#whoevers watching from above look after her.....and i will try. not to be insensitive again. even though its kind of complicated

[phagodyke]

man I think I fucked uuuuppppp a little 😭

[jpegjade]

Me and my friends are lonely - Spencer

It started out as a music blurb based on a song i’ve listened to since i was a teenager but it turned into something more. I just kept writing and this is what came to be... I really needed to get this out of my system i guess. bc we want to take care of spencer so... yeah. 

Song: Me and my friends are lonely - Matt Maeson

Warnings: Okay so the whole conversation revolves around death (maeve referrence but it’s spence x reader). If you’re not in the headspace to read that, I suggest you don’t read it. No one actually dies and there’s nothing graphic but yeah. proceed with caution. 

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“Do you ever feel like you’re going to die alone?” Spencer asked, staring up at the stars. 

The two of you were on the roof of his apartment complex, having a picnic. It started out as a ritual the two of you did to get him out of the house without going anywhere after Maeve and now, it was something you regularly did whenever one of you was feeling down. Even as just friends, before it turned into something more, the two of you just established something special with the picnics. 

“Jesus, Spencer. Isn’t the point of these picnics to remind you that you aren’t alone?” You said. Laying on your back, you turned your head to look at him. God he was so beautiful… You couldn’t help but smile. 

“Yeah but… What if we don’t work out? What if you leave? What if…” Spencer's breath hitched. “What if something happens to you when I’m not here and I’m back where I started… Alone…” 

“Spence, come on. You can’t think like that.” You said, sighing. 

“Why not? I’m being realistic. My line of work isn’t something simple like working at a bookstore or a barista or a fucking-”

“Watch it.” You said, making sure to keep Spencer in check about what he would say next. 

Spencer could be a little insensitive at times when he wasn’t thinking about what he was saying at the time he said it. You tried to develop a tougher skin so it didn’t bother you when he did say certain things because you knew he wasn’t saying it to hurt you, he was just saying what was on his mind. Still, you tried to remind him that not everyone can handle facts like you can. 

“Sorry. But my point is there are horrible people everywhere who I have helped put away. People that want to hurt me and you and whoever is close to me. People I’m a little bit scared of because they are the prime examples of the loss of humanity that can happen to anyone. I have nightmares of being alone, adding you to another list of people I have loved and lost.” Spencer went quiet. 

“You’re long winded, Spencer. Do you ever breathe?” You said, a tear streaming down your face. He had good points, all things you had thought about before with the roles reversed. 

“I find that when I use my diaphragm instead of my lungs to control my breath, much like singing, then I’m able to recite a longer string of words without losing my place.” He looked over at you, completely straight faced. 

“I was joking but that’s good to know.” You looked back at him. 

“I don’t want anything to happen to you…” He whispered. 

A tear slipped down, dropping onto the blanket. 

“Nothing will happen to me, Spence.” You said, whispering as well. 

“You don’t know that. We can’t predict the probability that you will remain safe. Look at Hotch and Haley. He couldn’t save her. If Hotch couldn’t, what makes you think…” More tears ran down his face. 

“Well that’s the point. You can’t use statistics to get out of this one. You can’t predict everything, Spencer, and this is just something that we can’t focus on because I believe that it will manifest itself. But you know what?” 

“What?” Spencer asked, holding back tears. 

“Whatever happens to me, I had the time of my life with you by my side. Spencer, you have made me the happiest person alive ever since you breezed into my life. I wouldn’t want to have night picnics with anyone else. I wouldn’t want to dream about kids and a house with anyone else. I wouldn’t want to die in anyone else’s arms. And that’s morbid but I trust you. I trust that you will be there in my final moments. I know you and you wouldn’t let the story end there.” You were holding back tears yourself. 

“It doesn’t make sense.” Spencer sat up, pulling his knees to his chest. 

“What doesn’t, babe?” You said, sitting up as well. 

“The dreams. The dreams don’t make sense. This doesn’t make sense.” He dropped his head between his knees. 

You crawled around the picnic basket, thankful that the blanket was softening the gravel on your knees. It would hurt even more if it wasn’t there. You pulled him into your lap to lay down and he loosened up a little bit. Putting your hand on his arm, rubbing it softly. 

“What dreams? Are you having nightmares again?” You scrunched your eyebrows together. He was supposed to tell you when he had bad dreams. 

“Yes… I didn’t want you to worry. You worry about me a lot more than you should and it worries me that you worry about me. I’m not a kid. Logically, I should be able to take care of myself with something so simple.” He sighed. 

“Is that why you’ve been pulling more hours at the office? Being up at odd hours when you text me? You don’t have to close yourself off when bad shit happens.” You started playing with his hair and he closed his eyes. 

“I can’t figure out what to do. It’s a version of the same dream. And it’s always you and…” Another tear. 

“Spencer, please just open up. I promise not to go anywhere.” You pushed his hair out of his eyes so you could make eye contact with him. 

“I can’t. I can’t do it. I can’t choose. She always makes me choose between you and Maeve. And I can’t make a decision. I can’t choose one of you. I can’t choose. And she never takes me. I’d rather die than choose between the two of you.” 

Spencer was crying hard. You didn’t know what to say. You knew it was bad with how dark the circles under his eyes were but you never asked details because you wanted him to come to you. The two of you didn’t force anything in the relationship, no matter how painful it was to watch the other suffer. You asked if he was okay along the way but he didn’t want to talk about it so you didn’t push anything. 

“Spencer, you have to breathe. You’re going to pass out.” You said, trying to calm him down. He sat up, curling back into himself. 

You just wrapped your arms around him and held him until he was able to breathe again. You hated to see him like this but this is what happened when it built up within him: the dam broke and all the tears came rushing out. 

“Can you breathe again?” You said, grabbing a paper towel from behind you so he would blow his nose. 

“Yeah… I’m sorry. I didn’t think I would lose it like that…” He was quiet, sniffling but he was all cried out. 

“No, it’s good. You needed to get it out of your system. That was heavy stuff.” You said, putting your head on his shoulder and rubbing his back. 

“She was alive. In 5 minutes, her life ends…” A couple more tears rolled down his face but he patted them away with the paper towel. “You probably think I’m crazy… Hung up on a dead girl…” 

“No, baby. I don’t think you’re crazy for that. I think you’re crazy for dating me but not that.” You made him chuckle. 

“You make me sane….” He said a little louder. 

“But really, I think you’re processing. You’re still grieving. That’s some hard shit to go through and it’s not something you just get over, especially not a year later.” You paused. 

“I can’t choose... You both changed me in different ways and I’m not who I am without either of you. I’d rather die than be without either of you. And there’s already one that slipped away so…” His sigh was shaky but you continued to rub his back and slowly, his body was relaxing. 

“Spencer, I didn’t know I meant that much to you…” You were quiet this time, in disbelief. 

He turned to look at you. “You mean all of that and more. I can’t imagine my life without you.” 

“I don’t want you to stop living if I ever leave the world. I need you to promise me that you will continue fighting, okay? I need to hear that from you.” You said, eyes meeting his. God they were so beautiful, even under the shitty yellow light above the two of you and the moonlight. 

“I can’t promise that and you know it.” He whispered. 

“Spencer…” 

You were both quiet. There was something lingering in the air, a somber feeling. You wanted to kiss him so badly, make it go away. You wanted to just go for it but this wasn’t the time. It would lead to something more and he wasn’t in the right headspace. You needed to get back to where you were before: the picnic.

“Do you want to finish the picnic? I think you need some energy after all of that and we can even cuddle.” You said, still so close to his face. 

“Okay.” He whispered. 

You dropped your head to break eye contact and a moment later he kissed you on the forehead. 

“I love you.” He said for the first time. 

“I love you.” You said, hoping he knew you meant it with all of your heart.

[sanderssidesfanfiction]

If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Seven

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

August 24th, 2000

Remy gripped one of his arms with the other as he stood at the threshold of his new dorm room in college as his mother whined and wailed and generally put on a display of the overly-attached, they-grow-up-so-fast mother. He stood there with an awkward half-smile on, waiting for her to finish her spiel as she crushed him in a hug, and then made her excuses to leave.

His dad was a lot less emotional, giving him a simple smile and a, “Make us proud, son,” before he was gone.

“Your parents are quite the pair,” his new roommate said from inside the dorm.

“Tell me about it,” Remy grumbled, closing the door. “I’m so glad I get to be away from them for a while.”

  November 1st, 2000

Remy woke up with a killer headache as someone opened the blinds. “Ugh, d’you have to do that?!” he griped, not opening his eyes and turning away from the window.

A voice, that decidedly did not sound like his roommate, laughed. “Oh, yeah, the hangover has set in. Do you need some ibuprofen?”

Remy’s eyes shot open, and he turned to face Emile, who was still standing in front of the window. He squinted and grimaced. “Ugh. Please?”

Emile silently passed Remy a pill bottle and some water. Remy grunted his thanks after he swallowed. “Ugh. What happened last night?”

“You got pretty drunk is what happened,” Emile said. “You could barely stand by the end of the night.”

Remy groaned and fell back onto the bed. Honestly, sleeping more sounded pretty good right about now.

“Hey, no, we gotta get breakfast, Rem,” Emile laughed. “I know you only have afternoon classes, but you need to eat.”

“Mmph. Says who?” Remy asked.

“Says the shrink-in-training who knows a balanced diet is a key factor to maintaining good mental health,” Emile responded matter-of-factly. “Come on, up. I doubt you’ll be the only one arriving for breakfast in what you slept in last night.”

Remy got off the bed, swaying ever-so-slightly. “Ugh, hangovers are nasty,” he grumbled.

And, of course, to make things worse, Emile looked immaculate; the only thing that could be considered “out of place” was his hair, and that wasn’t out of place so much, because his curly mop could never be tamed. Remy felt like a mess, probably looked like a mess, and Emile looked ready to go to work wherever he might end up. “I didn’t say anything embarrassing, did I?” Remy asked.

“Embarrassing by your standards, or mine?” Emile asked, letting Remy outside the dorm room.

“Mine,” Remy said, wincing as the sounds of the second floor dorms filled his ears.

“Well, you talked about an old stuffed animal you used to have named Bones,” Emile said with a shrug.

“Oh, I almost forgot about Bones,” Remy said. It wasn’t quite true, but he had almost put the hurt of his mind, at the very least. “Anything else?”

Emile hummed. “Not that I can think of?”

“No talk about crushes or anything?” Remy asked.

Emile laughed. “No, not that I can think of.”

“Okay, good,” Remy sighed. “I had a crazy dream last night where I said I would date you, and I wasn’t sure if I had actually just been drunk.”

“No,” Emile said, shaking his head. He stared forward as they waited for the elevator. “Just a dream, Remy, nothing to worry about. Unless, of course, you believe that means you secretly do have a crush on me.”

Remy laughed. “Oh, as if! You’re so not my type,” he lied. He wasn’t even aware he had a type before today, but clearly, with George in high school and now Emile, he was into the nerds and the geeks. Emile wasn’t full-blown crush, not yet, but he was certainly up there on Remy’s potentials. And when a geek trumped the members of the football team or the swim team, you knew you had a problem.

Emile laughed a little. “Are you sure? Brainiacs are the future!”

“You’re cute, Emile, don’t get me wrong,” Remy said, as the elevator doors opened and the two walked in to find two other people already waiting. “Just not my type. Personality-wise.”

“So what is your type?” Emile asked, grinning. “I might be able to set you up.”

“Ah, no thanks,” Remy said. “Friends are enough for me right now.”

“And later?” Emile asked. “If you decide you want to look for someone?”

Remy blew out a breath. “I’ll go up to whoever I like and say, ‘Hey, I’m going thousands of dollars into debt to get this one paper certificate that won’t guarantee me a job but I was told to get anyway. Want to suffer together?’”

Emile laughed as they left the elevator. “Well, that’s an original pickup line, don’t get me wrong,” he said. “But seriously, what do you plan on doing after this semester?”

“What do you mean?” Remy asked.

“Well, midterms are like...next week, Remy,” Emile pointed out.

“Wait, what.”

“Yeah, they’re next week,” Emile repeated, as ice entered Remy’s bloodstream. “Did you forget?”

“Yeah,” Remy said, voice pitched an octave and a half too high. “Oh man, like, I’ve been saving all my cash from the job to pay for the next semester, but I don’t know if it’s going to be enough. I might have to take out more loans than I thought. Oh man. Oh no.”

Emile put a hand on Remy’s arm. “Hey, deep breaths, Rem. Don’t want to go into another panic attack.”

Remy made a pained noise that roughly translated to too late. He tried to breathe, but his chest felt far too tight. He couldn’t, like, at all.

Emile led him to the cafeteria, by which time Remy’s brain had finally sputtered to life again. “I can’t do this,” he mumbled. “I can’t...I can’t...I can’t do this.”

“Hey, Rem, you’ll do fine,” Emile said. “You said yourself you know everything in your classes!”

“No. No, I mean I can’t do this,” Remy said, waving his hands around the cafeteria. “I can’t do college. Not for three and a half more years. Emile, it’s going to kill me. I’m going to die if I keep trying to go to school. I’m gonna grow bored, or I’m gonna grow even worse mental health-wise than however shaky that is right now. I can’t do that. I can’t stand it here. College...can and will kill me.”

Emile visibly swallowed as they both went over to the waffle maker and Remy went first, pouring the batter into the waffler and closing it tight. “Then you really shouldn’t be going to college, Remy. If it’s hurting you, then definitely do not keep coming here.”

Remy sighed. He knew Emile had a point. He knew that. But still... “My parents—”

“—Under no circumstances will be your excuse to stay in a place that is literally going to kill you,” Emile said sternly. “If this is going to drive you to jump off a building, or hang yourself, or do something stupid so you go out as a martyr, then don’t keep doing it.”

Remy stared at Emile in shock and confusion until the waffler dinged. He grabbed the waffle, grabbed whipped cream, and sprinkles, and started making his signature mess of a breakfast. “This is going to come across as really insensitive,” he warned Emile. “But...you genuinely care. Why?”

Emile poured waffle batter in the waffler silently before sighing. “I’ve lost too many friends to suicide already.”

“Friends? As in, plural?” Remy asked.

“Yes, Remy. Friends as in plural. High school was not a kind place. Nor was middle school, for that matter, but high school was the final straw for both of them,” Emile said. “Almost lost a third, too. Walked in on her popping pills like they were after-dinner mints.”

“I—” Remy didn’t know what to say. “I’m so sorry.”

“At least I caught the final one in time,” Emile said with a bitter smile. “She didn’t speak to me for a long while after that. Emailed me right before I went off to college, thanking me. She had finally found medication that actually worked for her. Didn’t get a chance to see her before I left, but we’ve been talking about seeing each other over winter break.”

“I hope you get that chance,” Remy said.

“Me too,” Emile sighed. “But Remy, please. If college will kill you, drop out of college. Your parents do not take priority over your mental health. What’s keeping you from dropping out, other than your parents opinions?”

“Finding a place to stay,” Remy said.

“I’ll help you find a roommate who can pay rent, I know a few people around campus who are desperate to live nearby but not in the dorms. What else?”

“Money for food, transportation,” Remy said.

“If you’re not paying for college you should have enough money so that you can buy the food to get you through, even if you no longer have a meal plan. We can get you a bike, or figure out the bus routes needed for you to get to Starbucks to work,” Emile said. “And if necessary there’s other options around the city that I know are hiring.”

