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[asexual-juliet]

this is canon and i’m not taking constructive criticism. jack helped pick the songs (@nbvethbrenatto definitely knows at least one in particular) but jen was much more dedicated to the project and decorated the tracklist herself <3 this is the soundtrack to their first summer together and they listen to it so many times that the tape starts to wear out by september.

[playlist link here <3]

[incorrectcreepypastafam]

Creepypasta As DanAndPhilGAMES Quotes After The Revival

Toby: I’ve graduated into fuckland

Jeff: just stop speaking

Toby: okay

Toby: soft launching the gay

Jeff: I’m gonna hard launch you out of that window

Liu: know what I mean?

Jeff: no

Jeff: is it hard for you to speak sometimes

Lyra: did that work

Jeff: not really

Lyra: I tried really hard

Jeff: what is the most emo clothing we got here

Jeff: my brother, WELCOME TO THE BLACK PARADE

Lyra: look at this magnificent bitch

Brian: communities that shit together stay together

Jeff: I will try to be normal

Tim: where’s your mind at

Toby: where’s your mom at

Toby: and now I’m wet in this suit

Lyra: uhhhhhhhhhh

Lyra: you pissed?

Toby: I’m gonna stop breathing

Jeff: thank you, Toby, that’s a good volunteer

Ben: maybe they got struck by lightning

Jeff: where was the lightning bitch

Ben: I’m gonna haunt every generation of your family

Tim: should we take it in turns with the swinging?

Tim: that’s what someone’s mom said last night

Game: it’s been a long day

Liu, to Jeff: me sitting next to you

Brian: I’m grabbing my boobs

Sally: is it an alien or Squidward? What are we being chased by?

Sally: it’s hard for me to tell

Liu: THATS THE SHADOW OF THE ROSE ITS NOT A DEMON

Jeff: if that baby comes out I’m gonna kill you

Toby: I’d like that

Toby: you know what they say about big feet

Lyra: what

Toby: big socks

Lyra: okay

Jeff: half an hour montage of Tobias Rogers attempting to learn how to put on a cape

Toby: can you help

Jeff: no

Toby: and then I just saw some lightning happening in the microwave and thought “what a beautiful night for a thunderstorm”

Sally: I don’t do drugs I don’t know what grams are

Lyra: im hot I don’t know how to count

Jeff: maybe I am heaven

Sally, pointing at plastic spiders: that’s Ben. That’s Ben 2. That’s Ben 3

Liu: I’m gonna give us a solid 7/10 on that one

Jeff: just a seven? Are you fucking kidding me

Liu: I was being humble

Jeff: fuck humble

Jeff: do you ever reflect on our lives and just think… stop

Liu: yeah all the time

Tim: I wanna fuck the Eiffel tower

Jeff: dead people in France

Liu: STOP IT

Ben: im gonna hit you with a meteor

Sally: im gonna microwave you

Toby: can I just show you something

Jeff: is it a dead person in France

Jeff: im in my cougar era. Watch out twinks, Jeff is on the prowl

Lyra: I wanna do things to this house

Liu, through his teeth: what do you want to do to the house, Lyra?

Liu, through his teeth: respect the house, Lyra

Jeff: what happens when you tap the emo dragon

Liu: you want me to tap it?

Jeff: yeah

Liu: *taps dragon*

*g note plays*

Jeff: that’s damn right

Ben: I do not think playing this game is how Christ would want us to start his season but here we are

Jeff: but Santa would and so would his brother, Satan

Ben: okay

Jeff: I don’t own any sex toys that go chomp chomp

Jeff: but nice to know that you do

Jeff: I’d say Jesus Christ but I know he’s not listening right now

Toby: five strokes and you’re done

Jeff: that’s what they call me. Five strokes Jeffy

Jeff: who’s they? What am I saying?

*trying to figure out what lmb stands for*

Jeff: lobotomy maybe bestie

Toby: look mate… BITCH

Jeff: it’s making you more intelligent that’s why you’re winning at golf

Jeff: we finally found a way to fix you

Sally: you’re banned from friendship

Ben: this is a safe space

*literally five minutes later*

Ben: point at the guy who doesn’t know how to crouch

Lyra: I would like you all to tell me how I can be better at this game

Ben: um don’t walk down hole

Lyra: okay

*playing Lethal Company*

Jeff: Ben’s not here let’s have a party

Ben: please get back on the ship or I’ll be leaving without you

Jeff: we thought we found a wheel. It was a mine

Jeff: they’re both fucking dead as fuck

Ben, laughing: good job

Jeff: Tim, you’re a top bunk kinda guy right?

Tim: that’s not what Tumblr says

Jeff: is that brown Grimace

Jeff: what the fuck am I looking at

Toby: I’ve never watched an episode of My Little Pony

Jeff: no because you’re normal

Game: who invented the lightning rod

Sally: me

Lyra: what’s the opposite of tears

Jeff:

Jeff: piss

Jeff: and the moral of the story is

Jeff: fuck books

Jeff: get paper cuts

Liu: no

Jeff: what

Liu: stop

Jeff: oh I missed this completely

Liu: is there some kind of grimy wall from your childhood we need to talk about

Jeff: it’s you bitch

Lyra: I put up flyers for car washing. I washed someone’s car and then they said I scratched it with my rings. Why was an eight year old wearing rings?

Jeff: did they try to scam an eight year old?

Lyra: YES

Jeff: you should’ve killed them

Brian: I would give birth to a child on this

Tim: yes

Brian: I would eat the child straight off it

Tim: no

Liu: let’s just grab an apple and try our best

Toby: hey Siri what’s 25+6

Ben:

Ben: girl-

Ben: 31

Toby: 29

*playing Poppy Playtime*

Jeff, to a toy oven: come with me, Owen

Liu: Owen needs to stay where he is

Jeff: I will love you, Owen

Jeff: I don’t like to contribute I just like to judge

Liu: but, Jeff, what is a VPN?

Jeff: virtual private gnome

Liu: gnome begins with a g

Jeff: :0

Sally: everything is just too heavy

Sally: even milk like

Sally: why are you heavy

Lyra: honestly liquid needs to calm down

Lyra: you know what we say about

superstitions

Liu: that they’re not real?

Lyra:

Lyra: do you wanna fight

Toby: just like Sonic The Hedgehog we’re going speed dating

Toby: … as he was known to do

Ben: what

Toby: what fictional characters could we see here

Toby: what are you expecting

Lyra: I’m expecting an anime boy

Lyra: I don’t know who else

Toby: Bill Clinton

Lyra: okay

Toby: he’s real

Jeff: I don’t care if Mozart did this when he was five he’s a nerd

Liu, about baboons: they only live up to 30 years in the wild and 45 years in captivity

Jeff: oh my god you’ve only got a couple years left

Ben: life comes at you fast and so does Trombone Champ

Tim: unleash the babussy

Jeff: did you just g note me with a fucking trombone

Jeff: last time I lost my voice. I’m loud as fuck today you’re gonna wish I had

Lyra: they ate

Liu: okay

Jeff: I was 26 doing that on YouTube

Jeff: fuck yeah good for me

Jeff: did you know that we are celebrities

Toby: celebritenis

Jeff: we are vips

Toby: vipenis

Jeff: we are influenc-

Jeff: *vomit noise*

Jeff: what did you just say

Toby: vipenis

Jeff:

Sally: when I did 23andme it said I was 8% lobster and I think we all know why

Brian: I think I looked snatched

Toby: *dies laughing*

Brian: did I use that right

Jeff: look it’s hard being this pretty

Lyra, reading the question: if they were having a party, what would they serve

Jeff: cunt

Jeff: sorry

Toby: I mean anything could’ve slipped onto something

Jeff: what

Toby: I don’t know what I mean

Jeff: oh god

[ikoraswife]

ok so here’s some things that I noticed in the first vidoc!

I haven’t been super active online so if someone else already talked about these, I haven’t seen it lol

(pics & observations below the cut)

The witness house

So obviously I noticed this creepy ass Witness-cottage in the video, but i also noticed that in this clip of zavala, he appears to be in front of the visible window of the house.

This is where he says “I used to think I’d give anything to bring you back”, and while I think he’s probably talking to Cayde it could also be Hakim/Safiyah.

The reason I think it could be them is because that little house has somewhat of a resemblance to Zavalas house when he lived with Safiyah. (Of course it could also just be some generic house lol)

Hand Temple & Zavala

So in one of the scenes in the vidoc they show this weird structure with a giant hand on the top, and something that was immediately obvious to me was that it’s COVERED in darkness statues

I counted 5, but there definitely could be more

“But ikoraswife, what’s that circled in green?”

Taking a closer look at it, it looks like it may be Zavala standing in front of the temple, but it could also just be some random structure since it’s small/blurry.

You can sort of make out his red armor, his shiny blue head, and his titan mark, but other than that it’s unclear.

Something else that points to the potential of this being Zavala is this scene that shows right before it pans to the temple:

That’s not just any ghost hovering there, thats Targe, Zavalas ghost

(here’s a pic from the Season of the Chosen for reference)

Now it’s extremely odd that Targe is with Ikora and co when he should be with his guardian. Why is he? Honestly I don’t know, maybe somethings wrong with Zavala.

Geez I’m just realizing how much of this is about Zavala

Crow Golden Gun and Injured Vanguard

In the iconic scene of Crow firing his golden gun inside of a pyramid structure, there’s a couple grams at the beginning where a figure rushes past him.

That’s Ikora and Zavala! One of them is supporting the other, (I think Ikora is supporting Zavala) and they’re quickly moving past him.

We actually saw the other half of this scene earlier in the gameplay trailer, in the scene where Cayde shoots his gun back toward the camera

Honorable mentions

This cute cutscene of the boy and the guardian/ghost is also in the gameplay trailer!

(Vidoc)

(Gameplay Trailer)

Then there's what appears to be the creation of the ghosts! I can't tell if that's that traveler below them or Earth, but I think it's safe to assume that it is the traveler.

After that, there are these two horrifying images of a dead ghost in a Generalist Shell and the broken Ace of Spades.

(ghost)

(Ace)

Important note: the gun appears to be broken in the same places that have glowing cracks in the other cutscenes.

Also! I have no idea what this is <3

Something else

Remember that disgusting arm ribcage thing? Still no clue what it is, but in the new cutscene where Crow goes into the Traveler, it pulses with light and makes what I think is the same noise that the ribcage creature makes in the reveal trailer.

Disclaimer: usually the stuff from the reveal trailers isn't actually in the game/expansion, so this could just be nothing or entirely unrelated.

Anyway this was a super long post, so thank you for dealing with my ramblings if you made it to the end!

[hurricaness]

how old r u?

u could go to a few clubs after 10 pm and ask around if ur not shy, but that’d be one hell of a mission, cause you’d probably meet someone who’d direct you to someone who’d direct you to someone etc etc until u found a plug that has what ur looking for, and if you don’t look like the type of person who does drugs (or if u look too young or too old) ppl might be reluctant to actually help u out — and if they do, expect plugs to charge u 3x what they charge ppl who are in the scene (and there’s not much u can do ab that tbh; drugs are expensive and we need customers like u for the profit to actually be worth the risk of getting caught). BUT BE CAREFUL if youre going to shady clubs or “trap houses” without someone experienced with you — it’s not as dangerous at it seems, really, most users and local dealers are nice ppl just tryna do their thing and stay out of trouble, but ofc there’ll always be bad ppl tryna spike up ur drink or smth, so don’t let ur guard down

but frankly, i think ur best option is to ask someone u know irl. like, go on instagram and look for that 1 chick u went to high school with that used to smoke weed, even if you’ve never even talked to her. i know it’s easier said than done but don’t be shy, i promise u ppl rly dont give a fuck

regardless of how you do it, if ur friendly and ask around enough, you’ll eventually find someone who has contacts for everything. for me thats my ex bf (who’s still one of my best friends); he’s very extroverted and friendly and outgoing and he could get me anything. before i met him, i could get pharmacy drugs (shit like xanax, adderall, codeine, etc) easily cause i have infinite prescription talons, and i could easily get weed and coke if i wanted to (i very rarely feel like it) cause there’s a point of sale for drugs in a park/square in my neighborhood where i used to hang out a lot so i’m a familiar face there and i know who to approach for those, but i had trouble getting anything else (like lsd and mdma, which are favorites of mine). even though im in the scene and im sure i could find sources for other things if i asked around enough, i avoid doing that cause i’m introverted and actually pretty shy irl, not to mention i have to be extra careful ab who i talk to since i myself sell too and already got a reputation in my neighborhood, so i cant risk talking to a tattle. so i only managed to get my hands on shrooms, lsd, and some harder to find stuff like muscimol, dob, dom, etc, when i met my ex bf — he’s like a walking phonebook of drug sources cause of how extroverted he is + he works in politics and, yk, politicians are all involved with these things. (and he grows his own shrooms for money but also for fun, it’s really sweet how much he loves working in his “garden”). but i’m getting really off track here

if you want, we can exchange numbers and i could also send u some links of trustworthy websites that sell shrooms. they’re all run by people i know personally (friends of my ex) and they don’t usually do international shipping but if i ask my ex to talk to them and ur willing to pay for that, they’d probably agree to it. if u live in north america or europe, that would actually probably be cheaper than buying from a local plug, you’d probably only spend ab 20 dollars for 3 grams (the usual starter dose for shrooms — but i’d advise you to buy another 6 or 7 grams so you can have an intense trip some other time if you enjoy ur first, beginner one) + shipping, cause my country’s currency is really “devalued” rn so even tho it’s expensive here, it’ll turn out pretty cheap when u convert it to dollars or euros. and i have no idea how much shrooms cost wherever u live, but it’s probably more than that, cause these guys actually dont profit much, they sell for 25% more than what they spend on growing the shrooms, and it’s a lot of work (seriously, i see my ex doing it and i’ve tried myself and it takes several hours of meticulous, annoying work for days just to get a few). but even tho i can vouch for them, you’d still be giving money and ur address to a stranger on the internet, and who’s to say i’m not scheming to steal ur money, yk? (i’m not, i wouldnt even be profiting from it, but ofc you’d still be taking a leap of faith — and so would i, cause who’s to say ur not a narc lol). but i’d only feel comfortable helping out if u can prove that u are at least 16 years old

i’m guessing you’ve already done ur homework on shrooms, but i could also help out if u have any questions ab it, it’s a subject that i love chatting ab — one could say drugs are even a special interest of mine fr, i like studying them even more than trying them out; i study medicine and pharmacology. getting high is just chemical reactions, pure science, and at the same time it’s a deeply spiritual and philosophical experience that a lot of people report to be life changing. and i believe that if u study those chemicals and human physiology enough, you can “control” the spiritual part of it and make sure that you find what you’re looking for in ur trip

I want to try shrooms for nerdy spiritual reasons, but like how do you even begin to find a plug or trip sitter when you don't have irl friends all of your friends are straight-edge and also I'm scared of the Dark Web :3

[rp-meme-central]

more of B. Dylan Hollis’ baking TikToks - sentence starters

1. “When I think of zucchini, I think of good barbeque, summer salads... men. Just not dessert.” 

2. “I hate zuchinni. It doesn’t taste bad, it just makes me feel insufficient.” 

3. “I’m guessing the flavor profile is going to be cholestrol.” 

4. “Some dishes aren’t amazing, but they are innately comforting, and this is a prime example. Like a hug on a plate.” 

5. “I don’t need instructions. I’m single.” 

6. “At least its hot garbage.” 

7. “It’s a demon quiche!”  

8. “That isn’t a typo, this is is delibrate. Someone published this! And got paid for it!” 

9. “Can I start making assumptions now?” 

10. “Do you know what a salad is? Because whatever you think is - is wrong!” 

11. “At least nothing hatched.” 

12. “It’s not dinner time until you add a pack of gelatine to some water!” 

13. “You know what stings more than a knife, _____? Rejection.” 

14. “No veggies allowed!” 

15. “It’s a cat food recipe!” 

16. “I hate cottage cheese. It looks like its listening to me.” 

17. “Now that’s just a good cookie. It is distinctly different, but good.” 

18. “No spices for you!” 

19. “There’s no Jell-O in here, just the dark arts.” 

20. “The taste is good, it’s like Christmas, but it’s unpleasantly slimy.” 

21. “Look who’s fallen from grace. Shame.” 

22. “Yes, this definitely is one of these salads, which definitely isn’t a salad, because ______ is unsupervised and they can’t be stopped.” 

23. “You don’t measure this in calories. No, you measure this in years taken off your life expectancy!” 

24. “Is it good? No. Is it bad? No. It’s sugar!” 

25. “Go ahead, feed this to a child. You’re going to yeet them into orbit.” 

26. “It’s known that here in ______, they’ll deep-fry anything that isn’t bolted to the earth, including zucchinis, hot dogs, and several species of large bird.” 

27. “Don’t bake these, they’ll be flatter than my butt.”

28. “Are you ready to die? Yeah, me too.” 

29. “This is perfection. I don’t know what else you want me to say. Whoopsie, they’re gone!” 

30. “This is enough to incapacitate one medium child.”

31. “You sure this wasn’t meant for a bird?” 

32. “This takes a while to come out. Don’t worry, I did too.” 

33. “This is culinary terrorism!” 

34. “Tastes like a bookshelf! Books included!” 

35. “Never been down here, have you? Welcome.” 

36. “We’re pacifiers. No... we’re not pacifiers.... Pacifists!” 

37. “In ______, this recipe is actually protected by law. Bake it wrong? To jail!” 

38. “I love oats. They taste like grandparents.” 

39. “I did have to convert this entire recipe from grams into freedom units.” 

40. “Nothing quite says ‘autumn’ like an apple... except pumpkin, or seasonal depression.” 

41. “Living large tonight, ______! We got oats!” 

42. “I’m not making fun of the Great Depression... I am making fun of the Great Depression.” 

43. “They look dead, but my house smells amazing!” 

44. “Fall. Winter. Fireplaces. Beautiful! The very definition of ‘simple, yet brilliant’.” 

[spiltscribbles]

Prompt: remus and lily as siblings or half siblings or biological family in any capacity pls 🥺

Oh God!!! Baby!!!🥺🥺😭 This is such a favorite AU of mine!! I’m literally— sorta— writing a To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before AU right now and they are the bestest siblings in that!!!  They share a little sister and they are just so cute!! And Petunia is conveniently off in university oaiwefjoiaswejfiogreghoij And I just love Remus and Lily both so much it hurts!!! And so I wanna spit out a bullet point Ficlet at you! And I’m not even sorry just because I love you so endlessly for tossing this into my inbox foiwaeifmkaeoirfgjieoarujoidkioweajgh 

So like in my head, becs that Voldy bitch doesn’t know how to actually world build, the Muggle born children who get their Hogwarts letters, are also invited to join this like support group for ordinary folks with magical children. It’s like a thing that’s held in the Ministry of magic over in London once a month, and the parents are taught about the Wizarding world while their children kind of go to this separate room to intermingle and read Hogwarts; A History with one another, and just vibe, because pure bloods and those close to that have always sorta known one another and such, so this is a nice way for the Muggle borns not to feel so excluded.

