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snappleapple · 3 years

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their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex��s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years

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The Girl Next Door

Jimin can’t keep his eyes off of the girl working the festival stall right next to him. Not that you want him to, of course.

mascot!Jimin x reader (he’s literally a Chimmy mascot lol)

warnings/tags: fluffy fluff

word count: 1k

a/n: thanks for the fun request! a picture of your request will be at the bottom of the post.

It’s the fifth and final day of the Flower Festival in Ilsan, and you’re not blind to the fact that an adorable dog-mascot has been loitering near your stall throughout the five-day festival.

It’s kind of cute.

...kind of creepy, too.

You smile warmly at the shy toddler waiting for her cotton candy, reveling in the way her eyes widen as you twist and pull the cotton candy for her. She half-hides behind her mother, who chuckles and tries to distract her with the adorable puppy mascot lingering nearby.

“Look Charlotte!” The mother coos, pointing at the yellow dog. “It’s a puppy! Don’t you want to say hello?”

Charlotte thinks that’s a horrible idea, as she promptly dissolves into tears. You hurry to give her her cotton candy, which does a little to subside her sobbing as she hiccups and munches away on the pink cloud. The mother pays you, offering a grateful smile as she scoops her child up and whisks her away.

For the time being, it’s just you and the dog.

“You know,” you drawl, “you really have a way with kids.”

You swear you hear an offended gasp from inside the giant yellow head, but it’s too muffled to tell. With careful steps (probably due to the oversized costume and clumsy nature of the wearer) the mascot comes to stand before your little booth.

“I think I’ve made more kids cry today than I have all week.”

You’re surprised at the voice you hear coming from the mascot, but you try not to give anything away. Instead you busy yourself with tidying up your stall and trying not to look too curious.

“That’s a weird thing to feel accomplished over,” you respond finally. There’s a strained chuckle in response.

“Yeah, well...take what you can get, right?”

Falling into an awkward silence, you let out a sigh of relief when a little family nears your stall. You fall into helping them, preparing their cotton candy with a forgotten smile on your face. The mascot - you should’ve asked for his name - wanders a few steps away toward his own booth which doubles as a doghouse. You catch the little brother and sister eyeing him instead of your cotton candy, and get an idea.

“Can you do me a favor?” You ask softly, hoping that the mascot isn’t looking your way. It’s hard to tell where he’s looking behind that giant costume.

The little kids scamper off to the side of your booth, looking excited to do whatever the nice cotton candy lady wants.

With one final scoop, you hand off some blue cotton candy to the kids. “Take this to my puppy friend over there. Tell him it’s a gift, for his big accomplishment today.”

“Ok!” The little boy chirps, snatching the cotton candy from your hand and racing with his sister over to the doghouse. You set back to work, watching out of the corner of your eye.

He hesitates a moment to take the cotton candy, but takes it after the children relay their message. You swear you can see his shoulders shaking with laughter under his costume, but you can’t be too sure.

“Here you go,” you say, handing off the last of the cotton candy to the young family. Once they’ve wandered off, you sigh deeply. Time to clean up. After five long but oddly fun days at the festival, it’s over.

Flipping on the “closed” sign and setting to work cleaning up your station, you hardly notice someone walking up to your booth.

“Thanks for the gift,” a familiar voice says.

You glance up, doing a double take as you see who stands before you. Carrying the head part of his costume under his arm, a young man smiles warmly at you. There’s a bit of blue at the corner of his mouth, proof that he ate the cotton candy.

If it weren’t for how strikingly handsome he is, you would have laughed at the strange get-up he’s in. With the body of a yellow dog and face of a Vogue model, you wonder if you’ve just met a modern-day sphinx.

“O-oh,” you stutter. “Yeah. Well, you know. Thought it was worth celebrating.”

The young man gives you a lopsided smile, head tilted to one side as he surveys you. If only his ears would perk up like a puppy’s; then you’d be convinced that he’s been spending way too much time in that dog suit.

“What?” You finally ask. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He smiles wider, eyes twinkling with a bit of mischief. “I just really enjoyed the cotton candy. That’s all.” You huff, going to ignore him and continue cleaning when he clears his throat. “My name is Jimin, by the way.”

You pause, glancing up at him. He’s a little pink now, which is all the more endearing as he avoids your gaze for a moment.

“Nice to meet you, Jimin.”

He nods. “Nice to meet you, too....um...”

You offer him your name. He nods again, and you can practically see the gears in his head as he ponders what to do next.

The way he squares up his shoulders has you wondering if he’s been planning to do something like this ever since his little stall was set up next to yours.

“Let’s see...we’ve got thirty minutes before the festival closes down for the night.”

You nod. “That’s right.”

Jimin leans over the stall as though about to divulge a secret. You take the bait and lean in as well, a small thrill going through you as you stand a little too close for it to go unnoticed.

Again that mischievous glint is in Jimin’s eyes as he speaks. “What do you say we ditch our stalls and try to hit up as many booths as possible before closing time?”

You’re already there, untying your apron and throwing it onto the small table beside the cotton candy machine. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years

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PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 3

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it’s own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You’re Peter’s classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don’t know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you’re lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Peter always unapologetically stealing all the uwus. It’s the MCU law, sorry, didn’t make it. Tony Stark can ✨rail me✨. Enjoy, deviants.

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Beta read by the lovely and patient @miscmarvelwritings ! She deserves THE WORLD! I’m not kidding. Please visit her and show her some love, my homegirl is stressed 💖✨

I didn’t see Bruce nor Tony for a week. The doctor was away on some science conference (he sent me one dorky selfie next to a whiteboard full of barely intelligible equations as proof), Tony was in California, having some sort of a board meeting. How do I know? Peter, out of lack of better things to do, constantly texted me updates on his science patron’s whereabouts and what-abouts.

In times like these, it took me for a loop - I was on a first name basis with Tony Stark and Bruce Banner. In the beginning, I was intimidated - I avoided them both like the plague and tinkered in the lab with headphones on whenever I could, until Tony made a comment so snarky I couldn’t resist joking back. That’s not to say Bruce was a social butterfly, but even he gave into my tomfoolery after seeing me stand calmly throughout several of Tony’s hissy fits.

What amazed me even more so was that despite Tony being literally an insufferable little brat, I still longed after him. Sure, the man was hot as hell - but his physical traits were much less significant when it came to my feelings towards him than the amount of sheer drive and willpower he possessed. He was stubborn - that’s another trait we shared - and unapologetically himself in every damn situation.

I could write poetry about the million expressions in his face, about the shine in his eyes.

But I won’t. He’s a technical guru. Ever since I started hanging around the tower, I became much more conscious about what I posted online. Not to say I had a Stark fan blog or anything, but I’d stopped scrolling through the tag, even if I didn’t actually click on any articles. I dutifully reblogged pictures of Tom Ellis instead - while he was a very fine, distinguished man, he wasn’t Tony Stark. I enjoyed looking at the first and enjoyed being around the other. And even though my feed still had the occasional “I love arm” shitpost, I focused on aesthetic pictures and quotes instead - things I had an active internet presence for.

My personal life wasn’t very interesting. I didn’t have any close friends and any and all sex I’ve had was just a bunch of one night stands, fueled by alcohol, selfish lust and the occasional joint. Despite having a fair share of kind, generous lovers, the morning after left me feeling a little bit emptier every time. I thought about getting a boyfriend or something… But quickly became totally clueless as to where I could find one. Men under twenty-five could barely hold my interest long enough to have a casual chat and I wasn’t naive enough to think there were a lot of honest, well-intentioned thirty-somethings that wanted to date my high school ass.

Peter had a crush on me, I knew that. The boy developed one or another kind of feelings for anybody who showed him the tiniest bit of kindness and it alarmed me. In any other case I would have bailed on him, gently, of course, to spare him the disappointment but my selfishness got in the way. I regretted it every day. A wave of desperation rose in me every time I thought about moving on without seeing Tony or Bruce, without Peter shyly smiling at me as he explained how the things he created worked. A faint hope that one day, his schoolboy puppy love will grow into a brotherly kind of regard was the only thing that kept me afloat in my sea of guilt.

