#pinky plays da

[pinkyjulien]

Ayo I gotta say...........

I really like Varric and Cassandra dynamic and how it evolves through the game(s) aahghjjgf

[emmyrosee]

OKAY so i just read your recent dad!suna and i came with this vid right after and i can't help but think about how toddler akito goes mad complaining to suna about reader forgetting to kiss their cute son before going to work 😭

BUT DON'T WRITE IT PLEASE DON'T NO I'LL GNAW YOUR SKIN AND EAT YOUR FLESH

I CANT TELL IF THIS IS A THREAT BUT COME AT ME BC I MUST WRITE IT🤺🤺🤺

———-

There’s a small stomp of a foot behind Rintaro, and for a moment, he pauses his breakfast making, waiting for it to happen again.

And when it does, he chuckles and drops his shoulders, putting down the fruit he was slicing and turning to face the culprit. Akito stands behind him, with his arms crossed over his pajama clad torso, a small grimace painting his small face, and gosh, he looks so much like you when he’s mad, Rintaro can’t help but smirk.

“Something bothering you, sport?” He asks his tiny son, who huffs softly.

“No kiss, dadda,” he grumbles. “Mumma no kiss me. Mean mumma.”

Rintaro pauses, then thinks back to this morning. You’d left earlier than usual, sure, leaving Rintaro to the domestics for the morning, but there’s no doubt in his mind that you had in fact kissed the small boy goodbye, he was just asleep.

“Aw, bud,” he finally says, crouching down to meet his son’s height. He smiles softly, “mumma had to leave early today, she didn’t want to wake you up. I promise you, she gave you a kiss before she left, okay?”

“Liar,” Akito pouts.

Rintaro reels back at his son’s words, only to compose himself and sigh, “I wouldn’t lie to you about that. Besides,” Rintaro smirks, “there’s lipstick on your forehead.”

Akito tilts his head in confusion, so Rintaro turns off the stove and scoops his son into his arms, carrying him to the bathroom to show him that his mother had in fact left evidence of her affection on him.

“See, dude,” he says, jostling his son, gesturing toward the pretty pink stain on his forehead with his pinky. “Mumma always gives you kisses. She always will. I promise.”

“Why you no have kissy mark?” Akito asks, green eyes looking intently over his fathers face. “Mumma no kiss you?”

Rintaro chuckles, “mumma gave me a kiss on the lips today. Like you see us do every morning before I leave, yeah?”

This, has the cogs in Akito’s head turning. He plays with his fingers in thought before grimacing back up at his father, “want kiss on da lips.”

“I can kiss you, if you want a kiss-“

“Not from you,” he says, and Rintaro tries to not feel offended. “From mumma.”

Rintaro drops his head in defeat, not knowing quite how to quell his son’s annoyance, even if the situation is amusing to him.

Guess you’ll just have to give them both a ton of kisses before work now.

He smirks at the idea: oh well.

[madlittlecriminal]

Hi, didn't know if your requests were still open but I was wondering if you could make a one shot for blue beetle. Spoilers but y'know how in the movie Khaji Da blatantly says whatever like emotional thing or physically thing is happening to Jaime? Kinda a one shot with that same concept where Khaji Da keeps telling Jaime what he's feeling or *feeling* towards the reader and the reader like asks Jaime what's up causs he keeps arguing with Khaji Da. It can me suggestive, smutty or fluffy, or all. All up to you! :)

Wing...A.I.? ➜ Jaime Reyes × Female!Reader

lol that end scene made me crack up with jenny

Warnings: friends to lovers, slight angst, smut, dry humping, blue balls/no finish

title is based off 'wingman' but because khaji da is an alien/a.i., it didn't feel right to say that, especially since im 90% sure khaji doesn't have a specific gender

He was annoyed. As much as he loved Khaji Da for being there for him, it was days like these where he would groan and wished he never opened the box.

You had came over since he offered to binge watch the new season of one of the many shows you both watched together.

"I can feel your heartbeat has increased, Jaime." The alien A.I.'s voice echoed through his ear, making him groan. "Not now, Khaji!" He whisper yelled as you were in the kitchen grabbing bottles of water for the both of you. "It only happens when she's around."

"Stop!" You raise a brow as you hand him the bottle of water. "You alright?" He nodded and chugged the water, making you slightly confused. "Uh, okay..." Jaime gave you a forced smile before turning towards the TV and played the show. You rested your head on his shoulder making his breath hitch slightly. "Your breathing has increased, and your heart rate has increased even more." Jaime groaned. "¡Khaji, por favor!" (Khaji, please!) You looked at him, brows furrowed as you tilt your head to the side. "Jaime, what the hell is going on with you and Khaji Da?" He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Nothing..."

You gave him a look he knew too well; it was the look his mom gave him when he was in trouble. "Jaime..." he huffed out a breath and ran his fingers through his curls. "Khaji's been bugging me about...something." You frown. "Obviously, but what?" He sighed. "I can't tell you."

"Liar." Jaime rolls his eyes at their words. "I mean, I could, but I don't...want to tell you." You gasp and rest a hand on his shoulder, feigning shock. "What?" He chuckled, but his breath caught in his throat when your hand trailed down to his bicep. "Your blood is-"

"Shh!" You giggled at him. "What did she say?" He shook his head. "Nothing I don't already know." You sighed. "Just talk to me, Jaime. What's up?" He took a deep breath. "If I tell you, it could change our friendship..." You snort. "Don't tell me another alien A.I. crawled up your butt." He glared at you. "For the last time, it didn't crawl up my butt." You laughed and nod, pulling out your pinky. "I pinky promise it won't change our friendship." He hooked his pinky with yours and gave you a shy smile. "I-I like you, (Y/N)...but more than just a friend."

Your eyes went wide as you looked at him. "Oh." He gulped at your response, but quickly regained his composure when you leaned in. "For how long?" You asked. "For a while now actually..." he admits while his hand reaches over to touch your cheek. "Well, you and me both..." now it was his eyes that widened at your words. "Really?" You nod. "Jaime, just kiss her." Jaime chuckled at Khaji Da's words before leaning in to place a kiss on your lips. You giggled into the kiss before kissing him back. His thumb caressed your cheek as you both got lost into the kiss, your heart racing before you eased your way onto his lap. He moaned into the kiss as his hands trailed down to your hips.

You broke the kiss with a smirk that made him chuckle. "So Khaji Da's your little helper when it comes to relationships?" He laughed. "You could say that." You shook your head with a smile before kissing him again while his hands trailed up and down your sides. Your hands gripped his shirt as your tongue slid across his bottom lip. He opened his mouth, allowing you access and letting your tongues dance along each other. You both let out a satisfied moan before you moved your hips against his. He groaned into the kiss as his hands traveled down to your hips once more. Jaime couldn't help himself as he moved you both so that you were laying on the couch and he was on top of you.

"Are we moving too fast?" He asked against your lips. "We could stop if you want." He shook his head before pecking your lips. "We can keep doing this. I don't mind." You bite your lip as your eyes met his. Jaime moved his hips against yours, causing you to moan. He leaned down and began leaving a trail of kisses on your neck as he continued to grind on you. You tangled your fingers into his curls as you buck your hips against his. He moaned against your neck as he kept going. You were both so close. The moment was right there. He felt it and you felt it.