So the thing is, obviously Lyall was a wizard, but also we all know I don’t fuck with him lmfao. So I picture that after he leaves for the final time when Remus is around nine, and finalizes the  divorce with Hope, she— being the bad bitch that she is, just marches to the ministry with her half-blood, werewolf son, and demands to learn everything about the world he’s part of, because she refuses to let him be deprived of anything. 

Eventually she becomes one of the tutors for the adult section because she’s such a quick study— being a professor herself back in Cardiff and just being an all around bombshell tbh. So one day, in February of 1970, there’s this ginger haired, northerner who stumbles in with his daughter who looks so much like him that it’s crazy— dimples and smile and upturned nose. Though she has her mother’s eyes, who had past away when she was only seven from a freak car accident.

And when he first shake’s Hope’s hand, he’s like kind of mind boggled over how beautiful she is, and thinks that maybe all wizards just put on some sort of charm to look unearthly, till he finds out that she’s as Muggle as he is towards the end of his visit. And he is just entirely love struck tbh.

And for the next couple months or so, he kind of just yearns from afar, and then spends the ride home to Cokeworth listening to Lily’s excited chortling about her friend Remus who’s apparently a half blood and who likes the same treats as her and knows how to draw things so amazingly, and it isn’t until like May, when he ambles to the other room and realizes that Remus is actually Hope’s fucking son, and he already knows that she said she began this group after separating from her husband who was a wizard himself. So Lily’s father— Nate— quite literally just shoots his shot and asks if Lily would like to get ice cream with her new friend since Petunia won’t be coming back from there Grams’s house till late, and Hope sorta smirks from over the kids’ heads because she sees exactly what he’s doing and is impressed that he’s finally done something for fuck’s sake.

And like obviously they fall hard for one another, and they probs get married like Lily’s second year at Hogwarts.

Wait, just Lily’s you ask??

Yes my beautiful duckling,  because plot twist!! (We lovee plot twists!!!)

In this AU i picture that McGonagall kind of visits during the summer months leading up to the children’s first year at Hogwarts, just to give them some supplementary readings and answer the questions for their future schooling, and when Dumbledore tells her about Remus’s full situation with his lycanthropy and all, she does some research, and figures out how Beauxbatons is much, MUCH more accommodating to “dark” creatures, and she’s already pretty chummy with Hope and knows that she’s actually a French citizen herself, the daughter of Algerian immigrants. So Remus technically has the possibility to attend Hogwarts or Beauxbatons, and so Hope and Remus talk on it long and hard, and she knows he’s already become fast friends with Lily and their thick as thieves with one another, but it’s also just so much safer for him.

So the week before Lily is set to go off to King’s Cross, they fly over to France and they get Remus settled in his dorm abroad.

I think while they’re away, Lily and Remus actually somehow become closer, because their parents are still dutifully dating and neither of them are all that familiar with their surroundings, so they send one another so many fucking letters through that first term, that the owls of their schools always give them the dirtiest looks lmfao. And they really catch on like a house on fire, like it’s one of those relationships that is just innate? Like you know when you have a best friend you guys kind of just slip into one another lives? Like even when you don’t talk for a while or whatever, it’s just natural<3 <3 

So neither of them ever spend the hols of winter or spring in Hogwarts/Beauxbatons, becs that’s when they really get to vibe.

They tell one another the different cool charms they’ve learned, and hate that they can’t show them with their actual wands yet. And they watch all their favorite films and almost adopt this secret language that’s only the quirk of their brows and twitch of the lips, and Petunia hates how freakily attuned they are with one another and sneers at them for being such freaks in all aspects. Also in this AU Lily fucks off from Snape wayyyy sooner, because instead of having to deal with that nasty, bigoted, slime ball she has the cutest and funniest and most amazing bestie in Remus!

And before Hope and Nate exchange vows in the winter of their second year, the little family of five go to this tiny park that’s all lush grassland and a shiny jungle gym and a pair of swings tucked away by trees, and they sit at this picnic table, and Hope— with her steady, ever buoyant voice, explains to them why she and Remus decided to send him to Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts, and Petunia is like gawking in fright, and Nate looks sort of distressed, but Lily just cocks her head and shrugs her shoulders, because it’s still Remus— her closest companion Rem— and nothing could change that. So she takes his hand from where it’s fiddling with a splintered piece of wood on the tabletop and she squeezes it tightly, watches him glance up at her with the late summer wind billowing in his tawny curls and the fear in his honey eyes, and she simply tells him that it doesn’t matter. And Lily will never forget the way his features spasm at that, going suddenly loose and bright and thankful, and then Nate probably tousles his hair and kisses Hope’s temple and shyly asks how they should accommodate once they move in with one another.

And that park becomes sorta special tbh.

It’s in that alcove with the swings and trees where Lily and Remus go when things are becoming too much, or they would just like to escape the world by one another’s side.

It’s where they tried their first cigarettes that Remus had gotten from an older bloke in Beauxbaton’s when they were thirteen and feeling adventurous. And where they go to listen to the releases of their favorite albums, and when Remus told Lily that he’s gay for the first time before leaving to both their fourth years and it’s like one of those spots they both think of and feel golden.

Oh God! Imagine how cute of a celebration that Nate and Hope hold for them both becoming prefects!!! Hope and Nate definitely insist on some sort of summer todo! And they invite their friends and all that jazz and OMFG what if Lily’s wearing some sorta powder blue sundress that matches Remus’s oxford shirt and they both are grimacing in all the photos and are just not thriving foieajfoierjgiearfoijsdkgxh But like they would be doted on rotten that whole day! This is so cute! OMFG! And this probs means James became Prefect as well and so Remus gets to tease her when he sends her some sort of congratulations letter and she’s totally blushing and trying to hide her grin, and Lily retaliates by kicking his ankle tbh bahaha 

Okay also now I’m thinking of like Lily’s like fifth year, and her Muggle studies class is doing some sort of seminar to see if these idiots can actually survive in a totally Muggle area without a lick of magic, so like it’s spring hols, and guess who she’s partnered up with??? 

Cookies for you because we all know she had to work with James and Sirius lmfao!!! 

And she’s totally still trying to hide her crush on James— who’s nearly always leering and winking her way— and she might actually punch Sirius’s face simply because he’s such a smug bastard, and being from a working class family like herself, she’s like always ready to fight preppy rich boys tbh

So James and Sirius decide to plan out the simulation in her house that’s right outside Cardiff and Remus is cackling the entire morning before they’re set to arrive because she’s so pissy about it lmfao

Okay so like obviously the boys end up taking the port key and land in front of her place and it’s Remus who answers the door, still painted with humor because Lily was just screaming about “if Potter brings that insufferable snitch here I’ll bloody shove it up his arse” and James is immediately on the defense because Lily’s only ever talked about her sister and brother who live with her at home, and this dude is golden where she’s pale and has curls over her straight hair and just, obviously they’re not related by blood at all. And for his part, Sirius is like *Oh! Oh! Oh! Pretty!!! Pretty boy!! Muggle boy? Pretty Muggle boy!* 

But Remus obviously knows who they are straight away, so he like waves them inside before rounding to the stairs and calling for her to stop clogging the toilet or something else mortifyingly embarrassing, and Lily promises to put like pickles in the next set of face masks that they do because she knows how fucking allergic he is to them, and she wants her chuckles damn it!!  

“Potter— Black,” is how she greets them with a derisive sort of glower that Remus can completely see through, so he has to excuse himself while laughing over to the kitchen. “You’ve met my delightful brother I see.”

And James’s entire posture relaxes and he’s back to grinning like a dope, and the only weird part is that Sirius has got on the very same face, *Pretty Muggle boy is Evan’s brother* So like they are both scary levels of elated, rip.

But sucks to be Sirius because Remus leaves after that to meet up with a friend from town who’s also the best dealer tbh, and  so he has to deal with James’s awful levels of flirting with Lily while they scrounge up their itinerary to send their professor for the seminar type thing, and he doesn’t even have a pretty distraction XS

But Lily does force Remus to come along with her on the trip to London because “On God, if I spend a day alone with those bellends by myself I will punch a wall” 

And it is literally the worst, but best double date/first date that’s full of Sirius and James fucking up with everything— including asking some poor Tesco employee where are their fudgeflies and giving a homeless man a hand full of galleons and James’s snitch somehow ending up in the meaty hands of some kid at the tube. But also tbh it’s hella cute when Lily lets James give her his jacket when they’re walking along the Thames and it’s getting chilly, and when Remus lets Sirius share his stick of cotton candy and they both sorta stare at the sugar on each of their lips.

But then they go to some tiny museum, and while they’re looking at a impressionist piece, Sirius is totally trying to show off to Remus and is explaining how he could turn the bench their sitting on into a really nice bouquet of Lupins, and in the middle of his stupid showboating, Remus lightly corrects him on some facet of Gamp’s law, and Sirius freezes— shocked still— and he’ sort of gaping like an idiot, before Lily stops his blustering with a scoff “He’s a damn wizard also you arse.”

And Sirius is floundering for the rest of the evening, and he has so many questions, but they all die on his lips every time he glances over at Remus and he’s just smirking at him with this electric glint in his golden eyes

So obviously when they’re back at Hogwarts he pesters Lily every second of every day about Remus, and why he’s not at Hogwarts. “None of your fucking business.” And asking where Remus goes instead. “Beauxbatons, thankfully far away from you.” and he asks her about a thousand other questions that Lily either scoffs at or simply cuffs him around the head for daring to even try getting his address.

And she pokes fun about the situation to Remus and tells him how much more of an idiot he’s acting like, and how hilarious it all is. And she’s shocked when he responds to her letter merely by saying, “Hah- he’s cute.”

And so obviously she shoots back a reply that’s a letter of all his worst traits, mainly that he’s an arrogant toerag, and that he’s a posh idiot who could probably live off his inheritance for three lifetimes without blinking, and about how he doesn’t date anyone for longer than a couple months, and how he’s practically brothers with James bloody Potter, and yet again, Remus just tells her, Hah- he’s cute, before mildly moving to talking about his latest charms paper and how he’s been asked to be their DADA’s professors TA next year, and how Andrew keeps trying to try again with him but Remus would rather poke his eyes out with a spork.

So Lily is totally fuming when she recognizes that she’s lost and begrudgingly gives Sirius Remus’s info, after telling him lowly and with her most menacing glower, “IF you fuck around with my brother I will murder you without a flinch.” And she’s quite literally five feet nothing to Sirius’s broad, six-foot frame, but he knows that she could do it with a snap of the finger, and he promises that it’s not just a gag on his end. And Lily actually believes him.

So Remus and Sirius begin writing to one another a sickening amount, like so steadfastly that it gives Lily a complex whenever she finds Sirius waiting at the Owlry every Wednesday morning for the bird that arrives with two letters tied to it’s leg, one for each of them.

And God, one time, right before they let out for summer hols, Lily accidentally takes the one marked for Sirius— and holy christ!!!, She did not need to know just what exactly her brother has been getting up to in the sex department of things— like she legit contemplated using a memory charm on herself JFC

And Sirius probably ends up on their doorstep again in late July, with James at toe, and somehow their is a small harmony painted between the four of them, and it’s by Christmas of sixth year when James and Sirius begin talking about how amazing it’ll be when they’re actually in-law brothers, and Lily blames Remus for everything when she’s pretending to be cross over it, but then James puts his arm around her shoulders, and she sees how gentle Sirius is when he twines his fingers into Remus’s own, and it feels good, feels right. 

It feels like something that can be forever.

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Could you do headcanons of a MC and the brothers going to an amusement park together?

Obey Me Brother + Amusement Park Hcs

Lucifer

Oh what fresh sweet hell is this

He would go, of course, if you ask him

But he would literally rather be anywhere else

Will hold your bag while you go on rides

Enjoys the fountain light show at the end of the evening

Mammon

“It...It’s not like I’m excited to go or anything!”

Super excited though. Although he’s excited to go anywhere with you.

Wants to go on the haunted house ride so you get scared & he can comfort you. 

Ends up getting scared himself

Would try to win you a prize from the game stalls, but since they’re rigged (and he has the worst luck imaginable at gambling of any kind) ends up getting a pitty key chain from the vendor. You still love it though.

Levi

Excited beyond belief to go to the park with you

Will wait in line to take pictures with all the mascots

Exclusive Park Merch!

Wants to attend all the live show performances they have. Gets depressed when some overlap.

Would never ask, but wants a cute anime kiss on the ferris wheel

Satan

Not a big fan of crowds, but would go if you ask him

That weird-o that reads everything about the park so he can drop little trivia bits like, “did you know this waterfall feature uses 1800 gallons of recycled water a day?”

Wants to see the Hall of Demon Kings at the park (the Devildom equivalent of Disney’s Hall of Presidents feature)

If there is an animal feature at the park, like a petting zoo or drive through safari, that’s where you’ll find him

Refuses to eat any food presented on a stick

Asmo

Goes for the gram!

Excited to go with you, of course. But cute park pics get a lot of likes.

Matching couples outfits like “you’re the Mickey to my Minnie”. Stuff like that

Will want to do a princess/prince makeover if they offer it at the park.

Mutters “I’m way prettier than her” under his breath at every official princess he sees

Beel

Excited to spend the day with you. No matter where it is.

Canon he’s a huge fan of Devilcat. The Devilgram of him meeting his ‘idol’ is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Please let him go see him again.

Eats all the food from the food stalls. Which is great for you, because you can make a meal out of getting a bite out of everything and pick your favorite. Beel gets to eat a ton of fried food.

Ice cream cones by the fountain. Want a lick? ;3

Wins you a prize from the game stalls pruely by brute strength and accident. Very proud.

Belphie

Oh what fresh sweet hell is this x2

Hard to drag a boy who’s goal in life is to stay in bed around an amusement park

But he’ll do it for you

Better chance of him coming if Beel comes too. But would request ‘private time’ if his twin comes along

Likes the tea cup ride. Don’t ask me why.

[let-me-luve-you]

Trip to the North Pole

Dad!Jensen x Reader

SPN Christmas Bingo 2020

Summary: Jensen promises his children to go see Santa.

Warnings: Angst, Workaholic Jensen, some fluff

MASTERLIST

SPN Christmas Bingo 2020

Jensen didn’t plan on being busy during the months of November and December. He had finished filming a movie at the very beginning of December. He was recording for his new album. He was working for his new production company and trying to bring in two new shows. He rarely spent time with his family. 

You tried to include Jensen in the family Christmas activities, but he just couldn’t find time. You were surprised he could find time to eat and sleep. So far he missed putting up the Christmas lights, picking out a tree and decorating it, making Christmas cookies and candies, and he missed the family slumber party where you gave the kids their Christmas pajamas and watched a Christmas movie.

Jensen begged you to wait on taking the kids to see Santa. Hadley was 4, the twins Tristan and Raelyn were 2, and Lyndon was 3 months. He had missed seeing Santa in the past due to filming for Supernatural, but he didn’t want to miss this year. It was a week before Christmas, and Jensen still hadn’t taken the kids to see Santa at the mall.

“Jensen babe, the kids keep asking when they get to go see Santa. They’re afraid they won’t get anything if they don’t see him.” You said as you walked into the office.

“I promise I’ll take them. I just have meetings all day today and tomorrow. I’ll take them this weekend.” Jensen said. You sighed.

“We can’t. We are going to my family this weekend, remember?” You looked at him as his head fell.

“I forgot. I’ll take them right when we get back Sunday.” He said as he stood up and walked up to you. He kissed your head and then walked back to his desk. You walked out of the room to go break the news to your kids. 

“Hey bubs and bubettes, Daddy will take you this weekend when we get back from Grams and Pops house.” You said as they all stopped playing and looked at you. They looked so defeated because they were hoping to go today. “I promise babies. Daddy will take you Sunday.” 

They smiled at you and then moved on to continue playing with their toys. You moved to the kitchen to start working on dinner. You occasionally looked up at the children and would smile as they talked with each other and would laugh. Jensen was missing out on so much and he didn’t even know it.

Sunday morning came and the kids ran into your room and jumped on your bed. 

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Wake up! We get to see Santa today!” Tristan yelled as he shook you awake. His two sisters bouncing up and down next to him. You smiled at them. You turned your head to where your husband normally lays and his side was empty. You internally sighed knowing he was already working. 

“Okay. Okay. I’m up. Let’s turn on a movie for you to watch as Mommy gets Lyndon fed and ready and gets herself ready. What do you want to watch? Frosty the Snowman or Rudolph?”

“RUDOLPH!” All three yelled. You smiled and put the movie on the tv. You walked to Lyndon’s room and saw him lying awake in his crib.

“Hi baby. How are you this morning?” You cooed at him. He smiled big showing off his gums. “Is my baby boy hungry?” You said as you unbutton the first few buttons of Jensen’s shirt you were wearing. Lyndon latched on to your breast and started eating. You walked down the hall to Jensen’s office as he fed. 

Jensen didn’t look up as you walked in. You watched him from the doorway. His eyebrows set in a frown as he pushed his fingers into his temples to release some pressure. You knew he had been working hard on all his projects. Sometimes he put too much of himself in his work. You walked towards him. He finally looked up at you and smiled. He pushed himself away from the desk and pulled you and your youngest son down in his lap.

“You amaze me everyday.” He said as he kissed your shoulder and then looked at his son. He gently put his hand on Lyndon’s head and moved his thumb softly against his hair. “I’m so lucky to call you my wife and their father.” 

You smiled at him, “I’m the lucky one.” You leaned over and kissed him. “They are lucky to have you as a father. Someone who works so hard so they can live the best possible life. Someone who cares and listens to them. They love you so much.”

“They won’t after I break this horrible news to them.” He sighed. “I messed up Y/N/N. I.. I waited too long. Santa isn’t at the mall anymore.” He looked defeated. You couldn’t imagine how he was feeling. He was trying so hard to be the perfect husband, father, and worker. “They are going to be so disappointed.”

“Hey. It’s okay. We can figure something out.” You were internally upset. If he would have just set a little time aside, this wouldn’t be a problem, but you also know how hard he was working to provide for his family. Lyndon finished eating and pulled away. Jensen reached for Lyndon and the burp towel on your shoulder. He started patting him on the back. You fixed your shirt back. 

“I’m going to go shower and get ready and then get the kids ready. You figure something out. I’ll tell them we are seeing Santa tonight.” You said. “Is Lyndon good to stay with you?” Jensen nodded as he held his son close to his chest as he fell asleep. 

“Yeah I got him. Little man can help me brainstorm.” He smiled at you. You walked out of the room.

Jensen watched his son sleep. Guilt filling his body as he thinks about his kids not seeing Santa this year. He grabbed his phone and dialed Jared’s number. He listened to it ring a few times before he heard a hello.

