cry in front of a very confused and panicked 17 year old Wooyoung. Though he was unsure, he sat his boxes aside and just sat there while listening to you rant about how he shouldn't grow up, get out of college, and just go back to his parents' house because working and being independent was so overrated. Rather than focusing on how you were spewing your guts to a complete stranger, Wooyoung was more focused on why a 20 year old sounded like she had gone through 4 divorces and a public scandal.

It was odd how you were able to be vulnerable with him and it was even more odd to find him in front of your door that night with two packs of ramyeon and a huge grin on his face. He confessed he had bothered approximately every apartment on floors 1-6 and half of floor 7 looking for you because he wanted to make sure you were okay. You should've been embarrassed that a guy who's practically a child had to come and comfort you but you didn't. He made you feel comfortable.

Unlike now.

"Go away Wooyoung, I'm not in the mood," you sighed, shifting the grocery bags in your hands slightly. Wooyoung didn't listen, however, instead, he leaned his shoulder on the wall and ducked his head to meet your eyes which you avoided, "I thought you would've been busy with your friends tonight or something. I had to rethink of a new plan to make a move on you!" He teased.

The mention of your friends and hanging out, your blood boiled and your grip on the grocery bags tightened. "Wooyoung," you warned, jaw tightening as you felt your eyeballs burn. "I'm just saying, I thought my sexy little noona would've been out and about," he grinned innocently (despite the words he used).

You dropped your grocery bags and turned around, making way to the stairs. "Whoah, wait!" Wooyoung grabbed your hand and turned you around, "What's wrong?" He said with furrowed eyebrows, genuinely confused as to why you acted that way. He was even more confused when you yanked your hand off his grip and saw tears welling in your eyes.

"You can seriously shove whatever it is you think of me down your throat, Wooyoung," was all you said before you trodded upstairs to your floor.

It was a mistake for you to do that because once you finally made it, you were panting and the blurriness in your eyes was not only caused by your tears but also from the exercise. So you weren't sure if the sight of Wooyoung in front of your apartment was real or a hallucination. He even had your groceries in his hands.

"Go home, Woo," you sighed, sniffling as you fumble for your keys in your bag. This time he wasn't as vocal, only shrugging until you opened your door and slipped in together with you despite your clear expression of annoyance but you still let him in. You both were silent as you removed your shoes and settled your things, Wooyoung helping put things away which was how he noticed you buying your favourite cereal and milk, a comfort "dinner" for whenever you felt like your life was on the verge of tipping into pure chaos and you just don't have any time and energy to give a fuck about crap like dinner. "I'm not going to entertain you, Woo," you stated, voice cracking slightly as tears welled up in your eyes again all the while you tried to busy yourself by putting things away.

You hadn't noticed it initially but when you turned to kick him out again, you saw him with a bowl of your cereal and a soft smile on his face. "If what you need is me out, then I will go but not until I see you eat," he stated, putting the bowl on your counter and sauntering over to pull you so he could sit you down to eat.

In your head, you knew how ashamed you were for needing Wooyoung who's around 3 years younger than you to take care of you. But it felt nice to be tended to for once. Amongst your friends who were around the same age as or older than you, you were always expected to keep things together because they don't really have the time or energy to deal with what they labelled as "personal bullshit". Or maybe they're just a bunch of bitches dressed in fake prada and cheap jewellery that were slowly turning green with each wear. Wooyoung had once expressed how he doesn't like your friends because of what they were saying about you to your face even in front of him who was a stranger to them but they didn't seem to care. Heck, they seem to enjoy being annoying, catty bitches.

Thinking that you weren't going to eat in front of him, Wooyoung smiled and squeezed your hand once before turning to leave but this time, you stopped him. You grabbed him by the arm and with quivering lips, you looked up at him, "D-do you think y-you can accompany me eat on the couch? I-I think I'm gonna need company," you asked.

Without hesitation, Wooyoung nodded and pulled you into a gentle and warm hug. "Can this 'company' include watching A Man Called Otto? Because San watched it without me and he cried so I wanted to know if the movie was really THAT sad or if he was just being a bitch," he pulled away just as he heard you chuckling and felt you nodding, "Only if you have a bowl of cereal with me."

As you watched Wooyoung busy himself with getting his own bowl of cereal and making both of you comfortable on your couch, you realized that it was stupid of you to have been upset to be left behind by your supposed friends. Sure, it sucks to be singled out and heard how your friends make you sound so lame. But honestly? Being in your own home with Wooyoung loudly commenting about the movies as you spoon cereal and milk into your mouth, you wouldn't have it any other way.

network :

@cultofdionysusnet @sandsofire @kflixnet @pirateeznet

taglist :

@kodzukein @phenomenalgirl9 @skzatzloveismonsterous @memorymonster @surveilenceysystem @dreamlesswonder86 @maddiebabyxoxo @imababywolf @do-you-actually-care @marievllr-abg @ilsedingsx @wasteitonserendipity @bbymatz @noonaishere @honeyhwaaa @ateezourstars @yoonjunshi @yoongiigolden @camillelafaye @charreddonuts @kpopnightingale @starryunho @atinct @mirror-juliet @hyuckilstan @jayb17 @kpoplover718 @haatohwa @x-bluee @erinaimeexx @blackb3ll @mingiholic @angelicyeo @vampcharxter @meowmeowminnie @marvelous-llama @kawennote09 @hongjoong-lovebot @stopeatread @spooo00oky @jwnghyuns @cutie-wooyo @asjkdk @shinotani @aestheticsluut @mingiberrii

@chloepurpy

[zoya-withthepoodlesalready]

A fun cut scene from my java junkie fic on AO3, accidentally (how'd we go from friends to this?)

Lorelai's eyes well with tears, and her dream from months ago flies into her head with a surprising amount of force. She and Luke, in a kitchen together, with Rory and another kid on the way. It actually almost scares her now, how beautiful that dream feels. She can't feel that way about Luke, he's her best friend, the person who's saved her life in a million little ways. She'd ruin things if she tried to be with him like that.

"Are you alright?" Luke asks worriedly, kneeling beside the bed. "Do you need one of the nurses? I can get you more ice chips if you want to throw them again. Or-"

She shakes her head, afraid to speak.

But fear loosens her throat, makes her words spill out before she can even try to stop them. "I'm sorry for making you do all this stuff for me and making you think you had to drop everything to be here for me. Please tell me you were dating or something while I wasn't there, because I can't stand the thought of ruining your life and-"

"Lorelai." Luke puts his hand on top of hers, so that little Rory's leg is now covered. His voice is firm and when his other hand brushes back hair from her damp forehead, she almost sobs again. "Before I met you, I was living like a hermit above my diner. I mean, how many twenty year old hermits do you know?"

Sniffing, Lorelai answers with the ghost of a smile, "Just you."

He shrugs as if he's grown accustomed to this. "Exactly. I was lonely, you know? And don't get me wrong, for the most part I was okay with that because I think most people are stupid. But…" his gaze drops to Rory, snug against Lorelai's chest, like he can't look at her for this. "But then I met you. And sure, you talk more than everyone I know combined and your obsession with coffee is just ridiculous. But… you reminded me that… not all people are bad, I guess."

From Luke Danes, this is practically a declaration of love. Lorelai glances down at Rory too, watches her tiny chest move up and down as she breathes. This is Luke, she mentally tells her daughter. This is the most important person in the world to me and I know you're gonna love him.

Luke is still looking at Rory, awe in his eyes. Lorelai presses her lips against his cheek, soft as a butterfly. She watches his gaze flicker back to her, a grin appearing for a beautiful moment. "I think you're a great guy, Luke Danes," she says softly.

He lifts a shoulder again. Shrugging, combined with a hesitant flush of his cheeks, seems to be his way of combating emotion. "You're not too bad yourself," he teases.

[rvnwtch]

hope work was ok! i'd love to know if you have any headcanons about how the ravenwatch became vampires and/or how verandis found them?

Thanks it was kinda stressful but it's over now! :D

I'm excited for this ask! Such good questions

I think for Fennorian his is the hardest. I've had the most time to ruminate on his backstory (because of all the writing and stuff) and I typically HC him as coming from a rich noble family somewhere in Summerset. I also get the vibe that he didn't have a good family life prior to the Ravenwatch. With how quickly he's able to brush off acts of kindness or compliments towards himself... I think even if he was just a super sensitive person, he leans into the "People don't like me BECAUSE I'm a vampire" crutch just way too easily for it to be the whole story.

I think it's the justification he's been mentally searching for for years. He doesn't understand when Lyris and the Vestige risked their lives for him and again, something about the tone of that part of the game just makes me think he didn't have many friends and that his family was hard on him, picking him apart often.

Now the complicated part. I feel like maybe Fennorian did something his parents didn't like (Probably that he liked alchemy before he was even turned, and just hid it because his parents didn't approve since it wasn't related to the family business and he was the sole heir, and they found out one day or something) and kicked him out of the house because they were so mad at him. Now, they fully intended to go get him once he'd "learned his lesson," but by then, a vampire's already found and bit him.

I really like the idea that Verandis is somehow distantly related to him, so I feel like Verandis could have been near by when it happened. Maybe Verandis even saw it happen? (If you really wanted to make things interesting!) But I like tragic stories, so I think Fennorian spent a week or two out accidentally terrorizing the countryside, and maybe THAT is why he is so instant on staying away when he needs a little blood.

For Gwendis I feel like her turning was by complete accident and a stroke of bad luck. (Not that the others weren't, but you'll see what I mean.) I feel like she came from a pretty average family, with the way she acts she either was an only child or always a middle child like she is now. I think she was out one night with her family and they got preyed on by some vampires. The tragic idea is maybe she was the only one to survive, but I HC that she was the only one attacked (for whatever reason). Gwendis gives off "Best Friend" vibes. Just her way of talking is very conversational and draws you to her. So she either was a really lonely child, or definitely a middle child with siblings to spend all of her time with.

I don't know why but I feel like Verandis found Gwendis soon after she'd been turned. She was either dying when he found her and nursed her back to health, or he found her wandering the woods confused and scared and above all else angry. Gwendis has always been a smartass, but she's also always been regular old "street"-smart. So when a handsome older vampire approaches her offering respite, she doesn't take the "bait." It takes some convincing, but eventually she sees she can trust him, and before she knows it, Gwendis is loyal to a fault.

Adusa has a rep for being a bit of a "rebel." Or at least we learn so during the By Love Betrayed quest when talking to Freyleth. She says, "Suffice it to say, Adusa and I ran together a long time ago. Before she traded her claws for the life of a noble." Then a little while later she says, "I found Adusa right after her change. She was young and wild. We hunted. We killed. We drank our fill and then drank some more. But she had a streak of virtue I could never wipe out."

So I think that Adusa already was a bit of a wild child and got into some bad stuff on her own. Maybe she had a group of bad influenced friends. She probably didn't mind petty crime, I'm thinking like trespassing and pickpocketing. So when she was turned, Adusa was already used to just doing what she felt drawn too. Maybe it was harder for her to curve the cravings and so she just did what she wanted, always feeling bad about it afterward though. Especially the longer it went on.

I like to think maybe one night out with Freyleth they got into some pretty big trouble and Verandis was in town. He'd probably heard about some vampires picking people off in big numbers. And when he preached another way to live to Adusa, she jumped at the chance, unable to believe there was a better way. But by then the guilt was so big, she had to risk it. (Besides, she knew she was tough, and believed that she would make it out if things went South.) I think she does what she does now to make up for the things she did when she was younger, especially when she was first turned.

*Quotes totally taken from the UESP. (Such a helpful guide!)