As the Fall rolled around, so did my gloomy mood. It was hard to be sad when the sun was shining and the birds were chirping outside, but with clouds hanging over the city like a lead curtain, the bottled up negativity rose to the surface uninvited. Mother had returned from her business trip, adding an uncomfortable, hollow sort of chill to the house wherever she stood. I don’t know what was worse - the hours we spent in one room ignoring each other or the immaculately structured questions she asked me about my studies and extra-curriculars. Mother didn’t ask me about my friends, or my feelings or any of the other things a mother was supposed to give a damn about.

I was an asset to her company and that was that. If you would have asked her, she would tell you I’m old enough for her to mind her own business - which was technically true. Yet according to her, I’ve been old enough since seventh grade. My dad answered his messages sporadically, sometimes with a two-word answer and sometimes with a cocaine and booze fueled rant eleven texts long. I felt sorry for him. I really did.

My phone was blowing up. Party invitations, likes from people I saw once or twice (“oh my god, you’re, like, so hot, what’s your Insta”), DMs from guys looking to score an easy piece of ass. I never answered. If I wanted to party, I just sort of showed up and everybody went along with it. I took care of my appearance and it showed - never once was I turned away from a party. Everyone wanted to dance, to share their drinks, to light up and get faded together and fade into the city, into the cold air and grey sky.

Skirt swaying and top clinging to my chest, I danced. The sweaty, heated bodies around me did the same. Not one of us cared, it was a Tuesday night and the place packed way too many people. An arm snaked around my waist, startling me. I had to begrudgingly crack open an eye to see the bastard in the dimly lit room.

“I saw you at the bar, you looked bored. Maybe you need something to cheer you up?”

So not a creepy rapist. Just your friendly neighborhood drug dealer. At house parties like these, there was always The Guy. He never danced, he sipped on the same drink all night yet always looked like he was having the time of his life. I was no stranger to the occasional joint, or even something more stimulating…

“I got the good stuff, sweetums, you’ll be fine and dandy in no time.”

Eh, what the hell. I inconspicuously danced with the guy to the middle of the crowd, exchanging a few crumpled dollar notes for a baggie of two pills. In no time, I chased one down with a hastily poured Jack.

The world did become better, as the drug dealer promised. People were nicer, friendlier and I almost didn’t believe mother was a useless, stone cold bitch. I almost didn’t care that I was deeply, madly in love with a man as unreachable as Olympus. If I squinted, the guy sitting at the bar looked kind of like Tony, tan, dark hair, worn jeans and a band tee.

So I danced. I danced and I stared right at him and then we danced some more. I closed my eyes, letting his arms grab me and pull me, I let his beard scratch my neck where he sucked a mark on me, I let his rough palms choke me against a wall in one of the bedrooms on the second floor of the house. It felt good to be wanted. It felt great to be needed as he rutted inside of me, hitting that sweet spot with every twitch of his hips.

It felt lonely when he left, pressing a kiss to my forehead and saying something dumb like “Be good, kid.”. I don’t remember what exactly it was, only that I had to turn my face away from his breath that reeked like weed and vodka.

To shake off the void that made home inside of my chest, I went to the roof to get some fresh air. The house had a nice patio on it - I actually knew the owner - that hosted more plants than I’d care to count. There was an ashtray and an abandoned pack of cigarettes. I greeted the faintly blooming sunrise surrounded by a cloud of smoke, shivering in the autumn mist.

Sounds of the party became less prominent with every passing minute as people geared up to go home and get a few winks of sleep before going to work. New Yorkers weren’t really thoughtful partying on a Tuesday, but then again, neither was I. The city always was busy - even then, at the crack of dawn, the dull throb of a bassline was rudely interrupted by a blaring car alarm followed by dogs barking in aggravation.

The more I sat there, the bleaker everything became. I had enough common sense to know I was just coming off the drug but for once, I had been happy and content for several hours without a care in the world. It had been too long since I felt that way and what’s a little low after a good high?

Mother left for her early conference at five AM sharp, I entered my house at five-thirty, making a beeline in the shower and immediately dumping my alcohol and cigarette soaked clothes into the wash with the smelliest detergent I could find. I gave similar treatment to my body and my hair, using the chemically-smelling products on my body and on my hair, brushing my teeth multiple times.

By the time I was leaving for school, only a faint smell lingered in the air where I’d previously entered, so I set the air freshener to automatically spray the obnoxious mist every ten minutes. Mother gets home at twelve for lunch, that should be more than enough time for any remnants of my partying to disappear into the lilac and lavender fumes.

The Valium I’d popped to deal with the aftermath of Molly made my brain sluggish. One look in the mirror and I hastily put my sunglasses on - the ashen colour of my face and the slightly crazed look wasn’t very complimentary to my complexion. The teacher didn’t give a damn. I stared blankly ahead of me for most part of first period.

“What happened to you? You look like hell!” Peter’s exclamation, while usually would’ve alarmed me, barely made a dent in my stupor.

“I feel like shit, too,” Admit what you can’t deny. Deny what you can’t admit. “I didn’t get any sleep. Like, at all.”

Peter frowned, the crease between his eyebrows growing deeper with every passing second. I flinched when his hand tentatively touched my forehead - the pounding in my temples slowed to a dull throbbing but it was still unpleasant when someone was all up in my space.

“Jesus, you’re as cold as a corpse. Maybe you should go see the nurse,” His worry bled into me too. Like hell I was going to the school nurse! They were specifically trained to recognize the signs of substance abuse.

“I’ll head home straight after school, I think we’ll have to skip our sciencing,” No way also I’d be letting Tony and Bruce see me like this. Oh my God, I was a mess. “Mother’s home.” I added. Even the emotional frostbite I’d get from being around her was more tolerable than being a downer for Peter and Tony.

Peter’s face immediately softened in sympathy. He knew almost everything about my relationship with my family, including him actually seeing my mother that one time. He told me she gave him the creeps and I don’t blame him at all. The stoicism that was required for her work made my mother an unbearable person to exist around outside of her fancy office on the top floor of a glass high-rise building.

“Okay, but promise to text me if it gets worse. You might have caught the autumn bug that’s been going around,” He obviously said the last part to calm himself down. Sweet little Peter, naïve child. I solemnly nodded nonetheless.

When I got home, I went straight to bed. Tony was being Tony, as usual, but in a strangely kind way. I suppose it should’ve made me feel better and it kind of did, but then it went downhill from there. I couldn’t explain why I started crying. I bawled my eyes out at how unfair this god-damned world was and when the doorbell rang… Let’s say, the delivery boy hightailed it out of there once the bag of takeout was deposited into my arms. I looked and felt ghastly.

I ate as much as I could and dropped into a restless nap, drifting in and out of sleep with exhausted exasperation. There had not been a time where I felt so low after popping a pill and I was equal parts alarmed and satisfied. For one, the drug dealer didn’t lie like they usually do - the stuff was good and I still had the other pill hidden away in a bottle of painkillers, inconspicuously mixed with other white pills but shape distinctive enough for me to recognize should I have need in taking it again.

The thought of well, taking it again, was fleeting. I had school tomorrow and a missed science bender to make up for. A few buzzes of my phone later, I felt happier. Better. Not so down anymore. I meant every word that I said - Bruce was very precious, kind and gentle. And so, warm and soft. And totally kissable.

Well, fuck. What do I do now?

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 years

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Whumptober Day 26: Blindness

CW: Blinded whumpee - references to eye gore, dehumanization, creepy and sadistic whumper, noncon touching (nonsexual)

Set after The First That Will Live

Killan’s world and its details as always belong to @wildfaewhump. It’s Vic’s sandbox - they just let me build some fucked-up castles there.

“Been thinking, me,” Calon Nie said, tapping talons lightly on the stone ground.

He watched the blindfolded human boy clumsily pawing with his pinkish pointless prodding little fingers at the feathers of one reddish-brown wing.

It had come within a day or so - the boy had started, in this sad little human way, to try and groom himself, combing through his feathers with those blunt-tipped skin-covered fingers, straightening them obsessively. Even after he stopped being able to see them, Calon Nie would watch him spend hours trying to carefully straighten them back to the right placement.

Instinct, pure and simple - and Calon Nie enjoyed the sight of it, the proof that his theory on the sharing of blood and the connection of bone to back had been correct. Each piece of the boy he took away and replaced with something else seemed to impress more and more deeply into him a set of fae-born impulses he didn’t have on his own.