Remy had never seen someone angrily pour syrup on a waffle before, but watching Emile do just that was an experience. “Emile...why would you do this for me? Like, I get the whole wanting me to drop out so I get to be your friend still and I don’t wind up dead thing, but that doesn’t mean you have to help me figure everything out.”

“I’m your friend, Remy. Of course I’m going to help you,” Emile said. “That’s what friends do. They help each other.”

“But...but this feels like going above and beyond,” Remy said, wincing as someone shouted something unintelligible across the cafeteria. “Like, most friends support their other friends’ decisions, but you’re actually mapping out how I would live if I were to genuinely drop out.”

“Friends can and should help you prepare for the future if you need help, or even just want help. If they’re able to offer help, they should, in my opinion,” Emile said.

They moved further into the cafeteria to eat, and Remy was thankful that Emile chose one of the darker parts of the cafeteria, away from the windows and the sunroof. “What’s going above and beyond, then?” Remy asked.

Emile shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t think there is an ‘above and beyond’ with friendships, but if you need a threshold, how about...moving in with you and getting a part-time job so you can afford the rent and food?”

“That’s definitely above and beyond,” Remy said.

Emile turned thoughtful, poking at his food. “Is it, though, actually?”

“What do you mean?” Remy asked, frowning and taking a bite of waffle.

“I mean, that’s something I could definitely do. It sounds like a good idea, actually,” Emile said.

Remy choked on his waffle piece, before coughing violently and swallowing the rock that had returned to his mouth. “You serious? I thought...I thought you would want to like...see your friends over the holidays, and your folks. You seem like you’d be close to your folks.”

“Well, I can still see them over the holidays,” Emile reasoned. “But this just means I wouldn’t be moving back home over the summer and then moving again when it comes to sophomore year. I can visit my parents without having to live in their house. We could get a two-bedroom apartment, split the rent and food over the summer, and I could handle the rent during the school year while you worry about food. It could work.”

“Emile,” Remy said. “You’re literally saying you would move in with me. For no other reason than I can’t afford my own place on part-time minimum wage.”

“That’s not the only reason,” Emile said. “It would help me save on room and board, too. Less student loans for me.”

Remy laughed incredulously. “So, is this it? Is this a thing that we’re doing? You’re going to move in with me? I thought it’d be one of your friends.”

“Well, most of my friends would go home in the summer, when you need the most help,” Emile reasoned. “And besides, do you honestly think you could get along with any of my friends long enough to actually share living space with them? I know that your own roommate bugs you a whole lot, because you spend so much time in my room, where you don’t have to deal with anyone but me. And if we can stand each other most days when we don’t have classes and you don’t have to go to bed, yet, I think we can handle living in a place at a point in time where you’re going to work and I’m going to school and going to work. I’ll have to talk to my parents about it, of course, but they aren’t going to say no. They just need to know why my tuition is less than it used to be.”

“So...that’s a yes?” Remy asked.

“Yes,” Emile said with a grin. “You drop out of college, and we move in together.”

Remy whistled under his breath. “Okay, then,” he breathed.

[werezmastarbucks]

Blunt hook

Kai Parker x fem!reader smut

gif not mine

that’s like the first and the last smut I ever write ugh yeet

also I wrote this very cool thing on psychological analysis of Kai’s head bugs. check it out, it’s on my main blog. I love it.

word count: 2788

choking (light), fingering, dom!Kai, female reader

The reader had helped Kai escape hell, so now he’s trying to get her to side with him in everything else, too. However, Y/N is too stubborn, and not afraid of physical pain. Thank f*ck Kai always has a plan B.

The sky was full of Perseids and sound. Kai was taking his time and never hurried himself, but still found it was rather curious how long it takes to get used to a new form of living. Every. Damn. Time. It’s been a couple of months since he got out of hell, and every single day now he was amazed, unmistakably, by the air. I mean, can you imagine? It actually flows right into your nose and then down your throat or whatever. And it tastes so good! Being a vampire sure enhanced all the sensations, too. He was practically happy every day, agitated, even. The only thing was…

He shrugged, distracting himself from the stars and the comets flying ahead in white blinding flashes. What a beauty, he thought, what an unexpected beauty he thought he could never appreciate.

Then he saw her. And the idea came to him. All he needed at this point of being out of hell was a tiny little detail for the ascendant. It was maddening to think that virtually everything he needed was in his hands, except for this teeny-tiny metal hook less than a pinky nail in size, shiny and blunt. Without it, he could not travel back to the prison world. Without it, he could not get the reaper out. Without it, the devil would not let go of him and let him be. And the Boring Faces took it away from him. How insensitive of them not to take his lust for life into consideration.

But her. She might be of use and help. She went out of her way to open the gates of hell to let him crawl out. She went through being tortured, which means he won’t get anything out of her by inflicting pain. Kai had something on his mind though; she was wearing a dress.

Y/N was standing with her head tilted back, almost falling, looking at the cluster of the burning comets shooting through the horizontal line.

A light gust of wind brushed her hair, and then a hand grabbed her by the forearm. Y/N swayed, but managed to stay on her feet, and then she was pulled aside. Kai shot her a mad glance and walked, casually but fast, and she had nothing else to do but follow him, trying to move her feet as quick as possible.

Stalling would take a considerable amount of wit, so she started thinking right away, clutching her purse out of nervousness. Nobody considered her feeling for this nut job. Nobody. N/Y, hold him off as long as you can, but no sweat. Forget what you’ve gone through for him and lie to his face while we betray him yet again. Just stay here between the two flames, nothing special.

She sighed, trying to wiggle out of Kai’s grab, because his fingers bit into her flesh like burning coals. Kai looked back at her, dropping speed a little bit, but his eyes said nothing.

“What?” she gasped, trying to loosen his fingers. Kai didn’t give in, dragging her on towards the shade of trees. People were stepping away politely as they walked, like none of this seemed strange to them. Y/N finally levelled with Kai, but he still didn’t let go of her arm, clutching on her like she could vanish in thin air.

“Talk”, he commanded, throwing her to the side of a tree. He looked out from the shadow, making sure all the lights and the babbling people were left aside, blind to their conversation here. Their noise was still nearly unbearable, but Kai was getting better at focusing every day.

She caught herself, pressing her back to the trunk of a birch tree, and held onto it. Kai’s face as white in the shade, silvered by the faint moonlight and the rare specks of golden light from the bonfires. His eyes seemed completely black, the pupils enlarged, like he was on the verge of screaming form all the smells, and sounds, and the most of all, impatience.

“Start talking, Y/N. Where is it?”

“I don’t know what you’re on about”, she tried to make her smile seem innocent and failed, unable to hide the slow excitement that was rising in her. That. That is why she’s completely useless in things like that. She already forgot where they hid the dam detail even if she knew.

Kai grabbed on her purse, pulling on the strap. She barely managed to bend her head to let it slide off her shoulders. One second later, and she would’ve been choked, or beheaded. The vampire opened her handbag, thrashing it with sharp movements. She let out a giggle as he threw it aside, half empty.

Blood ran to her face as the vampire stepped up, closing a shadow on her. His arm flew up and rested on the trunk just above her head, and she felt comfortably caged. Kai licked his lips, trying to hold from acting right away, trying to come up with the most gracious way to get it out.

“Damon and his brother, they hid the last detail from my ascendant”, Kai elaborated,

“Come on, Y/N you know well what I’m talking about. Don’t make me hurt you”, he stared deep into her eyes like a snake charmer.

“I don’t actually want to hurt you”.

“I don’t know where it is, Kai. They don’t tell me. They know…”

Y/N paused, wondering if he could hear her heartbeat. Of course, he could. Irregular, quick, like a little puppy jumping and twisting in her chest, sending bright sparkles to her eyes, because she just can’t hide how much fun this all is. When fear goes away, there’s just fun.

Kai felt, this was the moment she could say something. He shifted; stooping above her, cupping her face with his palms. Soft hair was brushing the backs of his hands as he held her, pleading:

“They know you don’t want me to go back. Right? You don’t want me to go back to hell, do you, Y/N?”

She smiled sheepishly, thinking, what a bastard. He is one manipulative bastard with his blackish eyes and his perfect American chin. He tilted his head like a robot, knowing that was his best angle. Nothing worked. Kai felt her warmth, the hot spasms coming out of her skin, her desire was so obvious it was ridiculous, and yet she stood there, immovable like he didn’t matter. She was good, this one, stamina like a real fighter. Well, he guessed, torture and being alone for some time does that to people. Their skin touched and yet nothing happened, although he could practically hear her insides warming up, he could see the pupils of her eyes widening hungrily, and it made him feel weird, like he was hungry, too.

Y/N kept silent, thinking that would drive him mad enough out of a simple reason. She didn’t really have a plan. After all this is done, she thought, I’m moving the hell out of this cursed hole. She was as tired of the Boring Faces as Kai was, she just hid it better.

“Well”, his face hardened as his hands let go of her face. Kai looked at her, familiar violent glimmering dancing in his eyes. It was hard to tell in the dark whether he was smiling or grimacing. Maybe it was time to run, she couldn’t tell. Before she could decide anything, his whisper cut her ears like a razor.

“Maybe you’re hiding it somewhere here. Under your dress”.

Then his hand slid down so quickly she only felt it when it already was on her left thigh. Warm finger caressed her skin lightly, tracing its way up, until his palm lurked under the skirt. Y/N’s brain screamed: that feels not bad at all. Evident attractiveness of this undead heretic was burning her eyes. She was torn between staying prideful and keeping him at her side – for whatever reasons.

“Why aren’t you fighting me?” his voice brushed her face, she could almost taste its timbre. She bit her lower lip from the inside not to blurt out anything. Let him entertain himself, she’s not going to do his work. This man, this crazy type in front of her, manipulative, always with a plan, awoke a feeling in her, a desire to stand up to him, even if in this weird, submissive way. Well, she’ll figure that out, she thought. It’ll all unfold by itself. Right now, she just knew, she wouldn’t brush his arms off, no matter what he does, or how hard he does it.

Kai gasped comically.

“Are you my distraction?”

A boyish, excited smile brightened his face. It lit with amusement and anticipation.

“What am I supposed to be distracting you from?” Y/N asked in a thin voice.

“Bae, everything”, he blurted readily.

His palm moved just as his eyes narrowed again. There was a shift in his mood. Like a kitten, that’s too young, he really did get distracted. The ascendant detail is important, sure. But there’s this one, propped up against a tree, and he’s curious as to why she’s not running, not giving in. She’s just smirking, almost brave enough to show him what she really wants. Fortunately, he can almost read her mind.

There was hunger inside of him, not only for blood, but an eerie sensation of dryness in is throat; the light-headedness when he realized he’s watching Y/N, but she doesn’t see him. When he’s just an invisible observer, and all she does is his by all means. Being in the crowd, really stop seeing people. Kai did the opposite, and he chose her. If you rid yourself of self a little bit – excuse the pun – you’re free to watch whoever you want. Kai’s seen way more than anybody else. The tip of her tongue snaking in the corner of her mouth, and the curves of her hips as she walked, the wild glimmering in the corners of her eyes. The slender fingers crooking on her cheeks, caressing her own neck. The softness of the earlobe pierced by the golden earring. The thin delicate skin on the inside of her elbow. Her cocky posture, ever-ironic grin letting out deep sigh of her tired, unamused voice.

The hidden soul of that girl was not pure. She was not pure. Kai was wondering if he’d contributed to that.

His hand touched the fabric of her underwear, and he felt comfortable. He pressed his thumb on her pubic bone, wondering, how hard would be too hard.

“Hands on the tree”, he ordered, and her palms were glued to the trunk in a second. Y/N pushed her back against it, trying to move as little as possible. Her thighs moved forward as she leaned backwards, the wings of her shoulder blades colliding with the tree. Kai towered over her like a leopard over a cheetah cub.

“Let’s see if it’s there, do you mind?” he murmured, and Y/N bumped the back of her head against the hard trunk. His fingers pulled her panties down and pressed on her clit persistently. Y/N neck went hot. Kai watched carefully as her nostrils flared a little, like he didn’t know what he’s doing, like it was something alien he was touching. He was trying to figure out the connection between the hunger he was experiencing, and the warm, welcoming wetness of the inside of her. Y/N was thinking about how smooth his skin was. It was so fucking smooth, seemingly perfect to touch. She opened her mouth to say something, but Kai’s other hand immediately pressed on her face, covering her mouth.

“Nah-uh. Keep quiet. Do as I say”.

He made himself horny saying that. He didn’t expect these words out of his own mouth, just as his fingers slid inside of her, and he felt Y/N sucking on the air from underneath his palm. She tried to bite the skin lightly, but swayed, obedient, never looking away. Kai’s eyes were dark and calm, like oceans of Malivore, hypnotizing, eyes with a trace of tragic smile deep inside.

Y/N wanted so bad to raise her hands and weave them around his neck, to hang herself onto him, shifting all the weight, and ride his hand. Keeping still made all her muscles sing a tense melody of pain, making pleasure all the more even, sending it like sharp flashes of color all down her body. She begged to god that she wasn’t shaking, because she really couldn’t tell anymore; she was throwing all her might into not moaning as his three fingers were moving inside, rubbing the sensitive skin, sliding in and out, pinching and pulling. Her right knee gave in, and she swayed again, nails clawing into the bark; Kai took his palm off her mouth and wrapped it around the girl’s throat; her whole neck went into his fist like it was carved for it. He propped her up and squeezed her throat, lightly first, then tighter and tighter, until her mouth opened a little, and his own jaws separated as he looked inside. His tongue pressed against his canines violently, bursting the tip of it and bleeding into his mouth. The hot blood pumped into his face and nose, and he grabbed her by the clit, immersing his fingers inside down to the first knuckles. He was fucking her, they both realized, with his hand, and that was one way to do it. Y/N propelled her hips, giving in to her own screaming body, because that movement was the only one she could think of. The ultimate goal of that one moment was to string herself onto his hand, deeper, deeper, harder, so that he could destroy her, tear her apart.

Kai loosened his hand on her throat just a little, to hear her whimper as her eyes rolled. Biting shiver shot through Y/N’s body, but she was glad to see she stood; trunk of the birch tree was hurting her head, so she tilted it forward a little and gasped for air as Kai’s hand let go of her. Both his hands, to be precise. He rubbed his right hand on Y/N’s thigh, leaving a hot trace of cum on her skin in gentle touches. He couldn’t help tracing the sharp bone of her hip, drawing circles around the tip absent-mindedly. The only way he could now relieve himself was to grab and squeeze her hip possessively, making her groan softly. There was supposed to be hurt. He usually hurt someone as a result of… the process. The normal pattern of events was him standing with his hands covered in thick dark blood in the end of the picture, gratified deeply by the seizing screams, calming his beast down. Pain. Was it something like that? Kai looked deep into her face and read her. He saw that orgasm was pretty much like physical pain, only, it made her show her teeth in a smile.

It was over, Y/N figured; blood was pumping in her ears, and even if he said something, she couldn’t hear. She wrapped her hands around Kai’s neck and rested on him, locking her fingers on the short, soft hairs on the back of his head. Just for a moment, he’s going to belong to her, while he’s whispering his hot threats in her ear. His voice, the scent, the breadth of his shoulders – all hers, just for now, as he’s holding her against this very tree.

“Come on now, Y/N”.

Kai knew he had like three seconds to slither inside of her mind while she’s fragile. While she’s messed up, sweet smell of pleasure and indolence pouring out of her like a syrup; he could as well just lick it off her skin.