[marchioness-caprina]

You Like Me Not?

Pairings : Takami Keigo (Hawks) x Reader

Writing Style : 3rd Person

Warnings : Mild Cussing

Word Count 3290

3rd Person's POV

" Hawks. I'll ask you Nicely ok? Can you Please Please keep your distance from That New hero in your agency? That Foxy bimbo bitch what's her name again? " Y/n ranted narrowing her eyes towards Keigo who was casually lounging down on the couch with an amused look on his face.

" Now now Little Dove, I can't avoid her if you don't even know her name. But if I must say it then... Hmm" Keigo's eyes gleamed mischievously at the female in front of him as he uttered a word that made y/n go red with anger .

" Enchantress? "

" Keigo. " Y/n gave him a stern look and he just laughed at her face like it was a joke.

" Listen Kid. Looks like you gotta have another reality check. I can't avoid her because.... " Keigo paused his eyes never leaving y/n's angered face.

" Because? " Y/n growled impatiently as she crossed her arms.

" 1. We're Not even dating but here you are acting like you're MY girlfriend when you're clearly you're.... Not. " Keigo chuckled and y/n who knew that it was a fact flinched; feeling as if a million bricks were dropped on top of her head. The way he said it was like a harsh blow to the gut but she kept her usual strong expression.

" 2. We're working under the same agency so getting paired up with her isn't avoidable... Plus as her hero name states... She is enchanting " Keigo's smirk only grew as y/n's face became flushed with anger. Her eyes burning up dangerously as she gave a venomous glare at Keigo.

" And last but not the least... 3. I'm not interested in a first year kid. So chances of the two of us of ever dating is a Big fat No. Plus I think Enchantress is a lot more prettier than the average and if you ask me... I'd go after adults like her than Kids like you so stop acting like we're---" Although Keigo's Tone was indeed playful and the smirk on his face made it even more clearer. His words stung like hell.

Y/n who was visiting their agency and went straight up to his office to complain had taken in the harsh damages and blows. Yes she may be a first year brat in U.A but was it really terrible to love someone older than her by a few years?.

Apparently she was a little naive in terms of love so when Keigo saved her when she was still in middle school she fell in love. Who wouldn't? He's got undeniable charms, a pretty face , a well sculptured figure but most of all. He made her feel safe and protected, setting she never felt before so when she finally began studying in U.A she decided to pursue Hawks so it was very common for her to come by the agency. Almost everyone knows who she is by now.

So this was the usual; but it was the first time she walked out on Keigo who was still Talking.

Because it was honestly too much. After she confessed to him and started pursuing him, Keigo decided to be a Jerk and gave her a very hard time. When she'd come over to give him lunch he'd purposely fly away and call her to deliver it to a specific place but when she gets there he calls her again to either say that she was taking too long and left or he had 'accidentally' gave the wrong address and he needs her to send it on this one instead.

And he keeps doing that everytime. He even went as far as to go to another town to have her chasing him like a madman. Yet her determination never faltered. Something Hawks had came to acknowledge her for.

He sends her on wild goose chases and one time he gave her 3 wrong addresses even though he was only sitting in his office the whole time.

And if people think his wings are sharp then his words are sharper. He may be sweet to the media or the other people outside but when talking to her, his words are venomous, sarcastic, and over all it's just rude and pretty painful to hear.

How y/n had managed to stand strong until now was a mystery and everyone in the agency had grew to respect her for this but also carrying a little hatred for Hawks who purposely plays with her.

Keigo who was left in his office was speechless, he blinked a few times and even pinched himself to see if he was dreaming and when he found out that he wasn't he gave out a sigh.

It was quiet, far too quiet. His mind drifted off to y/n who had stormed out of his office awhile ago. Yes he was very much aware of the cruel treatment he was giving her but that's only because he wanted to see how persistent this girl was with her love for him, he thought she'd give up within the second time but when she never did he grew even more intrested and began testing her a lot more than intended and when he found out that her affection for him was too strong.

He didn't know what to do and began running away like a coward. It was wrong in so many levels. She was younger than him not to mention she's still studying in U.A, His job isn't necessarily designed to have a normal life and finding love and making a family IS normal, and he might die one day and he didn't want her to carry the burden of losing him so it's better to make her hate him.

But boy was he wrong when she kept coming back stronger than before. She was already forcing her way in his heart that he became distressed with his emotions.

And poof, he suddenly realized that he loved her back.

Something about her allured him to no ends and curse his animalistic instincts when it comes to mates because as much as he hates to admit it, he had already acknowledged her as a Mate. HIS mate. He can't help but be greedy and possessive of her, and the the mighty knows how many nights he had to lock himself in, restrain himself while his self control was being brutally tested on ; because with one wrong move he may have already infiltrated U.A causing a security distress, Crashed inside her dorm room , fucking bred her like a feral animal and claimed her like the pretty little mate she was.

Everytime he sees her, his control weakens and he had to hit himself and punch his face multiple times literally to remind himself that she was still a goddamn minor and he can't have his way with her yet.

She's not making it any easier for him so he developed a bad habit of taking it out on her because if his words can't do the talking then he might as well jump her bones and have her screaming his name.

Keigo groaned as he planted his palm on his forehead.

He was beginning to feel anxious. Like something bad was about to happen; something he didn't like at all.

He turned on the T.V and started reading through a few papers works but he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

He jumped out the window and began feverishly looking for the h/c haired girl.

" Fuck me and my Fucking Hormones... God.... Kid what have you done to me? " He mumbled but it came out as a growl instead. He was agitated, frantic and nervous, he couldn't get her out of his head even if he'd hit his head on a fucking billboard.

His eyes darting to every direction he knew she would take to get here. As creepy as it may sound but he knows every single route she'd take to get to his agency including the transportation she'd take to get there every time.

After some time he finally spotted her after dashing and flying at jet speed throughout the city like a mentally deranged patient he had finally spotted her .

A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he tried to regain his cool.

" Hey Kid" He yelled out once he was near enough and he got no answer.

Y/n had purposely ignored him. His words still rang inside her head and everytime she remembered. It made her heart clench in pain.

And when she heard her name being called out by the said Male . She wanted to turn around. hell she even wanted to run to him like a love sick little puppy but she can't let him see that she was crying.

So she ignored him and began walking at a faster pace.

" Oohh~ playing hard to get now aren't we? You know you gotta try harder. A little silent treatment isn't going to have me falling for you ya know" keigo casually stated with a hint of playfulness but he knew any better; he was desperate to have her attention back to him.

God, what did he do? Did she finally wake up and decided that she was sick of his bullshit treatment? Shit now what?.

After minutes of no answer Keigo began to feel frustrated and without thinking he landed behind her and grabbed her by the shoulder. only to whirl her around to face him.

" Kid---"

Keigo froze after seeing here blood shot eyes and tear stained cheeks.

He did it this time and he felt like a full blown jerk for doing this... For hurting her.

Y/n avoided any form of eye contact and placed her eyes on anywhere but him, lips quivering in a mixture of anger and sadness. She looked like a mess.

But Keigo thought otherwise though, he felt so sick of himself. The face she was making, teary eyes, flushed cheeks, quivering lips. It had disgustingly turned him on even though the situation screamed otherwise. His thoughts began to drift into the dirtiest part of his mind wondering if this face would be the reward he'd get if he'd have her under him, sprawled all over his sheets, sweaty and needy for him while crying-- no begging for him to give her more while he rearranged her guts. Damn he really was Messed up in every possible way.

He wanted to slap himself for thinking that way but a part of him couldn't blame himself because ever since she started coming over he had been so pent up it was a miracle he hadn't fucked her on the spot. And he didn't even have the guts to fuck another woman because he already acknowledged her as a mate; HIS mate.

He swallowed hard before forcing himself to speak.

" What's this? Now you're giving me a Sad and Pity worthy face? If you're making me feel guilty then it's working. I didn't think you'd stoop this low th---"

" Takami leave me alone. I don't want to see you right now, if you came here to insult me even further then just Go. " Y/n cut him off, she was unable to bring herself from listening to another one of his remarkable insults again when the wound was still fresh.

Keigo paused as his once playful stare began to change into a more intimidating and stern look.

' Leave you Alone? After what you've done to me? Oh~ what a naughty baby bird... No Never.... I'll keep this in mind when I finally claim you, I'll punish you for ever thinking of leaving' those thoughts circulated through Keigo's head as he silently stood there. Staring at her.

Y/n who was unable to handle the pressure tried to yank herself away from his hold but he had a grisly grip on her shoulders and his gaze managed to intimidate her enough to stop moving.

" Listen.... Y/n---"

" Senior Hawks! " Keigo was cut off from speaking and to top it all up he was taken by surprise and his reflexes kicked in; pushing y/n away quite harshly.

Their gazes were flung to the left where Enchantress, the new Hero in their agency was running towards them with a devious smile.

Keigo groaned and y/n rolled her eyes after seeing the pink haired female make her way towards them.

" Hey " Keigo muttered but again; he was caught by surprise when Enchantress had wrapped her arms around his while smiling proudly at y/n.

" Who's This Senior? " She asked pointing at y/n but the look on her face made it obvious that she already knew who y/n was.

" She's y/n...a fan" Keigo's persona shifted in a heartbeat and was now wearing his natural and charming smile.

" Oh? She's a Fan? Well nice to meet you. I'm the new Hero Enchantress, Say... You have a pretty face " Enchantress smirked making y/n fight back a scowl.

" Thanks " As much as y/n wanted to drop all the pleasantries and Immediately move to the part where she's ripping of Enchantress's left boob.... She can't.

So she decided to keep it neutral and gave Enchantress a small nod and a smile.

" You have a pretty face... But... Senior if you were given a chance to pick, which one of us would you choose? I wonder" Enchantress cheered innocently but her question got Hawks cornered.

She was doing this on purpose; placing him in a situation where he'd most likely fuck up and judging by the looks the two females were giving him... He can't smooth talk his way outta this. Not this time.

" Of course.... I'd pick you-- " Keigo's eyes we're settled on y/n but he pulled his gaze away from her and towards enchantress. " Enchantress" Keigo finished and The look of triumph on The pink haired female's face was floor-bash worthy.

Y/n stood in place, for a moment there she had her hopes up. Keigo was cruel enough to pull that stunt on her; giving her false hope only to bring her down and rub it in her face.

" Or course you'd pick me, miss y/n is still a kid and she's... Take no Offense in this miss y/n but Senior Hawks is a bit... Hmmm... Out of your league?" Enchantress smirk grew wider and Hawks who was already lying through his teeth was still fighting his Pride for dominance.

With a sharp glare sent towards Enchantress who didn't seem to notice only scooted closer towards him.

" Oh, Really? Ok then "

Keigo blinked at how nonchalant and uncaring y/n's reply was. He was genuinely expecting her to explode like usual but this time it's different.

Y/n was fighting back the new batch of tears, heartbreak was a real pain in the ass. Couldn't he just put her down slowly? Why is he taking pleasure in hurting her this way? Now he's rubbing salt onto the wound.

In which area did she lack in? Her face? Body? Skill? Intelligence? Now that she thought about it, Enchantress tray lived up to her Hero name. She was perfect in every angle.... Perfect for Hawks. Enchantress had a nice body, a seductive face and y/n heard of the achievements done by the Female Hero.

She can't beat her even if she tried. She's mentally, physically and emotionally drained to even give a reaction. She'd just get hurt even more.

Maybe this is a sign.

For her to finally give up, move on, shift her focus and concentration to something more beneficial.