Then your phone rang, the ringtone that belonged to your mom echoed through the room. "You got to be kidding me." He groaned as he got off of you, letting you go to your phone and answering it. "You're frustrated." He chuckled as he caught his breath. "You have no idea, Khaji."

[hearts4skywalker]

cobra kai dating head canons

masterlist!!

summary: head canons for dating cobra kai characters!!

pairings: you and cobra kai characters (separate)

warnings: no pronouns specified, probs out of character but yk

a/n: new format!!

Miguel Diaz

- biggest golden retriever bf ever ‼️

- he's not SUPER big on pda

- holding pinkies or hugging is the most he'll do in public

- with the occasional kiss on the lips (its a little more than occasionally)

- he's a very private person 🤷‍♀️

- miguel's super big on slumbies

- he's a girls girl

- kisses your knuckles

- your his passenger princess when he gets a car

- hearing "hermosa" 24/7

Robby Keene

- i think he's a black cat a first, but will start to become a golden retriever

- he's a lot more pda than miguel, but not as bad as hawk

- hand holding, hand on your waist, kissing

- you made out in the cobra kai dojo a few times 😔🙏

- he really js uses your name (maybe a little too much...)

- will teach you how to skateboard ‼️

- he's a neat freak. after juvie, everything in his life has to be put together

- you go on family trips 🤭

- you two watched euphoria sunday's together

- denied being in love with you for the longest time until tory said something about it

Samantha LaRusso

- she LOVES playing with your hair

- movie dates are a constant ‼️

- like robby, she also rarely uses pet names

- is VERY quick to defend you

- she needs reassurance. i can picture you and tory being super close and she just needs you to tell her that nothing is going on between you too.

- she makes you those baskets for every occasion (boo, burr, etc.)

- like a good amount of pda, she'll hold your hand, kiss your cheek but thats about it

- my sweet girl thinks the bare minimum is love 😔

- she definitely sends you encouraging messages everyday

- chick flic queen 🙌

Hawk (Eli) Moskowitz

- PDA ‼️‼️

- hand on your waist (sometimes ur ass 👀) kissing you at all times

- he had a crush on you before he even became hawk

- got a tattoo for you

- he loves buying you stuff, it's his love language

- skips half of his classes just to see you 😭

- if you date long enough, he'll trust you enough to dye his hair

- going with that, you're the only person who has seen the hawk down and not covered in hair spray

- his closet is your closet (hear me out bc he has some cute clothes guys ‼️)

- he uses babe and baby, but thats about it yk?

Demetri Alexopoulos

- like sam, he also needs to be reassured 24/7

- he genuinely thought you were messing with him when you said yes to dating

- you guys have star wars / lord of the rings marathons once a month

- offers to do your homework for you

- if you have a hobby or sport besides karate, he makes it a point to be there for every practice and comp

- not surprisingly, he's like hawk. he'll make out with you anywhere, hold your hand, kiss you on the lips. i mean bro gives no fucks ‼️

- the first person he told when you two started dating was actually sam

- i think demetri is super considerate of your needs. like if you have a bad day, he just lays down and runs his fingers through your hair

- he's probably the best to date out of the whole show

- i think he just uses a nickname for you. he doesn't really like "baby" or "babe" or just any pet name

Tory Nichols

- black cat gf ‼️

- she's super big on communication

- dislikes pet names with a passion

- she also thinks the bare minimum is love (my poor girls ☹️)

- holds your hand and will kiss your cheek

- her brother absolutely loves you

- YOU ALSO WATCHED EUPHORIA SUNDAYS.

- bandaging any wounds she gets during training or in fights

- if you dated while her and sam were fighting 24/7, you've had to deescalate fights before

- kim da-eun and you have mad beef.

Anthony LaRusso

- not so secret secret nerd

- you two were bio partners and he had a crush on you the second you were nice to him

- you play with his hair while he plays video games

- he holds your hand and will MAYBE kiss you

- he needs that reassurance (maybe its a larusso thing)

- you are constantly arguing with daniel over how he treats ant

- you two watch movies 24/7

- always partnering up for everything (karate sparing, bio projects)

- anthony, you, and robby are an ICONIC trio

- you defend him and he defends you ‼️

- youre the only one who knows how much his dad upsets him

- over all just such a sweet boy who's gone through it

[westanthewaterman]

Tomorrow, Tonight - Damien x F!DA/Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 1700+

Contents: public sex, semi-public sex, fingering, drunk sex, drinking, brief mention of a gunshot, dubious consent (sexual acts in front of others who are unaware the acts are taking place [Marc probably knows though]), porn with plot

AN: I hecking love plot. This fic was inspired by my Kinktober #8 entry which you can find here.

This fic is a prequel to 'Feel You' but can be read standalone.

Fic Masterlist - Find it on AO3

The manors’ residents have all retired after a bodacious night of reverie. Drink and merriment were shared freely among old friends as they celebrated their reunion. Years of tension and grudges melted away as the night went on, momentarily forgotten by all but one.

The house is quiet, or rather,  almost quiet. Faint noises can be heard; soft groans, whispered words, and the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin. Two of the manors’ inhabitants remain wide awake. Downstairs in the lounge, the city’s Mayor and the newly elected District Attorney find themselves lost in the throes of passion.

You’re not sure how you got into this situation, bent over the poker table while Damien drives his cock into you over and over again with fervor. The night had gone well; you’d mingled with old friends, catching up over Poker and drinking games. It was just like old times, before everything went wrong. And just like old times, you'd felt Damien’s eyes on you since the moment you'd stepped foot in the manor.

~

“It’s good to see you, old friend. I must congratulate you on your new position.”

He took your hand, kissing it and giving you that dashing smile of his, the one you knew all too well.

“You look beautiful.”

It was easy at first to ignore his flirtation, to smile and roll your eyes as if he was just teasing you. But there had been a magnetic attraction between the two of you since you’d met back in college, and you felt its pull grow stronger as the night went on. You’d tried to ignore it, to remind yourself why the two of you could never work, why you had left, but every drink softened your usually sharp mind.

Damien fared no better, the alcohol loosening his lips and dulling his sensibilities. The two of you slowly navigated towards each other, always within arm’s reach, steadily moving closer and closer.

Your resolve, hung by a thread,  finally snapped late in the night. It was after the third or fourth round of shots. Damien and Marc sat out for the round (Although you couldn’t recall seeing Marc have a single drink the entire night), leaving you, Abe, and William. With the edge of the shot glass between your teeth, you tipped your head back too hastily, rivulets of tequila spilling down your front, dripping over your collarbones and into the hint of cleavage peeking out of your dress. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and set the glass down, meeting Damien’s gaze from across the room.

His deep brown eyes were almost black with how blown wide his pupils were, and the hungry look on his face sent electricity zipping up your spine. He raised an eyebrow at you, tongue swiping over his bottom lip, and you threw caution to the wind.

It didn’t take long after that for you to end up in Damien’s lap for the next round of Poker. Abe cracked a joke, and William teasingly offered the detective a place on his lap, to which Abe threatened to shoot the Colonel. Marc gave you a knowing smirk, but there was something in his eyes, a twinge of emotion you were too inebriated to decipher.

Damien’s hand slipped under your dress while the five of you played, inching higher and higher up your leg. He dug his fingers into the soft skin of your thigh, pinky tracing over the heat between your legs and you yelped, drawing all attention to you. Your addled brain came up with some excuse to satisfy the others. All the while, Damien smirked against the back of your head and slipped his fingers into your underwear to rub lazy circles over your clit.