It wouldn’t be long before they would move on to the voice, and then the organs, and then… who knew? At some point, Calon Nie had begun to wonder how many parts of a weak, ineffectual little thing could be replaced before what he created was no longer the original human at all.

Could you take out a brain and give a new one? These were the questions Calon Nie asked himself before he slept.

It wasn’t clear at first if the boy heard him speaking - he kept combing at feathers, and Calon Nie let the silence draw out to listen to their soft rustling. The wing was majestic - the hand hardly worth having. He would fix that, when the boy’s body was ready.

He could fix everything in the boy that was not to his liking. He understood that, now, in a way he hadn’t before the wings connected, the magic settled and took root in him. Starsong wrapped itself around the human like a blanket, a pillow pressed over mouth and nose to smother the human in the boy and draw out the fae.

He would kill the humanity of the boy, burn it away, and beneath its ashes he would find the new thing underneath.

“Buachaill del.” The boy did not look up - not that he could, exactly, look at all. Bandages wrapped over his head from eyebrow to cheekbone, covering up the evidence of his failures. It was the pain of his useless failed eyes that led the boy to spend the hours grooming his wings, soothing himself, as blood soaked through the cloth.

He wept blood, now, and that was the most fascinating part of the eyes to Calon Nie.

“Killan.” The boy flinched at the use of his human name, the name Calon Nie did not like. He bit the syllables, drew out the ah sound, made his disgust perfectly clear. “Listening? Listen to Calon Nie, you?”

The boy’s shoulders hunched up near his chin, head turning in Calon Nie’ direction, hitching in a breath in sudden fear. Calon Nie’s sharp teeth flashed in a smile the boy could not see in response. “I’m listening.” His voice was whispery-thin, nervous, uncertain.

Calon Nie hummed to himself, tapping talons on the floor, watching the boy sit so still, as though stillness could protect him from the dangers of the world. “Good. Failed, you, to keep new eyes. Costs a life, to give something new. Killan Josta, human boy, he fail Calon Nie. He fail the life given, when eyes don’t work. Did not respect sacrifice.”

“I’m… I’m sorry,” The boy said hoarsely, curling in on himself even more, his wings instinctively curling protectively around him. “I… I don’t want anyone to d-die for me. I didn’t mean to-... I didn’t mean to fail. I, I tried to p-pray for them, to stars, to-”

“Paugh! Mysteries do not hear you.” Calon Nie tilted his head to the side as he watched the boy’s wings bristle, feathers slightly fluffing out with nervousness and maybe even a little defensive anger. From the moment the connection had been made, the wings had been a part of him, mind and body, more rapidly than Calon Nie had ever dreamed.

A clear sign, for those who knew how to look for it. Favored by the stars, this boy, the starsong already slip-sliding around him even though he couldn’t use it.

Not yet.

They would need a fae voice for that. Calon Nie already had someone in mind, someone who had dismissed his ideas. Someone who would live to see their progress before he allowed them to die and be part of his grand ambitions.

“Anyway, no matter what mean. What intend. Already have died, for Killan. My kin and yours.” The mention of the humans that the boy had slaughtered brought fresh bright red blood to soak through the new bandages, and Calon Nie watched with fascination as the spots spread, as though he could see with his blood. Beautiful. “Too late for sorry. Have already killed your own, yes? Slit throat after throat, for Calon Nie? Your hand holds knife, yes?”

The boy choked back a sob. “Yes.”

Calon Nie knew the cruelty was unnecessary, but it was fascinating to watch how red blood rushed to pale cheeks, visible even in the dimness to Calon’s sharp fae eyes. Even more fascinating to see how his pretty human’s new wings already reflected his moods, built as deeply into the basic movements of his body now as the beat of his sad, tiny little heart, the movement of air in and out of his stupid nearly-pointless weak lungs.

Beautiful, wasn’t it? The way the spaces left behind by failure wanted to cry? The way that red wetness still soaked the cloth that Calon Nie had tied around his head to hide his failure from view? It was beautiful, to watch the damp spread slightly shining in the cave’s soft light to the boy’s jaw. The trails of red that ran and dripped to feed the earth.

There were still eyes under the blindfold, failed fae eyes that bled constantly and could not see, holding place until he could find another one of his own people to lead here. Another life given to the stars in the name of something new.

It was worth everything - every mistake, every death, every step closer. It was worth any cost, for Calon Nie to be something better than any other fae had ever been.

They would fly with the stars, but Calon Nie would direct the mystery of them himself. No one else could do that. No one else had ever tried.

But he would do it, no matter how many he must kill. Humans, paugh, they weren’t anything. But fae lives… that he took seriously, but still. It would be worth everything, in the end, and failures were to be expected. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t play with the boy’s fear, now and then for his own amusement. It didn’t mean he wasn’t confused, and troubled, and worried that this perfect subject was… perhaps not perfect enough.

He wasn’t sure how the eyes had failed when the wings worked. It was a mystery, and Calon Nie loved mysteries but he did not like them when they meant that his failure cost fae lives with no gain in return. He’d flown the body back up to the mountains to place next to the one who had given her wings. They would rest together, he could give them that much, but Calon Nie did not like that this second had died for nothing.

Were they honored, still, to die for no reason?

Or was he simply murdering, then?

For the boy’s body to fail when it most needed not to, forcing Calon Nie to waste a gift of sight. It was… irritating.

It made Calon Nie doubt himself.

Really, it was not the boy’s fault human bodies were so frail and weak, that they had to make sharp things to hurt with because they had no sharpness themselves. It wasn’t the boy’s fault that he was an imperfect recipient of Calon Nie’s discoveries.

The strongest, so far - but still not perfect.

“Hmph. I say no sorries.” Calon Nie waved his talons dismissively, ignoring that the boy could not see him do it. “Is Calon Nie’s fault, not my del, really, that eyes did not work. Missed something, me. Miss step, miss thought. Something… something missed.”

The boy was silent beyond the harsh loud sound of his breathing. He claimed the failed eyes hurt, a constant throbbing pain in his face, and Calon Nie allowed him to drink some teas that soothed it, but that was all.

He needed to be pure, to ensure the eyes worked next time. To make sure that the next of his people he gave to the stars in search of his greatest dreams would not be a pointless murder, but something that a fae could be honored by.

Even if they did not know to be honored, until they were dead.

Calon Nie moved over to the boy, watching the way his chin lifted and his head tilted as he tried to hear Calon Nie’s careful quiet footsteps across the cave floor. Maybe he could be given new ears, too, somehow, someday. Rather than his silly half-deaf human hearing.

The brush of the backs of his talons made the boy flinch backwards, but Calon Nie tsked, clicking narrow tongue against sharp teeth, and the boy went still, trembling under his touch as he gently pushed the blindfold up to look underneath.

Pale, cloudy fae eyes looked sightlessly beyond him. They had bonded well enough, but something severed the connection that magic should have made, and they looked like they had been scratched and scarred over from the inside out. Pale yellow, with only the tiniest sliver of slit black pupil.

Blood ran wet from the corners of the boy’s eyes, trickling down his face.

He held still, though, without the force of a thralling, without the mysteries to hold him.

“Pretty human,” Calon Nie whispered. He wrapped his hand carefully around the boy’s throat, staring into his blind eyes. The eyes that had been taken from a fae, the eyes that had been sacrificed, only to need sacrificed again. “Pretty, pretty. My pretty new thing. Mo ragnaithe. We will try again.”

“P-Please,” The boy whispered, sniffing, his little human nose scrunching up. “Please, I-I don’t want to be blind.”

“If try again, me - if give another life to making you better - and this next one dies and still, you fail… will die, you.” He leaned in, lips moving against the boy’s ear. “Will kill Killan myself, me. Understand this, you? That Killan dies?”

The boy nodded, frantically, sightless wide eyes filling with red tears.

He let go of the blindfold and it dropped to the ground. Calon Nie pulled back and away, watching the boy scramble to cover his pointless useless eyes again, whimpering and choking back sobs as he tied the cloth back on, knowing how Calon Nie hated to hear weak whimpering human sadness when he was being built to something of such glory.

The boy curled into the tiniest little ball he could make of himself, and Calon Nie watched as his shaking fingers went back to his wings, to straighten the feathers, to comb through them, to soothe himself with grooming. Obsessively straightening, running fingers through, soothing.

Bit by bit.

Moment by moment.

Piece by piece.

The next set of eyes would work, Calon Nie was sure of it.