This was hopeless and all she ever got was pain. She's not a masochist who yearns for the continuous and brutal impact of emotional pain. Heck even masochists needs a little love too.

She's tired and y/n knows better than to put herself down with her own insecurities. So she needed to make a move fast because she'll only get hurt again.

It's wise to forget him.

With a deep breath she pulled out a strong front with a genuine smile on her face as she gazed at Keigo and Enchantress.

Keigo wore an anxious look while Enchantress held a surprised expression.

" Well, you two do look compatible and you're right he is out of my league.... That's why I'll look for someone else within my reach. He's not the only fish in the pond.... I'm sure I'm holding you guys back.. Carry on with your hero duties, I'll go back now Bye~" Y/n turned around and gave them a wave before skipping away from the two.

Her tone along with her smile looked far too cheerful that it scared Hawks.

Did she just say she'd look for Someone Else?, she had the guts to say that right in front of him?.

He balled his hand into a fist, and for the first time in his life he had never felt this scared to lose someone. He was breathing heavily while throwing a mental tantrum.

" You know.... I thought you'd finally stop that bad habit of yours Hawks.... I learned from the rumors and wanted to see for myself and probably give you a hand to confess to her but now that I've witnessed it, You really are a Fucktard" Enchantress shook her head as she crossed her arms gazing at Hawks with disappointment.

" Fuck off. This was your fault to Begin with. It's not as easy as you think"

" Really? You're blaming me for all the fuck ups you're responsible for? A girl's heart is fragile Hawks... I didn't live for a hundred years buried in the shelter of naivety. Her love was true and I think you just lost your chances.... If you wanna fix it. Fix it fast because once a girl has enough, she'll leave you like you're worth nothing. "

" I... I know I fucked up but your meddling wasn't necessary "

" Really? I was getting tired of watching you hurt her. I'm a woman too and I don't appreciate seeing other men hurt a woman who clearly loves them.... I did her a favor by giving her the ultimatum to let go... Looks like she took it in the end " Enchantress chuckled while Hawks stood there, his demeanor turning darker by the passing second.

" You're saying it's better that she leave me? " Keigo muttered Darkly , a dangerous look in his eyes began to resurface.

Enchantress kept a calm expression and nodded her head.

" You're Toxic Hawks. And it's better for her to leave you than seeing her get hurt over and over again... I've been in that stage before... And it hurts more than any injury I've suffered... "

" Since you're so knowledgeable about this then why not tell me how to fix it? Before I decide to go rogue and slit your throat" keigo threatened as he plucked out a feather which turned rudged and sharp; pointing it at Enchantress .

" Hmm... You seem to Love her judging by how strongly you reacted ... But you're worst than shit in showing it... But here's a tip . If you wanna fix it then fix yourself first. Learn how to treat a woman you like as if she's greater than a queen and remember that I'm not the one who hurt her...it was you." With those words being uttered Enchantress disappeared in a puff of smoke.

........ To be continued

[lightstar789]

My Final Thoughts on My Deepest Secret

SPOILER WARNING FOR SEASON 3!

Well folks. We did it, we've reached the end, and I couldn't be anymore sadder.

I first discovered MDS when the season 2 finale banner went up. I clicked on it, expecting a melodramatic love triangle. However, when I clicked on episode 69 (bad move, I know now) I was shocked to see the black-haired boy, whom I thought was the second-lead, on the ground with a bloody arm, calling out Emma for committing a series of gruesome events. Emma, the innocent-looking protagonist suddenly threatening him with a knife? I couldn't believe it. And so I started reading.

Fast-forward nearly a year later, and it's time to bid farewell to this magnificent WEBTOON. So, I wanted to write my final thoughts on each of the characters, and the plot itself. Obvious spoilers ahead, so let's jump right into it!

THE PLOT:

My Deepest Secret drowns in twists, each one making the story more convoluted as I continued reading. Emma going from bubbly, with a mysterious past, to a broken young woman who just wants those around her to stop worrying about her and be happy. Elios going from charming, to a yandere, to not even being real in the first place, to being killed by Emma, to having him miraculously survive, to be the son of Mr. Oscar. Sophie turning into a backstabbing betrayer, to Yohan abandoning his morals in the pursuit of love, and Hana being a decent person underneath it all.

While some were good, some of these twists weren't executed well, and were inherently problematic from the presentation (looking at you, DID fakeout and Yohan throwing his morals away for Emma twists). I still held out to the end to see a resolution and hoped that the DID storyline was a hoax. Luckily, Emma clarified what she really suffered from, that being hallucinations and hearing voices, and I blew a sigh of relief.

THE CHARACTERS:

Emma Brenton: Let's start with our main protagonist with a mysterious past. Sweet, empathetic, and courageous, she was loveable in every single way. Though she was witless to "Elios'" doings, she still made a wonderful protagonist. However, things take a turn by the third season. After regaining her memories, she becomes heavy with guilt, and her personality becomes a lot more mature, still wanting to do what was right in the end and turning herself into the police, after it was revealed that she was behind most of the series' main conflicts. At the end of the day, I still love Emma, and I hope she's doing better in rehab.

Yohan Lee: One of my favorite fictional detectives ever! Charismatic, funny, but also incredibly sharp and intelligent, he instantly became my favorite character. I was literally rooting for him along with others for him to end up with Emma at the end. At least, until the third season. Hoo boy. He goes from being law-abiding and kind to becoming a rebel to the system, choosing to protect Emma from the law, against his own original morals. The twist came out of left field, and after finding out how he used Sophie as bait, it really left a sour taste in my mouth. I know one of the main themes of this webcomic is that 'not everyone's as they seem,' but the justice-seeking kid turning morally gray isn't something I was a fan of. Regardless, he's still an amazing and funny character, and he's still one of my favorites.

Elios Dunsworth: Where do I even begin? I went from hating him, absolutely detesting him, mind-boggled by how kind he actually is, and felt empathy towards him. Yandere!Elios was manipulative, mean, and a full on sociopath. This belief carried on for so long before it was revealed in episode 69 that Emma stabbed him a year ago, and has been hallucinating him out of guilt ever since, prompting her to 'become' Elios to subside those feelings. I immediately loved the real Elios, which we got to see during flashbacks to Emma's past, and the three-part "Elios" arc. He was putting on this perfect mask so as to not disappoint others around him, and seeing Farah gradually help him take it off was one of the sweetest things to ever happen in this comic. Elios becoming my favorite character by the end of the series is a sentence I would've never seen myself saying a year ago, but it's true!

Hanamika: I was hoping that Hana wasn't really romantically involved with the professor and didn't frame the trio for cheating, and boy was I relieved. Authors. This is how to write a best friend character. She's blunt, yet incredibly compassionate towards her friends. I smiled when she talked Yohan out of committing suicide, knowing full well it would've worked, because it was her. She's the no-nonsense, loyal, and caring BFF that Yohan definitely needed, and I think they make a fine pair (platonically)!

Sophie McCarthy: As soon as she appeared, I knew she was going to do something bad. And I was right. She put herself down an unhealthy amount, to the point that I started to cast suspicions on her. Enter season 2, where she accidentally pushes Emma into a river, and doesn't think of telling anyone else. I pity her, because she got the short end of the stick, having been bullied, used as bait by Yohan, stabbed, knocked unconscious and entering a coma, but she still did those things to Emma and never apologized. I don't exactly hate her, but don't like her at the same time.

Farah: Literally the sweetest girlfriend anyone could ask for. No wonder Emma was jealous. She helped Elios take of his mask and remained patient for him, even though she knew it'd take a long time. She's so sweet that she still managed to feel pity for Emma when she was holding her at knifepoint. Thank god she wasn't run over by that car and was able to get help for Elios.

Nura Kim: A complete foil to Hana, Nura is the stereotypical sassy best friend trope that I have come to hate, but with a twist. She's actually concerned for Emma's well-being, convincing her to report her sexual assault case to the police, and is insanely protective of the main trio. She's extremely violent, and has literally chased and beat up Yohan once he was accused of calling Emma fat (he didn't). She also has threatened to kill the professor who assaulted Emma. While I was sure that at one point, she'd actually commit a crime, luckily, she didn't. I was pretty surprised she got engaged to Jamie of all people though, but they have an interesting dynamic. Never change Nura, never change.

Overall, that's all I have to say about the WEBTOON. Full of engaging and funny characters, yet with a morbid plot, My Deepest Secret does a good job with balancing the dark with the light. I'm sad to see this one come to an end, and I hope that Hanza Art will create many more in the future. I wish them the best of luck in the future, and hope that people remember this comic for many years to come. Goodbye, My Deepest Secret, and thank you.

[ohhoneato]

In order to speak of most anyone else, I must introduce, The Enchantress.

This is Rose Candit.

And she has been alive for millions of years.

Rose started out discriminated against, as someone from a family that openly used magic in the time period she was born into, it was only natural. She had 4 siblings, each with their own distinct power, but Rose was the most powerful.

As she grew up, she began hiding her powers to meet with a human, whom she'd fallen deeply in love with. He loved her back and they spent plenty of time together. Then one day, she accidentally used her magic in front of him. She couldn't quite remember what she'd done, but it was something small like growing a flower or picking something up.

The human grew furious that she'd kept this from him and attempted to kill her. He was unsuccessful, though at that point she would have gladly died for him.

She kept trying to speak with him, to get him to understand, to no avail. As they grew older, he married a human girl, but not before killing all of her siblings in cold blood. He hunted them down, whether for sport or revenge she never knew. But that pulled her out of her lovestruck daze. She found each of her siblings and pulled each their souls into an artifact of their own, a jewel that matched their personalities. These gems were eventually considered ancient artifacts that were frequently sought after for their power.

She traveled through the world to different places, fighting everywhere that she was needed for others. She wandered for years before she considered, perhaps she could change this, the fighting and hatred. She began growing her own resistance, not made of those who were able to sustain their age infinitely like her, but normal magic uses. Witches and warlocks as ordinary as could be. All driven from their homes with their families killed in vain.

She recruited a man named Nero Roamer, who was from a long line of assassins. He was kicked out of his family for attacking the head of the house, his mother, and wanted to make a new life for himself fighting for the good of others.

The two of them traveled for a long time, recruiting others for their cause.

Rose wasn't perfect. Her time among humans made her bitter. She began taking slaves from the humans, usually those less headstrong and willing to work for her. Perhaps they looked up to those with magic or they could be children, who could be influenced. They were considered slaves because she didn't pay them. She didn't truly kidnap any of them, most willingly came with her after she offered. The work was hard, but everyone believed in what they were doing. She pretended to be indifferent to the humans, but those who knew her knew she thought of them fondly.

Nero eventually was found by a brother, named Polo. Polo was young when he found them, at only 15, but he was already a fully train assassin. Nero loved his brother immensely. And he sacrificed himself for him. After a few years of consideration, Polo would join the resistance.

After traveling for a year or two more, Rose met another traveler. He was one hundred or so years older than her. Radence Kroy was his name and he was the most powerful warlock in the world. Although if you flicked him you would break a bone (think spongebob, glass bones and paper skin). They didn't quite get along, but Radence was rich beyond all belief and believed in her cause. He was obviously jaded and depressed from his time living, but Rose knew better than to ask. He would become her benefactor, though made it so all of his funds would go to his boyfriend and butler if she were to kill him, to be safe.

By this time, she'd adopted all of her children and she used this money to make her school, where she'd live and run the school with Polo as her vice principal, still working on recruiting those with magic for the war still raging on in the background of society.

A little extra, because I wanted to include it, but it won't be super expanded on because I need somewhere to go from here xD Also I feel the need to mention that the soulmark au thing is canon here, created by Radence who had someone kill themselves out of grief after a bad break up that was a friend of his.