“Man I messed up. The kids will hate me.” He said quietly so he wouldn’t disturbed the sleeping baby.

“What? They won’t hate you Jense.” Jared replied. “Hadley adores you, Tristan looks up to you, and Raelyn thinks you are the greatest thing to walk this earth. And I know you are the only one, besides Y/N, that Lyndon will calm down for. Nothing will make them hate you.”

“I promised them we’d go see Santa. I begged Y/N to let me take them this year. I waited too long because I’ve had so many meetings and studio sessions. The mall doesn’t have Santa anymore.” Jensen sighed. Jared heard the defeated tone when Jensen spoke. He sighed knowing how much the kids were looking forward to it. His kids loved seeing Santa.

“Shit man, I’m sorry. What’s your plan now?” Jared asked.

“I don’t know. Hoping maybe you had an idea.” Jensen said hopefully.

“I have one.” Jensen heard a voice. “We decorated the outside in a North Pole theme.” Gen said. “Who wants to dress up as Santa? Jared?” Jared nodded and then said sure.

“I mean Jensen did promise his kids he would be there.” Jared said. “How about this. Bring the kids by around 6. They can see Santa and then we can grab dinner together and drive the kids around to see the Christmas lights.”

“Jare, that’s a great idea. Is that okay with you Gen?” Jensen asked. Hope filled his chest.

“That sounds like a perfect night. Is Y/N going to be okay with it?” Gen asked.

Jensen kissed Lyndon’s head as he started to whimper. “Shh. It’s okay little man.” he said quietly to his son, but Jared and Gen heard and smiled. “Yeah she’ll be okay with it. See you at 6.” He said as he hung up with his best friends.

Later that night, with the kids dressed up in their Christmas sweaters buckled into their car seats, Jensen pulled the suburban into Jared’s driveway. 

“Why are we at Uncle Jared’s?” Hadley asked. 

You turned towards her, “We are going to see Santa.” Your kids looked confused as Jensen got out and opened the back door to help the kids get out of their carseats. You got Lyndon out and carried him around the car to stand by Jensen. All four kids were looking around in awe at the decorations. You noticed they added more decorations from the last time you were here. And that was four days ago.

“This place looks amazing!” Raelyn yelled. Tristan grabbed Jensen’s hand and started to bounce.

“I’m so excited. Let’s go find Santa.” Tristan said as he pulled Jensen’s hand. Hadley and Raelyn followed.

Gen walked up dressed in a Christmas sweater with her three kids following. “Who is excited to see Santa?” She asked with enthusiasm. All six yelled as the baby just cooed. Gen led the group to the giant chair where you saw Jared dressed as a Santa. You stifled your laugh since the kids didn’t see that it was their Uncle Jared.

“HO HO HO! Merry Christmas little ones.” Jared said in a deep voice. “Who’s up first?” All the kids lifted their hands. All the adults laughed.

“Daddy. Can I go first?” Raelyn asked quietly. Jensen nodded as he watched his youngest daughter walk over to Santa hesitantly before she turned and ran to Jensen crying. “Daddy I don’t want to.” Jensen wrapped his arms around her. He nodded at Gen to let her kids go first.

“It’s okay baby girl. Santa won’t hurt you.” He whispered as she hid in his chest. Raelyn being scared made Tristan and Hadley timid. “You’ve seen Santa before. He’s nice.” He ran his hand over her hair trying to calm her down. “Hadley, do you want to go?” She nodded. 

Jensen watched Hadley walk up to Santa. He smiled down at her and picked her up to set him in his lap. Jensen turned back to his youngest. He pulled her face away from his chest and wiped away her tears. “Daddy, I’m scared.” She said with more tears falling down her face and bottom lip sticking out. 

“I’ve got you. Daddy won’t let anything happen to you.” Jensen said as he picked her up and stood up to his full height. “I promise you nothing will hurt you. You don’t have to be scared.” He turned Raelyn to see Hadley hopping down from Santa’s lap and saw Tristan crawling up talking Santa’s ear off. “See baby. Hadley did it. Tristan is doing it.” 

“It’s not scary at all Rae. I did it. He smells just like Uncle Jared.” She said. Gen heard and laughed. “I’ll go with you. Come on.” She reached for Raelyn’s hand as Jensen sat her down. Hadley tried to lead her to Santa. 

“I want Daddy to come with me.” She looked up at him. He nodded and walked with her. He turned to see you watching with love in your eyes. Tristan and Hadley stood next to you. Jensen pointed at Lyndon and curled his finger as saying ‘bring him here.’ You handed Lyndon off and went back to your other children. 

“Hi Raelyn.” Santa said. “What can I get you for Christmas?” Raelyn looked scared but then pulled Santa’s head down to her level as she whispered. Jensen strained to hear but he couldn’t. “That’s an awfully nice gift. I will see what I can do. Is there anything else you want?” Raelyn shook her head. 

Before she could hop off Santa’s lap, you walked up with your other two children. “Picture time everybody.” Hadley and Tristan crawled into Santa’s lap. Somehow all fitting. Jared reached for Lyndon and held him as Jensen took a step back and watched as you grabbed a few photos of the kids with Santa. They all hopped down and ran to play with Gen’s kids. You pushed Jensen towards Jared. “I’m not missing out on this opportunity. Go sit in Santa’s lap and I’ll get a picture.” 

Jensen groaned as Jared laughed. Jared handed off Lyndon to Gen before turning to Jensen and saying, “Come here adult child and tell me what you want for Christmas.” Jensen rolled his eyes but sat on Jared’s lap anyways. Both smiled for the camera. “Raelyn wants to spend more time with you. That’s what she whispered in my ear.” Jared said quietly to Jensen. Jensen looked down at him. Pain filled his chest as he felt he failed his children. 

He got up and walked away for a second to gather himself before walking back to the group. You looked at him in worry but he shook off your look and walked to the kids. “Come on kids. It’s me and you tonight while Mom, Aunt Gen, and Uncle Jared figure out where we are going for dinner. Let’s go walk around the yard to see all the lights.” Jensen grabbed Raelyn and put her on his shoulders, holding onto her legs. She smiled and wrapped her tiny arms around his head and neck to hold on.

Jared filled you in on the conversation, but when you looked over at Jensen, he was laughing and smiling at spending time with his children. You knew that this wasn’t the typical Santa meet and greet the kids, or Jensen, wanted, but you knew this was going to be a night to remember. One that also causes Jensen to take more breaks from work.

[southeastasianists]

On the western shore of the Chao Phraya river, south of the Wat Arun temple, lies Bangkok’s small Siamese-Portuguese enclave, Kudeejeen. Within its maze of narrow alleyways that weave past aging teakwood houses lies a 250-year-history of cultural commingling. In that time, the neighborhood has been home to Siamese-Portuguese, Thai, and Chinese residents of different religions. This diversity can be seen in the local architecture, with the Catholic Santa Cruz Church, the Buddhist Wat Kalayanamit, and the Kudi Khao Mosque a few minutes’ walk from one another. The combination of cultures is also deliciously evident in the enclave’s sweet specialty: khanom farang Kudeejeen, or the Kudeejeen “foreigner cake.”

Behind a bright teal door down an alleyway is Kanoom Farung Lan Mea Pao. The dark interior of the family-run bakery features big mixers in the corner, several blazing charcoal braziers in the middle of the room, and the sweet aroma of freshly baked khanom farang Kudeejeen. Along with Kanoom Farung Pa Lek and Thanusingha Bakery House, it is one of the only three bakeries that makes the cupcake. The small, golden discs resemble sweet muffins, their flat tops adorned with pieces of dried fruit—usually raisin, persimmon, and winter melon—and caramelized sugar. Crispy and crunchy on the outside and fluffy on the inside, the cupcakes are not made with raising agents. In fact, for such a rare treat, the cake itself has a shockingly plain ingredients list: eggs, wheat flour, white sugar, and the dried fruit.

Although it sounds simple, spinning these basic ingredients into khanom farang Kudeejeen is an art that dates back at least 252 years, to the time when Kudeejeen was established. Navinee Pongthai, a Kudeejeen native and the owner of the Baan Kudichin Museum, which chronicles the history of the enclave and the Siamese-Portuguese people, believes the cake’s origins might go back even further, to when the first Portuguese traders settled in the capital of Ayutthaya in the 16th century.

According to Pongthai, the cake is the result of Portuguese settlers and their descendents struggling to recreate European-style sweets. “At first, they tried to make cakes with rice flour, since wheat flour was hard to come by. But the cakes were too hard,” she says. While many classics of Portuguese confectionery revolve around sugar and egg yolks, the lack of available flour and milk forced Kudeejeen bakers to adapt. “Traditional Thai desserts are made from sugar, coconut milk, and duck egg yolks, which are very different than what they were used to. So the Siamese-Portuguese tried to make a replica of European cake without milk and butter.” The result is a cake that is less moist and more flat, as it doesn’t rise up like regular cupcakes, but is still fluffy and tasty.

Khanom farang Kudeejeen is not the first fusion dessert nor the most famous among Thais. Many of the most popular Thai sweets can be traced to Maria Guyomar de Pinha, an Ayutthaya-born woman of Japanese-Portuguese-Bengali descent who was married to a high-ranking Greek official in the 17th-century Ayutthaya court. One of her most iconic creations is foi thong, a nest of egg yolk–based golden threads boiled in sugar syrup. Anyone familiar with Portuguese confectionery will notice the treat’s striking similarities to Portugal’s fios de ovos. Another classic attributed to Guyomar de Pinha is sangkhaya, a coconut jam that may have been inspired by Portuguese custard. However, her recipes did not include cakes, making khanom farang Kudeejeen a dessert unique to the enclave.

Though the cake’s roots lie in the 16th-century intermingling of Portuguese and local traditions in Ayutthaya, it is forever associated with its home in Kudeejeen. After Burmese invaders sacked and destroyed Ayutthaya in 1767, many Siamese-Portuguese, along with other residents of the former capital, migrated to the kingdom’s new seat of power in the town of Thonburi. Here, the king gifted the Siamese-Portuguese community with the land that would become their enclave in 1769. The plot was a reward for aiding in the fight to successfully drive out the Burmese invaders.

Also spelled “Kudi Chin,” Kudeejeen's name is a nod to a nearby Chinese temple and the local Chinese community. Diners can see the influence of these Chinese neighbors in khanom farang Kudeejeen’s toppings. Considered symbolic of health and fortune, the dried fruit was originally added to the cakes just for Lunar New Year celebrations. But the decorative, auspicious additions proved so popular that bakeries have since incorporated them into the cupcake year-round.

Thonburi’s time as a major hub was short-lived: The capital moved across the Chao Phraya river to what would become Bangkok in 1782. But the Siamese-Portuguese community of Kudeejeen stayed put. Still very close to the capital, Thonburi is now a district within greater Bangkok. Despite the staggering size of Thailand’s largest city—it has an estimated 10.7 million residents as of this year—just the three, hole-in-the-wall bakeries continue to make khanom farang Kudeejeen from their small, diverse enclave. For the Kudeejeen locals, they are a special occasion treat and a New Year staple or gift. For visitors, they are a great souvenir and a must-buy when visiting the area.

While not all of us have our own charcoal brazier, it’s still possible to make a version of khanom farang Kudeejeen at home with the recipe below.

Homemade Khanom Farang Kudeejeen

Yield: 10–12, depending on the size of your cupcake liners and muffin pan Special equipment: An electric mixer with beaters Cupcake liners Muffin pan For the cupcakes: 6 eggs (the small eggs used in this recipe were around 45 grams each) 1/3 cups of flour 1/2 cups of fine white sugar A splash of vanilla extract (optional) For the toppings: 2 tablespoons of assorted raisins and dried fruit 1 tablespoon of white sugar 1. Preheat your oven to 360° F and place the cupcake liners in the muffin pan. 2. Measure out all the ingredients and set them aside. As there is no raising agent, the fluffiness of the cupcakes relies entirely on the aerated eggs, so it’s important to move quickly. In a mixing bowl, add the eggs, sugar, and—if desired—a splash of vanilla extract, then beat the ingredients using an electric mixer until the mixture is foamy and very pale. This should take at least a minute; the mixture should double in size and be a little stiff. 3. Gradually sieve and stir in the flour (do not pour it in all at once). If you end up with lumps, whisk the mixture again with the electric mixer. Make sure to do it swiftly so that it doesn’t deflate. Don’t worry about it being too runny. If the cupcakes are thick with too much flour, they will become too dense. 4. Fill up each cupcake liner to 3/4 full and place the tray in the oven. 5. Let the cupcakes bake for two minutes before adding the dried fruit on top. Add as many as you like then sprinkle the cakes with some sugar before putting them back in the oven. 6. Let the cupcakes bake for 12–15 more minutes before pulling them out (check about halfway through and rotate the tray if they’re baking too much on one side). Do the toothpick test to check if they are ready. They might deflate and wrinkle a little afterward, but that is normal.

[cloveroctobers]

•ALLEGRA BIANCHI•

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(24) 26 years old

From Swansea, Wales

Ofc she knows who Catherine Zeta-Jones is...her mother literally resembles her and remembers people coming up to her mom countless times asking for a pic growing up, and Allegra hated taking pics for these imbeciles...mainly because the attention wasn’t on her

has a dysfunctional family...

her mother is critical of almost everything she does but at least she paying attention?

and feels her father is neglectful and only seems to be heard when she’s in his face

all they know how to do is scream at each other instead of talking calmly to one another

her mother is of Venezuelan heritage

And Her father is of Italian heritage

her father’s side of the family resides in calabria italy

he named her after his high school gf that passed away due to his irresponsible drunk driving on their senior prom night

Her parents do not have the healthiest of relationships due to her father constantly cheating on her mother in the past...leading to verbal and physical fights

also has a kid or two outside of their marriage because of his unfaithfulness and allegra learned to hate them because of the hurt her mother showcased

In the beginning she was only around them because her father enforced it, that she needed to know her family “blood is all you got in the end.” He would always say but that was bs

Would take her, her half sibs, and her full sibs on day trips/weekend trips in his suburban

Has three full older brothers and one full younger sister

Because of this, Allegra did not have a clear view of what love was supposed to be and felt that anger in a relationship is supposed to be somewhat of the norm?

Many times she wished at night in her bed with a pillow over her head that her parents would just file for a divorce already when their fights would get bad to the point things would get broken and her mother would h*t her father (once with a metal bat) and throw him out of the house

Has had the cops called on their household before and cps definitely has/had a file on them

Has been in family therapy before and is currently in therapy mainly for herself because of the trauma & how it’s messed with her spirit as a person

Loves? Cares for her parents from afar but will never understand their relationship and why they’re still together to this day

Can go months without speaking to any of her family members and be completely fine with that

Had her younger sis, Nerina put her PRIVATE shit on blast via internet after love island aired and completely cut her off since she is “a clout chaser and money hungry bitch who can’t take care of own her child cause she opened her legs to a meth head who loves prison” OOP

she only has a decent relationship with one of her brothers who’s two years older than her, Vito. They seem to be the closest out of the sibs and he’s the only one she bothers to speak to from time to time

She’s a “cocktail entrepreneur” so I’m guessing she has her own business where she specializes in her own cocktail drinks? Working in some upscale rooftop/penthouse bar where she successfully makes profits from her signature drinks or has a brand that focuses mainly on cocktails

It took years for her business to take off and hasn’t been easy, not one bit. At times it felt like everyone wanted to see her fail and she has openly spoken about her struggles as not only a entrepreneur but as a woman in this business where no one wanted to take a chance on her

That just lit the fire that’s already inside of her

Aries sun + Leo moon + Scorpio rising? (Personality vs how you react to things emotionally vs you’re outside shell for those who don’t follow this too much. I’m not too in depth about it but I do find it interesting!)

Or should she be reversed as a Leo sun with a Aries moon? Aries are direct, fiery, one step ahead of others, impulsive, and know how to take charge. Leo’s are dramatic, loves attention, passionate, loyal, warm, and have a need to express their passions, and scorpios are intense, secretive, mysterious, and work strategically

anyways, I feel like she’s definitely improved as a person over the span of two years? Or at least I hope she has cause everyone goes thru changes

And she was frustrating in s1 so I just know she had some deeper issues going on so I really think therapy is helping her ass I wish it would help me lmao

Being cheated on honestly made her feel like her mother, weak in her mind she was with this dude for awhile—3 years and he just up and thought it was okay to cheat on her? With his personal trainer?! Yet he didn’t gain any muscle mass?! The ultimate disrespect!!! but one thing she knew? She wasn’t going to stick around like her mom did

But she was bitter about it foresure. She ultimately wanted to corner the girl for messing with HER man but part of her knew she wasn’t the only one to blame. However that didn’t stop her for cussing her out via voicemail a couple of times while intoxicated

Allegra always strived for love cause she’s never really seen it before or felt it

Sure she’s had many boyfriends before?And their names didn’t matter not only because she didn’t remember them? But she never felt the spark with them in the first place?

Maybe she wasn’t meant for love so she kinda put on this bitchy front and always been that way with some shitty friends she had around her until she recently cut them off a year ago

has gotten herself into trouble as a kid: trespassing, and destroying public property, smoking in the girls bathroom, physical altercations, cutting class, being assigned community service, etc... all with these friends she’s had for years!

Before she met her problematic friends in secondary, when she was in her pre-teen stage she was involved in the handbell team and in the Color guard but hates to admit it even tho her parents have pics all over the flat

went away to uni for a semester and wanted to join a sorority but the hazing was extreme to the point she was sent to the hospital then accepted? Which led to more trauma in her life so she dropped out

A few years later she decided on online courses and moved out of her parents flat as soon as she could with the $ she saved up and did not leave in the house since it was not safe to smh

Therapy was really helping sis, she felt a lot better and was working on her deep rooted issues mainly the anger and hurt and never really realized how it revolves around her life. She was super thankful for her therapist and reshaping herself

Many didn’t buy it but she knew she couldn’t give that much of a fuck? She couldn’t. In order to grow you got to learn that you have to involve for yourself and not others

She didn’t like the person she saw watching the show back but when she came back to the reunion a part of her hoped people saw some sort of change in her—even if it’s only been a few months since the show then

Sometimes she’ll slip back into old habits, wanting and doing so by snapping on people and blacking out by getting intoxicated and knowing that healing is a process and valuing yourself is the exact same

has a toy poodle that she loves deeply

doesn’t have many outside friends after cutting off the ones that were toxic

is pro-ab*rtion and had one herself which was aired out by her sister online

has a cozy flat that has a lot of brick exposure inside, a navy sofa which is her favorite piece in her house, and a view to die for!! which erases the fact that her apartment is “cozy” which she uses to replace the fact that it’s much smaller than what she originally wanted. She dreams big ya know!!!

currently has a crush on her art teacher who resembles Adam Rodriguez

but also feels like liking your teacher/instructor is a bit weird? Even tho they’re both grown

yes she is taking art classes now outside of work to find something that’ll bring her peace and these pass months they have until COVID hit where classes had to be cancelled yet she was contacted to continue online but she felt her art was truly shit but he says art is subjective

She feels like there’s a connection there? But at the same time isn’t looking for another relationship until she fully works on herself first! That took awhile for her to accept after she fell into some relations with a few ppl after the show

from there she realized that she might like girls too? And got a little annoyed that it took her this long to figure out especially with the way she felt around MC and cherry

doesn’t like to admit this but her fav holiday is Christmas? Even tho the theme is majorly corny to her but it actually makes her happy?