They would work, or he would declare this one a failure, just like the rest, and dispose of him in the woods to rot alongside his other failed experiments.

Then he would start again.

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 4 years

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The Traveler

Gif credit @come-join-themurder

Requested from wattpad.

Tag list: @ilovetaquitosmmmm

Hope you all enjoy.

Happy Reading Dollies

"Hi, can you tell me where I can find a Fillip Tellford"? You read off the paper to the guy at the desk.

"I know where you can find him but I think I got something you want better then him". He smirked, giving off creepy vibes that you were going to steer far from.

"No thanks, just tell me where? Forget I'll find him myself, asshole". You huffed, throwing your bag over your shoulder and walking out of the office going into what you think is a club house.

"Hi sweetheart, can I help you"? You heard a woman call from one of the tables. You sighed a sigh of relief, hoping she can help.

"Yes, well I hope so. Do you know a Mr. Tellford? The guy at the desk was a dick and didn't tell me anything just wanted to show me something better". You air quoted the better part.

"That's Tiggy, stay away from him". She pointed her finger at you, you nodded your head. "Now for Chibs I'll take you to him". She got up and you followed her to a hallway with doors, she pointed to the third door. "That's Chibs, don't call him Mr. Tellford he'll hate that". She smiled.

"Thank you, I'm Y/N Y/L/N".

"I've heard about you, sorry what happening with your family. You can stay as long as you like. Gemma". She held out her hand and you gladly shook it.

"Thank you". You smiled and knocked on the door watching Gemma leave you there.

The door opened and a man as old as your father answered the door.

"Chibs"?

"Yeah, that's me. Y/N"?

"Yeah".

"Come in lass". He stepped aside for you to come in.

"I hope I'm not interrupting you"?

"No, you're fine. I was just cleaning up the place, you'll be staying here while you're with me".

"Thank you".

"Yeah no problem. I'll let you get settled and we'll talk to the guys about what will happen while you're here".

"Okay".

Chibs walked out of the room and you fell on the bed exhausted. The plan ride was tiring and you felt alone being in a place you didn't know anyone. Yeah your father was the Belfast chapter president and he sent you to Charming to be safe from what's happening back home. You just didn't imagine that it would be like this. Getting hit on the moment you walked in. Gotta look out for Tiggy, that's his name. What a odd name, you thought.

After you settled in you came out and all these men started starring at you. You shyly looked down at the floor.

"Boys, you're scaring her". You heard Gemma say.

"Don't mean to scare you, we're here to make sure you're safe". A blond head guy came over.

"I'm Jax". He said with a wink.

"Hi, thank you for help my family and I".

"We always help out a fellow brother". You heard a older man said. By the looks of his patches he was the president of this chapter.

"Well I'm thankful".

"Can we get you anything? Or do you need anything"?

"No thank you I'm fine".

"If you do just ask".

"Will do".

"So you know Chibs he'll be with you at all times. You won't leave the garage without a member. No phone calls unless it's approved by Chibs. Don't want these bastards knowing where you are. No one goes in or out without having proof of who they are". The president told everyone.

"We lock this place down". He ordered.

"Got it Clay".

After the introductions and avoiding Tig, you managed to have a breather. You wanted so badly to call home but you didn't bother asking. You felt out of place. Chibs was the only one from back home and he had to babysit you all day. He'll probably hate you by the end of your stay. Now the other guys, they couldn't stop talking to you. Must be the accent. All you wanted was to run and hide but that would be rude.

You sat and watched everyone around you, they all had their roles in the club. You knew about what your father did but never was really around it, your mother wouldn't allow it that is until you turned eighteen and decided for yourself. But as you got closer with the club things started to happen. People started getting killed, you had went to six of your friends funerals over the course of three months. Then you were the target next. Your father didnt want that to happen so he shipped you off to California a place you only read about. It was okay, the people were nice and welcoming but it wasnt home.

"Y/N"? You heard a voice draw you out of your thoughts.

"Yeah"? You played with your earring.

"You okay"? It was Chibs asking.

"Sure".

"Why don't you go to bed and I'll be in there later to check on you".

"Okay, I am pretty tired". You agreed and headed off to bed. Hopefully the time will fly by.

Three weeks later.

Time did fly by, you had been there almost a month and you felt better. Chibs was teaching you about motorcycles to pass the time and get you doing something to take your mind off things. Taking to your family, things were getting worse. Your mom went and stayed with your grandmother with another chapter. He figured if you split up no one can find you.

Boy was he wrong, someone wanted him to suffer.

"Hey, Y/N pass me that spark plug will ya"? Chibs held out his hand you placed it in his hand and that's when the shots rung out in the parking lot. Chibs pushed you down on the ground covering you. He searched for a gun that was hidden in the garage, cocking it and firing back. The car sped off and some of the guys hopped on their bikes going after.

"Are you alright"? He asked turning you to look at him.

"I'm fine. Are you okay"?

"Yeah, let's go inside". You both quickly ran to the club house and hid in the dorm room.

"How did they find me"? You started to sob.

"Hey it's okay. You're safe". He wrapped his arms around you. You felt safe when he was around. Never feeling like that with a man before that wasn't family.

"We're going to get them. Don't worry".

"Thank you for saving me".

"It was nothing". He laughed it off shyly.

You grabbed his face, kissing him deeply. Chibs froze as you kissed him. He wanted so badly to kiss you but he was supposed to protect you not catch feelings but he did.

You let go of his face and opened your eyes. Chibs still had his lips puckered.

"I shouldn't have done that".

"I wanted it but I didn't want you to think you had to do".

"I wanted to do it. Have been wanting to just didn't seem like the right moment".

"Well now was a good time to do it".

"I thought so too". You leaned in and kissed him again this time his hands went to your lower back and he pulled you closer filling the gap between the two of you.

"Hey Chibs, oh I'm sorry". Juice went to close the door.

"Wait. What is it"?

"We got em".

"Where are they"?

"That's what I need to talk to you about".

"Okay". "I'll be back for more kisses". He grinned, you nodded and kissed his cheek.

You sat on the bed, thinking what would your father say about you and Chibs? He wouldn't be to happy about it but he'll know you're safe and well protected.

Coming to Charming was not your first choice, you'd rather stayed at home with your family but it didn't workout that way. You were brought here to be safe and that's what you were when you were with Chibs. He made everything okay when it wasn't.

Chibs came back and told you they had taken care of the problem, he called your dad and told him what happened. Your father said the same thing happened to your mother and she was fine also. Just you'd have to stay awhile longer until things settled down which you didn't have a problem with. Staying in Charming with Chibs wasn't so bad after all.

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bonus: why is their luck in a deeply sad moment? | shawn mendes

some type of au idk man, shawn x goth ex gf

WARNING: there is talk of death and suicide in this chapter. read at your own risk.

AN: i cant squeeze this into the next big fic nor can i fit it into shawn meets bc everyone hated it so its a bonus in the gg story lmao also im starying the Next Big Fic in a few days :)

masterlist | annalise’s playlist

2026.

"Sometimes I think about the what ifs," Ann said, “but I like where I am. I like what I’ve made for myself.”

Shawn had to invite her over to his house a second time, because the first time left him with many questions unanswered. He couldn’t be mad at what she said, though. He was in the same boat; he liked the life he made. You know, without the crushing loss and run in with the supernatural.

“Well, I’m happy for you,” he told her, and he really meant it. “I’m glad we were able to successfully do our own things straight after breaking up.”

“Nothing like filling the void in your heart with work!” Ann replied with a giggle. She moved a strand of hair behind her ear, and that’s when Shawn noticed something.

He took her hand and noticed a tattoo on the side of her middle finger: The Triforce.

“You got inked?” he asked, impressed.

“Oh, that’s nothing,” she replied, grabbing her sleeve to roll it up.

There was a sword on her inner arm. It was varying in shades of blue, and it also had the Triforce on it. Shawn recognized it as the Master Sword from the Legend of Zelda games.

“All this is is proof that I’m a nerd,” Ann said as she rolled her sleeve back down. “I notice you have some more ink also… and that you still wear shirts half buttoned.” She pointed to his chest.

Her finger poked the exposed skin. It shouldn’t have been as tingly as it was. Shawn smiled and placed his hand over his chest.

“More than just that,” he told her. “But I can’t show you all of them.”