Rose has many prestigious witches, warlocks, and wizards come through her school and eventually meets an assassin named Catheir. He's a directly relative of the human she fell in love with all of those years ago and at first, she completely ignores his attempts at flirting with her. They were obviously soulmates, but she just didn't want to take the chance again, especially since after Radence created his spell a second soulmark from the human appeared on her then immediately faded to grey, the color of a deceased soulmate.

Eventually they do get together and it's adorable, but I don't think I should expand anymore yet.

Editing here, I absolutely forgot to add what kind of magic she mainly uses, since that is a very important piece of information for every magic character.

Rose mainly uses earth based powers. She tends to grow rose vines wherever she goes to be intimidating, but she can grow any kind of flower and even manipulate the earth, like an earth bender. She focuses on this, but can use literally every other kind of magic, because everyone born with magic has the capacity to learn it all, it's just easier to do specific kinds of magic or even specific motions. She prefers to grow plants instead of manipulate the ground, but she can still do it with more ease than everything else.

[necromaniackat]

The Roommate and The Dream Journal

The Roommate and The Dream Journal.

BuckyxEliese(O.C)

Eliese has been having dreams of her friend and roommate and decides to start logging them into a dream journal. Bucky finds this dream journal and decides to confront Eliese about them.

Warnings: Angst. Smut.