Feels like that was the only time her family showed love towards each other, and even tho they didn’t come from much, they always followed thru with their traditions

and she misses them a little bit around this time and might be the first one to call them even if the calls are short lived and kinda awkward at first

Loves making gingerbread houses and cookies

i feel like she now embraces her forearm hair but still gets everything else lasered

Miss Allegra has inches okay?! But I definitely feel like now in 2020 she’s chopping that shit off into a pixie cut and when she posts on the gram her hair is usually always damp when she shows it off

some comments — jake: lovely! Jen: babe, ur beautiful! Erikah: 😍 Tim: how hot! You’ve got the whole resident evil thing goin for yous

“Did he just call me a virus?”

And she might get a like from mason that’ll make her feel some type of way

We all have to go thru some growth you know so do you girl!

You can’t tell me she doesn’t play stabscotch!

Used to be obsessed with social media way before going on love island but lately doesn’t mind disappearing for months at a time? You have to cleanse yourself from that shit

idk i see her being mostly cool with jen or erikah and will hang out with them from time to time? Maybe they experienced some growth too, shit I sure hope so

still feels something for mason??? But at the same time maybe it was mainly superficial since mason wasn’t fucking with her like that, not 100% but at the same time gets frustrated that he still doesn’t see where she’s coming from and it’s been 2 years???

She loves hard if given the chance and then feels like shit when it doesn’t work out cause it feels like she wasted a fuck load of time

she no longer follows him because she feels like it’s better for her spirit or whatever and she doesn’t need to see him with someone else

the only guy that she really interacts with is Tim, yet tim is cool with everybody!

Otherwise there’s no real connection with her and anybody else? She wants to keep love island separate from herself now because she’s not exactly the same as she was two years ago? And hopes someday people will get that

Probably watches those auction shows on the telly late at night when she can’t sleep, hoping and can afford some of those things one days

I feel like she has chronic migraines too?

Once had a significant other buy her Allegra-D in all seriousness for her birthday because it reminded them of her & thought it would help her headaches 🤨

Loves the snow, but hates cleaning it off her car! S/O to those HOA fees, bless it cause leggy’s deff bussed her ass once before breaking her collarbone and sued like a mf!!!

Since her hours are hardly consistent since she’s mainly her own boss, she’ll have late nights/early mornings when she returns home and has to shift days where she cleans the flat but when she cleans??? It’s best everyone stays tf out of her way

And don’t try to help her cause you’re doing it wrong 10/10 of the time, she loves cleaning and has dropped mad money on those super expensive vacuums

Only knows how to make what’s relative to her culture: arepas, penne alla vodka, and cawl but otherwise than that? She’d rather clean then spend hours in a kitchen cooking unless she’s making cocktails ofc!

also loves shopping for clothes but shoes are her fav things to shop for

Deff has a steamer over a iron for her clothes

Keeps eucalyptus and lavender oil in her purse at all times

posts mainly on her stories and made a deal with her supporters that she’ll go live once a month since she feels like she owes them that? Since she’s not as active anymore but she really doesn’t owe anybody shit but out of the newfound kindness of her heart...she does

Believes she got Covid before they all decided to do a shut down/lockdown of restaurants, bars, etc.. and her suspicions were proven correct after she decided to get tested

her anthem? Kali Uchis — Dead to me (acoustic version)

[sylvain-writes]

Guarded Hearts and Safe Houses (Leonardo x Reader) Chapter 3/9

Rated: T Gender Neutral Reader, canon typical violence/injury, light angst, strangers to lovers, supportive family for @melodiousmelodrama

You wake just as the sun comes up and in truth you’ve barely gotten any sleep at all. In the living room, Donnie, Mikey, and Raph snore soundly. Your father putters around the kitchen, making coffee and whipping up eggs for quiche.

“I imagine they’ll be hungry. It’s got protein and I’m sure reptiles eat eggs. They are reptiles, aren’t they?” Your father rambles when he’s nervous. Of course, a house full of strangers - mutant strangers - would have him on edge. “Gram will be up in an hour or so to watch the news and take her meds. Do you think… Well, no they’re too big to hide, aren’t they?”

“Dad…” you smile sweetly at his concerns, “it’s going to be OK.” Bitterly, you remember Leo’s reluctance to accept your family’s help. How he acted like it was an inconvenience to him. You remember the eager way he pulled his hand away from yours. “Have you seen Leo? I can ask him when they plan to ship out.” You doubt he’d want to ‘accept charity’ or ‘overstay his welcome’ or ‘drum up more debt,’ or whatever Leo is calling it this morning.

Your Dad points with the egg soaked whisk, indicating the rooftop as he catches drips with his bowl. “I checked on him. He’s a troubled young man.”

You roll your eyes and start a kettle of tea for yourself. But when you open the cabinet for a mug, you take down a pair of travel mugs without much of a thought. 

Looking down at the mugs, you sigh knowing you’ll bring tea for Leo in spite of the pinched feeling in your chest. Once both mugs are prepared and sealed, you take your jacket off the hook and head for the window.

"The stairwell works, you know," Father says as you reach for the window latch.

You give you father a shrug and accept the cups of tea he passes through the window to you on the fire escape. "Thanks."

"Don't be too hard on him," your father says, somehow reading your thoughts. "I think he's punishing himself up there, blaming himself for what happened to his brothers."

"Did Mikey wake up yet?" you ask with concern.

You're relieved by your father's nod. "Mom checked him out before he fell asleep again. They're all going to be fine. Could use some more rest though."

Father closes the window behind you and you make the climb up the metal stairs to the roof.

You find Leo slowly carrying out a series of movements. You assume it's a form of Tai Chi or Yoga. Careful not to disturb him, you take a seat by the ladder and allow yourself to be lured by the strength of his forms.

Leo turns, pulling his fists to his hips as he takes a wide stance. Facing you, he comes to a stop, expels a measured breath, and meets your gaze. "I know why you're here.”

"You do?"

Another slow breath. "I mapped a route,” he says, his tone devoid of emotion. “If we leave before the top of the hour, we'll have enough cover to make it to the sewers."

"I'm not here to kick you out. I brought tea.” You gesture to the mugs sitting beside you and cross your arms over your chest. “And Father's making breakfast. You'd be rude to leave now."

Leo seems invulnerable to your attempts at humor. "We can't impose ourselves on you any longer."

How can he think your family is trying to push them out, when all they’ve done is ask them to stay, to recover. "You're not an imposition. Don't you get that? Your brothers are hurt, Leo. You're hurt."

Leo walks over, and reluctantly takes the mug when it’s offered. "We heal quickly," he assures you, blowing carefully over the tea before taking a sip. His stubbornness, however, doesn’t blind you to his lingering injuries.

"You were dropping your arm while you did your karate thing. The left side was always a bit slower than your right. Tell me that was deliberate."

Leo rolls his shoulder. Though he manages to suppress a wince, his eyes go tight at the corners. "It's nothing."

"It'll matter in a fight."

"I'll be back to rights by nightfall. Krang won't attack during the light of day. Not yet, at least."

"So that settles it.” You smile. You’ve won. “Wait til nightfall."

Inside, everyone was seated around the table for breakfast. Everyone.

You pulled up short, seeing Gram's chair at the head of the table. "Gram, you're… in the kitchen..."

Grandmother purses her lips. "I got hungry dear and I could smell your father overcooking the quiche again."

You scan the room, wondering what her reaction had been to the mutants. "So you came out to help and..."

"And found there was no need.” She gave a light chuckle. “Donatello had it under control. Finally got the oven calibrated. And that Raphael,” she pet his arm and he seemed to melt under her attention, “such wonderful knife skills."

"What about Mikey?"

"Oh,” she says, smiling affectionately, “he's eaten half the donuts in the box."

Mikey scowls, powdered sugar dusting his lips and fingertips. "Hey, lay off. It's all part of the healing process. OK?” He stuffs another donut hole into his mouth, muffling his voice. “I was gravely injured, dudes. I need proper sustenance to repair the damage."

Raph snorts as crumbs fall into Mikey’s lap. "Yeah, too bad them donuts ain't cure brain damage."

"Uh huh," Donatello smirks at both of his younger brothers and Raph kicks him under the table.

“You’re one t’ talk, brainiac .” It’s a curious exchange. Raphael both poking fun of and defending Mikey nearly in the same breath.

Leo sighs at your side before addressing his brothers. "Get your strength up, guys. Help out where you can.” To your grandmother and father, Leo gives a small bow. “We thank you for your hospitality. You've been gracious hosts and your medical assistance has been invaluable. I'm sorry to impose ourselves upon your family for any longer than truly necessary, but-"

"But nothin," Raph says, swallowing hard to clear a mouthful of pancakes. You see Gram sneaking more turkey bacon onto the big guy's plate. "They said we could stay. Donnie called Splinter. It's all good, bro. Sit. Eat. Chill."

Mindful of his injuries, but going along with his brother’s playful spirit, you nudge Leo with an elbow. "Yeah, bro. Chill.” You know Splinter’s approval goes a long way, but you think seeing his brothers well and comfortable around your family has allowed Leo to breathe easier. He doesn’t resist when you push him toward an empty chair.

The rest of the day goes by better than you could have imagined. Who knew they guys were as obsessed with retro gaming as your cousins?

Mikey isn't feeling well enough to pick up a controller, but he's quick to offer insights and cheat codes for the game.

Leo spends most of the time fussing over his younger brothers. He makes sure there are snacks and water, breaks from screen time, and injury checks. It seems like Mikey passing up his turns in video games is really out of character for the guy. Leo watches him closer than the rest.

The concern Leo shows for his brothers niggles at your heart. It pushes aside the parts of him that annoy you to make room for growing respect. Affection for the man sneaks up on you, warming your chest before you realize it’s there.

Leo stands beside the TV, waving a tea towel in front of his brother’s faces, announcing it's time for dinner. You almost want to laugh at the scene. His brothers sprawled over the living room fighting over controllers and bags of pretzels, while he clucks at them like a mother hen.

But then something about it kind of clicks. You get it. You understand why he's stern and focused. He's taken it upon himself to be the responsible one. And his brothers are able to goof off, able to have these hours of fun, because of that.

"We're heading out after we eat,” Leo says as Donnie turns off the TV. Leo skips over you as he takes turns looking all of his brothers in the eye. "Get this place cleaned up."

Dinner is full of laughing and teasing, carried over from the evening’s gaming. You think you even spot a smile on Leo's face once or twice.

You pass him the basket of bread and catch his eye. You're grateful for the moment he spends looking at you, still smiling at his brothers’ warm-heartedly debate with Gran on whether or not milk belongs in tea.

It’s sad to see them go, but you don’t expect the guys to return so soon.

Donatello is the one at the window, not four hours later.

Just when you were getting water, about to turn in for bed, you hear a knock on the window. You jump at the sound. The glass in your hand slips into the sink.

Donnie keeps to the shadows on the fire escape. The news he brings is devastating. His eyes don’t meet yours when he speaks and his tone of voice sounds discordantly flat compared to the news he brings, but you know he’s telling the truth. There’s no way anyone would lie about this.

“The Lair, our home, has been destroyed.”

With an arm outstretched toward the kitchen chairs, you invite him to sit, but he remains crouched outside the window in the dark.

“We have to find somewhere to lie low. Leo will say it’s selfish to ask… that we can’t ask for more from your family… but it’s the only way I see it, that we can be safe and keep your family safe as well.”

Your blood runs cold. “My family? You think we’re at risk.”

“I honestly don’t know. But it stands to reason that anywhere we’ve been is at risk. We can defend your home, your family, if we are here. Or nearby. Perhaps there’s someplace-”

“No. Stay. Gran knows you guys now. I can spend the night in her room. You can spread out between mine and the living room. It’s not ideal, but it could work. Right?”

Donnie's eyes close as he considers what he's lost. “It’s more than we have. It’s more than-”

“It’s yours. I’ll talk to my parents. You know they’ll say yes." Shelter isn't the only help your family can provide. "My father will help anyway he can to find out who did this. And my mother, well, you know she’s fascinated by you guys.”

“Yeah.” There's a small shift in Donatello's stance that makes you retrace your words searching for the source of his discomfort.

“You don't like her poking around, do you?”

“We don’t want to be an experiment. A freakshow.”

“I don't think she sees.you like that, Donatello. But I’ll tell her to back off with the questions about your biology, if that helps.”

Donatello nods, but then shrugs. “I’ll tell her what I can. She's a doctor. If she's really going to help, she'll need to know.”

“Only what you’re comfortable sharing." You know Donatello has taken on the bulk of

medical care for his siblings. He's the expert. If he's acknowledging a need for your mother's help, there must be something about these new enemies, a new danger, he fears.

Concern fills the pit in your stomach. "Where are your brothers?”

Donatello's gaze slides to his right. “Mikey’s here.”

You peer out to see the youngest turtle perched upon the fire escape stairs, camouflaged by shadow. “Why don’t you guys come in?”

“...Cause,” Mikey says rubbing his hands together before giving you a stiff, lop-sided grin, “we’re takin’ you out.”

Your gaze passes between them and Donatello raises a hand to help you through the window. “Out?”

There's a graveness to Donatello's voice that makes Mikey's cheerfulness seem even more forced. “You asked where my brothers are. Well, Mikey’s here, yeah. But Raph and Leo…”

“They’re totally buggin, man.” Mikey's smile is still in place, but you see him swallow hard. You see the twitch at the corner of his eye as he struggles to keep his mood light.

Donatello nods solemnly. “You got through to Leo before. He doesn’t want to ask your family for more. But if you come-”

“I’ll come," you agree quickly. "Of course, I’ll come. Just… let me change clothes?”

Your search for a jacket takes longer than ever. Your mind races and your body quivers with excitement. It was one thing to invite them into your home after watching them fight, after seeing them injured.  It’s another thing to be invited into their home. No, what did Donatello call it?  Their Lair.  

You’re about to step into their world. A world of mutants and monsters. And you’re far less frightened than you think you should be.

[thatfanficstuff]

Impossible - 3

Pairing: Eric Northman x reader

warnings: descriptions of violence, blood

***

You stood at the back of the church, eyes running over the gathering crowd. You’d agreed to come to this event because Sookie begged you to keep her company while Bill spoke. Overnight she’d gone from being Bill’s girlfriend to being on a date with Sam. You sighed as you looked at the two of them sitting next to Tara. What Sookie did with her love life was her business and you would be thrilled if you thought she was actually done with Bill Compton. But you didn’t trust it. Sookie was too fickle, too quick to change her mind. You just hoped Sam didn’t get hurt in the process of her deciding what she wanted. It was fairly obvious her boss was harboring a pretty serious crush.

You’d thought about skipping out and heading to Fangtasia, but Adele would be disappointed if you didn’t stick around. As soon as you had the thought, she came out to introduce Bill. He of course immediately began laying on that thick layer of charm that he expected everyone to buy into and your attention quickly wandered. Your ears picked up the conversation between the sheriff and Andy. Bud was just bound and determined to pin these murders on Bill. As much as you disliked the man, he wasn’t guilty just because he was a vampire.

As his talk continued and drifted to discussion of his family, there was a subtle shift in the demeanor of the room. Not with everyone, but there were some who were clearly distrustful before who were now sympathetic of the life he’d lived. And you were certain, had you been closer to her, you would have seen Sookie fall for the vamp all over again. Poor Sam.

You lingered with the crowd at the end of the night and were surprised when Bill found his way to your side. “Y/N.”

“Bill.”

“I didn’t think to see you here this evening. I thought Eric would have summoned you.”

“He can try.” Your tone was carefree. You had no bond with Eric, owed him no allegiance, but if he called, you’d be at his side in a minute. But that was a choice, not a requirement.

Bill kept a smile plastered on his face as he nodded at the people that passed by. “What exactly is your history with Eric and the Authority?”

Your spine straightened. “I don’t recall that being any of your business, Compton.”

“I will find out.”

“You keep digging where you don’t belong, you won’t like what you uncover.” With that you left. You had intended to stay and help Adele clean up the church but you needed to put some space between you and the vampire. You didn’t need to give the town any more of a show than they’d already had. If Bill insisted on gathering information on you, he’d find answers. He was also likely to find himself at the end of a stake. Your father tended to be slightly overprotective when it came to people in your business.

Not having anywhere particular to go, but not wanting to head home you drove through town and let your mind wander. Pretty much from the moment you got your license, you drove whenever you had thinking to do. Sometimes for hours. That had been your intention until Sookie called asking for a ride. Apparently, her date with Sam hadn’t gone as planned. You rolled your eyes and turned the truck around.

Sookie was waiting right where she said she would be and you pulled up to the curb. She climbed inside with a small smile. “Thanks for picking me up.”

“No problem.” You waited for her to put her seatbelt on then headed for Adele’s house.

Silence filled the cab of the truck and you guessed Sookie was probably grateful for it. She didn’t offer any details of her evening and you didn’t ask. If she wanted you to know, she’d tell you. It wasn’t until you pulled up in front of the house that she spoke. “Gram’s got some pecan pie in the fridge. Want some?”

It wasn’t about the pie, it was about the company. She wasn’t ready to be alone just yet. And you weren’t about to pass up a slice of Adele Stackhouse’s pie. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

You followed her up to the house, the two of you pausing on the porch just long enough for her to take her shoes off. “I don’t know why you wear those things when they pinch your feet.” You had zero tolerance for being uncomfortable for fashion.

Sookie glanced back with a grin and looked down at your feet. “Well, army boots wouldn’t exactly go with this dress, now would they?”

As she said the last word, she slid on something and your hand shot out to steady her. “What the…” Her voice trailed off as your vision focused on the grisly scene before you. She flipped the light switch before you could stop her. The sudden burst of light made you squint. Sookie twisted from your grip and fell to the floor.

Deep crimson was everywhere. Blood splashed across the walls and the counters, but most of it pooled under Adele Stackhouse where she lay unmoving on the floor. You swallowed past the lump in your throat and pulled Sookie up off the floor just as Bill rushed in. You passed Sookie off to him. “Get her out of here.” Bill nodded once and rushed out the back door with her in his arms.

A noise at the front drew your attention, but you weren’t concerned. Whoever killed Adele was long gone. And if they weren’t, that just saved you the trouble of hunting them down later. “Who is it?” Your voice sounded rough and you cleared your throat.