You had your first orgasm of the night like that, hiding your face behind your hand of cards while Damien worked you open on his fingers. When the game ended, the other three men made an excursion to the kitchen for more hors d’oeuvres.

“It’s been too long, my love.” Damien whispered in your ear. “So desperate for release, you’d have me fuck you open with my fingers in front of our dear friends. Who knew the District Attorney could be so obscene?”

Before you could respond, Damien slipped his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to suck your release off them. You burned with shame, but god if it didn’t get you hot.

The rest of the night went by in a flurry of music and laughter. Damien continued to tease you until you felt about ready to explode. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, Marc announced he would be retiring for the night and the other two men followed suit. You and Damien waved them off as they went up the stairs, explaining you were going to catch up a little before heading to bed yourselves.  

It took all of two seconds for you to end up straddled across Damien’s thick thighs. One of his hands was in your hair while the other was planted firmly on your hip as he licked a broad stripe up over your collarbones and to your neck where he started nibbling a mark into your skin.

“I never stopped wanting you, dear heart, never.”

“Damien-“

“Tomorrow, I want to prove to you that I’ve changed, that I can be the man you married, but tonight I need to feel you.”

~

“Damien,” you mewl softly, scraping your nails over the poker table’s felted surface.

“That’s it, my love, let me hear how good I make you feel.”

“Someone’s going to hear us and come downstairs.”

You can feel the way he smirks against your shoulder, never stopping the frantic thrusts of his hips.

“Funny, you didn’t seem to mind an audience earlier.”

“That was diff-”

Damien’s fingers rub harsh circles over your clit, and you cut yourself off with a moan.

“Fuck.”

“What foul language. Are you already so far gone, dear heart?”

“D-Damien.”

He moans at the way you clench around him. “Oh, my darling, how I’ve missed this. You were made to take my cock. Did you miss this? Did you miss me?”

Groaning, you nod the best you can. It’s been five years since the two of you separated, five years without feeling him fill you.

“Please Damien.”

“Please what, dear heart? Tell me what you want.”

“I want,” You gasp at a particularly rough thrust of his hips. “I want to cum, I’m so close.”

“I want nothing more than to feel you cum around me. But I need something from you first, my love.”

You whine helplessly.

“Shh, there’s no need to fret. I ask only one thing of you.” Damien pauses his thrusts, cupping the side of your face and turning your head towards him. “Say you’ll be mine.”

“Damien, I…you know I can’t do that. I-It’s been so long.”

“Then tell me you don’t love me anymore. Tell me and tomorrow we’ll act like this never happened.”

You open your mouth to respond, but you’re silent. Staring into his deep brown eyes, feeling his warmth pressed against you, filling you, you can’t find the words. You’re overcome with emotions, grief, fear, anger, hope…love. You love him. God, you’ve never stopped loving him, even after all this time, despite all that you’d been through.

“I-I can’t.”

Damien kisses you with a ferocity and a passion that is unmatched by anything you’ve ever felt. You grab his hair, giving as good as you get, moaning when he snakes his tongue into your mouth. Damien resumes his pace, slamming his cock into you, frantically chasing your release.

“Please, dear heart.”

The sound of his deep voice moaning in your ear sends you closer and closer to your release. You nod frantically.

“I’m yours, Damien. I’ve never stopped being yours. My heart belongs to you.”

He groans. “God, I’ve ached to hear you say that.”

“Do you…still love me?”

“Yes, dear heart. I love you more than words could ever express, nothing could ever change that, not time, not distance, not even death. You are mine and I am yours.”

Tears sting at your eyes and you don’t know what’s causing them, whether it’s the flood of emotions or the frantic pulse of your orgasm as it draws closer.

“Damien, I’m-”

“I know, so am I. I want you to cum with me, dear heart.”

His fingers returning to rub over your clit sends you careening over the edge. You arch your back, resting your head back against his chest and digging your nails into his shoulders. Damien grins down at you, his thrusts never faltering.

“That’s it. Cum for me, darling, say my name. I want the whole world to know you’re mine.”

You moan his name, not even attempting to remain quiet as waves of pleasure wash over you. Damien follows close behind, hips stilling inside you as he groans your name low in your ear. You feel the warmth as he finishes inside you, drawing out your orgasm.

As the two of you come down from your high, Damien tucks himself back into his pants. He scoops you up into his arms and heads upstairs. You rest your head on his shoulder and trace your fingers over the buttons of his dress shirt.

“I missed you.”

He pets your hair. “I missed you too.”

“We have a lot to talk about”

“I know, dear heart, but there’ll be plenty of time to discuss it all tomorrow. Tonight, just let me feel you.”

The two of you climb into bed, curling up in each other’s arms. Being with him like this feels like coming home after a long time away. You don’t know how you went so long without him beside you, and you can’t imagine ever being apart again. Upstairs in one of the guest bedrooms, the Mayor and the District Attorney drift off to sleep.

The house is quiet, or rather almost quiet. Outside lightning flashes across the sky and thunder cracks like a whip. Two of the manor’s inhabitants remain wide awake. Downstairs in the wine cellar, the Actor and the Colonel play a little game. A gunshot rings out, masked by another boom of thunder.

One of the manor’s inhabitants remain wide awake.

[naturesapphic]

Heyyyy I love ur stories so much!! I was wondering is u could do a story where Zoe is « babysitting » us I say babysitting but Billie is there too so we’re mainly chilling

Not really in little space but still really childish!!

Babysitter Zoe

Billie eilish x (kinda?)little!fem!reader, babysitter!zoe x (kinda)little!fem!reader (platonic), billie eilish x babysitter!zoe (platonic)

Warnings: in and out age regression, fluff

“Okay my love, Zoe is gonna be with you while I go downstairs in the basement to work. You’ll be a good girl right?” Billie said, crouching down to your level as she gives you a gentle smile. “I pinky promises mommy I bes da goodest girl!” You said happily as you stuck your pinkie out to her. Billie giggles and wraps her own pinkie srojnd yours before leaning down to kiss it softly.

“You be good now for Zoe okay? I won’t be long and then I’ll come back up and we can battle it out on uno okay?” Billie says smiling and you nodded your head fast. You watched as Billie went downstairs to the basement while you and Zoe went into the living room to do some stuff. The two of you were sitting on the couch watching your favorite cartoons when you kinda got out of your headspace. This has been happening on and off for a few days and you didn’t exactly know why.

You’ll be regressed for a bit then out then in, it’s really confusing you. Sometimes you’ll be in the middle where you’re not fully regressed too. You grabbed the remote and turned on one of your favorite shows that you watched when you are out of your headspace and Zoe gave you a confused look. “I got out of my headspace again…” you sheepishly said and Zoe nodded in understanding. “That’s okay.” She reassured you and you gave her a little smile in return.

~ a few hours later ~

It’s been a couple hours later and you’ve been in the middle where you are out of your headspace but still kinda acting childish which Zoe said was completely fine and you didn’t have to worry about it. You heard the door of the basement being opening and you jumped up to see billie coming into the living room where the two of you were. “Billie!” You ran up to her and jumped in her arms. She giggled and caught you effortlessly, spinning you around a bit before putting you back on your feet.