Maybe it was a little risky to say that. Shawn would have taken it back if Ann’s cheeks hadn’t gone a shade of pink.

“I could say the same thing…”

Shawn quickly came to learn just how many tattoos Ann had gotten over the years. A snake and tombstones on her other arm. Feather on her collarbone, roses on her shoulder. A quote reading, “...but I’m not anymore” with stars around it on her ribcage. Something on her wrist that Shawn didn’t catch because he was busy pressing his lips to her hips and taking off her pants, where he found another tattoo. “Lucky you.” He certainly felt it.

Everything about their time together was so familiar, so easy and almost home-like. Ann’s skin touching his. Her lips perfectly molding over his. The quiet, needy gasps they both released into the bedroom. It was like going back in time, and they were in Shawn’s Toronto apartment instead of his multimillion dollar condo in LA. It was soft and slow, despite Shawn pinning Ann’s arms above her head. He didn’t outgrow that particular move, and she still seemed to like it.

Shawn had never been happier to have been on a break more than now. Most one night stands in the past began and ended very quickly, because he was on tour or in between interviews or on a break for one day. This was one person that he didn’t want to leave behind. They lied down, sweaty and dazed, facing each other. It was silent, but not awkward. Everything had a nice haze around it.

That was also when Shawn finally made out what the tattoo on Ann’s wrist was. He picked his head up in confusion.

“Is… are those torches?” he asked. “Upside down? Just like mine… and are those my initials?”

It was simple line art, less intricate than his own. Torches in an X, with “SM” right below them. Shawn has been floored many times, and this was no exception.

Ann picked her head up as well. “It’s not what it looks like.”

Shawn looked down at his chest, his torches were exactly the same, sans the initials. He wanted to give Ann the benefit of the doubt, that this wasn’t some creepy fangirl thing. Some of his one night stands ended up like that, and it wasn’t exactly easy to forget.

“It’s for a friend of mine,” Ann explained, sitting up and covering her front with the blanket. She took note of the look on Shawn’s face. “Keeping someone’s light on beyond death, remember? I assume yours is for someone too.”

They were both sitting up now, and Shawn relaxed. However, he only relaxed a little bit because now it was time to get deep.

“Mine’s for Brian. He died last year.”

Ann’s face fell. “No. Brian, your best friend? Brian, the one who constantly took the piss outta me?”

He nodded. “He was… there was an accident. Flight of stairs. Instantly killed.” It was all lies, but no human would understand.

A hand went over his, squeezing. “I’m so sorry. He just, he just fell down some stairs?”

“A lot of stairs. I don’t know I guess he was running or something. There was no way to save him. People in the house heard the crash, but by the time they found him - when I found him - it was too late.” He had told this version many times, enough times to where he could almost believe it himself.

“Fuck, man. That’s… that’s fucking terrible,” Ann said sympathetically. “But I seriously can’t believe you just told me that.”

“Why?”

“Because now I have to tell you that mine is for Stella. Those are her initials.”

Stella Martinez. Now Shawn felt a little stupid… but surprised, and he was met with a sinking feeling in his stomach. He couldn’t believe it for a second, but it fully processed in his head, and his heart began to break.

“Stella from college? Stella, who was your literal opposite and also your best friend?”

Ann solemnly nodded. Then she looked down. “She… she killed herself.”

Shawn was stunned into silence, the tightness in his chest only intensifying. The entire time he knew Stella, she was always so positive and bubbly. She was the opposite of suicidal. That’s why it was such a shock… and so sad. Oh god, who was going to tell Camila?

“When did Brian go to the other side?” Ann asked after a moment.

“A year ago last month,” Shawn replied. “And Stella?”

Ann raised an eyebrow. “Two years ago last month...”

It was a strange coincidence, but still upsetting. Both Shawn and Ann lost their best friends at the same time of the year. The urge to spill everything was thick in the air. Still, neither of them said anything for a while.

Instead, Ann reached down to the floor to pick up her clothes. Shawn’s eyes were stuck on her and that was when he spotted another word on her back. Nightmare. Small font, right shoulder blade, surrounded by a cluster of skulls. Then, he realized what she was doing.

“Are you leaving?”

She looked up, bra in hand. She was quiet as she put it back on.

“No. No, I’m not going anywhere.”

And she crawled back into bed. She made the point to keep a distance from Shawn, who was still naked. He was on his side, looking at the woman before him. Only Ann could have sex with him and bring up the subject of death. That brought a new point to mind.

“How do you enjoy death?” he asked. “I think I’ve asked you this before, but after losing someone and attending their funeral, I’m having a hard time understanding your perspective.”

Ann took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling. “I don’t enjoy the act of dying. People die every day in horrible ways. People mourn and fall into depression because of death. That’s not something to enjoy.”

“So what’s your deal with it?”

“I’m just embracing the face that it’s inevitable. I do that for myself. I will die eventually, or tomorrow-”

Shawn made a face; he didn’t like that thought.

“It doesn’t make it any easier when someone I know goes,” Ann continued. “You’d think with all the research I’ve done it would be. The ones we love leave this mortal plane, and all they leave is their absence. And that alone is a lot to process.”

“What’s the hardest part?”

“The what if’s.”

Shawn asked because he really wanted to know more about what happened to Stella. He had to know the things that led up to the tragedy, mostly because he knew Camila would ask for details, even if they were hard to hear.

He figured he should spill his side first.

“The last thing I said to Brian was to get the hell out of my room,” he began. “We were fighting, fighting over something so fucking stupid, and I was so pissed at him. That was our last interaction. He fell down the stairs because he was trying to find me in this big huge mansion…”

Ann sat up a little bit, hand over her chest. “Here?”

“Oh no, not here. I was staying at a friend’s house in London for a work thing. Place was huge, easy to get lost in,” Shawn clarified. “Brian, Andrew, all of them were leaving back to Toronto and I didn’t want to go just yet. Part of it was because I was still pissed. Maybe if I had run into him first before he fell… If I hadn’t kicked him out of my room a few nights prior… If I was less of an asshole…”

“Maybe you would have slipped on the stairs,” Ann told him. “Maybe you guys would have had an even bigger argument later that would have ended your friendship. There’s no way to tell, and sometimes that’s what sucks the most.”

Huh. Most people tell him not to dwell on it. No wonder Ann was a shrink now.

“Losing someone is one of the hardest things we, as humans, have to face,” she said. “It’s not easy in the slightest. Besides, the grieving period takes about three to five years, so you - we - are still in the beginning stages of it. Thinking about the what ifs, what you want to change, what you wish you could say to Brian - all of that is normal.”

The two of them let those words settle for a moment. Shawn’s eyes were a little misty, and redirecting the topic was probably not going to help. But he laid his stuff out on the table.

“What about you?” he asked.

“Me?”

“Your what ifs?”

Ann paused, looking around the room. “What if I had put my Master’s to use and noticed the goddamn signs?”

Shawn watched her, hoping she would at least return the eye contact.

“I’m an expert in this shit,” she said. “I have the years of school, the degrees, and the licenses for detecting things like this. I only figured it out the moment her dad called me.”

“How do you detect when someone is suicidal?”

“In her case, she was elated. When someone makes that decision, they reach a state of euphoria because they know their pain is about to end.”

“But Stella was always-”

“Believe me, I know. I hadn’t talked to her since graduating in Toronto, so I thought she hadn’t changed at all. But I would see on her social media, she just moved back to her parents’ house in Florida, and she hinted that she wasn’t happy about it.”

As if Shawn couldn’t take another blow. Come to think of it, he never heard much about Stella’s home life. He didn’t even think that it could be a negative place for her.

“I was in Jacksonville for work,” Ann continued, “so I hit her up, and we met up for lunch. We talked for about an hour, and she said that I was always a good friend and college wife and that she’ll always love me. And my stone hearted ass just said ‘cool, you don’t suck’ and that was that. A month later, she’s as blue as the pills she took.”

“Ooo…” Shawn sighed, cringing at that mental image. Sweet, warm hearted Stella cold and lifeless. Call it morbid, awful thinking, but Shawn wished Brian looked like that in death instead of the bloody mess he turned out to be.

“Yeah. And her parents had her embalmed and put in an airtight casket, but that’s a whole other rant.” Ann waved it off and lied back down.