“It’s Sam. I was making sure Sook got home and the front door was open,” he answered from the living room.

“You don’t want to come in here, Sam.”

He didn’t listen and appeared in the doorway a moment later. His wide eyes took in the mess before coming to rest on you. “Oh my God. What happened?”

You ignored the question as the answer was pretty damned obvious. “Sookie’s outside with Bill. Grab her a blanket. Call the Sheriff. I’ll stay with Adele.”

***

The police and technicians of Bon Temps were as competent as you expected them to be. In other words, not at all. You stood to the side and watched them fumble with the evidence and the body. They seemed to have forgotten you were even there as they discussed suspects and motive. And Adele trying to keep the asshole from killing her. As if she could put up much of a fight. Whoever did this could have done it easily and quickly but they chose to make it bloody.

You huffed in irritation and stormed from the house, letting the door slam behind you. Sookie looked up in surprise and you mumbled an apology before you strode across the lawn. You weren’t leaving, but you needed to make a phone call or two.

The first call you made was to Eric and you hoped he’d just answer the phone instead of playing games. You weren’t in the mood. “Y/N. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

His smooth voice instantly made you feel more at ease. Thank fuck he picked up. “I need a cleaning crew.”

The background noise on the phone faded. “What happened? Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. Sookie’s grandmother was murdered. It was…brutal. If you could get someone here as soon as possible, I’d appreciate it.”

There was a pause. “Of course. Text me the address.”

You hung up and sent him the address before quickly dialing another number. You didn’t even let him greet you before speaking. “I’m going to kill someone.”

He was silent as he processed your words. “And you are telling me this because?”

“Just thought you might want to know.”

“Vampire?”

“I don’t know but I doubt it. Most likely human.”

Your father hummed in thought. “Okay. Why are you killing the human?”

“He killed someone I cared about. Adele Stackhouse.”

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I know you thought highly of her.” Your father’s sympathy almost broke you. You took a deep breath to keep from crying. Sookie didn’t need weepy you right now.

“She was a good person. She sure as hell didn’t deserve what he did to her.”

“Is this the same person that killed those other girls?” You kept your father up to date on your life. If you didn’t, he’d just send someone to spy on you anyway. You texted more than you talked but you figured this conversation was best had verbally.

“As near as they can figure, yeah.” You looked back to the house to see them bringing Adele out. “I need to go.”

“Be careful, Y/N. And call me if you need anything. I love you.”

“Love you, too, pop.” You slid your phone back into your pocket and walked back to the house.

Everyone was trying to convince Sookie to stay somewhere else when you rejoined them. Sookie was flat out refusing.

“I’ll stay with her,” you offered. Sookie detached herself from Bill and came over to wrap her arms around you. You held her and rubbed your hands up and down her back.

A plain white van pulled up and Bud frowned. “Who’s that?”

“Cleaners. If you’re done with the house that is.”

Sookie hugged you a little tighter.

He looked at you a moment then nodded. “I suppose that’s all right. Sookie, you call us if you need anything.”

“Thank you.”

“Those are vampire cleaners,” Bill said as the police and the coroner left.

Sookie tilted her head back to look up at you and you smiled. “They’re trained to clean up blood, Sook.”

“Wait. They have companies that clean up vampire kills and you called one of them to come to Sookie’s house?” Sam asked, sounding disgusted.

That’s exactly what you’d done, but you’d feed him a cover story to make him happy. “Actually, they are trained to clean up after a vampire has been killed. It’s a very messy and delicate business and they are good at what they do. And I didn’t call them. Eric did.” You raised a hand and motioned to the workers that they could proceed with the job.

“You told Eric where she lives?” Bill growled.

You laughed. “Oh, honey. Like he couldn’t figure that out on his own. Shouldn’t you be going to bed?”

He scowled at you before looking to Sookie, his features softening. “I will return later.”

She nodded, but didn’t release her hold on you. You glanced at Sam. “Take her up to her room, would you? I want to talk to the crew before I come up.”

You walked into the kitchen to find four people already making a dent in cleaning the mess. “Thanks for coming so quickly.”

“Of course,” one of them said and peeled off her gloves and mask as she came to stand in front of you. She offered a soft smile. “I am sorry for your loss.”

You licked your lips as Adele’s smiling face flashed through your head. “Yeah.” You pulled out your credit card and offered it to her. “Clean the rest of this level as well.”

She shook her head. “Mr. Northman has already seen to it and said to do whatever you asked.”

You nodded once and put the card away. “All right. Thank you.”

“He also asked that we bring this.” She handed you a baggie with a few pills inside. “Valium.”

You took it with another nod. “Just call up the stairs when you’re finished so I can lock up.”

As you headed up the stairs, you pulled out your phone to text Eric. Thank you. I owe you. It was a dangerous thing to say to a vampire. Especially one like Eric, but you acknowledged your debts.

A reply came quickly which surprised you. You thought it would be nightfall again before you heard from him. You owe nothing.

There came that tug at your heart. The one that reminded you of why exactly you fell in love with the Viking to begin with.

You got Sookie to take a valium and once she was asleep, you sat in a chair in the corner of her room. Sam stayed with you, sitting on the floor beside you as he called Tara. Eventually the stress and lack of sleep caught up with you. You leaned your head against the back of the chair and were asleep in minutes.

[blondie1locks]

Set in Season 7 Salvatore brothers brotherly love.

In The Salvatore Boarding House Bonnie and Stefan sat on the couch in the main room. Across from them sat Deputy Matt Donavan, a coffee table separating them.

“Look all I’m saying is that you need to leave, I’m not asking.” Matt spoke roughly.

“Look, Matt I appreciate this whole hero thing you have going on here.” Stefan said, waving his hand around. “But we are not the problem, you're barking up the wrong tree, while you're wasting your time trying to make me leave my home, the real problem is still out there.”

“Vampires.” Matt said sternly.

“Yes, but not us.” Stefan sighed. Damon slugged down the stairs. He almost fell earlier on the last flight of stairs coming from his bedroom, and he was beginning to wonder why they had so many damn stairs in this house. He was shimming down sideways holding onto the railing. His head was pounding in the back of his skull, he could practically hear colors. His eyelids were so heavy, they kept threatening to droop down and let him fall down the stairs, but he was trying to fight it. He could feel his stomach acid in his teeth, hunger pains? Stomach Ache? He just needed his brother, he tried to ignore it but now he needed help, and he was so tired that he didn’t even realise he didn’t like to ask for help. He felt like a child, he knew this was probably because he was sick, but his mind was working like a child too. All he wanted was Stefan, the same way a child wants their mother.

“Stef?” Damon was so relieved to see him he had walked 2 flights of steps but it felt like a mile and half.

“Hey you okay?” Stefan asked, lowering his voice. The concern was shining through. Damon stumbled to the couch and laid down in a fetal position, head in Stefan’s lap. Stefan began running his fingers through Damon’s hair.

“What’s wrong?” He cooed.

“Stomach.” He wanted to tell him the rest but he couldn’t get the words out. His stomach was running his thoughts at the moment. He tasted his stomach acid in his feet, it was bad.

“When was the last time you ate?” Stefan said, his voice was remaining very soft, he was looking down at his brother still running his fingers through his hair. Damon shrugged. Inching his face further down into Stefan’s lap.

“I ate a burger with Ric sometime.”

“No, I mean-” Stefan looked up at Matt. Looking back down at Damon he said. “Real food.”

“I don’t know.”

“If you don’t know then it’s been too long.” Stefan replied.

“Hey, Stefan I need your attention.” Matt said. “I’m trying to make this easy for all of us but I can’t do that if you’re not listening.”

Stefan looked up from Damon and glared at him then looked back down.

“Matt, what the hell is your problem?” Bonnie said, getting heated. “He’s obviously in pain.”

“I’m sorry that your murderer brother is in pain, but we have more important things on the list, and I’m sure wherever you decide to go you can take care of him there.”

“Matt.” Bonnie said.

“I’m sorry Bon, I’m not gonna take on any more of their shit as my problems.”

“Uh, sorry to interrupt but I’m gonna go get him some food so.” Stefan tried to stand up and as soon as he did Damon reached out his hand. His outstretched arm like a baby who wants something, but does not have the words. However, not a baby, he wanted Stefan to stay, but he was too tired to find words.

“Okay you can come with me.” He said helping Damon up. Damon made noises of agreement. Stefan helped Damon down the steps to the cellar, and he grabbed 3 blood bags from the cooler. 3 pints. Yeah that should be good. He helped Damon back up blood bags in hand, and turned off the basement light. He put the two blood bags down on the coffee table, and uncorked the one, sitting down, positioning Damon next to him he handed it to his brother.

“Slowly.” He said before Damon even drank any. Damon put his head on Stefan’s shoulder and started drinking the blood silently.

“Okay.” Stefan said, letting out a large breath and smiling.

“I’m not comfortable with him drinking that here.”

“Matt.” Bonnie warned. Knowing that especially while Damon was in a weak state and reliant, not to mention willingly reliant on Stefan, nothing was going to get between Stefan and making sure Damon was okay.

“What Bon?” He said straining. “That blood was supposed to save lives, help humans in need.”

“It’s our house, you’re welcome to leave if you want.” “Frankly I don’t like the ideas your proposing anyway, so why don’t you….come back...tomorrow...and see if you have any….uh better ideas.”

“It isn’t an idea, Stefan.” “You will leave Mystic Falls, and if I won’t leave your house until I make that completely clear to you.” “In the meantime while I’m a guest at your home, I don’t want to watch a murderer guzzle a bag of blood in front of my face.” “Honestly I don’t think that’s too much to ask for.”

Damon winced in pain. Stefan’s attention was immediately shifted.

“Hey, you okay?” The drastic change in tone was almost funny to Bonnie, but her best friend was in pain, so she hardly found it funny.

“Stomach.” He said quietly.

“Okay, come on.” Stefan said kissing the top of Damon’s head. They walked into the bathroom that was right behind where they were sitting and shut the door. Damon was crying, but he wasn’t making any noise.

“I’m sorry.” He said, hiccuping softly.

“Hey, hey hey.” Stefan said, rubbing his back softly. “You have nothing to be sorry about.” Damon looked unconvinced. “Belive me okay?” He kissed the top of Damon’s head, pulling his head into his chest, and stroking his hair.

“Mk.” Damon mumbled. Damon hiccuped again, and Stefan helped him get his face to the toilet bowl. Damon gagged softly but nothing came up. Stefan was rubbing soothing circles on his back, and he gagged again, heaving into the toilet as watery vomit and blood shot out of Damon’t mouth. He felt the tears in the back of his eyes from the forceful vomiting, and when it stopped his abdomen was still cramping from having pushed it all up.

“Mmm.” Damon winced in pain as his abominable muscles screamed at him. Stefan pulled him into a soft hug, and Damon buried his face in his brother’s shoulder.

“ ‘M sorry.” Damon said his voice muffled.

“Shhh, hey don’t say that okay, you have nothing to be sorry about.” Stefan soothed.

“Stef.” Damon winced.

“Okay.” Stefan said understanding immediately. He turned Damon around where he was left once again sputtering up watery vomit and blood. Damon wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

“You done?” Stefan asked rubbing circles on his back.

“Yeah I think so.” Damon said meekly. He was very tired. Stefan flushed the toilet wincing at how much blood Damon had thrown up, and helped his brother off the floor.

While Damon and Stefan were in the bathroom this conversation could be heard:

“What the hell happened to you Matt?” Bonnie asked wincing as she heard Damon vomit again. “I realised what was happening, and you are going to too.” He said crossing his arms.

“That dosen’t bother you?” She said pointing at the bathroom door. “One of your bestfriends is in pain, you could be more sympathetic.” She said her face twisted with disgust for one of her former friends.

“I’m sorry I’m not friends with murders Bon.” “I mean I don’t sympathise with people who kill and hunt and enjoy it.” He said.

“Vampires.” She said crossing her arms.

“Bonnie they took everything from us.” “What happened to our little town, look at everyone we lost because of the Salvatore brothers.” “Vicky, your grams, Elena, Jenna, Jo, Liv.” “They’re never coming back” He said.

“Elena would have been dead after the bridge if it wasn’t for Stefan!”

“Opposed to what she is now?!” “Bonnie you are never going to see her again, you can’t change the facts.” “Your life is tied to hers.” “Caroline, for gods sake, do you think she wanted to be a vampire?” “She was my friend!”

“She still can be!” She said, tears in her eyes.

“No, because no matter who they are when it comes down to it, you and I are just food.” “Your wasting your life trying to be more than that.” He said harshly his words biting, but not really having any power over Bonnie.

Present:

The door opened and Stefan and Damon sat down on the couch again. Stefan grabbed another blood bag off of the table. He looked at Damon.

“Slowly.” He said again before handing the bag to him. They resumed their earlier position.

“Okay, because you insist on not leaving my house I guess you can finish whatever other bullshit you have to say.” Stefan sighed.

“By tomorrow at 10am I expect you to be packed and left.” “I dont care where you go, as long as it’s not here.” Stefan chuckled.

“Oh you are not giving this up are you?” Bonnie said shocked.

“No, I’m not.” Matt said. Stefan noticed Damon drinking the blood a bit too fast, and put his finger on top of the hole.

Damon was very hungry, he wanted stefan to move his finger, as they continued talking he began to (not obviously) chew on Stefan’s finger. His eyes glistened with the tears from the bathroom, and he looked like a small child. Stefan didn’t mind Damon chewing on his finger, he knew that how hungry he was he needed the blood, and was just trying to tell him to move his finger, but he didn’t move it. Damon needed time to disgust what he had just drank, and if he needed help drinking it slowly then he would help him.

Damon however was getting impatient, his stomach cramped with hunger pains, and he couldn’t even think straight. He could not hear the conversation happening around him but it was fading in and out.

“Matt think about this.” Bonnie said.

“It’s already been thought about.” he heard Matt say.

And faded out.

“Can you not have your brother sloshing blood in my damn face.”

And faded out.

“Okay there you go Damon.” Finally Stefan moved his finger after what felt like years. (It was 3 minutes.) Damon tasted the blood again. Content and eating he nuzzled further into Stefan. Stefan put his arm around Damon and rubbed his shoulder. Damon sucked gently on the blood bag like a child drinking a sippy cup. He was trying so hard to drink slowly so that Stefan would not cover up his drink again but he couldn’t. He drank fast, it tasted so good he was so hungry. Stefan put his finger over it again. Damon looked sadly up at Stefan. Trying to find the words.

“Hungry.” He said.

“I know but I don’t want you to be sick again.” Stefan said, rubbing his back. Damon began to chew lightly on Stefans finger again, waiting for him to move it.

“I’ll come back tomorrow because you’re obviously not paying attention.” Matt said as he left.

Stefan and Bonnie rolled their eyes.

“You okay Damon?” Bonnie asked. He didn’t realize he was being spoken to at first, and Bonnie was very patient.

“Mhm.” He said, still chewing on Stefan’s finger.

“Is he chewing on your finger?”

“Yeah, he wants me to move my finger, but I don’t want-“

“Him to be sick.” She finished

“Yeah.” He said. “I think I’m gonna take him upstairs so if you want to leave you can…”

“I can stay.” Bonnie said.

“Uh, okay.” He said not really wanting her to stay, but more focused on Damon at the moment. He helped Damon up the stairs, Stefan holding the two blood bags much to Damon’s disappointment. Once they reached Damon’s room and Damon was laying on his bed, Stefan placed one blood bag on the night-stand and gave the other to his brother. He got the trash can from the bathroom and put a towel on the bed, just in case of another incident. Damon hiccuped and that was when Stefan realized how fast he was drinking the blood.

“Woah, woah.” he said, putting his finger on top of the spout. Damon hiccuped again. Stefan put the blood bag down on the night-stand and Damon reached over.

“No, not yet.” Stefan said, rubbing Damon’s shoulders. “You had a lot at once.” Damon hiccuped again. “You okay Dam?” Stefan said, rubbing his hands up and down his brother's arms. Damon nodded. Bonnie walked into the room, he knew she just wanted to help, but Damon was going to be too embarrassed to tell him what was wrong if she was there, especially after she noticed him chewing on Stefan’s finger. Stefan sighed trying not to be mad at the girl who had countlessly stucken up for him, and sacrificed herself for all of them. Just focus on Damon, maybe if you don’t acknowledge her he won’t. He thought. Damon was chewing on his lip, it was obvious that he was very hungry, and when vampires are very hungry their mouth’s need to be engaged. (one of the reasons he was chewing on his brother's finger earlier.) Stefan just hoped he didn’t make his lip bleed and try to feed off himself. It wasn’t uncommon for starving vampires to try, but it usually tastes like shit and made them vomit. Which Damon had done enough of today. He could hear the blood shifting around in Damon’s stomach with vampire hearing, just remaining hopeful that he didn’t get sick again. Damon kept eyeing his pillow, obvious that he wanted to chew on the corner of it to engage his mouth. (again vampire hunger.) And Stefan just wanted him to do it so that he wouldn’t be in so much pain. ( completely made up by me but when vampires are hungry their mouths need to be engaged because thor fangs want to come out, so if they are chewing on something they don’t have all that pressure building up behind their canines.) Damon grabbed his pillow and Stefan was very hopeful, but he just held it in front of him as he held back tears from the pressure. He started to rub his upper lip, and the prt between his nose and mouth to relieve the pressure. And finally it was too much and he started biting his right index finger descritley. It wasn’t enough. Damon winced at the building pressure.

“Come’ere.” Stefan said. Damon slid across the bed over to his brother. “Get your pillow.” He said. Damon laid against Stefan, facing towards his chest, holding his pillow like a child holds their stuffed animal. Damon was too embarrassed to chew on the corner of his pillow, but he wanted so badly to release some of the pressure. Stefan pulled him closer so that Bonnie (Who was sitting in a chair across the room) couldn’t see Damon’s face.

“It’s okay, you can chew it.” He said quietly so that only Damon could hear. Damon shook his head. “You’ll feel better, okay?” “Release some of the pressure, you were massaging your lip, I’m sure it hurts.” He said stroking down Damon’s hair. “She can’t see you.” Damon looked up. He held his pillow to his chest and began to sheepishly chew on his pillow corner. It wasn’t obvious because he was chewing with his front teeth, not his side, but he sighed in relife at the sudden change in pressure. He was curled up to Stefan as he continued to chew on the corner of his pillow, Stefan looked down at him happy that he had taken his advice and happy that Damon seemed to feel a little better pressure wise. Stefan was running his fingers through Damon’s hair and holding him close so Bonnie couldn’t see what he was doing. Bonnie wanted to prove to Stefan something that wasn’t really true, she wanted to prove that Damon was as comfortable around her as he was with him, because she felt their friendship had been questioned lately. Damon loved her, don’t get me wrong, but he has his same front up with her that he does with everyone, even Elena. Sick Damon however did not have the energy to put up that front, so he was very embarrassed and vulnerable. Bonnie walked over from her chair, Damon stopped chewing, he took his mouth off the pillow and put it down. Stefan sighed, just when Damon was starting to chew it with force so that he would get real relife he’s too embarrassed to continue, of course.