“What did y’all do while I was working?” She asked the two of you and Zoe let you talk first. You told her that y’all watched movies, played some of your favorite board games, made some lunch, and watched some funny YouTube videos. “Oh wow! That sounded like fun baby!” Billie exclaimed excitedly which made you blush. “Now…why don’t we play some uno hm?” Billie suggested and a big grin appears on your face.

You nodded your head fast and sprung off the couch to go the cabinet in the living room where the cards and other board games were. You found the pack of uno cards and brought the box out as you head back over to Billie and Zoe. For the next few hours until it turned dark, the three of you played competitive uno that left all of wore out but it was fun nonetheless. Since it turned dark, it was time for Zoe to leave which made you sad but she said she would be back soon and that y’all will have a rematch. The two of you thanked her for coming and watching over you to which she said she will gladly do it again.

A/n: wasnt sure how to end this but I wanted to post something for y’all so thank you anon for the request! I hope you and everyone else liked it! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love yall! :)

[villain-menagerie]

Honestly, the most red flag thing isn't even the trailer or name change, but the tryhard overpositivity over smallest things

It reminds me of so many bad games and movies where creators knew the product was shit but still had to sell it so they overhyped it so much it's almost comical (Lion King remake, Alien Marines game, Dragon Age 2, etc... "Wha Happen" and a lot of other YouTube documenatires really showed me how common it is)

"it's about the team!! You'll see it when you meet them!! It's such a focus on team!! It's special!!! We pinky swear guys :))))))"

Okay, you changed the name, whatever, you could've just said it's a creative decision or better marketability or whatever, I wouldn't give half of a thought to name change I do now if Bioware wasn't bringing extra attention to it

If I wanted to bring up the real issue with name change is that it's an indicator that the development was so bad that they had no idea what game was gonna be called (and about) till last second since they changed their tune from "it's about Solas!!!" to "actually Solas isn't the main part of it" pretty late

"the best companions of the entire series!!! trust us!!!"

Okay, companions look alright, but what's with the constant insistence that these are "the best companions of the entire series" and that they have "unique stories, abilities and choices" that affect them??? Did old companions not have "unique stories" and abilities that affect them????

Why not just say sth about "continuing Bioware's legacy of writing strong, compelling and memorable" companions with "fun combat abilities"????? Why insult previous companions by implying they're not as good????? Is this the same "Hawke is the most important person in Dragon Age history" they did before DA2 came out when they tried to make DA Shepard... right after DA:O when the Warden was clearly true "Shepard" of the series???

"Everyone who worked on this game feels like this is the best game we ever made and we're super excited to see you play it I swear guys plz :))))))) everyone loves it!!!!!"

Half of ppl who worked on this game got tossed by the company like trash and you expect me to care about game testers opinions???? Same game testers and insiders who wouldn't criticize Bioware or game for fear of getting blocked by Bioware/EA??? DA2 was also called "evolution of the series" and see how that came out. It's almost like they're trying to sell us sth...

[kanmom51]

JK Incheon airport 12 July 2023

Our sweetheart Kookie left for NY.

Can anyone be ANY more adorable than this man?????

Can they?

Be any more adorable?

I just adore him.

And another angle.

*Side note: Those pants seem to be a little big on him. Kind of like given to him to walk through the airport without proper fitting, long tracksuit even though it's summer and hot. Do we smell an ambassadorship in the air?

He's happy. He's hyped.

Black N' White as usual with great pics.

And yeah, how can I post about JK at the airport today without talking about...ta da da... THE RING?

It's a little hard to see the details on that ring in this pic.

Let's find a better one.

A little better, but not good enough yet.

Soooo much better.

Side tracked for a second here, but that JM looks darker again. Just saying.

Do we have an even better pic?

And I mean, not an edited one like this one:

Look, I know people (cult) are talking about this ring being the Chanel Wooga squad ring. They want it to be that ring so so bad they literally edited it onto JK's finger.

I personally do not think it's that ring.

Let's start with:

If you have to edit the ring onto JK's finger then it probably ain't the ring you want it to be.

The grooving on the ring just doesn't look the same to me.

Also, Wooga, they wear the ring on their index finger, friendship and stuff.

JK has the ring on his pinky. And it's not like this is an index ring, it's smaller. You know, like the kind that would fit a certain someone that has cute smol (yes I know that's not how you write small, it's just cute) handsies.

Also, exact fit. Definitley not an index finger ring just moved to the pinky.

Remember this?

Oh, and there is this too:

Another option:

Option 3?

Although the grooves on the ring look more like the first JM ring option (the ring from the Samsung ad) than the second option or the third.

In any case, I guess Jenni saw the talk, cause girl, she fought right back.

Oopsy to all the cult fuckers. Cos play you say? Well folks, fuck off into your dream land, cause Jenni is on the block...

Oh, and also posting this:

Done and dusted.

Omg, and this is so cute, lol.

A few more hours to the teaser...

See you on the other side.

[onboardsorasora]

Max putting on a random f1 race because Daniel loves racing and not realizing that it’s from a season Daniel raced in so like maybe end of 2011

And baby Daniel is just like “is that me??” all wide eyed and shocked

Another pair that just proves that we all share the same brain and I love that for us!!!!

De-Aged Daniel | De-Aged Daniel Pt2 | De-Aged Daniel Pt3 | De-Aged Daniel Pt 4 | De- Aged Daniel Pt 5 | De-Aged Daniel Part 6 | De-Aged Daniel Part 7 | De-Aged Daniel Part 8

“Do you want to watch a race?” Max looked over from where he was cutting bits of apples and watermelons into shapes. He remembered how much Luka and Lio enjoyed the snack. 

Little Daniel looked up from where he was colouring at the countertop– Max had worried it was too high but Little Daniel had begged to watch him and pinky promised to be still. So far he had been truthful. “Can we wash one of- of RedBull?” Little Daniel asked sweetly, his big eyes trained on Max’s.

Max bit back his smirk, satisfied that he had officially won the war against Ferrari. Little Daniel hadn’t wanted to take the race suit off and it took calling up Grace to get a promise out of him to wear other clothes. The other clothes in question ended up being versions of RedBull tshirts. Max wasn’t complaining, navy always looked good on Daniel.

“Of course we can.” Max cleaned up his workstation and lifted Little Daniel in his arms. Little Daniel clutched at his colouring supplies and giggled when Max made a show of slowly bending over to grab his fruits. 

They settled in front of the television, Little Daniel munched on his fruits and continued to colour his race car while Max chose a race for them to watch. 

Little Daniel watched rapt as the race started, before running around the living room– zooming and vrooming as he mimicked the cars going around the corners. There was a crash on the screen and Little Daniel gasped before covering his mouth.

“Oh!!!” He looked over at Max in shock, pointing to the chaos on the screen. “Maxy they cwash!”

“They did!” Max gasped exaggeratedly, watching as the marshalls pushed the cars off track. He remembered the race well, remembered how ready he was to get going again.

As Max anticipated, it was simply impossible to keep Little Daniel’s attention on the race for its entirety, so he helped him colour and gave him piggyback rides, pretending to be the RB19 flying past all the other cars on the grid.

Little Daniel giggled loudly, shrieking when Max started to spin after ‘clipping a barrier’. They played until Little Daniel yawned and fell asleep against Max’s side. Max tucked his hair behind his ears and let the commentary continue to wash over him.

Little Daniel awoke slowly, scrubbing at his eyes while he stretched.

“Would you like some water?” Max asked, looking over from his phone. He felt Little Daniel’s face brush his arm as he nodded.