Word count: 6,167

Note: I’ve binged on a lot of Bucky smut lately but the one person who got me into the mood to write this was @lucky-bucky-boy so go check her out and read her writing. It’s da bomb!

~~~~~~~

She shuddered at the feeling of his hands running up her thighs, spreading them from the warmth they radiated until the cool air rushed between them making goose bumps rise on her latté coloured skin. She felt his hot breath smother the fabric that sat in between his mouth and her pleasure. She sighed when she felt his lips press kisses and suckles onto her inner thighs, leading up to the hem of her baby pink underwear. A smile crossed his face at the adorability in the innocence she clung onto for dear life, but that childish innocence was going to become a trophy in his case and for her it was going to be replaced with something new. Something that'll leave her yearning for more from him which is something he desperately sought after.

Sensually slow, he pulled the baby pink cotton down her legs, letting his hooked fingers graze over her skin, making another wave of goose bumps rise up on her hot skin. Her head fell back, and she closed her eyes when his lips found her skin again, trailing up her inner thighs. He'd kiss one thigh then going to do the same on the other; his mouth marked her skin without any hesitation or care. Her breathing was slow but heavy; at times it hitched at the back of her throat with a high pitch whine, when he arrived back at the root of pleasure. She opened her eyes and REALIZED IT WAS JUST A FUCKING DREAM AGAIN!!!!

Eliese typed furiously, her keys clicked loudly to the high speeds she was reaching. She growled loudly, forcing herself to stop typing and revaluate what she was writing, why she was writing it and who she was writing it about. The 'what' is simple, Eliese was writing smut. The dirtiest and most detailed kind she could think of. It was borderline pornographic. The 'why' is where things get a little heated, she's been writing down her dreams to see if it'll help get rid of them because she doesn't want to be having them in the first place. The 'who' is where things catch on fire, she's been writing about her roommate and best friend, Bucky. She's not sure why she's been having these dreams about him, but she has. Luckily, he's away a lot with his job so he doesn't have to see the horny mess he leaves her in.

Eliese doesn't know why she's been having those dreams, but they've plagued her sleep for months now. It's affected her so much that Bucky thinks she doesn't like him because she's avoided him at all costs, but really, she's only avoided him because she doesn't trust herself around him. She actually started seeing a therapist to try and work out some of these issues. Her therapist thinks she should just tell him about the dreams but Eliese thinks that's crazier than the dreams she's having. She doesn't want to ruin her relationship with him because her shrink told her to come out of the horny closet. The alternative was to start an online dream journal. That she could do without any hesitation, but instead of making the dreams die down they've picked up the pace and steaminess. Before Eliese would have a dream once or twice every few weeks and it was never anything too dirty; just some heavy petting and making out, but once she started writing them down, they've occurred every night and are far more sexual than just kissing and foreplay. They've gotten more detailed too; she wakes up with the feeling of his body on hers. She can't shake it off.

Eliese sighed loudly, raking her fingers through her damp hair. She had to have a cold shower after waking up from the newest dream. The clock at the bottom right corner on the laptop read '3:40 a.m.', she was wide awake with no signs of going to bed anytime soon. So instead, she got up from loveseat she had inhabited for the better part of an hour and went towards the small bathroom to get dressed and brush her hair out of the damp snares and knots before it dried like that.

Bucky's ears perked up when he heard the bathroom door, on the other side of the wall by his head, close. He lifted his head off of the pillow and listened to the vent in the bathroom vibrating away. He knew Eliese was still up, when he got up an hour ago to go to the bathroom, he saw her sitting on the crème loveseat with her laptop on her lap, she was only wrapped up in a towel and her hair was wet. He didn't even hear her in the shower so to see her like that was a surprise to him. Bucky got up from his bed and went to his closed bedroom door, opening it enough to peek down the hallway to see Eliese's laptop sitting on the loveseat still. He was wondering what she was writing, he enjoyed reading what she wrote, especially the newer stuff he found online. One night when he had to borrow her laptop to look for something online, because his was charging after he forgot to plug it in before going on a mission, he saw her viewing history. It sparked his curiosity when he saw the link with the title 'What I Want Him to Do to Me'. After reading the first entry he wanted to know if there were more. So, once his laptop had a little bit of charge in it, he looked her up on that dream journal site and has read everything she's written so far. But he didn't know about the website until after he knew she was having wet dreams about him. He first found out one night when he heard her moaning in her sleep. He thought she was having a bad dream, so he went to go in to wake her up, only he found her on top of her covers with her hand in her pants, moaning his name seductively. This makes him wonder what she's dreamed he's done to her this time.

Quietly, he snuck out of his room and down the small, dark hallway to the brightly lit living room and grabbed the sleek black laptop from the loveseat and parked himself on the matching couch. He kept his ears peeled for Eliese whom was still in the bathroom, scolding herself for the dreams she's been having. His pale eyes scanned over the hundreds of words depicting the scene that played out behind her eyelids when she laid her head down to sleep earlier. He could feel his heart starting to race but his breathing stayed slow, coming out as heavy breaths. He had to adjust the laptop on his lap, shifting it over onto one leg. He still wasn't used to the effect her dreams had on him, and how badly he wanted to make these dreams come true.

While Bucky was busy getting lost in someone else's fantasies, Eliese stood in the bathroom mirror brushing her shoulder length dark hair. She stared at the dark circles forming under her eyes from the lack of sleep she's been getting. Every time she went to bed, she was afraid she'd have a dream; with every dream she has the less she trusts herself around him. When will she mistake reality for a dream? How long until she does something she'd only do in one of those dreams, in real life? How long until Bucky caught onto her dreams? What if he did catch onto her dreams and how they involve them? What then? Things will be awkward between them and she doesn't want that at all. So, she'll suffer in silence.

"Get a grip, Eliese. You don't actually want to bone him." She told herself, rubbing her face tiredly. She caught a glimpse of her exhausted state and couldn't help but laugh at herself. She shook her head and brushed her damp bangs from her face.

"Please, who're you trying to fool?" She asked herself seriously, even though she was still chortling at herself. She set her hair brush down on the counter and dropped the towel that was wrapped round her. The damp fabric pooled around her feet and the cool air conditioned air swept around her. She grabbed her small pile of clothes sitting in the corner of the bathroom. She pulled on a pair of silky fuchsia coloured shorts with purple and pink spots on them along with a white racer back tank top. She stole one last glance at herself in the mirror before she went to leave the bathroom, switching off the light as she left. Her stomach fell when she saw the laptop wasn't on the loveseat anymore. Her heart froze but it pounded against her breastbone furiously. But it calmed down when she saw it sitting on the coffee table in front of the chair. She must've put it there and forgot. She sighed heavily and sat down on the sofa this time, leaning back against the high rising armrest. She plunked the laptop down on her legs and went back to what she was doing, regretfully but lustfully.

Bucky peeked around the corner from the small kitchen area and saw her sitting there innocently typing away her sinister desires. His heart galloped at the knowing that he has no idea what she's writing about right now. She was writing about him and he knew that, but he couldn't tell what she dreamed he done to her. That is a mystery to the century year old male. His blood ran hot as he watched her intently, letting his mind go wild. He had learned a lot about what twenty first century women like in the bedroom from his friend’s journals and other things he’s found online late at night. At first, Bucky was mortified by what he saw, he had accidentally gone straight to the deep end of Pornhub one night, but slowly but surely, he discovered things he liked and didn’t know he liked until then.  

Without even thinking about it he let his sanity slip away as he strode over to the couch and sat down at his friend's feet. He kicked his foot up on the couch, stretching one leg out against Eliese’s while the other was firmly planted on the cool wood floor. He could see Eliese's pulse jumping in her neck as she stared wide eyed at him. She had butterflies moshing around in her stomach and all of the blood in her body ran red hot.

"What're you doing up?" She stumbled over her words, desperately trying to regain some balance in her voice. Bucky grinned at her blushing face and shrugged a shoulder.

"I had a strange but good dream; I woke up a little shaken and now I can't get back to sleep. What are you doing up?" He replied cheekily. Eliese's stomach turned at the thought of him having a strange but good dream. She wanted to know what he dreamed about. But then she realized he had asked her a question that she still had to answer.

"Ugh, same. I figured I'd get some writing done." She replied with an even voice that made her sound certain this time. She was proud of her vocal stability. She didn't want him thinking something was wrong.

"Can I read it?" Bucky asked with a cocked eyebrow and a sly smirk. Eliese jerked away from him, bringing the laptop closer to her chest.

"No." She snapped. She was a little shocked when she saw he was still calm. After a very long silent moment, he leaned forward, taking the laptop away from her deathly clutches and placing it on the coffee table again. She stared at him with oval shaped eyes and her jaw hung down a bit.

"We need to talk." The super soldier stated, taking her hand with his metal one and pulling her towards him. His touch seemed to have a magical effect on her; it sent shivers screaming up and down her spine and every thought in her head became hazy and distorted. She had no will to fight back or say otherwise. She let him pull her into his chest; he was still holding her hand firmly but not tightly. He rested his chin on the top of her head while she rested her back on his chest.

"Over the last couple of months I've noticed something change in you." He began, making her heart speed out of control. His metal hand left hers and went to the opposite shoulder; his arm was draped across her chest lazily. She closed her eyes and let him talk.

"You've become more confident in your work; you take pride in what you write now. Your confidence in yourself has skyrocketed as well." Bucky observed, settling into the conversation easily. He felt her hands curl over his forearms, lightly holding onto them, almost as a rock to keep her grounded in reality. He smiled weakly to himself.

"But you've also become more secretive and private. You don't show me anything you write anymore, not like you used to. You've also distanced yourself away from me. Why is that?" He asked, stroking her shoulder gently with his thumb. Eliese melted into his touch and bit her lip, sighing heavenly. She couldn't control herself, not right now. She was drifting into one of her dreams rapidly, not that she was complaining or anything. She enjoyed the dreams she was having very much. Even though she didn't want to have them, she was enjoying having them night after night.

"I didn't want you looking at me differently." She breathed softly. His mouth twisted into a smirk as his free hand lay on her thigh lightly. Bucky could see blush invade her cheeks brightly, it made his twisted smirk sharpen and broaden.

"Why would I look at you differently?" He questioned, knowing very well why she was scared he'd look at her differently. Eliese pursed her lips tightly, not wanting to tell him the reason. But her lips parted when she felt his hand move from her shoulder across her chest until the palm cupped around her small breast. The center of his palm brushed against her erect nipple. She gasped for air and tried to push her chest further into his hand. Bucky grinned to himself as brought his face down until it was nestled in the crook of her neck. The hand that was lying on her bare thigh lingered up her leg until it slipped through the loose pant leg of the silky shorts and nudged away the fabric concealing her. All of the air vacated her lungs in a loud gasp when she felt his finger slip between her lips and gently graze against the throbbing clit. She grabbed onto his thighs tightly, almost digging her nails into the fabric of his sweatpants. He grinned as he kissed and sucked her neck, feeling his own arousal growing and pressing against her lower back.

"Do you like that?" He purred into her ear gutturally, both of his hands were still working her sensitive areas. Eliese couldn't speak; all of her words were lost. She could only nod.

"Good." Bucky whirred lowly; he let his forefinger join his thumb in pleasuring her. He rubbed the throbbing nub between the two fingers and lightly pinched it. Eliese threw her head back onto his shoulder, bleating loudly. Her brow line tightened together.

"This is another dream, isn't it?" She asked out loud. She was sure this was another dream. She must've fallen asleep on the loveseat and not realized it. This cannot be happening.

"No." He paused. "–This is real." His voice was deep and low as he spoke into her hair. His response only made her mewl for more. At that very moment Eliese couldn't agree more with something she's been told all her life: It's not what you say, it's how you say it. Because how he spoke to her made her grip on his thighs tighten until there were bruises forming under the warm cloth. Bucky grinned evilly against her damp hair.

"Do you want me to stop?" He teased lowly. He stopped palming her breast through the white tank top. Eliese shook her head and rocked her hips into his hand, whining at the loss of stimulation her chest felt. His wicked smile stayed as his dancing fingers slowed to a snail's pace.

"You want me to stop? Okay." Bucky nonchalantly said, starting to pull his hand out of her pant leg. Her eyes snapped open immediately. Eliese's hands found his wrist, gripping it tightly. She groused and looked back at him with pleading dark eyes. Her dark gaze searched his blue orbs relentlessly.

"Please don't stop." Eliese couldn't help the tone of her voice. Bucky was surprised by her want . . . her need –her desire for him. He knew she was having those dreams and he knew she wanted those dreams to come true, whether she was willing to admit it or not didn't matter, it was true. And he was going to make those dreams come true.

The two of them stared at each other silently; the only sound that could be heard was their breathing. Eliese found herself slowly turning around to face him fully. She sat on her bent legs, between his widely spread ones. Her hands released his wrist and found either side of his face; her fingertips hesitated over his skin. The two magnetically pulled together until their faces were less than an inch apart. Their lips grazed against each other's lightly, the hot breath smothered their faces making their heart rates spike. Bucky's hands found the space between her shoulder blades and pulled her closer to him, her mouth crashed against his. Eliese's hands slipped by his head and gripped onto the armrest behind him. She wanted so badly to take control of the situation, but she wanted to see what he'd do to her. She wanted her dreams to finally come true.

Bucky's tongue pressed lightly at the part of her lips until she opened, and their tongues touched, heating up the kiss at a quick rate. He pulled away after a moment and looked down at her lap with a wicked smirk. His blue eyes met her dark ones again.