“Where is it? Where is it”, he pressed his face against hers, listening to her deep, erratic breathing. He was keeping up with his own noise, confused by the sudden outburst of eagerness and a boner. He had to be focused, but he couldn’t but admire a little this oily, feminine beauty. Her wrists pulsating with blood were so close to his face the smell flooded him.

The bravery of her, though, as she lifted her face and looked him in the eye. Pupils expanded, glistening with lust and mischief. She said:

“I really don’t know. Why don’t you try it with you mouth next?”

The smile curling her lips made the groan wake in the depths of his chest. Kai let the hot air out of his nose, clenching his jaws. He brushed off Y/N’s arms, pushing away, and stepped out of the shadows with an audible roar. The sound of her laughter was ringing in his ears.  

[emma-nation]

Thinking Of You (Mona x MC Fanfiction) - Chapter 6

You said move on Where do I go? I guess second best Is all I will know

Summary: Years later, Allison has everything she wants, a brand-new internship as a doctor, a handsome boyfriend… but her first nightshift won’t go as expected…

Genre: Romance, Angst

Tag list: @zoe6111, @simsvetements, @mvrinettes, @whoinvitedalx, @scarlet-letter-a0114, @abunchofbadchoices, @kamilahmademedoit, @janurary, @talkinlikeateen, @eagle-one-1, @andreear17, @tia-bi, @monagf, @monahott, @fal-carrington, @crazzyplays, @honorablebicycle​ (let me know if you want to be tagged!)

Notes:

- English is not my first language, forgive me for any mistakes.

- Things will start to get really wild next chapter. Stay tuned! 😜

"I've said no," Mona said, once again, placing her very few clothes inside a bag.

"After all you've done against the police, it's the least you can do!" Detective Wheeler insisted.

"I got locked up for eight years, I owe you nothing anymore."

"Well, I have something that may give you some motivation."

Mona was determined to go back to New York. Nothing else was holding her in Los Angeles anymore. She didn’t have any attachments, she didn’t owe anything to anyone, and Allison would be getting married really soon. Though she'd never admit, it was killing her inside. She spoke to her mom, who was more than relieved to have her around again. She even managed to buy a house, for the two of them to start a new life.

Detective Wheeler came back to the bedroom, tossing her a keychain.

"What? Are you bribing me with a car, Pops?" She chuckled. "I'm not allowed to drive remember?"

"If you accept the mission, you are," he affirmed. "And it's not any car..."

She followed him to the garage to find her 2008 Yottsume Halberdier.

"My car!"

The painting was conserved, intact. Impressed, Mona carefully examined every detail of the engine, concluding that whoever had been keeping her car did an impressive job.

"I missed you, baby," she sat down at the driver's seat, remembering the good old days. "Where did you find her, Pops?"

"It was out of radar for a while, then a couple years ago the police found it in a dealership and took for possible evidence, to track the rest of your... friends."

The word 'dealership’ caught her attention. She had a bad feeling about it, related to someone from her past. When she opened the glove compartment, her suspicions were only confirmed by a small handwritten note. He had been keeping her car, for all these years. She scowled in rage.

"I don't want it anymore," she threw the keys back to Detective Wheeler. "Sorry Pops, find somebody else for you investigation."

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"Griffin, I have to tell you something," Allison was sitting down in front of her laptop, getting ready to tell her fiancé she wanted to take a break. She had invented a perfect excuse, about this stressful moment of her life and how she wasn't ready for marriage.

“What is it, Allison?” He asked from the other side of the screen. “Is it about our future house? Didn’t you like it?”

“No, actually it’s about...”

The door opened in a slam and an angry Mona stomped inside. She was never in a good mood, but something had seriously upset her that morning.

“Could please stop with this kinkiness and come to the living room?” She angered. “It’s important.”

After convincing Griffin it was only her cousin who was spending a few days at their house, Allison went to the living room, where a heated argument between her dad and Mona was taking place. Which she found strange, considering Mr. Wheeler had been treating Mona surprisingly well in the last few days. Too well to be true.

"You're bribing me!" Mona yelled. "Into a suicidal mission."

"Oh please, what can be worse than allying yourself with the Brotherhood?" Mr. Wheeler argued.

"Act as a bait for a serial killer?"

"Guys," Allison shouted. "Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on here?"

Detective Wheeler explained his plan. Mona would be infiltrated in an university as a new student, where she’d socialize and find out who was selling a dangerous synthetic drug.

“With her reputation, these tattoos and the tough girl attitude... she’s perfect for the job,” he finished.

“Then you could lock me up again for buying drugs?” Mona asked.

“The police and the university will be aware of your disguise! We're even offering you a reward.”

“Whoever is developing this drug is too big and powerful, I’m not willing to get shot a second time.”

Allison completely understood Mona's point of view. It was risky and she was just recovering from a surgery. If she wasn’t careful enough, the lesion could return and become something more serious.

“Dad,” she spoke. “It’s up to Mona to decide. If she doesn’t want it, I'm sure you can find someone else.”

“Thank you, Allison,” Mona had some sarcasm in her voice. “At least for once you stood by my side.”

She knew exactly what she meant. Mona was attacking her for the possibility she’d go away to New Zealand, after confessing her feelings.

She scowled at both of them and grabbed her car keys that were lying on the coffee table.

"I'm going out for a while. I have something else to solve."

Before Mr. Wheeler could protest or reinforce the fact she wasn't allowed to drive, unless she accepted the task, she was already gone. Allison took a concerned and weary sigh, wondering how or when she’d find a quiet moment of peace.

"I'll see what I can do," Mr. Wheeler shook his head and left for work.

Alone, Allison sat down at the couch. She reflected and somehow her mind clicked. Without even knowing, she had just found the most perfect solution for all her issues. A sly smile appeared on her lips.

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Mona entered the dealership in her best bad girl attitude. She was sure that most of the employees there had heard about her at least once, through the old 'wanted' posters that could be found all over LA and the internet.

She confirmed the dealership’s owner was indeed living in Los Angeles for the last couple years. Lying she needed an exclusive model of car, she demanded to speak directly to him.

She waited a few minutes inside his office, kicking her feet up on his desk. She examined the surroundings, if it wasn’t for that security camera pointed at her, she’d take one of those expensive pens as souvenir. The door opened and a tall, black haired man wearing a fancy suit, came inside.

"Hello! How can I help you, miss..." that annoying, usual smirk he usually had on pictures and outdoors suddenly faded from his face. "Y-You... What..."

"Hello, David. Long time no see."

Uncomfortable, he sat down in front of her, almost panicking.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, in a low tone, making sure no one was listening. "I thought you were still in prison."

"I came to return the car," she told. "Since you've laid your dirty hands on her, I don't want it anymore."

David handed her back the keychain. His fingers slightly brushing her hand.

"What's the problem with a father taking care of his daughter's most prized possession while she's in jail, huh?" He looked her straight in the eyes, trying to intimidate her with his words. "I even made improvements for you! You should be more grateful."

"I'll never be grateful for anything you do!" She stared even deeper, showing she wasn’t feeling threatened. "You abandoned us when I was two. We went through hell because of you!"

"Let me tell you something. A few years ago, I was watching some videos online and I was fascinated by Mercy Park Crew's skills. Especially one particular driver, the one behind the Yottsume. Can you imagine my surprise when I found out it was my own daughter? The one who fled from New York after a mysterious man bailed her out of jail. Oh, sugar. We have more in common than you think.”

Mona clenched her fists in rage. She knew what awaited for her when she decided to meet that man. He was extremely manipulative and sadistic, but that was too much to listen.

"I'm not even a single bit like..." she interrupted.

"Let me finish,” he silenced her. “I've met Kaneko, I worked for his dad when I was a kid. He taught us everything we knew about cars. He even hooked us up in some of his... jobs. Then when the police was hunting for our heads, that was when I went to hide in my grandparents' house in Lebanon, where I met your mom."

"You?!" Mona let out a laugh, pointing to the portrait on his desk, with his current wife and step-daughters. "The perfect family man used to steal cars?!"

"Like you, I was fascinated by that life. The adrenaline, the speed, the expensive cars, the easy money... but all of us have to grow up at some point," he told, in a cold and insensitive tone. "Don't get me wrong, I loved you and your mom, I truly did, but my job as real estate agent didn't pay enough. I wanted more. I wanted to be near these beautiful speedy machines somehow again..."

"Then you met her. Your rich wife, who has helped you to build all your empire."

"Exactly, I was only seeking for my best interests. Sorta like you, when you joined the Brotherhood. You could've escaped along with your friends, but you were aiming higher. You wanted more."

"Wrong," Mona smirked. "I was saving my life, and my girl's too. They were going to kill us both."

"And there you made a mistake, putting somebody's life above yours. You could've died, besides wasting almost a decade of your life in prison."

"I'm not like you or I'll ever be. I don't know what you want, but stay away from me. You never wanted to be part of my life, so screw off!"

Mona stood up, throwing the car keys on her father's desk again.

"Take it, it should be enough to pay the costs you had, hiring me one of the best lawyers in the country. What was your intention, huh? Was it to torture my mom? Show her you're in control?"

"What are you talking about? I never hired you a lawyer. I could've gotten you out of prison immediately if I wanted, with my powers and contacts. But like I said, you needed to grow up. Otherwise, right now you'd be still acting like a stupid kid, stealing cars in some other state. God knows if you'd even be alive."

"As if you care."

It was useless to keep arguing with that man. He was a sociopath. She was only putting herself under unnecessary stress. His presence in Los Angeles had now became the main reason why she should return to her mother's home. She had no idea of what he was planning, but it shouldn't be good. Nothing good ever came from that man.

She decided to keep her car. She still could sell it and use to money to rebuild her life from zero in New York.

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“I’m sorry, Dr. Carlson,” Allison said, inside her father-in-law’s office. “I can’t go to New Zealand right now.”

“Why not, my darling?” His eyes widened in shock. “It’s a lifetime opportunity. There’s so many doors it will open for your future…”

“Actually, I’m quitting my internship too. Temporarily.”

“What?!”

“I'm enrolling myself in a six-month course in university. I’m feeling kinda lost, so I'm searching for an specialization, as Griffin suggested.”

The mention of his son’s name should be enough to not upset the man too much. In the end, after speaking to Griffin, he was convinced it was really the best for Allison at the moment. She left his office feeling accomplished and victorious. Part of her problem had been solved.

Back to her house, Mr. Wheeler wasn’t home. She knew he wouldn’t be thrilled with the news, but when she told her real purposes, he’d eventually forgive her.

She went to her bedroom, where Mona was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to some music on her cellphone.

"Hiya, gorgeous," Allison grinned ear-to-ear.

She looked at her, rolled her eyes and unplugged the earphones.

“What are you doing home so early? And why do you look so happy?"

“I’ve quit it, Mona,” she bit her lower lip mischievously. “I’ve quit my internship and I’m not going to New Zealand either.”

“What?!” Mona stood up. “But good. It was about time, considering how miserable you were looking. What about Gavin?”

“Griffin is supporting me,” she told. “But he doesn’t know my real purposes, of course. I’m enrolling myself in this six-month course to play the role my dad needs to catch these criminals.”

“It’s stupid and dangerous. Besides, your father will freak out and blame it on me. I’m not letting you do this.”

"Then stop me,” Allison challenged, “or... there’s another option.”

Only a couple of hours later, they were both inside Mona's car. They had just left the University, where Allison enrolled herself in the course and Mona filled the papers she needed, to be play spy for the police.

“Whoa, your car is looking great. The dealership did a great job on it.”

“I’d have done better myself.”

She noticed Mona was quiet and tense. She thought the news and her company in university would make her feel better, but her behavior barely changed.

After buying burgers and milkshakes, they were at home eating. Mona was still looking angry and very anxious.

"So, will you tell me what's bothering you?” Allison finally asked. “I mean, you don't have to be part of this job, if you don't want to."

"It's not that," Mona answered. "It's a personal issue. Someone from my past. He's living in LA and I'm sure his intentions aren't any good."

"Who is this? If you don’t mind me asking."

"No one important."

Allison knew that was all she'd get from Mona, so she decided to change the subject. She burst into laughs.

"Can you just imagine? You and me, in college together?"

Mona gave in, laughing too.

"Yeah, babe. We're going to burn down that place!”

[ohlukcs]

( alex wolff, male ) did you hear how LUKAS TOZER is applying to columbia university as a FILM & MEDIA STUDIES major ?! the 19 year old is living in the WALLACH HALL. i heard that they got in because they are + PASSIONATE and +THOUGHTFUL, but honestly i think HE can be -ASSUMING and -CYNICAL. they’re a real MAVERICK. oh well, only time will tell if the SOPHOMORE will make it til the end.

about the mun !!

hi hello my name is sam (she/her), im 22, and im a big fat mess at all times :) um but a lil more about me is that i’m australian and a recently graduated film student lmao. i’ve been rping for like ten years now i think idk but i am a NERVOUS BITCH !!!!!!! and it sometimes takes me forever to reply to things (ic and ooc) bc of that so pls be patient with me lmao. anyway, happy 2 be here !! if u like this post i’m gonna assume u wanna plot with me and my idiot and hit u up !!! lets mcfreakin lose it !!!!

about lukas !!

full name: lukas joshua tozer

nickname(s): luk-ass idk whatever u can come up with lmao

age: nineteen

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

hometown: jackson, new jersey

date of birth: nov 4th

occupation: student ( film and media studies, sophomore ), cook/server at a nearby 24hr pizza joint

relationship status: single

drink / smoke / drugs: yes / yes / yes

faceclaim: alex wolff

positive traits: passionate, thoughtful, creative, ambitious, untethered, humorous

negative traits: assuming, cynical, insensitive, rebellious, resentful, irresponsible

if he was in a hogwarts house: slytherin

now some more dot points that are just me talking about lukas !!

was born in fort lauderdale florida but there is a vERY low chance he will ever admit that, he’ll just say he’s from new jersey. as far as he’s concerned, he’s always been from new jersey even if his family did move there after he turned twelve

speaking of things lukas probably wont ever tell u but i’m including them anyway: his family is kind of messy. not majorly but like a little bit more than average. he had two brothers, now he only has one. i’m not gonna include a whole lot of nitty gritty here i’ll save it for when i write the real bio and can actually do it justice but its the reason they moved from florida and it has had a pretty major effect on lukas over time obviously

he’s the baby of the family and he’s pretty much always been treated like one. it has left him pretty immature and irresponsible. still learning that his actions have consequences and that he cant just be a total dick all the time. he’s improved in those areas a fair bit since he started at columbia a year ago but he still has a long way to go

he didn’t ever really expect to go to columbia, he’s from a middle class family and his dad didn’t even go to college. he applied for columbia just as a might as well give it a go thing. like maybe it will happen. they had a film course and although the course itself isn’t really great, the connections to the industry available at columbia were valuable enough for him to try. he was wait listed up until basically the last minute, preparing to go to a college in boston instead but when he was accepted he knew he had to go. for himself, for his family, and for his lost brother.

obviously irresponsible attitude has led to some Bad Decision Making including but not limited to partying and drugs. he doesn’t prioritise that lifestyle over his school work (bc he knows how lucky he is to be at columbia at all) but he is a big believer that you need to experience things to be a great artist and he plans on being the greatest artist so bad decision town here we come !!!!

he has a pet goldfish named michael bublé pls dont nark

for more info on him click here to check his about page, no bio there yet but hopefully soon

wanted connections babey !!