“Yes pwease.” His accent was rounder while his tongue was heavy with sleep. Max made a soft noise before standing from the couch to get the requested water.

He walked back into the living room to see Little Daniel staring intently at the tv. The podium ceremony had started and Max watched as a younger version of himself and an older one of Daniel giggle with each other. He watched Little Daniel’s face to see if there was anything, any recognition.

“Maxy das you!” Little Daniel looked back at him, pointing to the screen excitedly and Young Max collected his P2 trophy. Little Daniel watched quietly as Older Daniel accepted his P1 and lifted it into the air, he bit his little palm.

“Whose that?” Max asked softly, pausing the screen on Older Daniel’s face. He knelt by the couch to be closer to Little Daniel’s eyeline.

“Das.. me?” Little Daniel asked barely looking away from the screen to look at Max who nodded. 

“That’s you.” Max confirmed. Little Daniel watched the screen a little bit longer and Max wondered what was going on in his head, he began twisting his hands together. “You won the race.”

“I won?” Little Daniel’s eyes widened impossibly, his mouth dropped open in shock.

“You were the fastest.” Max nodded, Little Daniel looked over at him in awe.

“I was da fastest.” His lips pulled backwards in a wide grin. “I WAS DA FASTESTS!” Little Daniel started zooming around the room, screaming his vrooming revs. Max grinned happily, there was no greater feeling than this.

[pinkyjulien]

Lost Elf still has such a GRIP ON MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

THEY POPED THE FUCK OFF WITH THAT ONE FR

[avengersfantasies]

A Night With Him in Bucharest - 10

Summary: Having another baby isn't as easy this time around.

Taglist (people who asked and that I think may be interested): 

@pattiemac1 @justsebstan @crist1216 @kandis-mom @winterslove1917 @lady-loki-barnes-djarin @vonalyn @gojoismysensei @mavrellover91 @natashasilverfox @ilovetaquitosmmmm

Bucky has a Tumblr! @bucharestbuckybarnes

“Dammit,” you sighed – looking at the negative pregnancy test in your hands. You walked out of the bathroom and over to Bucky, who was laying in bed on his laptop. The sad look on your face told him all he needed to know, and he moved his laptop to the nightstand.

            “Come here, baby girl,” he said with his arms open. You fell into his arms and soft sniffles came from you. “It’s okay, love.” He rubbed your back gently.

“What’re we doing wrong?” you asked him – feeling depressed and defeated.

“We aren’t doing anything wrong, doll,” he assured you – kissing the top of your head softly. “It just takes time…timing has to be right.”

“What if it never happens?” you asked. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “What if we can’t have another?”

His hands gently held your face. “Don’t think like that, baby…It’ll happen when the time is right…Until then, we’ll keep trying.”

“You promise?”

Bucky held out his pinky for you to hook yours on. “I pinky promise.”

You hooked your pinky with his, and a small smile appeared on your face before Bucky leaned forward and captured your lips with his.

            Three months. It had been three months since you and Bucky started trying for another baby, and so far, nothing had happened. Your period had been late a month ago, and the two of you got excited, but it turned out to be an irregular period. You were getting depressed, and it was noticed by the littlest member of the family.

            “Daddy?” James called out to Bucky as he sat in the living room and watched tv with him.

            “Yeah, buddy?”

“Why momma sad?” the toddler asked. “Is okay?”

Bucky gave the little boy a soft smile. “Momma and I are having a hard time with getting the baby.”

The three-year-old cocked his head at his dad. “What dat mean?”

Bucky put the little boy in his lap and brushed his long hair from his face. “Well, buddy,” he began, “a baby has to be made.” James raised an eyebrow – the look of confusion making Bucky chuckle. “Momma and I have to make the baby, but it has to be the right timing.”

“Like a cake?”

“Exactly!” Bucky smiled.

“Well, why it so hard?”

“Because sometimes the timing isn’t right, buddy,” he explained, “but, we are going to go see a special doctor that can tell us when that right timing is.”

            You could hear your boys talking out in the living room, and the one thing you needed at the moment was their hugs and kisses. You pulled yourself out of the bedroom and made your way out into the room with Bucky’s soft, red robe wrapped around your body. You caught Bucky’s attention, and he flashed you a gentle smile.

“Momma!” James squealed and moved over so you could sit in between them.

            “Hey buddy,” you smiled softly and kissed his head. “You and daddy talking?”

James nodded. “’Bout da baby.”

“Told him that we’ll figure it out,” Bucky told you. “Which we will, okay?”

You nodded sadly, and James wrapped his little arms around you. “It otay, momma. You and daddy make baby ‘oon.”

Your eyes widened as you looked over at Bucky – unsure of what he had told the toddler. But you let it go – holding your little boy as close and tight as you could. “I love you, buddy,” you said with a kiss on his cheek.

“Lobe you momma,” he replied – giving you a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

You smiled over at Bucky and saw the teary smile on his face. “Hey buddy, give daddy a big kiss!”

James turned to look at his dad and quickly hugged him – kissing him on his cheek and giggling when Bucky started tickling the little boy. Watching your boys play and hearing their laughter filled your heart with joy, and it made you want to add that new family member more than anything.

            You and Bucky sat quietly in the car. The news you had gotten from the doctor was not the news either of you wanted. Tears ran down your face, and Bucky tried his hardest to come up with something to say that’d make you feel better.

            “We will figure this out, sweetheart,” he said, his voice soft yet serious. He gently grabbed your hand with his. “There’s no such thing as never.”

            “You heard what Dr. Alikson said,” you scoffed. “The serum is unlikely to come together again on that kind of molecular level.”

“Unlikely doesn’t mean impossible,” Bucky stressed. “There is a way, and we will find it.”

You looked to him with tear-stained cheeks. “How?”

“I’ll contact Banner,” Bucky suggested. “He may have a way to help us.”

You nodded and sniffled – holding onto his hand tightly as he drove the two of you back home.

[luellasplanet]

labyrinth. (jule brand)

word count: 984

based on taylor swift’s song ‘labyrinth’

in which you leave jule behind in wolfsburg causing unwanted feelings to erupt on the surface

There she was in all her glory, she made no effort to approach you, she merely glanced down at you before turning her gaze to the floor. She’d always been the shyer one out of the two of you, but it felt like an eternity since you last saw her gaze upon your face, but in reality it had been two months since the last time you saw her eyes glance over your features.

There was no time to dwell on the nonexistent interaction as Klara and Sydney stole your attention away as they started asking you about the new club experience.

It was your first time playing at a club that was outside of Germany. So everyone was dying to know about your new life in England.

When you were fifteen and nothing more than friends, you and Jule made a pact that neither of you play for a different club than the other person. Of course that was super unethical, but pinky promises aren’t meant to be broken.

It was meant to be a given when Wolfsburg offered both you and Jule contracts, but it wasn’t that simple. Manchester City had offered you an unbelievable offer. Playing for the blue side of Manchester would be a dream come true, it was an opportunity to step out of your comfort zone and gain new experiences and skills.

Jule had signed the contract with Wolfsburg before you even had the opportunity to speak to her about moving to England.

That night in your shared apartment you told the blonde that you would be moving and no matter how much you apologised or promised that nothing would change in the ‘friendship,’ you knew that you would be breaking another promise.