Shawn didn’t know what else to do except lie down as well. While sharing the stories of how their friends died, he couldn’t help but feel just a little bit closer to Ann. The first time they met, it took fighting tooth and nail to get her to open up. Now, Shawn felt okay silently reached for her hand, and tenderly holding it in his.

Both of them winded up at the same awards show. Both lost their best friends. Both got the same type of tattoo to honor them. Neither of them anticipated meeting again. This couldn’t be a coincidence.

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toloveawarlord · 5 years

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Behind the Times (Ch. 2)

You can find my masterlist in my bio!

Updating Aspen! I’m so glad my slump for this chapter is gone! I had everything planned out, but the words wouldn’t form just right. But finally! It’s done! Tagging @plumpblueberry for helping me to finish it! Your encouragement means the world to me!

Struggling to keep up with the fast pace set by the Queen of Hearts, Aspen rubbed her palms into her sore thighs. It had taken ages to reach this place and each step sent a ripple of pain through her legs. Edgar had left them to inform the King of Hearts of her arrival, while Jonah insisted, she see their resident doctor. Soldiers moved from their path out of respect for their Queen, but didn’t hide their curious gazing at her, many stopping to stare even after she’d passed.

Aspen pulled the jacket tighter around her body, though it did little to cover her bare legs. The more spectators that came around, the more uncomfortable she became. Quickening to catch up with Jonah, she latched her hand onto the back of his pale pink shirt. “Can’t you make them stop staring. It’s creepy,” She muttered. It wouldn’t bother her so much if there weren’t so many gathered in the hallway… just staring. She had grown use to creepy men looking at her, but usually they went on with their business after looking.

Jonah’s amber eyes studied her for a moment over his shoulder before his sharp gaze fell on the soldiers littering the hall behind them. “Return to your duties at once. Anyone caught bother this young lady will answer directly to me, understood?” His voice carried to every soldier.

A chorus of “Yes, sir” followed, and the onlookers promptly left.

“Whoa.” Left alone with him, Aspen released her tight grip on his shirt. “You’re pretty important here, huh?” She’d never seen something like that before in real life.

“You’re beginning to understand, at least. King Lancelot holds the highest rank, I hold the second Queen and Edgar is the Jack, third highest. There are 10 others that are high ranking, everyone else are foot soldiers,” Jonah explained, leading her to the infirmary. Pushing the door open, he motioned to the man in the lab coat. “This is Kyle, the 7 of Hearts, and our doctor.”

Kyle placed the final book on the shelf before glancing over his shoulder at the two. “You’re new.” His eyes scanned her for injuries, a frown forming on his features. “Why are you wearing Jonah’s coat?”

“Oh, that’s right.” Aspen offered the jacket back to him, shivering from the draft in the cool room. She rubbed her hands together for warmth. The scrapes peeking through the rips in her shirt still held onto some thorns tightly.

Jonah cleared his throat, feeling the heat return to his cheeks. “Just treat her promptly so King Lancelot can see her.” He wanted to retrieve some new clothes for her, but for now, he remained in the room. Leaving her alone felt wrong to him, though he couldn’t imagine why.

“Have a seat,” Kyle said, nodding to the nearest cot. He gathered the items he would need to patch her up and rounded the desk. Her injuries seemed superficial. “What happened?”

“I fought a rosebush and lost,” Aspen replied with a forced smile.

“That explains the thorns and scrapes. Can you take your shirt off? If your uncomfortable, I can make Jonah leave,” He tossed out, twisting the cap off the antiseptic bottle.

The ragged shirt crumpled on the bench behind her, revealing severe scrapes and deeply embedded thorns. Jonah turned his gaze away, fixating on the magic crystal flickering in one of the fixtures. The tips of his ears were turning red. “Be quick about it, Kyle. She needs to be taken to King Lancelot immediately,” Jonah said, lacking his usual haughty tone. His duty came first, regardless of her feelings toward the matter.

Kyle noted the girl wince each time he removed a thorn from her tender skin, despite his best effort to be gentle. “So, new girl. You have a name?” He asked. Anything to get her mind off the pain, though it was hardly proven to aid well.

“Oh, I’m Aspen,” she answered, poking her index fingers absentmindedly together.

“Unusual name,” Kyle commented, prodding her to continue talking to him. He’d never heard such a name before for a person, but the trees were popularly grown and sold around the territory.

A breathy laugh passed her lips, trembling green eyes focused on her lap. “My parents were pretty young when they had me and wanted to pick a hipster name. I don’t mind it, besides the fact that it’s never printed on a keychain.” That was the real struggle of having a strange name. No matter the store or theme park, her name was never to be found.

“Hipster?” Kyle questioned, lifting his gaze from his work. Golden eyes studied her closely, flicking to the Queen of Hearts, filled with many questions of her origins.

“Keychain?” Jonah titled his head, unable to reason out her strange words. He had thought her to be crazy, simply not in her right mind. Yet, the more he listened to her, the less he thought her story so farfetched. It would explain quite a lot. The white rabbit never mentioned traveling through the portal could also move one through time. He must question him thoroughly.

Her eyes widened as if she’d been struck, a sharp reminder that she was far from her home. Would her parents be worried about her? She didn’t visit them that often, having moved to London to escape the rural countryside that they had raised her in. Would they notice if she didn’t call?

Several boots marching down the hallway approached the infirmary. Three men entered, Edgar among them. She could easily pick out the King Lancelot that Jonah had told her about. Edgar and the other one followed a step behind him. His long, elegant cape cascading down his back. Icy blue eyes so intense and impossible to read.

His voice broke through the awkward silence, cutting into her thoughts, demanding her attention. “Edgar has informed me of your situation, Alice. Your arrival is ill timed, but it is curious that you claim to come from another time period.” As if she were an object not worthy of his attention, his gaze moved to Jonah. “Do you believe her, Jonah?”

Jonah’s lips pursed in thought, but he didn’t hesitate to give an answer. “I do.”

“I, as well, my king,” Edgar mirrored the Queen’s answer. He had her phone sticking slightly out of his jacket pocket. “Her devices alone gave quite the proof as nothing in Cradle could have made it. Her clothes, the manner in which she speaks. I do not believe her to be faking.”

Lancelot inspected the girl once again, like checking the worth of livestock. “If she’s an Alice then she should possess the ability to have magic.”

Kyle stiffened at the turn in topic. With all the thorns removed from her, he paused his work to address the King directly. “Lance, give her a break. I’m not finished examining her. She could have a concussion from the fall.”

The electricity in the room tingled her skin. The others had addressed him as their leader, yet Kyle had spoken to him like a common friend. They were strange, for military men. Not that she had any experience with the military in her own world. They were on tv often, wars distant and overseas.

“Fine. Finish tending to Alice and have her sent to her room for the time being. Tomorrow we will continue. Do not attempt to escape us, Alice,” Lancelot’s cold tone lowered the temperature in the room.

“Aspen.” Her interjection to their conversation brought a heavy tension over them and all eyes on her. No one spoke so she swallowed down the lump in her throat and clarified her statement. “My name is Aspen, not Alice.”

The King of Hearts had turned, cape flourishing behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he spoke in the same uncaring tone. “I care not what your name is. Alice will suffice.”

Aspen’s green eyes narrowed, finding him to be unpleasant. “I won’t answer to it. Call me Alice all you like, but I’ll simply ignore you.” A man with entitlement, like the brute that she had been working for recently. Her heart beat against her ribcage, threatening to break through.

“Aspen!” Jonah’s harsh snap of her name brought her gaze to him. Amber eyes having pure anger rippling in them. “You will treat King Lancelot with respect.”

“I don’t know any of you! And you just demand for something that you surely haven’t earned from me. I’m not a nameless main character in an otome game!” Her voice stronger than she thought possible, not crackling like a scared child talking back to a parent.

Edgar cracked a smile, soaking up her odd speech as the best entertainment in a long time. “Understandable, Aspen. Why don’t we take a reprieve from this and let Kyle finish treating you, yes?” His question hadn’t been up for debate. A skilled tactic to diffuse the room and allow Lancelot to exit without anymore issues. “Zero, lets go.” Emerald green eyes fell on her once again, shimmering in the light with unbridled curiosity. “I do hope you’ll spend some time explaining to me what an otome game is, whenever you have settled in.”

As quickly as they’d come, the officers left. Jonah let a heavy sigh fall from his lips. “You should really bite your tongue more often,” he muttered, but his words didn’t reach her ears. A distant echo of jumbled mumbling.