course friends/rivals/anything: i am writing these before acceptances happen so i have no good god damn idea if any other characters are film majors but hit me the hell up if they are bc i would love to plot some stuff out

old roommate(s) : lukas was probably an entertaining roommate but probably verged on annoying pretty easily. he’s messy, gross, probably didn’t respect the do ur fucking dishes rule in first year ( probs still doesnt tbh ). but he also has a password to every streaming account plus a phat hard drive full of movies and shows that he is absolutely willing to share with u so just depends what ur into i guess. maybe this connection led to friendship or maybe they hate each other now. im down for either/both 

dealer: hi welcome back to bad decision town. lukas isn’t into any hard stuff but is a big weed smoker (to my understanding medicinal cannabis is allowed but lukas def doesn’t have a prescription), then after that it’s kind of just experimenting. will chat more details if u wanna take this connection

booze leachers: so yes lukas is 19 but he has four, thats right, four fake ids. he is not willing to give u his contact for fake ids but he is willing to buy u booze if u pay him. dont hate the player hate the game

gang gang: pretty much just a close group of friends. i imagine all pretty relaxed, all pretty chill. idk what to say here except i want people to care about him and let him put on dumb movies and watch them with him and probably have dumb matching stick and poke tattoos and hog a communal tv to play mario kart but lets talk about it

fast food workers deserve respect too: as mentioned, lukas works at a 24hr pizza joint near campus which means he’s seen some shit. one of the things he’s seen multiple times is drunk student trashing the place. whether it be vomit, forgetting how to hold a cup, or bet try at a food fight lukas has seen it and he’s cleaned it up too. this connection could be that maybe he helped someone out and cleaned them up and got them back to campus when their friends ditched and now they look out for lukas too and its a positive connection. or maybe lukas hates their guts and spits on their food whenever they show up ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who’s to say

hot girl bummer by blackbear: now listen here’s an angsty connection i want, and i def want to plot it out way more with whoever takes it on but basic outline of what i have in mind: they’ve kind of sort of been dating for a while but they’re just falling out of whatever they had to begin with. they were never official, they probs def fucked around with other people while they were ““““together”””””, lots of oh sorry ur taking it so seriously i thought we were just chilling bullshit. all of this girls friends probs hate lukas and he definitely hates them back. were probably once really good friends and had a really good time together but they’ve lost it. will they find it again or will it fizzle out? lets find out together xoxo

new girl(s) : i hate the connection title too but i couldnt think of anything better. we’re in bad decision town and now we’re going to thot street babey. since things have been falling apart with hot girl bummer and even before that lukas a little bit of a thottie. this doesnt mean he’s good at it, please also feel free for a part of this to be that they rejected lukas and he got butt hurt about it idk lukas being attracted to them is basically this whole idea and i would wanna plot the rest of it more depending on specific characters wooo

lukas is a bad influence: if u have gotten this far u may have noticed that lukas is not a very good influence at all. this is someone probs his age or younger that wants to loosen up and have a good time and lukas completely encourages that. bonus points if this connection is a combo with the above connection bc lukas is a gross boi and would be like wow listening to my bad ideas thats so sexy and cool of u ya know. but also doesnt have to be that ! could just be lukas thinks its funny and thinks that someone listening to him is just like good content that could get him on barstool

lukas is badly influenced: this is basic as hell but someone that tells him to leave his impluse control at the door and encourages him to be trash. probs older than him and i def see this as more of a masc connection than a fem but like all my plot ideas: lets talk about it. this one probs v much depends on ur character so gonna leave this one nice and short

lukas is good-ly (??????) influenced: also basic as hell and p much just the opposite of above. someone who is a good influence on lukas. encourages creativity and ambition instead of straight up recklessness. again, i see it as an older character but no gender seen here. a lot of this would be based around ur character so lets chat

michael bublé’s co parents: lukas has a goldfish named michael bublé (or just michael), i picture him having got it while high as heck during the day and just being like This Is A Good Idea. maybe ur character was with him and they were co parents from the start or maybbe they came into the picture later ??? i’m honestly down for whichever just give michael the love he deserves pls

and probably just about anything else these are just some ideas, i totally wanna plot further and brainstorm so please still hmu if none of these fit ur character we’ll plot something up !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[nerdypinupcrystal]

Every Breath You Take Chapter 5: Just Friends...?

Heeey guys! I’m back with chapter 5, and boy are you in for a ride! I’m gonna be vague as hell and leave it at that.  Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 5: Just Friends…?

As soon as my shift ended, I rushed home to start getting ready for my evening with Matt. My body was shivering with anticipation, my stomach filled with butterflies and doing constant somersaults.

I shouldn’t be so nervous over a simple and casual dinner, it’s not like it was a date.

It’s a goddamn date and you know it.

It’s only a casual dinner with Matt.

Beautiful, sweet, sinfully sexy Matt who is obviously attracted to you.

A casual dinner with Matt, who is my neighbor and just my friend.

Really? Just friends? Tell that to your hormones, you dirty liar.

With my stupid thoughts refusing to shut up, I reached for my CD collection and popped in the first one I grabbed, which ended up being Erasure. Whoever owned these CDs had excellent taste.

The beginning chords of A Little Respect started playing as danced towards my closet.

I try to discover A little something to make me sweeter Oh baby refrain from breaking my heart I'm so in love with you I'll be forever blue

I continued singing to the lyrics, not really paying attention to the lyrics as I went through every dress I owned. Unfortunately that wasn’t saying much, since I had very little to offer in my wardrobe.  Packing light didn’t leave much room for much clothing.

After spending 20 minutes fussing over it, I finally settled on a light grey sweater with long sleeves to cover the bruises, and an A-line red skirt that sat a few inches above my knees, completed with black tights and my black ankle boots.

Red and grey, huh? Interesting choice of colors.

I continued to ignore my inner thoughts as I put on a bit of makeup and brushed my hair.

I heard a knock at my door 10 minutes later and my heart, as well as the butterflies in my stomach started fluttering at ludicrous speed once more.

I tried to calm myself as I reached for my jacket along with the small heart shaped purse Lucy was kind enough to loan me. I rushed to the door, paused to take a deep breath, and opened the door to greet my friend Matt, who was not my date.

Keep telling yourself that.

“Hi Matt!” I greeted with a smile I seemed to always have when I was around him.

My heart raced as he smiled back at me, “Hi, Iris. You look beautiful tonight.”

“And how exactly can you tell, Mr. Murdock?” I giggled as my eyebrow raise in amusement, “I could be dressed like a homeless person for all you know.”

Matt belly laughed, “You raise a very good point, Ms. Roberts.” He tilted his head as he “looked” right at me. “But something tells me that’s just not the case with you. How can I tell you look beautiful? I just know. Call it a hunch.” He finished with a knowing and sexy smirk.

Well what the hell do I say to that without making an aroused idiot of myself?

I didn’t have to touch my face to know I was blushing tomato red. I cleared my throat as I tried to change the subject. “Thank you, Matt. You look beautiful all the time.” My eyes widened at the realization of what I said. So much for changing the subject, you twit!

Matt’s eyebrows rose as I stuttered to fix my slip up, “I-I meant handsome. You look handsome all the time- I mean tonight! Not that you don’t all the time, I just meant-um…” You’re making it worse, shut up! “So where are we going again? We should go!” Smooth.

Matt, God bless him, tried his hardest not to laugh at my embarrassing display. He was kind enough to go along with actually changing the subject. “You should probably turn off your music first.”

I stood there confused for a second before I heard the current song playing loud and clear in my apartment.

When it's cold outside Am I here in vain? Hold on to the night There will be no shame

Always, I want to be with you And make believe with you And live in harmony, harmony oh love

Fuckin Erasure!

My already flushed face turned even redder as I rushed to shut off the stereo I thought was my friend. Of course it would play Always at the most inappropriate time after I already embarrassed myself once this evening.

I let out a silent prayer that this would be the last of my awkward moments for the night before I walked back towards Matt and locked the door.

I turned to look at him, still blushing. “I’m sorry about that. My brain is sort of all over the place.”

Matt just gave another sweet and beautiful smile in return as we started walking towards the elevator. “Don’t worry about it. Besides, that sounded like a pretty good song. Who was it?”

“Erasure. The song’s called Always.” I replied, the blush starting to fade from my face, but still very much present. “I haven’t listened to them in years, they’re one of my favorites.”

Matt nodded with a smile. He motioned for me to step on the elevator first as he replied, “They sound pretty good. I’d ask if I could borrow your CD sometime, but I can hear your music through the walls perfectly.”

My eyes widened with guilt, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry for playing my music too loud. I didn’t mean to be so insensitive.”

Matt’s brows furrowed with confusion, “Iris, you don’t need to apologize.” He reassured me, “I wasn’t implying that you were disturbing me. And you’re the furthest thing from insensitive.”

I looked up at him timidly, “Really? I wasn’t bothering you? Because I’ll be sure to keep the music down from now on.”

Matt just smiled that sweet endearing smile that always makes me melt, “Please don’t. I actually enjoy hearing it. It’s a nice change from hearing the city noises and sirens all night.”

I smiled with relief, ignoring my rapidly beating heart as we stepped out of the elevator and made our way out to the restaurant with Matt leading the way.

Bella Notte was a little hidden gem of an Italian restaurant just a few blocks away from home. The delicious smell of garlic, Italian spices, and marinara greeted us as we entered the restaurant. The space was small, could fit maybe 30 people at the most, very intimate. The lightning was somewhat dim with fairy lights hanging on the ceiling and a lit candle at each table, giving it an enchanting ambiance. Paintings of different parts of Italy adorned the rustic brick walls. The music of Frank Sinatra’s Night and Day filled the air.

We were shown to our table that was towards the back of the restaurant. Matt, the perfect gentleman, pulled my chair out for me to sit before he took his seat across from me. The waiter took our drink orders and left us alone to look over the menus.

I looked over at Matt, concerned that he didn’t have a menu in braille. “Matt, would you like me to read the menu for you? You can let me know what sounds good.”

Matt shook his head with a grateful smile. “No thank you, Iris, that won’t be necessary. Thanks for the offer though, that’s really thoughtful of you.”

“It’s no problem at all.” I smiled in return. “I take it you’ve been here enough times to remember the menu?”

“Yeah, you’d be right about that.” He chuckled. “I usually get the chicken parmigiana. It’s pretty amazing.”

I instantly felt my mouth water. I hadn’t been allowed to eat anything fried or breaded in years. He insisted I needed to watch my weight, even though I never once had a weight problem.

What the hell did he know? He doesn’t matter anymore, so don’t think about him. Focus on the sweet, gorgeous man in front of you who is the complete opposite of that monster.

“You know what? That sounds fantastic, I think I’ll have the same.” I replied.

Matt grinned, “Okay, great! I promise you won’t regret it.”

The waiter chose that moment to return with our two glasses of red wine. I gave Matt the okay to do the honors of ordering our food for us.

“I’m going to remember you said that in case I have to sue you for false advertising.” I jokingly threatened as the waiter walked off.  “And there’s witnesses that will back me up.”

Matt laughed, “Oh, hell, you got me there. I’ll have to make extra sure you enjoy it then. Foggy would never let me live it down if you took me to court.”

“Well, I imagine he wouldn’t, since I’m going to hire him as my attorney.” I laughed as Matt let out a dramatic gasp.

“Ms. Roberts! You would dare use my own partner against me? What makes you so sure he’ll even betray his best friend like that?” He asked with suspicion.

I was quick to reply, “He has heart eyes for my boss. I just need to have her ask him, and he’ll be putty in our hands.”

Matt’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “I didn’t take you for the type to play dirty, Ms. Roberts. I’m impressed.”

I smiled in victory, and I might or might not have done a little victory dance in my chair. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Mr. Murdock. I’m just full of surprises.”  If he only knew.

“Well I’m hoping I can change that with time, Iris.” Matt replied with that sexy smirk I love so much. “I’d love to get to know you better, if that’s okay.”

I blushed as I tried to think of how to approach this without giving too much away. “Yeah...I guess that’s okay…” I hesitated. “How about we play 20 questions? I tell you things, you tell me things.”

“Quid pro quo, Clarice?” Matt joked.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the Clarice in this scenario.” I quipped.

“Okay, Hannibal. Just don’t eat my liver.” He chuckled with a smirk.

“I make no promises, Matt. This is a very nice Chianti.”  I replied as I took a sip of my wine.

Matt let out an infectious belly laugh that echoed through the tiny restaurant. Before he could say anything else, our waiter came back with our meals in record time.

“Before we start our game, you have to take your first bite and be honest about how amazing it tastes.”  Matt stated as he waited patiently for me to take the bite.

It was delicious. The crispness of the breaded chicken was bursting with flavor in my mouth, the fresh pasta soaked in marinara sauce was so mouth watering, the smoked mozzarella literally melted in my mouth. It felt like my palate was awakened.

“It’s good, right?” Matt asked, already knowing the answer.

“No.” I replied with a straight face.

Matt looked confused as he was stunned silent.

I couldn’t hold back my laughter and decided not to torture him any longer, “It’s amazing!”

Matt let out a surprised laugh, “Oh I’m going to get you back for that.” He pointed at me threateningly with a sneaky smile on his face.

You’ve already got me. My heart skipped a beat at the thought. Matt tilted his head slightly, as if he heard my heartbeat.

I quickly brushed it off with a laugh. “Good luck with that, Clarice.”

“Alright, Hannibal,” Matt chuckled, “Let’s play.  Ladies first.”

“Thank you, don’t mind if I do.” I replied as I thought of my first question. “How old are you?”

“Starting off easy, I see. I’m 32.” He replied. “How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking, of course.”

I smiled cheekily, “I’ll allow it for now. I’m 23.”  Matt’s eyebrows raised in surprise at my answer. “What music do you love?” I asked.

Matt took a second to think about it. “I honestly don’t listen to music that often, but I like a bit of everything I suppose. Oldies especially. Nothing too crazy.”

“So you like Rap?” I smirked waiting for his answer.

“I can’t stand it. It gives me headaches.” He replied with a grimace. “I already know the music you like. What music do you hate? Or at least strongly dislike?”

I answered without a second thought, “I dislike classical music. I hate Hector Berlioz.”

Matt tilted his head in curiosity. “Really? Why Berlioz?”

My spine stiffened and my voice went hollow before I could help it. “His Symphonie Fantastique gives me nightmares.”

It was his favorite piece to play every time he got excited and would…

Don’t think about that. Not now. Not when you’re having such a great night with such a sweet and kind gentleman. He doesn’t need to know about that.

I shook myself out of my thoughts as I quickly changed the subject before Matt could have a chance to question me about it.  “So, have you always lived in New York?”

Matt cleared his throat before he answered, “Yeah, all my life. I’ve actually never been anywhere else, really. New York and Hell’s Kitchen is all I’ve ever known.”

“I can’t say I blame you there.” I replied. “I’ve been here for almost a week now and I honestly can’t imagine being anywhere else.”

Matt’s smile lit up his face at my comment. “That’s great! Some people would say it’s a waste not to travel anywhere, but I don’t feel like I’m missing anything.  It’s not like I could see any new places anyway.”

I shook my head. “You’re not missing anything. I traveled to get here, obviously, but it was just a means to an end. I’m much happier and at home here.”

“Where were you at before coming here? If you don’t mind me asking.” Matt asked, getting back to our question game.

A little more truth won’t hurt. “Miami, Florida.”

“Florida?” Matt asked, sounding surprised and intrigued. “That’s quite a difference from Hell’s Kitchen. What was it like?”

My own personal Hell. “It was beautiful at first…” I trailed off.

Matt’s eyebrows raised in curiosity. “And later?”