"I don't like these shorts on you. Get rid of them." He ordered in a low husky voice that made Eliese shudder in delight. She blushed at his command. But she recoiled off of the couch and slid the silk pyjama shorts down until they pooled around her ankles on the floor. Bucky looked up at her when he saw the galaxy coloured cheeky panties that were more black lace than cotton fabric and didn't hide that much. He cocked an eyebrow at her and shook his head.

"Where are those cute baby pink ones that you know I love so much? Now, these just won't do. You're gonna have to take them off." He spat out another teasing order that made her cheeks heat up again. She always knew he liked those ones, ever since he commented on them one day when she was folding her laundry in the living room and they tumbled down the pant leg of her jeans. To say she was a tad bit embarrassed would be an understatement, but Bucky was perfectly okay with the incident; it's not like he hasn't seen a pair of panties before.

Eliese grinned down at him and put her hands on her narrow hips, shaking her head.

"Ugh-ugh, not until you shed something." Eliese stipulated. She didn't want to give him all of the control; she wanted to tease him just as much as he can tease her. She turned on her heel and paraded down the hallway to the two bedrooms, knowing he was watching her walk away. He didn't leave her side for long, he got up from the crème coloured couch and jogged to the bedroom she chose, which was hers. He stood in the doorway and watched her closely, she quickly stripped the bed of the blankets until there was nothing but the olive coloured sheets and the pillows on the queen sized bed. His thumbs slipped into the band of the sweatpants and pushed them down until they lapped around his feet on the floor. The black tee shirt followed the sweats on the floor. The idea jumped into his head when he saw her kicking at the duvet in the corner of the small bedroom. He hastened his way from the doorway to where she was, grabbing onto her wrist and spinning her around, pushing her back against the wall roughly. He pinned her wrists above her head and pressed his body against hers. Bucky stared into her eyes, noting her pupils were dilating with stimulation and covetousness.

Eliese's chest heaved heavy breaths as she stood nose to nose with one of her most yearned desires. She hungrily bit at her bottom lip, scanning his face; it was merely centimetres away from hers. His hands stayed firmly wrapped around hers, pressing them into the dirty beige coloured wall.

"What are you gonna do to me?" Her voice was small and trembling with uncertainty. His mouth curled at the corners as he brought his face closer to hers, their noses touched lightly. Bucky could swear he could hear her heart hammering against her chest. Or maybe that was his own slamming heartbeat.

"Everything." He murmured lowly. His voice sounded so sweet against her ears. She swears if his voice had gone any deeper she would've collapsed she was that weak at the knees. But his hands holding her wrists above her head kept her steady on her feet. Her head reeled when his hips pressed against hers firmly. He felt the peaks of her hip bones grind against him. He pressed his chest so tightly to hers he could almost count her ribs. He closed the gap between them, reconnecting their lips heatedly. His tongue invaded her mouth without asking for entrance first, but she didn't mind. She sucked on his tongue teasingly before pushing hers into his mouth, running the tip along the roof of his mouth. It made his eyes roll behind his closed eyelids and moan into her mouth.

Bucky couldn't take much more of this foreplay; he needed to get inside of her at that very moment. He lifted up one foot and used his ankle as a hook around hers, and then used the other foot to do the same thing, spreading her legs so he could be trapped between them, and so he could further pin her to the wall. He pulled his mouth away from eager lips. They looked each other deeply in the eyes.

"I'm gonna let go of your wrists, you better keep them raised up above your head." He warned seductively, loosening his grip on her wrists to see if she could follow his demands. It took everything she had but she obeyed his command while his now free hands wandered down her torso and stomach to the hem of her underwear. It didn't take much for him to tear the fabric loose from concealing her away from him. She gasped but kept her hands raised above her head to satisfy him. The torn fabric tumbled to the ground between their feet. She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back against the wall.

Bucky's face found the crook of her neck, burying his mouth against her skin again. This time he sucked harder, relentlessly leaving dark bruises on her pale skin. The feeling of him sucking and nipping at the flesh on her neck distracted her from his other plans. He allowed his mouth to fall from her neck to her collar bone, his tongue tracing the hollowness that pooled between the bones, and then travelled down from there to her chest, getting annoyed by the white tank top in the way. Without even thinking about it his hands found the border of the shirt and flipped it inside out as he pulled it up above her head, throwing it somewhere behind him, leaving her fully exposed to him. He resumed back to kissing down her chest and stomach, paying attention to her erect nipples. He gnawed on them ruthlessly until a metallic taste filled his mouth; her nipples were angry red and oozing a scarlet liquid into his mouth. Even as his tongue flicked over the silver ends of the piercing she had, the fluid smeared over his lips and sank into his taste buds. She mewled unremittingly, her entire body trembled and withered between his sharp teeth, but she kept those hands above her head.

His mouth finally released those crying numb beads and moved down, leaving behind red lip prints on her pale skin. His ruby red lips kept pressing against her skin as he moved downwards, counting her ribs gently until he reached her navel then his tongue circled around the dimple before dipping in gently.

She smiled wildly and almost giggled with pleasure. Her elbows bent a bit, but she caught herself before lowering her wrists all the way.

Bucky felt her body trembling beneath his mouth; her breathing quickened and became shallow all because of him teasing her endlessly. He was sure that if he kept at this long enough she'd get off on just the foreplay. He grinned to himself, looking up at her. His blue orbs searched her body language and facial expressions, noting she was enjoying this attention he was giving her. He was pleased that not only were those videos entertaining, but educational as well. He owes a lot of his new love making skills to Pornhub.

His mouth slowly inched down her stomach, captivating the protruding hip bones with kisses and gentle nibbles. A trail of red led all the way down her torso, smearing darker in places he paid more attention to.

Finally, he came to the place she desperately wanted the attention to be adverted to in the first damn place. Bucky was knelt down in front of her, between her legs. He could see her knees were shaking and weak, to help her stay up he ran his hands up her thighs and held them firmly. Without any faltering he placed his mouth over her mound, his tongue slipping between her labia and delving into the damp warmth. Her breath hitched at the back of her throat in a sharp high pitch gasp. Bucky grinned to himself, sliding his tongue from her entrance to the front of her mound slowly. He enjoyed hearing her airy moans. But once he thought she was getting too comfortable with what he was doing, he stopped.

Bucky rose back up to his feet, looking down at Eliese, there was a dramatic height difference. His grin broadened when he saw her, head tilted back and eyes closed, still basking in the feeling of his mouth working her body. Bucky curled his hands around her narrow hips, his fingers pressed into the small of her back. He carefully peeled her away from the wall; her wrists were still suspended above her head.

Eliese couldn't comprehend what was happening until her body fell from the cool apartment air. Her eyes snapped open to find she was now lying on her back on the bed, facing the nicotine stained, and water damaged ceiling. She glanced down to see Bucky standing between her spread thighs; her legs were spread apart and bent over the edge of the mattress and he was between her bent knees. Her already racing heart seemed to skip beats at a time, like a flat stone on a calm lake surface, when his thumbs ran into the waistband of the black boxer briefs and pushed them down his legs, letting his arousal to spring free from confinement.

Bucky grinned from ear to ear when he saw a glimpse of apprehension flash across her face when she saw him for the first time. He turned his body to face the nightstand directly beside him; he glanced towards Eliese as he dug through her drawer, knowing there'd be a condom or two in there. He went snooping for a box of Kleenex one day and found a treasure trove of things he’s never seen before, condoms included, so that's how he knew they were there. Bucky tore open the silver package and applied the condom. His eyebrows drew together as he faced her again. He could still see the look of fear in her eyes.

"What's wrong? Do you want to stop?" He asked in a serious tone that made Eliese's dark gaze jump from his aroused manhood to those magnificent blue orbs. She wasn't sure if she should tell him or not, she was scared he'd laugh at her.

"No, I want to keep going. It's just; you're gonna be the first guy I'm gonna be with like this." She confessed, knowing he'd laugh at her like a mad man. She braced herself for the humiliation, closing her eyes and using her hands to hide her face. She was so humiliated by that fact. He's not the first guy she's wanted to sleep with but throughout her teens she was so scared of getting pregnant that she only ever dated girls. And since High School she hasn't really dated any guys long enough to do anything with them, and she doesn't do this whole wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am thing.

Bucky swears if she told him that when he was a teenager he'd have cum long before she even finished the sentence. He smirked and leaned over the edge of the bed, looming over her heated body. He gently pried her hands away from her face. Eliese's dark eyes opened and beamed up into his dimly. She was surprised when she saw acceptance and a considerate smile lightening his face dramatically. The soldier brushed the dark hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear gently. All of the air vacated her lungs loudly and her eyes widened when she felt him puncture her entrance gingerly. Her hands found his broad shoulders as he pushed the rest of the way in and dug her short nails into the pale flesh.

He stayed there for a moment, allowing her to adjust to him inside of her. He wasn't sure how long he'd last though, every time she breathed her muscles clenched around him, pulsing violently. Plus it’s the first time he’s had sex in over seventy years. It made his body twitch and spasm a little. He didn't want to hit heaven just yet, this was for her and her fantasies, it'd be rude if he got off first. He needed to make sure she got off first.

After a moment he pulled out only to push back in, making the smaller arch her back and gasp loudly. He hooked his metal arm underneath the small of her back to bring her closer to him while using the other one to keep him mildly upright. The stark contrast between Eliese’s overheated skin and the cold metal of Bucky’s arm underneath her made a whole new wave of sensations run wild through her tiny body.

He felt the individual ribs dig into his chest and stomach as he thrusted into the smaller female under him. Bucky stood upright, bringing her with him, angling her hips off the edge of the bed so he could easily infiltrate and beat her insides.

She rested her head against his chest, listening to their soft moans and loud breathing. She grinned to herself and let her mouth find his chest, collar and neck; kissing, sucking and playfully biting at the pale flesh. The little devil inside of her evilly smirked when she found the pale pink bead on his chest. She ran her tongue over it flatly, letting the tip linger over the bud. She felt powerful when she heard his moans as he drove his hard-on into her. She held the bud between her teeth gently, sucking and nibbling on it and making his moans become cries of pleasure. The gentleness he had initially set was sent out the window when she pinched it between her teeth a little harder, drawing some blood from the cherry red bead on his pallid chest. This made his gentle and cautious thrusts become animalistic and wild. And that only made her belt out louder screams of satisfaction against his chest. In the back of her mind she was surprised that she wasn't feeling a lot of pain, she was always told there'd be a lot of pain involved. Does it count if there's no pain? She felt a bit of pain in the beginning when he first entered her but that was it. It disappeared after that brief moment.

Eliese's mouth found the opposite bud on his upper body. She gave the small bead the same attention she did the other until it leaked a red cum down his chest and down from her mouth and chin. She lapped her tongue over the crying buds to nurse them from their angry red. Bucky's thrusts became sloppy but he tried to harden them and drive deeper into her. Eliese's toes curled when she felt him deep inside of her, almost striking her G spot.

"Oh, Bucky!" She bleated loudly into his chest cavity, her voice sounding like heaven against his ears. This was the encouragement he needed to hit harder and faster, punishing her insides and assaulting that special spot. Eliese's short nails penetrated the skin on his shoulders, drawing the same cherry fluid he did on her chest and she did on his. She could feel this untangling of a white fire inside of her gut. She was coming undone and it felt incredible. It made her wonder why she waited so long to be with a "real boy".

The moment she was sent over the edge it felt like that white ball of fire inside of her exploded, her muscles tightened around Bucky's beating manhood and she bit down on his collar, blaring uneven cries of pleasure. Her arms and legs wrapped around his body, trapping him deep inside her as her body shook violently from head to toe. This is all it took for his hard cock to cry uncontrollably, filling the end of the condom full. The warm fluid seeped around his hot skin, making him cum harder. His body was as stiff as a board, but his knees felt like cooked noodles. He collapsed on top of her on the bed, eyes tightly shut and jaw clenched forcefully.

"Ah, fuck." He drew those words out in a hiss that came out from between his teeth. It took them minutes after riding out their orgasms to finally be able to move away from each other. Bucky rolled over, landing on the bed beside her. They both panted heavily, they were sweaty, bloody messes. Eliese could only stare at the ceiling with a stupid grin on her face. All of the anxiety and stress she felt earlier was gone. She felt exhausted but in the best way possible. Bucky looked over at his roommate and grinned, reaching over and put the back of his hand against the middle of her torso.

"Was that better than you've dreamed about?" He asked curiously. Eliese's eyebrows furrowed and she looked over at her blue eyed roommate.

"You knew about that?!" She exclaimed loudly. Bucky immediately propped himself up onto his elbow and turned onto his side. He examined his smaller female friend with a gracious smile.

"You moaned my name in your sleep one night and then I mistakenly stumbled upon your dream journal." He chuckled airily, letting his fingertips lightly dance over her latte skin, raising Goosebumps without even trying. Eliese felt her face heat up with embarrassment. But the smile she wore was of happiness.

"How long have you known?" She questioned, arching an eyebrow at him. Bucky laughed lightly and shook his head at her.

"I've known long enough to know that I don't want this to be the last time we do this." He honestly enquired. Eliese's face glowed a bright red as she stared up at him, but her mind was busy with his dancing fingers on her stomach. An evil grin flashed across her face, her hands found either side of his face and brought it down until it was less than an inch away from hers.

"Then let's do it all over again." She purred at him, bringing his face down until their lips met again and the entire night was rewound right to the beginning of their events.    

[justtessasworld]

connected | kai parker

Guess who's back?? Btw I'm sorry for the format, Tumblr doesn't allow me to make paragraphs anymore?? Idk why but everytime I post it with paragraphs they're suddenly gone 🤷‍♀️