Everything changed, the atmosphere in the apartment, your connection on the pitch and even off the pitch the two of you would get into arguments over the slightest things. “Vielleicht ist es gut, dass ich nach England ziehe!” (maybe it’s a good thing that i’m moving to england!) you sigh as yet again you found yourself picking a fight with Jule after she forgot to do the dishes after dinner. Looking up from her phone the taller girl glances over to you with a frown on her face, “das meinst du nicht so, und du weißt es.” (you don’t mean that, and you know it.)

“Du gehst in fünf tagen. Können wir bitte einfach aufhören zu streiten?” (you leave in five days. can we just stop arguing please?) You merely nod your head in response before turning around to do the dishes that she had indeed forgotten to clean after dinner.

That night you felt tears prick in the corners of your eyes as you slowly started taking all your photos off the walls. Your room felt bare, empty and cold as you looked around. Only your bed and your desk remained in your room, there were only two photos left on your desk. One of you and Jule from when you were younger and a team photo from your last game with your childhood club.

Staring up at the ceiling the tears slowly began to fall as they hit your pillow, the coldness of your room had started to affect your bed. The once warm and comforting mattress felt like a pile of bricks as you tossed and turned. All night long.

it only hurts this much right now

Your pointless arguments long forgotten as the blonde holds you tightly in her arms, your flight was due to leave in an hour and you hadn’t even gone through security yet.

She places a kiss atop your head before you pull away from her warm embrace. You use the pads of your thumbs to wipe away the tears on her face, “Wir sehen uns in zwei Monaten. Ich rufe dich an, sobald ich gelandet bin, versprochen. Ich liebe dich, J, für immer und ewig.” (i’ll see you in two months. i’ll call you as soon as i land, i promise. i love you, j, forever and always)

The minute your plane landed you picked up your phone instantly messaging the blonde. She called you the minute she saw your message.

The calls were extremely frequent at first. Until they weren’t, they had turned from everyday, to every other day, to once a week, to never.

You missed seeing her smile when she told you about her day, her eyes that would look at you as if you could give her the whole world when you said “ich liebe dich.” (i love you.)

But now she was standing not even four feet away from you not trying to engage in a conversation with you, or even look at you.

Of course, your luck meant that you and Jule would be sharing a room during the national camp. When you walked into the shared hotel room she was already there, but this time she decided that talking to you was the only reasonable option. You would be sharing a room for two weeks so avoidance was not the way to go about the situation.

Over the two weeks the pair of you had found which conversation topics you needed to avoid and what conversations brought awkward silence.

But none of that mattered as it was the final night of camp. The final night of camp the two of you later in bed together watching a movie. Her hand squeezed yours ever so tightly when a scary scene would pop up. Her hand was still laced with yours as she lay sleeping sound besides you,

Your best friend meant more to you than you would ever realise.

uh oh, i'm falling in love. oh no, i'm falling in love again

[buriedbybooks]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because I've already done it). Spread the self-love 💙💙

Thank you for the ask @jayswing101!!

I'm having a hard time with this one, so here's a smattering.

Tradition: Five times Parker tries to understand why people believe what they believe (and do what they do), and what she decides to take from it. This is still one of my favorite Leverage fic that I've ever written. It was one of the ones that I felt fit together really well, and it was also wonderful to find that the headcanon the entire fic was based on was written into canon in Leverage: Redemption.

Living Well: Eliot witnesses an unusual confrontation between his employer and a conman. My first ever crossover fic. It starts the Leverage-Warehouse 13 crossovers and was an absolute romp to write.

La gou gou: Five times Da Qing makes Shen Wei pinky swear and the one time Zhao Yunlan catches them at it. My first time really focusing on this dynamic in Guardian, and I had such fun with it. (and yes, it's another 5+1, how did you guess XD )

Negotiating Perspectives: Exploration of the changing relationship between Yè Zūn and Jiājiā after their first encounter when Yè Zūn returns to Haixing post-canon. The story is told from both points of view. I saw the cut scene from Guardian (yes, *that* one) and immediately needed to play in that sandbox. I wanted to see what would happen if they both survived in some fix-it universe.

A Slipper Lost in the Night: Chéng Xīnyán gets Shěn Wēi to express more of himself. He sees a familiar face and hijinks ensue. This AU has been the furthest outside of my comfort zone. It has been a joy to work on and stretched me as a writer.

Tagging: @eirenical, @piyo-13, @sasamelons, @parrishsrubberplant, @mockedspace

[westanthewaterman]

Kikntober 2024 - 9/31

Pairing: Damien x F!DA/Reader

Kink: Public sex

Contents: Fingering, Alcohol, Public Sex, Dubious Consent (sexual acts in front of others who are unaware the acts are taking place [well Marc probably knows])

AN: This entry inspired my fic 'Tomorrow, Tonight'

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist - Find it on AO3 - Fic Masterlist

It didn’t take long for you to end up in Damien’s lap for the next round of Poker. Abe cracked a joke, and William teasingly offered the detective a place on his lap, to which Abe threatened to shoot the Colonel. Marc gave you a knowing smirk, but there was something in his eyes, a twinge of emotion you were too inebriated to decipher.

Damien’s hand slipped under your dress while the five of you played, inching higher and higher up your leg. He dug his fingers into the soft skin of your thigh, pinky tracing over the heat between your legs and you yelped, drawing all attention to you. Your addled brain came up with some excuse to satisfy the others. All the while, Damien smirked against the back of your head and slipped his fingers into your underwear to rub lazy circles over your clit.

You had your first orgasm of the night like that, hiding your face behind your hand of cards while Damien worked you open on his fingers. When the game ended, the other three men made an excursion to the kitchen for more hors d’oeuvres.

“It’s been too long, my love.” Damien whispered in your ear. “So desperate for release, you’d have me fuck you open with my fingers in front of our dear friends. Who knew the District Attorney could be so obscene?”

Before you could respond, Damien slipped his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to suck your release off them. You burned with shame, but god if it didn’t get you hot.

[hybeboyenthusisast]

masterlist

PROMISE Members Profile

PROMISE, also known as PRMSE, is a 5-member girl group formed by ABX Productions. The group consists of: Yue, Chae, Rae, Yn, and Lizi. They debuted on November 20th, 2023 with the extended play, 'ONLY'.

PROMISE Fandom Name: Pinky/Pinkies (Pinky Promise)

PROMISE Fandom Colors: unannounced

PROMISE Offical Logo:

PROMISE Current Dorm Arrangement (November 2023): Yue (single room), Chae and Rae, Yn and Lizi

PROMISE Official Accounts:

Website: ABXPD | PRMSE Instagram: abx_prmse Twitter: promiseofficial Tiktok: promiseofficial Youtube: PROMISE OFFICIAL Weverse: PRMSE

PROMISE Members Profile:

Yue

Stage Name: Yue

Birth Name: Kim Yue

English Name: Veronica Kim

Position: Leader, Main Vocalist, Lead Dancer

Birthday: April 27th, 2000

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Height: 170 cm (5 ft 7 in)

Weight: -

Blood Type: A

MBTI: ENTJ

Nationality: Korean

Yue Facts:

She was born and raised in Gimhae, South Korea.

She's been playing the piano since she was a child.

She has one older sister and one younger brother.

She had the longest trainee period before debut (2 years and 9 months).