A fucking prison I nearly died to get out of.  “I outgrew it.”

Matt seemed to sense my desire to change the subject. “What color is your hair now?”

My eyebrow raised in confusion. Matt again seemed to sense it as he explained, “I can smell the fresh dye in your hair,” He grimaced, “That sounded a lot less creepy in my head.”

I let out a laugh, breaking the tension that was in the air. “Pretty impressive senses, Mr. Murdock. It’s red. I was pale blonde before.”

Matt smiled as he asked softly, “What do you look like?”

I didn’t spare a second thought as I stood up to to sit in an empty chair next to him. My heart started racing as I reached for his hands. I could feel his hand tremble slightly as his fingertips touched my cheeks. His touch was as soft as silk as he gently explored my face, touching with the utmost care as if I were a porcelain doll. I felt my eyes well up with unshed tears at the first truly gentle touch I’ve gone so long without. His hands felt slightly rough with calluses, yet they felt heavenly against my skin.

“My eyes are blue. Like the ocean.” I whispered as his fingertips lightly grazed the closed lids of my eyes.

“They sound beautiful.” He replied just as softly. “I can only imagine how blue they must look with the red hair.” He gently ran his fingers through the tendrils of my hair.

I gently smiled, “They’ve gotten bluer since I’ve moved here.” And brighter since I’ve met you.

My heart skipped a beat as his fingertips saved my lips for last. My lips tingled at his touch as if they were coming alive for the first time in years. His fingertips stopped dead in their tracks as they felt that awful cut on my lower lip. My body stiffened as I opened my eyes to gauge his reaction. His jaw tightened so hard, I could hear his teeth grinding, he looked furious. I couldn’t explain it, but I could feel it in my heart that his anger wasn’t toward me, even though my knee-jerk reaction as well as force of habit tried to insist that it was.

“It’s nothing.” I tried to soothe his silent anger. “It was just an accident.”

Matt loosened his jaw slightly as he gently replied, “The idea of you being hurt in any way is not nothing.”

Sensing the increased tension in my body made him loosen up more. He gently held my cheek in his hand as he “looked” at me.

“Are you okay?” He asked with genuine concern.

I gave a shaky nod as I swallowed back the threatening tears. “I’m going to be.”

He gave a tender smile as he leaned towards me and asked, “What’s your favorite color?”

I couldn’t stop the belly laugh that burst out at his random question that gratefully lightened the mood.

“Red.”

The rest of the evening went beautifully after that. I told Matt as much of the truth as I felt was harmless and necessary, and I got to learn more about Matt’s life. His rough childhood of losing his sight while saving a man’s life, losing his father shortly after that and spending his childhood in an orphanage. But with the worst times came the best times; meeting Foggy, passing the bar exam, making the giant leap into starting their own practice together.

Maybe that was one of the reasons I found myself so drawn to Matt. We’re both survivors of our own personal Hell. One different from the other, but we both survived. He made it out so much stronger. Stronger than I did, no doubt. I don’t really believe I’m as strong as Matt, but maybe someday I will be. And maybe I could start by stop denying myself the chance to get close to Matt.

Not that I was doing a good job of doing that to begin with. Despite telling myself to avoid him, it hasn’t really worked out, and maybe now I’m realizing that that’s a good thing.

We’re never going to be “just friends”, and I’m starting to really open up to the possibility of being more.

We made it back to our apartment building as I was pondering over my realization. Matt, ever the gentleman, stopped at my door first; stepping aside to let me unlock the door.

“I had a wonderful time tonight, Matt.” I told him with a grin I was sure he could sense.

He of course offered his gorgeous smile in return. “I did too, Iris. Maybe we can do it again sometime soon?” He asked , his voice filled with hope.

“I’d love to.” I answered. “Just let me know when and where.”

“You got it.” He replied with a smile of relief. He leaned towards me and gave me a tender kiss in my cheek, causing it to instantly heat up. “Goodnight Iris.”

“Goodnight, Matt.” I replied as I decided to be bold and kiss him on the cheek in return.

The smile I received shined brighter than the lights in Las Vegas. His cheeks flushed pink as he turned away and walked to his apartment door.

I closed the door and practically floated into bed, falling asleep with a smile on my face.

It was the middle of the night when an unsettling feeling came over me. I felt a dark presence in the room.

Someone was standing over my bed.

I kept my eyes shut tight, my knuckles turned white from the death grip I had on my pillow, trying to will the presence away.

“Hello, Princess.”

My blood ran cold.

My body trembled as my eyes opened to see the gigantic, familiar, threatening shadow towering over me.

“I told you I’d always find you.” He said in a pleased and taunting voice.

I was paralyzed with fear. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak. Not even to cry out for help.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was over you?” He growled as he leaned down to face me, forcing me to look into his cold blue eyes. “Now you’ve forced me to punish you, again.” He declared as he held up his usual punishment of choice; a heavy can wrapped in a towel like it was a nap sack.

“I’m going to make sure you never leave me again!” He yelled as he raised his arm to strike.

Only then was I able to scream...

My eyes popped open as I sat up screaming my head off. I looked around the room and saw that I was alone.

It was a dream. It was only a dream.

However, I couldn’t stop the panicked breaths I was taking. It felt so real.

But it wasn’t real. He’s not here. He hasn’t found you. You’re safe!

I sure as fuck didn’t feel safe.

My legs felt heavy like dumbbells as I bolted out of my bed. I rushed towards the bathroom to empty my stomach in the toilet. I yanked back the shower curtain to make sure the tub was empty. I rushed over to the closet to check that nobody was hiding in there.

I ran like a madwoman to check that all the windows were shut and locked. I ran to the door to make sure that all of the locks were locked, then I unlocked and relocked each of them three more times to make extra sure.

I went to one of the drawers and grabbed the biggest kitchen knife I had before I stumbled back to the locked door, leaning against it as I slid to the floor.

I grasped the knife with both hands as though my life depended on it. Only then did I succumb to the impending meltdown the nightmare had thrust upon me.

My entire body trembled as I failed to control the tears running down my face and the painful sobs in my throat; I came to realize that no matter how far away I am...I was never going to be free of him.

A/N: I’m sorry.  I’m so so sorry.  Iris still has quite a way to go in order to move on, and it’s not gonna be easy. More is getting revealed about her past, and there will be even more revealed in chapter 6, so stay tuned! Until next time, please reblog and leave feedback! *kiss noise*

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[wronqness99]

Loss Pt. 2

> About my writing

Genre: Angst, slight comedy (?)

Warnings: mentions of miscarriage, contains time jumps

Word Count: 2088

Characters: Kim Heechul (Super Junior) X Female Reader

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6;  Part 7; Part 8 - Final

*The image doesn’t belong to me, credits to the owner.*

She walked to her best friend's house, she had nowhere else to go as her family lived in another country. She knew even though he was her now ex-boyfriend's band member, he wouldn't fail her. He never did. He was always there for her when his Hyung wasn't, he was like a brother to her and she knew he would give her protection and coverage if needed. As soon as she arrived at Choi Siwon's house, the man was already waiting for her by the door, his arms open to embrace her fragile frame in a warm, comforting hug. The woman let all her luggage fall to the floor and let herself be embraced by his muscly arms. Y/N felt herself break down all over again. Siwon rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head reassuringly.

"You shouldn't be carrying these heavy bags, it could be dangerous. Do you wanna go back to the ER?" He asked half-jokingly, meaning every word he said. He was worried about her. Her body had gone through a lot just a week ago, she shouldn't be lifting weights or walking long distances. Y/N didn't care though, she was already hurting anyway.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine..." She said, unsure of the words that had just left her mouth. It was easier said than done. Siwon had been the one there for her when she needed the most. He went to the hospital as soon as she called him, excusing himself from the dinner politely, not letting Heechul nor the others know where he was actually going. She didn't even tell him what was going on, just that she was at the hospital, and without asking anything else, he went. She wished she could fall for a man like him. Siwon pulled her gently towards the inside of his house, carrying her bags inside. He closed the door behind them and lead her to the couch right after. They sat half facing each other, holding each other's hands. The man looked at his noona expecting her to open up about the recent events. Y/N sighed, looking at him.

"I left him. I couldn't handle it anymore. I had barely seen him the whole week and then he appears all of a sudden and acts like nothing ever happened. I couldn't take it anymore. I'm done being put second. I'm tired." She stated, letting tears stream freely down her face. Her voice was cracky and shaky, a reflection of how exhausted she felt.

"Did you tell him about the baby?" Siwon asked carefully, not wanting to make her hurt even more.

"Yes."

"How did he react?" The youngest asked, curiosity in his voice.

"He was shocked... At first, he thought I was still..." she cut herself off, feeling a knot in her throat. It hurt her so much. Her baby was no longer growing inside of her. She would never get to meet him. Hell, she didn't even know if it was gonna be a boy or a girl. And it was all her fault. If only she wasn't under so much stress her little one would still be healthy and growing more and more each day. Siwon squeezed her hand trying to give her strength to keep talking. "When I told him what happened he was in shock, it was too much for him to handle..." She said, feeling bad for leaving Heechul like that. She was too good for her own good. Siwon could only imagine his Hyung's selfishness. If the man felt like that just by hearing about it, he could only imagine how Y/N felt actually going through the situation itself.

"You know you're like a sister to me and that he's my hyung and I love him like family as well, but I'm not blind. Forgive me for my harsh words, I know you don't need them right now, however, they need to be said. He's a great person, an amazing friend without a doubt, but as a boyfriend, he sucks. You deserve better." Siwon stated calmly, not wanting to agitate his friend even more. Y/N remained quiet. She knew he was right and there was nothing she could do about that.

"Well, what about a round of LOL to cheer you up??" He suggested, wanting to keep Y/N's mind occupied with something else for a while.

"Let's do it." She said, a small smile breaking through her lips as she watched her friend get up to plug the game on to the TV.

~Time Jump~

"Yah Chul-ah, how long are you gonna be like that for? It's been three months!" Eunhyuk drunkenly asked. When Donghae had invited his members for a few drinks at his house, this sure wasn't what he had in mind. Heechul would normally have gotten mad at his dongsaeng for his lack of manners, but this time he didn't even care. His head laid on the table in between his stretched arms, in front of him a cup of whiskey that had been filled at least three times in a period of thirty minutes. The eldest ignored the question, not even bothering to move.

"I still can't understand what happened, but one thing I'm sure of is that she wouldn't just leave if she didn't have a reason to. That's not like her." Leeteuk stated firmly. He had grown to know Y/N well. They all had and they liked her a lot. She was pretty much one of them. It was a pity they had broken up.

"I'm sure Heechul hyung messed up. With the way he neglected her I wonder how they lasted this long." Yesung stated with a bowl of freshly made ramen in his hands.

"Says the guy that let himself be cheated on with five other guys, knowingly." Eunhyuk bickered, provoking his hyung.

"Aish, you little..." Yesung screamed angrily, putting his bowl down on the table with a tump.

"YAH! What are you guys, five? We're all adults here so let's act like the adults we are!" Leeteuk scolded sternly. Yesung gave HyukJae a death stare, going back to eating his noodles right after.

"Yesung is right," Heechul stated, lifting his head, staring into nothingness. "I wasn't there for her. I was never there for her when she needed me." He stated vaguely.

"Told you!" Yesung bragged with a mouth full, earning him a look from the leader. He just shrugged, unbothered, stuffing more ramen in his mouth.

"Also, I may or may not have indirectly told her that I never loved her..." Heechul said, barely loud enough for the others to be able to hear him.

"Wait, what?" Shindong chimed in, confusion etched in his voice.

"Is that true?" Leeteuk asked as serious as one could be. The man looked straight into his dongsaeng's eyes, which were clouded in confusion as he didn't understand what his only hyung had asked. "What you told her, is it true?"

"I don't even know anymore. Who cares, she already left anyway." He stated without a care in the world, shrugging and taking a long sip out of the alcoholic drink. "It doesn't matter!"

"You played with her heart, You messed her up! That's not fair! She gave her all to you and this is how you repay her?!" Leeteuk screamed, hitting the table as he did so causing a loud, unpleasant noise to fill the room, startling some of his members.

"How can you not know if you love her or not?" Sungmin questioned. "That doesn't make any sense, hyung. Either you do or you don't. You feel it within yourself." Heechul darted his eyes to the white wall in front of him, uncomfortable as his foot tapped on the carpeted floor.

"Why do I feel like there's more to it?" Donghae finally asked, suspicious of his hyung's demeanour. Siwon looked at the accused man. Would he tell his friends the truth or would he just pretend nothing else happened?

"She..." The man started, clearing his throat and shifting uncomfortably in his chair. "We were gonna have a baby... She miscarried." He stated blankly, his voice barely above a whisper that could only be heard due to the silence that filled the room. "The night we went out with Kyu when she called... That was when it happened. That was why she called me, but I thought she was just craving for attention, so I ignored it. I wasn't there for her when she needed me the most." He finally stated, looking at each of the men in the room. They were shocked. Yesung spat the noodles onto Eunhyuk's face as he heard those words coming from his elder. Donghae was quite confused, Leeteuk was mad, Eunhyuk was almost passed out drunk on the table, not even noticing the mess Yesung had made all over him. Sungmin tried to remain calm, holding back a few truths he'd like to say to Heechul. Shindong and Siwon remained quiet, the latter pretending he wasn't aware of the situation. They couldn't believe the words that had just left Heechul's mouth. The room fell silent once again until Sungmin lost it and finally started talking.

"How is it possible that even after two years of being with her you didn't know the woman you had by your side? How can you be so insensitive and selfish?" The younger man asked, trying to make sense of the way Heechul acted. How could the definition of love be so different for the both of them? When he fell in love with his wife all he wanted was to be with her and make her happy. He would go against whoever and whatever he needed to in order to have her by his side, and the feelings only grew stronger by the day. Did Heechul not know the meaning of love?

"She must've been in so much pain..." Yesung said mostly to himself, concerned for his friend Y/N.  He was sad she hadn't felt comfortable enough to talk to them and ask for help, which he would have gladly given.

"Well, of course, she was," Siwon spoke for the first time on that night. "She was suffering, stressed and alone. Her family lives on the other side of the globe, how could she not have been?"

"She could have come to us for support though," Leeteuk said, voicing Yesung's thoughts.

"Well, we're her ex's bandmates, it doesn't surprise me that she didn't," Donghae stated. "Hyung, how do you feel though? It was your baby too after all..." All eyes were on the man, waiting for an answer. Even though they knew Heechul had done wrong they were worried about him as well. He was their loyal bandmate and friend who had always been there for them, it was time for them to return the favour.

"I-I don't know... It still doesn't seem real. I feel guilty, I wish I could've been by Y/N's side when she needed me. I don't think I'm ready to be a father yet, but I would never reject my own kid. I could've learned. I feel like I'm being punished." He said, finally putting his feelings into words. His eyes were filling up with tears. "I just wish I had taken better care of her and had listened to her more."

"Hyung, I think maybe you should talk to her, maybe try to apologize... If it's hard for you to deal with, imagine how she must have been for her that had to actually go through it." Sungmin pointed out.

"I can't do that Sungmin. My pride is the biggest thing I have." Heechul stubbornly stated, drinking the last of his glass' content.

"The biggest thing you had was her love, hyung. Your own little family. What could be worse than losing that?" Those words struck him like a car at full speed. Sungmin was right. He just wished he had noticed how lucky he was sooner. He had her love, she had given her whole self to him while all he gave her were bits and pieces. That was a regret he would always carry with him. Even if he wanted to try and solve things, how could he when he didn't know where she was?