Aspen stared at her lap once again, her palms facing her. Whatever had come over her, the courage to speak up against the King of Hearts, had dissipated from her body, leaving a sinking unease washing over her. Her hands trembled. Air caught in her throat. A familiar dread weighing over. Her head lifted, just slightly to meet the doctor’s concerned gaze. The whisper barely audible.

“I think I’m gonna have a panic attack.”

The proper things to do when you’ve been sent into a new world in the past and confronted with the cold King of Hearts. I hope you enjoyed this next chapter of Aspen’s story!

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numba99 · 5 years

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First Time for Everything

Summary: Giving georgie the respect he deserves. When you and Georgie started dating, you agreed to take things slow. Now you’re ready for the next step. I thought this was going to be super soft but it ended up being a little more spicy but i’m not mad at it Word count 1,897

Warning: Smut, didn’t proof read

You skipped off the elevator towards your boyfriend Alex’s apartment door. He had the night off and you were excited to just hang out and do a whole lot of nothing with him. With a schedule as busy as his, any time you had together felt special.

“Hello beautiful,” Alex greeted you when he opened the door.

“Hey handsome,” you replied, giving him a quick peck. You never really saw yourself as the cutesy, lovey-dovey type, but there was something about being with Georgie that brought out the softie in you.

The two of you have been dating for a little over three months now and it’s been amazing.You’d been in relationships before, but none of them ever felt as good as this one. You guessed it had to do with agreeing to take things slow when you started dating. For you, sex had been in an issue in past relationships. Either you had sex way before you felt you were ready or you asked them to wait and they got impatient. Either way, they did not work out.

You really did not want that to happen with Alex. You liked him a lot, and could see yourself having a future with him. You had been a little nervous to tell him you wanted to hold off on sex for awhile, thinking he may not be interested, but he was completely understanding. Not once since you have started dating has Alex tried to pressure you to do anything and that just confirmed to you that he was a guy worth waiting for.

“What kind of movie do you wanna watch?” Alex asked, holding your hand as you walked over to his couch. He already had a popcorn and a bowl of your favorite candy set out. You smiled to yourself. It wasn’t the first time he did little thoughtful things like that, but it never got old.

“Something scary,” you replied. You loved scary movies and Georgie always knew of some obscure ones from Russia that you’ve never seen before. Plus, it gave you an excuse to snuggle extra close to him when the movie got intense.

Georgie pulled up a dubbed version of a movie he thought you would like and settled into the couch next to you. He wrapped his arm around you and you rested your head against his shoulder, breathing in his fresh, minty scent. It was simple, but familiar, making you feel at home.

The movie was a typical haunted house situation, but there was definitely something a little extra creepy about it. You found yourself hiding your face in Alex’s chest. He chuckled, nudging you slightly, “I thought you liked scary movies?”

“I do, and it’s scaring me so you picked a good one,” you nudged him back. If you’re being honest I wasn’t scary enough to be hiding as much as you. You just really wanted to be close to Alex, but didn’t want to admit that.

“Hmmm, well it’s fine with me. I like holding you like this,” he smiled, kissing the top of your head. You smiled softly, keeping your head on his chest..He held you closer to him with one arm, his other hand resting on your thigh. It was innocent enough, but it gave you butterflies.

You hoped the movie would take your mind off of it, but the movie had other ideas. Two of the main characters started having sex and it was nothing pornographic, but it got you thinking. Things have been going so well with Georgie so far. You had great chemistry, even only going as far as first base you had better experiences with him than your past boyfriends.

Most importantly, it felt right. If you were to have sex now it wouldn’t feel forced. You trusted him, cared about him, and were pretty sure you loved him. A blush spread across your cheeks as you thought about it actually happening tonight. It excited you. You decided to wait it out in case the sex scene just put you in a mood. If you still thought it was a good idea when the movie ended, you’d see what Alex thought about it.

You tried in vain to pay attention to the rest of movie. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Georgie’s thumb wasn’t tracing circles over your thigh. You knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose, but it was driving you wild. You were glad it was your head on his chest and not the other way around because he definitely would hear your heart thudding in your chest. Needless to say when the credits rolled around you were still more than into the idea of having sex with Alex tonight.

“Now what do you wanna do?” Alex asked turning to look at you. His fingertips brushed over your face, gently pushing a lock of hair out of your eyes. It sent a little shiver down your spine. Oh yeah, you were ready to do it tonight, you thought.

“Funny you should ask,” you began shifting nervously suddenly losing your nerve to ask with his eyes on you, “I’ve just been thinking and, if you’re okay with it, I’m ready to have sex.”

Alex perked up, not expecting that. “Really? Right now?” he asked. Now he was the one blushing.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you insisted, “I just wanted to let you know that I’m ready whenever you are.

“I want to I-I just wanted to make it special for you,” Georgie explained, “Like flowers and candles.”

You giggled, “That’s very sweet Alex, but you don’t have to do all that. It’s going to be special just because it’s with you.”

“Cheesy,” Alex teased, rolling his eyes at you.

“What can I say, you bring out the worst in me,” you nudged him.You both laughed lightly before Alex responded.

“I’m ready too.” He squeezed your hand, making you smile. You jumped up, pulling Georgie with you. As you walked back to his bedroom, your heart began to hammer in your ears. It not that you were nervous really, more so anxious and excited. This is not how you had excepted to spend your night, but you were more than happy with the change in plans.

The second the two of you hit the bed you were all over each other. His hands were already tangled in your hair, your tongue sliding across his bottom lip. He rolled over to be on top of you, the weight of his body on you somehow arousing and comforting at the same time.

Your hands slipped under his shirt, eager to rid him of his clothes. Georgie took the hint, breaking the kiss just enough to remove it. You took that chance to pull of your shirt, letting it fall to the floor with his. Alex took advantage of the newly exposed skin, kissing down your next and collar bones. He kissed along the line of your bra, reaching behind you to unclasp it.

His lips found your breast, kissing and sucking at one while his hand massaged the other. You tried pressing your thighs together, desperate for friction as your desire grew between your legs. Feeling Georgie’s growing length against your leg was not helping that.

Alex lowered himself down your body, leaving a trail of kisses on your stomach. He hooked his fingers around your leggings and underwear, sliding them off your legs. Your face flushed, feeling Georgie’s eyes on your naked body for the first time.

“You’re so beautiful,” Georgie said softly, his fingertips tracing a line down your body. Before you could respond, Georgie was between your legs. You bit down on your lip in anticipation as he left kisses on your inner thighs. You let out a gasp as you felt his tongue slide over your pussy. It stopped at your clit, swirling over the sensitive bud.

“Alex,” you moaned, gripping at his hair as he slid a long finger into you. His lips were closed around your clit now, sucking at it as his fingers curled deep inside you. You were surprised at how quickly you found yourself cumming. You pulled at his hair so much you knew it had to hurt, but he didn’t budge, just continued to lap at you as you finished.

“Jesus, Alex, you’ve been holding out on me,” you said once you caught your breath.

Alex’s cheeks tinted pink as he smirked. “I’m just glad you enjoyed it,” he replied, kissing you deeply. You flipped him over you were on top. You nipped at the skin by his waistband, before eagerly yanking his pants down. You bit your lip at the sight of him, he was bigger than you thought. You were eager to taste him, licking a stripe up his length before taking him in your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his tip as your hand ran up and down his cock, pulling a string of Russian words from his lips. You worked at him for a while, your eyes flicking up to see him, chest flushed and hair matted against his forehead. He looked so hot it made your pussy twinge.

“Shit wait,” he gasped pulling you off him, “I don’t want to cum until I’m in you.” As much as you wanted to finish him off, that was a more than fair trade off. You settled yourself back on the bed as Georgie dug through his drawer for a condom.

He positioned himself back between your legs, rolling the condom down his length. You felt his tip bump against your entrance. You sucked your breath in, anticipating the stretch. Georgie looked to you for permission, which you gave him eagerly. He pressed himself into you slowly, a soft hiss escaping his lips as he felt how tight you were around him.

It was a tight fit, but god did it feel good. He rocked his hips against you, slowly at first so you could both adjust. Soon, however, need gave way to caution and he thrust himself harder into you. You pulled him down you, so you could kiss and suck at his neck as the pleasure between your legs mounted.