Chae

Stage Name: Chae

Birth Name: Shin Chae

English Name: Chelsea Shin

Position: Lead Dancer, Sub Vocalist, Center

Birthday: October 11th, 1999

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Height: 166 cm (5 ft 5 in)

Weight: -

Blood Type: B

MBTI: ESFJ

Nationality: Korean

Chae Facts:

She is an only child.

She is fluent in Japanese and is learning English.

She was a trainee for 1 year, 7 months.

Her favorite color is blue.

If she were not an idol, she would be pursuing photography as a career.

The members she is closest to are Yue and Rae.

Rae

Stage Name: Rae

Birth Name: Kim Rae

English Name: Riley Kim

Position: Main Rapper, Lead Dancer, Sub Vocalist

Birthday: December 2nd, 2002

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Height: 164 cm (5 ft 4 in)

Weight: -

Blood Type: B

MBTI: ENFP

Nationality: Korean

Rae Facts:

She was born and raised in Busan, South Korea.

She is a night owl.

Her favorite season is winter.

She was a trainee for 2 years, 3 months.

She is the loudest member, according to Chae.

Her hobby is sleeping.

Yn

Stage Name: Y/N

Birth Name: Park Min Jung

English Name: Y/N Park

Position: Main Dancer, Lead Vocalist, Sub Rapper

Birthday: June 19th, 2003

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Height: 167 cm (5 ft 6 in)

Weight: -

Blood Type: A

MBTI: INFP

Nationality: Korean

Yn Facts:

She posted dance covers on YouTube for 2 years before she became a trainee.

Her most viewed video was a cover of TXT's '0X1=LOVESONG (I Know I Love You) feat Seori'.

Her first video was of TXT's 'Crown', her last dance cover was of Kep1er's 'WA DA DA'. Her final video on her channel was her announcement that she had become a trainee and would no longer post videos.

She has stated in one of her YouTube videos that she is childhood friends with an idol.

Her approximate trainee period is 2 years, 2 months.

Due to her YouTube channel, she is the member with the most known information about.

She is closest with Lizi and they often celebrate their birthdays together.

She is fluent in English and Chinese.

Lizi

Stage Name: Lizi

Birth Name: Yang Hyeji

English Name: Elizabeth Yang

Position: Main Vocalist, Sub Rapper, Visual, Maknae

Birthday: June 23rd, 2003

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Height: 162 cm (5 ft 3 in)

Weight: -

Blood Type: AB

MBTI: ISFJ

Nationality: Korean

Lizi Facts:

She came up with the fandom name.

She loves to paint.

She is the kindest member, according to Yue and Y/N.

Lizi is very close with her older brother.

She has expressed excitement about interacting with fans.

She had the shortest trainee period of the group, with 1 year, 1 month.

She has two pet snakes that live with her parents.

Reconnect taglist (open): @windex-princess-ami

Permanent Taglist (open): @junnmizz @ashxxgyu​ @igotkpoops​ @xiaoderrrr​ @alyssajavenss @mintxts <3

[ajesterwrites]

5. bridges & bonfires

summary: you attend the back-to-school bonfire with your friends and wonder if there's more to stefan than meets the eye.

pairings: stefan salvatore x reader

warnings: alcohol, matt being a simp (terrifying)

word count: 2.5k

EVERY YEAR, the back-to-school bonfire took place in the woods, only about half a mile from the waterfalls. And every year, something bad happened. Last year, Theadora Blake was caught cheating on her boyfriend of three years, Christian Suzel. Enraged, Christian picked a fight with the homewrecker, and both boys ended up getting checked into the hospital that night. It turned out fighting and drinking near a fire wasn't the brightest idea.

But new year, new drama.

"Just admit it, Y/N," Bonnie was saying as they stood in the center of the party, each holding a plastic red cup of fruit punch that tasted suspiciously strong. "You think he's drop-dead gorgeous."

You shook your head. "No, it's just that because of you, the title Sexy Back Guy is burned into my brain, and that's all I can think of when I see him."

"So you think he's sexy?"

"What?"

"I never said sexy, I said hot."

"Fine, you got me!" You exclaimed defeatedly,

"Knew it," Bonnie said in a sing-song voice.

You playfully rolled your eyes. "But it's not like I'm professing my love or anything, I just think he's cute. And he has this...romance novel stare."

"Stefan looked deep into her eyes, piercing her very soul," Bonnie said mockingly, and the two of you burst into laughter. "So where is he?"

You shrugged. "You're the psychic one—you tell me."

"Right, okay," Bonne said, playing along. "Give me a sec. Grams says I have to concentrate."

"Wait! You need a crystal ball. Uh..." Your eyes darted around the forest and lit up when you noticed a beer bottle on a nearby table. Smiling, you put down your cup and picked it up, showcasing it to your friend. "Ta da!"

Bonnie grinned, shaking her head with mild disbelief as she reached out to grab it, shutting her eyes. You watched her with a teasing smile, but it quickly vanished when Bonnie's eyes suddenly snapped open and she spaced out, terror-stricken as she snatched her hand away.

"What happened?"

"That was weird," Bonnie said. Frowning, she met your concerned gaze. "When I touched you, I saw a crow."

Oh no.

Your heart skipped a beat. "What did you just say?"

"A crow," She repeated, the deep frown still etched on her face. "There was fog, a man...I'm drunk. It's the drinking, there's nothing psychic about it."

"No, I-I actually think you might be onto something," You said, shaking your head. "Yesterday I was at the cemetery and there was this crow—I think it was the same one that crashed into your car yesterday morning—and it wouldn't go away. Then all this fog started coming so I ran, but when I turned I could've sworn there was a man standing there and..."

Bonnie blinked, not believing her ears. "You're messing with me," She reasoned.

"I'm not," You replied and held out your pinky. "Promise."

Bonnie looked down at your finger and back into your eyes. Your serious eyes. She closed her eyes for a moment, shaking her head out of denial. When she opened them again, she could see you still watching her, your lips stretched into a thin line and an intense crease in your forehead.

"Right," Bonnie breathed out, wide-eyed and appearing to be in a slightly traumatic daze. "Okay, well this is getting weird, I'm gonna go get a refill. Be right back."

"Wait- Bonnie!" You called out to your friend who was already walking away. "Are you-"

"I'm fine!" She called out, not turning around. Soon, she disappeared in the scrummage of intoxicated teens, and you sighed.

Now there you were standing alone at a party. No Bonnie. No Caroline. No Stefan. No one. It felt too painfully similar to where you were just a few months ago, but you hadn't had the luxury to drown in alcohol and pretend your pain didn't exist. Now you did.

So as you gulped your spiked punch carelessly, you turned around to find yourself face to face with Stefan, who casually muttered "Hi." You nearly splurt your drink. You quickly swallowed it before it spilled out of your mouth, but the coughing fit had begun.

Stefan pat you on the back. When you finally recovered, you looked up to see him resisting his laughter, differing from his previously concerned reaction.

"Hi," You said blandly, trying to sound upset, but couldn't quite fight the smile growing on your face.

"I did it again, didn't I?"

"If by it you mean standing there like a stalker and totally scaring the shit out of me, then yes."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," You said dismissively with a soft chuckle.

He nodded, but his grin was quickly replaced with a frown as he surveyed your face. "You're upset about something," He observed.

"What are you, an FBI profiler?"

"Only when I have to be."

You snickered, shaking your head. "I'm glad you could make it."