"I don't even know where she's at..." Heechul sighed, burying his face in his palms.

"Well..." Siwon started, nervously tapping his fingers on the wooden surface of the table. "I might know where she is." He just hoped he wouldn't regret it later.

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[crimsonxblaze]

a trivial matter

fandom: rise of the guardians and frozen pairing: jack frost/elsa rating: k words: ~1700 a/n: found this sitting in my old emails and wondering why i never posted it haha. another jelsa high school au, because why not.

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She was the last person she expected to ever be entangled in something as trivial as high school drama, more specifically high school relationship drama.

It had been the most overrated, cliche concept ever used in media, whole plots and storylines surrounding the epic love story that was to be between two hormonal teenagers who clearly did not care about their education. It was a waste of her time, and yet somehow, some way she managed to get involved. It had been an utter nightmare.

But luckily she had someone to blame it all on, Jackson Overland Frost. Just the name flared up a blazing fury she was unsure she could contain.

That pasty white haired jerk with his megawatt smile and cocky, playful attitude. Curse him and his crooked grin, his wonderful sense of humor and his piercing blue eyes that haunted her soul the moment she saw them. It was he, that stupid, idiotic boy, that had gotten her into this convoluted mess. Never in her eighteen years of living would she have thought to have experienced something as complex as love of the romantic sort so early.

After reading and hearing about so many of these failed teenage romances, she had made it her goal ever since her entrance into freshman year to stay clear of any and all romantic entanglements. She simply did not want to get involved. Relationships in high school only meant trouble, and heavens knew how much she stayed clear of trouble. She didn't need it, not when she had a clear goal set in mind that had no room for boys.

And yet Jackson Overland Frost had other ideas, that insensitive jerk. Didn't he know it was rude to wedge his way into someone else's plans and throw them off completely? Had he not been taught the basic rules of courtesy, and being the least bit chivalrous? If he had, he would've known better than to get himself involved with someone like her. But that stupid idiot just had to knock into her that day, just had to make her late on the first day of class, just had to be her assigned Chemistry lab partner, and just had to have suddenly made friends with Anna, who might she add was a complete and total traitor. She wouldn't be getting any chocolate for a while, no matter how much she pleaded or tried to pull the puppy-eyed look which she had gained a new immunity to.

And to make it all even worse, he decided that senior year would be the time he had gotten a girlfriend, and he had looked no further than the one stuck with him for Chemistry experiments. Great, just great.

"You know, you really have to stop spacing out like that Els, it's kinda rude to whoever's talking, like you're not paying them any attention." Ah, speak of the devil and he shall come.

She snapped out of her musings almost immediately as soon as his smug little voice came into recognition. Elsa glared at him, her eyebrows creasing into a deep frown. He raised a curious eyebrow. "And now you're suddenly angry at me. What'd I do?"

She huffed to herself. As if he didn't know what he had done to her. He had turned her into this, this abominable thing she had hoped she wouldn't become: a love struck teenage girl caught in a web of relationship problems. It was horrible. "Everything. You did everything," she snapped at him vaguely, hoping he would just leave it at that.

But knowing him, he just had to know everything. "Oh yeah? And what pray tell, does 'everything' exactly refer to? I know I can do everything. You don't have to tell me that," he teased playfully, adding a healthy dose of his unending inflated ego.

Her glare only grew more frigid. "I'm not in the mood to deal with you Frost."

He gave her a mock pout as he placed his hands over his chest. "You wound me Elsa. Frost? Seriously? I thought we were already on a first name basis."

"Well your naming privileges have been relinquished. From now on you're Frost, and I'm Winters. No 'Els' or 'Elsa', and definitely no 'Snowflake'."

His pout grew even deeper as he began to voice his complaints. "But I like calling you Snowflake! No one else does!"

"And no one else will. That's how it should be," she answered coldly, but that did not deter him. Much to her annoyance, he had only grown more persistent.

"Not on my watch Snowflake." As her mouth opened in protest, he shushed her, placing two hands on her shoulders as he stared into her eyes directly.

"Now tell me why you're so angry at me. Tell me what I have to do to make you feel better."

"Go away."

He raised an eyebrow. "Come again?"

She looked at him with more conviction this time. "I want you to go away and never talk to me again."

He frowned. "You're not serious are you?"

"I am, very."

"But why?"

"Because of what you did to me!"

"And what did I do to you Elsa?"

"You turned me into this, this creature! You've turned me into a love struck fool who thinks more about your smile and your eyes than the tests that are on next week and what she has to study! You're getting me involved in a high school relationship that I want no part of."

He stayed silent for a few moments, expression unreadable. "But what if I want to be part of it?"

"What?"

"What if you've made me equally as foolish in love? Someone who cares more about this girl with blond hair and a warm heart than his grades—"

"You never cared about your grades."

"Or food and what he's going to have for dinner that night? Hell he cares more about this girl than the next biggest prank he's going to pull on an unsuspecting victim! Point is, I like you Elsa and I want to see where this thing between us could go."

"But we're just kids!"

"What does that have anything to do with it?"

"We're only seventeen for crying out loud Jack. We have a whole future ahead of us, and who knows if we'll even last. High school relationships don't last, they never do. And when we go to college, we'll probably be on different sides of the country and everyone knows how much long distance relationships crash and burn. We can't do this Jack, not now, not ever. It just won't last."

He let out a hollow laugh. "I can't believe this," he muttered, "We're breaking up before we even started dating."

"Jack—"

"Have you ever tried taking risks Elsa? Have you ever just rid yourself of all the worries, all the stresses of what is to come, and to just live in the moment? Have you ever just let it go?"

"What—"

"What I'm trying to say Elsa, is that you can't do this to yourself. You can't think like this. Stop worrying about the future, and start living in the present, because before you know it, it will become the past and we all know we can never change the past. Just, stop worrying about everything and go with the flow for once Elsa. Do whatever makes you happy."

"And if we break up?” She looked up at him with worried eyes, the thought scaring her more than it should have.

"We'll look back on it as fond memories and be glad it happened."

"But what if—"

"Shh, Elsa,” he interrupted, placing a finger over her lips. He flashed her a reassuring smile. “Like I told you before, just let it go. Stop worrying about everything. High school relationships may seem trivial but I know plenty of high school sweethearts who are still together and survived a long distance relationship."

Elsa raised a brow in curiosity. ”Like who?"

"My parents, and eventually me and you,” he answered nonchalantly, a playful glint in his eyes.

"I–I—"

"Just don't say anything you don't want to Elsa. If you still don't want us to happen, just say the word and I'll leave. But if you take my advice and just let it go, know that you'll be stuck with me for a very long time.”

The girl went silent for a few moments, gauging over his words. Sure getting into high school relationships only meant trouble, but it was like Jack said, if she kept worrying about the future then the present would only pass her by. God, if Jack knew that she had found no fault in her words, he would never let her live it down.

And could she really say no to a face like his, his earnest blue eyes awaiting patiently for her answer.

"I wouldn't mind,” she muttered before she could stop herself.

"Huh?"

A tentative smile made its way onto her lips as she looked up at him shyly. "I said, I wouldn't mind being stuck with you for the rest of my life. In fact, I don't think I ever would."

He stared at her, disbelieving. "So what is that? Is that a yes for trying or..."

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help the smile that played on her lips. ”Yes, I'll be your girlfriend Jack Frost."

"But I didn't even ask."

"Fine, I'll just forget you and I'll be on my way—“

She was about to take a step forward to pass by him when she was blocked by the sight of a hard chest, Jack looking down at her with the widest grin plastered on his face. "I didn't say I hated the idea you know. Elsa Winters, my girlfriend. I like the sound of that."

"Me too.”

Jack raised a brow at the admission. "What? You like yourself as your girlfriend? And I thought I was conceited.”

Elsa punched him lightly in the chest as she rolled her eyes.

"Jack, just stop talking before I leave you here and now. You just ruined a perfectly romantic moment."

"And I thought you were above the whole romance thing,” he continued, grin growing wider at her growing frustration. She wanted to punch that grin off his face, but that wouldn’t be a good start for their relationship now, would it?

Instead, she flashed him the sweetest smile she could conjure, her eyes promising a world of horrors however.

"Jack."

"Hmm?"

"Just stop talking."

[queen-of-deans-booty]

You Looking for a Puppy or a Date?

Characters: Sam x Reader, 

Word Count: 1,898

Warnings: None, this is all fluff honestly.

Summary: You own your own rescue shelter for animals. One day, you get a very tall and very handsome man looking to adopt. 

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All your life, you wanted to find your purpose. Growing up, you rarely ever fit in and the things your parents wanted you to do, you hated. Play the violin, they say. Learn to excel in math, they say. Why aren’t you more like your brothers, they asked. It was always something and you were sick and tired of being compared to your older brothers.

It was their fault they were very talented and smart. It wasn’t their fault that your parents liked them a hell of a lot better than you. You just wanted to be able to fit in somewhere and prove to your parents that you can do something you love and still live a successful life.

You found that in animals. It all started when you first moved out. Not a lot of the apartment complexes were being rented so only a handful of people were already there. The apartment above you was empty and so was the bottom. However, the bottom apartment, the folks moved out of for some reason.

What they left behind, broke your heart.

You would hear their tiny cry whenever you passed their door. You would hear their tiny cry at night, begging for their parents to come back home. It was when you decided that you had enough and went to the apartment.

You found two dogs, a Pit bull and a Shepard mix, who have been abandoned by their owners for some odd reason. It broke your heart to hear their cries and to see their sad faces. However, when they saw you, they were beyond happy and jumped all over you.

You had to keep them.

You knew the owners weren’t coming back for them.

That is when you realized that adopting abused or abandoned animals is your purpose. You loved all kinds of animals and you could never have enough animals. So, you took care and loved your new family members for a year before wanting to start your own business.

You met a few people over the years that were interested in the things you were and were happy to be a part of something special. It took a lot of hard work but you made it. You now have 5 adopted dogs and you now own your own rescue shelter.

You get a lot of people coming by, wanting to adopt animals that you either find that are injured, alone, or abused or animals that people gave to you because they simply couldn’t take care of them anymore. This is what made you happy and your parents were very proud of you.

You turned something you loved into a career. You couldn’t ask for more than this. You lived in a small town in Kansas so you knew everybody that came into your shelter.

Until today.

You were sitting at the front desk, watching some puppies play in a pen you set up while you did some paperwork. You heard the bell ring, signaling someone has entered your shop. The puppies started barking at the stranger, eager for someone to pet them.

“Hi, how can I help you?” You looked up and your mouth suddenly became dry. A man, easily 6’4, with long chestnut hair and sparkling hazel eyes approached the desk. God, when he smiled, it was the most beautiful smile ever imagined. He had a light spray of freckles that littered his cheeks and that jaw, man, it was sharp. His lips were thin and pink but they looked so soft and kissable.

“Ma’am?” You blinked, seemingly lost in thought.

“Yes, sorry, I spaced out there for a second.” You blushed, biting your lip.

“No, it happens. I just asked if you had a certain kind of dog here.” Man, his voice was so deep, it sent chills through your body.

“Did you lose your pet?” You asked, getting out the lost and found book. You cataloged every dog that you knew belonged to someone but was just lost.

“No, I want to adopt.” He smiled.

“Sorry, we just don’t give out dogs that you want. What we do, is get to know the person so we can give them a dog that would be best for them. I know and love each dog that I find so I am sure, whoever you end up with, you will adore.” You said, smiling.

“That actually sounds awesome. How long does this process usually take?”

“At most, an hour or so. Not that long. I want to make sure that every animal is going to a good home.”

“I actually have to be at work soon so I’ll drop off after work. Does that sound okay?” He asked, looking at the time.

“Yeah sure, we close at 5 on the weekends.”

“I get off at 3 today. Will you be here at 3?” He wondered, giving you a flirty smile.

“I will be.” You flirted back, leaning a bit closer to him.

“Good, then I definitely won’t be late. My name is Sam Winchester.” He said, holding out his hand. Holy mother of God, that hand is huge. Damn, he was gorgeous.

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” You shook his head, loving the sense of warmth and security you felt. He let go of your hand and waved before leaving your shelter. You only just met the man but damn, you wanted to see him again.

You usually knew everyone who came into your shop but Sam was different. He didn’t look familiar or even sound familiar. You wondered if he lived in Kansas or if he was just visiting. Well, you’ll find out soon enough.

Ding!

“Hi, how can I… Oh, hi Sam. Welcome back.” You glanced up and smiled when you saw the 6’4 hunk of meat.

“I am off work so I am all yours.” Sam smiled, his dimples prominent.

“Awesome! If you want, you can play with some of our puppies. Our only German Sheppard had puppies so we’re helping her out right now.” You said, standing up and leading Sam into a back room. Your business partner and roommate was out for the day so it was only you running the whole shelter.

“That would be awesome.”

“Okay, just hang tight and I’ll bring some in.” You walked off, going to the back room where the mother and her puppies were. You refrained from naming the dogs because that way, you’ll get attached and you wouldn’t have a business anymore if you kept them all.

“Hi, baby. A nice man wants to play with some of your puppies. You don’t mind, right?” You asked the mom, petting her ears and neck. She licked your hand and didn’t seem to care too much. All the sheltered animals loved you and trusted you.

You grabbed two puppies and gently held them as you walked back to the room.

“Alright, they don’t have names because if they did, they wouldn’t be here. They would be at my house.” You joked, handing Sam the puppies. They barked and seemed to like the giant man. You closed the door and sat across from him, looking at the papers with the questions you asked everyone.

“Alright, I already know your name… Do you live in Kansas?” You looked at him to see him smiling at the puppies.

“I do. I live in Lebanon.” He said, looking at you.

“Really? How come I’ve never seen you? I know everyone in this town.” You asked, curious.

“I don’t really go out much. My brother and I, we are very busy and always traveling across the States.”

“So, you’ll be able to care for an animal if you’re traveling so much?” You asked, wondering if an animal would be right for him.

“Oh! Sorry, that is what my brother and I did. He’s… gone now so I’m always home by myself. It gets lonely.” Sam said, shrugging softly. The puppies were now playing on the floor, barking and chasing one another.

“Where is your brother?” You asked, oblivious to his body language.

“He died last year.” Sam said softly, looking down at the table.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry. I was being nosy and insensitive. I’m sorry.” You sighed, mentally slapping yourself.

“No, it’s okay. The more I talk about it, the easier it becomes.” Sam smiled, nodding.

“Right, well, what do you do for a living?” You wrote down his information for the previous question.

“I do odd jobs around the state and the states near us. I’m not gone longer than a few days.”

“Okay, what are your hobbies?” You looked into his eyes.

“Are you sure this is for the adoption or do you just really want to get to know me?” He asked, smirking a little. You laughed, blushing at his flirtatious tone.

“No, Sam, this is for the adoption. But hey, getting to know you would just be a plus.” You smiled at him, biting your lip.

“Okay then, my hobbies include reading, jogging and going out for runs, working out…” He started listing off his hobbies.

Yeah, I bet he works out. Damn, that body is amazing.

“What?” Sam said, looking at you. Your eyes widened and you looked at him.

“What?”

“Did you just say I have an amazing body?” He asked, the corners of his lips lifting. Oh, God, you must have said out loud.

“Is that what you heard? Because maybe you’re hearing things.” You asked, trying to find a way out of this one.