“Hey Damon.” Bonnie said sitting down on the bed.

“Hi.” He said not looking at her.

“You okay?” she asked. He nodded, curling further into Stefan’s side.

“Hey um Bonnie?” Stefan asked.

“Mm?”

“I kind of have to go get another blood bag but I don’t want to make him get up so could yo-”

“Yeah, I’ll watch him.” He looked at her trying to hide his puzzlement. I had meant if you could go get it, but I guess that works too. He thought.

“Okay, be right back.” He stood up.

“No.” Damon said shortly.

“I'll be right back okay?” Stefan said. Damon was already embarrassed that he had involuntarily said no to Stefan leaving so he just said “k.”

Damon was so embarrassed he could just die.

“You wanna come sit with me?” She asked.

“No I’m okay.” He said. Damon’s head was pounding, he needed more blood, now. He looked over to the night stand to see the two blood bags sitting there. He stared at the one he had drunk out of, the blood was just sitting there, a little cork in the way. He could smell it, it was too much. He felt his eye-veins threatening to make an appearance, and he was just hoping he could eat before then.

“You hungry?” she said kindly. He nodded. Licking and biting his lip to try to keep his fangs and veins from popping out.

“You can eat.” She said. “Just don’t drink too much, okay?” He nodded vigorously and grabbed the bag off of the nightstand. In one quick motion he was uncorking the blood bag, and drinking it. He felt the warmth in the back of his throat as the blood went down, it was heaven.

“Hey, don’t drink too much.” Bonnie warned. But it was too late, he couldn’t stop he was so hungry and she didn’t poses the tools to stop him. He drank the whole bag in less than a minute, wiped his mouth, and leaned back against the pillows breathing heavy. He felt better, but worse. He was dizzy, but he was happy. He felt pain in his abdomen, and put his arm across there still breathing heavy. The pressure in his fangs was back ten fold, and he hiccuped as his brother walked in.

“Okay.” Stefan said putting down the the blood bags on the night stand. He then noticed the empty bag on the bed. “Did you drink this?” he asked although he already knew the answer. Damon pulled his head into his knees, hiding his face and letting a few tears run down his face. “I’m so sorry.” He said sniffling. Stefan was at his side in an instant. Petting his hair, hugging him.

“No, no, it’s okay you couldn’t help it you were just hungry.” He kissed the top of Damon’s head.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.” Damon said rocking back and forth on his feet.

“Hey look at me, it’s okay Damon, I’m not mad.” Damon sobbed.

“Shhh.” Stefan held him to his chest and let him finish crying. Damon had used up a lot of energy, and he was warm and being held by Stefan so he fell asleep with his face on Stefan’s chest. Once he was asleep Stefan turned to Bonnie.

“Did you tell him to drink that?”

“Yeah, he kept staring at it and biting his lip so I just thought he was hungry.”

“He is hungry, I just have to be here with him when he drinks it, because he’s going to get sick now.” Stefan said.

“I’m sorry.” Bonnie said.

“It’s okay.” Stefan said breathing in. Damon woke up from his restless short nap. He blinked a few times, and nuzzled his face into Stefan’s chest.

“Hey, you okay?” Stefan said softly. Damon huffed in the snot from crying and wiped off his nose and eyes with his hand. He shook his head.

“It hurts.” He said. “It’s all my fault, I was too hungry I didn’t think.” He said, voice breaking at the end.

“Shhh, hey hey, it’s not your fault at all.” Stefan kissed his head again. Damon hiccuped, covering his mouth. Stefan started to help Damon up to go to the bathroom.

“I can take him.” Bonnie said.

“Where?” Stefan asked, confused.

“To the bathroom, to throw up.” She said. Stefan looked at her.

“Uh- I think he wants me.” Stefan said as Damon hiccuped again.

“I don’t think he cares.” Bonnie said.

“Uh okay.” He said giving her Damon’s arm. Damon looked upset, but couldn’t say anything and risk vomiting on the floor. He looked back at Stefan as they walked away.

In the bathroom:

“Okay, you're okay.” Bonnie said, putting Damon on the floor. He leaned over the toilet bowl, sweating, but he couldn’t bring himself to throw up. He held it back as the acid scratched his throat bringing tears to his eyes that dripped into the toilet along with the sweat.

“Damon, you gonna throw up?” She said confused why he was obviously straining to not vomit.

“You're in the bathroom, it’s okay you can let go.” She said softly. He shook his head. “Come on Damon I gotta prove a point here.” She said pleading. He shook his head his face twisting in a ‘I’m gonna cry’ position. Because Bonnie is Bonnie and she cares about her friends she opened the door to get Stefan so that Damon could feel better.

“Stefe-.” “Oh.” He was standing right at the doorway.

“I heard the whole thing, vamp hearing.”

“Oh,right.” She said moving out of the way. “I’ll wait out here,”

“Okay, thank you Bonnie .” Stefan walked in and went to damon’s side. “You’re okay Damon.” He said rubbing circles on his back. Damon swallowed hard.

“I didn’t want to.” He said.

“I know, but I’m here now.” He said rubbing Damon’s back. “It’s okay shh.” “Just let go, same with the pillow you felt so much better right?” He could feel Damon shaking, he was nervous, heart racing.

“Mhm.” “Stef.” He said, reaching out his hand as he felt it coming up.

“It’s okay.” Stefan said, holding Damon’s hand. Damon whimpered. He gagged, saliva dripping out of his mouth. Stefan rubbed circles on his back. He gagged again, hiccuping and coughing. He pushed out a little bit of blood. He gagged, red watery vomit coming out of his mouth. He gagged again as the floodgates burst open and he shot out a stream of the watery substance. Forcefully he continued vomiting for a few more seconds before he fell back against Stefan, completely out of breath, and gasping for air. He was shaking hard, and Stefan pulled him into another soft hug as his body was wracked with sobs. Damon put his hand on his lower stomach.

“Dose it still hurt?” Stefan asked.

“Yeah.” Damon whispered. He pulled out of Stefan’s arms as he vomited into the toilet bowl again. He was left gagging over the toilet with nothing more to throw up.

“Okay, I don’t think you have anything left to bring up.” Stefan said, rubbing his back. “You wanna go back to bed?” he continued sweetly. Damon was rubbing his upper lip again, pinching it between his fingers. He chewed softly on his fingers for a few minutes. They walked back into the bedroom, and Damon who had forgotten Bonnie was out there was immediately embarrassed. He quickly forgot about this when Stefan grabbed a blood bag off of the night stand. The blood sloshed around while he sat on the bed. His gaze was fixated on it as his eye-veins came out, his eyes beat red. He noticed this and put his hands over his face.

“It’s okay.” Stefan said. Damon looked up, his face had returned to normal. “Here you go.” Stefan said sitting down next to his brother. Damon sucked some down, he couldn’t even try to drink it slowly. Stefan put his finger over the top. Damon chewed softly and sucked on his finger not knowing how to tell him it was in the way. Stefan of course didn’t mind.

“Bonnie, can you get some water from downstairs please?” Stefan asked.

“You have water?” “I thought you only had bourbon.” She chuckled. He laughed.

“Just from the tap.”

“Yeah sure.” She said getting up. Stefan moved his finger, and watched Damon suck down more of the blood. After seeing Damon pick up his drinking pace, he put his finger back on. Damon’s face pulsed with veins.

“I’m sorry,” Stefan said, kissing the top of his head. “Don’t want you getting sick.” Bonnie took a little while, and with the same pattern of Stefan putting his finger on and off, Damon finished the blood bag. He felt much better, and his face had relaxed. His gums still had extreme pressure on them though and he was trying not to have his lip touch them.

“Here you go.” Stefan said, handing Damon a pillow. Damon curled up against his brother’s side and chewed on the corner of the pillow constantly. He fell asleep after a while. Bonnie entered the room silently.

“He looks peaceful.” She said.

“He’s doing better,” Stefan said, rubbing his brother’s back. “He finished a blood bag.”

“Good.” She said setting the water down. “Look Stefan, I’m really sorry I just,”

“It’s okay.” He said smiling even though it was a bit forced. “You didn’t know, and you know Damon was really hungry, you couldn’t have stopped him from drinking all that.”

“Yeah, but I told him he could have it, I thought he would drink it slowly.” She said, sighing sitting down.

“He couldn’t even if he wanted to.” Stefan said brushing some of Damon’s hair out of his face. Damon’s eyes fluttered open after about 20 minutes.

“How do you feel?” Bonnie asked him.

“ ‘M okay.”

“Good.” Stefan said, kissing his head.

And all was well….Until the next part!

What’s up my homies? That was a cute chapter, anyway sorry I took so damn long I have been rewatching vampire diaries, and all the marvel movies. I am still not mentally prepared for Endgame even though I have seen it before so if you don’t hear from me I have probably died. I just wanted to say that this is going to be posted on Tumblr, Wattpad, and Fanfiction.Net because I am trying to expand my horizons. Thank you to my homies from Tumblr because you are all queens. (used as a gender-neutral term.) Anyway someone asked for my pronouns so...they are she\her or he\him depends on the day. (Don’t you just love gender fluidity?) I love all of you very much even if you are a serial killer have a great rest of your day! Oooooh and be sure to follow me on these platforms. (if you want)

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word hi ok here’s some info on annie ....  uhmMmgm.... ok

stats:

full name: annaleise grace suh nicknames: annie. call them anything else and you’ll get bit age: twenty one  birthday: october 27, 1999 chart: scorpio sun / gemini moon / taurus rising gender: demi girl pronouns: they / them & she / her sexuality: bisexual & biromantic  height: 5′9 tattoos: they shamelessly have like 7 of their own little doodles tattooed really small on their right bicep and one on their ankle too piercings: three earlobe piercings on each ear, double helix on their right ear, a nose stud

blackmail: 

as a famous artist, their art was spotted by a drug ring who launders money. they willingly sell their art through the ring as a means to transport both drugs and money, taking a cut of the cash and allowing the ring’s connections to boost their fame so they’ll stay quiet about it.

they did an excessive amount of philanthropy work in their second year at the university and posed it as charity work, but actually was doing mandated community service after being charged with theft

annie's family routinely and secretly took money from the kojima family to stay afloat and only stopped once they were caught. they were sued in civil court by the kojima's because of it and lost the case, leaving the suh family near penniless.

backstory:

this is a lot and i am sorry

tw: drugs

annie had a … pretty normal childhood. seriously like, it’s bland. nothing special so i’ll keep this brief. they were born in alabama and lived there for a single year before moving and was raised in a house in hartford, ct to two loving parents. although they weren’t incredibly well off, they always made sure there was a pack of ice cream sandwiches in the freezer and clearance rack flowers on the kitchen table. annie was posted up outside of the house with chalk drawing every little thing their mind could come up with every single day even though their parents desperately wished they were inside playing with the little doctor’s kit that they got them for their ninth birthday. but no ❤️annie was determined to be an artist despite their parent’s early pleads not to be. and annie’s never been one to take signals correctly in their life so their only child ass took this as a sign to start being edgy and self absorbed, focusing so much on themselves that they kind of shut their family out and wasn’t entirely aware of potentially sketchy things their parents did to keep money in the bank account. fr they just became like ... roommates and didn’t talk. the last time they spoke was when annie needed a lawyer last year. 

in high school, annie was a weird mix of tropes. they were the weird mysterious kid in the back of your english class who went on rants about how annoying romeo & juliet and romance are and the one who was president of clubs you’ve never even heard of and the underclassman who was friends with all the scary seniors (and later became the scary senior). in their junior year, they also conveniently went viral for a series of paintings they made in ap art class. it started locally and with being kinda famous on facebook to big gallery installations that had pieces which conveniently fit the aesthetics of mansions and big buyers. seriously, fame came fast for annie and by the end of their senior year they were well known enough to catch the eye of a drug ring who offered to bass boost it all for the small price of taking part in the sales of their art so the dealers can put a couple grams of cocaine in one of their lil pottery pieces and end up with way more money than they started with. 

yale thought annie’s fame and art and obscene amount of followers on instagram was kinda sexy so they were offered a full ride and gladly accepted and sells off all of their paintings and pottery pieces they make in class because why not ❤️ so here they are. with like a million followers on their art instagram and a big ego.

and annie’s a kleptomaniac, honestly. there’s no deep backstory as to why they decided to steal a pair of diamond earrings last year besides the fact that they wanted to. thankfully the judge let them off with community service, but you bet they spun that story to their advantage as soon as they could. if you saw annie posted up on their insta story picking up trash off of the highway with a big smile and “making time to clean up our highways!” across the bottom in pretty cursive, yes you did. 

personality: 

annie’s entire personality is one big paradox and then some.

they keep their life as a ✨famous person ✨ kind of bland so people won’t know a lot about them at the surface level unless they do some research. like they’ve got a main art instagram and stuff but then a personal one that you’ve gotta search for and also just ... doesn’t do interviews or anything like that. 

annie really loves people. like they crave small talk and holding the door open for people and smiling at people when they walk by them on campus. but on a deeper level, it’s a rarity that they’re good with others. seriously, they don’t know what the word communication means. if annie has a close friend or s.o. who things work perfectly well with and things are understood, that’s probably pure coincidence. they just kind of expect to understand people and have others understand them. things probably are fine to a certain point, like making small talk with whoever whenever, but i imagine it can only go so far lmao. like when you try to get close to annie, you’ll probably get sent a 400 word text message about needing space but then the next day they’re asking you to come over for four loko friday. mixed signal realness.

and even tho they love people and being surface level and nice and all, as seen in the tragic dropping of muse i, annie is volatile as hell! sometimes they’ll be mean just to entertain themselves bc they’re bored or they just get the urge or they feel like there’s a reason even if there’s not or something ... idk you never know with them. there are sure as hell days too when they just don’t even try to be nice to others either. annie’s got a temper and they go back and forth.

they lowkey crave strict control over their image but also love it when people think about them and give them attention. like ... yes they are having a breakdown daily about the blackmailer but they also deep down are like aw <3 

there’s part of them that wants cute romance ... the pottery scene in ghost ... painting their significant other ... all of that ... but they’ve got some deep rooted issues that make them think they don’t really need anyone. that maybe nobody will love them. even though they were the one that shut their parents out, their mind Loves to twist that situation to make it seem like they could’ve tried harder to get to know annie or support her or some shit bruh idk annie is so confusing.

ok but all the bad stuff aside .... if you actually like crack their code and get to know the real annie ..... they’re like kinda genuine and cool ig. they give really good advice and are extremely thoughtful and probably will make paintings inspired by you and maybe will gift you a handmade teapot and cook you your favorite dish if you talk about it once. annie is pretty funny too and they really have no fears because they are so self assured. they are SO shameless at times, even though it hurts them a lot more than it helps them. annie spends just about any free moment they get at the art studio. they’re always zooming with either dried clay all over their hands or paint on their jeans because they probably didn’t notice the time. really love memes like these ones. constantly wears big stompy boots. i really hope u get the picture i can’t write anymore

this is a tik tok that explains them well https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJufQVbP/

and here is their pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/mcvingparts/annie/

[queensdivas]

Hidden Blade Chapter 3

Okay. This is one long ass chapter so be prepared. It’s about 5k if that shows you how much fun I had with this. So. Have a blanket, cheez-its, some water, a shot of absinthe and ready to have some good ass writing! Jk my writing sucks but some of y’all like it for some reason? 

Also! I’m going to be writing a Eugene Sledge fic if y’all haven’t heard yet. Please message me directly if you would like to be tagged it in. It’s gonna be good and I can feel it in my soul that this one is gonna hit home. (If you don’t believe in my historical fiction writing. Read 39’ and The Great Mazzello). 

ALSO! Never drink absinthe straight up! It’s way too strong for the human body. Here’s an article. www.absinthes.com/en/themag/the-absinthe-ritual/how-to-drink-absinthe-4760

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Dear God he looks like he snorted about 5 grams of cocaine and thought it would be a good idea to turn into Susan! Does he have a tennis ball in his crotch? Dear God what the flying fuck is going on? At Least two looks somewhat natural in her role while three just looks, he looks like a California surfer douche who thought the new trend of the year was tennis! Okay I’m done for now. 

So. Now for the plan of action. One is heading to the track to listen in on the conversation with the Generals and the dealer. Once they get done with the trade, four and I followed him to wherever he’s keeping the gas, kill the supplier, destroy the supplies, and then come back to the hotel for a long time in the jacuzzi! 

We sat in the parking lot of the race track with the engine off waiting for one to give us the cue. We needed to fit in today, so one bought a Hennessey Venom GT, while Four and I looked like something you would see on the cover of Afar Magazine. Yet we sit here in our usual clothes of sports pants, thin shirts, tennis shoes, and a crap ton of water and Powerade in the back. Ready to go kill an arms dealer! 

I read over the binder again as these instructions we’re becoming a little more easier. Let me give you the spark note version. So you pop the hood off the chamber of where the gas is stored. They put the gas into a very fragile glass tube so if we break the glass we’re kind of fucked. But anyhow. You have to disarm the tube it’s around so that it will dispense the gas.

Remember the really cool scene in Jurassic Park where that dude was putting the Dino DNA or whatever into the bottle of shaving cream? Basically that except we have multiple bottles of shaving cream to move, a very small window before more people show up to kill us, no park to keep the power running, and no threat of dinosaurs. Just people with really big guns! 

So after moving the gas from the compound to the desert, which is where five and seven come into play. We found an abandoned bomb shelter from where the US Government was testing in the 50s all the way up until the 90s. One obviously bought it so we toss it down there and destroy it. 

That’s the plan. Disarm the gas, take it from the compound, throw it in a bunker and keep Turgistan away from their gas attacks. Sounds pretty easy doesn’t it? But if Florence turned into the shit show that I read on Google then we’re totally fucked! 

“You ever wonder why rich ass holes have to have loud race cars?” I asked as I closed the binder. 

“I mean. When you truly think about it, a lot of old rich white dudes have tiny penises. And what do tiny penis people do?” He’s got a good point. 

“They cause world wars and bomb their own country.” One butted into our conversation as we saw the dealer begin walking out of the track. 

“You guys got a lock on him?” One asked as Four turned on the car. 

“Yup. He just got into his SUV. Meet ya in the desert, over and out.” I pressed the button for the convertible hood to move back on top as Four revved the engine a little bit. He licked his lips as he was so damn eager to floor the accelerator. We waited for the SUV to almost get out of sight. 

“Just don’t be stupid because I get kind of CAR SICK!” He floored it leaving a trail of smoke behind us and the smell of burned rubber. OH god I get car sick and this is a very smooth ride! 