~

In which y/n sees Kai in her dreams.

~

“That was a good one!”, y/n laughed.

The young woman was sitting at the table in the kitchen of some house somewhere in Virginia. At least Kai said so.

Said man was sitting in front of her, they were playing some game but he had interrupted it by his corny jokes.

“So what are you up to today?”, y/n asked after her laughter had quieted down.

“Hm, we'll see”, Kai stated, pouring himself a glass of water. “Probably going to watch some TV, steal something from the store down the street. The usual for living alone in a world.”

Y/n sighed, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. “I wish I could be there for you. Be here.” She looked around the room, around this small piece of Kai's prison world she was in.

“Oh, don't you worry! I'm just going to wait till you go to sleep again.”

Y/n chuckled dryly, scratching her fingernail over the table.

“Yes, I know, but I just-”, she stopped abruptly.

Y/n felt the strange pull in her stomach, that weird feeling she still hasn't fully become comfortable with after all these years.

“Is it already time?”, Kai asked, standing up and swiftly walking towards the woman.

Y/n nodded, gripping his arms as her legs grew weak. “I frigging hate this feeling.”

Kai chuckled, holding her waist with one hand.

“See you tomorrow”, he said, gently caressing her cheek with his free hand.

Y/n felt her face grow hot, he was so close to her and he smelled so good and-

“See you tomorrow”, she whispered and then she was gone. Disappearing into thin air.

Y/n groaned annoyed as she stopped the ringing of her alarm. 7 am.

Kicking away her blanket, the young woman pulled the ring on her necklace to the front.

It always fell to the back when she was sleeping.

Turning the ring around in her hand, y/n thought of Kai.

The ring had been his once. All those years ago before he was put into this prison world.

Y/n's grandma had found it in the woods in Portland, where Kai had lost it in the night of his imprisonment.

The ring was her gift from her grandmother at her 14th birthday. And also the reason for her dreams. Or whatever they were. They started a few days after her birthday and just never stopped. At first y/n was scared out of her mind of this strange young man in her dreams, living completely alone in the world and being so incredibly rude too. But after some troubles they really got to know each other and y/n Kai became friends, somehow.

She thought she was crazy when she was younger and she still did, sometimes. But she just couldn't believe that her mind could make up such a realistic person. Y/n never told anyone about her dreams though. Not her family nor her friends, she knew better than to try it, she had watched supernatural movies after all.

Letting the necklace go she stood up, making herself ready for work.

“Elena! How are you?”, y/n exclaimed as she saw the Gilbert sitting in the Grill.

Y/n worked there in the summer to pay off her student loans, just as a few other of her friends.

“I'm fine”, Elena snapped. Wowie, y/n thought, someone was in a bad mood right now.

Elena's gaze softened and she turned to the other young woman. “I'm sorry, y/n. It's just-”

“It's just that Damon and Bonnie are still gone?”, y/n interrupted, she might not be one of Elena's best friends but they got along more than good and so y/n knew about the absence of Elena's boyfriend and her best friend. Even though y/n didn't exactly knew everything.

“Well, Damon's back”, Elena stated. “I'm actually meeting with him here, but Bonnie's still… away.”

The way Elena's said ‘away’ made y/n frown. Bonnie wasn't missing, was she? No, if she really was missing, y/n would know. All of Mystic Falls would know.

“Well I hope she comes home soon”, y/n said, smiling brightly and said goodbye.

On her way to the bar she saw Damon and waved, a small grin forming on his normally frowning face.

After a long day at the Grill and with her friends and studies, y/n was more than happy to change out of her clothes and fall on her bed. Looking at her clock, she saw that it was already 10 pm.

Snuggling into her blankets she clutched her fingers around Kai's ring and fell asleep.

There was the feeling of falling and then suddenly she stood in the same house as last night, the sunlight bathing the dark room in bronze colors.

Turning around, y/n couldn't spot Kai. Hm, normally she would just appear in the same room as him, where was he?

“Kai?”, she shouted, walking into the hall. No answer.

“Malachai? Where are you?”, still no answer.

Without a warning the front door opened, nearly knocking y/n off her feet.

“Hey!”, she cried out taken aback, stepping back a few steps.

“Y/n? What are you already doing here?”, Kai snapped, glancing behind him. What the hell?

“Wow, Kai. I'm happy to see you too”, y/n snarled, putting her hand on her hip and looking at him suspiciously.

“You can't be here right now”, Kai growled, slamming his hand against his head.

Y/n flinched, grabbing his hand and hiding them tightly.

Kai always had the habit of punching his head and everything when something was with her, as if that would make y/n disappear. Because even though they knew each other for years now, Kai still thought that she was just a hallucination, a way of making him feel better in this lonely hell.

“Hey, Kai. Kai!”, she shouted, catching his attention. “You know I hate it when you do that”, she said quietly, her eyes sad. It hurt her so much, when she saw him in pain.

“Kai? Who are you talking too?”, a feminine voice said, standing behind the door. Before y/n could react the woman walked into the hall, looking at Kai and then at her.

Y/n knew the woman. It was-

“Bonnie?”

“Y/n?!“

Gasping y/n sat up in her bed. Fuck, her head hurt. In all these years of having these dreams she never had left them this abruptly, being more like pushed out of them than slowly pulled out.

What the hell happened?

She saw Bonnie and then she suddenly woke up. Oh God, Bonnie! Her shirt had been full of blood and she'd looked like hell. And most importantly she had been in Kai's prison world. Kai had told her that he was there because of murdering his family (with which y/n was still not comfortable with), so what had Bonnie done to get imprisoned there?

Or was she accidentally there?

Glancing at her clock, y/n saw that it was only midnight yet. Not too late to hit up Elena.

Standing in front of the massive Salvatore mansion, y/n snuggled more into her warm jacket and ringed the bell.

She had picked up Elena here a few weeks ago, the two of them wanting to go shopping with Caroline.

Now she was waiting for someone to open up, Elena or one of the Salvatores, she didn't care.

The door opened and y/n saw Damon, looking annoyed at her with an open shirt. Apparently y/n interrupted Elena's and Damon's sexy time.

Y/n smiled shyly. “I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have to talk to Elena.”

The vampire looked at her sceptically.

“It's about Bonnie.”

“So you saw her in your dreams?”, Elena asked slowly.

Y/n nodded slightly, maybe it wasn't the best idea, now they probably did think she was mental.

“And in your dreams you are in a prison world with Kai?”

Y/n nodded again.

“How do you know that psycho-boy?”, Damon looked at her closely.

“Psycho-boy? Do you know him?”, y/n asked surprised, turning to him.

“I was in that prison world with him for months. I only escaped alone because your murder-boyfriend shot Bonnie in the stomach!”, the man spat, his face furious.

Y/n gaped at him. “No, he- he wouldn't do that”, the woman whispered, then cringing.

“Well, he did kill his family, so… “, Elena mumbled and y/n frowned. She was right, though.

“How do we get her out of there?”, Damon asked annoyed.

“Well-”, y/n interrupted Elena. “What do you mean ‘her’? We have to get both of them out of there!”

“Oh no, no, no, no, no”, Damon laughed pouring himself a glass of bourbon.

“We won't help that psycho-murderer get out of there!”

“But-”

“No!”

Y/n frowned deeply.

“Well, I don't know how to get anyone out of there”, y/n snapped, “so I'll get going.”

She stood up, taking her coat from the couch.

“You may not know a way but you can help us with the witchy-woo”, Damon said.

Y/n turned around to the two of them. “Witchy-woo?”, she asked.

“Well yeah, or whatever you witches call your magic.”

“Damon, I don't think-”

“You- you think I'm a witch?”, y/n spluttered.

Damon nodded confused. Elena rubbed her temples.

“I'm not a witch!”, y/n laughed hysterically, “We're not in some kind of fairy tale!”

“Y/n, you have to have realized that these dreams aren't normal”, Elena said in a soft voice. “They're pretty common for witches.”

“I mean, of course I know that it's not normal, but I'm not--I'm not a witch.”

Y/n shook her head vehemently. “If I'm a witch, what are you? Vampires?”

Elena and Damon went silent, looking at each other.

“Oh, you've got to be kidding me”, y/n groaned, having to sit down again. “I'm in a damn Twilight fanfiction.”

It had been a week now since y/n found out about the supernatural world. And her probably being a witch. They couldn't confirm it yet, y/n couldn't actually use her ‘magic’ specifically but Elena and Damon and all the other vampires, y/n had met this week (well she did already know them, she just never knew that they weren't human) were sure that was a witch.

God, it felt so weird, saying that. Her, a witch.

There's also been another weird thing. In this whole week y/n had never dreamed of Kai. Not once. Sleeping, actually sleeping and not spending time with Kai, was strange for her.

It was like he didn't want her there, with him. As if he pushed her away.

Y/n awoke, in the middle of the night again, she had slept, like a normal human being but it felt wrong.

She grabbed the ring, thumbing it around.

“Kai, please, let me in”, she whispered, near tears. She couldn't sleep and not being able to dream of him, to be with him with her visions, she didn't just feel like she couldn't relax she felt like she had lost her best friend.

Crying out, y/n pulled off her necklace, throwing it into her room.

She couldn't sleep that night.

A few weeks later, y/n was walking home from the Salvatores, having spend the whole day trying to find a way to use her powers, as she saw a man standing on her front pouch.

“Can I help you?”, she shouted, pulling her keys out of her jacket.

The man turned around and y/n let go of her keys, clanking down to the ground.

That tall frame, dark hair, these dark intense eyes. Malachai Parker.

Y/n gasped, looking at him shocked.

Kai smiled. “Hello, love.”

The young woman cried out, letting her bag fall to the ground and running towards him.

He laughed deeply as she threw her arms around of him, picking her up. Her legs wrapping around his waist.

Kai sighed, burying his face into her hair.

“Why! Why would you keep me out? I was so worried, I thought- I-”, y/n sobbed, clutching his back.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry”, Kai mumbled, squeezing her thigh.

She looked at him, into these deep brown eyes. God, they were shining and so full of emotion. Her smooth hands stroked his jaw, up to his hair, pushing some strands back. He was so handsome and he was here.

“I can't believe you're here”, she whispered, fingernails lightly scratching his neck.

He nodded, his nose nearly touching hers.

Suddenly she was more than aware of their closeness, her legs around his middle, their faces only inches apart, his grip on her thigh.

Y/n breathed shallowly, her gaze flicking to his lips, just as his did the same.

Both of them flinched as the sound of a horn echoed from the street.

Y/n coughed slightly, awkwardly getting off of Kai.

The man grumbled something quietly.

“Let's- let's just go in”, y/n mumbled, picking up her stuff and walking to her apartment, making sure not to meet his eyes.

He was hot on her heels, following her into the small apartment y/n was able to afford.

They had spoken about that exact home once in one of her visions, Kai had never listened that closely. He was happy he did, otherwise he wouldn't have found her.

“Home sweet home”, y/n chuckled, shrugging out of her jacket.

She walked into the kitchen, drinking some water.

Kai appeared in the door frame, leaning against it.

“Love”, he started.

“How are you here? Why are you here? Why didn't I have these dreams the last weeks? You once said you're a witch? Are you a witch? Am I a witch? Elena and Damon said so but-”, y/n rambled.

Kai laughed lowly. “Breathe, y/n, breathe.”

Y/n nodded, sitting down.

“I'm going to explain everything later”, the young man said, walking to where y/n was sitting.

“But firstly I have to get some magic.” Right, y/n thought, she remembered that he was a siphoner and now being in the real world again, he could get magic again.

“Right, of course. I don't know how, though.”

Kai kneeled down in front of her, gently grabbing her wrists.

“Let me try something, that way we also find out if you really are a witch.”

Kai watched her closely. Y/n nodded, she trusted him with her life.

His grip on her wrists tightened and a hot feeling shot through them. It traveled up her arms and spread out until her whole body was hot and prickled.

“Kai”, she moaned, her body growing weak.

He stopped abruptly, letting go of her and nearly falling on the floor, his eyes dark with ecstasy.

“Y/n”, he groaned. “Well now we're sure you're a witch.”

“Why?”, she asked, slumped again the chair.

“Because I just took a bit of your magic and you have more magic than any other witch I've ever known.”

“If you want to stay you can take the bed”, y/n said, putting their dinner in the fridge.

They had spent the entire afternoon with talking, catching up with what happened in the last weeks.

Kai nodded thankfully.

“Elena called, they found Bonnie but they don't know where you are.”

Y/n felt bad for lying to Elena but she didn't want the vampires to do anything to Kai.

"Thank you", the siphoner smiled softly. "And I can take the couch if you don't mind."

"OK", the young woman whispered, turning to her bedroom door. "Goodnight, Malachai."

"Goodnight, love."

Y/n was a light sleeper, so when she started to hear mumbling from the living room she was nearly instantly awake.

"Please- I- father, please", a voice groaned loudly. Kai.

Y/n slowly stood up. He had to have a nightmare. He told her about those years ago. Moments of his childhood when his family would punish him for, well, living.

"Kai?", she called out, standing at the door. The young man was laying on her couch, his tall frame nearly to much for the small couch. He was withering under the thin blanket, hands gripping the sheets, his face sweaty and hair clinging to his forehead.

"Let me go- I'm sorry- please don't- father, please, why-", he muttered, feet kicking away the blanket.

"Kai, hey, Kai!", y/n said loudly, sitting down next to him and touching his chest.

"Kai, wake up, Kai!", she shouted, she couldn't see him like that, it hurt.

Gasping, Kai sat up, his chest heaving and his eyes scanning the room disoriented.

"It's okay, it's okay", y/n mumbled like a mantra, hugging him close.

Kai sobbed lowly, gripping her waist and pulling her even closer.

"Oh God", he groaned quietly, his body calming down slowly.

She let him go after he calmed down mostly, still holding his hands.

"Do you wanna talk about it?", y/n asked, watching him closely.

He shook his head, not meeting her eyes.

"Where-", he cleared his throat, "Where is my ring", he was looking at her neck where his ring would normally hang since she was 14.

"Oh that. I- I'm sorry, I took it off when you didn't let me in anymore. I was so angry and worried.", y/n whispered, squeezing his hand.

"I'm sorry that I did that, I only pushed you out for a few days and after that you never appeared anymore. I was worried sick, myself. Ask Bonnie, I was really grumpy the last weeks", he muttered and y/n laughed quietly.

"It's OK", she said, "And I'm sorry for taking off the necklace."

Kai smiled, squeezing her waist.

She was sitting nearly on top of him and when she realized that, she blushed.

"Oh, shit, sorry", she whispered, making a move to stand up again.

Kai shook his head, pulling her back so that she sat in his lap.

She gasped, grabbing his shoulders. Oh God they were so close.

His arm wrapping around her waist, he pulled her even closer, their chests touching.

Y/n's eyes were wide, her cheeks rosy and her hair falling out of her braid.

Kai smiled softly, his hand touching her neck and cheek.

"God, you're so beautiful", he mumbled leaning towards her and before she knew it their lips touched.

Y/n moaned lowly, her hands gripping his shirt. Angling her head, she kissed back, slipping her tongue between his lips.

Kai's grip around her waist tightened, his hand teasing her braid.