“I definitely heard that. I have exceptional hearing.” Sam grinned, showing off his beautiful dimples.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for that to come out.” You blushed heavily, looking away from him. You felt two fingers lift your chin and you met sparkling hazel eyes.

“Don’t be sorry. I was thinking the same thing about you. Do you work out?” He asked, never losing his smile.

“Everyday. It’s relaxing and I can run with my dogs. It’s a win-win.” You chuckled nervously.

“How about tomorrow, say around 7 am, you come by my place and we can run together?” He wondered, raising one eyebrow.

“Mr. Winchester, are you here to ask me out on a date or adopt a dog?” You smiled and seemed to find yourself leaning closer to him.

“Depends, what’s your answer?”

“Depends, which question do you want answered?” You smirked, enjoying the flirty banter between you two. It’s been a while when you let yourself be happy. It was always about the animals. You never had time to go out and meet guys. But this one just walked right into your life.

“Can I adopt a dog?” He asked, never letting go of your chin.

“Of course you can. I would be disappointed if you didn’t.” You didn’t even notice the two puppies staring at the two of you.

“Can I take you out on a date?” He asked, leaning closer to you. Now, your lips were almost touching and you resisted just pushing yours onto his.

“Let’s just see how well the running goes.” You whispered, pulling away from him. You got everything you needed. You knew just the dog that would be perfect for him. You smirked and walked out of room, knowing what you were doing to him.

You could tell, right from the beginning, this was going to turn into something special.

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[elvhen-dreamfyre]

Bittersweet Goodbye

- InquisitorAllandra

 Disclaimer: Don’t own it. Well, Taleal is mine as far as OC’s go.

Summary: After so many months on the road, Tamlen finally finds the Wardens camp…

The group had been amicably sitting around the campfire after a day’s travel – Zevran was dramatically regaling the group with a fantastical story of one of his exploits in Antiva, Alistair snickering and laughing at the elf’s antics; Taleal was cleaning and mending her gear, sitting next to Leliana as the girls spoke quietly – everyone was going about their individual tasks in the light of the fading twilight. Kelesann, Taleal’s mabari, as well as her wolf companion Shardani, sat to either side of their mistress.

The comfortable atmosphere was broken abruptly with a yell from the small corner Morrigan always took apart from the others. The area was suddenly alight from a fireball, the roar of the magical fire nearly drowning out her cry of warning, as well as the howls of the mabari and wolf.

“Darkspawn!”

Everyone was on their feet at once in a scramble, weapons singing as they were drawn from their sheaths.

Taleal met her first target head on with her daggers, just dodging a downward swipe with the large, crudely made bastard sword it carried. The small elf ducked in, a dagger going for its gut – the Hurlock was not quick enough to block or dodge, and the knife buried itself in its tainted flesh. Blood gushed from the wound, spraying the huntress’ face and armor.

Letting the dead darkspawn fall to the ground, Taleal looked around, seeing the rest of her comrades in their own fights. As she was moving off to aid whoever was closest, a dark figure to the back of the clearing caught her eye. It just stood there, not attacking – a shiver ran down her spine, realizing with dread suddenly in the pit of her stomach that it was watching her.

And only her.

Something drew her then, like a siren's song, towards the figure. Sounds of the other darkspawn dead and dying surrounded her; the battle was coming to an end. Faintly, she heard her name called from not one, but two sources. One before her, and one behind.

Taleal drew near the shadowed figure, green eyes widening when light glinted off his eyes, giving them a faint, familiar glow. Then she saw the vallaslin….

“Tamlen! Tamlen, how--?” The cry erupted from the Dalish elf, so strange to her own ears, as if she was suddenly walking in a waking nightmare.

Oh, the elf she had known all her life in the Sabrae clan stood before her, a hollowed, rotting farce of what he had once been. Tanned skin from days in the forest had the sickly hues of purple and browns. Parts of his ears had rotted and fallen away. His head was bare – no hair grew there anymore.

“Oh, lethallin…Lethallin, where did you go? I couldn’t find you. Y-you…I woke and you weren’t there.” The voice was strangled, gnarled, broken. It was Tamlen’s voice, but yet it wasn’t. An echo of what had been.

Tears stung Taleal’s eyes as she stood before the grotesque visage of what had been her friend, her hunting partner, lethallan, vhenan…

“I could not find you, Tamlen. We looked, and looked. A grey warden found me, took me back to the Keeper. Oh, Mythal, lethallan, why did you have to touch the mirror…?” Trembling hands reached for the other elf.

With a cry, he shrunk back from her touch. “No! No, do not touch me!” Taleal jumped at the shriek, surprised at such a reaction. “Lethallin, Taleal, vhenan – it…it hurts. It hurts so much…” he twisted, hands jerking to his head as he cried out. “Make it stop…”

“Just…hold on, Tamlen. We can help you, we’re Grey Wardens – we can…we can get you help, the—the Joining. That’s how they saved me. Please, let me help you!”

“No! No, I cannot take it anymore! I hear them, always singing, digging, looking, searching, hunting. The song, it calls them, it calls me, and they will not get out of my head! Calling, coaxing, lulling, begging…” He cried, falling to his knees. “Lethallin, please, let me go…”

Nothing else existed for Taleal right then except Tamlen and herself. “T-tamlen, Tamlen no, do not ask that of me…” A sob caught in her throat, tears streaking down her face.

And just like that, in an instant, Tamlen was gone. His head jerked upward, eyes flashing an eerie yellow…and it was not Tamlen that stared at her now, but an elvhen darkspawn husk. It lunged at her, hands splayed as the dived for her throat, nails sharpened to points threatening to tear into Taleal’s sun darkened skin…where had her daggers gone? She froze, time slowing as the fear held her in its grasp like the deer they had hunted in the forest an age ago…

The sound of metal slicing, sliding into skin, a gurgling release of air, broke the terrors hold, breaking the slowed haze of fear. Taleal felt her heart breaking all over – this time, it was as the creature that had been Tamlen smiled, lips curling in release from his torment.

Shaking, sobbing, Taleal barely registered that she held her shortsword in her hands, the blade lodged between the ribs of the shell that was once Tamlen; the broken husk of a body fell into her arms as she stopped its descent to the ground. The head rolled forward, forehead resting against her shoulder.

Someone knelt next to her, a hand came to rest across her back. “Tal,” the voice was like a beacon, something soft coaxing her out of her grief. “Tal, who-?”

She had to blink away the tears that blurred her vision to make out Alistair’s features, so full of concern and worry and fear. Still she held on to Tamlen – the bloody sword that had fallen from her grip just barely registering.

“I--I…I killed him. T-tamlen…” Her voice hitched, a sob breaking through. A cry ripped from her being, a mournful howl of loss. If she had seen Alistair’s pained expression, there was no sign of it. Sobs wracked her small body, her cries breaking the still of the night. Through her grief, the only sounds anyone could decipher was broken Dalish, and the other elf’s name.

“Alistair seemed at a loss for words. He tried to wrap an arm around her, do something to comfort her, but she kept shaking him off. Kelesann and Shardani crowded in, mabari and wolf sniffing and poking wet noses at their mistress in their own attempts at comfort.

The others, her friends, companions, all watched with varying degrees of concern and worry. Alistair looked lost, unsure of what to do.

Wynne moved around to Tamlen’s body, aged fingers delicately try to pry him from the dalish warden’s grasp. “Come now, my dear. He is free the blight that befell him. Let us put him to rest.”

Taleal looked up again, taking a moment to focus and recognize who was talking. Her first reaction was to hold on tighter, but at the insistent, gentle prodding from grandmotherly Wynne, she conceded. Sten, who had been stoically standing nearby, picked the body up at a gesture from Wynne.

“We will clean him up, and ready him for cremation- “

“No!”

Those that were still around jumped at the sudden sharp tone.

“No. Not your way. We do not burn our dead, as you do.” She murmured, eyes downcast, shoulders slumped. She’d curled in on herself as soon as Tamlen had been taken from her. “We…a hole. In the ground. With a tree. We plant the tree over them, so it can…so it can grow.” Alistair still knelt beside her, but she did not move toward him for comfort. Instead, she stared at her hands, covered in blood. Taleal was dimly aware of the fact that she was covered in quite a lot of blood, in fact, from the darkspawn she had killed, as well as Tamlen’s blood.

“I…I have to – I have to go find a sapling.” She murmured again, trying to rise on shaky legs she wasn’t sure would support her weight. Alistair tried to help her stand, but Leliana eased her way in. She shook her head, arms wrapping around the smaller woman’s shoulders.

“Why don’t you leave the arrangements to us, Tally, hm? See – Sten is now digging the grave, and Wynne is taking care of Tamlen. We will go down to the river and clean you up some, yes? There is a lot of blood.” The redhead spoke softly, her lilting voice murmuring softly to her elvhen friend. Above Taleal’s head, where she could not see, Leliana mouthed to Alistair, ‘go find the sapling for her.’

Taleal gave the barest of nods, letting Leliana guide her first back to camp for the bathing things, then off towards the river.

Alistair stood and watched as they left, tense and worried and scared, lost in his own thoughts. He felt useless – when Taleal needed him most, she’d blocked him out. The former Templar tried to will his feet into moving, to get a shovel and go find a suitable little tree, but he seemed to have become a tree himself, rooted to the spot.

“Come, my friend. Searching the forest for this sapling will help things settle down. I am sure by time the ladies return from the river, you and our lovely warden will be able to talk things over, hm?” Alistair started, Zevran suddenly next to him.

Rather than a usual comeback to the sudden intrusion, Alistair lets out a rather large sigh, nodding as he finally finds the ability to move again. Zevran, it appeared, had already found shovels and a small canvas sack to carry the sapling in.

The two trudged into the wood line, tailed by Taleal’s wolf and mabari.

~*~

It must have been around midnight when they finally performed the burial for Tamlen. The companions all stood near, doing their best to be supportive to Taleal. At the warden’s request, Leliana sang a few songs.

Soon enough, everyone drifted away to find their bedrolls, to get what sleep they still could. Wynne and Leliana did not leave before giving Taleal a hug and murmurs of comforting words. Morrigan and Sten preferred to simply slip away – not out of insensitivity, but more for trying to give Taleal a bit of space and privacy.

Taleal, however, barely took notice – her world had currently shrunken to the fresh pile of dirt and a small tree. Grass tickled her skin as she knelt, the dirt digging into her knees as she stared off at something beyond the little sapling that had been found. Kelesann and Shardani sat to either side, low whimpers coming from the pair, trying to comfort their two-legged mistress.

The crunch of grass from behind alerted her to the presence of another. She did not need to look to know who it would be. Wolf and mabari shifted to look, but were not alarmed. Silently, the pair of animals stood, nuzzled Taleal, and made their way back towards the camp.

It was some time before the silence between the two now sitting there was broken. Taleal began, in a voice barely above a whisper.

“We were hunting that afternoon, when we came across some shemlens who had wandered to close to the camp,” the elf was interrupted by a sniffle; shaky fingers fluttered outward to find Alistair’s larger, callused hand, “we’d only meant to scare them off, Tamlen and I, but then they babbled about finding these…elvhen ruins.”

Alistair shifted where he sat, slightly uncomfortable. He’d wanted to talk about how things had happened earlier, but all thoughts of doing so vanished when she’d began speaking – Taleal hadn’t spoken of what happened to anyone. At least, not more than a vague bit about some corrupted artifact.

There was a pause as Taleal let out a small hiccup. “Tamlen insisted on investigating, he was so excited, you see. Perhaps we’d find something huge, something that…that could be invaluable to our people.”

Alistair listened silently, scooting in as much as he could and held the elf’s small, deceptively delicate hand. Taleal had curled in on herself unconsciously – shoulders slumped forward, knees up to her chin, ears drooping. It made Alistair’s heart ache to see someone he saw as so strong to seem so small and potentially helpless.

“So, into the cave we went. It was our--- our first encounter with darkspawn. We didn’t know what they were, at the time. Had no idea what we’d find. Had no idea how long we’d been in there, either, when we found the mirror. I tried to make him go back, I – I tried…” her soft voice cracked, tears stinging at the deep green eyes that squeezed shut as a sob escaped her lips. “I told him not to touch it, b-but…h-he did, said he saw things. It ---” there was a sharp intake of breath, shoulders shaking with sobs as Taleal turned to Alistair, burying her face into his chest and clinging to him for dear life.

The former templar frowned in worry, arms now wrapped around Taleal. “H-hey. Ssshhh.” He ran his hands over her back, up and down, letting her cry out her grief. He listened as she babbled incoherently for some minutes before falling silent.

Brows knitting together, Alistair shifted just enough to get a look at his fellow warden’s face, only to find she had exhausted herself, and fallen asleep. Careful not to wake her, Alistair slipped an arm under her knees, his other arm supporting Tally’s back.

With a final look to the fresh grave, Alistair made a silent promise – to Andraste, to the Maker, to Tamlen – but most importantly, to himself and the sleeping elf in his arms.

I’ll take care of her, now.

Honey colored eyes turned briefly to the night sky before looking towards the tent the two wardens shared, grass crunching beneath his boots as he carried Taleal away from Tamlen’s final resting place.

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Shooting The Star, Chapter 2: Do It For Her

Rating: T+

Characters: Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Stanley Pines, Stanford Pines, Bill Cipher

Summary: Stan and Ford watch Bill give chase to Dipper and Mabel. They watch each other swap clothes. They watch Dipper struggle in Bill's grip. They watch Mabel's life drain from her eyes. They want to make a deal. With every deal, however, comes an insurmountable cost.

Note: So this chapter comes one year and two months after the first chapter was posted. Good god, I am sincerely sorry this took so long. I honestly don’t expect many people to read this, but I put a lot of time into it, so I hope whoever reads appreciates it. This will be the last chapter of this AU. Thank you for reading.

AO3 | Chapter 1

Stanley Pines was a broken man.

Haven't you always been broken? a voice whispered in his head as he'd watched his great-niece fall dead silent, in time to the sound of his knees hitting the floor. Time had seemed to slow down, all senses on mute. It didn't feel real; nothing jarring had ever felt real to him. Despite the slowness of reality around him, three words were moving through his head at the speed of light.

Mabel is gone.

Never had he expected to see Mabel Pines, the jubilant, sweet ray of sunshine that she was, meet her death before his own. If anyone deserved to die today, it was him. The plan was for him to ultimately die today, wasn't it?

He felt his hands twitching uncontrollably before anything else. He looked downwards to find the six-fingered gloves, the ones with the awkward fit, trembling at a dangerous intensity. What a shock. Everything he felt was just shock.

Stanley Pines pulled off his brother's gloves to take a look at his hands in the flesh. There was an imprint of the bandage from a few weeks ago, and on the back of his right hand, the cut he remembered getting when the portal had shone blue, a sign that after thirty entire years his efforts had not been for naught after all.

In that moment, standing in front of the portal, he felt like a fixed man. All the lies he'd spun, all the smiles he had to fake, all the failures he'd taken like a punch to the face had all culminated into that moment of euphoria.

When he saw his brother step out of the portal, he no longer felt like a failure. He felt complete.

When he felt the bitter sting of his brother's fist against his face, his brother's harsh words against his ears, he fell apart.

What good was having him back if they were suddenly at each other's throats? Bringing up bad blood after decades-old conflicts?

Stan was broken, all over again.

He drew his hand away from the cut in his skin, remembering himself. The twitching in his wrists had died down to a faint buzz.

Stan turned to his brother, who was now on his knees beside him. They were soundless, but they shared the same broken look.

They were fractured together.