He had his five minutes of glory till we caught up to the SUV but being a few cars behind him. Trying not to look suspicious obviously which is easier than it sounds because we were behind two other very big sport cars. My stomach on the other hand is not have it’s five minutes of gloRY! Four made a sharp turn off the strip as I felt my stomach turn into more knots. Oh dear god. You’re on a smooth ride in a plane, with slight turbulence because a bumpy ride is a fun ride! A bumpy ride is a fun ride! 

“Why don’t we turn on the radio.” I nervous laughed as I turned on the radio to get a blast of Elvis Presley through the speakers! TOO MUCH VIVA LAS VEGAS! Quickly changing the station to first classical music, then Mexican rap, and then finally a regular radio station. Which lead to Four turning it off because absolutely nothing good was playing. 

“Well shit. Sadly nothing good is on. Do you do any pregame music for this or just go head on in?” I asked him as we began leaving the Vegas strip and out into the desert. One couldn’t find a house layout of this dudes place which is kind of shocking because I thought a billionaire could get anything! Four slowed down as the last car that was blocking us disappeared. 

“Usually I’d rather just go head on in.” He was taping on the steering wheel with his leg really shaking hardcore. Is he getting nervous? Didn’t think anyone in this squad gets nervous since about all of us are hardcore killers! Well he is a thief so that kind of makes sense because I imagine killing people isn’t something he usually did in his career. 

“Hey. I imagine this isn’t the first time you’ve broken into a dangerous compound, wanna know what I do before I get nervous?” He turned his head to me as I reached into my bag to pull out a bottle of Absinthe Eichelberger and two shot glasses. 

“Takes the nerves away. Once we make it to the compound we’ll have a shot so that the Green Fairy will give us great fortune.” The SUV turned into what looked like a large fortress as we continued on, so we didn’t look suspicious towards them. We kept going until we were about a mile away as I pulled out my binoculars to watch them enter in the code to open the gate. Damn it! Can’t get a good look from this far. Get to it in a minute after a shot. 

I poured us a shot then added some water to make sure we get the full affect. I handed him the glass as we clink our glasses together then down the hatch! Ah that’ll do it! We climbed out of the car to open the truck for our bags. He threw on his satchel as I for my book bag. I looked through my binoculars again to start the counting of the security cameras. 

One..three..seven..nine..twelve and it looks like the only side the cameras that is somewhat accessible is the west side of the compound. There’s some type of tree that easily blocks one of the cameras. So. There’s about two ways we can do this and be successful. We can either A, we climb on the south side of the fence and find the gas. Or B, we try to get through with our car and possibly get shot since we don’t look familiar whatsoever. I’m going to with Plan A. 

“So the westside has the least amount of the cameras and the best point of entry.” I told Four as he popped open the back of the trunk and threw his book bag on as I reached for my bag. Throwing it on my shoulders as he closed the door and locking it. 

“You ready?” I asked as we began doing some quick stretching and loosen up the tension. 

“Always.” We looked over at each other for a split moment as he looked a little scared. Me? Totally not shitting my pants over the fact I’m robbing a toxic compound. 

We darted towards the west side as he followed the direction of the security camera. It began turning towards the opposite direction towards one of the other cameras. We made it to the wall as it turned the other direction. Just in time. Phew. I looked straight up as I got into my bag for the chalk powder, pouring a little on my hands then passing it to over to Four. 

“So how do you scale walls then?” He asked as I looked straight up the wall. This place is definitely old so the walls have the knocks and crannies for an experienced climber to do their thing. 

“Quickly yet carefully. You first.” Telling him as he didn’t move an inch up the wall.

“No you.” I don’t wanna go first! I’m new to the team! Newbies go last! 

“No you!” We stood in front of each other till he reached into his pocket and pulled out a penny. 

“Heads you go first. Tails I go.” He flipped the coin, caught it, then showed it before us. Tails! 

“Yes! Have fun. Don’t die.” I chuckled at him. He groaned as he began climbing up the wall as I began planning my scale up the wall. He reached the top, looking over the wall to then motioned for me to follow up. I began climbing as he hopped over the wall to land in bushes. 

“OW! Pointy!” As I looked down to see him crawling out of the pointy bush. I looked to make sure no guards were looking over in our direction. I climbed then fell straight into the bush for a not so soft landing. 

“Gaaahh.” I whispered as I quickly crawled out then behind the massive palm tree. A few people came out of the SUV then more out of the house. A fat man came walking out with his hands opened wide to the dealer himself. 

“You made the deal!” One of the men cheered as the dealer clapped his hands.

“Tell ya what. We finish some of the work then we head back to Vegas for a trip.” They laughed amongst themselves as we began moving towards the back of the compound. If this is where they make it, then I’m assuming they’re storing it in the basement of the compound because there’s no way this dude lives here, it’s not nice enough and it’s right outside of Vegas.

“Okay. So the gas is either in the basement of this building or it’s even back more of the compound.” He pointed to the side where it kept going way more. 

“Alright. You check this house, I’ll head further back to see what we got.” We nodded till we noticed more people were coming out of the house, music started playing, and even a mariachi band came out? Two guards came walking by where we were then stopping a few feet away from us. 

“So they got all the gas down in the cellar of the shed?” What a coincidence! Glad to know they got all the gas down in the cellar of the shed. Seems kind of rushing don’t you think? But ya know whatever makes my job easier than it needs to be. 

We made our way over to the shed as a pack of women were standing around the balcony, talking, looking half naked, and doing cocaine off each other? Hollywood really needs to nail how these bitches do cocaine. Four stopped for a second as one of them tossed over the top of her shirt as her titties appeared before him. 

“Four stop looking at the titties!” I ordered as I continued sneaking to the shed. I double checked to see if Four was following me, he’s still looking at all the now naked ladies on the balcony.

“Just a few more seconds.” I rolled my eyes as I grabbed his ear to start pulling him towards the shed. 

“We’re dead and have a free night in Vegas. Just go on pornhub and watch your titties when we get back to the hotel!” I told him as we made it to the shed. He took one last look then got back into the game. 

Four opened the window slowly as he climbed in as I quickly followed suit. I then closed the window as quietly as I could as Four busted open the cellar where the gas was being held. A foul stench of chemicals came out of the cellar. He reached into the bag to pull out two gas masks for us just incase something goes wrong. 

“Got our shaving cream?” I asked him as he pulled out one of the bottles as I shined a flashlight into the basement. Nodding as we placed the mask over our faces then down into the dark hole of death. 

The only light was my flashlight so no one would notice the lights or us moving around in the cellar. There were tables around the room with the materials they’ve been remaking the gases with. So they’re not in the bombs which is nice and makes us skip a whole bunch of steps. The only light besides my flashlight were tiny little windows that let only a little sunlight entering the room to show us the outline of the shelves. They haven’t started the production of too much gas so we hopefully have enough room for everything. 

“One we made it in the cellar where the gas is. Starting our extraction.” I told one as I slid off my bag to start pulling out the bottles of shaving cream. I screwed open the bottle as we began shoving the chemicals into the bottles as quickly as we could. 

A weird chirping sound began ringing throughout the cellar as four was too focused on trying not to drop any of the chemicals. It sounded like a mixture of a dying bird and a baby. It’s cries sound very familiar of one of a tiger. I grabbed my flashlight and began following the sound of the chirps. I was lead to the corner of the room where this little ball of orange, black, and white was curled up in the corner of the room. It lifted it’s head up and the poor thing look so malnourished oh my god! 

I took off my jacket as the cub tried getting up, but it’s legs we’re so skinning that it could barely hold its own weight. Should I be taking you home? Yes. I wrapped it up in my jacket as the door above us busted open and what sounded like elephants running upstairs. 

“Eight what are you doing?” Four asked as the cellar door opened as we both scurried around to hide behind the tables. Okay this is a horrible idea but the only way I’m going to get myself out of here is putting the cub in my bag. Dear God please don’t hate me little one, but you’re gonna have an endless amount of meat when this is over. 

The guards came running down the stairs as I looked to see my book bag was only a few inches away from me after finding a table to hide behind. I put the cub on the ground as it stayed in the hoodie so I could try to reach for the hoodie. 

“Hey! Who's been touching the goods?” One of the guards barked as they turned off the safety of their guns to start scoping out the cellar. I slowly rose from behind the table to see more of them coming down the stairs. Shit shit shit! Getting down as I turned the corner to just snatch my bag. I shoved the hoodie into the bag, leaving it opened at the top as the cub stuck it’s head out. I then put the bag on my shoulders as I began crawling through the cellar. 

Ya know. If you take a bottle of ethanol and basically treat it like a Molotov cocktail, you can burn down a building much nicer than any regular whiskey and fire. Four was ready to kill one of the guys as I motioned him to stop, then pointing at the bottle of methanol. He nodded as he pointed to the cellar stairs as a cue for us to go up, Molotov those fuckers and kill a little birds with one stone! 

On three I grab the bottle. One..two..THREE! I snatched the bottle almost knocking over a bunch of dishes. Shit shit shit! Four made his way up the cellar stairs as I crawled as quietly as I could to the stairs as the guards were beginning to come in my direction. Just stay calm..no need to panic! Just run up the cellar stairs and dump the ethanol! RIP IT OFF LIKE A BAND AID! 

A very loud crash happened as one of the guards accidentally fell over one of the shaving cream bottles which gave me the cue to run up the stairs. I climbed up the stairs then popped open the bottle of ethanol to start dumping down the stairs. Once it was soaked into the wooden stairs, I kicked it down the stairs as Four pulled out his lighter then launching it downstairs. He then slammed the cellar door shut as we made a break towards the closest wall. 

“Well not exactly according to plan.” He threw off his gas mask as we hid behind bushes. I think at this point we’re just waiting for the place to go BOOM! And I’d really like to see it go absolute boom because that means we just saved so many lives! The tiger chirped as four looked over to the back of my bag. I didn’t move at all as it’s head popped out of the bag which made Four almost scream. 

“Why do you have a tiger in your bag!?” He whispered yelled as I turned to him. 

“Why don’t you have a tiger in your bag hm?” I asked him as he rolled his eyes then just stared me down. 

“We can’t bring a tiger back into the airfield! One will get rid of it!”

“I plan on raising it! I’ve worked with big tigers before!”

“Oh really!?” 

“Yes real..” The shed exploded as we ducked down covering our heads as the explosion was beginning to ring through our ears. FUCK THAT WAS LOUD OH MY GOD! 

The heat felt like it was going to melt our skin off our body and that's when we decided to make a break for it up the wall. I was the first climbing up as quickly as we could as the guards began yelling behind us! Crap crap crap! 

“FOUR HURRY YOUR BUTT UP!” He was right behind me as they began shooting at the wall. I made it to the top then just jumped for it hoping that I don’t break my legs! I landed on the ground. Four landed right behind me as we made a mad dash towards the car. 

“ONE PLANS CHANGED! WE BLEW UP THE SHED!” I yelled as he started the car as the place began catching on fire. 

“What do you mean you blew up the shed? What the hell is going on?” I threw the bag into the foot area of the car as Four ran to the otherside of the car as he didn’t even close the door, just slammed on the accelerator then shifting into the fastest gear. 

“I’m not much of a driver as six was, but hopefully we can get far enough away from this place.” 

“Who was six.” He got quiet as he shifted gears as we slow down a little bit as we got close to Vegas. 

“Six was a good friend before he got killed in Florence.” Before he could finish his story, one yelled straight into our headsets wondering what the heck has happened. 

“Four! Eight! Are you two done having fun?” He yelled as I moved the ear bud out of my ear so I wouldn't go deaf! 

“Well we destroyed the gas by burning the whole compound down. So mission accomplished on our end! Meet you back at the airbase in the morning. Four and eight over and out.” I yanked off the radio as I dove into the bag to pull out the cub. 

“Four. How much do you think a few pounds of ribs are in Vegas?” I asked him as the cub was dead asleep in my hands. 

“Ten pound ribs?” He asked as we turned towards Vegas. 

“Make it fifteen. With a side of mashed potatoes.” Great minds think alike! The Tiger cub woke up a little as she began yawning. 

“I think I’ll call you Anya.” Her beautiful yellow eyes opened wide as she tried licking my hand a little. 

“That’s adorable oh my god.” Four commented as we were pulling up into the hotel. Damn right one got us a room at the Bellagio. I also think two and three are somewhere in here with us but on different ends obviously. He reached into the back for one of the bottles of water, pouring it into the empty shot glass from the absinthe. I held it up to Anya as she began slurping up the water from the glass. 

“Tomorrow I’ll find some sort of wildlife sanctuary. As much as I would love to take care of her and turned her into a fighting machine, I’ve seen what control does to animals for most of my life. We’re just going to get ya to a bigger place with better help. Sound fun Anya?” She was so focused on the water she probably didn’t even hear me. 

I know I focus on dealing with the horrid people of the world, sexual predators, corrupted Government leaders, and drug lords. But from this moment on. My ass will be going after poachers who hunt animals for money. Just now have to add them to the list which will make it ten times larger. Worth it so that one day Anya and her cubs can run around Russia in their natural habitat. 

We made it to the bedroom as I put Anya down on the bed as she began sniffing around the room. Four immediately threw off his shoes and jumped onto his bed, picking up the phone to order room service. 

“So we’re doing ten pounds of ribs, potatoes, and?” He asked as I grabbed the large glass so I can put some more water in it for Anya. 

“See if they have any cheesecake. Make it an oreo cheesecake.” I poured the courtesy pitcher of water for Anya not to drink too much water. 

“You wanna finish your story about six?” I asked him as I threw off my tank top I had on to reach into my bag for my hoodie. 

“Six was a drag racer from somewhere out east who didn’t make me feel so out of place with the rest of them, till you joined the team.” My cheeks feel a little funny. They feel like they’ve been twisted a little bit as I tried to focus on Anya. 

“Well. I’m glad I’ve made your experience on this team a little more relaxing because I can imagine being in this doesn’t have it’s relaxing or happy moments. Now order the food so we can stuff our faces and make One’s bank have a heart attack.” I told him as he dialed for room service then noticed something on the tv. 

“Eight! We can go do a sky jump from Stratosphere tower!” Say what? I looked up from Anya to see an ad on TV about a bungee cord thing over by the tower. 

“You in?” 

“I’m in.” We’re two unknown people in this world and now declared dead. Let’s go have some fun then! 

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Now how do dead people usually have fun? Rob a bank, destroy a multi million corporation? Nope. You got bungee jumping and use the money to close it for the two of ya. Gotta love one’s money and how much can persuade two college students for the rest of their career. 

“Ya know after the amount of buildings we’ve both jumped, dangled, and even fallen from. Yet I still am a little scared that it’s going to snap and I die.” Trying to calm myself down as we made it to the jumping area. 

“Think of it as that jump oh my god this is going to be fun.” He was getting excited as he was the first to be put in the harness. He complained about jumping over a wall into a compound but now he’s dying to jump from a very tall needle thing in Vegas? Of course. 

“See ya at the bottom.” He got a running start as he made the jump. I could hear him screaming in joy the entire way down. Is he doing flips? Oh my god it’s like being back home again. My body began to relax as it has before when I used to fly through the air when a time was much more simpler and full of color. 

I was strapped into my harness as I made the running start just as four did! When my feet jumped over the edge it felt so damn freeing! The wind was rushing through my hair as I could hear the trumpets, trombones, drums, and the entire orchestra of a life before my true colors came into play! 

“HELL YEAH!” I yelled as I finally did a front flip as I was getting close to the bottom. Four caught me from my jump as I tried to regain my balance from the jumping rush. He took a step back away as the kid came to help me out of this 80s tracksuit. 

“Oh my god that was so much fun! I forgot how much fun that was oh my god!” I laughed as the other college student helped me get out of the yellow and blue jumpsuit. 

“When we’re done with the whole turkistan mission. I think we need to take a climbing trip.” Four made the comment as I climbed out from the jump suit. A climbing trip? 

“As in climbing a mountain?” I asked as we began walking off the target zone. 

“Something a little smaller. Why not go scaling something in Wyoming or even Utah. I’ve heard there’s a lot of rock wall climbing out there.” Is he asking me out on a nature date? Or just a date in general? Although I’ve heard the southwest of America definitely has some beautiful views that is definitely worth the climb. 

“Sure. Haven’t done a nature climbing thing in a very long time.” Well. Guess I have a date after we kill a Government leader. 

How romantic. PFt hahahaha!

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[parisian-nicole]

Amends Pt 4 (Bamon Fic)

Previous Chapter: https://parisian-nicole.tumblr.com/post/615052652035850240/amends-pt-3-bamon-fic

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Author's Note: True BTVS fans will notice some ideas from Buffy. Well, Buffy did it first and in my humble opinion did it better. Also, no doubt in my mind the folks doing TVD got a lot of their ideas from BTVS ;) I am just paying homage is all :)

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Bonnie had first been shocked and then very flattered by Damon's outburst regarding her. When he had stormed off afterward she had to fight a nearly overwhelming urge to follow him and placate him in some way. A voice in her head reminded her that Damon was the enemy, but that voice grew fainter and fainter with each passing second until finally, she decided to ignore it. So, the rest of the day had consisted of Damon sulking and avoiding everyone, with Bonnie playing an uneventful game of hide and seek to find him. With a little guidance from Stefan who had told her where he and Damon used to go when they were young to hide from their father, she was finally able to find Damon in the garden maze on the back of the property.

"You shouldn't be out here, Bonnie," He spoke out to her even though she was still a few feet behind him and he hadn't bothered to turn to look at her.

"It's fine, I'm safe. Grams said she's beefed up the protection spell so Kai can't step one foot on the grounds, and it's a really beautiful and warm night. I like to take strolls on nights like this," She spoke out as she finally reached his side and began to walk along with him.

"Just go back inside," He sighed out as he threw her a quick look and when she looked up at him, his eyes held some semblance of the 'dangerous' Damon she was more familiar with. It chilled her a little but still, she continued to walk with him.

"You're not the boss of me, so, no," She finally replied as she smiled up at him and batted her lashes playfully. Damon couldn't stop the smile that spread across his lips. He reached out and grasped her hand and quickly looped it around his arm before she could protest or recoil from his touch. To both their surprise Bonnie hadn't yanked her hand away and they walked on for a few moments in silence before Bonnie spoke again. "Why did you and Stefan used to hide here?" She questioned but Damon didn't readily reply and after a few more seconds of silence she spoke again. "I'm sorry Stefan just mentioned something about it ... I know ... it's none of my business and I didn't mean to pry."

"No, it's all right. It's just not a memory I like bringing to mind. Let's just say our father was not a very nice man," Damon finally revealed. "Most of the time I could get my father to focus his anger onto me and away from my mother and my brother. But after our mother left us it wasn't always so easy to protect Stefan from my father's belt or his fists, depending on his mood," He spoke as the cruelty inflicted by his father's hands lashed out at him from his memories. He shook his head slightly to push the memories away. For Bonnie, she felt a part of herself wanting to reach into the past and shield Damon from the abuse he suffered at his father's hands. Instead, she found herself gripping his arm a little firmer in support, "On those days I would bring Stefan here to hide," He continued his tale. "My mother designed this maze and she created some secret places just to protect us from our father, like this one," They had stopped in front of small section cut into the foliage wall of the maze, which housed a statue of what looked to be some Roman figure to Bonnie.