His kiss turned more passionate, her hand clawing at his back, his neck.

"Fuck", Kai gasped as he pulled away, his eyes nearly black.

Y/n nodded shakingly, her lips swollen.

"I've waited so long for this", he chuckled, pecking her lips. Y/n grinned heartily, closing the gap again.

They were finally together.

~

Kai Parker taglist:

@kikii-stfu @panic-naran

[dorotheajanegilmore]

Devil’s Daughter [Dean Winchester]

Previous: 1,2,3,4,5

Warnings: family drama (kind of an abusive mother? Neglectful might be a better word)

Characters: Elle (Ofc), Dean, Sam, Jack, Castiel.

Chapter six

My nap ended when we were an hour away from Rochester. I woke to the sound of loud talking but when I looked around, everyone was silent.

"And if she's my sister then could I have more siblings? Perhaps Lucifer got around more than we know. What if she's more powerful than me because her mother's a demon? Lilith has power right? Why is she staring at me?"

Jack gave me an awkward smile as I looked up at him with wide eyes. I opened my mouth to say something when I began to hear another persons thoughts.

"I mean yeah she's hot but she's also Lucifer's Daughter. No Dean, you cannot go there! Control your thoughts, focus on the road asshole!"

Listening to Dean's thoughts got interrupted when I accidentally glanced at Sam and then I got his full inner monologue.

"Poor girl's probably terrified. Imagine waking up battered and bruised, being kidnapped and tortured and then being brought to us idiots? I mean, she seems fine. She hasn’t really tried to escape us so I guess she must like us a little."

Before Castiel's thoughts could enter my mind as well I put my hands over my ears and yelled "Could you all stop thinking for just one second!"

Receiving concerned stares from them I sighed and pulled my hands down to my side. "I can hear what you're all thinking. Jack, yes you might have more siblings out there and no I don't think I'm more powerful than you. Dean, yes you should concentrate on the road asshole. And yes Sam, yes I am terrified but yes I do like you idiots. Please can everyone just try to silence their minds until I can figure out how to keep out of them? Thank you."

I sank back in my seat in a huff, arms folded and breathing heavily. I did everything I could to distract myself from not listening to what everyone was thinking, the only thing seeming to work for now was singing songs in my mind.

———

"Elle. Elle. Come on Elle, we're here." Dean placed a hand on my shoulder and gently rocked me.

I opened my eyes to see him leaning through the car door trying to wake me. He gave me a soft smile and held out a hand. I took it and he helped me out of the old car.

My hand felt strange in his, like there was some sort of electricity travelling from his palm to mine. I felt butterflies in my stomach as his green eyes looked down at me and his lips curved up into a smile. No, Elle. You can’t develop feelings for this guy! No.

As he pulled me to my feet I instantly recognised my surrounding. I looked across the street to see the familiar grey house standing loud and proud with bright white windows and a cute picket fence.

"I used to dream of having a house like this. It is the American dream right? I can practically smell the freshly baked pie." Dean admitted, looking down to me with sad eyes. "Instead I got motel rooms and vending machine dinners."

I shrugged and looked ahead at the house. "It's not what it's all cracked up to be. I'd take adventure over boredom any day. My mother has never baked a pie and my dad was never around. Both too busy for me and Hallie but seemed to have all the time in the world for Alex. Trust me when I say, suburban family life brings nothing but trouble."

I walked up the driveway with nothing but anger boiling through me as I remembered how little my mother cares for me. The only reason I insisted on coming here was to see my father, sister and baby brother and collect my things.

I stopped outside the front door on the little porch and looked back at Dean, who was a few feet behind me. "Don't believe me? Watch this." His eyes bore into my back as I pressed the little white door bell.

A few seconds passed before door opened, exposing a chirpy Rose Ramsey in a blue floral apron and a warm expression. Her warm expression faded when she noticed it was just me. "Oh, Hi Elle. What brings you here?" She said blandly, disappointed that it was only me.

"Hi Mom, nice to see you too. Huh? Oh yeah I'm good thanks, not too bad. Can I come on?" I sarcastically responded and she rolled her eyes.

"Less of the attitude daring, men don't like snarky girls." She pulled back the door to let me in before she noticed the company behind me. "Oh, dear. Who are your friends?”

Her fake smile returned as we stepped into the hallway. I didn't answer and walked directly into the living room.

My father sat in his brown recliner chair in the corner by the window, reading his newspaper. As always.

"Elle! Darling, me and Hallie have been worried sick!" My father rushed to his feet and quickly swept me up into his loving arms. Dad was never around much due to work but when he was, it was amazing! He's was the loving and caring parent while my mom is more...distant and cold.

"Well glad to know someone cares about me." I admired into the shoulder of his shirt.

"ELLE! OH MY GOD!" Hallie's feet thumped down the stairs as she ran at me, practically tackling me into the couch.

"I've been worried sick! You haven't answered any of my calls or texts. I lost you a month ago at that damn club where the hell have you been oh my god! I have the police out looking for you!" Hallie rambled angrily at me, furiously wiping tears from her eyes.

My mother scoffed and put her hands on her hips. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Enough of the dramatics, Hallie. I told you she'd be fine. Probably just pulling a stunt on us, you know how Elle is."

"Actually." Dean interrupted, stepping forward and pulling his wallet from his pocket. "I'm FBI Agent Caplin and this is my partner Agent O'Connell. Police saved your daughter from a kidnapper a few days ago and we were just safely bringing her home."

I smirked impressed at Dean’s quickly thought up lie. Some might call it tasteless but I appreciated it, it was sweet. He didn’t have to do that for me but he did, and I’d definitely owe him later on.

My mother looked absolutely flabbergasted. She opened her mouth to say something but all that came out were stutters. Her face paled out and she looked like she had seen a ghost. "Elle..." she breathed out, not knowing what to say to me. "Did you seriously put yourself in danger like that? How did you let a kidnapped get to you?"

Of course she would say that. Of course it's my fault. I sighed and shrugged. "I don't know mom, maybe I was bored. I think I just got really bored and said you know what I feel like doing today? Getting myself kidnapped."

"Unbelievable." Dean mumbled to himself. He could feel himself getting riled up, not knowing how one person could be so cruel and heartless. He kept thinking to himself how can anybody seriously twist a situation to blame the victim? He was about two seconds from flipping when he felt Sam pinch his arm, silently warning him to keep his cool.

"Right, well we'll be leaving now. We need to finish up the paperwork in our car." Sam told my mother and looked at me.

Take as long as you need, we'll wait for you in the impala. I'm so sorry Elle.

I nodded and he sent me a small smile. He turned around and began pulling Dean out of the house and down the path.

Jack looked at me like he had no idea what to do. I quickly stood up and rushed over to him. I could see the confusion on my mother's face as she looked between me, Jack and Castiel.

"Mom, Dad, Hallie, this is Jack and his father Castiel. Jack's a friend from the college." I introduced them and they received warm welcomes from my mother, something that I was certainly not going to get.

After an hour or so of catching up with my dad and Hallie, Alex came in from his play room. He gravitated towards me, his little 3-year old legs carrying him as fast as they could.

"Elle! Elle!" He lifted his arms up signalling that he wanted me to pick him up. I did so and sat him on my knee. "Where go? Where go?" He lifted his hands up in a questioning manner, it was incredibly cute!

"I've been busy little dude." I told him as he looked up at me with his little blue eyes. "I've missed you pal." I gave him a up and he giggled.

He looked over my shoulder and began waving at Jack. He started trying to jump out of my arms to get to him and I laughed.

"He likes you, Jack." I told the weary angel and he smiled.

"Hi there little human." Jack waved back at Alex innocently. I laughed at how pure the moment was before a thought entered my head. My brother was meeting my brother, but little Alex could never know that.

I could never tell my parents that I was a miracle baby from Lucifer and Lilith to them. How would I even start to explain that? They’d have me in a straight jacket before I could blink.

Alex started crying and my mom took him of off me to give him his pacifier. She bounced him on her hip as she looked at me. "Have you lost weight? You have a bags under your eyes? Oh and chapped lips, come on Elle how much does lip balm cost?"

As my mother began listing my faults I slapped my hands down on my knees and stood up. "Please excuse me for a second."

I hurried passed my mother and up the stairs. I stepped into my old room and ran to my wardrobe. I pulled down the purple suitcase and threw it on my bed.

I ripped all of my clothes out of my wardrobe and threw them onto my bed. Underwear, pyjamas, jeans, skirts, dresses, everything I owned landed on the bed in a massive pile.

I looked at the mess on my desk, before my Crowley instructed kidnapping happened I was on spring break and so brought all of my NYU work home with me. I slid it of the desk into the small trash can, it over flowed and filled up the space beside my bed. I shrugged, I'll finish that at some point.

After throwing everything I wanted to keep onto my bed I looked at it with wide eyes. The mountain of materials made my head ache. No one needs this much crap. I shrugged and began packing. Knowing that the purple case wasn't gonna hold everything I thought for a moment....what if I use my "powers".

I pushed myself up from the ground and lifted my right hand. I envisioned the glowing red powers again and they appeared in my palm. I then imagined one of my t-shirts levitating into my case and sure enough, the red wisps traveled through the air to the garment and put it in my case.

———

Dean was sitting at the wheel looking at the map. The journey home is going to be a long one. A flash of light caught his attention and he looked around, he couldn't see anything. A few seconds later It happened again and he followed the trail of red light.

A window on the Ramsey's second floor was aglow with red energy. He smiled to himself as he saw Elle using her power to pack her suitcase.

"I have a feeling we're gonna be stuck with her for a while, Sammy." Dean said randomly.

Sam furrowed his brows, wondering what on Earth his brother was talking about. Dean nodded to the window and Sam looked up. He looked back down at his dad's journal with a smile.

"We better prepare one of the spare rooms."

Tags: @lilulo-12 @vicmc624

[ohhoneato]

Or ya know, half of the people you knew pass away or get killed (one of them was just stupid). I could name at least 2 people I knew that you could probably find in a news clipping. But instead, I'll tell you about the 2 deaths that impacted me the most, since that feels appropriate for the post.

Sam Brown was a boy I was on swim team with and to be frank, no one liked him. He was in most of the same extracurriculars as me though, so I saw him a lot, especially at our local Comic Book Club. After high school, I saw him a few times there, the guy was horrible though, he had a habit of taking advantage of his wonderfully accepting parents. They would buy him anything he wanted to try and get him to even say he loved them, but it never worked. I only saw all of this because his parents came to swim meets.

Well his parents bought him anything he wanted, and that included guns. He had a huge gun collection that he never brought anywhere, but would always brag about to everyone. One day, or night I should say, he made a really stupid decision. He, for some reason, decided to break into someone's house. They had a gun and that was the end of that. The guy was a weirdly big part of my life, despite hating him, but that's not why he's significant to me. He's significant because his parents held a memorial service for him at our CBC. No one there liked him either, but they supplied food and were the absolute sweetest people on earth. I could have left at any time, but seeing his parents trying so hard and remembering good things from his childhood coaxed me to stay. Who was I to show these parents that their son was unloved? They didn't deserve that, they'd just lost someone precious to them! And that's how I ended up painting almost an entire mural for a guy I didn't even like.

The second person impacted me in a different way.

Christolyn Johnson was 22 years old when she died in her sleep from what I've been told was a brain aneurysm. No one has been straight up with me, so I'm not actually sure of the cause of death. She'd been my best friend since 1st grade (6y/o). We weren't as close as we used to be, but I still considered her my sister. We used to do everything together when we were younger. I got her her first instrument, a red acoustic guitar that she named Johnny. My dad taught her how to play the basics, but she mostly taught herself. The two of us and my brother used to play Guitar Hero on Wii. I had a few distant friends, but she was my entire world.

There were bad times too though. She was the ringleader of her friend group, having everyone gang up on one specific person. I wasn't in this friend group. They'd alienated me a few years before. I tried to though, to tried to push into in. She was the only person I wanted though, I didn't like most of the other people in the friend group. The ganging up got bad enough that I got roped into it and I took the other person's side. She threatened to give me back Johnny. I told her I'd never take him.

After we all graduated though, she tried talking to me again like we used to. She was dating someone from the friend group and his sister had a baby. Then, his sister was killed in a drunk driving accident. And Chrissy was stuck with the kid and her boyfriend. She loved that child to death, she was adorable. Things went on like this until one night, I was scanning through facebook and saw a mutual of ours made a post about someone they were close to dying. I didn't like this person, I was only friends with them because Chrissy was. I had a deep seeded doubt in my mind as I tried to convince myself it couldn't be her, but I was too curious. I looked. And it was. I was so upset I couldn't breathe. I could barely walk, but I had to tell my parents their other little girl was gone. The one they'd raised alongside her own parents. (I accidentally interrupted them having sexy times, but I regret nothing the loud asses).

That was all 2 years ago. I can't just message her old videos we used to watch and get her over exaggerated LOL with a laugh crying emoji anymore. I can't have deep conversations about how I can't do this anymore and she won't be here to comfort me and tell me I can do it. That I'm one of the strongest people she's ever met. I can't give her another hug that she hated so much, but she let us do it because we were her family. I don't get her back. And it hurts. And it's going to keep hurting. The grief still disrupts my life a lot. I regret not being able to stay as close to her, but the more I think about how we were, the angrier I get. Sometimes i wonder if she even actually liked me. Did she even want to be my friend? Or was she stringing me along until she could get rid of me. I'll never know how she felt, despite wanting to so badly, so i can at least have closure.

And that's 2 people who's deaths impacted me, I cried while writing the last one and now I need comfort food, so I'm gonna go gorge myself.

school is weird cus its such a big part of ur life nad then suddenly it is not. its like. ten+ years with roughly the same people and then one day its like ok. see you guys never i guess. and then you never see each other again except for bumping into one of the three people who stayed in your town at the super market every few years and realizing you’ve already completely forgotten the names of all your classmates even though ‘it wasnt that long ago’ but it kind of was that long ago. anyways. see you never i guess