Stanford Pines didn't realize tears were falling from his face until he saw the droplets hitting the ground.

How long had he known Mabel? A month? Less? Yet she was the sun at the center of his universe, providing light when he'd trapped himself in his own dark world.

The sun had just met her death, yet it took barely a second for Stanford to feel a suffocating sensation.

Suffocating. The word was so, so bitter to him. He remembered the very words that had passed his lips not a week ago.

"And isn't it suffocating? Having to be by her side all the time?"

He'd called Mabel's company suffocating. He almost wanted to laugh at his ignorance. Mabel was never suffocating.

The sensation now was wrapped around his throat like a phantom fist, trying to cut off his air intake. It was cruel, the way karma stung.

Maybe if he put his hands over his eyes, none of it would be real. He could float in his own dark, pitch black universe, and pretend nothing was happening. Everything would be at a blissful constant.

All he'd done behind the portal was fighting off monsters that were out for his blood. All he'd ever done was fight. Now here he was, trying to hide inside himself and escape his biggest fear of all.

Ford buried his face in his hands. He could feel the fez, the borrowed one that didn't belong to him, slip off his head and hit the ground with a soft thud.

As much as Stanford tried to distance himself from reality, a cold voice snapped him directly back into it.

"WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?! COULD IT BE THAT YOU OLD PINES TWINS TRIED TO DO A SWITCHAROUND ON ME?!"

Stanford's heart dropped into his stomach. The fez was on the floor next to him, abandoned and almost forgotten.

Oh no.

Bill let out an earsplitting, demonic laugh. "You two really thought you could outsmart me! Priceless!"

Ford's mouth twitched. The demon's arrogance, his insensitivity, filled him with fizzling rage.

"Come on, lighten up, you three!" Bill shrieked, addressing all three living Pines. "Death is inevitable, at my hand, at least! Surely you should have seen this coming!"

"She didn't deserve to die!"

The words left Dipper's mouth before he could think twice. He was near blind with fury.

"Well, here's a lesson for you, kid." Bill approached Dipper very suddenly, towering hundreds of feet above him. With his one eye, he cast a glaring beam of light onto the boy and his sister's cold corpse lying beside him, the glow akin to a stage spotlight. "In this world, no one gets what they want. No one. How long's it gonna take you to figure that out, Pine Tree?

"What? What do you have to say to me?" Bill challenged, upon noticing the wild animal-like look in Dipper's eyes. "Go ahead, kid! Let it out!"

Dipper swiftly aimed a punch at the demon, but Bill slid out of the way with ease.

"You'll have to try a lot harder than that!" Bill shrieked, clearly amused. Dipper growled and tried with all his might to punch or kick the Bill, over and over, but the demon was quick to dodge every time. This only outraged Dipper even further.

"WEAK! YOU WEAK, SPINELESS SORRY EXCUSE FOR A DREAM DEMON! FIGHT ME LIKE THE MONSTER YOU SAY YOU ARE!"

Dipper expected an immediate dismissal of his words. It was of Bill's nature, of course, to do so.

But no, it seemed this wasn't the case. Bill was silent for mere milliseconds before turning completely bloodred.

"WEAK?"

Bill's huge hand plucked Dipper off the ground. Without warning, his cold touch was relentlessly digging into the skin of the boy's neck. He gasped for air, limbs flailing, and eyes darting like mad.

"YOU DARE CALL ME WEAK? I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU ALONG WITH YOUR WEAK-WILLED SISTER!"

Dipper desperately struggled for air, but the demon was absolutely murderous. He was determined to make the boy's death as slow and agonizing as possi--

"WAIT! STOP! BILL, STOP!"

Bill froze. Stanley and Stanford Pines were each waving their arms like mad, in hopes of catching Bill's eye.

"We... we'd like to make a deal with you."

Now this attracted Bill like a moth in the path of a light. A smug smile spread across the creature's lips, and Dipper was released from the death grip that was Bill's massive fingers. He gasped and inhaled uncontrollably, falling to his knees as he refilled his lungs with air.

"A deal, you say?" Bill chuckled evilly. "Tell me more."

Bill shrunk significantly so that he was only the size of the cage imprisoning the elder Pines twins. He casually crossed his arms and gestured for one of the men to speak.

Each Pines shot each other a momentary glance before Ford spoke up. "There is... something I'd like to give you. But if and only if you comply with the terms of the deal I will propose to you."

"Go on," the demon urged.

Ford took in a shaky breath. "I am willing to give you the formula that will collapse the weirdness barrier surrounding Gravity Falls."

Bill's eye lit up suddenly and intensely. The matter of the barrier, caging him and his powers within the boundaries of the small town, had nearly slipped his mind.

"Ohoho, so you've had a change of thought, have you?" Bill chortled.

"Yes," Ford said, shame clear on his face. "You simply have to uphold your end of the deal."

"That being?" Bill seemed amused.

"Bring Mabel back to life."

Bill raised his single eyebrow.

Then... he laughed.

"Bring Mabel back to life," he repeated, between chuckles. "You're willing to give up the entire universe... just for your Shooting Star."

"She means the universe to me." Ford's voice was choked.

It should never have been this way, Stan thought. It should have been Bill that died, not Mabel. She never deserved this.

Stan and Ford shared a look, communicating a thousand words by not saying anything at all.

How selfish I am, Ford thought. How horribly, awfully selfish I am.

"If you really are serious," Bill said, shrinking down to his normal size, "then we have a deal. The formula to the rest of the world in exchange for her life."

Bill snapped his fingers, and his hand became engulfed in rich blue flames.

Ford extended his hand toward the demon. "I've never been more serious about anything in my life."

Their hands were just about to connect when Ford hesitated and pulled back. "Hold on right there," he said. "By bringing her back, you promise that you will never hurt her again. You also promise that you will never hurt me or my family again. Do you understand, Cipher?"

"Yeesh, I get it, I get it." Bill laughed. "I don't need you all anymore. I've finally gotten what I've wanted all these years."

Before Ford could hesitate again, Bill reached forward and harshly grasped his hand. Ford's grasp was tight as the fire spread to his fingers.

With one shake, the agreement was sealed.

Bill's body appeared to turn to stone. A holographic, almost clear version of himself rose from the triangular statue.

"I'll see you on the other side, Stanford Pines." He smiled demonically.

"Take only the formula and nothing else," Ford said, but Bill Cipher had already dove into his mind. Ford dropped to his knees, and then there was nothing.

The barrier was breaking.

From the atmosphere, there came a massive, ear-splitting, creaking-groaning sound as if the world itself was falling apart. Outside the Fearamid, the sphere of weirdness was dismantling, dissolving into the air. Black clouds thick as cinderblocks covered the sky, infecting the surrounding cities whose skies were once healthily blue. Bill's minions could be seen rising from the ground and flying in all directions, eager to spread their madness to the rest of the world. Electric lightning shocked the atmosphere; thunder roared; otherworldly demons screamed. Hell was coming to life on Earth, and Bill was at the center of it all.

Bill Cipher was now known as the supreme overlord of Dimension 46-apostrophe-backslash. He was ruler of everything within the galaxy; everything succumbed to his needs; everything he'd ever wanted was now within his grasp.

The demon had reinvented his appearance; he'd replaced his yellow hue with the color of electricity, and his eye was now deep red rather than white. His bow tie had changed into a real tie the color of blood. He'd increased in size; his voice decreased in pitch. His words boomed louder than the thunder crashing outside.

"How does it feel to finally have your dimension liberated?"

As Bill laughed, the Pines shared the exact same look of horror. The universe was falling apart all because of them. No longer did they live in a free world. They would have to be fighting for their lives every single day in this apocalyptic galaxy. Chaos would run rampant, crime would ravage entire countries, stars would explode, solar systems would crack open.

And yet... wasn't there a silver lining?

"You know the rules, Cipher," Ford said thickly. "I give you the formula, you give me Mabel."

"Of course, Six Fingers. I know how this works."

And for the first time, Bill Cipher upheld his end of the bargain. No tricks, no loopholes, no games. He snapped his fingers, and Mabel's lifeless corpse suddenly levitated in the air. Dipper backpedaled away, trembling.

"Just this one time, Stanford Filbrick Pines. Just this one - last - time."

Another snap, and suddenly, a pink, glowing aura surrounded Mabel. Dipper's eyes bulged as Mabel's body appeared to absorb the light. A single tremor traveled through her body, and then - without warning - she jerked upright, her chest filling with air, her eyes shining bright as day. She floated back down to the ground, landing on two feet. Flexing her hands, inspecting every part of herself, she was incredulous.

Mabel Pines was alive.

"MABEL!" Dipper cried out. The tears came quickly as he threw his arms around his sister, and at once, he was complete again. Never mind the world falling apart outside; his twin sister, his other half, was alive.

"Oh my god, Dipper," Mabel squeaked out, already sobbing. She held Dipper closely, tears streaming down her face. "I-I died. I died! How- what happened-"

"Mabel, Ford made a deal with Bill." His voice cracked so frequently, Mabel could just barely understand him.

"He-- he what?"

"He agreed that he'd give Bill the formula to dismantle the barrier so you could come back to life," Dipper choked out. "He gave up the world just for you."

Mabel turned to Stan and Ford, but with the cage around them gone, they were already sprinting toward the twins. In one fell swoop, they'd gathered Mabel and Dipper in a tight, bone-crushing embrace.

"Mabel sweetie," Stan said, his voice hoarse. "I can't believe you're back."

"I can't believe it either," she sobbed. "Grunkle Ford, you really- you really-"

"Yes, sweetheart, I sacrificed everything for you," Ford said, his voice now thick with oncoming tears.

"But- you shouldn't have," she sniffled. "My life isn't worth the universe..."

"To us, it is," Ford said firmly.

"The world's falling apart," Mabel whispered.

"We'll get through it together," Dipper reassured her, and Mabel said no more.

The Pines family stayed huddled in their embrace as long as they could. Storms and destruction were breaking their world apart, and they all knew that sooner rather than later, they'd have to start running. Life would be one battle after the next after the next, but with each other... it was all worth it.

With their universe falling to pieces, Dipper and Mabel Pines held each other close. 

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send the morning [23]

“This can’t be too hard, it’s like sword fighting but with a little tiny sword, right?” Maxwell says, weighing Herah’s dagger in his hands.

Edric turns to Malika, “This is terrible and he’s going to kill himself on accident.”

“Why do you always jump to the worst conclusion first? I mean, I’d have to ask Ellana or Dagna to do the numbers for that but you’re probably right, but we don’t know that this will turn out terrible,” Malika says, “Maxwell’s a competent fighter.”

“Oh you flatterer, you,” Maxwell says, raising the dagger up to his face to stare down it. Herah quickly takes the dagger.

“Pointy side away from the face, Trevelyan,” Herah says, “I’m pretty sure gouging out your own eye on accident wouldn’t make you look better to the Seeker.”

“False because Cassandra sees people for who they are not what they look like,” Maxwell replies. “Anyway, let’s get this show started and remind me why I’m doing this?”

“Because you volunteered to learn with me when I asked Herah to teach me how to knife fight like a rogue,” Malika says. “I mean, I’m alright at it - Carta, duh - but I’d like to be better at it and you said that if we did it together then at least I wouldn’t be the worst one because it’s you.”

“Sounds like me,” Maxwell says after a moment, “Now remind me why Mahanon is sleeping in the tree above us?”

“We tried to ask him to help teach you,” Herah says, “He said no but he’s here to watch.”

“To step in in case we need help?”

“To point out exactly where things go wrong when we have to report any incidents back to the Commander and your cousin.”

-

“I was told that you were the one who took my clothes and tailored them for me,” Evelyn says, nervous as she tries not to fidget in front of Lavellan.

He’s unnerving. Mostly because he doesn’t really talk to anyone, least of all Evelyn. But she thinks that he isn’t a bad person. He’s patient around his sister and according to what the others told her, he volunteered to help hunt and gather supplies for the Inquisition. He’s one of their main food and hide resources. Evelyn hasn’t really seen him interact with anyone, but she hasn’t heard of him causing any incidents either.

The man says nothing, just continues to make arrows.

“And that you’re the one who caught the hares to sew the lining onto them. Thank you. You didn’t have to.”

“Nor did you,” The man replies, shrugging, reaching over to a stack of wood. He picks up a long stick and examines it, pulling out a knife and begins making an arrow shaft.

“Pardon?”

Lavellan looks up at her, “You do not have to be kind to my sister. But you are. Thank you.”

“Oh,” Evelyn blinks. “You don’t have to thank me for that. Kindness doesn’t hurt anyone, and your sister is plenty easy to be kind to.”

He shakes his head, looking down at his work. Evelyn cautiously takes a seat on one of the rocks next to him.

“Kindness is not easy,” Lavellan says, and then reaches to the side and hands her a small sack of feathers and string. Evelyn supposes she’s being put to work. She begins to sort and group fletching. He watches her hands for a moment then nods in approval. “Kindness is not easy. it is a choice.. And it is difficult to choose to be kind to the unfamiliar and unknown, the strange. My sister is all three to you. To many. There are not many who would be kind to her. There are many who are not. You chose otherwise. We acknowledge it. We appreciate it. We will repay it.”

“Kindness shouldn’t be something you need to repay, Lavellan.”

“Mahanon,” Lavellan says, “You can call me Mahanon.”

“And you can call me Evelyn, Mahanon,” She says, “Forgive me if I’m over stepping, but - debts of kindness and affection and support are not things to be paid between friends.”

Mahanon hums, eyebrow raising, “And is that what we are to be, Herald of Andraste?”

Evelyn grimaces, but when she rotates her wrists she can feel the soft and carefully added lining of the fur along the insides of her sleeves. “I would very much like to be your and Ellana’s friend, Mahanon. As Evelyn, rather than whatever and whoever it is the others think I might be.”

“I cannot say that I have much experience in friends, Evelyn Trevelyan,” Mahanon says, “I think this once I would gamble on it. I cannot speak for my sister - thought I think her mind is already made up about you - but I suppose I will call you friend. And as your friend I am going to tell you that your cousin is probably going to lose a finger if you let him practice archery with Sera.”

Evelyn looks up, drops the fletching - “Maxwell, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Are you on fire?”

-

“Is it racist to give dwarves nugs?” Kaaras asks.

“I wouldn’t be able to say,” Cullen replies, “Why?”

“Evelyn has nugalopes,” Kaaras answers.

Cullen stares at him. “We aren’t paying Dennet nearly enough.”

“I agree without even knowing the figures,” Kaaras says, “But anyway I think Evelyn wanted to give one to Edric. She said something about its face made her think of him whenever he looks at a fight.”

“Resigned to his fate but solemnly determined to try not to die while living through it?” Cullen asks.

“Droopy was the word she used but I don’t think you’re wrong, either,” Kaaras says. “But since dwarves and nugs tend to be associated with each other because nugs normally come from the Deep Roads would it be culturally insensitive of her to do that?”

“Again, I wouldn’t be able to say since I, myself, am not a dwarf and have no real knowledge of their culture,” Cullen says. “When did we get nugalopes? How did we get nugalopes?”

“How did we get over seven types of deer?” Kaaras replies.

Cullen looks baffled, “Ellana? Again? How is she doing it? Where does she find them?”

“I meant more of a like - it’s a mystery sort of thing,” Kaaras says. “I’m pretty sure this one had something to do with a golden nug statue that Maxwell bought as a gift for Leliana.”

“Maxwell bought a golden nug statue for Leliana?”

“I think he’s hoping to get on her good side for tips on how to court Cassandra.”