"Me too," He said, showing off his lustrous eyes to match his smile. They stood there for a brief moment in a comfortable silence that was disrupted by a peer bumping into you. The drink spilled out of your cup. You jumped back before the punch hit you and glared at the boy who collided with you, but he was too occupied with his disastrous dance moves to care, likely not even hearing the swear you shouted at him.

"Do you wanna maybe go somewhere private?" Stefan asked.

"That depends. Are you going to murder me with an axe and then dump my body in the woods?"

Stefan cocked his head to the side, pretending to ponder on the subject. "Well I wouldn't use an axe."

"Alright but just so you know, I have pepper spray on me." Which wasn't a lie. He laughed and nodded.

The further you and Stefan moved from the party, the more peaceful it became. But when they reached the bridge, your breath hitched in your throat. Your mouth dried like sandpaper. Stefan quickly realized the tension in your body and reluctance to pass. He carefully grabbed your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

You looked at him and smiled gratefully before taking a deep breath and starting to cross. With each step, you got the terrifying feeling that the ground beneath your feet would crumble and you'd plummet into the icy lake. So to get your mind off of the overwhelming fear, you did what you did best—you talked.

"You know you're the talk of the town?"

"I am?" Stefan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," You continued. "I mean believe it or not, mysterious, brooding bad boys in leather moving to a small town like this—presumably to get a fresh start from his bad past that he never speaks about—tends to capture a lot of people's attention."

"Well I can't be the only one."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you're mysterious, brooding, you look like you also have a bad past and you tend to wear a lot of leather," He explained. You looked down at your leather jacket. "You're also, um...twinged in sadness."

"Okay first of all that's different because while my past is dark, it's no secret," You pointed out. At least some of it is no secret. "Second, how am I twinged in sadness? I'm a happy person! Do you know how many times I smiled today?"

"Yeah but how many of those smiles were real?"

Your smile faded. Had you really been that easy to see through? "Yeah I guess you're right. But after your parents dive off a bridge with you in the backseat, recovery isn't exactly easy."

"It never is," Stefan replied. You stopped, facing each other. He placed his beer bottle on the bridge parapet and reached for your hands. "You won't be sad forever, Y/N."

You glanced at his hands intertwined with yours. Stefan was...sweet. Aside from Matt, you'd never met a boy as sweet as him. His mere presence was so soothing. You cleared your throat. "You know, I believe in balance."

"Really?

"Mhm. For every loss, there's a gain. Things can't always be just good but they can't all be bad either. It's just important to recognize that nothing in life, including situations and...feelings, are permanent."

"I like that," He remarked, releasing one of your hands to grab his bottle and raise it." To balance."

"To balance," You repeated energetically, lifting your own cup. You clinked their drinks together and grinned. "Cheers."

As you drank, you stepped off the bridge, your heart rate elevating slightly as you did so. Stefan followed you. He lowered his bottle, and you narrowed your eyes at him, wondering if the lighting was somehow playing tricks on you.

"Are you okay?" You asked, stepping forward to get a better look. Black veins protruded around his eyes. It looked like...well, it looked kind of like Ryder, except more tame. But you couldn't get afraid. Maybe you were overthinking this. It was dark. You weren't seeing things clearly. There wasn't...there couldn't be. Not in Mystic Falls.

"Yeah, why?"

"Uh, maybe I'm a little tired but I swear it looks like your eyes are doing this freaky thing and it.." You shook your head. "I don't know."

"Oh, um..." He looked away, letting go of your hand to rub his eyes. "Yeah, it's nothing. Are you thirsty? I'm gonna go get us more drinks."

Before he even finished talking, he was rushing away. Anxiety practically radiated off of him. He was clearly lying. But you weren't just confused...you were worried.

What if he was sick and needed help? What if he was on some kind of strange drugs that induced darkened eyes and changed blood color? It could be a number of things...you couldn't go immediately to...Ryder's kind.

A few minutes passed and Stefan still hadn't returned. You didn't want to stay in the woods, especially by yourself, so you decided to head back. You walked over the bridge with heedful steps. When you finally crossed, it felt like an hour went by. And for a moment, you worried that Stefan just absentmindedly left you standing alone on a creaky bridge with no intention of coming back, assuming he didn't have anything wrong with him.

What if he really is on drugs? You thought as you joined your peers, searching for Bonnie or Caroline or anyone you knew really. Even running into Jeremy or Tyler Lockwood would give you something to do. You couldn't believe it—all these students in one place, and not a single one you actually knew?

"Looking for someone?" Matt's voice called out to her. Okay...so maybe not anyone you knew. You looked around for a respectful way to escape, but by the time he reached her, there was nothing you could do but sigh. "Hey."

You forced a smile. "Hey."

"Can we talk?"

I don't think that's a good idea. "Um...sure."

"When you broke up with me," He began and you winced. Oh shit, here we go. "You said it was because you needed some time alone. You don't look so alone to me."

You took a deep breath. "Matt...ever since I got back, I've tried reaching out to you, and all you've done is ignore me. But because I'm friends with the new kid, now I'm a priority?"

"Look, Y/N, I'm not here to fight you."

"Then why are you here?"

"I just want you to know that...no matter who comes along, I still believe in us. And I'm not giving up on that."

"What if I am?" You asked. You could see the confusion in his eyes and sighed. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him, but you needed to tell him the hard truth, something you'd failed to do before.

"Matt, we're...we're not a good fit," You confessed. "You're a great guy, but...I'm not in love with you. I don't think I ever was, I just...I don't know, you were the only guy to see me. And everyone wanted us to be together and it seemed like the right thing to do.

But when everything happened, you were so loyal, even though I could see my distance was tearing you apart. I realized that I wasn't being fair to you but I was too...I didn't want to admit it. Because you deserve so much better than me, and I knew the moment I accepted that, we were done for good. I'm sorry."

Seeing the light dim in his eyes was brutal. You hated hurting him...he'd always been so kind to you. But he ignored every flaw you had to keep the relationship, and it had been killing you both. You had been too afraid to let him go because you loved him so much. But your love was selfish and destructive. He deserved love that was as generous and peaceful as him. And you deserved to grow and become someone you were proud of. Someone your parents would be proud of. You'd made many mistakes, and you'd hurt nearly every person you were close with, but this was your time to make amends.

Matt smiled, but it didn't meet his eyes. "It's okay. I'm glad we could be honest with each other. I'll, um...see you around."

You watched him go...wanting to reach for his arm and comfort him, but you knew that would do him no good. If you'd been honest before, he wouldn't be in so much pain right now.

To think there were more secrets....but if he knew what you did, he wouldn't even look at her. Maybe you should tell him. But if you told him, he'd tell Bonnie and Caroline. But didn't he deserve to know? Didn't he deserve to know that the girl he was pining over was a monster? Would that help the healing process? To cement in his mind that you weren't worth the trouble or grief?

You turned around to see Stefan approaching you and smiled warmly, but all traces of joy were vanquished as you heard a bottle smash into pieces. Your head whipped in the direction of the noise. Far off, an intoxicated Jeremy staggered into the woods.

"You have got to be kidding me," You muttered, shaking your head and already starting to follow him.

"What is it?"

"My brother is a junkie," You said under your breath. You didn't like the idea of him coming to a high school party and getting drunk or high like you did. This coping mechanism would do more harm than good.

You'd failed to protect him when your parents died. But it was a new year, new you. So you set out to make things right and go after him. If only you knew what was waiting for you in those woods.