“Fuck, Alex, I’m close,” you told him breathlessly. Your inner thighs were shaking and you could feel yourself tightening ever so slightly, telling you you wouldn’t last much longer.

“Me too,” he moaned. He leaned in to kiss your boobs again. His tongue slid across your nipple before he sucked at the sensitive skin. It became too much, your orgasm hitting you as he left little marks across your boobs. Alex came shortly after, the sound of his name leaving your mouth pushing him over the edge. He only removed his lips from you to let out a moan as he finished inside of you.

Once you finished, Alex slid out of you, tying off and throwing away the condom before crawling next to you. He peppered kisses all over your face and chest, making you giggle. You cupped his jaw in your hand, pulling him to your lips.

“I love you,” you said without thinking about it.

Alex didn’t give you a chance to worry about if he’d say it back, replying immediately, “I love you too, y/n. So much.” You both smiled, sharing another sweet kiss before drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

#a georgiev #Alexandar Georgiev #alex georgiev #alex georgiev imagine #new york rangers imagine #new york rangers smut #rangers imagine #rangers smut #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagines

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xilslogbook-blog · 7 years

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Xil’s Logbook: Ninety-nine (IC)

Ninety-nine

A lot has happened in the last few days. I've been so busy that I've hardly had time for anything other than what little training I managed to fit into my busy mornings. Don't get me wrong, though. It's been fun. Much better than just sitting around the house staring at four walls.

Vossie even spent a lot of time with me, which is a nice change of pace. I was starting to get lonely, I think. Also needed a break from my usual schedule. We did a lot together. So much, in fact, that I doubt I can keep it all straight. But, I will do my best.

Together, we undertook the Flames Order to clear out Cutter's Cry. At first it was just sand and ants. There were these holes we jumped through to access different chambers.

Eventually, we found an area with a little pond. Of course... I had to investigate this water hole closer. Heh. And, Voss joined in on the 'investigation'. We stayed there for a while before moving on. Enjoyed a little break.

Later, we found ourselves faced with what Voss called a chimera. He made quick work of it, however. Never stood a chance. There were a lot of bones scattered throughout the chamber, so I'm sure it was what the Flames wanted taken care of. I sent proof to them, where I saw that man eyeing me from a distance. He didn't bother me.

Voss, Syerra, Rhisdon and I went into Wanderer's Palace to retrieve a stabby lizard for Phyllo. As usual, Voss made quick work of the enemies while I feel like the rest of us just sort of... helped. A giant tonberry chased us. Stabbed Rhisdon, but just dented his gear and left a bruise, I think. But, there were several giant stabby lizards patrolling about.

Eventually, Voss managed to knock one out and waved it around with us until we found an exit. Then, he took away its knife and I tossed it into Phyllo's room... where the creepy thing woke up and screamed at me. It scared the hell out of me and I couldn't make that door open fast enough in order to get the hell out of there. I slammed the door hard behind me, and chills ran down my spine.

Voss has laughed at me ever since... And, he gave the knife to Tzenef. She seemed to enjoy it. Phyllo later discovered that the stabby lizard was female, and could talk. Which to me, is great news, because I was worried I had gone a bit mad when I still had the curse.

We also had a bit of an ordeal with the new recruit, Shironeko. I call her Shi, for short. Voss caught her sneaking up on us... and he mentioned something about pulling a knife on us. I didn't see it. But, I'm also not able to detect such things as stealth and the like. I've been in edge ever since.

She wanted to share some information, but only if we agreed to kill someone for her. Before all this, I should mention that Voss caught her lying during conversation and proceeded to drill her for information. He... made her faint. Of course, I had to scold him for it... but, it was pretty amusing. I hate having to scold him for such things but, he'd just get worse if I didn't at least try to keep him in line. The same as with Tzenef.

Anyroad. It turned out that the one Shi wanted dead was herself. Which Voss denied. I ended up taking her to our room to privately chat. At least -tried- to privately chat. Voss came in later, which made me feel at ease a bit more. But, also Phyllo. Phyllo, I think was poorly attempting to hide behind Voss. But, I saw tiny feet between Voss's legs. Then... the fellin' sat under the desk for a while. Eventually hit his head rather hard trying to bolt out of the room, and ended up sulking in the floor until Voss returned to retrieve him.

Shi told me that she was hired to protect some merchants. It ended up being something more than she'd wanted. Apparently, she was with a small company of people. Perhaps mercenaries of some sort. Or... guards. Either way, she was charged to protect this caravan. Something happened and she was put into a situation where she had to choose between her own life, and that of her boss. He chose her life over his and put her in charge of their little band. She was forced to kill the man, and lead these people for some ways. It was during this time that she lost her eye.

Of her family and friends... I can only assume she means her little company of people.

During our time together in the chamber before Voss and Phyllo came in... She told me that she didn't believe she was worth saving. She wanted to die. There was nothing about her worth such a sacrifice. Though, I find it hard to believe any of this. I do not trust her. And, her speech pattern makes it difficult to peg her intentions.

Also, it was difficult getting information from the girl, so I opted to trade information for... information. I told her of the mission to Castrum and making the call to abandon Dizzy. That bought me a bit. I also gave her advice that I should really take for myself, but I probably won't.

I pretty much just pep-talked her. Told her to become something more. To train hard and be someone that others look up to and respect. Feeling sorry for oneself doesn't get you far. Take it from someone who knows.

After that, we all went to the bar to have drinks. Phyllo got drunk rather quickly, bowing to the furniture and telling them goodnight. Voss dropped him on our sofa... of course, my conversation with Shi made my mood sink rather deeply. I did manage to climb back out of that dark hole, but, it took some doing.

Tzens voice came over the pearl, calling us to action. She had stumbled upon a caravan surrounded by brigands in Coerthas. So, Voss and I joined the fight promptly, leaving our drinks behind. Syerra and Rhis soon joined. Lev was already with Tzen, slitting a mans throat as we arrived.

Tzen and I took out the archer. And, quickly aided in dispatching the rest. Syerra was the only one injured, and Voss just pushed too hard. Me... I was stuck in my typical lancer attire, and about froze to death. Luckily... fathers training gets me far in such situations. It wasn't until we returned to the desert that I really, honestly, felt the cold.

I huddled by the fire for a few moments before deciding to snuggle beneath the blankets of our bed and sleep. But, I wanted to send Yu a letter as I hadn't seen him in a few days. And... also had not seen Den-den. I fear Den might have... returned to his Seven Heads of Hydra task. I only hope he at least gives me the privilege of saying goodbye before he departs.

I was at the mailbox, pondering such things when I noticed a little red handprint on the inner wall of the archway. I called Voss's attention to it and voiced my concern over the pearl. However. It seemed that Saba might have been injured... and badly by the blood trail we followed the next day. He did not want our aid, though.

It was the next morning that I followed the droplets to the Goblet exit into Thanalan. But, I was torn between trying to follow them and ask for someones opinion. So, it was that I brought it to Voss's attention.

We followed the trail all the way to Sagolli.

Voss eventually found Saba tending to his wound not far from the settlement. We learned that Saba had been trapped within the aetherial flow for some time, eventually buying his freedom which resulted in his physical form escaping, but the majority of his memories were trapped. A card fell from his gear which leads me to believe he is some sort of astrologian. Or was. I've spoken to two people studying that particular form of magic, so I know a little.

It seems that Saba searches for those who hold the remnants of his whole being. He hunts them, and I suppose kills them. But, if what they did was as bad as it seems to me then I will aid him in his quest.

I inquired to Syerra for some understanding of the aether, but I'm still lost. After speaking to Lance for a bit, who chuckled at my want to learn using an axe, I returned to Voss's bar to indulge in the new booze he'd acquired... I can only assume it was for me! I drank quite a bit of it, as I found myself thinking too much of my past. And, as it tends to go, the more depressed I become the more I drink.

It was very interesting, busy and fun these last few days. And, I'm very happy that I got to spend so much time with Vossie. I also got to interact with the others more than usual. Seems everyones been out doing their own things. I'm happy we were able to find common ground and mingle for a bit. Even if it did include fighting, and chasing people down.

Later, I'm going to an event with Rhis and Syerra. Hopefully it will be fun and not at all weird, lonely or uncomfortable for me. I intend to have a good time, nonetheless. Maybe I'll even make some new friends!

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