"I don't see anything except that statue," She said pointing to the stone-made man. "Oh, do you move it some way and it opens some secret door?" She asked excitedly and Damon chuckled a bit as he shook his head.

"No, the door is already there but hidden," He replied as he walked her closer. "You just have to know where to look," He then moved to the left side of the statue which appeared to just be more of the foliage, but was, in fact, a secret opening to an enclosed area. Damon entered first and pulled Bonnie in behind him. The space was tighter than he had remembered it now that he was a man, but it still was large enough that they both could stand side-by-side.

"Wow, this is amazing," Bonnie said in awe.

"There are 11 more areas just like this hidden throughout the maze," Damon stated as he stepped out from the hiding spot and back onto the main path of the maze with Bonnie following behind him. Without coaxing she reached up and looped her hand back around his arms as they continued their walk.

"Did your father ever find you in any of those secret spots?"

"No, but he never bothered to look for us either," Damon replied. "He knew eventually we'd return home tired and hungry. And he'd be waiting for us, but by then his focus would just be on me because I was the oldest and had been the defiant one. So, I would get the punishment, which was what I had wanted anyway."

"To protect your little brother," Bonnie spoke her thoughts out loud and he simply nodded. "I'm sorry that happened to you, Damon."

"It's all right, that was a long time ago," He said as he reached his other hand up and patted her hand that rested on his arm. Both pretended to not notice when he kept his hand there.

"But it was still amazing how you stood up to your father to protect your mother and your brother," Bonnie said genuinely impressed.

"Well, you're not the only sacrificial lamb in town Ms. Bennett."

"You keep calling me that but I have never made any grand sacrifices like that."

"No, because you're not at that chapter in the book yet, and now that I am rewriting the book you won't ever have to make them," He replied.

"But what if you can't rewrite every single part of the book and someone's life depends on me?"

"Depends on you giving your life for theirs? No, that's just not an option," Damon declared as he shook his head to the idea. "We'll just have to come up with another solution."

"And if there is no other solution?" She countered curiously though she was quite relieved to hear him defending her life the way he was. The idea of dying was not at all appealing to her.

"Then 'they' die and 'you' live, simple."

"And it doesn't matter who 'they' may be?"

"No, and I'm pretty sure I've said this already."

"Yeah you did and quite loudly too," She replied with a giggle to try to lighten his mood which she could see was souring again. "But what if it's-"

"I don't care who it is, Bonnie," He cut off her words which annoyed her a little as she squinted up at him a bit.

"Fine, but what if I'm not sacrificing myself for someone but for something. Like, what if it's an end of days type of thing, like when I destroyed hell?"

"That didn't actually kill you and you had help from all your witchy ancestors. But if it meant you dying to prevent some kind of hell on Earth, I'd still choose for you to live."

"And you'd want me to live and suffer in a hell on Earth? What kind of BFF are you?" She laughed out jokingly at the absurdity of it all.

"You'd have your mojo and me to protect you, you wouldn't suffer, you'd survive it all just fine."

"Wow, you seem to have my life all figured out for me," She tossed out sarcastically as she rolled her eyes a bit.

"Just the part where you stay alive."

"Yeah well, I won't live forever Damon," Bonnie said with a smile as she looked up at the stars in the sky, but when he said nothing in reply, she shot her eyes up to his face. "And I don't want to live forever either," She quickly added. "Oh my God, are you planning to turn me into a vampire?" This time she stopped and did abruptly pull her hand from his arm.

"What?" Damon looked over at her as if she were daft. "No, Bonnie, I am not planning to turn you into a vampire. Doing that would require me, first, giving you my blood and then killing you. Which would go against my 'Bonnie must not die' rule. And just for the record being a vampire isn't all that bad, you know. Some of the perks being that you'd get to stay drop-dead gorgeous, young, and sexy forever."

"Yeah, but by killing human beings and drinking their blood," She spat at him completely ignoring his complementary words. "So, as appealing as all those perks may be, I could never purposefully take a human life just to survive."

"What have I told you about reading weepy vampire romance novels?" Damon admonished and she blinked at him and looked as if he had caught her red-handed doing something unseemly. "Yeah, I know you read them and they're full of bullshit," He countered. "I did drink a couple of pints of human blood today, but I got it from my fridge, not from the veins of some virgin I killed," He rolled his eyes dramatically. "And there are a lot of places in the world, in Mystic Falls even, where humans and vampires meet up and the humans willingly offer their necks to vampires, and in the end both walk away very satisfied and alive," Bonnie's eyes widened and her mouth fell open slightly as she looked at him in shock and disbelief.

"You really expect me to believe that people offer themselves as a Big Mac to vampires, the vampires just take what they need, and everybody walks away happy?"

"Why not, it's not like we have to kill you, we just need some of your blood to not desiccate. We don't need to drain you dry. A couple of gulps would suffice," Bonnie thought on this surprising and rational piece of information for a second before she spoke again.

"Then why the hell do you vampires hunt and kill us for our blood, just for sport?" She questioned as she folded her arms across her chest.

"Yes, for some vampires that would be the reason, and I used to be that type. All vampires are like that when they are firstborn. It's all instinctual really never a necessity to do," He admitted freely and Bonnie didn't react negatively by the news. In fact, she was very intrigued by what she was learning. "But mostly it's because when we show our true selves humans tend to run, and scream, and bring attention to us."

"Oh, so it's our own fault for being scared and not wanting to be a vampire's dinner?" She tsked out as she rolled her eyes a bit at him.

"God, I forgot how annoyingly judgmental you used to be at this age," Damon said around a heavy sigh as he frowned up and his words made her feel slight shame. "I'm not trying to place blame or defend anything. I'm just trying to honestly answer your questions. Bonnie, there are supernatural beings in this world like werewolves, vampires, and witches who all have to survive the best way we know how. Do some vampires kill for blood? Yes, but many of us don't. Do some witches use their magic for evil and carnage? Yes, case in point Kai, but many like yourself don't. And the same can be said for humans, many of them do some sick and evil things too. They kill. So, in the end, it comes down to the individual being and where their moral compass leads them. And for the record, I haven't 'killed' a human for their blood in over 80 years now," With that said he walked on ahead and left Bonnie standing there silently watching him go. After a moment she had caught up to him and again walked along beside him. She kept her arms crossed at her chest to keep him from trying to grab her hand again. But also, to keep herself from subconsciously reaching for his arm again.

"So, why would a human willingly let a vampire bite them?" She asked in a meeker tone.

"Because we can make it feel very good for them," Damon answered but gave no further details. He honestly wanted to end this line of questioning because he felt any kind of vampire talk would just fuel Bonnie's bigotry towards him. When his goal was to win her over not push her further away.

"How … good?" She probed further coyly but sincerely curious to know more.

"Do you really want to know?" Damon asked as he stopped and turned to face her. In their other life, he would never have considered what he was thinking, but in this redo world, he planned to take advantage of every opportunity given him to get any and everything he wanted. So, he silently waited for a response from Bonnie and she stood quietly contemplating it for a few seconds and then gave a nod of her head. "Okay, and has Sheila taught you that neat little spell where you can burst the blood vessels in someone's head?"

"Yes," She answered as she eyed him warily and took a step back from him. "But why do I need that spell?"

"You don't," Damon stated as he shook his head. "But it might put your mind more at ease to know that it can put a vampire down quick. I know because you used to use it on me a lot. If you ever feel threatened by me or any other vampire use that spell. You'll never have to use it to defend harm from me because I promise you, I would never purposely cause you harm. I know you don't believe that yet…"

"I believe you," She interjected.

"You do?" Damon's face lit up at hearing this and he smiled a little.

"Yeah, I do," She admitted begrudgingly. "At first I thought you were full of shit and was just messing with me. But Grams, she believes you're who you say you are and that we have a close relationship in some future I'll likely never know now. She says I need to trust you. I trust her and I always do as she tells me to, so. Also, I can see it when I look at you. It's all there in the way you talk, the way you move, and especially the way you look at me. It's so different than the way you were a week ago. You've changed, softened even?"

"Softened? Ouch," He repeated as he clutched his hand to his chest in jest. "Now, there's no need for insults, Bon-Bon," Damon huffed out as he scowled up a bit at her description of him even though he wasn't at all offended by it. Bonnie giggled a little in response.

"What I'm trying to say is that I do believe you when you say that you wouldn't hurt me, here?" She placed a hand over her chest. "But here," She then tapped her temple. "It's still a struggle and my brain has full control over my magical fingers," She wiggled her fingers for effect. "So, I may react without really meaning to and hurt you."

"I'm the blood-sucking monster who could rip out your throat but you're more concerned that you might hurt me. You know, that's something you never stop doing. That insane habit you have of always putting everyone else's well-being before your own," He stated and the way he smiled when he said it told Bonnie she should take his words as a compliment. "And remember what I told you before, always trust those instincts. If your brain tells you to fry me, you fry me, and make apologies later if necessary."

"All right, but why do I need that spell right now? Since we've just established that you'd never harm me," Bonnie said and then Damon took a couple of steps closer to her.

"Because you said you wanted to know how good a vampire's bite can feel. I'm willing to show you but I'd have to bite you," Bonnie let out a whisper of a gasp but spoke no protests to what he had said. "You can use the spell to physically stop me if you were to feel threatened by me in any way," He answered in a lowered, slowed, and calmer voice as he locked his eyes onto hers. Her eyes bulged in fear and the pace of her heartbeat doubled.

"I meant for you to describe it to me, Damon, not actually show me."

"It's a hard feeling to describe though I could try, you and I both know that it wouldn't sate your curious mind, now would it?" Her silence spoke volumes and was a testament to his words. "It will not hurt at all and I'll only do this if you really want me to. Only if you give me your consent," He continued to speak as he moved closer and somehow his voice soothed her some and she stood her ground and didn't bolt like her legs were urging her to do. "If you don't really want to know how it feels," He leaned his face down until they were almost touching cheek to cheek. "If you want me to stop just say so, Bon-Bon," Damon went on with his words and his movements. Bonnie spoke no words in reply but she still welcomed his advances by tilting her head to the side to give him full access to her throat.

"I cannot believe I am letting you this close to my neck again," She mumbled out as she squeezed her eyes shut and fisted her hands at her side, readying her magic in case she needed it.

"You're in complete control this time," Damon stated as he let his eyes trace over the contour of her face and waited for her next move. "Do you want me to show you how good a vampire's bite can be, Bonnie?" He whispered these words seductively into her ear and his breath touching her flesh made her shivered a bit as her mouth fell open in surprise at the twinge of pleasure that tickled her belly. She only nodded and he shook his head. "No, if you want this you have to say so, tell me to bite you," He instructed and she swallowed the lump in her throat, lifted her head a bit, and stared right at him. Green locked onto blue as she spoke.

"I want to know what a vampire's bite feels like, Damon. Please show me," Bonnie spoke confidently although softly and Damon moved swiftly before she could change her mind and he gently slid his fangs into her neck.

Bonnie had mentally braced herself for what she was expecting to be a bit of pain at first and she steeled her body to take on Damon's assault. But she had not been prepared for the feeling that instantly struck her as her eyes snapped open and she gasped out for the fresh air her body suddenly craved and couldn't seem to get enough of, "Oh My God!" She panted out as she now turned her body into his and gripped at his arms to steady herself but also to hold him to her. She had never before experienced such a euphoric feeling that seemed to bounce throughout her body. She was still innocent and naive in the ways of sex and until this very moment had never allowed any boy this close. Yet still, she had started practicing masturbation at the age of 13 after hearing stories during a sleepover at Caroline's house. So, she knew that the titillating pressure that had rooted itself in her center and swiftly branched out to every fiber of her being was an electrifying orgasm. And it felt more intense than any feeling she had ever been able to evoke with just her fingers or the vibrator Caroline had gifted her last Christmas. This feeling she didn't think she would ever get enough of and certainly didn't want to ever end. "Damon," She nearly sobbed out as her knees buckled a little and her body grew lethargic just as it became filled once more with the tingles of yet another mind-altering orgasm. Damon welcomed her weight and held her up securely against him.

He had willed himself not to react to the sweet and satisfying flavor of Bonnie's blood, and to ignore the heat and softness of her body now pressed against him. He had lived long enough to make his body stave off the baser instincts born from his pubescent years as a human. But his body temperature quickly warmed and his cock became engorged to the point of pain, as he drank in every minuscule sip of Bonnie's blood. Yet, he stood as still as the statue in the corner of the maze watching them. But when the sound of Bonnie moaning out his name in a delirious manner flicked his ears, he quickly released her but held onto her at arm's length so she wouldn't crumble to the ground.

He saw the frown of frustration and disappointment mar her face, as she shook the haziness from her head and the glaze cleared in her eyes which now stared up at him. When she started to steady in where she stood, Damon moved his right hand from her arm, lifted his wrist to his mouth, and bit just enough to draw a little blood.

"Here, drink," He then offered his wrist to her and her frown morphed into one of disgust. "Or don't, but it's going to be very hard to explain my bite on your neck."

"Not really," Bonnie replied when she finally found her voice again. "I could just say you attacked me," She teased around a tiny smirk and he matched it.

"You could, but you wouldn't. You are many wonderous things Ms. Bennett, but a liar and manipulator you are not and have never been. Now, please drink. You just need a little sip to heal the bite mark," He nudged his wrist closer to her, and she scrunched up her face as she pressed her mouth against his wrist and suckled a little. He tried not to let on more to just how aroused he was but the feeling grew with the pressure of her hot, moist mouth upon his skin. Thankfully, Bonnie didn't linger long and she pulled back after just a sip, otherwise, Damon was sure he would have cum in his pants. He reached up, gently touched her chin with his fingertips, tilted her head to inspect her neck and she obliged him. "Good, you're already mostly healed. By the time you get back up to the house, my bite will be completely gone," He said with a hint of sadness in his tone that Bonnie took notice of. It touched her to know that he was bereaved as she was at that moment.

"Thanks," Bonnie said as she fidgeted where she stood and tried to look at anything except Damon, which he took note of. "And thanks for showing me and ... Uhm ... for," She was suddenly at a loss for words.

"The tiny orgasm?" He finished for her and her large eyes snapped up to his.

"That was 'tiny'?" She questioned though she had only meant to say it in her head.

"Yes, I didn't want to spoil it for you when you decide to make love for the first time. And I must insist that you don't waste my kind gesture on Jeremy Gilbert, please," He spat out the name as his face held true disgust. "I honestly never understood why you lowered your standards like that when you could have literally any guy you want," He ranted on never noticing the shocked look Bonnie was sending him.

"Wait, what!? Are you telling me that Jeremy and I…" Bonnie couldn't find the words as it seemed too ridiculous. She had always thought of Jeremy as her little brother. Though she could admit that over the last year she had noticed he had sprouted up and out and had gone from awkward looking to quite handsome. She quickly shook the thought away.

"Yep, you and the more annoying Gilbert do the, do. You told me once upon a time that he was your very first, and that it was 'nice'," And again the disgusted look fell on his face.

"And what's wrong with nice?" Bonnie questioned as she felt she had to defend a choice she hadn't even made yet even though the choice didn't sit right with her either.

"Nothing but why settle for nice when you can have it so good it'll literally take your breath away? Something so intense it would cause a ripple effect that a simple touch could trigger more and more orgasms," Damon described as Bonnie stared up entranced by what he was saying. "So, take my advice and don't waste your first time on Jeremy Gilbert."

"Okay," Bonnie pushed out in a slightly pitchy voice. She had almost asked him who he thought she should waste her time on but she gulped it down, nodded her head, and turned back to the way they have come. "I…I'm going to head back in now. It's been an exhausting day, you know, working on my magic and all, and tomorrow's a school day," She stated.

"Wait, you can't go to school tomorrow, Bon-Bon, it's too dangerous," Damon said as he scowled a little at the thought.

"Yeah, I know," She replied. "Stefan says he'll go in tomorrow and do some compulsion thingy that I still don't quite understand. He says he'll make it so Elena and I can home school until this danger is over," She said and Damon nodded in agreement to that idea.

"Compulsion is another one of those vampire perks," He began to explain. "We can compel others to do what we want just by telling them to. Even wipe out or alter their memories."

"Have you ever done that to me?" She asked truly concerned at the idea that she may have been manipulated like that.

"No, we can't do it on other supernatural beings like witches or vampires. Oh, well the Original vampires can use compulsion on other vampires…"

"Original vampires?" Bonnie cut in with a question.

"Another 'Big Bad' we'll talk about once this current danger is over," Damon promised. "But right now, it is getting late and all good little witches should be getting ready for bed. So, you head on up put on your jammies and make sure you brush your teeth," He said playfully. "I'll be up in a bit to tuck you in and read you more of Wuthering Heights," He continued his teasing and got the smile he was hoping for, but not the snide remark back. Instead, Bonnie's reply left him dumbstruck.

"Okay," She said with a gentle smile and nod as she tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. She then walked off and cast one look back at him over her shoulder before disappearing around a corner of the maze. Damon's face lit up with a smile that was interrupted by the hooting of an owl perched on the head of the statue across from him. It sat watching him and Damon would have sworn it was studying him. Then suddenly the owl took to the air in flight and seemed to disappear into the darkness and it also instantly left Damon's thoughts. Instead, Damon's mind returned to thoughts of a certain witch. He counted to 100 before he too moved to exit the maze and head back to the house to follow through with what he had said to Bonnie. He had stopped by the library and grabbed the first edition of Wuthering Heights before heading up to Bonnie's room. Like nearly all the books they had in their library, he knew every word on the pages by heart. But he thought it might make Bonnie more comfortable seeing the book in hand as he read her the story. Damon was sure that he could feel a shift in his relationship with Bonnie and it was a positive one. It seemed his plans to change things were actually working and in his favor.

Elsewhere

The owl appeared at the open window and was welcomed with an outstretched arm that it quickly hopped upon.

"Well, hello Mr. Owl, glad to see you have returned safely from the reconnaissance mission I sent you on. So, what did you see this lovely night? And please don't leave a thing out," Kai said as he smiled devilishly at the bird seconds before he gripped at the squawking owl's neck and gouged out its eyes with his fingers. He then tossed the wounded bird back out he window and placed the eyes into the bowl he had prepped for a spell. He had been furious to discover he had been magically blocked from getting anywhere near the Salvatore boarding house. But he had still found a way to get intel from inside thanks to the animals he had enchanted to spy for him. His plans to get to this younger Bonnie were not going as smoothly as he had envisioned, but they hadn't been completely derailed either. He was determined more than ever to get her one way or another.

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